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Punk (Chap. 5)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 2942

Warnings: Same as always

A/N:  FYI on Chap. 4 I had to go back and make a minor change bc of a continuity error.  Bucky’s hair is short (think TJ Hammond style) in this fic and i slipped up an put in a man-bun note (it’s my weakness). Sorry!  Now, back to the story….

Abandoning Wanda in your closet to hunt through the mass of new clothes you’d unceremoniously shoved in there earlier, you raced down the floor towards Nat’s room, ready to call the whole night off after that disaster of a dinner.  You rounded the corner and attempted to stop short but your socks had no grip and you crashed into a wall of muscle.  “Sorry, Sam,” you mumbled.  “You okay?” Sam laughed and steadied you back on your feet.

You heard Bucky snort from behind and winced. Great, he’d just seen you stuff your face full of Chow Mein and apple pie and now he caught you hurdling down the hallway like the giant boulder from Indiana Jones.  “He’s fine,” Bucky clapped him on the back.  “Not even you could crack this thick skull.”  

And with that he pulled Sam’s sweatshirt hood over his eyes and gave him a noogie before guffawing like a doofus and racing past you with Sam hot on his heels.

“Ay yo!  What the hell’s that mean?!” he hollered.  “And don’t touch my hair, man!”  Sam’s voice carried down the hallway as he chased your best friend.  A loud thud and muffled ‘ooof’ confirmed that he’d caught up to him and apparently rugby tackled him in the living room.

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The Friendly Wager (Part 4)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,578

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, unrealized romantic tension, drinking

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

I’m really behind on posting my parts for this challenge, I’ve got a long weekend, I wanna move this along because I’m dumb and entered another challenge, and I don’t wanna be a PIA for Kait, so I’m posting more frequently. Tags are closed.

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

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My Queen (King George III x Reader)

Originally posted by coalhillacademy

Requested by: Anonymous who wanted some fluffy King George x Reader

Summary: It’s your wedding day and you are all ready to marry your fiancé, who just happens to be the King of England! When you start having self doubts, George is there to comfort you.

Warnings: None!

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 1530

A/N: So, I loved writing this because I love King George and Jonathan Groff. To the requester, I hope this is what you were looking for. Sorry if I got any detaisl wrong about royal weddings during the 1700s. Anyway, thank you so much for everyone’s support and please feel free to leave some requests!!

You woke up and rubbed the reminiscent of sleep from your eyes. As mind started to think about the day ahead, your eyes shot open and a huge smile stretched across your face.

Today was the day you had been looking forward to for months. Today was the day you would be marrying George, the love of your life.

Jumping out of bed, you looked around the room, and your eyes landed on a bouquet of flowers. Right next to them, sat a small card with George’s fimilar handwriting. It read:

My dearest, (y/n):

You are the light of my life, and I still cannot belive that you agreed to marry me. I am eagerly anticipating the moment your beautiful figure glides down the aisle so that we may become man and wife. Until then, just know that I am thinking about you.

Forever yours,

(King) George

You smiled down at the note and brought the flowers closer to your face so you could smell their fresh scent. After setting them down, you ate the tray of breakfast that had been laid out for you.

Next, two maids came into your room to help you prepare for the ceremony. They sat you down in front of a mirror and pulled your hair into an elegant updo, curling the front sections that framed your face. Afterwards, they applied some makeup.

Finally, they laced up your corset and helped you into your wedding dress. It was a white, ballgown styled dress with lace. It had three-quarters length sleeves and a train coming off the back. You were finally allowed to see the final product when your veil was put on.

You beamed at your reflection because you felt truly beautiful. Everything felt absolutely perfect. All that was left to do was wait until the ceremony started. You thanked the maids and they offered their compliments before they left.

“You look truly radiant, miss.” the shorter one told you.

The other maid nodded and smiled at you before saying, “You almost look like a queen.”

With that, the two bowed their heads and left you alone to your thoughts.

All of the sudden, you began to get this nervous feeling in your stomach. It made you feel like you needed to throw up, so you decided to pace back and forth to keep the feeling at bay. The feeling did not go away, and the thoughts running around in your mind were not making it any better.

Your mind was a jumbled mess, but the only thing you could make out was the phrase, “You almost look like a queen.”

What was that supposed to mean? Was she mocking you? Subtly saying that you were unfit to marry King George and rule by his side?

Unfortunately, these thoughts were not anything new. Ever since the beginning of your courtship with George, you had contemplated whether you really deserved to be with him or not. All of these thoughts took you back in your memoires when you and George first began your courtship.

It was not like you were born into royalty or any sort of nobility. Your father was a black smith and your mother was a seamstress. From a young age, you were given the reasonability of looking after your younger siblings and learning the duties of a housewife.

The life your parents lived was not one you could ever be satisfied with, and you had vowed that you would make something of your life. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would end up marrying the King of England, but it happened.

You had been going into town to pick up some food, when you came across two men having a political debate. One was saying that the King (who was George at the time) was young, inexperienced, and had no right ruling the country, while the other man was defending the King.

Quickly, you had stepped in and defended the king. Eventually, the debate had ended and you turned to the man you were supporting, He asked if you could walk you home, and the rest was history.

Once you and George had been courting for a few months, (he had revealed his true identity already) he decided to let your relationship be known to the people of England. The news was not well received.

People of nobility and those you were not were appalled over the fact that you were just a commoner. Instantly, you received letters upon letters saying how you were nothing more than a dirty whore, looking to steal the government’s money and destroy the monarchy.

Each time you would receive one of these letters, George would rip it up and gather you into his arms. Then, he would draw patterns on your back, while reassuring you of his love.

You were brought from your thoughts with a sharp knock on the door. You wiped away the few tears that had slipped down your cheeks and called to see who it was.

“It’s me, my darling,” A familiar voice spoke.

The grin you wore earily returned as you heard the soothing voice of your fiancé. You took a few steps forward and you were about to open the door when a thought hit you.

“Goerge, you know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.” you chided him.

“I do not care, I want to see my beautiful bride. I cannot wait for you to officially be my queen” he admitted.

At the word queen, your smiled dropped and sat down on the nearest coach. Although a your heart was racing, you knew what you had to do.

“George?” you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. “Are you absoutlley positive that you wish to marry me?” you questioned, voice cracking in the middle.

“Of course, my love. Why would you ever doubt the love I hold for you?” he asked you, shocked at your comment.

