#you’re all invited to the wedding <333

[inkykeiji]

hi hi i’m just stopping by blogging from my bed with a chest cold to let you all know that i’m going to marry dave bayley’s voice goodbye

[cressthebest]

Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt. 13

chapter 31:

1. why are they still letting regulus drive 😭😭

2. is reg just kissing james in front of all his favorite art pieces in the louvre??? like??? james is left breathless every time.. i love them

3. james says he’s gonna marry reg one day!!! i’m so excited to read the proposal that’s gonna happen in the last chapter!! (let me be delusional plssss)

4. …. is this gonna be a dorlene proposal in paris? wait!! i have such high hopes. this isn’t me being delusional, this is me actually making a guess. god i hope it’s a proposal

5. SHIT I WAS RIGHT RED ALERT RED FUCKING ALERT ITS GONNA BE A PROPOSAL!!! MARLENE IS GONNA PROPOSE TO DORCAS FUCK YEAH

6. SHE SAID YES!! DORCAS SAID YES!!!!!

7. nobody told james it was happening until moments before cause they knew he would be crying tears of happiness 😭😭😭😭 he’s such a fool i love him so much

8. sirius loves photography and regulus remembers!! sirius is surprised reg remembers, but he does!!

9. france is bad for sirius, with so many bad memories, but together him and reg are gonna paint better ones <333333

chapter 32:

1. the black brothers are fixing their bond <333

2. i don’t like that tom riddle is back. i’m very suspicious. watch him be the one to kill reg

3. god, sirius is gonna meet up with the family of those who shot him. i’m so worried this isn’t gonna end well

4. sirius just invited james and reg over to their flat they get once the heist is over. i’m sobbing

5. i love how peter is talking about how it feels to be on the outside of knowing it all, and now everyone paired off except him

6. the more and more they make plans for the future, the more worried i get. cause i know that’s gonna break me

7. god i hate lestrange

8. thank god they got out of the second exchange with no wounds

chapter 33:

1. wolfstar ✨🌙 that’s the bullet point

2. DORCAS AND MARLENE ARE STRAIGHT UP JUST HAVING THE WEDDING???? RIGHT NOW??? TOMORROW NIGHT??

3. “There was no wedding registry, but both Sirius and Remus were under the impression that a good espresso machine was the foundation for a good marriage, and therefore was necessary.” god both of them are so sleep deprived

4. “Sorry. Have you seen Dorcas? You are the hottest person I’ve ever seen Sirius but both of us combined couldn’t upstage her on her worst day. Besides, Marlene would probably sneak in here and shave each of our eyebrows off just to make sure of it.” remus is absolutely correct on all accounts

5. ““Evan looks good all the time,” Barty frowned and Remus and Sirius shared a knowing glance.” 👀 👀 remus and sirius know what’s up

6. james did an apology blow job 😭😭

7. reg speaks italian and everyone including sirius is pissed off at his skill. and barty can speak it too

8. james is gonna get a blow job at the dorlene wedding. and i just. y’all. it’s like twelve people big. they’re gonna notice you’re not there

9. sirius caught them afterwards 😳😳

10. barty and evan are staying true to character by buying dorlene a whole bunch of sex gifts 😭😭 i love them

[weird-dere-writes]

Erwin and I rolling up to the reception early so we can organise the food and nibbles so they're all top tier. Nothing but the best for my sweet Dere and her beloved <333

Nemo, my Nemo, you are such a sweetheart for helping out! I appreciate you both greatly <3333333.

Because of your help, you are welcome to take as much of it home as you’d like for your contributions after the party >:))))). ALSO, if that is a platter you brought, know that the first bite of food I take will be from that UwU 🫶🏾💓💓💓.

I know it is our wedding celebration, but when I tell you that you and Erwin’s attire makes you looks like king and queen of the night. Mysterious and beautiful. Like headmaster and headmistress of a dark arts university. I LOVE IT. May have to sneak you away amongst the festivities to tell you more in detail about how good you look in that pants suit 😉.

I imagine after our parents that you are of the friends that does a speech before the toast. I will be holding Ichigo’s hand, and as you say stuff about me I do that happy frown and touch my chest while squeezing his hand. Ichigo smiles and nods at Erwin who is still seated at your table. After which you just so happen to turn to Ichigo and talk to him directly about treating me right. Slightly threatening, but mostly lightheartedly. You make him raise his hand and swear on it before laughter erupts as you say a little closing quip to announce your relinquishing of the mic. WAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Nemo I love u sm :3 💋.

So happy you came on our special day, my dear 🥰.

You’re the last person I speak to before we go on honeymoon!

~ you’re invited ~

[asyouleft]

WIP Wednesday a little late! Tagged by @tinyarmedtrex and @yojfull thank you both. <3

From a fic that I'm actually working on that will probs get finished and posted. When I showed this to @nlovesrandomthings they said it was their favorite Charlie I've ever written so yay. <333

Elle had been trying to casually convince him to look into finding a wedding date because apparently being the only single person on the wedding party was a bit weird. Charlie didn’t think so because he’d rather be single a hundred times over then forced to date anyone else Elle suggested. The last guy she introduced him to, Luke, was nice but he liked going outside too much for Charlie’s tastes.

Every date was walking in the park or bike riding, or beaches or something else that involved the sun and bugs and nope, no thanks. 

Tao wasn’t any better, the guys he tried to hook up Charlie with were all carbon copies of Charlie himself and he didn’t like himself enough to ever want to date himself. 

“Ignoring all that, it uh, well, I was talking to Darcy and Tara,” she started and somehow Charlie knew exactly where this was going.

“Invite him,” Charlie huffed. “It’s fine. Just do it, I know that’s what you’re asking. I don’t know if Tao would want you to.”

“It’s not really inviting him, it’s just Tara can’t make it to the wedding, she’s got a performance. Darcy wanted to make sure it was okay that Nick was her date.”

The sound of Nick’s name made Charlie flinch a little. He could still picture the man, blonde hair, brown eyes, freckles, glorious wonderful arms. Nick was permanently ingrained into his brain, now and forever more. It hadn’t mattered that Charlie hadn’t laid eyes on him in person for 8 years now. Nick Nelson was unforgettable.

Also a fucking asshole. 

But an unforgettable one.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi, ari! This is my first time sending u an ask..nervy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ what fantasy creatures would different jujutsu kaisen characters ? Like fae, centaurs etc. Dont be hesitant to unleash ur creativity! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ could I take 🪄 ?

NICE TO MEET YOU 🪄 ANON that’s a great emoji pick…. i approve of your taste >:3 aaaaa and such a fun question too!!!! i’ve thought of this before but this was a great opportunity to make up my mind on it…. i’m on the fence for a lot of these but. hear me out!!

(i thought it’d be fun to just go for all my favorite characters, but i’d love to hear your own takes on some of these/others i didn’t mention 🪄 anon!!)

you said i was allowed to be creative so!! i decided to twist the assignment a bit…. some of these are fantasy creatures, others are more supernatural or mythological!! :3 i hope that’s okay hehe.

with that being said…….

satoru gojo

i’m on the fence between vampire and fae…… literally any kind of fair, pretty creature with a terrifying nature. vampire makes a lot of sense to me — pale and pretty and far too good at convincing you to let him linger near your neck… but there’s something really good abt fae!gojo too. a cute, charming creature who’s actually really horrific. skilled at tricking people. he invites you into the woods with the promise of a good time and before you know it you’re…. wedded to the fairy king? somehow???? no matter the option gojo is pretty chill tbh. not evil, just… mischievous :3 but he’s more than capable of being terrifying when he wants to be.

suguru geto

ANY KIND OF WATER CREATURE!! the one i always end up going back to is näcken…. a water spirit masquerading as a naked man, dutifully playing his violin by the river…. luring unsuspecting locals close so he can drown them <3 just like satoru he’s beautiful and terrifying. i momentarily considered a centaur too. i think that fits him!! centaurs are usually depicted as teacher figures in mythology and that’s just very suguru to me. and ofc i have to mention ghosts because they’re my favorites + suguru literally haunts the narrative of jjk <33 he’s a pretty sad ghost i think… just can’t let go of his grief. it consumes him and seeps into the air no matter where he goes. if you suddenly wake up to a freezing room and the flickering of your bedroom lights, it’s probably suguru.

shoko ieiri

say it with me: WITCHHHHHHH ‼️‼️‼️‼️ this is the highest form of praise btw i LOVE witches they’re my absolute favs (along w ghosts)... and shoko is obviously a witch!! there’s no other option. she’s charming and crafty and i would let her boil me into soup ANY day <333 definitely has a cat…. for the record i do think she’d be a terrifying witch. morally dubious. almost leaning towards a mad scientist type… but she’s usually kind if you treat her with respect <333 sometimes makes flower crowns with the local children. she’s less cordial with adults, though. (if you hear any screams from her cute little cabin late at night, it’s probably best not to mention them <3)

kenjaku

on that note!! here’s a REAL mad scientist <33 i’m on the fence between witch and a frankenstein-esque creature for kenjaku…… as a witch he’s even MORE horrific than shoko. has no morals whatsoever. might invite you over for a nice cup of tea and a chat, but you better not bore him <3 he’s sick and twisted and i like him very much. but i think frankenstein is too fitting not to mention…. he’s both the doctor AND the monster and i think that’s so sexy of him. dr frankenstein was a coward and a bitch but kenjaku is nothing like him!!! he experiments on himself dr jekyll style as he should.

toji fushiguro

werewolf. enough said. he rips people apart w his teeth and looks good doing it!!

nobara kugisaki

dragon!!!! idk why but. my brain tells me it’s the only good choice and i believe it. she’s a dragon girl!!! fiery and wild and brutal. curious and greedy. sleeps on a pile of gold <333 she’s just so cool and fun and i love her so bad…… has a big ol toothy grin and sharp horns and breathes fire………. kidnaps princesses but only to save them from bad situations bc she’s a #feminist and she treats them so well :((( i can imagine a fairy tale au where everyone talks about the cruel dragon who’s been terrorizing villages and castles….. meanwhile the dragon in question is having a tea party w her favorite princesses <333 she’s so cute!!

megumi fushiguro

like father like son <333 by which i mean i can’t pick between werewolf and vampire. i think he’s probably a hybrid? werewolf by nature, vampire by choice?? idkidk i just think it’d be neat if it tied into his backstory and character…. his choice to leave the zenin clan behind and find his own family…. and either option just makes sense. he’s a stoic, pretty vampire but also a wild werewolf…. probably still a polite boy at heart though. doesn’t even bite!!!

