rebelxculture

[timothylawrence]

haiiii tagged by the lovely @cetra to do an OC + Random Associations game ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!! I'll be making this about Rana :)!

tagging: @babeoffrontiers @opossum-on-the-spectrum @aliensmoothie @droodle-bug and @bootheminiaturegiantspacehamster !

and anyone else who wants to do this!!!

Animal: foxes!!

Colors: red, pale pink, black, emerald and brown

Month: Waning August....

Songs: Anchor by Novo Amor, Falling Water by Maggie Rogers, Triple Dog Dare by Lucy Dacus, Dog Days are Over by Florence + the Machine, Trouble by Cage The Elephant

Number: 13

Plants: Jasmine Flowers, Basil, Prickly Pear Cactus, Magnolias

Smells: Leather, Campfires, Mint.

Gemstone: Ruby

Time of day: Dusk

Season: High heat of Summer

Places: Nowhere has ever felt like home, but she loves the seaside.

Food: Anything fufilling but as she grows more comfortable, she loves pistachio-flavored sweets. She loves honey too.

Drinks: Wine, bitter coffee.

Element: Fire

Seasonings: Seven spice

Sky: When the sun is setting and the sky is bright red with clouds of gold...

Weather: Sunny and warm.

Magical power: she has no magic elements to her, but she can speak with the dead.

Weapons: double daggers and a crossbow.

Candy: Honey by the spoonful... but also fudge.

Method of long distance travel: hitchhiking on the back of unsuspecting caravans, boat rides.

Artstyle: scribbles at the edge of important notes, a journal filled with pencil drawings of plant life.

Fear: Terrified of heights and getting to know people... </3

Mythological creature: jackrabbit

Piece of stationary: a worn journal

Three Emojis: ☀️🗡️🌅

Celestial body: The Sun !

[sacredjake]

Fast Times

pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

word count: 4.6k

warnings: fluff, biker danny (bc yes that deserves a warning)

disclaimer: please, please, please be exremely cautious about riding motorcycles and always make sure you wear the correct gear. and please do not ride on the back of a strangers bike for the first time… or maybe in general? stranger danger y’all!

a/n: hi y’all! hope you enjoy biker!danny

should out to @malany-gvf for proofreading and allowing me to bounce ideas off her <3 and thank you to @gold-mines-melting for giving me feedback on the moodboard, i definitely think this is the perfect one :) thank you both so much!!! <3333 love y’all!

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The grocery store was fairly busy, it was a Saturday after all. People milled about getting their groceries, necessities and whatnot, filling most of the aisles you traveled down. You hated going to the store on the weekends, but you needed a few things and today was one of your few off days, so here you were. Thankfully you didn’t need more than a couple of items.

You muttered a few apologies as you pushed the cart past other customers down the aisle before stopping in front of the pasta. Your eyes raked over the shelves trying to find the specific pasta that you wanted. Finally you were able to spot it on the top shelf.

“Great…” You huffed with a sigh, realizing the box was just out of your reach. Taking a look around you noticed most of the aisle had cleared out, so you walked closer to the shelves, and stepped lightly on the bottom one. Even with the extra step up, your fingers barely grazed the box.

The more you tried to grab the box, the further you pushed it back with each sweep of your fingers. Just as you were about to give up, a hand plucked the box from behind your fingers. A very large hand. Your eyes trailed up from the hand next to yours to land on the man next to you. He was tall, with beautiful, dark brown curly hair, soft brown eyes, and he was wearing a crooked smile. He was very attractive. And he was holding the box of pasta out to you.

You cleared your throat as you stepped down, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up your throat and into your cheeks. “Ah, thanks…” You carefully took the box from the handsome stranger and tried your best to avoid looking at him again. Your face was red enough already.

“No worries.” He gave you a soft smile before he walked away. You watched as he got further down the aisle and caught his eyes one last time as he glanced back at you from over his shoulder. He disappeared around the corner, shaking you from your deer-in-headlights state.

You pushed the attractive stranger out of your mind and continued your shopping by grabbing the last two things on your list. While you waited in the self-checkout line you spotted the man again at a register in front of you. You watched him scan the few items he had and pay for his belongings until it was your turn. He was wearing black skinny jeans, white vans, and a “The Church of Rock and Roll” shirt that had been made into a tank top, the slits on the sides easily reaching down to his ribs, with a pair of black ray bans hanging from the neck of his shirt.

Just as you were walking up to an empty register, he was packing away his things into a small bag. A few minutes later you did the same, and walked out to your car once everything was paid for and placed back into the cart. You unlocked your trunk and began carefully placing everything inside making sure nothing would fall over.

As you shut the trunk and walk the cart towards the corral, you could hear the sound of a motorcycle pulling in beside you. The driver had parked right next to your driver side and had set the kick stand out, letting the bike rest while still being on.

It was a small black Harley cruiser, nothing super fancy, but still very nice. You took special notice to the rider, recognizing the mystery man from the pasta aisle, but this time he had a helmet on. Suddenly the sound from the bike was cut off as you approached your car and unlocked it. You had opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat when the guy finally spoke up.

“Uh, hey, I’m sorry about this, but I just thought you were really cute and uh… Sorry… I uh… Was just wondering if maybe I could get your number?”

The bulky helmet covered most of his face, but you could tell underneath that he was blushing. His shyness almost caught you off guard seeing as he didn’t seem so shy inside the store. It was endearing in a way.

“My number?” You couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off your face even if you tried. He was incredibly cute.

“Yeah… If that would be alright?” The crinkles by his eyes gave away his hidden smile under the helmet. While the helmet covered most of his face you could still see the bridge of his nose, and the freckles that lived there.

“I’ll make you a deal…” You leaned towards him more with your left foot planted on the ground outside of the car. His right eyebrow cocked upwards waiting for your next move.

“And what might that be?”

“I’ll give you my number if you take me for a ride on your bike.”

“Deal.”

There was no hesitation in his reply and the confidence in himself made him more attractive.

“Really? Just like that?” You were amused that he had even agreed and especially more so that he did it almost without a second thought.

“It’s not everyday a pretty girl wants to ride on the bike and will give me her number. But I don’t have another helmet on me right now and there’s absolutely no way I’ll take you out on this without the proper gear.”

“I can wait.” The words left your mouth before you had even realized what you said. You didn’t know this man and you were going to get on a motorcycle with him? What the hell was wrong with you?

“You don’t have anywhere else you need to be? Nothing frozen in there?” He gestured to the back of your car where you had just finished loading in all your groceries.

“Nope, I am completely free and nothing frozen in the back.”

He said nothing for a moment and just continued to stare at you in awe. He shook his head with a chuckle before he spoke again.

“Alright, give me twenty minutes and I’ll be back here… You’re seriously gonna wait?”

“I’m seriously gonna wait.”

With that he started the bike up again and released the kick stand. Before he backed up, he shot you another smile with a look of almost disbelief that this was happening. Once he took off you shut the door to your car and turned the engine on to get comfortable. You made sure to text basically everyone you knew about your plans for the night in case he was actually an axe murderer.

You scrolled through various forms of social media while you waited for the mystery man to return. When you heard the loud rumbling of the bike around the corner you checked the time. Almost twenty minutes on the dot. He was good.

You waited until he killed the engine to the bike to turn your car off and step outside. He took his helmet off and stepped off the bike. His delicate curls didn’t suffer any damage or deformity during their time inside his helmet, looking absolutely perfect. The same crooked smile you saw in the store had returned and it made your heart skip.

“I can’t believe you waited.” He tucked his helmet underneath his arm while he held another one in his hand. It was red and slightly smaller than his black helmet.

“I can’t believe you came back.” You closed the car door behind you and clicked the lock button twice to set the alarm.

“Of course I came back. I’m not sure if this helmet will fit exactly, but it’s better than nothing.” He held the helmet out for you to take. You did as he silently asked and took the helmet from him. It was heavier than you expected, but at least you knew your skull would be safe in it.

“Ya know, before I put this on maybe you should tell me your name?”

A smile cracked across his face making his eyes sparkle.

“It’s Daniel, but you can call me Danny.” He held his hand out and waited for you to shake it.

“Danny… Nice to officially meet you, I’m y/n.” Your left hand dropped to your side with the helmet as you grabbed his hand. Danny didn’t squeeze your hand hard, but his grip was firm. You met the pressure of his hand, squeezing back slightly.

“Likewise.” His smile was contagious, and it never left his face. Every time he looked at you, you couldn’t help the grin that danced on your lips.

“Have you ever been on a motorcycle of any kind?”

“No, I’ve been snowmobiling, jet skiing and on ATVs, but never on a bike.”

He nodded his head in understanding and seemed to think about what he was going to say next.

“Hmmm… Right. So there are a few rules we need to go over before you put the helmet on.” You followed his previous action and nodded in response.

“You have to hold on to me at all times, so don’t get all shy on me. When we turn, let your body follow the natural pull, don’t fight it or that’ll end up badly. If you’re nervous or uncomfortable at any time, let me know. We’ll be able to hear each other through the bluetooth in the helmets, but sometimes it cuts in and out, so tap my chest three times, okay?” You continued to nod as he went on explaining the important things you’d need to know.

“When we stop, try your best to not lean forward on me and brace yourself as we slow. Try not to move too much on the back as well. Lastly, relax and have fun. I won’t go any faster than what you’re comfortable with. Sound good?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve got it. Hold on tight, don’t lean too much to one side, communicate by tapping your chest three times or talking, brace for stops and don’t lean on your back, and don’t move around.” You ran back through everything he had just said, pretty sure you got it all down. It was a little nerve wracking to think about the fact you were trusting a stranger with your life. And that he was trusting you not to screw up.

“Sounds like you’ve got it. Ready to put that helmet on?” You held the helmet up wordlessly between the two of you.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Alright go ahead and slip it on, and I’ll help you tighten and buckle it before I put mine on.”

The helmet he provided you fit perfectly, it was snug without being too tight, and it didn’t wiggle around your face. You could hear his muffled voice asking how it fit through all the padding. You gave the helmet a tap on the outside and a thumbs up. His fingers got to work on the straps underneath your chin, constantly asking how they felt. Once they felt good, Danny slipped his own helmet on and set up the bluetooth.

You hear the bluetooth dial up tone before you hear his voice.

“Can you hear me?”

“Loud and clear.” You saluted him jokingly, earning a chuckle that rang throughout your ears.

“Alright, I’m gonna hand you some gloves, go ahead and put those on while I hop on the bike.”

“Sir, yes sir.” He chuckled again, this time shaking his head.

“Easy now, I don’t know you that well… yet.” Danny winked at you as he handed you the gloves. Instant heat flushed to your cheeks and you were thankful that most of your face was covered. Damn him.

Once he was settled on the bike and you had the gloves on, he spoke again.

“Alright I’m gonna hold my hand out and I want you to use me to help you step on.”

“Got it.”

You walked around to the back of the bike and grabbed his hand around the top of his left shoulder. He kept you steady as you swung your leg over the seat and sat on the back of the bike.

“You’re gonna have to get a little bit closer than that.”

You scooted forward on the seat and tried to get more comfortable. However, you still must not have been close enough because just as you got comfortable, Danny’s large hands wrapped around the backs of your knees and pulled you closer until you were flush against him. You tried to ignore the proximity and where his hands just were, trying to focus on preparing yourself for the actual ride.

“Sorry…” You felt like you had let him down a little by not meeting his standards.

“No worries, this is your first time. Sometimes you just need someone to show you. Go ahead and grab on. Don’t be afraid you’ll hurt me, okay? Hold on tight.”

“Yeah, okay.” While being this close to a complete stranger was unusual, you felt safe with Danny. You snaked your arms around his midsection and held your arms with the other hand, locking them on.

A moment later the bike’s engine revved to life and you felt the vibrations roll through your body. It had just become very real to you. You were about to go on a ride with a man you literally met maybe forty minutes ago. You were in far too deep to turn back now though.

