i love the back of her wedding dress

The Wedding Planner (Part 1)

Summary– Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams– later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé. 

Author’s Note– First off, I am just beyond excited for this series! I absolutely loved this movie and figured, “Why not make it into a series and add my own twist to it?” So I finally did and I really hope you all enjoy it! feedback would be greatly appreciated folks.

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ECCC musings...

I haven’t been on for a week as my sister was here so I apologize if some of this was repeated by others…

I had never been to a Comic Con or a fan event so call me a virgin. The whole experience was an amazing eye opener. Thousands of people dressed up in outrageous costumes. it was the best people watching I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been to Mardi Gras and Walmart. So much fun!

I live here in Seattle, but my sister was in (fellow Outlander Junkie) from out of town so we stayed downtown. We met some fellow Outlanders at a Pub Thursday night, and found our commonalities extended way past our love for Sam and Cait. Just like Jamie and Claire…I’ve discovered that there are reasons we have come together that extend beyond a TV Show, we need each other.

We got to the line for the panel at 8:00. Herded like cattle, stifling air, people cutting in line to stand with friends who were holding spots …lack of coffee…but we loved every minute of it! We made friends with two gals who flew in from Austin, Texas. Turns out they ran into Sam at Pike Place Market the night before. He was having a beer with a guy friend. Super nice and they showed us pics. He had on a baseball hat and they weren’t sure it was him as they thought he seemed too thin, but it was him.

Two gals in front of us were from CA. They’ve been to many of these events and have met all the cast. Their vacations are following Outlander fan events. Please shoot me if I get to this level. If you don’t, my husband will. They only spoke of Sam and get this…one was Tweeting back and forth with Shatner as he wanted to know how it was going. I threw up in my mouth a little.

There were very few men and they all said they were getting brownie points from their wives. The talk was all about Sam. I tried to bring up Cait several times with little interest. There were several dressed in costumes, one as Paris Claire in the yellow cape, and a couple dressed as Wedding Frank and Claire… more throw up in my mouth. My feet were killing me, but we finally went to the main stage. We ended up 10 rows back. Then…out they came!

First thing I noticed was her black jacket she says she loves, and the GOLD band on her index finger!!! Looking at Sam live is an out of body experience, I blush just thinking about it! Chemistry between them??? Like a married couple, without a doubt. They answered questions like they were reading each other’s thoughts, teasing and in synch. The question about how it was filming apart for Voyager and him saying that she loved having her own trailer…my sister and I said busted at the same time as Cait looked at him and he tried back peddling…sorry guys, this was a golden bread crumb! The two next to me said, Wow, his girlfriend won’t like that!

The hour flew by and again we were herded out like cattle. Waiting in line at the Sheraton for autographs for several more hours we met a lady from Arkansas with her daughter. It didn’t take me long to figure out she was an anti. She was all about MM and Sam and how awful that people were writing things on her IG. She said they had so much in common and Cait is too sophisticated for Sam…this three hour line was going to be slow! Met a great gal from Guam that was wearing a Turtle Soup shirt!

Finally it was my turn!!! Good thing I was exhausted or I would have freaked! We were told to move through quickly and no personalizing. Cait is even more beautiful in person. Her skin is perfect! I told her we booed when teasingly Sam was making fun of Ireland as we were 100 % Irish American, and we love Sam…but Ireland always first! She laughed and yelled over to him, “hear that Heughan!” Ireland forever! To which he said, “Always”! She wanted to know what counties our ancestors were from, and then I was standing in front of SAM! I can not tell you what I said next as when I looked into his eyes it was like Mowgli looking into Caa the snakes eyes in Jungle Book, I was in a trance! My sister said she was glad I was talking so she could study his face…perfect super pink mouth, and the most amazing light blue eyes. As I walked off he yelled behind me, “love Ireland”!!!

We ran into some of the people we met there and just giggled and laughed over all our experiences! We shared SM and promised to stay in touch…as bonding over Outlander and Sam and Cait is a happy, happy place for all of us!!! 🍀🍀🍀

Dear Journal,

This morning I got woken up by Lily and Teddy both jumping on the bed.

“Today’s the day! You’re getting married!” She said.

I smiled instantly. Merlin, today was the day.. I’ve been waiting for this moment since Sirius proposed in 7th year. Teddy jumped in my arms and I hugged him tightly.

“Have you slept well love?” I asked Teddy, remembering how cuddled up we fell asleep.

He nodded with a big smile on face. I kissed both of his cheeks and placed his messy curls.

“Maybe you should go wake up Padda love, we don’t want him to show up at the wedding in pyjama’s!” I said, hugging Teddy once again.

“Okay! Kissie!” Teddy said, making a kissy face.

I gave him a quick kiss and he ran to the door with Lily following him. I colapsed on my bed and smiled to myself. I was nervous but so excited to marry Sirius. I started getting ready and Lily came back with her dress on. She looked breathtakingly beautiful.

“Wow Lily.. You look amazing!” I said, hugging her again.

“Thank you Remus.. Do you mind if I get ready here? I don’t want you to be alone.” She said, her smile still present.

“It’s okay, I actually need help with my hair.. they’re a bit messy and I can’t style them properly.. Can you help me?” I asked.

She placed my curls so they would stay on place all day long. I felt a bit fancy with all those hair products in my curls!

As I was putting on my suit, I heared a knock on the door. Mum and Dad.

“Oh Honey look at you!” Mum said with tears in her eyes.

“Mum please you’re going to make me cry!” I said, hugging her small figure.

“I’m so proud of you my son.” Dad said, joining the hug.

“I love you both..” I whispered.

Teddy then came rushing in with a piece of paper in his small hand.

“Padda is awake!” He yelled, handing me the paper.

“Thank you Teddy. Do you want to go get ready with grandpa?” I asked.

“Okay!” He smiled, taking dad’s hand.

I unfolded the piece of paper and instantly recognized Sirius’ neat handwritting.

“I can’t wait to marry you my love… See you down the aisle.. Sirius xox”

I smiled and hugged the paper to my heart. Sirius was maybe a badboy heartbraker but sometimes he was just as romantic. I folded the paper and placed it into my suit pocket so it could be with me all day long. I couldn’t wait to put it in my memory box at home. I started working on my bow tie but Sirius usualy helps me with it. Mum noticed my strugle and helped me tie it beautifuly and whispered in my ear.

“You know, I always knew you two would end up together. The way you talked about him and the way he looked at you.. it was written in the sky.” She said.

“I love him so much mum.” I smiled.

“Oh honey I know you do. I’m so glad you found someone perfect for you. You found the right man.” She smiled.

She then left to go get her hair done with Lily. I was alone in my room, ready as I’ll ever be. I stared at my reflexion. One of my old scars could be seen on my neck but I didn’t think about it because I knew Sirius loves them. I took out my vows and read them again. Was it too cheesy? I hope not.. Suddently I heared a soft knock in the door. I instanlty recognized the voice.

“Moons?” Sirius asked.

“Pads? Don’t come in here you’ll break the tradition!” I said, running to the door.

“I won’t love.. I won’t.. I just wanted to hear your voice that’s all..” He said.

I leaned my back against the wooden door and closed my eyes, imagining Sirius’ face in my head.

“I’m nervous Pads..” I said.

“It’s just me love.. don’t be nervous..” he said.

“I just want to hold your hand.. It would calm me.” I said.

The door cracked open and his hand peaked in. I took it and squeezed it.

“I can’t wait to see you..” he said.

“Me too..”

After a few minutes, James entered and told me it was time. The room we had reserved was actually a rooftop from which we could see the Eiffel tower. It was beautiful. The flowers made it even prettier. Lily was holding her flowers, ready to walk the aisle with Teddy’s hand in hers.