mai zenin

MY LOVEEE MY LIGHTTTTT mai is a siren. that’s all. i don’t even need to explain it just makes too much sense??? her beauty and her connection to the sea….. yeah. she’s 100% a lesbian btw that’s canon to me <33 lures men in with her looks and voice so she can drown them but spares the women. she’s that kinda siren (the best one imo!!)… aughhh i just think she has the loveliest silkiest voice and the most beautiful scales :((( sunbathes on rocks…. flashes her sharp teeth at whoever interrupts her……. yeah.

fumihiko takaba

my silly little guy <333 tbh i think takaba is some kind of alien lmao BUT i’m still gna go with ghost :3 a special priviliege from me to him. i also just think it fits him so well…. he’s a funny ghost. but also a sad ghost. contrary to geto he’s completely harmless, just…. can’t seem to let go of his regrets. haunts comedy stages because he misses performing so bad :((( he just wants someone to talk to!!! likes playing pranks on people but they’re always very silly, not dangerous at all. if you ever slip on a banana peel you’re sure wasn’t there just a second ago, it’s probably takaba’s fault <3

[gothsuguru]

KAIRO MY BELOVED im breaking in again w cookies and flowers 🍪🍪💐💐 for u!! 

i was gonna thank u for ur rb in the replies but my comment got too long 😭😭 U ALWAYS SAY THE SWEETEST THINGS I JUST WANT TO THANK U PROPERY…. 💔💔 but also!! while im here!!! tysm for ur tags on the gojo fics 🥺🥺 i dont want this to get too long phshdjs it will but i appreciate literally every single one of ur words & i always agree w ur stsg takes u just Get them…  im especially happy that u enjoyed the poly fic hehe u & satoru are suguru’s babies so true!! he loves u soo much <33 told me to give u a kiss on the forehead from him <333

anyway THANK YOU SO MUCH <33 for ur tags on the sugu fic everytime i see u in my notifs i giggle and kick my feet genuinely. IM SO GLAD THE SUMMER VIBE HIT …. i listened to uncomfortable while reading ur tags what a banger AND IM SOOO HAPPY U LIKED DRUNK!SUGU he’s so special to me…. ”papabear turned babybear” NO EXACTLY u always get it…. AND WAHHH U NOTICED THE 3S????? ur so observant and thoughtful im so touched 😭😭😭 it always feels like you’re a scientist and my fics are lil fish that you’re dissecting under a microscope lmao IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY <3333 i cant tell u how overjoyed i am that the ending hit too!!! seriously!!! i was a lil worried that i made it too sappy so that felt so reassuring 🥺🥺

in conclusion TYSM FOR BLESSING ME W UR THOUGHTS mwah mwah MWAH i hope u have a lovely day kairo!! pls invite me to the wedding when u marry sugu <333 ill bring u gifts!!

ARI PLEASEEEEEEE WHY ARE YOU THE MOST SWEETEST PRECIOUS ADORABLE PERSON ON THE PLANET I’M IN TEARS 🥹🩷 the way you always connect w people & be so kind to them… sniffles just know I Would Die For You <3 & THE GOJO FICS & POLY!SATOSUGU FIC LITERALLLLLLLLY REWIRED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY……… literally felt like i was IN the stories it was insane in the best way possible 😭 A SMOOCH FROM SUGU YOU SAY??? a kiss from a bad bitch like him is literally all i want in life thank you legend

AHHHHHHH LISTENNNNNNN THE DRUNK!SUGU FIC WAS SO FUCKING SWEET LIKENDNDDNND literally had ME giggling twirling my hair kicking my feet etc……… & YOU LISTENED TO THE SONG??? 🥹 uncomfortable is one of my favs and it always gave me evening summer vibes so when i listened to it while reading your fic… oh it just hit SO good <3 seeing sugu’s soft sensitive side was so precious 2 me i feel like i don’t often see that in fics and WHEW you did it so well <333

AND THE THREES I’M SO FOND OF THE THREES!!!!! omfg not me in my kenjaku shoko dissection era……… methinks kenjaku & shoko would love to dissect your brain (massive compliment) bc the way you think of & write your stories…… oh just DELICIOUS. & YES THE ENDING WAS PERFECTTTTTTTT!!!!!! literally the perfect amt of sap it actually felt really cozy :’)

ALSO THANK YOU SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH FOR YOUR TAGS ON THAT LIL TEASER SNIPPET IT LITERALLY MADE ME SO :’) as i was writing it i was like damn this shit is choppy as hell smh BUT I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE SERPENT FANGS & REMORSE DISCERNING WHERE TO RESIDE HEHEHEHE <3 your tags made me feel so much better so thank you again :’)

THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US W YOUR FICS LIKE OMFG??? JUST BANGERS EVERYTIME HOW DO YOU DO IT??? i get so excited whenever you come out w a new story it’s like christmas morning fr <3 AND OFMFMDMD TRUST that you’re invited to mine & sugu’s wedding <333 you can bring shoko as your plus one <3 I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER I HOPE IT’S AS WONDERFUL AS YOU ARE :’) MWAH MWAH MWAH <3

[gyuuberryy]

ROYALLY YOURS

a collection of royal!enha hyung line aus

this is for my 1k followers special event! thank you so much to all of you for your gracious support <333

disclaimer: the following works will contain suggestive content, so read at your own discretion!

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pairing: prince!heeseung x princess!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, arranged marriage au

synopsis: you and prince heeseung have been rivals for as long as you can remember. what began as childhood clashes has grown into a deep-seated animosity over the years. but when your sister runs away on her wedding day, you're forced to take her place and marry heeseung—the last person you ever wanted to call your husband.

now bound in an unwanted marriage, you’re faced with navigating the tension between your unresolved hatred and an unexpected attraction. as palace intrigue and looming threats surround you both, you must confront the truth of your feelings. will the bitterness between you tear you apart, or will it ignite something far more powerful?

word count: 11.5k

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pairing: art tutor!jay x princess!reader

genre: strangers to lovers, forbidden relationship

synopsis: as a princess exploring her artistic passions, you’re drawn to jay, your mesmerising art teacher whose lessons stir more than just creativity. what begins as a quest to master your craft quickly becomes a whirlwind of tension and forbidden desire. with every brushstroke and shared moment, the line between teacher and lover blurs. but when societal barriers and personal doubts threaten your connection, will you both find a way to embrace a future together, or will your love remain a beautiful but fleeting masterpiece?

word count: 11.1k

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pairing: prince!jake x pirate!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, adventure

synopsis: when prince jake’s wild behaviour leads to his capture by you, a daring pirate, you think it's just another ransom job. but as jake discovers the excitement of life at sea, your initial plans start to unravel. amidst adventure and unexpected feelings, both of you must navigate a complex web of desires and duties, ultimately facing a choice that could transform your lives forever.

word count: 20k

release date: 25th september 2024

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pairing: tailor!sunghoon x reader

genre: friends to lovers, both are fools in love

synopsis: sunghoon, a talented designer, has always harboured feelings for his longtime friend, you. when he invites you to be his muse, the sessions are charged with a tension that neither of you can ignore. as sunghoon’s compliments and intimate moments reveal deeper feelings, a surprising twist shakes your world. with your engagement to someone else looming and sunghoon grappling with his emotions, both of you face a turning point that will challenge everything you thought you knew about love and friendship.

word count: tbc

release date: 28th september 2024

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[prentissluvr]

hear me out on this one…

farmhand! sammy x ranch(or farm) owner’s kid! reader…

could be daughter or son but i wanted it to be as gender neutral as possible!!! this would obviously be set back in the old times (im thinking somewhere between the 50’s-60’s)

sam and his brother would be looking for work and find out that your father, who owns a big ranch, is looking for workers to do different tasks around the farm. this includes milking cows, feeding the animals, collecting produce and fixing fences etc

obviously, they would go to your father and what do they know! they start work a week later and get their own small cabin on your fathers ranch for easy access!!

this would lead to you meeting your dads latest and newest workers, both of them making a good impression when you first meet, but sammy would take an immediate liking to u, and vice versa. he’d do things to get u to notice him! like building things in the patch of grass in front of your window (don’t ask how he knows that it’s your window..), or or!! walking the sheep back to the farm and going the long way just because that means he’d run into you on his way back because that’s where the gazebo you sit at to read is located!

i’m gonna skip the details of how u got together, but i can see that readers father would be a little put off considering sam is one of his workers, but once he sees how happy he makes his kid, he’s in for it! best believe you’re getting the best wedding in town! on your own ranch!!

afterwards, sam and dean move in to the big house! they’d still do work, obviously, considering that’s how they get their money

IM A GENIUS

- 🧺

OKAY OKAY YESSS LITERAL FACTS YOU ARE A GENIUS MY FRIEND !!! i loveeeee this idea so much you don't even know LIKE

ugh sammy in his little overall working the fields HAHA SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE. he's just like. the most polite young gentleman in the whole wide world. he's so so respectful and kind and sweet, always going above and beyond with his work.

AND I'M SCREAMINGGGG i just love love loveee the idea of him doing things to get your attention and he thinks he's being subtle BUT HE'S NOTTT LOLOL he's slightly awkward, but it's completely endearing and you barely notice it due to how sweet he's being all the time. anyways but you notice him going out of his way to get your attention or to be near you and you welcome it. you'll invite him to town with you or ask him to come along when you shop with the excuse that you'll need someone extra to help bring everything home. every time you initiate something with him, he's so so giddy like a puppy wagging its tail!

eventually, you stop seeking out his company with any sort of excuse, and you'll spend any rare workless afternoon exploring the nearby woods or watching the clouds from the wildflower meadow just down the road. you eat with him on his lunch breaks and bring him fresh bread and lemonade from the kitchen.

ugh ranch wedding I LOVE IT!! also also also we can insert ellen and jo who run the town's best bar!! and we get a side dean and jo love story hehe <333

UGH I LOVE THIS BESTIE I REPEAT, YOU REALLY ARE A GENIUS <33

[natashxromanovf]

angst fic with dialogue prompt 20. wanda or natasha x reader (pronouns she/her) where the reader fell completely and utterly in love with her but she loves someone else can the reader scarifies themselves or like maybe wanda and vision or natasha and bucky are getting married and the reader is the maid or honour or something and tony is like best friend of reader who says that line maybe? thanks a lot agent taja <333

The Wedding Day

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

word count: 851

warnings: mentions of passing out, A N G S T

A/N: i’m gonna die, zoya, i swear to god. you’re breaking mine, yours, and everyone else’s heart with this request. i just hope i did it justice.

So this is it. This is the end. Natasha and Bucky are getting married this weekend, and you just got an official invitation to the wedding. She wants you to be her maid of honor too. God, how did it get this far? How could you be so stupid to fall in love with her, when you knew she would never be yours from the start. And how come you never told her? You knew it would be awkward in all the different ways but at least she’d known. You wouldn’t have to pretend like you’re happy for the two of them, like everything’s okay. Of course, you are happy for them, she’s your best friend, all you ever wanted for her was that she’s happy. And Bucky’s been through so much, you couldn’t have been happier to know he found someone who’s right for him. But it still hurts, it hurts so badly to see her kissing someone else, calling someone else hers.

