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Steven Yeun and Wife Joana Pak Welcome First Child
Couple tied the knot last year

And a baby makes three!

E! News has exclusively learned that The Walking Dead star Steven Yeun and his wife Joana Pak welcomed their first child together. The couple’s baby boy arrived on March 17.

News of the couple’s pregnancy broke in December, only a couple of days after they tied the knot at the Paramour Estate in California in front of friends, family and a few of Yeun’s former co-stars. The blushing bride wore a strapless ball gown that featured a purple, floral-adorned empire waist. She accessorized her wedding day look with a side braid and a gorgeous pink and purple bouquet.

Many of the actor’s former TWD co-stars, including Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Melissa McBride, Sarah Wayne Callies, Chandler Riggs, Emma Bell and Alanna Masterson, attended.

In February Yeun showed off his wife’s large baby bump in a series of photo booth pics. The images showed Yeun and Pak cuddling up for the camera before Pak took some solo shots where she cradled her baby bump.

Pak teased followers on Instagram in February by sharing samples of fabric in both pink and blue. “Nesting,” she captioned the picture, leading many to wonder if she was teasing her baby’s sex.

Congratulations to the new parents and their bundle of joy!

Tue, Mar 21, 2017, 9:07 PM

The Walking Dead’s Steven Yeun and Wife Joana Pak Welcome First Child

And a baby makes three!

E! News has exclusively learned that The Walking Dead star Steven Yeun and his wife Joana Pak welcomed their first child together. The couple’s baby boy arrived on March 17.

News of the couple’s pregnancy broke in December, only a couple of days after they tied the knot at the Paramour Estate in California in front of friends, family and a few of Yeun’s former co-stars. The blushing bride wore a strapless ball gown that featured a purple, floral-adorned empire waist. She accessorized her wedding day look with a side braid and a gorgeous pink and purple bouquet.

Many of the actor’s former TWD co-stars, including Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Melissa McBride, Sarah Wayne Callies, Chandler Riggs, Emma Bell and Alanna Masterson, attended.

In February Yeun showed off his wife’s large baby bump in a series of photo booth pics. The images showed Yeun and Pak cuddling up for the camera before Pak took some solo shots where she cradled her baby bump.

Pak teased followers on Instagram in February by sharing samples of fabric in both pink and blue. “Nesting,” she captioned the picture, leading many to wonder if she was teasing her baby’s sex.

Congratulations to the new parents and their bundle of joy!

Yule Ball Surprise - Draco x Reader

Description: y/n comes from a poor family and is kept from attending the Yule Ball because of money problems. That is, until one handsome Slytherin Prince finds out. —————————————————————

