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Behind the Scenes of The Runaway Bride (Part Seven)

Excerpt from Benjamin Cook’s interview with David Tennant in DWM 378

BC: Hello, David.  Are you scared of spiders?

DT: I don’t mind spiders, actually. I don’t love a lot of things like that, but spiders, for some reason, I feel quite comfortable around. Moths are the ones that freak me out. It’s something to do with the way that, if they get squished, they turn to dust. There’s something very wrong about that. It all feels a bit Gothic.

BC: What about weddings?

DT: I’m scared of weddings, obviously, yeah. [Laughs] Actually, I’ve always had a good time at weddings. I’ve missed a few friends’ weddings over the years, which is always disappointing, ‘cos this job isn’t one where you can say, ‘Ooh, I need Saturday off to go to a wedding.’ But ones that I’ve been to - in recent years, anyway - I’ve had a great time at. They’re happening less frequently, though, aren’t they? People don’t really feel the need to get married so much.

BC: Now that you’re famous, do you get invited to celebrity weddings of people that you barely know?

DT: I’ve never had that. Why haven’t I had that? Now that you mention it, I’m a bit annoyed about that. What’s coming up? Somebody from Hollyoaks must be getting married or something…

BC: According to this week’s Heat magazine, Michelle Heaton and Andy Scott-Lee are tying the knot. It is - I quote - ‘the pop wedding of the week.’

DT: Why haven’t I been invited? I’m not happy

BC: Sod ‘em. Tom Cruise’s wedding to Katie Holmes is more up your street, isn’t it?

DT: But I wasn’t invited to that one either. They didn’t get in touch. My invitation probably just got lost in the post. 

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“I’m nervous,” Kent says.

“Change your mind?” Alexei teases, only feeling a tiny bit worried. He doesn’t think Kent will actually bail on him, now that they’re both in their suits and the hall is surely packed with their families and teammates. Bittle would cry if anything happened, Alexei thinks. And then skin both of them alive.

But then again, Alexei did see Runaway Bride twice with Snowy, when he was first learning English and someone had the brilliant idea that the best way to learn is to watch all the classic romcoms. Snowy, it turns out, is a big fan of Richard Gere. Kent doesn’t look like he’s ready to bolt, but he did seem skittish, and in the movie, Julia Roberts had been very skittish.

“No, never,” Kent says, taking Alexei’s hands and rubbing his thumb over Alexei’s palms. His hair is already a little mussed, the untamable cowlick threatening to pop back up. “Not about you. I know I’m an ass about a lot of things, but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Good to know,” Alexei says, letting out a breath of relief. “You tell me now, then what you say for vows?”

“Oh, God,” Kent laughs nervously. “Oh man. That’s—that’s the thing. The vows. In front of a bunch of people. I could probably do it. Maybe. You wouldn’t happen to be carrying Xanax on you?” He chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, but his jaw drops when he sees Alexei rummage in his pockets. “Wait, I’m just joking. I don’t actually—what the hell is that?”

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You were sitting on the couch surrounded by four of your closest girlfriends enjoying some wine and cheesy chick flicks when you heard the front door open and close. You looked at the clock on the cable box and rolled your eyes when you saw it wasn’t even half past eleven.

“Oh am I interrupting somethin?” You heard his voice before you saw him enter the kitchen that was connected to the living room. You gave him a playful glare as he reached into his back pockets grabbing his phone and his wallet before placing them on the counter.

“Oi! Don’t come in here bangin about while we are trying to watch some good ole romantic comedy Harry!” You laughed as Harry acted offended by your best friend Kelsey’s words.

“What rom com are we watchin?” You laughed as he walked into the living room and plopped down between you and Kelsey causing her to roll her eyes. “Ya know I love Nicky Spee!” He added as he stretched an arm over your shoulder.

“Nicholas Sparks doesn’t make romantic comedies Harry.” You watched his eyes go wide as you took a sip of your wine, you knew this was going to become a rather entertaining discussion so you just sat back and got comfortable.

“What did you just say B?” Harry’s voice was serious but had a hint of playfulness in it as well. Bailey just shrugged as she took a sip of her wine, Harry ran his free hand through his hair as you took another sip of your nearly empty glass of wine.

“She’s right H,” he snapped his head in your direction as you leaned over and placed your glass on the coffee table. “The Notebook isn’t a romantic comedy.” He was giving you a playful glare but you just shot him a smile.

“How can you be the love of my life yet say such hurtful things ta me?” You just rolled your eyes as the girls giggled at Harry’s statement. “The Notebook is one of the best movies out there.” You just nodded your head in agreement as Bailey took this opportunity to refill your glass of wine for you.

“I agree love,” you stated as you gave Bailey a big smile while you reached over for your now full glass of wine. “But it isn’t a romantic comedy, it’s a love story but it’s not funny.” You added before taking a sip, you saw Harry reach for your glass and you reluctantly let him have it.

“I love you but you’re so wrong.” You shot him a playful glare as he took a sip of your wine. “It’s funny, the scene where Noah goes on the Ferris wheel is golden!” You heard Kelsey laugh making Harry shoot her a glare.

“It’s a sad ass love story Harry, it’s a good love story yes but it’s not a rom com it’s a tear jerker and that’s what your beloved Nicky Spee is good at.” You had to control your giggling so Harry wouldn’t glare at you as Cynthia spoke. She was sitting on the floor by the T.V and was looking at Harry like he was crazy. “I mean come on, ya have to know the difference between a rom com and just a good tear jerking love story.” She added with a huff as she leaned back against the sofa Bailey and Caroline were sitting on.

“Oi! You lot just love crushin my dreams!” You chuckled as you took the wine glass from his hand. “Jus go on about ya business than cos I don’t want ta hang with a bunch of girls anyway.” He tried to get up off the couch in a dramatic way but you reached up and grabbed his arm making him stay seated.

“Oh don’t leave in a huff H, we are about to watch the Runaway Bride! You love Julia!” You pleaded and when he stopped fighting against your grip you knew he was going to stay. You snuggled closer to him as he grabbed your wine glass once more.

“If you were a rom com actress Harry you’d be Julia.” You almost snorted from laughing so hard at Kelsey’s statement. Harry just shook his head but had a smile on his face.

“Why am I always Julia in everyone’s rom com?” You just chuckled as Harry snuggled into you and rested his head on your shoulder. You took your wine glass back before taking a sip and placing a sweet kiss to the top of Harry’s head.

You loved that Harry was so comfortable with you and your girlfriends, they loved poking fun at him and you knew he loved being included in jokes and stories. He loved coming home and seeing you and your friends having a girls night in and enjoying some wine in the living room while watching sappy movies. He also loved that they didn’t yell at him when he would invite himself along to brunches and dinners. Harry had a way of making your friends feel comfortable around him and that was just one of the many things you loved about him.

PreWedding Nerves

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count : 900+

Plot: the night before the wedding y/n gets nervous

                I turn in bed, tired, nervous, anxious. So anxious. My chest felt tight and the thoughts of everything that could go bad enters my mind.

What if the tux is wrinkled?

What if the veil rips?

What if I trip in front of everyone?

What if Harry leaves?

What if he says I don’t?

What if

What if

What if

I bring my knees to my chest in the position that had always helped me calm down but I couldn’t stop thinking about all the terrible possibilities. I couldn’t stop thinking about the worse. I wanted Harry to be here, to reassure me that nothing would ever happen, that nothing could ever happen. I wanted him to tell me that it would all be okay, that tomorrow was going to be perfect and so were the days to come. I grab my phone, calling him. I’m quiet, making sure to not wake up Gemma or any of the other girls who had camped out in my room to make sure that Harry wouldn’t sneak in.

“Harry,” I whispered into the phone. From his end I can still hear the party going, I can hear boys cheering and asking for more drinks.

“Hi baby,” his slow and deep voice fills my ear, he doesn’t sound drunk which makes me feel slightly better, “how’s the party?”

“We’re all in bed, it’s two am,” I whispered, hugging my knees tighter, “how about you?”

“The boys and I left to my hotel room, the guys are just having a drink and watching some movie, but I’m tired and I don’t know how to kick them out,” he admits and I bet he’s pouting slightly, “and I miss you.”

My hands slightly shake and I keep imagining walking to an empty alter. I sniffle, “Harry,” I say, “are you sure we’re ready?”

I hear shuffling on the other side and I imagine he’s moving to a silent location, I’m right when I don’t hear the boys and I hear a door shut, “hey hey,” he coos, “of course I’m ready Y/N I wouldn’t ask you otherwise.”

A silent sob leaves my lips, “I’m really scared,” I admit.

“Of what baby,” he asks, “don’t cry lease don’t cry.”

“I feel like something is going to go wrong,” I admit, walking out of the hotel room I resided in, I’m sure to be as silent as possible.

“Nothing is going to go wrong I promise,” he assures me, “I love you and you love me and that’s all that matters.”

“There are so many people,” I say. Harry’s parents loved me, but some of his other family members didn’t, and I have met a lot of people on his side which meant tomorrow was the day. My parents who were divorced and could never stop arguing were going to be in the same room, I could already tell there would be a fight.

“We can have the ceremony with close family and invite everyone else to the reception,” Harry says, “we can do whatever you want, this day is about you.”

I pace the hallway my hands gripping the phone tighter and another sob leaves my lips, “I’m just really overwhelmed,” I cried, “a-and I can’t stop thinking about everything that could go wrong and everyone is snoring and I can’t sleep,” I say in between hiccups.

