when me and my friends talk about wedding proposals it always comes up because like it is amazing

married part 3- h.s imagine

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part 2


Niall opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it. You rolled your eyes as you stared at him from across the kitchen counter. Niall furrowed his eyebrows as he placed his hand on his chin. He shook his head and leaned against the counter. “Alright. Tell me again exactly what she said.”

You let out a sigh as you leaned your hands against the counter. “She basically told me to fuck off, Niall.” Niall shook his head and sat down on one of the bar stools. “I just can’t believe Kimberly would say something like that to you.” You sighed as you sat on the seat next to his. You leaned your head against your arm. “I can’t believe it either.”

“So did you tell Harry?” Niall asked. You shook your head, “No. And I’m not planning on telling him either. I can’t tell him that he married-”

“The wicked bitch of London?” Niall interrupted, lips quirking up in a smile. You let out a chuckle as you gently punched him in the arm. “I’m serious, Niall. It’ll break his heart knowing Kimberly’s capable of saying something like that to someone. Promise me you won’t tell him?” Niall shrugged his shoulders as he got up to grab something from the fridge. “I guess, Y/N. But he’ll find out eventually. What’s he gonna think when his best friend suddenly stops talking to him?”

You groaned as you placed your head on the counter. “It’s not like I was going to do anything to hurt the marriage. I respect Harry too much to ever jeopardize it. But now I feel like I did overstep my boundaries, that’s why Kimberly wants me out of the picture.”

Niall turned around from looking in the fridge, a bottle of water in his hands. “You did nothing wrong, Y/N. You’re Harry’s best friend. Just because he’s married, that’s never going to change. Kimberly’s just insecure that her marriage is in the runs.”

You rubbed your face with your hands, clearly exhausted of the situation. “Out of all the people I could’ve fell in love with, why Harry?” You let out a laugh at how ironic your life was. “I just had to be the stereotypical girl who falls in love with her best friend.”

Niall smiled, sitting back down next to you as he placed his arm around you. “Harry’s just a great guy. Every girl is bound to fall in love with him. At least you have the privilege of being his best friend?” Niall tried assuring you, giving your shoulder a squeeze. You leaned your head against Niall’s shoulder and puffed out your cheeks, “I hate my life.”


With yet another promise from Niall that things were going to work out in the end for you, Niall left your apartment. You were sitting on your bed, scrolling through your Facebook feed. You sighed as you saw another post from Harry’s honeymoon. You leaned your head against the bed frame as you clicked on Harry’s name. You started looking through his most recent pictures. A lot of the photos were either from his honeymoon or his wedding. You tried not to wince as you would stumble upon pictures of him and Kimberly kissing. You were basically looking at Harry’s timeline in his photos. There were pictures from when he proposed to Kimberly, pictures of them at a Coldplay concert, pictures of them eating crazy looking food, pictures of them on the bed snuggling. Just pictures of them.

You laughed as you landed on the next picture, your hand covering your mouth.

You smiled at Harry as he placed a small cake in front of you. He sat down in front of you, a smile so wide, you were afraid his dimples would somehow burst. “This is my first time trying out this cake recipe, love, so bare with me if it’s not good.” Harry said as he began lighting candles on the cake.

You shook your head, a smile still on your face. “It looks absolutely amazing, H.” Harry looked over at you and smiled. He looked at the clock on the wall and noticed the time. “And now, it’s officially your birthday.”

Since you and Harry were twelve, he’s always made sure to be the first to tell you Happy Birthday. As your best friend, it was his sole purpose to do so. Every year, Harry would make you a cake, from scratch, and would sing you happy birthday. You guys would eat cake in your pajamas while watching Sixteen Candles and eat even more cake for breakfast in the morning. It was a perfect tradition you’d hope would never end.

Your eyes glanced over to the caption. On this day, my beautiful best friend came into this world. I will always remain thankful for this day. I will always love you.

You bit your bottom lip, rereading the caption what felt like a million times. You couldn’t help but wonder how your birthday will be this year. It was only in a couple of weeks. Would Harry still come over? Should he even come over? With everything Kimberly said, is it right for him to come over? You grabbed one of the pillows placed on your bed and screamed into it. With your head still in the pillow, your laptop began to ring. You looked over to see your mom was trying to FaceTime you. “Just what I needed” you mumbled. You plastered on the most phony smile to exist. “Hey mom.”

Your mom smiled, “Oh, honey! How lovely it is to see you!” You shook your head, letting out a giggle. “I saw you at the wedding, mom.” Your mom shook her head, a look of concern appearing on her face. “How are you doing, sweetie?” Besides Niall, your mom was the only one that knew of your feelings for Harry. How could she not? She was your mother. Your mom would always tell her friends that she knew you and Harry would be married someday. She loved your friendship and she loved how Harry respected you. It’s what every parent dreams for their child. When she got the invitation to his wedding, she was absolutely shattered for her daughter. She immediately called you only to be met with you sobbing on the other side of the line.

You shrugged your shoulders, pushing your hair behind your ears. “I’m fine.” Your mom shook her head. “You’re not. And it’s okay if you aren’t.”

You sighed as you stared at the computer screen. “It’s over, mom. He’s married. I can’t do anything but be supportive for him.” Your mom pursed her lips, nodding her head. “Well, Y/N. The reason why I called was because I want you to go out-”

You groaned, interrupting her. “Mom. Please. The last thing I want to do is go on a date.” Your mom let out a sigh.

“Y/N. Harry’s married.” You shook your head slowly as your eyes shifted away from the screen. Your mother continued, “And from looking at how happy he was at the wedding and listening to his vows…Y/N, he’s going to be married for a long time.” You sniffed, trying not to tear up in front of your mom.

Your mom looked down at her hand, looking at her wedding ring. “Every mother wants that for her child. They want to see them in love. They want to see their wedding. I want that for you, Y/N. As your mother, I can’t stand back and watch you hurting.”

You looked back at the computer screen, a tear falling down. “Let yourself be happy.” Your mom whispered on the other side. Your head shot down in defeat. She was right. A moment of silence passed before you whispered, “Alright.”


Lucas was…nice. He did everything you were supposed to do on a first date. He asked about your family, he asked about your job, he asked about your hobbies. He pulled out your chair for you at dinner, he held open the door for you, he paid for dinner. Lucas was a proper gentleman. You couldn’t help but think you needed someone like Lucas. As harsh as it sounds, Lucas was your distraction from Harry.

“Well this is me.” You said as you nodded towards your apartment building. Lucas nodded as he followed your gaze. “Is it alright if I walk you towards your door?”

You smiled, nodding your head. As you and Lucas were walking towards your door, you let out a laugh as Lucas was telling you about accidentally walking into his brother “handling” his business in his room.

Your laughter halted as you saw Harry standing in front of your door. He was staring between you and Lucas with his arms crossed. “Harry? What are you doing here?” Harry stared at Luke before he turned to look at you. “Can I talk to you?”

Lucas cleared his throat, catching on the tension. “I should probably get going, Y/N. I had a really great time.” You turned to look at Lucas and gave him a small smile, nodding. “I did, too.” You leaned over and gave him a hug. As Lucas returned the hug, you couldn’t help but feel Harry throwing daggers at you. Lucas cleared his throat once more as he nodded towards Harry and walked back towards the elevators.

As soon as you opened your apartment door, Harry was quick to ask, “Who was that?” You ignored his question, taking your heels off. “What did you need to talk about, Harry?”

Harry cleared his throat, crossing his arms once again. “Were you on a date?” You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Yes. Ok, yes, Harry. I was on a date.”

Harry let out a scoff. “That explains why you wouldn’t answer my texts.” You rolled your eyes as you began pouring yourself a glass of wine. “Well I’m sorry my life doesn’t revolve around you.”

Harry closed his mouth, a slight pang of hurt on his face. He shook his head. “I just wanted to tell you that me and Kimberly got into our first fight today. I really needed you, Y/N.” You stared into the wine glass, your mind zoning off as Harry went on about the fight.

“I just need you to tell me what to do.” Harry said. You quickly came back to your senses. “I’m sorry, H. I got none of that.” Harry let out a sigh. He was already frustrated enough with Kimberly and being ignored by you wasn’t making it any better. “Damn it, Y/N. Stop thinking about that guy and pay attention to me.”

This time it was your turn to let out a scowl. “I’m sorry Harry that I wasn’t listening to you go on about your wife. Why would I want to hear your problems in your marriage when I’m having problems myself?”

Harry threw his arms out, “You’re supposed to be my best friend! You’re supposed to be listening to my problems and help!”

“My life doesn’t revolve around you, Harry!”

Harry looked away from you, shaking his head. He realized he was being needy but you’ve never had a problem with it before. You were always happy to help him whenever you could. He couldn’t help but think it was because you had a potential guy in your future. He doesn’t know who that guy was, how many dates you guys have been on, or how much you liked him. What he did know was you didn’t look right with that guy.

Harry placed his hand on the door knob before he looked at you. “You’re right. I’m sorry I ruined your night.”

“Wait, H-” You closed your eyes as the door shut. You wrapped your arms around yourself, hating that you were so harsh to Harry. You were about to run after him but you couldn’t help but thinking about what Kimberly said. You knew you shouldn’t let her words get into her head. Why is she just now having a problem with your friendship with Harry when they’ve been together for two years now? You let out a sigh as you sat on your kitchen barstool. You couldn’t help but think about what it would be like from Kimberly’s shoes. You would be insecure as well if your husband had a best friend that has feelings for him. But you weren’t the type of person to jeopardize a marriage, why couldn’t she see that? You leaned your head against your hand. You didn’t know what to do anymore.

