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blissfullyshipping · 4 years ago

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Braids and Misunderstandings (Thorin x Reader)

Requested by @elia-the-bibliophile: Hi can I request a Thorin x fem human! reader where they’re married with 3 little dwarfling & they’re having a family time in their quarter in Erebor when their children ask them about how they meet each other, maybe it started with a misinterpretation between the 2 of you when you asked for Thorin’s help to braid your long hair but Thorin sees it as an invitation to court you (as per dwarvish custom) thank you!

Fandom: The Hobbit

Warnings: none just a load of toe curling fluff

A/N: I'm backkk. Felt like doing some writing and this request was too cute to not write, although it was a bit hard because I don’t like children and can’t write endings. Anyway hope you like!

Your bedroom is in chaos. Your chambers mess was a result of getting your three children ready for Kili and Tauriel's wedding. The stress of each child changing their outfit three times or kicking their shoes off every five seconds, resulted in clothes lining every surface and shoes scattered haphazardly on the ground. And yet, coming home from the wedding and getting them to bed proves to be an even bigger task for Thorin and you.

"Ouch amad that hurts!" Your youngest, Melva, squeals on your lap as you try to brush her unruly locks.

"I'm sorry ghivashel," you hush her, gently bobbing your knee, "I'm nearly done I promise."

"Tyrig stop tugging your buttons, your mother just sewed them back on!" You look up at Thorin scolding your son, while he struggles to get Elaina into her nightgown.

"There, all done." You announce proudly as you clasp the last bead.

"No! I don't want braids!" Melva cries pulling out the braids you had just finished.

Sighing in exhaustion you pull her hands away from her head. "Good girls have neat braids nathith."

"How come Elaina doesn't have to!"

"Elaina's not ready for bed yet," Your eyes go to her sister, warning her to listen to her father. "She still needs to put her nightgown on and wash her face. Then adad will do her hair."

"Adad can braid hair?" Melva looks up at you, her eyebrows raised.

"Melva!" Thorin exclaims, hands clutching his heart feigning offence making his daughter giggle in your lap. "I taught your amad how to braid!" This gets the attention of all three children and both you and Thorin make use of their distracted state and get them ready for bed as you talk.

"Is that true?" Tyrig asks getting under the sheets.

"Yep," You nod. "Your father and I met because of braiding too."

"What are you telling them now amrâlimê?" Thorin asks coming out of the bathroom with a clean Elaina in his arms.

"Just about how we met."

"Ahh you mean when you proposed to me the first time we spoke."

"What?!" All three children scream in unison, making the two of you laugh.

"That's not true!" Slapping Thorin's chest. "It was just a small misunderstanding." You say as you put the last child in bed.

"What really happened amad?" Elaina asks. You look at the three sleepy dwarflings and back at Thorin who smiles softly, perching next to you on the bed. "If I tell you will you promise to go to sleep straight after."

The three of them nod enthusiastically ready to hear a new story, satisfied with their answer you lean against your husband and begin to retell it.

After the destruction of Erebor and your home in Laketown, you had fled with your best friend, Dis Durin, and the rest of her kin. Feeling more at home amongst the dwarves than your own kind.

Your friendship with Dis had grown since your days in Erebor, you were there for the dwarf-woman when her brother died and father left. You were there when the dwarves barely made it to the Iron Hills alive, and you were there when Dis had found her One.

You were ecstatic when she announced her engagement, and asked you to help with wedding preparations. You fulfilled the role of maid of honour proudly, and took it upon yourself to make sure every detail was executed to perfection.

Slipping into the lavender dress you sewed yourself, after finding nothing in the dwarven markets that would fit you for the ceremony, you move onto braiding your hair into the updo Dis had drawn out for you and the bridesmaids.

Brushing your long locks you stare at the drawing in bewilderment, what is it with dwarves and braids?

Hesitantly, you start off braiding sections of your hair, weaving them together to recreate Dis' design. Thinking you had done well you look in the mirror eyes flicking back to the drawing and sigh at the mess on your head. Untying the braids and restarting again.

But after several tries and aching arms you give up, huffing on your stool in frustration. Not having much time before the wedding begins, you grab the drawing and leave the room to seek help.

You wander frantically around trying to look for anyone who can help, when you finally spot Dis' brother leaving his own room.

You'd never really talked to Thorin before, aside from the polite greetings in corridors or grieving condolences at funerals. You made sure to keep out of the King's way, because even if Dis had profusely told you Thorin didn't mind your company, you still weren't sure if he was okay with a woman joining his kin. Right now, however, you could use all the help you could get.

"Thorin!" You hiss after him, taking in his appearance. He was dressed in his finery making you stop short as you admire him. His hair and beard neatly braided, fur coat sitting proudly on broad shoulders and you can't help but admire the muscle on the dwarf.

When he calls your name you quickly come to your senses and smile bashfully up at him. "I was hoping you would braid my hair for me?" You ask nervously, tugging on a loose lock oblivious to Thorin's crestfallen face.

"I-uh-m-me?" He stutters taken aback by your question.

Having only ever admired you from afar Thorin would never have thought his crush was requited. This was the longest conversation he's had with you, and though he's dreamt of this countless of times he never thought you would propose to him so casually.

"Yes!" You blurt out. "Please Thorin, I can't think of anyone else to do it." You grab his hand in desperation, and Thorin has never felt so conflicted.

"Your hair is always so neatly braided, and Dis told me to recreate this," You wave the drawing in his face "and you know how she is, I just want it to look right."

Thorin gingerly takes the note from your hand, his callous fingers brush against yours, inciting goosebumps to travel up your arm. His eyes flick between the drawing and you, scratching the back of his neck and chuckling in embarrassment, before nodding his head at your wide eyed expression.

"Of course, Y/N." He says softly, leading you into his room.

You try to calm your nerves when you follow the king into his personal chambers, who quickly moves the pile of clothes on his bed, shoving them into a wardrobe.

"Uh- sorry about that. I hadn't really planned on what to wear." He excuses himself sheepishly, face burning when you giggle at his antics.

He moves you to the dressing table, sitting you on the stool and begins lightly raking his fingers through your hair. Your back goes rigid when his fingers tickle the back of your neck.

Thorin can't breathe. Just looking at you through the mirror, hair flowing over your bare shoulders makes his breath hitch. He had only ever seen you with your hair up. And yet here he is, fingers brushing through your long locks, mind cloudy as your lavender smell invades his senses. There is a reason why braiding is an intimate act.

He shakes his head of any impure thoughts and grabs the brush ready to start on the detailed design. Sectioning and braiding he falls into a rhythmic pattern and begins to ease up. Stopping short when he sees you shiver, glancing over to the open window.

"Apologies for the cold y/n, the furs were making me hot." he says breaking the silence, shrugging off his coat and placing it on your shoulders.

You smile and thank him snuggling into the thick fabric that smells of him. You begin to forget it's the king who's standing behind you, and start to relax into his touch, making light conversation and playing with the bits and bobs lying on his dressing table. Or staring at Thorin as he focuses on braiding, hiding your smile when he sticks his tongue out in concentration.

You inspect a box full of beads, recognising them as the ones Thorin wears in his hair. Up close like this, you can tell each intricately carved bead is different. The newer, shinier ones are probably gifts whilst the worn down and smoother beads must be passed down from generation to generation. You wonder if Thorin would allow you to wear one to the wedding and rifle through them.

A particular bead captures your attention, the carving seems slightly rougher than the others but you can see the effort and love put into it. You pluck the bead from the box marvelling at the craftsmanship. Did Thorin make this?

"Ok Y/N I'm nearly done." Thorin says softly, your eyes snap to the mirror and you stare in awe at what he's managed to achieve, finally understanding what Dis' drawing meant.

"Thorin it's beautiful!" You gasp eyes meeting his through the mirror, the beaming smile lighting up your face making Thorin's heart beat a little faster.

"You look beautiful Y/N." He nods in agreement.

You blush heavily and quickly look down so as not to embarrass yourself in front of him. Your attention going back to the bead clasped in your hand.

"Thorin," you gaze back up at him to see him already looking at you, "Could I put this in my hair too? I've always wanted the dwarven beads and you have so many…" You trail off hoping you haven't stepped over the line. You know dwarves take their hair very seriously.

Thorin nods enthusiastically, repeating over and over in his head that you don't know the dwarvish customs, that this isn't you reciprocating his feelings. Even so, his face falls when you turn and place the chosen bead in his hand. What was wrong? Had you overstepped?

He looks up to see your concerned eyes and clears his throat uncomfortably. "You want this specific one?" He asks tentatively. You nod not knowing if you had done something wrong.

"I didn't mean to offend you," you rush out. "I just thought it looked very pretty, the carving is beautiful did you do it yourself?"

Thorin nods silently and you can feel the awkwardness rising. Clearly it meant a lot to him.

"Actually it's fine. My hair looks beautiful as it is and it was rude of me to ask, I know beads and hair mean a lot to dwarves, I didn't mean to overstep." You apologise reaching for the bead, but Thorin moves his hand away from you, a strained laugh escapes his lips as he does so. You look up at him and see determination replacing his hesitant eyes.

"You truly have no idea on what braiding means, do you." He asks and you shake your head. "To braid someone's hair is to promise to court them."

Oh, that actually makes a lot of sen- OHH! Oh Mahal no! Had you really been this stupid?! Realisation hits you and you apologise profusely to Thorin, the horror evident on your face makes him laugh. "Don't worry Y/N I know you didn't mean it that way."

You look up at Thorin and take in his amused expression. You try to hide your embarrassment and turn on your stool. Avoiding his eyes in the mirror, you allow him to finish your hair.

However Thorin hesitates, deep in thought. His entertained expression falls as he grips the bead tightly in his fist. Do you feel embarrassed about the idea of being courted by him?

"I made this bead when I became of age to start courting." He begins. "It's carved from stone found in the mines back in Erebor. It's rather ordinary, my father was surprised and tried to persuade me to use gems instead. But I insisted because it's a piece of me that I would want to gift my One. It's home."

Thorin's eyes are still on the bead when you look at him, his face marred into a conflicted expression. You turn and thread your hand through his, drawing his attention to you and giving him a rueful smile. You felt touched he was sharing this with you and it spurred confidence within you.

"It's so precious Thorin. Any girl would be honoured to wear it." Your voice hushed as all you can hear is your heart pounding.

I want you to wear it. The sentence seems so simple, so innocent, but stuck on the tip of his tongue. Thorin doesn't know your heart or feelings, he doesn't know how you'll react to him proposing to you or how Laketown men propose to women. How he wishes he could just say it, to see the joy in your eyes when he does. Opening his mouth, struggling to find the right words the sentence tumbles from his lips.

"I want y-"

"Thorin have you seen…" The two of you jump apart when Dis bursts into the room. "Y/N! I've been looking for you! Where have you been?!"

"I-I can't braid hair and that drawing you did was complicated so I got Thorin to do it." You stutter slightly, eyes flying to Thorin who keeps his gaze fixed on his sister, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. What was he going to say?

"I'll finish it off for you later. The florists just got here and he's brought the wrong shade of flowers I mean how difficult is it to…" The soon to be bride carries on ranting, taking you by the arm and leading you out of the room before you can utter a word in reply. You throw an apologetic look to the King before the door shuts behind you.

Thorin slumps onto the stool you had just been sitting on. Raking a hand through his hair he looks down at the courting bead still clutched in his fist. Sighing he places it back into the box and picks up the coat that slipped from your shoulders, your lavender smell still lingering in the fabric. Making himself presentable again he leaves his chambers and goes to help with the last minute wedding preparations, determined to be the first person you dance with.

"That's it?!" Tyrig demands hands flying in the air. "You didn't even propose?" The three dwarflings lie in bed unhappy with the ending.

"Yep aunty Dis ruined it all." Thorin says casually earning a whack from you. "What it's true if she wasn't there these three would probably be about two years older." He defends earning another whack.

"Two years?!" The eldest shouts, catching onto your husbands remark. "You waited two years!"

"Timing is everything ghivashel, I regret nothing." You say getting up. "No more questions now, you'll have to save them for breakfast you promised you'd go to sleep remember." This earns a chorus of groans from your children.

Kissing them goodnight you leave their room, Thorin taking your hand as you make your way to clear the rest of the mess in your chamber.

"Did you mean what you said." Thorin whispers into the dead of night, when you're both curled up in bed. "Do you really regret nothing?"

Snuggling into him, wrapping an arm round his neck and giving him a long chaste kiss you lay your head on his chest.

"I wouldn't change a thing. Menu tessu." You whisper back, happily falling asleep after a long and tiring day. You feel Thorin press one last kiss to your hair, before he too gives into the darkness.

And just as you both close your eyes in bliss, your youngest starts crying making you both groan.

Ghivashel = treasure of all treasures

amad/adad/nathith = mother/father/daughter

Amrâlimê = my love

Menu tessu = you mean everything to me

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celebritytgcaptions · 4 years ago

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Requests (5/23/2021)

Hi lovelies! I’ve been getting so many requests & I’m working hard to get all of them in the queue. Thanks for sending them my way! I’m writing to let you know that the queue is now full until the end of June. I was able to get every requests from my May 8th post in there except for a few. Requests from May 8th for captions featuring Katy Perry, Jenna Fischer, Marisol Nichols, Addison Rae, Ariana Grande, Erin Kellyman, Taylor Swift, Billie Eilish, Jhene Aiko, & Kirstin Maldonado will be posted in early July.

But there have been an absolute ton of requests since then too, yay! So I’m listing all the requests that I haven’t gotten to below. If you made a request but don’t see it below that might be for a few reasons. 1) I’ve written it already and it will be posted in June. 2) It’s one of the requests I posted on May 8th so I won’t talk about it here. 3) I considered it a demand not a request (for example, I received two that said “Anything with,” that wasn’t really a request just telling me to do it. Sorry if this bothers some of you but it is an issue with me so make sure you word your requests AS requests). Either way, thanks for the love, lovelies! :D

Anonymous said:

Could you do one with either Kelley O’hara or Alex Morgan from the USWNT about a guy soccer player watching the US win the world cup and then want to be them or something like that?