The elevator dings and I look up to see Harry stepping out of it. He’s in his grey sweatpants and a black shirt, his phone in his hands and he hangs up placing it in his pocket. He frowns seeing me, opening up his arms and I let them wrap around me.

“Hi kitten,” he whispered in my ear, “it’s okay.”

Harry’s finger tips run up and down my back soothingly. Once the tears have stopped he kisses me, “everything will be perfect,” he promises me.

I nod, he wipes away the extra tears, “I love you,” he reminds me.

“And I you,” I tell him.

“Come on,” he grabs my hand, “those idiots are so drunk they won’t notice I’m gone,” he says.

“Where are we going?” I asked, following him. We must look like a mess, Harry in his PJ’s and me in a pair of shorts and sweater with no shoes. My hair had been tossed up in a ponytail but by this point it was insanely messy.

Harry holds up a key card, “I got an extra room in case you needed me or I needed you,” he says, swiping us into the hotel room.

I smile at my future husband as he closes the door, locking it behind us. I get in bed and Harry follows, wrapping a blanket around the both of us, “this time tomorrow we will be halfway to Italy and married,” he grins.

I smile at the thought, “I’m excited and nervous, like the first day of school you know?” I asked, “I’m excited to move in with you and make breakfast and yell at you about keeping the toilet seat up and listening to you play your guitar, and I’m excited to hear your very cheesy breakfast tunes.”

“Well I’m excited to hear you sing in the shower and eat your overly burnt rice and over cooked pasta, and I’m excited to whine about how you leave your clothe everywhere and not folded away were it should be,” Harry says, “and not mention I’m excited to be able to share a bed with you.”

“Eh you’re a very loud snorer,” I teased.

We keep discussing what we look forward to till we fall asleep.

“It was bad luck,” Gemma taunts as she helps me get in my dress, Anne and my mother standing and talking to each other about the dress I picked out, “we thought we had a runaway bride,” Gemma adds.

“Gemma it’s okay,” I laugh at my maid of honor, “I was really overwhelmed and he was there. Plus he hasn’t seen me in the dress.”

She rolls her eyes playfully but laughs, zipping me up and I turn. My mother in law and mother smiling as they hug me, “oh you look so perfect,” Anne gushes, “I’m so happy.”

“You look beautiful,” My mom says squeezing my hand.

“We better go take our seats,” Anne grins, tears pooling in her eyes.

The two older women walk out and Gemma steps back looking at me, “I have to go grab your veil,” she says.

She walks out leaving me inside the dressing room by myself. I admire myself in the mirror, the white dress was breath taking and I wished I could wear it every day of my life. I’m nervous, more nervous than last night. I felt sick, I never enjoyed being the center of attention and I wanted a small wedding, really small. But Harry couldn’t not invite some family member and not others, he had his mother and fathers side, cousins, aunts and uncles, friends and their plus ones, and some people he worked with. I simply invited some of my friends and parents. I can hear Gemma outside the door.

“Harry no, you already broke the rule last night. Now you’ll see her in less than thirty minutes,” Gemma scowls.

“How is she?” He asked.

“She’s fine-”

“I don’t believe you,” Harry whines, “five seconds Gem please.”

“No,” Gemma says firmly, “suck it up.”

“Gemma you don’t get it when she gets nervous it can become overwhelming and she shuts down-”

“Harry I can handle her, she’s my family too,” Gemma says.

“Harry,” I say through the door, “I’m okay.”

“Hi baby,” he says in a much gentler voice, “are you sure? Because I can totally go out there and kick some people out.”

I giggle and lean against the door, “I’ll be fine, are you dressed?”

“Yes,” he says as the same time Gemma says, “no.”

“He doesn’t have his tie on,” she adds.

“Snitch,” he grumbles, “I love you y/n.”

“I love you too,” I say.

“Bye Harry,” Gemma says and walks in, she rolls her eyes, “he’s not even dressed. God luck with that.”

I laugh as I sit on the chair and she pins the veil to my hair, “you look beautiful y/n.”

I feel better once I’ve managed to walk down the aisle Harry is grinning from ear to ear, his eyes glossy. He holds my hand, leaning over and whispering to me that I look beautiful. I squeeze his hand as my cheeks turn pink, my face feeling hot. His thumb rubbing circles on my hand in a soothing matter.

“I do,” Harry says, lifting my veil.

“I do,” I repeat.

a bunch of wedding/engangement themed prompts
  1. “i jokingly told you that the only way i’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and i’m kind of charmed.”
  2. “this is probably a bad time, but marry me?”
  3. “we’ve been dating forever, and you just caught the bouquet at our friend's wedding”
  4. “remember when we were in high school and we swore that if we were still single at 30 we’d marry each other, well hey guess whose birthday it is”
  5. “i planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to whole proposing thing”
  6. “we’re getting fake engaged for [insert reason here]”
  7. “we’re assigned to this mission in which we have to pretend to be a married couple, but i’m actually really in love with you”
  8. “we accidentally got married in vegas oops”
  9. “accidentally crashed this wedding, but hey you’re pretty cute”
  10. “i was deliberately not invited to this wedding so im crashing it anyways, even if that means the angry hot maid of honor is going to murder me”
  11. “you’re the hot stripper at my friend’s bachelor(ette) party”
  12. “hey i’m the best man, you’re a bridesmaid, let’s do this thing?”
  13. “i know im supposed to be your best man/maid of honor, but maybe i should mention now that i’m in love with you”
  14. “i’m a wedding planner and you don’t believe in marriage”
  15. “i’m your wedding planner, but i’m also falling in love with you”
  16. “i’m the wedding planner, and you’re the best man/bridesmaid”
  17. “my ex just invited me to their wedding and i need you to be my date so it doesnt look like ive spent the last few years failing to get over them.”
  18. “it’s my younger siblings wedding and my mother won’t shut up about how i’m going to die alone”
  19. “i need a date so i’m hiring you off criags list, please don’t be a serial killer”
  20. “wow i never knew bride/groom had such a hot sibling”
  21. “our parents are getting married, and it’s a little weird, but you’re really hot”
  22. “your the dj/wedding singer at my friends wedding and you just played my song.”
  23. “i’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so i don’t ruin my friends wedding.”
  24. “our weirdo friends are throwing a wedding for their dogs and we both got dragged along." 
  25. "i’m stuck at this stupid wedding, so please bar tender keep the drinks coming”
  26. “they said ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ so i’m speaking up”
  27. “i’m a runaway bride/groom and you’re driving my getaway car”
  28. “my bride/groom ditched me at the alter, but fuck them i’m taking this honeymoon anyway.
  29. "it’s our honeymoon but we’re spies/secret agents/whatever and bad guys keep appearing to ruin everything.”
  30. “its our honeymoon and everything is super perfect and romantic”

dreammeposts  asked:

I so desperately wanted somthing good today so I decided re-read some of your old posts. They all are so great! But I found out that there is no Saeran and V in request about Wedding night with RFA:(. Can you please do them too when you have time? These two guys really deserve something so sweet!

Thank you, you’re really sweet <3 I’m so glad I’m bringing you this much happiness, and feel free to alwways talk to me if you feel like it, okay?

So here it is:

Wedding night: Saeran and V 


  • “Okay, I heard about runaway brides and runaway grooms, but this is crazy.” Zen stated to Jaehee.
  • “And the best man is missing too.” Jumin said. “What? Saeyoung isn’t here either?”
  • “No, I checked twice, the three of them just… disappeared.” Yoosung said breathlessly, as he came in running.
  • Nobody wanted to say it loud, but they were all thinking the same: the twins’ father. Did he take you as hostage and forced the tins to come with him without resistance?
  • You and Saeran let your phones in the hotel, Saeyoung had his, apparently, but it kept going to voicemail, which was already filled with messages from Yoosung.
  • Jumin was getting ready to send a force task after the three of you. But Saeyoung finally picked up. “Saeyoung, what’s happening? Are you okay? Are MC and Saeran okay?” Yoosung sounded desperate, but he was so relieved
  • “Yeah, they’re great! Just chill, bro.” “How can I chill? The bride and the groom are missing!” “They’re not missing, they’re fine and in the way of their honeymoon.” “What? How can they have a honeymoon without the wedding?” Zen asked as Yoosung put the call on speaker.
  • “Yeah, here’s the thing… there won’t be a wedding…” “What?” all of them asked at the same time. “Well, you should hear this from them, but they decided they aren’t ready for a wedding right now.” “But are they ready for honeymoon, huh?” Jumin asked, his personal beliefs were very clear here.
  • “Well, I’m not in the position to judge and neither are you. Let them be happy as they want. Okay, gotta go! Something just came up! Ba-bye!” he hangs up “Where were we?”
  • “The part about me taking this man to be my lawfully wedded husband?” you say, smiling. “Seriously, what kind of minister answers his phone in the middle of the vows?” Saeran glared at his brother.
  •  “I’m not a real minister, bro, I’m just doing this because you two insisted in having a smaller ceremony.” Really smaller, as it were only the three of you, and a squirrel walking by in the park you two chose to have this symbolic ceremony. So what if it wasn’t official? What you two shared felt official for a while now…
  • “Yeah, whatever. And what’s with the honeymoon thing? Tmi, stupid!” “Well, that was the only way to make them feel uncomfortable about asking anything else, you’re welcome. And can I say you’re very cute saying ‘tmi’, brother? You’re cute, Saeran” Saeyoung teased him.
  • Saeran was ready to pick up a fight, but you cupped his face with your hands, forcing him to focus on you. “This is not a moment to fight, this is about love, remember?” How could he forget? You looked like you just stepped out of one of his dreams, the ones he never thought he could have a few years ago.
  • “Yeah, of course. I’m sorry.” He said, blushing. You wanted to squeeze his cheeks, but that would only make him more flustered, and he hated being flustered in front of his brother. “That’s fine, I know you’re just nervous. Proceed, Minister Choi”
  • “Yes, sure. So, uhm… MC, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in… ah, that’s boring and I’m not a real Minister, let’s go to the fun part… If there be anyone present who may show just and lawful cause why this couple may not be legally wed, let him speak now or forever hold his peace.” “There’s nobody here but us, idiot!” “What about the squirrel?”
  • “I swear in the name of the squirrel I’ll punch you, Saeyoung!” you glare at him, Saeran chuckles at your sudden change of mood. “Ahhh, don’t! Your punches really hurt! Uhmm… with the powers vested in me by Longcat, I now pronounce you wife and husband…”
  • “Aren’t you missing something?” Saeran asks impatiently. “Ah sure… You may kiss the bri…” Saeran didn’t even wait for his brother to finish, he pulled you for a kiss, not even caring if his brother was watching.
  • “Let’s go, Mr. Squirrel, I think honeymoon just started!” Saeyoung says, almost running out of there.