“Ready? We’ll start out nice and easy.” Danny’s head turned slightly over his left shoulder to peek at you. Instead, his helmet knocked against yours softly due to the minimal distance between you. He muttered a quick ‘sorry’ accompanied with a chuckle. You couldn’t help but let a small giggle out.

“Yeah, uh… Just promise you’re not some kind of murderer who’s gonna kill me and dispose of my body in the woods…”

“I promise I’m not a murderer. Just a guy who desperately wants a cute girl’s number. You’re gonna have to trust me during the ride, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I’m good. I’m ready.” You were basically trying to hype yourself up. Trying to prepare for whatever was about to happen. Definitely too late to turn back now.

“Alright then, let’s go.” Danny released the kickstand and began to walk the bike backwards out of the spot. Your arms tightened around his waist out of instinct as Danny took off out of the parking lot slowly. You remembered what he told you to do during turns and let your body stay neutral, following the motion of the bike while he took a right out of the parking lot.

“You doing okay back there?”

“Yeah, I’m doing alright. If you want, we could probably kick it up a notch if we’re below the speed limit. I’m feeling good.”

You meant it too. Riding on the back was fairly easy and you adjusted to it quickly. Letting your body move in tandem with Danny’s and the bike felt natural and you were loving it.

“Whatever you say, doll.” He laughed with amusement and gave the right handle bar a twist, accelerating. You didn’t go much faster, but you appreciated it. Danny seemed to be cautious about keeping the ride safe.

Buildings and houses and schools blurred in your vision, zooming past. Everything went by at warped speed which made your ability to focus nearly impossible. You did your best to keep yourself upright, but still pressed against him to not leave too much room. Constantly, you fought the urge to rest the cheek of your helmet against his shoulder, but decided that may not be the best option. You didn’t want to be too close to him so that you wouldn’t be able to brace yourself for stops or pull away when you stopped at red lights or stop signs.

Eventually, Danny pulled out onto a quieter road surrounded by trees. There were little to no cars and no people walking around. He kept the speed steady for a moment before speaking.

“Ready to experience some real speed?”

You were definitely ready. You had trusted Danny this far and didn’t think he was reckless enough to endanger you both. Less traffic also made you feel more safe. You tightened your arms around his waist tighter, gripping your forearms with more strength.

“Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s do it.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Just from the sound of his voice you could tell he was wearing his heart stopping crooked smile.

The build up of speed was gradual, but quick. One moment you were comfortable and the next you felt like you could fly off the back of the bike any second. But you were enjoying every bit of it. You hadn’t even realized that your small screams of enjoyment were now coming out as laughter. No matter how hard you tried to stop you just couldn’t stop laughing.

Your laughter finally died down with the speed of the bike as Danny started to decelerate. He pulled over on the side of the road, kicked the stand out, and killed the engine. You stayed on the back of the bike while he fumbled with the chin straps on the helmet and then slipped it off his head.

“Here.” He held his hand out like he did to help you get on the bike. You placed your left hand in his right using the leverage to pull your body up and swing your leg over the seat. Moving slowly, you were careful to not send your knee flying into his spine.

Danny didn’t let go of your hand after you stepped off the bike, and instead intertwined his fingers with yours to pull you in front of him. Both of his hands find the straps under your chin and his fingers release them swiftly allowing you to pull the helmet off.

“Not bad for a rookie.” He smiled up at you from his seated position on the bike. His discarded helmet sat between his legs, his large hands resting on top of it.

“I’ve been told I’m a pretty fast learner.” You shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk creeping its way onto your lips. Danny only smiled wider.

“Is that so?”

His eyebrow cocked as he spoke and his hand stretched out the short distance towards your hip, looping his index and middle fingers through the belt loop on your jeans. He tugged you towards him with minimal force, and you allowed your body to follow until his knee rested against your hip. You nodded your head slowly in response, teeth gnawing lightly on your bottom lip.

It was at this moment that you realized just how close you were to one another. You were so close to Danny that you could make out all the freckles that splayed across the bridge of his nose. So close that you could tell that his eyes weren’t just brown. They were hazel. Brown and green hazel. They were beautiful, and warm, and inviting, and they held you there, unable to look away.

His hand gripped your hip, the tips of his fingers digging into your waist, somehow bringing you closer to him. You rested your hand on his shoulder, a nervous knot of excitement twisting in the pit of your stomach. With bated breath you watched Danny’s eyes shift between your own before flicking down to your lips and back up to your eyes.

His eyes bore into yours with a silent question, your answer coming out in the form of a nod. The hand on your hip disappeared and came to rest on your neck, his fingers reaching the nape. He pulled you to him, pausing just before his lips brushed yours, his eyes flitting once more between your eyes and lips. He met your gaze again, his lips curled up in that soft crooked smile that made your knees weak.

When his lips finally touched yours it was with light pressure. Like he was afraid he’d hurt you. Soft and warm, his lips fit against yours in a way you couldn’t describe. As if they were made for each other. Your skin tingled with goosebumps and felt like it had been set on fire. Just when you began to melt against Danny’s lips they were gone. Your eyes open half-lidded, coated with content and need, to see Danny staring back at you mirroring your expression.

“It’s, uh, starting to get dark out. We should head back.” You were still so close to each other that his warm breath cascaded over your skin. He was smiling at you when he spoke, his hand still holding the back of your neck.

“Yeah, okay.” Your voice cracked in a whisper and you smiled softly back at him.

Danny helped you put your helmet back on, tightening the straps and making sure the bluetooth was working before starting the bike. He held his hand out just as he had earlier and you grabbed on, hoisting yourself onto the back of the seat. While you got comfortable, Danny put his helmet on.

“Ready to head back?”

You snaked your hands around his waist and squeezed lightly before responding.

“Yeah, I’m all set.”

“Alright then.”

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The ride back to your car was fairly quiet. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. In fact it was completely comfortable, just enjoying the moment you were sharing and watching the night fly by. Soon enough you and Danny were pulling into the spot next to your car. The parking lot was mostly empty, the grocery store having closed nearly an hour ago.

“Here we are.” Danny killed the engine to the bike and helped you step off the back.

“Here,” You held out the helmet he had brought you, “Thank you for taking me out on the bike. I, uh, had a lot of fun.” He hung his own on the handlebar as he stepped off.

“I had fun too, I’m glad you asked for a ride.” He didn’t take the helmet from your hand and instead pushed it back towards you gently. The confusion written on your features was met with a soft smile.

“Keep it. I have a feeling this won’t be the last time I take you for a ride.”

You smiled back at him and tucked it underneath your arm.

“Oh is that so?” You gave him a sly, playful smile and laughed.

“I hope so.” He laughed with you, and stepped closer, his hand cupping your cheek. You leaned into his touch with your hand laying over his.

“I think that can be arranged.”

“Good, because I’d like to be able to do this a lot more often.”

Danny’s lips met yours for the second time that night, and still you felt the imaginary fireworks. Still you felt the tingle it brought to your entire body. Still you felt that same fire from before. It was almost as if you had never felt truly alive until today. And just like before, the kiss was brief. When you opened your eyes, Danny’s were staring back at you softly. That beautiful crooked grin adorned his face making your heart clench.

“I think I could get used to that.”

Another hour had easily passed. You were both talking, and enjoying each other’s company and swapping life stories. The night was beginning to turn chilly, your body shivering lightly. Danny being the gentleman that he is, handed you his jacket, which you gracefully accepted even though it was far too large for you.

Eventually the night drew to a close despite you wishing it would never end. You could’ve stayed with Danny the entire night, just talking about your lives. You loved learning all the little things about him like the things he loved, and the things he hated, his passion for music and his family. Being around him was like a constant nicotine high leaving your entire body tingling, and your mind fuzzy.

“Hand me your phone.” You held your palm out to him. He had opened your door for you and you were sitting in the driver’s seat looking up at him.

He just gave you a questioning look, but took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you, unlocking it first. You opened the phone icon and began typing your numbers in on the keypad. You saved your number in his phone and gave it back to him with your contact popped up on the screen.

“I intended to keep my end of the bargain.”

“How do I know this is your real number? That you didn’t just put in a fake one and use me for my clearly awesome bike?” His tone was playful, clearly making a joke.

“Well you could text me now, make sure it’s right.” A light, breathy laugh sounded from his lips. He did as you suggested and typed out a quick message. To neither of your surprise, your phone vibrated in your pocket. You showed him the notification and saved his number in your phone.

“I told you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Danny rolled his eyes, an amused smile on his face. He stepped closer to you and leaned down, kissing you a final time for the night. This kiss was a little different than the other two. There was the tiniest hint of passion and hunger behind the barely there force that came with his lips this time. Not letting either of you explore those feelings, Danny pulled away and grabbed your hand.

“I really need to get going, it’s getting late. Let me know when you make it home safely?”

“Yeah, I will.”

Danny placed a kiss to the back of your hand, and stepped back. He wished you goodnight, his voice coming out soft, and hushed. You said goodnight as well, shut your door and started your car. He waited for you to back out and leave the area you were parked in before he exited the parking lot too. The whole way home you couldn’t stop replaying the day’s events in your mind. It almost felt like a dream. A fairytale even. What are the odds right?

When you had made it home safely you remembered to text Danny.

I got home safe. Thank you again for a great day, it was perfect.

You went about your regular nighttime routine, washing your face, changing clothes, feeding your fish, etc… You also had brought in all of the groceries you had bought hours ago, and put them away. It wasn’t until you were changing that you realized you still had Danny’s jacket on. You slid into bed and picked up your phone to text him about it. He had already texted you back which made you smile.

I had a great time too. I’m glad today was perfect because that was just a scratch on the surface.

His text seemed promising of another… whatever today was. You weren’t sure if you would call today a first date, or a date at all considering you barely knew the guy, but you knew for sure you wanted to see him again.

Sounds like you plan on seeing me again?

You hit send before typing out another message and hitting send on that one.

Oh by the way, I still have your jacket!

When his next text came through, you were sure you were blushing bright red, and smiling at your phone like a lunatic. Or some kind of love-sick teenager.

I know, I didn’t ask for it back on purpose. I figured you could give it back to me on our second date ;)

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[ssahotchnerr]

I am always here for domestic Hotch!

Doing chores with Aaron (grocery shopping, cleaning around the house, etc.). Just imagine asking for help reaching something just out of reach on a taller shelf or him coming up behind you to grab it without asking because you're too stubborn to ask for help.

aaron's just a bit farther down the aisle, retrieving something else and meanwhile, you're closer to the shopping cart. when he looks over in your direction to check on you - you're very much so on your very tiptoes trying your hardest to reach an item on the top shelf.

hehe he does an a lil internal eye roll🙄🥰, not surprised in the slightest that you didn't ask for help - this isn't the first time and he's come to known your stubbornness very well - but he also can't help but smile at you hehe <3333 like yeah you're a lil silly idiot but you're his lil silly idiot 🥰

and so, of course he steps in to help. he walks back towards you, throws what he was grabbing into the cart, and comes to your rescue <333

hehe aaron doesn't say a word, placing his hand still on your lower back and letting it linger 🥰 as he grabs onto whatever it is you were reaching for like it was nothing. and to him, it is. he barely lifted a finger.

with a teasing smile, he mumbles "you could've just asked" and you respond by playfully shoving his chest which causes him to let out a laugh, rolling your eyes this time. you mumble a "thank you" or "i almost had it" but your usual involuntary response of your heart feeling like it's about to burst right out of your chest takes over because he's just 🥹 he's aaron 🥹 he's always coming to your rescue - you can't even pretend to be pouty <33333 and as another thank you you give him a sweet kiss hehe 🥰

[blush-and-books]

Apologies if you already answered this, but I’m curious what you think Donna and Harvey’s wedding is like in Seattle. What’s her dress like? Where did they get married? What was their song?? Was Jessica there?? I feel like they could have thrown us a short epilogue at least 😩

Hi babes!! I answered a similar question about Donna and harvey's life in Seattle here, but let's talk about the wedding pt 2.

