lime green dresses

Perfect Night (Jared Kleinman X Reader)

AN; Chubby reader! It’s not the main focus but it’s just a side thing, I guess? I’m sorry this sucks and there aren’t very many descriptive Jared moments. I’ve yet to experience prom, dolls.

WC; 2131

You walked through the hallways with your books in your arms, a smile on your face as you chatted with your friend Zoe. You both walked into your largest class and sat down next to each other, still chatting away until a certain someone caught your attention.

“So yeah, Connor had-” Zoe stopped talking, noticing the blush that covered your face and the way your eyes were shining. She looked in the direction you were staring at and saw Jared Kleinman, sitting next to Connor and Connor’s boyfriend, Evan. She raised her eyebrows in a disgusted manor.

“Really, (Y/N/N)? Kleinman?” Zoe snorted, making eye contact with Alana as she walked in.

“Yeah,” You mumbled, a small smile on your face.

Connor also noticed you staring at Jared, so he hit Jared and pointed at you. Jared turned to you and flashed a smirk, winking at you.

“Oh my, oh my god,” You whispered, turning to Zoe. “Did he just- he just,”

“Hi, Zoe, (Y/n)!” Alana said as she sat down, kissing Zoe’s cheek. Alana noticed you freaking out and looked up at Connor and Evan to see them laughing. Jared was facing you and smirking.

“Were you two flirting again?” Alana grinned, poking fun at you.

“They were practically having eye sex.” Zoe chuckled, making you turn redder and hide your face.

“I seriously hate you two.” You mumbled into your hands.

“Okay, class, quiet down! Lessons are starting now!”

“Zoe, where are we going?” You whined, letting her pull you by the hand.

“Just wait! Be patient!” Zoe said, stopping suddenly. You almost ran into her.

“Ok, ok, sit here!” Zoe shouted excitedly, pushing you onto a bench. You frowned as she ran off, setting your back pack next to you. You uncomfortably tugged on your shirt to make it looser, a habit you had every time you sat down. You sat on the bench for about five minutes, watching the sun slowly start to set. You fidgeted with your hands, slowly getting annoyed.

“Hey,” You heard a voice call out softly, the person sitting next to you.

“Oh, uh, hi Jared.” You squeaked, noticing the flowers in his hands.

“Oh, er, these are for you.” Jared saw you looking at them and handed you the flowers with sweaty hands, a small grin on his face.

You turned red and cradled the flowers close to your chest, smelling them to hide your blush.

“Are you going to prom?” Jared blurted, his eyes focused on you.

“Oh- I- I wasn’t going to. I thought it’d be lame to go alone.” You mumbled, lifting your head up and looking at the sunset.

“Oh.” Jared fidgeted, looking at the sunset with you. “Who did you want to go with?”

You looked at Jared with slight shock. Jared turned his head to you, a stupid smirk on his stupid cute face.

“T-That’s none of your business, Jared!” You teased, a smirk on your face as well.

“Oh yeah?” Jared teased back. “What if I made it my business?”

“And how would you go about doing that?” You asked, a bit of confusion in your voice.

Jared stood up, a smirk still on his face. You held the flowers tightly, hoping this was what you thought it was. Connor and Evan stepped out from behind the tree nearby, snapping a steady beat.

“What the heck I gotta do,” Jared sang, drawing it out. “To be with you.”

AN; Just imagine the rest of the song, I don’t wanna add it lmao ;3

Jared repeated it, having Connor and Evan sing background vocals. Zoe and Alana eventually stepped out and joined the snapping and background vocals.

“So I decided I needed to step my game up.” Jared sang.

“What the heck I gotta do. Who do I have to be, for you to go to prom with me?” Jared finished, his eyes hopeful. Your friends went quiet and waited for your answer. You set the flowers on the bench and launched yourself at Jared, bringing him to the ground in a hug.

“Is that a yes?” Jared said, sitting up and hugging you back.

“Yes, my god, yes!” You laughed, tears gathering at your eyes. Your friends cheered and whooped happily.

“Now, why am I here?” Connor complained from the backseat of the car.