“I-I just, I am not royality.” you admitted, half ashmaded. “And I know many people did not want that wedding to happen for that reason. And while I was preparing, one of the maids told me I almost looked like a queen. I know she didn’t mean anything by it, but it just made me worried.” you explained, rushing through your sentences.

It was awhile until George spoke again and you knew it was partially him trying to deicive what he said. Finally, you heard shifting on the other side of the door, and you saw a bit of his hand underneath the door, searching for your hand.

Smiling, you let your fingers brush against his and sighed. “(y/n),” George started. “I do not care what others say, or if you are royalty or not. All that matters is I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” he confessed.

Now, a few tears of joy slipped down your cheeks, and you brushed them away laughing gently at yourself. How could you ever think such thoughts or doubt George’s love?

After you thanked your fiancé, you heard his footsteps get further away, and you took a look at yourself in the mirror. Luckily, your makeup was still in place, and you just had to pin back your hair a bit.

Not long after your conversation with your soon to be husband, a knock was heard at the door. You knew it was time to walk down the aisle.

You gripped tightly onto your wedding bouquet and took a few deeps breath to try and calm yourself down. Then, the wedding march started and the doors opened. All heads were turned towards you and you put on your brightest smile.

Slowly, but confidently, you glided down the aisle, your dress and veil flowing gracefully behind you. As you reached the alter, you turned towards George and he was beaming right back at you. He extended his arms and pulled back your veil, showing off your radiant face.

Once vows and rings had been exchanged the officiator of the wedding asked you both a simple, yet so important question that you had the same answer to.

“I do.”

“Then I now pronounce you husband and wife.” you heard briefly.

But before you could move, you one of George’s arms wrap around of your waist, while the other cupped your cheek. He brought you into a passionate kiss, pouring all of his love into it. 

When you pulled apart, you felt happier than you ever had before in your life. Taking your hand, George gently turned the both of you to face the crowd. Gazing across the sea of people, you saw everyone smile, which boosted your own confidence.

“May I introduce for the first time, King George and Queen (y/n).”

While the crowd applauded again, George leaned in and whispered in your ear, causing you to giggle.

“Did you hear that? Your my queen.”

anonymous asked:

i'm curious about what are your thoughts about Yuri in lace lingerie?

Oh. OH.

So it starts really casual. He’s perusing the racks in one of his favourite vintage shops and starts venturing outside of his regular corners, ends up in the section with ladies nightwear for some reason. There his eyes fall on this one piece: a black silky little robe with three-quarter length sleeves. Very simple, quite short. What causes him to instantly take it over to the cash register is the big embroidered tiger on the back in a Japanese style. 

Back at home he tries on that little robe, first over this baggy shirt he wears as PJs, but the material is just so soft. So he tries it on without the shirt, feels that silk gliding over his smooth skin and is surprised by how much he loves it. Wearing the little robe in his room becomes a regular thing. It makes him feel pretty, looking at himself in the mirror, black satin on creamy skin. It makes him feel so nice in fact, he starts pleasuring himself wearing that thing. He lets Otabek finger him for the first time wearing that thing. 

His collection starts to grow. He buys a dusty pink little robe, then a creamy one with little lace trimmings and then moves on to silky and lace camisoles with matching little shorts. He ultimately sets his heart on obtaining the holy grail: lace panties. He isn’t even sure he’s going to like them, but plucks up the courage one day to just go for it. He finds that he just feels so beautiful looking at himself in the mirror, lean bare torso, creamy frilly lace, legs for days. He feels a little bit too good in them perhaps and greedily pushes them aside, while stroking himself to completion and thinks with a blush it’s probably nice to surprise Otabek with them too. 

He does so one evening over Skype with a husky “I’ve got something to show you, Beka.” Needless to say, it went over very well. So his collection of nice lingerie grows exponentially after that, a lot of pieces also gifted to him by Otabek who just loves seeing his kitten looking all pretty and spoils him. Yuri even gets sets with matching garter belts and stockings which he wears for special occasions.

So, my opinion on Yuri in lace lingerie? A+++ content.  

The Best Night Ever (and Other Cliched Titles)

So @vodka-aunt-coran wrote this post and I had to write it (I changed it just a little, I hope that’s okay)

Not really any shipping, but if you want to read it that way you could. Under a cut for length. 

“Who decided that holding a prom at the Garrison was a good idea?” Keith wondered, nodding to the flyer on the wall behind their table. “Like…a bunch of military teenagers trying to dance? Who came up with that?”

“And where did we get the funding?” Hunk demanded. “They can’t even give us air conditioning half the year, but they can somehow manage to afford one of the fanciest events that most schools ever have?”

Lance snorted, poking at what might have been Jell-O and watching it jiggle under his spoon. “Bet they won’t even get a DJ. It’ll just be Iverson in shades.”

Keith and Hunk snorted and resumed their eating, leaving Lance to glance over at Pidge, who was being suspiciously quiet. “Pidge? What’s up? This seems like the exact thing you’d be making fun of with us.”

Pidge glanced up from her sandwich (at least, it resembled a sandwich). “Hmm? Oh. Sorry. Must have zoned out. Yeah, a prom does seem…really stupid.”

Hunk and Keith instantly looked up at her, both of them with silverware halfway to their mouths. Ever since returning from space, the group had been very in sync with one another, often being praised as the best functioning team at the academy, so they could tell when something was going on with each other. “What’s wrong?” Hunk asked.

Pidge hesitated, poking at her Jell-O with her finger and frowning. “I mean…it’s your guys’ last year here. I’d think you would want to go to something like this.”

Lance rolled his eyes. “No way. We’ve already been to space. I don’t think anything titled “Greatest Night Ever” could top that.”

Hunk and Keith murmured their agreement, still watching Pidge, and the girl managed a smile. “You’re probably not wrong,” she admitted with a chuckle.

There was a long pause, and then Pidge stood up so quickly that she knocked her elbow into Lance. “I forgot to finish the homework for Peterson’s class. I’ll see you guys later.”

She picked up her tray and bolted, saluting the guard on the way out and leaving the three sitting with their jaws dropped. “What was that about?” Keith wondered.

“We didn’t have homework for Peterson last night,” Hunk noted.

Lance, rubbing his arm with a frown, glanced to the prom flyer and then back to where Pidge had left. “Something’s wrong,” he murmured. “Hunk?”

“I’m on it.”


“Okay, so I read Pidge’s diary-”

“You have got to stop doing that.”

“-AND she really wants to go to this prom. Fancy dress, shoes, hair, and everything.”