  • He didn’t show up to the bachelor party the night before the wedding, that itself felt a little suspicious.
  • Then he wasn’t in his room on the wedding day. Jumin, his best man, kept pacing back and forth, calling him every two minutes.
  • Nobody wanted to think of this, but they were all wondering if V disappeared because he realized he didn’t forget her completely… yes, this marriage thing was so sudden! Was he trying to force himself on forgetting her? Of course this wouldn’t end up well…
  • The RFA voted as Jaehee to talk to you, she was the only one that would sound alarming enough without getting you to panic. Also, the boys were too scared of seeing you cry.
  • You didn’t even flinch. Were you also expecting for something like this? “Don’t worry. We’ll find him.” You stated. Oh… not really, you just trusted him.
  • But as soon as she let you alone, you realized how scared you were. Would he be really capable of just abandoning you like this?
  • You needed some fresh air, so you sneaked out of the room. It was a beautiful late afternoon, the sky was a mix of orange, pink and purple…
  • That did a beautiful contrast to his turquoise hair. Yes, V was there, leaning by the porch in front of the beach. You weren’t sure if you should come close, he looked like he was in some kind of trance.
  •  “Jihyun?” you asked, and he turned suddenly, almost falling when he realized you were ready. You looked like a sea nymph, a goddess of the waters.
  • “MC, I… I’m sorry, I… you look stunning, my love.” “Thank you, I dressed like that for the wedding, you know? That one with the two of us?”
  • “Yes, of course. I apologize for losing track of time. Is everybody mad at me?” “No, they’re just worried, I suppose.”
  • “Are you worried?” “Well, I… there’s this part of me who tells me not to get worried. We love each other and we want to share a whole life!” “But…”
  • “But there’s this other part of me, the one that remembers that… she is somewhere in Alaska right now… getting better. What if she gets really better, V? Will you leave me for her?” BOOM! There it was…
  • “MC, the bullet I took for her… is out of my body, but I still feel the pain. Not physically, but it let a mark on me, a reminder that no matter what I did for her, all that was left for me when it comes to her is… pain.”
  • “And when it comes to me…?” “I feel like I’m under the most beautiful sky in the world. You remind me, that no matter how wide is the world, I can spread my horizons ever further when I’m with you.” Oh… wow.
  • “I love you, MC. I wish I can put in more proper words, but… I don’t know the words that express how much I love you.” He held your hand and hugged you tenderly.
  • “Now I believe a wedding should be in session, right?” “Can we stay like this just a little longer?” you asked and he chuckled. “Anything you want, my angel.”

This was an additon to this post~


Behind the Scenes of The Runaway Bride (Part Eight)

Excerpt from Benjamin Cook’s “Bad Reception” article in DWM #378

This, ladies and gentlemen, is Donna Noble’s reception. The room is adorned with decorations, party balloons, and a banner that says, somewhat prematurely, ‘Congratulations Donna & Lance’, but wedding presents, streamers, and sausage rolls lie strewn across the dancefloor, tables and chairs are overturned, the air is thick with smoke, and four artificial Christmas trees (watch out - they’re swines) are standing about, all menacing-like. Over there in the corner, chatting to a pageboy, is Donna herself, actress, comedienne, and famous lady Catherine Tate. In a wedding dress.

“How do you manage to run in that dress?” asks the pageboy.

“I know, it’s a bit tricky,” she answers. “Do you want to know a secret?” She hoists up her dress, but lowers her voice, “See, I’m wearing trainers!”

“Nice trainers,” nods David Tennant, the Doctor. “You should wear ‘em in wide shots!”

“Here we go, then,” calls out Peter Bennett, the first assistant director, “for a take. Nice and quiet, please. And turn over…”

Donna and Lance, her would-have-been fiance, climb out of hiding from behind a table. “You all right, sweetheart?” she asks, stepping over the wreckage of her wedding reception. “Michael? Connie? Sunita, do something useful -”

“Who’s Sunita?” asks Euros [Lyn, director].

“I’m making it this lady here,” replies Catherine, stroking the arm of a supporting artiste wearing an absurdly large hat.

“I thought Sunita sounded more like a bridesmaid’s name,” says the lady in the hat. […]

“I want this to happen at my wedding,” jokes Don Gilet, who plays Lance.

“That can be arranged,” says Any Effects’ Mike Crowley, the special effects supervisor.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please please please write a second part to fresh blood?? I love that story so fricking much!!! Ps I hope you're well :)

I’m doing well thank you! And yes, I shall! I do love Vampire!Harry to bits don’t you agree?

He was aware what was going on, he had been on this earth for 800 years. He had watched the news, he saw how this new election was going to be. To him, this was nothing. He’d seen far worse shit then any human could imagine and so…he would entertain. When that swat team came to his establishment to take him he didn’t argue nor fight. He just went along, because if he did meet the True Death he would be okay with it. He lived on this earth long enough, he was ready to go.

His status may have been stripped, he may have been resorted to just a light blue romper, he may have had to take Tru Blood though he was suspicious about it. But his age was still dominant in Gen Pop 1. He had his respect from the other vampires(though some just wanted to be children). He just sat and observed, never did anything outside the norm…until that particular day.

It was usual, these poor jailbirds would be thrown into the room and basically get destroyed. It was funny though, to them he was the monster…and yet that warden and his little political pets were possibly the biggest monsters he had ever seen. But no…this day was different. He smelled her the second she got thrown in there. He was just sitting there knitting, but her scent…her blood…his eyes shot up to what was happening.

She looked so scared, the others were about to attack. He took one look and he knew, he didn’t question it. A vampire’s claim was important, sacred. Once a vampire laid claim the others dare not question. That was exactly what he did, this sweet creature was his and his alone. Anyone who laid a finger would be beheaded without him blinking a eyelash.

She was a cute, lively little thing. She reminded him of a flower, very beautiful…very delicate. One where you protect and provide at all coasts. She was the one, after years of loneliness she was his cure. And once he got a taste of her blood it only cemented her fate with him. It was going to be interesting…how she would be as one of him but he would teach her the ways. Like his maker before him, he would give her the same gift. No pain, no sickness or death until it was time. But she had to come to him, she already had him from the start but she had to give the permission. Once she did? Oh she was done forever.

“Where have you been?” He asked, sitting on the recliner as you came in. He woke up to find you gone, no hint of you anywhere. He didn’t like that at all.

“Hi babe, nice to see you too! Oh I got you Tru Blood am I not the best girlfriend ever,” you spoke sarcastically as you set the groceries on the counter. “I had to go to the store!”

“You could have waited until I woke to go,” he spoke but you ignored him.

“Look you might as well start getting used to it when I start my job,” you told him only to be met by a gust and him nearly inches from you. And you actually thought he was going to take the news well.

“You did not tell me about a job,” he told you.

“I just got it today, don’t worry I’m going to be cooking at the local bar and grill in town it’s no big deal,” you explain but you could tell by the look on his face he was not getting any happier.

“The one where they walk around in short shorts and tight white tops?” He asked with a deep scowl. “I’m not going to allow that.”

“I’ll be wearing my regular clothes and a apron for God’s sake,” you tried to reason with him. Yes he came from a different time and yes he was pretty set in his ways but you didn’t care.

“Why do you feel the need to have a job? I provide financially,” he stated.

“Exactly, I know you do but I need a job. I need to get back on my feet after what happened. I have got to be my own independent person, I don’t want you to think I expect you to take care of me.”

“I want to take care of you, that’s the point of me being your lover,” he argued and you were not about to get weak in the knees at the way he said lover with that English accent.

“Harry, babe. I know you do. But…okay how can I explain this…while I appreciate you wanting to do that and have been doing so. I don’t want to be a sugar baby for the rest of my life.”

“Sugar babies only care about the person’s money, you are not my sugar baby. You are my companion and lover and I will not allow you to slave away only to be paid very little compared to the male staff. Unless you do not want to be with me,” Harry’s logic, if you want to do something he doesn’t want you to do you don’t want him.

“Oh my God that is not it! I’ll be working during the day! Sometimes at night if they really need me. I had it figured out, I’ll work when you sleep and when I get home you’ll be awake and we will do what we always do!”

That seemed to ease him a tad, but only a tad.