“You can do this Remus.” She smirked.

I took a deep breath and the music started. My heart started pounding. Lily took Teddy’s hand and walked down the aisle to the music. My mum was the one walking me down the aisle. I felt safe with her by my side. She wrapped her arm around mine and smiled. That was it. It was our moment. Sirius’ and I.

I walked down the aisle and the moment I saw Sirius, I felt all my worries go away. He was so handsome. Merlin I was lucky. His black hair neatly placed, his flushed cheeks and his shaky hands. Suddently I just wanted to run and jump in his arms. He was biting his lip and tears were running down his cheeks. James had a big smile on his face and also had his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. Sirius’ eyes never left mine. He wipped his tears away and smiled. When I arrived at the altar, I gave my mum a kiss and Sirius took both of my hands. I looked into his grey eyes and he mouthed me something while the priest talked.

“We gather here to unite these two lovers in marriage..” The priest said.

“You look beautiful.” Sirius mouthed, not caring about the wedding that was going on.

I smiled and blushed.

“I love you” I mouthed back.

To be honest, I wasn’t really listening to the priest either. He was saying some nonsence! I couldn’t stop looking at Sirius. His eyes were still a bit glossy but he looked so handsome. I got woken up from my dreamland when I heared the priest say some important words.

“It is now time for you both to read your vows.” He said, nodding so I could go first.

“Hum.. okay. My dear Sirius, I can’t even put to words how much you mean to me. Believe me, I would write it in the sky, carve it on mountains and scream it on rooftops. Since the day I met you, I had this feeling in my stomach. The feeling that makes you happy. After all these years of me loving you, the feeling is still there. I want it to be there until my heart beats his last beat because I know that my heart will always beat for you. Yesterday you asked me if I thought we were meant to happen.. I would say it’s more than that. We were made for eachother. I love you so much Sirius. I will always love you, to the moon and back…” I said, looking up from my shaking hands holding the paper.

Sirius was crying and smiling at the same time. I wanted to kiss him. To hug him. He wipped his tears away and took his paper out of his pocket, his hands shaking.

“Well, it’ll be hard to top that.. okay..When I was younger.. Before I went to Hogwarts .. I always thought I would hate my life. I thought I would have to live with a pureblood wife.. I didn’t want this life.. But when I saw you Remus, I knew anything was possible. I knew i could be loved and more important, i knew I could be with someone I love. I was always taught that love wasn’t real. That you couldn’t fall in love. But when I saw you I found it hard to believe. Imagining my life without you is painful. You are my whole world Remus. We’ve been through so much.. I love you.. to the moon and back…” he said, tears running down his cheeks.

I was also crying. Merlin I loved him so much. I extended my hand to wipe his tears away which made our family and friends laugh. The priest smiled and continued talking.

“Remus John Lupin, do you take Sirius Orion Black to be your husband? Do you promise to be faithful to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him and to honor him all the days of your life?” He asked.

I smiled and looked into Sirius’ eyes.

“I do.”

“Sirius Orion Black, do you take Remus John Lupin to be your husband? Do you promise to be faithful to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him and to honor him all the days of your life?” He repeated.

“I do” Sirius said, looking into my eyes.

“ I can now pronounce you.. Husband and Husband!” The priest laughed. “You may now kiss.”

Sirius layed his hands on my cheeks and crashed his lips on mine. It was the best kissed we ever shared. Our family and friends were all cheering. Teddy ran to us and Sirius picked him up so we could have a family hug.

We spent the night with our friends and family. It was amazing. Everyone was so happy for us. We danced a lot! It was the best night of our lives. James even made a speach using only words with no a’s which was pretty funny to listen to. It was perfect.

When it was getting really late, everyone came back to the hotel. Teddy was asleep in his car seat and it was adorable. James and Lily were going to babysit him for our first night as husbands. James had told us that they would take care of him and we could have fun.

“C'mon we all know you’re going to have some fun.. Soooo we got you two a royal suite!!” James said, smirking.

“Are you insane!!” I said.

“Nope! You two go have fun.” He smirked, giving us the royal suite key.

Sirius and I walked to the room and it was beautiful! The bed was giant! Sirius and I laughed because we always joke about how we can both sleep in a single bed, cuddled up. Just like our Hogwarts times.

“Okay, my dear husband, now we get you out of this suit.” Sirius laughed.

We both undressed slowly. Sirius kissed every inch of my body while my hands touched every inch of his. His broad shoulders were full of marks. So was my neck and collarbone. Our hands tangled in eachothers hair. It was slow and pleasurable. We kissed and kissed and kissed.. It was perfect. Being alone with Sirius made me happy. Plus, he kept calling me “husband” and I couldn’t stop smiling. Once we collapsed on the bed, panting and sweating, Sirius laughed.

“Oh my god..” Sirius said.

“What?”

“We just had sex for the first time as husbands!” He said.

I just started laughing.

“Merlin you’re so funny!” I giggled.

“C'mere.. I want to cuddle you.” He said, wrapping his arms around me.

“Your vows were beautiful..” i said.

“You think so? Yours made me cry!” He chuckled.

“I love you.” I said, kissing him.

“I love you too baby.”

“Wanna get some sleep?” I asked.

“Yeah.. I’m exhausted.. Goodnight my Husband.” He said, kissing my forehead and then my lips.

“Goodnight my husband.. It’s weird to finally say it.” I chuckled.

“It is. But i can get use to it. It suits you well.” He smiled.

“I love you Sirius.” I said.

“I love you too.”

We fell asleep cuddled into one another. His hands on my bare back and mine on his bare chest. We were united. We were finally married.

-Remus
May 20th 1998

Red Queen series "happy ending" we all secretly want to see

• a Calore kingdom where silver and red people are on the same level
• Mare as the fucking red queen of the right Calore brother
• Maven mentally “healed” right before his death (in a scene similar to the one in CoHF by Cassandra Clare, who read it know what scene I’m talking about)
• Evangeline and Elane as the queens of the Samos kingdom
• Ptolemus protects his sister at all cost and kill his mother and father in the process but being killed by some guard (because, even if I love the Samos siblings, I loved Shade even more)
• Evangeline avenging his brother death in a really scary and sadistic way
• Sara and Julian finally happy and together
• Julian finding the origin of the powers
• CAMERON COLE X ACCEPTANCE OF HER POWER
• Gisa Barrow designes a fucking awsome wedding dress for her sister
• Evangeline and Mare friendship
• Cal (and later Mare) helping Evangeline taking her kingdom (and her girlfriend) back
• Farley as a single mother, because she doesn’t need a boyfriend at all cost
• Kilorn x Cal friendship because I’m always a slut for male friendship dinamics
• Cal grandma’s powers, because, let’s face it, she’s like Olenna Tyrell in GoT but with a really scary destroy-everything-I-don’t-like power
• no more Barrow deaths
• Ptolemus x healer (I forgot her name but it doesn’t matter because I suck at remembering names)

Feel free to add your wish, I’d love to know them

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“Out!” The door hit her in the shoulder as she pulled it open. Katniss ignored the pain. “I said out!”

Gale brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, his fingertips skimming along her cheek as he did so. She pushed his hand away. “Come on, babe, let’s talk about this.”

“You can ‘talk about this’ with your other babe.” Katniss hated air quotes with a passion. Right now, she hated him enough to ignore that. “I said out.”

She heard a door squeak down the hall. Lazy shits in management had promised to fix that months ago. Katniss glared at the man who had dared to poke his head into the hallway. “Not you, Mellark. You stay in.” He didn’t budge. Was nobody listening to her today?

