day before their wedding

Send good vibes & prayers, please?

My neighbors that live above my significant other and I are practically saints. They’re wonderful people who have given us so much support both financially and emotionally. They just got married the day before yesterday and it was a beautiful wedding but it was noticeable that something was wrong. The groom, Tony, has been ill for a long time. I’m talking throwing-up-blood kind of ill. But he hasn’t been able to get treatment that really has helped anything. The doctors have suggested different dietary things and it’s really just all amounted to nothing. Yesterday, the day after their wedding, Katherine (the bride) had to rush Tony to the hospital. Turns out one of his kidneys is failed and his liver seems to be on the way to doing so. Everyone is worried sick and I can’t imagine how Katherine is feeling. So, please, if any of you are vaguely spiritual at all, send out some thoughts and prayers? At this point, anything helps.


Originally posted by disameowlogdal

Your MC & Your Role As A Friend

everyone has “that friend.” which one are you? 

Aries MC // The Encourager. You have so much confidence and power in you, so you naturally find that getting what you want is just a matter of putting in the work. You will never let your friends fail and you are the person that they can go to in order to get hyped up, whether it’s before a job interview or the day of their wedding. You love to succeed and you feel like there is no better feeling than seeing them succeed with you.

Taurus MC // The Architect. For a Taurus MC, there is nothing more important than building on a solid foundation. You feel that it is your duty in whatever friendships you have to be the sort of glue that holds everything together, even if it gets exhausting at times. The truth is, you know that if you stopped, the whole building would collapse. You’re the recipient of late night phone calls that your friends keep finding themselves making, and you’ll never stop picking up.

Gemini MC // The Hookup. You constantly find yourself in this position of being used for something. Now, that’s not always a bad thing: in fact, you kind of enjoy having the upper hand in situations like this. People sort of depend on you to get them in to the coolest clubs or introduce them to that one guy that they couldn’t keep their eyes off of the entire night. You’re the social butterfly and the gift that keeps on giving. Your friends are incredibly grateful for all of the amazing things that you pull off for them.

Cancer MC // The Blanket. You cover your friends in warmth and love daily, they will never doubt how much you care for them. They look to you as a means of support and validation. The term “mom friend” is most certainly applicable here. You always come prepared: long car rides? You got this. A day at the fair? Water bottles for everyone! You treat your friends like your family, and because of this, you find it very difficult to let go when someone has wronged you. You want to heal the world and you want to heal your friends as well. 

Leo MC // The Influencer. A Leo MC’s ultimate goal in life is to be recognized for the work that they put in (and being recognized in general doesn’t hurt, either). As a friend, they are undeniably looked up to by the rest of the group. Others actually find it quite amazing how ambitious and generous Leo MC’s are. Their friends are their whole world, and they will pretty much drop everything when a friend is in need. They are pretty much what their friends refer to as “goals.”

Virgo MC // The Critic. While a Virgo MC’s worst critic is definitely themselves, they are also known as the analyst by those close to them. Your friends know that if they go to you for advice, they better expect to hear a no-bullshit, practical response. Now, despite what some may think, being critical isn’t always a bad thing. In fact, your friends rely on you to tidy up the messes that they make, whether they’re big or small. In reality, they know that you truly want to see them be the best versions of themselves and it all comes from a place of love.

Libra MC // The Mediator. An argument just broke out: call a Libra MC, quick! You don’t know how it happens, but you always end up being the one to break up fights and settle things amongst friends. You don’t understand why everyone can’t just act like adults and talk things out normally. In fact, you get really nervous when things escalate! However, you do actually enjoy having the title of the mediator; you appreciate the balance that you bring and so do your friends (even if they go back to arguing the next day!)

Scorpio MC // The Psychologist. Well, Kimmy just broke up with her boyfriend for the fifth time this week, and she’s coming to you for advice. Of course she is! As a Scorpio MC, you have a special gift. You find it very easy to step in to other’s shoes and feel what they are feeling. It’s not uncommon for you to know what people are thinking before the words even come out of their mouths. You almost creep yourself out sometimes with how much you know before you actually, well… know! Even so, your friends always look to you because you are a great observer and listener. 

Sagittarius MC // The Wanderer. You knew from a very young age that you were never meant to stay in one place; your friends know that as well! Because of this, you are constantly being called upon for 3 AM McDonalds adventures, 10 hour road trips, you name it. If there is travel involved, your friends want you there! You absorb knowledge like a sponge, and anywhere you go, your friends will surely follow. They love your care-free, adaptable nature and your ability to befriend others so easily.

Capricorn MC // The Skeptic. Truthfully, you have your shit together. And if you don’t right now, you’re planning to have it together by 4 PM next Monday. The point is, you always have a plan. You are cool, calm and collected in situations that others would normally fall apart in; for this reason, your friends look to you for reassurance. They know that you would never mislead them. You are a sort of big brother/big sister to your friends because you can smell bullshit from a mile away. You don’t take lightly to others messing with your loved ones.