Feeling a pang of sadness, the shy Slytherin girl tears the wax seal off of a cream envelope to reveal her mother’s response to her question. Y/n wanted to go to the Yule Ball at Hogwarts more then almost anything else in the world, but the problem was that her family had next to no money, especially none to be spent on something as frivolous as a dress and such to attend a school ball. Still, she had sent her owl back home with a letter asking if there was even a possibility that she could go.
Still, the most minuscule glimmer of hope held stock in y/n’s heart as she pulled out the card stock from the envelope. And there, in midnight black ink and her mother’s fanciful cursive penmanship, was her answer. Her family simply couldn’t afford it. She couldn’t say that she was surprised or even disappointed, really. She was sad she wouldn’t get the experience, but putting her family in financial hardship, especially when they worked so hard to provide, was something she couldn’t imagine doing.
Y/n thought to herself about how she would just help her friends get ready, instead of attending herself as a tear escaped her eye and bled onto the paper.
Absentmindedly, she placed the card back in its envelope, stuffing it inside her reading book on the common room table before scurrying off to class.
“So, y/n, did your mother say you could go?”, y/f/n asked y/n later that night while in their shared bedroom. Y/n sighed and fluttered her eyes shut before shaking her head slightly. She felt reluctant to come right out and say the reason she couldn’t go was because she was poor, even though it was most likely evident, especially in contrast to all of her rich Slytherin housemates.
“That’s so ridiculous, I really don’t understand your parents sometimes, y/n,” she replied. “I mean, what could it hurt? I know they want you to keep your grades up, but, come on, it’s one night.” Y/n couldn’t help but feel a rush of relief that she was actually believing y/n’s white lie about her parents not letting her go because of grades. “I know, but it’s probably for the best. I mean, I wouldn’t have anyone to go with anyways,” y/n replied, the latter part of her statement likely being true. “That’s such a lie y/n. You would definitely get a date. I mean, if you were going. I bet Malfoy would’ve taken you. Word is, Parkinson dumped him for some dark and brooding seventh year Ravenclaw,” y/f/n gossiped. Y/n’s heart jolted. She and Draco were good friends, but y/n had practically been in love with him ever since he was partnered up with her in their first potions class. True, he might have asked her because of the lack of single Slytherin girls, but y/n figured he would find someone else from another house much more rich and attractive. “Well, I honestly hope he finds a date, and soon. Otherwise the poor guy is never gonna hear the end of it from his father,” y/n replied, her mind still lost dreams of the Yule Ball.
As the rest of her friends visited Hogsmeade to shop for last-minute Yule Ball items despite the bone-chilling weather, y/n made the executive decision to stay at the castle and cozy up in front of the fire with her book. With her slipper-sock clad feet, she padded her way across the floor to the big leather couches in front of the mantle to where her steaming mug of cider sat on the table.
Draco sat sunken into an oversized armchair next to the couch, covered with a soft fleece blanket and with a notebook and pen in hand. Y/n smiled at him as he looked up and then retreated back into his writing. Reaching the couch, she quickly became confused as to where her book had disappeared off to. After all, she had left it on the table the night before. “Looking for your book, love?” Draco questioned, looking up. Y/n’s heart swelled at how he addressed her, despite the fact that he had called her that since they became friends.
“Yeah, you’ve seen it?” You asked him. He nodded. “It’s up in my room. I didn’t want someone grabbing it by mistake, or for you to lose it. I’ll go grab it,” he stated, making a move to get up from his cozy nook. “No, no, no, don’t get up, I’ll get it. You’re comfortable,” you told him, not making him want to leave his spot. He sat back down slowly. “Thanks, Draco. Second door on the left?” Y/n asked him, basing it solely off of memory from one time when she worked on a school project with him during their second year. He nodded, smiling softly and cozying back up into the chair.
Y/n found her way up and into Draco’s room, not worrying about being seen by another boy since everyone else was out getting ready and buying lunch before the Ball. Opening the heavy wooden door to his room, she found her book immediately on his bedside table. Taking a look around she got a small insight into Draco’s life. Various books in new looking condition stacked perfectly and organized on a dark wooden shelf. A green marble paperweight shaped like an apple holding down a thick stack of parchment filled with Draco’s barely legible cursive scribbles. A small hourglass on his desk ticking away the seconds with blindingly white sand. His broom, newest edition, propped up in the corner. A bottle of amber-hued firewhiskey and a couple of crystal tumblers etched with an intricate pattern, despite him being under age. Y/n smirked to herself. Only he would do that, and get away with it being in plain sight.
Suddenly realizing that she was spending probably way too much time in his room, she dashed out and lugged the ancient wooden door closed behind her. She dashed down the stairs, only to find Draco with his eyes closed, cozied up in a peaceful slumber. Y/n smiled to herself, making her way noiselessly to the end of the couch, dozing off herself.
“Y/n, time to wake up my dearest!” Y/f/n yelled joyfully, shouting above the flurry of activity as, suddenly, everyone that had been at Hogsmeade noisily bustled inside the common room. Y/n stretched out of her slumber, but barely opened her eyes before y/f/n whisked her off to their room. With only a couple hours before dinner in the great hall began, they all wanted to start getting ready.
