millions for marriage

Marriage for a Million

Sometimes when I read fanfiction and I realize it hasn’t been updated in a while, I wonder about the many reasons why it hasn’t, one of those reasons being that the author may have passed away. I’m saddened and shocked to learn that this time that has been the case. It doesn’t make sense. It just doesn’t. 

May you rest in peace missyromantictime15. I’m sorry that I never got to let you know that it had been a long time since a found a fanfic so good that it kept me looking forward to updates in the early hours of every day. I’m sorry that I never gave you a review. 

Thanks for contributing to this beautiful fandom that I have come to love in such a short time. 

I hope that you can read my words wherever you are. I’m sorry. 

I for one don’t care that wedding isn’t legal. I’ve known it’s not going to be legal for a few weeks now and my opinion hasn’t changed just because it’s been confirmed. If anything it makes me love the idea even more. Robert and Aaron are going to declare their love for one another, say their vows that they’ve written themselves, in front of the people they love most. They don’t care whether it’s legal or not and neither does anyone else. All they care about is showing each other how much they love one another and proving to Liv that she has a family that loves her and will protect her. And I think that’s the most important thing. Robert even said that he knew it wouldn’t be legal but he was still up for planning a last minute wedding and I know when Aaron finds out what Robert has been planning he won’t be thinking “but this isn’t legal”. This couple started out as an affair. They are a gay man and a bisexual man, getting married on a soap that is watched by millions. A same sex marriage being promoted on countless social media platforms and in countless magazines. The media are excited about this wedding and can’t stop talking about it. If that isn’t anything to celebrate, I don’t know what is.

anonymous asked:

sorry thea can you actually explain to me what he can and cannot do? I've read every article and it mostly seems no one even knows what he'd try to do? I understand if you don't have the energy to do so of course <3

that’s partly because we literally don’t know what this man believes (he’s not really a conservative but he’s happy to go along with whatever) but ok:

  • he cannot: register muslims, build a wall, repeal obamacare (in its entirety it is too big and costs too much and brings in too much money to dismantle but congress might get rid of certain parts of it), deport 2 million people, get rid of marriage equality (anthony kennedy who wrote the decision on marriage equality is a conservative who would have retired for any other conservative president but like will now stay to defend his legacy or whatever)
  • he & congress will try to: defund sanctuary cities (cities that don’t cooperate with deportation of undocumented folks) but this won’t stand for more than two seconds if it gets passed, cut back a lot of essential funding for government agencies (with limited success), restrict access to abortions (with limited success)
  • he will: get another scalia on the court in two minutes, get rid of deferred action for undocumented people on his first day in office, restrict immigration to an unprecedented degree, restrict reproductive rights in the whole middle part of the country, ruin the economy
New IR story with some great writing

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12485326/1/Marriage-for-a-Million

Marriage for a million
By missyshirayuki15 Check out her other stories too while your at it.

Rukia Kuchiki thought she’d be stuck waiting tables at Urahara’s diner until her debts are paid off -in about ten thousand years or so. She definitely didn’t expect a marriage proposal from the billionaire Ichigo Kurosaki who was blackmailed by his father to make his wife if he didn’t want his least favorite cousin to run Kurosaki Industries. IchiRuki/GrimmNel.

I’m Not Ready

Summary: Are Professor Winchester and the reader ready to take things to the next level? Part of my Professor Winchester series.

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters: Professor Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count: 3926

Warnings: Language, angst

Author’s Note: Two points of view, Professor Winchester’s and the readers. Thank you to @beauty-and-the-stitch and an anonymous requester for the inspiration and to @jensen-is-my-inspiration for encouraging the angst.

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The Assassin

Pairing - Reader x Namjoon (But all of the boys are in the story)

Word Count - 2425

Genre - Assassin/Spy Au

Part - 1/13

Y/n is accustomed to living a very secretive life and not being able to trust anyone. She finally puts her trust in someone only to have her life put in danger, how will she win this battle?

A/n - This Part is super boring, I apologize. Don’t worry I’ve already written the second part and it is a lot better!