Lance and Keith glanced at one another and then leaned forwards on Lance’s bed in matching poses, legs criss crossed and elbows on their knees. “She huh?” they chorused.

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Crash and Burn 7

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing, unprotected sex, blacked out drunk, getting married in Vegas, smoking, angst, fluff, draaaaaaama!!

After a long weekend in Vegas, you wake up next to Steve Rogers with a five carat ring on your hand. A blacked out wedding in Vegas, made you Mrs. Rogers and neither of you remember a thing. The two of you agree to keep it a secret to have it taken care of when you get back to the city, but will Steve stick to the plan?? When the team starts to pick up on things going on with the two of you, they’ve got a lot of questions themselves, and you don’t have the answers to explain. Divorce lawyers, witnesses, plus signs, marriage licenses, and lies…. Will things work out or will you say the wrong thing and kick yourself later?

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Ten Years (Part 3)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,279

Warnings: language, snark, excessive unlikely events

A/N: Meh?

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

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Kiss Me

The night had taken a turn. So much so that even now, when they ought to be sound in their slumber, they stay under a twilight moon. In the midst of their surprise rendezvous, you watched as the sky took it’s starry hold in the atmosphere. Placing the clear awaking of day with the black and misty hold of night. Harry noticed the fixation of your eyes against the stars as you two sat in the midnight train. It was always on an automatic route, open cargo cars for reckless teenagers to enjoy stargazing from.

  Your eyes shone brightly under the flourishing moonlight, as did the emerald of Harry’s. The adoration between the two of you couldn’t be denied. It was a force that now, after the duration of day had taken its affect and slathered its daily warrant of fatigue upon you, still kept you aware of the stunning setting that unfolded.

“Yeh wore the dress love” He states. The deep tone of his voice cut like daggers through the chilly silk of the once silent air.

The dress wasn’t something magical. Just a simple right-below-the-knee cut, and some quarter length sleeves. The garment was something of a plain cream color, yet Harry liked the textured feeling of it under the pads of his fingers.

“You wore your shoes and shirt I see” You reply. The floral embroidery of his top bellowed under the breeze that trailed the lighting quick train. Shoes of tan sued to faintly tap against the metal floor of the cargo car. The noise echoed.

   Once again, it wasn’t something abnormal. A pretty common thing for his shirt to be a button too loose, and for his boots to come to a steady point at the edge of his toes. Another simplistic combination that held an odd meaning in your eyes. A sign of beauty in his ability to grace such an outfit. He thought it was such a shame that you couldn’t see it in yourself. Your eloquence held a focal point in the clouds of his distracted mind. A mind that had drifted away from your clothes and stayed to linger on the blurring scenery in front of him.

The environment became more familiar as the train approached your destination. It was when the train came to a sudden halt that he grabbed your frigid hand and allowed you to disembark with him. One step by one step until two pair of wiggly feet felt the ground beneath their lanky bodies.

“M'never been here this late a'night” Harry murmured subtly. The tips of his fingers dancing along the exposed skin of your dress. They felt cold and arose a chill along your flesh. A kiss was placed to your temple before he stepped a little farther ahead of you as guidance.

“You know where we’re going don’t you?” You questioned. You wish you had payed more attention to the location. The final stop would be a surprise to your eager eyes, and a glimmering joy in his. He’d plan much into this little hide out of his. “O’ course love. Found this place at nigh’. Looks beautiful.” He spoke. Something in his tone suggested that he wasn’t talking about his secret.

   The next few minutes consists of a comfortable silence. You felt the leaves crunch beneath your own shoes, and enjoyed it. The sparkling moon held a hazy reflection in the puddles you accidentally stepped in, and you twisted your head backwards every time, watching the image blurs in ripples before swaying like a mini tide. The nature of it al consumed our thoughts in a whirlwind. It was magnificent. No wonder Harry had been so eager to have you stroll your way over here. It wasn’t something you’d necessarily forget anytime soon. “Almos’ there love” He stated. He paused his waking for a second to glance at your flats that adorned your feet. He purses a smile before speaking again with a slight chuckle behind his words.

“Might wanna take those off” He spoke with a pearly grin. It was ironic how similar it was to a Cheshire Cat, even more so in the night. As you approached your destination, you could see why. There was a tree house, maybe three stories high, with dusty stairs that winded around its base and slithered around its neck. The tree had a room perches at its very tip, where the makeshift rails and wooden bridge entrance faded into a sturdy floor. Your movements were timid as you took of you shoes and placed them by the trunk neatly. He did the same with his and slowly lead you up. The view seemed to twirl as you did. A gasp escaped your lips when you entered the top. A blanket was draped under a small lamp, and a petite radio sung a mellow tune in the background. The wind sang with it through the sliver of window space. A soft heaven seemed to hang in the toasty air.

“This is… Just- Just beautiful” You gushed. The sight was really a jaw dropper. The authenticity of it all pulled at your emotions as he lead you two to take a crouching seat. You sipped on the water he had gave to you. Harry’s body remained close to yours in the small, comforting space. Your head draped against the broad curve of his shoulder before resting on the crook of his neck.

     All of your breathes were heard as you exhaled contently. The faintest of adoring smirks laid on the surface of his lips, and you couldn’t help but travel your sight towards the raspberry colored flesh. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he watched your own. Everything about you allured his body. The intoxicating scent of your detergent and shampoo that lingered in your hair after a nighttime shower. The taste of your soft knuckles at the base of his mouth as he plants kisses. The graceful sight of your smile when you giggle at a lame joke of his. The sweet sound of your voice, as if rivers and a velvet sky morphed in one along a tropical sunset.

You realized where his gaze followed moments after his trailing thoughts ended. You placed a perky smile upon them and an ungodly blush blanketed his reddened skin. Harry’s neck snapped up and looked through thick lashes. They looked dark against the tanned marble of his skin. Skin that became illuminated, even under the limited sprinkles of light.

“M’sorry.. Yeh jus’ look so beautiful now” He said in a flustered tone. It was quite cute frankly. You chuckled and he joined the laughter.

    It was nice. Having some fun. Feeling the increase of your heartbeat when his hand brushed against your thigh, or when you two ran and jumped aboard the reeling train. The lighthearted laughter fell from his mouth, continuing until you two were back down on the wooden flooring of the tree house. The windows that hung on the ceiling gave a clear view of the twilight sky. Numerous stars the crossed the dark night.

