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My Fake Boyfriend Part 10

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2960

Warnings: A lot of emotions, a lot of fluffy and a lot of against

@drinkfantasy thank you so much for being my beta.

You and Bucky enter the church hand to hand. As soon as you step in you have a bad feeling. “Doll, relax, I am here for you and it’s only a wedding, it’s not like you are going to war, trust me this is easier.” Bucky says kissing your forehead, he is trying to be funny but his tone is serious.

“How do you always know what I am feeling?” You ask sitting on a bench close to where your family is. “I pay attention to you, doll. You always bit your lip and you run your fingers through your hair when you’re nervous.” He says putting a string of your hair behind your ear.

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For years, the St. Rita monastery in Cascia, Italy has operated a secondhand wedding dress depot, once frequented mostly by young women from disadvantaged families.  But as Italy continues to suffer from the fallout of a prolonged recession, what was once an act of charity for a few young women in need has become popular with growing numbers of brides who want to keep their wedding costs down.

Brides-to-be arrive every week at the monastery as if they were visiting a wedding showroom.  The bridal operation has become a full-time job for Sister Maria Laura who oversees the vast collection of donated wedding gowns.  Before she entered the monastic life at the age of 28, Sister Maria Laura was a designer and seamstress in Tuscany.

V ~ Amnesia ~ Final Chapter


I fixed my sleeve collar and gazed at my reflection. Today was the big day. Today was Jumin’s wedding.

I padded into the venue where I stood by the groom, who seemed extremely jittery.

“ What’s wrong Jumin? ” I nudged him with a bright smile possessing my lips, “ You’re getting cold feet on me? You are about to get married to the woman of your dreams. The woman you’ve been in love with for five years. ”

“ Jihyun…. but what if I’m not enough for her? I- ”

“ Jumin ” I sighed “ I know you’re special to her. You had only been dating her for a year before you proposed, yet she didn’t hesitate for a second to say yes. I could tell from the day after I visited you from recovery that she was smitten with you. ”

Jumin nodded, yet his nerves were still visible. Almost like magic, all of his worries flew away as the double doors swung open and MC emerged on to the isle. She looked absolutely stunning. Once she reached Jumin, she held onto his hands tightly.

“ We have gathered here today to unite these two people in marriage. Their decision to marry has not been entered into lightly, and today they will publicly declare their private devotion for one another. The essence of this commitment is the acceptance of each other in entirety, as a lover, companion, and friend. It will take special effort to grow together, survive hardships, and to be loving and unselfish, ” the priest spoke, “ With that being said, please recite your personally prepared vows. ”

“ MC… ” Jumin began, lovingly gazing at his bride, “ Since you arrived into the messenger, I thought God had sent down an angel, just for me. You… we’re there, you looked out for me and my well being. With V traveling, I had nobody to lift me out of the dark hole that I and my company dug, then you arrived. You were the sun on my cloudy day, you kept me in check, and most of all, you repaired the shattered glass that was my heart. You taught me how to feel again. To feel emotions. Ever since we got to know one another, I felt love, happiness, and admiration. MC, I promise to be your best friend. To have your back no matter what. To allow you to fight your own battles and tap in when you need me. I’ll share the covers and let you use the hot water first. I promise to love your family as if they were my own. I promise to trust you enough to take over my cat projects. To kiss you and hold your hand with every opportunity possible. To defend you from others even if you’re wrong. Finally, I promise to put your happiness above everything. Even Elizabeth the third. ”

“ Jumin ” MC giggled. Her smile was bright and beautiful. “ From the start, I knew you were someone I should hold dear. You became my best friend, my companion, my safety blanket… ”

Jumin was so lucky to have her. Apparently I was lucky at once as well.

“ No words will ever be able to explain what you were able to do for me into a full extent. You were there when I struggled with the party. You were there when I lost V. You were there when I found out about the special security system. ”

Special security system. The bomb. I could see Luciel silently chuckle at the mention of it.

“ Jumin Han, I vow to be your best friend as much as your lover. To not question your cat projects. Most of the time. You can get out of hand at times. I vow to tag along to meals with you, your father, and his variety of girlfriends. To hold back Zen from punching you in the face, even though you deserve it sometimes ” MC smiled as everybody’s eyes turned to a smug looking Zen. “ I vow to have your back even if you’re being cold hearted. To brush it off if you spend more time with your cat than me in a day. Finally I vow to love you for who you are. To cherish every aspect of you, and to be the best wife I can be. ”

“ Very good. Jumin, please repeat after me ” the priest spoke as the ring boy ran down the isle, “ I make this oath to love you through all eternity, to hold your hand through the darkness, and to seal our vows. With this ring, I thee wed. ”

“ I make this oath to love you through all eternity ” Jumin picked up the ring.

For an unknown reason, I began to feel an intense pain in my chest.

“ To hold your hand through the darkness “he gazed directly into MC’s eyes.

My smile began to fade. Was I still in love with MC from all those years back?

”… and to seal our vows. With this ring, I thee wed. “ Jumin slipped the ring onto MCs finger.

” MC, will you marry me? “ I asked.

” Jihyun! “ she squealed, ” Oh my god! Yes! “

I could faintly see her hand with the little vision I had left, but I could see it well enough to place the exquisite ring on her delicate finger.

I remember now, but why at this moment? Why here?

” With this ring, I thee wed “

Had I been too busy with my flashback to listen to MC take her oath?