Aquarius MC // The Teacher. Your friends have probably come to realize that you know a lot about a wide range of topics. So, it is only natural that they rely on you to educate them. Having trouble on school work? They come to you. Need to know where Kuwait is located on a map? An Aquarius MC has got you covered! You are unique beyond words and your level of dedication to learning is unmatched. Luckily, you know that your gift attracts some with ill intentions who will try to take advantage of your wealth of knowledge. Keep your real friends close, because you know the difference.

Pisces MC // The Psychic. It probably comes as no surprise to anyone that a Pisces MC’s true power lies in their ability to sense energies on all kinds of different platforms. Many have reported being able to communicate with those who have passed on as well. In their group of friends, this is who they are known as. The person that is extremely sensitive to vibrations. The spiritual essence of life is always within a Pisces MC, whether they know it or not. Their friends feel calm around them, because they know how to soothe so well.

 -Admin L

Happy Friday the 13th! Zodiac Signs as Western Superstitions

Aries- Walking under a ladder

Taurus- Spilling salt 

Gemini- Bad luck or news comes in threes

Cancer- Black cat crossing your path

Leo- Breaking a mirror

Virgo- Putting your purse on the floor 

Libra- Seeing your betrothed the night before or day of the wedding 

Scorpio- The no. 13

Sagittarius- Getting up on the wrong side of the bed

Capricorn- 666

Aquarius- Opening up an umbrella inside 

Pisces- Stepping on a crack 

Masterlist 02

Updated masterlist. Sorted by members


EXO

Snaps

BFF EXO

EXO not approving of your new BF

Christmas snaps from EXO


Baekhyun

Texts

Finding out you got in a fight

Nsfw Texts

Jealous boyfriend

Snaps

BF snaps

BF Baekhyun


Chanyeol

Texts

Nsfw Texts

Nsfw Texts 

Accidently banging your bff | Part 2 

Jealous boyfriend 

Everyday boyfriend texts

Rapper couple | Female ver. | Neutral ver. |

Lowkey daddy yeol

Snaps

Yeol being daddy

BF snaps

BF snaps


Sehun

Texts

Finding out you got in a fight

Snaps

Daddy sehun

BF sehun


Kai

Texts

Nsfw texts

Snaps

BF Jongin


Lay

Snaps

Protective Yixing


Suho

Snaps

Sugar daddy Suho


Xiumin

Snaps

BF Xiumin


Kris

Snaps

Please date kris


D.O

Snaps

Sassy Soo

BF Soo


BTS


Texts

BTS as dads | 1 | 2 |

Everyday texts with BTS

Coming out to | BTS 

Talking about pronouns (Female to neutral)

nsfw Vkookmin

Comforting words from Yoongi/Namjoon/V

Rap line not getting a hint


Snaps

Gang BTS

Drunk Maknaes

When you want a baby

BTS not loving your new bf

When mother earth is kicking you in the uterus

Neglected BF BTS

Happy 18th birthday w Yoonmin

Sending pictures of last nights bruises

Stealing BTS’s clothes

Stealing BTS’s clothes again

Sending BTS nudes

Leaving your underwear at their place

The day before the wedding

Good girl

BTS and the terrible jokes

Snapping their pregnant girlfriend

College squad BTS

Christmas snaps


Namjoon

Texts

Namjin kink talk

About Sugamon | Pt 2

Sugamon Texts

Comforting words from Namjoon

Post-breakup Namjoon

nsfw Namjoon

Jealous Namjoon/Yoongi

Cute Namjoon

Snaps

Daddy Namjoon

Dating NamJin

BF Namjoon

Protective Namjoon

When Namjoon went shopping

Jealous/protective Namjoon


Yoongi

Texts

Coming out to bff Yoongi

Yoongi saving you from scaring yourself to death

About Sugamon | Pt 2

nsfw Yoongi

Fetish talk w bf Yoongi

Sugamon Texts

Insecure bf Yoongi

Running into your childhood bullies w Yoongi/JK

Post-breakup Yoongi

Jealous Namjoon/Yoongi

Bff Yoongi asking about your dark phase

Snaps

Daddy Yoongi

Mommy kink Yoongi

Worried Yoongi

Protective Yoongi

Cute yoongi

Proposal w Yoongi

Salesman Yoongi


Jin

Texts

Namjin kink talk

nsfw Jin

Snaps

Dating TaeJin

Dating NamJin


Jhope

Texts

Relationship talk w Hoseok

Possesive Jhope (nsfw-ish)

Snaps

nsfw Jhope

Daddy Hoseok

BF Jhope


Jimin

Texts

When Taehyung kissed Jimin

Random VMIN texts

Relationship struggles w Jimin

Jimins drunk confession

Jimin confessing

Snaps

Dating Jikook (Poly)

Mommy kink Jimin

Worried Jimin

Cute Jimin

Jimin on a plane


Taehyung

Texts

When Taehyung kissed Jimin 

Cuddly bf V

Random VMIN texts

On wearing lenses

Snaps

Mommy kink Tae

Another mommy kink Tae

Dating TaeJin

Cute Tae

Other

Dating Taehyung would include


Jungkook

Texts

Eloping w JK

Ex BF Jungkook

Running into your childhood bullies w Yoongi/JK

Relationship struggles w Jungkook

nsfw Jungkook

Jealous Jungkook

Snaps

Dating Jikook (Poly)