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Predicting the Future

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“Hey guys and welcome back to another Predicting YouTubers Futures! I’m joined again with Josh,” Joe said making a weird face into the camera before the clip jumped to an unamused Josh, “Today’s YouTuber is the one and only Y/N Y/L/N!”

“You guys went completely crazy with comments about how she should be the next person so here we go!” Josh said clapping his hands together, before the clip jumped to an animated figure that looked just like you as the boys continued to speak.

“So my guess is that Y/N will never quit YouTube, she loves it too much and her subscriber count will grow and grow as she continues to make everyone laugh and smile with her own” Joe said, a small tint of pink colored his cheeks as he thought about his girlfriend’s smile. 

“Yeah she’ll still be making videos when she’s old and grey, running down the halls of her nursing home telling us how riveting her knitting session was” Josh chimed in with a laugh. “I bet she’d still be writing her stories, probably become the worlds olds best selling author, or the next J.K. Rowling”

“Yeah, she’d create the next fantasy series that will be made into movies along side her many autobiographies, which if you haven’t already go buy her book its pretty good” Joe said holding up his girlfriend’s book as Josh nods, backing his mates statement.

“What about her love life?” Josh asks as the animations shows you in a wedding dress.

“Oh thats easy, she’ll be married to me and we’ll have two little Sugglets running around making life just the right amount of hectic. We’d move back to the country side and have a big house with a thatched roof…”

“Woah woah woah mate, lets remember that this is Y/N’s life, not yours. Fairly certain she’s not into thatched roofs as much as you are.” Josh said cutting off Joe’s ramble as the animation rewinds back to you in the wedding dress. “I think Y/N will end up finding someone much better than you, like a really buff body builder and they’ll get married and she’d end up moving to some really cool island where they’ll just make videos exploring every inch of it and once they’ve done that, they’ll have a few kids who will become the main characters in her books and they’ll be asked to play themselves in the movies.” 

The camera jumps back to the two boys sat on the bed, Joe’s faced turn down into a frown as he listens to Josh’s theory on how Y/N’s life will pan out. 

“Wow cheers mate” Joe rolled his eyes at Josh who only shrugged in response. 


“Well guys thats the end of this week’s video, comment down below which YouTuber Josh and I should predict the future for next. Make sure to give this video a thumbs up if you enjoyed it, don’t subscribe to Josh, and I’ll see you next week. Bye!” Joe heard his voice close out his video as he made his way out of his office to the kitchen where you were sitting watching his recent video.

“Are you really watching that?” Joe asked from behind you. 

“Well you tagged me in so I kind of had to” You said with a smile, spinning around in your chair to face him.

You watched Joe’s cheeks turn the same shade of pink as it did in the video, his eyes shifting to the ground. 

“I think it was pretty accurate.” You said bring his attention back to you.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I don’t see myself quitting YouTube anytime soon, I probably will still be vlogging when I’m old and grey if it still makes me happy” You said standing up and moving to wrap your arms around Joe. 

“I’d love to watch that” Joe said kissing the top of your head before you moved it to look back up at him. 

“And I’d love to continue to write, becoming the next J.K. Rowling would be a dream.” You laughed. “You guys even got my love life pretty much spot on as well although I’ve never really been into the body builder type.”

“So you’d marry me?”

“I didn’t say that,” You said with a smirk, “but I suppose I could settle.” 

You pushed yourself up on your tippy toes, connecting your lips with Joe. You smiled into the kiss when you felt him deepen the kiss, his hands moving to the small of your back.

“Can I take that as a yes then?” Joe said after you pulled away. 

“Maybe if you asked properly, that was a pretty impersonal question.” You said unwrapping your arms from him and moving back to you spot at the worktop. 

You smiled slightly as Joe let out a fake laugh, knowing that he’d have to do a lot better than that if he had intentions of actually marrying you. 

“Wait so if everything in the video was pretty spot on, do you really not like thatched roofs?” You could hear the sadness in his voice. 

You turned back around in your chair, “They’re not my favorite type of roof but I wouldn’t completely hate it if we moved into a house that had one, as long as you maintained it and didn’t make me, or our kids, help.” 

“So you have kids with me too?” Joe’s lips curved back up into a smile. 

“You’re getting way too ahead of yourself Sugg. Stop thinking about the future and think about now, starting with ‘what are we going to have for dinner?’.”

“I was just about to cook before your distracted me by watching that video.” Joe said in a sarcastic tone leaning down to kiss your cheek before moving to the other side of the worktop. 

“Mhmm, sure.” You said with the same sarcastic tone as you watched him rummage around in the fridge for the ingredients needed for dinner, a slight smile growing on your lips. 

Loved You First (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: The reader just returned from a long trip abroad, only to discover her best friend, Peggy Carter, is engaged to none other than her heartbreakingly beautiful ex-boyfriend, Bucky Barnes. (Modern au!)

Word Count: 2.2k

Wanings: none

A/n: Me actually posting something: a concept. Thank you for sticking around I love y’all :))

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A week went by, and you managed to push your conflicting thoughts about Bucky to the back of your mind. You spent a lot of your time working with Peggy to plan her wedding. The two of you looked at floral arrangements, bridesmaid dresses, and different venues. Bucky was largely absent, as he had to fly to Chicago for a business trip.

“(Y/n), what do you think about this one?” Peggy asked, gesturing toward a tall vase with dahlias and hydrangeas peeking out of the top. You wrinkled your nose.

“It’s too tall,” you mused. “Your guests should be able to see each other over the centerpieces.” You ran your index finger over a shiny leaf. The two of you continued to walk around the shop, smelling and admiring the multitude of different centerpieces. As you rounded a corner, Peggy stopped, her hand latching onto your forearm.

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Sacred Vows

Summary: This was written for @bionic-buckyb​‘s 5K writing challenge. I chose the prompt, “There’s no one else I’d rather have in my life than you” Thank you for allowing me to take part in this. Hope you like it.

Word Count: Kinda lengthy (sorry)

 Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/N: I’m a true romantic and James Buchanan Barnes deserves to love and be loved. 

Bucky wanted a simple ceremony in front of a justice of the peace. You didn’t care as long as you and he were joined in holy matrimony. Natasha Romanoff super sleuth discovered your plans and alerted the team. Tony scoffed at the thought of a “shot gun wedding.” “You’re getting married on my private island. Pepper will handle the wedding details and the rest of us are your wing men and women.” Tony rubbed his hands together with a gleam in his eyes. You could see the cogs turning in his head!!

“But Tony, Bucky and I don’t want anything over the top,” Y/N pleaded, trying to keep up with his long strides. “Uh, sorry future Mrs. Frost Bite, did you say something?” Bucky slapped his forehead and sighed heavily, finally relenting, “okay Stark. Our wedding is in your hands.”

A chorus of “yay” and thunderous applause erupted in the common room. Pepper sprang into action contacting the necessary shops. While on the phone with the decorator, she removed the phone from her ear, “YN? What are your colors?” Honestly, you and Bucky never discussed colors. “We don’t have a color preference.” “Pish posh. Let me see. What about cobalt blue, grey and white?” “Okay, let’s see the colors together.” Hanging up from the decorators she pulled up the colors on her tablet and showed them to Bucky and his fiancé.

“What do you think, babe?” Bucky looked in amazement. “I really like the colors. What do you think, Doll?” “I say YES.” Wanda and Nat found a quaint little bridal shop in Manhattan, Le Chic. The bridal party arrived via white stretch limo.

