i'm not getting married but i dream of my dresses anyway

anonymous asked:

hiiiii darlign! last time i checked on Tumblr i could SWEAR that your blog was deleted. But, I'm not going to question it . Thanks for coming back/still being here. Are you taking requests ? Its that time of the month & I've been binging Say yes to the dress. Soo i cant help but wonder what it would be like dreaming of laying with niall and discussing the style/kind of wedding he'd want/you'd plan together. He'd probably be all about making your dreams come true. sigh i hurt me.

Hi there! I did leave. Then I came back under a different name. Then I went back to my original name. I have issues. Anyway - here ya go. I haven’t done fluff in AGES. Lol.

Originally posted by jlbwedding

Niall Horan Blurb Request - The Wedding Discussion

Niall came through the bedroom door to find me sitting cross-legged on the floor, knee deep in wedding magazines.

“Babe, whaterya doin’?” He asked, slightly alarmed at the look of utter confusion and frustration on my face.

“Planning a wedding, Niall.” I snapped, the frustration spilling over into my words, making them sharper than I’d intended.

“You look more like yer swimmin’ in magazines than plannin’ a wedding,” he joked with a smile, trying (and failing) to lighten the mood.

“Yes. I see that. Thanks.” I tossed one of the magazines off to the side while digging through to find another one.

“Babe, babe……” Niall walked towards me and held his hand out for me. “Come ‘ere.”

I sighed as I reached up and grabbed his hand, allowing him to pull me up and away from the mountain of wedding magazines towards our bed. He wrapped his arms around me and sent us both tumbling sideways onto the bed. “Ni, what the hell?” I started to sit back up, “I don’t have time for this right now, I have to work on the wedding stuff – our wedding planner is expecting everything in the next few days and I don’t have anything rea-”

“Stop, Syd. Just. Stop.” Niall cut me off mid-rant knowing that I was *thisclose* to hysterics. He pulled me back down towards him, draping his arm over my waist and letting his fingertips rest lightly I’m my backside as I settled back onto the bed with him. “This is supposed to be fun, not stressful. You don’t look like you’re havin’ any fun.”

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Dream pt. 1

Hi! Love your stories! I have a newt request if you fancy it? The reader is marrying a man she doesn’t love (arranged marriage or she doesn’t remember newt because she was oblivated) but newt is in love with her and she with him. He asks her not to go through with it and kisses her, they end up sleeping together then Newt asks her to come away with him and travel instead and she agrees

I went with Obliviated because feels guys. Also, the Italics are flashbacks/dreams

PT2 PT3


“N-Newt, I don't want to forget” You cry out. 

You’re standing in the subway overhang. The rain continues to pour. Newt has tears in his eyes, all he wants is to take you far away and be with you forever but, he knows he can’t. 

“It’s quicker than falling asleep love” Newt reassures you, holding back his own tears. 

“I-I love you” you cry out. 

You hold onto Newts coat tighter, not wanting to let go. 

“You’ll be okay love, You’ll live your life, you don’t need me” Newt tells you, stroking your hair. 

You start to cry harder, Newt’s heart breaks even more, tears trying to escape. 

“Y/n, It’s time” Tina says reluctantly, her own voice breaking. 

You let go of Newts coat and walked into the rain, giving one last glance at the man you loved. 

You shot up gasping for breath. The same dream, the man in a blue coat and the lady. You almost had the names on the tip of your tongue. 

“Are you okay babe?” you turn your head and see your fiance lying half asleep next to you. \

“Yes I'm okay, just excited about the Wedding that’s all” you assure your them. 

You lied back down and pulled the blankets up and fell back asleep. You woke up to your fiance gone, Just a note sits next to you.

 Morning sweetheart, 

I have to work today, it was an emergency but I will see you tonight. 

Love, Jason

You got out of bed and got dressed. Your wedding was in a few days and you had to check on your cake. As you walk to the bakery you pass by Macys, a light blue coat catches your eye. It’s a beautiful blue color, it almost seemed comforting. You shrugged it off and kept walking, maybe you would buy it for the winter months. 

“Hello Jacob!” you called as you walked into the bakery. 

Jacob turned around and greeted you with a smile. You met Jacob when he opened his bakery a couple months ago and you two quickly became good friends. You begged him to make your wedding cake, which he happily agreed, and he was also invited to your wedding.  

“Hi Y/n, What can I do for ya?” Jacob asks. 

“Just came to check on the cake” you replied. Jacob chuckled, 

“This is the tenth time this week you’ve come to check y/n”. You blush a little, 

“Okay you caught me, It just smells so good in here” you admit. Jacob laughs and turns to his other worker, 

“Henry, im going to take a break, you think you can handle the bakery for a few minutes” The boy nods and Jacob takes off his apron. 

He grabs two cookies and sits down next to you. 

“Thank you” you say taking the cookie from his hand. 

