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Over 71 MILLION Americans voted against women, despite the fact without one none of them would be here in the first place.
Over 71 million Americans voted against people of color, whose backs this country was built off of.
Over 71 million Americans voted against the lgbtq community, but will still play queer anthems at their rallies.
Over 71 million Americans voted against immigrants, which this countries start came from.
Over 71 million Americans voted for tariffs so high no one will be able to afford groceries.
But hey gas prices were lower right? You sold out your mothers, your sisters, your girlfriends, your wives, yourselves. For a fucking economy that wasn’t even his.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to marry the woman I love in the coming years but hey at least there isn’t a woman of color in charge right? Just a man who wants to be a dictator.
Fuck all the way off.
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Description: NSFW headcannons for Hajime Umemiya.
Character: Hajime Umemiya.
Word Count: 1.9k
Contains: Fem!Reader x Hajime Umemiya. Smut. Breeding kink, daddy calling, p in v, marking, free use, public sex, exhibitionism, oral (f!receiving), praise, dirty talk, implied size difference.
Authors Note: This was a request for some Umemiya NSFW headcannons. I hope you enjoy this annonie! I've been dying to write more Ume (He's my second fave after Suo after all) so thank you for giving me an excuse to write some of the many many thoughts I have about this beautiful man. (❀ ˆ³ˆ)♡
•⋅⊰ Hajime Umemiya has a breeding kink, I will not budge on this. He calls everyone in Bofurin his family, and after losing his, he is so excited to start a family with you. Nothing gets Ume harder than the thought of filling your womb. And nothing is going to be able to stop him until that urge has been fulfilled.
The day had started innocently enough, a visit made to the group home to drop off some of the produce you both had harvested from his garden that morning. But as he watched you interact with the little ones, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. The thoughts of you holding your own child in your arms as they giggled. The idea of the both of you looking up at him as you welcomed him home. These thoughts consumed him. And as much as they made his heart fill with warmth, he couldn’t help but feel the strain of his cock in his pants.
The thought of your tummy becoming swollen with his child plagued his mind as the head of his cock kissed your cervix. Your knees are thrown over his forearms, hands desperately gripping onto him for support. You both had barely made it to your bedroom, his lips attacking yours hungrily as he practically ripped your clothes from your body. A simple “Fuck, sunflower, I need you so bad” spoken breathlessly against your lips as he hoisted you into his arms. Groaning at the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing him as he slipped inside. His head ducking down to take a nipple in his mouth tongue circling the nub before letting his teeth grace you gently. Mind wandering to how swollen they would become, filled with milk, wondering how it would taste. The thought alone drove him to set a harsh pace, the sound of his hips slamming against yours filling the room. He pulls his head from you, teeth dragging your nipple until his mouth is free with a satisfying ‘pop’. Lips pressing themselves against your ear, words breathless as he spoke. ”I want to see that beautiful face when I breed this pretty pussy with my cum, bunny.”
He pulled from you, maneuvering you in his strong arms until you both reached the bed, having you lay on your back beneath him. Knees pushed to your chest once more by his grip on your thighs. Your hands gripping onto his skin, nails biting into the skin. Feeling an incredible sense of emptiness at the loss of his cock. Knowing just what to say to get him back inside you. “Hajime please, feel so empty. Put a baby inside of me, Haji, I need you to breed my cunt, daddy.” You looked up at him between your legs, the tears that lined your lashes only enforced the need behind your words, the need that caused the mess between your legs.
He leans down pressing a sweet kiss against your lips as he slips back into your cunt, thumb rubbing against your clit to match his pace. He could feel the spasming of your walls, the want, the desperate need for you to come all over his cock. He attacked your neck, leaving kisses and bites along the surface area of your neck. Pleased as the skin deepens in color with his mark. Though what really sent him into a frenzy, was one phrase in particular, you always knew just what to say to drive him insane. “Yeah, princess? Need me to fill that slutty cunt baby? Want me to fold you in half and breed you, princess, want me to really make you a mommy, huh baby? Well, how could I say no after you begged for it so pretty sunflower?”