Flirty Jungkook

Cute Jungkook

Daddy Jungkook

Mommy kink Jungkook



Outfits

Sleep tight w Hyung Line

Sleep tight w Maknae Line

Wedding w BTS (female)

Announcing pregnancy

Lazy Sunday w Jungkook

Lazy sunday w Yoongi

Lazy sunday w Jimin

Moodboards/outfits

BTS taking their kid to the park

Award show w BTS

imagine how big and buff Drax’s wife was. like drax has a picture of her and Peter is like “holy shit who’s that giant lady?!?” And drax smiles rlly fondly and is like “that’s my Hovat…” and Peter is like “dude why does she look so…..pissed off.” And he’s like “that was our wedding day. I’ve never seen her so happy before” like pls give me the giant hulking grey lady who hates dancing. She can suplex Drax and fucking hates music. One time some one swore they saw her punch a fucking drum.

wolfstar wedding - old minnie mcg
  • they invited her.
  • of course they did.
  • bu unlike the jily wedding, she sent an owl saying that she won’t be able to come.
  • they wanted to change the date but it was the only date that suited everyone.
  • sirius was so put down.
  • so wedding day, right before the “i do” bit, trumpets started to blow.
  • pink clouds erupted all over the place and they started raining confetti.
  • mcgonagall clad in tartan robes appeared on a ridiculous floating sofa.
  • she got off smirking and says-
  • “Why, Mr. Black, are you allowed to be the only person who can make a dramatic entrance?”

anonymous asked:

Yuuri gets pre-wedding jitters the night before the big day like "what if after we get married you find out things about me you never knew before?" and Victor just kept gently patting his head while they cuddled on the couch then replied "I'd consider myself lucky I guess" and Yuuri was confused so Victor just smiled and said "I'd wake up everyday and find a whole new reason to fall in love with you even more," then Yuuri wouldn't stop crying coz what ever did he do to deserve this man so pure~

MY HEARTTTT

6

Sherlolly Appreciation Week - Day Five: The Abominable Bride.

married part 6- h.s imagine

you can read the previous part here

Harry smiled as he looked down at his mom on her wedding day as they were swaying back and forth on the dance floor. Anne smiled at her son but couldn’t help but notice that Harry’s eyes would glance over to his beautiful best friend sitting down at a table. She noticed whenever they caught each other’s gaze, they would blush and look away. “Harry” Anne spoke up, interrupting Harry’s staring. “Yes, mum?” Harry asked, his eyebrows quirking up. Anne smiled and placed her hand on his cheek. “Promise me that you’ll marry that girl someday.” Harry looked back over towards you. You had your hand placed over your mouth as you laughed at something his little cousin told you. Harry smiled and looked down before he looked into his mother’s eyes. “I promise.”

Growing up, you always thought having the “perfect ending” and “finding the one” was a total cliche. Whenever your friends described kissing their significant other, they would always describe the feeling of being on top of the world. You never believed that you would find someone who would be able to give you that feeling. You never believed that someone’s lips would be able to give you that much reassurance.

Until Harry kissed you.

As Harry’s lips met yours, you finally knew what everyone was talking about. Kissing Harry made you feel like you could take on the world. This kiss alone made you feel like all your worries and all your stress suddenly vanished into thin air. Kissing Harry felt right.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around Harry’s neck as you kissed him back. You could feel Harry’s lips quirking into a smile as he kissed you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, trying to pull you closer as if he couldn’t bare to have you and further away from him.

When Harry kissed you, his best friend, he felt sparks. His lips felt like they were on fire. Never has he ever felt this way whenever he kissed Kimberly. It was in this kiss Harry knew that you were it for him. It was in this kiss did he realize just how in love with you he was.

What felt like an eternity, you finally pulled away. Both you and Harry were panting from the kiss. With closed eyes, Harry smiled as he rested his forehead against yours. A moment of silence passed between the two of you before Harry finally spoke up, “I can’t believe I waited so long to do that.”

You stepped out of Harry’s hold, wrapping your arms around yourself, suddenly feeing so ashamed. You shook your head as you whispered, “That was wrong, Harry.” As much as you loved the kiss and no matter how magical it felt, you were with Lucas and until the divorce was final, Harry was still married. You could literally see all the color from Harry’s face drain. You could see nothing but horror on his face as he backed into the wall behind him. You watched as his eyes took you in. It was like he was trying to understand the million thoughts going through your mind. You avoided eye contact with him as you stared at the ground, your eyes welling up with tears once again.

Suddenly Harry whispered, “But I love you, Y/N.”

You placed your hand over your mouth as you tried to choke back a sob that was trying to rip its way out of your body.

Harry slowly stepped closer to you. “It’s been a year since you told me you loved me, Y/N. Please, I need to hear you say it again. Please.”

When Harry was met with silence, he wiped his eyes. He looked down at his fidgeting fingers. “Do you still love me, Y/N?”