“Ladies, your chariot awaits.” YN, Wanda, Nat and Dr. Cho gasped. “Really Tony? A limo?” “Yep future Mrs. Frozensicle. Go big or go home.” The ladies looked at each other and made their way to the white stretch limo. Pepper knew Tony had a soft spot for YN and wanted to make her special day one they’ll never forget.

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Wedding Dance1

A/N:  It’s been a while since we wrote something together, but we hope you enjoy this.  We think it’s going to be about 5 parts long.  This part is all Harry fluff.  Enjoy!

It’s already dark outside, but the chilly summer breeze feels comfortable. It had been a warm day, not hot like the days in late August usually are – a perfect day for a wedding. I want such a glorious day for my own wedding. The sun shone high in the sky during the day, and now the stars and the moon are twinkling with fairy lights.

I’m sitting in my chair, my place card in front of me in case I forget my name. Giggling at my own joke, I play with the white card which tells me my name in raised gold letters. My other hand rests on the stem of my wine glass. It’s nearly midnight. I promised myself I could leave at midnight, go upstairs to my room and sleep, falling onto the bed while still in my dress without removing make up. Who cares? I am alone here, so nobody will see me in the morning. My plan is to leave early tomorrow, so maybe I will be able to escape the parents of the bride. I crave my flat, a warm bath with a glass of wine, and listening to my favourite records. Yes, my flat is tiny, so I can hear the record player in my bathroom. Though my cozy home is small I could never relinquish the luxury of a bathtub. I sigh yearningly as I think of my empty flat.

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Almost

a/n: This could be for any guy tbh. I did cry while writing this. Also this has an important message. Please please pleaseeee DONT DRINK AND DRIVE!!!! You can hurt yourself and others. I’ve seen it happen multiple times.


What’s the most depressing word in the English language?

Almost.

Why? Because it emphasizes that we were almost there, but not quite. That’s what happened with my relationship with Y/N.

We’ve been going out for almost 6 years. I remember the the day we met like it yesterday.

She was sitting on the beach, tanning, when a football hit her right on her head. She always had a tough skin, so she was fine. But she started giving us this attitude. Blabbering on about respect and being total dumbasses. But I don’t even know what she said. One of the guys told me. I was too busy admiring her. She looked absolutely perfect. Like a goddess, only angry. I was able to get her number, and a week later we went on our first date. 6 years later, I proposed that day. 6 months later, today actually, we were almost married. There’s that word again.

It was 2 days before the wedding. She wasn’t nervous for the actual reception, but all the other stuff. Like invitations, food, dj, all the unimportant stuff. I remember she was sitting at the kitchen table, at 2am, with her glasses and her famous messy bun, staring at the computer and papers surrounding her.

I came downstairs and was surprised to find her, considering she said she was going to bed at midnight.

“Babe, what are you doing up?"I asked.

She didn’t hear me, still staring at the computer screen.

"Babe"I said again, a little louder.

She looked up at me and rubbed her eyes, pushing her glasses on top of her head.

"Why aren’t you asleep?"I asked, massaging her shoulders.

She pushed off her, making her way towards the fridge and opening the orange juice.

"I have so much to think about still. People are still saying they don’t have the invitations, and I’m sure someone isn’t going to like what’s there for food, and-”

“Woah woah woah woah. Why are you worrying so much?"I asked her.

She looked at me like I had 13 heads.
"Um, are you insane?"she asked me, sitting down on the counter. I came between her leg, my hands resting on her thighs.

"Babe, everyone is there to see a wedding. It doesn’t have to be a perfect wedding. All that matters is that I’m marrying a perfect girl, and gonna have a perfect life"I said, my hands running up and down her sides.

"You’re annoying you know that"she said, leaning in.

"I know"I smirked, kissing her lips.

"I love you"she said, releasing from the kiss.

"I love you more"I said. She laughed and kissed me again.

The next day, she was going to get her nails done and her dress picked up.
She called me before she went.

"Babe I’ll be back in like 2 hours"She said.

"That’s so long. We need to be together for as long as possible before we’re married"I whined.

"Nate, you’re such a dork. I love you”

“I love you more"I said.

I wish I said it again. And again. I wish I said I’ll come with you. I wish I would’ve made her wish 5 more minutes. Because she wouldn’t have left.

The next call I got was from the police. They called me to tell me they found a woman, with the name of Y/N Y/L/N, found in a car crash. That was the last think I heard before I dropped the phone. I rushed out, crying, to the hospital. I saw them drag her in. They rushed her to the ICU. They didn’t let me in. I tried so hard.

"But we’re family!"I yelled. "We’re almost married!” They still didn’t let me in.

I sat in the waiting room, as one of the nurses accompanied me. She told me it was a drunk driver. People started rushing in. My parents, her parents, her family, my family. Her friends, my friends, our friends. Everyone was waiting.

But no one talked to me. I isolated myself. I told myself this couldn’t be happening. She would wake up, and tomorrow we would get married. We would live happily ever after, like it’s a movie. Except all movies don’t have a happy ending.

After 3 hours, they allowed some people to visit her. They let me go in first. I walked in and she had tubes in almost every part of her body. She was scratched up and bruised. I saw all the cuts over her body. But she still looked like a goddess to me. I sat next to her, holding her hand. Her hand was ice cold. I tried to warm it up with my hands.

I sat there, waiting for good news. If I wanted, I could’ve waited for eternity. But after another 2 hours, they said there was no more brain activity. They declared her dead.

I sat there. I sat there and cried my heart out. What else was there to do? I was supposed to go to bed, happy as the next day, I would be marrying the love of my life. Instead, I watched the love of my life, lifeless.

As I sit here, looking at the wedding plans sprawled out across the kitchen table with her laptop open. I look at the screen, a picture of us, smiling as she showed off her engagement ring. I still had the ring I was supposed to give her today in our room. It was supposed to slip on her finger like a glove. We would be kissing, saying our vows.

I knew I would have to explain it to someone. We were almost too perfect for each other. We were almost married. And I almost thought it was too good to be true. I guess it was.

Instead of planning out the wedding, I’m now planning out the funeral. I may have gotten hurt before, but this one hurts the most.And the worst part it, nothing could cure it.

It was almost a happy ending. Almost.

- haunted by the ghost of you

request: could you write one where the reader is a Blossom and they get torn apart because of wat happened in episode 12? 

a/n: so it just so happened that I was listening to The Night We Met by Lord Huron while I opened this ask and BAM instant idea popped into my head! Also last nights episode really hit me, so this WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS.  


It’s odd being in a place that is so familiar yet so detached at the same time. It feels almost like you are disembodied from something once so stable and often encountered. The setting remains the same but the people and the stories are woven with new threads while barely clinging to the old. 

It felt strange to be in Riverdale after so many years. 

To many passers by the sudden reappearance of the youngest Blossom child seemed highly alarming and unnerving. It felt almost as if time had slipped away and reversed to the past, a past where her image along with her twin siblings seemed permanent. She had seemed like a character in a novel that had been abandoned halfway through; only to be picked up again weeks later. Frozen in a state of unknowing by so many and now was back animate and lively, as if she had never disappeared from Riverdale so many years before. 

She was however, alone, and no other Blossom was staying within the confines of the town her family had once dominated. She tried to keep her head down as she made her way through the quiet suburban area in case anyone decided to stop her and ask how she was doing after all these years. Her efforts to go unnoticed however were in vain. The red sweeping curls that were so like Cheryl’s gave her away, the Blossom trademark too bold to hide. 

People stared as she made her way by. People like Fred Andrews who was out walking his dog that seemed ancient by now, it was odd for him to stare since he’d known she was coming. Maybe he wasn’t expecting her so soon. 

