#‘Diego do you want to officiate my wedding? :)’

[eisforeidolon]

Jensen: What's up?

Jared: Good morning, Austin.

Jensen: Austin, Texas! C'mon!

Jared: Who lives here? That was loud. Who lives in Texas? Who doesn't? What's wrong with y'all?

Jensen: Well you guys picked the perfect month to come here 'cause it's -

Jared: Lovely outside.

Jensen: Just, just lovely.

Jared: Apologies for the weather, for sure.

Jensen: Yeah, yeah, next year we're gonna do January in Winnipeg, which is [makes a-okay sign] beautiful.

Jared: Sounds lovely.

Jensen: Well, we're missing [taps third microphone between them]

Jared: Somebody [also taps]

Jensen: Because I think he's still doing some photos, so he will be along shortly.

Audience member: Here he comes!

Jensen: What? What? Oh! Jeffrey Dean Morgan on the stage!

Jeff: [hugs Jared, hugs Jensen, waves to crowd]

Jared: The one that [?].

Jensen: 'Sup pop?

Jeff: Mornin'!

Jensen: Buddy, how you doin'?

Jeff: Since I last saw you, good. You?

Jensen: Good.

Jeff: Were you overseas?

Jensen: Yeah.

Jeff [to Jared]: Were you overseas?

Jared: I was not recently, but I was. But a month ago. A couple weeks ago, let's go with that. Yeah yeah yeah, not last year, 2005.

Jensen: I haven't been home since I saw you.

Jeff: Yeah, I haven't either.

Jensen: We were together in San Diego, the big ComicCon there.

Jeff: Or as I like to call it, the announcing of Jensen's nine million shows. That was cool. I went home that night, or back to the hotel or whatever and Norman - I was with Norman - and he was like, tell me about this Jensen. 'Cause he's got the world by the balls. And I'm like, I know. And he's like, is he married? I'm like, are you asking for yourself?

Jared: Did Norman want Jensen to have Norman by the balls as well?

Jeff: Yeah, I've never seen Norman, like, really jealous. And I gotta say - he just was - he wouldn't stop talking about ya. I had to pull out a picture of Danneel and say he's not available!

Jensen: I sat across from Norman at your wedding and we had a really lovely conversation and you know it was cool to get to - I mean, I'd met him before, but it was cool to sit and chat with him. But it was, you know, it was just that normal kind of banter and stuff but it -

Jeff: Well, and since then also he binged - I don't know if he ever watched Supernatural - but he binged The Boys. And I think that changed his whole thing, too. He's so star-struck by Jensen.

Jensen: Well, to be fair, I was a little star-struck at your wedding by him. Just 'cause I was, like, Boondock Saints is one of my favorite movies of all time. And so I was trying to just keep my cool in front of him, so that's, uh -

Jeff: Well, you did a good job. All around, all around you did a good job. Jensen also was, like, my preacher. He got a little rolling stone official piece of paper that said it was like, legal - I think? Am I really married?

Jensen: No, I got ordained and they actually sent me, like, a priest shirt with a collar. Like the [gestures at neck] - I didn't wear that. But yeah, no, you can get ordained online, it's the Church of Life or something in case any of you would like to become ordained?

Jared: Anybody wanna get married today? We got a guy.

Jensen: That's right, [holds up hand] I've got a certificate.

Jared [to audience member]: Do it, do it.

Jensen: No, that was a one and done for me.

Jared [still to audience]: Congratu- Well I got one, too! [gestures at wedding ring]

Jeff: He's married! [pointing at Jared]

Jared: So is she, she's got her [gestures at ring]

Jeff: Official [gestures at Jensen] - oh. If we were in Utah, I'd say go for it. [Jared grabs his shoulder]

Jensen: You're all invited to Norman and my's wedding.

Jeff: Can I get ordained for that?

Jensen: Yes.

Jared: 100%.

[creativeashproductions]

Hung the Galaxy // Jake Seresin

IN WHICH: Your fiancé's betrayal sets on a course to meeting someone new after fleeing your wedding. Years later you return to LA with a new fiance

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x f!reader, ex!Evan Buckley x ex!reader

Warnings: Swearing, cheating/affair (not Jake), reader and Jake have a child but can be read as non-biological child, angst, and fluff

Words: 2.3k

A/N: Hi. I love doing crossovers, so I'll probably do a lot of these.

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Los Angeles, California, 2020

The bulky planner that had become a staple on your kitchen island would be retiring to a storage bucket. It had served its purpose and would become a momentum of this big step in your relationship. Wedding planning was stressful when your fiancé was a firefighter.

Your hand glided over the material of your wedding dress. Tailored perfectly to your body and the dream dress when you thought of walking down the aisle. You were incredibly excited to get the dress professionally cleaned and stored away. 

You also were excited for the two-week honeymoon Buck had planned to relax after months of intense planning. Buck had been tight-lipped about the honeymoon itinerary other than letting you know it was in Bali. However, he’d gotten discounts after having lived and worked there shortly.

“You’re gonna be gorgeous.” Your eyes lifted from the dress to Athena standing at the entrance. You knew from the beginning you wanted her to be part of getting ready for the day, partially because of how calm and levelheaded she was.

“I hope so.” You murmured, stepping across the room barefoot to hug her tight, “It took a lot of planning. Buck and I didn’t get to spend much time together with him working and all the appointments for planning.”

“At least Taylor’s photographer friend agreed to a discount.” Athena nodded, “Which reminds me, I need to make sure May’s got the Polaroids ready to go.”

You grinned, “I have to meet Taylor with the photographer, and then it’s officially time to begin the process of that dress.”

Taylor Kelly had been the roommate of a friend from college, and when your friend had to drop out unexpectedly, you’d asked Taylor. She’s been a great help in keeping track of everything, and you considered her a close friend; she’d joined game nights with Buck, Albert and Josh. She was a good friend and support to both Buck and you. Had even been your shoulder to cry on when communication had suffered in your relationship with Buck. Had offered sage advice.

The sound of the wedding march you hummed brought a smirk to your lips on the trip to the meeting room. Finally, you had time before your aunt and uncle arrived from San Diego for the wedding. Beau had juggled work around at the naval base to make it in time to walk you down the aisle. Not that they would miss this for the world with how deeply involved they were in your life.

“-married Buck. She’s my friend!” Taylor’s voice snapped through the crack of the door. Your hand hesitated in pushing it, “I can’t believe we’ve done this.”

“We’ve been-“

“Having communication problems? I’m aware of that, Buckley. I’m a bridesmaid in your fucking wedding. Sure, we haven’t slept together, but arguably we’ve done worse!”

“It’s not an affair.” Buck was firm in his response, and you could just imagine the crinkle in the skin between his eyebrows as he said that.

 “Look up an emotional affair.”

It was silent for a moment other than the sound of Buck tapping away on his phone, “Okay, well, we’ll just stop or take time away to get over- “

Your heart shattered because even in the face of his wrongdoing Buck still wanted her in his life long-term. Your mind slingshot through the last year with how distant he had gotten and how Taylor behaved when you brought him up. She sidestepped the conversation when it came to her love life.

“That’s the thing, Buck. I don’t want to. I don’t want you waiting at the end of the aisle, and maybe that makes me the biggest bitch.”

You didn’t comprehend shoving the door open to reveal the two of them standing so close together, “Absolutely hilarious. The groom is being seduced by the bridesmaid! Tell her she’s delusional. That you wouldn’t waste thousands of dollars and peoples time for a selfish bitch looking to stomp on anyone for a news story.”

Your eyes focused on your fiancé. His blue eyes struggle to stay on your form.

“I can’t.” Buck quietly responded, shrinking in on himself, “I love her too.”

In the crisp morning air flowing in from the open French doors your heart audibly and cruelly shattered. Your soul shrivelled up, and you stumbled back, unable to look away from the wreckage of your relationship. Sure, Buck had always been immature and cowardly indecisive, but a cheater? You’d never expected that.

It took everything in you to tug the ring from your finger, “Fine. But you can march out to the room full of guests and tell them the wedding is off. That you decided that the redhead skank that took advantage of the 118 for a story is the reason you threw away a life with someone you love.”

You could read devastation in his eyes, but at the core of it, Evan Buckley, staunchly and often at the risk of self-destruction, yearned for respect and acceptance. And who was firmly in the centre of that? Bobby Nash.

“Bobby is going to be disgusted by your actions. And thank god we used your credit card, and everything is non-refundable.” You sweetly told your very much now ex-fiancé and turned to the bitch, “You seemed like such a pretty and smart woman Taylor, but your mind does not seem to work well. Must be lonely being the type of person you are to make games of destroying relationships.”

You had even fully turned on your feel when your eyes caught the group of surprised people just outside the French doors. Your lips quirked, noticing Hen and Karen’s son had been very obviously recording the scene.

“Enjoy the food and the open door on Buck and Taylor! But, unfortunately, I have a wedding dress to burn and an emergency appointment for STD testing.”

You strode through the crowd finding Athena holding up the duffle bag of your things, “I thought it was best I grab this and keep Buckley from attempting to stop you.” 

“Thank you, Athena.” You murmured, squeezing her arm on your way to where your Aunt Lizzie and Uncle Beau were waiting. You heard the whispers of people as Buck attempted to move through the crowd.

The wall of firefighters kept him from making it to the car pulling from the curb. The moment the car turned the corner, the strong front you’d had splintered in the arms of your aunt.

San Diego, California, Present Day

You hadn’t stepped in Los Angeles since the day your life fell apart, all thanks to a two-faced bitch and weak fiancé. You cut off contact with the friends you’d made with Buck and build a new life. You had changed your phone number, blocked Buck on everything and removed a lot of people from your social media.