You looked up at Harry. As much as you wanted to scream out how much of an idiot he was and that of course you still loved him, you couldn’t. As much as you wanted to tell him that you don’t think you’ll ever stop loving him, you didn’t. Instead you said something you instantly regretted, “I fell in love with Lucas.”

You watched as Harry gasp for air. You watched as he placed his hand over where his heart was as if you actually broke it in pieces. You sniffed before you whispered, “I’m sorry, H.” Quickly, you walked back into the restaurant.

Harry placed his head in his hands as he dropped down to the floor. He brought his knees up to his chest as he cried the hardest he’s ever cried. Not giving a flying fuck who saw. Harry felt broken. Not only did he miss the opportunity to be with the love of his life, he lost his best friend.


You stared down at your lap as you sat in a silent uber with Lucas. Lucas was staring out of the window, not daring to say a word. He didn’t have to see Harry but he knew he was there tonight. He also knew that he was the reason why you had tear stained cheeks. Lucas glanced at you before he sighed. He took your hand in his. “Y/N? Do you want to talk about what happened tonight?”

You looked down at Lucas’s hand holding yours. You couldn’t help but think about how you felt absolutely nothing for this sweet man in front of you. You tried so hard to think about spending a future with Lucas. You thought Lucas was your chance of finally being happy. But after seeing Harry? After kissing Harry? You knew what you had to. You looked up at Lucas’s eyes filled with nothing but concern. You sighed before you whispered, “I can’t be with you anymore, Lucas.”

Lucas let go of your hand. Staring at his lap, he let out an, “Oh.” You shook your head as you inched closer to him. You placed your hand on his knee. “I can’t be the girl you need, Lucas. You’re so sweet and so caring. I don’t deserve you.”

Lucas nodded as he placed his hand on top of yours. “It’s okay, Y/N. I understand.” You leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Suddenly the car pulled in front of your apartment building. You thanked the uber driver and said a goodbye to Lucas before you got out of the car. You started to walk inside until Lucas called out your name. He had the window rolled down as he said, “I hope you get your happy ending with him one day, Y/N.”

You smiled. This boy really was something special. You knew he would make someone feel so happy one day. “I’ll see you at the wedding tomorrow.” You said before you made your way inside.


You let out a yawn as you stepped off the elevator, a tray of coffee in your hand. Whenever you closed your eyes, all you saw was Harry’s crying face. Guilt consumed your body as you thought about the lie you told Harry. You knew there was no way that you could fix it. You knew this was officially the end of an era. You sighed, hoping the makeup artist Emma hired for today will be able to conceal a broken heart. You knocked on Emma’s door before Olivia, another bridesmaid, opened the door for you. You gave her a small smile and hug before you walked into the hotel room.

Emma and Niall decided to have their wedding at one of the most beautiful hotels London had to offer, Hotel ZaZa. They both rented a room dedicated to the groomsmen to get ready and a room for the bridesmaids to get ready.

Emma’s eyes lit up as soon as she saw you. She walked over to you and gave you a hug before she grabbed the coffee tray out of your hands. “Y/N! Just in time, it’s your turn to get your makeup done.” You nodded as you sat in front of the makeup artist. The other two bridesmaids were sitting on the other side of the room getting their hair done. Emma sat down on the bed across from you. She noticed how quiet you were as the makeup artist was having at it on your face. “I saw you and Harry out on the patio last night.” Emma whispered softly. She saw the moment you pulled away from Harry after the kiss. She saw how Harry crumbled to the floor as you fled the scene. You glanced at Emma before you looked away.

“Do you want to talk about it softly?” Emma asked. You shook your head as the makeup artist was grabbing a brush. “No. It’s your wedding day. We should be focusing on you right now.” You smiled softly at Emma. “Are you ready to become Mrs. Horan?”


You smiled your best smile as you walked down the aisle. You looked straight ahead to see a very nervous Niall smiling at you. As you walked to where the other bridesmaids were standing, you mouthed to him, “You got this.”

Suddenly an instrumental version of “A Thousand Years” started to play, signaling the bride was coming. You smiled as you saw Emma walking down with her father. You remember when Emma told you that she wanted to walk down to this song, you thought it was silly. You thought it was a total cliche. But after seeing Emma smiling down at her husband to be with tears on both their faces, you knew this song was perfect for him. You truly knew they would love each other for thousands of years.

Finally the time came for Niall and Emma to say their vows to each other. You noticed Niall’s trembling fingers as he reached inside his suit pocket to grab his paper. He took a deep breath before he looked into Emma’s eyes.

“Emma, when I met you a year ago, I knew you were going to be the girl I married. After our second date, I promised myself that I would never hurt you. I promised that I will always be the one to make you laugh whenever you’re upset, to be the one that holds your hand when you need someone to talk to, and to be the one that you can call your best friend. The more that I’m with you, the more I forget the feeling of being lonely.”

As Harry was listening to Niall’s vows, he couldn’t help but look at you. God, he thought. You looked absolutely gorgeous. How was it that everyone’s eyes were on the bride but he couldn’t take his eyes off you? You were stunning. Harry’s eyes started to well with tears as he stared at his best friend. He couldn’t help but think that the next wedding you were going to be at would be your own with Lucas.