The two of you engage in conversation for a little bit. “So where’s Jason?” Jacob questions. 

You sigh looking down, “Work, it was an emergency.” you say. Jacob gives you a sympathetic look. 

“It’s okay, he works a lot but he is very successful.” you say, trying to prove that things were fine.  

Jacob was about to pry when the bell rang on his door. He quickly stood up and a big smile appeared on his face. You turned to look at who Jacob was looking at, a beautiful blonde lady stood in front of him. 

“Hey Queenie!” Jacob says excitedly. 

“Hi Jacob!” she replies cheerfully. 

“There was something I wanted to ask you” Jacob says nervously, “Would you like to go to a wedding with me?” 

“Oh! I would Love too!” she exclaims, “When is it?” she asks. 

“In a couple days” Jacob answers. He looks at you, you give him a thumbs up. Jacob laughs and Queenie looks confused. 

“Oh Queenie, there’s someone I’d like you to meet. This is the wonderful person getting married” Queenie turns and looks at you. Her hand goes to her mouth, her eyes flash with different emotions. 

“Hello Miss, are you okay?” you ask in concern. She snaps out of it and puts on a smile, 

“Yes im fine, it’s just, I adore weddings. So many emotions” She says. 

Her tone is happy but something else is laced in with her voice. 

“So who’s the lucky man?” 

“My fiance, Jason. he’s at work but we are going to spend some time together before the wedding” You answer. 

“Well, I hope it goes well and I’ll definitely be there” She hugs you, her hug lingers a little but you don’t mind. 

“Um Queenie, I have a question. There’s this lovely blue coat I saw in the window of Macys department store. Do you think I should get it? I know we just met but you have amazing style” you say sheepishly. 

“Dont worry honey, I saw the coat you’re talking about and I think it would look amazing on you!” She replies. 

“Thank you” you say. 

“I’m going to leave you two alone now. Goodbye!” You call. 

You walk past Macys again, the coat is still there. You look longing at the coat, you had some extra money to spend. 

“It’s so beautiful” you murmur to yourself. 

You walk in the store and try on the coat. it fits perfectly and you couldn’t resist, you but the coat and rush home. Jason was already asleep, your heart dropped a little but you shook it off. I was late anyway. You curled up next to him and fell asleep. 

“What creature is this Newt?” you ask curiously. 

“These are my Bowtruckles” he answers. One climbs from the tree to your arm, you let out a small laugh. Newt smiles at you. 

“That is Finn” he tells you. 

You let Finn climb onto your shoulder. Newt watched you as you played with Finn. Squealing distracted you from the Bowtruckles, little snake dragon things were in a nest. Newt made his way over, 

“Mummys here” he comforted to his animals. You giggled as he continued calling himself mummy. 

“These are my Occamies. Very protective creatures, They are also Chroanaptyxic and Choranaptyxic. Which means they grow and shrink to fit available space” he explains. he looks over at you and see;s your eyes full of wonder. 

“Would you like to hold one?” he asks

. Your eyes widen, “I’d love to!” you exclaim. 

Newt carefully puts the Occamy in your hands. It slithers into a spiral, it looks at you with curiosity. You stare at it making cooing noises. The Occamy chirps happily at you and you hand him back to Newt. hile Newt put the Occamies away you looked up at the nest above the Occamies. 

“Who’s nest is that?” you ask pointing at the nest above the Occamies. 

“Oh no Dougals gone” Newt said worriedly. “Dougal?” You ask. “My demiguise. he looks like this” Newt shows you a picture of a white looking creature, “He must have escaped” Newt explains. 

“Don’t worry Newt. Jacob and I will help you find him” You told him. Newt smiles at you. 

“Newt!” Jacobs voice called from the direction of the giant aquarium. 

“Ill be right back” Newt said to you before running to Jacob. 

You watched him walk away and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. 

“Y/n?” A voice woke you up. Jason was shaking you awake. 

“I made you some breakfast. I have to run to the office but I’ll be home early tonight I promise” Jason kissed you on the cheek before dashing out the door. 

You sighed and looked down at the food. You picked at it, your dream taking over your thoughts. The man in the coat again but this time, jacob was there. The mans name was still in your mind. 

You think it started with an N? You had to ask Jacob. It was probably just a coincidence. you were with Jacob most of the day yesterday anyway. But was the harm in asking. You hopped out of bed and got dressed. 

Wearing your new coat you hurried over to the Bakery. You burst through the door. 

“Jacob I had the weirdest dream last night. You were in it and something that looked a lot like your cookies and this man in a blue coat.” You blurt out, not even bothering to look up, you walked past a couple people and stood right in front of Jacob. 

“The coat was just the same color as mine” you explain gesturing to your coat. 

“Do you know anyone who dresses like that?” Jacob looked at you, then behind you, then back at you again. 