” I now pronounce thee husband and wife. You may kiss the bride “

Jumin tenderly cupped MCs cheeks and kissed her. I could feel my heart sink to the very pit of my stomach, though I kept on a smile as Jumin carried MC down the isle. Once the couple was out of my sight, I made an exit to the bathroom.

” MC are you sure about this? “I panted while her delicate fingers trail down my bare torso.

” Mmmhm “ she mumbled against my V-line and discard my boxers with a swift movement.

“ Oh my god~ “I moaned as she lowered herself onto my rock-hard member and took a hold of my hands. Lacing our fingers, I leaned up to kiss my fiance.

Tears were rushing down my cheeks as Luciel raced into the bathroom.

” There you are! They want you in for the best man speech- are you okay? “he panted.

” I remembered, Luciel. I remembered MC. I remembered the proposal. I remembered our first time. I remembered….. how much I loved her. “

” MC? “ I felt her head relax on my lap ” What do you look like? “

” What do you want me to look like? “ she giggled.

” Mmm… “ I smiled. ” A human. “

” Well I’m sorry to tell you “ she straddled my lap, her lips inches away from my ear ” I look like an alien-goldfish-cow-horse “

Her words caused giggles to emit from both of us. I reached around, cupping her face in my hands.

” I bet you’re the most stunning alien-goldfish-cow-horse “ I rubbed my nose against hers.

” V… I’m so sorry. I’ll make your speech for you and tell them that you had to take an emergency. Okay? “

I was alone after that. Alone to wallow in my broken memories.

She wasn’t mine anymore. I had lost the game of amnesia, in which Jumin was the other player.

Breaking her broke me 2 || Dan

A/N: second part of this story, i’m a sucker for happy endings btw

Word Count: 1.5K

POV: Dan (again)


Originally posted by phan-ismy-religion

“Dan, wait.”

I turned around to see Y/N run after me.

It was dark, raining and we seemed to be the only people in this area of town.

My heart was beating so fast that I could barely hear a word she said. Why would she run after me? Seeing her made me sad and happy at the same time and I was extremely nervous as I stared at her lips move.

“It really hurt.” She said, looking directly into my eyes.

“I’m sorry. I totally regret my behaviour.” I confessed for the second time today. I wiped the tears from my face although she had already noticed them.

“I hope you at least learned from your mistake.” Her voice was softer than it should have been after I what I had done.

“I did.” I insisted and thought back to all of the sleepless nights I spent thinking about her and about how dumb I was.

“If you really changed for the better, I think I can forgive you.” Y/N explained and a glimpse of hope set fire to my body.

“I’ll never treat a girl like that ever again. I couldn’t forgive myself for what I have done to you.” I swore solemnly.

“I’m glad you had a change of mind, Dan. I hope you find the right girl one day.” She said reassuringly.

And then it hit me, like a shower of meteors. She wasn’t here to tell me she still liked me. She was indeed happier without me.

“I have already found her.”

I hadn’t meant to say that because now that sentence hung in the air and filled it with sadness.

“Dan..” Y/N breathed, shaking her head.

Without having to think about it, she knew exactly what I meant but I had my chance and I ruined it.

“Y/N, it’s okay. I understand. I had my chance and I blew it. It’s my fault. I’m glad you were able to move on.” I told her quietly, tears filling my eyes again. I lost her.

“I wish you the best.” She answered, said goodbye and started to walk back to the pub again.

“Y/N, wait.” I shouted after her, turning the tables.

“Yes, Dan?” she wanted to know as she eyed me up and down with pity.

“Just know that whatever happens, I’ll be waiting for you.”

*5 years later*

I stood in front of the only full body mirror in my apartment and tightened my tie. I ran my hands along the sleeves of my black jacket, trying to even out some of the already barely noticeable wrinkles.

After checking my hair one more time, I realized that I had to leave now if I wanted to be on time. I quickly hopped in my new bought car, turned the radio on and started driving out of town. It took me over an hour to get to the location and I was only a few minutes late.

“Don’t worry, I’m here!” I shouted, not being able to stop myself from grinning.

Phil who had previously stared down onto his watch, looked up and seemed relieved as he saw me.

“Thank god.” He breathed as we greeted each other with a brotherly hug. “It’s good to see you.” Phil admitted as he walked me inside.

“And, are you nervous?” I asked my best friend, smiling knowingly.

“I feel like I’m gonna implode any time. I’m like a ticking time bomb.” Phil panicked, running his hands through his dark hair.

I chuckled slightly before I reassured him that everything was going to be alright. We were inside a little cottage next to a huge field where we could get ready.

“It’s hard to believe that you are getting married today.” I thought out loud while I fixed Phil’s tie, his hands were shaking too much to do it himself. 5 years ago, we were both single and now at least one of us had found someone he wanted and could spend the rest of his life with.

“It’s crazy. Me getting married? Thank you for being my best man, Dan. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

After all this time Phil and I were still best friends. It was kinda obvious that I would be his best man, but I still felt very honoured.  

“My speech is going to move you to tears, I even prepared tissues for you.” I half joked and proudly showed him the 3 packages of tissues that I carried around in the bag I had put in everything he could possible need today.

“I didn’t even forget the rings.” I laughed and showed him the inside of my vest pocket where I had stowed them.

My best friend had decided to marry the love of his life in a huge field out of town. The lawn was freshly mowed so that at least 50 chairs, an aisle and a rose arch could fit onto it.

It was a warm late spring day and as we walked outside the sun was shining and there was not a single cloud to be seen. It was the perfect day to get married.

“You are really lucky, Phil.” I said as we saw the first guests arrive.