“Connor, we can’t let our dates see our outfits until the night of prom! So us three are going together!” Zoe explained again, glancing in the rear view mirror. You smiled out the window as the car pulled into the mall. Evan, Jared, and Alana had decided to go shopping together while you, Zoe, and Connor went.

“Okay!” Zoe cheered. “We’re here!”

As the three of you walked into the dress shop, you felt worry gathering in your stomach. What if the dresses didn’t fit you? What if they didn’t have your size? Well, Connor would probably get mad and demand they start stocking larger sizes for body equality. Zoe would calmly tell them to get their shit in order and leave. The Murphy siblings were practically your real siblings.

Zoe squealed and immediately ran in, heading towards a rack full of gorgeous prom dresses. Connor smiled at you and pulled you in by your wrist gently.

By the time you both caught up with Zoe she had piles of dresses on each arm, one pile for you and one pile for her. Connor groaned and grabbed the nearest suit and light blue tie to match Evan’s.

You and Jared had agreed on a (f/c) color scheme, Zoe and Alana decided on a pretty lime green theme, and Evan and Connor agreed on black and light blue.

Zoe shoved the pile of dresses into your arms and pulled you to the changing rooms. She sat down in the chair in front of one and pulled Connor into the chair next to her.

“You try all of your dresses on first, and we’ll tell you how they are!” Zoe squealed, her eyes shining happily. You nodded and hesitantly walked into the large changing room, glancing at yourself in the mirror. You tore you clothes off and avoided looking in the mirror until you had the first dress on. The first one fit perfectly but was way too puffy. You stepped out of the dressing room and could tell it was an immediate no by the looks the two were giving you.

“Okay then.” You laughed, heading back into the changing room.

The second dress was way too tight, so you didn’t even go out to show Zoe and Connor. It would’ve been embarrassing.

The next dress was the perfect length and it hugged your top half perfectly. The dress was a strapless heart shaped top with a lacy bottom that just touched the floor. Your waist looked amazing, and you felt very confident. You stepped out of the dressing room with a smile, flaunting around dramatically.

“You look hot, (Y/N)!” Zoe said, a grin on her face.

“No.” Connor said. “You cannot wear that.”

“What? Why?” You asked, your smile fading.

“Jared will be ALL over you, it’s just too hot.” Connor smirked, crossing his arms.

“Perfect.” You said, earning a shocked cough from Connor.

“No! That’s not gonna happen! You HAVE to dance with an imaginary balloon between you two!” Connor demanded, acting like he was your older brother. You stuck your tongue out and mocked him, earning a giggle from Zoe.

You stood on the front steps of the Murphy household, waiting for your dates to arrive.

“Alana says the limo is only two minutes away.” Zoe said, putting her phone in her small handbag. Connor was fidgeting with his hands awkwardly, his hair up in a bun.

“D-Does my tie look alright?” Connor nervously fixed his tie, looking between you and Zoe.

“Yes, Connor, you look amazing.” You smiled, gently hitting him on the arm. Your parents were standing inside, watching you three bond on the front steps. The limo pulled up slowly, and Evan stepped out first. He was wearing a black suit with an adorable blue tie to match Connor. Alana stepped out with a short lacy lime green dress, rocking a silver handbag and flats. Lastly, Jared crawled out, wearing a black suit with a (f/c) tie. Jared smiled at you and stepped up, taking your hand. You blushed and smiled.

“You look absolutely hot, Ms. (L/N).” Jared grinned, gently slipping a (f/c) corsage onto your wrist. You smiled back, your other hand on your chest in a flattered way.

“Why, you’re quite hot too, Mr. Kleinman.” You flirted, letting him lead you to the limo.

“Y-You got us reservations at a pizza place?!” Evan said, laughing slightly.

Jared shrugged and laughed, grabbing your hand to hold it. Connor shook his head at you with a smile.

“This is going to be the best night ever!” Zoe said, pulling Alana into the pizza shop.

“How do you even get reservations at a pizza shop?” Connor mumbled, letting Evan pull him inside. You smiled at Jared and walked in side by side.

