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Suits, volleyball, and all the headcanon in between.

[Terushima, Futakuchi, Noya, Tanaka, Ushijima and Tendou here]
[Akiteru, Kei, Kageyama and Hinata here]
[Ladies of Karasuno here]

Kuroo.

  • Black on black. No tie, open two-buttoned suit jacket that hugs his waist, the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. Tailored wingtip derbies, black and matte- polished to perfection.
    • He’s actually the one who dislikes wearing suits the most (I mean, have you seen the guy, he literally looks like he throws on whatever he has lying on his bed).
    • Oh, but if you challenge him, or if the need arises- he’s going to be the sexiest guy in the room because he sure as hell isn’t going to lose at anything.
      • Hours of research and a lot of changing rooms is not going to be for nothing. If he’s going to suffer, he’s going to do some real damage before he goes (namely to your short-circuited brain and perhaps severe blood loss via nosebleed).
    • He tried the red and black combination once, until a girl actually came up to him and asked him which host club he worked at, and he’s stuck to black from then on.
    • Those undone buttons on his shirt? Collarbones. They’re so sharp that they can slice through paper, and it makes his neck slimmer and his smirk all the sexier.
    • Everything’s been absolutely tailored at least twice, and it’s so on purpose. Can you imagine those legs- miles and miles of slim height and oh, he knows you’re staring. He’ll wink right back.
      • Now that he thinks about it, he’s never had to buy his own drink before, and thus Kuroo’s legendary alcohol tolerance was born.

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My Boy Builds Coffins (3/? aka Mortician Yuuri and Goth Victor)

“Victor glides into his office thirteen minutes late, Wayfarers on, velvet lapels billowing, and “Friday I’m In Love” sung in a low whisper.

“It’s Wednesday,” calls the bitter and world-weary child intern Yuri Plisetsky. “Also I’m revoking your Goth card.”

“The Cure is technically Goth,” calls his CFO/CPA Chris Giacometti. Chris has a blond undercut and leans more towards jewel tones as he’s firmly a winter. “Though I mean, maybe not that specific song.”

Victor smiles at him as he opens the door to his office. The space is industrial and minimalist save for the decor choices—velvet sofas with sleek lines and an aubergine chandelier commissioned by a hipster artist Victor saw on display in SoHo. 

If Yuri hadn’t interviewed in a suit, Victor wouldn’t have hired him because the lemon-yellow leopard print he sports upends the curated aesthetic.

Georgi, who depending on how well his partnership with ladylove Anya is going, matches or not. When they’re well, he’s more in bright colors and Halsey. When they are having strife, he’s in grays and Lana del Ray. Right now there’s murmurings of Anya wanting to explore romantic anarchy so he’s kind of somewhere in between.

Victor fell into a google and r/relationships hole for two hours to make heads or tails of “romantic anarchy” before he gave up and contemplated suggesting Georgi put them on a break. Call him old fashioned but being an Elder Goth with a lifelong partner and their herd of fabulous poodles sounds much preferable.

The lifelong partner in this fantasy now represented by a stunningly beautiful man with coal-black hair, glasses, and warm eyes the color of a fine piece of cherry wood. Victor wakes up his iMac and blares baroque styled love songs by long-gone cult artists.

“Oh my God,” cries Mila as she comes into the room in all her lipstick-lesbian glory. She’s the rare redhead that works the hell out of pink, choosing to do so today in a dress she got from Mod Cloth on sale and a pair of gold heels. “What did you do? Who is he?”

“He’s named Yuuri,” Victor says with a grin. “He wears mostly black, drives a hearse, and likes Dragon Frappucinos.” His eyes twinkle at her. “Annnnd he’s meeting me for lunnnnchhhhhh. Pookkeeeee bowlllllssss!”

Mila laughs and grins. “Sounds like you should be playing ‘At Last’ instead of…” she trails off as she walks around the desk to look at his Spotify. “’You Are the One’ by Shiny Toy Guns.”

“I contain multitudes,” Victor huffs. “And he is perfect. I want six.”

“Six what?” Mila asks as she unlocks the company iPhone.

Victor gives her a blank look. “Six…Yuuris? One for every day and one for the weekend? Duh.”

Mila sighs and laughs at once. “God. Young love.”

Victor pouts as she exits his office with a chirp of congratulations.