•⋅⊰ Free use with Umemiya is a must. He often has you foregoing the use of your panties. If you do, more often than not he winds up pocketing them anyway, so what’s the point? Umemiya needs to have you at any given time, he’s a busy man after all, he’s got to make sure his little flower is well tended to doesn’t he?
His lips were attached to your neck, leaving hot kisses in their wake. One of his large hands keep you in place with its strong grip on your waist. He takes the opportunity to slide a large hand under the hem of your skirt. Fingers digging into the plush of your ass for stability. He takes the opportunity of you leaning forward to the side as leverage to slide his hand lower, slipping your panties to the side, swiping the wetness there, fingers sliding past your entrance. He groans into your neck feeling the way your slick walls swallow his fingers hungrily. “You're always so nice and ready for me, no matter what aren’t you sunflower?” He purrs into your ear, free hand coming to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your sundress. The both of you had just been gardening, watering the buds that were just beginning to sprout. The way the dress hugged your curves had Umemiya in a frenzy. He knew it was dangerous to touch you so openly, but that just added to the thrill.
You were frozen in his embrace Sugishita was not too far away as he tended to the other end of the garden. Your cheeks flushed, eyes locked on him to make sure you both wouldn’t get caught. “Hajime.. wait.. Sugishita is-“ Your words were quickly cut off, hands flying to your mouth to muffle your moans as Umemiya curls his fingers upward, expertly finding that spongy pot that makes the corners of your vision go white. He grinned against your ear, though he couldn’t ignore the spike of jealousy he felt hearing you call the younger male’s name so breathlessly. “Well then I guess you're gonna have to be real quiet now aren’t you darling?” He never ceased in his ministrations, if anything he doubled his efforts. Fingers pumping in and out of your drenched pussy, thumb moving to rub tight circles on your clit.
Your nails dig into the skin of his forearm, using your grip to help yourself stand on shaky legs as Umemiya works you over with his fingers, trying desperately to keep your wounds to a minimum. If anyone were to see you from the back it would simply look like Umemiya was holding you sweetly in his arms. But you knew better, you were suspicious Sugishita did too from how attentively he was gardening, tips of his ears peeking from within his long hair being red. “Haji.. please.” You whimper softly around your hand, his answer is immediate doubling his efforts as he pumps the fingers that were inside you faster. The thumb of his other hand circled your nipple before taking the bud between two fingers.
“Go on baby, make a mess on my fingers. I know you want to sunflower, make a mess for me.” He groans, rubbing his clothed erection against your ass, letting you feel just how riled up touching you was getting him. His words send you over the edge, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip as you will your hips not to buck against his fingers as your walls spasm around your digits as you cum for him. Breathing heavily, turning back to look at him, only to catch him slipping the soaked digits in his mouth, humming as he gets a taste of you. “Sweetest nectar I’ve ever tasted, honeybee.” He chuckles, deep in your ear, before grabbing your wrist. “Hey Sugishita!” he calls loudly, causing you and the other males’ cheeks to warm with color. “Me and Sunflower need to grab some supplies from the shed real quick, gotta fill her up ya know?” All three of you knew in that moment Umemiya was not talking about the garden.
•⋅⊰ Hajime Umemiya is the CEO of pussy eating. This man eats your cunt like he is STARVING. He is not satisfied unless you're absolutely dripping down his face. He likes it mess he craves it. He gets drunk on your taste. It brings him so much pleasure to taste you against his lips and even more to hear the sounds that leave your lips as he does it.
Umemiya begins the long and tortuous process of trailing kisses down your frame, grinning against your skin as he feels your body arch into his touch, finally ending his slow descent by tugging the waistband of your panties back with his teeth, shivering in anticipation at the sound of the elastic snapping against your skin. Having enough of his own teasing already, he leans back, groaning upon seeing the drenched material of your panties. “Holy shit baby girl, look at you. You're fucking soaked. Can't wait to taste you, princess.” He impatiently grips the fabric tugging it off of your frame, placing the material next to him on the bed, before laying flat on his front, settling himself between your legs, hooking a thumb in a fold pulling the skin to the side to expose you fully to his prying eyes. “Sunflower, you're so fucking beautiful, I can't fucking stand it.” Accentuating his words with a playful nip at the inside of your thigh, kissing upwards slowly, tongue dragging along your soft skin until he reaches where you need him most.