“Not only did he make ‘reservations’, he had the pizza premade.” Alana giggled, taking a bite of a slice.

Jared plopped down into the booth, pulling you down into his side. You six ate three whole pizzas, somehow managing to keep your clothes all clean. Jared had one arm around you the whole time, a smile on his face.

“Ugh, who’s ready to go dance the night away?” Jared groaned, his other hand on his stomach.

“Me!” Zoe cried, taking Alana’s hand and running back to the limo.

“How the hell do they do that?” Connor squinted, watching the two girls run away together, full of energy.

“Caffeine, maybe?” Evan said, getting up with you all and heading to the limo.

Jared awkwardly placed his hands on your waist as you placed your hands on his neck. You turned red as you and Jared made eye contact. You stepped forward a bit, your bodies almost touching. Jared’s hands were sweaty and holding you tightly.

“This is,” Jared mumbled. “Wow. Just wow.”

You laughed quietly, looking down and then back up at Jared. The lights were dim, and the disco ball above lit up the room. You stared into Jared’s eyes as the two of you swayed slowly, glancing at his lips slowly.

“C-an I kiss you?” Jared mumbled, his voice cracking.

“My god, yes.” You whispered, leaning in slightly. Jared quickly jerked forward and crashed his lips onto yours, almost bumping his forehead on yours. The kissed lasted longer than it should’ve, and it started to get intense. You both pulled away, your eyes wide.

“Should we-?” You said, not noticing your friends watching you.

“Hell yeah.” Jared said, grabbing your hand and pulling you out the door.

“Where the fuck are they going?” Connor asked, a bit overprotective.

“Probably gonna get laid.” Zoe giggled, dancing with Alana.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine..” Evan mumbled, swaying side to side with Connor. Connor grumbled and pouted, pulling Evan closer.

‘did u make it home last night?’ Connor texted into the group chat with you and Zoe.

‘nope’ You texted back, laying next to a sleeping Jared.

‘good thing your parents aren’t home.’ Zoe added.

‘how do u know?’ You questioned.

‘we came here to check on u but ur clearly at jareds.’ Connor added with a smirk emoji.

‘was he good?’ Connor added, making you groan and turn off your phone.

“Pretty sure I was the best you’ve had.” Jared said, his voice croaking. He scared you, and you dropped your phone on your face.

“Jared!” You cried, giggling. Jared chuckled sleepily and pulled your naked frame into his side. Your face burned red as you insecurely wrapped the blanket around yourself.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that. I saw all of your beautifulness underneath me last night.” Jared smirked, somehow managing to pull himself into the blanket you had wrapped around yourself.

“Shut up, handsome.” You said, burying your face into his neck and wrapping your arms around him. 


She is back! D: 

Mod: i decided to change the colors of these 2, so ya i did that.

look at the cute little chibi ponies in line to meet the princess!

From front to back!

1. @asksweepslick

2. @ask-hydeart

3. @asklittlebat

4. @moon-wolfie

5. @nemovonsilver

6. @staticthepegasus

7. @askbelgianwaffle

I find it funny that so many trc edits lack color or any vibrancy, all black and white and beige and pale, when in the books there are so many things that are obnoxiously colorful??

Gansey’s rainbow of polo shirts? The bright orange Camaro? Blue’s lime green dress that looks like a lampshade? Her assorted hair clips? The lively 300 Fox Way? Adam’s red Coca-Cola shirt? Kavinsky’s dream dragon/firework thing? Blue Aglionby uniforms? Cabeswater’s color-changing fish  and golden leaf fish? The green of the plants surrounded Parrish? Guys


Pairing : Mac x Reader. 

Summary : Imagine being a bridesmaid at Jack’s wedding but you hate the dress you have to wear and hide in the bathroom and Mac convinces you to come out, fixing your dress for you.

It was had been a surprise. You had been to get measured, but the future Mrs Dalton had chosen the dress. And when you saw it, surprised was an understatement. You never expected her to make you wear a lime green dress to her wedding.