Firstly, I sort of expect them to have their real wedding on the East Coast still, since that is where most of their family is. They kinda feel like they'd have a chill, but classy, wedding at Martha's Vineyard or a similar place that is less touristy/widely known. If they were to get married in Seattle, they'd most likely either do it in the city at the Fairmont Olympic Hotel!! If they wanted to get out of the city they would go to the San Juan Islands or something and have their wedding at a hotel by the water.

I'm tempted to say Donna wouldn't wear a white dress, but also she looks so good in white when she wears it on the show so I kinda think she might lmao. Jessica is absolutely there and Rachel obviously would be too as maid of honor!! Jessica makes a toast at the reception actually. Like she's known these crazies for over a decade and has watched them dance around each other, she deserves some last words about it lmao.

I have No Idea what their song is lol. Probably a romantic jazz song tbh!! The reception music is definitely a lot of jazz and the vibes are really good. It's low lighting, kinda deco, very chill but elegant. There are flowers EVERYWHERE!!! That's probably what Donna stresses about the most tbh is the flowers. I just know in my gut she was pulling her hair out about the perfect arrangements and how big they should be on the tables vs at the entries etc. I seriously doubt anything else stressed her out as much as that did. Harvey actually also is pretty involved and once they mutually decide on food/color scheme and stuff he is the one scheduling the caterers and whatnot and it is definitely not all on Donna's shoulders. They try hiring a wedding planner and soon fire them bc they both have a hard time handing over that much responsibility to a stranger.

uuuhhh other little things:

one of marcus's daughters is the flower girl

jim walks donna down the aisle but still kinda glares at harvey as he does it and harvey just smiles lmao

MOST IMPORTANT THING ACTUALLY: harvey, in his vows, tells donna "you had me at hello" which is a reference to the film Jerry Maguire. Harvey canonically loves this movie and I curse God every day for not having him make this reference bc it just would have been perfect for them??? fuck his gambling analogy i wanted movie quotes!!

anyways yes thank you for this ask this is so fun to think about!!!! <3333

[writtenx]

Finding You - azngami

(part 1)

Hey guys!!! This is my first fanfic on Ryan, it will be in parts. I'm a somewhat new, but like re-new star if that makes sense. I knew of NSB (Ryan first) in 2022 and then there was like this random fallout, but we backkk and better than ever!

The idea for this fic just randomly came to me. I kind of imagine this as like black haired long hair Ryan, so an example would be like, how he looked in the "Opening ALL OF YOUR GIFTS From Tour" video, like the most recent one he did from that series. (There's the picture by the title of what I imagine the hair to look for this, but you can imagine him however you like to)

Just some warnings before we begin:

1. I don't write smut at all. I'm not comfortable writing it so this fanfic but also all my works will not have smut in it, you're never gonna find it here!

2. I don't cuss. But I know the guys do a lot lol, and so for this, there are words there, but i put this sign: (') in replacement for some letters, but it's enough for you all to still get what I'm trying to say. An example would be "No b'tches"- you see?? It's not that bad

3. This fanfic is in "You" pov. No y/n or anything like that, just you. But it is a split Pov between you and Ryan, but for Ryan's it will be in 3rd person. So this fic is 2nd and 3rd person.

I hope you enjoy this ahhhh I'm so excited and we'll keep updating parts as we go along!!

Happy reading!!! <3333

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It was a super foggy day out, your favorite type of weather. You were currently getting out of your car, glancing at your handwritten grocery list. This may have been an unpopular opinion, but you loved errand day. Of course, not at the expense of overly priced items that you sometimes complained about in your head but bought anyway, but more so the taking off part. You liked to think about when you were a kid and going with your parents, eyeing everything a shop could offer while your mom would constantly look back from the aisles to the list in her hand. Now at 23, you were the one becoming an adult, doing all the things necessary but being responsible.

Your younger sister Diana who was two years younger than you, knew your love for the going to get groceries, so she left that for you to do, while she would wait for you to come back and make dinner. You appreciated that, because you didn't cook much. Even if there were days you wanted to help your sister out, she would kick you out of the kitchen (quite literally, if you were honest).

Speaking of your sister...

Your phone started ringing just as you were walking to the local Whole Foods not far from your house when you looked at the caller ID and then pressed talk, putting your phone to your ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey, while you're out there can you get onions real quick? We don't have any left."

You did a quick scan down your paper as you walked, looking for what you thought you had written. You were right, it turned out. You did remember the onions.

"Yeah, I have it on my list."

"And-"

"Garlic's on there too, don't worry." You interrupted. You knew your sister by now.

Diana paused abruptly, the silence on the other end of the phone concluding your assumption that she was about to say garlic.

"Well shoot, that's about it. Thanks."

You chuckled and then said your goodbyes before hanging up. Then you walked in to the store.

The cold of the store ran a shiver through your back and you folded your arms over your shoulder walking in. You grabbed a small cart because you weren't getting a lot of items, and then you started your shopping.

Everything was great. You were finding everything that you needed from the list, and tossed a treat-yourself snack in the cart. You did have a habit of treating yourself even when there was no great reason or it.

After a good ten minutes of covering the list, it was by the time you were wrapping up that you realized you needed to go to the produce section once more to get some basil. As you walked back to the fresh green area, you spotted just one guy at the produce section.

He wore all black, the hood of his hoodie over his head, but there were black strands by the sides of his face. He also had silver headphones on his hood (however that worked). He wore glasses and a dog tag necklace over his black shirt. He stood, hands in his pocket, and was completely unbothered eyeing the Bok Choy. Of course, you weren't trying to stare at the lone guy, but he did stop you in a somewhat trance. He looked like he could model, and had pretty features, and seeing him almost reminded you of a guy you used to like in high school named Ryan.

Ryan was a smart and attentive guy, but very too himself and quiet (which was exactly your type). The two of you would talk if you had a project together or to compare test answers, and you'd see him some weekends at the recreational center he'd volunteer for as coaching the basketball team that your little cousin was a part of. (Which was the CUTEST thing ever). You often wondered how Ryan was now, since last you heard he left for LA. You didn't have any social media and you both weren't the closest people in high school so the years had passed and the only thing you could do was wish him well wherever he was.

You couldn't help but look back at the guy in the store. He reminded you so much of Ryan. As you went back to your own grocery shopping, there were thrown looks back and forth between the greens and the guy. At one point as he walked over to get a plastic bag which was near where you were, he looked over at you and your eyes locked.

You couldn't look away, now that you were both looking at each other. You should've probably looked away, but for some strange reason you couldn't.

The corner of his lip lifted in a small and awkward half smile before he continued his shopping, passing you by. You smiled back, shyly and then grabbed the basil you needed before bolting out the store. In your errands routine, the chances of running into someone cute never happened, so you weren't going to forget this.

Especially if he looked like that guy you really liked back in high school.

...

By the time you got home, you were greeted by the sound of Diana's loud singing. She did that usually over music, but this time it was in the air. She was a silly person, never took too much seriously and you admired her for it.

"Hello!" You called, placing the grocery bags on the floor.

"When it comes to you, there's no criiiiiime!"

You made a face. "Hello? Diana?"

"Let's take both of our souls and intertwiiiine!" Before you could say anything else, your younger sister Diana emerged from the kitchen, holding up a wooden spoon like it was a microphone.

"When it comes to you," She pointed over at you, making her way towards where you were. You laughed and shook your head as Diana danced to the grocery bags, picking them up while still managing to sing a Justin Bieber throwback.

"Don't be blind, let me speak from my heart when it..." Diana looked up at you and gave a look, holding the silverware microphone to you face.

You rolled your eyes. This happened every day.

"C'mon, you gotta sing it, all of MSG is waiting!" Diana joked, gesturing to the audience members.

You laughed. "Oh, is that where we are now?"

Diana laughed with you and the two of you headed to the kitchen, the song dispelling its echoes into thin air.

"Thanks for getting the groceries. I think it's spaghetti today." Diana said. You followed her to the counter, unpacking.

"No worries. You know errands stops are my favorite."

"And I'll never understand why. Seriously, you're quieter than me. What part of going out to shop makes you happy to indulge in?" Diana asked.

You shrugged, trying to think of the question. "I don't know. It's my own time even if it's surrounded by people. If that makes sense. I don't know, you'd think you'd like it, you're all outgoing and everything." You said.

Diana scoffed. "Yeah, that's the problem. I can't even go to Whole Foods without being recognized. Some days I don't want to be social. Plus, it can be a chore." She said.

You nodded, understanding where she was coming from. It did make sense. You could see where Diana and even your parents were coming from, and even though they didn't understand your joy, they left you with that responsibility.

You clapped your hands as you remembered your time just spent looking into a beautiful stranger's eyes.

"Oh! Speaking of Whole Foods, I have to tell you something." You said.

Your sister was eyeing the basil, tilting her head to the side. You at first were scared, hoping that it was the right thing, but then was relieved to see her place it on the counter and turn to the other items to examine.

"What's up?"

"I saw this really cute guy at the store," You started.

Diana flashed a proud smile as she checked the ingredients. "Okay, okayyyy"

You started to feel yourself blushing.

"Chill, nothing happened." You needed to clarify. That was your sister. She always hyped up the littlest things making them seem bigger than what they actually were.

"But while we were in the produce section, I was grabbing basil and he was getting I think some Bok Choy, and as we were passing by, he smiled at me and it was so cute." You said, allowing the girlhood of yourself to bask in delusion that it was a big deal. Only for a second though.

"Okayyy!! Cute!!" Diana exclaimed as she was put everything from the bags away. She was very good and indulging in conversation at the same time be in the zone when it came to cooking.

"But the thing is..." You started, thinking back to the black haired beauty in the produce aisle.

"He reminds me so much of- do you remember Ryan, that guy I liked all of high school?" You asked, turning to look at your sister.

She set her tomato paste can down and looked up at the ceiling in thought. Then she nodded.

"He was like, what, really smart, kinda cute but in like a nerdy way? Glasses? Quiet guy Ryan?"

You nodded. That sounded like your lover alright. (Well, unrequited lover anyway).

"Yeah, I remember you were obsessed with that dude." Diana said.

That caused you to smile shyly. "Yeah, then after graduation he moved to LA and that was the last time I saw him. And, with no social media, it's not like I can find him either." You muttered the last sentence to yourself.

Diana chuckled. "You made that decision."

"I know. And it's a good one, I don't regret that." You said as you walked over to the small table-for-two by the corner. You sat in one of the chairs, fully aware that you would be ranting to your sister in the middle of a cooking session.

You sighed. "I guess for these past five years, crushes would come and go, whatever, but...he would always be in the back of my mind. I just wondered what it would be like if I was to see him again." You spoke your mind.

Diana nodded and hummed. Her back was to you as she started her work, but she was listening.

"But...the guy that I saw at Whole Foods today, he reminded me so much of Ryan. But he looks different, they're not the same guy, he just...just looking at him to me back to a place that made me extremely happy and nostalgic." You said.

"Aww. Maybe it's Ryan's twin brother?" Diana suggested.

You shook your head. "Hello? Obsessive, remember? If Ryan had a pet dog I would've found out the name, origin, favorites snacks and everything else. I think I would know if he had a twin brother."

"Sooooo maybe it was Ryan is what I'm hearing?"

You groaned. "Ugh. Imagine."

You shook your head and gave a small smile. "I'm gonna go upstairs and change. Be right back."

"Okay! See yaaaa!" Diana waved to you and you waved back before going up the stairs.

When you got to your room you made a beeline straight for your dresser. You searched until you found your senior yeearbook, flipping through the pages where everyone signed. And then looking at Ryan's message you smiled, the feeling of how it was receiving his short but sweet well wishes coming back to you just like it was for the first time.

i'm gonna miss science and math class with you, thank you for all the memories :)

wishing you all the best in university and beyond!

- ryan

Then you went through the yearbook, taking a walk down memory lane of your life five years ago. Occasionally in the sports section, you saw pictures of Ryan, and when you got to the graduation photos, he was there too. It was just like you remembered. He was cute and pretty, but for some strange reason, his eyes reminded you of that guy in Whole Foods.