He wants to Postmates bagels and cream cheese or maybe fancy doughnuts because he’s in such high spirits when Chris knocks on his open door. “Got a few?” he asks. He’s wearing his glasses today, round metal frames akin to John Lennon that are both chic and outdated, a warm emerald shirt showing off his wushu and pilates toned chest, and a pair of dark jeans. 

It’s fairly casual at Living Legend Enterprises. Victor is only so formally attired because of the chance to see Yuuri again. Generally he lets them wear whatever, he doesn’t care as long as they aren’t unwashed or overly sloppy. 

Yuri mentioned possibly dying streaks in his hair, and Victor cheerfully said for him to go for it. He only cares if it’s ugly.

“Yes, Chris,” Victor says. He lowers the volume of his music.

“Well,” Chris says. “I’m reviewing our budget, end of the fiscal year thing. And…I think it’s okay to bring one another full timer on board. That deal with the wineries in Napa is gonna help us out for a long time, and we can handle the overhead without much risk.”

Victor smiles. “Amazing! Get with Mila for the ad.”

“Of course,” Chris replies. He winks, his glasses making it cute but also roguish. “We’ll run the finer points by you for qualifications.”

“Since they’re a second Georgi, just follow his,” Victor says. “It’s neater.”

“Makes sense,” Chris says with a nod.

“Let me know when we have viable applicants, so the three of us can kvetch over who to interview,” Victor says. “No LinkedIns without photos. I mean it.”

Chris gives him a saucy face as he exits.

Victor gets approximately 100% jack shit accomplished. He’s too busy mooning over Yuuri’s beautiful face, his slighty soft round cheeks, the flecks of amber in his brown eyes, the careful messiness of his hair. He’s so cute and perfect. Victor can’t wait for lunch.

Fortunately, at 1:09 Yuri comes in unannounced. “Ugh, there’s some square here in a suit with my name, says he’s picking you up for some kind of dorky bs.”

“It’s lunch, Yuri,” Victor says as he rockets out of his seat. He fixes himself in the full length black framed mirror. Ah yes. 10/10 would date, heckin’ handsome.

“Whatever,” Yuri grumbles. “The guy is a pocket protector and a math book short of being shaken down for his lunch money.”

“Does that still happen?” Victor wonders.

“Nah, it’s a lot worse and meaner, too,” Yuri responds. “Regardless, that geek you ordered from Amazon Now has arrived.”

Victor rolls his eyes. When he enters the lounge, he sees Yuuri perched on the midnight blue velvet chaise thumbing through Nylon on the iPad. His suit jacket rests over the arm, and his dress shirt’s sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. His forearms are nicely toned. His light blue tie is horrendous. “Hiii,” Victor coos.

Yuuri looks up and adjusts his glasses. He’s cute, rosy cheeked and with a bashful smile. “Hi, Victor. Ready?”

“Born ready,” Victor says. 

Yuuri flushes deeper and clears his throat. “Walk or drive?”

Victor spots that Yuuri managed to get rock star parking. The cafe is a half a block. “Walk,” he says though he longs to ride in that fabulous hearse. It’s not fair for Yuuri to lose prime parking real estate. Victor takes the jacket and hangs it in their black wardrobe. He reaches out and takes Yuuri’s hand in his. 

“Come with me,” he says with a bright smile.

Yuuri hesitates but lets Victor escort him down the sidewalk to The Ramen Bar. It’s crowded but not so bad they can’t manage the wait, and when they get a  table, Victor orders a Boozy Boba for himself. Yuuri gets a Lychee Oolong tea with rosewater jelly. 

“Do you not drink?” Victor asks. He’s curious, not picking.

“Not during the work day,” Yuuri replies as he sips his tea. He swirls the straw around clockwise five times. “I don’t want to risk forfeiture or suspension of my license.”

“License,” Victor muses. His index finger touches his lips. “Sales? Insurance? Cosmetology?”

Yuuri bites his lip, and Victor wants to do the same, tug on the plush pink skin  with his teeth while he wrecks Yuuri’s hair and shirt collar. “Um, well…my family has a funeral home. It’s been ours since my grandparents immigrated here. My father owns it now that they’ve passed, and my sister and I will be the joint owners when he retires with our mom.”

Oh. Oh wow. Victor’s more in love than he has been his entire life ignoring the first moment NorCal Poodle Rescue introduced him to a puffy brown puppy he now calls Makkachin. 