I actually know who both those are (shockingly enough, I don’t really follow sports) so sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could you do lorengrey captions? She’s so hot

Sorry sweetie, don’t know who that is. :(

Anonymous said:

Hi I just had an idea for a game you could do. It could be where someone has to say as a boy what they’re like physically in stages. So first stage is hair color for example, second stage could be height, third stage could be body type, etc. An example would be if I was a black hair, short height, thick body type, I would match up with someone like Nicki Minaj. Just an idea which you could extend on. Hopefully it makes sense. I appreciate you!

I actually have a game like this mapped out called “Build a Sissy” where you choose age, hair color, and bra size, but it would take a LOT of work to make so I haven’t written it yet. Maybe some day though. :)

Anonymous said:

I would love to see a Tori Kelly caption. Her hair and body are not typical but beautiful for a white girl. I say that last sentence respectfully. I think having a caption with her would be great

Sure thing! Tori Kelly is a cutie. :)

Anonymous said:

Ok I'm not sure if u'll know these 2 cuz even I had to look them up for the names but anne dudek and maitland ward theyre the 2 blonde sisters from white chicks not sure if uve seen it but if u can could u make a caption for them please?

I DO know who they are! I’ve been thinking about doing a White Chicks caps because there’s a lot of cute looks in that movie (especially for Busy Phillips who I just love) so sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could u do Yvette nicole brown from community? Id like to see some big girl love

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

I already know that this request is probably gonna be a No but I still have to ask whats the ruling on GCI enhanced celebrities like Taylor swift from Cats? Or is that too much like "Furry" stuff. Now I'm Feeling this will be a No for multiple reasons

So it is not an issue with CGI “enhanced” celebrities but for Cats it is because I do not have a Furry fetish and I get uncomfortable thinking about writing caps for it. But I write caps with “manips” all the time (photoshopped images of celebs) so I’m not ruling out CGI enhanced celebs all together.

Anonymous said:

Can you do one of Lindsey stirling? And for the story can it be a guy trying to learn Violin but he cant seem to focus he even tried hot female teachers but it didnt work then he gets a male teacher than he starts focusing and wanting to please the teacher he becomes a sissy sorry its a long request

Sounds fun, sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Hi big fan and I think you’ve been doing amazing work. Is there anyway you could do a story about a guy who loses a bet to sorority girl and is forced to get his nails painted and turned into a girl? I love the idea of having a boys nails painted against his will. I’d love one with Selena Gomez but if you think another celeb would be better I leave that cumpletely to you.

Totally! This sounds fun. :D

Anonymous said:

Can you do thelma and Louise?

I’m assuming you mean Geena Davis & Susan Sarandon from Thelma & Louise so yes. Yes I can. :)

Anonymous said:

Can you do a caption from the movie bridesmaids? Like when theyre all trying on dressess or something?

I haven’t seen Bridesmaids (I know I know) but I can try something. :)

Anonymous said:

it would be super cool if you could do some more games! They’re my fav

Glad you like them! As long as I’m not on hiatus, games will be posted every second Saturday. I’ve already got two set for June. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey huge fan of your recent work and super excited about new caps!! Do you think you could do one about a college guy who drops out in pursuit of being a stand up comedian, but the comedy club needs a female comic so they turn him into a girl? I was thinking maybe Nikki Glaser, she so funny and sexy. Thanks can’t wait to see all your new stuff!!

Oooo, Nikki Glaser is great. Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Can you make a caption about a guy who makes fun of curvy and thicc women, where the women get their revenge and turn the guy into Nia Jax?

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Hi Me again on the topic of the assembly line worker caption sequel if you do it i just an idea for the story like before depicting the sissies "first time" but you can have it be that the coworker doesnt know and is telling everyone about the chick he slept with last night and the sissy is just thinking "if only they knew"idk i thought it was good anyways thank u again

So this message is in reference to a sequel caption that was requested & that I did write and will be posted in June. I’m sharing it here to let the anon know that I wrote the cap BEFORE I got this second request so there will be a followup but the story will be different. I hope that’s ok.

Anonymous said:

Hi idk if u watch wrestling or not I see u have some captions of wwe womens wrestlers but im not sure have far ur knowledge of it is? Could u do a caption of Rhea Ripley if u know her?

I have never seen a single episode of WWE, I do not watch wrestling, and yet somehow every time someone requests a wrestler I know who she is. Don’t ask me how because I do not know. Anyways, yeah I can do a Rhea Ripley one. :)

Anonymous said:

Could you do a caption about a janitor for sissy co. That finds out the strange goings on at work and tries to blow the whistle on the whole operation but is caught and turned into a sissy maid for the sissy co. Corporate office abit specific I know but ive been thinking on that awhile however u do it will be perfect thanks

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Could you do katheryn Hahn from wandavision specifically the 80s look with the Big hair and aerobics outfit

Oooo, sounds nice. I’ll type that up for sure. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi big fan of your caps!! Do you think you could do a cap where a football player wants to go to the NFL but gets hurt, so they turn him into a female commentator, maybe Lauren Rutledge? If you don’t know her, she’s been a college football reporter for awhile and was also a former Miss Florida. Anyways I just think any guy would be lucky to be turned into her and I love your caps keep up the great work!!

Me: *googles Lauren Rutledge to see if it’s who I’m thinking of* How do I know who this is? Anyways, yes I can write this. :)

...for some reason there are no GIFs of her though so I’m just gonna move on.

Anonymous said:

Hi I'm the one that requested the LONG list of celebs I'm still really sorry about that I didnt realize how many it actually was till I looked back so I wanna retract some for your sake tell ya what if you havent done any already just do the ones that are specifically marked (as in the ones detailed by movie or show theyre in) the ones that are just names you can leave out i knoe its still alot but hopefully that takes some weight off of ya sorry again

You don’t have to be sorry! Like I said, in the future I’d ask that folks limit requests to no more than 3 celebs at a time but you didn’t know that. I’d never said that before. I typed up every celebrity and they’re going to be sprinkled in during June. Hope you like them! :)

Anonymous said:

Hello ^^ I love your work. Can u make a caption with the name "jules" and Ariana Grande please? Thank you

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Hey, not really an ask, but something I needed to share

I'm the one that asked for the Stephanie Beatriz caption from a whole back, and I absolutely loved how it turned out. Each time you roll out a new caption is like a small thrill to me and I read them right as they're released.

Now this wouldn't be an ask if I wasn't asking something, right? Well, next month sees the release of the "In the Heights" movie, and there's an opportunity there to do a series of captions using stephanie Beatriz from that same movie.

In conclusion, I love your captions so much, you're amazing!

Awww, this is such a sweet message. Thank you! And YAAASSSSS! Ever since the first trailer for In the Heights dropped I was like, “I must write a caption with her in this!” So you can imagine how fun it’s been waiting this entire time. *eye twitches*. We’ll have to wait until the movie comes out for me to be sure I can find a good image but this IS a caption I want to write. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi I just recently came across your blog and fell in love with it!! The caption with the football player being turned into Bella Thorne is one of my favorites!! I’d love so much if you could do a sequel or something to that cap it was so amazing and I need to know what else happens to “her”. I’m not sure if this is possible or if you even do sequels but this cap was great and I look forward to all the others!!!

Glad you like it! I’m always looking for sequel captions to write on Throwback Thursday so you’ll get this for sure. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey big fan! Do you think you could do a caption where a short guy gets made fun of by all his girl friends for how short he is? Ariana Grande is fairly short and I think a caption of her (of age of course) would be awesome

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Can you do one with the bella twins as two guys who fought over the same girl then the girl turns them both into look alikes of her but then they start fighting over the same guy

Yep!

Anonymous said:

Do you know suzy berhow? Or angie Griffin? If so would love a caption of either of them please

Sorry sweetie, I don’t know who those are. :(

Anonymous said:

Would appreciate more Sia captions please when u get the chance

I will remember that. :)

Anonymous said:

Can make some Winnie Harlow caption please? I adore her style

Sorry lovely, I don’t know who that is. :(

Anonymous said:

How about instead of removing the captions with Demi in them ,the images of Demi were just replaced with another celeb and if Demi is mentioned by name in the caption then that could be edited to mention a different celeb. I respect Demi's decision I do but lets not lose some well made captions. Also if you could please make a caption where Amy Adams feminises a fan and raises them as her daughter and Kristen Stewart makes you her submissive wife that would be appreciated. I'm a fan of them.

So about the Demi Lovato captions: I understand your feelings but I’m still going to delete the original captions. Because of how my captions are made I can’t just go back in & swap out an image or edit the text, I have to remake it from the ground up. I am hoping to do that with some (maybe all) of the Demi Lovato captions & re-publish them, but I’m still going to delete the originals.

I can do the Kristen Stewart one for sure and I’ll TRY to do the Amy Adams one I just am not 100% sure I can find a pic for that but we’ll see. :)

Anonymous said:

If it’s possible before your summer hiatus could you do a caption with Amanda Crew (silicon valley, sex drive)?

I will do one with Amanda Crew but I can’t commit to doing it before the hiatus.

About the hiatus: I don’t know when it’s going to be. I want to TRY to make it to at least July 18th because I have a specific game in mind I want to post for 5 years of Celebrity TG Captions games, but after that I have no idea. I’ve been writing caps for a longer stretch of time since normal since I’ve switched to a part-time blog so I might burn out at any second but for right now I’ve still got some juice.

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pixie88 · 4 years ago

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Raking up the Past

Chapter 8 - Always the Bridesmaid.

A/N: This chapter is a flash back chapter. I’ve had it in my drafts for 4 days now reproof reading over and over again. It is upsetting I hope it doesn’t trigger anyone. I hope you like it.

If you would like to be ADDED or REMOVED just let me know!

Read previous chapters HERE!

Warnings: Fluff, NSFW & Angst (Euthanasia)

Word Count: 2507

Pairings: Laila x Josh / Laila x Harry

Enjoy!

9 Years Earlier

"That's it? You can't save me? I've just got to wait to die?" Tears start to roll down his face, Laila grasps his hand. He looks up at her, she was his life, they were supposed to grow old together, even get married, he fazed out and doesn't hear what else the doctor has to say. "How long?" his words come out almost as a whisper.

He can tell by the expression on his face that he has months rather than years "It's hard to say Mr. Wilkins...." Josh lets out a little laugh, "Because you know its weeks maybe months at a push?" Josh's tone is bitter "Mr. Wilkins...." Josh gets up from his seat and storms out of the doctors office and rushes through the hospital corridors until he's outside where he can breath again.

He looks around at people walking past him. If they only knew! Why me? What have I done? He thought as he watched them all just getting on with their lives while he was on borrowed time. "Josh?" she grabs his arm breaking him from his thoughts. He turns her eyes are puffy and swollen he was going to leave her, he'd be dead in the ground soon and she would be living her life possibly with someone else.

It broke his heart he wouldn't be the man she got to have kids with even grow old with "Josh, I'm..." she doesn't know what to say. He cups her face "Hey, it's OK," he kisses her lips "How can you say it's OK? It's anything but!" He wraps his arms around his fiancée "Because now I have to live my life to the fullest. Do all the things I keep saying I'm going to do!" he smiles softly at her. She was going to lose him, but she wanted him to do everything he was planning to do with his life.

A few days later, her heart is racing she can't believe he convinced her to do this, well it was more like he guilt tripped her into it "Laila! It's going to be fine! I wouldn't make you do anything that wasn't safe!" he tries to reassure her, but the higher the plane got the less she was convinced "Do you want to go first?" Josh calls over, she didn't, but then she couldn't watch him do it either.

She nods. The quicker I jump the quicker I get my feet on the ground right? She thought. Now she is outside the plane, feet dangling, she's strapped to some stranger's chest "We'll jump after 3! Are you ready?" She nods even though she wasn't ready "1.....2..." they jump at first Laila screams, but then she looks round it's beautiful and amazing.

Her screams fade "Whooooooooo! YES!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!!" She was so glad he had pushed her to do this with him.

A few minutes later she lands firmly on the ground. She is buzzing as she gets unclipped she looks up, watching Josh, who isn't far behind her. As he lands he's beaming "I told you that you would love it, didn't I?" She runs over to him colliding with him "It was amazing!! Thank you," he wraps her tightly in his arms "Thank you for doing it with me!"

They change out of their jumping gear, she's not sure if it's from the jump or the adrenaline, but she is turned on. They sign out and head back to the car "Can I add something to this buckle list?" She smiles at him as they get into the car, "Of course! What do you want to add?" She bites her lip "We need to find a country road" he looks at her puzzled.

She turns on the engine and drives.

She had been driving for half an hour when she found a deserted and secluded layby. She brings the car to a halt, turns off the engine. She looks around you can't see the main road "Laila? Why have we stopped here?" She leans over pulls up the lever from under his seat which slides the seat further back.

She jumps onto his lap, straddling him, she claims his lips with hers as she unclips his seat beat. He gets the hint as she begins to grind her hips with his "Laila, you want to..here?" She takes his hand in hers and guides it into her underwear where he finds she's soaked "Shit baby!" His kiss becomes more fierce, he works against her clit and she starts to unbutton his jeans.

She doesn't want to make love she wants rough, spontaneous sex.

Pulling him free, he pulls her underwear to the side, she guides him to where she needs him most. Thrusting up, he's entered her and she starts to ride him, he grasps a fist full of her hair pulling her head back. His nips her neck "Mark me!" She demands, he doesn't argue he bites and sucks against her neck as she digs her nails into his shoulders through his t-shirt. She starts to ride him harder, he thrusts up pushing deeper into her.

He pulls down the top part of her dress exposing her breast "Make them yours" she moans. He nips and sucks down to her nipple, she pulls his lips back to hers and grasps his lip between her teeth, making him hiss "Damn baby! If I known jumping from a plane got you this hot I would have had us doing it eve...." she rotates her hips shutting him up "Fuck me!" She smirks "I am!!"