Leaning in, he swipes the wet muscle upwards to collect the wetness that was dripping from your center. Groaning, deep in his throat, at your taste. He pulls away just enough so that you could feel his breath against your cunt as he spoke. “Fuck you’re so delicious princess, and so nice and wet, tell me. Is this all for me, baby?” Your head was thrown back already from such a simple touch, fingers already tangling in his styled hair as you affirmed his words with a hum. “Yes, Haji it's all for you. Only get this wet for you baby.” He lets out a deep chuckle at how cute you were being right now, allowing you to feel the vibrations of his laughter in your core. He lets a hand come up, finger prodding your entrance, collecting the wetness gathered there before sliding into the knuckle, curling the appendage upwards. His lips detach from your clit, tongue lolling out to flatten against the sensitive bundle of nerves. He was quick to add another finger, pumping the digits in and out of your heat slowly. His tongue lapped at your clit, occasionally tracing meaningless shapes along your clit adding to the sensations his tongue was providing. His other hand comes up to grab a handful of your ass, effectively pushing your hips down on his tongue.
Umemiya moaned into your cunt, his mouth quickly becoming insatiable. Fingers pumping relentlessly in and out of your tight heat, a mixture of your wetness and his saliva dripping down his chin and onto the mattress below. Umemiya was overtaken by your taste, tongue lapping at your clit desperately. Unable to will himself to stop he rolls his hips against the plush of the mattress. Needing some form of friction to alleviate the throbbing of his cock. Groaning against your cunt, your taste coupled with his rolling hips sent a shudder up his spine. The softness of the mattress through the tight material of his pants does nothing in comparison to having your tight cunt wrapped around him. But he needed this, needed to feel your hips buck desperately against his face as you chased your high. He knew it would be worth it when you came against his face with a scream of his name, fingers pulling roughly against his hair to ground yourself as he drank everything you had to offer. And it would definitely be worth the pair of underwear he just ruined.
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suo hayato x f!reader. 1.9k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ mentions of assault ﾉ reader is called a derogatory name ( not by suo ) ﾉ a wee bit of fighting ﾉ savior suo :3 ﾉ eventual fluff!
“like i told you just now and countless times before, i’m not interested.”
it’s a sunny day, warm but not unbearably hot, though you’re finding it difficult to enjoy the weather with this unfortunately familiar man on your heels. he seems to catch you whenever you’re out walking alone, showering you with sugar-coated compliments and pestering you for a date until you reach your destination—usually too populated for his harassment to go unnoticed. how many “no”s will it take until one finally penetrates this guy’s thick skull?
apparently, today isn’t your lucky day either as the man has no intention of giving up. he slinks up to your side, closer than you’d like him to. the cologne he went heavy on this morning invades your nostrils and the frown you’ve been wearing since he set his sights on you today deepens with the unpleasant scent. “you’re real stubborn, you know. one date isn’t asking a lot.”
you stop in your tracks, a growl of frustration bubbling up from your throat. you’ve tried to let him down easy during all of your prior rejections but the soft approach has proven to be grossly ineffective. with your hands balled up into fists at your sides, you turn to face the man for what you hope is the final time.
“look, no means—” the rest of your sentence catches in your throat following an unexpected shove from the man. your eyes widen in surprise as you're pushed off of the main street into an alley shaded by the buildings surrounding it. “hey!”
the single word is all you’re able to get out before a hand slaps over your mouth to quiet you. you gulp down the nervous lump in your throat, eyes darting wildly in hopes of catching the attention of a passerby or finding an escape route.