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Secret Love [a Barry Allen AU]

Request: prince!barry au kinda like romeo and juliet where he and the reader are from rival kingdoms and are in love with each other, so they decide to run away together

a/n: prince Barry yo

Sometimes ancient feuds are stupid. Yours and Central’s kingdoms have been at war with one another for centuries. It wasn’t until Barry, Central’s beloved prince, stumbled into your kingdom on accident that you had a change of heart. He won you over with his dashing smile and sparkling eyes. Ever since then, the two of you have been meeting in secret along the border.

In a short time, he is set to wed another, meaning your love will not survive. So, with the help of his trusted knight, Cisco, he devised a plan to run away with you, leaving behind his duties. “Y/N!” you hear a whisper flood through your window, causing your head to snap towards the sound. Your hand stops moving, quill halfway in the air, about to be dipped into the ink. “My princess!” comes the same voice, this time more exasperated.

Rising from the plush pale stool, your lime green floor length dress drapes behind your bare ankles and then sleeves dangle past your hands. Reaching up, your fingers lace around the thick plum colored curtains, sliding them open and you peer into the midnight sky in confusion. Your neck bends down, allowing you to see the person, cloaked in a robe that resembles something close to a potato sack. “Who are you?” you ask, making sure your voice is quiet enough for no one else to hear.

The person’s long fingers grab the scratchy fabric, removing the hood from their head. “My princess, I have come for you!” Barry beams, brown hair sticking up slightly, arms stretching out to his sides. With wide eyes, you press your index finger to your lips, hair waving in the wind. The prince cringes, shifting on his knee high brown boots, “I did not wish to be that loud.” he admits, glancing around the bushes.

A small giggle comes out of you while you lean against the stone balcony, indenting your waist. Oh, you knew he would come, you just knew it! “My prince, I have been waiting for your return.” you gush, a smile spreading across your face, “Why were you so late?” you pout, hoisting your leg over the stone, dress scrunching at your thighs. Don’t worry, you know what you’re doing.

Sighing, Barry takes a few steps forward, arms stretched in front of him; baggy blood red shirts sleeves swaying in the wind. “Well,” he starts, green eyes watching your every move as you sit on the slab of gray stone, “I had some difficulty getting past the guards, even with the aid of Sir Francisco. But, never to worry, love,” he catches you when you jump, stumbling slightly. A grin lights up his face, hazel eyes glimmering at you, “I did come, did I not?” he smirks, adjusting you in his arms.

You nod, cupping his tinted pink cheek in your palm, “You did.” you confirm, pecking him on the lips sweetly. The candle lights from your chamber illuminates his silhouette, giving his subtle golden brown locks more of a highlight. You gulp, realizing soon your maids will enter. “We must hurry, Barry, before anyone sees us together.” you warn, fiddling with the hood on his cape.

“Right.” he nods, fixing his hands under your knees. “Sir Francisco, Cisco, will be awaiting us with a horse by the river. We will finally be free.” Barry grins, jogging towards the woods, dress flying around his shoulders. You try to hold on to him as tight as possible. “My princess and I.”

SasuSaku Month 2016
Day 25- Do You Believe in Magic
Summary: He’s waiting for her to finish her shift at the hospital, when a very intriguing patient of hers catches his attention. Kids are certainly weird creatures.
A/N: AHH! Another theme I had to struggle to write! All the ideas were AUs and then I kept thinking about that quotation, and then there was Moana and then I cracked XD Just kidding, guys… I’ve tried something different with this one, and I wanted it to be shorter, too, but in the end I guess I couldn’t really write less than 2,5K words XD Still, I loved the way it turned out! Hope you enjoy it, and please, tell me your opinion!!
The hospital cafeteria is by far the best place where those destined to wait can literally sit and relax. The chairs are comfortable, the disinfectant smell gives the feeling of a safe atmosphere and the large variety of food certainly helps those who must spend hours confined in those white walls. It’s the perfect place for those who want to take a break from all that stress caused by all kinds of illness and procedures; and certainly the one place where those who can’t allow themselves to sleep go to remain awake for the following hours. The demand for coffee is abnormal, but thanks to her, the Uchiha understands the importance behind that beverage.