When Harry stepped into the elevator, his eyes were staring at your door, expecting you to run after him. When your door made no movement of opening, Harry looked down at the floor as the elevator doors closed.


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My Fake Boyfriend Epilogue

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1645

Warnings:, A lot of fluffy.

@drinkfantasy thank you so much for being my beta. You are the best. And thank you @amrita31199 .

You look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your makeup. You can’t believe that this day is finally here, today is the day that you would become Mrs. Barnes. After a year of dating and a six-month engagement, this day is finally here.

“Don’t you look precious?”. Your grandmother remarks , turning around you smile at her , drying the tears on her face. “Please, don’t cry, if you start crying I will start crying too… again and this would be the third time today.” She smiles at you, you can see the pride in her eyes. “Are you nervous? Marriage is a big deal, I wanted to run away on my second marriage.” She says taking a sip of her glass of champagne.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, I love Bucky and I trust him with my life.” You calmly respond and it is true, you don’t doubt Bucky’s love for you. Other things might scare you but never your love for Bucky.

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tskazane  asked:

omg i just read your heart disease prompt and i am devastated so I wanna request another angsty prompt where MC has terminal illness and on her last day, Jumin sneaked her out to the chapel and they exchange rings and wedding vows. ((MC passes away when they kiss)) i hope you have a good day cause im gonna go cry in the corner now. thnak you i love you

I’m actually going to cry I was so close to finishing this and I was working on it for hours and it crASHED my crops are dying my family is starving

I’ll still do the request, however, It might not be as good as the original and I’m soo sorry!!!! I love you too though hun!! Have a fantastic day and enjoy <3

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You were sick.

Doctors hadn’t a clue of what it was, theories and ideas springing up with each new specialist entering your life.

But nothing that truly answered your question.

Perhaps because they couldn’t bare to tell you so.

And perhaps, Jumin knew that.

Each time they’d spring up another possibility the worry would sink deeper into his gaze, his arm coiling about you as though as long as that hand remained so did you.

Yet nonetheless, you two were just as inseparable as you always had been, whenever one went, the other followed. 

You had once spoken of a wedding, reciting vows to one another late in the night, snickering and laughing embarrassedly as you changed and edited the words.

Jumin however, became more so frustrated than anything.

“It’s not enough,” He muttered, erasing away at the scribbles on the paper, huffing as he ran his fingers through his hair. 

“What’s not enough?” You asked, leaning over him, a gentle palm resting on his back. “What’re you talking about?”

“This,” He pointed to the paper. “It’s not enough! it doesn’t say enough!”

“What does it not say enough of?”

“It doesn’t say how much I love you not truly,” He huffed. “I know it can’t be put into words b-but I would hope it could at least capture a fraction of it!” 

That had amazed you.

Even as you began to wither away, confined to a bed with brittle bones, and a heavy chest he seemed to only adore you more and more with each passing day.

He would simply be getting ready in the morning, setting up his tie when he’d look at you.

And as though seeing a flower bloom for the first time, he’d smile.

“Darling, is it just me or are you getting more beautiful every day?” He sighed approaching you as you sat up, pressing a kiss to his nose.

“I think it’s just you.”

“I don’t agree.” He cooed. “Not in the slightest.”

He moved his workspace to the bedroom to be with you, sharing amusing tales of his first days with you, unable to hide his delight as you’d erupt into laughter, only having to stop when your throat grew hoarse.

And during the nights when your fears would take over, he’d hold you close to him, fingers weaving through your hair calmly as he spoke to you.

“It’ll be okay dear,” He hummed, looking to you with that same familiar, kind glint others didn’t see. “It’ll be okay I promise. This will pass.” 

It didn’t.

Your once merely heavy breaths were weighed down by cinder blocks now, your voice hardly ever breaking above a whisper, risking a fire igniting in your throat.

Your limbs were flimsy and thin like sticks by this point, more fragile than a leaf, the slightest pressure threatened to leave you in shambles.

But somehow, Jumin found a way to light up your world.

He had a habit of doing that. 

He came home from work, as usual, twisting around to the bed, eyes wide with anticipation as he spoke, ribboning his hand with yours.

“Love, can you stand?” 

“Can I…what…?” You rasped, looking up confusedly. 

“Please, can you stand?”

“Maybe…” You sat up, feeling your muscles heave at the sudden movement.

Jumin instantly came to your aide, grabbing onto your arm, helping you as you rose, tightening his hold as you staggered forward, landing on him.

“It’s okay dear, I’ve got you,” He assured you, a peculiar excitement budding in him. “Come on, let’s go.” 

He led you down the steps, carrying you to Driver Kim’s car, setting you down beside him. 

Driver Kim gave you a polite dip of his head, greeting you fondly as an old friend would.

“Where…where are we going?” You questioned, peering forward, crinkling your nose. 

“It’s a surprise.” 

“A surprise…? Why?”

“I think it’s a bit more special this way.” 

You had continued to ask him questions here and there, Jumin clearly humored by your attempts yet not speaking a word.

Yet the answer had soon been revealed as you arrived.

A chapel.

Your eyes had widened like saucers at the sight of it, your jaw dropping. 

“J-Jumin I…” You let out a deep breath, in disbelief. “I didn’t even get to finish my vows.” 

“I know I spoke of having a grand and enormous wedding for you to show how precious you are to me but I…” He took your hands in his own, squeezing them tenderly. “I can’t help but think that as much as I’d like to think, we may not have all the time in the world, and all I want to do is to love you, to be with you.”

He laughed sheepishly, a hint of shininess in his eyes.

“I want to marry you.” 

He let out a deep breath, pure happiness in his voice.

“So MC, will you marry me?”

He had proposed before.

It had been late in the night, lights decorating the world around you as he knelt down, sincerity laced in his words, even through his flustered features.

Now the lights were dim and few, but the emotion was still just as prominent on him.

And just as then, your heart soared.

“Yes! Yes, of course, I will!” 

He chuckled, still in awe, kissing your knuckles before ushering you out, keeping you close as you stepped inside.

At the very end of the walkway, a priest stood, giving a small wave to Jumin.

“Hello Mr. Han, I assume this is your fiance?” 

“It is, MC, meet Mr. Cho, he’s going to marry us.” He explained. “I spoke with him last night.” 

“It’s an honor to meet you,” He greeted. “From what I’ve heard from Jumin, I think it’s clear to see how well of a match you both are.” 

“Thank you.” 

You followed along just before Mr. Cho, Jumin commenting on little things here and there to make you giggle.

It worked.

Simply just hearing him speak left you happy somehow.

He had a habit of doing that.

Even as Mr. Cho began, you never once pried your sight away from Jumin, the two of you seeming brighter than the very sun.

Yet your body began to crumble.

“A marriage is not measured by it’s size or its cost, but by the two who are wed. If their words are said in earnest and if their love for one another is true are what truly matters. Knowing that the care behind the promises will not fade with time, and that the hopes and dreams of one become the hopes and dreams of the other. Marriage is when two hearts become one, and when two souls become one as well, each supporting the other through this life and the next.” 

He glanced to Jumin, grinning.

“And I think it’s clear that your hearts became one, long ago.” 

Jumin stifled a laugh, his eyes glimmering with a shine that wasn’t sad but overwhelmed with delight unlike any other. 

You hadn’t even realized you were crying.

But you were.

“Jumin, do you take MC to be your wife, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish her friendship and love her today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor her, laugh with her and cry with her? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?” 

He didn’t even hesitate, nodding. 

“I do.” 

Mr. Cho repeated the same to you, hints of his words blurring out in your head yet, all the same, connected, a warmth erupting in your chest. 

The rings were revealed, simple engravings with words lined on the inside.

‘My heart travels with yours’

“With these rings, you intertwine your lives as a symbol of the connection between your souls, when you look at these rings I hope you are not only reminded of this day but of each day that was brightened beside each other,” Mr. Cho, softened. “You may recite your vows.” 

Jumin placed the ring on your shaking finger, steadying in his palm, only focused on him as he spoke. 

“I vow to show you each and every day how you have changed my life in a way I could have never imagined. I know it can never truly add up to what you have done for me but I will spend each moment here on this earth to support you and to have you know that you are the absolute most precious thing in my life,” He chuckled. “As much as Elizabeth 3rd might be jealous. Nothing can compare to you.” 

And he began to cry.

It was silent, but the tears slipped from his eyes.

A bit of him must have known, your legs hardly able to keep yourself up, the world around you beginning to meld into one, the thumping and pumping of blood throughout your veins banging in your mind.

Yet as you placed on his ring, the words spilled out without effort. 

“I vow to do whatever I can each and every day to make those rough days a little better, to make you smile, and laugh, to let you rest and feel human, even if only for a while. I vow to shower you with adoration, even if it is only a fraction in comparison to what you’ve given me. I vow, to make you happy.” 

“Then, it is with great honor, that I pronounce you husband in wife,” He sighed, lightly. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Whatever little strength you had, evaporated as you stepped forward, Jumin’s arms wrapping around you, a hand cupping your cheek, wiping away a few of the tears.

And as if he knew, he whispered those familiar words to you one last time.

“I love you so much.” 

And as he sealed the space between you, you were barely able to respond before your last bits of life were snatched away.

A bit of you was glad you didn’t witness the aftermath, the realization quickly setting in, as he would let out a sob, rocking you in his arms, begging to you beneath his breath for you to come back.

You would’ve if you were able.

You would’ve never left in the first place.

Despite this, all of you was glad you left as you did.

With the common words, you said to one another every day.

“I love you too.” 

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're still doing any more but 63 if you feel up to it :)

“It’s not what it looks like!”


“Will you marry me?”

(Combined 17 with another request for 63.)