“And what if something were to happen to you while I am unable to reach you? What then?” He asked, always thinking the pure worst.

“I’m a big girl Harry, now will you please just chill for me?” You almost beg, wrapping your arms around his waist as you look up to his tall frame. “Trust me.”

He looks at you, his face still a bit on the scowl side. But eventually he did relax, nodding a bit to indicate he finally understood. Smiling in victory(because that was rare for you to actually win), you give him a kiss on the lips. This only melted the cold away more, a purr like noise escaping him as he pulls you closer to his frame. That always did seem to do the trick, as long as you gave him love and affection he would forget what he was mad about.

Course, with Harry being Harry it quickly went from sweet kissing to him speeding to the basement where he had you screaming out his name. What was shocking was he knocked it down to one hour this time, laying his head on your chest as you both basked in the afterglow. He liked hearing your heartbeat, he did this thing if he closed his eyes and just focused on that he imagined his own heart was alive for that little moment. It was sweet…but it reminded you about the little time you two did have.

You fell in love with him, some would argue it was Stockholm Syndrome, maybe it was. But Harry was the only person in your life that ever really gave a damn. Your parents were out of the picture, your asshole ex only used you, everyone pretty much turned their back on you after you got arrested but Harry was the one that brought you back. He was the reason you got up and decided to get a job, because you knew…even though he would not be too wild about it, that he would in the end support you.

Was he a little on the weird side? Sure. But you felt his devotion and love, so you grew more in love with him as the days went on. It’s been 9 months since you two met, but you knew as the months roll so would be years. You would grow old, while he stayed the same. You couldn’t do that to him, he already lost so much in his past…maybe if you suggested turning? No…he may not even want you for that long.

“You’re lost in your head,” he spoke, looking up at you with those green eyes. “What’s got you so far away from me?”

“Oh…nothing,” you shook your head trying not to think about it. “Hey you wanna watch some rom coms on Netflix?”

He didn’t argue, he just indulged you as you turning on the TV to find something. Something was wrong, he saw the flash of sadness on your face. But he was going to let it go for now, being in this union calmed him a bit. You pick Runaway Bride, something he admitted to like as you cuddle close with your head on his chest while you play with the moth on his stomach. He kisses your head, nuzzling in affection. He wanted this forever, you were the perfect companion. You were strong, warm. All the people you trusted abandoned you, but he didn’t…not even when he felt you could abandon him at any moment.

True to your word you would be right at home making something to eat while you had his Tru Blood ready when he woke. You spend the nights watching TV or playing Scrabble. The love making was pretty consistent too, something that was not an issue in your book. But one afternoon you groaned, your boss told you you had to pull a double. You sent Harry a text, just so he wouldn’t be flying to your workplace and cause a scene.

Hey babe, boss wants me to work more tonight. Tru Blood is in the fridge I’ll be home at a decent hour hopefully. I love you.

You sent it, but as soon as you sent it your eyes bugged out at what you had done. Despite being together for so long, the later months in a romantic setting, not once has he or you mention the L word. Oh God, what if you messed things up? He claimed you, he got upset that you thought you two weren’t a couple…he obviously liked you for some odd reason…it would be fine right? Right?

“Hey, earth to lil’ mama you okay?” One of the cooks Ivory asked while you guys were slaving away.

“Huh? Yeah I’m okay, I think I just told my boyfriend I loved him without actually discussing that word,” you explained. You clicked with Ivory right away, you knew you could trust him in having these conversations. More so when he informed you he had a vampire boyfriend of his own.

“Now, refresh my memory. He’s that fine English Muffin that always dresses up in those loud shirts right?” He asked and you nodded. “Oh honey, I doubt you have anything to worry about you got that man wrapped around your finger.”

“I mean…when did you tell your boyfriend you loved him?” You asked.

“Baby, I was high on some skunk when I admitted it to him. But you know what he did? He said when I sober up the next night I can tell him that again so he can lay it down on me.” He winked at you as you made a laugh, vampires and their sex drive.

“Bottom line, I’ve seen the way that boy looks at you. He’s got all those bitches out there panting like they in heat but he only got eyes for you. He saved you from being a vampire buffet did he not? He could have left you alone, hell he could have left your ass when y’all got free but he didn’t. He moved into your house, he pretty much left his old life behind when he met you did he not?”

Now that he mentioned it like that…it would seem for you not to worry. Harry didn’t have to live in your house, walk around and adapting to your life. He could have easily held you in the mansion and basically be Belle in Beauty and the Beast. But he went with you…that had to mean something right?

“Hey YN?” One of the waitress’ came to the serving window. “Your boyfriend’s here he’s asking for you.”

You look at her then at Ivory when he held up his hand.

“I got you girl, go get your man,” he smiled and you hung your apron up to find Harry. He was actually sitting at one of the booths, Tru Blood in hand while wearing one of his usual floral shirts. This was it, moment of truth. You walk to him and just stood at first.

“You okay?” You ask but he looks at you, you really couldn’t read his face.

“Are you on break?” He asked.

“Well…no,” you began. “Why is something wrong?”

“When was your last break?” He asked you.

“Uh…I had a lunch break around 3…” you guessed.

“If you are working more then 7 hours you are aloud two breaks,” he stated. “Request a break.”

“I don’t know if my boss would like-”

“Would you rather me talk to him?” He asked with a raised brow, knowing full well neither one of you wanted that. So you went to your boss, told him it was an emergency and you needed a small break. He allowed it, and soon you and Harry were standing outside in the summer night.

“Harry I-”

“Did you mean it?”

His question through you off a bit.

“What you said in your message. Did you mean it?” He asked again looking at you. You stood frozen, your eyes wide…was he going to be mad? You never know with him to be honest. But you figure, if he runs off now is as good as any.

“Yes,” you finally replied. “I meant it. I can’t pinpoint how long but…I know it’s been a while.” God you never felt more nervous, he didn’t move, he didn’t even say anything. He just stood there and looked at you without any indication as to what he was feeling. He picks now to be silent? Seriously?!

Slowly, a smirk forms across his face which turned to a wide mouth smile. That took you for a loop meaning he never fully smiled before. Smirked yes, smile definitely not. He quickly rushed to you, pulling him into his arms as he crushes your lips with his.

“Do you have any idea how long I waited for you to tell me those words?” He asked resting his forehead with yours. He wasn’t mad…he so wasn’t mad!

“Really?” Was all you could really say, you were just so stunned.

“Yes really, why do you think I would be angry? Petal why would I be angry at something like this? I longed for you to profess your love to me for so long.”

You were relieved, wrapping your arms around his neck as you held each other close.

“Although,” he started. “I would actually like to hear you say it instead of me reading it.”

You had to laugh, you were just so relieved. Being with him now, seeing him like this…it was everything you could ever want.

“I love you Harold,” you even called him by his real name, making him smile even more as he pulled you into a deep kiss.

 “And I love you,” he told you and you never felt more relieved.

He even stayed all night at your work until you got off. His reason was to make sure you were safe, he certainly made quick friends with the boss man, allowing you to have the day off tomorrow. When you two did finally make it back to the house he was already speeding you into the basement where what was one hour of love making turned into an all nighter. Harry was amazing in bed, borderline sex god like, but with years of practice it seemed fitting. It was just the fact he kept going while your body was on sensory overload.

When he did finally took pity on you to take a breather your hair was all disheveled while he just laid beside you with that same smile on his face. Smug bastard.

“I think my vagina’s broken,” you made the comment only to hear him laugh.

You did end up passing out on him, he just cradled you in his arms as he watched you sleep. Even when the sun came up he kept watching you. You both were safe in the basement, the sun rays could not get him. He just liked watching you sleep. When you did wake up you honestly had no idea what time it was, you were only greeted with a smiling Harry…and something else.

“Harry you got The Bleeds,” you told him. The Bleeds only occur when a vampire is staying awake past sun time, some blood was running down his nose but it didn’t seem to phase him any.

“I wanted to stay awake a little longer with you,” he reasoned.

“No…baby go to sleep please?” You gently beg him as you stroke his cheek. “I’m right here I’m not going out today.”

“You promise to be here when I wake? I miss your body next to mine when I wake,” he softly admitted to you, he was getting more and more gentle with intimate moments like this.

“I promise,” you told him kissing him on the lips. “Sleep.”

“Say it again…before I do,” he gently requested making you smile at him.

“I love you,” you tell him again and he gives a look of contented bliss as he closes his eyes.

“I love you, I love you so much,” he mumbles before he finally is rested for the day. You wipe the blood from his nose and just cuddle facing him. He had the ability to kill without a blink of a eyelash…but he had to be the most gentle creature you have ever encountered in your life. And when he woke to find you still there with him he smiled more, leaning to kiss you on the lips.

The Talk was going to happen soon.

He just needed to fix something first, he still was not over what had happened months ago because it seemed to not want to go away. Your ex, Nick, that lower then shit scum was still trying to slink his way in. He would have let it go, but when you first started and you came in all frazzled because of Nick coming to your work only to try and flirt and persuade you to take him places(since the dumb ass lost his licence to drive).

It infuriated him, while the fear of you leaving was far gone from his mind. The idea of some pathetic lover trying to get your affections only to use you once again was his setting off point. But he kept quiet, he didn’t want to alarm you…but he was going to fix the problem.

The boy was hanging around a parking lot with his other buddies. He was stumbling to the bushes to take a piss when he was jerked and slammed into the ground.