For the Konoha Hospital is never quiet or empty not even during peaceful times, the medics aren’t allowed to be sleepy or tired at all. They have to be alert at all times whether they like it or not, and of course the pink haired woman- aka the head medic of the hospital, is one of those whose vital functions are fueled by caffeine. If she has coffee, he’s seen, then she can go on for days without anything else in her stomach. That woman is certainly neglecting when it comes to her own health, therefore his presence there is more than just necessary, as he waits for her shift to end so they can go grab something decent to eat.

What an annoying woman, he thinks. Making him wait like that almost every week after her night shifts. She should feel guilty for making him go through those silent, lonely hours just so that he could make sure she would take care of herself.

Annoying, indeed.

Luckily, waiting was never a problem for Sasuke. As long as there’s nothing bothering him, the raven haired man can be alone with his thoughts for hours. Time is precious, and thanks to his grumpy reputation, no one in the hospital dared bother him.

No one who actually knew him.

“ Hey, ojji-san… Do you believe in magic?”

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Brides of None

I walk to
The bathroom of
This dive bar
In lime green
Flower dresses,
Lilac halos,
High heels,
With a sense of relief.
I went to
Prep school
With these manakins.
I went to
College with
Their manakin
Ken dolls, and
Barbies all.
My auto-correct

They think this place,
Is a fun,
Night out.
I used to be so stuck up.
I thank the Gods of servitude
I’m no longer that man.
I’m just as
But to live
My life
In such a violently
Plush and unrealistic
Would poison my
Subconscious soul.
They will
The game,
Get divorced,
Bruise their
And drink away their middle age.

I’ll skip the illusion,
Write poetry,
And drink

Fool’s gold by twenty.
Thirty in the eyes
Of posterity
And a
And a handshake
Forward in
The eyes of God.

The Universe
You dolled up

The Ninth Event, Baltimore and Beam Aren’t in This One

NEW TO CRYPTOCRACY? Don’t start here! Go back and check out chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8!!!

Susan sat on an uncomfortable, overly-rectangular leather-cushioned bench, next to a backlit aquarium that seemed completely bereft of fish.

“This was not the plan.”

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Louisville Rowyso highlights

• “I thought you said she was dressed as a hot tub” -Luke and Calum about a girl dressed as a hotdog

• “sorry you had to wear lime green” - Calum about someone dressed as calpal

• Michael telling his electrocution stories “my hair never recovered”

•"If you look under your chair, there’s a free car" - Calum

• Spiderman came out with a pikachu back pack

• “I ain’t get no sleep cuz of yall” - Ashton reading a sign

• Calum tried to kiss luke when ashton said to turn and kiss the person next to you on the cheek

• “I don’t think Ashton’s legal to go to your senior prom” - Michael

• “is chicken offensive?” - Michael

• Michael sang a song about chicken in Kentucky (it was at the kfc yum center)

• they all nailed their solos

• Calum was such a smol puppy

• im dead

Its really more of an FFA love story, but here I go. It’s also my first published piece of feederism related artwork.

Lorraine was married to the greatest man she ever knew. He was tall, handsome, and what others would describe as “excessively bulky.” She liked her men rotund, and she loved to subtly make their waist size grow.

Darren was in the middle of showering before he went off to work, so she made his lunch (albeit slightly larger from the day before); a shake that was well over 1000 calories; a triple decker sandwich on brioche with mayonnaise, bacon, and butter; the twin, five-container tiffins held several courses of Chinese food, a cherry cobbler, and a slice of her famous pecan pie.

She heard the water stop running from his shower and began to hear soggy footsteps on the rug in the next room. She knew he was going to come out of their soon, so she may as well bring out the piece de resistance; a huge, three layer, red velvet cake with a cherry buttercream filling. On top, written with the cherry buttercream, was “450 Pounds.” It was his favorite type of cake, and even though he wouldn’t have any until tonight, she knew it would be a good motivator for him at work.