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Everyone around them is getting married. Audrey and Ben’s wedding was last month, Jane and Chad’s is just around the corner, and Carlos and Jay are tying the knot in less than a month. Evie though? Evie isn’t even engaged. She plans the weddings and gushes with the brides, but she has yet to feel the same happiness all their friends do. She has thought about proposing to Mal on multiple occasions but marriage is something her girlfriend has always sneered at. So, Evie keeps her mouth shut and moves on quietly with her life. There’s a part of her that’s afraid, she’s terrified that Mal just doesn’t want to settle down with her. She’s afraid that this whole blissful thing they’ve had for the last six years is going to blow up in her face.


“Are you cooking?”


Evie jumps as she turns to see Carlos eagerly poking his head into the room, “I am. What are you doing here?”


“Jay and Mal ran off to go do something.” Carlos shrugs as he scuffles over to peek into the pan that Evie is slowly stirring. “You’re making homemade spaghetti? Can I stay and eat? Please? You’re the only one who cooks homemade meals.”


“Of course.” Evie laughs.


“Sweet.” Carlos beams as he dips his finger into the sauce before he pops his finger into his mouth with a satisfied hum. “So good.”


Evie grins as she focuses on keeping the sauce from sticking to the pan, “Where did Mal go? She didn’t even say goodbye.”


“I dunno. She just grabbed Jay and left.” Carlos shrugs. “Maybe it has something to do with the wedding?”


“Cute. I highly doubt Mal would involve herself in a wedding.” Evie scoffs as she furrows her brow. “I don’t even think she’d want to talk about our own wedding…if we ever get married.”


“What do you mean?” Carlos frowns as he jumps onto the counter.


“She’s just…weird about that stuff.” Evie explains as she scrunches her nose. “She never wants to talk about it, and if I bring it up then she somehow manages to change the subject. I just feel like marriage isn’t something she wants.”


“But you’re Evie and Mal. You’ve been through hell and back together.” Carlos points out with wide, confused eyes. “You’re supposed to get married and prove to all of us that love exists.”


“Carlos, you’re getting married in a month,” Evie giggles as she rolls her eyes. “I’m pretty sure you already know what love is.”


Carlos gives a goofy smile, “Yeah.”


“I don’t know.” Evie sighs as her own smile slowly slides away. “I think marriage just isn’t in the cards for Mal and I.”


-


“That is…gigantic.” Mal breathes out.


Jay nods with wide eyes, “Whoa.”


“I mean, do you think she’ll like it?” Mal murmurs.


“This is Evie we’re talking about. The bigger, the better.” Jay chuckles as he glances to a wide eyed Mal. “You good?”


“I’m really going to do this.” Mal breathes out as she continues to stare at the engagement ring before her cheeks flush in shock. “I’m…I am actually going to ask Evie to marry me.”


“It’s not as scary as you think.” Jay shrugs. “I was terrified when I started thinking about proposing to Carlos, but my mom sat me down and talked to me about love and stuff and I realized it was definitely what I wanted. You love her, right?”


“Of course.” Mal scoffs. “More than anything.”


“Then what are you so afraid of? I mean, all that changes is her last name and her title. She’ll go from being your girlfriend to your wife.” Jay points as he nudges her and watches a grin play at her lips. “So, what do you think?”


“I think that I need to talk to Adam.” Mal sighs.


Jay beams excitedly, “Awesome.”


-


Mal sips her coffee as she looks through the magazines that Evie had bought for Jane. It kind of amazes her how much thought and planning apparently went into a wedding; there were flowers, venues, wedding cakes, table toppers, dresses, and invitations. Personally, all Mal wants is to be able to marry Evie in an intimate ceremony where they don’t have to worry about impressing anyone. She wants their day to be about them, and not about the royals that will flock to the wedding. Mal runs her fingers over a small section about wedding dresses and she can’t help but wonder what Evie’s will look like and how her blue hair will fall.


“Planning a wedding, babe?”


Mal is quick to jump her hand away from the magazine, “This isn’t what it looks like…”


“So, you weren’t looking at the bridal magazines I bought for Jane?” Evie teases as she brushes past Mal and presses a kiss to her cheeks.


“Well, I mean…” Mal trails off with a wince. “I was just thinking how stupid it all is. All that fuss for one day? What’s the point?”


Evie deflates as she forces a smile, “Totally.”


Mal cringes as Evie slowly leaves the room with a somber expression. With a groan, she drops her head to the counter and tries to remind herself that in four days she’ll be proposing. As much as she hates seeing Evie upset, she has a plan and she’s going to stick to it. With a determined breath, she lifts her head once more and reaches for the magazine as she flips back to the section discussing floral arrangements.


-


“Will you marry me?”


“No.”


Mal groans in frustration, “Audrey, come on.”


“That was the worst proposal, you had absolutely not emotion in your voice.” Audrey scolds as she folds her arms across her chest. “Mal, just think about how much you love her. Think about how happy she makes you.”


Jane nods along, “Just tell her about all the things you see when you look at her.”


“That’s a good start.” Lonnie hums.


“But don’t be too sappy.” Carlos offers with a shrug.


Mal swallows hard as she looks down at the blue ring box in her hand; she’s planning to propose later on that night, she has an entire date night set up at the lake where their first date was. Everything is perfect, except Mal can’t get the proposal down. She wants Evie to be able to gush about it, she wants it to be romantic, because that is exactly what Evie deserves. But every time she opens her mouth, every time the words choke their way up, they never seem good enough. She could go on for hours about Evie and all the things she loved about her, but Mal is afraid that if she starts then she probably won’t ever stop.


“Evelyn Isabelle,” Mal whispers as she lowers herself to one knee in front of Audrey. “The first time I saw you, I think my entire world lit up for the first time. I can’t say it was love at first fight, but it was something. And that something? That something just kept growing until you buried yourself so deep into my cold heart that I could feel it slowly beginning to thaw out.”


For a moment, Mal is able to replace Audrey’s face with Evie’s and a goofy smile appears on her face as she blushes.


“You are my constant, my strength. You have, and always will be, my main priority. Your needs are my needs, your wants are my wants, and I will forever ensure that all of them are met.” Mal nods, and she clears her throat as a lump appears. “I love you, and I will always love you. You taught me what this was, what it meant to be genuinely happy. I never want to be without you. You are the other half of my heart.”


Mal sucks in a breath and cracks open the ring box.


“Will you marry me?”


“Yes!”


The four voices snap her from her spell and she blinks in slight shock as she looks at four pairs of eyes that glisten with tears. Immediately, Mal grows uncomfortable as she quickly fumbles from her knee and awkwardly rubs the back of her head. She feels exposed, like she has let others see a side of her that was meant only for Evie. With a forced scowl, Mal snaps the ring box shut and shoves it deep in her pocket as she flashes her eyes from each person in the room.


“So?”


“Mal, that was beautiful.” Jane breathes out with wide eyes.


Carlos sniffles, “You were on fire, girl.”


“It was stunning, Mal.” Lonnie assures her.


“You’ve got this.” Audrey smiles. “There’s no way she’ll say no.”


Mal wraps her hand around the ring box, and silently hopes Audrey is right.

Clinging to This Hating Game: Epilogue + Masterpost

For the @prompt-a-klainefic blog’s 2017 Reverse Bang

Link to the art by @datshitrandom

the prompt:

Kurt and Blaine couldn’t stand each other in high school, maybe one was a jock/cheerleader and the other a nerd/glee clubber. Or they were bitter rivals for competition solos if they were both in glee club. Now they both live in NY and their friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they went to the same high school.

High School AU, Cheerio!Kurt, Jock!Blaine (we’re a bit past high school now, though)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings (for the story overall):  some bullying and homophobic language, teenage sex. 
Warnings (for the Epilogue): Schmoop.
Word Count: ~1350 (this chapter)

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Notes:

Thanks to @mshoneysucklepink for helping me drive this thing. She’s really the best beta a gal could want.

This is the end :-). Thanks for the support!

Epilogue

“Kurt! We are going to be late!” Blaine stood near the door to Kurt’s apartment, jingling keys in his pocket. After two years Kurt’s ‘get ready’ time seemed to be getting longer rather than shorter.

“I’m almost ready!” Kurt’s voice sing-songed out of the bedroom.

Blaine zipped up their respective tuxedo bags, triple checking that they each had everything they needed. “That’s good because it would not look good for both the Best Man and the Man of Honor to be late for the wedding.”

“Whatever.” Kurt came sailing out of the bedroom, looking stunning in a pair of cloud patterned jeans and a plain white button down that somehow emphasized Kurt’s shoulders so well Blaine’s mouth actually watered. “Mercedes will just think we were fooling around and lost track of time.”

Blaine smirked. “And she would be right. Hey -” He pulled Kurt in for a quick kiss. “You look gorgeous.”

“Mmmm, so do you.” Blaine’s heart skipped a tiny beat when Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders, deepening the kiss. “But you always look gorgeous.”

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Future Part 60

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Words: 1247

Summary: Jensen and the Reader video chat with both their parents to tell them of their engagement, and continue to get ready for Season 3 filming. 

Part 60 in The Future Series.  Read Part 34 here, Part 35 here, Part 36 here, Part 37 here, Part 38 here,Part 39 here,Part 40 here,Part 41 here, Part 42 here, Part 43 here, Part 44 here, Part 45 here, Part 46 here, Part 47 here, Part 48 here, Part 49 here, Part 50 here, Part 51 here, Part 52 here, Part 53 here, Part 54 here, Part 55 here, Part 56 here, Part 57 herePart 58 here, Part 59 here.

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Realize -- Chapter Twenty-Nine “The End”

Tom HiddlestonxReader

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Leaving Home - Happy x Reader

Request:  Happy x Reader drabble nr 2. ?