Emma cleared her throat before she promised her vows to Niall, “Niall Horan, I have never met someone that makes me laugh as much as you do. Never have I ever found someone that I can truly be myself with. You make me forget all of my troubles in the world and I could never thank you enough for that. I promise to always choose you. Whenever things get hard and whenever you need someone to talk to, I will be your best friend. I will be your wife.”

You wiped away a tear as you looked out into the guests. Immediately you were able to find Harry’s green eyes. You noticed how Harry was tearing up as he was staring back at you. You couldn’t help but think these were the kind of vows you always pictured yourself saying to Harry. You couldn’t get Harry off your mind.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Niall, you may kiss your bride.”


Emma smiled gratefully at you as she washed her hands. “Thank you so much, Y/N. I knew going to the restroom was going to be hard but I didn’t think it was going to be that hard.” You let out a chuckle as you were washing your own hands. Emma was practically begging you to help her pee while she was in her dress during dinner. How could you say no to the bride?

“No problem at all, love.” You replied as you dried your hands. You were about to walk out the restroom when you noticed Emma wasn’t following. You closed the door and turned around to see Emma staring off into space.

“Em? You ready?” You asked. Emma looked back at you and smiled. She pulled you into a hug. Confused, you returned the hug. Emma pulled away from the hug and pulled you over to the lounge area of the restroom. She sat on one of the couches and you followed after her. Emma grabbed your hand in hers. “Y/N. Even though I’ve known you for less than a year, I can happily say you’re one of my best friends.”

You smiled, “You’re my best friend too, Em.” Emma smiled before she continued, “In my relationship with Niall, you’ve been nothing but supportive. You’ve supported our love for each other from the start and I will always remain grateful. That’s why, as your best friend, I want nothing but you to be happy. And I know that being happy means being with Harry.”

You were about to object but Emma shook her head no. “When I saw you guys last night, it was obvious how much you guys loved each other. Anyone could clearly see that. When I saw you guys kiss, I was rooting for the two of you. I really was. Harry, he’s a good guy. And you deserve nothing but that. It broke my heart when I saw you run away. And when I saw how devastated Harry was? I thought that was it. I had to get you guys to understand that you guys had to come together, not run away. I know he’s hurt you. But you’ve hurt him too. Talk to him, make things right, allow yourself to be happy.”

By the end of Emma’s speech, you had her pulled into a tight hug. Emma smiled as she hugged you back. You pulled back from the hug as you smiled at Emma. “Thank you for that.”


Harry was sitting down at his assigned table, an untouched plate of food in front of him. He was watching Emma and her dad sharing their father-daughter dance until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned his head to find you standing behind him.

“H? Can we talk?”


thank you guys so much for reading! i’ve been getting nothing but sweet and kind messages about this series and when the next part was going to be posted. i hope i did everyones justice! lol i love hearing from you guys! definitely let me know what you guys thought/ want to see happen next! all the love, t. 

you can find the rest of my writing here

you can find part 7 here

fun fact: for my mom’s wedding two years ago, she walked down to a thousand years lol 

Wedding prep

Filling a prompt from @missweber




Bitty closed the screen of his laptop very gently.

Then he buried his face in his hands, scrubbed them over his eyes, and said “Good Lord.”

He only jumped a little when he heard Jack’s voice behind him.

“Everything all right?”

Bitty twisted around to face Jack, not concerned about the way his hair was going every which way from his fingers raking through it, and said, “Can we elope already? I don’t think I can stand six more months of this.”

Jack filled a glass from the kitchen and tap and said, “Which one? Mine or yours?”

“Mine,” Bitty groaned. “I swear she thinks it’s not a real wedding without yards of white organza and orange blossoms. She keeps sending me pictures of men decked out in white tailcoats with ridiculous pastel cummerbunds and ties. And there was a link to a story where you could rent doves to release to … symbolize something or other. I told her we just wanted a low-key wedding. Why is she doing all this?”

Jack leaned against the counter and drank his water.

“Is she feeling left out, maybe?” he said. “Because we’re doing it in Montreal?”

“I don’t know.” Bitty said. “Maybe. Probably. But I don’t care if same-sex marriage is legal – there’s nowhere in Madison that I would want to do this. Even at home – it could make things difficult for Coach. And too many people would get wind of it here in Providence.”

Jack considered.

“Parse suggested we head out to Vegas,” he said. “Then at least she wouldn’t feel like she’s losing out to my parents.”

“First, no,” Bitty said. “Not Vegas. And second, it’s not a competition! Your folks have room, and it’s private, and they offered. They even offered to let my folks stay at the house. What more does she want?”

“Maybe something to do?” Jack suggested. “So she’d feel part of it?”

“But you should see what she’s sent, Jack. How can I put her in charge of flowers or wedding favors or anything if she’s trying to make this into a recreation of Princess Diana’s wedding to Prince Charles?”

“Wasn’t that like, in the ‘80s?”

“When my mother was in prime dreaming-of-weddings mode, yes, Jack. Flower girls, Jack. She wants flower girls. Does she think we can just rent them?”