“What was the mans name” Jacob asks slowly.

 “I can’t recall but I think it starts with an N” you answer. 

Jacob looks behind you again. Curious, you turn around and are met with three people. One was Queenie, the second was another lady you hadn’t met and the last person made you stare with your mouth open. 

A man stood in front of you, he had a leather case in his hands, a dark colored bow tie and a blue coat, the same color as yours. His face had freckles all over it and he mirrored your expression. His hair was floppy and a cinnamon color. He was looking at you with so many emotions. 

“Y/n?” The man finally croaked out. 

A wave of emotion overcame you. This was the man from your dreams, the one you couldn’t get out of your head every night. The man who you would think about. You looked directly into his eyes before you whispered something, the mans name finally came to your memory. 

“Newt?”


HADESTOWN SENTENCE MEME
act one,  part one.

-  ‘ flood will get you if the fire don’t. ‘
-  ‘ any way the wind blows. ‘
-  ‘ there ain’t a thing that you can do when the weather takes a turn on you. ‘
-  ‘ ain’t nobody gonna stick around when the dark clouds roll. ‘
-  ‘ set out walking and you don’t look back. ‘
-  ‘ where you going, there ain’t no one knows. ‘
-  ‘ don’t ask where, brother, don’t ask when. ‘
-  ‘ it was a world of gods and men. ‘
-  ‘ it’s an old song, it’s an old tale from way back when. ‘
-  ‘ it’s an old song, but we’re gonna sing it again. ‘
-  ‘ they were always singing in the back of your mind. ‘
-  ‘ it’s a sad song, but we sing it anyway. ‘
-  ‘ it’s a tale of a love that never dies. ‘
-  ‘ come home with me. ‘
-  ‘ i’m the man who’s gonna marry you. ‘
-  ‘ i’ve met too men like you. ‘
-  ‘ i’m not like any man you’ve met. ‘
-  ‘ you see the world? i’ll make it beautiful for you. ‘
-  ‘ only the gods can change the world. me and you can’t change a thing. ‘
-  ‘ are you always this confident? ‘
-  ‘ when you look at me, what do you see? ‘
-  ‘ so, why should i become your wife? ‘
-  ‘ what else you got? ‘ 
-  ‘ times being what they are, hard and getting harder all the time. ‘
-  ‘ lover, when i sing my song, all the birds gonna sing along. ‘
-  ‘ we’ll lie down in eiderdown, a pillow ‘neath our heads. ‘ 
-  ‘ so, what’s your song about? ‘
-  ‘ they lived off the land. ‘
-  ‘ it was sometimes famine, sometimes feast, depending on the wind. ‘
-  ‘ well, go on. sing your song. ‘
-  ‘ gather ‘round, you vagabonds. ‘
-  ‘ i’ll sing a song of a love gone wrong. ‘ 
-  ‘ and the sun, in turn, burned twice as bright. ‘
-  ‘ it’s not finished. ‘
-  ‘ i’m as free as a honeybee in a summertime frame of mind. ‘
-  ‘ when my man comes around, i know he’s gonna bring me down. ‘
-  ‘ for now, i’m living it up on top! ‘
-  ‘ you think i give a damn? ‘
-  ‘ why would he trade the sunshine for a couple of nickels and dimes? ‘
-  ‘ no one here’s a millionaire, but we’re living it up. ‘
-  ‘ what we have, we have to share. ‘
-  ‘ give me the sky. that you can’t buy or sell at any price. ‘
-  ‘ oh, i’m just getting started! ‘
-  ‘ who says times are hard? ‘
-  ‘ anybody want a drink? ‘
-  ‘ brother, pass that bottle around! ‘
-  ‘ if no one takes too much, there will always be enough. ‘
-  ‘ let the world we dream about be the world we live in now. ‘
-  ‘ he could make you see how the world could be, in spite of the way that it is. ‘
-  ‘ i was alone so long, i didn’t even know that i was lonely. ‘
-  ‘ i was cold so long, i didn’t even know that i was cold. ‘
-  ‘ this is how it’s always been. ‘
-  ‘ all i’ve ever known is how to hold my own, but now i wanna hold you, too. ‘
-  ‘ you take me in your arms and suddenly there’s sunlight all around me. ‘
-  ‘ for a moment i forget just how dark and cold it gets. ‘
-  ‘ i don’t wanna ever have to let go. ‘
-  ‘ say that you’ll hold me forever. say that the wind won’t change on us. say that we’ll stay with each other and it’ll always be this way. ‘
-  ‘ as long as we stay with each other, then it will always be like this. ‘
-  ‘ better go and get your suitcase packed. ‘
-  ‘ those who go, they don’t come back. ‘
-  ‘ i’ll be bored to death. ‘
-  ‘ takes a lot of medicine to make it through the wintertime. ‘
-  ‘ everybody dresses in clothes so fine, everybody’s pockets are weighted down. ‘
-  ‘ the wage is nothing, the work is hard. ‘
-  ‘ you’re early. ‘
-  ‘ i missed you. ‘
-  ‘ seems like he owns everything! ‘
-  ‘ kinda makes you wonder how it feels… ‘
-  ‘ the wind. it’s changing. winter is coming on. ‘
-  ‘ we have work to do. ‘
-  ‘ well, find me when you’re finished. ‘
-  ‘ and young love, too, grew old. ‘
-  ‘ if you wanna keep your head, you gotta keep your head low. ‘
-  ‘ in the coldest time of year, why is it so hot down here? ‘
-  ‘ it ain’t right and it ain’t natural! ‘
-  ‘ lover, you were gone so long. lover, i was lonesome. ‘
-  ‘ when you feel that fire, think of it as my desire. ‘
-  ‘ every year they have this fight! ‘
-  ‘ see, i’m putting myself through. ‘
-  ‘ all the pretty songs you sing ain’t gonna shelter us from the wind. ‘
-  ‘ in the darkest time of year, why is it so bright down here? ‘
-  ‘ when the gods are having a fight, everybody else better hold on tight. ‘
-  ‘ fire ain’t gonna light itself. ‘
-  ‘ every year it’s getting worse. ‘
-  ‘ i recall there was a time we were happy, you and i. ‘
-  ‘ everything i do, i do it for the love of you. ‘
-  ‘ if you don’t even want my love, i’ll give it to someone who does. ‘