Makka gets his ears dyed pink or purple every time Victor has him groomed.

“That’s so amazing!” Victor exclaims. “What a cool line of work. I’m so intrigued.”

Yuuri stares at Victor as if he’s never been told anything like that in his life. Actually, it’s more like he’s staring as if Victor just informed him he’s suffering from upside-down face disorder. 

“Really?” Yuuri squeaks.

They order their food—Victor gets the poke trio bowl, Yuuri the octopus by itself. It’s far too warm for ramen or anything hot to eat. 

“Yes! I’ve always found funerals calming. There’s something soothing about them, especially the religious ones. Like Catholic funerals with all the Latin rites. I don’t know. I don’t want people to die—” Victor is careful to clarify. “But the actual ritual of grief and letting go…I find it quite lovely.”

Yuuri keeps staring, eyes wide and bright like a startled cat. He cracks the knuckles on his index fingers. Yuuri fidgets a lot, Victor notes. He also looks at Victor when he thinks he won’t notice, and turns his eyes away when he’s caught. It’s cute, like he’s a schoolboy with his first crush. At least, Victor hopes.

Victor rests his chin on his right hand. He unabashedly stares at Yuuri, his eyes focused on him intently to catch every movement. Yuuri avoids his gaze as he licks his lips, his cheeks staining like someone brushed a wash of red watercolors over his skin. Victor watches him run his hand through his hair, though it just falls back how it was, and he swallows as he meets Victor’s eyes.

Their food arrives and before Victor can break the silence, Yuuri breaks apart his chopsticks and digs in. He’s elegant and careful when he eats, Victor notes. Almost meticulous, but then his occupation requires attention to a lot of fine detail. Why should his eating habits be different? 

Victor can’t help but wonder if it extends to sex. He really wants to know, he thinks as he breaks apart his own chopsticks and selects a piece of tuna for his first bite. 

Yuuri washes down his food with a sip of the tea. “Um—” he starts. “Well. No one’s ever…people tend to not care for my work.”

“Narrow minded simpletons,” Victor responds without looking up. He can feel Yuuri’s eyes on his face as he combs through his bowl for the next morsel.

“And…you’re right,” Yuuri says. “Funerals are supposed to reassure the ones you leave behind. They’re supposed to enable you to say goodbye, let go, and move on. Sometimes when someone comes to us, like a wife grieving a husband of fifty years, they have a really hard time. They can’t make choices or even fully grasp the situation. It’s my job to help them make sense of it and voice their love out loud one last time.”

Victor looks at him. “That’s beautiful,” he replies.

Yuuri smiles, though his lips are closed. It’s sweet without being sickening, and Victor gives him an expression that amounts to a heart eyes emoji.

They finish their food, and with a refill in a to-go cup for Yuuri and a new non-boozy drink for Victor, he pays their bill. They stroll back to the office, and Victor halfway reaches down and entwines their fingers.

Yuuri chokes on his drink, stumbling, and almost taking them both down hard on the pavement. Victor manages to save the day as he tugs him back, but Yuuri lands half clutching Victor’s blazer. He blinks up at him and Victor’s blue eyes widen a bit in awe as they stare at each other. 

Yuuri blushes again and Victor can’t stop, won’t stop, as he kisses him just a centimeter away from his lips. Yuuri gasps. “Oh.”

Victor pulls away. “Please,” he says. “May I have dinner with you soon? Somewhere with white tablecloths and—-”

“Yes!” Yuuri blurts. He coughs. “Um. Yes.”

Victor is pleased. Victor is so pleased that right outside his office he pulls Yuuri close a second time and after wrapping his hands in his hair, he kisses him for at least ten minutes by his estimation. Yuuri kisses back with skill and equal amounts of affection, his hands clinging tight to Victor’s biceps like he thinks he’ll become a bat and fly away.

God Victor loves bats.

What Victor does not love is his entire staff cat-calling them and pounding on the glass windows of their office front. He actually didn’t even know Mila’s voice could pitch that high, and of particular note in terms of obnoxiousness is Georgi blaring “Young and Beautiful” from Yuri’s desk.

Yuuri breaks the kiss and hides as best he can behind the recycling bin a few feet away. Victor glares at his staff, sending them scurrying away like roaches. He pulls Yuuri out of the not-subtle hiding place and walks him inside to get his blazer. He puts it on him, Yuuri holding out his arms after a moment’s confusion, and Victor may or may not get a bit frisky with his (strong, corpse-lifting) shoulders.