~

“God, I can’t believe this is happening!” Natasha exclaims as she pops down on the sofa, dressed in her wedding dress, waiting for the stylist to come and do her hair. It’s currently the day of the wedding, the two of you sitting in the dressing area, talking about everything and anything. The main theme of the conversation is obviously the wedding but you’ve tried to avoid that for as long as you could - until you couldn’t.

“Yeah, I know. We were still kids yesterday, where did the years go?” you rhetorically ask, a comforting smile printed on her face.

“Yeah,” she mutters, starting to get lost in her head. You just let her do that because a comfortable silence is way better than talking about it.

A knock on the door disturbs the peace, a head peeking through a couple of seconds later. It’s the stylist Natasha hired, all the hair supplies in the bag she’s holding.

“Hi! I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she nicely grins, you sleepily getting up from the couch.

“No, not at all. Please, have at it, we’ve been waiting for you. I’ll go now, okay Tasha? I’ll see you out there,” you say as you walk to the exit, earning a nod from the woman.

“Bye,” she greets, waving goodbye, then dedicating her whole attention to the stylist. You calmly exit, releasing a deep breath you didn’t even know you were holding once you’re in the hall.

~

“Do you, Natalia Alianovna Romanova, take James Buchanan Barnes for your husband?” asks the priest, a sweet smile on his face. He must have seen a lot of weddings in his life, you think to yourself. You’re standing beside Natasha, just like a maid of honor should - a million thoughts are running through your head, not being able to stop them and everything is becoming overwhelming with each second passing…

“Just breathe, Y/N, breathe sweetie,” Wanda whispers into your ear, noticing how your breathing has become more rapid. You close your eyes for a moment, toning everything and everyone around you out, focusing on getting your heartbeat down before you pass out and ruin the wedding.

“Thank you,” you reply once you succeed at your task, Wanda quickly gripping your hand reassuringly. It’s when she touches you does she accidentally read your mind - she still doesn’t have full control over her powers, she’s fairly new to that; she’s getting closer but still slips sometimes. Of course, it had to be right at this moment, right when a hundred and one thoughts are racing through your head.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she immediately apologizes but it’s too late. She saw it all, all the emotions, all the feelings you’re holding for the bride. All the sleepless nights you spent thinking of her and all the days you wished she was yours. “God, Y/N, why haven’t you told me? I wish I could do something. Maybe we should just… run out of here and go to McDonald’s or something! We can… we can totally crash this wedding and bail!” she whisper-yells, earning a chuckle from you.

“Thank you, but… it’s okay, really. I mean yes, is it painful to watch them? Yes. But am I also happy they found each other? Yes,” you finish, your attention switching to the couple.

“You still love her, don’t you?” Wanda quietly asks, so quietly you almost overhear the question.

“Of course I do, I don’t think I’ll ever stop. I mean, she was my first love and you know you never forget your first,” you state, not really showing any reaction but burning on the inside.

“I do. I just want you to be happy,”

“I am happy, darling, I mean look at them. They’re perfect for each other, they couldn’t be happier and as cliche as it sounds, I’m just happy she’s happy. They both deserve the world, and as long as he can provide that, I’m happy,” you whisper, adorning their smiles as they both say “I do”, the whole hall standing up and clapping to the now officially married couple.

i hope you enjoyed this! please like, reblog and/or comment, it really helps writers with the motivation! <33

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[dnfrecs]

FAKE DATING AU RECS

The Name Of The Game [ kivy, 4/10, 17k+ ]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34575964/chapters/86067610

What do you do when you’re the school president, and you get half a dozen confessions a day that you really don’t want?

Even better, what do you do when your acquaintance/friend/slight-pain-in-your-ass is treated like a complete outcast by the entire student body, and you know that he doesn’t deserve it?

That’s right! You fake-date each other!

...Wait.

In which School President Dream meets Local Menace George, discovers he isn’t what everyone says he is, laments over his troubles, and gets hit with the w̶o̶r̶s̶t̶ best idea of the 21st century: pretending to date.

It’s a way to deter all of Dream’s suitors so he can have peace of mind; it’s a way to show everyone that George isn’t as big and bad as they think; it’s the perfect solution to their problems.

And between the two of them, the probability of any real feelings developing is almost zero.

Almost.

; i just recently started reading this one and oh my god, it’s so amazing. george in this fic <33 george with messy hair my beloved. it’s already made it to my favourites list and it’s not complete. definitely worth a read ^_^

so far in running [ myicedcoffee, 8/8, 35k+ ]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28852386/chapters/70773375

"I bet you a month’s worth of compsci homework and a muffin that you can’t make it through all two weeks of winter break without breaking and telling your mum the truth.'

That's probably the stupidest thing Dream had ever heard come out of George’s mouth, and that was saying a lot, but saying no to George had proven to be an unnecessarily hard thing to do.

So, of course, Dream finds himself looking George dead in the face yet again, holding his hand out to shake on it.

'Deal,' he grumbles, but he can feel the grin tugging on his face, and he knows George can see it too.

or,

Chocolate chip muffins, a bet, and a fake relationship. What could go wrong?

; this one made me want to scream into my pillow a multitude of times. the writing is absolutely exquisite and i overall want to recommend this 20 times

a brief inquiry into (real) relationships [ quartzfia, 12/12, 43k+ ]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31978081/chapters/79202398

Will you be bringing a plus one? List name if applicable.

Smaller font was below the question, although, Dream didn’t have the mental capacity after just waking up to read the fine print.

Without another thought, he filled in “George Davidson” in black ink

Or, Dream's misreads an invite to a wedding, and now has to fake a relationship with the boy he's fallen head over heels for.

; the absolute emotion i felt reading this was too immense to process. the author is incredibly talented and the fic is so <333

Hold My Hand A Little Longer [ galacticlyss, 1/1, 7k+ ]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29623380

The bench - his bench - was occupied. All Dream could see of the young man was the top of his head, which was covered by a black beanie, tufts of dark brown hair sticking out from the front of the knit hat. His face was hidden in his hands, and his knees were tucked against his chest. Dream should have been able to pick up on the blatant cues: This person is sad. This person is using the sulking bench to sulk. But when all Dream wanted was to sit down and try and figure out a way to address his predicament, social cues didn’t matter. “Hey.” He said, his voice monotonous. “You’re-” Dream’s sentence stopped abruptly when the man looked up at him, his face appearing out from behind his hands. His eyes were red and watery, his high and defined cheekbones dotted a blotchy pink from what appeared to be dried tear tracks. “You’re crying.”

aka the one where socially awkward, shy dream wraps himself up in a lie about having a boyfriend and is now expected to go on a double date with the aforementioned (nonexistent) boyfriend. he's at a loss for what to do until he sees someone sit on his special bench at the movie theater. now if dream can play his cards right, he'll have a (fake) date

; can you tell fake dating au’s are my weakness yet,, i bet you can. this was just so <333 hdhsnejs

[dreamwritesimagines]

IT’S 12K WORD WEDDING DAY CHAPTER WHOOP WHOOP. this is going to be a rideeee–– “Oh I know. I already have a list.” of course she does ksksks she has a list for everything. “Mm, I think Anthony will keep you quite distracted, you won’t have the time to miss me.” the queen always speaking FACTS. “I can’t say anything without crying I fear.” AWW LUCIE!!

not Elias already having an escape plan ready sksksks “You’re family. I will always be here for you, Chérie.” AWWWW ELIASSSS. this chapter is just all tears isn’t it. and a whole lot of it. “Father.” // “My dearest, you look so beautiful.”  AAAAWWWW <3333 stop this is so sweet. i wish Cassie was here :// i’m sure she’s looking down on them smiling and crying tho <3 “I’ll just tell Anthony you changed your mind and you don’t wish to marry him anymore.” this man is evil LMAO. “But you don’t have to bring him to dinners, you know? Feel free not to.” ASALKSLASKSLK Percy you can’t hate the man forever. “But I just wanted to say that I think she would be proud of you.” STOOPPP. god Cherie is so so lucky that mascara wasn’t invented yet bc the make up would’ve been ruined by now. “She never stopped loving you after all.” CAN U NOT JUST !!! MY HEART!!! “Don’t worry mom,” you whispered. “I will be so happy with him.” oh pls i’m <333

THAT LOOK SHE SAID. ANTHONY IS ABOUT TO CRRYYYYY. STOP. HE CAN’T TAKE HIS EYES OFF OF HER UGH MY HEART!!! Elias can’t hold his tears to stop everyone is just crying and emotional i love it. “Anthony reached inside his jacket to pull out his handkerchief, then handed it to him without so much as looking at him.” STOP THIS IS PEAK CHAOTIC BEST FRIEND BEHAVIOR I LOVE IT SO MUCH BWAHAHAHA  “Elias,” you whispered to his ear. “I love you, but I will make you suffer if you make my wedding about you.” AND THIS RIGHT HERE IS PEAK SIBLING BEHAVIOR AKALSKASLKA this is amazing. i love it. i’m just yelling bc just so many EMOTIONS.