I don’t know if I was talking about the weather or the wedding.

“You will find the right one Dan. Don’t worry.”

I hadn’t really dated anyone since I broke up with Y/N. I tried, I honestly did, but nobody could make me as happy as she could.

“Mhm” I answered, not very convinced.

“Maybe, you’ll like the maid of honour.” Phil suggested with a wink but I just rolled my eyes.

“How cliché is that, Philly?” I laughed, shaking my head.

In the early afternoon all guests had arrived and Phil was about to pass out, that’s how nervous he was. Everything went according to plan. The wedding cake and a buffet as well as a cocktail bar were set up, the florist and the band arrived on time and none of the guests was late.

“Let’s do this.” I exclaimed.

All seats were filled and everybody was talking to each other while they waited for the ceremony to start. Phil and I walked to the end of the aisle and stopped right underneath the rose arch where we waited for his bride to arrive.

After a few minutes music started playing and the bride appeared in her white dress followed by cute little flower girls in pink dresses. While Phil’s watery eyes were glued to the bride, my heart jumped out of my chest as I saw the maid of honour.

Y/N still looked breathtakingly beautiful after 5 years. She finally spotted me next to Phil and I could clearly see how her eyes grew wide and she even stopped walking for a second.

I swallowed hard, not able to believe what was happening. Out of all people, it’s her. The love of my life. As she walked down the aisle right behind the bride the sight was too good to be true. I was mesmerised. I was confused, I was happy, I was hurt. I was so many things at the same time and she was there, right in front of me.

I couldn’t stop staring and smiling at her during the ceremony. After the couple spoke their moving vows and the rings were put on, it was the best man’s duty to walk the maid of honour back to where the party was. I offered Y/N my arm and she took it. Her hand rested on my biceps and just her touch made me the most nervous I had ever been.

“What are you doing here?” We asked at the exact same time and laughed at how absurd this situation was.

We explained to each other where we knew the bride or groom from and what we were up to since the last time we saw each other which was quite a long time ago.

5 years to be exact. The last time we saw each other we were standing in the middle a dirty street on a Friday night. It was dark and it was raining. My heart was broken and I was far from alright. I told her that she was the right one for me while she was sure that I was the wrong one for her. Breaking her broke me, but I told her I’d wait. I did wait, for five years. Maybe the timing wasn’t right five years ago. Maybe we still had to learn and grow. Maybe we just had to wait.  

We had reached the dance floor where the bride and groom had to lead the dance. The first song was just for them, but after that more people joined them.

“Sooo… are you still with him?” I wanted to know, scratching the back of my neck.

“He wasn’t the right one. I’m not seeing anyone right now actually.” Y/N smiled and we both knew that she was giving me the green light. Finally and again.

“Maybe I can have a dance then?”

SaiIno Imagines [Pt. 2]

This one is going to have fewer imagines than the last one, mainly because they’re longer.  :3