"I'm not sure how......oh fuck yes.....longer....oh god baby just like that....I'm going to.....Laila your going to make me come......doing that" her efforts double she grips his shoulders tighter as she draws closer to her own high. "Ohhh....shit baby...fuck yess!" His body jerks and tightens as he hit his climax. She doesn't let up her pace she rides him harder feeling her own high build "Come on baby! Come for me! Let me feel you!" she falls over the edge "Josh!!!"

They both try to catch their breath, Josh smiles "That was something new!" he brushes her hair out of her face. She smirks at him "I love you" he smiles "I love you too, Laila!"

6 Months Later

Josh had gone down hill fast, he managed to get 97% of his bucket list done 3 months after he was told they couldn't do anything. He hadn't left the house for 3 weeks, he was barely able to get out of bed the past week. He hated being like this, Laila was slowly turning into his carer he didn't want that for her or that to be her lasting memory of him.

"You should go!" She shook her head "Josh, you need me here," he sighs, "Laila, my mum will be over soon...go! You need a break and I'm not going anywhere fast! Go and have a few drinks with Nikki let your hair down" He laughs making her smile.

She huffs "Fine..I'll go! But only for as long as your mum can stay for!"

Half an hour later Louise arrives and takes over, he entwines his fingers through hers. He's reluctant to let her go "I can give it a miss if you want?" He puts on a fake smile "No, you go!" He kiss her knuckles before cupping her face, running his thumb over her cheek.

"Are you sure?" She kinda hope he changes his mind, she doesn't feel right having a good time while he's laid up in bed "Yes...now go!" She laughs, "OK!" She turns and he grasps her arm, she turns back to him "Laila....I...I love you! Have fun!" He weakly pulls her towards him, he captures her lips.

His hand is on the nape of her neck, he deepens the kiss. She smirks against his lip "Josh! Your mum is just next door!" He chuckles "I don't care!" the kiss turns more passionate and Laila pulls away.

Josh hasn't been well enough to be with her in that way for the past 6 weeks not that she minded she was just grateful he was here to cuddle her to sleep.

"I love you too! I will see you later," she smiles at him, he nods. She grabs her coat and says goodbye to Louise on her way out.

Nikki has never seen Laila like this before, she's seen her tired, but today she looked exhausted. Being the friend she is, she told her she looked beautiful and held her tight. She could see the pain in her eyes, she needed to make sure, if only for a few hours she forget what was happening at home and just have some fun.

~*~*~*~

Nikki tried to persuade her to have one more drink, but she wasn't having any of it. She headed home as she rounds the corner, she spots the black private ambulance outside their building. Her heart drops before she realises, she runs, but her feet are barely carrying her.

She spots an upset Louise in front of the building's main door "Lou!" She calls out "Lou! What happened?!" She asks her hoping she had got it all wrong. She turns towards Laila as soon as turns in her direction she knows "Laila...he's.....he's gone!"

She collapses to the ground shrieking, "NO! Josh!!" she hysterical.

Louise tries to help her up, but she dead weights "Laila, come on. Let's get you inside darling!" She slowly gets off the ground as Louise helps her up and into the flat.

"What.....happened? He...was...OK when I left!" She asks through the tears, "I was cleaning the flat. I left him by himself for like 30 minutes and when I came back I found the pills and him...." she cuts off.

Laila can't believe it "But he wouldn't do that! Not Josh!" She can't compute he would take his own life. Why would he do that?

Laila gets up and heads toward the bedroom she notices the empty painkiller packets by the bed.

"Louise?" She hears her come up behind her, she turns "Where did those come from?" She points towards the packets.

Louise looks shocked "Erm....I...erm...I guess your medication cabinet?" She shrugs her shoulders "But we never had that many in there!" She's confused "Maybe he has been taking them out stocking them up each time you buy a new packet?" Louise suggested.

"No, I would have noticed! I haven't brought any in weeks!" She knows there is more to the story than she is letting on "Louise, did you bring them here?" She can't believe she's asking this but there isn't any other explanation. Louise looks shocked "What no!!!" But as soon as she says that she knows, her face gave her away!

"LIAR!!" Laila hisses at her, she breaks "OK! I did! Laila! You have to believe me! I didn't want this, but he begged me to help him!" Laila runs to the toilet and Louise chases after her "Laila, I'm sorry! But he couldn't face you turning into his carer. He didn't want you to remember him like that!"

She's hunched over the toilet, wiping her chin. She turns to Louise "GET OUT!" She ordered her "Laila...please!" Her blood boils "I SAID GET OUT!!! GET.......THE.....FUCK....OUT!!!" Laila screams at her.

Not wanting to upset her further Louise gathers her things and leaves, telling her she's sorry as she closes the door.

She collapses on the bathroom floor. He could've had months left! Why would he take his own life knowing it was cut short as it were? These thoughts haunted her for weeks, even months. The only answers she had were what Louise had told her.

Before the funeral, she tried to contact Laila numerous times but had no luck. At the wake she corners her "Laila, how are you?" She little out a laugh "How am I? After you helped my fiancé take his own life? How the fuck do you think I feel?" Louise is a little taken back she knew she was angry still, but she didn't expect this.

"Laila, please you have to believe me, I wouldn't have done it if he didn't beg me!" Laila is just full of hate towards her "Have you told anyone?" She knew there was a reason she wanted to speak to her so badly. But despite what she had done Louise and Steve had lost a son and Naomi a brother as she had lost her fiancé. She believed that the fact Louise would have to live with the fact she helped her son take his own life punishment enough.

"No and I'm not going to I couldn't do that to Steve and Naomi...I take it he doesn't know?" She shook her head "He doesn't know" this somewhat was a relief to Laila knowing she wasn't the only one out of the loop.

"Well, I'm not going to tell anyone but after today I never want to see your face again" Louise is stunned "Laila, we need each other to get through this!' She rolls her eyes at Louise "I don't need you! Your husband and daughter does!" She walks off leaving her stunned.

After that day Laila hadn't seen or heard from her, Steve did reach out a couple of times but after a while they lost contact.

Present Day

"Louise?" She was face to face with this woman she never wanted to see again. "Laila? Who's this?" Harry asks, "Louise" she doesn't elaborate Harry holds out his hand "Sorry Laila must've forgotten her manners, I'm Harry her friend" Louise smiles at him and takes his hand "Hi Harry, I'm Louise....Laila ex fiancé mum"

It clicks!

She had told him a little about Josh not the part Louise played, but he knew as soon as she said ex fiancé she was talking about Josh "Oh! I'm so sorry to hear what happened to your son!" She smiles softly at him "Thank you! How are you Laila?"

She couldn't do this she could stand there and pretend it was all OK even 8 years later. She turns on her heels and storms off in the other direction "Laila! Wait!" She hears Harry call out after her, she gets 3 aisles away before he caught up with her bring her to a stop "Hey! I know it must be hard to see his family but there was no need to be rude"

"Rude??? What like her not telling her son's fiancée he was planning on ending it all earlier than expect with her help!" She didn't mean to blurt it out it but just came out before she could stop it. She hadn't told anyone not her family or friends no one knew until now.

Harry knew now but why did she tell him? He looks at her in shock "What?"

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 9.

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#atb #always the bridesmaid #always the bridesmaid fic #original character #pixie88 original #fictionalstory #laila x josh #harry x laila

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letsperaltiago · 5 years ago

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ok time to break my silence caused by the fact that i spent all day making this lol too many feels

so.. palm springs thoughts !! and there are manyyyy so buckle up and feeel free to hit me up with either matching or contradicting thoughts or whateveer!! i would LOVE to nerd out about this movie with someone:’)

here comes thoughts and pictures!!

we basically start off with a mr. samberg sex-scene okAYYYYY the mood is set. we love the view

nyles aka. mr. samberg is the most gorgeous man alive and it was a true pleasure to admire him for 90 minutes straight

CURLS!!????! THEY ARE UNREAL. i shall dedicate an entire post to them

Cristin Milioti is perfect for her role. her acting? *chef’s kiss* I love that she’s not the stereotypical female rom-com lead.

Her chemistry with Andy? Gosh.. Can’t believe Nyles x Sarah is my new main movie-ship!! They play off of each other SO. WELL. Their characters are equally stone cold and bitter, but then again not really, and they both portray it so well!!

“You don’t ned a leg up.” *moans* “Hold my leg up!” i SCREAMED

“Don’t you kiss me.” “Don’t you tell me what to do.” hoW DARE THEY!

Ok ur basically on love already stop it

The fact that they were just gonna fuck on a blanket on top OF ROCKS?!

but then again in this movie’s already insane universe it’s prob pretty normal:)

The overall dark, existential humor?? This is what I live and breathe for on a daily basis. Basiaclly both main characters are a BIG MOOD

Nyles not giving a shit vs. Sarah severely freaking out in the beginning is an iconic dynamic

“I am the antichrist” and then the rock falling? For a hot sec I literally thought the movie was gonna take a turn with Nyles being some magical/scientific creature that’d created the timeloop or something idkkk ahhha

Nyles in the suit... ridiculous(ly hot)

The torture methods Roy uses on Nyles and the fact that he’s not mentally scarred?? How??

On that note I love that Nyles and Sarah keep their memories even if the day starts over. Would’ve been a completely different concept if they had to “meet each other for the first time” every day and it wouldn’t’ve allowed their relationship arc to evolve as it did

Darla is the fucking shit

Nyles in the baseball cap, amirite?

THE BARTENDER TALKING ABOUT HITTING A GUY WITH THE CAR SHE’S CURRENTLY GIVING NYLES A HANDJOB IN IS COMEDIC GOLD

“You fucked Jerry Schlieffen?” “Well he fucked me.” Yes SIR. Andy Samberg’s characters are all bottoms and we’re here for it

Sarah’s tongue click and “nice try” when Nyles asks her about her sex life??

IDK WHY BUT SO GOD

Randy is hella annoying. That’s it. That’s the tweet.

THIS ENTIRE SCENE:

the fact that they both start waking up smiling because now at least they have each other 🥺😭🤯

uhm i love a good ship that’s like... best friends to lovers and the montage of them basically becoming besties killed me

this outfit Y E S:

sarah falling off the car and nyles laughing it off is relationship goals

the crashing plane I LOL’ED

okay so... big moment... the DANCING AND MATCHING OUTFITS? THEY ARE MY DREAM TEAM. Also how excited they are running away from the bar 🥺

IM POSITIVE THIS IS THE MOMENT NYLES KNOWS! LIKE HE DOESN’T ADMIT IT TO HIMSELF COMPLETELY BUT HE KNOWS

the bomb in the cake and french pirate-skit? so fucking random but i lovee it because it’s so them

*DRUM ROLL* PERHAPS MY FAVORITE MOMENT IN THE ENTIRE MOVIE:

STORYLINE WISE AND VISUALLY A++++

the deep talks by the fire were SO well written. they were actually deep and genuine, allowing the characters to grow and opening up to us as viewers but also remained fun and witty

sarah trying to get nyles to admit he cares for her and him joking it off??? the flirtinggg

really wish we’d gotten to know more about what nyles meant with “it drifts away: just like they all do.” because it really seemed to trigger something within him. Like WHO “They”???

the dinosaurs lmao no comment but at least they got a cute cuddly moment

from the very first millisecond inside the tent you can CLEARLY tell Sarah is just dying to do something about them!!!

the disbelief on nyles’ face when sarah says “lets just get it over with” because she’d clearly stated he didn’t want to and even though he obviously did he’s respected it and not done anything further about it oh babey

we love some good making out:’)))

NYLES HALTING TO TAKE IN THE MOMENT EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO SCREAM INTO THE VOID

i will die for a post-sexy timez cuddle and how sarah is trying to staying awake to be besides him is just *explosion*

this has to be *the moment* she realises

and they’re both sooooo fucking happy when they wake up after damn love me like that pls

THE GROOM BOOO FUCK OFF CAN’T EVEN BE BOTHERED TO REMEMBER HIS NAME CHEATING SCUM

THIS FACE:

Baby is trying so hard and is so cute and nervous about it. SARAH LISTEN TO HIM HE LOVES YOU.

HE FELT GOOD WAKING UP BECAUSE OF YOUUUU, GIRL. DO NOT CALL IT “FUN”, SARAH

“Going to bed maybe just got a little better” 😭😭😭😭

The entire cop scene is just pure insanity, very Lonely Island and I’m here for it even though I just want Sarah to rEALLY LISTEN TO WHAT NYLES IS TRYING TO SAY

“Pain is real” oh babey that means SO MANY THINGS 🥺💔

“I followed you into that cave because I liked you!” like jake would say: don’t love how we got here but we’re going where i want

“pretentious sad boy” me

not shocked that they’ve hooked up before because c h e m i s t r y but don’t like how it got out :)))

why is nyles’ one sleeve shirt rolled up? im triggered

drinking pure vodka? oh babey its gonna be okay

WE LOVE A SMART BOI WHO RECOGNIZES HIS GIRL’S PERFUME

Sarah’s parents singing:)) i would cry too, nyles

"I love her.” “I see... That’s interesting” lmao savage

I actually really love Roy’s character. It turns out to be very humble actually and he has some insightful and lowkey poetic that lines i love. Besides that he’s hilarious.

SO the whole time i was wondering how they’d get out of the whole “same day forever”-thing, if they were to. and I LOVE LOVE LOVE that they had such a logical way out of it: science. Not anything cheesy like “a true love’s kiss” or “you learned your lesson”. Pure logic and Sarah’s hard work to get there. Huge fan of this.

I will never get over how good Nyles looks waking up and Sarah is xtra pretty in that scene:’)

Nyles just wants to stay in a loop forever because it means for sure that he gets to stay with Sarah forever and I’m lowkey into it but also like lowkey LISTEN TO HER AND GO WITH HER PLAN, NYLES

“I wanna stay with you” *sniffles*

“I love you. How about that?” PRETTY FUCKING GOOD

I love Nyles’ character development. He started off so nonchalant and cold, closed off and by this point he’s the softest, smiliest in love fool I’ve ever seen and Andy does it so good. SAMBERG HEART EYES!!