“don’t get any ideas,” the man speaks up. he must have taken notice of your frantic gaze, took a guess at what thoughts were racing through your head. he smiles, though the expression is far from kind. it sends a wave of sickness to your stomach. “no one’s going to help you now.”
the threat is a rude awakening. as much as you hate to admit it, he’s right—you can’t rely on anyone to come save you. the realization stabs you with a shot of adrenaline and before you can even register what you’re doing, you jump into action.
you open your mouth and while the sweaty palm against your tongue is disgustingly unpleasant, you force yourself to bite down on the skin. a strangled noise fills the back street and the man yanks his hand away. he shakes it at the wrist, pain written over his face as you spit on the ground in an attempt to get the taste out of your mouth. you aren’t sure whether it was you biting him or the spitting but he levels you with an angry glare. “you bitch!”
you’re willing to ignore the insulting name if it means getting away unharmed but you aren’t able to make a run for it before another voice, one from a bit further away, chimes in. it keeps your feet glued to their spot in the alleyway.
“hey now, that's no way to address a lady.” you take a chance to peek around the body in front of you to get a good look at the source of the voice—a man with an eyepatch standing with his hands folded politely behind his back. despite the situation, a small smile pulls at the corners of his lips. “didn’t anyone in your life ever teach you proper manners?”
the man—the one who pushed you down here—turns around to face the new one. you can’t see either of their faces now but you’re willing to bet that the one who just approached is still smiling and that your assaulter is not returning the gesture. “who the hell are you? mind your business and get out of here.”
“i don’t think i can do that. after all…” the mysterious man tilts his head to the side, turning his focus to you. the intense look lingering in that chocolate cherry iris of his sends a chill down your spine. you feel like you’ve seen it—seen him—before. “you don’t want to be here, do you?”
you shake your head. “no.”
for the first time in a long time, the word seems to register as a complete sentence. “you heard her. we’ll be leaving, then.”
the man with the eyepatch holds a hand out in front of him, presumably for you to take. even the thought of walking past the other to get to him makes your fingers tremble. he doesn’t seem too keen on letting you go either.
“i told you, this is none of your business!”
the hand with the imprint of your teeth embedded in its palm quickly balls up in a fist and is raised as the man charges at the other. you helplessly hold your breath, watching the man who came to your aid stand still in his spot as if he couldn’t sense the impending danger of a fist flying at him. you’re almost sure it’s going to connect with his cheek when cooly moves to the side to dodge, a hand coming up to take a hold of the attacker's wrist.
in the blink of an eye, the predator becomes prey, his arm uncomfortably and forcibly folded behind his back. he yelps in pain or perhaps surprise at the change in dynamic, another identical sound snatched from his throat when he’s pushed against the brick wall. with a building on one side and the mystery man restraining him on the other, there’s nowhere he can go.
you can’t help but stand still in shock having witnessed what you just did. he moved at the speed of light and didn’t break a sweat while doing so. seeing him in action jogs your memory, allows you to recall all of the snippets of seemingly insignificant small talk and conversations you’d happen to overhear. you’ve heard of this man before, seen him walking the streets, and now you’re finally able to put a name to the face. he’s suo hayato.
though, the most surprising aspect of everything unfolding before you is how quickly the kindness drained from the man’s face, replaced by an expression much more serious, one that made it seem as though all the kindness he had to give had been expended. the smile he once wore is nowhere to be found and the gaze that had encouraged you only moments ago has hardened, turning from compassionate to merciless in just a matter of seconds.
“ow! get off—you’re going to break my arm!”
“oh? does it hurt?” suo asks. despite the nature of the question, there’s no true concern in his voice and he makes no effort to let up on his grip. “no more than you planned on hurting that girl, i’m sure.”
realization flashes in the man’s eyes—realization that he would have been better off letting you leave earlier, better off having not bothered you at all. any resolve he had bleeds away with his current position and suo’s words. “hey, man. i-i’m sorry.”
“i’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”
face still pressed against the rough bricks, the man’s eyes dart over to you. they’re frantic and filled with desperation, a stark contrast from the look in them when he thought he had you to himself. “i’m sorry. it won’t happen again—ever. i swear.”
the apology flies past his lips but you’re sure the only weight it holds is fear. still, if it means having him off your back, you don’t mind that the “sorry” is born from dread. you don’t accept it but you nod in understanding.
that seems to be enough for suo. with one hand on the man’s shoulder and the other still holding his arm behind his back, suo yanks the man away from the building. before suo lets him go, he leaves the man with a parting message. “keep your distance if you know what’s good for you.”
and with that, suo shoves the man out of the alleyway. he struggles to find his balance but as soon as he does, the man scrambles away and out of sight, leaving the two of you alone on the shaded side street.
separated from the bustle of the main road, a silence blankets the two of you. suo wipes his hands on his linen-clad thighs and your fingers awkwardly play with the hem of your shirt.
