person a: ….. person a: hey, can I kiss you? person b, wide eyes, and red face:W-what!? No, of course not! person a, pouting: why not? person b: I’m…saving my first kiss on my wedding day. person a: person a, hastily takes out papers and pens: okay, what do you like? what do you prefer? like any themes? maybe fantasy, death, ponies- wait, where should we get married? maybe on a hill, beach, forest.. or classic church? oh, what should we wear too…I was thinking…*rambles on and on* person b is clearly red as a tomato and is speechless
Misawa day theme: AU okay, but what about something a little different than the usual adaption–kindergarten teacher!miyu and highschool teacher!mura?? Imagine miyu being completely loved by the children, all demanding his attention and wanna marry him in the future, while mura is that teacher every student loves and is one of the most approachable teacher ever and everyone treats him *almost* like their friend?? The girls tease him while the boys hang out with him, esp during sports. And yea, everyone around them support them and are excited abt their relationship (haha)
We have now had at least one episode dedicated to developing the relationships between each duo combination of Team Phantom, and I think this is as good a time as any to gush about why this is one of my favorite trios in anything.
I’ll just cover each combination in order and then talk about all three of them, because I love these kids and could talk about them all day.
But what if like exchanging different foods is how you get married on ALL desert planets in the Star Wars universe? Who does Anakin accidentally marry? Who does Shmi accidentally marry? Who does Luke accidentally marry?
Anakin and Padmé have literally been married since they were nine and fourteen; he’s VERY confused when she insists they have to get married AGAIN, but maybe that’s a Naboo thing?
“I’m sorry, I thought–you’re not already married, are you?” Cliegg asks worriedly, and Shmi gets a brief, wistful look on her face, thinking of a long-ago dinner table and the long, long-gone man who’d eaten her food and taken her Ani to a better life, who’d left her an empty house and half a box of rations from some far-off planet she will never see.
“No, he … he’s passed on, now,” she replies quietly. “And anyway, it wasn’t his people’s way.”
“Um,” Luke says, turning bright red. Lando gives him a puzzled look in return, wagging the mug of space hot chocolate he’s holding out to him.
“Yes or no, kid?” he asks, raising a pointed eyebrow.
“Yes!” Luke blurts, then looks horrified at himself, grabs the hot chocolate, and leaves. He comes back twenty minutes later with a triumphant, glowing expression and a bottle of Lando’s favorite space wine, which–odd, kind of, but Lando is NOT complaining.
Celebrating the 4th of July with The Twins Would Include...
🇺🇸 Going downtown to see fireworks on the night before the 4th, wearing one of their sweatshirts, all three of you decked out in Red, White and Blue
🇺🇸 Staying up late, setting off smaller fireworks from your driveway with your parents and their parents watching, talking and catching up
🇺🇸 Taking tons of selfies and posting them on every conceivable social media platform with every relevant emoji you can think of
🇺🇸 Getting metallic star stickers and putting them at the corners of your eyes and temporary tattoos on your ankle and wrist
🇺🇸 The boys would obviously want to do this too and they’d make fun of you a little for it but they’d also think you looked great
🇺🇸 Staying up all night and sitting by the water, watching the sun set, having a bonfire and sitting close to both of them, and then watching the sun rise again on the 4th
🇺🇸 Being exhausted, but leaving at like 5 AM to go get breakfast sandwiches and coffee from Dunkin’ Donuts down the street
🇺🇸 Basically being zombies when the parade starts, but the gunshots from the old-timey rifles and the canon shots definitely wake you all up!
🇺🇸 The boys would compliment you when you changed your outfit
🇺🇸 All of you would go upstairs and take a nap together, falling asleep in front of the tv while a movie was on before waking up and going to a cook out together
🇺🇸 You’d play with your little cousins and take more pictures to commemorate the day
🇺🇸 They’d both stare a little too long at you when you all decided to cool off in the pool and you came out in your bikini
🇺🇸 You: “What?”
🇺🇸 Them: “NOTHING! 😳 ”
🇺🇸 Later on, someone would set off more fireworks from the driveway and you guys would walk down to the beach to watch the big fireworks together
🇺🇸 You’d stay out so late on the beach, watching the stars and occasional fireworks together, glad you had your best friends by your side
💥 He’d come up with cute themed nicknames for you like “his little firework”
💥 He’d insist you wear his sweatshirt with pride, noting that it was blue and matched your Red, White and Blue outfit
💥 “Actually, I just love seeing you in shorts, my hoodie and those three-stripe Adidas…is that bad?”
💥 This obviously then became your uniform over the holiday
💥 He’d hold you close whenever you watched fireworks together, lacing his fingers with yours
💥 He’d have you laughing the entire holiday weekend
💥 “Time for a rousing round of everyone’s favorite holiday mystery game: ‘Is it Fireworks or Gunshots?’!”