“Viscountess Bridgerton.” YEAH RIGHT SHE IS <3 omg....i totally forgot Pringles was invited. Anthony is about to have a Jealous Husband Moment™️ isn’t he. well, at least he apologized, i guess lmao. oh pls is he really in love with her or just the idea of her? anyway, IT’S TIME FOR THE TALK™️ “My dear, consummation of your marriage is not a test of the sort. You do not need a list.” i love her ksksksk i wonder what was on that paper tho lmao. “I can’t believe Cassie did this to me.” LMAAAAO. that’s so so true omg. “Anthony has a key, and you have a lock” I’M GOING TO BWAHAHAHAHA THAT;S TOO FUNNY HELP. NOT THE LOCK AND KEY COMPARISON the image that painted in my head i can’t sksksks. CERTAIN !!! FLUID !!! OH NO STOP ALSKALKSLAK of course she’s worried about what she will wear lmao. dear god....she’s being so stubborn like. surely she’d at least hear them out bc they’ve been there before !!! “He will be without his clothes on as well,” she said and that was enough to make you stop talking. LMAAAAO CHERIE YOUR HARLOTNESS™️ IS SHOWING. i love it sksksksk. okay, okay i know this was the norm back then and it was typical for ladies to not have any idea considering sex but the fact that she keeps correcting them and saying they’re wrong when Cece and Aunt Lavinia combined have more experience than her i’m just alskalkssk she’s so stubborn like LISTEN. just listen and everything will make sense Cherie alskalsksk

“But having you is not something that is owed to him. It’s not a right but a privilege. You can always say no when you don’t wish to commit the act and you can always stop him no matter what, do you understand?” THANK YOU AUNTY L!! ah i’m so so sooo happy she said that. although i doubt Anthony would do anything of the sort either. like i’m sure he won’t make her do something she won’t want to do. “In the carriage? That’s impossible.” well...it’s more likely than u think. also help Aunty L are u speaking from experience here??? asklalslaksa “You still found it hard to believe that Anthony wanted to perform that act with you, seeing that he hadn’t even given you a hint of it” this is so funny bc he has ksksksk So. Many. Times. the Sex Eyes™️ have been so obvious she just didn’t notice it alskalsk. “Surely you would’ve been able to tell if Anthony desired such a thing.” YOU DID. HIS POCKET FEW CHAPTERS AGO SKSKSK ASK HIS POCKET. or should i say.....his key? ALKSALKS oh gosh she’s so head strong on not believing Anthony wants this. this is too funny borderline concerning. and she’s thinking that Anthony would only want to do it sometimes in a few months......oh boy you’re in for a SURPRISE Cherie. its more or less....idk thrice a day?? LMAO the whole conversation was so so funny but also the cringe fest but talking about sex in that manner kinda is awkward especially when FAMILY so sksks

“Hello my beautiful wife.” AAAAAAAAAAAH <3 he’s going to call her that every frickin chance he gets. ahh their wager <3 how far they’ve come. “Your wedding gift.” EEEEK. i can’t wait for her reaction once she sees it. To the victor I yield. of course u do. you’re down baaaaaaaaaad. “I’m good with inappropriate.” yeah, you’re The King of Harlotness™️ we didn’t expect any less from u. i mean jeeez, where are those hands going Anthony huh?? he’s getting eagerrrr. “I…I insist on a proper room and a proper bed.” this is too funny and Anthony is enjoying her cluelessness way too much but also so so glad that she’s learning to set boundaries AND Anthony is respecting that. not that i doubted him in that department either. “So the stabbing incident?” // “There was no stabbing, it was poison—” ksksks Anthony just knows her so well by now that it’s so easy for him to get her talking. “And our first act as a married couple is having a quarrel, how surprising.” it’s your thing <33 i mean the first time you conversed you argued so.

Elias what r u skskskalkslaks “A scandal, that’s what this is.” this is too funny. Elias is the biggest cockblocker of the century and Anthony is sooooo done with him. “Will be there in a moment darling.” hmm...he needs to take care of his pocket first LMAAAAAAOOO. “Feel free to stay here and think about your actions.” oh that will NOT help with his Pocket Problem™️ or should i start calling it a key problem now? alskalskkls

“your father had pulled Anthony aside” huh i wonder what they talked about. but omg this whole goodbye thing is just the sweetest thing like everyone is just so so close to tears and aahh i mean: “And thank you Cece. For everything you’ve done, for…making this possible. I’m so proud to have the privilege of calling you my best friend.” and “But he is one of the greatest men I’ve ever known, and he makes you happy, and it’s very clear that you make him incredibly happy.” MY HEART IS SO SO FULL AND HAPPY <;3 “Welcome to the family officially, you prick.” // “Funny, I was going to tell you the same thing.” Anthonias™️ are officially brothers nowwww yay <3

“We have a lifetime for that my love.” UGH <3 YES U DO <3 omg yay we’re at Aubrey hall <3 now what’s Mrs Weston’s deal?? omg she’s just running around the whole place lmao. the staff are probably looking at her so weirdly. “No my lord, there’s another issue.” // “Jesus Christ.” can people let this man have his Honeymoon Whority™️ already sksks 

oooooh we’re taking it upstairssss noowww. “He is a reformed rake, my lady. I’d say he is very well practiced on the act.” oh no....i mean, i’m sure Anthony will ease out her worries immediately. but i do get her nerves tho ssksk and i’m sure her not knowing any better isn’t helping. NOT HER ASKING LUCIE TO STAY LASKLAKSLAKS THAT’S NOT GOING TO WORK. “If it puts your heart at ease, I doubt he will hear anything you say while you look like this.” oh she right right. Anthony’s going to use his mouth in....other ways so no conversations to be had here LMAO. It was his room after all, maybe he didn’t want you to sit on the bed. ....well, he’s going to want you on his bed in more ways than just sitting soooooo. AAAAAAH HE’S AT THE DOOR why am i nervous all of a sudden lmao. jeez No Breaks Anthony just full steam ahead choo choo slaksalks the way he just kissed her without a word. told you he was going to use his mouth in other ways alksalksakss.

“I was too—my love, nothing you don’t want will take place now or ever. You do know that, right?” oh pls we love to see it!!! consent is sexy!!! also, my heart is melting how he immediately pulled away when he thought she was scared like aaah. i’m sure he was so so worried for a second when he saw her shaking. “How could I ever compare you to someone? You’re the love of my life.” AAAAAAAAH MY HEART <3 OOF OOF it’s happening!! Alexa, play Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye !!!!!

And just like that, the rest of the world disappeared. sigh <3 congrats to the newly wedded couple and enjoy your Honeymoon Whority™️ <3 but no, this was just so so sweet and amazing. like i love how you captured the sweet moments and chaos that a wedding ensues bc this was absolutely the sweetest and softest thing but also THE most chaotic wedding aslkalsk. i mean it’s one of the most dramatic families in the ton so i don’t doubt it would be. i know we’re prolly close to wrapping this up but i can’t wait to see them as a wedded couple <3 it would just be the sweetest. but also, probably some arguments here and there? bc marriage isn’t all bliss, after all. i mean nothing too hurtful but ksksks. anyways! loved this!! amazing as always <3

– TM Anon™️

Omg loveeee hi! ❤ I’m already smiliiiiing! 😂❤

Lolll oh Cherie totally prepares a list for everything! 😂 And Cecily was so sure that Cherie wouldn’t even think about her existence for the whole honeymoon😂

Up until the last second Elias kept offering her a way out in case she changed her mind 😂 And when he got to Bridgerton house, he made sure to inform Anthony about it😂

Lolll yesssss, it’s a good thing mascara wasn’t invented 😂 She cried like 6 times that day from the morning until the afternoon, her whole make up would be gone 😂

I do think that Cherie believes her mom can see her ❤

PEAK CHAOTIC BEST FRIEND AND SIBLING BEHAVIOR YES! 😂 Cherie literally paused her wedding to go hug and kinda threaten Elias 😂 And Anthony was probably smiling❤

PRINGLES?!

PRINGLES- OMG this is hilarious 😂😂😂

He’s definitely in love with the idea of her, he fell in love with her AFTER she turned him down 😁

The list, the liiiiist!

I feel like Cherie tried to cover everything in that list, and there was definitely a question about what she would wear, which she made sure to ask 😂 And there was also another question about what she should talk about 😂

CHERIE YOUR HARLOTNESS™ IS SHOWING. LOLLL she was all trying to argue with them and the moment she heard he would be without his clothes on, her mind basically stopped working 😂

She is so stubborn and alllllways refuses to listen 😂

Yessss exactly! I think it was very important for Aunt Lavinia that Cherie understood she could say no whenever she wanted, or she could stop him whenever she wanted! ❤ Anthony would never do anything she didn’t want, but it was important that she knew that too❤

She’s definitely speaking from experience, I feel like Aunt Lavinia and Uncle Duncan were so in love and were quite the wild couple back in the day 😂

HIS POCKET FEW CHAPTERS AGO SKSKSK ASK HIS POCKET. or should i say.....his key? I AM DYING AT THIS😂

oh boy you’re in for a SURPRISE Cherie. Oh she really is 😂😏 The next chapter will be very fun❤😏

He still can’t believe that they’re married! ❤

The King of Harlotness™ THIS IS SUCH A GOOD DESCRIPTION😂

Yesssss they do argue a lot! 😂

Anthony was so ready for everyone to leave but especially for Elias to leave 😂

“your father had pulled Anthony aside” huh i wonder what they talked about. Percy was threatening warning him not to break Cherie’s heart 😂

Anthonias™ are officially brothers nowwww yay <3 THEY ARE and that will be chaotic for sure! 😂

Mrs Weston didn’t like her at all 😏

Lollll Lucie was like “I AM NOT STAYING” 😂 Tbh I think she totally knew Cherie had nothing to worry about 😂

jeez No Breaks Anthony just full steam ahead choo choo LOLLL OMG THIS IS SO GOOD😂

Oh yeah, Anthony wouldn’t do anything if he thought Cherie was scared, or that she didn’t want it ❤

Honeymoon Whority™ Oh that honeymoon…. I’m so excited for the next chapter! ❤

i can’t wait to see them as a wedded couple <3 it would just be the sweetest. but also, probably some arguments here and there? bc marriage isn’t all bliss, after all. i mean nothing too hurtful but ksksks. YESSS! We will definitely see how they will be as a married couple, I have a lot of plans for them and their marriage ❤

Honeyyyy you’ve made me so happy, thank you so much! ❤ You’re amazing! ❤

[todoscript]

lilies & lilacs pt. i

SUMMARY: A dilemma with his grand charity gala brings Todoroki Shouto, CEO of Todoroki Enterprises, at your humble flower shop’s doorstep.

pairing: ceo!todoroki shouto x florist!reader

genre: eventual smut. fluff. slow burn. no quirks au.

word count: 5.6k+

warnings: none in this part, but expect sexual content in the future.

author’s note: this has been rotting in my wips for a couple of months now, but i finally decided to post it with the decision of progressing the story into parts. thank you to the lovely rosie aka @shoutogepi for initially betareading this and keeping the hype up for the fic in our chats together (love you <333)! feedback is welcomed and before you ask, im opening a taglist for the next 2 parts so just ask if you wish to be included

lilies & lilacs is copyright 2020 todoscript, all rights reserved. i do not allow my creations to be published or translated anywhere else.

The uneasy padding of her boss’ dress shoes across the floor of his office made the secretary restless. She knew the bad news she delivered would cause some displeasure to stir within him, but never would she expect his tough bearings to falter, his troubles conveyed in hasty steps and frayed skin skewing those handsome features.

During the past two years she’s worked for him, she always thought his expression was nearly unreadable. When it came to his high position, her boss was forward and direct at conducting business—calm, stoic, and a perfect representation of efficiency and strong work ethic in his field. So while she witnessed the man’s uncharacteristic distress before her eyes, she wasn’t sure how this could end well for her.

Sweat began beading her forehead at the tension creeping between each tap of his feet against the hardwood below, coming to an unnerving halt behind his desk. When her eyes found his, all she could gather in those gray and turquoise clouds was annoyance toward their current predicament.