Yuuri faces him and he hands Victor a white business card with an austere typeset. “Here.”

It’s his card with his information, like Victor gave the day before.

Yuuri runs his hand through his hair. “Um…call me. Whenever. I’ll go to dinner.”

He bites his bottom lip and exits, though when he pushes the door open he turns, opens his mouth, and closes it. Victor watches him go to the point where he sees the hearse disappear into the rest of the FiDi.

He looks at the card and grins.

okay so the thirteenth doctor is a ways off

but WHAT IF in Thirteen’s first episode, he (or she?  let’s have a she) is in a UNIT base, helping them fight off invasion du jour

and they keep on borrowing Osgood’s clothes.

So at first it’s like, long scarves or cricket jackets or velvet.  question mark lapels, tweed, comfy sweaters, maybe even a cameo of the rainbow jacket or the question mark sweatervest.

but–this isn’t the first time that Osgood has met Thirteen, so she already has Thirteen’s outfit in her closet.

which is the last one that Thirteen grabs and puts on before saving the day

meaning that Thirteen picked their (her, please let it be her) outfit from Osgood’s closet

who obviously got it from Thirteen

bootstrap paradox at its finest.

*plays beethoven’s fifth on an electric guitar

High School Sweethearts

Hitch/Blacker as more background coupley but a major focus at the start then Ruby/ Del Lancey. (No ones pretending this isn’t terrible).

It was the second night that Blacker stayed with Hitch and therefore the Redfort family did they raise questions.
“Are you brothers?” Brant asked, though the pair looked nothing alike. And no one could put the pair together and immediately think brothers, unless by some way adoption was involved or they had grown up together as best friends. There was no way you could look between Blacker and Hitch and think ‘brothers’.

“No, Blacker and I,” begins Hitch before brushing down the velvet lapels on his suit.
“What?” Sabrina asks, Ruby is smiling into her toast watching the commotion unfold before her, she has a vague incling into their relationship with each other. But she wasn’t going to say.
“Well, it’s complicated,” adds Blacker staring at Hitch, trying to read his queues.

“They are in love Sabrina,” snaps Mrs Digby, “like you and Brant. And Ruby and that classmate.”
“Oh,” says Sabrina, “how did you meet?”
“Some trip or another,” says Hitch, “bumped into each other at the airport.”
“Where too?” Brant asks.
Blacker thinks, “Spain, in school. Hitch was taking art and there was an interesting science trip so I tagged along as well.”
“Blacker is a scientist,” says Hitch.
“Yeah, I should head out. Thanks so much for breakfast Mr and Mrs Redfort,” says Blacker, “and Mrs Digby. The bacon was wonderful.”
“See you dear,” says Hitch watching his partner leave the house.

“Well he seems nice Hitch,” says Sabrina, “did you know I once met a gay man in New York. Wonderful fellow, so in touch with his emotions.”
Hitch smiles and starts to collect the plate things.
“I’ll drop Ruby off at school,” he offers.
Brant nods, “thanks Hitch.”
Hitch nods and helps Mrs Digby put the items away.
“Well then Hitch, I’ll see you this afternoon. Though there is that barbecue I said I would go to,” ponders Sabrina.
“Ruby, come on,” says Hitch.
Ruby collects her backpack from the floor by her chair and heads to the door.

“So you and Blacker huh?” She asks quietly.
Hitch nods, slips his shoes on that stood by the door.
“Is that who you’re married to?”
Hitch looks startled, “no, not legal yet.”
“It’s not legal?” Ruby asks.
Hitch shakes his head, “not to get married, no.”
“I need to ring Del,” says Ruby, sprinting back up the stairs.
“We don’t have time Ruby,” yells Hitch.
Ruby shakes her head, “I’ll be late. We always have time for Del.”
Ruby is back down in five minutes, smiling meekly at Hitch.
“Not illegal in Twinford apparently,” says Ruby sliding into her seat.
“You and Del?”
Ruby can feel a light blush on her cheeks, “yeah.”
Hitch holds his fist out and she bumps it lightly, “am I picking you up after school?”
Ruby nods, “please.”