Minutes passed by, mumbles of chatter and giggles floating about. It was his constant wandering gaze that brought him back to the wonderful sight of your face. The proximity of his lips to your skin was frightening and electrifying all at once, and the mere thought alone clouded your mind. You finally gave into the irresistible urge and faced him. The strong hold of his forest green gaze held your eyes captive, swallowing your poised demeanor and replacing it with butterflies. They rumbled in anxiety as his mouth opened to speak.

“Yeh look beautiful tonight” He whispered. Harry chuckled at the thought. Your beauty was all he thought about, but he couldn’t help it if he was left for lack of words.

“As do you” You found yourself surprised at the tone of confidence your voice carried. It surely didn’t represent your feelings at the moment.

And his words fumbled in silence as his eyes drooped close and he leaned forward. Just enough so that his lips were one or two centimeters away from your own. His voice pierced your ears as he muttered. The words came out choppy and incoherent. A mixture of beginning sounds, but never an ending, for his mind could not possibly comprehend his desire for the feel of your love and mouth against his. So they came out straightforward and blunt, yet soft and feather like as they reached your ears and tickled at the goose bumps of your skin.

“I jus’- love can I jus ki- a lil’ taste. I wanna kiss yeh so bad darling”

Your hands grasped for the firm structure of his jaw and pulled him closer. To where your mouth brushed the shell of his ear. A slight gasp left his lungs. Harry’s eyes were drooping with anticipation for the soft flesh.

“So kiss me” You whispered. Your warm breath only had a moment to fan, for he tugged your arms down gently and followed your command. His sturdy fingers hooked around the bend of your ear, putting the slightest of pressure to close the sparks.

     The feeling of it all had seemed to drown out the stars themselves, only the penetration of the moon’s silver rays to be felt under his hot eyelids. All you could do was feel. That’s all you wanted to do. Feel the passion of this rendezvous and stitch the memory of it all in your heart, the place where Harry let his hand rest as you two pulled away for a quick breath. Your back falls lightly against the blanket and his body leans sideways to yours. His torso meeting the cushion comforter, but his neck craned to kiss your aching lips once more. His right hand snaked down your side and held our hand. The length of his fingers outstretching over yours, anxious to receive more. The romantic tension had made no tangible presence till now, and although it stuck out like a sore thumb in the cozy room, the sense of it all was calm and serene. No worries and no rush. Just you, Harry, and the colorless shadows he painted across the wooden tree house. You felt his glowing smile against you. He wanted to feel the tension evaporate, and so it did. It dissipated into thin air when you two fell back again against the makeshift blanket.

     The fabric of it felt like green, lush grass. Your chest slightly panting from the prolonged kiss, but heart pounding in an ecstatic charge. The view of his smile seemed crooked from the side, but you gazed upon the sky for another sight. You wanted to touch the blistering lights that the stars created. Longing for that sense of adventure to instill within your system once again. But his kisses felt like the soft stars themselves, and his smile grew you hotter than the burning sun, so you gave up the atmosphere’s stars for something more. Traded that adventure for one that laid down right besides you. For a man who held all the stars in his eyes and all the wonder in his kisses.

Who You're Meant To Be

Summary: These are the minutes before the ceremony on the reader’s wedding day.

Characters: Reader, Dean, Cas, Sam mentioned

Word Count: 727

A/N: Pure feel good fluff!

You looked at yourself in the mirror. The reflection you saw there was someone you had always wanted to be. You were a woman in love, content, happy, and completely sure of what she was about to do. Your gown was simple. There were no sparkles, no full skirt, no ruffles. It was an off the shoulder lace gown with three quarter length sleeves. It was not too body hugging and the skirt had some movement in it. You usually wore your hair loose, but today you had put it up in a bun at the nape of your neck. You wanted Sam to take it down tonight. In a few minutes, you would officially be a Winchester.

There was a soft knock on the door. You turned from the mirror. “Come in.” It was Dean. He had no doubt come to check on you and report back to your groom. You had never seen Dean in a tux before. The butterflies started fluttering in your stomach. You had never seen Sam in one either, but you were about to.

Dean walked over to you and took your hands in his. He kissed you lightly on the cheek. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. My brother is a very lucky man.”

“How is Sam?”

“He’s pacing. He can’t wait to see you.”

“Keep him calm, Dean. Tell him I’ll be holding him soon.”

Dean tilted his head. “For you, I will.” He pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket. “He wanted you to have this.”

You took the envelope from his hand. Sam had addressed it to: Y/N, my love, the woman who will be my wife. “I’m going to give you some privacy so you can read that.” You nodded still staring at the envelope. Then you looked up at the man who would soon be your brother. “I’ll tell him what you said.”

Dean turned and opened the door to leave. “Dean, tell him I love him.” He smiled and gave you a thumbs up.

You sat down with the letter. Your hands were slightly shaking as you opened it.


You make me feel things I have never felt before, and right now all I can think about is
spending the rest of my life with you. I’ll make you happy. I will live to see you smile. You
are beautiful in every way. I’m going to tell you every day and never let you forget. You are
everything that’s right and good in the world, Y/N. I will do all I can to be the
man you deserve.

My home is wherever you are. You’ve made me feel secure, and I didn’t think I’d ever have
that. I am going to remember everything about this day, so I can tell our children about it.
You are precious to me, my bride. Thank you for choosing me.

All my love is yours always,
You dabbed the tears at your eyes with the handkerchief you would be carrying today that had belonged to your grandmother. Cas appeared in time to see you press the letter to your heart. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Aren’t humans supposed to be happy on their wedding day?”

You smiled your most radiant smile. “I am happy Cas. Happier than I’ve ever been. Will you sit with me? The waiting is hard.”

“Of course. Is that what I’m supposed to do?”

“Yes, that’s what an attendant does. You are my bride’s angel, so that’s what you do. Do you have Sam’s ring?”

“It’s here.” He reached in his pocket to retrieve it and gave it to you. You held it in your hand. It would practically fit around two of your fingers. You brought it to your lips and kissed it before handing it back to Cas.

The church bells began to ring. Cas said, “I think that means Chuck’s here. It won’t be long now.” The butterflies in your stomach made their presence known again, stronger this time. It wasn’t everyone who got married by God himself.

“Will I be a good wife, Cas?”

“You already are. Nothing will change today except your name.”

Cas looked off into the corner of the room, then back at you. “Chuck says it’s time. Sam is waiting for you at the altar. Are you ready?”

You took his arm. “Completely.”

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Highest Bidder - Chapter 3 (Eric X OC)

Rating: M - Smut, Swearing and Rough Sex/ Assault…..****Possible Trigger Warning**** if you are sensitive to this subject matter, please read with caution.