Warning: Fluffiness (if this is an warning) and slightly sexual talk

2.  “Sweet dreams.” - “They will be if they’re of you.”

Originally posted by theflyingsquabbit

You laid down on the bed and covered yourself with a bed sheet. You were far away from Charming, on the other side of United States acually. In your real home. You had been born in New York and moved to Charming after you got married with your one and only, Happy Lowman. You met him in Tacoma. You were visiting your family there, father’s brother who had two daughters and son. You had been thinking about moving there for your college but one night, when your older couisn Lilith took you with her to met her boyfriend, all your plans come unstuck. Lilith’s boyfriend was a biker, from Washington’s charter. It wasn’t really your kind of company. Every man covered in leather, tattoos, smelling like whiskey with lots of ladies around. After few drinks you decided to come back home. You felt like an passenger there. Lilith haven’t acually paid attention to you, being busy with her biker and you barely knew anyone. You told your couisn you’re heading home and you left club house, taking your steps to gate. And there you saw him. Happy was leaning against his bike, far away from the rest of the people. You passed him and you left club area. Few minutes later you heard bike’s roar and there he was. Happy on his bike.

“You need a ride?” He asked and you nodded a minute later.

This is how you met him. Your relationship run in blistering pace. You were staying at your family place for a month, to find a place, work but it turned out that you spend all your time with Happy. What was more surprising? Happy proposed to you shortly before you had to leave. You two decided to live together in Charming. Local charter decided to give Happy its patch and you two wanted to start your life there. You also get quick wedding there in charter. There were only few Happy’s friends, no family. After you came back to New York, you packed your stuff and left to Charming. You never have been close with your family so you had no coscience to leave them. They always loved your sister more. And they barely paid attention to you. All you told them was that you were going to live in Charming because you met someone. Nothing more.

But after few years you needed to get back to New York, for your sister’s wedding. She was whey younger then you and it was a huge event. Now, you were in your old bedroom, in your parent’s house. You and Happy decided that you will go alone, mostly because of that you hadn’t too much money and even your trip was a huge gap in your budget. You missed your Old Man so much.

Without a notice you run your fingers over your tattoo. It was a large crow on your right hip which Happy made not long after you moved to Charming.

You took your phone from a shelf and looked at time.

2.43

And you still couldn’t sleep. For last four years you had your own house and your husband who were sleeping next to you most of night, exept time when he was on the run. You were so annoyed with all this things going around with your family and also so exited because you wanted to tell something to your Old Man.

You turned on messeges and text to Happy.

“Are ye sleeping, handsome?”

He texted back almost immedia3taly.

“No. We can talk if you want babygirl”

So you called him.

“Hello my Quinn.” You heard his raspy voice and smiled to yourself.

“Hello my King. How  was your day?”

“Busy. Lots of work around the club. And yours?”

“Busy, more annoying. I need to listening to my mother, sister and her fucking friends. It’s like some kind of  cult where everything is about flowerrrs, super handsome footbal’s players from high school and freaking perfect children. It’s so frustrating. And I miss you so much. I just want to be back home and cuddle with you. Away from this charade.”

“And I miss you, baby girl. And so is Lucky. He haven’t left his coop since you left exept for some food and short walk. He miss you so much.”

Lucky was your dog. Happy brought him home one night. He told you where he find him. Place were awful people were making money from dog’s fights. Poor creatures. Lucky was amazing friend for you two. He was an white American Staffordshire terrier. Everybody loved him. Escpecially Tig. You’ve got Lucky for two years now and you were praying to have him as long as possible.

“Poor baby. I can’t wait to pet him.”

“So is he.” He laught.

“I wanted to tell you something Hap. It’s not really something I should tell you over the phone but I can’t wait the to the day after tommorow.”

“So? What is it, darlin’?”

“I had made a test today.”

“What test?”

“That kind of test that you need to pee on and it’s showing you one or two lines.”

“Like a pregnancy test?” You smiled widely to yourself.

“Yes, babe.”

“Ughm…and? How many lines it shows?” You could hear an exciment in his voice. 

“Two.” You said finally and you could hear sigh of relief. 

“Oh my…baby it’s amazing. Oh…you are incredible you know that? I love you so much.”

“I know Hap…I love you too. So, so much.” You felt tears under your eyelids. You two were trying to have a child for few months now. You decided about having baby Lowman one night when you two were babysitting little Abel. And here finally it works out.

“I can’t wait until you come back home. God, I want to get on a next plane and see you.”

“I wish I could be there with you. I could wait to tell you at home, but I was to exited.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m so happy you’ve told me. I can’t wait to tell boys.”

“Me too. But can you wait until I come back? And maybe we should for some time? I don’t know for one hundred per cent and also I don’t know which week is it…you know, in case that something wouldn’t turn out good…”

“Okay, whatever you wish, Y/N. You really should go sleep now. You need good rest and it’s a middle of the night in New York.”

“I know i should but I can’t. My bed is so cold, it’s doesn’t smell like in our house, thoese people from posters are looking at me…”

“Mm…your bedroom? I would like to see it. Just imagine it. If we were knew each other in time when you were teenager I would sneak into your bedroom to fuck this pretty little pussy of yours.”

“Happy…shut up. You’re on the other side of the States and you’re making me horny.” You whispered, just in case that someone had been eavesdropping.

“I am?” You could hear his smile in that sentence.

“Yes you do and you fucking know that. Anyway I really should go sleep. At least try. I need to wake up at 7.”

“I will try to sleep to. But before that I think I will have a little date with my hand and thought of my baby girl in her bedroom far away from me.”

“You’re so cruel Lowman.” You gasped quietly.

You smiled. “Happy? Can you not hang up yet? I will turn on the speaker and lay a phone on pillow? Just for a little while?”

“Of course, whatever you like.”

You laid phone next to your head and turn on your side.

Sweet dreams, baby.” You heard on the other side.

They will be if they’re of you.” You smiled again. “And Hap? No touching while we are on the phone.”

“Too late, darling.” He smirked.

Can I Do This?~ Part 2

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Note : My heart still hurts…

Part 1

 You nod.

“ Yes Scurll I’ll be there”  

He sighed in relief, but then his face changed as he remembered that you loved to cook. He snapped his fingers before asking if you would cater his wedding. Of course, you mumbled out a yes but your head screamed no. What were you doing? 

“ You have no idea how much this means to me” Marty smiles bringing you into his arms, hugging you. Oh the feeling of his arms around you felt the safest place you could be. You tried so hard not to hold him too long but couldn’t help as you smelled his shirt. It smelled so good. You used to wear his shirts and he loved seeing you in them. 

“ You’ve made this so much easier Y/N, thank you so much. Your amazing” pulling away from the hug rubbing his thumb in circles on your forearms. It seemed so easy to just say yes to him because you still loved him. You’d do anything to make sure he’s happy. 

“ I’m happy to help, it’s going to be so much fun!” you gave him a fake smile.
“ Oh! I took one of your cakes that you made for me before to Olivia and she loves it, I always love your cooking and I trust you with the menu but more for her liking” Marty nods, thinking about his fiancee. 

Your lips went into a thine line. Right. This was for her. Not him. All about her. Her day. Her. Her. Her. 

Who was her? Olivia Drake. She was much different from you, she had it all. Marty met her in Japan when he was there. When he told you the story how they met, you tuned him out. 

You didn’t want to know. You have met her, and she disliked you right away. She wasn’t a peach herself with her “ as if’s” and whining. The look that Marty was giving her was the way he looked at you. 

He was in love. With her. Not you. You were the past and she was his future. Why was Marty marrying such a women? All she does is fix her make up, pushes her chest out and even Kenny hates her. He rolls his eyes at her talking, sometimes imitating her to make you laugh. 

But the flashback from the break up keeps coming back to you. Letting Marty go seemed so easy. It felt like he took your hear with him when he walked out the door. You were shocked when Olivia skipped to you yelling how Marty proposed and showed you the ring.

“ I got to go, Olivia is waiting for me and I’m going to tell her that your the chef for the wedding. She’s going to be so excited. Thank you again darlin’ for doing this!” he reached for one more hug before placing a kiss on your forehead and walked out the door of your apartment. 

You sat on the couch putting your head in your hands. What did you just do? Couldn’t you just say no to him? No matter how much you tried to tell him no, there was no taking it back. He was going to be crushed if you changed your mind. Even if your heart sank to your stomach into little shatter pieces, you had to be strong. 

This was going to be a ride. 

Days pass, you find yourself holding a hot steaming coffee as you talk to Kenny about your day. He decided to share something with you that he thought was interesting, but you tuned him out. Focusing on just wanted to tell him to shut up. You don’t mean to be mean or rude but you were annoyed with every little thing around you today. 

“ I’m sorry Kenny, I had a tough day. Can we talk later?” He nods telling you he understand, he kisses your cheek watching you leave. The ride back home to your place was quite, you usually put on some music but not today. Since Marty asked you to be at his wedding especially the cater for it, it never left your mind. All in your mind you were thinking you were going to be professional about it and try to keep yourself together. But who were you kidding? 

And another thing, your best friend Willow was bound to hunt you down and ask question to why Marty stumbling back into your life with this. You couldn’t just avoid her, she knew where you lived and knew how to get information out of you. If you hide things from Willow, you better watch it. She can throw her own information that would shock you. 

When you opened the door to your apartment, you nearly dropped your keys seeing the brunette locks of Willow’s head as she sat in your living room waiting for you to come home.

“ About time” she said turning her head to look at you. 

“ Hey to you to two” you nodded putting your jacket in the closet and slipping off your shoes before plopping down next to her on the couch. She keeps looking at you, waiting for you to say something,” Well..?” 

“ What?” you ask, rising your eyebrow as your hands stretch above your head as you yawn.