💥 He’d kiss you and hold you and wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close to him whenever he got the chance
💥 “Someone’s feeling affectionate.”
💥 “Holidays are meant to be spent with ones you love, and I love you and I want you to know it.”
💥 He’d come over to your house with Red, White and Blue daisies on the morning of the 4th
💥 He and Grayson would take you to the beach for a few hours before you all went to a family party at the Dolan house
💥 Lisa and Cam would be thrilled to see you
💥 There would be a comfortable fire going in the fire pit after it got dark
💥 The boys would try to set off fireworks in the backyard
💥 One of their cousins would take a particular shine to you and everone would think it was adorable
💥 “Are you and Ethan gonna get married?!”
💥 “Maybe one day!”
💥 “I hope you do because I love you.”
🎇 He’d take tons of pictures throughout the weekend to commemorate and to show you off
🎇 You’d take a super cute kissing-sparkler picture
🎇 “Sparks flying whenever I see her 😍 ”
🎇 He would make you a tank top in red and blue tye-dye to wear
🎇 He’d want to sneak off with you to make out at the family party you were at
🎇 “I can’t help it babe, you look so beautiful and I love you.”
🎇 He’d be patient and wonderful with your family, explaining what he and Ethan do on YouTube. He’d be extremely polite to everyone in your family, which would earn everyone’s respect
🎇 You’d walk down to the carnival together and go on the ferris wheel and he’d win you a big stuffed animal no matter how long it took him
🎇 “I’m so glad you found such a nice boy, sweetie.”
🎇 The two of you would have matching coozies for your soda cans
🎇 He’d teach your little cousins how to skateboard in the street in front of the house at the party
🎇 He’d help your aunt wash dishes and talk to your uncles about various sports
🎇 You’d walk down to the park together and listen to the Army Band play the concert for the veterans
🎇 As it got darker, he’d help your uncles set up the fire pit so everyone could stay warm
🎇 The two of you would light off a small firework together and you’d kiss as your cousin snapped a perfect picture
🎇 “I’m sorry my family is so…much to handle.”
🎇 “I think they’re great, just like you.”
🎇 He’d want to watch a fireworks display, just the two of you, so he’d take you to a special spot up on a ridge where the two of you could be romantic and he would tell you how much he loved you as each firework went off
🎇 “They’re nothing compared to you.”
So I based this as if they lived near me, in Bristol, RI and I think it would be really fun to do the 4th with them! Thank you so much for requesting, anon!
Jupiter in the 1st house: How much bigger can I make my brain!? Jupiter in the 2nd house: More money, more pillows, more candles, more luxury Jupiter in the 3rd house: Talks their own head off Jupiter in the 4th house: Give me a bigger house with 8 mums Jupiter in the 5th house: “We should have more babies” Jupiter in the 6th house: Carries a 5kg encyclopedia on herbal medicine Jupiter in the 7th house: I want the biggest wedding cake. Maybe getting married once isn’t enough Jupiter in the 8th house: I want more of that psychic thing I can do! Jupiter in the 9th house: Yes I’m enrolling in another degree, right after I come back from Rome again Jupiter in the 10th house: I want another promotion. Another accolade. Another enterprise! Jupiter in the 11th house: Give me more friends. Make them like me more Jupiter in the 12th house: I need some space, like a whole ocean between us
Listen…. it’s captain swan. No matter in which episode they get married. What matters is that THEY ARE ACTUALLY GETTING MARRIED. LIKE FOR REAL. BECOMING HUSBAND AND WIFE. THE LOST GIRL AND THE LOST BOY WHO FOUND THEIR HOME IN EACH OTHER ARE GETTING MARRIED. It’s gonna be beautifulandso soemotionaland I’m probably gonna die because too many feels. I repeat, no matter what they planned for the wedding, no matter if it’s in a musical episode, it’s gonna be amazing either way.
Coach looks like a scary dude, but he’s actually a big
softie. He has a really intimidating resting bitch face, and a more
intimidating murder face, but he would rather eat shit than say shit.
Coach is hella passive aggressive. If you mess with him he’ll
be all like, “Wah, I was always taught to turn the other cheek. Hate the sin,
love the sinner.” But then he’ll blind copy your boss and forward your emails
if he feels like you’re being rude. Or he’ll hand out invitations to a cookout
to everyone except you.
And it’s really interesting because Suzanne Bittle is the opposite.
She is small and very sweet, but if you mess with her she ascends through
passive aggressive and straight into aggressive-aggressive. Like, in high
school Bitty had a lot of trouble with this one teacher. Not the subject material,
but the teacher. Bitty would ask for help or clarification and the teacher
would basically do the academic equivalent of “No, fuck off and die.” And then
this teacher would “lose” Bitty’s assignments periodically, and he would grade
Bitty’s tests way harder than anyone else’s.