Your mind went back and forth. It wasn't like it absolutely couldn't happen at all. Sure, Ryan moved to LA and that was the last you heard of him, but maybe he was back in town for family or something else.

But when were you so lucky in life, that you got a chance to see your really serious crush five years later? Did that really happen in life?

Even then, it didn't really matter, considering the fact that you didn't speak to him. So, it probably wasn't him to begin with.

You looked back down at the Ryan's graduation photo in your yearbook. He kind of shared the same features. You didn't have time to make out all of his face, but there was something similar. You just didn't know.

Was that or was that not Ryan Nguyen from high school?

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~ Ryan ~

It never bothered Ryan to walk into a house filled with cameras.

It became second nature. He had been in this house for 3 years now, and where bills needed to be paid, content needed to be made. There was only one problem with that.

To walk into a house with cameras meant that there was always the risk of being in them. Ryan was usually caught off guard and gave this low hating-everyone vibe that the stars were accustomed to and grown to love. There were people who made videos like "Ryan being done with NSB for 6 minutes" on YouTube, or little moments that could be used for a short or tiktok. They were used to his nonchalant tone. He read a comment last week where some stars crowned him their "Side-Eyed King".

Normally, he wouldn't have minded. Ryan would be more concerned if he didn't walk into a noisy house filled with laughs or arguments across the room. He just wished that there would be a slight freedom in this moment as he stepped inside, where he could just slip into his room and stay there for the rest of the day without interruptions.

But that freedom wasn't for today.

It was Sebastian that greeted him first, and Ryan looked right into the lens, trying hard not to look obvious that something was actually wrong. Recording meant vlogging (or pranking, whichever one in this house), and either or meant editing, and then editing meant posting. For the eyes of the public.

"Well, look who it is. If it isn't, the real Azngami! How you doing, sexy sir?" Seb stated, coming right at him.

Ryan averted his eyes to the ground. Even if it was a normal day, there would still be the expectation of the weird look. Which Ryan gave.

"What do you want, man?" Ryan finally asked, his voice dropping low.

"Nothing, just..." Seb laughed as he pointed the camera to Ryan's grocery bags.

"It was Ryan's turn to get the groceries." He told the internet. "I'm actually surprised you did it." Seb said.

Ryan narrowed his eyes as Seb laughed, bringing the camera back to Ryan's face.

"What, like I've never bought my own groceries before? Get lost, dude." Ryan started to walk away from the camera. "I ain't never seen your broke 'ss buy a f'ckin vegetable bro, I know you not talkin'".

"C'mon, why you gotta be mean? Look, I'll take the groceries for you." Seb reached over while holding up the camera.

"See guys?" Seb talked to the frame. "I'm a very nice, very demure person." He said.

Ryan closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. "What is this, yo? Try not to cringe for 24 hours?" He asked.

Seb stuck his bottom lip out to the camera and pouted as he placed his free hand on his heart. "You wound me, Ryan. You wound me. And here I thought you actually had a heart." He said.

Ryan stood with his hands in his pockets for a second, just looking at Seb. When Seb noticed Ryan wasn't giving a big reaction, he turned back and looked over at Ryan, laughing.

"Dude, what's wrong?" He asked.

"What do you want from me? Go bother Darren, dude." Ryan requested.

"Dude I already did!"

"Okay, so go down the list. There's 6 other people in this group so...I'm going to my room. And take the groceries out of the bag please instead of just leaving them on the counter!" Ryan called, turning his back on Seb and walked towards his room.

He didn't really care if Seb caught that all on camera, or would even post it. For some strange reason, everyone found Ryan's moods to be funny and relatable.

But when Oliver heard the commotion from the living room, he waited until Ryan was in his room before walking over.

..

Ryan's door was closed, of course. If he had it his way, he'd have his door locked. But there were no locks in the house and Ryan had to suffer for it. At least right now, he could suffer in peace. Though it wasn't really suffering. Today wasn't the worst day in the world.

No, today just happened to be the day where he saw a girl he thought he would never see again.

You.

You burned in his mind like something hot, and even though it had been years, the feeling was the same. How you grew, with your beautiful eyes and shy smile. Ryan wondered if you knew that it was him, but probably not. You both haven't spoken in a long time. Last Ryan checked, you didn't even have any socials.

Ryan scratched his head and then grabbed his phone as he sat on the edge of his bed. He knew this was quite childish, but there he was entering your name on the search bar. He tried your first and last name, then Minnesota, but that brought him to other people. Why did so many people share your name, anyway?

There was a knock on the door and Ryan sighed.

"What?"

"Ryan, it's me Oli, can I come in?"

Ryan paused. At least it wasn't Darren.

Ryan ran fingers through his hair and then leaned back in his seat, staring at the wall in front of him.

"Yeah."

The door opened slowly and Ryan saw in the corner of his eye that Oli emerged. He stayed by the door, but closed it behind him.

"Hey, I couldn't help but notice you and Seb. Was wondering if everything's alright." Oli spoke.

"I meaaannn..." Ryan's voice trailed in thought as he looked at Oli. Then he shrugged.

"It's cool. Just some stuff happening at Whole Foods, bro." Ryan answered, his gaze now zeroed in on his PC set.

"What kinda stuff? Do you wanna talk about it?" Oliver asked.

To be fair, Ryan didn't want to talk about it. Not fully. But, there was a small part of him deep down that knew that if anyone genuinely cared enough, it was Oliver. He didn't want to add onto stress, so Ryan figured he would just say it bluntly.

"It's nothing big man, I just bumped into someone who I may have had feelings for in high school. I don't think she recognized me though. I was going to say hi, but then...I don't know, I just backed off."

Oliver nodded. "Do you regret not talking to her?"

Ryan shrugged. "I mean, it's not bothering me so much, but I mean...maybe. I haven't seen her in like, five years. I would have liked to maybe catch up with each other but that's not happening." He said.

Oliver stood for a few seconds to himself. Then after a few seconds he looked back at Ryan.

"Have you tried looking for her? Like on IG, Tiktok, anything?"

"Nah, she doesn't have social media. I've been trying to just Google her, but that's not getting me anywhere." Ryan said.

Oli pulled out his phone. "What's her name?" He asked.

"What's whose name?" The door suddenly opened and the rest of the guys came in. All except for Seb who was hopefully getting the groceries unpacked, and Reggie, who was probably sleeping.

Ryan closed his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing. Never in any way would he be telling all of them what was happening.

"You've gotta be freakin kidding me." Ryan said under his breath. When he looked up, seeing Darren, Justin, and Kane in view made him want to punch something. But Ryan didn't. He just remained as calm as he could try.

"Ain't y'all got your own rooms and sh't, the f'ck you gotta be in mine for?" Ryan said.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, watch who you're speaking to." Justin said with a laugh.

"Ryan, take deep breaths." Kane suggested, recreating some type of yoga pose.

"See? This is exactly what I'm talking about bro, you're so ungrateful. We literally all came together to check up on you, and this is how you treat us." Darren said, moving over to try and sling his arm on Ryan, but Ryan stood up immediately and walked to the corner of the room.

"Don't touch me."

"We decided to come here, y'know, be here for you, and look at you. You're acting up." Darren said.

"So ungrateful, Ryan." Justin retorted.

Ryan could feel annoyance coming on. Actually, he's been annoyed on his drive to the house.

"Okay, so then leave, hello? No one asked you to come over". He sassed.

"No, see, I'm not like you Ryan. Despite the need to hate on my fellow brother, I would never leave them in a time of need. You need us." Darren said (or more like gaslight- Justin's been influencing him).

Oh. My. Gosh. I can never win in this household, Ryan thought.

"Ryan, we're not trying to bother you, Seb just said that you were crankier than usual. If you need your alone time, we can go, we just wanted to let you know that we're here for you no matter what it is. Okay?" Kane finally broke the ice.

Ryan didn't say anything for a few seconds. He was acting like this was a huge deal even though it wasn't worth anything hating the boys for. He would never let a girl come between the brotherhood he formed with these crazy bunch these last three years.

The thing was, Ryan didn't owe them the story, but he didn't want to place this as such a high thing. He wasn't meant to talk to you, he guessed. That was all.

So Ryan ended up talking to the boys about the situation and how frustrated he got because of it. He listened to their opinions and advice, which all sort of tallied towards trying to find anything of you and reaching out, or just letting it go entirely. And that's what Ryan said he would do.

It was later in the night when Ryan sat next to Justin and Darren who, yes, had overstayed their welcome in his room, but luckily they were both kind of doing their own thing and wasn't bothering Ryan as much.

Ryan laid down at the side of the bed going on instagram, when a thought just entered his mind. He remember that you had a sister named Diana and quickly searched her up on instagram. The first two people were not her at all, he could tell, but the third profile made Ryan sit up in his seat. As he clicked on her page, he felt like thanking God that it was public. And he was even more thankful when he saw one of her recent posts being a birthday post about you.

Ryan smiled as he carefully clicked on the picture, not wanting to like it or do anything that would notify on your sister's phone. And this picture was a few months ago.

You were in a park, right under a tree, smiling at the camera. There was collection photos of you with different poses, and then the last photo being a selfie with Diana and you. You were so pretty in Ryan's eyes. Definitely grown into a woman. He wondered how the last five years have been for you and what you were doing now.

"Yo, did you see the video I sent you?" Darren broke the silence in the room, Ryan almost forgot they were still there.

Because Darren and Justin were sitting closed to each other, Ryan just assumed Darren was talking to Justin.

"Me or Ryan?" Justin asked slowly.

Ryan didn't say anything as he scrolled through Diana's page, finding you every so often. That was until he felt a kick in his back. Ryan's head shot up quickly.

"What are you doing?" He interrogated Darren.

"Dude, I sent you a video, look at it!"

Ryan looked back on his phone. "I'll watch, just give me a second."

"No, watch it now!" Darren said with a smile. When Ryan gave a death glare at him, Darren rolled his eyes.

"C'mon, baby. Is there something more important than me?" He asked.

Ryan wished for the day when Darren talked to him without referring to him as his baby for once. It made Ryan feel weird but mostly annoyed.

"Yes, there are a lot of things more important than what you send me." Ryan said.

At that, Justin's head shot up from where he rested by the pillows. "Like what? You're all blushing and sh't, what are you looking at?"

Darren started to go over to where Ryan was sitting, trying to reach for his phone. "Is it that Whole Foods high school crush? Did you find her?"

Ryan smacked Darren's hand away and moved his phone out of reach before Darren could see anything.

"Dude, don't f'king touch my sh't, yo."

Justin laughed. "Oh, it's definitely her. He found her." Justin sat up. Ryan backed away and stood up before the two of them could have a chance.

"Can you guys just get out of my room? Like, Oli and Kane left a long time ago, why don't you leave?"

"Relax, peanut." Darren said.

"I don't know bruh, I kinda like this bed." Justin said, fully lying back down again.

"Okay," Ryan set his phone down on the counter. "Enough of this sh't-"

Before Darren and Justin could blink, they were both dragged and kicked out of the room. To Ryan's surprise, they didn't come back to bother him for the rest of the night.

Ryan stayed looking at more pictures, the feeling of memories coming in to warm him. He didn't stay long however, as the content of his find allowed him to crash into a deep sleep.

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Thank you for reading this chapterrr<333

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[tinogiehd]

I don't know if this makes sense, but I LOVE how bodily your writing is. You make romance verge on body horror at times, adding in details about wanting to be ripped apart by teeth or feeling bled out, or eaten alive. I remember one part in A Lifetime, My Lifeline that stuck with me about George having bled out all across the plane aisle or something along those lines. I really love your use of sensation in different parts of the body that aren't typical. I was once again rereading Aurum Scarce (And Meant for Kings) and I got to the part where you talk about a weight "hanging on the back of his heels." I just love it so much, it's such an interesting and unconventional way to communicate feelings but it’s executed flawlessly

I think "you make romance verge on body horror" is the coolest thing anybody has ever said to me ever oh wow 😭❤️ I am a big fan of those types of comparisons and drawing connections between emotions and bodily sensations because I know they illicit the most emotional reaction for me personally, I'm really glad to hear more perspectives on that !! I don't think I've ever gotten more asks about a fic than I have for aurum scarce which is like the most insane thing ever so I appreciate this loads <3333 thank you so much and I'm glad you liked it :]

[mead-iocre]

I was just re-reading ‘our new normal’ and your other works ofc. It would be a crime for me to just close the app without letting you know how much I adore your work.