Character Profiles Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight  Part NinePart Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve

I glanced down at the warm coffee mug in my hand. I wanted desperately to drink the liquid and escape the awkward conversation I had been having. My coworkers had forced me into a blind date and the guy that they had set me up with was the worst of the worst. He reeked of funk and cheap perfume. He wore a goofy plaid suit with a bow tie that was far too big.

But hey I’m not so superficial that I’m only into looks if the person has a great personality I’d be willing to compromise. This guy’s personality was lacking to say the least. He rambled on and on about random things I cared nothing about.

The worst thing of all was his obsession with my lotion. He said he loved my lotion and kept asking to smell my hand.

I wanted nothing more than out of this situation, I glanced at the watch on my arm. Okay it’s been twenty minutes, ten more and I can respectfully excuse myself saying that I was feeling unwell. A few minutes had passed and he had asked to smell my hand again. I decided I just couldn’t stay any longer so I politely told him I needed to go to the bathroom.

On my way to the bathroom I bumped into my boss and friend from college. I was surprised that he was actually getting his own coffee. He looked really nice in his tailored suit and slicked back hair.

“Ohh….Mr.Kim.” I said.

“Oh hey y/n what are you doing here?”

“Just having coffee. How are you?” I asked glancing over my shoulder and to see if my blind date had noticed me talking to Namjoon. He hadn’t.

“I’ve been good, I’m sorry am I keeping you away from your date?” He asked following my eyes to look at the man as well.

“No, I mean yes. But it’s totally fine because I was just planning my escape route.” I said laughing.

“Has he been sniffing his fingers like that the entire time?” He said taking another quick glance at the man.

“Yes and it’s driving me insane, he has this weird obsessing with smelling things. He keeps asking to smell my hands.” I said making Namjoon explode with laughter.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this.” He said smiling softly before grabbing my hand and leading me back to the table.
 
“What are you going to do?” I asked trying to keep up with his long legged steps.

“Just follow my lead.” He said winking.

Once we walked over to the table my date looked up at me with a confused look on his eyes.

“What’s going on y/n?” He asked standing up.

“Hi buddy, I’m sorry to let you know that your date is over now.” Namjoon stated plainly.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

“Well I don’t know if y/n has told you about me but I’m her ex-boyfriend. We’ve decided now that we are madly in love with each other and want to rekindle our love and get married.” Namjoon said taking out a very expensive engagement ring and sliding it on my finger. I couldn’t help but show the confused look on my face and Namjoon noticed wrapping his arm around my waist.

“Is – Is this true?” He said looking at me.

“Yes im sorry. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings but I’m in love.” I said glancing up at Namjoon with a fake smile.

My date said nothing and immediately walked out of the café.

“Poor guy he looked like he was going to cry.” Namjoon said sitting down at the table.

“Are you going to finish that?” He said pointing to my drink.

I sat down across from him and finally took a sip of my now warm beverage.

“Thank you so much for helping me. You don’t understand how awful that date was going.” I said.

“Of course, what are friends for?” He said. Friends?

“My lunch break is over and I really do have to get back to work now Mr. Kim.” I said arising from my seat.

“Yeah me too, but hey you owe me. You know for helping you out of your blind date from hell.” He said jokingly.

“Um okay, what do you want? Money?” I said

“I don’t want your money, I want your time.” He said.

“My time?” I asked inquisitively.

“Yes pick a place any place sometime next week and go out on a date with me.” He said smiling wide enough to show his dimples.

“Okay. Sure I’ll go on a date with you, but I really do have to get back to work so i’ll text you.” I’m sure I could find his number somewhere at the office.

“It’s a deal.” He said standing up.

“Oh before I forget, here you go. ” I said as I removed the beautiful engagement ring from earlier off of my finger. “

“Keep it, it’s yours.” He said.

“It looks very expensive, are you sure?” I asked.

“Of course, and wear it on our date next week.” He said causing me to blush slightly.


Two days later and I finally had the chance to call Namjoon to make plans with him. It was hard finding time with my busy work schedule but we’d decided on Friday.