Y/n sleepily padded her way up to her room and entered it, greeted with the sight of her four-poster bed’s green silk curtains drawn closed on all sides. Confused, she stopped dead in her tracks. In all her years of attending Hogwarts, she had never closed her bed curtains.
“Y/n? What’s wrong? And why are your bed curtains closed? You never do that,” y/f/n stated. “Oh nothing, sorry. And I was…” y/n tried to think up an excuse, “um, napping,” she finished.
Y/n made her way to her bed, peeking the curtains open on the side of her bed that faced the wall instead of y/f/n’s bed. Light from the window filtering into the dark fort, y/n found a large black box, as well as a stark white envelope contrasting the dark color.
She carefully lifted the envelope flap from its seal and lifted out a piece of parchment. In familiar looking hand writing, she read:
Don’t ask how I know, although, you’re quite intelligent, so I gather you’ll figure it out. I know you’re not able to go to the Yule Ball. Not because of grades, but…the real reason. You don’t have to be shy about it towards me, because, really, it doesn’t change a thing about you.
Put this on, I hope you like it. I’ll meet you downstairs when the rest are leaving. If you don’t want to go, I understand completely. Just write back and you don’t have to mention a thing to y/f/n. (That’s why I pulled the curtains closed).
I hope you know that you deserve this.
- D
Y/n gasped to herself and slammed her palm to her forehead. Of course, she was such an idiot. She had left her mothers note in her book…the one Draco had found. It must have fallen out for him to read when he picked it up.
She couldn’t accept this. It was too much.
No…wait. She had to. When would she ever get an opportunity like this again? And with her friend and crush since first year? She couldn’t refuse.
“Y/f/n?” Y/n called out.
“Yeah?” She replied.
“Change of plans. My parents said I can go,” y/n called out from the dark of the curtains.
“Oh perfect! You have a dress and everything?” She asked.
Y/n came out from behind her bed curtains and nodded enthusiastically.
As y/f/n rushed to another room to have another girl do her hair, y/n had some alone time to open the package and get ready. She eagerly opened the box that Draco had delivered, took out the dress that was neatly pressed and folded inside, and held it up. It was stunningly gorgeous. A strapless ball gown, with grey silk that shimmered and danced in the light. It had silk ribbons that varied in shades of stark white to a velvety black - all intricately wrapped and intertwined across the bodice, then falling loosely to the floor in the back of the dress, weaving in and out of each other and dancing as the gown moved. Y/n’s eyes brimmed with tears as she thought about the sheer amount of genuine thought that Draco had put into this.
She slipped the gown on quickly, and styled her hair and makeup as well. For the first time in her life, she felt truly beautiful.
“Bloody hell, y/n,” she suddenly heard from the door, “you look incredible,” y/f/n finished, looking at you with a smile.
Once everyone was ready and leaving, y/n took a breath as she prepared to see Draco.
She descended down the stairs, looking at her feet until she reached the bottom, where a pair of soulful blue-grey eyes met hers. Draco stood at the base of the staircase, utterly and hopelessly lost for words.
“Y/n I–” he started, before he was interrupted by her.
“Draco, before you say anything, thank you. I literally have nothing more to say to you. Tonight you’ve done for me what no one has been able to do before. I don’t think I could ever repay you, even if it’s not…financially,” she told him nervously.
“Y/n,” he began, taking y/n’s hands in his. “No. Thank you. I can’t think of anyone more deserving,” he finished. He raised the back of her hand to his lips, kissing it gently. Y/n blushed and softly smiled at him.
“I do have one more thing though,” he added. He reached his hand inside his coat and fished for something, pulling out a small, shining necklace.
Y/n’s eyes widened, “Draco- you’ve already given me so much. You really, really don’t have to,” she said. “No, y/n I do. I really do have to. Because in my family, I was taught to give people what they deserve. And you, love, deserve this. More than anyone I know,” he replied.
Draco moved behind her, looping the necklace with a round crystal pendant around her neck, his hands softly brushing the back of her neck as he clasped it, sending chills down y/n’s back.
His hands moved to the sides of her arms, holding her reassuringly. “And love, trust me. You already have paid me back. I mean…look at you,” he whispered in her ear from behind her. Before moving away, y/n felt his lips kiss her shoulder. She was lost for words. At the night, how it’s events unfolded, at him.
“Shall we?” He questioned, offering his arm to her. Y/n looped her arm gracefully through his, moving closer to his safe and protective feeling side.
As the last ones to leave, they began walking to the door when y/n stopped in her tracks. “Draco?” She called. He turned around questioningly, his full attention on her.
And with a second of insane courage, before even she knew what she was doing, she moved forward, and placed her lips gently on his. Once he was able to react, he moved a hand up to cup her face, the other snaking around her waist and pulling her as close to him as possible. His lips moved against hers, kissing her more and more passionately by the second. After a few moments, y/n pulled away, resting her forehead against Draco’s and looking up at him. His steel blue-grey eyes showed his emotion - happiness, passion, desire, disbelief. Softly, he moved his thumb over her bottom lip. As it moved over the middle of her lips, y/n softly kissed it, causing him to crack a soft smile. Y/n then placed a kiss on his dimple that appeared, and whispered in his ear, “Ready?”
“Absolutely, love,” he replied, intertwining his hand in hers, bringing it up to his lips to kiss it.
Thank you for reading!
By @hphogwartsimagines
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twinkleballa  asked:

I just want so much jealous jay fanfiction Jay x Carlos forever lol

“Evie, I need your help.” Jay’s lunch tray clattered on the table. “You’re going to the ball with Doug, right?”

“Well, he is my boyfriend.” Evie smiled in her lofty way.

“I don’t suppose you know anyone that doesn’t have a date yet?” He asked, eating blueberries one at a time from the small plastic portion cup.

“Aren’t you going to ask Carlos?”

“Why would I ask Carlos? Supposed to bring a date, courtship is the point of the ball.”

“Why is it that you boys always think you can be subtle? Mal and I know.” Evie rolled her eyes and took a blueberry.

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Cinderella - Fred Weasley Imagine


Hi! So im super new to your blog but i love it so much already!! Can I request a shy, muggleborn hufflepuff that had recently moved to England and transferred to hogwarts? Either Fred or George is fine with me so you choose! Lots of fluff would be nice though! Go ham on it! <3

•A/n: I know it’s not like Cinderella’s story but the ball part is kinda like that!•

~(Y/n)’s POV~

I took a deep breath not believing what I’m doing, it all feels like a dream. A dream that seems unreal. Being excepted to a magical school seems unreal. I just recently moved to England with my parents, when we got the letter. I guess I’m a witch. Luckily the list told me where to get my stuff because if it didn’t I would surely be lost. I turn around and hug my parents one last time “Are you sure you don’t want us to walk you to your train?” My dad asked kissing my forehead “Yes dad. I’m sure. I love you” I whispered giving both of them a kiss on the cheek, I turned around and headed off towards the Hogwarts Express. I look at the ticket in my hand that I received with my letter “Platform 9 and three-quarters?” I asked myself looking around at the numbers above but all I saw was platforms nine and ten. I quickly walk to a nearby train worker and ask him for help “Hello. Do you know where I can find platform nine and three-quarters?” I asked “Nine and Three-quarters? Think your funny do ya?” He scolded walking away “Wait! No! I didn’t mean to be funny!” I exclaimed as he kept walking never looking back, I sigh deeply starting to get a feeling in the pit of my stomach. The feeling of hopelessness. But the feeling soon leaves my stomach when I see a group of gingers coming near me “Come on children! Platform Nine and Three-quarters is this way!” A little plump woman probably their mother said sweetly leading her group of ginger children.

I slowly trail behind them, watching them intently seeing as to how to get on the platform. “Alright Ron! You first dear.” she said in the same sweet tone, I watched as the youngest of the gingers took a deep breath and ran straight through the brick wall between platforms nine and ten. I gasped as he disappeared making the rest of the red-heads look at me, my eyes widened “I’m - I’m sorry” I stuttered out “Oh it’s alright dear, need some help getting onto the platform?” She asked, I nodded my head “Well come here.” She gestured for me to come forward. I quickly walk next to her ready for the task, one of the identical twins smiles and winks at me making heat rise up to my cheek “Well what your gonna do is run straight between platforms nine and ten. If your nervous it’s best if you go at a fast pace.” She smiled, I nodded my head. I took a deep breath before starting to run as fast as I can. Because I was scared out of my mind. I close my eyes tight ready for impact but I don’t feel it, I open my eyes to see me in a different place. I look up and see a sign above me labeled ‘Hogwarts Express, Platforms Nine and Three-quarters’ I smile widely as my eyes spot a giant gold and red train, filled with children.

I slowly walk on the train, looking for an empty compartment. I find one in the back of the train and close the door behind me. I haul my luggage onto my seat and attempt to put it on the rack above the seats but fail miserably. I huffed “Need some help?” I heard a soft but manly voice say, I turn my head towards the compartment door and see the same twin that winked at me, I think so. “Um… Yeah. If you could, please.” I said blushing again, he smiled at me before putting my luggage up on the rack with ease. I can tell that he was strong by just looking at his arms. “Find something you like?” He teased “oh I’m sorry.” I squeaked out looking down, “It’s okay” he grinned making me look up. “You mind if I sit with you? the rest of the compartments are filled.” He asked “No. I don’t mind at all” I smiled making him smirk. He put up his luggage and sat down across from me “I distinctly remember that we weren’t properly introduced. I’m Fred Weasley.” He winked making me grin “(Y/n) (Y/l/n)” I smiled shaking his hand “Well, I must say (Y/n). You do have a beautiful smile” he said making me blush “Thank you” I giggled. The rest of the train ride Fred filled me in about Hogwarts and from what he’s saying it sounds amazing. Owls bringing you mail everyday, houses, quidditch, it all seems like a dream. A dream I don’t want to wake up from.

“So is this your first year at Hogwarts? Because you look my age.” He asked “Well, I went to another school but I guess they sent me my letter late. So I don’t know.” I said looking down at me hands “I’m glad they told you, because if they didn’t I wouldn’t have met you” he smirked but I couldn’t help but smile at his words. The train came to a halt, Fred put my luggage on the floor for me as looked out the window. I make my way out of the train with Fred by my side, “Miss. (Y/l/n)!” I heard a voice yell. I turned around to see a elderly lady beckoning for me to come with her “I’ll see you later, beautiful” Fred whispered in my ear before leaving a kiss on my cheek. I held my cheek in my hand as I made my way towards the lady “Miss. (Y/l/n), I’m professor Mcgonagall, I will be your transfiguration teacher while your here, your a sixth year like Mr. Weasley. That I already see that you’ve meet. You will go with the rest of the first years and me to the Great Hall where you will be sorted into your house. Understood?” She asked, I nodded. I quickly went in the group with the rest of the younger witches and wizards as professor Mcgonagall lead us to a dock where wooden boats were sitting in the water. As we took our seats, I heard someone gasp making me look up to see what they were looking at. It was Hogwarts. A huge stone castle with many windows and towers, it was unique.