A small house, that had resided down the lane from the Andrews and the Coopers, lived in for years by an elderly couple, was now her end goal on her long walk. Nostalgia washed over her like a heat wave as she passed by Betty’s house, remembering all the late night sleepovers they used to have. 

The house sprung up in her vision as she rounded the corner, hidden behind a cherry blossom and a white picket fence. The house itself was the same color as the tree, just as ethereal and pleasant. The garden was trim and unblemished and the white shutters on the houses windows gleamed in the sunshine. In more ways than one y/n guessed that it was perfect for the couple who lived there now. 

She stood by the gate for a while, a smile playing on her lips and her heart thumping in her chest as she thought of finally seeing the people behind those doors in person, after so long. The excited tremors deep inside made her swiftly push open the gate. But before she could get halfway up the small walkway; the front door had been swung open and there stood the widest eyed and most wholesome blonde she’d ever encountered. 

“Y/N!” 

“Betty!” 

The former River Vixens threw their arms around each other and embraced like personal space did not exist. Lungs and ribs were crushed but neither girl cared at all. They stood there in each others arms for what felt like hours. 

“Is that y/n I hear?” came the undeniable voice of Archie Andrews. Betty let her go as Archie came running down the porch, a goofy smile on his face and his arms open wide. 

It was hard, even after all these years how much he reminded her of the brother she lost. Of Jason. Same red hair, same wide smiles and love for football. Her throat tightened but she let him take her into a hug all the same. 

“Hey Archie!” y/n hugged back, squeezing him so tight that she was sure he’d be bruised. 

“I think I’m going to cry” Betty laughed while wiping tears from her eyes, those wide glistening spheres still staring into the Blossom girls face. She took Betty’s hand and gave it a squeeze. Archie comically rolled his eyes. 

“How long has it been since you’ve last seen each other?” he asked with an eyebrow raise, the scar in the middle of his brow deepening even more. 

“Eleven months, and it’s been two days since our last Skype call” y/n told him, grinning as Betty hugged her tightly again. 

It was true that the youngest Blossom had tried to avoid all things associated with Riverdale for a long time, but Betty Cooper hadn’t been so easy to forget about. She’d often visited New York, once spending a Christmas there while both women had been single and alone for the holidays. 

Her mother and Cheryl had almost left too easily. Maybe it was because Jason’s killer had been someone who they had loved and trusted. Someone who they thought they could be safe around. Being in this town and seeing how people looked at them afterwards had almost driven the Blossoms to madness, and had caused Penelope and her daughters to flee without a word. 

The blossom tree seemed to whisper to her as it blew in the breeze; calling her name like it haunted her. It was like those whispers spoke her secrets, those dark secrets shrouded in pain that she had buried within. This town was awakening the past, and she didn’t like it. Betty ushered her inside with the promise of tea, and they made their way towards the house; leaving the ghosts to linger. 


“Betty!” y/n gasped, one hand holding a warm mug of tea while the other now moved forward to caress the white billowing fabric of the dress Betty held up “it’s gorgeous. You’re going to be the most beautiful bride” 

Betty flushed a lovely pink, her light eyes sparkling in a way that made y/n believe that Archie probably hadn’t been able to wait until he proposed to her. It had been quick, but right and fitting and everyone knew Archie and Betty were meant to be together. Nothing but their wedding could have drawn a Blossom back to Riverdale. 

“Wait until you see the dress I got for you” the blonde bride to be walked back towards the closet of her and Archie’s shared bedroom with a smile “if it doesn’t fit we can do a few alterations but” she added with a flourish as she pulled a gathering of fabric in her arms “I think it will be perfect” 

It hung from the hanger like a graceful waterfall of soft chiffon, the color pretty and perfect for Betty’s spring theme. Y/n smiled wide, placing her mug on Betty’s dresser and walking towards her beaming best friend. 

“It’s blossom pink, of course. I thought it’d be perfect for my maid of honor” she said “and we’ll be carrying cherry blossoms in our bouquets, because despite what happened in the past…I want to acknowledge my Blossom heritage” 

“Oh Betty….” y/n sighed, putting her arms around her and giving her a soft squeeze “I think that’s a wonderful idea, what happened in the past needs to be healed. We can do that”

“So you like the dress?” Betty smiled a watery smile, tears brimming in her big eyes. 

“I love the dress!” y/n exclaimed “I just can’t wait to see my best friend married” 

“I still can’t believe it either, I mean I’m getting married in two days!” she squealed excitedly. 

“How did your mom and dad take it when you told them?” y/n asked, hanging the blossom pink dress back in the closet with a fond last look. 

“Gave me the whole speech about us being too young. How a couple of twenty two year olds weren’t responsible enough to get married” Betty rolled her eyes as she sat herself on the end of her bed “but Archie and I have gone through a lot in the past, and we really are in love y/n. So why wait?” 

The red head took up her mug again, her hands clasping around the fading heated porcelain and took a deep breath at the words in love. She hadn’t thought about being in love in a long time. Once, long ago, this town had held the promise of a forever. A type of forever that her friend now had instead. 

“Speaking of the past…..” Betty eluded, patting the bed beside her “we need to talk about yours. Specifically yours and Jugs” 

Betty….” y/n warned, her tone trying its best to come across as stern but it wavered in the middle. She held eye contact with her as she walked across the room and sat herself on the blue covers of the bed. 

“I’m serious y/n, Jughead will be at our wedding. I just want to know that you’ll be okay being around him after all this time”  

“I didn’t really think about him being there” that was a lie, and it sounded like one the minute it left her mouth. Betty didn’t seem convinced, she raised an eyebrow so high it created a crease in her forehead. 

“He’s basically like the only brother Archie will ever have. Did you think he wouldn’t be invited? He’s the best man, and you’re the maid of honor” Betty told her “how do you feel about that?” 

“I don’t want to see him, Betty” y/n sighed “I don’t want to have to face him after what I done, after how my family tore us apart. I can’t look into his eyes and fall in love all over again and know that all he sees is hate. He must hate me Betty” 

“He doesn’t talk about it. Ever. Not even with Archie, not after these five years. But I can tell that he doesn’t hate you. I don’t think he could ever hate you” her eyes held sincerity but doubt clouded y/ns mind. She was a Blossom; hating her and anything to do with her family was almost an automatic response among the locals of Riverdale. 

“It haunts me everyday what happened, and I’ve left a lot of things behind me that I wish I hadn’t and it hurts. I left my brother behind in the ground, I never got to see my father being buried even though he was a murderer. This place, this town has haunted my every move for five years, but nothing hurts me more than what happened with me and Jughead” y/n felt the tears pricking her eyes, but she held them back. 

Betty sat beside her, a hand clasped warmly over hers as the two girls sat and remembered what happened five years earlier. 


Drowning was pleasant. It was sweet to lie below the water as the waves crashed above. Watching destruction unfold while numbness took over was peaceful in a painful way. 

Cheryl hadn’t stopped crying, her small frame shaking as the tears flowed from her big brown eyes. She was curled up on the uncomfortable bench in the police station, one of y/ns arms wrapped around her. She just lay like a child against her sister, both of them wrapped up together; all pale limbs, crying eyes and red hair. 

While Cheryl was all emotion, y/n felt nothing but an aching hole inside her that was bottomless. The arms that were around her sister didn’t even try to comfort, they just lay there like dead weights. But somehow Cheryl felt safe where she was because she had stayed like that for the past day. 

Their brother was dead, murdered by their own father and now that father was dead too. His life had been taken by his own hand because of guilt and the fact that he knew he had been caught, by a bunch of sleuthing teenagers. Now their mother was being detained and questioned in association, even though the Blossom girls knew she had nothing to do with it. The pain in her face when she had been told it was Clifford was too genuine to stage. She too, was dead inside. 