“Nothing is real in here” YES SARAH UR LOVE IS

I’m taking Sarah’s asking Nyles to believe in her and leave with her as her first “I love you” because it’s very clear that she wants to leave with him rather than without.

just- this entire scene i ugh <3 <3 <3 <3

BREAKING. UP. WITH. MISTY ! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

glass of wine filled to the brim? sarah’s my type of gal

the speech was really beautiful and sweet without being too cheesy and kudos to cristin for really delivering it like a pro! especially her “abe, don’t fuck this up” like yes girl kill him, chop him to pieces with your eyes!!! also camila is such really pretty bride

nyles looks like a cockatoo here :

nyles taking the shot and smashing the glass into the ground got me 🤭😵😏🥵

“I’m your son” I SCREAM

GIVE THE MAN A WHITE HORSE DAMNIT

Gotta admit Sarah looks like a bomb (lol nu pun intended) ass super hero in her bridesmaid dress and C4-gettup

The sentence ending up being total grammatical gibberish but Nyles trying so. damn. hard is the sweetest thing ever and should and will go down in rom-com history. It’s super romantic but also well-balanced by humor and I just.. so good. This is the kind of characters and relationships I love and wanna write myself

“you’re my favorite person that i’ve ever met” 🥺🥺🥺

“i’d rather die with you than live in this world without you” WHY AM I SO SINGLE SOMEONE LOVEE ME LIKE THIS

okay so idk but “what if we get sick of each other?” “we’re already sick of each other. it’s the best.” is so so so soft, the way nyles says it like it doesn’t matter and is honestly another key moment for me: they’ve experienced basically everything imaginable during their time in the box/loop. they’ve liked, disliked, loved, hated each other and still: he loves her. the fact that nyles knows no matter what happens it won’t stop that because it’s them?? ouch my heart.

this chaotic mess of a pairing?MESSY BOMB BRIDESMAID AND CURLY-HAIR HAWAII SHIRT-BOI!! MY OTp

Them dissing Nyles’ mom on their way into potential death? that’s love, baby

the fUCKING KISSSSSSS MANNNNNNNNNN!!!! SO ICONIC AND THE EXPLOSION IN THE BACKGROUND AND JUST WE DESERVE THIS THEY DESERVE THIS EVERYONE DESERVES THISSSS!!!

NEVER OVEER THIS EVER FOREVER NEVER

Ok so I was SURE that when it faded to black that it was done and I grew super ficking frustrated because it would leave us with this “the ending is up to whatever you chose”-kinda thing kinda a la Celeste and Jesse where it just feels unresolved and I WASN’T OKAY WITH THAT. So I’m so happy we got to know that it worked and the bebes will live happuilly ever after with Nyles’ shaggy dog:’)

Their hands on each other’s knee >>>>>

all in all 100000/10

#palm springs #palm springs spoilers #andy samberg #cristin milioti #camila mendes #sarah x nyles #emilie says things #sarah #nyles #the lonely island #nyrah

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bqstqnbruin · 5 years ago

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Wedding Chaos

I’m clearly in a wedding mood, but hey, June is bride’s month or something like that.

This was requested FOREVER ago but it took me forever to write it, too. I have to admit this is the fourth version of this request that I’ve written, the other three just sitting in my Google Drive unfinished and untitled.

I hope you like this, sorry it took way too long (and yes I still have another request sorry I suck)!

60. “I can’t sleep without you. I need my personal body heater and cuddles.”

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“I now pronounce you, husband and wife!” the minister says, your best friend kissing her now husband as everyone around you cheers.

Since you met, you always said you would be each other maid/matron of honor. You were a long way from Charlie proposing, but you knew that you would be standing up there saying ‘I do’ to him with Natalie by your side, just like you were doing for her now.

The entire wedding, you knew you were supposed to be focused on Natalie and Domenic, but you couldn’t keep your eyes off Charlie, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you either, making it all the more distracting. Something about the red dress Nat had picked made him unable to look away. The dress fit you perfectly, and he knew how happy you were that Natalie picked a dress that had pockets. He loved how it looked on you and how happy you were wearing it, but damn, was he excited to take it off you tonight.

Natalie’s college roommate, Samantha, nudges you to pay attention as Natalie and Domenic start to leave, “I know your man is hot, but we’ve gotta get to pictures so we can get to our dates faster,” she jokes pushing you towards Vinny. Her boyfriend was sitting by Charlie, probably wanting to do the same thing to her that Charlie wanted to do to you. Leave it to Nat to pick the dresses that made you look so good, your boyfriends wanted them on the hotel room floor.

You walk down the aisle arm-in-arm with Domenic’s best man, waving to Charlie as the wedding party follows so you can take pictures outside. Natalie could not look more beautiful as the two of you took pictures together. “I’m so happy for you!” you tell her, starting to cry a little.

“I can’t wait for this to be you,” she says, smiling at you as the photographer takes pictures.

“Nope. We’re not thinking about that tonight. This day, today, is all about you, babe.”

Even though you were celebrating Nat, you couldn’t help but think of Charlie. Since he wasn’t in the wedding party, he was going to the reception alone while you went over with the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen, drinking so much champagne that you probably didn’t need to drink anymore at the wedding, even though you knew you were going to. At least you got to sit with Charlie to eat, thanks to your constant bothering of Natalie and convincing her and Domenic to have their own table while everyone else surrounded them.

“Can we talk about how Payton and Charlie didn’t pay attention the entire wedding?” Samantha says, just loud enough for you to hear it. For being drunk, she was really good at the whispering thing right now.

“I’m so glad you noticed that, too.”

“Well, it’s not like the boys are subtle. But at least it was enjoyable,” she shrugs, sending you both into uncontrollable laughter as one of the groomsmen pours you both more champagne.

Since taking the millions of photos and the drive to the reception in some traffic, it’s been at least an hour since the ceremony is over. You’re just hoping one of Natalie’s cousins or friends from school hasn’t tried to get to Charlie while you’re gone. He was currently hot and alone at a wedding; exactly what Natalie’s single friends would want.

‘Almost there!’ you text him, the champagne making you more excited than you should be.

‘Can’t wait! Everyone’s taking all the cheese! :0’

‘NO. Don’t let that happen!’

“Hey, Nat. Charlie told me that all the guests are eating the cheese. Don’t they know that wine and cheese is our staple girls night dinner?”

“That’s so rude! Babe, make sure no one else takes the cheese. Y/N/N and I need to get some,” she says to Domenic, clearly already drunk.

Everyone starts laughing as you pull up to the reception venue, Domenic taking the glass away from Natalie, “Maybe you don’t drink anymore until we give a toast,” he says. The smile hasn’t left his face the entire day, since seeing Natalie walk down that aisle.

You wonder if Charlie will be the same at your wedding? That’s assuming your suspicions are right that he actually is the one. What color will the wedding party wear; will they have the royal blue that you’ve always wanted, or will Charlie want another color? Where will he want to have it, somewhere in Boston or in one of your hometowns? Why are you even thinking about this? This is your best friend’s big day. Your time will come.

After the introductions, you finally get to sit down with Charlie, a plate at the spot next to him, you still a little drunk from the ride over. Samantha and Payton were off somewhere else, doing something else. You definitely knew what it was, but who really cares?

“What is this?” you look down at the plate filled with food.

“I made sure to get one of everything before it was gone, especially the cheese,” he says, smiling.

“You’re cheesy,” you joke, kissing his cheek as his hand rests on your thigh. The slit in the dress was high enough that he was touching your skin, and combined with the alcohol was sending chills through your body.

“And you’re drunk,” he whispers, his breath tickling your ear, sending you into a fit of giggles as he kisses your cheek. “You look so damn good in that dress, but I think you’d look even better with it off. You know I can’t sleep without you. I need my personal body heater and cuddles, and maybe a little more?”

“And all I can think about is you-”

“Y/N?” a familiar voice interrupts you.

You look away from Charlie to see someone that wasn’t on the guest list. “Andrew. What the fuck are you doing here?”

Andrew was Natalie’s high school boyfriend, the guy she dated right before she met Domenic. You never liked him, and he never liked you. Natalie dumped him after sophomore year of college because he was being a distant ass, but he never told any of his friends or family that they broke up until six months later, which was weird, right? You knew Natalie’s guest list inside and out; he wasn’t on it. No one you invited would have brought him. So why was he here?

“I’m going to go get some drinks for us,” Charlie says, clearly uncomfortable by Andrew’s presence.

“This is not the time for you to leave, no!” you call as he practically runs away anyway, trying to grab him by his sleeve only to nearly fall of your chair.

“Can we talk?” Andrew asks, taking Charlie’s seat next to you.

“You weren’t invited.” One of the biggest rules of your’s and Nat’s friendships was ‘hate the people the other hates, too.’ You hated him before she did, but now you hated him even more.

“Uh, Joy brought me.” He runs his hand through his hair, unable to make eye contact with you. That was his tell when he was lying about something; you had picked up on it about two weeks into meeting when you were younger.

“No, she didn’t. Joy brought her girlfriend,” you point to the dancefloor where the two of them are dancing. You didn’t know Joy’s girlfriend well enough to send her her own invitation, so Joy brought her as her plus one. There was no way Natalie knew that Andrew was here. You didn’t even know he was going to be here. You try to find her in the crowd of her guests, finding her by her parents and brothers, laughing, not even noticing anything outside of their conversation. Thank god. He needed to be gone before she could notice.

“Ok, I convinced someone to bring me. But I wanted to talk to you,” he admits. You roll your eyes as Vinny gets up to give his best man toast. Thank god, because that meant you had to go stand beside him to give your toast right after.

You find Charlie still standing by the bar, switching between giving Andrew a death stare and mentally undressing you, both of which you loved, you had to admit. You didn’t hear any of Vinny’s toast, but you were ready when it came to yours.

“I’ve been slowly crafting this speech since I met Natalie when we were, what, four? Natalie probably knows everything that I’m about to say but because she’s the greatest she’s going to roll her eyes and laugh at the appropriate times like I didn’t call her at two this morning and read this to her so I can make sure she wouldn’t kill me for what I’m about to say.

Nat, you loved me so much that you had to date me, because, as we have pointed out in many situations, Domenic is the male version of me. And now you’re spending the rest of your life with me. I mean, Dom,” you pause as everyone laughs, “No, wait, I mean me.” It was corny, sure, but that’s what Natalie loved. “But really, I’m so glad you found Domenic. He really is the perfect guy for you. And if you hurt her, I will go all Godfather on your ass.”

Your entire speech, you could feel Andrew’s eyes on you, but you didn’t know why, you just knew you didn’t like it. You go back to your seat as Domenic starts to say something, Andrew still sitting in Charlie’s seat, you trying to ignore him until Charlie can get back from the bar without being rude.

“I should have went with you to junior prom and started dating you, not Natalie,” Andrew blurts out as soon as Domenic is done talking, everyone starting to move around again.

“What?” you look at him, both disgusted and confused. Andrew asking Natalie to junior prom was what marked them being together as a couple. “Nope. Not doing this. You need to leave. Goodbye.” You get up and go to Charlie, still standing at the bar waiting for your drinks. “Please tell me you got me something strong.”

“Rum and coke, more rum. Who is that guy and why don’t I like him?” You follow Charlie’s eyes to see Andrew still sitting at your seat, playing with your name card.

“Natalie’s ex who wasn’t invited. He’s being a jackass and needs to leave.”

“Should I do something about it?”

“No, because I don’t need you getting kicked out. I’ll handle it.” The bartender finally gives Charlie the drinks, you taking yours and downing it a lot faster than you probably should. If you had any chance of not killing Andrew for being there in the first place, you couldn’t be sober, as bad as that may be.

Charlie orders you another drink, standing there in awe of how fast you put that back.

You go and try to find Samantha. “Mayday,” you tell her, grabbing her arm and dragging her off the dance floor and towards your table. “Voldemort is here.” After Natalie and Andrew broke up, Samantha had suggested you call him ‘Voldemort’ since the name was now ruined for all three of you.

You go over to your table, just praying that Andrew will actually leave. “So, you know you need to leave before she sees you, right?” you say, the two of you standing over him still sitting at your table.

“No.”

“There’s no way you could be that stupid,” Samantha says, rolling her eyes.

“I told you before that you needed to.”

“I want to talk to you. I want a chance.” You feel yourself ready to hit him across the face, unsure if the feeling is genuine anger or mixed with alcohol

“Ok, one, no. You’re my best friend ex. Two, no. I would never have dated you anyway. Three, no. I have a boyfriend. Four, no. You need to leave.” You start to walk away from him, going to find Vinny or one of the other groomsmen when you feel his hand grab your arm. “Let go of me.”

“Then at least dance with me.” Why was he being like this? He wasn’t being aggressive, but weirdly persistent. There was no reason for this.

“What is the point of this? No. You’re leaving.”

“You weren’t even invited. Get off of her.” Samantha tries to pry him off of you, only for him to push her away, causing her to almost fall back into the chair of another table.

“No.”

“If she told you that you need to leave, then I think you need to leave,” you hear Charlie’s voice from behind you. He walks right up to Andrew, towering over him as Andrew practically shrinks in front of him. “So let go of my girlfriend, and get out of her best friend’s wedding or I’m going to throw you out.”

He lets go of you, not breaking eye contact with Charlie. “You’re really dating this meathead?”

“Excuse me?” Charlie gets in front of you.

You grab Charlie’s collar, pulling him back so he doesn’t hit him like you knew he wanted to. “Charlie, not in here. Andrew, you need to leave before he brings you outside and actually hits you. You know he plays in the NHL, right?”

Andrew’s eyes grow wide, “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, so what are you going to do?” Charlie asks, getting closer to him despite your efforts to keep him away.

“Leave.” Andrew practically runs away, nearly knocking over Natalie in the process.

“Was that?” Natalie comes running towards you, confused.

“Yep.”

“How?”

“Don’t know,” Samantha shrugs, leaving to go join Payton.

“But he’s-”

“Leaving.” Charlie interrupts.

“My hero,” you say to him, throwing yourself in his arms and acting dramatic like in those old movies. The three of you laugh and go out onto the dance floor.