“What do you mean we don’t have a florist booked yet?” he repeated the dilemma she relayed to him merely moments ago. Hearing the agitation in his voice caused a nervous gulp to drop in her throat. She clutched her clipboard firmly in her arms to keep herself anchored in the wake of her boss’ growing frustration. However, she was still unsure how to continue as the words remained sealed in her mouth.

“Well?” Noticing his secretary’s lack of response, he pushed forward, hands leaning against the edge of his mahogany desk. The woman urged herself to endure the obstacles by first breathing through her nose before swallowing the lump in her throat, responding quickly.

“Um, Mr. Todoroki, sir, it seems all the florists on our list have all been booked for other events for the rest of the month,” she said, but mentally scolded herself when she heard herself sputter in such an unprofessional manner. Despite that, she prayed the explanation was enough to sate even a fraction of her boss’ inner turmoil.

Shouto approached her answer with silence before that foreseeable sigh left his lips, spilling with exasperation. He turned, his back facing the secretary, gaze lined to the windows gracing him with sunlight behind his desk. Stuck in contemplation, he pinched the bridge of his nose, mouth pursed in a firm line.

Where am I going to find a florist in time for this damn charity gala? He internally griped, closing his eyes as if that would help him uncover the solution to this untimely mess.

His esteemed company, Todoroki Enterprises, had arranged a plan to hold a widely anticipated charity gala by the end of this month. The event was conducted to raise funds for all manners of different charities that would vary in the level of grandeur on display. And given that the organizing for the event would be under his very name, Shouto had the critical responsibility of ensuring nothing but peak quality to those that would attend.

His staff had long procured the venue and were managing the layout of the gala. They sought out some suitable entertainment, booked catering, and scheduled for the charity auctions and raffles to take place throughout the night. What was still needed were the decorations, and right now that was where they hit their deadend with no florist currently reserved.

And here’s the real kicker: the gala was two weeks away.

Two. Weeks.

How he allowed for such errors to occur was beyond him at this point. All that really mattered was that he found a way to correct those mistakes and fast.

As much as Shouto figured he could skip past the flowers and substitute them with some other kind of flashy decorations, he already had a clear idea of how he wanted the gala to look. The floral arrangements would compliment the theme of the event exceedingly well. Turning back on the plan would be an insult to everyone’s prepared attire for the evening, with the dress code already sent out to all the distinguished guests invited to this grandiose ball. No doubt in his mind, he needed that florist, and needed them stat.

Sure on his resolution, he finally shifted to face his secretary. The anxious expression plastered on her face greeted him, and at that, Shouto bit his lip. His guilt surfaced for allowing his emotions to affect his workspace. He knew better than to take out his frivolous thoughts on his staff, who very well had no control over the situation. So he eased the atmosphere, attempting to lift the tension surrounding his office in the dreary gray of his temper.

“Nishiyama, I’m sorry for my behavior just now,” he apologized. The secretary, in turn, was taken aback, eyes widened. Her anxiety slowly whittled away as she scampered to return his kind gesture.

“Oh no, sir, it’s fine! I’m sure you were just feeling stressed hearing the news. I surely would be if I were in your shoes.”

“No, it’s not. I was acting childish despite how much you and everyone have done so far for the event,” Shouto said, “I should be thankful for your time, considering you also have a family to take care of at home.”

While the woman stared at him, abashed by his sincerity, Shouto swiveled his chair around to take a seat. A much-needed seat to be entirely honest. His secretary was not kidding about how the bad news seemed to harrow some stress in his body. But, being accustomed to having this weight pushed on his shoulders from the very moment he was announced the head of the company many years ago, he more than anticipated the stress to come with the job.

Shouto spared his secretary one last glance before his eyes darted down between the important papers sprawled on his desk. “If that’s all the news we needed to address today then you’re dismissed, Nishiyama. Carry on with the rest of the organizing as planned,” he ordered. Nishiyama lowered her clipboard to her hip.

“R-Right. Thank you, sir.” She parted his presence with a curt bow. Shouto picked up on her heels clicking toward his office door until they suddenly stopped altogether, looking back at the man midway. “What about the florist, sir?” she asked, concerned at the unresolved predicament lingering in the air. Her question wasn’t met with an immediate reply, but Shouto eventually gave her an answer he deemed adequate of a response. His words were coated with as much reassurance as he could muster in this situation.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it myself.”

.

.

The task was easier said than done.

Usually, when it came to booking a florist for special occasions like this, you’d want to contact them months ahead of the scheduled date to ensure maximum efficiency and work out any problems that should arise. But there were only two weeks left until the awaited charity gala.

Shouto was certainly pushing his luck at this point and to a dangerous degree. If he didn’t find someone to arrange the flowers for the ball soon, the venue might be absent of all life and mood, essentially flopping from missing such a key element. Shouto could not allow for that to happen.

Given his word, he took it in his hands to rectify this mistake. For the entirety of the day, he sifted through the aforementioned list of florists his secretary had provided him—extended thanks to his team’s desperate search for more options.

All he had to do was narrow down the lineup. Unfortunately, those efforts may as well have been all for naught.

“Hello, is this Himawari’s Garden? I’d like to speak with the head florist there about arranging the flowers for a gala my company has been planning—”

“I’m terribly sorry, sir, but we’re currently busy preparing for a big wedding coming up next week. If you’d like, I can try and book our services for you toward the next month or so when we’ll be available?”

Shouto’s brows tightened during the exchange—a gesture he’d been repeating as of late while he dwindled the line of florists. If he kept it up, those wrinkles might be embedded into his skin permanently. He was at least grateful he managed to thwart the heavy breath of air that threatened to leave his lips and reveal his frustration to the woman on the phone.

“No, that’s fine. Thank you for your time.” With that, he hung up.

Shouto leaned back in his seat in exasperation, his weight pressed into the cushions as his eyes situated themselves toward the ceiling. The consistent taps of his fingers on his mahogany desk were all he heard amidst his deep contemplation. His eyes lidded shut in an attempt to seek a moment of refuge from the stress, but his conscience began eating at him.

Of course, what was he thinking? The beginnings of spring to late autumns were the mark of wedding season—the time where florists and other businesses specializing in decorative arrangements thrived and busied themselves with eager clients. Not only that, but it was also the month of June. The sixth month of the year was undoubtedly the most popular month among couples to hold their weddings, and he had witnessed this fact firsthand through his myriad of fruitless phone calls.

Shouto had thoroughly wrung through his rope and teetered on the edge of complete defeat. He sealed down his most recent loss at the hand of another busy floral business by striking a line across Himawari’s Garden on his list. At that, the total tallied to thirty whole flower shops. Thirty unsuccessful attempts.

That sigh he contained during the phone call found its way out of his throat in dramatic waves of displeasure

“You alright, sir?”

His administrative assistant, Midoriya Izuku, heard his huffs when he entered the threshold of Shouto’s office. He noted his boss’ hunched posture and the rare crease crinkled between his nose bridge, pressed against his hands that were clenched together above his desk.

“I’m guessing the new list of florists was also a no-go?”

Shouto didn’t offer any words, instead sliding said list—now fully crossed out—toward his assistant as his reply. Craning his head for a better look, Midoriya feigned a smile, not wanting to let the man’s defeat consume the mood entirely.

“Well... I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised… Wedding season is upon us after all.”

Oh yes, Midoriya. Shouto knew that very well. So much so that he sunk further into his desk at the reminder, head practically drooped with a gloomy rain cloud hovering atop him. The green-haired assistant fervently shook his head back-and-forth upon realizing his remark had thrown salt into his wound. “Oh, I-I mean... Don’t worry, sir! I’m sure we’ll still be able to sort out this problem in time before the gala!” he sputtered to help alleviate the despair that crept in, but it came to no avail according to his boss’ silent sulky demeanor. That was when Midoriya remembered the two cups of hot coffee held in each of his hands.

“Ah, right, I made you some coffee! I figured you could use one considering you’ve been cooped up in your office all day.” Setting one in front of him, Shouto perked up at the nutty aroma that slowly slipped into his senses. He eyed the fresh cup of coffee tentatively, the steam flitting above it in wisps.

Lifting the cup, the rich smell wafted further into his nostrils, imbuing him with that familiar peace he usually reveled in. On any ordinary day, he’d be accompanied by his classic roasted blend perched on his desk, with no problems threatening to disturb his peaceful routine. Not anything like today. Not anything like this dilemma of a desperate time crunch for a florist.

Perhaps that was what he needed. A filter of caffeine to wash away the ordeal like it was a bad morning plaguing him with baggy under-eyes and fatigue from a previous day of hard work. Though he’s sure not even caffeine could erase the headaches he developed throughout his day so far. If anything, indulgence would just make those headaches worse.

Nonetheless, he welcomed the smooth blend of flavors that ebbed down his throat through modest sips, rejuvenation quickly oozing in his veins. Headaches or not, the stimulation from the caffeine was essential if he wanted to combat the rest of the day with some drive.

“Thanks, Midoriya. I needed that,” Shouto acknowledged. He nodded at his assistant, who rubbed the back of his head modestly, saying how it was no problem at all, but the way his boss suddenly got up from his seat interrupted his words.

Shouto already felt the strong coffee going to work as his steps picked up in long strides around his desk that had the assistant’s brows knitting together, confused. “Where are you going, sir?” Midoriya asked, his voice sounding more distant to Shouto, who continued his way past him and toward the door.

“A quick drive,” was the blatant answer he gave. He downed the last of the cup before tossing it in the trash bin near the exit of his office. “Something to clear my head a bit. I’ll be back soon, but until then, keep reaching out to any businesses that could potentially be available to help us.”

“Yes, of course, sir! You can count on me!” Midoriya was prompt in replying. As expected, being Shouto’s right-hand man at the company.

With that, Shouto took to the parking lot below his building, twirling his keys over his index finger before hopping into his Mercedes and driving off.

The withering sunlight cast its glare over his car during his ride through the city. By now, the skies splayed vibrant red as the sun gandered above the horizon. He drove down the narrow and busy streets that kept the place bustling at these hours. It was likely the time when people finished up their workday and were eager to arrive home for much-needed rest.

During a particularly long wait at a red traffic light, he pondered over his predicament again. His thumb rapped against the steering wheel while he bit his bottom lip, that ugly feeling of regret seeping into his thoughts.

Maybe he placed too much faith in these flowers after all. Sure, he mentioned the vital role they played in aligning with the theme and complimenting the guests’ attires. But was it worth all the trouble he put his team through, searching through a throng of businesses already busy with their own events to organize? In a way, this could’ve been sorted out had he recognized the current times and planned accordingly to avoid the mess. But now they were trapped in this bind, crunching for anyone that could help them within only fourteen short days.