The one person who wouldn’t leave y/ns head was Jughead. She hadn’t spoken to him properly since the dance, when he had thought that she had known that Archie, Betty and Veronica were going to break into his fathers trailer. They had fought before but this time was different. FP had been arrested and accused of her brothers murder, even though he clearly hadn’t done it. He was now locked in a cell in this very jail. 

“When do you think mommy can be let go?” Cheryl asked in her soft voice, her eyes leaking uncontrollably with mascara infused tears. 

“I don’t know Cheryl, another few hours maybe” y/n sighed, her voice hollow and empty. 

“Then we can leave?” her sister asked her. Y/n looked down at her, into her brown eyes and thought about the pain that was going to be felt when she spoke her next words. 

“Then we can leave. Forever” somehow, it didn’t hurt at all. 

Right this moment; housekeepers at Thornhill were packing everything the remaining Blossoms owned. They would soon be gone, and so would the image of this place. This cursed town. 

“I’m sorry…..for slapping Jughead” Cheryl almost whispered “I shouldn’t have done that” 

“It’s okay Cheryl. you were upset and didn’t know that it was…..” 

“Our father who really killed Jason?” Cheryl finished when y/n couldn’t. 

“Jesus we’re so messed up, aren’t we?” y/n ran a shaking hand through her long red hair, the very thing that reminded her of exactly who she was “the sooner we leave this place the better” 

Anything Cheryl was about to say was cut short by the interrogation room door opening, and the bustling click of heels as Penelope Blossom was ushered out of the room. The girls snapped their heads up to see their mom being lead out by Sheriff Keller. She wasn’t in handcuffs. 

“Mom!” y/n exclaimed, jumping up from her seat on the bench. Her limbs and joints ached from being in the same position for so long. 

“Girls, we’re leaving. Now” she said, taking y/ns hand and pulling her towards the door. Sheriff Keller stood by watching the exchange with a sorrowful look, not one of a man who expected Mrs Blossom of murdering her own son. 

“Where are we going?” Cheryl asked breathlessly, desperately trying to clutch y/ns hand as they were pulled out of the police station. 

“New York” their mother told them “to our winter condo, just for a short time while this all blows over” 

“Blows over? This will never blow over mom” Cheryl said breathlessly as they stepped outside into the night. A car was already waiting for them, its headlights like the bright glow of an interrogation lamp. Y/n shut her eyes at the thought. 

“Then we don’t come back, we leave this place behind us, and everyone in it” 

She swung open the doors of the car- the Blossom chauffeur sitting behind the wheel- and gave the girls a desperate look. Something inside the youngest Blossom churned at the reality of her situation. 

Her father was really dead. He really had killed Jason. And she would really be leaving behind the love of her life; Jughead. 

All of a sudden she didn’t feel numb anymore, but felt everything all at once. 

“Y/N!” a shout rang out through the parking lot. It made all three Blossom women snap their heads around, but y/n already knew who it was. 

Jughead was sprinting through the parking lot, a frantic look on his face as he was followed close behind by Betty, Veronica and Archie. 

“Say your goodbyes, but make it quick” her mother warned her with a stern look, then taking Cheryl’s arm and pulling her into the car. 

“Y/n!” Jughead said again as he got closer, his breath rapid and harsh. He had clearly ran all the way here. She couldn’t look at him, couldn’t face the fact she was doing this. 

His hands grabbed her arms, shaking her a little so she would look at him. She regretted when she did, he was so pale and his eyes were red. His face was full of pain, most of it caused by her family. 

“You can’t be doing this” he said to her, his eyes searching her face and his hands tightening their hold on her arms “you’re not seriously leaving” 

“I’m sorry, Juggie” she whispered, watching as his face contorted like someone had just ripped his heart out. 

“No…..you’re not. You’re not leaving, I won’t let you leave!” he said frantically, tears welling in his eyes and threatening to spill over. 

“It’s for the best” y/n told him, her eyes looking towards her friends that stood in the background. Archie was practically squeezing Betty’s hand to death for comfort while she leaned on him for support. Veronica watched on with crying eyes. 

For the best?” Jughead repeated, dropping his hands from her body “you think running away from your problems is for the best!” 

“I’m the one running away? That’s what you’re good at Juggie! You always run away from your problems, now I’m the one doing it for a change” y/n told him, furiously wiping a tear away. 

“But I always run away to you” his voice was a whisper, his beautiful face a canvas of torture “I want you to be with me now, we need one another” 

“My father murdered my brother!” she shouted, hating how he winced when she did “my own brother Jughead, do you think I want to stay here and face that everyday? Do you think I want to be here when -” 

Her sobs were muffled by his chest as he pulled her close, letting her horrific cries soak into his jacket. His arms wrapped around her while his soft lips pressed into her hair. He was holding her tight but he knew she was slipping away. 

“Stay with me” he asked her, words leaving him but wavering in the nights breeze “please don’t go. I have nobody left” 

“I’m a Blossom, Jug. We shouldn’t be together, our families have done horrible things” y/n told him as she lifted her head, blinking at him through her tears. 

“But that doesn’t have to stop us. You don’t have to go” he pleaded, taking her face in his hands. 

“I have to go. Goodbye, Jughead” she whispered with a cry, taking his hands away from her face. He tried to fight with her as much as he could but she managed to get away. 

“No, wait! Please y/n don’t go!” he called after her but she was already running away, just like he said she was doing “I love you!” 

He’d never said those three words before and it almost made her stop, but her steps came faster and her tears fell heavier as she ran towards the car. She flung open the door and clambered inside. Cheryl and her mother watched y/n with raw eyes for a solid moment, and then Penelope spoke the command to make the driver move. 

Her heart was heavy and aching in her chest, and she wished she could have left that behind her as easily as she had left Riverdale. The town she was born and raised in disappeared from view the faster they drove, and with it the ghosts of those left behind. 

In the distance the sun was rising and for now she knew those ghosts would sleep. Until they would be awoken again when darkness fell.

til you filled it up with your love

I heard this song the other day and started crying because it made me think of Killian and Emma, so of course I opened an empty word document and started tying my heart away. 

additonally, I started this a few days ago and I’m trying to avoid episode spoilers, so I thought I’d finish this up. 


never was the kind to think about dressing in white
wasn’t waiting for a prince to come riding into my life
thought I was happy on my own,
til you came and proved me wrong
 


She’s staring at herself in a floor length mirror, assessing and trying to make sure everything looks perfect. She smooths down a ruffle that’s already flawless, and her hand shakes just slightly. Sighing, she closes her eyes and tries to banish the anxiety in her head that something will go wrong. 

Not today. 

“Oh, Emma.” Her mother’s voice pulls her from her thoughts and she turns to see tears pooling in her eyes. “You look absolutely beautiful.” 

“Mom, no crying,” she says, reaching out to grasp her hand. “You’ll mess up your makeup.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Snow babbles, reaching up to dab at her eye before the moisture can fall. “I’m just so happy for you. This is everything I ever wanted for you, to find love… I can’t imagine it any better than this.” 

The corners of her mouth tilt up almost automatically. “Me either.” 