A slow dance starts and Domenic takes Natalie away, Payton and Samantha dancing together, too as Charlie wraps his arms around your waist, your arms draping on his shoulders, your foreheads pressed together as you sway to the music. “You are the most beautiful girl here,” Charlie whispers, his eyes closed.

“I think today you’re supposed to say that about the bride,” you tell him, even though you can’t help but smile at his compliment.

“Well, I think that about you every day.”

You look up to him as the song ends and changes to a faster song. The rest of the wedding melts away as you kiss him. The only person that mattered to you was Charlie. You could just imagine dancing like this at your own wedding to him.

The only thing that broke you out of it was when the DJ announced that it was time to throw the boquet. You didn’t care if you actually caught it, especially since the tradition is for single women, anyway. You knew you would be with Charlie regardless of some superstition. If anyone was getting married next, it was Samantha and Payton; they already knew their wedding date, she just didn’t have the ring yet.

The two of you are in the middle of all the ladies. “Does it really matter if we catch it if we already know we’re getting married?” Samantha asks.

“If neither of us is engaged, do we know that we’re getting married?”

“I’ve been with Payton for eight years. If I don’t marry him, I’m never getting married.”

Natalie turns around, signaling that she’s going to throw the bouquet. She throws it, all the other girls shoving each other as you just try to get your hands in the air. There was no point in you being in the group if you weren’t going to try.

One of Natalie’s cousin’s catches it, running over to her date who looks absolutely terrified. You go back to Charlie, him pulling you onto his lap. “Welp, I guess we’re not getting married yet,” you shrug, draping your arms on his shoulders like you did when you were dancing.

“Maybe not next, but we will.”

#charlie mcavoy #charlie mcavoy imagines #boston bruins #boston bruins imagines #bruins #bruins imagines #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey imagines

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elejahfanfic · 5 years ago

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Fanfiction

Love from the shadows

Part 2

The Originals AU story

Elijah Mikaelson x Camille O'Connell (Camilijah)

a/n: Elijah and Camille are friends and colleagues. She has a crush on him, but keeps it to herself, as Elijah is known to be quite the ladies man.

Anyway - it's a little something - I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading. 😀📖💕🎈

💕🎉

Morning found Camille, waking up next to Marcel, which made her freak out a bit as she realized what had happened. A Tequila shot too many. Never again. She thought as she now sneaked out of the bed and disappeared in the bathroom to get dressed.

Getting out of it in a little while, she was met by Marcell smiling with a charming smirk on, "Morning, beautiful."

"Hey" Camille said with a little gulping smile, "I - uhm- this is just one of those things, right? Not that it wasn't good -"

"Relax - yeah." Marcel said.

"Ok. Ahm - I got to go. Later."

"Later." Marcel said as Camille rushed out of the apartment.

Camille hated that she let herself gothat way. She was a girl, who loved the romantic dates. Dreamt of a big white wedding. Dreamt of Elijah. Even though she knew he was not into serious relationships. She knew his track record. Aya, Celeste, Sabine, Antoinette, Gia, to name but a few, and now Hayley, one of her bffs.

But was Elijah such womanizer, really? Or has he not found the one?

In Elijah's apartment

Hayley woke up finding the bed empty. There was a note, saying 'Great night.E.'

She also found a tray of breakfast with a flower in a little vase.

'You got style, I give you that" Hayley muttered taking the bagel, "No wonder Cami is so into you."

Elsewhere

"How are things?" Klaus said as Elijah picked up the phone.

"Fine - you? How is Paris?"

"Pretty great. So, are you coming for my birthday?"

"I certainly am. I've already booked a flight. Kol tells me you have gone into crazy mode with the party plans."

"Well, it's my 40th and I just want to splash out." Klaus said.

"And so you should. Right. I got to go. I will see you soon." Klaus said and hung up.

Finishing his coffee, Elijah went up to the window, flashing back to his conversation with his sister the other day.

Flashback

"I met Kol's girlfriend. She is so amazing and he is so wrapped up in her. I haven't seen him so in love like - actually never. It's cute. And talking about love and falling in love - it's Valentine's in a few days - I guess you will end up taking someone home - hook up - seriously, don't you think that it's about time you unfroze your heart? "

"Bex, please -" Elijah took a deep silent breath,"Love is overrated."

"You don't really believe that -" Rebekah continued, but her brother changed the subject of love and his heart to the upcoming trip to Paris.

Years back, in a church in Chicago, Elijah waited at the altar. The woman he was about to marry left him jilted. Breaking his heart. He vowed not fall for anyone again. Ever.

Putting his thoughs away, he returned to the daily tasks.

🎬

Camille pushed the one night stand with Marcel away in a box of crazy mistakes, and same as Elijah went into the working mode.

And as times progressed, working alongside him, seeing him hooking up with Hayley on a regular basis took its toll.

One evening as Davina and her met for a girly night out she splattered the big news to her friend.

"I was approached by a Firm from Boston and I decided I will take the job."

"You are not serious?" Davina looked at her friend a tad bit wide-eyed.

"I am" Camille huffed. "I need to get away - forget about Elijah - working next to him, seeing him every day and knowing that he will always be a player - it's a living Hell. "

"Well - I hate to see you go, but I get it. To get him out of your system, you need to move - but can you not go and work for another Firm here?"

"I will still see him. We have the same friends... you know" Camille explained l.

"I know" Davina said, giving her friend a warm comforting hug.

Not long after, Camille left, because loving someone from the shadows just was something her heart couldn't handle anymore.

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Six months later

Camille walked in Rousseau's, and her eyes set on Elijah, who now waved at the blonde a little, somewhat surprised to see her there.

"What are you doing here?"

"Hey - I am here for the wedding. I am meeting Davina. You? How are you? I hear you have made partner?! Congratulations."

"Yes. Thank you. A drink?"

"Yeah."

"Beer?" Elijah suggested.

"Yes. Thanks."

"So, how are things in Boston?" Elijah now asked, "I still don't get how you just took off, not that I blame you. Fish&Cage are a good firm."

"The offer was too good to pass. Sorry that I left you in the learch - So, how have you been?" Camille said taking seat.

"Fine. Tell me about you and Boston? I bet you are Boston Celtics fan now. "

"No. I am still very much a Pelicans fan. Die hard, don't you know?"

"Yeah - I didn't forget it. You and Kaleb and Marcel were crazy when they played in the finals. Never seen someone so passionate about a game."

"Well, I got tickets. Wanna come?" Elijah said.

"What? You usually go with Klaus?"

"Ah, he is away with his new girfriend."

"Klaus has a girfriend?"

"Yes. Caroline Forbes."

"The Caroline Forbes?" Camille was surprised.

"Yep." Elijah took a swag of his beer. "He is thinking of proposing."

"What? OMG! I never thought that I would hear this. He found the one."

"He found the one."

"And you?" Camille now asked feeling her stomach knotting.

"Me? No. You?"

"No. Haven't found the one yet." Camille said, turning to Davina, who greet them," But, she's found the one, in Junior High already."

The women now hugged, and as Davina ordered a drink they went off to a table to talk wedding stuff. Elijah had his office colleagues arrive and he now chatred away with them.

And during the talk with Davina, Camille could not help herself but sway to look at Elijah a few times.

"You're still into him?" Davina now asked.

"What? Who? Me?" Camille said innocently.

"Yeah, you Cami!" Davina exclaimed.

"Ok. Yeah. Huh. He is still so hot. Damn." Camille said.

"Hot. And a total womanizer. Don't go there."

"I am not. I hear Hayley still hooks up with him."

"Yeah. We had a huge argument, just yesterday. She was with Jackson, too. And he is such a good guy. He didn't deserved this." Davina said.

"Ok. Let's talk bridesmaid's dresses." Camille now said to change the subject.

But, despite Camille's better judgment and all the alarms going off in her head to stay away from Elijah, she ended up accepting to go to the game.

Days after, after the game they ended up in a bar, later, celebrating the win.

"This was such a great game." Camille was still in a full on cheering mode.

"I agree. It really was. I had great fun. So, Tequila?"

"Yeah. But just one. I'll have a beer." Camille said.

As the clinked with the glasses for the win, they both downed the drink.

As a song came up on the karaoke at one moment, made Elijah suddenly grab Camille's hand getting her to the small dance area.

Swaying to the music, they joked a little about it as they now remembered the time they did a karaoke thing while they were working on a case.

"I was actually amazed that you could sing" Camille said.

"You were not bad yourself"

"Oh, please - I was so out of tune. Did you not see everyone's faces - they were silently begging me to stop"

"You just needed practice" Elijah chuckled.

"I will stick to the law - I am much better at that."

"I second that" Elijah said, and pushed her gently out into a twirl. As he pulled her back, she was flush against him. Both stopped still and looked at one another. Camille sucked a heavy breath in.

They were staring into each other’s eyes. Elijah's full lips were only inches from hers. She could feel his warm breath brushing over her skin. She had imagined standing like this with him so many times, and every one of those times, he had kissed her.

And then, it suddenly was better than any dream. His head now lowered toward hers, and his lips found hers.

His kiss, his lips firm, his tongue gentle. The shoulders under his hands went rigid with restraint, a vibration of control suddenly crept up as she kept herself in check, halting the kiss, levering back. Desire and apology cut hard lines into his face as he beamed down at her.

Tequila that was coursing strongly through her veins, hitting her head, muted the voices that were shouting, telling her this was not a good idea.

But then, overriding them, swiftly as the cat she shot both her hands in his hair, yanking his mouth to hers down. Wild, nearly desperate, she slid her tongue inside, pressing her entire body along his length.

#camilijah #elijah mikaelson #camille o'connell #fanfiction #the originals fanfiction

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this-is-a-love-story-fleabag · 5 years ago

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The Wedding Planner (1/4)

An AU in which Fleabag is a wedding planner, and Klare and Claire have found the perfect Catholic church to get hitched in... 2510 words. Also on ao3.

"Do you want some of the communion wine?" he blurted out, wanting her to stick around for a little longer. "I can't throw it away because it's holy," he explained, "and I probably shouldn't finish the bottle by myself. It's a good vintage."

She cocked an eyebrow. "Is this the part where I say 'Sorry, Daddy, I've been a bad girl'?"

He coughed and nearly dropped the bottle. "'Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned' is more traditional," he managed, fishing out two glasses and pouring them both a liberal serving.

The priest was beginning to think that officiating a wedding for the first time was going to be more trouble than it was worth.

"I realise that there are certain things that are unavoidable in a Catholic wedding ceremony," the bride was saying in clipped tones, "but if you could just tone it down a bit on the... incense."

"Right," said the priest with an uneasy half smile.

"And maybe try to keep the prayers snappy and efficient. These are very busy people, you understand."

"OK." He shifted in his seat. "If you don't mind me asking, is there some reason you've chosen my church in particular?"

"It's the only Catholic church within five minutes' walk of the company's offices," answered Claire without hesitation, sweeping her immaculate dark hair behind one ear and frowning at her Blackberry.

"And it's beautiful!" beamed her effusive fiancé, who was inexplicably also named Klare. He seemed to have a positive opinion on everything he encountered, so the priest didn't judge the compliment as holding much weight.

"Oh," said Claire, clearly not having considered the attractiveness of the venue in her calculations. She smiled warmly at Klare, her brusque exterior melting away for a moment. "Yes, of course, it's..." she looked around the chapel as though she hadn't paid it any attention before. "It is beautiful," she said more softly, taking a private moment with Klare as she met his eye.

It was this, more than anything else, that convinced the priest to go ahead with the planning. To be able to celebrate love and to mark the key occasions in people's lives were the shining bright points in his quiet, peaceful career, and the love between these two was easy to see.

"I'm sure we can create a lovely ceremony together," he said with his most winning smile. "Are your family Catholic?"

She scoffed in a way that he was fairly sure she didn't mean to be offensive. "God, no."

"My family are old Catholic, very old," said Klare delightedly. "Many, too!"

"Yes, there are so very many of them," said Claire tightly, giving the priest a significant look that her blithe fiancé entirely failed to notice.

"The whole Korhonen family!" rhapsodised Klare. "So much blond hair that it will look like the sun!"

Suddenly, a matching his-and-hers cacophony of phone alerts began to chime. Claire and Klare both consulted their PDAs.

"It was so wonderful to meet you," said Klare earnestly, shaking the priest's hand in both of his as he rose to his feet. "I am so sorry that we have to leave!"

"Yes, right," said Claire briskly, pulling a small business card from her pocket. "I'm too busy and important to deal with this at the moment so you'll mostly be dealing with my sister," she said, handing it to him.

The card was emblazoned with the name "Hillary's Events", some contact information and, incongruously, an illustration of a guinea pig.

"She has my explicit instructions, so she should be able to handle it," continued Claire, pulling more cards from her purse, "but if anything goes wrong here's my work number, and here's my mobile, and this one's for my secretary."

"Oh, your sister's a wedding planner?"

"Yes, she is wonderful!" said Klare.

"She's good enough," said Claire with a tight smile. It was impossible to tell whether that was the highest praise that she was capable of giving or if her reticence betrayed genuine misgivings. "If she tells you anything about the hen do, it's not true."

"Well, congratulations on your engagement," said the priest politely, following them to the front door. "You must be excited to begin your marriage."

"It's a vestigial patriarchal tradition based on the handing down of women as property from father to husband," said Claire vaguely, looking at her phone again, "but it's what you do."

She flashed him another smile and they left. The priest managed to summon up a dazed smile in response to Klare's effusive waving, and then repaired back inside to find a stiff drink.

The CEO, customer service representative, creative director, office manager, head of human resources, tsar of morale, and sole employee of Hillary's Events was hiding under the desk in her office.

"M'lady!" hollered the lawyer through the keyhole. She burrowed further underneath the table, pushing a pair of shoes, a surprising amount of paperwork, and half a Mars bar out of her way.

A lunchtime quickie had seemed like an excellent idea at 3am when she'd sent him the original text, but the cold harsh light of day and one rapid but effective wank had dispelled the urge, and the prospect of trading half an hour of his loathsome company for some admittedly excellent sex no longer appealed.

A better adult, she reflected as she gave the Mars bar a sniff and began to eat it, would probably have simply cancelled their meeting and apologised, but if a successful businesswoman who ate a salad earlier couldn't do something grossly immature, who could?