She lead us across the lake and into the great stone castle. We followed her through two giant oak doors that lead us to a extremely huge hall where there were four large tables filled with students, floating candles everywhere, and a good view of the night sky above. I looked around in awe like the rest of the first years still following professor Mcgonagall. She stopped in front of a wooden stool that had a hat that looked beatened up and worn out, “Now, as I call your name. You will come up, I’ll place the sorting hat on your head, and you’ll be sorted into your houses.” She said calmly. “(Y/n) (Y/l/n)!” Her voice echoed throughout the Great Hall, I slowly making my way to the stool. My heart racing, I sit on the stool as the sorting hat is placed on my head, all eyes are on me. I jump when an old croaky voice enters my ear “Hmm… Good hearted… Loyal… Unafraid of toil…” The voice said then he suddenly screams “HUFFLEPUFF!” Making the table with the yellow banners scream and cheer. I hop off my seat and make my way towards Hufflepuff table, I look towards the red table, Gryffindor, and see Fred cheering and screaming making me laugh as I take a seat.

~The Next Day~

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore had just announced that Hogwarts will be holding a legendary event The Triwizard Tournament, and that two othe magical schools will be staying with us. These two schools that we will be competing with are called The Durmstrang Institute and The Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic. He said that their will also be a Yule Ball here at Hogwarts for the students. I jump as high as I can trying to see over the crowd of rowdy students trying to see the Durmstrang ship and the Beauxbatons carriage. “Need a lift?” Fred asked “Yes please” I said excitedly, he bent down a little bit as I jumped on his back. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he held my legs in his hands, “Better?” Fred yelled over the crowds screaming “Yeah” I screamed kissing his head. Later in the day we started classes, I have every single class with Fred. Not that I’m complaining or anything. “The Yule ball is a Triwizard tradition for many years now,” Professor Mcgonagall started but pursed her lips when she spotted Fred talking to Lee Jordan. “Mr. Weasley would you please come forth and show everyone how to dance properly for the ball” she said in a serious tone. Fred walked up to Mcgonagall “Um… May I choose a girl that I desire not saying that your not desirable professor.” Fred smirked “Go ahead” Mcgonagall said stepping to the side “(Y/n)! Come here!” Fred told me gesturing for me to come forth. My eyes widened as I slowly made my way towards him “Fred. I don’t know how to dance.” I whispered “It’s okay” he whispered grabbing my hands and putting them on his shoulders “Just follow me” he smiled placing his hands on my waist firmly. A very slow song started making me and Fred sway to the song, but I soon started to get the hang of it after a few seconds. We swayed side to side, and spun each other, Fred dipped me a couple of times making me squeal. A loud rang echoed through the class indicating it’s time to go. “(Y/n)? If you don’t already have a date to the ball, maybe we could go together?” He asked nervously “That sounds lovely” I smiled “Okay, I’ll meet you in front of the Great Hall” he smiled giving me a kiss on the forehead before leaving the classroom with a spark in his eyes and a smile on his face.

~The Night Of The Ball~

I smiled as I twirled in my ball gown. It was a strapless gown, the color of a deep dark red wine, with fancy lace work all over it. I went with a dark red lipstick to match my dress, I did smokey eyes with a thin line of black eyeliner. I patted down my dress and took a deep breath in “Everything will be fine” I smiled making my way to the entrance of Hufflepuff common room. I slowly walked to the Great Hall with the front of my dress in my hands trying to not get it dirty. I see Fred right in front of the entrance with his back to me, I tapped on his shoulder making him turn around quickly. He looks at me up and down with his mouth open “You look amazing” he exclaimed hugging me “thank you” I smiled. “Shall we?” He asked holding his hand out for me “We shall” my smile grew wider as I placed my hand in his. We made our way to the dance floor, but I felt a bit uncomfortable because everyone was staring at me and Fred. “They’re all staring at you” I whispered as we reached the middle of the dance floor “Oh, trust me. They’re all staring at you.” He smiled making me pinch my lips together and look at everyone around me with wide eyes. We start to slowly sway to the elegant orchestra music but I soon becomes a little faster, Fred twirls me making me smile, then dips me making me squeal but in a playful way. We start dancing in circles making a couple of people back up and watch in awe. I laugh when Fred lifts me up high in the air, I look down at his eyes and see a spark in them. He slowly sets me down as the song slowly come to a stop. Then he kisses me. This kiss is nothing I have ever felt before, it’s passionate and lustful, I melt into the kiss and everything just disappears all around me but I soon hear clapping making me pull back from the kiss everyone was clapping loudly. I can tell that this is the start of something new.