You knew through the grapevine the short-lived relationship with Taylor had ended. May had mentioned roughly the last time you spoke to her a year ago that Taylor had reported on a story Buck had confided her on.

Your response to her was indifferent to the breakup news, and you only asked if Hen and Chim were okay. You refused to answer any personal questions and hesitantly agreed to consider having May visit during the summer.

You had worked hard with a therapist to navigate grieving for the life you had thought you’d have with Buck. You’d slowly put yourself back with the support of your family. And what you attested to be kismet stumbled into someone a year after settling into Miramar.

You huffed, stumbling into a solid form and scrunched your eyes closed, waiting to hit the deck, but it didn’t come. Cautiously your eyes opened to meet the jade-green ones of a lieutenant aviator going off from the gold wings pinned to his shirt.

“Whoa. Sorry there.” The husky voice caused the breath to catch in the back of your throat. You could hear the subtle but unmistakable drawl of a Southern accent.

“It’s okay.” You softly murmured, releasing your grip on his arms when he levelled you back on your feet, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Jake.” The stranger offered both his name and hand. His grip was firm but not suffocating as he shook your hand, “Can I help you?”

“My uncle Beau forgot his phone at home. So I was sent with it. I was barely walking the last time I was here.”

It took a while for Jake to wear both you and Beau down to take you out on a date, and the rest is what they call history. He was everything you wanted and weren’t looking for. His emotional maturity was astounding, and his firm expectancy of honesty and talking things through was welcomed.

Honestly, it was the healthiest relationship you’d ever been in. 

So it wasn’t a surprise when a year later, you’d gotten engaged and moved in together. Being with Jake was easy, and it wasn’t just because of how steady and solid he was, like the Allegheny River you visited not that long ago. You adored everything about him. From the old hand-me-down Bible, his grandpa gave him the day he got the Naval Academy acceptance letter to his weekly phone call with his parents.

You were ever grateful for how supportive Jake was when he cleared his schedule to join you in LA when Eddie invited you. Usually, you would have said no to your old friend, but he’d gotten crafty by having Chris ask you.

“You got this,” Jake murmured against your temple. Then, like it was second nature, you guided Jake around the house’s side to the backyard’s open gate.

The entire area was flooded with friends and family of the Diaz duo. You could see every one of the 118 and felt more than saw Chris slam into you.

“You’re here!” Chris beamed as you pushed one of his curls off his forehead, “I didn’t think you’d come!”

 “And miss watching your dad’s existential crisis at you becoming a teenager? Never.” You joked, kissing his head, “Chris, I’d like you to meet Jake and Ellie.”

Chris’s inquisitive eyes moved to the tall stranger standing with one hand on your lower back and the infant cradled on his chest. Chris had a feeling that Buck’s plan would burst into flames with how close you and this Jake guy were standing.

“Oh,” Chris murmured, looking over his shoulder to where Buck was chatting with Maddie and Chim.

Your smile softened at the blue tone, “I know it’s weird that I left LA after being with Buck and came back with someone new. I get that and take all the time you need, but you are still important to me, Christopher.”

Athena quickly snagged you from Jake’s side and dragged you to Hen and Karen beaming at you. Jake had already fallen into a conversation with Eddie about everything to do with Texas. You had a feeling football would be brought up. 

“I’d ask who he is, but I feel he’s not just a friend.” Buck had taken the first opportunity to approach you. You’d volunteered to get more napkins from the kitchen, and Buck had used a flimsy excuse.

“Hello, Evan.” You declared from behind the open cabinet door to the cupboard above the stove. Your eyes caught the blue napkins of Chris’ favourite show at the moment.

“How’re you?” 

You leaned back from the coverage of the cabinet to stare at him, stumped at his sudden question.

“Are you expecting me to burst out in song and dance to confess some sort of undying love for you?” You inquired, looking between his blue irises that made you uncomfortable with their evident love, “Because Buck. I don’t love you. I don’t even hate you, to be honest. I’ve moved past what happened.”

Buck couldn’t help but perk up when you admitted to not hating him like he had anticipated. He glossed over the part of your words, saying you didn’t have feelings for him because that tiny little hope fanned.

“If I had to put a name to what I feel when the odd time you’re brought up, it would be indifference. I have more important things now.” You informed your ex-fiancé with a perfectly timed movement to close the cabinet. It revealed the new ring sitting where the one he gave you used to sit.

Buck’s stomach dropped.

“Sweets?” Jake called as he entered the room. He barely gave Buck a glance because what did it matter? Jake had no reason to feel threatened by him, “Ellie-belly here is down for the count. We should head for the hotel and rest before we fly out.”

“My sweet girl.” You cooed leaning into the baby cradled on Jake’s hip to kiss her chubby cheek, “We’ll say our rounds and give Chris his present.”

You shot Buck a smile on your way back out to Eddie’s backyard to find the birthday boy in the mass. Jake split off back to Eddie while you made the rounds to the people you used to see almost every day. Your eyes fluttered back to him, listening to Eddie and cooing at your daughter.

“You look happy, Kid,” Bobby spoke upon joining Athena. His words brought your attention back to him, “You look at him like he hung the moon. And he looks like you did the same for him.”

Your lips quirked, “You say he hung the moon, but Bobby, I’d say he hung the galaxy.”

“I couldn’t help but notice the bling.” Karen grinned, gesturing to the ring on your finger, “When did that happen?”

 “A little over a year ago. We were in the middle of planning when Ellie came around, so we’re having a small wedding in Jake’s hometown. We fly out from LAX tomorrow. So you should all come down to San Diego for the party our friends are throwing us.”

With a hug from Athena and Bobby and a long one with Chris, you leaned against the car door as Jake carefully juggled your daughter into her car seat. It was quiet. It was peaceful. It was perfect.

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[discount-shades]

Sleepy Baby Part 16

a/n: Only 2 parts left!! I love you all for hanging around to read this story!

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin / Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1400 ish

Summary: Jake struggles to hang a painting.

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“Down on the left.” You were standing back helping Jake hang a picture his grandfather had painted in your living room. “Down more… too much.” Jake shifts the painting back a little with a huff. “Perfect.” You grin at him as the two of you sit back on the couch. “I like that painting.” You snuggle into Jake's side and gaze at the Texas landscape.

“Thanks for letting me put it up.” Jake laces your fingers together and kisses the back of your hand. You hum in acknowledgement and loop his arm around you, returning the kiss to the back of his hand. 

“We’re getting married.” You can’t keep the grin off your face as you throw your legs over his. You had returned to San Diego yesterday and were still saying it every chance you got, the excitement lingering.  “Who do you want in your wedding party?”

“I’d like Javy, Rooster, and Bob.” 

Javy made sense, he and Jake were nearly inseparable, and despite all the bickering you could tell he was close to Bradley. “I didn’t know you were so close to Bob.” 

Jake shrugs noncommittally. “We’re all pretty close, plus I’d feel bad picking Fanboy or Payback and not the other.” 

“Ahh,” you say in understanding, “the schoolyard drama of Naval Aviators.” 

“You have no idea.” Jake chuckles and rolls his eyes. “You get along best with Bob.” His nudge at the real reason makes you smile and you lean forward to kiss him gently. “What about you?”

“I really only have Grace.” You shrug casually. “I was planning on asking your sisters.”

“We can just have Javy and Grace if you would like.” You smile at Jake’s willingness to change his plans for you.

“No, I kinda like the idea of your family being on my side.” You had spent a fair bit of time getting to know Jake's sisters during your trip to Texas and had gotten along well with them. “You think they will agree?”

“Definitely.” Jake smiles, “boom, first wedding plan done.”

“Evie as our flower girl?” 

“She would not let us get married unless she was the flower girl.”

“Engagement party here,” you continue, “wedding in Texas?”

“Done. Why do people make such a big deal about planning a wedding?” Jake jokes. “This is easy.”

“I feel like the difficulty is in the execution.” You reply, returning Jake's grin. His hand is on your hip and his thumb slips under your shirt and begins to stroke your side. 

“We should have dinner with Grace and the rest of the guys.” 

Jake’s suggestion makes you tense. You can feel the unease deep in your gut. A need to move, to walk away and avoid this conversation. Avoid the inevitable. Jake doesn’t say anything else. He doesn’t push. His only movement is to continue the gentle caress of his thumb on your hip. Constant, grounding, and reassuring. 

You give a jerky nod in agreement. You had told Grace about your past when she had questioned why you did not go home for the holidays during your first year working together. At the time your relationship with Jake had been too new to join him in Texas so you had joined Grace at her family’s dinner.

Beyond a casual invitation, that you always avoided following through on, neither had pushed to officially meet the other; they were both aware that you were keeping them apart. They had waved and met each other in passing but to your knowledge, they had never had a conversation. 

“She’s a part of your life.” Jake's voice is soft. “I can’t meet your family, but I want to know the people who are special to you.” You close your eyes and rest your head on Jake's shoulder, hands clenched together. His hand ghosts over your cheek, pushing your hair out of the way. 

“Yeah,” you take a deep breath and try to force your shoulders to relax. 

“Hey Kisses,” at Jakes prodding you look up. He has a little half smile showing off one of the dimples that you love, and his eyes are full of a tenderness that draws you in. “There’s not going to be any repeats. Ever.” He leans forward and kisses you, gently moving his lips over yours until you are kissing him back. 

“Ok,” you pull back and you finally relax your white knuckled grip on your own hands and cuddle into his arms. “It’ll be good, we’ll all meet and talk about wedding stuff. And everything will be fine.” You reassure yourself aloud in a voice that is strained, but when you say it, Jake gives you a little squeeze and drops a kiss on your head.

After a few moments Jake breaks the silence. “That painting is still crooked.” You glance up at the lopsided painting and begin to giggle and Jake gets up to fix it.