anonymous asked:

I can't let you do that

Send me two or more characters and a number and I’ll write a drabble / ficlet.

2. “I can’t let you do that.”

(Stick it out until the end, okay? I promise, it’s not all what it seems. Or maybe it is. But I think you Omelia fans will be happy.)

He proposed. Owen Hunt proposed. And she was stoked about it. Really. She was going to be Mrs. Amelia Hunt. Shepherd-Hunt. Maybe she would just keep her last name. She hadn’t decided yet. It’s not as if she was going to beat Addison for having the most last names anyway… Right, not the point. The point was that she was excited. When he got down on one knee, there was a surge of adrenaline, and she could feel the corners of her lips tugging into a smile so wide her cheeks started to hurt. Tears prickled at her eyes as she jumped into his arms. It was all very romcom. Very picturesque. And he was the perfect guy, after all. She loved him. More than she ever thought she could love a man. Yeah, excited.

Except this whole thing felt wrong. It felt wrong and it felt utterly and completely terrifying, and she couldn’t for the life of her explain why. But every time they went to pick out cake or talked about different venues, a part of her would shut down. It became hard to breathe, and all she wanted to do was hide. Because for Amelia Shepherd, happiness seemed to serve only as a prelude to devastation, and with all she had lost in her life, she couldn’t imagine losing Owen, too. Nothing scared her more. And she couldn’t help wondering if he was better off without her – if this feeling in her gut was an indication that she should get out before the storm. If she should skip out before it was too late.

When Amelia first kicked drugs, she took up running. It was one of her favorite hobbies, like the rush she got from that, the clarity in her mind was an addiction all its own. She was great at it, too. She could run for miles without losing her breath, go for hours, it seemed, lost in the sensation of feet hitting the ground. What she wasn’t great at was stopping. When she stopped, she gave herself time to think, and thinking was never good for her. Thinking – unless she had a purpose, a plan, a distraction – only ever brought trouble. And so became her life; a runner – literally and metaphorically – which is exactly how she found herself packing a suitcase in the middle of the night, waiting for the American Airlines website to load so she could plan her escape. L.A. again, maybe? Or just wing it off to Paris or the Bahamas. Japan, perhaps. She had never been to Asia. Or maybe she could finally find that place where no one knew her, where she hadn’t already messed up, and where she could drink in the morning without guilt. Okay, so maybe not so much that last part. Sobriety was still in check. It’s not like she was going for good, anyway. Just a week or so to clear her head. Probably. Right?

She leaned back against the headboard, scrolling through a list of potential destinations. A loud breath released from her lips, trying to figure out what sounded good and still held the added bonus of leaving as soon as possible. Unlike some of the other doctors she knew (Charlotte and Naomi, mostly), first class wasn’t an issue. Preferable, if it were a long flight, but she had done Germany and back cramped in the back of a plane sitting right across from the washroom and been fine. At least that made it easier. She just wanted to go somewhere. It didn’t matter how.