Wedding Day Blues | l.h

Warning: Fluffy, cute emotional overload. 

Requested: Nope

Word count: 2,543

A/N: I liked writing this AU, it gets quite emotional though so hope you like it. 

Today was it.

The ‘Big Day’.

Your wedding day.

The guests were arriving, as excitement filled the air. It was a simple, beautiful garden wedding. The flowers were all in bloom, the sun illuminated the footpath that was lightly covered in white rose petals. 

Pink carnations bloomed from the pots, surrounding the guests chairs. You inhaled and exhaled as though you were taking your last breath of air. You looked into your reflection, admiring the  Ball-Gown Strapless Sweep with Sash Appliques Lace Bows. 

Your fingertips glided down the silky material, as you took it all in. Your hair flowed down your shoulders, with soft curls and a small white rose just tucked behind your ear. 

“You look beautiful, honey.” 

Your mother stood behind you, tears brimmed her eyes as she took in the sight of you. You turned to her, a smile quivering on your rosy lips as you fought back the tears.

Your mind had been so focused on other things that you were beginning to reconsider this whole thing. The past few weeks had been hectic, with the wedding and all of the arrangements. But, your mind had others things going on. You were fighting an internal battle, as you tried to push back the thoughts of everything.

The thoughts of Luke, especially. 

You and Luke had been dating on and off for years. You were both just too stubborn to let each other go. But that’s what made it work. Because no matter how often you fought, you’d never lose each other. You were the worst and the best couple there could be. You had known him ever since you could remember, and no matter what. He would always be apart of your life. 

You loved him. 

3 days before your wedding, Luke had turned up at your apartment. After weeks of the cold shoulder from him, he had decided to come back. You were about to marry one of his friends, yet it was him that you were thinking about.

3 days earlier…

You were arranging the last few bits of your wedding, tidying the rest away in the process. Exhaling deeply, you tried to release all of the stress that had been building up inside of you. 

Heading to the kitchen, you heard someone knock on the door. Assuming it was your friend Y/F/N, you opened the door to see Luke standing there. His hands shaking, soaked through to the bone from the rain. You met his gaze as your mouth gaped open. With eyes wide, you stood in utter silence. 


“Can I come in?” 

With no hesitation, you pulled the door open wider to allow him access to your home. Taking a few steps forward, he turned to face you, arms folded he tried to preserve what body heat he had left in him. 

“Let me get you a towel.”

Passing Luke the towel, you stood back with your arms folded. Unsure of what to say him, you held back everything. Allowing him the honor to speak first. 

You watched as he dried himself off, placing the towel down. Just looking right back at you, as though he wanted you to speak first. Instead you both stood in silence, inches away from each other. 

“Don’t marry him.” He finally broke the silence, with words that made your heart sink to your feet. 


“Please. Please don’t marry him. I know this is rich coming from me, but I can’t let you marry him.”

You turned your head away, avoiding his eyes. You were speechless, he hadn’t spoken to you for weeks and this is the first thing he comes out with when he finally gets the chance to see you.

Taking a step closer to you, he placed his hand under your chin, lifting your face to look up to him. His cold touch on your skin, you felt the tears begin to brim your eyes.

You could hear his heart beating in his chest, as yours beat to the same rhythm as his. Your breath hitched, you were frozen under his embrace. All of the feelings you thought you could just sweep under the rug came rushing back and hit you like a truck.

“Y/n. I know I’m probably the last person you want to see right now. But I have to say this. I’m stupid enough to think you’re rushing into this marriage. But just the thought of you marrying another man, it kills me. That’s it. It scares me, how I feel about you. It scares me. That’s why I get it wrong sometimes.. All the time. But we can make it work, I know we can. I’m asking you, not to marry him. I can change, I will change. Just give me another chance, yeah?”

His voice cracked between sentences. You could almost hear the lump in his throat preventing him from carrying on. He looked down at you, with tears in his eyes. He was doing all he could to fight for you, for years you wanted him to fight for you. 

“This isn’t some stupid fairy tale, with a happy ending. This is real life, and this. This is what’s best for me.. For us.” 

“No. No it isn’t. I want you, Y/n.”

Turning away from him, you felt the stray tear roll down your cheek. 

“You just always want what you can’t have.”

Pushing him away, you sat down on the armrest of the sofa. His head dropped to the ground, as he battled with himself. Struggling to find the words to say that would win you over. 