Her desk phone began to ring and she groped blindly above her head to grab the receiver.

"Hillary's Events," she hissed into the phone. The lawyer continued his relentless pounding at the door.

"Uh, hi," said a voice on the other end, sounding confused. "I'm, uh, I'm calling about Claire's wedding? I'm the priest?"

Fantastic timing. "Great, thanks for calling," she whispered. "I'd like to send you over some bits about the ceremony to go over when you've got a moment."

There was a long pause. "I'm sorry, but why the fuck are you whispering and what the fuck is that noise?"

"Get back out here, you little minx!" shouted the lawyer at possibly the worst moment.

"If you're in the middle of something, I can call back some other time," said the priest, radiating discomfort over the phone.

"That's just a... colleague," she breezed, settling more comfortably in her hideout. "He usually tires himself out in a couple of minutes."

"Do you need me to call someone? The police, or..."

"No, Father, it's fine." She scrabbled around on her desk again and retrieved a pen. "What's your email address?" She uncapped the pen with her mouth and made assenting noises as she scribbled it down. Thankfully, the lawyer got bored at this point and left.

"AOL?" she teased gently, reading the address back to him. "I thought the Catholics were stuck in the 1690s, not the 1990s."

"Oh, fuck you," he laughed.

"I hope you're going to swear this much during the ceremony. It would certainly liven things up."

"I'll try to keep a lid on it. I get the impression your sister wants it to be... efficient."

"Yes, she was very specific. Brides don't usually give me binders that are colour-coded and have bullet points and subheadings."

The main instructions that Claire had left her with, other than the binder, were "don't fuck this up," and "the priest is quite hot, don't make it weird." She had to admit, he did have a nice voice.

"How long have you been in the wedding planning business?"

"A few years. I started it with my best friend, but she's... it's just me now." She paused for a minute and let the wave of grief hit her and then recede. "I need to come and check out the space sometime," she said, businesslike. "When's good for you?"

"I've some time this afternoon after Mass?"

"Great, I'll meet you there at four."

It was a few moments after she hung up the phone that it occurred to her that she could emerge from under her desk and sit in a real chair. Hillary and Stephanie had the run of her desk at the moment while she refreshed the sawdust in their cage, and they were enthusiastically nibbling on Mr. and Mrs. Dollner's silver wedding anniversary invitations.

"Let's put you back," she murmured to them, brushing some tiny rodent poops off a stack of place cards. "Mama's got to get to work."

The priest was just saying his farewells to the last few stragglers when Claire's sister walked through the door. She was easily recognisable, both due to family resemblance and the fact that, strangely, she looked exactly how she sounded on the phone.

"You must be the wedding planner," he said, greeting her with a handshake.

"You must be the priest."

"I guess this is a bit of a give-away," he said, gesturing to his robes.

"You're either a member of the clergy or you've got a very specific fetish," she breezed, walking past him to survey the church. He gaped at her for a moment and then shook his head and let out a laugh. She looked back at him over her shoulder, a pleased twinkle in her eye.

She strode along the aisle, gesturing around with an assessing air. "It's a pretty straightforward set-up. Flowers at the ends of the pews, videographer here, photographers here and here, string quartet up here. One bridesmaid, one groomsman."

"You've got this down to a science, wow."

"I've learned through trial and error that you can half-ass up to 80% of a wedding before anyone notices."

"That's... good to know."

"Do you have any of these," - she gestured up and down at his robes - "in some other colours? The scheme has a lot of purple in it."

"I have just the thing," he said, ushering her through into his office. He pulled his favourite purple robes out of the wardrobe and held them up for inspection. Drawing a card of swatches from her handbag, she squinted at them and then gave an assenting nod.

"Right, I think that's all I-"

She cocked an eyebrow. "Is this the part where I say 'Sorry, Daddy, I've been a bad girl'?"

He coughed and nearly dropped the bottle. "'Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned' is more traditional," he managed, fishing out two glasses and pouring them both a liberal serving.

"I defy you to tell me the difference."

Sitting down on an ancient chair and gesturing for her to do the same, he chuckled. "Well, fuck, you've got me there. You only have to say that if you want to confess your sins to me, anyway. Which you're welcome to do, if it helps."

"Can't," she said wryly, taking a sip and relaxing onto a chair. "I've sworn a blood oath to never reveal what happened on Claire's hen do."

"Lots of sinning?"

"Tons." She swirled the wine in her glass and held it up to the light. "The blood of our lord and saviour is pretty tasty."

"I take it you're not religious."

"Afraid not. I won't burst into flames, will I?"

"I don't think He would mind," said the priest, making a vague gesture at the ceiling. "You're doing God's work, after all."

"Wedding planning?"

"He's quite into marriage, on the whole."

She snorted. "Makes one of us."

He leaned back in his chair and stifled a laugh, enjoying the enigma of this contradictory woman. "You made a fucking strange choice in profession, then."

"I find that the fact that I don't believe at all in the institution of marriage really helps calm people down."

"You know, the Bible says that-"

She cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Yes, the Bible is very clear that marriage is a sacred and beautiful union between a man and one or many women."

"So cynical!" he crowed, throwing his head back in laughter. "I was going to say that it says that a cord of three strands is not easily broken."

"Are you inviting me to a threesome, Father?" she smirked, her lips stained a tempting red from the wine. "Because I'm not saying no."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I'm saying that the way you help to join people together makes them stronger."

"On average, marriage knocks 1.4 years from a woman's lifespan, and adds 1.7 years to a man's."

"So that's a net gain of," he waved a hand vaguely, "0.3 years!"

"That's one way to look at it."

"Don't you see anything wonderful in what you do? You're helping people to celebrate their love!"

"In the most meaningful and legally binding way. Tell me, why do people choose to make the most significant expression of their love predicated on a legal construct that the government can take away from them at the drop of a hat?"

"The protections that marriage can afford are-"

"If I fell in love with a woman and wanted to marry her, there are only 28 countries in which that marriage would be legally recognised. If I'd fallen in love with someone of a different race, that marriage would have been illegal in some countries until the late 20th Century."

"You've put a lot of thought into this, haven't you?"

She put a foot up on the wooden chest in front of her, really getting into her stride. "That's not even taking into account the children who are forcibly married off to men twice their age, the women killed for not being virgins on their wedding night, and the fact that spousal rape was technically legal in this country until 1991." She took a gulp of her drink. "This isn't some abstract philosophical problem from the past, this is something that's happening to real people right now."

"So why-"

"I guess... I grew up thinking that marriage was some bizarre thing from the olden days that we didn't have to do any more, but then when I was an adult all my friends started getting married, and it meant something to them."

She looked down at her hands, clasped around the glass. "I think the thing that it means to them is beautiful."

"So you do believe in love."

"Absolutely, it's just that it sometimes feels like I'm shoving a princess into a white dress so I can send her off to live in a dragon-guarded castle."

"That sounds fucking amazing."

"Sorry, that was a bad example."

"Don't you find it beautiful that for thousands of years, people have chosen to celebrate their commitment to each other in front of their community?"

"If you think it's so beautiful, why have you chosen a profession which forbids you from getting married yourself?"

"I am married... to God," he mumbled, aware of just how that sentence sounded.

She screwed up her face. "Ugh."

He buried his face in his hands. "I know!"

"Just... ugh."

"Fuck, I can't believe I said that out loud. I really wanted you to think I was cool."

"Sorry, Father, I think that train has sailed."

"No, no, no, no, the wedding's not for another few weeks, I have time to convince you."

"I'll drink to that," she murmured, and then she did.

#fleabag #my fics #the wedding planner #au

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emotionally-imbruised · 6 years ago

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Picture This // Wedding Bells

Summer has gone by, and fall is making itself well known. The array of beautiful coloured leaves falling to the ground outside are reflected well in the decorations you have chosen for the special occasion in that you are getting ready for.

You are seated in a small room as your hair is being styled the way you imagined it to be, all to compliment the stunning white gown that is hanging on the back of the large wooden door.

Around you, the handful of women in which you have chosen to stand with you on this special day is buzzing with excitement as they put the final touches on their hair and makeup. They all look stunning in their matching coloured bridesmaid dresses, and you can’t help but tear up a little bit.

The day is finally here. All of your closest friends and family are here with you to witness and celebrate your marriage to the absolute man of your dreams, Mr. Harry Styles. After many years of dating, plus another year of engagement; the day has arrived, and you’re a nervous wreck... Actually, now you’re a sobbing wreck.

“Hey, hey, hey,” your best friend says as she rushes over to you, and quickly uses her thumbs to push your tears away; all while the other girls move their attention to you, and come over as well. “What’s going on? What’s got you like this?”

“I-I don't k-know,” you blubber as the tears continue to stream from your eyes. “I’m just so happy. And this all seems like a dream, what if I wake up... Oh god, I don’t want to wake up from this.”

“Whoa, Y/N it’s ok. Take a deep breath,” Gemma chuckles slightly as she kneels down beside you; careful not to ruffle her bridesmaid dress. She quickly turns to send her mum a look, and you watch as your future mother-in-law nods and promptly exits the room without saying a word.

“Where's Anne going?” You ask and look back to Gemma nervously.

“She’s just going to fetch something,” she explains with a small smile. “Now I’m quite positive you’re not this big of a mess because you’re overly happy. I know you. Now, why don’t you tell me what’s really going on, yeah?”

You let out a shaky breath and look around at all the eyes watching you, feeling as if they’re burning holes into your skin. “I’m nervous.”

“What for, you goof,” your best friend says and looks at you incredulously.

“What if Harry changes his mind?” You ask shyly, causing your voice to crack. “What if he doesn’t actually want to marry me? Maybe he just feels bad because he knows if it weren’t for him, I’d probably forever be alone.”

“Y/N, do you hear yourself right now?” Another one of your bridesmaids speaks up, and everyone looks to her. “Harry is in love with you, we wouldn’t be here if he weren’t.”

“She’s right,” Gemma nods in agreement and laughs. “Y/N you’re it for my brother, there is no one else.”

“Guys it’s almost time,” your cousin announces as she opens the door, and peeks her head inside. The girls that fill the room look to you, and you nod; letting them know it’s ok for them to head outside and wait for you.

Your best friend and Gemma stay back for a minute until Anne comes through the door again. “You girls head on outside, I’ll wait with Y/N .”

The two nod, and send you one last smile before leaving the room. Anne shuts the door behind them and reaches up to grab your wedding dress. You look at the gown thoughtfully before taking it from her and walking behind the dressing curtain with it. Once it’s on, you reach to your back in an attempt to do it up; but have no such luck.

“Hey Uhm, Anne,” you say and step out from behind the curtain. “Could you help do the up the back, please?”

“Of course sweetie,” she replies and smiles at you widely. “You look absolutely stunning by the way, Harry won’t know what to do when he sees you.”

“Thanks,” you squeak out with a forced chuckle as she finishes doing the backup, and pats your shoulder to turn around. You try to play off the butterflies that are creating a swarm in your stomach, but Anne is quick to pick up on the anxious expression developing on your face.

“Nervous?” She asks and smirks slightly.

“That obvious?” You ask with a sigh.

“Well, you just went extremely pale, dear,” she says with a laugh and tucks away a stray piece of hair that has fallen from your elegantly styled hairdo.

“Oh,” you mutter, and look to your feet; suddenly feeling overly clammy, and anxious. Lovely, a panic attack... What perfect timing. You walk over to the small fan in the corner of the room and stand in front of it; fanning yourself with your own hands as well. “Is it just me, or did it get really hot in here?”

“Oh Y/N,” Anne says gently and walks over to you. “It’s ok to be nervous. This is so new and exciting, no one can blame you for having some concerns. But one thing I know you don’t need to be worried about is the love my son has for you.”

The tightening you feel in your chest slowly diminishes with each passing breath as she says this. You move your gaze from the fan, to look at your future mother-in-law, who has been a motherly figure in your life for years now. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” she states with a huge smile. “And if you’re still concerned, why not just ask him?”

As if on cue; a soft knock comes from the door, and causes you to jump slightly. You furrow your eyebrows suspiciously before hiking up your dress and marching over to the door. You come to a halt and place your ear to the large piece of wood, waiting for the whoever’s there to say something.

A second passes, and nothing happens until the deep British voice of the one person who can quickly just stop your heart with a single glance speaks up from the other side. “Y/N? Are you in there?”

Your heart instantly melts, and you move your hand to open the door, but Anne is quick to stop you. “Nope!” She exclaims and blocks the door handle. She turns around quickly and cracks open the door a little bit, peaking through at her son.

“Mum, please open the door. I need to see her,” your fiancé pleads from the other side as Anne just shakes her head. “I don’t care about those stupid superstitions.”

“I don’t care about the superstitions either,” she tells him firmly and doesn’t move. “But if I’m not mistaken you wanted Hélène to get a reaction photo for when you first see her in her dress.”

“Oh my god, Harry, that is so cliche,” you speak up with a giant smile as you lean against the door. “I love it.”

You nod to Anne; indicating you won’t open the door any wider, and she slowly moves away. You go to say something else, but stop yourself as Harry’s left hand appears through the crack; with his palm wide open. A small chuckle escapes your mouth as you shake your head and extend your right hand to his, linking your fingers together. “Hey bub,” he says from the other side, and tears begin pricking your eye once again.

“Hey, H,” you reply and wipe away a stray tear.

“Mum told me you were worried,” he continues, and you nod your head in agreement; afraid that if you talk you’ll have another sobbing fit. Although he couldn’t see you, it was almost as if he could sense what you were doing; so he speaks up again. “You have nothing to worry about Y/N. I love you. Only you. It’s only going to ever be you... I’m slightly offended that you’re thinking otherwise if m’being honest.”

“Can you blame me?” You ask, aghast at his sudden change of tone. Your grip on his hand loosens slightly, but he holds on tighter; refusing to let you go in such a moment. “Harry, you’ve dated famous singers, and models... so many more exciting people than someone like me. Why did you choose me of all people? I don’t get it.”