She heard the spray bottle of cologne he used go off, and knew he was going to step out any second.

She awaited him in the kitchen. Her heart pounding, her lovely, round husband soon to be seen.

He came out, his large, sloping belly first, then the rest of him arrived. He was wearing a pastel, lime-green dress shirt and a green tie colored like a fresh hundred dollar bill. His wet, graying-brown hair colored like field soil was combed back, his great belly bouncing and swaying as he walked. He was holding a vest in his right arm a little lighter in color than his tie, and belly his immense, jiggling torso was a pair of khaki pants. A neat, graying beard adorned his face that merged into his sideburns and wrapped around his delicate mouth. Glasses wreathed his eyes like heavenly mirrors.

She couldn’t keep her eyes off him as the smell of fresh water, clean skin, and his oaky, spicy cologne wafted off of him.

“Morning honey,” Lorraine spoke.

“Morning,” he responded, his voice deep, yet he sort of spoke through the nose. It was a little throatier as well, now that his double chin was caressing his voice box. He noticed the cake on the table. He smiled a little as she brought him his coffee. “Its hard to believe I’m fifty pounds away, Lorraine. I’m almost there.” He took a sip of coffee. She made sure there was plenty of cream and sugar to get him fattened. He set the coffee down on the table, placed his vest on a chair at the table, and walked over to go and see the feast he would have for lunch. He began to retuck the back of his shirt in, seeing as his gut pulled forward. As his arms were behind his back, she quickly hugged him from behind, caressing his right side and putting her left hand partway down his left side, grabbing some flab as she did and laying her head against his back, breathing in deeply. He let out a cry of surprise. He looked over his shoulder to her and smiled. “I can’t wait till I’m back home tonight.”
Open Starter - Royalty AU [Princess Zoeya]

The redhead stared at herself in the mirror. Perfectly primed and pruned for the dance this evening. Of course, she was the princess, so she would be the honored and highlighted guest. Many people would want to talk to her, to dance with her, but they didn’t really know her. Zoeya pursed her lips and sighed. Hopefully she would meet a new friend tonight, and not just some weirdo who really liked chips for some reason, like last time.

A polite knock on the door made her jump, before she realized it was time for her to depart. She cast a final look at herself in the mirror before turning away and putting on her usual grin as she opened the door.

The servant waiting there bowed, before unspeakingly starting to lead her down the hallway, where she could hear murmured sounds coming from the ballroom. Finally, they were at the side doors. A trumpet sounded as the doors opened, and she stepped into the hallway in her simple lime green dress.

“Princess Zoeya!” Her name rang out from the announcer’s shout across the ballroom as people cheered and applauded. She gave a smile and an enthusiastic wave, then remembered her place and hurriedly curtsied as well, before descending down the steps into the throng of people waiting to meet her.

After many sweaty handshakes and flustered greetings, Zoeya finally managed to escape the thick of it and hurried off to the edge of the crowd. She gave a small sigh and smoothed down the front of her dress, until she realized someone was in front of her. She straightened up quickly and plastered her grin back on her face. “Hello! Welcome to the ball!” She said cheerfully.

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5SOS Preference #50 (Falling In Love at a Coffee Shop)

Anonymous asked you:

Can you write an preference based on the song falling in love at a coffee shop by Landon Pigg? Ashton: You and your boyfriend are at home in your kitchen, enjoying a cup of coffee before you go off to school and he, to band practice. You stir your cup, hearing the quiet tink of the spoon against your mug. Your eyes seem glued to the liquid in your cup as your mind hurtles elsewhere, in a sort of trance. “Do you remember when we met? At that coffee shop?” You say suddenly. “Ugh, it was awful. I dribbled coffee on myself in front of you. I was absolutely mortified.” You can’t help but crack a smile at the memory. “And you laughed at me, just like you are now.” “I’m not laughing at you!” “That’s what you said then too.” “I helped you clean off your shirt now didn’t I?” You ask, pausing to take another swig of your nearly-cold coffee. “Yes you did. And I’m glad it was you. I wouldn’t rather have anyone else stick their hands under my shirt to rub at my shirt.” “I have no sense of personal space.” “Hey, I wasn’t objecting to it.” “Good,” you smile again. There’s a short pause of silence, in which you study Ash’s features in the sunlight coming through the patio windows. He’s got a bit of stubble on his prominent chin and his golden hair stays perfectly in place. His eyes suddenly flicker to yours and his tongue slowly licks his bottom lip, gnawing on it a bit. “I love you (y/n).” “I love you too, as long as you promise to not spill anymore coffee on yourself.” Michael: It’s your boyfriend’s mum’s birthday, so to surprise her, you and Michael have flown to his hometown in Australia. This is your first big trip with Michael, not to mention meeting his family for the first time. “I swear to God (y/n), they’ll love you. Promise,” he says, kissing the top of your head, his arm around your shoulder as you both approach the front door. “I have no idea how you could be away from this place–it’s beautiful,” you say, taking in the sight of your boyfriend’s childhood home. “Because I’ve got something even more beautiful on the other side of the world,” he smiles, squeezing your hand. No one knows you’re coming, so when you step quietly into the hall, you hear his family singing happy birthday to his mum. You follow Michael in, staying in his shadow a bit. “You’ve started singing without me?” Michael says, walking into the kitchen, filled with his family members. Shouts of surprise and joy boom in the tiny room now. Relatives are hugging him now, kissing him on the cheeks. “And who’s that you’ve got there?” You hear one of his uncles bellow. “Everyone, this is (y/n), my girlfriend. She’s really excited to be here and meet you all.” After everyone is busy with cake, you watch Michael from the corner of the room. He’s talking in the kitchen with his mother. You get and walk over there and pretend to get a napkin to listen in. “She’s lovely Michael, you’ve got good taste just like your dad,” his mum laughs. “Glad you like her, because I think I love her. A lot.” “Well it’s about time,” she laughs again. She suddenly turns to you and says, “(y/n) dear, don’t ever let him give you hell. If you have any problems you come to me and I’ll straighten him out for ya!” She laughs again, and walks away. “You love me?” You ask, turning to Michael. “Yes.” “Good, because I love you too.” Calum: It’s late at night and you and your fiancé are just climbing into bed. You’ve been busy with wedding plans lately, the date only a month away. Calum’s got a piece of looseleaf in his hands. As you crawl under the covers, he asks, “Wanna hear my vows?” “No! You’ll ruin the surprise!” “Too late!” You could have tried harder to stop him, but to be honest, you’re a bit curious. Cal clears his throat. “Humans go through life trying to find that one thing that makes everything good. Five years ago, I found that thing, and now she’s standing at this alter with me. Never did I imagine I’d find someone who understands me so completely. In the morning, she outshines the sun, and every night, she has more light than the moon. In the darkest of times and places, (y/n) is my candle. I will spend the rest of my life cherishing her as if she could go out at any minute. She is my love, my compass. She keeps me  grounded, yet with her, I can fly. I love you (y/n) and that can never be extinguished.” Your fingers tremble where they clutch the covers. You hide your face, trying to wipe away the tears. “You can’t read that!” You say. Calum looks hurt, and begins to fidget with the paper. “Because I can’t cry like this on my wedding day!” By now, you’re sobbing uncontrollably. He comes over by you, setting the paper on the nightstand and crawling into bed next to you. He spoons you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Sorry for making you cry,” he whispers, planting butterfly kisses. “I really hate you sometimes,” you grumble through sniffles. “Love you too,” he says, pulling the covers over the both of you and turning out the light. “Your mom’s gonna cry too you know,” you say in the dark. “I know,” he says, and you can practically hear the smugness in his voice. Luke: It’s your senior prom. You didn’t get a date, but some of your best friends insisted you go anyway. So here you are, dressed in a cousin’s old prom dress, which miraculously fit. It’s simple, just like your taste. Lime greens dresses and poufs are not your thing. The DJ is playing a Katy Perry song, when suddenly it stops and switches to a slow number. “This is for all you couples out there. Let’s see you on the dance floor.” Your friends awkwardly stop dancing. Some find guys, but you just stand off to the side, watching the girls’ dresses sway as their boyfriends move with them. You swish your own dress, looking down and watching the way it flows at your shoes. “Care to dance or would you rather stand in the corner like a loser?” Normally, this kind of remark would be beyond rude, but it’s from the mouth of one of your best friends, Luke. “Why not,” you sigh, and take his hand. You begin to sway back and forth, your arms placed on each other awkwardly. “We look stupid,” Luke says suddenly. He pulls your arms around his neck while his go around your waist. You’re closer to Luke than you’ve ever been, but dancing does feel less mechanical. The whole time, you’re looking around the dance floor at the other couples, thinking how beautiful some of the girls look. Meanwhile, Luke’s been looking at you, as if you’re the only other person in the room. You turn back and catch his gaze. “What?” You ask self-consciously. “You look really nice,” he says, smiling timidly. “Oh, uh, thank you. I like your tie,” you say, though it’s a rather odd pattern. “My mum picked it out for me,” he says. “Well kudos to your mom for having good taste.” Couldn’t there have been anything less idiotic to say in this awkward closeness. “(y/n), i like you,” Luke blurts suddenly. You stare at him in disbelief. “Do you–like me?” He asks, clearly sweating bullets at this point. “I’ve never thought of you like that,” you say, and Luke looks deflated. “But,” you add, “just because I never thought you’d ever like me.” “God I do. Always have.” “I like you too, Luke.” “I’m glad you came tonight.” “Me too.”
Day 20: Favorite mother/daughter moment