  • Most of their friends decided to get married wearing traditional kimonos, but Sai and Ino went for a more modern approach and opted for a suit and tie and a wedding gown. Sai still had no idea how everything worked. He just knew that he had to stand at the altar and wait for his bride to arrive, but it was making his nerves jump. His stomach was churning. He was anxious. Like most of their friends, their wedding was outdoors. It was a small affair, and only their closest friends were invited. Ino’s garden, where the wedding was held, was decorated with flowers that she and Sai had chosen and tended to. A red carpet was stretched from the backdoor, where Ino would step out of soon enough, to the wedding arch that stood just a little behind Sai. About ten round tables were placed around the venue, and each table could seat about eight people. Sai always knew that Ino’s garden was rather wide, but he had no idea that it was big enough to accommodate nearly a hundred people. His friends were starting to settle down into their seats - grinning at him from ear-to-ear. He waved at them and offered them a nervous smile. “Sai, the ceremony’s going to start,” Sakura, who helped organize the wedding, whispered as his heart suddenly began to race. Calm down, he told himself. Today was an important day. He shouldn’t allow himself to be overcome by anxiety. They hired a small, traditional band to play at their wedding. As soon as the soothing sound of strings being plucked settled into his head, he exhaled and stared at the backdoors where his bride-to-be would come out of. As soon as the sound of the instruments blended in harmoniously towards its first crescendo, the doors slowly opened and he held his breath. There she is, he told himself as he saw her - she was smiling, so he smiled back at her. Her face was covered by a white, lacy veil and her beautiful waist-length hair was down. She was wearing a low-necked, long-sleeved wedding gown with lacy sleeves that hung off her shoulders and embraced her arms beautifully. He never saw her wedding dress before this, and he was glad that he didn’t, because he would never be able to relive this moment. He almost forgot to breathe. He allowed her wedding dress to embrace her for now, because he would be able to do that soon enough. And when he took her hand and saw her up-close, with her rosy cheeks, red lips and teal blue eyes, his heart just stopped beating and she became his only sense of reality. What good have I done to deserve someone so pure?
  • Their first kiss happened shortly after the wedding ceremony between Hinata and Naruto. Before it happened, Sai had been considering it - a kiss, according to the same book that helped him through his first date with Ino, was a symbol of affection and one’s first kiss must be deemed precious. He wondered if Ino has ever kissed someone before, because he sure hasn’t. He didn’t know how to initiate it. Does he just lean in like the male leads of romance novels? Does he wait for her to do it? He was completely clueless. The fun and formalities ended at 7 o’clock in the evening, so he walked her home like he usually did. This time, however, his hands were shaking and sweating and he had no idea what he should be doing. “I know we’ve had a lot of food at the wedding, but would you like to join me for dinner?” she invited. He nodded and went inside. This was his first time entering Ino’s house and although she lived alone, everything was so neat and organized. As expected of her, there were potted plants and flowers everywhere. “Make yourself at home, or something, I’ll go get things ready,” she said. Before she could turn towards the kitchen, Sai gently grabbed her by the wrist and held her back. “I-Ino,” he stammered as she turned around and faced him - her teal blue eyes staring straight into his pitch black ones. This is it, he thought. He took a deep breath and looked at her lips - she was wearing lipstick, but most of it had already been erased. “C-Can I kiss you?” he asked as Ino’s face turned red almost immediately, “A-Alright,” she said. He leaned in, his heart racing inside his chest, and planted a soft kiss on her lips. He had no idea if he was doing this right, but it felt good…it felt warm. They pulled away after an eternity, and when it was over, it was bittersweet. Ino’s cheeks were still glowing in a light red shade, “Alright, casanova, I’ll go prepare dinner,” she said as she giggled. Her mood just improved so much. “I’ll help you,” he offered. Of course she accepted.
  • Sai was wondering why Ino had been acting so irritable lately - of course, he couldn’t bring himself to ask her why. He’s learned his lesson the hard way. So instead of asking her why she was acting so tense, he did his best to be the best husband he could be - it didn’t help, of course, but at least they weren’t fighting over nothing. She had been complaining about the things she didn’t even notice before - like the smell of fish in the morning or the clutter on his desk he had promised to take care of in a few moments. Sai wondered what he did wrong, so he sat down outside, among the flowers his wife had tended so lovingly. “Hmm…did she not like the flowers I gave her last week?” he asked himself. Perhaps that was it. Ino didn’t like the ink flowers he made for her, because she preferred real flowers. “That might be it,” he uttered to himself, so he rose and headed towards the nearest flower shop. Sai had no idea what to get - he didn’t speak the language of flowers like his wife did, so he asked the florist about the best flowers to give as an apology. The woman working behind the counter was in her mid-fifties, “Is it for your wife, young man?” she asked with a smile. Sai reddened a little and nodded. He thought of Ino as his wife so casually, but still felt a little flustered when others asked him about his wife - he had a wife, and he couldn’t be any happier about it, especially since it was someone so precious to him. “I’m not trying to be nosy, but what exactly happened?” she asked. Sai shrugged his shoulders, “She just…I don’t know, she just got mad for no reason, so I thought that maybe I did something wrong and I need to figure it out myself.” “Has your wife been acting irritable for no reason?” the woman asked. Sai nodded. “It might not be because you did something wrong. But…ah, I’ll leave it to your wife. In the meantime, I think it’s best for you to just buy her flowers that symbolize love - red roses, that is.” Sai nodded, “Alright.” The woman worked her way around wrapping up a dozen roses into a bouquet, and handed it to Sai. When he arrived home, Ino was already there. She was sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for him to come back. “Welcome home,” Sai told her when he saw her. He failed to hide the flowers behind his back when Ino looked up at him. “A-Ah, these are for you…” he said as offered her the bouquet of roses, “I-I’m sorry, for whatever I did wrong…” he began. Ino smiled and stood up, but she looked a little confused.“Why are you apologizing?” she asked. Sai smiled sheepishly, “I-I thought you were mad at me for something…” he said. Ino laughed, “N-No. I should be sorry, I’ve been acting extremely prissy these past two weeks, but I think I just found out why.” Sai raised his eyebrows in question, “What do you mean?” he asked. Ino smiled, and it was the sweetest thing Sai had ever seen. “We’re going to be parents,” she said. Time stopped in its tracks when she said that. Parents, the word echoed in his head. He was going to be a father. “W-W-We’re what?” he asked, dumbfounded, as a bright red color rushed into his pale face. “Sai, I’m pregnant,” she said with an ecstatic giggle. Sai couldn’t believe it, even if he knew it was bound to happen someday. He didn’t expect it to be now. When the news settled in, he finally smiled and ended up dropping the bouquet of roses on the floor. With an ear-to-ear smile painted on his face and a few tears of joy ready to stream down his cheeks, he wrapped Ino in a tight embrace. “Thank you so much,” he whispered.
  1. The guests before the wedding in the Malachite chamber of the Winter Palace. 
  2. Alexandra Feodorovna (Princess Alix of Hesse), the imperial bride, arrives at the Winter Palace to marry Emperor Nicholas II. She is accompanied by the widowed Empress, the consort of the later Emperor Alexander III. 
  3. The procession going to the chapel in the Winter Palace to watch the wedding cerimony of Tsar Nicholas II and Alexandra Feodorovna.
  4. Picture showing the ceremony in the chapel of the Winter Palace. 
  5. The bride and groom are crowned during the marriage ceremony in the Winter Palace. 
  6. The symbolic rite of ‘matrimonial coronation’ being performed at the wedding of the Tsar to the Princess of Hesse.
  7. In this picture, the bride is shown receiving holy water in the Church of St. Peter and St. Paul after the cerimony.
  8. The newly married Empress kissing the sacred Ikon of the Virgin Mary in the Kazan Cathedral. 
  9. Picture showing the bride and groom leaving the chapel.
  10. Crowds line the streets as the Emperor and Empress pass through the Grand Morskaia after their wedding.

anonymous asked:

could you make a scenario out of the yoongi realizing about his feelings for y/n (dressing up thing)//

Originally posted by sugutie

yay!!!! I’ve been in a super writey mood lately. I’M SO HAPPY.