– – – 

Grace had agreed to be your maid of honour when you asked. She had given you a big hug and pulled you into her arms and whispered, “I’m so happy for you.” into your hair. 

When you had told her about Jake’s suggestion for dinner she didn’t react beyond squeezing your hand. “Who are his groomsmen?” You tell her their names and call signs while you are at it. “Are they cute? Are they assholes? Are they single?” 

“Not as cute as Jake.” Grace rolls her eyes at your response. “Bob’s ego is smaller than Jake’s and he’s easier to be around than the others, and Javy’s married.” 

“You like Jake’s ego and confidence.” Grace knocks you with her shoulder and you grin guiltily. Jake’s casual confidence in himself and your relationship is what drew you to him. 

– – – 

On the day of the dinner you can’t sit still. You had gotten ready early and now were pacing around the living room until you had to leave. Jake eventually grabs you and pulls you into his arms. “You good?” You rock your head back and forth in a non-committal motion. 

You trusted Jake and had no doubts about him but it was hard to overcome the anxiety you felt with Jake and Grace meeting each other. You had discussed it in therapy and knew it was a good idea and something you wanted to happen. Actually doing it was harder than talking about it. You were grateful there would be a group for the first meeting.

Jake held your hand the whole drive to the restaurant and through most of the evening. Everytime he would trace a heart on the back of your hand or XOXO you couldn’t stop the smile from breaking out over your face. It was a fun evening and beyond a rather intense argument between Bradley and Grace over the best ice cream place in San Diego, everyone got along. As the evening progressed you felt the tension slip away. 

At Javy’s insistence everyone exchanged numbers and a group chat was set up that included Julia and Jessie, who had both agreed to be bridesmaids. Bradley had been disappointed to learn that Jake's sisters were both in a relationship. 

Jake still had a slightly murderous expression as he stalked to the truck. “Jake, your one sister is married with a kid and the other is a lesbian. Bradley has literally no chance.” You try to calm him. “Let it go.”

Jake huffs like a toddler and you smile ruefully, wishing you had a brother like Jake. The drive home is quiet, with neither of you talking for most of it. “I’m proud of you.” Jake says eventually before taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it.

“What? For introducing the two people in my life?” He frowns at your sarcastic response and pulls into the driveway. 

“You know it's not just that.” His voice is soft as you walk inside and you turn to him. “I know how far you have come, and how you are this amazing, strong, resilient woman and how much you have done all on your own.”

You blink back the surprising tears you feel at Jake's comment. “Well I'm not alone anymore.” You say with a smile.

“And you will never be alone again.” Jake's lips caress your as his hands move over your sides and smooth your jacket off your shoulders as he guides you through the living room.

“That painting is crooked again!” You stumble slightly as Jake abruptly leaves your side, lips frozen in a kiss. You watch as he stalks over to the painting and straightens it again. 

“There,” he says in satisfaction. “Now where were we?” He returns to you, his lips travelling down your neck as his hands cup your ass, urging you to jump and wrap your legs around him before he carries you into the bedroom.

[imawkwardlysoc]

"let's get married in vegas"

Song- Stupid In Love by MAX ft. Huh Yun-jin

Pairing- Javy Machado x afab! reader

Warning(s)- none

Wordcount- 1,671

Summary- What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?

Having a big family and having your partner come from a big family is hectic. Especially when you recently got engaged. That was Y/N and Javy was dealing right now. Their parents had a list of friends and family guests that they hadn’t talked to in years. Their lists were pretty simple to map out since they knew who they wanted to invite—just close friends and family including Javy’s squadron. The thought of having a small intimate wedding flew out of the window when their parents interjected with their lists of people they wanted to invite. There were debates if they should have their wedding in Texas where Javy was born and raised or Y/N’s home state or San Deigo.

“Woah, what happened?” Javy asked as he walked into their house to see Y/N lying on their floor with tears in her eyes.

Placing his bag down on the floor and joining her, Javy wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer.

“What’s going on?” Javy placed a kiss on top of her head.

“I love our mothers but they are causing me a headache,” Y/N replied. “The slight guilt trip my mother has been giving me has been hell.”

“I’m sorry,” Javy pulled her closer as an idea popped into his head.

“I know that face,” Y/N saw the look on her fiance’s face. “I see the hamster running in there.”

“Let’s elope,” Javy suggested. “Southwest easily has flights every hour to go to Vegas. We can get married there without a waiting period and spend the weekend there on a mini honeymoon.”

“You know there’s no waiting period here also right?” Y/N raised her eyebrow.

“I know but I’m so stupid and crazy in love with you that I’ll be fine with an Elvis impersonator officiating our wedding,” Javy chuckled. “So, what do you think?”

“No to the Elvis impersonator but I’m fine going to Vegas with just the two of us and coming back as a married couple,” Y/N placed a kiss on his lips.

“Alright, this settles it,” Javy pulled his partner up from the floor and wrapped his arms around her waist. “We’re eloping to Vegas and getting married.”

Smiling, she kissed Javy’s lips before heading to the kitchen to get dinner started.

After planning for three weeks and getting their outfits, the couple landed in Vegas and got their room at Circa. Thankfully, the Daggers didn’t question them when they were taking a weekend trip out of San Diego. The day they landed and got to their room, they decided to get some dinner before relaxing for the evening. They also found a chapel where they wanted to get married. 

“Morning,” Javy groveled before placing a kiss on Y/N’s neck.

“Morning,” Y/N turned to face him. “We’re getting married today.”

“We are,” the aviator smiled and kissed her.

Hearing a knock on the door, the two looked at each other to see if they ordered room service. After finding out neither of them did, Javy got out of bed to look through the peephole to see who it was.

“A good morning to you two,” Jake walked into their room.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N questioned. “It’s not like we don’t want you here.”

“Well, I can’t let two of my closest friends get married alone,” Jake explained. “Also it would be awkward if I told your parents and the rest of the squad that we need to leave.”

“How did you even know we were here?” Javy asked.

“You forgot to unlink it from the shared calendar,” Jake patted his shoulder.

“Oh,” Javy chuckled.

“Well, we are glad that all of you are here,” Y/N hugged Jake. “It did feel weird not having you guys here.”

“Well, we’re getting brunch soon so you two better get ready,” Jake told them.

Saying goodbye to him, the couple changed out of their pajamas into their clothes before leaving their hotel room. Walking through the restaurant, they soon met their parents and the Daggers giving them hugs. Before sitting down, their mothers asked if they could talk so they went to the side to have the conversation.

“Look, we are so sorry for taking this wedding over,” Y/N’s mother apologized.

“We’re just excited that our children are getting married,” Javy’s mom added.

“We get it,” the couple told them. “We’re still going to have a big ceremony don’t worry.”

“Just don’t take it over,” Javy chuckled.

“Don’t worry, we won’t,” their mothers chuckled.

Hugging each other, the four returned to the restaurant and sat down. As everyone ordered food and drinks, everyone was asking Y/N and Javy if they were excited which they were. Once everyone was filled up with food and drinks, Y/N and Coyote were separated by their respective parties so they could get ready.

The girls got their hair done before returning to the hotel room to prepare for the ceremony. The guys got a drink together before returning to the hotel and into the room Rooster and Hangman shared. Both rooms had music playing as everyone got ready.

“So, how are you feeling?” Phoenix asked.

“Nervous,” Y/N chuckled. “I feel ready though.”

“Come on, let’s go,” Callie, Javy’s sister, linked arms with her sister-in-law.

Leaving the room, all the women left the hotel to the chapel where Javy and Y/N planned on getting married. From a far distance, most of the guys could see Y/N in the far distance. Pulling Javy back from the group, Jake wrapped his arm around his best friend’s shoulders as they looked at the scene before them.

“Ready for this?” Jake looked at Javy.

“To marry the love of my life and create a family? Yes,” Javy nodded which left a grin on Jake’s face. “Thank you by the way.”

“It’s no problem,” the Texan patted Javy’s shoulder. “That’s what a best man is for. I call dibs for being the godfather of your first child.”

“We don’t even trust you with plant sitting, I’m not sure how we can trust you with our firstborn,” Javy chuckled and walked away.

“Hey! It was one time!” Jake threw his hands up in the air.

Walking closer to the group, Javy immediately felt all of the oxygen in his body leave as he saw Y/N.

“Wow,” Javy smiled. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” Y/N blushed. “Ready for this?”

“Hell yeah,” Javy replied. “Come on, let’s go.”

Linking each other’s arms, they entered the chapel and stood under the arch as their friends and family sat in the pews. The officiant started their speech before Y/N and Javy spoke their vows to each other. Let’s just say, there was no dry eye in the crowd. 

“With the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I may pronounce you as Mr. and Mrs. Machado!” The officiant announced. “You may now kiss-”

Javy pulled Y/N closer to him and dipped her while kissing her. In the background, muffled cheers and screams from their friends and family filled the room. Bring Y/N back up from the dip, the now-married couple turned to see their friends and family cheering for them. With the ceremony all done, they took pictures with their friends and family before the couple had to leave for an appointment they had. Their families and Javy’s squadron went to do their own thing together before meeting up at the restaurant where Maverick had booked a reservation to have the reception.

Walking out of the tattoo parlor, Javy and Y/N admired the matching tattoos they got. Javy has an F/A F-18 Super Hornet on his wrist with a dotted line leaning to the outline of California with a heart over San Diego on Y/N’s wrist. The tattoos were pretty small so there wouldn’t be any hassle covering them up if they needed to. Getting into the car, Javy texted his squadron while Y/N texted their families saying they were on their way to the restaurant.

“Mr. and Mrs. Machado have entered the building!” Jake announced as Y/N and Javy entered the private room.

“Thank you all,” Y/N thanked them.

“Honestly, we’re glad all of you are here,” Javy added.