Friday came quicker than I had anticipated and I finished off my work load quickly so that I could go home and change into something presentable for the date.

It had surprised me how much I cared about how I looked but I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to impress Namjoon a bit.

He looked so good when I had ran into him at the cafe. He was always a handsome guy. Tall, lean and with a killer smile. All of the girls at the office wanted him.

He showed them no interest though. We all just assumed that he had a girlfriend or something. He never really talked about his personal life. I went to college with him but I still knew very little about him.

I wasnt one to pry though. So I never asked him anything too personal that could possibly make him uncomfortable. He did however, ask me personal questions frequently. Making the other girls at the office wonder why he showed me special attention. I just told them that it was probably because we went to university together so he knew me longer.

I took one last glance in the mirror. I wore my hair in a slicked back pony tail. I wore a white sweater crop top, a high wasted fitted black skirt and pair of simple black heels. I paired it with a gray furry clutch and red lipstick. Simple yet eye catching. What guy could resist?

When I showed up to the dimly lit restaurant, I immediately noticed Namjoon sitting in the corner on his phone.

I made my way to the table and when he saw me he quickly arose from his seat staring at me extensively.

“Damn, you look fantastic.” He said.

“Thank you.” I said blushing and sitting down at the table as he followed suit.

“What are you drinking?” I said looking at the menu.

Namjoon would not take his eyes off of me.

“Whatever you are drinking.” He replied.

Two gin and tonics later, Namjoon and I were laughing and reminiscing about our college days.

“You know, I had a really huge crush on you in college.” He said.

A surprised expression overtook my face as I looked up at him.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes really, you didnt really talk to me though.” He said.

“Well I kinda of just saw you as a cool guy that everybody wanted and I tried avoided you at all cost.” I said.

“Hmm.” He put on a thinking face. “You thought I was cool?” He joked.

The time seemed to fly by with Namjoon and to be honest. I didn’t want this night to end. I don’t know if it was because of the liquor in our systems or the fact that we felt more comfortable with each other, but we were having a great time.

“That looks great on you, it really suits you.” Namjoon said pointing at the engagement ring.

“Yeah, it’s kind of weird wearing an engagement ring when I’m not even getting married.” I said playing with the ring.

“I can change that. ” Namjoon said gazing into my eyes.

“What?” I said, taking my eyes off of the ring and focusing them back on him.

“Marry me.” He said, expression unchanged.

“Goodness, I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink.” I said as I playfully moved Namjoon’s glass out of his reach.

“Im not drunk and im very serious.” He said smiling.

“Namjoon we’ve been on one date. Why would I marry you?” I asked seriously.

“Because you owe me.” He replied.

“No, I don’t. I’ve paid off my debt with this date. ” I said.

“Okay, well how about for $500,000.” He asked taking a sip of his drink.

“Half a million dollars?!” Where would you get that type of money from?“ I asked.

“Here’s the deal. My parents are very rich as you know. I was supposed to get a trust fund on several millions when I turned 23 but my parents are refusing to give it to me. They want me to get married first. So that’s where you come into the plan. You help me and I’ll help you.” He said.

I couldnt believe I was actually thinking about this. Marrying someone I wasnt even dating, and for money.

“Namjoon as tempting as that sounds. I dont want to be married right now.” I told him.

“And neither do I. Which is why we will have the marriage annulled within a month. After my parents give me the money.” He said.

“Wont your parents find that odd?” I asked.

“No I’ll just tell them that you only wanted me for my money or something like that.” He said.

I couldn’t believe how long I was pondering this. But marrying Namjoon didn’t seem too terrible. I mean I get half a million dollars for a fake marriage that we could have annulled within a month.

Before I could give him an answer my phone started to ring.

“Can you excuse me for one moment please?”

“Go ahead.” He nodded his head lightly

I got up from the table and walked to the restroom where it was a bit quieter.

“Hello?”

“Where are you y/n” my father spoke into the phone.

“I’m uh at work still.” I lied

“You were suppose to be here for dinner 30 minutes ago”

“I’m sorry dad. I got a little carried away.” I had completely forgot that my parents wanted me home for dinner tonight.