“It’ll be all right, lapinou,” Jack said. “Let me shower and then we can head for the market, OK?”

*******************************

“Of course I care about Uncle Mario and Uncle Wayne, and Ray and Steve and all of them, and Julia and Meg and Sandra too,” Jack said to his mother later. “But we can’t have them all at the wedding, Maman. This is my wedding, mine and Bittle’s, not yours and Papa’s.”

He paced on the balcony in the chilly air, his phone held up to his ear. He paused to listen, glad that Bitty was busy in the kitchen with his music going and couldn’t hear his half of the conversation.

“I know they care about me,” he said. “And marrying Bittle is well worth celebrating, I agree. But we really want to celebrate with our friends – our friends from Samwell, and Providence, and some of Eric’s family. Even with that, I’m counting about 50 people, give or take. But at least none of them require their own security.”

“Thanks, Maman. If you want, maybe we can have a party after we get back from France? Invite the whole world if you want. It can be your world, but I’ll bring Eric so you can show him off.”

“Yes, Maman, Eric said he got the pictures of the suits you sent. He liked them, I think, but there was some change … I don’t remember. You’re going to have to talk to him.”

Jack ended the call and went into the kitchen.

“I think I have it sorted,” he said. “But we might have to show up at a party when we get back from the honeymoon. I told her to talk to you about the suits.”

“Mm,” Bitty said, concentrating on a tiny lattice for a mini-pie. “As long as they’re not white, they’re fine, really.”

“I have an idea,” Jack said. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“OK.”

“You know how we were going to Montreal over the bye week to taste food and pick a florist and all?”

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t we invite your parents to come, too? Or just your mom, if your father is busy?”

“Because?”

“Because then she could feel like she’s involved,” Jack said. “Don’t worry about all the white lace and stuff. Maman will make sure we get something you’d approve of. But then Maman would also have someone to gush to.”

“She does think your mother’s a style icon,” Bitty said.

“She’s never seen my mother in yoga pants and one of my dad’s old T-shirts,” Jack said. “And anyway, my mother thinks your mother is refreshingly unjaded and one of the most genuinely nice people she has ever met.”

Bitty snorted. “Yes, well, she’s never challenged my mother’s jam supremacy.”

“So you think it will work?”

“Probably,” Bitty said.

“Good,” Jack said. “Then they can both convince you it’s not a good idea to make five dozen mini-pies with lattice tops for party favors the day before the wedding.”

The Mistake (Part 1) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The One With The Wedding In Vegas”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Malia Tate, Mason Hewitt, Cora Hale, Corey Bryant & Reader

Author’s Note: This chapter was entirely too fun to write. Probably because I was mildly drunk while doing so…. For my purposes, even though i kind of love Stalia, Stalia never happened in this AU, so Stiles lost his virginity to Lydia. *rolls eyes* whatever. Clearly still mildly drunk while writing this A.N. and am fully team StilesxReader at this point. Um, yea, this is my birthday, fake-relationship mini series present for @fillthevoid-stilinski. The fake-relationship part comes in the next part :)

Summary: Ten years later, Stiles and Y/n are twenty-six and partying in Las Vegas in a joint bachelor/bachelorette party for Scott and Allison, days before their wedding back in Beacon Hills.

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Epilogue

Originally posted by hoech-bear

“Are you nervous about tomorrow?”

“Why?” Stiles answered your question with a question. ’The Master of Evasion’, you thought to yourself with an internal eye roll.

“Because that is your third whiskey neat, and we’re only on cocktails. We haven’t even done dinner and the casino yet, Sti.” You said with one eyebrow arched in amused concern.

Stiles stared down at his drink, and then looked up at you. “Have you been monitoring me, Giz?”

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If you have been following me for a while you will recognise my favourite spot. I come here to work a lot and we also regularly meet here with a good friend to catch up. The last time we met was a few days before his wedding and now we have all returned and he is married, which is overwhelming and wonderful. The wedding was beautiful but it didn’t really sink in until seeing him as we usually do. I had to get his wedding ring in the frame, because I have so many photographs like these and they are starting to tell their own story :–)

Four Weddings

Part 1 of this really fluffy series that I’ve been trying to write for what feels like ten years. I hope you guys enjoy it! Please send some feedback and fill this out to be added to my tag list! 

Word Count: 6000+

Warnings: Language and cute stuff 

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

Tom was an idiot, he was sure of it. The only reason he even decided to go to these stupid weddings were because Joanne was going to be there, she was going to be at each of the weddings, and of course, when he found out she was seeing someone else Tom just had to RSVP with, “Yes I will be attending, with one guest.”

Now it was three days before the first wedding, and he was just as single as ever. “How hard can it be to find a girl to go with me to a few weddings?” he remembered telling himself when he sent in his RSVP months ago and had since forgotten about it. That is until his old friend, Jerry, who was getting married, sent him a message. It read, hey man! Can’t wait to see you and your girl at the wedding, been too long. Tom knew he was royally fucked.