“To Mr. and Mrs. Machado,” Maverick raised his drink as others followed.

Everyone cheered and clinked their glasses before sitting down in their seats. Everyone ordered their meals before getting into conversations with each other. As the food came, speeches were given by their parents and close friends. Tears of laughter ran down the couple’s faces as Jake told an embarrassing story about Javy during the academy. Let’s just say it involves them and some other classmates camping and how Javy got his callsign. There were also some emotional tears from hearing their parent’s speeches.

Seeing the two-tiered cake being placed in front of them, Javy and Y/N held the knife together and cut the cake. Feeding each other a piece without smearing each other’s faces, they served everyone a slice of cake before finishing theirs. They looked around the room and admired the view in front of them. All of their friends and family were enjoying themselves and the conversations were flowing.

Soon dinner ended, and everyone walked out of the restaurant with their stomachs filled with food and drinks.

“Now one last congratulations to the now-married couple.” Everyone clapped and cheered.

“You two have a nice night now,” Bob hugged them.

“Not too much fun,” Jake nudged Javy.

Rolling their eyes, they said goodbye to everyone before heading back to the hotel. Walking into their room, they collapsed in their bed after the exhausting day they had.

“We’re married,” Y/N chuckled.

“We’re married,” Javy chuckled as they looked at the rings on their fingers. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now why don’t we,” Y/N leaned closer to his ear and whispered the rest in his ear.

“Yes ma’am.”

[charliedawn]

I just remembered when I started reading and imurging into the series, I think I was asking that I wanted Yandere Five again.

Is it too late to ask now? While I'm at it, I'll try to catch up on the series so have this dancing cat

Five wasn't one to hold a grudge, certainly not for something as small as being forgotten by his own siblings—or the whole world...

He hadn't held a grudge against his siblings for dooming the planet over and over again.

He hadn't held a grudge when he had realized the only reason he had been sent to St Louis was because his siblings had been too scared to rise against their father to come get him themselves.

However, there were things he couldn't forgive his sibling.

And one of them...was how they had lied about you.

He had asked about you the moment he was back, and they had all assured him that you were gone.

He had come to be at peace with that fact, even though it had taken him years to do so...

But then, Five had found a letter addressed to the family—an invitation.

You are invited to Y/N and Y/H's wedding.

The words had struck him like lightning.

Five stilled and it took a moment for him to realize why all of his siblings but him had suddenly things planned today.

They had lied to him. You were still alive and worst of all, you were getting married.

Five's mind was suddenly flooded by memories of the both of you and it mixed with this dark smoke of utter rage and jealousy.

It clouded his mind and the corners of his lips curved upwards as he tear the invitation to pieces and threw them to the floor before storming out of the room.

He knew exactly what to do..

"You thought I would just let you go ? Oh, honey. You got another storm coming.." He brought his axe down from the wall and teleported to the address on the card.

"Time to crash the wedding."

The doors of the ceremony were closed, but it didn't stop him.

He brought his axe down restlessly on the door until the lock was but a mere memory and he then kicked it open.

All of the guests froze and your eyes widened as you saw him stride in.

He tilted his head and sought out for you amongst the crowd, only to meet your eyes and he huffed a laugh of disbelief.

"This is officially worse than the apocalypse.", he muttered under his breath.

But then, he found his siblings there. They were all waiting for him.

As if they knew...As they had planned it all.

"YOU TRAITORS !", he screamed and couldn't hold back his anger any longer. He was tired. And felt betrayed.

"...It's over, Five. She knew you would try to stop it. But, we wanted to prove her wrong. Now, we know.", Victor said.

"Sorry, lil' bro. We can't let you ruin her anymore than you already did.", Klaus supported.

"You need to stop. Now.", Diego added with a frown and Five burst out laughing—a chill-inducing laugh that made you feel cold and dead inside.

"I'd like to see you try..Get out of my way, before I make you." It was no warning at this point, it was clearly a threat.

His siblings looked at each other worriedly before turning back towards him.

"Five...Can't you see that you're going too far ? You're not thinking straight.", Allison tried to reason with him, but he then spat hatefully.

"Oh..I've never been so clear-sighted, sister."

He then walked around the room, thrilled and spurred on by the fear and growing tension in the room.

"I just came back...I mourned you...I FUCKING cried for you !", he said—his eyes not leaving you and your breath hitched and you took a step back.

Five realized you were scared of him and threw his head back with laughter before raising his axe in the air, pointing it at you.

"...Now, know that all of THIS is on you."

You didn't understand, not until Five jumped in time and space and in the blink of an eye...Everyone was gone.

Your husband/wife.

The guests.

The other Hargreeves.

The only people remaining were yourself and Five.

He took a deep breath and looked up at you with a twisted smile and blood splattered everywhere..

You eyes lowered to the axe in his hand and you froze at the amount of blood dripping from it.

He dropped it and it made a loud noise as it hit the floor and made you jolt as you raised your tearful eyes at the boy you used to love.

"Now, dont look at me like that, sweetheart.", he told you with an insane glimpse in his eyes. "I told you I loved you...I told you to wait for me...Now imagine my feelings when I come back and realize the only person I ever trusted beside my own siblings, the only one who I have ever felt a genuine connection with, is getting married to someone else."

You closed your eyes as you hoped he wouldn't hurt you.

He seemed to understand and suddenly stopped to kneel in front of you. He sighed and took your hand.

"I didn't want to yell at you. I was just so upset when I learned the news and I...*pause* Can't you see ? We are made for each other."

He tried to make you look at him, but you then glared at him and pulled away from him.

"I wish you had never come back."

Your unforgiving words broke the last thread of humanity remaining in Five and he stayed silent for a second, but finally grabbed your hand again.

"YOU DON'T GET TO HATE ME !"

But this time, his grip on your hand neared painful and you let out a small whimper of pain.

He seemed to realize his mistake and quickly let go.

As soon as he released you, you soothed your wrist with your thumb and glared daggers at him.

"You're insane.", you told him and Five let out a small humorless laugh.

"You have no idea."

He then took out a gun and pointed it at the picture of your fiancé. Your eyes widened and you immediately shook you head before joining your hands together.

"No..Everything but that. Please. He/She is a good man/woman."

Five smirked maliciously before repeating.

"...Everything ?"

"Yes.", you said without hesitation and Five hummed thoughtfully before lowering the gun.

"Fine. Marry me then."

Your eyes widened at the command and you shook your head at the absurd idea.

"...You're physically a kid. I can't exactly go to the alter, or I'll get arrested.", you tried to reason with him—but he wasn't taking no for an answer.

He shrugged and replied confidently.

"I can wait. I will take you as my wife/husband the moment I am rid of this body."

He gestured to his own body with a disgusted grimace and you shivered. The nice little boy of your past was definitely gone. Only the monster remained..

He caught your eyes on him and his smile vanished, replaced by a disapproving frown.

"...Don't look at me like that.", he warned you, but you couldn't help it. You wanted your best friend back, the little boy you used to play with and tell everything to, the little boy who brought you flowers and told you he loved you when he didn't even understand the meaning yet...

"...Why are you doing this to me, Five ? I thought we were friends at least..", you said with tears in your eyes.

He tilted his head and something shifted in his eyes for a second—but it was quickly gone.

"Friends ?...Oh no...We're not friends."

He took a step forward, which made you step back and fall.

He then stood above you and made sure to make you understand how you were and shall always be beneath him.

"You betrayed me. I may love you, but I won't ever forget it...So, until we get married ?"

He grabbed your jaw and his eyes looked you up and down in your lovely white dress/suit he wanted to soil..

He lowered his hand to trace patterns of blood on the offensive white material and suddenly grabbed you by the collar to pull you so close to him, there was no way to escape.

"You're mine. I own you. And it'll be so until you get back those feelings you pretend to have lost.."

His lips were so close to yours, you failed to breathe properly and you blinked your tears away as every gesture you made was observed very closely by Five.

You finally raised your hand to stroke Five's cheek and smiled weakly at him.

"I never pretended anything..I still love Five. I always will.."

His eyes softened and he gave you a genuine smile, but it was quickly wiped away by your next words.

"But, you're not Five. Not anymore..."

You lowered your hand and Five stayed still for a moment before letting out a small annoyed tssk before standing up again.

"You'll recognize me soon enough.."

He then teleported away. Not because he was tired, or he needed to do something else—but because he wasn't sure himself of who he was.

[whitmoreroyals]

A ROYAL ROMANCE

SEASON 1

Transcript under the cut

Beginning / Previous / Next

{Bridgette} I can't believe they get married tomorrow already time flew.

{Diego} It really did it will be a busy day tomorrow.

{Bridgette} They seem so in love.

{Diego} They sure do Gigi, I am happy for them both.

{Ethan} I wanted to introduce you to a friend of mine that I served in the navy with.

{Adrianna} Are you two trying to set me up? *chuckles*

{Andrea} Now what kind of sister would I be if I didn't try setting up my little sister? *chuckles*

{Adrianna} Because I love you both I will meet him.

{Ethan} Great because here he comes.

{Gulliver} Are you both ready for the big day tomorrow?

{Ethan} Yes, nervous but ready. Guv please meet Adrianna.

{Adrianna} Nice to meet you.

{Gulliver} Drea was not lying about your beauty.

{Adrianna} Thank you. You are quite handsome yourself.

{Ethan} Well why don't you two chat and get to know each other a bit.

[Distant Chatter]

{Andrew} May I have everyone's attention, please? I would like to express my gratitude to all of you for joining us today on the eve of the wedding.

{Andrew} Thank you, everyone, for celebrating Ethan and Andrea's last day as an engaged couple. Tomorrow, they will officially become husband and wife.

{Andrew} Andrea you have brought so much joy not only to our son but to this family as a whole. We are happy to welcome you to the family as we celebrate you two tomorrow.