“Because no one has been able to make me feel the way that you do, Y/N,” he says gently. “You’re my everything... Are the years we’ve spent together not enough proof of that?”

And the tears start pouring. You let out a sob, but it’s more of a relived one this time than an upset one. Your grip on Harry's hand tightens, and he knows he’s finally gotten through to you. “I just don’t want you to think you’re making a mistake by marrying me,” you whisper.

“The only mistake I could make is letting you go,” he replies and gives your hand a squeeze. “But I don’t plan on doing that. You know you’re stuck with me after this right, love?”

“Wouldn’t want to be stuck with anyone else,” you smile and start fanning your face with the other hand; in an attempt to dry the tears that have finally stopped. “I probably look like a raccoon because of you.”

“Oh no, sweetie you’re fine. Gemma made sure your makeup was waterproof for this reason,” Anne speaks up and walks over; causing both you and Harry to laugh. “Now if we’re all good here, you two have a wedding to begin.”

“No, no, no, wait!” An accented voice calls from down the hallway, as frantic footsteps can be heard. A second later Hélène squeezes through the small space of the open door and takes a breath; her camera in hand. You go to move away from Harry’s grasp and greet her, but she’s quick to stop you. “No! Stay like that. This makes for a good picture.”

She pushes the door open wider, causing you and Harry to shift with it, and steps away; motioning for the two of you to look at her and smile as she begins snapping pictures. You can’t help but laugh at the situation because you have yet to even see the man you’re getting married to all day. Hélène takes a couple more pictures of you beaming, and continues as you slowly inch forward. Just as you reach the edge of the barrier between you and Harry, you look to Hélène and Anne; who both nod with big smiles before you finally peak around the door.

As soon as his eyes meet yours, time seems to slow right down and it’s like the two of you are the only ones on earth at this moment. His eyes light up, and tears begin to form as a huge smile starts creeping across his mouth. He doesn’t let go of your hand as he pulls you towards him; only stopping once your lips meet his. You unlink your hand from his and allow it to slowly move it up to his brown curls, as you wrap your other arm around his neck and deepen the kiss.

After a moment, he begins to pull away, but just enough to look at you again as he gently places his forehead against yours. “You look amazing, Y/N,” he says quietly and places another peck on your lips.

You can’t help the chuckle that leaves your mouth as you look him over in his tux, and mindlessly continue playing with the tiny curls at the nape of his neck. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” you tell him with a smirk. “I do love when you get all dressed up like this.”

“I try,” he returns the smirk, and winks at you; his narcissistic side clearly showing. You roll your eyes and shake your head at his comment, but don’t get the chance to respond to it as he pulls you a little closer and lowers his voice. “I also can’t wait to get you out of that dress back at the hotel tonight.”

“Woah, ok, mum still in the room,” Anne speaks up and shakes her head. Hélène laughs at her expression and continues taking pictures as you and Harry both turn to look at his mother.

“Sorry mum,” he mumbles and links his fingers with yours again.

“Mhmm,” she replies and narrows her gaze at him. “I’ll let it slide this time, but mainly because you two need to get downstairs. You’ve got a whole wedding party and a crowd of guests waiting on the two of you.”

“She’s right,” you say as you turn around to face your fiancé again, and smile at the thought that he soon won't be your fiancé; but rather your husband. “We should probably get this thing started.”

“I agree,” he tells you and pulls you in for another kiss. He pulls away and looks you up and down one last time before finally making a move to leave. “I’ll see you at the altar, wear something nice.” And with that, he sends you another wink and disappears around the corner.

You stare at the space that was just occupied by him, and can’t help but laugh as you shake your head. You look back at the other two women, and they join you in making the way downstairs to join your bridesmaids and begin the ceremony.

Everyone gets settled into their positions to walk down the aisle, and you feel a smile forming on your lips once again as you take it all in. You’re surrounded by the people you love, and they’re all here to see and support you as you marry the love of your life. It’s all so surreal, and you can’t stop yourself from thinking about how today is going to be an incredible day.

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SHE IS PERFECT FOR HIM

Original title: Lei è perfetta per lui.

Prompt: Spencer and Lila are getting married; handbook for shippers.

Warning: mention of various kind of TV-series.

Genre: comedy, humor, romantic, friendship.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, O.C.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot 33 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💏😘🎈.

Song mentioned: L’amore e basta, Tiziano Ferro.

GARVEZ STORIES

I mentioned many of my ships from various series: jelinda (Jim Clancy and Melinda Gordon, Ghost whisperer) ; Elliot and JD (Scrubs) ; Ted Mosby and Robin Scherbatsky (How I met your mother); Tate (Caitlin Todd and Anthony Dinozzo, NCIS) ; Jack and Amanda (Diagnosis Murderer) ; Danny Messer and Lindsay Monroe (CSI New York) ; Semir Gerkhan and Andrea Gerkhan (Alarm für Cobra 11 – Die Autobahnpolizei).

This story is dedicated to @thinitta cause it's just one way to say something I think I don't say to her yet: I love you, we are like a sisters even if we live so far... And I love our crazy conversations XD

SHE IS PERFECT FOR HIM

Luke Alvez didn’t know he was so sentimental before he saw Penelope, sitting in the church next to him, crying during a colleague's wedding. Yet, a song doesn’t stop turning in the head, even after, during the reception, especially when, with great joy, he ends up again next to the blonde IT, sitting right in front of him.

I change, perhaps, always nice, no, nice for me, that I see you always nice that I feel like dying. Even if you close the doors in front of me, sometimes, even if I’m alone and far away, sometimes, and when I am in the hotel, I’m less mine and more of the fate, and write it in a terrible letter, but if you carry a cross, don’t keep it in silence in the soul, love, shout it out loud!

He has eyes just for her, the whole table realizes it. He already feels lucky like that, a whole day without unsub to chase, so long time to admire her. But she, as always, ignores him, talks to JJ about the marriage of the latter and a missed one, hers. And while he feels jealousy rise, towards a stranger who has had the ardor of asking Penelope's hand, something falls on his shoulder. He raises his head and understands instantly.

-Well, they say: wet bride is a lucky bride!- someone exclaims, while some women scream, complaining about the hairstyle cost hours and money. Luke has always loved the rain and today his level of worship goes up considerably. The hotel where the reception is held obviously had foreseen this eventuality, in fact the tables are ready inside, in a decidedly less suggestive, but dry environment. Even these with the seats assigned and not exchangeable. He and Penelope, jubilation, end up with a group of strangers, or rather unknown. The bride's friends and bridesmaids.

-Excuse me.- Penelope draws the attention of a waiter. -There must be a mistake. We... I should be with the groom's friends.- the young man looks displeased.

-I'm desolate, miss, but these are the procedures. Take this opportunity to make new friends.- and he goes away. He never thought that Garcia had these problems, indeed, the opposite, but today she seems so lost in her thoughts. In the end she surrenders, sits down next to him and sighs.

-Well, it seems that fate wants to keep us close.- Luke says, not very loud, pouring himself a drink. Then he asks her if she wants the same, and she shrugs, holding out her glass. Their fingers touch each other.

-Yeah, Newbie, I bet you did it raining, on purpose.- he chuckles, glad that she wants to play in this way. It is definitely a beautiful day.

-Yes, uh, it happens that I have a friend in the meteorological institute...- it's not even a complete lie. He approaches slightly, winking at her and the blonde can’t help but smile, shaking her head.

-Hey, it looks like you've impressed someone.- she whispers softly, causing shivers down his back with her hot breath. They look at each other, he with a confused expression. -Do you see that beautiful brunette, on the other side of the table? Since we've arrived, she's just staring you.- Luke raises his head to check and she stops him. -Stupid, she could see you!- their mouths are only a few centimeters apart and for a moment he loses control. Then Penelope lets him go and returns to a normal position.

-Too bad that I prefer blondes.- he comments shamelessly flirtatious.

-Ha ha, very funny. Instead you look exactly the kind of man who likes brunette, Latin, slender, tiny, in short...- she gets stuck, because she ended up on rough terrain. He laughs openly.

-Brunette, Latin...? That is a feminine version of me. So boring.- the waiters pass to collect the dishes with the leftovers of the appetizer. It will be a long day. -No, I repeat, I’m attracted more to blondes. Light hair, fair skin...- he passes the tongue on the lips. -Better yet, if she wears glasses.- he dared too much and in response receives a weak fist on the arm.

-The more time passes and the more you become stupid, Alvez.- but at the same time Penelope keeps an eye on the brunette who keeps looking at them.

-It's the effect you're doing to me.- she seems to be back in time and there's Morgan beside her, not Luke. She misses to flirting with a man, but she doesn’t flirt with him, never, it's too... dangerous. She looks up at the sky. Without stopping to stare her, the man tries to grab the glass, but he clashes right with... that brunette. Penelope doubts that she took the opportunity to find an excuse to start talking. -Oh, sorry .- Luke is forced to turn around.

-Don’t worry, it was my fault, I'm so clumsy...- yes, she's definitely right, the woman did it on purpose. Penelope finds herself annoyed, but believes it is due to her feminine pride. She would never falling in down to impress a man. Luke smiles politely at the chick. -You're a federal, are not you? I think I saw you on TV.- he nods, shrugging his shoulders modestly.

-I could say the same thing. I'm Luke, nice to meet you. And she is Penelope, the best computer technician in the world.- uh, definitely exaggerated. The blonde is stunned by this presentation, especially because the last time he had said to her a compliment like that, it was a mockery. She merely smiles and shakes her hand.

-But sure, you both work for the unit of behavioral analysis with Spencer!- apparently they are more famous than they thought. -And... if I can ask, sorry but I work for a tabloid newspaper... professional deformation... how long have you been together, you two? There would be perfect to write an article on the changes in recent years within the federal regulation against fraternization at work.- Penelope, who was drinking, almost chokes, while a smile on the face of Luke is painted. However, she talks first.

-No, we're not engaged, we're just colleagues. Just colleagues.- any psychologist could tell him that repetition is certainly a sign of nervousness, present when trying to tell a lie. And Garcia has never been good at lying, as far as he knows. In addition, she seems decidedly blushing.

-Ah, weird. I could have sworn that...- even the brunette who, according to Penelope was interested in him, remains confused. Before she can restrain him, Luke decides to say his own.

-Well, it's actually she who thinks so, but I'm not satisfied to be just his "colleague".- he says the last word in a strange way. -And I don’t give up. She's about to go down, I feel it.- the blonde's protest is slowed by the arrival of the first plate. Spencer have been very attentive and warned all staff that she was a vegetarian. What she doesn’t understand is why the waiter served the same dish also to Alvez. He understands where her gaze fell. -I didn’t want you to feel alone...- he whispers softly, and the tone seems very serious. Penelope swallows and chooses to ignore it.

-Wow, guys, you'd be perfect for a TV series. There is so much feeling between you two. One shot and we would already have a million shippers, I'm sure.- the IT decides to change the subject.

-Do you know who is the best ship ever? Melinda and Jim. Ghost whisperer. Fabulous. They have shown that there is no need for the typical tension of the "before they get together" phase to drive fans all over the world crazy. When he dies, he refuses to leave her and enters that body and forgets her, but he is still pushed towards her... and then when he finally remembers... I have consumed a box of tissues, and if I accidentally turn on the TV and there is that scene, it's the same thing, always.- Penelope talks in one of her passionate monologues. He loves to listen to her, because every time he discovers something new that concerns her. In this case, the thought of her that looks at such shows and is moved doesn’t surprise him. He had imagined it exactly like that.

-You are right, it's one of the best ships that exist. Then Jennifer Love Hewitt is a great actress, very beautiful, without falling into the vulgar, intense... however, I'm so stupid, I realized I hadn’t introduce myself yet. I'm Clara, one of the bride's bridesmaids.- Penelope has definitely changed her mind about the brunette and now they're both immersed in sharing ships, one of the quickest methods in the current millennium to make friends instantly. If you share my ship, then I could even fall in love with you.

-And in your opinion? What is the couple that made you suffer more and that was successful?- Luke has been transformed from an object of desire to an uncomfortable third wheel, and is not sure that it displeases him.

-Elliot and JD, definitely.- seeing the confused expression of Penelope, she opens her mouth. -Don’t tell me you never watching Scrubs!- the other hurries to deny. -Oh, you scared me. It was a continuous back and forth, but even when they were separated... it was as if they were together anyway. And in the end, they got married. Better than that, it could not have ended.- both women utter dreamy sighs. -Now it's your turn.- of them three, Luke is the only one who is eating.

-Ok, I'm a bit ashamed, but... Ted and Robin.- no need to specify which series it is, he even understood it. -I think that producers and screenwriters have found a good idea, that of a father who tells his children how he met their mother and ends up putting in everything about the period of his youth... I do it for anything, talk nonsense, I mean, as at this moment.- they laugh in an accomplice way. -But in the meantime they needed something to move it all, and although the ship between Lily and Marshall is great...- spoiler alarm. -...it is still the canonical ship and it needed a more... messed up. But they have definitely exaggerated, creating the story of Ted and Robin. The French horn was the pinnacle, but there is so much to tell you...- Clara nods, but doesn’t seem entirely agree.

-I have a confession to make, that I fear will break your heart.- even if she is a journalist, it could very well be an actress like Lila. She takes Penelope's hand in hers. -I went on the dark side...- the blonde opens her eyes and nods her head. -Yes, I'm sorry... but I prefer Robin and Barney.- it can be true friendship only if you are able to overcome the diversity of opinions on one of your favorite couples. Penelope nods, not letting go.

-Yes, well, I find them nice too. It is difficult to choose, I think the producers have just done a bullshit, with this double possibility. But after all, their goal is only to have ratings, that people look at it so as to continue to obtain financing.- the sad reality behind every alleged work of art. Sad and resigned sighs.

-But let's move on to really important things. Do you love more the couples who are already canon, engaged, married, like Jim and Melinda, or those of which we see the slow development?- oh yes, it is these, the fundamental things of life. But he is curious to discover Penelope's answer.