“i’m sorry you had to see that,” suo speaks up, a smile returning to his lips. “are you okay? you aren’t hurt at all, are you?”
“i’m fine. thank you—for everything.”
you offer him a bow in a show of your gratitude but he waves his hands and chuckles, his eye crinkling at the corner with his widening smile. “it was no problem, really.”
how humble, you think. you can’t say with certainty what would have happened if he didn’t show up when he did. a simple “thank you” is the least you can give him considering how he came to your rescue. though, it seems like even that is excessive in suo’s eyes.
“are you heading somewhere?” he asks. “i can walk with you, if you’d like.”
you highly doubt that man will be trying anything again and you’re sure suo thinks the same. he must sense that you’re still shaken up by the unsavory encounter and is offering to get you to your next destination with a little peace of mind.
“sure.” you nod. “i’m going to the cafe down the road.”
“after you, then.” he sweeps his arm out in a gesture for you to take the lead.
you step out of the alley and the sun’s rays beam down on you, warming your skin and restoring the calmness the day had met you with. suo’s presence beside you is a secure one, like a blanket you can snuggle into during a storm. the ease you feel around him can be attributed to the easy smile he seems to always wear.
well, almost always.
“i thought you were the nice one…” you mumble to yourself.
“what was that?” he asks, confusion swimming in the eye that stares at you.
“sorry!” you hadn’t meant for him to hear that. thinking out loud, you suppose. “it’s just that, i think i’ve heard of you before. your name is suo, right?”
he nods. “seems like i forgot to introduce myself. suo hayato.”
then it is him, you aren’t mistaken. most of the things you’ve heard about him hold true—the eyepatch, the smile, his fighting abilities. people must have left out the part you witnessed back there—how the gentleman next to you could turn into someone so unforgiving in the blink of an eye.
though, it’s because of that switch that you’ve found yourself safe and sound. suo’s been nothing but kind to you and you think that’s deserving of proper thanks.
“suo, are you busy at the moment?” you ask him, voice laced with hope.
“no.” a soft smile accompanies his answer but you can tell that your unexpected question has led to some curiosity. “why?”
you stop and turn to him, a smile of your own pulling at your lips. “would you like to join me for tea? my treat.”
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@stunie ty for tagging me in this wonderful amazing read!! and @suashii omg!! i loved this?? omg?? literally ... made me fall deeper for suo wow amazing i love him ty for writing this!!!
The song Take a Chance on Me by ABBA is play in my head when I read your tags on your suo post 😂 I KNOW he’d be spoiling you rotten house husband or not though. I dunno if he’d ever be so happy as when he’s seeing you in your wedding dress for the first time. He’s got the eyepatch so if he tears up a bit he just has to make sure no one else can see the uncovered eye ig?
MARI AHH!!! HI!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
omg I just listened to the song rn and .... the way they sing "take a chance"... yeah, that sounds about right BAHAHA, especially the line "that's all i ask of you honey"... yeahhh HAHA
but omg selfship wedding hcs? let me indulge Mari. first of all, I just KNOW that I would cry the minute I see him while I walk down the aisle. I honestly love the idea of walking to either this piano version of Sparkle from Your Name, this piano version of Nandemonaiya from Your Name, OR One Summer's Day from Spirited Away (y'all I think abt my future wedding a lot HAHA)
word vomit below hehe (,,>﹏<,,)
also gonna go out on a limb here and guess that Suo would wear a Chang Pao Ma Gua bc it's the Chinese traditional wedding suit for men, but you know what I would wear????