So i ask you this question. Mate what you put in it? Crack??

The way you write, the words are laced with some sort of delicious tasty addicting stuff (my apologies, i have not got a better word due to total utter awe). The way you portray Leah for example in ‘our new normal’ has my heart going boom bang bosh. She is so charming why???

Kudos to you author, I wish i could express into words how grateful i am to be able to have the privilege to just read your work when I crave them. (Perhaps crave is a bad word but my gosh you got poor me hook line sinker)

I wish I was a poet so i could express with big girl words. Perhaps i should read a thesaurus in my spare time. Thats quite a good idea i reckon.

Anyways, good day to you ma’am (or night. Or afternoon. Evening perhaps? Whatever it is, happiness all around)

Haveagoodday.

anon were you trying to make me cry in the middle of the sainsburys cheese and yogurt aisle?! helloooo

thank you so much for taking the time to not only re-read my work (the highest compliment ever <333) but for also taking the time to send me the sweetest message ever. i appreciate you more than you know!

i promise you don't need to write a sonnet to let your favorite writers know you appreciate their work. a simple "I enjoyed your fic" is more than enough <3333

im gonna have the best day thanks to you, anon

i might actually frame this low-key

[kingdaddydaichi]

⚯ title: muse

⚯ pairing: k. akaashi x f!writer!reader

⚯ wc: 3333

⚯ warnings: nsfw, mdni, (mention of) nihilism, dry humping, almost no foreplay (unless, like me, you count engaging akaashi's mind), clothed sex, oral (f receiving), akaashi being charming af

⚯ notes: my first akaashi fic, y'all. feedback is greatly appreciated.

The very first time you saw Keiji he was standing in one of the aisles at your favorite bookstore with his nose buried in Beyond Good and Evil. With one arm crossed and the opposite elbow propped against it, he pored through its pages. His lips were pursed in concentration, eyes narrowed behind black, rectangular frames. He appeared to be too young to be a professor of philosophy, but he certainly carried himself like one, unwittingly captivating you with his quiet, uncontrived confidence. So much so, in fact, that you almost didn’t hear him when he spoke to you.

Taking a step back away from the shelves, he said, “My apologies, am I in your way?”

“O-oh. No, not at all. I was just wondering…” The intensity of his dark green eyes laser-focused on you threatened to turn you into a blubbering mess, but you managed to keep it together. “...do you find it difficult to read Nietzsche?”

The corner of his mouth twitched as he pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. “Sometimes. For me, a lot of it depends on the translation and the subject matter. Obviously, the more interested you are in a topic, the easier it is to read, generally speaking. What do you think?”

A nervous laugh bubbled from your lips as you averted your eyes, a bit embarrassed to admit the truth. “I haven’t tried, actually. For the last few years I’ve been sorta interested in nihilism, but I’ve always heard that his works tend to be a bit boring and dry.”

He closed the book, its pages coming together in a whisper as he tucked it under his arm. “If you’re interested in nihilism, you might try reading The Will to Power.” He reached out and pulled a book from the shelf before handing it to you. “It’s also one of his easier books to read, in my opinion, so it might be a good place for you to start.” 

You reached for the book, his warm fingers brushing against yours as he handed it over. The subtle smirk that played on his lips made you wonder if it was intentional. Smiling, you glanced at the cover before looking up at the raven-haired man. 

“Okay, I think I will. Thank you so much for the recommendation, …umm…”

“Oh.” He transferred the book under his other arm and extended his hand. “Keiji. Pleasure to meet you.”

You slipped your hand into his, noticing for the first time how long his fingers are while the softness of your skin filled his thoughts. “Nice to meet you, too, Keiji. I’m (y/n).”

He nodded and looked at his phone. “Well, (y/n), I’ve still got about half an hour to kill. Would you uh-” There was a fleeting crack in his confidence and a light dusting of pink on the apples of his cheeks. “Would you care to join me for coffee in the cafe?”

You smiled. “I’d love to. I walked by there on my way in and I’ve been craving a matcha latte ever since.”

A small smile graced his lips in return. “Let’s go get you that matcha latte, then!” he insisted, making you laugh.

He found the fact that you thought he would make an excellent philosophy professor both amusing and flattering. At the same time, you were surprised and fascinated to learn that he was in fact an editor for a major manga publisher, though he was still working towards his dream of becoming a literary editor instead. When you told him that you write fiction in your spare time, he was floored. “Shut up, no fucking way!” From that moment forward, he knew he was a goner for you. Your conversation flowed effortlessly and the half hour was tragically over much too soon. You tried to argue with Keiji when he paid for your beverage, but he was having none of it. 

“It’s the least I can do for you after allowing me to enjoy your company. A penny for your thoughts, as the saying goes.”

Your cheeks warmed at his charming words. “Thank you, Keiji, for the matcha latte and the reading material,” you said, holding up the book he’d given you. “The pleasure’s been all mine. Shame we can’t stay and talk longer.”

“Do you think maybe we can get together for coffee again another day when we both have more time?”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” You were playing it nice and cool, but squealing like a schoolgirl on the inside.

As you created new contacts for yourselves in each other’s phones, Keiji said, “Tell you what. If you wanna hold off on buying The Will to Power, I have a copy at home you can borrow if you want? Like a ‘try before you buy’ type thing?”

“Oh, that’s a great idea for sure!”

“Cool. I’ll be sure to bring it with me next time we see each other.”

Less than an hour later, once he’d gotten back to his office, he texted you. “How about this weekend? Maybe dinner first, then coffee?”

You had to fight back the scream that threatened to erupt from your throat. “Absolutely, that sounds amazing!”

The text that he responded with damn near did you in. “It’s a date then.”

A couple of weeks and a small stack of his books sitting on your coffee table later, he’d texted late one afternoon to let you know there was a deadline for a big editorial project coming up and he’d have to work late for the next few days. 

“Can you come by my place after work one night? I wanna see you…”

“As long as you’re sure it won’t be too late. I don’t want you staying up past your bedtime on my account.”

“Keiji. I’m a writer. I don’t have a bedtime lol.”

“Tsk. That’s not good for you though. We’ll have to remedy that.”

“So will you come over tonight?”

“Yeah, it’ll probably be close to nine but I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.”

“K, I’ll be here waiting for you.”

“Can’t wait to see you again.”

“Same. Miss you, Keij.”

You sat with your knees pulled toward your chest and your face buried in your hands, watching Keiji through the slits between your fingers as he sat next to you on your sofa, reading your latest draft. You’d been too embarrassed to show him any of your writing before now. 

He’d told you on your first date that he’d love to read some of your work sometime, but he also understood better than most how apprehensive writers can be about letting people they know read their stuff. Something about the way he never pressured you though made you decide that it was probably safe to share it with him. 

So, when he came over that night, you offered it up to him and watched his eyes light up. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I think so. Just, please…do be gentle?”

He chuckled and pecked you on the lips. “Of course, I will.”

From the first time you saw him, your soul lost its balance and fell in love with watching Keiji read - the way his eyebrow quirks when he reads something interesting or unexpected; the way a puff of air escapes his nose as a small smile plays at the corners of his lips when he finds something funny or amusing. You loved the way he’d mindlessly run a fingertip over the corners of an open book’s pages as he read. There was something soothing about watching Keiji do what he loves most. 

This time, however, you were anything but calm.

“Well,” he exhaled, pulling his glasses off.  

You watched and waited with bated breath. “Is that a good ‘well’ or a bad ‘well’?”

“Do you want my personal opinion or my professional opinion?”

“Both?”

“Professionally speaking, it’s engaging and well-written. I think your audience would definitely get sucked in. I almost forgot I was reading, which is always a good thing.”

Your hands dropped to your chest to clutch your writer heart as it leapt at his praise. “And personally?”

He opened his mouth and dragged his hand down his face as he laughed quietly. “That was fucking hot.”

Your hands flew to your mouth, muffling your voice. “Really?”

He nodded, his green irises darkened by his pupils. “Let’s just say I’m really glad I’m sitting down right now because otherwise, this would potentially be pretty awkward,” he said, glancing at his lap.

Your mouth fell open in a gasp, eyes widening. “Keiji! Did it make you…are you…hard?”

He shifted against the back of the couch, keeping his arm strategically placed over his thigh. “I can lie to you if it makes things less weird.”

“It doesn’t make things weird, but I’m not sure I believe you. How do I know you’re not lying right now?”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “You want me to prove it to you?”

You nodded. If he was lying, you were calling his bluff.

He shook his head. “All right…” He situated himself lower in his seat and leaned back, relaxing to let his long legs fall open. Sure enough, there was an unmistakable bulge at the top of his left thigh. The distinct shape of his erection pressed uncomfortably against his khaki-colored slacks. 

You mumbled the first word that came to mind: “Impressive.” Before you had a chance to think about what you were doing, your body moved on its own as if by primal drive. Keiji watched as you edged closer to him, resting his arm against the back of the sectional as a welcoming invitation. 

With your knees pressing against the same leg as his chub, his dark gaze read the flicker of fire and curiosity in your eyes. He raised his hand to cup your cheek, bringing your face ever closer, searching for any hint of hesitation on your part. 

Before he could make his move, your lips were on his, softly pressing into them. He let out a low chuckle and kissed you back, his thinner lips slotting perfectly between yours. Both of you opened your mouths at the same time, your tongues meeting halfway to push over each other. Keiji’s teeth grazed your tongue; you responded with a soft suck on his bottom lip, making both of you smile into the kiss. 

Your knees trembled beneath you, too weak to maintain your position. Just as you placed your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his lap. Straddling him, you could feel his hard length pressing against the back of your thigh. 

“M’sorry,” he breathed. “Am I being too forward?”

“No.” You pressed your lips into his next kiss. “Please, Keiji. Don’t stop.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His large hands slid down to your bottom, squeezing the flesh there between his long, slender fingers. “I’ve been meaning to tell you what a great ass you have.”

Your laugh whispered against his lips. “Yeah? Think so?”

“Oh, hell yes. Been dying to grab it like this,” he said before teasing your tongue with his teeth again.

“Grab it all you want. Mm…feels good.” Your fingers massaged the back of his neck before carding through his shaggy black locks.

“Yeah? Y’know what feels good to me?”

“Tell me, Keiji. I wanna know everything,” you moaned as he pulled you closer, creating friction against his cock and groaning as his warm pre oozed out onto his thigh.

“Mnnfuck, (y/n), that…that feels amazing,” he murmured against your lips. 

His hands slipped underneath your shirt to massage your tits through your sports bra. He was rewarded when another moan spilled from your lips, followed by a short gasp as his kisses blazed a trail along your jawline. You squirmed on his lap, craving the sensation of his hard cock against your soaking slit.

“Mm damn,” Keiji whispered, his head falling back against the couch as you rode him, his hips rolling to dry hump you right back.

“Keij? I’m sorry,” you said, raising up from his lap.

Concern began to swirl in his lustful eyes as he opened them to check on you. “(Y/n), what’s wrong? Too much?”

“No,” you breathed. “Not enough. I need-” You hesitated, worried that you were going to come across a lot sluttier than you intended.

His hands cupped your face as yours roamed his chest and shoulders. “What is it? Tell me what you need, (y/n).”

You worked your bottom down towards his knees as your fingers got to work on the buttons of his shirt. He helped, freeing you up to start on his belt as you looked him in the eye. “I don’t want you to think less of me for this, but…” His belt now undone, you worked to get his pants open, fingers shaking with anticipation and need.

“Tell me, (y/n),” Keiji said. “I won’t think any less of you for being honest with me.”

“I need you. Now, Keiji.” You reached into his pants and pulled his straining cock out, stroking it and spreading his precum along his shaft.