For sapphics who want to raise (a) kid(s) with another woman…
Imagine the first time you’ll see your child. Whether that be from you giving birth, your wife giving birth, or the adoption being finalized. Imagine the warmth that you and your wife will both feel, the immediate feeling of unconditional love.
Imagine your child’s first day of school. You and your wife help them pick out a cute outfit for your kid. You both fuss a bit. And when you see the bus pick them up, or when you drop them off… you can’t help but shed a few tears. You’re scared. But you’re also excited.
Imagine teaching them all the different ways love can exist, and modelling that with your own relationship. You’ll teach them that regardless of whether they fall in love with a boy, a girl, someone outside the gender binary, or nobody at all, you’ll always support them.
Imagine helping them with homework, teaching them about the world, showing them new things, helping them grow into someone more well rounded.
Imagine the fights you’ll inevitably have, but you know deep down that no matter how bad it gets, you’ll always love your child. Nothing can break that.
Imagine your child growing up. Imagining you and your wife talking about how it felt like just yesterday that they were so little. Imagine the bittersweet, but ultimately warm feeling you’ll get, knowing you raised someone so incredible. They’ll always be your baby.
Imagine them graduating high school. Imagine the pride both you and your wife will feel, the tears that will be shed as you hold each other, the way you’ll practically scream as you cheer when their name is called and they collect their diploma.
Imagine them moving out. You and your wife are old now. You look back on raising this beautiful child and all the twists and turns, the bumps on the road… and you feel so happy. You feel this overwhelming sense of joy that you got to partake in such a beautiful thing with the woman you love.
Maybe your pride and joy will get married now. Maybe they’ll give you grandkids. Ultimately, it’s up to them, because you taught them that as long as they’re happy and don’t hurt others, you’ll support whatever they choose to do in their life.
For the sapphics who want to someday have (a) kid(s) with another woman… I hope you manage to get that, and I hope it’s as wonderful as you imagine it. Remember that regardless of what bigots may say, having two mothers doesn’t have a negative effect on children… and in some ways, it’s even better. Remember that families with two moms are beautiful.
Genre: Killer!Jungkook, Angst, Smut (in later chapters)
Word Count: 1,800
Content/Warnings: Since this is the prologue it’s pretty tame, but prepare for future: Violence, Gore, Smut, Offensive Language. The next chapter has very graphic gore, so if you’re not into that, back out now. Although Jungkook does kill in this series, this is not a serial killer AU.
A/N: For those of you who have read my other works before, you’ll find that this one is quite a departure from my usual “cute” and more light hearted fics. It’s my first time writing a series so it may be quite short compared to series by other writers. Anyway, I hope you enjoy ~
You would die for him, kill for him, and everything in between.
Prompt from anon: I’m in love with your writing, completely and utterly 😍 no rush for this needed but somehow the reader works out when Jughead’s birthday is, despite him trying to hide it, so the reader throws a little surprise for just the two of them and that’s when he realises she’s the ‘one’??? What do you think?
Jughead quickly rushed over to the ginger, cupping his hand over his mouth.
“Shh!” Jughead said as he looked around the hallway.
Confident that you weren’t anywhere nearby, he let out a relieved sigh and removed his hand from Archie’s mouth.
“Sorry. Just wanted to make sure Y/N didn’t hear you. Thanks, by the way.” Jughead said looking down, putting his hands in his pockets.
Archie looked at his friend with a confused expression.
“What, do you not want your girlfriend to know when your birthday is or something?” Archie joked.
Jughead frowned and looked down again.
“Never mind.” he said and began to walk off, hoping Archie wouldn’t follow him.
Of course he was wrong.
Archie’s eyes widened.
“Whoa, wait, Jug,” he said, catching up to the raven-haired teen, grabbing his arm.
“Why do you not want Y/N to know today’s your birthday?” he asked.
The beanie-clad teen sighed.
“She… likes to go all-out with events, okay? She’s kind of over the top. Not that I’m complaining!” he quickly added. “It’s just that… her family’s kind of tight on money right now and I don’t want her to feel like she has to throw me this big birthday bash or anything.”
“I understand,” he said. “But she’s gonna find out at one time or another, Jug. Want me to “accidentally” let it slip to her?”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll see if I can push it off until next year.” he said and with that, he was off to class.
“Why do I have to do everything myself?” he muttered as he walked off to find you.
Later that night, Jughead was lying on the couch at Archie’s watching TV. After careful deliberation, he had finally decided to live at Archie’s for the time being after deciding he could still visit his dad after school and on the weekends to check up on him. Plus, the janitor’s closet was starting to smell.