hehe I'm filipino american so I would wear a modern Filipiana dress!!! pic for reference hehe
and I know ... I just KNOW that he would have Hozier-level wedding vows. and it would absolutely make me cry. and I would have to bring a fan so that I can dry my eyes while he talks.
but when I say my vows? oh. he's gonna try so hard, so hard not to show how affected he really is, but listen. I'm a huge sap. I go all in. My vows are gonna be a bit of everything - a little teasing, a little sentimental, a little lovey-dovey. I'd absolutely slip a line in there like "I never knew someone could know me better than myself, but here we are" and "It's hard for me to rely on anyone, but with you, it was as natural as breathing".
and by the end of it, he'll blame it on the season (spring wedding when the flowers are in bloom), but I know better. when I see his eye, and the way it starts to barely glisten, just the tiniest shine, I'll know I've got him.
AND THE FLOWERS AT OUR WEDDING? Suo coordinates it, naturally, with his knowledge of the flower language of course. And the thing is his ass would be the type not to tell me until the actual day of the wedding. We'll be seated at the table after the official ceremonies are actually over and everyone's just having fun. He'll lean over, with a soft smile, to whisper into my ear about the flowers he's chosen and what they mean for him and for us and he'd reduce me to a blubbering mess all over again.
But when I grab his hand? With my wedding ring (one that he's chosen) shining on my ring finger? Oh. I don't even need to say anything. He'll just grip my hand a little tighter, kiss my cheek a little sweeter, and look into my eyes a little longer, and I'll know - he's just as in love with me as I am with him.
Hey Im Luna and I do more than just write fan fiction 😉
- Below is going to be some super important information about my requests, how to send them in, and some examples of pieces.
I do a wide verity of things, like self ships, and so on. Story pieces for an OC or even yourself.
Ive recently started doing customized banners as well so if youre interested in that too just send me an ask and I'll get back with you as soon as possible !💖
this is one of my recent banners I've done for my header piece, these will be little to no cost. If it's a customized piece let's say with your self-ship/oc-ship that's when it begins to cost. But pulling some manga panels will be of no charge the only thing I ask for is credit ! :)
onto the good stuff.
if we are just talking sketches my price point is around 10-15 USD, They are not clean line work, and can vary is pricing as it could be bust up, half body, full body ect. on top of how many characters have been added.
Line arts!!
- if you are just wanting a line art piece this would also be pretty inexpensive about 15-25 again depending on the wants and needs of a piece will be discussed previously to, and the discussion of pricing will happen at the time of consultation.
what qualifies as bust up?
- per the images above would be 'bust up' as a bit or little to no bust is shown. think of it as a portrait. These as fully done, and rendered pieces are starting at 25-40 USD again depending on the wants and needs of the requests.
What counts as a half body?
- usually around the hips and thighs is where I would call a half body.
these are going to go around 45-60 USD and they are my most popular. Again this pricing is going off my average.
what counts as a full body?
- this is super simple as its in the name. It's a full body piece. Now these are my lest popular and understandably so. These ones usually run around 65-110. I know that seems like a big number. However, usually on the high end Its more than one person in the image 3+
Here are some more example pieces to showcase more of my art to get a feel for the style and possible outcomes.
PLEASE NOTE AS THIS IS IMPORTANT.
Im fully aware of how expensive my prices are, and I also know my worth as an artist. Ive asked several of my commissioners if my prices seem to be too high ect. Ive been met with an overwhelming response of its just right, and with my skill sets and the amount of work, time and effort that go into each piece I have to price for my time and skills.
With the influx of AI art as well this is usually something that could be thrown into a generator and done that was as well. I also know there are other artists out there that are much cheaper than myself. If my art style is not for you that's perfectly fine as well.
Sending an ask or a message will only deleted if you are only going to be disrespectful.
Send me an ask OFF anon so that I can message you directly about your commission. Currently my messages are by mutuals only, but I will be changing that soon.
Some of my Do's and don't's !!
My DOs:
- NSFW
- Self-ships
- OC - Ships
- types of fan art
- simple backgrounds
my DONTS:
- Heavy Machinery
- Insect related pieces
- NSFW minor pieces
- Furries (I legit have no idea where to start or how to draw them im sorry)
- Armor
- Complicated backgrounds (working to get there I promise)
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Do you think suo would choose the classic diamond ring or something more classy like pearl……..