But as she sat there, staring at numbers and dates, she couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe running was wrong this time. When she and James had gotten engaged, she couldn’t get out of L.A. fast enough. She knew it wasn’t meant to be. She knew when she left – no matter how little she wanted to admit it – that even if she came back, it wouldn’t be to him. But with Owen… Now it was different. This was all so stupid. She was being stupid. She loved Owen, right? She loved him and she wanted to be with him more than anything, and it wasn’t an underlying knowledge that their marriage wasn’t right, but rather the fear of losing him. Terrified of losing him, so she would leave instead. Set him free to keep him safe out of some superstition from bad luck. Take out her past on him – that was her way, wasn’t it? Deprive them both of happiness because she couldn’t fathom the grief that would come either way? But that didn’t explain the rest. It didn’t explain why she felt a suffocating tightness in her chest with even the word wedding. No, there was still something nagging at her – something that needed to be fixed.

Eyes dropped to the keyboard and she chewed on her lip in contemplation. Tapping her finger lightly against the plastic, she remained there in a silent daze until an idea struck. Within seconds, a final decision was made. Tickets were purchased and printed. A hotel was booked.

Moving as quietly as possible so as not to wake Meredith and the kids, or Maggie, who was an especially (and annoyingly) light sleeper, Amelia tip-toed off to the printer to grab her papers. Cursing out the creaks of the floorboards beneath her feet as she made her way back up the stairs, she shut the door behind her, but her attempt at silence was not enough. A light tap on her door came moments later, and she pulled it open to find the cardio surgeon standing there with a cocked brow.

“Hey, Maggie,” she breathed, refusing to crack the door open more than enough to see her face.

“Hey, night owl. It’s three in the morning and I heard you wandering around. Saw your light on when I came out to check the house and wanted to make sure everything was okay.

“Yeah,” she replied. “It’s great. Just…couldn’t sleep. Decided to take care of some stuff instead.”

“What kind of stuff? Do you want some help? I was having weird dreams anyway. I could use the distraction.”

“No, no. It’s– Everything’s good.”

Dark eyes scrutinized her for a moment, arms folding across her chest. “Amelia? What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“I don’t believe that. You’re totally hiding something. Oh my god, is Hunt in there? Did I just…interrupt?”

Amelia couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head in return. “No, Hunt’s at home. You didn’t interrupt anything. I’m just– I’ve got to take care of some stuff.”

“Yeah, you already said that.”

“Yeah. I, um– I might not be around so much the next few days. I already emailed Bailey and my teams. Edwards is going to be in charge. I’ve got to, um–”

“Take care of that stuff?”

“Mhm.”

“Out of town stuff.”

“Yeah.”

Eyes narrowed. “Does Owen know about this?”

Amelia nodded slowly, blowing out a breath. “He will.”

“What’s going on, Shepherd? Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” the smaller girl insisted. “Seriously. Let it go, Pierce. It’s not a big thing. I’ll be back soon and it’s– it’ll all be fine.”

“Uh-huh.” Maggie didn’t look sold – not even close – but she did back up, turning to go back to her own room. “Just make sure you take care of everything so when you come back, it’s not an even bigger mess to clean up.”

Amelia didn’t bother to respond, simply closed the door behind her, opening up her closet to determine what she would need to wear in Scotland. Edinburgh, to be more precise. She had been once before, visited a place called Jupiter Artland that had never quite escaped from her mind, and now would be the perfect time to go back. Pulling a final dress from her collection, she carefully folded it into her suitcase and zipped it up. Grinning to herself, there was only one thing left to do.

But thoughts were interrupted by another knock on her door, but this time there was no waiting for a reply. “Maggie, I told you–” Amelia halted, turning to face Owen, whose face was several shades darker red than she had ever seen before. Her stomach dropped. “Hey, Owen…”

“Hey? That’s it? Pierce called and said I had to come over because you were about to leave town. I said that was crazy because you hadn’t told me anything about going away, and I come in here and what’s this?” he motioned across the room, rambling so fast she couldn’t get a word in. “A suitcase? What do you think you’re doing, Amelia? I can’t let you do this. I thought we promised no more running.”

“No, you don’t–” She stepped toward him, trying to reach for his hand, but he had already grabbed the tickets off her dresser.

“Edinburgh? You’re going to Scotland without telling me?”

“I was going to–”

“What? Leave me a bedside note? Send me a ‘wish you were here’ postcard? Email me? What?”

“No, I was about–”

“God, Amelia. I trusted you. When we got back together, you said no running and I believed you. I believed you because I love you and I hoped–”

“Owen, stop!” she exclaimed. “Stop for a second and let me speak.”

Jaw clenched, it took everything in him to restrain his anger – his betrayal – but he swallowed, motioning for her to continue.

“I’m not– I’m not running away. I mean, I was going– I thought about it. I won’t deny that. I thought about it because I love you and that scares me. It terrifies me more than I could ever hope to explain. Every man I’ve ever–” She shook her head. “I thought about it. How I wanted to run away because something didn’t feel right. Because I was scared I would lose you too, and because I don’t think I could handle that. And then I realized losing you by choice would be even worse. Losing you because I screwed up and got spooked and ran away… I couldn’t live with that. But I still didn’t want to get married–”

“So, what?” he interrupted. “You want me to take back my proposal? That still doesn’t explain the tickets.”