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Title: The Proposal (one-shot)

Character(s): Negan and Sara (original female character)
Summary: So, this was a request that I received from @a-girl-interupted: “I had an idea of a character with negan where she eventually becomes his/a wife and somehow he realizes how important it would be to her to have an actual proposal and wedding. We dont want to Negan too soft and the details are up to you but I would cry to see this”
Word Count: 8,790
Warning: Smut!!!
Author’s Note: BIG THANK YOU TO @ofdragonsanddreams16 for the idea of this story’s proposal!!!! I had fun writing this! I also added a bit of backstory to the new wife hehe. Also, italics are flashbacks! I hope you enjoyed this story, @a-girl-interupted​!!! I surely did my best to accomplish what you wanted and I hope I did just that. Enjoy! :) 

(GIF Source: @justnegan)

Sara was a newcomer to the Sanctuary. After she was situated with her own room, a shower, and a fresh set of clothes, she finally felt safe. It had been a long time since she felt that way. She had been with a group prior to the Saviors helping her into this new community, but even then, she didn’t feel safe.

When she arrived at the Sanctuary, Sara noticed the gates surrounding the large building. She also took notice of the dead that were in the front yard.

Suddenly, she was taken out of her reverie when she heard a loud knock on the door. Simon had told her that the “boss” was going to be talking to her about options that she could choose from before she arrived to the Sanctuary.

Slowly opening the door, Sara widened her eyes. It was Negan. The same Negan that had made a lasting impression on her when he was in the hospital with his sick-wife Lucille.

As their eyes met, Sara noticed the look of familiarity that flashed in his brown orbs. His hair was slicked back with a slight stubble littering across his face. The red scarf along with the leather jacket did not go unnoticed, but she felt slightly uneasy at the sight of his barbed-wire bat.

“Sara?” Negan muttered.

Negan…” She responded.

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six-sentence drabble inspired by this photoset. for @meliss-cake​, because i want her to draw the thing


“Do you understand,” Sakura pants, bloodstained and furious and snarling, “how long it took me to find this dress?”

The nin in front of her looks around desperately for an exit.

He doesn’t find one.

Instead, he gets Sakura hands on either side of his head and a broken neck.

“Twenty-six bridal stores!” Sakura spits at the body at her feet.

“You know, love,” Kakashi muses from where he’s guarding her back, “I definitely thought that if any weddings were ever going to be crashed by an attempted village take-over, it would have been Naruto’s and not ours.”

Friends [Part 2]; Optional Bias

author’s note: the positive feedback on the previous part was absolutely overwhelming! i’m so glad that you all enjoyed it! feel free to send me any feedback or constructive criticism that you have (especially for the smut, because i know i need to improve)! i hope you all enjoy this part! also i’ve given the wife/fiancee a name, Hana, in case you all are confused to who Hana is.

**warning for shitty smut below the cut.

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“And this is the dress that I like the most,” Hana tells you, scrolling through the many pictures of wedding dresses on her phone. She stops on a gorgeous dress. The dress is long-sleeved, but the sleeves are only lace instead of the smooth satin like the rest of the dress. The back of the dress dips down to the model’s lower back, and your eyes widen at the price written in the bottom corner. 

“It’s beautiful.” You tell her, faking a smile as she nods her head vigorously and continues scrolling through photos of dresses and wedding cakes and every other thing that she had to be excited about. You feel awkward and upset, especially giving her advice to marry the man you’re in love with. 

“Can I ask you a personal question?” Hana rests her wine glass on her knee after finally showing you each of the dresses she had narrowed her choices down to. “Of course,” You nod, smiling brightly at her.

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The Vegas Wedding AU

Featuring: Faranda getting their shit together real quick, Brotzly getting their shit together slightly less quick, and the rowdy 3 matchmaking and smashing plates.

Copied and pasted from discord, so sorry for any mistakes.

  • dirk suddenly gets a hunch that they should go to vegas
  • and everyone’s a bit weary about it because it’s vegas and anything could happen
  • but idk they get a surprise visit from amanda and the rowdies
  • and amanda is like ‘yes vegas good’ and farah is pining so she agrees and todd wants make good with his sister so he agrees and suddenly they are on a road trip
  • they take two cars because todd is still hung up about that whole wrecking his apartment thing?
  • at fist dirk is all 'we gotta travel together’ but then he realises that if he can convince farah to stay in the van, he and todd can be alone is his carthat is a very appealing thought 
  • it went quite well when they were hunting down machine parts, after all
  • soo, todd is driving 'dirk’s car’ most of the time they are on the road
  • and dirk sort of fluctuates between the car and the van, he switches at rest stops
  • mostly they drive during the day, but when they drive at night dirk takes the time to hearteyes
  • todd doesn’t notice bc he’s todd and i’d like to think that at least someone in american keeps their eyes on the road (seriously, they never seem to in any tv shows ever. it concerns me.)
  • anyway i’m not american so i have no idea how long it takes to get from seattle to vegasbut they get there 
  • and they find this one fancy hotel and farah offers to pay but she’s only paying for 3 rooms bc they do need some of that 4 mill. for other stuff
  • so you’ve got 3 rooms and 8 people
  • the rowdies decide to take over one room, it is unknown if they sleep in it or not, and the other four decide to split boys and girls
  • but (surprise, surprise), double beds
  • farah and amanda jump at the idea and it is at that point that we can see that they’re gonna get their shit together
  • dirk also is like 'yeah cool lets do this’ but inside he is dying bc he gets to sleep in the same room as todd on the same bed as todd right next to todd holy shiiiiit
  • todd is sort of… frozen
  • (bc todd is not good at this sort of thing, and we all already knew that these two would take a while to sort their shit out)
  • but todd pulls himself together, sharing a bed with you best friend? not weird 

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olicity || ao3 || gen || fluff & angst || 923  || more fics

summary: prompt: Felicity has a tattoo that’s a not so subtle reminder of Oliver (thank you @yellowflicker09011996) based on [x]
a/n: reminder that anita made me do it


Felicity tried in vain to take a picture of her back. Her tattoo was still fresh, kind of red and angry, but she wanted to take a picture so bad. She was going to text a picture to Thea before Oliver got home. He had been out all day, helping with the Hoffman’s third backyard barbeque that week, then he volunteered to bring the snacks to the little league game, and then he was going to the store to get groceries for dinner. While he was playing his suburban role, she went into the city to… well originally she was just getting out of the suburbs to relax, but she passed a tattoo parlor.

She hated needles. Like really hated them, so how she ended up laying face down with a strange man stabbing her repeatedly with a needle, she would never know. It was so impulsive, but she was happy with the finished product. A little arrow on her shoulder blade; an outward reminder of who held her heart.

It was super cheesy wasn’t it? Whatever.

“What are you doing?”

“Ack!” Felicity fumbled with her phone, dropping it on the counter. “Nothing.”

“You’re standing here shirtless in front of the mirror,” Oliver said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

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Olicity: Unconventional

Prompt from @superfirefox99 : “Olicity at Donna and Quentin’s wedding”

“It’s weird, isn’t it weird?”

“Felicity, shh.”

“I’m just saying it’s weird.”

“And people are staring at us.”

“Sorry. But it’s weird.”

“It is weird.”

“I mean, this is supposed to be our wedding.”

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Random Musings of the Day: BatB AUs

Aka, the Victorian!AU and the Modern-Day Royals!AU that nobody asked for!