Words: 2,400

Years he had known you, and years he had loved you.

His eyes roamed your body, over and over until Yoongi could finally ingrain your imagine to mind.

Of course, you had no clue whatsoever. Yoongi was terribly good at hiding his feelings, and half the time you two hung out, you could not decipher his thoughts. Not easily flustered, barely an expression to read off of, Min Yoongi’s mind was a labyrinth. A labyrinth you were confined in.

You turned your head to the side, brushing your hand along Yoongi’s shoulder to grab his attention. His eyes snapped to yours, and he was quick to push your hand away.

“What?” He wondered, brows furrowed slightly.

Mm…no…You couldn’t… You couldn’t ask Yoongi to be your date to your ex’s wedding. Perhaps there was someone else you could ask, like Jimin, or Namjoon.

No, you really couldn’t.

“Ah, nothing…” You trailed off, turning your head away at the thought of him in a suit. Tie secure around his neck, blazer perfectly fitting his physique… It was almost enough eye candy to drool over forever.

There was no one else you could ask besides him. What was the harm? He was good at acting, right? No…not terribly good. Couldn’t he at least hold your hand and introduce himself as your boyfriend? It wasn’t that hard. You would’ve done the same thing for Yoongi, if he asked you.

Huffing a sigh, you turned your head back to Yoongi. He was already looking at you with expressionless eyes. Just his stare was enough to make your stomach drop to the floor in fear. He was so going to laugh at you if you suggested him being your date.

“My ex is getting married and I need you to hold my hand and be my boyfriend and-”

You cut yourself off before spouting anything else idiotically. From the look on Yoongi’s face, you were going to be roasted. Roasted until burnt.

What? Talk slower so I know what I’m doing.”


Yoongi was holding his breath, trying to keep from heaving. Did you just suggest he be your boyfriend? Were his ears working properly?

“My ex boyfriend…he’s getting married.” You peeked at his face, noting the way he watched you seriously. “I need someone to be my date and pretend like we’re the happiest couple on the planet.”

“Done.” Yoongi tried to keep his voice as smooth as possible. Still, he was kicking himself in his mind for answering your plea so quickly.

Your eyes couldn’t help but light up at his words, mouth forming an over the top grin. “Really?”

“You owe me. Big time.” He held up a finger, jabbing it right into the middle of your forehead. Standing up from his seat on your sofa, Yoongi turned to you.

“When’s the wedding?”

“Mm…” You squirmed under his eyes, cheeks heating in embarrassment. “Tomorrow..?”

Tomorrow?” He sputtered, mouth dropping open. After you allowed Yoongi a moment to compose himself, he ran a hand through his hair. “You’re damn lucky I have a suit…”

“It would be okay if you didn’t. You have a face that isn’t ugly.”

“Thanks so much.” He snapped, rolling his eyes at your almost compliment.

As the next day rolled around, Yoongi came over an hour before the wedding for a small meal and to drive you both to the venue of the wedding. He looked anything but enthusiastic, but you were the only one who seemed to be able to tell through his plastic smile. At least he looked beyond handsome in that suit.

You dressed in contrast to him, a white dress that flowed to mid-thigh and hugged your curves in a flattering way. Your make up and hair were done nicely and you were pleased with the way you looked standing beside Yoongi. As if you belonged there.

He, on the other hand, swallowed the sudden excess of saliva forming in his throat. His appetite had seemed to vanish from the way he nervously eyed you and mind raced with imagines of the event before him.

“You’re not going to make me do anything weird, right?”

“No,” you hummed, fixing a stray strand of hair. “Not unless you want me to.” 

You shot Yoongi a smile from the mirror, and he returned it with a middle finger. 

“Aren’t we going to be late? Stop looking at yourself and hurry up.”

Crap, he was right. You picked up your purse from your bed and hurried after him, clutching his sleeve for support. Who the hell made wearing high heels legal?

The both of you sat in a comfortable silence on the way there, Yoongi keeping his eyes on the road the entire time to keep from growing nervous again. He definitely wasn’t one of the best actors there was, which is why he stuck to composing songs and living on the stage. After this experience, Yoongi was sure he would never want to pretend date anyone ever again.

You instructed him where an appropriate place to park was, before sitting in the car for at least another 5 minutes silently.

“Are we just going to sit here like idiots until the wedding is over? It’s not like someone died.” Yoongi attempted to reason, but he wasn’t sure if it was more to you or himself.

You sighed, peeking out the window. People were still piling out of cars and greeting each other in front of the church.

“You have to hold my hand when we get out of the car, okay? Smile, like you’re in love with me.”

Like that would be hard.

Holding your purse in one hand, you opened the door to Yoongi’s car and got out. He rounded the side you stood on, brushing down his blazer.

“You suck at tying ties.” You muttered, stepping closer to him and running your hands along his chest to his blazer. Everything seemed to fall stark quiet, and as you fixed his tie, you couldn’t help the blush forming on your cheeks. You kept trying to tell yourself it was from the heat, but you knew it was everything but that.

Yoongi caught your wrists, holding them. He bit his bottom lip, gently lowering the both of your hands to your sides.

“It’s almost 1 o’clock.” He murmured, raising a brow at you. “Should we go in, beautiful?”

Your breath hitched at his tone of voice, and Yoongi couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad thing. He was mentally kicking his own ass again.