“Oh fuck, (y/n)...” he moaned, his mouth hanging open as he watched you pull your tiny shorts and panties to one side and position yourself at his tip.

“Need you inside me, Keij,” you whined as you started sinking down around the head of his hot cock.

His pretty eyes rolled back as your heat encased him, so tight he thought he might pass out. You cried out at the blissful agony provided by the burning stretch of his cock as you worked him in, slowly easing yourself further down his thick shaft a little at a time. You’d only taken about half of him when he felt your slick leaking down the underside of his cock.

“Ohh…mm…take what you need, baby. Fuck, you feel so good…so damn tight.”

“Oh god, Keiji, your cock feels amazing…stretching me open so perfectly.”

“That’s it, take your time…” he whispered, gritting his teeth to keep from giving you one hard thrust of his hips to wedge himself all the way inside you at once.

You bottomed out around him, his full balls twitching against the crack of your ass. He kissed you slow and deep, still feeling a little light-headed at the way your hot, gummy walls clenched around him, waiting patiently until you were ready to start moving.

You raised your hips off him, drawing a sigh from his lips as you slid up and down on his cock a little at a time. Pretty soon, you were gliding along his shaft with ease, gasping and moaning his name as your hips rocked against his. Keiji’s hands gripped your butt, pulling you along in time with your thrusts and whispering words of praise and encouragement in your ear. 

“Mmfuck, Keiji?” you whined.

Without another word he began thrusting up into you, his fingertips gripping your butt and thighs with bruising pressure as he built up his speed and intensity. Something about the way he moved hit different and you let him take control, swearing about how good his cock felt. 

“Yeah, baby,” you whimpered. “Fuck me, Keiji…”

“Shit, baby, hang on…” 

You tightened your hold around his neck as he leaned forward. It only took a beat for him to pick you up and lay you down across the couch. Without pulling out, he managed to work his pants and boxers further down his thighs but was too impatient to take them off. His now naked hips flexed between your thighs as he rutted into you with more force. Your cries became more desperate and he knew he needed to get you off soon because he was getting dangerously close.

He swore and pulled out, leaving you whining and reaching for him.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not done. Just need to get these fucking shorts off you…”

You eagerly lifted your hips to let him pull your shorts and panties down together. You got one leg out and he huffed, “Good enough,” before lining himself up and plunging back into your wet heat, forcing loud moans out of both of you.

He continued his ravenous pace, pushing one of your thighs back, then the other; angling his hips until he could feel himself bumping against the rough texture of your sweet spot.

“Ohfuck, Keij, ohgodfuck…” He planted his hands on either side of you, keeping your knees back with the crooks of his elbows, skin slapping against wet skin as he drove you closer to the edge. “Hmm…you’re gonna mm- gonna make me…fuck, Keiji! Gonna cum, baby!” Your whole body went rigid as your cunt convulsed around his pulsing cock.

“Shit, baby, me too,” he whispered urgently. “Where?”

“Inside me, Keiji…”

He grunted as he forced himself as deep as he could go. “Fuck, I’m cumming, (y/n)...” His hips stilled and shook. You could feel the force of his orgasm; his cock twitched inside you, releasing long ropes of his creamy, white seed against your walls until he was spent.

Neither of you wanted to move as your chests heaved together, your arms wrapped tightly around Keiji’s back as he breathed against your neck, planting lazy kisses there.

“Promise you don’t think any less of me?” you asked breathlessly, the oxytocin flooding your system putting you on the verge of tears, scared that maybe he’d be put off by your neediness and eagerness to have sex with him.

He lifted his head up to meet your eyes with his emerald hues. “I promise,” he whispered, kissing you softly while running his fingers through your hair. “You were just being honest about what you wanted. I think it’s sexy.”

You bit your lip and smiled, admiring the way his messy hair had fallen forward as he looked down at you. “I think you’re sexy, Keiji.”

He smiled one of his rare toothy smiles. “Thank you, I’m glad we were able to reach a consensus about our findings on sexiness.”

“Ohmygod, yes. Talk nerdy to me, baby,” you teased, both of you laughing. 

You both stayed like that a while longer, still mostly dressed with his softening cock nestled inside your sticky cunt, exchanging sweet proclamations of your mutual desire to be together. 

“What do you say we take this to your bedroom and get the rest of these clothes off?” He pushed himself off you and helped you up before pulling his pants up so he could walk. 

“Keiji, I swear your mind is teeming with so many great ideas,” you said, reaching for him. 

He had you jump up so he could loop his arms under your legs as you wrapped them around his waist. “Think you’ll ever write about us?” he smirked as he carried you to bed. 

You threaded your fingers into his hair and kissed him. “Who said I haven’t already?”

He hummed as he lowered you down onto the bed. “I’d love to read it sometime,” he said, lifting your shirt over your head. 

You pushed his button up off his shoulders as he let his pants fall to the floor with a clatter of his belt buckle. You eyed his slim but cut torso and licked your lips just before he kissed you. Opening your eyes to meet his, you said, “You already have.”

He groaned and smirked against your lips. “Well, as your muse,” he started, slipping his hand between your thighs as his hardening cock bounced in its freedom. “I’m honored to give you all the inspiration you need.” 

He lowered himself between your open legs and kissed your clit before licking and sucking your combined spend, cleaning your pussy with a lavish tongue bath just so he could make a mess of it all over again. 

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[vaguely-yandere]

OH MY GAWD U RESPONDED SO QUICKLY! i thought i was hallucinating LOLOL

omg but author dearest i love your writing <333 I LOVE UR BLOG!! and a lot of people will, im sure of it!! im just waiting for people to come flooding into ur inbox <3333 youre going to be so popular regardless of how many followers you get everyone will love you <33 your content appeals to a very specific genre of reader and people eat this shit up! aka ME !! also sorry but im still brainrotting over that drabble you wrote!! proof of ur power >>>>

imagine if sensitive yandere’s little shenanigans are so extreme to the point where they just. buy out the whole aisle of those instant noodles LOL (seriously, where are they getting this money?) and by some act of god, you come stumbling into the aisle only to find all of your favorite instant noodle brand in the same strangers cart. youre all like ‘aw man theres no more (i thought they said they would be in stock today!)’ and turn to leave. in that moment… sensitive yanderes gotta make a choice! because this silly little grocery store has, yet again, brought the two of you together, and youre about to leave. leave them. also the thought of making you indirectly disappointed in them by buying up your favorite comfort food is possibly worse than reaching out to you to give you a packet.

hmmmm… what to do, what to do….

thank you, thank you! i usually respond very quickly because i am, as the kids would say, "chronically online" (i don't think im using that term correctly) and i guess my specialty is catering towards hyper specific readers! <3

the sensitive yandere would have a couple of choices here. reach out and offer you some (but they'd embarrass themselves, they aren't ready yet and you'd also have to pay for it!), buy it all really really fast and race to give all of it to you (doesn't matter if they end up starving, they can feed off your love!), or maybe they could break in again? no no, that'd be too much, they don't wanna scare you!

but i think what we're forgetting here is that the sensitive yandere is a chronic over thinker by nature. the poor thing just can't help it! it's the reason why they just get so nervous and anxious around you, why they feel like their body is about to explode with love! one touch could lead to a billion, sharing the same air as you is one step closer to sharing a home with you, one moment in your presence is one step closer to always being there for you. always. so! being an over thinker, they've already thought through this scenario. not this exact one, but similar.

you hear a quiet voice behind you and you were just going to ignore it, assuming someone was mumbling to themselves but there was just this weird feeling of intensity radiating behind you that you couldn't let go of, your gut just screaming at you that something was wrong. so, you turned around and faced a stranger with their face primarily covered with a nearly completely drawstringed shut hoodie.

"uh. yeah?" you ask, putting on a polite smile. the person in front of you was wracked with shivers, even with their hands in their pocket you could see how their body shaked and quivered.

"do you.. need something?"

the stranger let out a few pants before finally answering you. "um. i uh. grabbed the last.. of the- of the noodles. did you need some?" they mumbled, barely making their way through the sentence. you could see one of their eyes, just barely, staring directly at the floor, unblinking and wide as a dinner plate and either their eyes were black or their pupils were insanely big.

"oh n-.." you were going to refuse but.. well, you were hungry and really craving these so maybe just taking a few wouldn't hurt! besides, you'd only need enough to tide you over until they restocked next time. "uh, yea! yes please, that'd be amazing, thank you so much!" you grin wide at the stranger, your gut still telling you something was wrong but maybe it was just a false alarm. you were a naturally anxious person and you really shouldn't judge people by their looks.

the stranger seemed to have a hard time properly holding the cup of noodles, holding it very weirdly, (who picks things up by the very edge?) so you took it upon yourself to gently take it from them, ever so slightly letting your thumbnail brush against the side of their hand. they completely froze up, allowing you to take the item from their stiff grasp, not even moving as you slowly took four more packages from their cart, staring at them and wondering what the fuck was wrong with them. (ew, why was the one that they were holding wet?)

"um. thank you..?"

they didn't move. were they breathing? you couldn't really see their face well so you had no idea but they were still standing so you had to assume something was fine.

"thaaaaanks..." you say again, slowly moving away. don't question it. ask stupid questions, win stupid prizes.

meanwhile, the sensitive yandere has tears spilling rapidly out of their tear ducts as it finally sinks in just how long it had been since someone had touched them. they swore, they could feel your warmth burning their flesh, even thought you only lightly grazed them with your thumbnail. they needed to work harder on their exposure therapy and now, they didn't know how much longer they could take being away from you... maybe they'd leave some more presents and good night kisses for you.

[jake-g-lockley]

Double Wedding Bells (Moon Knight x desi!reader)

Masterlist

Summary: Three men and two very different wedding ceremonies, how hard could that be?

Warnings: I am not Jewish or Telugu so there might be some things that are not precisely accurate, almost all of the stuff that is ceremony-wise is gotten through research, mentions of DID.

Word Count: 1.8k words

A/N: This is a request from @sodonuthideout thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to write this <3333 (translations are at the end of the fic, enjoy)

Moon Boys POV

Marc fidgets with his cufflinks again, tugging the edge of his suit as he frowns at Steven and Jake in the mirror.

“We look fine, hermano, calm your nerves.” Jake says, giving Marc a smile. 

“Yea, bruv, we cleaned up pretty well.” Steven chimed in with a blinding grin. 

“I can’t believe that we’re getting married to her.” Marc whispers. 

After 2 and a half years of courting Y/N, the boys decided about 2 months ago that it was time to pop the important question. They knew that they didn't want to spend the rest of their life with anyone else if it wasn’t her. She was their lucky charm, the light to their darkness and so much has gone so well for them over the past few years that Marc could hardly believe it.

He had reconciled with his father and they both had been going to therapy sessions where Marc has been dealing with his past traumas and DID. His relationship with Y/N had never been better and although he was still Moon Knight, Khonshu has been much more relaxed over the past few months. 

“Looking great, my Knight.” Khonshu says, patting Marc’s shoulders. 

A knock sounded at the door and Marc’s father opened the door and peeked through. He walked up to Marc and smiled at him, taking in his son. He adjusted his tie and Marc saw a tear slip from his fathers eyes, which he automatically brushed off his face.  

“I’m so proud of the man that you have become, my son. Thank you for taking me back into your life.” his father says, cupping Marc’s face with his hands. “It's time.”

Taking a deep breath and adjusting his kippah, Marc followed his father out of the room.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Marc stared at the ketubah, waiting for Y/N. He nervously looked at the rabbi who smiled reassuringly back at him. Soon, the sweet smell of roses mixed with the heavenly smell of Y/N’s signature perfume floated towards him. When Marc turned to look at her, he swore that he could have been knocked off his feet in an instant. 

She was wearing a beautiful pure white lace saree with a long sleeved blouse, topped with a stunning veil that was cascading down her perfectly curled hair down her back.  The veil was a small gift from Khonshu, who had a soft spot for Y/N, and Marc could see little silver crescent moons on the veil glowing slightly, making her look absolutely ethereal while she clutched the modest bouquet of white roses. He almost didn’t hear Steven and Jake audibly gasp in the headspace as he stared dreamily at her. 