Genre: Romance/Humour

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A new stand-alone story with Fox and Eric!


Fox paced her apartment, eyeing the clock. Tris and Christina had ambushed her right after work and dragged her back to her apartment, where Christina immediately deduced that Fox had zero appropriate dresses in her closet to wear to Pierson’s and had sprinted back to her own place, returning minutes later with five dresses. Three Fox immediately rejected as too trashy; and had finally settled on the more modest of the remaining two. Black, cut to mid thigh and ruched, it had a simple deep V-cut neckline and three-quarter length sleeves.

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Love or Hate (Part 4 of 13)

Summary: AU. When the reader’s shot at a better life is stolen from her, she continues to see the person responsible all over town. After a series of unfortunate events, will she learn that there’s a fine line between love and hate?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,030

Warnings: language, excessive snark, drinking, childish behavior, anger!

A/N: Reader gets revenge, but Bucky doesn’t like having a taste of his own medicine. Was it worth it? It’s making me insane. Sorry for the lateness, yesterday was crazy.

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 -

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black friday and scarves!

I just did Black Friday, but here is scarves. Which is a tough one!

scarves: if you could only wear one outfit for the rest of your life what would it be?

The idea of spending the rest of my life in one outfit is honestly horrifying to me.

In reality: I guess some combination of dark jeans, a top with a subtle square-cut neckline and three-quarter length sleeves, a cute army-style jacket on top, and some kind of floral print boots.

In a fantasy reality: 

[image: two photos, the first of an actor at a red carpet event wearing a mid-length cape that looks like it’s made of large golden feathers. The second photo is of a model wearing a floor-length ombre teal gown with an embroidered crescent moon on the bodice, and a colourful, wild pattern of realistic birds, moths, butterflies, flowers, plants, and fruit on the full skirt.]

Baby, Come Home (2/?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing

A/N: You were apart of The Avengers, in love with Captain America and suddenly everything is different. Two years later, you’re engaged to a man named Ryan and telling yourself you’re over Steve Rogers and The Avengers, but that might not be the truth. When your secrets start coming to the surface, you have to face the reality that you’ve been trying to bury for two years. Will you say I Do picturing Steve’s face or will you come to your senses and face what’s staring back at you?

(Steve POV in some places, italics are flashbacks)

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Your light blue, three quarter length sleeve button down was tucked into your calf length, black pencil skirt, your black heels crunched dirt under your shifting feet. Your hair in waves falling over your shoulders blows in the light summer breeze, you had on black sunglasses, your painted light pink lips pressed together. You watched as he came into your line of sight, you stood at one of the many entrances to Central Park knowing he didn’t know you where there. His grey sweatpants fit perfectly on his hips, the red under armor shirt clinging to his arms and chest in that way that made your mouth water, even after all this time.

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35. “Why are you looking at me like that?” + ‘waistband’ fic trope (2 in 1 or what have you)

Steve stared at Tony’s waist as his top slowly rode up. He was standing on top of a chair, reaching to get something on top of the shelf.

His tanned, golden skin shone, his low-waist trousers hanging on tightly to his hips, highlighting his curves and accentuating his butt perfectly, of which Tony may or may not be aware of. Steve wanted to tell him either way.

Tony groaned as his arm struggled to reach what he was trying to, and his feet left the chair as he tried to pull himself up onto the shelf.

No, I can do this, Tony thought to himself. Don’t need anyone’s help. I… nearly got it… He heard some shuffling about behind him and peeked a look behind him to see Steve coming up to him, and he planted his feet down on the chair.

Tony scowled. “What are you looking at?” He asked a bit irritably.

Steve smiled in spite of himself. “You need help with that?” Steve pointedly didn’t answer the comment and gestured to Tony’s struggle trying to reach a box, it would seem, at the back of the high shelf.

“No,” Tony said right away. “Of course not, I totally got this. If you’re here to mock me, then don’t bother.”

“I - no, I wasn’t going to – I was just -” Steve stopped and sighed, and went up to lightly pinch Tony’s t-shirt. “Just, please come down. Let me help.”

Tony ignored Steve and pushed up one more time to try and get it, only to latch onto the shelf above him as his feet left the chair and were left dangling again. His eyes widened at his predicament.

“You need a hand there?”

Tony groaned.

Steve came closer with his arms stretched out. “Okay, okay, I gotcha.”

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Ungovernable Chaos Part 2 (Naito / Okada / OC)

Part One is here. Hope everyone who asked for part 2 enjoys this and sorry for the delay!!

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It’s complicated. Part 7

Noctis x female reader

Is it really part 7 already? I mean I wasn’t intending to go this far but hey ho. It keeps my mind busy. Please reblog or like if you enjoy it. Im happy to receive any comments or advice peeps. Tagging @airlea-sicarius , @angel-dream , @goldenbluebunny and @dlb113 .

After the events that occurred in the tunnel it was decided by the group it would be best to turn back. You weren’t included in the decision though. You wanted to push on. You argued that it might be your only chance to get to Gunner but they were having none of it. Admittedly you threw a strop like a five year old. Arms folded, heels dug into the ground, refusing to budge. This attitude did you no favours.

It was an opportunity for Gladio to grab you and firemans lift you over his shoulder with a smug look on his face all the while your kicking and screaming for him to put you down.
“Put me down you big fat assed behemoth!” This did not help the situation. In fact it only made Gladio more determined.

“You been looking at my ass?” You walked into that one.

“Shuddup” You eventually gave in and let him carry you all the way back out the tunnel. The rest of the group trailing behind with amused looks on their faces.

Gladio was a cocky shit at the best of times but his heart was in the right place “You wanna talk about what happened back there?” He asked you looking straight ahead. He said it in a low voice so that the others didn’t hear.

“We nearly got burnt to a crisp, that’s what happened” You say cockily. Clearly trying to deflect the question in another direction.

“Emphasis on the nearly. What you did? Ain’t nothin like I seen before. Sure your not like your sis?” He asked as if he was trying to work it out for himself.

You thought about it already. How Crowe had magical capabilities but you never showed any. Well. Until now “I Dunno, maybe…..It was….really cool though!” Your mouth grew into a wide smile. You had your elbow resting on Gladio’s back, resting the palm of your hand on your chin. You were surprisingly comfortable being carried like this.

“Haha that it was! Maybe you just needed a trigger” He says, clearly in thought again.