“Hello ‘bro’ remember me?” A smirking Harry hovered over him. He took the boy to his old home, that was where the tools he needed were. Sitting and chained on this medieval chair from his head to his wrists and feet. His mouth was gagged by a piece of cloth while Harry was looking at all his tools to see what he was going to use first. Whistling a tune as he did so.

The Spanish Tickler? No, too messy.

The Pear of Anguish? Poetic but no.

The Tongue Tearer! Oh this one should be fun. Maybe add The Lead Sprinkler if he was really feeling it.

“YN told me what you have done to land her in jail,” he spoke as he admired his tools…God he missed doing this. “How you convinced her it was easy cash, you stupid boy don’t you know high end stores are heavily secured? Then again you do look like some mutated fish. What she saw in you I’ll never understand…but it doesn’t matter.”

He walked closer holding the device he had picked in his hand.

“You know I used to be a part of the Salem Witch Trials? Those stupid Puritans had no clue what I was but I would come in the night shift and just…have so much fun. You’re actually lucky, if I had it my way I’d chop your dick off and shove it down your throat but that would be too simple. You need to learn boy.”

He was wearing a suit this time, he wanted to dress nice for this particular event.

“You know what I find funny about this generation of men? You are so basic, stupid even. With your Tinder and just having any girl with a press of a button on your cellular devices you don’t care about women at all. You just care about getting your dick wet. At least I came from a time where the life span was so short you cherish, every single moment. But you know what I find the most funny? Is your generation is the generation of no boundaries. You see YN is clearly taken, and yet you still try to slime your way back in like some parasite. Do you have any idea who I am?”

He makes sure Nick was looking dead at him, he wanted this boy to finally get it through his thick skull.

“I was born in the age of The Black Plague. I survived every war, every outbreak. I have watched empires rise and fall including this empire. You, are a flea in my timeline. And if you seriously thought you could cross a vampire’s affections then boy…you are sadly mistaken. I will thank you, if it weren’t for you I would have never met my true beloved. But you keep clouding my happiness and I will not stand for it.”

He noticed this boy was trying to talk, yanking the cloth off his to speak. But Nick had other plans, spitting in Harry’s face with that God awful dip he just happened to have in his mouth. Harry was calm, taking a tissue to wipe his face.

“Well, you just made my choice so much simpler,” he commented before grabbing him to keep his jaw wide as he worked the device on his tongue. The yells and cries from this boy was music to Harry’s ears. He did miss the good old days.

You noticed you haven’t heard from Nick for a while, course it didn’t bother you in fact you were relieved. But when you did ask Harry where he was that night when he got home he just smiled and kissed you.

“Last minute vampire business before retirement,” was all he could say.

One night he told you you both needed to talk, this made you nervous. But when you got home Harry was already up with his Tru Blood. You also noticed he cooked…Harry never cooked before. It was even your favorite meal, you were pleasantly surprised but what was the occasion.

“I’ll explain after you eat my love,” he promised kissing your head. You didn’t argue, he even did an amazing job. Vampires normally didn’t like the smell of other food but you figured with his old age he was used to it by now. After you were done and had now your second glass of wine he gently sat you on the couch as he sat right next to you.

“Now, I made your meal and had this whole thing set up for a reason. Do you know how long we’ve been together?”

“For a good…11 months?” You replied.

“Yes, it’ll be a year before we know it. And in all these months, since I first saw you…you have captured me. It has been years since I felt this way, you are everything I could ever want in a companion…I never want that feeling to go away. But the sad truth is you are limited in this world. You will grow old, and you will eventually die. You are so exposed to death…”

Oh God, he was breaking up with you. He must have sensed your panic because he quickly grabbed your hand.

“No Petal, don’t be frightened…I’m not finished,” he told you. “Because of this knowledge…it kills me. I already lost so many and I’ll be damn if I lose another. Before you answer you must know…that the bond of a vampire and his maker is stronger then anything you could ever imagine. It’s deeper then any relationship. I would become your husband, your father, everything you know now will be ten times more. I will teach you, you will never had to feel alone. You can walk with me in the night…the ultimate gift.”

You felt your heart beat out of your chest. He was asking to turn you, he wanted to spend forever with you…damn he was not kidding 11 months ago.

“You would be giving up on a lot…the sun, the job, the Taco Bell you love so much. But I promise you, you will never be without. You will learn everything you need to know. And when the time does come, we’ll just meet The True Death together.”

He said that part as if he was commenting on the weather. But you still nodded your head, indicating you wanted this. You wanted this with him.

“I need you to say it Petal,” he gently commanded to you.

“I…I want this, I do. I’m ready,” you spoke in confidence which made him smile. Taking your hand to help you up he kisses each knuckle, nuzzling at them.

“I have a friend who will help, basically the process is I drain your blood until you are near death. Then I will feed you my blood to help with the turn. We will need to be buried underground for this to work properly. That’s when he will come in. Then we stay until the next night…and by then you, my love, will be reborn.”

You just nodded, taking his hand as you both walked out into the night and to the backyard where it seemed Harry had this planned out all along. There was a hole in the ground, a good six feet. A man with styled blonde hair was standing there shovel in hand. He kinda looked familiar…wait.

“Weren’t you in the camp too?” You asked and the man just smiled.

“Gen Pop 2,” he spoke in an Irish accent before looking at Harry. “Everything’s ready Sir.”

“Thank you Niall,” he replied, lifting you in his arms before jumping inside the hole. Gently he laid you down, you could feel the dirt molding to your back as he hovered over you.

“Are you alright Petal?” He asked in a soft voice, you nodded taking a deep breath. “No need to be nervous, the pain will be the worst part. I’m so sorry in advance, hurting you is the last thing I want to do.”

“It’s okay…I’m ready,” you told him again with a nod. His hand touched your cheek, moving your head slightly to the side so your neck was exposed.

“Your blood will be one of things I will miss,” he admitted. “But having you forever weighs a petty hungry emotions out.” You could hear the click of his fangs popping out.

Without warning he lunged at your neck. His fangs sink into your skin and you gasped out in pain. He held you there, taking all of your blood as you slowly felt your body getting weak. You could barely keep your eyes open but you could hear him biting on something else when he finally let go of your neck then placed it to your lips.

“Drink my love, drink,” he commanded you and you did…weakly, but you did. You had his blood before, so he could sense and keep track of you while having some sort of bond. You took it, taking as much as you could but your body was giving out. Everything was going dark.

“There, that’s enough…that’ll do,” he gently spoke taking his wrist away. And that was the last thing you remember when your world went black.

Niall began the burying as Harry drew you close to his arms and played in your hair. Having you dead beside him hurt, he could not deny it. But this was temporary, soon his blood will take over your body and you will come back alive again. The dirt kept hitting the two of you as he continued to kiss on the neck he destroyed. It will heal, it would be as if it were never there.

“Congratulations Sir,” Niall spoke while continuing to burying them.While his status as sheriff was gone he was still highly respected. You will be too, he would make sure of that. His love, his progeny, his bride. A smile clear across his face pulling you closer.

To think he was ready to leave this earth, now he has a reason to keep on.

Run away Bride.

Authors Note: Part Two to I fell in love with my best friend blurb. Hope you guys like it! Xx

Your wedding day is meant to be the best day of your life, the day you tell your future kids about and show off your gorgeous photos around the house for everyone to see. But, when you’re conflicted between whether you are marrying the right guy or not, your photos are the last thing on your mind. 

You shake your head at Harry before looking up, trying to find the courage to voice your thoughts. You can feel your heart beating faster and faster in your chest, your body showing you no mercy as you try to take steady breaths. 

Perhaps you don’t deserve mercy for your current thoughts. 

“Space.” Your voice is muffled and choked as you speak, not even uttering a full coherent sentence as you try to tug at your dress, feeling constricted— as if the dress is the reason for your shortness of breath and the sickening feeling in your stomach. 

You are ignored as you feel the train of your dress being spread out against the tiled floor, “I need space, fucking space.” You cough, your breathing getting heavier, your fingertips tangling themselves with the necklace around your neck. 

You stumble your way to the side, your hand pressed against the wall as you try to keep yourself composed. 

“I’ve got her, don’t crowd her, I can handle it.” You hear Harry’s voice before he is by your side, politely shooing away your bridal party. “You’re alright, it is okay, just take a few deep breaths, it’s just ye’ nerves.” He whispers, smoothly stroking your arm as he tenderly places his other around you, “I’ve got you, relax. Maybe you should sit down.” He continues and you shake your head. 

Sitting down will not solve your problems.

“I can’t do this,” You stutter, struggling to steady yourself, “I can’t, I can’t.” You croak, holding him tightly, your fingertips digging into his arm. “I can’t.” You continue, “I feel so sick, this isn’t right. I should feel happy and butterflies.“ 

“Alright, calm down. You don’t have to do this. Whatever you do, please do not throw up on my new shoes I got just for this day.” He smirks, not being to help himself in trying to lighten the mood, 

“Fuck you.” You cough, his quiet snicker of his making you crack a small smile. 

“Not in a church, bad language.” He scolds gently moving and unclipping your necklace for you, “No way to talk to the person with the get-away car. Now breathe.” He instructs firmly, his hand now pressed to your back as he delicately strokes it, “I have a driver waiting.” He whispers, putting you a little at ease. 

“What about everyone? What about  my groom?” You begin to worry and he immediately silences you. 

“I will handle it, go to the car. I will meet you there.” .. “Hey, take her to the car, plan B is in action.” He instructed to your maid of honour who complies with his instructions. “Trust me, I got it.” He releases you from him, handing you over to your Maid Of Honour. 