She reached out and gave Marc’s hand a soothing squeeze and the both of them turned to look at the ketubah, reading it and signing it with Marc’s father and the rabbi as witnesses. Marc then turned back to her, as instructed by the rabbi, and took a long look at her beautiful smiling face before he veilling her. 

He then stepped forward to take his place beside his father as she took her place in the middle of her parents. To Marc, this was probably the most overwhelming part of the ceremony where he had to walk to the chuppah lacking one parent. 

“It's alright, Marc, Jake and I are here with you every step of the way.” Steven’s voice fills Marc’s pounding heart with the supportive affirmation and he realigns himself again as they begin to walk down the aisle. 

Marc took his place on the right of the decorated chuppah while Y/N took her place in front of him, her parents behind her. They only invited a few people that were very close to them for this ceremony. Marc caught Frenchie’s eye, who gave him a wink and Marc grinned back at his old friend. The various rituals and blessings went by quicker than Marc expected it to. 

The guest cheered “Mazel tov!” as Marc hears the glass shatter under his heel. He turned to look at his Y/N who was smiling at him with the most beautiful look on her face.

“Ready for the other ceremony, my handsome husbands?” she whispers. 

“Ready when you are, our angelic wife.” 

Your POV

You stared down at the beautiful gorintaku that covered both of your arms as your mom helped you with your nakshi vaddanam, a beautiful but heavy pure gold belt that adorned your belly. The vaddanam was a gift from Steven, who had carefully picked out the belt after thoroughly researching it, finding one that suited your style as well as complemented your tradition. 

They had popped the question on a random Tuesday night when you were lying on their lap reading a book with your tongue between your teeth and a stupid expression on your face as you judged the book characters actions. Marc was the one who was fronting when the question was asked and it was so fluid, as if he was asking what's for dinner the next day. 

You remember staring down at the band that Marc was holding between his fingers absolutely confused. Your mind had refused to work for a few seconds until Marc’s soft cough filled your ringing ears. You could barely form the words to say yes to the question because of the sheer shock that was coursing through your head. 

Your best friend, who is also your maid of honor, grabbed the eyelash glue and tapped a little on your forehead, helping your papidi billa stick to your forehead, right above the special gold amulet that was tied with yellow thread. You felt like a real regal queen in your red and gold saree. The veil that was gifted by Khonshu for the Jewish ceremony had magically shifted colors to match your saree, now a sheer gold with tiny glowing gold crescents and was pinned to the top of your braid that had been done up with fresh fragrant flowers. 

You couldn't wait to get married to your boys again and you could feel the waterworks starting up. You were so exhausted with all the prep you had to do but so excited to start your new life with the boys. The nerves started edging up on you this morning and all you wanted to do is see their face and feel their presence next to you. 

“Come, kanna, it's time to go up to the mandapam.” Your mother says, pressing a small kiss on your temple.  

You say a little prayer, hoping that everything would go as smooth as possible and you grab your best friend’s hand, taking a deep breath to diminish the nerves. 

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You take your place in the middle chair between your parents, behind the curtain called the terasala, which was hiding Marc from your view and the ceremony starts. You watch as your parents wash his feet and offer him your hand. Marc states his promises after accepting your hand and you feel your eyes tearing up again, listening to his soft sweet voice. 

The priest calls the auspicious time as cumin and jaggery paste is smeared on your hand. You lift your hand over the curtain until you feel Marc’s soft curls under your hand and you feel his hand on your head. The curtain drops and you see Marc for the first time, wearing a silk white kurta and dhoti with the same amulet tied around his forehead. You grin at him as rose petals cascade over the both of you.

All you could focus on is Marc’s beautiful deep set eyes and how you are doing this so that you could spend the rest of your living days staring into those adoring eyes. Those eyes flashed to Steven and then to Jake and back again to Marc. You wanted all of them, the good, the bad and the ugly. You never wanted anything more in your life. 

He sends you a small wink as the both of you lower your hands and the priest hands him the mangalsutra. Yellow rice rains around you and him as the music around you crescendos.

Marc leans in and ties the sacred yellow thread smeared with haldi around your neck with three knots. 

“I love you, I love you so much.” he whispers.

“I love you too.” you say as tears run down your face, the feeling of peace settling in you as Marc seals the eternal action with an unceremonious kiss on your forehead. 

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Translations:

Hermano: Brother

Kippah: A kippah, yarmulke, or koppel is a brimless cap, usually made of cloth, traditionally worn by Jewish males to fulfill the customary requirement that the head be covered. 

Ketubah: A ketubah is a Jewish marriage contract.

Chuppah:  A canopy under which the bride and groom stand during a Jewish wedding ceremony.

Mazel tov: "Mazel tov" or "mazal tov" is a Jewish phrase used to express congratulations for a happy and significant occasion or event. 

Gorintaku: AKA henna. Temporary body art resulting from the staining of the skin from the dyes.

Nakshi vaddanam: This ornament is worn on the belly of the bride. In earlier days, this belt had a lot of significance as it was a symbol showing the woman’s child-bearing abilities. The Vaddanam would often be designed with precious and semi-precious beautiful stones. Most often, this belt would be carved with different images of Lord Vishnu, Goddess Lakshmi and her consort

Papidi billa: “Papidi billa”(maang tikka) is a piece of jewelry worn in the middle of parting of the hair and is meant for adorning the forehead. 

Saree: A sari or saree is a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent, that consists of an un-stitched stretch of woven fabric arranged over the body as a robe, with one end tied to the waist, while the other end rests over one shoulder as a stole (shawl), baring a part of the midriff

Kanna: Darling

Mandapam: A wedding Mandap is a mandap (covered structure with pillars) temporarily erected for the purpose of a Hindu or Jain wedding. The main wedding ceremonies take place under the mandap.

Terasala: Tera means curtain and sela is cloth. So, it literally means a cloth used as a curtain, between the bride and the groom.

Kurta: A loose collarless shirt of a type worn by people in South Asia

Dhoti: A garment worn by male Hindus, consisting of a piece of material tied around the waist and extending to cover most of the legs.

Mangalsutra: In many parts of India a pendant necklace — called a mangalsutra, or “auspicious thread,” is tied around a Hindu bride's neck during the wedding ceremony, a symbol that the couple is bound in matrimony and an indication of the bride's new status as a married woman

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[roy-kents]

wip wednesday

alrighty been tagged by @queerpanikkar @gayravi @capseycartwright @thatbuddie and much like most of my dash this is gonna come from [redacted] fic that we all seem to be making absolutely EXCELLENT strides on so proud of us <3333 this is going to make absolutely no sense you've been warned

That’s how he finds himself in the baking aisle of Target at 9am on a Tuesday morning after shift, clutching his basket in a white knuckle grip as he stares at the array of different options in front of him. Sweat begins to bead a little on his forehead as he looks down at his phone, trying to decipher the ingredient list he’d downloaded from the first website he found. He looks back up at the shelf and feels a little bit dizzy, and like he always does in a crisis, he reaches for his phone and calls the first person his eyes land on.

“Hello?” The groggy voice on the other end greets him.

“Why are there so many types of flour?” Eddie blurts, eyebrows creasing together. “I mean, they all come from the same plant, right?”

It’s silent for a few seconds, save for the rustling of what Eddie assumes is bedsheets. “Hey, Buck. How’s your day off going? Oh, it’s going great, Eddie. Thanks for asking!”

“Buck,” Eddie definitely doesn’t whine, because he’s a thirty four year old man, thanks. Except he kinda does, because he's maybe a little bit desperate. “Help.”

Buck sighs dramatically, and the line goes quiet for a few seconds before it beeps, signalling an incoming facetime call which Eddie immediately accepts. He tries not to get immediately distracted by Buck's sleep mussed hair, his half lidded eyes and his pouty lips. He really has it all under control.

"Okay," Buck says around a yawn. "Do you want to tell me what the fuck's going on?"

these are probably gonna be double tags for a lot of people but um @prettyboyandthekid @madneyfiles @eddiessluttytanktop @ekstasisandangst if you guys have anything to share feel free!! <333

[elysianslove]

SAL YOURE GONNA KILL ME TOO

Id definitely be missing samu so much the morning of the wedding. there's about half an hour until you have to walk down the aisle, but all your makeup, hair everything is done, so all you can do is focus on breathing and try not to overthink. samu's the only one who can calm you down with a few words, and just as youre thinking of him, there's a knock on your door and you know that its osamu. just hearing his muffled voice is giving your stomach butterflies, but conversing with him like you always do is so comforting and puts your mind at ease.

tunnel vision when you lock eyes for the first time on you wedding day. later at the reception, samu can't stop calling you his wife, he's like 'yes my wife is actually...' or 'my wife's friend helped with the planning...' etc etc

when you call him your husband he literally pops a boner jdsjcnksjnckddc

omg I had this thought ages ago that when u toss the bouquet and it flies towards atsumu he sets it on instinct 💀💀 and bo goes along with it and spikes it right into omi's face and omi's like 😊 on the outside trying to be civil at your wedding but on the inside he's like EVERY SECOND YOU ARENT RUNNING IM ONLY GETTING CLOSER

THE HONEYMOON its somehow the most wholesome thing ever but at the same time also super filthy jckjsnc because you and samu are so lovey dovey and kissy kissy honey sugar boo, you never thought you could smile this much, and samu thinks that even if there was a tsunami or something during your honeymoon he'd still be happy because he's with you BUT you don't think you've had so much sex in your life like samu thinks ur a goddess and wants to be touching you and inside u 24/7 and youre so FERAL FOR HIMMMM

- auri 💘

oh my god auri i saw this video of this couple that just got married n they‘re in their hotel room still in the dress and suit and they’re just practicing saying ‘my wife’ and ‘my husband’ repeatedly plshsbsjd

idk if that’s more tsumu or samu i just had to tell you 😭

and to samu it’s also like not just saying it but also the idea?? and knowledge?? that you’re his wife?? you come in his shop during work hours n he spots you and smiles softly but his mind is just going “WIFE! WIFE! WIFE!” and if he’s talking to someone u and him dont really know and he goes “i’ll check with my wife” cause he can’t just say your name since they don’t know who you are his brain again goes “WIFE!WIFE! WIFE!!!” it’s so casual and domestic and real and justhehhdjd

PLEASE TSUMU SETTING THE BOUQET AND OMI CATCHING IT <3333 pls he drops it like it caught on fire cause marriage ??? no thank u. wait idk if u ship sakuatsu but imagine that’s before they even got together and years later they’re getting married n u and samu are just like “we manifested this. this is our doing. where’s our thank you.”

THE HONEYMOON. THE HONEYMOON. fr samu fucks you every single day. like every single day. idk how his balls are managing but they are. and if he’s not fucking you his head is between your thighs or his fingers are teasing you. omg you and samu finding a secluded part of the beach and he ,,, fingers you. his hands slides past your bikini bottoms and he just has his fun. no one can see anyways... or OMG SEX AGAINST THE WINDOWS OH MY GOD

oh my god. ohmygod i just had an epiphany.