Ruby meets up with her girlfriend, she smiles at the small kiss on her forehead in complete privacy and then Del’s arm around her waist.
“You gave me a surprise earlier,” whispers Del.
“Well Hitch gave me a surprise when he brought his boyfriend over last night,” replies Ruby.

They find Mouse and Clancy and head to lessons.

Ruby feels paper being thrown at the back of her head and she turns around to see a smirking Del. A ball of paper in her hands, “Miss Redfort,” says her teacher, “could you explain what I just said.”
Ruby explains it, smiling at the hand attached to hers dangling down the back of her chair.
“Are you going to basketball practice,” whispers Del.
Ruby nods, “it’s at lunch right?”

Del nods confirming the time.
“RedRidingFort and Lancey,” sneers Vapona.
Ruby laughs as Del turns to face Vapona, coincidentally blocking Ruby’s view because of the height difference between them. Del insults her sweetly, laughing off some rumour of Ruby and Clancy. The pair collect their pe kits and walk to the hall.

“If you don’t pass the ball to me, I will break up with you Ruby,” yells Del.
“I’m a dear Del, you would never,” yells back Ruby before doing exactly what Del said and throwing her the ball. They win the practice match, accidentally disturb the Cheerleader practice and have an amazing afternoon.

“Hitch meet Del, Del meet Hitch, and Blacker,” says Ruby receiving the paper bag filled with two donuts.
“So I don’t get to meet Del,” says Blacker.
“Well I’m Del.”
“I’m Blacker.”

They have a discussion about school on hope the way back home. Reaching the house they grab some of Mrs Digby’s illegal biscuits before running up the stairs to Ruby’s room to ignore some film and kiss each other gently.

anonymous asked:

Stanchez + corn maze for the autumn prompts? C:

(I clearly had waaaaay too much fun with this prompt. This one is pretty packed full of personal headcanons… and cobs.)  




He pushed down the vivid memory of a lost kid crying for a mother they couldn’t find in the belly of a maze, like he was swallowing back down bile. Now was not a good time to worry about old nightmares. He had far more pressing issues to concern himself with. Like why the fuck was he back on this hellscape of a cob planet?

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The Photoshoot

Hey Guys! So it has been a while since I posted a fan fic. I wrote this one a few months ago but I was never really happy with it until today when I went back and fixed it up. It’s just a sweet story stemming off the idea of Val and Sharna doing a photoshoot for people. I hope you like it! Sorry if it’s a little long. There is a potential for a part 2 as I have half of it written, so let me know if you guys want to read that. Always love hearing your thought and comments. Let me know what you think! 


Sharna and Val had been dating for 9 months. Publicly for 3 months. In the beginning, they had decided it would be best to keep their relationship in their personal world to see if it was real enough to go beyond. But it had proven itself strong enough. So they decided to become more open with their relationship around the season finale of the previous season of Dancing with the Stars, which Sharna won her first mirrorball trophy. The pair had been nicknamed “The sexiest couple of the ballroom.” Sharna and Val laughed every time they heard it but they couldn’t avoid it. Even their new partners for dancing with the stars teased them with the nickname saying, “They were honored to be dancing with the sexiest couple of the ballroom.”

With the craze of their relationship, People magazine had asked them to come and do a spread for their magazine as their main story of the week. They would also be featured on the cover.

Val and Sharna were standing in her bathroom after the night together. Sharna was standing in a robe and Val had a towel tied around his waist. They were getting ready for the photoshoot. Sharna was applying her makeup and Val was fixing his hair for the day.
“I still can’t believe we’re doing this” Sharna said as she put on her concealer.

“Shar. You have to remember one thing. We are the sexiest couple of the ballroom”

Sharna playfully pushed him. “Why do I even love you so much?”
Val smiled as he walked out into her bedroom, where he went into her closet and took out the suit he brought with him the previous night. He slipped on the suit pants and put on a black button down shirt. He tucked in the shirt carefully to make sure it looked neat. Sharna admired him from the mirror. “Looking hot babe.”

“It’s a big day.”
“It’s just an interview and a photoshoot.”