{Andrew} We wish you two a happy and long marriage, congratulations to you both. Everyone enjoy the rest of the festivities and see you all tomorrow for the big day.

Thank you @trentonsimblr for giving Gulliver Humphreys so he can meet Adrianna :)

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Wedding

Do you wanna know who’s getting married in this prompt? Well, go read and find out!

Read on ao3 or under the cut

All of their friends were there. Violetta, Francesca, Maxi, Naty, Leon, Diego, Broduey, Andres… and even Federico! They hadn’t heard from Federico for so long that they almost thought he died.

Camila’s family was there. Her parents, all of her sisters, all of her cousins, aunts, uncles, and a bunch of plus ones. Even plus ones of plus ones. They were sure that there were some people here just to crash the wedding. It was fine. Camila would have done the same. As long as they behaved.

Ludmila’s family was… well, as many as could be, were there. Her dad was there. Germán was there. Violetta, of course. Her friends were also her family. She didn’t expect her mom to be there, especially because she was institutionalized. But her mom had been wishing her good luck. Ludmila wasn’t sure her mom knew who she married…

Who knew Camila Torres and Ludmila Ferro would get married? Not the two girls.

But life is full of surprises.

”I now pronounce you married,” the officiator said.

”Do we have to kiss in front of our friends?” Ludmila asked.

Everyone laughed.

”Come here!” Camila laughed and then dipped her, as she kissed her hard.

People clapped, cried and cheered. And of course, everyone took photos and recorded them, so if you went on social media this day, you’d see the same videos and photos but from different perspectives.

Everyone was sitting by the tables, eating cake and chatting with each other. But then, it was time for wedding speeches.

Ludmila and Camila were both kind of scared of what their friends would say. Especially as Violetta went up first.

“So, I got to know Camila and Ludmila roughly around the same time. And I got very different first impressions from them.”

Everyone laughed.

“And every time I saw Camila and Ludmila interact for that first year, they were all up in each other’s faces. Like, in retrospect I should have known… I remember by the time they told us ‘by the way, we’re dating’, suddenly I felt like… I wasn’t as surprised as I should be?”

A lot of people nodded and chuckled slightly.

Violetta told some fun stories in her speech, and after she was done, it was Maxi’s turn.

“So I’ve known Camila since we were 12,” he said. “My first memory of her is us being on the playground at our middle school, and suddenly Ludmila came outside. Camila immediately pointed at her and she said ‘that’s my mortal enemy’.”

Camila and Ludmila giggled and shook their heads.

Maxi then talked about some pranks and beefs Camila and Ludmila had with each other, and eventually he started to suspect something was going on.

“You wanna know when I realized you were in love with Ludmila?” Maxi asked. “It was when you and her were gonna sing a duet, and I expected you were gonna compete for the spotlight again. But instead, you stood there on stage, and your eyes… sparkled. And I realized… oh… OH!”

Everyone made “aww” sounds and giggled.

Maxi also talked about some shenanigans he and Camila did, as well as his relationship with Ludmila. It brought a lot of laughs and facepalms from the two wedded, as they recalled everything Maxi brought up.

It was then Naty’s turn.

“As long as I’ve known Ludmila, she has been obsessed with Camila. I thought it was because they were ‘mortal enemies’, but… well, girls, are you still mortal enemies now?”

“Absolutely!” Camila and Ludmila exclaimed as they grinned.

Naty started talking about all the plans Ludmila had about Camila. “At one time, I asked you how come you wanted to get her attention so much. Why can’t you just focus on yourself? And you answered ‘Nat, you don’t understand anything!’”

Everyone laughed again.

As Diego went up to have a speech, he had a similar story to Naty’s. “Well, I’ve known Ludmila basically all of my life, and I can say that I knew about Camila’s existence already when we were as young as five. It would take another 13 years before I’d actually meet her, but Ludmila gave me a very special picture of her. I remember, when she told me about all the things ‘that vicious Cami’ did, I too asked her why she just couldn’t leave her alone or just ignore her. Ludmila answered ‘Diego, you just don’t get it!’. And I guess I never did… until I met Camila and I saw exactly how they were with each other.”

Some chuckles were spread out.

One of Camila’s sisters also had a speech, and mentioned how apparently one of their first memories was of Camila obsessively talking about Ludmila.

What the two women could gather from all of the speeches was, how obvious it was that eventually the two would get together. They had spent so many years thinking they hated each other, but along the way, they realized they actually loved each other all along.

“Let’s dance!” Maxi exclaimed as everyone had finished their speeches.

Camila and Ludmila took each other’s hands as they stood up.

“Ready to dance?” Camila asked.

“Shut up, nerd,” Ludmila replied teasingly, as she kissed her.

[seancekitsch]

forehead kisses but it's the male being kissed on the forehead

dancing together, one of them takes the other’s hand, kisses it with klaus hargreeves? :3

sorry this took so long aaaaaaahhhhh

You weren’t one to cry at weddings, really you weren’t. All it took, apparently, was seeing Sloane so happy. That’s what made you cry. You loved your sister, but there was always this quiet sadness to her, something you couldn’t quite name or place but you knew of it. Luther seemed to scare that away from her; her smiles more genuine, her laugh bigger.

You wiped your tear quickly, hoping no one noticed.

“Can’t help but see you get all weepy out there. What, my officiating skills too impressive?” Klaus teases as he approaches where you’re seated with your little shrimp cocktail.

“Yeah, made me cry how ill-prepared you were,” you shoot back, all joking.

He throws his hand against his heart and pouts, before reaching his hand out to you.

“What?” is all you can ask.

“What, what? Come dance,” he beckons.

“I don’t dance.”

“You will with me,” he says like it’s final, like he knows you’ll say yes.

You begrudgingly place your hand in his, and try not to shiver at the contact. He makes it no easier by placing a wet kiss to your knuckles, the same ones that punched him only a few days ago. How funny, how quickly things change.

One slow dance leads into two, and then two fast dances. Klaus is right, you do dance with him. He swings you around easily, making up steps as he goes and there’s a fluidity to how you keep up and match him along the way. It’s like when you were young and Ben would spin you around the living room or that summer you and Marcus took swing dancing lessons, only better. This time the steps didn’t feel clunky or misplaced, you didn’t feel like you were fucking things up.

Klaus is all smiles and limbs, pulling you into these moves with ease. He’s different, you conclude, than anyone you’d ever met in the best way possible. You’re hoping somehow that at the end of it all, you and Klaus get to have one last laugh together. Shame, that Kugelblitz and all.

“You look tired, I wear you out that much, partner?” his eyebrows wiggle as he asks, a low ball innuendo but you let it slide because you can tell the wine is going to his brain.

You nod, now being the one to lead him somewhere. His grip on your hand is loose, but he stays connected with you as you get back to your seat. He only pulls his hand away to adjust his chair as close as possible to yours. Klaus leans against you, his grasp of personal space being tenuous at best when sober, but you welcome his intrusion. He grabs another champagne flute from a waiter that walks by and hands it immediately to you.

“Thanks, Bub.”

He laughs and points across the dance floor, at Five jumping wildly to the music, narrowly missing Viktor and Diego as he does so.

“That little man is so confused,” you chuckle, and he nods against your shoulder. You fall into a comfortable silence, just people watching both of your families as they finally sort of got along. Maybe the end of the universe wouldn’t be so bad if you could just go out like this.

“Hey Klaus?” you break the quiet moment. He only hums in response.

“Nothing,” anything you wanted to say dying in your throat.

Instead, you turn your head slightly, and press a champagne tinted kiss to his forehead. You hand finds his knee, the plush velvet of his suit against your calloused palm.

There’s nothing else to say.

[chrisodonline]

Finale Spec/Wishes, pt. 1

Not sure what else to call this. Also, this is mainly G related because, well, duh. It’s me. There would be other stuff for other characters, though some of that IS mentioned.

I just need to get some of this typed out so I stop thinking about it and risk just adding on. (Lolz. Me? Going on too long? LOLZ.) 

It’s a mix of “What I could see happening and either like/don’t mind and have accepted” with the occasional “This would be a DREAM come true.”

I have no idea who all would even be able to come back, either, but well. It’s early yet. 

Also, not formatted in any special way because there’s a lot of dialogue that’s not official dialogue so I’m not about to make this so many more paragraphs longer than it should be. 

Again, not a fic. Just rambling. 

Also, I am breaking it up because it is clearly going to be ridiculously long. Even for me. So this is just part 1. (For the two people who might read all of it.)

Stuff that would have to happen in the third to last episode:

There’s a case, sure, but who cares or pays attention to that.

The episode begins with Callen having set a date for the wedding and letting everyone know. Kensi gently points out most people send Save the Dates. So Callen starts writing the information on a post-it note, and Sam stops him. Tells him he needs to get some real invitations printed. G: “I think this is more personal, though.” Deeks: “I think those are actually Kensi’s post-its that made their way onto your desk.”

Callen promises to get something more professionally printed.

Penultimate episode:

More formal invites have been printed and people are starting to get them. Case stuff case stuff case stuff. Villain of the week is pretty icky and sociopathic, which makes Kensi and Deeks reflect on all the “monsters” they’ve had to deal with. Kensi says it’s hard, but she also is glad she gets to be one of the people to help get those monsters put away. Even if they don’t always stay put away. Deeks knows she’s talking about Kessler. He mentions the body stitchers and how being in the field makes you have to face the worst of it. Kensi agrees that’s definitely a drawback. She looks at him, again, and he’s clearly been thinking about something. She asks him what. He doesn’t want to share just yet, but she tells him there’s nothing he can say right now that’s worse than what they had to deal with today.