Instead of taking your hand, Yoongi slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you hip to hip. When you looked up at him, his expression was unreadable, as always. For some reason, you noticed Yoongi was swallowing his spit a lot.

His fingers dug into your side, but not uncomfortably. To the few people you knew, you waved at them and nodded in their directions. Most of them were only staring at Yoongi, and for that you were grateful.

As you got inside and found a comfortable seat, Yoongi released his grip from you. You stared around, trying not to meet anyone’s eyes. Particularly not Yoongi’s.

You jumped when Yoongi’s hand rested on your thigh, so you were forced to look at him. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Feeling okay..? Me? Why are you asking?” You had an accusing tone, despite trying your hardest to seem alright. He was totally playing you.

“You’re pale right now, that’s why I’m asking.” He raised his hand, laying the back of it against your forehead. You flinched away,taking hold of his hand in yours to keep him from moving closer to your face.

“I feel fine, though? Don’t worry. Look, it’s about to start.”

Throughout the entirety of the ceremony, you held Yoongi’s hand between both of yours. Despite not looking at him once, for some reason you felt as if his eyes were engraved into the back of your skull permanently. It was not a good feeling.

Your palms were evidently sweaty when you released Yoongi’s grip. He stood up first, placing both hands in his pants pockets.

“Should we go get drunk?” He suggested, waiting until you stood up before placing a hand around your waist again.

“Who’ll be the designated driver?” You snapped, walking ahead of him outside of the church once the bride and groom left.

You arrived at the venue of the reception, glad to be outside as the wind blew your heated skin, soothing you much more than you expected. A beautiful day to be pretending to be in love with the man you were truly in love with.

Standing under a shaded area, you picked up a plate and began to pile food onto it. This was the only reason weddings were worth attending. Yoongi waited back at the table, staring after you as a man in a grey suit rounded you with hungry eyes. Great.

He rose from his seat very suddenly, watching as the man tapped your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you in a hug. Why was he getting so worked up? Even though this was very normal when seeing someone you hadn’t been in contact for a long time, it made Yoongi’s blood absolutely boil.

He was stomping toward you, not quite sure what he could do besides stand there and watch you get flirted with. As soon as Yoongi was about a foot away from you, you caught his eye and waved at him. His eyes were dark, eyebrows narrowed as he stalked toward you.

“Hey, Yoong-”

“Babe,” Yoongi’s voice trailed to you, hands firmly taking hold of your hips. You flinched under his touch, heat boiling everywhere he touched. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

His silky smooth voice sent a chill through you, and your hands ran up his arms. “You have?”

“Mm, I have,” he promised, leaning down to lay his lips upon your cheek. What was he doing? Wasn’t he warning you just a few hours ago not to do anything weird?

“Yoongi, I- this is my ex….my friend.” You pushed him away, making him face the man before you, staring around uncomfortably.

“Oh, I didn’t even notice.” Yoongi admitted, which was a total lie. You smacked your hand against his back, shooting him a glare. The man shook Yoongi’s hand, greeting him with his name.

“Oh, (Y/N)’s never told me about anyone like you. Are you sure you’re friends?”

“Yoongi!” You jabbed the back of your heel into his shoe, ignoring the way he winced in pain. Taking fistful’s of his blazer, you reeled him in a different direction. “Would you excuse us…thanks.”

As you got away from the party, you hit Yoongi in the chest with your clenched fist. “That was the groom! Are you an idiot? He was the one standing at the altar.”

“I didn’t notice. All I saw was a greasy guy trying to get in your pants.”

“He just got married!” You argued in disbelief, beating on his chest some more. Yoongi sighed, stepping away from you.

“I don’t care. Did you even feel how low his hands went when he hugged you?” Yoongi muttered, kicking crass under his shoes. You turned away from him, but looked back just as quickly with crossed arms.

“Why do you care?”

“Why wouldn’t I care? Should I just watch you get touched by men that I don’t  know and be okay with it?” He mulled, brows furrowing farther. Was he really angry?

When you couldn’t answer, you took his hand and began to drag him back to where everyone else was. “Come on, we should go back before they cut the cake and dance.”

It was quite awkward when the two of you returned to the party. As it began to grow dark, and the dancing grew slower, you wondered just how much longer you’d have to stick around. Yoongi was sitting across from you, on his phone and not paying attention to anything. He seemed to want to go as much as you did.

You stood from your seat, walking around the empty table to him. “Yoongi, we should leave.”

“Mm, ‘kay.” He looked up from his phone, standing up. You collected your belongings, and left stealthily back to Yoongi’s car. The both of you climbed in, sitting there for a moment.

“Yoongi?” Your voice was much quieter than intended, but you were glad Yoongi still heard. “Are you mad?”

“Why would I be mad?” He muttered, shoving his keys into the ignition.

“So you just didn’t have a good time?”

“What are you talking about?” He snorted ignorantly. “I had an absolutely peachy time.”

“If there’s something wrong you should just tell me.” You suggested reasonably, but Yoongi didn’t reply as he backed out of the lot. Once more, the car ride was filled with silence. Except, this time you continued to steal glances at Yoongi. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles where ghostly white, and by the look of his jaw you could tell that he was clenching his teeth.

He parked outside of your apartment, taking off his seat belt and opening his car door to climb out. Confused, you followed him out. He rounded to your side of the car, laying a hand on the side of it right beside your shoulder.


“Please shut up for a minute.” He cupped a hand under your chin, making you look up at him, in the eyes. His brows were furrowed as if deep in thought, mouth tipped into a straight line.