“We’ll make your way here. I’m starving and your mother wants us to wait on you.”

“Yes sir.” I said before hanging up the phone.

I walked back to the table to see Namjoon taking a sip from his drink.

“Thank god. For a second I thought you were going to sneak out.” He joked.

“No never but I have to go. I’ll sleep on your proposition and let you know first thing in the morning.” I smiled and thanked him for dinner before heading home.

I was 23 years old and my parents still treat me like a kid. I had to do everything they asked of me. It was always their way or no way and although I knew I could just rebel it hurt to much disobey my parents.

I arrived home in about 10 minutes and this was not achieved by following the law. I used my key to open the door and walked into the dining room to see my mom and dad sitting at the dinner table.

“Glad you could make it.” My mom smiled at me. I pulled her into a warm embrace and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Take a seat.” My father coldly instructed. Me and my father never had a loving relationship. He definitely put his authority as my father to use but he never showed me any love. He never showed any emotion whatsoever, not even to my mom. I didn’t understand how you could love a woman enough to marry her have a child with and raise a child and still be so heartless and cold. My mother blamed it on the war, she says he wasn’t always like this.

“You’ve been working a lot but you haven’t been getting any promotions.” My father asked taking a bit of his food.

“Uh there isn’t exactly anything for me to be promoted too. All the spots are filled.”

“Well then you need to empty them and put yourself there.” He lectured. My father has always wanted for me to be successful.

“I’ll try.” I replied looking down in shame. I was never good enough for him.

“Give her a break honey. They just haven’t noticed her potential yet.” My mom said

“Well it’s important that she puts herself out there so that they do.”

She quickly returned to eating her food. I could tell she wanted to help me but I wasn’t the one who had to sleep with him at night. I smiled at her letting her know I’d be okay.

“Why haven’t you eaten any of your food?” My mom asked changing the subject.

“I’m not really hungry.” I simply replied.

“Why?” My father asked. He always had to make things so complicated.

“I already ate today - while I was working.” I quickly corrected myself. My father would flip If he found out I was out on a date. He told me that I didn’t need to date. That I should focus on my career.

Dinner was finally done and although I wanted to leave as quick as possible, I kindly helped my mother clean the dishes and then headed home.

When I arrived I decided to call Namjoon. I dont know why but for some reason after talking to my parents I really wanted to talk to him.

“Wow, I wasnt expecting your call until the morning.” Namjoon said.

“Okay, Not saying that Im agreeing with this. But lets say I say yes. When would the wedding be?”

“Tomorrow.” Namjoon said.

“What?!” I questioned.

“You heard me, it’s tomorrow. So what do do you say y/n, will you marry me?”

anonymous asked:

Gotta say, after getting used to Natsuhi and Eva being Actual Siblings in Skin Game, I'm a little ashamed by how quickly I was ONE MILLION PERCENT onboard the arranged marriage AU, DAMN SON. Hot ladies in binders kissing other hot ladies, A plus freaking plus! (You and Tiger done a good AU)

SJFDKJKFJKDFDJGHJFDS I’m yanking all of us a full 180 here I’m SORRY
u just gotta do ur best to keep up with the 9 million AUs xDD
THEYRE NOT RELATED IN ANY CANON BUT SKIN GAME DONT GET USED TO THAT AAAAAAAA

Thank u! :9 This arranged marriage au is literally just “a bunch of transphobes try to out-troll one another but end up playing themselves bc the trans kids r married and in love“ (eva is only a hot lady some of the time, turns out shes genderfluid)

to set one thing straight

I don’t believe in labels. Be gay,be black, be transgendered,be asexual,be straight white person,be everything at once, but if you’re mean, i don’t like you. If you’re nice, I like you a lot.

anonymous asked:

Hey Felix I did you get my submission on about the quotes from gc and not understanding what they said? Also, what will happen in August? Will he be in Africa and will she be around him too? Will they get engaged on the fourth her bday?

1) Yes anon I just answered that before.