Just as he weighed the idea of calling Midoriya over the bluetooth in his car to drop the floral arrangements altogether, something caught his eye at the last second.

Shouto peered through his window, squinting at the corner, where he spotted a cart of flowers in front of a shop of some sort. His grip tightened around the leather of his steering wheel as he leaned in for a better look. Some kind of spark in him roused his anticipation the more he shifted forward in his seat, like the hope that was slowly fading inside was igniting once again.

Another inch further and he attained a better look of the shop. Its sign came into view just below the small boundary of his window—letters brushed in calligraphy on a long board of canvas with lilies painted on the edges that seamed together into a bouquet.

N… Neigh… Neighborhood Lily.

He deciphered the words, but didn’t give them much thought. All that enveloped his mind afterward was the fact the name wasn’t any of the list of thirty shops he phoned today. So the very moment the light overhead flickered to green, Shouto’s hold on the wheel tightened. His foot gradually stepped on the pedal with much more purpose.

He decided to take a brief detour from this casual little drive of his.

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It was about six o’clock when you waved off your latest customer, who was leaving the shop with a basket of vibrant tulips swinging on their arm. The smile on their face was an adamant indication they were more than happy with their time here, something you always delighted in, being very passionate about your job as a florist.

“Thank you, and please come again!” The bell overhead gave a gracious chime at the customer’s departure.

With them gone, you drew your attention back to the flowers laid out on the small wooden table in the corner of the shop. Before the customer came in, you were at work arranging and crafting the blossoms you purchased from the flower market that morning into bouquets.

You’d be closing in about an hour and thirty minutes or so, but for now, you basked in the silence and the calming aroma of the flowers that surrounded you while you continued your work. A modest hum naturally sang past your lips and soothed its way into the shop that was devoid of all souls except yourself.

“Hm, you’re a pretty thing, aren’t you?” You made some small talk with the rose in your hand. It was a habit of yours to spill a few words out within your own little world, imagining the flowers were keeping you company whenever you were alone.

“And there, now you all look even prettier.” An adoring smile embellished your lips as you finished off another bouquet by tying it with a silk ribbon. Looking over the bundle one more time, you thoroughly admired the shades of pinks and reds that complimented each other in the ensemble.

Then two more bouquets down, and you already made a good amount of progress. You figured that if you kept up the pace, you’d likely finish the rest of the batch and have them ready for display tomorrow. But just as you clasped three more flowers in your hand, the bell atop the door chimed, alerting you to a new patron.

You nicked off a thorn from one of the stems before turning around and giving your attention to the visitor. When your eyes found their way to the shop’s entrance, you were surprised to meet a man of slicked white and red hair. The few strands that found their way out of the gel must have been tussled from a long day of work considering the fatigue plain on his handsome face.

Despite the few wrinkles here and there, his attire was still surprisingly pristine. He wore a simple yet compelling suit, the fit seeming tailored to the contours of his body that rendered you a tad speechless at how good he looked just standing there. The sight almost made you feel underdressed.

You hadn’t realized you were staring for longer than you deemed appropriate. You couldn’t help it, being that the stranger was a stark contrast to the regular customers you were used to. The fanciest you’ve encountered since you opened your shop were the young boys that rushed in with nicely fitted tops and jeans, frantically inquiring about what kinds of flowers were right to give to a girl for a date they had later that day. Not anything like attractive businessmen in immaculate suits and shining silver wristwatches that surely cost more than all the flowers you tended here.

Noticing you were gawking, you blinked thrice to knock yourself out of your trance and properly greet the man.

“H-Hello, welcome to Neighborhood Lily,” you said, mustering the politest tone you could give to make up for the awkward moment of wordless eye contact. You must have kept your eyes on him for what felt like a good five minutes at least. The man, in turn, acknowledged you with a small grin, much to your relief.

“How may I help you this evening?”

“I’m…” he hesitated, seeming wary of how he wanted to go about his next choice of words, “just looking for now,” he decided.

Not paying much mind to his hesitation, you nodded. “Oh, well, if you have any questions or need any help on anything, please let me know. I’ll just be around the corner!”

Allowing him to go about his business, you returned to your table of flowers and oversaw the blossoms again. However, it was difficult for you to busy yourself with the task at hand. The mere thought of the other presence in the shop was enough to hammer you out of your concentration.

He was already a compelling figure on his own, what with his good-looks accompanied by his classy ensemble that felt more than out of place here. But what you were especially curious about was what business he had at a humble flower shop like yours during this hour.

That curiosity led your eyes straying to the side, where you peeped the man walking through the small aisle of flowers. He examined the bouquets and vases on display, even showing interest in the more decorative pieces hung in pots from the ceiling.

You tried to determine what his motives were. He was showing some considerable intrigue at your arrangements, though perhaps it was pure admiration for your work, and you were letting your self-consciousness get to you.

Well, spying would just get you nowhere, you thought. One way or another, he’d answer your curiosity by either coming to you directly or leave the shop altogether. You had to admit you hoped more for the former.

Until then, you tore your gaze away and resumed gathering flowers in your hands. You assessed their compatibility with one another while you fiddled around with their placement in the bouquet. The white lilies and the blue lilacs went very well, along with another set of light violet lilacs you couldn’t help but string into the bundle. As a result, the beautiful balance of cool tones made for an exceptional well-made bouquet. You finished the piece with a matching white satin ribbon and then let the arranged flowers thrive inside a glass vase.

“Those are very pretty.”

Startled at the voice, you whipped your head around, hands braced behind you against the edge of the wooden table. Your untimely lack of words were a result from realizing the owner of the voice was closer than you anticipated.

The businessman went from lingering around the aisle of flowers in the middle of the shop, to appearing in your proximity.

“E-Excuse me?” you asked, wondering if you heard correctly to which he pointed at the bouquets laid finished on the table. “In fact, all the flowers here are exceptionally beautiful.” He gestured to the entirety of the shop. His eyes quickly roamed across all the decorative flourishes before they came back to you.

“You do excellent work here in your shop.”

Words coming from a man like him made you bashful. You subconsciously played with the hem of your apron, eyes drifting to anywhere but his face at the compliment. However, the sliver of heat fluttering to your cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Oh, um, thank you. It’s nothing really, I’ve been arranging flowers for quite some time while at the last floristry I worked for so I have a fair amount of experience.”

After another second of fiddling with the fabric, your hands ended up falling to your sides. You sauntered toward one of the flower vases that were already set on display, dawdling around the conversation. His eyes followed you, watching you nurture the blossoms. “I opened this flower shop of mine just recently actually. Been getting a decent amount of business here and there, but I’m just glad that the people who’ve visited so far like my work,” you told him, twirling a strand of your hair. The pads of your other hand brushed against the soft, abundant petals of a yellow chrysanthemum.

The man observed your actions, analyzing your face. He distinguished the devotion hidden in your eyes as you looked upon the flower with a luster. Despite your humble character, it was more than clear to him you were very passionate about what you did, relishing in the ambiance and admiring the modest appearance of this little shop of yours, covered in the wonderful aroma of flowers.

You didn’t detect that deep breath of air he earnestly drew in as he stepped closer. So close that his proximity broke your stupor to meet his rigid expression.

“How would you feel about an… opportunity to let more of your work be known?”

“An opportunity?” you echoed. “Wait… do you maybe have a wed—”

“No,” he interjected, so abruptly that you couldn’t help but quirk a brow. Catching himself, he took a moment to clear his throat, mindful of his behavior. “I mean, it’s not a wedding. Rather, a charity gala that my company has been planning for some time.”

“A gala?” Your mouth worked faster than your mind, accidentally blurting out your thoughts. The astonishment was evident in your tone; it made the man question your reaction by leaning in.

“Yes, a gala,” he said again like you didn’t just hear his words from a foot away, without even realizing the lengths behind his baffling offer. “Is there something wrong about that?”

“N-No. It just wasn’t the kind of opportunity I expected it to be is all… A gala…” Your voice hushed around the utter of “gala”.

What the man presented so blatantly was unexpected to your ears. Galas meant a pompous party full of people decked in lavish attires, drinking quality champagne from tulip glasses. Sizing up the man again, you could only imagine this gala would only include the most important and wealthiest people in attendance.

You had to ask something, “Um, about this gala... How many people will be there?”

“Maybe about... five hundred or so? I’ll have to check in with my assistant to confirm the full count again.” He shrugged nonchalantly and yet on your end, hearing the number almost reduced your head to a dizzy mess.

Five hundred guests? It was a number you couldn’t fathom. You hadn’t even been booked for an occasion as ordinary as a baby shower, but this man wanted you to arrange flowers for his big charity gala?

As oddly enticing of a job it was to you, there had to be anyone else more experienced and capable for this.

“Sir, I’m not su—”

“The pay, of course, will be more than generous, and I’ll even provide you funding for any necessary materials for this project,” he chimed in before you could voice your protest. It was then that you began to distinguish something laced in his voice and exhibited on his face.

Desperation.

This man seemed desperate for some reason.

“May I ask when the event will take place?” Your arms crossed against your chest. A gulp formed in his throat at the question, unsure if he wanted to unveil the news or risk scaring you off. Either way, if you were working for him, you’d learn eventually. A sigh came out.

“Two weeks,” he answered.

Oh yeah, that explained it. It also answered any questions you had over the tension rigid in his shoulders. At this point, you were bound to join him in his stress because, goddamn, organizing a whole assembly of flowers for a grand ball within fourteen days? The idea was beyond daunting.

While you reflected on the intimidating pieces of information, he was gauging your reaction. Would you say yes? No? Laugh at the idea that he thought he could find a florist to work for him at such late notice? There were a slew of uncertainties twisting in his head—an act unbecoming of him, but you were his last hope. Whatever you responded with next would either be the nail in his coffin or the wings that made him soar.

You would be treading on uncharted waters at a chance like this, having never sailed anywhere beyond your little island of floristry where people came and went with your humble little arrangements. But you also thought of this as a daring opportunity to find new land. See what the world had in store for you outside of selling the general bouquets and vases you had on display. Plus, when would a chance like this ever come up again?

Though it meant encountering difficulties along the way, taking on such a big challenge right off the bat, you figured you’d be able to keep your boat afloat. You were also sure the journey toward bigger regions would be worth the struggle in the end.

“So do you have your answer?” he pressed forward when your silence became unbearable to his nerves. He thanked the fact that his voice managed to sound steady enough not to give himself away. Your arms remained crossed in front of you, your hand coming beneath your chin the only sign that you were taking his offer to heart. It kept the flickering flames of hope blazing inside him.

“I just want to ask you something,” you replied. He nodded, allowing you to continue.