Deeks admits he’s been looking at opportunities at the base in San Diego. There has been some turnover since people are starting to retire, and, unlike people who retire from OSP, they actually will stay retired. Kensi, “Opportunities? Like what?” Deeks: “Well, keep in mind we’d be limited to really dealing with base matters or more behind-the-scenes analytical matters.” Kensi asks if he wants to leave LA and OSP. Deeks says he just wants them to look at it and consider it. Kensi could get a job instruction/training if something more up her alley is available right away. It would be steadier, even if in another town, but still a day trip from LA. Kensi says they’ll talk about it more later. Deeks, “I just don’t want to keep facing psychos and risk collecting more enemies that can hurt us. Our family.” Kensi reiterates they’ll talk about it.

Callen is arriving home, he greets Anna. Anna hands him a card that came for him in the mail. He opens it, and it’s a “Congratulations” card. Anna, “Someone must’ve gotten their invite. Who is it?” Callen’s confused, “Not sure.” He opens to the card to read it: “My dearest Callen, Imagine my surprise to learn that you’re getting married. Looking forward to the wedding and seeing you again. - Janiver”

Callen drops the card, and Anna asks what’s wrong. He just looks at her, freaked out. Episode ends.

Finale:

Kensi’s in the shooting range. Deeks comes in, asks how long she plans to stay in there. She’s gone through dozens of rounds already. And this was after she woke up early and did intense cardio. Kensi says she’s just doing what’s needed to stay good at her job. Deeks offers, “This wouldn’t have anything to do with Janvier’s card, would it?” Kensi keeps shooting. Deeks, “Or with what we talked about. Or with how that first thing I mentioned is making that second thing seem like something we should really be talking more about.” Kensi stops shooting.

Kensi says it’s just a reminder that Kessler is still out there, and if Janvier is a threat again, it would be a lot. The latter killed coworkers and was involved with getting Deeks tortured, and vowed to come back and hurt them all. She understands where he’s coming from. Deeks, “Well, that’s good.” Kensi, “No, it’s not good.” Deeks, “What’s the problem.” Kensi, “It’s bad because  you’re right.” Deeks, “I’m not sure how to take that.” Kensi, “I mean, I know you’re right. It makes sense. San Diego. I just wish you weren’t right.” Deeks, “Again, I love you, but I am not sure how I’m supposed to be taking this.” Kensi just looks at him, almost near tears, “I wish leaving OSP wasn’t the right thing to do. Because I don’t want to do it.” Deeks, “We don’t have to. We’re not even guaranteed spots. They might be iffier about spouses working together, so we may have to be--” Kensi, “No, that’s the thing, Deeks. We do have to.”

Sam is pacing near the door. Rountree and Fatima are at their desks. Fatima, “How long has he been pacing? Should we worry?” Rountree, “I don’t know. He’s not usually a pacer. He’s usually a ‘punching bag is my fidget toy’ guy.” Fatima nods. “Maybe you should go check on him.” Rountree just eyes her. Fatima, “Better you than me. Go.”

Rountree approaches Sam. He asks Sam if he’s okay. Sam just shakes his head. “It’s not okay. My partner is an idiot. And  he called when he was about half an hour out, so he should be here soon.” Rountree, “Are you worried something’s going to happen to him before he gets here, like with the Katya thing?” Sam just stops. He looks over at Rountree and stares. “Well now I am.” Rountree apologizes. “I’m sure he’s fine.” Sam just nods. “He better be fine. It’s gonna be a lot harder to yell at him if he’s injured or doesn’t make it here.” Rountree’s eyes widen, things just got awkward, and he slinks away. He looks at Fatima, “Tag, you’re it next time.” 

Callen walks through the door. Sam stares at him. Callen cracks, “Hi, honey. I’m home.” Sam just glares more. Callen sighs and starts walking. Sam doesn’t let him get far. “You shouldn’t have gone alone. It could’ve been a trap.” Callen shakes his head. “That’s exactly why I had to go alone. He always threatened to go after all of you first. If it was a trap, you would’ve been in more danger than I was.” Sam, “Then why not take someone he might not know, like the rookies over there.” Callen, “You really want to put them on his radar? No. It made sense I went alone. You’ll be happy to know, he is still very much locked up.”

Sam nods. “That’s good. Any idea how he found out?” Callen shakes his head, “None. He did claim that he just felt it in his heart. So maybe he just wanted to screw with my head.” Sam, “Right. It’s just mind games, G. He’s locked up. He’s not a threat. I told you this.” Callen notes that he probably still has connections, so we don’t really know that. “I’m not chancing it. I’ve already talked to Anna. We’re changing the wedding date.” Sam looks shocked, “You’re what?” Callen explains that they’re going to push it up and just have a smaller ceremony than planned, which he has no complaints about. He’s hoping sooner rather than later gives anyone who might have something planned less time to even find out when and where it’s moved to.  Sam asks when the wedding is. Callen explains they’re not sharing the exact date, time, and location until it’s much closer. Sam is super annoyed with this. Callen says, “Look, just keep the first full week next month really open. All I’m saying.” Sam, “That’s just weeks away.” Callen nods. 

[lolathelotus]

The Vatore Family Round 5

During Diego Lobo's Round, Caleb moved in with him, and they had a beautiful wedding in Tartosa. You can read about that here.

Caleb makes sure he and Diego come over most evenings after work.

Ravin is proud to tell her uncle Caleb how well she's doing in school.

Quest ages up into a teen.

Lilith takes Lucia on a date to the Inspired Palette.

None of my business what they think about when gazing lovingly into each other's eyes...

Lucia is happily married with children, but that doesn't deter Lilith from making it official.

Alika Kahananui sneaks away from Sulani to visit his daughter.

He takes Ravin to the library and helps her with her homework. His wife, Mele, still doesn't know about Ravin.

Vera applies to University this round.

Stuart graduates from High School, but has no idea what he wants to do with his adulthood.

Ravin begins to notice that things feel different...

Lilith decides it is time to let her daughter know how alike the two really are.

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TL;DR: Having moved in with his husband, Diego Lobo, last round, Caleb comes to visit every few days. He lives down the road from the Vatores. Quest turns 13. Lilith continues to date Lucia Markovic, who is still married. They make it official. Stuart turns 20. Ravin turns 13 and begins to learn Vampire Skills from her mother, Lilith, and her father, Alika Kahananui.

[lochrannn]

For the fic writer meme: 1, 8, 12, 32, and 40 ('Throw your hands up at me', if you want a specific idea!).

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Sappy love-y dove-y shit is like the number one requirement. Then I'll sprinkle in some pining and usually a lot of physical contact. I live for that shit, ngl XD

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

This conversation from you ain't alone, so why are you lonely between Diego and Klaus:

“So you’re taking your fake wife on a fake honeymoon beach trip to take some romantic pictures and you have absolutely no ulterior motive, you say?” Klaus asks, sipping on a large mug filled with a very fragrant and spicy smelling tea in Ben’s living room.

Diego’s leaning against the windowsill, arms crossed defensively, while Ben is over by the dining table unpacking his camera equipment and trying to pare down the amount of stuff he’s going to send Diego out with and very pointedly trying to look like he’s not listening. “First off, Lila’s my actual wife, you were literally the witness, Klaus, and second of all, yeah, I have an ulterior motive, I want to help her convince immigration officials that we didn’t just get married so she could get a visa!”

“That’s not what I’m talking about, stop deflecting!” Klaus says in that mild tone of his that always puts Diego on edge.

“Why, what other ulterior motive could I have other than scamming the government?” Diego asks in irritation and then instantly regrets opening that door for Klaus. The slow grin that spreads across his brother’s face makes Diego regret a lot of choices in his life.

“I think you’re in love with your wife, you weirdo!” Klaus says, batting his eyelashes at him and Diego tries not to react, but then thinks that may be exactly the wrong choice, so a little too late he grimaces and says, “Don’t be silly!”

“Oh please, it was written all over your face at the wedding. And so much sexual tension between the two of you, maybe you should fuck and see whether that resolves it,” Klaus offers with a shrug.

“Yeah, no… that didn’t really work…” Diego breathes out and then instantly realizes the horrible mistake he made when both his brothers almost shout, “What?!” at the same time.

“Urgh, you slept with your wife, you pervert?” Klaus squeals in delight, almost falling over on the couch laughing at his own joke.

“She wasn’t my wife then…” Diego shoots back and he just doesn’t know how this keeps happening. Why is he arguing about this with Klaus? He really, really doesn’t want to talk about it, but Klaus just always manages to push his buttons.

“Oh, intriguing! Do tell!” his brother rights himself on the couch and looks at him with big curious eyes.

“Absolutely fucking not!” Diego says grumpily and crosses his arms again, trying to physically make himself shut the fuck up.

I just think it's the best I've done at banter that isn't between Lila and Diego. I don't know that I always get them right either, but I think there a lot of the conversation comes from progressing whatever I want to have happen, but this conversation was sort of just there to be funny, and I really enjoyed writing it.

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

It's got to be The Majestic 12 (2x4). I mean there are many that are absolutely inspiriation in the Diego/Lila department, but Lila sprawled against a topless Diego at the beginning of the ep, them behaving like their already married after one night together, then the slightly tense supsicious conversation at the consulate that isn't so much defused as catapulted into a different kind of tension when they start dancing. OOOOFFFF. And then Lila explicitly facing the dilemma of obaying her mother or helping Diego and just to add to all the delicious intrigue, she goes with her mother's orders (for now). Diego's expression of betrayal and hurt. Also, Diego's hallway fight at the end is really good XD

32. How do you feel about smut?

Horny, you perv.

I'll answer 40 tomorrow because I just have no time right now, sorry XD But please, if anyone wants to send more questions, go right ahead.

And thanks for playing along!

[khaleesiofalicante]

That was like, the cutest thing ever ok??🥺🥺

With IALS and LBAF angst, this was so emotional!!!