2) Well Harry is due to fly to Africa like he does every year to support his charity and NO MM won’t be visiting him.

3) Not in a million years an engagement or marriage will ever happen between Harry and Meghan. Harry doesn’t marry Booty Calls and that’s what MM is.

Have a great day anon.

thanks😊👍 

Today I am thinking about how I would like to read one million Captive Prince arranged marriage fanfics. Laurent being all dismissive with his eyebrows. Damen loving blonds with yellow hair. Court politics that Laurent sees but Damen conquers by virtue of being oblivious and direct. Agreeing to tolerate each other for the sakes of their countries and falling in love slowly as they get to know each other.

Yes please I would like all of this many times. I am predictable.

I had a coworker at my previous job who was in his late 40s and he told me that he often felt lonely, despite having a wife and kids. He said that it makes sense to feel lonely if you’re single, like I was at the time, but that if you are married, you cannot make sense of your own loneliness, and it becomes that much more profound.

Maybe some people get lucky but I don’t expect my loneliness to leave me. Your loneliness is your own; you cannot blame others for it, although you might be tempted to attribute it to other people and especially their absence. Not me. I clinge onto my loneliness; it’s how I make sense of the world, from million miles away.

anonymous asked:

(1) Dear Amber: The longer you drag this out, the worse it looks for you. Because it gives people like me, people who never gave you a second thought before, longer to observe your behavior. And this is what we've observed. Regarding your golddigger image, this arises from the extortion letter you sent to Depp before you went to the press claiming abuse. It also arose from your attempt to profit upwards of $30 million from a 15-month marriage.

cont… Oh, and your trying to snag three penthouses, Depp’s range rover, and a nice little monthly allowance of $50K. You then tried to cast off the golddigger image by pretending you were gonna give your final divorce settlement to charity. Depp offered to donate directly to the charities, and you flipped out, because of course you really wanted to get your OWN hands on that money. And here we are, eight months later. The woman who always claimed it was never about the money is still arguing about the money. The same woman slinking around with the billionaire Elon Musk. (watch your wallet, Musk.) Unfortunately for you, Amber, this is one of many aspects of your story that lacks credibility. Even your stans must be puzzled at this point. You got a temporary restraining order against Depp in May because you claimed you feared for your safety. Yet you refused to move out of his three penthouses or to relinquish his vehicle. You refused to cooperate with the LAPD who showed up at your doorstep to check on your welfare. You goaded Depp in the press all summer with a vicious smear campaign. And over the past fews months, you have been harassing him to meet with you in person to exchange belongings. When that didn’t work, you used the court system to try to force him to attend Friday’s hearing – when Depp refused, because this was/is a bizarre and totally unnecessary request, you went to the press to continue to pressure and humiliate him. You are not afraid of Johnny Depp, Amber. You are, in actuality, a bully.

Girls
with their smeared eyeliner
and push up bras
holding their heels
as they head home
from the night with the

Boys
with their rock hard abs
and cheeky smirks
bragging to their buds
about the blonde from the bar
forget about those

Teenagers
with their wandering eyes
tingling fingers
no thoughts in the brain
impulsivity in their veins
making mistakes
and breaking

Hearts
that will beat for anyone
or no one at all
fueling fire into cheeks
begging to see beauty
in the eyes of monsters
telling you to speak words
you do not mean

“I Love You”
said by millions
to save a marriage
to scare away suspicion
said out of routine
said to get her panties off
to get him to pay the bill
“I love you”
meant by a few
with only words to give
risen from ashes
scars on our hearts
smiles on our lips
Honey, don’t you know
poets have the biggest hearts
but coldest souls?

—  m.w.
She said she had married a guy, and he was just a guy. He wasn’t going to make all her problems go away, because he was just a guy. And that freed her to really love him as a guy, not as an ultimate problem solver. And because her husband believed she was just a girl, he was free to really love her too. Neither needed the other to make everything okay. They were simply content to have good company through life’s conflicts. I thought that was beautiful.
—  Donald Miller | A Million Miles in a Thousand Years