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So when Lena was almost forced into the arranged marriage she learned that Daxem has different marriage/wedding traditions than earth so logically krypton would have different wedding traditions. And she talks to Alex and Clarke and researches traditional kryptonian marriage traditions. And then a few days before their human wedding Lena surprises Kara with traditional kryptonian style wedding. She tries to recreate everything from the ceremony to the architecture to food because she knows that little kryptonian Kara had a dream kryptonian wedding and she wants Kara to have that dream wedding.

And Kara? Kara fucking breaks down when she realizes what’s happening. Because not only does this women want to marry her but she’s loves Kara enough to marry her twice. Kara can’t believe how much she loves Lena and it confirms that Lena is not only her earth soulmate but her soulmate of all universes.

  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair; drumming his fingers*
  • John: *enters* Hey.
  • Sherlock: *distracted* Mmm *looks at him; stands up* you're home early!
  • John: *rummaging in the freezer* Yeah, well...my date didn't like the fact I have a daughter *shoves a bag of peas between his legs; winces* it got messy. How is she?
  • Sherlock: Sleeping.
  • John: *hobbles to his chair; sits down carefully* I'll see her in a bit-
  • Sherlock: *quickly* No time like the present; you must be tired.
  • John: *frowns*
  • Molly: *knocks, entering* Helloooo?
  • Sherlock: *hurries over; smiling enthusiastically* Look, John's here! Isn't that great?
  • Molly: *confused* I thought- *realises* oh, err, yeah. Great. How are you, John?
  • John: *shrugs* Been better *gestures* Aren't you going to take your coat off?
  • Molly: *holding her coat at the collar* No.
  • Sherlock: *puzzled* No?
  • Molly: *through gritted teeth* No!
  • Sherlock: *wide-eyed; turns to John* No. No, she's- it's cold in here.
  • Molly: *pink* Yes.
  • John: ...
  • John: *looking between them* O-kay...I suppose you two want to experiment?
  • Sherlock: *sighs* That was the plan-
  • Molly: *elbows him* It's fine.
  • John: *chuckles* Well, maybe I can help.
  • Sherlock: *stern* Over my dead-
  • Molly: *hastily* What he means is-
  • Rosamund: *crying*
  • Sherlock & Molly: *sigh in relief*
  • John: *shakes his head* No rest, is there? *stands* Daddy's here, sweetheart *leaves*
  • Sherlock & Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *rubs his hands together* So. Your place?
  • Molly: *shrugs* Sure.
  • Sherlock & Molly: *leave, hand in hand*
  • -a few minutes later-
  • John: *chuckling* She dropped her- *looks around; sees he's alone* bunny *shrugs; sits at his laptop* at least they're not doing it here.

*day before Feyre and Tamlin’s wedding*

Tamlin: I want to thank you all for coming and celebrating this special moments with me and Feyre. We love each oth-

the Suriel: *shouts from the crowd with middle fingers up* shut up you tool

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*wedding day*

Priest: you may kiss the bride

the Suriel: *sprints and tackle Tamlin to the ground before he manages to kiss Feyre*

Tamlin: *hisses* restrain your friends Feyre!!!

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*later*

Feyre: omg Suri what is your problem?? we can’t pretend I love him if you verbally and physically attack him at least once a week!!

the Suriel: yes yes I know I know I’m sorry it won’t happen again. You know I can’t control myself when he’s near you

Feyre: *hugs Suri* aww you know I love you right? come on lets annoy Lucien

Edmund x Reader: Arranged

Prompt/ask: hi! could i request an edmund x reader where they had to have an arranged marriage but the reader loves him and she doesn’t think edmund loves her back? maybe like they’re in bed and sleeping on opposite sides and she wants to cuddle but she’s too afraid to ask him because she thinks he doesn’t love her? idk if that made sense but it would be amazing if you could write it! i love your writing! thank you!! 

Word count: 1,291

Warnings: None

Setting: Golden Age

A/N: Thank you to my lovely friend Danielle (@itsalwaysnarnia) for helping me with part of this story-please give this excellent human being a follow!


Your betrothal to Edmund Pevensie of Narnia was not something you had wished for. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something you had any say in at all.

An arranged marriage was not what you considered the dream future. You couldn’t think of anyone in their right mind who would actually enjoy being stuck with some stranger for the rest of their life, let alone upon meeting them a mere week before the wedding. 

But the moment you met Edmund Pevensie, he didn’t seem like a stranger. No, he was something much more than that in your eyes. It felt as if you had known him in a past life; Perhaps in a dream, or a dream of a dream. It seemed incredibly silly, seeing as you had only exchanged a few words with the young king, and although you were sure he didn’t feel the same, you couldn’t deny how you saw him.

“Y/n?” 

You immediately snapped out of the trance you were in, turning to the dark haired figure standing in the doorway of the castle’s Great Hall.

 “Oh, sorry. I must have, um-” You paused, clearing your throat and avoiding Edmund’s gaze. “Wandered off…” 

The king tilted his head slightly, giving you a questioning look. “Yes, well, you should probably get to bed. It’s, I mean-” He looked at his feet, clearly uncomfortable. “It’s getting late.”

 You nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yes, thanks.” The two of you stood there for a minute. “Right, well, I’m going to uh…” You felt the apples of your cheeks fill with heat. 