“ Want to tell me about why Marty is asking you to cater his wedding?” you felt uncomfortable from her gaze. Her eyes were in slits and she spatted through her teeth. She found that Marty broke your heart and that you would never find love because of him. She disliked him for hurting you like this. 

“ He wants me to…?”

“ No. No. Please say you didn’t” when you didn’t give her an answer, she shook her head. 

“ Y/N, no…” her voice rose. 

“ I can’t just refuse…” 

“ Yes you can, “ Hey Marty, I can’t come to the wedding because I still love you” Simple” she turns off the tv before facing you again. “ There is no way your cooking for her wedding” when Willow said “ her” she shivered in disgust.
“ well I already told him I was” 

“ Y/N! She yelled before closing her eyes and sighing, “ Did you start planning yet? Just tell him you changed your mind. What the big deal?”

“ I can’t do that to him Willow! He would be hurt!” she rolled her eyes leaning back on the couch. 

“ And he didn’t hurt you?” She’s staring again, “ Y/N, not to be rude but you were a mess, the break up was mutual my ass. You cried your eyes out for a month and a half. I had to drag your ass out of bed to get you back out there.

“ Willow..”you stop her, with hurt behind your voice. Her eyes go wide as she realizes what she’s done. She had opened to the door that you were trying hard to close, the wounds that were healing slowly. She moved over to you pulling you into a hug. 

“ You still love him” 

“ NO! NO! Did I say no?” you lied. “ Were just friends and I’m helping him with the food part” 

“ You can lie all you want Y/N but your aren’t fooling me. Were best friends and I see right through you”

“ Sure, mhm Willow, yeah. I’m okay with doing this..” Willow rolled her eyes as she gets up to get something to drink. A knock comes to the door making you groan. You really didn’t want to get up but stood up sighing to yourself.
Throwing the door open, facing the two brothers with soft smiles on their faces. You have not seen them in a long time. 

“ Matt. Nick. Hi”

selenedarkbloom  asked:

Prompt: At the day Jughead and Betty are going to get married stuff start to go wrong, like problems with the flowers, band... Betty has a little panic attack and F.P is the one to put her back on tracks. Jughead also starts to freak out and Alice comforts him.

Oh my goodness, I love this prompt. I love the idea of the other parents comforting them! Sorry it took me a little while to write, I had to take a break in the middle to go to dance class. I hope you enjoy it darling!


“No, no, you can’t do this to me, Josie. The wedding is next week, how am I going to find another band that quickly?” Betty was practically begging. She vaguely heard Josie give a string of apologies on the other end of the phone, but she wasn’t really listening. “Okay, okay, I’ll figure something out.” Betty hung up the phone as her breathing began to pick up.

She had walked out of the florist to answer the phone, but she couldn’t go back and face them yet. She had spent all morning trying to negotiate a deal with this florist after her last one had horribly screwed up, thinking the wedding was this week and not next week. Betty would have been willing to forgive the mistake, except they had then told her that they were too booked up to be able to fill her order by next week. So now here Betty was, without a florist and without a band. It seemed like everything was falling apart.

Betty leaned back against the wall and slowly slipped down to a crouching position as she felt her eyes fill with tears. All she wanted to do was marry the boy of her dreams, but this wedding was proving to be a lot more drama then she wanted. She wondered if Jughead would be willing to run away with her and get married in secret.

“Hey” Betty looked up in surprise to see that it was FP who had come out to check on her. He saw her tears and immediately grew concerned. He crouched next to Betty and put a reassuring hand on her arm. “Is this about the florist? Because we will get flowers at your wedding even if I have to go into a field and pick them myself.” Despite how lousy she was feeling, Betty couldn’t help but smile. She took a shaky breath and wiped away her tears.

“It’s not just the flowers. That was Josie on the phone. Her manager is making them stay on tour for another two weeks, so they can’t play for our wedding.” Saying the words out loud made Betty’s panic come back. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on her breathing, but try as she might, she couldn’t push thoughts of the wedding from her mind.

“Hey, hey, Betty relax.” FP’s hand found her arm again and squeezed lightly. “Betty, look at me” Betty obeyed, opening her eyes to look at the father of the man she was going to marry. FP hadn’t always been the best father for Jughead, but he had really stepped up recently and he had been a lot of help in planning for the wedding. He was one of the few people who could put Alice Cooper in her place. “That’s better, now Josie and the Pussycats aren’t the only musicians in town. We’ll find someone else.”

“It just all seems like too much. The florist and now the band…I know I should be excited that I’m getting married in a week, but I’m just too stressed. I just want everything to be perfect.”

“Yeah, Jughead said that was one of your things. Look, Betty, do you really care about what flowers you have or who is singing in the background? What’s the most important thing about this wedding?”

“Jughead obviously, that’s why I need it to be perfect, for Jughead. He deserves the world.”

“You’ve got that right, but he already has the world in you. Betty, he couldn’t give a damn about any of these details. He would marry you in a paper bag at Pop’s. Jughead just wants to marry you, that’s the most important thing.”

“You’re right” Betty took a deep breath, grateful that FP had put her in her place and set her priorities straight. Betty stood up and FP followed her lead. She gave him a nod and a smile.

“So you go in there and convince that florist to do your wedding. I have a buddy who is in a band that I can go talk to.”

“Thank you FP” Betty gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. She walked back into the shop to find her mom and Jughead looking at her anxiously. Jughead immediately moved towards her and kissed her on the cheek before putting his arm around her.

“Everything okay?” His eyes roamed across her face. She knew he didn’t miss the tear tracks.

“It is now” She wrapped both of her arms around his waist and held on tightly. “Josie had to cancel. Her manager is making them extend the tour. It sucks and she’s really upset about it, but there is nothing she can do.”

“Oh, how awful,” Alice said as she came over to join them.

“FP said he has a buddy who is in a band that he’ll ask. Hopefully, they are willing to do it so last minute.” Betty sighed and leaned against Jughead. He was her rock, simply being near him made everything a bit better.

“Hopefully it’s not his band,” Jughead said with a grimace

“Your dad is in a band?”

“Well back in the day he was.”

“Oh, god. With Fred Andrews, I remember them, they were awful.” Alice said with a laugh

“Well, we will let him down easy if that’s the case. Although bad music might be better than no music at all.” Betty said with a sigh

“We have some good news at least. These guys promised up that they can have flowers done by the time of your wedding.” Jughead said

“Juggie, that’s wonderful.” Betty hugged him tighter.

“We won’t get to pick out the specific flowers, but I trust their judgment and it’s better than no flowers.” Alice put in. Betty wondered when her wedding had turned into taking what they could get, but she quickly pushed those thoughts from her mind. She remembered what FP had said. The flowers and music and everything else didn’t matter. All that matter was she was marrying the love of her life. Betty leaned up and kissed Jughead on the cheek.

“What was that for?” He asked, mirroring her bright smile.

“Because I get to marry you in a week and that’s all that really matters.” Betty said happily. Jughead’s smile widened and he leaned down to give her a soft kiss.

“Eh-hem” Alice cleared her throat. The two broke apart with amused smiles. “I hate to ruin the moment, but Betty, you have to get to your final dress fitting with Veronica, and Mr. Jones, we are meeting Archie to finalize seating arrangements now that we finally have gotten all of the RSVPs.” Alice said in a businesslike tone. Her mom had been a rockstar in the wedding preparation. She and Veronica had taken on the task with an almost scary amount of enthusiasm and dedication. Betty didn’t know what she would have done without them.

“Right, seating arrangements.” Jughead gave a sigh and shot Betty a look that said he would rather be doing almost anything else. She patted his chest and leaned up to kiss him again.

“You’re the best. Both of you. I love you” She said and with one more little peck, she was out the door.


“Alice?” Jughead asked as they walked back to the Cooper’s house. It still felt weird to call her by her first name, but she had insisted when they had gotten engaged.

“Yes?”

“Do you think Betty is happy?” Jughead spit the words out before he lost the nerve. Alice stopped walking and turned and faced him. She squinted her eyes and regarded him seriously.

“Where is this coming from.”

“I just…she deserves a real fairytale wedding, but with our limited budget and now all of these things going wrong, I’m just worried she won’t be happy.” Jughead shrugged self-consciously. He had never put any thought into what his wedding might look like, he hadn’t even thought he was the marrying type until he met Betty. He didn’t care how he married Betty as long as he got to make her his wife. But Betty, she had been dreaming of this moment since she was little. Jughead could remember little Betty drawing wedding dresses and making herself flower crowns and pretending to walk down the aisle. Betty defied the girl next door stereotype in many ways, but this was not one of them. She wanted a perfect, dreamlike wedding and Jughead was trying his hardest to give it to her, he was just worried that he was falling short.

“You’re worried that she won’t be happy with the wedding?” Alice shook her head in disbelief “Jughead, maybe you can’t see it because to you she is always beautiful and glowing, but Betty has been absolutely radiant since you proposed. This is the happiest that she has ever been, and it is all to do with her love for you.”

“Yes, but what about the girl who filled journals with what she wanted her perfect wedding to be like. I’m letting that girl down.” Jughead found that all of his insecurities and doubts were suddenly pouring out. And to Alice Cooper of all people, but to his surprise, she was oddly easy to talk to.

“That girl had no idea what it felt like to be in love and when you are in love, that overshadows anything else. I promise you, Betty isn’t thinking of the wedding she wanted as a child, she is just thinking about how much she wants to marry you.” Alice smiled kindly and took Jughead’s hand. “Trust me, I wouldn’t let my daughter have a wedding that wasn’t exactly what she wanted.” She squeezed his hand and he squeezed back.