SCREAMING CRYING PUNCHING THE FUCKING FLOOR MINO I LOVE YOU LETS KEEP TALKING ABT IT WHILE IM CRYING STILL
So, in my humble opinion, I think that I'd mention to him literally once, just once, the type of jewelry I like (gold and classic/dainty), and he'd take that and fucking run.
And??? He'd absolutely want to make it so so so sentimental for the both of us. So... what does he do?
He would absolutely try to find an antique wedding ring for me. And he'd know that I love it because I'm all about thrifting and vintage items. But? He'd have to do so much looking around, would probably have notifications on his phone for when there are estate sales in the area, and he'd try his absolute hardest to make sure that I don't know what he's doing or what he's up to.
Because of that, it'd probably have to be a classic diamond, but I wouldn't put it past him to get the stone altered hehe. And I know he would, so ....
He gets the stone to be altered to a ruby. So that it matches his earrings.
..... IM CRYING AGAIN JUST LOOKING AT THE PICS URGIEHG
MINO I LOVE YOU TY YOU HAVE MY HEART AND THEN SOME ♡♡
... thinking abt suo and i's wedding is making me cry ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა i need him to kiss my forehead, run his hands through my hair, and tease me for being a crybaby ( ;´ - `;)
The song Take a Chance on Me by ABBA is play in my head when I read your tags on your suo post 😂 I KNOW he’d be spoiling you rotten house husband or not though. I dunno if he’d ever be so happy as when he’s seeing you in your wedding dress for the first time. He’s got the eyepatch so if he tears up a bit he just has to make sure no one else can see the uncovered eye ig?
MARI AHH!!! HI!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
omg I just listened to the song rn and .... the way they sing "take a chance"... yeah, that sounds about right BAHAHA, especially the line "that's all i ask of you honey"... yeahhh HAHA
but omg selfship wedding hcs? let me indulge Mari. first of all, I just KNOW that I would cry the minute I see him while I walk down the aisle. I honestly love the idea of walking to either this piano version of Sparkle from Your Name, this piano version of Nandemonaiya from Your Name, OR One Summer's Day from Spirited Away (y'all I think abt my future wedding a lot HAHA)
word vomit below hehe (,,>﹏<,,)
also gonna go out on a limb here and guess that Suo would wear a Chang Pao Ma Gua bc it's the Chinese traditional wedding suit for men, but you know what I would wear????
hehe I'm filipino american so I would wear a modern Filipiana dress!!! pic for reference hehe
and I know ... I just KNOW that he would have Hozier-level wedding vows. and it would absolutely make me cry. and I would have to bring a fan so that I can dry my eyes while he talks.
but when I say my vows? oh. he's gonna try so hard, so hard not to show how affected he really is, but listen. I'm a huge sap. I go all in. My vows are gonna be a bit of everything - a little teasing, a little sentimental, a little lovey-dovey. I'd absolutely slip a line in there like "I never knew someone could know me better than myself, but here we are" and "It's hard for me to rely on anyone, but with you, it was as natural as breathing".
and by the end of it, he'll blame it on the season (spring wedding when the flowers are in bloom), but I know better. when I see his eye, and the way it starts to barely glisten, just the tiniest shine, I'll know I've got him.
AND THE FLOWERS AT OUR WEDDING? Suo coordinates it, naturally, with his knowledge of the flower language of course. And the thing is his ass would be the type not to tell me until the actual day of the wedding. We'll be seated at the table after the official ceremonies are actually over and everyone's just having fun. He'll lean over, with a soft smile, to whisper into my ear about the flowers he's chosen and what they mean for him and for us and he'd reduce me to a blubbering mess all over again.
But when I grab his hand? With my wedding ring (one that he's chosen) shining on my ring finger? Oh. I don't even need to say anything. He'll just grip my hand a little tighter, kiss my cheek a little sweeter, and look into my eyes a little longer, and I'll know - he's just as in love with me as I am with him.