And then he kissed you. It was a soft kiss, mouth merely pressing against yours. A moment before he pulled away, you closed your eyes and took a fistful of his collar. His other hand fell away from your chin, finding its way to sit upon your hip comfortably. You sighed against his lips, pressing harder into him.

He pulled away, staring at you with shock, just as you were watching him with the same eyes.

“Goodnight.” He stiffly pulled away from you, fixing the collar of his button down and walking around back to the drivers side. “Get inside safely.”

You watched as Yoongi got into his car swiftly, revving the engine and driving off. You stood there until he was safely gone, disappearing behind the city lights. 

Min Yoongi had just kissed you.

anonymous asked:

Well....i hope it be understandble beacuse english is not my language so....Well, i have brown long hair and brown eyes too, i am tall and slim, i have a good humor and i like to make bad jokes. I really like Kpop and i like rainy days. I haaaate school and i love playing video games and listen to music. I love the black color and 93% of my clothes are black. I hope you can understand it ^-^ and i very sorry if i write something wrong!!

*pulls you by the cheeks* anon-chan, your english is great, don’t worry about it!

Kanato would wear this absolutely horrified and shocked face when seeing that you’d only have black clothes, everyday. When he heard that a new bride would arrive to the mansion, Kanato had in mind a sweet prey to feed on and to play with. But you were so far away from the lolita type he was imagining. From that point he would be SO pissed that he’d keep you in his room forever~ No but seriously, Kanato would bite you, claim you and want you to change. But noticing that those efforts were not enough to transform a human entirely, Kanato would not have the patience to keep you as his prey and try to kill you from time to time (#justkanatothings). Yet, in some aspects you’d actually get along, and it would start with the topic of music. It would be these small ephemeral moments that’d create some peace and calm between the two of you. After some time, it would only become an excuse in order to see eachother ;)

i really wanna do an exes plot where they’d been dating for a really long time and they have a lot of mutual friends and things were starting to get serious. and then suddenly, muse a just leaves a note and disappears, and it’s really only because they’re afraid of commitment because they think they’re not good enough, or thinks muse b will end up leaving them, so they try to beat them to the chase. muse b hates them for leaving the way they did, and it makes them think that they’re the onenot good enough for muse a, and basically they’re both an absolute mess. their friends try to comfort them both, tell them that the other is just as messed up about it as the other person is, but the two end up never speaking to each other again. fast forward a few years, one of their mutual friends is getting married. they ask muse a to be their best man/maid of honor, and invite muse b to the wedding as well. being extremely close to the groom/bride, they both arrive a few days early to help out and plan a bachelor(ette) party and such, but they both completely freak out when they see each other. even worse, due to hotel room mix-ups, the two end up rooming together, too…. basically an exes plot with tons of angst and hate and love and just (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ 

Many people have expressed surprise that one of the little Grand Duchesses was not called Victoria or Alexandra. The Russian Church only allows names which exist in the language. Victoria does not exist, though Victor does; Alexandra is considered very unlucky for the Romanoff family.
The Emperor Paul had a daughter named Alexandra. Her life was short, but troubled. When she was about seventeen years of age her grandmother, Catherine II., arranged a marriage for her with the King of Sweden. The wedding-day arrived, the bride was dressed, the tables laid for the feast, the guests assembled and the priests in waiting. The bridegroom suddenly declared to his gentlemen that he could not and would not go on with the marriage. Vainly they implored him not to insult his chosen bride and the great Russian nation. He was obstinate. The bride and her family waited for him. Presently a very frightened and trembling courtier crept timidly into the room, and throwing himself on the ground before the august Catherine, broke the terrible news to her. She was already angry at the delay and her wrath was terrible to witness.
The King of Sweden and his suite left the Winter Palace as quickly as possible. A marriage was speedily arranged for the poor humiliated young Grand Duchess with an Austrian Grand Duke, but she never recovered the shock, and died broken-hearted at nineteen years of age.
Nicholas I. had a very beautiful daughter named Alexandra. She was married to the step-son of Napoleon Bonaparte. She died of scarlatina before she was twenty years of age. There is a beautiful statue to her memory at Tsarskoe Selo, also a lovely little memorial church.
Alexander II. had a daughter of the name; she died in childhood; a pretty golden-haired child she was, judging by her portrait. A little blue silk frock which she used to wear is still shown in the Winter Palace.
Other branches of the family had also Alexandras, but in no case did they live to be twenty-one years of age.
—  Margaretta Eager, governess to the children of Emperor Nicholas II of Russia, on the so-called “Alexandra Curse.”
Kidnapped Bride

Aubrey was the common room with his father, his eyes showing the annoyance he wasn’t permitted to show on his face. Today was the day his “bride” arrived. His father had sent men to earth to pick a woman for his son, and it was becoming painfully obvious that the king was the only one excited about this.
“Come now, Aubrey. You need a wife, and this ones human! Humans are very responsive to pain, so if she gets out of line it will be easily fixed.” The King smiled. He had given orders that the girl not be hurt anywhere VISIBLE to his son, but if she were to get a few bruises on her ribs and legs no one would be the wiser.
“I truly don’t care, Father. I want nothing to do with the human girl.” Aubrey muttered as guards led in the girl, chains on her wrists and ankles.

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That morning found Finn pacing the entrance hall of the house he and his soon to arrive bride had been issued.  The space was rather plain yet, but he had thought perhaps decorating was something they could do together.  Really, that was just an excuse that sounded better than he had been too busy worrying about meeting her to do anything else.  His whole life had been leading up to this day, and finally, it was here and he felt far from ready.