“Thank you” Jughead had always been amazed of Alice’s quick acceptance of him. She didn’t like most of Betty’s friends, but Jughead, she had been totally okay with. It had taken Jughead a little while to realize that it wasn’t him she was accepting, but the way he made Betty feel. All of Alice’s actions were always driven out of love for her family. Alice didn’t Jughead based on his clothes or how he acted, she judged him off of how he treated Betty and how he affected her happiness. She had accepted him because she saw that he made Betty happy. This was no different. Alice recognized that the details of the wedding didn’t matter, making Betty happy was the only thing that did. And according to Alice, simply marrying him made her happy. Jughead felt the same way, he just hadn’t realized that Betty shared those feelings until Alice told him.

“Anytime, now let’s go make sure that the Blossoms are seated as far away from the Coopers as possible.” Alice dropped his hand and resumed walking. Smiling to himself, Jughead followed her. He now knew that there could be a fistfight between the two families and it still wouldn’t ruin the wedding. All that mattered was that he got to marry the love of his life.


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5 Things (5/30/17)

1. I’m in Cinque Terre right now. Kelly is off on a hike and I’m laying low in our little B&B, reading, and wondering if I’ll even leave the room today. We’ve been traveling all over this country since May 19th, nearly non-stop. I’m exhausted. I’m in love with this area, much more than Rome and La Val, but only slightly more than Florence. I don’t know whether I want to walk to the top of a hill and revisit the cemetery, walk to the beach and sit in front of the water for the rest of the day, or stay right where I am, reading, listening to birdsong. None of these are bad choices. These are all privileged choices. And I kind of wish I could forget that, just for a moment.

I had a small crying fit on our third night in Italy. Right after dinner, we returned to our room and I started weeping almost immediately. Here’s something you should know: I am not great at taking vacations. Not real ones anyway. In fact, most of what I have traditionally called “vacations” are actually dutiful trips back home to Indiana in which I am pulled in a million different directions to visit a million different friends and family members, and inevitably end up disappointing a third of them with my lack of time to come through or my lack of mental presence when I do. Even vacations with Kel’s family, while amazing and usually unlike anything I’ve ever done with my own family, can be emotionally exhausting for someone like me. Someone who likes quiet, and long lazy afternoons. However, what those “vacations” provided me in spades were new experiences and distraction. This is why my current vacation made me cry. I’ve taken a real break. I’m really only doing what I want to do, and I’m doing it with my favorite person. But there is no consistent distraction. I am forced to feel, without having to wear the mask of self-containment or confidence. I get the long and lazy afternoons I wanted, and my mind fills them with all the thoughts, fears, and insecurities I’ve been distracting myself from for months. Maybe years. Go figure.

2. Kelly proposed the weekend before we left. I said yes, of course. He’d planned on proposing the day before the trip, but the combination of his own excitement and my over dinner confession that at times I don’t feel like I’m the kind of person who gets to be loved unconditionally, not for very long anyway, inspired him to ask me to marry him that same night. We’d talked about getting married before. I knew it was coming soon. Kelly is really bad at not being obvious about having a happy secret. I thought he might do it while we were in Italy. I was excited. Even if I couldn’t convince myself that I, as I am, could be loved unconditionally, I was certain I’d let him try. I’ve been certain about that for a long time. Because he already knew I’d want to pick my own engagement ring, he bought us matching Avengers novelty rings with green gamma ray insignia. We’re both huge fans of Marvel, and particularly The Hulk. It was perfect. He’s amazing.

I never thought I’d be significantly excited to be engaged. It just seemed like a small and barely necessary step to doing the real work of being married and building a life with someone. I am startled by my excitement. I am shocked by my desire to have a wedding day, even if I still want it to be one that looks like us, without too much fanfare or traditional happenings. I’ve been poring over four issues of the wedding magazine Catalyst, a gift from our family-friends Angel & Shira, and soaking up every idea that looks like something we would do if we were just throwing a party without the added pressure of an impending marriage. It’s the only magazine I’ve found that seems relevant to me, and my style. I can’t believe I’m reading wedding magazine that applies to my life. I can’t believe that thinking about my wedding day makes me smile so hard it becomes hard for me to stop. I can’t believe that my father will see me get married and my grandmother won’t. But Kelly is a constant. He is my constant. I am so excited–and so ready–to marry him.

3. This is my first time writing anything since we’ve been on this trip. I needed the break. And now, my head is spinning with ideas about what I want to do next. In my book, in my screenplay, for my job…there is so much I have to look forward to when I get back. And I am looking forward to it all.

4. My doctor is encouraging me to try a very specific diet to combat the symptoms of my PCOS. Part of me is willing to try anything. The other part of me is skeptical. Very skeptical. One of signs of the diet working would be me losing weight. A lot of weight. I’ve struggled with my weight most of my life due to callous commentary from people who loved me and just the general poison of societal standards of beauty. Typical stuff. But I’m feeling good about the way my body looks most of the time now. I don’t want to go back to judging myself harshly over the number on the scale. I just don’t need that shit. I also don’t want to be unhealthy. I’m going to try the diet. I might lose weight. And I’m going to cross my fingers that no one assumes I’m doing it for the wedding. Because I’m not, and I wouldn’t.

Seriously. If I lose a bunch of weight before this wedding, know that it had nothing to do with wanting to a look thinner on a “special day” and it had everything to do with my blood sugar, and reproductive health. I don’t know why it bothers me so much, the idea that someone might assume I lost weight to fit into a wedding dress or look good in pictures, but it does. That’s probably silly. But like…is it? I’ve watched friends over the past few years lose weight for a myriad of reasons, mostly health related. They’re sick and their bodies are suffering and the world is telling them how amazing they look, and it turns my stomach. I remember losing weight because I was depressed and once because I was so poor I was eating a half a sandwich twice a day with bread and meat I stole from my roommates and hoped they wouldn’t notice, even though they would have given them to me without hesitation. They were good guys. But I was embarrassed. Everyone was commenting on how good I looked, and I was eating so little I couldn’t even make a bowel movement every day.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I want to be healthy, but I don’t want to fear my fat the way the rest of the world seems to. I don’t want to think it’s good or normal to want to be thin at all costs, especially when the cost is your mental or physical health. I don’t want to think that wearing a bikini, even if I’m self-conscious about it, is brave. Maybe it is, but it shouldn’t be. It should just be a thing I wore. And feeling comfortable in my body shouldn’t have to be such a struggle because it’s hard to find clothes that fit me correctly. And I’m a size 16! Imagine what it’s like for a woman who is a size 20 or 28 or larger? I would like to be able to just be in my body without fearing how the world will react to my size. That is wishful thinking, I know. But I still wish.

5. We both cried when he proposed. He started, and I soon followed. This is the first time I’ve been in a relationship where I am not the emotional lead. Kelly grew up in a home of emotional safety. He could talk to his parents about anything, and often did. When he was being bullied at school, when he was falling in love, when he was angry with them, when he was excited about something new he’d learned, when he was afraid…everything. It is not that he hasn’t known emotional pain. He certainly has. But he has always had this emotional safety net in them, this freedom to be exactly as he is, and express exactly how he feels.
In my home, there was no such freedom. I am still sitting in therapy once a week unraveling all the ways my current emotional obstacles sprouted from a childhood where my mother’s anger ruled her household and my heart.

While we were staying in a hotel in the Dolomite mountains, Kelly asked me what I’d like to do, what did I find fun on vacation? And I told him I didn’t really know. I didn’t grow up in a house where I was asked what would be fun for me or what would I enjoy doing. Sometimes fun things happened, sometimes we went to fun places, and whether I liked it or not was irrelevant. I had to appreciate it. And so, I’ve grown into an adult who knows how to appreciate most things, and few ideas what she would do to have fun intentionally. For many years, this felt like a superpower. Did I want to go to this movie or that one? Didn’t matter. I could appreciate both. Did I want to eat here or there? Read this book or that book? Go to this bar or that one? It rarely mattered. I was, and still can be, ambivalent to the point of invisibility. Now, when I don’t like something, I say so. And when I really really do, I really say so. But those strong opinions are far and few between. I am playing catch up. There’s still so much I don’t know about what I want.

Several years ago, when Kelly flew from Seattle to Indianapolis, showed up on my doorstep and kissed me, I didn’t know what I wanted. A few days later, when he told me he loved me in front of my favorite tree, and had for a long time, I didn’t know what I wanted. Each time, his certainty made me feel safe enough to try to figure out what I wanted. That’s something he’s always given me: room to figure out how I feel. For him, this is second nature. He has always been given room to figure out how he feels. This was his parent’s gift to him, this soft place to land. Today, he gives me the same gift. He encourages me to continue to appreciate everything, but know what I prefer, and go after it as wildly as I wish. My love for Kelly has never been about how he keeps me close, as much as it has been about how he encourages me to fly out and away in the direction of my heart’s deepest desires. Especially the ones I learned to bury in my childhood. Especially the ones that scare me. I can not explain to you how good it feels to want what I want, to know what I want, and to finally have a home that is also a soft place to land.