The 25 Days of Outlander continues…

It took Brianna a while to warm up to the idea that Frank wasn’t her father. But once she realizes the magnitude of Jamie and Claire’s sacrifices - that they literally moved time and chose to live apart, with the chance of never seeing each other again, all for the love of the child they’d created - she realizes that, as painful as it would be for her to lose her mother, Claire needs Jamie more than she needed Claire.

So she meets Claire at Craigh Na Dun - just to make sure that Claire knows how much she is loved, and how much she appreciates all the sacrifices, large and small, that Claire made for her. Brianna blesses Claire with her love as she’s about to travel through the stones - just like Jamie did, when he sent her back.

“We came to see you off,” she said, and a hint of a smile flickered on her lips. I looked at Roger, who shrugged slightly and gave me a lopsided smile of his own.

“Oh. Yes. Well,” I said. The stone stood behind Brianna, twice the height of a man. I could look through the foot-wide crack, and see the faint morning sun shining on the grass outside the circle.

“You’re e going,” she said firmly, “or I am.”

“You! Are you out of your mind?”

“No.” She glanced at the cleft stone and swallowed. It might have been the lime-green dress that made her face look chalk-white. “I can do it — go through, I mean. I know I can. When Geilie Duncan went through the stones, I heard them. Roger did too.” She glanced at him as though for reassurance, then fixed her gaze firmly on me.

“I don’t know whether I could find Jamie Fraser or not; maybe only you can. But if you won’t try, then I will.”

My mouth opened, but I couldn’t find anything to say.

“Don’t you see, Mama? He has to know — has to know he did it, he did what he meant to for us.” Her lips quivered, and she pressed them together for a minute.

“We owe it to him, Mama,” she said softly. “Somebody has to find him, and tell him.” Her hand touched my face, briefly. “Tell him I was born.”

“Oh, Bree,” I said, my voice so choked I could barely speak. “Oh, Bree!”

She was holding my hands tight between her own, squeezing hard.

“He gave you to me,” she said, so low I could hardly hear her. “Now I have to give you back to him, Mama.”

The eyes that were so like Jamie’s looked down at me, blurred by tears.

“If you find him,” she whispered, “when you find my father — give him this.” She bent and kissed me, fiercely, gently, then straightened and turned me toward the stone.

“Go, Mama,” she said, breathless. “I love you. Go!”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Roger move toward her. I took one step, and then another. I heard a sound, a faint roaring. I took the last step, and the world disappeared.