[charleslovemustdie]

✨ my OG stuff masterlist ✨

you can find everything ive made under #charles did this and #charles art if you're interested thank you for the support <3333

Disco Elysium

art:

debrief with kim

do you need something, detective?

sleepy kimharry

disco sapphics

undertale x disco

worship

+4 Kim is here

stupid shit:

silly kimharryjean meme

IWTV

art:

daniel molloy my best friend daniel molloy

misc:

TVL // 1x04, 1x07, lestat and claudia

TVL // 1x01, 1x03, louis and lestat

what the interview is about...

ofmd (mostly s1. fuck zionists like taika)

stupid shit:

almost kiss BLONDE BIMBO

how about we stop talking for a little while

stede's cravat throughout the episodes

something like it what if ed was there

art: you wear fine things well.

the black hole of the window where you sleep

izzy the weirdo he knows. we cant stop hurting each other

love without injury + what i am

betrayal and forgiveness are best seen as something akin to falling in love.

babygirl

i love everything about you

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚆𝚎 𝙳𝚘 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜

stupid shit:

text posts: [1] [2] [3] [4]

other: something really lgbt just hæppened to me

⭐️ the illusion of free choice

hell yeah i'm a "vampire slayer" nadja you hurt his feelings :/

the council has decided.... you are friend :)

how do i get a girlfriend ??? beast in hardware aisle

nandermo + excuses to hold your hand

art: a reunion

you, who regrets nothing.

viago <333

why won't you chase after me ?

me and the bad bitch i pulled by being off-putting

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 , art: season 5 jon

𝙻𝕠𝑘𝗶 (lmfao whoever was here when i was a loki blog is a true veteran. haven’t thought about this show in years. heritage posts:)

loki + text posts

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

[8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14]

[15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22]

art: even someone good // you kinda feel bad for that ice runt

lokius as brokeback mountain // the goddess of mischief

mr tesseract x presi loki doodle

loki + other shit [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [1]

misc jokes:

somebody tell him... // i know this and i love you

et tu brute ? // somebody gag this man

i have feelings for you // im gonna fuck(ing kill) him

ended up on fucking buzzfeed // we ? we :)

i want her to be homophobic SO badly + you guys

the heteros are gone // flirting with a narcissist

love loses // trust no one not even yourself

jealous mobius my beloved

the secret deleted lokius kiss // all men do is disappoint

tfw the god u chose is a mess // man i got a lot going on

mobius gets along with Every loki ;)

[billylenzstolemyphone]

Okay no but by dear mutual, how what do you think mobius and lokis wedding would be like, if they were to get married? :D

<3

oh my godddddgdhdgs you are amazing-

i have so many hc's for that like the possibilities??? mf they are endless SDJKDS AAAH HERE WE GO

thor? my man is bawling his eyes out 100% he's just so happy for his brother dude!! he's so glad that loki finally found the one and his speech would definitely be like the really cheesy ones where he's struggling to speak through tears and cracking jokes sdkhs at the end of the night he's coming up to mobius and giving him the biggest pat on the back that makes the poor man choke on his drink a little sdkhds thor (who's most likely wiping the tears and snot off his face with a handkerchief) would then engulf loki in the most bone-crushing hug he can muster (loki pretends to be annoyed but it really means the world to him)

b-15 and sylvie would be the couple getting drunk off their asses and creating chaos at the after party sdbkjsdljs they're happy for mobius and loki but at the same time....free cake and champagne? yeah they're already there. i don't think they'd cry but they would both get slightly emotional (considering the fact that they're probably already hungover) during the whole ceremony and would ABSOLUTELY cheer and whistle when mobius and loki kiss. they're wearing sunglasses because yeah. they're that cool SDKJDS mobius thinks that this is hilarious while loki doesn't quite understand it sjdsdh at the after party they are SHOVING cake into the married couples faces and killing it on the dance floor and by killing it i mean messy breakdancing, trying to recreate the spin from dirty dancing, and spilling champagne everywhere djsjskj i love them-

ravonna is happy for the two of them, congratulating mobius with a kind smile and pat on the shoulder (much more gentler than thor that big oaf) and the same to loki. honestly i think she would leave a little bit into the after party, she's not that big of a party animal, unlike bee and sylvie dskjsd. mobius and her would share a conversation for a little while before that, maybe having a drink or two while she watches mobius smile lovingly at loki awkwardly attempting to comfort a very emotional thor.

casey doesn't really know what this event is all about, ravonna tries her best to explain it to him, but he gets the hang of it pretty quickly. he would absolutely cry, blowing his nose a few times and going to mobius and loki at the end of the ceremony to give them both huge hugs. he fucks it up on the dance floor though i swear that man is a dancing machine sdjdsk when its mobius and loki's turns to slow dance together he is crying once again and grinning so widely at the lovely couple, he decides that he really likes weddings now and goes around asking everyone there when they're gonna get married sdjkdsj when he get's to bee and sylvie they just mumble drunkenly and laugh, but casey manages to find out that they got married about 3 years ago. well that's great!! ...but why wasn't he invited??? >:(

AHAHGGGHD OKAY soooo mobius is very nervous (not as nervous as loki that poor soul is practically vibrating in place) but he's constantly fiddling with things, his suit and hair, which he decided to let grow out a few weeks before the wedding and actually doesn't mind it too much. his silver hair is a little slicked back, his black suit has a few accents of blue here and there to match his eyes. at the ceremony, when loki walks out he is done for skjds like it's a miracle that his jaw didn't literally hit the floor. he's staring at loki the whole time absolutely smitten, eyes watery when he reads his speech and says his vows and when it's time to kiss the bride you bet your ass that he puts his whole fucking being into that kiss; grabbing loki's waist as loki wraps his arms around mobius' neck, smiling and laughing and crying into the kiss while they whisper two "i love you"'s that only they can hear between very needed breaths. it's beautiful. it's everything that mobius has every wanted, everything he's ever needed, and it's standing right in front of him. years and years of waiting and yearning and dreaming and the real thing couldn't be better. mobius gets drunk but not too much because he knows hes gonna need to keep an eye on loki dsjksd

AJHAGHD BITCH OKAY SO LOKI- this mf is wearing the most exquisite dress ever, it's white (surprising woah dskjsd) but it just suits him so well and everyone is awe struck when he walks down the aisle knowing that he looks like a fucking dream. sylvie and bee are whistling and clapping while he does and he just rolls his eyes (he loves them though sjdkhsj) during his own speech and vows he some how manages to keep his composure, his voice wavering here and there, but he loses it completely while mobius reads his speech and when it's time to put the rings on (as does mobius) AND SPEAKING OF THE RINGS BRO they are both pristine shining gold with engravings in the inside of the band that say "for all time, always." mobius' has a royal blue diamond while loki's diamond is a stunning emerald green. okok umm loki gets drunk also and it is the best because this motherfucker is the most cuddly needy drunk and mobius finds it so endearing. eventually mobius says his goodbyes with loki basically clinging onto him and makes sure to call them a cab because he is a responsible man thank you very much sjihsd.

UM YEAH AAGDHSJ THATS SO MUCH I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!! those are mostly all of the hc's i can think of at the moment for a lokius wedding but if any of you guys have your own pls feel free to share!! thank you so much for the ask, lovely mutual <3333 mwah >:)

[kaidans-alenko]

WIP Wednesday(now with new banner)

Tagged by both @crqstalite​ and @ghostxofxartemis​ thank yall <3333

This is from my most recent soulmate au I’ve been writing after I post willow as a treat to myself lol

Lily walked down the empty hallway, heels clicking on the marble floor, her white dress trailing behind her. She had no idea where she was or how she got here and on top of that, why she was even dressed like this. It had to be a dream, well actually it was more of a nightmare, her subconscious mocking her, a reminder of the wedding she’ll never have. Lily continued down the hall until she spotted her brother standing at the end, he looked anxious as he paced around. Aiden being anxious was nothing new, he had a tendency to be a worry wart, especially when it came to her. 

“Aiden!” she called as she hurried over to him, careful not to slip and fall, he immediately turned to face her, meeting her half way. 

“There you are!” He exclaimed, sighing in relief “come on, we’re running late.” he said as he led her towards a door.

“Wait, running late for what?” She asked, as she tried to keep up with him. 

“The wedding, what else?” He told her and she stopped in her tracks.

“Wait...the what?” she didn’t know why she was surprised, there wasn’t anything else this getup was worn for, part of her really hoped it was a modeling gig or a play, anything but a wedding. 

Aiden gave her a look that was a mixture of both concern and confusion “Wedding Lil, your wedding.” he told her “come on, you don’t have cold feet do you?” 

“I...no, I mean, I don’t know!” to say she was flustered would be an understatement “who am I marrying?” 

“Wha-?” he pressed a hand to her forehead “are you feeling okay?” 

Lily growled and pushed his hand away “Yes! Just tell me who the hell i’m marrying!” she yelled, stomping her foot. 

Aiden sighed “Come on.” he pulled her along and dragged her to the entrance way, pointing to the altar across from them. “See? It’s-” his mouth moved as if he was saying someone’s name but no sound came out “remember?” 

Lily shook her head “No, now take me home I don’t-” she was cut off by music suddenly filling the venue and before she could stop him, Aiden was leading her down the aisle. She was walking but she felt frozen in place all at the same time, like she was trapped in her body, no longer participating in this nightmare and instead a captive audience member. Aiden let her go and the mystery man extended his hand helping her up the couple steps at the end and she finally got a good look at him.

“You look beautiful.” He said, only loud enough for her to hear. 

“I….thank you?” She wasn’t sure who this man was but based on the feeling she had in her chest looking at him, the ‘being so happy you could cry’ kind of feeling, she must love him, why else would she feel this way? But she didn’t know him, his name, she’s never seen his face before in her life but she loved him. 

[girlgrouptrash101]

Dating Poly!MinkYebin

Request: “Can you do a poly headcannon for minkyebin (roa & rena from pristin) thank you!

“poly dating headcannon for minyebin pls”

A/N: i fucking love these two so much

- C

my ult pristin ship im excited

Roa and Rena both kinda fell for you at the same time

which they couldn’t help sharing with each other, being as close as they are

which caused a little bit of aggravation between the girls

but eventually they talked to you about it, and you guys came to the agreement of a polyamory relationship

which ended up being cute as hell

and all the Pristin members just watch your interactions with heart eyes

the PDA is relentless lbr

especially Rena 

she will cuddle you and Roa anywhere and everywhere

whether it’s at home on a movie night

or some awkward stand-up cuddle when you’re trying to shop for clothes or groceries or something

speaking of grocery shopping,

you could be on a midnight snack adventure to your local supermarket and you just go to a different aisle for a second

and all of a sudden you just hear someone screaming “JAGIYA WHERE ARE YOU, DO YOU WANT ICE CREAM TOO!?” at the top of their voice

of course, it’s either Roa or Rena

they just don’t give a shit as long as they get the message to you lmao

sharing oversized hoodies is your favourite hobby

sometimes you could be wearing a huge hoodie and all of a sudden one of them manages to get inside with you and you’re like?? yep okay

I can’t begin to describe how fluffy this whole thing is like <3333 you know?

Roa tends to take the fuckboy role in the relationship tbh

Rena pretends to but lbr when Minkyung comes around she’s just as whipped as you are

endless flirting even though you guys are already together

they take so many pictures of everything

and they make you try all the new snapchat filters just so they can gush over you

also, lots of pictures of you sound asleep after a fun night ;)

they love to show you off to their members and make them jealous

well mostly Eunwoo, Kyulkyung and Yuha get jealous while the others just roll their eyes and carry on with their day

they tease you a lot, but it’s all out of love

you send each other those cute memes that are just like random pictures with hearts all over them (you know the ones i’m on about right??)

that’s usually what happens in your groupchat, or else you’re deciding where to get food

Roa is and always will be the big spoon, end of story

and lil Rena squishes in between you guys when you’re cuddling

where she just uses this convenient opportunity to kiss you and Roa whenever she feels like it

dates to street markets where you try a load of weird food and just have a good ol’ time

and buy each other cute things that make you all go uwu

Roa is always there to protecc you two, no matter what

but you and Rena take it upon yourselves to look after Roa too, and make sure her mind is always at ease and that she’s happy :)

which she appreciates so so so so much

overall lots of love and support from ur two fave gals ;)

NSFW From Here:

Rena and Roa??? get ready for a wild ride

they always want to initiate something with you like 25/8

and when Pristin V happened you snapped

and they were just shook by how you were all over them instead of the other way around

Roa fucking loves when you ride her face

and Rena loves watching 

oof they’re so hot sorry

when you’re in public and one of them starts teasing you under the table

it happens waaaaay too often

they’re both pretty into trying new things

also, they have the cutest moans like wOw

they tease you like the morning crazy after

when you’re littered in hickeys and struggling to walk

but they will cuddle you for ages after, allowing you to recover from the eventful night before

wow i love them