Let’s start with the Victorians:

  • Partially inspired by Robert and Cora Crawley’s backstory on Downton Abbey and this post/book recommendation by @je-suis-em-jee: “A Scot in the Dark” by Sarah MacLean. 
  • Also a result of my frustration over other such AUs that insist on making Belle a maid under Beast’s employ (she’s not Cinderella folks; if you want to do the respectable-but-still-under-your-employment-route take a queue from Jane Eyre and make her a governess to Chip or something), and don’t consider the historical background and social consequences for said actions (to be fair there would still be scandal if a gentleman married his governess, but less so than if he ran off with the maid. Also maids weren’t considered to be educated ladies whereas governesses were, and that bought them some respectability). 
  • Anyway, rant over; let us move on!
  • Setting: London, England c. mid-1880s.
  • Isabelle “Belle” Prentiss is the daughter of famed society painter Marcus Prentiss. She has recently come into an impressive fortune on her mother’s side, as her uncle had no children of his own to leave it to. Great news, right? Wrong! Because said uncle left a condition in his will that she must marry to secure her inheritance, and if not the money will pass to some distant relative. In spite of the recent Women’s Property Acts of 1870 and 1882 that allow women to maintain their own property, Belle has to be legally married to obtain the money in accordance to the will. No exceptions. 
  • Normally Belle would say the Victorian equivalent of “fuck you!” and move on (she’s not going to marry for the sake of money, thank you very much), but the problem is….she needs the money. Business has been bad for her father and now he’s taken ill, which means bills have been piling up. To make matters worse that cursed libertine Captain Grayson Lockwood (Gaston) has been making unwanted advances towards her, and has placed her in a position that will leave her in disgrace unless she marries him. It’s bad enough that she even has to consider marriage to save her father, but to Grayson!? Uggh. He’ll never treat her with the love and respect she craves, and will likely try to take control of her inheritance, of this she is certain. What’s a girl to do?
  • Enter His Grace Adam Beaumont (Beast), 9th Duke of Sheffield and master of the dilapidated Balmore Castle. He’s been subjected to a series of high society scandals in his youth, and suffered from an accident a few years back that left him visibly scarred on the left-side of his face. The society to which he rightly belongs might pander to his face because of his name, but behind his back gossip, and baseless rumours about a violent, monster like nature start to spread. Mothers hide their daughters rather than put them in his path as potential wives. Better a live Countess than a savaged Duchess (paraphrased from @romancingthebookworm). These rumours, combined with his quick temper and reclusive nature has earned him the nickname “The Beast of Balmore.” And the sad thing is, Adam has started to believe it. 
  • He’s also land-rich but cash-broke and needs to marry a wealthy heiress to secure the estate for the next generation, else he lose his family’s legacy forever. So he makes the trip to London to mingle amongst the hypocrites of the aristocracy, a society he once so loved, to find said bride.
  • Fate brings our Beauty and Beast together and they….get on as well as two dogs in a bear-baiting ring. 
  • All joking and terrible first-meetings aside, Adam makes a deal with Belle: marry him, help him secure the financial future of Balmore and she can maintain her inheritance, provide for her father, save her reputation and never want for anything ever again. 
  • How can she say no to that?
  • ….Actually, she almost did, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and hey, at least he’s allowing her to keep some of her autonomy. That’s certainly more than what Grayson was offering. Besides, there are no better offers coming her way.  
  • So a secret wedding is hastily arranged and there’s a great deal of muttering about this (there are some particularly salacious rumours that go along the lines of: “My word, what’s going to happen when a Beast takes a bride, wink-wink, nudge-nudge?”), and Belle leaves London as the Duchess of Sheffield to live with her new husband that she barely knows (and is slightly intimidated by) in this crumbling, far-off castle in the Peak District away from any traces of civilization. 
  • But when she actually gets to Balmore, Belle is pleasantly surprised to discover a house that, while in need of repairs, is full of unexpected beauty: decorous rooms, fine galleries, gardens hidden behind stone walls, a library filled with more books than she could ever read in a lifetime.
    • An incident occurs three weeks after her arrival in which she and Adam get into a huge row and she storms out of the house, hitching up her her chosen horse Philippe and heading off into the storm. She rides, faster and faster into the hills, wanting to get away from that gilded cage she’s forced to call home, to get away from that man, that Beast, when she’s suddenly set upon by wolves. She manages to hold them off until Adam arrives, who had followed her out, being more familiar with the surrounding woods than she, and helps her, but also gets injured in the process. She helps him back to Balmore and tends to him, whereupon she finds his scars and learns more about his accident and the cruelty he endured at the hands of his father. It’s not the beginnings of love, or even friendship, but it’s an understanding, and Belle begins to see him in a new light. 
    • Afterwards, while reading to him as he recovers, Belle brings up Romeo and Juliet, and dismayed at the thought of a wife whose tastes are so limited Adam brings her to the library for the first time. The look of joy on her face fills him with such warmth, a strange sort of pleasure through her own pleasure, and he gifts it to her on the spot. That is when the true turning point of their relationship occurs. 
  • She makes friends amongst the household staff: kindly and motherly Mrs. Potts, the housekeeper who always has a fresh pot of tea on hand, and her sweet son Chip; Cogsworth the Butler, who despite his stuffiness keeps the place orderly and is an asset to Belle when she inquires after management affairs; first footman Louis Meir (nicknamed Lumiere) who keeps everyone’s spirits up and knows how to put on a good show; the French maid Plumette, who becomes Belle’s lady’s maid and closest confidante, helping her adjust to the demands of her new position.
  • Things between her and Adam are still a bit awkward, but gradually the barriers begin to break down as they start to spend more time together, bonding over books and Shakespeare, and taking walks in the gardens or going for rides. Slowly, slowly the monster she initially saw is replaced by a man with gentle blue eyes and an inquisitive mind; one whose emotional pain is as evident as the scars on his face, but not so deep to mar the beauty of his soul. 
    • Other bonding activities include: private dinners, dances, a fancy ball where Belle dresses up in an 1880s bustle version of her yellow ball gown (actually that was one of the reasons I set it in this period. You can’t deny Belle’s dress would be a GORGEOUS as a bustle gown, especially with the design and pleating on the back), and a moment where Adam comforts her during a thunderstorm because Belle. hates. thunderstorms.
    • As for possible sexy-times…..I’ll leave that to @je-suis-em-jee and @dereksprettyboy (I can’t write smut to save my life; they’re so much better with that kind of thing). 
  • Within the year they are truly in love, and things have never been better for the estate or for each other. 
  • They have a second wedding the following spring, followed by a proper honeymoon traversing France and Italy. 

And now the Modern Royals:

  • I don’t have this one nearly as well-thought out, other than it has a sort-of ‘Princess Diaries’ vibe to it. If anyone wants to add on please do. 
  • The Beast is His Serene Highness Jean Mathieu Yvain François Adam de Montmorency (once again, with the exception of the last bit, is curtesy of @je-suis-em-jee), Sovereign Prince of Bergerais. Bergerais is a fictional European Principality situated between France, Belgium, Luxembourg and Germany (you get the idea), and one of the few that managed to survive the chaos of two World Wars and the general upheavals of the twentieth century. 
  • That being said, the Princely Family doesn’t have the greatest reputation at the moment; it’s one rife with scandal and intrigue caused by Adam’s father (and later through him), but now that he’s ascended to the throne it’s time for him to clean up his act. 
  • Isabelle “Belle” Dubois comes into the Prince’s life one way or another (college? a high society event? she gets hired as tutor/governess to his younger brother Chip? or as a new addition to his PR team? IDK) and as typical of all BatB stories they don’t hit it off immediately
  • But shit happens and they become friends, then they slowly begin to fall in love; then Adam proposes and Belle has to adjust to life as a future Princess Consort in the twenty-first century with the aid of Plumette, Cogsworth, Mrs. Potts, Lumiere, maybe even Madame Garderobe, and maybe special guest appearances from other Disney Princesses. 
Jared Leto Daughter Imagine: Stepmom

Request: @kyrasailer Hey hun would you please do a Jared daughter imagine about her either having a step-mom or getting one?? Im in that situation so I figured

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