“I was just getting to bed, I can walk with you if you’d like.” Edmund offered hesitantly, almost as if he felt an obligation to. 

You nodded gratefully, obliging and taking a step towards the winding marble staircase. “Thank you, Your Highness.” 

Edmund shook his head, almost sadly. “Please don’t call me that. It’s bad enough that we’re stuck in this situation, I don’t need you treating me like I’m somehow…above you.”

 He paused, taking care to avoid eye contact as he walked a few steps ahead of you. 

“Edmund?” You asked, stopping before the entrance to your marital chambers. The king turned slowly on his heel to face you. 

“I’m sorry. For all of this.” You croaked out softly. 

The two of you looked at each other for a moment. Edmund just nodded, remaining silent. He understood what you meant. 

Edmund apprehensively began to unlatch the door, opening it with deliberate listlessness. You took a couple timid steps towards the entrance, watching as the young king tugged at his waist to undo the buckle from the side of his robes.

You stepped into the dark chambers, tugging at the sleeve of your gown and shutting the door behind you as you did so. It made a thunderous sound as the latch clicked once more. 

You had been in these chambers three times before; once on your wedding day and then again on the two evenings that followed. Yet on all three of these occasions, you and Edmund lay on either sides of the bed, not acknowledging each other whatsoever. 

“So,” You said softly, pulling and unbraiding the laces on the back of your gown,  “Uh-”

“You don’t have to try to talk to me.” Edmund replied plainly, letting his robes fall to his feet. “It’s alright.”

 It was immensely dark in the room, so you were unable to see anything more than the general outline of Edmund standing before you. 

You bit the side of your lip, dropping your hands from the laces. “I know, but-” You sighed, gliding your gown over your shoulders and down to your waist. You felt the chilliness in the air run through your body.

Edmund ran a hand through his scraggly hair, looking at you with an odd expression. “Hm?” 

You shook your head rawly, letting the last of your clothing fall and quickly reaching for the nightdress that hung by the wardrobe. “It doesn’t matter.”

You drew what you could see of the bed coverings back, making room for you to lift your legs from the edge of the mattress and settle them under the sheets. It was still cold under the many blankets. 

You sat there silently, leaning against the pillows lining the headboard as you waited for Edmund to join you. You could feel a cool Narnian breeze come in through the cracked window, making you colder than before. Narnia was different than Terebinthia…too different. Nothing was keeping you sane here anymore. 

“You okay?” Edmund asked from beside you. You nodded slowly, sinking down into the blankets.  

Edmund let out a small, slightly defeated sigh, and adjusted his position to rest his head on the flimsy pillows. Although he lay merely a few feet from you, he seemed a great distance away. 

Edmund remained silent, but you could hear him breathing somewhat rapidly. Gradually, your loneliness became much more prominent and the winds became much stronger. 

As you lay there in the cold sheets, restless and completely unsure, thunder began to brew outside your window. You inhaled sharply, praying that the storm would pass. You had never responded well to weather like this.

It was still for a moment before the first lighting cracked. You felt your body tense up instantaneously, your breathing stopping suddenly. You bit your lip, feeling the blood rush to your face and your hands start to shake. 

It was a silly reaction, sure, but you couldn’t help how your body responded.

You gripped the sheets and closed your eyes, holding back the fear that coursed through your veins. You had every intention on letting Edmund sleep peacefully, but with this thunderstorm, it might not go as planned.

“Ed?” You said softly, almost afraid of his response. Edmund groaned from the edge of the bed. 

“What?” He asked, rather roughly. You licked your lips, trying to ignore the sounds coming from your window. “Nevermind. Go back to sleep.” 

You could feel Edmund roll over, assuming that he was facing you now. 

“Is everything alright? You’ve been squirming.” 

Before you could respond, a loud noise that sounded like hundreds of canons erupting came from the window. You whimpered, wincing slightly. 

“I’m fine.” You said hastily, sensing that Edmund was about to say something. You turned away from him in the darkness, clutching the sheets and curling up on the edge of the mattress. 

For a minute, both of you were still. Then, precipitously, you felt a cold arm making its way around your waist. 

You hadn’t heard Edmund move closer to you-perhaps you had been too focused on the horrific noises coming from outside of Cair Paravel-but, regardless, there he was.

You felt his breath on your bare neck as his arm extended to reach all the way around you, pulling his body closer to yours in the process. His lips were mere centimeters away from your collarbone. 

You felt oddly calmed in this position. Even if you didn’t know what to make of it, it was nice to feel his body against yours, keeping you warm. 

“I know the storms here can be a bit scary sometimes,” Edmund whispered, his hot breath hitting your neck with every word he uttered, “You’ll be okay.” He paused, breathing a bit heavily now. “I just want you to feel…safe.” 

You nodded in acknowledgement, a smile beginning to form on your lips. The feeling of Edmund beside you was something you never thought you needed, but now that it was happening, you realized you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

As you lay there, smiling to yourself, the storm slowly dying down and Edmund’s arms around you, you began to think that you would start to feel a little more sane here.