“I don’t want you to take back anything, and if you would let me finish instead of interrupting, I could’ve gotten to that. I thought I was running away because I lost so many people and maybe I’m cursed, you know? Maybe it was the universe telling me to get out so you still had a chance. Ridiculous I know. And I realized tonight– I would be crushed if anything happened to you. But I can live with that fear because you never know what’s going to happen in life. You don’t. No matter how hard you plan, nature just laughs and tells you to screw yourself. So why not be happy when you can, right? And you– Owen, you make me so happy. It’s scary, but it’s also exhilarating and amazing and I don’t want to live without it – without you. That’s not– I didn’t want to get married here. In Seattle. In front of our friends and family. It doesn’t feel right.”

“What?” His expression twisted in confusion. “Why not?”

Amelia bit the inside of her cheek, bringing her eyes to match his gaze. “Derek was supposed to walk me down the aisle. For every one of my sisters, after my dad died, he walked them down the aisle. He promised– He swore to me that on my wedding day, he would be there really early. He would stand guard outside my room to make sure I didn’t bolt without telling anyone and he would kiss me on the cheek, just like Nancy and Kath and Liz, and he would walk me down the aisle. And he would give me away and he would dance with me and he would tell me how proud–” Her voice cut off and she shook her head, swallowing away the lump in her throat. “I don’t want to get married in front of everyone we love because there are so many people who should be there but aren’t. We’re right, but that– that wouldn’t feel right.”

“So the tickets to Scotland–”

“Well, if you bothered to look, you’d notice there’s two of them there and back. Leaving tomorrow. Bailey’s chief now, Kepner could cover the trauma center while you’re gone. Edwards already agreed to cover for me. I know Neilson’s been there longer, but he kind of sucks, so I’d rather leave it with her. And there’s this place– I went back in college. It’s really– It’s breathtakingly beautiful. Water, greenery, everything, and you can get married there. We can get married there. I want to be your wife, Owen. I want to have a future with you for the rest of our lives. I just don’t want to get married here.”

“You want to get married in Scotland,” he nodded, not so much a question as a statement.

“I want to get married in Scotland. So, what do you say? How about you run away with me this time?”

Owen paused for a moment, taking a second to think it through, to process. Did the wedding really matter? He already had one of those, and he didn’t care much for fancy celebrations. He just wanted Amelia, and their life together – same as she did. Her answer came in the form of a nod as he leaned down to steal a kiss. “Yeah, let’s run away together.”

Hartbig AU based on this lovely anons prompt. (I hope it cheers you up!) SFW, sorry anon. For now this is a one shot but I may just come back to it. It’s a little short since it’s so late and I am falling asleep but I hope you like it anyway!

All other prompts will be completed in the next few days!

The Girl in The Bar.


I don’t know why I even bother coming out anymore. All of the girls are getting married or having kids making me the only single one left in the group (which sucks, by the way). Every night out turns into them forcing me into talking to girls I don’t really want to and I end up asking them on a date because if I don’t I am ‘not trying hard enough’ or 'being too picky’. So I go on maybe 2 dates with these girls and never call them again. I don’t do it to be mean or anything I just really suck at ending things and would hate to see how the girl reacted. It’s a total disaster.

Tonight, however, feels different. There’s a really cute girl dancing at the other side of the bar with a bunch of friends. We’ve been stealing glances all night and I swear she was checking me out when I went to the bathroom. Not that I mind, obviously, plus I had certainly been checking her out. She looks amazing in a little black dress which should just enough cleavage to keep you thinking, her beautiful blonde hair is falling over her shoulders in loose curls and fuck is she tall, maybe about 6 foot in those heels. That would be a task for me at 5'3 but man would she be worth it.

How do I do this? I have completely forgotten everything I know about 'picking up girls’. Usually I would lead with a terrible pun and hope for the best but just looking at her huge brown eyes has turned my brain to mush. Typical when I need to be on my A game hitting on a girl way out of my league.

'Hey, I’m… Um, I’m Hannah, Hannah Hart. Can I maybe, possibly, if you’d like, buy you a drink?’ I manage to spit out.

Hannah Hart? Really? Smooth moves, Hannah.

'Grace, Grace Helbig. I’d love that.’ She laughs.

Grace is a beautiful name. She’s a beautiful girl. Why can’t I use words? Fucking hell Hannah say something. Please say something. Make it witty.

My palms are sweating profusely so I wipe them on the back of my skinny jeans before heading to the bar, checking what Grace drinks.

'Just a coke, please. Designated driver for tonight.’

The bar is pretty empty given the fact it is 10pm on a Wednesday night so it only takes a minute for me to get our drinks. Grace is headed towards the table they have been sitting at for the night, gesturing for me to follow. At this point I think I would do anything just to be close to this girl, every second I look at her makes me want her more. She is breathtakingly beautiful.