A knock at the door did nothing to turn Jughead’s attention away from his show.
“It’s open!” he called, not really paying attention to who it could be.
He heard footsteps make their way into the living room, but Jughead didn’t look up. All of a sudden, a box of cherry pie (his favorite) was placed gently on his lap. A card, labeled “Juggie,” was taped on top of it. Then, arms were wrapped gently around his chest and he felt someone kiss his cheek. He quickly turned to see who it was and was greeted by you smiling softly.
“Happy birthday, Jughead.” you said quietly.
His eyes widened.
“Y/N. How-how did you—”
“Archie told me.” you said, cutting him off.
Goddamn it, Archie.
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said, pushing his hair back.
You let go of him and he stood up, facing you, the couch the only thing separating the two of you.
“It’s just that… Well… You told me that—”
“We’re tight on money and I tend to go overboard with celebrations,” you giggled. “Archie told me.”
Goddamn it, Archie!
Jughead sighed and you made your way over to him, holding one of his hands in yours.
“Don’t worry about me, okay? And besides… It’s your birthday. If you don’t want me to go overboard, then I won’t. It’s your day after all. That’s why I just got you some pie, a card, and…” you held up the DVDs that were in your other hand. “The Godfather trilogy. What do you say?”
“That’s more than enough. Thank you, Y/N. That sounds great.” he said.
“Okay, good. Now sit down while I get this thing up and running.” you said before turning away, making your way over to the DVD player.
Jughead obliged, sitting down.
How could he get so lucky? What did he deserve to have someone like you? You were so kind, so beautiful, and so funny.
Jughead chuckled quietly to himself.
God, I want to marry—
Did he really just think that?
Jughead never thought he would ever get married. Especially after what happened to his parents. Jughead avoided the topic of marriage despite it never coming up between the two of you. It made him uncomfortable and brought up memories of his parents fighting and his mom and Jellybean leaving.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked at you again. You were telling him about what your day had been like so far and your beautiful E/C eyes lit up as you recalled all the details, placing the DVD in the player. You laughed that laugh Jughead loved so much as you told him about that crazy old man who confronted you about the pie in your hands as you walked to the house.
Jughead leaned back into the couch.
Maybe getting married wouldn’t be so bad after all. Especially if the person he was marrying was you.
“…head? Jughead!” you called, breaking him out of his thoughts.
“Hmm, what?” he asked, looking up at you.
You rose your eyebrows at him.
“You alright? You looked out of it for a second.” you said as you made your way to the couch, sitting next to him.
Jughead nodded as he put his arm around you. You snuggled into his side and he kissed the crown of your head.
“I’ll tell you later.” he murmured, smiling.
You smiled but stayed quiet.
The movie began to play but during the opening credits, Jughead briefly looked down at your ring finger on your left hand, wondering what your ring size was. He smiled again before turning his attention back to the movie, pulling you closer to him.
All in good time.
A/N: Ah yes, so much fluff!!! Let me know what you thought!!
Jimin: ….. Jungkook: hey, can I kiss you? Jimin, wide eyes, and red face:W-what!? No, of course not! Jungkook, pouting: why not? Jimin: I’m…saving my first kiss on my wedding day. Jungkook: Jungkook, hastily takes out papers and pens: okay, what do you like? what do you prefer? like any themes? maybe fantasy, death, ponies- wait, where should we get married? maybe on a hill, beach, forest.. or classic church? oh, what should we wear too…I was thinking…*rambles on and on*
Could you do a little fic of some sort with Noctis' sister dating Ignis and ignis proposing, and it being a big deal in the kingdom with their beloved princess getting married, maybe nsfw? Of course you do what cha want with this request if you choose to write anything like this, anyway thanks for your time, love your work, you're a very talented writer!
Ignis x fem!Reader Word Count: 2,789 NSFW
Have I ever mentioned how the “Noct’s older sister” trope is one of my favourites when it comes to FFXV fics? I love love love it. So here is some fluff and a touch of smut, but also some feelings because I love writing tender moments.
When Ignis had invited you over to his apartment for dinner, you thought nothing of it. He cooked for you all the time, always had a new recipe that he wanted you to try, so you went over to his apartment after a council meeting with your father.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you rode the elevator up. It was from your younger brother, Noctis. You checked it and quirked an eyebrow. All he had sent was a photo of him and Prompto, exaggeratedly winking at the camera. You rolled your eyes and put your phone back into your purse and walked out of the elevator once it had reached Ignis’ floor.
You knocked on the door and when Ignis opened it, you saw that he was dressed in a suit. You glanced down at your clothes, an ordinary black asymmetrical top and ripped up jeans, and then back to his formal attire.