“A trigger?” You ask curiously.

“Yeah. Something that made you feel sad, angry, happy….though im pretty sure you weren’t happy. What were you feeling at the time?” What Gladio was saying was actually making sense. You’ve never felt the way you did in that moment.

You answered honestly “I guess I felt……alone. Not the usual feeling you get….more like….everyone around me was dying and if they died…..then I wouldn’t have anyone….and that made me sad….because I didn’t want to be alone. And then that sadness turned into anger I guess…because why should I have to be alone”

“Make’s sense really with everything you’ve been through. Think you might need to tell Crowe though” He pointed out.

“Yeah I know” Gladio suddenly lifted you off his shoulder and dropped you to your feet.

“C’mon lets get back to the citadel and come up with a plan B” He gently nudged your shoulder and smiled. You nodded in response. You looked over at the others who were all talking a ways behind.

“Hurry up slow pokes!” You shouted to them.

All of them groaned in response and you couldn’t help but laugh. They all made you feel like you belonged somewhere again and you were beginning to feel like they were your family. Your new family.


You were back at the citadel in your room. Crowe had popped by to see you and you had told her about what had happened in the tunnel. She told you that it would be a wise idea to spend some time with her and see if she can get to the bottom of what happened. She believed that you probably had magical capabilities like her but what magic it was, she didn’t know. But before that she had invited you to a small party, celebrating one of the Glaive’s birthdays. You cringed when she asked you to go. Truthfully you were never very good at interacting with groups of people. But she just slapped you on the shoulder and told you to woman up. She made sure you were well dressed too. Having one of the butlers deliver a light purple dress that went just above the knees, three quarter length sleeves and just below the neckline. Also delivered were pretty little white shoes with a slight heel and a strap that went over the top. This was completely out of your comfort zone. You looked in the mirror, brushing out the creases. Checking yourself out. You did the best you could with your hair, it was nice enough. You put on a very small amount of makeup. A light pink lipstick and a bit of blush to lighten your complexion. You sighed deeply “Lets just get this over and done with”.

The small party wasn’t as small as you thought. There was at least a hundred people. It took place in the ballroom. You assume the King allowed it for one night. It’s the least he could do considering what the Glaive’s do for him and the kingdom. You didn’t even know who’s birthday it was. There were body’s everywhere. You were stood with Crowe drinking your drink through a straw.

“You shouldn’t drink alcohol through a straw ya know? It goes to your head quicker” She pointed out.

“That’s a load of rubbish” You say rolling your eyes.

“Your gunna be eating those words later!” She chuckled.

“Whatever!” You jest. You see a tall blonde guy waving at Crowe in the distance. She nods and smiles back at him “He looks cute” You say nudging Crowe and wiggling your eyebrows.

“That’s Luche”

“Asshat….a cute asshat” Crowe laughed and clinked her drink against yours “Six! This party is sooo boring!” You throw your head back and groan “Even the music’s lame!”

You felt Crowe nudge you from the side “Well….maybe he can make your night a bit better” She gestured over your shoulder. You turned to see Noctis stood by the door with his hands in his pockets talking to Prompto. Prompto had his camera out taking photo’s. Noctis was wearing a plain white shirt which was hanging out of his black trousers scruffily with his shirt sleeves rolled up. You wondered how him just wearing that made him look so hot. You turned your head to look back at Crowe to find she was no longer there. She had ditched you. On purpose no doubt. You turned to look back at Noctis only to find Prompto’s camera in your face.

“Say cheeeese” He said playfully before snapping a picture of you. The flash practically blinding you in the process “Looking good Y/N!” He said before skipping into the crowd and taking photo’s of the others. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You took another sip of your drink and looked to where Noctis was. Gone. You couldn’t help but feel disappointment. You had hoped he would of noticed you like Prompto did. You took another sip of your drink. And another. And another. You hadn’t realised you were doing it and slowly found yourself becoming light headed. It felt weird. You decided to put the drink down and head out for some fresh air.

You walked through the crowd, heading towards the balcony. You found yourself suddenly stopping. Noctis was stood directly in front of you. He wasn’t looking at anyone else in the room but you. His mouth wearing that famous smirk that you’ve grown to know so well. You smirked back at him. It appears the little tipple you just had has given you extra courage. Courage to flirt with your eyes and smile. Courage to play a little game with the prince. You decided to turn left into the crowd, weaving in and out of people. You kept looking back to make sure he was he was following. Oh yes he was. You couldn’t hold back the giggle that was creeping up your throat. You took a right turn. Looking back Noctis was no longer there. You stopped and looked around. Trying to see him through the crowd. Slightly upset that he didn’t want to play your game you decided to carry on and head for the balcony but a gentle grip took your wrist and brought you to a halt.

“Looking for someone?” Noctis said cheekily. His cerulean eyes were glowing in the light. He looked utterly gorgeous.

“Maybe” You responded with sass. Noctis slightly tugged your wrist, urging you to come closer to him. You didn’t retaliate.

“Does his highness wish to dance with me?” You said as you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck. Earning a blush from the prince.

“Is someone a bit drunk?” He said smugly.
You waved your finger in in his face and said “Not drunk…..just a bit tipsy”

“Then I guess im going to have to keep in an eye on you” He was being incredibly flirtatious with you. He stopped and looked around the room. A few of the peoples eyes were on both of you. He gently removed your hands from his neck “ Walk with me?” You nodded and smiled as you both headed towards the balcony.

It was a peaceful night. The stars were out and the moon shining brightly. The water was still. A slight chill in the air. You felt relaxed. You heard Noctis behind you trying to clear his throat and taking a deep breath. You twirled around and smiled at him. You were making his heart melt.

“You look really pretty tonight” He said looking at the ground. You might of felt relaxed but he didn’t. He seemed unusually nervous.

“Thanks!” You say taking a step towards him. You felt slightly light headed and could feel you body swaying from side to side. You went and took a seat on the bench that overlooked the city. Noctis followed behind. He sat next to you but a distance away.

You sighed and swung your legs back and forth on the bench while looking up at the sky “Do you think we’re ever going to find Gunner? He always seems to be one step ahead of us” You asked Noctis.

“Yeah we will…..im not going to let him get away with what he did to you” Noctis replied. You looked over at him. He was content, looking out at the city.

“What he did to me? Shouldn’t you be more worried about finding the sceptre?” You chuckled.

“I should but…….” He stopped, looking down again. You knew what he was going to say but you didn’t want him to go through the embarrassment, so you changed the subject.