'So Hannah Hart, what do you do?’ Grace asks me as I take my seat.

'I am a writer, actually. I write crime novels. What about you, Grace Helbig?’

'I knew I recognised the name! I fucking love your books! Shit. My friends are gonna freak out when I tell them. Me? I’m an actress.’

An actress, of course. She is too beautiful not to be in front of a camera.

We spend the next few hours getting to know each other. She is 24, from new Jersey, but live in LA since she was 19. She was in a Lowes commercial but they made her look 10 years older than she was, whih she hates, I think she looks amazing in it. Her dream is to become a movie star. I tell her she can do it, that she can do anything she wants because she is beautiful and should have everything she wants before quickly blaming the alcohol despite not touching a single drop since we sat down. She laughs, a goofy arms and legs flailing laugh, when I tell her my dream is to get married and start a family with the woman of my dreams (I don’t tell her I want it to be her) and she tells me to leave that part out next time I am trying to pick up a girl.

Grace is captivating. She is amazingly funny and awkward and every word that comes out of her mouth leaves me wanting more.

I spend most of the evening staring at her lips,

We exchange numbers at last call, switching phones to enter our respective numbers and when I take mines back from her there is a message on screen
'This is the part you’re supposed to kiss me…’ it reads.

I reach up to her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders in an attempt to pull her closer without it being too obvious. Her lios are unbelievably soft and she tastes of strawberry lip balm. For what seems kike forever I wait for her to return the kiss and I am not disappointed. She kiss me in a way that shows me she has been thinking about this for as long as I have. Although the bar is full and we are surrounded by her friends I feel like we are the only two people there, her hands are in the small of my back, travelking further down to my butt, and mines are now tangled in her hair pullin her further and further into the kiss. I run my hands through her hair and down her sides pulling her close to me, tongue dancing across her bottom lip begging for entrance. She allows and our tongues meet for the first time sending a surge through my entire body. Before things get too far in the middle of the bar she pulls away, pressing a few soft kisses to my lips before whispering breathlessly in my ear 'I’ll make Mamrie and Tyler get a cab. You are coming home with me.’

anonymous asked:

Heyo do you think maybe if you have time you could write a jasper au for my birthday in three days?

Honestly? It took them so long to move in together that their friends actually made them a cake that said “it was about freaking time” -Jason was sure it hadn’t said freaking originally, the other words matched Percy’s handwriting while freaking matched Frank’s- But in their defense, they had a lot going on in their life and moving in together was not a priority. Jason had been traveling across the country creating temples for the gods while Piper had been in Camp Half-Blood taking the role of camp leader after Annabeth and Percy moved to New Rome to start college and then Piper started college in NYU studying Fashion Design while Jason still traveled across the country and finally when Percy and Annabeth moved back to NYC after finishing college in New Rome and moved in to a little apartment. Jason decided to join them and Piper in NYC, he started studying law in Fordham University, and since he and Piper stayed at their college dorms, the idea of moving in together was not part of them, besides after spending 5 years of his living traveling between places, he liked the idea of staying in one place, even if that meant dorms.

It was until they were 23 and Piper was starting her last year at college that the idea of them moving in together started to form in their head, while Jason still had a few more years of studying, he started college at 21 after all, Piper was about to finish it and she needed a place to live after it. It was that winter when they started looking for apartments. Percy and Annabeth were already married by that point and Hazel was already in her seventh year in the roman legion and being honest, everybody thought Jason and Piper would be already engaged by that point, after all they had been dating for over 7 years.

After months of looking, they found an apartment and they moved in a few days after Piper’s graduation. It was not a small apartment but at least it was bigger than the apartment Annabeth and Percy lived when they moved to NYC, so it was a win for Piper and Jason, one thing they didn’t thought when they moved in was all the stuff they had. Piper had a lot of stuff and so had Jason and they had to say goodbye to a lot of stuff, there was also the fact that sometimes they had the same book or the same movie and they had a lot of arguments about who had to get rid of their version -they finally found a method, and it was the loser of their Mario Kart game had to get rid of their version-.

The first weeks were difficult, they were used to having their own space and even if they had been dating together for so long, living together was a different thing. Jason was a morning person while Piper hated been awake before noon, he liked to keep his stuff organized and Piper had cloths and sketches everywhere. It took them a while until they finally found a routine and then living together felt the most natural thing.

The next step on their relationship was made by Piper, when she accidentally proposed to Jason while they were on a trip celebrating her 25 birthday. They were supposed to go hiking that morning but instead spent the whole day in the bedroom of the little cabin they rented for the weekend.

Their wedding happened a few months later, in winter. Piper designed her own wedding dress and her siblings helped her prepare her dream wedding. Annabeth was Piper’s maid of honor while Leo was Jason’s best man.  