After another path around the hall, he looked at his watch.  Knowing just how regularly the trains ran, she should be arriving soon.  Then he would escort her into the room to officially sign their contracts, with the witnesses and everything.  Once all that was done, they would be wed and begin to fulfill their duty to the country and hopefully find their happiness as well.  With that thought, his pacing resumed, just waiting to hear that ringing of the bell to herald her arrival.

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Daryl Dixon Imagine

based on a request. I’m so sorry it took so long. I hope you like it.

Daryl finally proposed to you. In an attempt to surprise you he starts planning the wedding ceremony on his own.

word count: 1370

„Carol.“ Daryl had suddenly appeared behind her, not sure whether to ask her for help or not until the very last second.
“Yes, what is it, Pookie?” She turned around with a loving smile on her face. As far as Daryl could tell she probably already knew why he was here.
“She said ‘yes’.”
“She did!?” Carol’s smile grew bigger. “See, I told you. And you were all nervous.” She giggled. “I always knew you two would end up together.”
“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t believe ya. I’m not sure I believe it now.”
“She agreed to spend the rest of her life with you, Daryl, you better start believing.” She gently placed her hand on his arm, a reassuring gesture, loving, caring, just like the mother he never had.
“I’m so happy for you”, she said pulling him closer, placing a kiss on his forehead. “But you did not come here for the sole purpose of telling me about your engagement, right!?” She stepped away giving him an amused once over.
“I need help.” Daryl stepped from one foot to the other, biting his lower lip.
“Of course I’ll help you, Pookie. I want this to be the best day of her life as well. I love both of you like family, I’ll do whatever I can.” Carol laughed in excitement. She hadn’t had the chance to go through all this with her daughter so she was more than happy and willing to take on this part for both Daryl and his beloved fiancée.

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Series: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: Jumin Han/MC

Title: What The Future Holds

[[ Jumin can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with MC. A slight alternate take on Jumin’s Good end. Takes place after his good end. ]]


She called it a “pre-proposal”.

She had pulled him aside during her first RFA party where he had publicly proposed to her after his speech. In a small corner of the party hall, she had given him a smile and Jumin didn’t think he’d ever feel nervous about hearing one single response.

“We haven’t even dated yet, Jumin.” She had said to him, her hands holding his. “After we date for a while, then I’ll respond to your proposal.”

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anonymous asked:

I’m acting as a beta for my friend so whilst reading I came across a smut scene with Sansa and Tyrion. I nearly threw my laptop across the room. It’s poisoned my mind. Can you please write something with Jon/Sansa? I’ll take anything of your msutty genius to get my mind of that tripe

My entry into the popular “Sansa and Jon are snarky teens caught in an unhappily arranged marriage” prompt that Jal80 proposed. It’s a bit different than some of the others. I just can’t write Jon staying mean! I’m not sure if it’s as porny as you wanted, but I tried! 

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Hellenic Polytheism 200-Weddings

Since I proposed to Beau, I’ve been thinking a lot about HP wedding traditions, and how I want to adapt and incorporate them into my own wedding. Obviously a lot of the stuff is outdated by our societal standards i.e. women not being allowed to choose their own spouse and all that jazz. So, this post is going to be talking about ancient Grecian wedding traditions and how they apply to me as a Hellenic Revivalist.

Ancient Greek weddings typically consisted of three parts. The proaulia. The gamos. And, the epaulia.

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ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀs || ʟᴏᴋɪ x ᴊᴀɴᴇ

“I’ve loved you for a thousand years, and I’ll love you for a thousand more.”

To say that Asgard wasn’t exploding with life and excitement was an understatement; today, of all days, the Eternal Realm was bursting with it. Despite the people’s fear of their new king, they couldn’t deny the excitement that came with celebrations. 

And a royal wedding was the most important of all celebrations for the Asgardians. 

Many thought that it was a ruse, a way to trick them into accepting the God of Mischief as their king, while others clung to the vague hope that there would be some changes once they had a new queen. A select few had even started comparing the Midgardian, Jane Foster, to her soon-to-be predecessor, and as with every major issue, a few critics had questioned their king’s decision to marry a mortal rather than a Vanir or a light Elf from Alfheim. 

But none of these whispers were made that day, as the people and the servants in the Asgardian palace made a few final preparations for the banquet and the ceremony itself. The maester who had been chosen to officiate the marriage was in the great hall, waiting for the king and the bride to arrive. It was when the signal for the eighth hour sounded throughout the city did Loki emerge from his chambers, wearing a finer set of his usual green, gold, and black armor, and his hair long yet slicked back past his shoulders.

Golden-armored guards lined the hallways to add to the security during the event. Loki had grown up in a world where enemies could pop up from every corner of the cosmos, and he was determined not to let anything happen on this day. 

The day he was to be wed. 

Even as he entered the great hall, walking past the crowd of Asgardians who had decided to attend the wedding of their king and his mortal fiancee, he felt his heart hammer in his chest and his legs fill with lead. But along with the nervousness he felt was a small twinge of doubt, a lingering feeling that she was making a mistake. 

                                        { She could always say no. }

                    { Leave me and find someone else. }

Again and again he questioned himself why she would choose to bind herself to a man like him - one who gloried in lies, mischief, and chaos - when she could have easily had the golden prince of Asgard. A prince who had politely refused the invitation that had been sent to him. 

The moment he took his place at the very end of the great hall, the crowd fell silent as a soft, almost haunting melody flitted through the area, as the doors slowly opened.