“Gladio said that only you or Regis could wield the sceptre. I keep wondering why your so desperate to get it back if only you guys can use it” You said pretending to think out loud.

“It’s more complicated than that. True, only dad and I can use it but the power it contains within? That’s what’s scary. If Gunner or the Niffs find a way to release that power then….I really don’t know what’ll happen” Noctis looked like he was trying to figure it out in his head.

“Well one thing I do know is that I’ll throw down everything in life to stop them. They…I mean Gunner has taken everything from me. I have no home, no purpose, no life” You felt dead inside when those words left your mouth. You stood from the bench and headed towards the railing at the end of the balcony “I constantly feel like im falling even though im stood still” You put your hands on the railing, kicked your shoe’s off and pulled yourself up. You leant against the rail and looked down “I wonder if im ever going to hit the ground and if I do….will it be a soft landing or a hard landing” You started laughing to yourself. You probably weren’t making any sense to Noctis.

“Y/N?” You looked back to see Noctis offering his hand out to you. He was probably thinking you were going to jump “I swear to the six if you don’t get down from there……”

You looked back into the distance “Noct?…. would you catch me?”

“I’ll always catch you Y/N” And he did just as he said as you pushed yourself off the railing, his arms catching you before you hit the floor. You giggled causing Noctis to smile. “I think the fresh air hasn’t done you any good” He said chuckling. You rested your head into the crook of his neck and held him tight. “You know Y/N….what you were saying about having no purpose or life? I think you do. I think your making a new life”

“You do?” You asked as Noctis carefully lowered you to your feet.

“Yeah. I think your making a new life with us…..” His cheeks were flushed “With me”

“W….wit….with you?” Butterflies were rolling in your stomach.

“You know…like…Uhhh..Ummmm….” You weren’t sure if he was meant to say that. But hearing those words made you feel extremely happy. You looked into his eyes. You wanted him to look at you but he wouldn’t. You were internally screaming ‘Tell me!’. But you understood it was very uncomfortable for him. Maybe this wasn’t the right time. Besides you had had a bit to drink. You weren’t drunk but being under the influence in these sorts of conversations don’t usually end well. At least you don’t think they do.

You smiled at Noctis. You turned on your feet to get your shoe’s but just as you did, you somehow managed to loose your footing and slightly stumble, twisting your ankle “Ow! Ow! Ow! Shit! Shit! Shit!” You shouted as you hopped around on one foot. Noctis was in hysterics. “Nooooct don’t laugh at me! Help me” You whined.

“Your always so clumsy” He said as he put his arm around you to support you. He helped you back over to the bench.

“Hehe, just give it a minute it should heal up. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve done that!” You laughed. This time Noctis sat closer to you not removing his arm from your waist. “Im sorry you’ve had to babysit me tonight”

“It’s fine. I’ve rather enjoyed it to be honest” He said chuckling to himself. You scowled at him playfully.

“Thanks Noct and I want to apologise for the way I shouted at you the other day. I didn’t mean it. I was in a bad place” You said honestly.

“It’s ok. I know what it’s like. You bottle so much up because you don’t want people to know how your feeling. But you keep it in for so long that one day you just can’t take it anymore and the words just come flooding out” He looked deep in thought.

“Is there something you wanted to talk about?” You asked curiously.

“Huh? Oh no….I was just saying that I’ve been there….so I get it. But if you ever need a shoulder to cry on or need to blow off some steam….then im always happy to listen” His words meant so much to you. He’s always so sweet and kind. You were beginning to sober up. Things were clearer.

“You know….we’re missing the party?” You looked into the ballroom. People were still chatting and laughing. You stood and Noctis kept his hand on your back to make sure you had your balance. You were hobbling slightly still but the pain wasn’t as bad. You slid your feet back into your shoes. Luckily the straps weren’t too tight so it was an easy fit. Noctis stayed close to you not leaving your side.

“Do we have to go back in there?” He asked you. Sounding fed up.

“Well…..they have proper music playing now and looks like everyone’s getting their groove on. It might be a bit more interesting” You saw Noctis’ face turn into disappointment. ‘Does he seriously want to stay out here and talk?’ You thought to yourself. “Or…..we could stay here and freeze” You suggested jokingly.

“I’ll keep you warm” Word vomit. You could see it in his eyes. What came out he was essentially just thinking. You raised your brows as if to say ‘Did he seriously just say that’. He groaned and face palmed at the same time. You burst into laughter. Trying to take his embarrassment away.

“And how do you intend to do that?” You asked “You don’t have a jacket. Unless of course your willing to give me your shirt?” You decided to turn it into a light hearted joke. You were also unintentionally flirting with him.

Noctis’ embarrassed face quickly turned into a cheeky one. He was willing to play along.
“Im not sure you could handle what’s under here” He opened his arms out. He was challenging you. You always accepted a challenge.

“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that!” You said. Marching towards him and going for his shirt. Noctis grabbed your wrists playfully as you fought against him but of course he was too strong for you. “Noct your hurting me!” You lied. He immediately let go giving you the opportunity to grab his shirt. He became wise and started tickling your sides. Both your laughter was ringing out around the Citadel. You hated being tickled. “Noct! Stop! Stop!” He wasn’t stopping. You put your hands on his shoulders to try and push him back but no luck. He wasn’t giving in.

You don’t know why you decided to do what you did next. Possibly because it was all you could think of doing to bring him to a halt. Possibly because it was what you wanted to do. Probably both.
You crashed your lips into his. Sure enough he immediately stopped tickling you. The kiss was messy, panicky to begin with but soon enough your lips melded together. His hands were lightly gripping your waist whilst yours were strongly gripping his shirt. Sure enough you were kissing him out of desperation. Desperation because you wanted him to stop tickling you. Desperation because you wanted him. So many thoughts running through your mind but one thought stuck ‘What the hell am I doing!’ You forced yourself to pull back and pushed yourself off of him.

“Six! Im so sorry!” You placed your hand over your mouth “I….I don’t know what I was thinking! I shouldn’t have……It was wrong and stupid…..” You were mortified and disgusted with yourself.

“Y/N……It’s ok….” Noctis tried to calm you down but you were hysterical.

“Ok? That was not ok! Your the prince of Lucis! And me? Im…..im nothing! You shouldn’t be ok with that! What I just did can never happen again!” You were walking up and down and round in circles all the while scolding yourself.

“Y/N please….” You stopped and looked at Noctis who was clearly worried about your state of mind.