She gives you her familiarly warm smile as she takes the necklace from your shaky hands. 

When you woke up this morning, you thought the intense feelings and pondering thoughts would diminish once you got to the church and had the beautiful gown hanging over your figure. Little did you know then that it would only get worse, ultimately leaving you in your current position… skipping out on your own wedding. 

“Are you okay?” Your maid Of Honour breaks the silence as you finally step outside and breathe in the fresh air, a little pressure lifting from your shoulders. 

You shake your head, “I just walked out of my own wedding and realised the man I love isn’t the one waiting for me at the alter.” You mumble in a whisper your heels sounding against the concrete as you reach the blacked out car. 

“Well, it took you fucking love enough.” She sighs, 

You get in the car and she slides in beside you, “What?” You look over at her, taking your veil from your hair, 

“For a minute I thought I was wrong and that you didn’t actually love Harry, but I was right.. It took you long enough to figure it out." 

"I never said I loved him.” You shake your head, 

“You don’t have to.” She responds just as Harry gets to the car, his hand pressed to the top of the door as he leans in. 

“Turns out you weren’t the only one with jitters. Your Dad is handling the guests, your groom’s mother is taking care of the after party stuff, and you are stuck with me.” He informs you of how things are being handled. 

“He felt the same?” You softly question and Harry nods, 

“I will spare you the details for the moment. I think you need this.” He pulls out his flask, your Maid Of Honour taking it from his hands and taking a quick drink before she hands it to you. 

You had decided to stay withdrawn as Harry instructed his driver just to drive with no specific destination, just to drive and that is exactly what the driver did. 

There is no telling how long you and Harry have been in the car being chauffeured around, you suspect it has been quite a while. You lost track of time the moment you stepped out of the church, dragging your wedding dress behind you without a care in the world. 

All the months planning such a flawless wedding went straight down the drain, a three-year relationship turned to dust on the day that it was meant to become forever. How thing got to this point you have no idea, you think you love someone, but in the moment it comes to committing to the for the rest of your life you realise the man waiting at the alter just isn’t for you. 

How does that even work? 

“I need to get out of this dress.” You ultimately speak, distracting Harry from his phone that he has spent the past so many hours keeping himself occupied on. 

“Oh, so she speaks.” He laughs, his eyes turning to you, “I quite like the whole runaway bride thing, it’s a turn on.” He shrugs shamelessly and you swat his arm, “Good to know ye’ still weak in the arms.” He jokes, rubbing the side of his arm. 

“Shut up.” you sigh, trying to hide your own smile, “Anyway, the runaway bride look is not a turn on.” You shake your head, “I can barely move in this." 

"I think it is quite attractive. Well if you hadn’t of ran from your wedding you wouldn’t need to move." 

"Harry,” You groan, knowing he is just being playful, but you still feeling a little bit of a sting from what you ended.

“Sorry, you love me, though." 

"I have never said that.” You shake your head, knowing very well and good he did not hear you earlier. 

“So, why did you not go through with your wedding?”

“Harry, I don’t want to discuss it." 

"Yeah because you love me.” He continues, seeming determined and adamant that you do in fact love him. 

You may love him, but announcing and admitting to it while you are sitting in a dress that was intended for another man to see, is not the time to confess to Harry that you love him. 

“I love you too, you know?” His soft voice distracts you from the silence. For a moment you forget how to breathe. Surely he is not admitting to loving you back. He is just trying to make you feel better for leaving your own fucking wedding. 

“No, you don’t.” You refuse to believe his words.

“I do." 

"Then why’d you let me get engaged? Why did you come to the wedding, just why?” You challenge. 

How could he have been so calm throughout the whole prosess, the dating stage, the engagement stage, even being a groomsman? How?

“You said you loved him, I wasn’t going to stand in the way of it.” He softly proclaims looking away from your gaze. 

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Nothing.” He mutters, getting out of the car as it comes to a halt. 

“Harry.” You try to grab him but he pulls his arm away, 

“I’ll get you a change of clothes, wait here." 

"Harry—” You try to speak but he closes the door, unquestionably not wanting to hear whatever it is you have to say.

The Fall

by: mldrgrl
Rating: pg13
Summary:  Hank’s story immediately following Runaway Bride**

**I haven’t felt compelled to do this for awhile, but this story is not going to make any sense if you haven’t read the last two installments.  Really, it shouldn’t make any sense if you haven’t been keeping up with this series, but at the very least, read the previous two to understand what’s going on.

The Leopard Cannot Change Her Spots
Runaway Bride

Hank portrayed himself as a pessimist most times, but in reality, he was an eternal optimist.  He could hope for something to happen for years, if he had to.  His on again off again decades long relationship with Karen was proof of that.  So, true to form, he hoped.  On the way to the airport, he hoped Stella was right behind him.  At the security checkpoint, he hoped she’d come running, maybe cause some sort of scene about cutting in line to join him and pull her badge out to frighten/impress someone.  Waiting in the terminal to board, he hoped she’d stroll up dragging her suitcase behind her.  Buckling his seatbelt, he hoped she’d be the last to board right up until the point the flight attendants closed and locked the door.  

Hope didn’t end there.  Going through customs at JFK, he checked the arrivals board and saw at least a dozen flights from London landing later in the day.  And there was always Laguardia to consider, and Newark.  He hoped she’d show up at the loft an hour or two behind him, catching the first available flight she could get since she missed theirs.  Because hope allowed him to tell himself she’d simply missed the flight.

Even calling her to leave a message on her voicemail that he’d made it in okay and he loved her gave him hope.  After all, her phone could be off because she was currently in flight, not because she was avoiding his call.  

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The Dark Prophecy:

So I got another list of stuff for you since I just finished Rick’s new book. And I am SHOOK. Jesus freaking Christ. And SOO many CAMEOS ITS AMAZING. 10/10 would recommend guys. Now for your viewing pleasure- here’s The Dark Prophecy:

- Apollo talking shit about Hera’s liquorice and throwing shade
- “Hey, you two! No ancient dialects. Spanish or English please. Or Machine.”
- Leo calling Calypso babe omg Caleo <3
- LEONIDAS !!!!!!!!
- Hephaestus insulted Ares’ bellbottoms and caused a nuclear meltdown. That’s it. Those are the Olympians.\
- Like any decent god, demigod or engineer, Leo Valdez refused to be stopped by the laws of physics
- freaky ass blemmyae
- Hijo
- Leo being short is canon YESSS
- Lester most worthless of teens oh my god
- AWESOME sentient building!!
- “I’ll be hexed” is my new fav expressionnnnn
- All these people whose names ended with o suddenly made me feel like my brand was being diluted. DEAD
- The Magic 8 Ball struck me as a very shady form of divination—more like a Hermes game of chance than an Oracle worthy of me.
- “We’ve been aging together ever since. Very happily.”
- What did he do with Georgina?” IS GEORGINA MEG?!
- “Hey, abuelita,” Leo said. “All da cows love Leo.” He grinned at me. “And these cows are red, man. Like… bright red.”
- When I am a god again, I will make a constellation out of you. I will call it the Small Exploding Latino.”
- We get Festus back, then we look up this place on Google Maps and fly down there.”
- “Griffins? Uh… Hazel and Frank told me about griffins. They fought some in Alaska. Said they were like rabid hyenas with wings.” I MISS FRAZEL
- Leo muttered a curse in Spanish. “I keep thinking about my little bro Harley back at camp. If somebody tried to hurt him…”BIG BRO LEO
- The young woman sat on the molding ledge, playfully swinging her legs. Her braided auburn hair made a ponytail so long it wrapped around her neck like a scarf
- Leo caught her wrist. “Hold up.” From his tool belt he pulled a folding yardstick. He extended it and poked the chair’s seat cushion. A bear trap snapped shut, ripping through stuffing and fabric like an upholstery sharknado. LEO BEING BADASS WITH TRAPS
- Leo. “I’m new to this heroic-quest business. Shouldn’t there be a reward at the end? Not just more deadly quests?” “Nope,” Leo said. “This is pretty standard.”
- “How can you be so calm?” I demanded. “I am going on a dangerous quest tomorrow with your girlfriend!”
- “These tofu enchiladas are sabrosas. Gotta get the recipe from Josephine. My homegirl Piper would love them.” LEO AND PIPER IM CRYING OMG
- Why me? Sob. Sob. Sob.
- yes, Trophonius clearly got his knockout good looks from me. MODEST.
- Not just because I still found Commodus attractive after so many centuries, not just because we had a, er, complicated history, but also because he reminded me what I used to be like. MODEST.
- Marcus the blinged-out jackal boy, and Vortigern the barbarian. Ookay.
- His hand rested easily on the pommel of a sword. His face was a patchwork of scars. His clothes were casual—just jeans, a red-and-white T-shirt that read CORNHUSKERS, and a red bandana tied across his curly dark hair— OH MY GOD. LOST HERO CAMEO
- The emperor clapped with delight. “Oh, nice! That was very entertaining, Lityerses!” “Thank you, sire.” The Cornhusker. SHIT MAN.
- Leo and tater tots
- The sorceress muttered another Minoan curse, naming a part of Zeus’s body that I did not want to think about.
- “You’re a handsome idiot.”
- I gasped and collapsed. Through my half-lidded eyes, I watched Calypso turn on our enemies. “Now it is your turn, fools!” She began making the same rude gestures toward the Germani. The first one stopped. His face paled. He glanced at me lying on the ground, then turned and fled, barreling past his friend. The Germanus with the wounded foot hesitated. Judging from the hatred in his eyes, he wanted revenge for the missile weapon that had ruined his left boot. Calypso, undaunted, waved her arms and began to incant. Her tone made it sound as if she were raising the worst daimons from Tartarus, though her words, in ancient Phoenician, were actually a recipe for making pancakes. The wounded Germanus yelped and hobbled away, leaving a trail of smeared red prints behind him. CALYPSO YOU BADASS!
- Three passengers. I very much want to see Leo Valdez again. We have unfinished business.” “You know Leo?” Despite the danger we were in, I felt a small sense of relief. Finally, some villain wanted to kill Leo more than he wanted to kill me.
- Lityerses narrowed his eyes. “You’re not the same girl who was with him before. Her name was Piper. You wouldn’t happen to be Leo’s girlfriend?”
- Calypso nodded as if she’d come to a decision. “It’s going to take both of us. We’ll sing a duet. You have a decent voice.” “I have a…” My mouth was paralyzed from shock. Telling me, the god of music, that I had a decent voice was like telling Shaquille O’Neal he played decent offense, or telling Annie Oakley she was a decent shot.
- I blinked. “Zeus… singing?” I found the concept mildly horrifying. My father thundered. He punished. He scolded. He glowered like a champion. But he did not sing. Calypso’s eyes got a little dreamy. “In the palace at Mount Othrys, when he was Kronos’s cupbearer, Zeus used to entertain the court with songs.”
- It was a song older than empires—about two lovers separated and longing to be together.
- She would have toppled off the ledge if Leo hadn’t caught her. “Whoa, mamacita,” he said. “You okay?” She blinked sleepily. “I’m fine. Don’t fuss. And don’t call me—” She crumpled against Leo, who struggled to keep her upright. He glared at me. “What did you do to her?”
- Leo wagged a finger at Britomartis. “You’re lucky these ladies are such bosses.
- He decided to liberate a teal plastic pedal boat, and insisted we call him the Dread Pirate Valdez. (Meg loved this. I refused.)
- “We’ll get Peaches back,” I promised her. “Yeah, chica,” Leo agreed.
- “Hey.” Meg poked me in the back of the neck. “Remember what Percy told us? Never say stuff like We made it or That was easy. You’ll jinx us!” “My entire existence is a jinx.”
- He glanced over—no snappy comeback, no playful grin. “Just… Leo and Calypso’s Garage: Auto Repair and Mechanical Monsters.” “What?” “Something Cal and I used to joke about.”
- “Oh, come now,” I protested. “You like my singing.”
- a girl in gray camouflage paced like a jaguar. Her shoulder-length hair was stark white, though she looked no more than fifteen.
- a young girl in a lavender wool sweater and green jeans. Her tufts of brown hair looked like she’d cut them herself with gardening shears.
- I hoped Athena was watching, because WISDOM, BABY!
- Livia
- “What is this? Not nectar…” “No,” Thalia agreed. “It’s moonwater.”
- “I think you decided to help me because you like me.” The corner of Thalia’s mouth twitched. “What makes you say that?” “Oh, come now. The first time we met, you said I was hot. Don’t think I didn’t hear that comment.” I was gratified to see her face turn red.
- Emmie says we could live like normal young people in this city. Even go to the local high school.”
- At some point, I gotta reconnect with my other peeps: Jason, Piper, Hazel, Frank. Lotta people out there still want to punch me.”
- I wasn’t sure I’d heard her correctly. “Piano lessons? Now?” “Not now, dummy. But sometime. Can you teach me?”
- She’d been trying to convince Zeus to forgive me. That was so sweet!
- Shit Apollo’s tripping
- Oh my god this is horrifying
- Oh my GOD
- “Let the girl go,” I whimpered through the pain. “Kill me and let her go.” I surprised myself. These were not the last words I had planned.
- Oh my god peach babies
- Jimmy is GREAT
- Jimmy’s electricity was different—a more humid scent of ozone, a darker red hue to the flashes.
- Damnnnn Apollo!
- “No,” Leo corrected. “He Lityerses-ly flew out the window. Am I right? Those were some sweet moves, man.” Lit nodded. “Thanks.” The two bumped fists as if they hadn’t spent the last few days talking about how much they wanted to kill each other. They would have made fine Olympian gods.
- Cloven?! Cloven? GROVER!
- Buy one prophecy, get three free? That was a lot of lines.” “It was a sonnet,” I said, still in disbelief. “May the gods help us; it was a Shakespearean sonnet.”
- “I—I might be, Georgina. I don’t know.” “’ Kay.” She held up the thing she was holding—a figure made of pipe cleaners—and pressed it into my hands. “Made this for you. You can take it with you when you go away.”
- “Yeah. The changeling lord… that’s gotta be my homeboy Frank Zhang. And the Devil’s Mount, that’s Mount Diablo, right near the camp. I hate Mount Diablo. I fought Enchiladas there once.”
- “The Teumessian Fox? That’s the monster you’ve been hunting?”
- His strange bronze hockey-stick weapon was nowhere to be seen. So the mysterious Olujime was a pit fighter, an accountant, a magical warrior, and an ostrich whisperer. Somehow I was not surprised.
- uh… a Greek-Roman type, is he? I mean, he’s not a legacy of you guys, the Olympians.” “No,” I agreed. “He is from a different tradition and parentage entirely.” Thalia’s short spiky hair rippled in the wind, as if reacting to her uneasiness. “You mean from other gods.”
- We Olympians have always been used to living in close proximity to, ah… the competition.” “So you’re the sun god,” Thalia said. “But some other deity from some other culture is also the sun god?”
- “If you wish,” I said, “when I attain my godhood again, I will personally visit the Underworld. I will petition Hades to let your soul pass on to Elysium.” Agamethus offered me his 8 Ball.
- The dirt rolled away, revealing the form of a young man sleeping on his side. He looked about seventeen, perhaps younger. He wore a black collarless jacket over a green shirt, and jeans much too baggy for his legs. Over his curly hair flopped a red knit cap. A scruffy goatee clung to his chin.

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The Northerner’s Daughter(s)

As a figure who is absent in real time, Lyanna is ever present through the story despite the sparse mentions of her, much like Ned although he dies in AGOT/season 1 but still is a figure, who is remembered and impacts people’s actions. Initially, she’s associated with Ned and Arya, possibly because of him seeing his sister in his daughter but we find there are indirect associations with Jon as well, as she is revealed to be his biological mother. However, less talked about is Sansa in relation to her on a book and show meta level.

Recently, @abi117 and I were discussing a tonne of things about ASOIAF, and somehow we stumbled on the topic of why the show has implied more association between Lyanna and Sansa(the crypt scene in S5 and the similar hairstyles in the flashback in S6 and in S7), when the books clearly stated that Arya was like Lyanna looks-wise and also in that she was a wild child/had the wolf’s blood, who wanted to fight like Visenya and was good at riding horses. Through a series of discussions we realized that while Lyanna resembled Arya in certain ways, so did she share similarities with Sansa in other, less obvious ways - in terms of characteristics and even journey-wise (especially in the books) to the point where it is scary why we didn’t think of it before. As the story does establish Arya and Sansa as two very different sisters who are meant to be complementary to each other (keeping Ned’s line from AGOT/season 1 in mind), they both are parts of Lyanna split up. 

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Favourite Movies -English


  • Rebel Without a Cause 
  • Carmen Jones
  • East of Eden 


  • To Sir, with Love
  • A Patch of Blue
  • Splendor in the Grass
  • The Sound of Music
  • My Fair Lady
  • Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
  • West Side Story 


  • Grease
  • Saturday Night Fever 


  • Dirty Dancing
  • Stand By Me 
  • The Lost Boys 
  • Ordinary People
  • Mystic Pizza
  • The Breakfast Club
  • Sixteen Candles
  • The Pick-up Artist
  • Pretty in Pink
  • Working Girl
  • Fresh Horses
  • Can’t Buy Me Love
  • Secret Admirer
  • Private School
  • Tuff Turf
  • Flashdance
  • The Outsiders
  • white palace 
  • Private Resort
  • Top Gun
  • Risky Business
  • Rain Man
  • Back to the Future
  • 18 Again
  • Girls just want to have fun
  • Sex, Lies, and Videotape


  • Poetic Justice
  • Forrest Gump
  • Pretty Woman
  • Stepmom
  • Pulp Fiction
  • Girl, Interrupted
  • Dying Young
  • The Pelican Brief
  • Notting Hill
  • As Good As It Gets
  • Runaway Bride
  • My Best Friend’s Wedding
  • Sleeping with the Enemy
  • 10 Things I Hate About You
  • Flatliners
  • Edward Scissorhands
  • Cry-Baby
  • Conspiracy Theory
  • Titanic
  • While You Were Sleeping
  • Cruel Intentions
  • Speed
  • The Basketball Diaries
  • Romeo + Juliet
  • Erin Brockovich
  • Hope Floats
  • Meet Joe Black
  • Love Potion No. 9
  • You’ve Got Mail
  • The Net
  • Message in a Bottle
  • Hope Floats
  • The Parent Trap
  • Housesitter
  • Mr. Jones
  • The Best Man