Val smiled to himself. He neatly laid out the black suit jacket with the black velvet lapel on the bed so it wouldn’t wrinkle as he went to stand back with Sharna. He rubbed her arms from behind and pressed a light kiss into the crevice of her neck. She put on her lipstick and turned to look at him. “Does this look like enough?”
Val held her face and kissed her. “I think you’re going to need a little bit more”
Sharna giggled. “Okay babe. Thanks for the thorough examination.”
An hour later they arrived at the studio where they were greeted by the crew who led them to the parking lot most convenient to their studio. They walked into the main area of the studio and were met by the main employee on their spread. “Sharna! Val!” She gave both of them a kiss on the cheek. “Hi, I’m Mindy. I’m the main contributor on your article. I’ll be interviewing you for a little bit and then we’ll head over to the studio, for the fun part. The photos.”

Sharna and Val smiled. “Lead the way.” Sharna said as she wrapped her arm around Val’s back.

She led them to a room with a table, chairs and a computer. “You guys can sit there.”

Val pulled out the chair for Sharna and then sat next to her. He held her hand and rested them on the table, interlocked.

“So. I supposed we should get right to it?” Mindy said excitedly. “I’m sorry, this is just my first project as the main writer and contributor so i’m really nervous and excited.”

“All good. Ask us anything!” Sharna patted her arm across the table.

“Ok! So when did you guys start dating?”
“We started talking romantically to each other in the middle of December during the Dancing with the Stars tour but our official anniversary is January 3rd.” Val smiled as he remembered the first time they decided they were going to try it out.

“So you guys were friends before?”

“Oh yeah! We were great friends.”

“But you never saw each other in that way before.”

“Circumstances didn’t allow it. But things change.” Sharna smiled.

“Where was your first date?”

Sharna through her head back and laughed. “You want to tell her babe?”

Val smiled and shook his head. “Our first date was a bit of an epic fail, I wanted to take her to a romantic candlelit dinner at her favorite restaurant which I swear I called and they said they were open. But when we got there it was closed. And all other restaurants in the area had full reservations so we just ended up eating take-out salads on a park bench in the pouring rain.”

“We did stop for an umbrella though!” Sharna chimed in.
“Yes. We did stop for an umbrella.” Val turned to her and smiled.

“Under that umbrella in the pouring rain, is where we shared our first real kiss.” Sharna stroked his hand that was clasped in hers with her free hand.

“Real?” Mindy antagonized on.

“We had kissed during the tour. Ya know, for dance. But that was our first real one.”

“Oh ok. So Sharna, your best friend, Peta Murgatroyd, is engaged to the other half on Chmerkovskiy’s.”

“Mhm.” Sharna nodded and smiled.

“Do you guys ever talk about Maks and Val?”
“Val and Maks.” Val cut in and laughed.

Sharna smiled and turned to the interviewer. “We always talk about them. They are our best friends, The men that we love, so they do come up in conversation often.”

“And Val? Do you and Maks, talk about Sharna and Peta?”

“All the time. All the time.”

The questions carried on. Some personal, others not. But they had been fairly private about the details of their relationship up until that point. After finishing her list of questions the Mindy asked if they would be willing to play a game of him or her. They agreed. She handed them each two paddles.

“Ok! Who looks at himself in the mirror more?”

Sharna held up him and Val held up her.

Val laughed “Hey! You take so long to put on your makeup!”

“At least i’m doing something! You just look at yourself!”

Val laughed. “Fair point. Fair point.”

“Him or her? Who talks about each other more?”

Sharna held up me and Val held up Me.

They both shook their heads. “We talk about each other a lot.”
“Who has the better accent?”

Sharna held up me and Val held up her.

Sharna laughed. “Sorry Babe. I think your accent is hot but mines heavier so therefore…”

“I love your accent in everything that we do.” Val squeezed her leg under the table and she did her best not to burst out laughing.

After a few more questions in the game, Mindy led them to the photoshoot area. There were a ton of people with cameras. A green screen. A white draped as a background, and a brick wall with different types of light machines set up. A young man with black hair and blue eyes walked up to them. “Hi. I’m Evan, the lead photographer.” He shook both of their hands.

“Sharna.”

“Val.”

They both introduced themselves.

“So, shall we get started. I love the outfits, they compliment each other so nicely.” Vals black ensemble was complemented with Sharna’s red dress. “They’re very fitting for the sexiest couple in the ballroom.”

Sharna laughed and Val smiled. Evan led them to the green screen and told them to stand in the middle. The other photographers circled around them to different positions.

“Ok. I’m just going to call out a bunch of different things to do. Just follow me.”

Sharna and Val both nodded.