“I know you’re under pressure with this gala coming up in only two weeks,” you began. Your arms unraveled, and your fingers ran to your apron again. You formed the next bit of words with uncertainty, “but are you sure I’m the right person for this job? I mean, I don’t have much to offer you in terms of skill other than what I have here.” You nudged at the range of your shop, plain as can be though with a generous amount of flourishes on display. Yet nothing you thought special enough to be graced by him and his grand proposal that evening.

“I just don’t want you to regret your decision.”

There was a pause of silence after that. The man seemed to give your words some thought—a quick reflection on the situation. You couldn’t decipher much in his face, but you happened to take some time to admire how pretty his eyes were. The individual blue and gray shades were mesmerizing to you, resembling glaciers glittering beneath the moon high in the north. Another detail you jotted in his long list of attractive features. Before you could marvel at them any further, he whisked your thoughts back to earth with his response.

“It’s true that I’m coming to you because I’m in need,” he admitted, hands slowly closing into fists like he was reluctant to confess this, “but from what I can see, I genuinely think you’re more than capable for this job. So yes, I’m very sure I won’t regret this decision.”

It was clear to you that he was sure on his stance. But to reinforce his statement, he bent his head low into a bow, weight added to his next words.

“Please be the florist for our gala.”

The gesture briefly overwhelmed you, not something you were expecting, but you managed to acknowledge it by returning the bow.

“I’ll be in your care then.”

With all things said, you were soon tidying up the exchange and trading business cards. Yours was a standard card with your number, name, and business attached with a picture of a lily printed across the paper. His, a premium slip of stainless steel engraved with his information and then some, the fancy card reflecting off the lights hanging from the ceiling. You read the name etched in ebony black over the gray material.

Todoroki Shouto — CEO

“You’ll likely receive a call from either one of my assistants or me within the next day or so about when to meet up to plan for the arrangements.” Shouto’s voice brought your head up from the card, where you watched him glide toward the door.

“R-Right, I’ll leave my cell on,” you stuttered. The fact that this whole exchange had just transpired was still kicking in for you.

Shouto nodded, extending a wave out that you mirrored while he opened the door to the shop, the bell chiming above him.

“I’ll see you then.”

After that, the resonating tinkles of the bell were the last you heard.

You stared at the entrance aimlessly, mouth gradually gaping open at the mere prospect that you were really about to arrange your flowers for a grand charity gala in two weeks!

A mixture of elation and jitters erupted in your body all at once, uncontained as you whipped your head around and strode across your shop in giddy steps. Your eyes lit up at the steel card gripped between your fingers, clenched so tightly like you were worried the card would turn to dust when you woke up from this dream. But at the wide smile that bloomed on your lips, you knew that this was reality. This man, Todoroki Shouto, was giving you the opportunity to have your true potential shown at this big gala.

Meanwhile, on his way back to his Mercedes, Shouto was clicking open his phone. The screen beamed at him in the low light of the evening turning to night while he punched a number from his contacts list. It took only the cusp of the second ring for the person on the other line to pick up his call.

“Midoriya, call off the search,” Shouto commanded into his phone. He rested his back on the door of his car, leaning against it with his phone still attached to his ear. His gaze found its way back to the flower shop he had just departed, eyeing the light emitting from the windows to the sign hanging above them. Grinning, he took in the sight of the flowers dancing in the wind around the shop’s vicinity before finding your silhouette standing in the benevolent light inside.

“We have our florist.”

[cope-to-anime]

hi =]

can i request a matchup with one of the hashiras? im female, 5'4. i've been told i have rbf but i am pretty cheerful most of the time, if a little overwhelming. i have really poofy, dark wavy hair (the sides and back of my hair are dyed burgundy), and even if i like alt things I Will Cry if yelled at.

sorry if this is long! it's the first time i request something on my entire history on tumblr

(( hello! thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy! this was a very fun write for me <333))

I’ll match you with Kyojuro Rengoku !

I think it’s that rbf of yours that actually catches his attention. He thinks you’re feeling unwell so he approaches you and asks if something is bothering you. Before you can say anything else he adds that he’s more than willing to help you with it! I think somewhere along those lines would be how it all begins and then your small encounters turn into a friendship.

He happily points out your hair because it’s kind of the same as his in a way: both two-toned! Then he tells you about how his own hair turned that colour.

If you allow your feelings to bloom you’d make him the happiest man alive. He’d be with you in your ups and downs, and he’d be so excited about you meeting his family. He tells you almost everyday how his little brother can’t wait to see you.

I also imagine your first kiss to be so intimate (and kind of awkward but he’s a darling so it’s okay). It’ll be under a tree with his hands cupping your cheeks and your hands on his chest. If this was set in modern times, I imagine your first kiss would happen in a ferris wheel.

Bonus: Mitsuri is your bff and she secretly plans all your dates and tells Kyojuro about your favourite things <333

Please invite me to your wedding

[itsnothesameasitwas]

hiii! this month I’ve read a lot of great fics, so I decided is time to start my monthly fic rec… that means I’ll be doing a short fic rec and recap every month with my favorite fics of the month

note: the fics I’ll be mentioning weren't necessarily posted recently

!!! - please be careful and read all the tags and/or warnings before start reading and left kudos and nice messages to the authors <33

❀ Divinely Blessed by thinlines @thinlinez  | 17k | Explicit | ABO | fic post

“I heard you, Ni. But what do you mean?”

“What do you mean what I mean?”

Harry rolled his eyes as he shoved his alpha friend down onto a seat. “Did you mean you lick someone out or…?”

“Nah, mate! It was me! I got licked out!” Harry could only stare at Niall in horror.

Alpha Harry prides himself on having the bravest and most caring omega who might or might not just fulfill his sudden curiosity.

note: for some reason i don’t know i fell in love with the ABO and found this fic someway and WOW! it’s really fluffy and sweet and while i was reading all i could think about was “god! i really want someone who love me like Harry loves Lou and viceversa” and also has a great smut scene, funny and well writen (cliff ily babe)

❀ Promise me you won’t run away by thinlines | 23k | Explicit | ABO | Español

“Does kissing me stop you from having bad thoughts?” Harry asked, voice muffled into the collar of Louis’ dress shirt. Louis chuckled at this. He trailed a hand down Harry’s back, feeling the muscles tensing along with his touch.

“I guess you can say that. You’re a good distraction.”

“Then I will be the best distraction.” Harry answered, pulling back and watched Louis’ lips unashamedly.

“Come distract me, then.”

Or the Prince/ Knight AU in which Harry left Louis, but the omega never once gave up on them.

note: this fic is beautiful and really REALLY well written, i need to say i cried and im the most cold person in the world but this caught me and I LOVED IT! but also when i finished it i got mad because in the end notes was the spanish translation and i read it in english lmao; anyway i love it!!!... summing this up, the fic made me thought about that LOVE ALWAYS WIN <33

❀ Twist the knife by jishler @jishlerfics | 6k | Explicit | Angst / Smut | fic post

Infuriating, but Louis missed it. Louis missed him. His thighs and his chest and breath and warmth and toothbrush next to Louis’. He missed sex with Harry but he missed his presence more: Louis would settle for watching Harry get himself off if it meant he got to see him; hear the voice that was like a soothing balm over all his wounds.

Two weeks after their breakup, Harry wants his toys back.

note: i definetely don’t read smut in purpose and the reason i’ve read this was because i love the moodboard BUT i need to thank the person who put it on my dash because i liked it so much!! was fun to read and the smut is pretty well written :))

❀  Hold you now by solvetheminourdreams @solvetheminourdreams | 131k | Angst with happy ending | fic post | playlist

The string within Harry's own sweatpants is now dangling outside of his pocket, stretched so far out that the seams of his pants have tightened. His eyes remain hyper focused on Louis, how oblivious he is—scrolling through his phone without a care in the world, while Harry feels his tilt on its axis.

Three years ago, Harry Styles said goodbye to communications consultancy firm McQuiston Worldwide, leaving a life of travel and agency PR behind. When he accompanies his best friend to a family wedding across the Atlantic, he'll be forced to reopen old wounds and face his past—one that no one wants to hash out, but may just have to.

note: at the end of the first chapter i was emotional, is the kind of fic that you feel every single emotion, the one you literally feel are part of it... it’s perfectly well written and please give it a chance and  check all the stef’s works because she’s a super talented writer... if i say something else i’ll probably do spoilers so, shut up ana.

❀ The money mark by brightgolden @brightgolden | 52k | Explicit | ABO | fic post

Harry's heart beats faster in his chest as the name sinks in. The Tomlinson name is awfully familiar, and he isn’t sure how many rich Tomlinsons are out here in London, but he knew one. Seven years ago.

Like all fine things in the world, Louis Tomlinson ages exceptionally well.

OR

Where Louis is Harry’s first sugar daddy who dumped him over text and their paths cross, seven years later.

note: THIS IS MY FAVORITE FIC OF THE YEAR. sorry, but this fic is super well written, is omega harry + alpha louis and find smth like this is almost impossible! but i loved the fact that harry could be an omega and a sugar baby but he’s independant and strong and wow! it’s amazing; everyone should read it because it’s really good!! (ps. louis is the alpha of my dreams, he’s a complete gentlemen)

❀ Sweet like candy by neodiamond @neondiamond | 4k | General Audiences | ABO | fic post

Louis is an Alpha with an odd obsession for gummy bears. Harry is an Omega who makes friends a little too easily. They meet on the bus.

note: this is the cutest fluffy fic I have ever read! strangers to friends to lovers <333

❀ Literally making love by Brooklyn_babylon @twopoppies | 30k | Explicit | Robot/Human Relationship | fic post

Holding up one of the android's eyes to the workshop’s windows, he smiled as the light picked up the gold flecks in the pale green of his irises. Louis had always paid attention to even the tiniest details.

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All Louis intended to do was rescue someone in need from loneliness. He had no idea it would be himself.

note: science + me = signal error BUT this fic. OMG. how to say this is one of the fics would be in my recap at the end of the year; i have read another fic by Gina and was really good but this is probably my favorite between both of them... all i know and want now is to create my perfect partner lmao. 

❀ I’m gonna keep this love, if you let me by pixies @tomlinbuns | 26k | Explicit | ABO | fic post

Louis makes Harry pretend to be his boyfriend one night out. The rest is history.

note: this one is simple to discribe... the best of the best. one of my favorites abo fics, funny, teasing and very romantic. i enjoyed so much read how these two guys fell in love with each other. god bless this fic <33

❀ Beautiful stranger by lovelarry10 @chloehl10 | 66k | Explicit | ABO / Mpreg | fic post

“Did you want to- oh. Uh, sorry, I-” Harry stuttered, licking his lips as he looked over Louis’ bare torso, not focusing on the ocean ahead of him. “You’re very distracting, Lou.”