Miss Me? Part One

Today is my wedding day, I thought I would be happier than I was. My wedding day was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life. I loved Stefan I really did but he wasn’t Kai. Stefan really was there for me when I really needed someone after Kai was killed. Stefan helped me raise my child, and I couldn’t thank him enough for that. But part of me still loves Kai, it might be for the fact that Kai and I have a child together, a daughter, who is like her father in so many ways, the good qualities about him anyways or because I never loved someone as much as I loved Kai. I saw the good in Kai while everyone else just saw him as a monster, but there is nothing I can do to change what happened to him, it was his own doing. I tried to stop him but he wouldn’t listen to me and he just wanted to get revenge on his family, I don’t blame him but he went about it the wrong way, and of course he had to do it at my father’s wedding to his sister Jo. So of course my dad wasn’t happy that I was in a relationship with Kai because of what Jo told him about Kai. He never got to know Kai I knew. So when I told my dad that I was pregnant with Kai’s child he got really upset and said he never wanted to see me or my child again. Which I totally understand because of why Kai did, but that didn’t lost long he came and said he was sorry for what he said. Stefan was there for me through it all, he was such a great friend, we both started to develop feelings for each other and started dating. He loves my daughter like she was his own, she calls him daddy and everything, she of course knows that Stefan isn’t really her dad. A couple of years later Stefan proposed to me and I said yes because I knew it was the best thing for my daughter. She could have a normally life, well as normally as you get get living in Mystic Falls and having a mother that is a witch and a step-father that is an ex-vampire. Stefan knows that I still have feelings for Kai just like he still has feelings for Elena. We both know that we aren’t going to be able to get back together with them, so we decided to marry each other. So now were are back to present day, my wedding day. I’m here getting ready to marry my best friend but I keep thinking that something is going to stop this from happing, I have this weird feeling. I was sitting in my wedding dress at the mirror in the dressing room just staring at myself, when I hear a knock at the door. Which pulled me out of my thoughts. “The doors up, unless you are Stefan than go way, its bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.” I hear a chuckle. “Its not Stefan but its your dad.” “Come in Daddy.” My dad opens the door and he has the biggest smile on his face and I copy his smile. “ I can’t believe that my baby is getting married, my little girl is all grown up and looks so beautiful.” “Stop Dad, and you still have Josie and Lizzie as your little girls butThanks Dad” “yes but no matter how old you get you will always be my little girl, even with Josie and Lizzie, you and I have a special bond plus you are my first born, but are you ok? You don’t seem all that happy.” “Dad stop you are going to make me cry and make my makeup run and Caroline will flip her lid, I am happy, if I told you why you would get upset and I don’t want that, you have been through a enough.” “We don’t want that to happen, and Honey you can tell me anything, I promise I won’t get upset.” “Are you sure Dad?” “Yes, I’m sure.” “I always thought Kai and I would get married, not saying I don’t love Stefan because I do, I really do but part of me still loves Kai.” “Just because I don’t care for Kai doesn’t mean you can’t talk about him to me, of course part of you will always love Kai, you share a beautiful daughter together, and part of me still and always will love Jo, she is the mother of the twins. Its understandable. I never doubted that you didn’t love Stefan, not for a minute.” “Thanks Dad, I guess you are right, I just don’t want to get hurt again, all my past relationship ended in death. Kol, Kai, I don’t want that with Stefan, especially now that he is human.” “Oh Honey I understand that feeling, I mean look at my relationship history, they haven’t ended the best either and all but two relationships ended in death, your mother and Caroline.” “I guess we have a curse on us, I don’t think my mother counts, she left you after I was born.” “True but she isn’t died that I know of, Yes there is a thing called the Saltzman curse, but nothing is going to happen to Stefan. I don’t think Damon would let that happen.” “Well she’s dead to me, but I sure hope so.” There was another knock at the door. My dad goes and answers the door and its Damon. “Stefan is so going to cry when he sees you Lauren ” “Shut up Damon but Thanks, How’s Stefan doing?” “Nervous as all get out but he is doing ok.” “Honey, I’m going to let you and Damon talk, I will be out in the hallway when you are ready.” “Ok Dad!” My dad leaves.“ “Now Damon why are you really here?” “Why do you always think there as to be a reason?” “Because its you.” “Fine, Stefan feels like something is going to ruin your big day and I keep telling that nothing is going to happen.” “He feels that way too?” “Oh boy you think that too? Nothing is going to happen.” “You don’t know that, this is Mystic Falls Damon and weddings aren’t really my families thing, remember what happened at the last wedding?” “Lauren that is not going to happen I promise you!” “Ok you better be.” Caroline comes running into the room with Bonnie behind her, remind me why I let Caroline help me plan this wedding, I love her but she can be intense. “Lauren you need to find Alaric and get in to place, because this wedding is about to start. Damon why are you in there, go to Stefan now!” Damon leaves. “Caroline breath!” “Sorry I forget to do that sometimes, by the way you look beautiful, Stefan won’t know what hit him.” “Lauren , you look so beautiful, Stefan is one lucky guy” “Thanks Caroline and Bonnie, and thank you both for helping me plan this amazing wedding.” “ You are welcome Lauren , but Caroline pretty much did it all.” “No problem, you’re one of my best friends, I would anything for you plus you know I love planning these type of things.” “You are the best!” “I know, but we need to get you in place.” “Ok I will go, is Josie, Lizzie and Lilah (your daughter) ready?” “They are so ready, they cant wait to throw flowers.” We all laugh and hug each. “Let’s get you married girl!” “Yeah we need to get into places like right now.” “Caroline calm down!” we all come out of the room and I walk over to my dad. We both walk downstairs, we wait for the music to play, and we start walking to Stefan. I looked up and smiled at Stefan and he smiled back at me, he had a tear running down his face. Once we got to Stefan, I heard my dad say, “protect her.” “Always.” Stefan takes my hands into his. We both smile. Everything was going great until the wedding officiant says, “if any person knows any cause as to why the couple should not be wed, they should speak now, or forever hold their peace.” it was silence for a little while, until I saw someone stand up in the corner of my eye, that can’t be, no that isn’t Kai Parker, he’s died, I saw Damon kill him, I was there, that can’t be him but this is Mystic Falls anything can happen I want to look but I don’t at the same time, I guess I will look over at him. Yup that was Kai Parker in the flesh, but how. Before I could say anything. Kai starts waving his finger around and making airplane noises and says, ” I wonder who that person would be, I can’t seem to put a finger on who wouldn’t want to see these two lovey people getting married, oh would you look at that, it would be me Kai Parker.“ Kai finally stops moving his finger and points at himself. I look back at Stefan with a confused look on my face and he has the same confused look on his face. “Stefan what is going on?” “I have no clue Lauren ” “oh I know, I know want’s going on, I’m stopping you two from getting married, I thought I would do it differently this time, I realized that killing people aren’t always the answer, I made that mistake at the last wedding I went to, it got really blood and this suit is really expensive and blood doesn’t come out of clothes and I’m just sick of killing, well not really but I decided that a wedding isn’t the best place to kill someone” “Kai what are you doing here?” 

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DRUNK OBI AND SUZU DISCUSSION :3 (MODERN AU) PLEASEEE (and thank u so much u rock)

Obi’s just finished laying out their blanket, weighing down the corners with the biggest stones he can find – he suspects that these are really just smoothed out chunks of concrete, probably from when they jackhammered out the original path to put in more eco-friendly boardwalks – when Shidan’s undergrad whips open the cooler and shows just what sort of liquid refreshment he thinks is appropriate for a turtle watch.

Obi goggles. “Is that all beer?”

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Imagine being Barba’s daughter and helping him learn some Italian so he can surprise Sonny at their wedding

This part of an un-chronological Barisi series

Part Two is Here 

(A/N: I couldn’t help myself. Hope you all enjoy!) 

Imagine being Barba’s daughter and helping him learn some Italian so he can surprise Sonny at their wedding

“Dad!” you called out with a sigh and putting down your pen.

“Yeah.” he responded almost immediately coming into your room as if he was just in the hallway.

“Do you need something?” you questioned, sitting up on your bed and automatically gathering up your papers that you had scattered across the bed as you attempted to complete your Calculus homework.

“No.” he answered with a strange supposedly reassuring smile as he leaned weirdly on your doorframe.

“Then why have you walked passed my room five times in the past ten minutes?” you fired at him, watching him and his peculiar behaviour closely.

“I was just coming in to ask you how your day was?” he made up on the spot, expertly and if you hadn’t known him your whole life you would have believed him.

“Good.” you offered typically, going over your Wednesday in your head, still suspicious about his real intentions.

“What you working on? he inquired walking into your room now and sitting on the upholstered trunk that you kept by the foot of your bed.

“AP Calculus. Want to help?” you smirked.

“No thank you.” he said quickly which made you giggle.

Then a silence fell over you both. You eyed him up while adverting his eyes. It was strange behaviour, for him. It was like he wants dot tell you something but didn’t which was weird considering your Dad to loved to talk. Your Grandma has a theory that one if the reasons he became a lawyer was so he could talk. Also you’d never really seen your Dad nervous. Even when he proposed to Sonny. He hid all of the usual somewhat expected worries that any normal person would of had and just played them off.

“Dad, is there something wrong?” you asked suddenly, breaking the silence because your curiosity was getting the better of you.

He went to say something and then your curiosity turned to fear. You began to worry.

“Are you dying?” you spluttered out.

“Y/N…” he went to interrupt.

“Because, if you are,” you interjected cutting him off, thinking logically about your apparent new situation, “I want to stay with Sonny. I mean I love Aba and everything but I can’t go to her school in the Bronx or live there for that matter. I’m comfortable here.”

“I’m not dying.” he stated, shaking his head at you.

“That’s good.” you sighed, “Why would you scare me like that?”

“I didn’t say anything. You went off and assumed. Just like your Mother,” he argued gently, “And I would hope so that me not dying would be good news to you.”

“Then what’s wrong with you?” you asked.

“Nothing.” he stated adamantly.

“Then why are you here?” you questioned.

“Where?” he shot back confused.

“At home. On a Wednesday. At 4:00pm. Why aren’t you at work and why are you in my room asking how my day is. You usually ask at dinner when you usually get home after Sonny does. ” you interrogated.