Poor Magnus and Alec having to put up with the raisins😔

Alec followed after him anyway. It was his favorite thing to do. CAN YOU PLEASE NOT, SIR???

Magnus speaking in a different language with each one of his kids>>>>

Rafael and Max's dynamic is everything to me lmaoo

Anjali calling everyone out like the bad bitch she is😎

“My turn,” Anjali grinned. “Alec, I want you to rank the sexiest senators. Top three. Go.” she is my role model in life😂

“Two is Mark Blackthorn,” Alec sighed and looked at Anjali. “And one is Diego.” HOLY FUCK JDHDJDBDJ I laughed so hard I woke up my mom!!!

“Uh,” David said. “Does my car count as a public place?” it's official!! They have a car kink in every universe!!!

Sexcapades omfg😂😂😂

They did it in a church!!! On a confessional booth!!!! On rosewood's wedding day!!!! Everyone else go home, they are the winners here 😂 that scene was so chaotic *chef kiss*

“Why y’all mad at me,” Max asked in a bored tone. “It was literally David’s fault.” you know what? I actually wouldn't put it past him... I said what I said!!!

It was all soft smiles and quiet giggles. He loved it. 

But he missed this sometimes.

Max’s laughter and Rafael’s ranting.

Home, for Alec, had always been this.

Loud.

Something you could never catch in a bottle.

Because it was too big to hold and too perfect to capture.

I need from 3 to 5 business days to recover from this fluff🥺🥺🥺 I am an angst hoe but damn if I'm not also desperate of fluff!!!

And suddenly Alec wanted silence.

He wanted home.

Magnus.

I love how it isn't an Alec's POV without him comparing Magnus to home or religion or some other beautiful thing💙💙💙 and with the rest being done with them lmao

“Dream of your dad, Minerva,” Magnus smiled softly. “He’ll keep you safe. Even in your dreams.” 💙💙💙💙🥺

As you can see I am not ok and that was fucking amazing!!! I love it. I love them. I love you. 💙

Thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺

[maliyahcat]

Hi! This is my first post and I thought I would post some of my favourite tua incorrect quotes that I got from a generator!

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Y/N, tending to Five's wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Five: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

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Y/N, standing with their back turned:

I've been expecting you, Five.

Five: How did you do that without turning around?

Y/N: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

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Y/N: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Five: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Y/N:

Y/N: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

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Y/N: So that's my plan.

Five: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don't want to sound mean.

Y/N: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.

Five: It fucking sucks.

Y/N: That's not constructive criticism.

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Y/N: How petty can you get?

Five: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

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*The umbrella academy right before Five's wedding*

Viktor: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend.

Diego: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!

Allison: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well

Luther: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND

Klaus, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

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'Can I copy the homework?'

Allison: I can help you with it!

Viktor: Yeah, sure.

Diego: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Five: lol nope.

Luther: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Klaus: *Read 5:55pm*

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Klaus: Croissants: dropped

Viktor: Road: works ahead

Diego: BBQ sauce: on my titties

Allison: Shavacado: fre

Ben: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

Five:

Five, grumpy: I didn't understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

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Lmk if you guys want more! :)

[marsmarvel02]

"What Manny Can't Fix" Review: Chapters 26 and 27

Welcome back and welcome again to my review of "What Manny Can't Fix", a Handy Manny fanfic that- dare I say it- is just not very good.

Last time, Iron Grip ran away from Anne's garage and ended up staying the night in a pet shop in San Diego. Today, Iron Grip sets off again- but we're going to check up on what Carrie's doing first.

(And as always, if you'd like to start this review series from the beginning, Chapter 1 is here.)

Chapter 26

That morning Carrie was ecstatic.

Not for long!

Her heart was a flutter as she headed over to her maid of honor to prepare for the wedding.

What heart?

Also, as counterintuitive as it might seem, “aflutter” is actually one word.

"You're...look….. stunning!" A multimeter said, positioning a torn trash bag over Carrie's head as a makeshift veil.

If it was established in the Chapter 18 that there’s some company somewhere in this story’s universe that makes tool-sized earmuffs, why isn’t there some company somewhere that makes tool-sized wedding veils?

"Thanks Shock….." She said, a small blush forming on her cheeks as she gently adjusted the veil.

Oh hello new character! I’d just like to ask you a few questions about where you were when Wisp and Iron Grip had that big fight…

Shock giggled a bit, looking at Carrie from every angle to make sure she looked perfect.

"Am I ready?" Carrie asked.

"I don't think I can't answer that." Shock giggled again. "I'm a voltage reader not a mind reader!"

Ha. Ha.

Carrie laughed a bit. "No, I mean do I look good?"

"You always look good." Shock said, adjusting the veil again.

Carrie shuddered a bit against her touch, feeling a bit disappointed when she finally pulled back.

"But now, you're perfect for a wedding!"

"Thanks for helping me get ready." Carrie said.

"Of course!" Shock said. "This is one of the most important days of your life! I want to make sure it's perfect!"

"It will be." Carrie sighed happily. "Iron Grip is just so sweet, and kind, and gentle."

She felt her heart swell with emotion as she gushed about her fiance.

"Good morning!' Anne greeted, holding a small bouquet of flowers. "Are you excited?'

Carrie nodded. "Yeah….but...I...I'm a little nervous too…"

"That's okay." She said, stroking her side in comfort. "Being nervous is normal….but it's going to be great!"

"Thank you…." Carrie said with a small smile.

"Well, everything's set up." Anne said. "Are you ready?"

Carrie exhaled slightly. "Ready…."

Anne carried Shock and Carrie over to the work bench where the wedding was set up.

Since in this story’s world human society knows about the living tools, shouldn’t Carrie and IG be able to have a more “official” wedding?

Or do tools just prefer their weddings done in… “DIY style”?

She set them both down. 

Sorry, that joke was bad.

Carrie looked around. "Where's Iron Grip?"

Anne frowned and looked around. "I don't know...I'll go look for him…."

Anne walked off, leaving Carrie with Shock.

"Where could he be?" Carrie asked, mainly to herself.

"Did you ever consider the possibility that you have a run away groom on your hands?" Wisp spoke up from the other workbench.

In that context, “runaway” should be one word.

"What are you doing here?" Carrie asked. "You weren't invited to this wedding."

Um, you’re having the wedding in the garage. Where he lives.

"Hey, I'm just saying." Wisp said. "It's possible he abandoned you."

"Iron Grip would never do that!" Carrie argued. "He loves me!"

"Mhm, and that's why he left you at the altar?" He asked.

"He didn't! He's just running late!"

"You have some nerve, coming to Carrie's wedding and pulling this crap!" Shock yelled. "Just leave!"

Yeah! Get out of here, you worse version of Iago!

Wisp smirked slightly. "All right ladies, I'll go. But, you should really think about what I said…" Then he hopped off.

Tears swelled up in Carrie's eyes, as she leaned against Shock.

Unnecessary comma! Woohoo!

Shock pulled her closer and comforted her. "Don't listen to him. Iron Grip wouldn't leave you like that." She wiped a stray tear away from Carrie's cheek.

Wow, another character who’s unrealistically pure, compassionate, kind, and always somehow does the best thing possible in any given circumstance. Plunker, I think you have some competition!

She sniffled and leaned closer to her. When Anne came back, she quickly tried to compose herself.

Carrie quickly noticed she was empty handed. 

"Where's Iron Grip?" 

Anne frowned and shook her head. "I…. don't know…."

Tears rolled down Carrie's cheek as she started to cry again. 

Anne picked her up and hugged her close. 

"I...I can't believe he just left me like this?" Carrie sobbed into her. 

"No, no, Iron Grip wouldn't leave you…." Anne frowned. "Maybe…. maybe I just didn't look hard enough….He could still be around the garage.'

Yeah, right.

"You really think so?" Carrie sniffled.

"We can look around for him if you want." She offered.

"Thank you." Carried sniffled.

Anne, Carrie, and Shock went around the garage, looking all over for Iron Grip.

Wisp watched from atop a shelf, beaming with pride as he watched them scurry around. Like mice in a maze...it's kind of sad,really.

No, your punctuation is what’s pretty sad here.

Defeated, Carrie leaned against an old toolbox and sighed deeply.

Shock joined her shortly after, sitting beside her.

"He's not here…" Carrie sniffled. "He's gone…."

"Carrie…."

"He's gone!" She sobbed.

"My, my, I've heard of a blushing bride before, but never a sobbing bride." Wisp let out a dry chuckle.

Is he still on the shelf, or did he hop down to their level? Describe, writer, describe!

"Back off!" Shock warned. "Why can't you just leave her alone!?"

"I just came to check on how the ceremony was going."

"Well, no one asked you to!" Shock said, getting angrier. "Now go!"

"I just wanted to see if Iron Grip had shown up."

"Go!" She snapped again.

Wisp shrugged it off and turned away. "Suit yourself…"

How. Does he shrug. Without shoulders?!

Shock pulled Carrie closer and let her cry into her. "It's going to be okay...I'm here...I'm here…"

Carrie closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

Aaaand CHAPTER!

Chapter 27

Iron Grip woke up to the sound of the door creaking open.

Dun dun DUNN!

Panicked, he hid under the butterfly towel, shivering in fear.

"Good morning everyone!" A woman's voice greeted, cheerfully. Iron Grip could hear her opening the blinds and could see the light filter in.

I've gotta get out of here before I get caught…..  

Something tells me that this pet story is a location in canonical Handy Manny and the author only had Rusty visit it so they could pat themselves on the back for their “clever in-joke”.

Slowly, Iron Grip peeked out from under the towel, waiting for the pet store owner to leave so he could escape.

The woman was busy checking on the animals, refilling their food and water.