  • Finding Neverland
  • Coach Carter
  • Drag Me to Hell
  • Glory Road
  • She’s the Man
  • Step Up
  • Meet the Browns
  • Daddy’s Little Girls
  • Crazy/Beautiful
  • A Walk to Remember
  • PS, I Love You
  • The Notebook
  • Cheaper by the Dozen ½
  • Norbit
  • Mrs. Doubtfire
  • White Chicks
  • Little Man
  • Dance Flick
  • The Hot Chick
  • The Time Traveler’s Wife
  • Just like Heaven
  • 13 Going on 30
  • The Grudge
  • Fear
  • Just Married
  • How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
  • The Wedding Planner
  • Diary of a Mad Black Woman
  • The Ghosts of Girlfriends Past
  • Maid in Manhattan
  • Monster-in-Law
  • Shall We Dance?
  • Feel the Noise
  • Dance with Me
  • Unfaithful
  • You Got Served
  • Honey
  • Save the Last Dance
  • Stomp the Yard
  • I Can Do Bad All by Myself
  • Obsessed
  • Burlesque
  • My Sister’s Keeper
  • Dreamgirls
  • Barbershop
  • The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
  • What Women Want
  • Yours, Mine and Ours
  • What a Girl Wants
  • Sydney White
  • Living Proof
  • The Blind Side
  • Something New
  • Love & Basketball
  • The Pursuit of Happyness
  • Bad Boys


  • Jumping the Broom
  • Steel Magnolias
  • The Perks of Being a Wallflower
  • Charlie St. Cloud
  • Endless Love
  • Carrie
  • Beastly
  • Baggage Claim
  • Letters to Juliet
  • Our Family Wedding
  • Good Deeds
  • the other women
  • Temptation: Confessions of a Marriage Counselor
  • Think Like A Man
  • Not Easily Broken
  • Just Wright
  • Note to Self 
  • the last letter
  • The Best Man Holiday
  • The Spectacular Now
  • The Butler
  • Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom
  • Stuck in Love
  • Unconditional
Runaway Love

Summary: You and Finn are best friends, and it’s the weekend of your wedding. Finn has secretly been in love with you but never told you. He decides to leave WWE and go home to Ireland. You find out about his feelings and then race to the airport to stop him before he can get on the plane because you need to tell him that you love him too. This one is pretty fluffy.

TAGGING: @wildandfreepinkv0dka @monsteramongmen-tamer

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how to do the most you can with what you have when what you have is nothing by fauchevalent

“Rough day?”

She gives a wet laugh.

“You could say that, yeah.”

or - a runaway bride au.

He’s driving past the water tower when he sees her, all lace and taffeta hiked up around her knees and a veil tossed beside her in the grass.
Percy has the fleeting thought that she might actually want to be left alone, but then her thumb flicks into the air and he pulls over. He doesn’t usually pick up hitchhikers - especially not ones with such clear emotional baggage - but hey, there’s a first time for everything, right? Or at least, that’s what he tells himself as she climbs into his passenger seat, veil still discarded on the ground, and offers him a gentle smile.


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Runaway Bride

by: mldrgrl
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The wedding nears…Stella grows more distant

Stella is walking across the small, square patch of closely clipped, bright green grass at the back side of the pool.  She doesn’t know why she’s chosen to be barefoot - it’s very unlike her - but the grass is tickling the bottom of her feet.  The lawn is shaded by a large beech tree, tall enough to block the setting sun.  Above her, the sky is bright and blue and cloudless.

Karen is there, dressed in black.  Black pants, black turtleneck, black boots.  She is taller and thinner and blonder than Stella remembers her to be.  Becca is also there in a white dress, smiling, baby’s breath in her hair and a bouquet of white calla lilies in her hands.  And of course, there is Fish, next to Karen, a red apron over his Hawaiian shirt.  He is waving barbeque tongs in his left hand and grinning.

There is Hank, dark jeans, black shirt, leather jacket.  His hair looks freshly cut, but his five o’clock shadow is prominent.  He’s standing next to an austere-looking priest.  It’s the priest that makes her pause and she is pulling her brows together in confusion when Hank reaches for her hand.  She is hesitant, but she is fitting her hand into his as he pulls her close.  She is putting her nose to his jacket and breathing in the smell of rich leather.  It’s one of her favorite smells.

“Are we ready?” the priest is asking.

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mirror mirror; pt 2

it’s been awhile, hasn’t it? too much happened, but I finally have a bit more time now and hope to be posting more regularly again!

pt 1 !!

characters: taehyung x you
word count: 5406
rating: m ; royalty! au w/ Crown Prince Taehyung + sexy times

Taehyung should’ve been preparing for dinner at the castle right now.

Yet, his Highness stood behind a steaming pot, reading the instructions to instant ramen, something never dare served to royalty but a luxury to the commoner.

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H.S. Album Series: Kiwi

Word Count: 1880

A/M: Honestly I’m not sure where this story came from, being what the song is. It’s my favourite song too. But I think this was okay. As always I hope you like it, tell me if you do! Xx

*Disclaimer- obviously this is only (one of) my interpretations of what I think about when I hear the songs. Of course you may have your own, these are just one of mine.*

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He played with the condensation that ran down the cold beer bottle that he held in his hands. He watched as he made little wet circles against the wood of the bar top throughout the night. 

The bar had reached last call and the bartender was already cleaning up, while other patrons were heading out all on their own. 

He wasn’t new to this place, having run into some hard times he found himself visiting a little more than he’d like to willingly admit. The bartender who had finished cleaning threw on their jacket and gave him a sympathetic look, “Good night mate. Time to head out.” They said. 

He gave them a look and an acknowledging nod before stepping off the bar stool and heading toward the exit, while the bartender left through the back. 

He stepped out and took in a deep breath of the cool early morning air. But as he took another step he found himself crashing into somebody on the street. 

As you both came to, he recognized you immediately as one of the wait staff and bartenders in the bar. He also knew you based on the stories and overheard conversations from other people at the bar. 

You were what he and everyone else at the bar thought was the “hot one”. It wasn’t uncommon for patrons to try and flirt and ask you out. You didn’t mind too much since it seemed to invite bigger tips, acting almost like a bribe but it never worked. He thought you were attractive as well, but he wasn’t one of the ones to make a move. He found you a little intimidating and after what he had been through he wasn’t at his most confident to make a move. He did however talk to you quite often. He was there so often you, along with the other employees would converse in conversation. However you were the only one who asked him why he came there so often, and for whatever reason he told you. 

Must have been the alcohol.

“Oh. Hey stranger.”

“Oh, hey [Y/N]. Would have thought you’d gone home by now." 

You shrugged, "What about you love? You’re still here. Don’t feel like heading home?" 

He sighed, not knowing how to answer the question. "I don’t know. I guess truth be told, if this place didn’t close I probably wouldn’t leave." 

You gave him a sympathetic look. As a regular you knew his story. Having a runaway bride the day of the wedding was a rough experience to go through and he proved it. You and the rest of your coworkers felt bad for him but what else could you do?

You looked him up and down, "Alright hun. You need a serious cheering up, you’ve been depressed about your runaway bride for far too long." 

He gave you a questioning look, "What? What do you mean?" 

"Well, it’s bridging on to 2AM now, pretty much everything is closed. But tomorrow, or rather today, I’m not working. Meet me here at 6pm and I can help you get out of your little slump you’ve found yourself in.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, not completely understanding your actions. 

“Open up your phone and I’ll type my number." 

He gave a hesitant look but gave it to you without another word. He watched as you typed and handed the device back to him, and when you did he began to feel something along the lines of remorse, "You don’t have to-" 

"It’s the least I can do. You’re in our bar almost every other night. You sit there looking so sad and lonely and staring down the bottom of your drink. You talk to me or whoever else is working. I like you, and even though you drive good business for the bar, I can tell you need to stop coming here. It’s not healthy.”

“What? And you know what’s healthy for me?" 

"Based on your weekly, almost daily visits, I think I know what’s more healthy than you do." 

He raised an eyebrow from what he thought sounded like genuine concern for him he looked at you again. To him before you just seemed like a… well someone who just worked at the bar. He always felt intimidated by you, and wondered how you could be so kind to him. 

Did I really vent to [Y/N] that much to prompt this?

He looked at you and shrugged, "Alright. Where are we going for this therapy?" 

You chuckled, "Oh don’t you worry about that sweet pea, it’ll be a surprise.” You said with a wink. 

“[Y/N]…” he whined. 

“Not another word. See you tomorrow.” You said turning to walk away. 

He just sighed and did the same. 

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Requested Anonymously

WARNING: Disturbing stuff here, actually a little bit graphic, not because I’m trying to be grotesque but because I wanted the hardship to have reality. If you’re terribly squeamish, I suggest skipping over the italicized bits that are in the first section.

This is just as dark as Part One. Maybe more so. Part Three, which will be the final part (most likely), will also be PURE FLUFFY GOODNESS (as the original anon’s ask requested), so don’t let this one get you too down. It ain’t over. 

Your hand healed. Nothing had really changed, you thought, except that now you were angry. This body had a tendency to be that way. Your first body might not have taken so much offence at that rude Gallifreyan’s condescension, but this body… it had been born from fiery pain. It was the result of years and years of independence and loneliness and living on the highs of everything near-immortality could offer. This body would not be talked down to. You had lived alone for almost all of your life, and you had seen terrible things, and done things that no one else in the universe had ever done, and you were still young.

Some part of you, maybe the childish part, wanted to say, “We’ll show him!” and do just that. It wanted to prove that you were more than a child, that you could be clever and useful and adult. But the rest of you, the much stronger part, knew that you didn’t have to prove a single thing, and certainly not to him. You had lived with strength all this time, without help and without him.

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