After their honeymoon in Paris (the trip was Tristan wedding gift for them) they came back to New York, but instead of going back to their apartment, they came back to their new home in New Athens, the safe space for greek demigods.

Years later, after Piper’s fashion line finally took off and Jason was a well known layer across the country and they had two kids. They settled in their new home, this time in the coast of California where they would live until they grow old and would see their grandchildren grow.

anonymous asked:

I love your imagines! I wish I could write like you! Anyways may I have an imagine where Nash has a crush on me, but I'm dating someone else, and when my previous bf breaks up with me, I to Nash and he confesses his feelings for me. Thanks♡☻

Thank u sweetheart !! Hope u like it

“Nash, stop!” You say, smiling as he follows you around.
“Come on (y/n), he ditched you the day before prom, just let me take you!” He pleads.
“Nash, I’m not going!” You tell him
“You have to, it’s your prom!" 
"I’ll just.. Stay at home and watch Netflix, I don’t even really like dressing up anyway…” You try to convince him.
“(y/n)…” He says, grabbing your arm, “You bought your dress seven months ago; you booked your hairdresser in the tenth grade, you can’t lie to me, I know you’ve been waiting for this night." 
You pause and look at him defeatedly for a moment, then place your palm on your forehead. “I just kind of always dreamed it would be with him, you know what I mean?”
"Yeah,” he mutters “I know.” almost as if you weren’t supposed to hear.
You raise an eyebrow but shake it off as you unlock the front door to your house. “Well thanks for driving me home, I needed a friend.” You say, opening your arms for a hug. He wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up, swinging you around, which makes you smile as he puts you down.
You place your hand on his cheek before turning and walking into your house.

-

“Nash” You say into the phone
“(y/n), are you okay?” He asks, sounding anxious - it’s two in the morning and you are calling him out of the blue, so you aren’t surprised.
“I’m sorry, I’m fine, I just-” You start, “he dumped me" 
"He dumped you?!” He asks in shock.
“About three hours ago” You tell him
“Why didn’t you call me as soon as he did, (y/n)?” He asks
“I don’t know” You whine, tears still rolling down your cheeks. You hear movement on the other line, so you assume he has sat up or something. “Three years I was with him, Nash! Three years. Do you know how long that is to like a person? That’s a long time Nash.”
“I know” He repeats, in the same tone he had earlier. “Listen (y/n), you deserve so much better than that asshole”
This makes you cry harder and Nash can tell as he continues, “I’m serious, he isn’t worth your tears. Nobody is worth your tears.” 
“God” You mutter, mostly to yourself, “That’s why he didn’t want to go to prom with me." 

You talk to Nash for a while about how worthless and pathetic you feel and he reassures you that you are not, and that you are beautiful, when suddenly his line cuts off.
"Nash?” You ask - all you hear on the other line is one long beep.
You hang up the call, and hear a tapping noise coming from your window - and then another, and another. 
You walk over and pull the curtains back, to find that Nash is standing in your back yard, holding a huge sign above his said, marked: PROM ?
You cover your open mouth as you quietly race downstairs and through the back door to the garden. 
“Nash what-”
“Shhhhh” He says, “Shut up just listen”
You smile at how demanding he sounds.
“You tell me three years is a long time to like someone? You tell me about how you have dreams of doing things with only one person for the rest of your life? Getting married, having kids, growing old?” He says, “(y/n), that’s how I feel about you. That’s how I felt from the moment I first laid eyes on you." 
You are still cover your mouth with your hand, so he takes it and holds it in his. “(y/n), I am in love with every part of you. You are beautiful, even the things you hate about yourself are more beautiful than you will ever realise.”
"Nash” You say, tears rolling down your face - happy tears now - you lean up and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him instantly. 
“Thank you” You whisper to him, your lips still lingering near his.
You feel his mouth curve into a smile as he kisses you again.

anonymous asked:

Hi! kamusta? I'm Farah from NYC. I love your blog. But unfortunately I'm using blogger but I bookmarked your blog already. Anyway, I was looking for other Pinoy bloggers when I saw your blog. I love the design, the content. I must say you are smart! I'm a special ed teacher but I want to pursue my dream in fashion design. I want to integrate filipino culture in my designs. Maybe we could do projects someday. I hope you could add my blog in your list. Salamat! farahfashionsnyc.blogspot

Nice to meet you, I’m from NYC as well. :)

And thank you visiting both my tumblr blog and pinoy-culture.com! Ah a fashion designer? Well I think it’s great that you want to integrate our cultures into your designs! I’ve seen a few Pilipin@ designers do that and some look amazing. 

Actually I’ve been hoping for a designer to make clothing based on our precolonial clothing especially ones for weddings. I’m not getting married any time soon but I would love my dress to be inspired by the beautiful clothing our ancestors wore. Something like this.