Anxiously, Iron Grip waited to make his escape. It was when she made her way over to the rabbit cage, he panicked.

Pulling back under the blanket, Iron Grip tried hard not to shake, afraid she'd hear rattling metal and find him.

Hey, remember that “Mater And The Ghostlight” short from Cars, where through the story of a ghostly monster angered by the sound of clanking metal some writer at Pixar who thought he was being funny managed to stealthily canonize car, um, “manufacturing”?

He could see her shoes just inches away from him. Panic flooded through Iron Grip's body as he clamped his jaw shut to avoid any whimpers escaping his mouth.

Wait, why did I just think of Plunker?

Eh, I’m sure it’s nothing.

After what felt like hours, the woman spoke again. "Oh shoot, I'm out of rabbit food...I guess I'll have to check the back for more…."

Once Iron Grip heard the storage room's door open, he quickly got out from under the towel and rushed to the door.

He gripped the door in his jaw and flung it open, cringing when the bell above the door rang. Now even more scared of being caught, Iron Grip rushed outside and ran.

He didn't look back until he was sure he was out of sight of the pet shop.

Breathing heavily, Iron Grip leaned against the wall of a nearby building and dozed off.

You know what that means.

A flashback dream sequence! Oh joy!

"Great job on that repair, team!" Anne said. She looked at Iron Grip and Carrie. "Especially you two."

Ah, yes, “that repair”. Looks like every single fix in this fic is going to be ill-defined since the author doesn’t know anything about repairing stuff and can’t be bothered to do any research.

"We really are a good team. " Carrie said, nuzzling against Iron Grip. "Aren't we?"

"Y-yeah we….we sure are…" Iron Grip said, a deep blush forming on his cheeks.

Wisp rolled his eyes slightly. "It was more than just you two, you know."

"They know that." Anne said, picking him up. "We're all a team."

"Right...right…." Wisp grumbled under his breath. "...A team …"

"Well teammate, what do you wanna do now?" Carrie asked.

Iron Grip shivered slightly. "How about we uh...we...snuggle in the toolbox?"

"Sounds good to me, teammate." She said, giving him another quick kiss on the cheek before heading over.

That was short, which I should like, but some strange part of me misses the long, drawn-out chapters and all the wasted time.

"Hey are you okay?" 

In all my years of existence, I can safely say that I’ve never before seen someone asking if someone else is okay being used as a shocking, chapter-ending dramatic moment.

(The next part of my review has now been posted!)

[applechip118]

all the mr:tm lore i have so far

i thought i should start posting about my ocs! the story is called Melanie Richards: Teenage Mercenary (probably not my idea lmao). i don’t have any official refs yet but here’s the official lore thus far!

TW for abuse, neglect, mental illness, murder, homophobia/transphobia, bullying, toxic yuri ❤️ , violence/body horror (like FNAF)

Melanie Charlotte Richards (Maurycja Celina Rodowicz) is a 13-year-old Polish-American girl who lives in San Diego in the early 2010s. She comes from a poor, abusive family, living with her mother and stepfather (her father passed away in the 2000s).

She’s the classic middle school weeaboo, obsessed with manga and J-pop. Don’t mention yaoi around her, she’ll start foaming at the mouth (not because she finds yaoi boys attractive though—she’s a lesbian in denial, but if you told her that she’d kill you on the spot).

She is autistic and has ADHD, BPD, OCD and likely PTSD, and because of this asks her parents for therapy but is denied because she’s “old enough to earn it for herself” (since her family can’t afford it). She’s forced to become a hitman in secret, going around killing middle-aged businessmen for other middle-aged businessmen with an old cricket bat. She’s terrible at being subtle so her parents likely have an idea something’s going on, but don’t care.

Andrea Claudia Campbell is a 13-year-old Jamaican and Native Hawaiian girl who also lives in San Diego, and goes to the same middle school as Melanie. She has a mom, dad and two younger brothers (11 and 8 years old). She is autistic and has ADHD, and her family is a little better off than Melanie’s.

Andrea is an absolute LOSER. NOBODY likes her!! She’s the bi, probably nonbinary Deviantart wolf furry kid, who dresses scenemo and probably posts edgy edits of herself to Facebook. She and Melanie quickly become best friends through their eighth grade art class, since they’re both unpopular and get bullied often.

Andrea’s home life is arguably better than Melanie’s (Melanie’s parents are emotionally abusive and neglectful, as well as bigoted traditional Christians. Andrea’s parents are less volatile, but still bigoted, especially homophobic/transphobic). Andrea’s parents end up finding her gay stuff on her laptop, and in a panic Andrea runs away from home and shows up at Melanie’s door. Melanie suggests that they run off and live in a shitty motel together, and being stupid 13 year old girls in a sapphic situationship, they decide it’s a perfect idea!

When Andrea becomes curious as to how they can afford to live out of a motel, Melanie figures she should introduce Andrea to her work and… yeah. She tricks her into helping her do a job, and in the aftermath, she comforts a horrified Andy by putting matching yellow band-aids on their ring fingers like a wedding. Me and the girl I pulled by traumabonding her to me ❤️

Eventually Andy comes around and they’re good for a while, of course until the school bullies catch wind of their situation and start talking. I’m not so certain on this part, but Melanie ends up betraying Andy and throwing her under the bus. I want to write it so that it’s a combination of her internalized homophobia, trauma and BPD (if anyone has any advice or experience please feel free to share!).

By this point Andy has earned enough herself to fend for herself, so they end up going their separate ways for a while. Working on her own, Melanie is given an offer by a client—a way to be much more efficient at her job. Still unstable and uncertain, she agrees. What she doesn’t realize is that this offer was to literally hollow her out FNAF scooper-style, and then turn her into a Springtrap-esque abomination of flesh and machinery ❤️

Andy, lonely and guilty despite Melanie being the one to betray her, returns and finds Hollow!Melanie. She’s rightfully horrified but also angry at Melanie for what she did. She confronts her but ends up breaking down and hugs her. Melanie, a literal and metaphorical machine, starts to remember her humanity from this and apologizes.

The ending is a work in progress but the main moral of the story that I’m trying to portray is that girlhood, especially teenage years, can be really fucked up, but it does get better because you’ll grow out of it. Melanie and Andrea part ways with a sincere “I’m glad you were in my life, now get the FUCK out”, and Andy is left with a hell of a middle school crush horror story to tell. The End ❤️

if you guys have any feedback or ideas please let me know!!!! this is all based heavily off of my own experience with abuse and trauma so it’s accurate to my own story but not necessarily anyone else’s. maybe i can get around to making refs sometime! (lying) but if you guys have any questions/submissions i will be so so SO happy to answer them :3 i felt like the ooftrop ucft writing this lmao

[journalofabrokenheartedvirgin]

Page 92 (part 2)

 If things have changed, them slowly trying to end things hurts more than them just saying they are done. I want to talk to them about it but im so scared. If theyer just busy ill feel stupid for feeling paranoid and they might think im stupid and weird, but if im right and they are pulling away, whether to let lose the attachment or because they dont like me anymore, they’ll say how I knew that this was going to end eventually and I put myself in this situation and ill feel stupid for being sad about it and they’ll make me feel stupid for it. Im comfortable with them and im falling for them, but I just cant help but to be afraid of the worst case scenario, especially because they’ve gone from one end of the spectrum to the other, the 180 is killing me. I remember when they texted me, even before we were official, that they had gotten drunk and stayed the night at ash’s house, and when she tried to move them onto the bed they drunkenly asked where I was. That had made me so happy and now I just think about it and get sad because they aren’t doing things like that anymore. Or how they used to tell me they missed me over text and then a couple days ago they came over after not seeing them for a few days and I told them I know its only been two days but I missed you and they just awkwardly said okay…. Like what happened? Why cant a single person just like me for longer than a couple months? What is wrong with me? It makes me feel unlovable and unwanted. And I just dont understand why it happens. Like, all three of my relationships were instances where these random people popped up in my life but were all situations where there had been a chance I never met them, so each one didnt necessarily have to happen and yet they did, and each time im heart broken. With Liam, if I hadn’t met Caden, or if he was still with his gf at the time, or he didnt come and hang out with us that summer we never would have met. With Ryan, if Summer had never told me he was into me as well, we never would have tried dating and would have stayed friends. And with Steven, I almost didnt go out that night with Ashton and the others, which would have allowed me to miss out on Steven. Why do these people come in randomly, become important to me, and then leave. I want a fucking answer from the universe, and although my friends keep saying that there doesn’t necessarily need to be a reason, I want one. I want to know why I keep getting heartbroken by people I become attached to. Im seriously starting to think that heartbreak is not fucking worth it. I had forgotten since Ryan how much these feelings absolutely suck. This was the first time in a long time that I seriously almost scratched myself out of sadness and panic. It felt like it was engulfing me and I didnt know how to make myself feel better. I felt trapped in my body again and I hated it. Is this shit worth that? As I said, ill never regret being with Kevin because I like them so fucking much and they’ve been amazing up to this point, but would it have been better if we had never met and I didnt get as close to them as I have? I dont want to go through this again and im not ready to this time around. I dont want to lose them, especially before they leave, but I have to realize I might. Its going to hurt if they break up with me now and know for the next two and half months that they are here in san diego and im not with them. Its like Liam, when I knew he was in michigan while I was there but we weren’t hanging out because he didnt want to. It fucking hurt so fucking bad and now that might happen again.  I dont know how im going to get through this. And im fucking pathetic and feel so guilty that we have basically had sex, they’ve basically taken my virginity and they are just going to break up with me because they dont want me. Maybe I should have waited until I knew the person loved me and wouldn’t leave. I was okay with doing it with them when I thought wed just break up when they left, but this is different  and makes me feel 1000% worse.