He walked behind his camera. “Ok. Turn in towards each other please and rest your foreheads against one another. Val look down at her. As she wrapped her arms around his waist. The flashes started coming.

“Ok Sharna, there’s an x on the floor a little head of Val, can you look at it. Val, stay as you are.” More flashes.

“Okay, Sharna right at me. No smile first.”

“Ok. Now smile.”

The flashes were coming from all angles. “Ok. Val you look at me. Smile, laugh, do your thing. Sharna look up at him.” She changed the angle of his camera a couple of times. “Perfect guys. Perfect. Ok. Sharna can you hook your fingers in his shirt. Sort of like you’re unbuttoning his shirt but not really. Yes. That’s great.” More poses were being yelled at them. “Ok. Val. Can you caress her face and kiss her forehead. Awesome.” After a few more flashes they were led over to the brick wall. “Ok. Sharna. You can lean against the wall please. Val, you can stand in front of her resting both your hands on the wall. Sharna looked into his eyes doing her best not to laugh.

“Ok Val. Kiss her.”

Val turned to Evan. “Really?”
“Really. Come on. We’re almost done.”

Val leaned in and kissed her very modestly. Flashes went off.

“Come on Val. You can do better than that!”

Sharna laughed against his lips unable to control herself.

Val kissed her again, only to be prompted by Evan “Come on. More tongue. The both of you.”

Val turned away from his girlfriend. “Ok. Seriously? Val laughed. “What are we, in high school?”

“Val. We are almost done.”

Sharna turned his head back to her. “It’s ok. Babe.” She pulled him back in to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him in closer to her. “I love you.” She murmured against his lips.

“You too.”

“Perfect. And one last set over here.” He led them over to the plain white sheet draped against the back wall. “So this is the part, where we just let you go freestyle. The only rule is for you guys to give us cute pictures.”

Sharna pulled Val in and hugged him, resting her head on his chest. He pulled her out and spun her around under his arm, dipping her at the end. Sharna hopped on his back and they posed for the camera.

“Is that good?” Sharna asked.

Before Evan could answer, Val cut in. “There is just one more picture I want us to take.”
“What picture babe?” Sharna answered him.

Val took a deep breath and reached into his pocket. He pulled out the red velvet cartier box and lowered himself to one knee.

Sharna gasped bringing her hands to her mouth. The flashes were going off out of control. If one camera wasn’t flashing, the next one was.

“Sharna.”
Sharna began crying and shaking.

Val continued as he was beginning to fill up. “Wow. This is- Wow. Sharna, to say I am in love with you is an understatement. You mean everything to me and without you my life would be empty.  Being with you makes me happy and being with you makes me, me. Life would not be the same without you and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. Sharna Mae Burgess, Will you marry me and give me the honor of becoming your husband?”

“Yes babe, A thousand times yes” Sharna wiped away her years and held out her left hand for him. He slid the diamond ring on her finger and took her hand in his. He stood up and walked towards her giving her a kiss. He wiped away her tears with his thumb, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Sharna turned to the rest of the room. “We’re engaged!” Everyone clapped and the last pictures were taken as Val lifted Sharna and spinned his fiancee around.

3

James Kidd Cosplay Progress [ Day 4 ]

I’m almost done with the stupid belt. My leather-needle doesn’t always like to work and sewing the sword/gun strap has been a pain. Otherwise, progress was made on the vest today. The side seams are not sewn together yet, which is why you can’t see it yet without the coat on (huehuehue). But I love the lapel fabric - it’s a shiny gold on velvet red! The lapels won’t be this thick - I didn’t take in the seams yet.

Call me obsessed, but I also made a killer fanmix for the novel of a fanfic audacity ok

listen on 8tracks 

flesh - simon curtis | absolutely cuckoo - velvet lapelles | wings - little mix | no light, no light - florence + the machine | super love - charli xcx | kiss me - ed sheeran | die young (deconstructed) - ke$ha | first day of my life - bright eyes | queen of disaster - lana del rey | this love will be your downfall - ellie goulding | bloom - the paper kites | power and control - marina & the diamonds | lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off - panic at the disco | 400 lux - lorde | do better - say anything | bet on it - zac efron | i’m on top - sky ferreira | lock you up - charli xcx | gods and monsters - lana del rey | safe & sound - taylor swift feat. the civil wars | for your entertainment - adam lambert | radioactive - marina & the diamonds