“I……I have to go” You pushed passed Noctis and entered the ball room. Your eyes stinging, fighting back the tears. You fought through the crowd. Doing everything possible to get the hell out of there. You could hear Noctis calling your name in the distance as you opened the doors and exited the ballroom.

You returned to your room and changed into something more comfortable. You grabbed any essentials you needed and put them in a backpack. You left the room and headed towards the armoury. You grabbed a small blade and a gun.You looked around and all seemed quiet. You opened a window leading to the Citadel gardens and climbed out. Dropping and landing on your feet. You felt a sharp pain run up your ankle. Forgetting you hadn’t long twisted it.
You made for the wall and clambered over it.

You were now outside the Citadel walls. You were on your own and you did the only thing you thought you were good at. You ran. You ran back towards the tunnel where everyone could of died. You weren’t thinking. You were alone in the streets of Insomnia in the middle of the night. At least you thought you were alone. What you didn’t know was Gunner had been waiting patiently for this moment. For you to be alone without the protection of others. He’d been watching you from a distance. Biding his time. And now he was trailing behind you in the shadows.

Eiko Ishioka: Celebrating the designer’s extraordinary costumes for Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Today’s Google Doodle celebrates the life of Japanese visual artist and designer Eiko Ishioka (1938-2012) on what would have been her 79th birthday.

Born in Tokyo, Ishioka trained in advertising before casting her unique eye for patterns and detail towards more creative avenues, designing sets, costumes and promotional materials for operas, album covers, music videos and movies, working with such cutting-edge artists as Miles Davis, Björk and Tarsem Singh.

Ishioka’s best-known and most enduring work remains the Oscar-winning costumes she created for Bram Stoker’s Dracula in 1992, a spectacular restaging of the classic 1897 horror novel from Francis Ford Coppola, director of The Godfather trilogy (1972-90) and Apocalypse Now (1979). The pair met when Ishioka designed the Japanese poster for the latter film and struck up a friendship.

Given imaginative free-rein by Coppola, Ishioka’s costumes for star Gary Oldman brought the vampire count to life and freed him from the black cape and evening wear the character had become associated with through iconic Universal and Hammer portrayals by Bela Lugosi and Christopher Lee.

Her vivid designs are crucial to Dracula’s arresting visual impact - a contribution rivalled only by Polish composer Wojciech Kilar’s stirring orchestral score - and do much to counteract the film’s somewhat questionable casting choices, with Keanu Reeves as wooden as a stake playing heroic lead Jonathan Harker.

Here are five of Ishioka’s most extraordinary creations from an under-appreciated movie packed with invention.

Blood red armour

Coppola’s film opens on the plains of Eastern Europe, where Oldman’s Vlad Tepes is leading an army of Christian knights into battle against invading hordes from Turkey. Victorious, he returns home to find his bride, Elisabeta (Winona Ryder), has killed herself - believing him dead - and forsakes god in despair.

Ishioka clads Vlad in an all-crimson suit of armour replicating the sinewy texture of flayed muscle, its helmet cast in the shape of a wolf’s head. Impractical, historically improbable but an utterly gorgeous flight of fancy.

Dragon’s tail kimono

When English estate agent Harker first arrives at Castle Dracula, he is greeted by the count wearing a flowing scarlet silk kimono that trails behind him, a gold phoenix embroidered on its breast.

Decrepit, ravaged by age and blood-starved, the robe gives the craven creature an Old World elegance and refinement at odds with the decay of his failing body. It’s the most clearly oriental design Ishioka brings to the film and one of cinema’s most unforgettable costumes.

Satanic vestments

The clothing the count wears in Transylvania nods to the character’s ancient lineage and provides a direct contrast to the Bond Street tailoring he favours in the West.

The billowing metallic gown above, rich in jewels and patchwork curlicues, resembles a bishop’s vestments and is entirely in keeping with the Satanic perversion of Christianity the demon represents.

Clothing as character

The 19th century gowns worn by Dracula’s female leads - Ryder and Sadie Frost - are largely true to the period but Ishioka nevertheless finds room to introduce unique character notes.

Frost’s Lucy Westenra, for instance, is introduced wearing a peppermint green party dress patterned with entwined snakes, a motif hinting at the character’s overt sexuality, which Dracula will duly exploit. Later bitten and laid to rest, Lucy rises from the grave in an Elizabethan burial gown whose lace ruff was inspired by an Australian frill-necked lizard - typical of Ishioka’s left-field approach.

The open-necked red gown worn by Ryder above leaves Mina Harker vulnerable to the monster’s fangs while simultaneously conveying the character’s latent passion and sensuality, its three-quarter length sleeves capturing the drama of the Romantic period.

Sunglasses after dark

Never afraid to play with chronology, Ishioka’s move to modernise Dracula culminates in the revolutionary, though entirely practical, decision to hand him a pair of sunglasses.

Rejuvenated by fresh transfusions upon his arrival in London, the younger count tours the West End in a fine charcoal top coat, waistcoat and matching hat, his dandyish shades shielding him from fatal sunlight and adding a steampunk flavour to the production, repeated in the striped straightjacket Tom Waits’s Renfield sports in the asylum.

New Story - Take Me To Church [1/?]

Emma Swan returned to her southern hometown of Storybrooke to pick up the pieces of her last shattered relationship, determined to rebuild her life in the one place she swore she’d never return to. What she didn’t expect was the new priest and the journey of passion, love, and redemption he would take her on. [Priest!Killian Modern AU]

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Chapter 1: Not Your Average Sunday

“Emma! Hurry up or we’re going to be late!”

Emma Nolan rolled her eyes as her mother’s voice carried from downstairs. The woman was habitually late for every aspect of her life but the thought of being late for a Sunday Mass would send Mary Margaret Nolan into an absolute frenzy of promptness. Running a hand through her blonde locks Emma quickly checked her reflection in the full length mirror hanging on the back of her bedroom door.

Most of her clothes were still in New York - there was only so much she could fit in her small bug - but having grown up with her mother she at least had the presence of mind to bring a few Sunday pieces with her. The champagne colored summer dress fell to just a few inches above her knees, flaring out slightly at the waist to create an almost swaying effect as she walked. She kept her accessories simple - her favorite dust rose clutch, the small pearl drop earrings her father had given to her on her twenty-second birthday, and the ever present Swan necklace she had worn since she was seventeen. Her make up was simple and her blonde locks cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves with the champagne heels she had bought at Ruby’s insistence during the brunette’s last trip to New York rounding out her outfit.

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