“Trying to tell me you haven’t seen a topless Omega before?” Louis asked, walking back to his rucksack and grabbing a bottle of suncream out of it before returning to stand by Harry.

“Not one as stunning as you,” he thought he heard Harry mutter as he started to rub the cream into his shoulders.

*****

When Alpha Harry Styles attends the Gucci Cruise 2020 show, he knows what to expect: clothes, clutch bags, and a few too many pretentious people. What he doesn’t expect, however, is to run into an Omega who is more beautiful than anything on the runway.

note: this fic is from 2019 but who cares, i loved it so much and i want to thank/blame @justalarryblog​ because she unintentionally recommended it to me in her abo fic rec post and now i want someone like this harry in my life... is it too much to ask? because is one of the most beautiful abo fics i’ve read this month and wow. if you haven’t read it yet, what are you waiting for??

❀ Waiting on you by beckywritesthings @beckydoesthings  | 21k | Mature | Mpreg | fic post

“Do you want to touch?” Harry asks, taking one of his hands off to tangle with Louis’. His open invitation finally drags Louis’ attention away from his baby and up to his face, blue eyes wobbly with emotions. It’s clear that he’s too taken to really form words, so Harry takes the initiative to press their laced hands against his shirt fabric, warmth from the skin radiating through.

Louis pushes his shirt up to his chest, taking Harry’s hand and pressing it to hold the fabric in place. His hands return to warm skin, palms even more scalding now that there’s nothing in between them. And then, as if that wasn’t enough for Harry’s heart to handle, Louis leans in, pressing his lips right above his belly button.

“Hi, baby,” he says, lips moving across his skin softly. “I’m your… I’m Louis.”

Or Harry is pregnant with a stranger’s baby and Louis doesn’t know. It’s a minor detail that Harry’s both living with Louis and in love with him. No big deal.

note: this fic is really new, someone reblogged the fic post and when i saw it first i was like ‘huh?’ and then suddendly (in less than a minute) decided it was the next thing i’ll be reading and now i’m completely in love with it. Lou i need to say you’re the kind of guy everyone wants in their life <3 

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❀ all the love, ana. xx

[inimoo]

QUICK TELL ME WHAT TO WRITE A MIRACULOUS FIC ABOUT

UM

HOLD ON I HAVE SOME IDEAS

IDK IF YOU WANTED ONE SINGLE PROMPT BUT HERES A FIC IDEA

Flower, Fairy AU thing

They live in a forest nature castle magic place and every kingdom has a flower (we’re just going to ignore the thousands of flower types) and Marinette is from the Bluebell kingdom (shes still just a commoner and she’s still great at baking) and Adrien is the prince of Sunflower place and yeah.

Marinette doesn’t like Adrien, Adrien is absolutely smitten, all the other characters are there too.

Gabriel doesn’t like Marinette because ‘You’re seducing my son!’ And she’s really offended because, ‘Excuse me? You’re son is a little b*tch why would I seduce him?’

All of Marinette’s friends ship Adrinette so hard and she hates it

The story stars with Adrien visiting Marinette and her being annoyed, him being flirty, friends shipping. He invited her to a masquerade ball and at first she refuses but then he all like, ‘Look, we don’t have to be romantic, you just have to talk with me and act like you’re supposed to be there. I don’t want to bring Chloe because… well, she’s Chloe, and I definitely don’t want to bring Lila and I don’t want to be there alone and - “

“Okay fine! Just stop talking,”

He’s happy, she’s like ‘what have I done????’ she makes clothes for both of them and masks and they go and they get closer and he opens up and she’s real mad at Gabriel and then somehow her mask comes off and Gabe’s like, ‘How dare you,’ and she’s in trouble so Adrien grabs her hand and they run away into the forest and they find this cottage and thats how the fluff starts.

The story’s about Marinette and Adrien living together in the cottage and having to avoid anyone that might recognize them and think, ‘wait a second, those are criminals!’ and they have to keep their friends safe without revealing their identity and thats how Ladybug and Cat Noir are made, but instead of being heroes they’re criminals. Plagg and TIkki are their talking pets because magic AU, we love that about fantasy.

i nominate calling it a love for sunflowers bc adriens from the sunflower kingdom <3

IF YOU WANTED A PROMPT

uh

SO CHAT DIES

ok before you leave HEAR ME OUT

so chat dies and marinette knows who he is and she goes to his room and she;s in her feel right? but then she finds thins box and inside is a bunch of stuff that hes kept over the years and inside is everything he loves right

so theres like a booklet full of flower meanings and roses hes given and a notebook of puns and little drawings of him and ladybug and ALSO

a poem. or more like wedding vows idk. but she reads that and life fucking sucks <333

but thats why we're reading it <3333

[calpops]

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@notinthesameguey said: If you're able to 👉👈What about a lazy dinner and they just talk about the wedding? Maybe they're huddled in the living room eating some pizza and they joke about wanting some pizza at their wedding and yeah

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Calum comes home late but you’re not alone, the ring on your finger keeps you company and reminds you of his promises. You don’t tire of staring at opal and silver inlaid with flecks of diamonds. It’s not just the beauty of the ring that keeps your attention but the feeling that it evokes. When the front door finally opens you turn from your perch on the couch and wave Calum over as he enters with a grin. His first instinct when he reaches you is to hold your hand, let his eyes look upon the ring and then let his lips brush the back of your hand past a smirk. 

“That ring was made for you,” he says in a whisper as you pull him down onto the couch, the reality of being engaged coming down with you.

“Did you eat?” You ask, knowing how Calum’s schedule always becomes skewed when studio and rehearsal hours wear him thin. “We have left overs.”

“I could go for that,” Calum says but makes no move to get to the fridge where day old pizza lingers. Instead, he nuzzles into you and takes a moment to be with you.

Ever since the night of tears and questions of distance you’ve both gotten back on track to spending time together. No more tense moments of silence follow you, no more doubts or fears plague you during lonely nights. Simple things bring you back to normalcy. Taking an extra moment to linger with each other, spending mornings together, getting engrossed in a new book when sleepless nights ensue. Now, it’s all done with a ring on your finger and plans of a wedding in your heads.

“Let’s go together,” you suggest around a laugh when he still makes no move to get food. He whines in a low rumble at the thought of disentangling himself from your side but he complies; leftover pizza in an empty stomach too tempting to give up on completely.

After it’s heated in the oven and put on plates brought over to the couch you settle back into each other’s holds. Your legs are draped across his lap, shoulder under his arm and his free hand occasionally running through your hair. You can tell he’s tired, that a book probably won’t be read tonight, so you enjoy a lazy dinner with him and talk while you can.

“I told my parents today,” Calum says and you know he’s referring to the engagement. You had kept it between yourselves for a week, wanting to spend some alone time as fiancé’s without anyone else in the mix. “My mum squealed. She actually squealed over the phone, I think Duke’s ears hurt after.”

You laugh, head tossed back into the cushions as you imagine his mom animatedly squealing through the phone. Calum’s sister Mali and Ashton already knew, had helped pick out the ring on your finger, helped to plan the day that became a second chance.

“And your dad?”

“He couldn’t believe it at first. Then I think it hit him fully and he realized it’s you and it all made sense after that.”

You go flush at his comment. His family’s love and support means worlds and worlds to you. You remember how nervous you were the first time you met them, but then how easy it was as soon as they were near. Mali had taken to you the moment you met, his mother had hugged you like you were family without question and his father held pride and happiness in his eyes as Calum introduced you as his.

“Do you think Mali would be in the wedding?” You wonder, hoping she might be your maid of honor, knowing you want her with you and that Calum would too.

“I think if she’s not you won’t have a groom to marry because she’ll kill me,” Calum laughed but turned serious around another bite of his slice of pizza.

“A groom,” you repeat in a wondrous sigh. Calum smirks. “I can’t believe you’re gonna be my groom. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen you in a full fledged tux before.”

Calum’s smirk only deepens and his tone goes playful, “should it be blue or orange? How many ruffles?”

Your eyebrows shoot up but you wave him off. “Well that would be stupid. Then we’d be matching.”

He laughs and goes on a tirade asking you if he’d marry you in this or that. You always nod, say yes, and eventually tell him you’d marry him no matter what.

“Do we have anymore?” Calum asks, gesturing to the empty plate. “That pizza is so good, I would marry it,” he exclaims and it’s so easy for both of you to speak of marriage now it feels freeing and light. Before it was a topic to tiptoe around, to mention only late at night when the stars and moon disguised the future.

“Not if you marry me first,” you shoot back and point up at the counter where a few slices remain.

He grins, pats your legs before getting up to grab the last of it and settle back down with you.

“We should have it at the wedding,” he comments before a bite and just the word wedding is enough to excite you. His eagerness to mention it, to plan it even in small jests and jokes makes you realize how much he wants this and how much you want him.

“At the reception,” you say seriously and he turns to give you a curious gaze. “Nothing’s better than a party, some drinks and then pizza.”

“I knew I was marrying you for a reason. We could have it at the engagement party too.”

“Engagement party?” You question, completely unaware and feeling stuck in left field at the mention.

“You really think our friends will let us get engaged and not have some sort of party?” Calum rebuts lightly. “Ashton was planning one before I even picked out the ring.”

Calum finishes his last bite and leans back into the plush cushions of the couch, arms seeking you out to pull you against his chest. “I suppose that would be okay,” you muse, typically not one for making a spectacle. “But nothing too big or fancy, okay?”

Calum’s eyes dart from you to the ceiling and back again. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Just close friends?” You ask and bite your lip. “And family if they can come.”

“Your parents?” Calum questions timidly.

Your parents aren’t a subject you bring up much or much of presence in your life. They’ve never met Calum and to some it might be strange you’re engaged without your parents knowing your fiancé. But they’ve never worked that way. You’ve never been close and sometimes the distance hurts but you’ve had Calum and his family to make it feel better.

“Maybe…” you muse and lose yourself in thought for a moment. “Maybe we should invite them to dinner with just us first? That might be easier.”

“Whatever you want,” Calum replies and you believe his sincerity. “I’ll be right there with you,” he soothes as if he can feel the anxiety beating inside you. “We’ll get through it. Dinner, the party. And then we’ll be married.”

“Oh,” you smile. “It’s that simple? Why don’t we just elope?”

Calum shrugs. “I would if you wanted,” he says and rubs his hand up and down your arm. “Though it’d be a shame if no one else got to see how beautiful you’ll be in white.”

You blush. Still amazed he can elicit such reactions from you. “And you in your bright orange ruffled tux.”

He laughs and so do you. It doesn’t matter if you elope, if a crowd of hundreds gather, if you wear white and he wears orange. All that matters is you’ll be together. 

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