“I’m sorry, but you shouldn’t have come here.” Your voice cracked.

“You want me to, Y/n. I know you do. But you’re just scared. I promise, I will never hurt you. We can make this work.”

With everything he had, he pushed out everything he had held back for so long. Everything that had built up was finally being released. He was now fighting for you, with every last bit of him. Every last bit he could ever have.

He took a hold of your hands, as he knelt down to ground. With his face now at your level, he pulled your face to look into his eyes once more. You could see the puffiness of his eyelids from the crying he had been doing. He was in front of you, showing his true colours. His thumb grazed your cheek, wiping the tear that fell from your eye. 

Pressing his head against yours, both of your breaths hitched. The tip of your noses rubbed against one and other, as both of your eyes fluttered shut. Lips just grazing his, you could feel the tingling coldness from his lip ring. The one that sent your body in spirals everytime it touched your soft lips.

Gaping your mouth, you felt his tongue slowly glide along your lower lip. Asking for permission to press his lips to yours. Your hand slowly crept to his face, as you pulled him in closer, crashing your lips into his. 

His hands snaked around your waist, lifting you off of the sofa, you wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck. With your lips crashing into his, you moved in sync with him. The battle inside of you was coming to an end. You wanted Luke and only him, his touch with yours could set off sparks. 

With all of the tension between you finally having room to be free, he walked towards the wall, carrying you with him. Pressing you against the wall, he held your hands above your head. Holding his body against yours, to support you up as your legs were still wrapped around his waist. 

Short breaths in between kisses, you were his completely. His for the taking. Releasing your lips from his, you slowly opened your eyes, biting down on your lower lip as he lowered you back to the ground. With his body still pressed against yours, his head still on yours, he smiled. 

“I love you, Y/n.” He whispered. 

With regret suddenly taking over, you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. You remembered Y/B/N. And what it would do to him if he ever found out about any of this. 

“Luke. I’m sorry. This was a mistake..” 

“What?” His voice cracked.

Looking away from him, you held your hand over your mouth, blocking out the sobs that were trying to escape your lips.

“You should go..” You closed your eyes, preventing the tears from falling.

“Y/n, please.” He stepped closer to you, raising his hands in defense.

You turned away, shaking your head. Thoughts spun around your mind, as the regret took over. You loved Luke, but you could never do this to Y/B/N. 

“I’m getting married in three days, Luke. This is wrong.”

Lowering his head, you admit defeat. Heading towards the door, he took one last glance over to you, seeing you this upset broke his heart. With that, he closed the door behind him.

You fell to the ground, letting out every last sob you had held inside of you. Your hands shook, the lump in your throat making it hard for you to swallow. Breathing became hard, as you held your head in your hands.

Luke stood outside of the door, leaning against it. Letting out the last drops of tears that he had fought so hard to keep from you. Punching the wall, he left. 

3 days later…

Taking one last look in the mirror, you smiled and exhaled deeply. The butterflies were beginning to kick in.


Turning around, you saw your father standing there. Holding his hands up to his lips, he smiled. The tears brimmed his eyes. He was about to watch his little girl walk down to her new future. Except, you’re not his little girl anymore. Instead, you’re a strong, beautiful independent woman. With a future you were still unsure of. 

Tilting your head, you smiled to your father as he pulled you into his embrace. Hugging you as tight as his arms could. “You make a beautiful bride, princess.” He whispered into your ear.

“Thank you, dad.” You softly cried. 

He released you from his arms, taking a step back to look at you once more. 

“You ready?” He wiped his eyes.

Nodding softly, you linked arms with your father as he led you down the staircase towards the ceremony. 

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you inhaled, smiling to your father as he gave your hand a light squeeze or reassurance. 

As the music began to softly play, you walked down the footpath. The guests face lit up as you smiled to each one, your family on one side, his on the other. You felt your fathers grip loosen as you neared closer to the alter. He left a kiss on your cheek, handing you over to your future. 

Smiling to your mother, you blew her a kiss. Hand in hand, you stood at the alter, staring into the eyes of the man you were supposed to love. But something inside of you thought otherwise. 

“We gather here to unite these two people in marriage. Their decision
to marry has not been entered into lightly and today they publicly
declare their private devotion to each other. The essence of this
commitment is the acceptance of each other in entirety, as lover,
companion, and friend.”

Your eyes wandered to the crowd, as you spotted Luke standing at the back in his tux. Eyes wide open, his mouth gaped open. He watched as his one love married another man. You felt the pit of your stomach knot, unable to take your eyes off of Luke. 

“Y/n?” Your fiance whispered. 

Snapping your head back towards him, you saw the concern on his face. He was worried, without even knowing why he should be worried. He had no idea about Luke, and he definitely had no idea that he was here right now.