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Man Of My Dreams

Summary: Dan and Phil are trying to get Dil a girlfriend on the Sims 4, and it gets Dan thinking about settling down and marrying someone. Phil surprises him with a little surprise, and they’re not even dating
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,020

A/N: I thought these two prompts fit well together so I did them both.

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So, here’s something I’ve been working on for a few days. I wanna dedicate to areyousiriuspadfoot  take-me-not-my-otp teenage-dirtbag-babyx  teddylupinwrites (nice one, i) and flowersinourheads for giving me names suggestions, thank you so much!
I wanna thank my amazing friend, Ollie who’s the queen of betas.

Prompt: AU where Blackinnon is alive after war and have a family.


Having a two-year-old child that just learned how to walk and being in charge of taking care of the bride was too much for her, but of course, she wouldn’t complain about it. Lily was thrilled when she found out that Sirius had proposed and, within five minutes, she’d already planned the perfect wedding for them, knowing that if it depended on both of them, they’d both forget what day they’re supposed to get married or just eloped somewhere.

But finally the day had come and everything were perfect. The flowers were gorgeous, the decoration was flawless and the dress was spotless. There were just one thing, one tiny little thing, that was missing.

The bride and groom.

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WIPs you should be following

((So I finally made a list. This is the main list, with the big/long/amazing works that you should be reading. I will make a different list with works that are starting and I like in the near future.))

Bell, Book and Candle by skittidyne

Magic, Witches, Supernatural Hunters, Ghosts, multiple ships

Suga’s life currently consists of doing odd jobs for Kiyoko (usually herding lost ghosts into the afterlife) and being a cat dad. He’s fine with this. So, of course, it can’t last. It all starts with a fake luck spirit haunting an unsuspecting kid—no, it starts with an immigrant witch trying to summon an uncontracted demon—or maybe it starts with the tengu eggs and the selkie thief—no, Suga knows it probably started three years ago and it’s just now falling down around his ears.
TT: If anyone is curious, I am probably the person who has reread bbac completely the most. And if anyone wants to challenge me, then I will just reread it again (please challenge me). This is genuinly my favourite work of fiction, including published work. I would be surprised if someone has not read it yet, but if you haven’t go make yourself a favour and read it. Warning: forget about your life for about three days, because it is LONG.

Say You’ll Remember Me by thefreakyfashionistawriter

A/B/O, Mpreg, future!fic, iwaoi

Iwaizumi Hajime hadn’t seen Oikawa Tooru since they graduated high school, when Oikawa decided to up and run away for unknown reasons. But after graduating from four of the most stressful years of his life and moving to Tokyo, Iwaizumi runs into Oikawa where he’d least expect him; and Oikawa’s not alone.
TT: I know some people don’t really like ABO, but believe me when I say that it is done amazingly in this story. The writing is wonderful, and you end up really invested in the story. Give it a try, and you will clicking on that subscribe button before you know it.

But for me, there is a storm by Authoress

Pacific Rim Au, Mecha, Action, multiple ships

Sometimes you have to make choices you don’t like, or will regret into countless sleepless nights, and sometimes you’re just following orders. But if the other option is certain death for your entire species, you will make those decisions. That’s what it means to be a pilot.
…Or so Daichi and Sugawara keep telling themselves as they activate the two least compatible recruits for the much-needed third Jaeger assist. The kaiju are learning, evolving, and coming in faster than anyone is comfortable with, and the only option left is to evolve with them. Who knows? Maybe the rookies will be the ones to turn the tide of the war.
TT: This is just a masterpiece. I am pretty sure y'all have read it, but if not then do it, it’s almost as if it was part of fandom lore or something. It is also quite long, so make a gap in your schedule.

Daredevil on the Slope by Smokey310

Skiing, Polyamory, future!fic, bokuakakurotsukki

„Seriously. What kind of supernatural being did I piss off to deserve this,“ sighed Tsukishima on their way up to the mountain. Akaashi sat next to him in the little chair lift and watched the trails of small paw prints disappear between the clusters of fir trees. The snow glittered in the sun, the air was icy fresh and everything would have been picture perfect if it wasn’t for the intruder shaking his snowboard around in the third seat.
“Are you talking about me?” asked Tanaka, whom Tsukishima was very obviously talking about.
“Do you see any other people which the devil would have sent to punish me?”
“There’s some right behind us,” said Tanaka, pointing to the following chair lift filled with an excitedly jumping Bokuto, a maniacally smiling Nishinoya and Kuroo who sat in the middle and looked like he contemplated jumping into the treetops below.
Well – he did have a point there.
TT: Read all of the series, it is fabulous. I don’t tend to like ships with tsukki, but this is so well written that I just fell in love with their interactions. Bokuakakurotsukki golden work. Also, it’s just so hilarious, some of the chapters made me laugh hard enough that my roommate had to ask me if I was dying.

It’s lonely on Jupiter by Skyestiel

Science Fiction, Aliens, University Au, iwaoi

“It isn’t often that someone comes along and surprises Iwaizumi. He’s not easily caught off guard, not at all. Or at least that’s what he likes to think. So, when Oikawa Tooru shows up, a living, breathing oxymoron strutting about on two solid legs, he must admit that he’s a little impressed.”
or: oikawa’s always loved aliens but never thought he’d actually fall in love with one
TT: The alien Au that the fandom needed, but doesn’t deserve. This is SO good. I just love it so much. There is also a bunch of sidepairings which are amazing, but the iwaoi is incredibly cute.

Blood in the Water by ChosenOfKagami

Fantasy, Pirate/Sailor/Merfolk Au, Adventure, Violence, bokuaka, multiple ships (literally and figuratively)

The Corvus is a merchant ship known throughout the islands for its (seemingly) mess of a crew. Despite having one relatively simple goal - to deliver their shipments in one piece and on time - the lot seems to have a knack for running into trouble. Most of which involves pirates and drama among merfolk.
TT: This is genuinely gold. I love it so much. Merfolk AUs are what keep me alive, and this one is the main reason why. The adventure feels so fresh and interesting, I just can’t stop reading.

This Will Be by Metis_Ink

Sawamura Brothers Au, Growing up, Alternative Universe, daisuga

Sugawara first encountered Sawamura Daichi and his bad-tempered teenage brother in the church halls before his best friend’s wedding. He could fully admit that after that the rest of this story was all Tobio’s fault.
TT: The story that will make all of your romcom-loving hearts happy. Family drama mixed with fluff mixed with an amazing universe mixed with really good writing. What else could you ask for?

How Icarius fell in Love with the Sun by tsukkkiii

Fake Relationship AU, Alternate Universe, iwaoi

Oikawa has to find a fiance within a week or he has to leave Japan and thus his successful career and his friends. Obviously the best idea is to knock on his new neighbor’s door at 11 pm and ask, “Will you marry me?”
Kind of a The Proposal AU. (Plot different)
TT: Fake relationships Aus are the dream of every fan, and this one is just perfect. You will really fall in love with the characters, and the plot is movie-worthy.

The Chronicles of Our Mistakes by Mehhh

Magic, Supernatural, Urban fantasy, multiple ships

Things don’t go bad with one big fuck up, one big mistake. No, things go bad because a series of steps were taken to a certain point of time where all those little missteps you took down the path come snowballing at you.
And that one day (night) where you find yourself walking to certain doom with three witches who, at some point, had the idea you enjoyed their company, you think back to your steps, wondering which ones brought you to this moment. Little ‘perhaps’ and little 'maybes’ float around your head as you try to find the answer.
Perhaps it was walking into that accursed apartment, laying your eyes on the stunning (brutal), raven haired boy that was currently on your right. Maybe it was learning that first spell, the one that made you feel nauseous but excited at the same time, all due to the grey haired angel (devil) currently on your left. It was most likely meeting the intelligent (insane), Oikawa Tooru, who was currently walking ahead of you, leading your merry (fucked) band of misfits into a portal to hell.
TT: (For those who are picky about second person POV don’t worry, because the story is not written in the same POV than the summary.) The story is hilarious, and amazing, and page-turner (or screen-scroller, i guess) and incredibly good. The supernatural elements are amazing, and the universe that is built is so, so interesting. And I remember that one chapter made me laugh so much that I managed to wake up my roommate.

And that’s it folks. There are loads more that I wish to put down, but I kinda spent most of my time rereading bits and pieces of these fics and now don’t really have more time. I will make more lists of amazings WIPs in the future, so if there is one you love and haven’t spoke of please send me a link :D Do not forget to leave comments to these lovely writters and subscribe. (if any of the links doesn’t work please tell me so I can correct them asap, or if i made some typo)

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Hi! Happy Monday! Maybe some Percabeth with the whole the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate thing.

Happy Thursday! This is a terribly long drabble, but it is full of so much fluff, and I hope you like it :)

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Annabeth doesn’t mind seeing the world in monochrome. It’s comforting, really. She has her job, and her goals, and her routine. Black and white. She wakes up early and goes to the gym, showers before work, sits at her desk with her precise lines and measurements and formulas; she eats a salad for lunch, take-out for dinner, and makes herself comfortable at the end of the day on her ridiculously expensive and comfortable couch with a bottle of ridiculously cheap wine.

She’s a woman of good taste with a small budget. What can she say? It takes her back to college.

And, speaking of college, Annabeth can just now see her old roommate and best friend jumping up and down at the front of the waiting crowd outside airport security. Piper, dressed in shorts and high tops and a loose tank, holds up a huge, glittering sign that reads ‘ANNABETH!’ It’s decorated with flowers and stickers and paint in differing shades of gray.

It’s most likely the most obnoxiously colorful sign in existence, which makes Annabeth more than grateful that she is only seeing it so muted.

“So that is terrible,” Annabeth says when she gets close enough, dropping her bag and purse to wrap her arms around Piper. “Please don’t tell me how much you wasted on that thing.”

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