Smiling to him, you watched his chest lower as he exhaled. Releasing the doubt from within him.

Your mind became a jungle of wild thoughts. Thoughts of you just running to Luke, as he stood there in defeat and watched you. Your heart crushed under the pressure of this entire thing. Your hands were shaking, you took one last look to Luke who was still staring back at you.

Before the vows were even spoken, Luke took a step closer. You could see his hands twitch, you watched him as he walked right up the aisle. 

Suddenly guests eyes were starting to shift to Luke, they knew something was up. That’s when he finally spoke. Sending your head spinning. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t let Y/n marry you. I just can’t. Because, I love her.”

With all eyes on him, he turned to face the guests, receiving glares from your fiances family. 

“You see, Y/n isn’t right for him.. She’s right for me. I can’t stand back and watch the woman I love marry another man. Especially when he doesn’t know her. Not the way i do.” Turning back to you, he watched your eyes widen. 

“You see, Y/n would always say her favourite band was the Beatles. But the truth is, when she was drunk she would always admit it was the Spice Girls. And Posh was her favourite, obviously. Same goes for her favourite book and all. She said it was Pride and Prejudice. But it weren’t, it was The house on Pooh Corner. She said it was her favourite book ever since she was a little girl. And it was the saddest book too. It was about. It was about Christopher Robin leaving Winnie the pooh behind. Now, she said that would never happen to us… But it did. So I guess that makes that makes me Winnie the Pooh. Y/n is the type of girl who could stop your heart the moment she walked into a room. And start it again with a smile. Y/B/N. He’s a lucky guy. Because I love her too. I just didn’t fight hard enough.” With his voice cracking in between sentences, you felt your heart shatter. He turned back to the crowd. As they all stared back at you, waiting for your move. 

Luke wiped the tears streaming from his face, and walked away with what was left of his pride. 

You turned to your fiance as he stood there in total shock. His hand released yours, as he turned away. He couldn’t bare to look at you, or even anyone for that matter.

It was now or never for you and Luke. 

“LUKE.” You yelled, stopping him in his tracks. Turning around, he watched you run into his arms. Picking you up, you crashed your lips into his. Ignoring the guests as the muttered over each other. Your arms wrapped around Luke’s neck as you smiled against his lips. Feeling his grow too.

Releasing you from his embrace, he smiled down at you. Holding your waist as you looked up to him.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you look?” He beamed, completely forgetting that you had just left your own wedding.

“I love you, you idiot.” You cried, pulling him back into your lips.

you jump, i jump

For griffinandblake, who also lives a Rory Gilmore/Logan Huntzberger lifestyle and supports all of my flailing over this ship, so here’s a Bellarke AU as a thanks for chatting with me about it :)

Bellamy heard the snickers of passersby as he stood in his dorm’s vestibule, leaning against the brick wall, blindfolded. He knew he looked silly, that he was just asking for someone to stick a sign on him or something. It was a college campus, after all, filled with plenty of delinquents just itching to cause trouble. Still, the instructions in the envelope that had been taped to his bedroom window last night had been very specific. So here he was, waiting, blindfolded, being laughed at.

The things he did for the Yale Daily News.

“Oh good, you’re ready,“ An amused, light voice chimed as someone tugged on his arm violently, almost causing him to trip as he was towed outside.

“Hello to you too, Clarke.”

Her hand just tightened on his bicep in response, and he didn’t need to see her face to know that she was smirking at him.

“Was the blindfold really necessary?” He grumbled.

“Only way they would let me bring you.”

Bellamy scoffed under his breath, because even if these mysterious ‘others’ had insisted, he was pretty sure Clarke would’ve required the condition just the same, if only to see him in this ridiculous state. He had already agreed to abide by any rules she or the other members of the Life and Death Brigade proposed, so she pretty much had free reign for the whole day in that respect. He just prayed that she respected him enough to only make him look silly for half the time. That much he could handle, given that this story was going to make his college newspaper career, or at least that’s what Anya, his editor, had told him.

The sound of a car door opening jarred Bellamy back to his current situation, and soon after he was being shoved into a back seat. As he felt the top of his head just graze the car doorframe, Clarke chuckled.

“Watch your head,” she advised.

“Hoping I’ll get concussed and pass out before I have a chance to see anything?” Bellamy shot back, only a little annoyed at her seemingly careless guidance.

The only answering sound was the car door slamming shut as Clarke jumped in next to him, her leg pressing tightly against his, which made his pulse jump in an annoyingly nervous way. Fumbling for his seatbelt, because god knows who was driving, his fingers accidentally brushed her hip, and he heard her laugh again before helping him.

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