The woman seems to think about it. -It's a difficult question, I love both possibilities. Perhaps, but... more the second. I believe that, even in real life, the phase in which everything is in the balance, in short, it is clear that two people are going in one direction but there is still uncertainty, every moment is full of possibilities... is the best. Like the moments before the first kiss...- Luke manages to attract his attention brushing her arm. -What's there?- for a thousandth of a second they look into each other's eyes and only they exist, as pure spirit.

-Nothing, I wanted to know if the ladies liked to drink.- he also winks at Clara, who is quick to hand over her glass. Penelope nods her head. But is it just a casual gesture, or should he read more behind it?

-Anyway I agree, those are among the best moments, even if I always find myself shouting at the television as it is possible that someone is so naive as to not understand when the person he is in love with, feels the same.- the blonde doesn’t notices it, but Clara launches a decidedly explicit look at Luke, and certainly not to flirting with him. The man tightens his lips and raises his eyebrows, as if to say that he no longer knows what to do. -And how kind of dynamic? Friends or enemies? Or, let's not forget, there is also the "first in bed and then exchange of names" version. Usually these are the couples that last longer.- she laughs, while Penelope blushes.

-Uh, I'm a bit bad, but I love when the man is clearly the more taken and she, although not fully aware of it, for some reason decides to keep him at a distance and treat him a bit bad... I don’t know, I think it is guilt of my feminism.- Luke chokes with a mouthful and is forced to drink again. He swaps another look with Clara.

-Give me an example.. it is now clear that the journalist has decided to give him a hand, even if she doesn’t know why. Perhaps she got slightly carried way by this story of the ship.

-Well, Kate and Tony. Although there the situation was fairly balanced, but between the two, in the end, he was the more taken. When Kate died, I stopped looking at NCSI.- a thoughtful pause. -Jack and Amanda. Diagnosis Murder. It's an old series, but, hell, I rewatched an episode by mistake last week and... I realized I was shipping them even more than in the past. Unfortunately, between them there was been only a kiss...- Penelope hasn’t quite understood that she is ending in a trap. As the protagonist of any self-respecting fanfiction, she is naive and unaware.

-Yes, I remember, when Jack saves her life, one of many times.- the blonde nods with emphasis. -But don’t you think that their relational dynamics could be described as that between brother and sister? I don’t know about you, but I grew up with two older brothers and they treated me that way, but they weren’t in love with me, I assure you.- Clara has launched the supreme challenge. She has to demonstrate that her ship contains the motivations to become canon.

And the IT certainly doesn’t hold back. She positions herself better on the chair, waits for the waiters to pass with the second plate, and starts to talking, as a lawyer who exposes his plea in court. -I have three brothers, no, it's not their case. These are imperceptible things, because after all it is not a comedy, but an old-fashioned crime, so relationships develop in the margins, as a boundary and are often used to create hilarious situations. But if we go to see the nuances well, Jack is clearly jealous of Amanda, like in that episode with the doctor who finally flirt with her friend in front of her and it turns out that he was also the killer...- Clara nods, looks a second to Luke, almost winks and then returns to focus on Penelope.

-Yes, that Jack is interested in Amanda is also clear to me. But to be together, they must both be involved. And you say that from the way she behaves with him, that is, because she treats him badly, it's clear that Amanda also feels something for him. I say wrong?- well, Phil will not be offended to share the rule of his best man with Clara. If this is successful, it is the least he can do to thank her.

Luke turns directly to look at her, but Penelope doesn’t notice, so taken by the defense of her ship. -No, that's right. Because... after all, to treat badly, to keep at a distance, they are all defense techniques. The same thing happens between Danny and Linsday. At the beginning they can’t stand each other, they have to argue on any occasion, they prick each other and then... they even end up having two children. I think it's the crime couple with the most consistent dynamic, as Andrea and Semir of Cobra 11 Special Team for the action series.- Clara nods, then, after a few seconds, she stands up.

-Sorry, I... I'm going to the toilet for a moment.- she winks at Luke, who returns her.

Penelope turns to him. -Well, I was right. It seems that something is being born on this table. You'll have to thank your meteorologist friend...- the man smiles, but then realizes that she has clearly misunderstood.

-What are you saying?- meanwhile the time continues to flow, inexorable.

-You and Clara! Hey, I saw that you looked at each other all the time. When she comes back, I'll go to the bathroom, so that you can...- he silences her with three moves at the same time. Leaning forward, bring his face close to that of the woman; he puts a finger on her lips; with his other hand he grabs her arm.

-But what…? No, Garcia, you didn’t understand anything. I don’t care Clara, I told you, she's not my type. You see too many TV series and you can’t help shipping, even in the real world.- it sounds a bit too much as a reproach. She looks at the amber fingers around her arm. -Really, don’t you get it, Penelope? Even Clara noticed it, that’s the reason why we looked at each other while you are talking about couples and relationship dynamics and those things. Why can’t you apply the same parameters to yourself?- he lets her go and she starts breathing again. She can’t think, is confused.

-To myself?- she asks, with a little voice as a child.

-Yes, to yourself. Why the way Amanda treats Jack should be symptomatic of her interest, and the same behavior, yours with me, is not it?- again, she's out of breath, swallows, turns her head. Her body implements every possible defense to prevent that thought from making its way into her mind. -Why did you keep me at a distance before you even met me? And you call me Newbie?- too many questions, she feels like she's being accused, on the stand.

-I... you know. I told you, you took Morgan place, who was my best friend. I promised myself that I would hate anyone who replaced Derek, so it has nothing to do with you. You're not special.- she at least manages to convince herself.

-No, it's not just this. You were jealous of Roxy, when you thought she was my girlfriend. And you can’t hate people, Penelope.- damned all the profilers of the universe. -Do you say that you really don’t feel anything for me? That you don’t even like me a little?- he looks straight into her eyes, as he asks her, he doesn’t even know with what courage. Despair, of course. Clara will be take time on purpose to give them time to conclude.

-Uh, Luke...- signs of surrender: she has used his name; dilated pupils. -No, you're not my type. Surely many women think differently, that you're an attractive man, and there's nothing strange, because it's true.- she got messed up by herself. This time nobody will come to the rescue. -I mean, it's an objective fact, like... like... something that I can’t remember of right now.- she blushes to the tips of the ears and he swears that she's also sweating. -But the physical aspect is not enough, you know?- why she persists to treat him as if he were a superficial playboy?

-I know.- he blames the blow well, after all. -I told you, in fact, that as well as blonde, with clear skin, glasses, the girl I like also has a huge heart, is sweet, playful, and an absolute genius?- maybe white wine that Luke is sipping it was been altered by some substance or he doesn’t hold alcohol at all. It is the only explanation.

-Listen, Luke, I also love flirting and play this game, but sometimes less is more.- she makes clear, while in the distance sees Clara come.

-But it was never a game for me.- he tries to take her hand and sees her wavering.

-No?- before he can answer, the brunette sits, apologizing with her eyes.

-I couldn’t really miss the dessert.-

And... and I’m the only one who knows every answer, and I will not change with the passing time, and while I lose myself thinking about just love... and you remember that this is what I’m, and I challenge life always with my head down, because I care about just love... and I’m the only one who knows every memory, and for me you're not the first thing to come along, because for me you're just love... and I’m the only one who know my mistakes, even if there is still a trace left, in front of everyone for you I’m just your love...

The wedding is over, the couple have flown off for their honeymoon and everyone is slowly moving towards their respective destinations. Penelope doesn’t understand why Luke is still following her. -Hey, Newbie, the party is over, you can stop playing the part of the seducer, now.- if he was another type of man, would take her by the wrist and making her a turn that would catapult her in his arms. But, unfortunately, he is part of those who struggle to expose themselves with gestures of that kind, the opposite of macho.

-Play the part? Do you seriously think that I am like that? No, but you would like it. It would make things easier. But no. I'm the opposite of a seducer, and I'm not ashamed to tell you. I always thought it was better to be alone, don’t bind me, especially while I was at war. I'm not good with women, I don’t go to a romantic date since high school. I'm a complete landslide.- his words had the strength to stop her and force her to turn around. Luke performs in a sad smile.

-Why are you telling me all these things, Luke? Do you want to pity me? Do you need someone to vent your masculine instincts?- damn it, this woman would put a strain on anyone. -Because, I'm sorry, it's a tempting offer, I don’t deny, but...- he reaches her, shaking his head and sighing.

-Fuck, Garcia, do you think I just want to fuck with someone? Getting that would definitely be easier than a hug from you. We've known each other for two years, and the only kind words you've addressed to me have actually been directed to my dog. You don’t want to give me even a miserable chance.- she has never seen him so much altered, not with her, over all. Penelope trembles, but the fear of getting hurt is stronger than everything else.

-Chance for what, make me believe you're crazy in love with me and then make fun of me? You're not the only one who's been dry for quite a while. I'm better alone.- finally the truth. -It's just because I treated you badly, if you're so attached to me, don’t you realize? If only I...- Luke shakes his head and slowly lays his hands on her shoulders, then down the arms.

-No, it's not just for the chase, it's that I'm fine when I'm with you. I can’t hold back the smiles. And I feel like one of the protagonists of your TV series. And if you want to know, we already have a fan club. And a ship name.- Penelope opens her eyes and mouth. -All the team, but not only.- he answers to her mute questions. -People from O'Keef, Phil, even your Morgan. And Clara.- she doesn’t reply anything. -Garvez, the name is Garvez. Garcia and Alvez. It's not bad, what do you think? It’s by JJ.- of whom others, she had been the founding partner of the ship.

To get out of the quagmire, Penelope finds herself saying the first bullshit that goes through her head. -Lila is perfect for Spencer, because she will never ask him to stop loving Maeve.- Luke is so surprised to let her go. The mouth bent in his typical crooked grimace.

-You are right, she is perfect for him because she can understand and make him happy, even if they are completely different or maybe because of this. But what does it really mean what you said? That your first love is dead, or that you will never look at me in the way you look at Morgan?- the woman understands that he has no intention of surrendering. She sighs, bites her lips and returns to look at him.

-Of course, I'll never look at you as Morgan, you're not him. You're another person.- a calm, resigned tone. In the air around them it is possible to see the formation of the written canon in the sky, in cloud’s shape.

-And this is good or bad, for you?- it can’t just be a fixation, it can’t be just for the thrill of hunting, it can’t be just to take her to bed, it can’t be a sophisticated revenge. Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.

-I don't know.- she shrugs and he takes her face in his hands. -I can’t risk, do you understand? Because it was so damn taken for granted that I would have a crush on the new one, everyone was expecting it and I hate the obvious things, I hate them to death...- maybe when the man's soft lips press on hers, she changes her mind. A delicate kiss, trembling, at the same time intense. And in those few minutes a real process takes place in Penelope's mind. The defense attorney is herself, the only one to say no, she's not feeling anything because Luke is indifferent to her. Luke is the lawyer, that is the banality. The witnesses at the stand are all their friends and even some strangers. The jury is the heart of Penelope and the judge, who issues the sentence, the one who has the last word... is her head.

The blonde suddenly pulls off and looks at him. Luke thinks he messed things up, but it would still be worth it. Both the mind and the heart are repeating the same thing: you are perfect for him and he is perfect for you. Nothing else matters.

The bang of the gavel. The verdict is: guilty.

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#garvez #criminal minds #cm #penelope garcia #luke alvez #luke x penelope #penelope x luke #garcia x alvez #alvez x garcia #tiziano ferro #l'amore e basta

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wolfjustdraws · 6 years ago

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“Bad Idea” - Lucy x George

Lockwood and Co. Series

Summary: Friends are always there for each other.

Warning: NSFW. This is the first time I write something like this, so it may be a little awkward. READ ON YOUR OWN CONSCIENCE.

Au: Friends with Benefits

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Ok, I didn’t plan this. I never thought about it, I never considered things would end up this way. But they did.

It all started after the Fittes building burned down. Some people saw it as some terrible tragedy, but for us it was an enormous relief. It came with many shocks for all of us; Lockwood finding out what he wanted to do after ghosts finally stopped appearing (he found himself to be deeply intrigued by a detective’s work), and dragging us along him of course, and Holly and Quill starting to date, but the biggest surprise to me was George. Well, him and Flo, actually: they started dating too.

That wasn’t even the surprise factor, though; it was how well their relationship worked. But I didn’t dwell on their private life, I had better things to do, like focusing on my own boyfriend (no, Lockwood was not my boyfriend). Things were going incredibly fine for us; we were doing amazingly as private detectives, besides Holly and Quill were getting married!

It was a beautiful celebration; Holly asked me to be her bridesmaid along her old roommate, I went with my boyfriend, Florian (who was a terrific dancer by the way), Lockwood invited his girlfriend, a nice girl named Evelyn who once worked at Grimble, and George and Flo went together and actually danced a slow song! And let me say it, they did not danced so badly, and I had seen some pretty terrible dancers in my life (some of my sisters for example).

But the thing is, like a lot of other things, soon it came crashing down; Flo and George broke up after a two-years long relationship. A very nasty ending to be honest, even though I never got to know the entire deal of details. I never knew if it affected Flo, after all she was the one who decided they needed to break up, but for George, it was like the world came shattering on top of him. He locked himself on his room. He didn’t want to come out or talk with anyone.

Lockwood and I thought it would be best to leave him alone for a while, but when a while became a week, we both knew it had to end. George hadn’t abandoned his room at all! If he ate anything that week, we never knew. At first we both tried to convince him the nice way of coming out, some bribing with donuts, trips to the library, and other things we knew he liked to get him out, but George didn’t budged.

So, I got tired of waiting. I went to his room and kicked open the door. I’m glad I did, for what I found there wouldn’t have remained alive for many days if it remained there; George was thinner than I ever saw him, unbathed, smelly and there were some suspicious-looking things in his room I knew were not sanitary at all.

And, God, I am still grateful that Lockwood was out of the house with Evelyn that day. What happened next was the worse confrontation I ever had with George, in so many levels. I’m not sure how it even started, all I knew was that he couldn’t go on like this: he had to move on, but the asshole was so mulish about how he could never go on without Flo. We yelled at each other so much and about so many things, but I can’t remember a single one of them, except that I told George he had to look for someone else.

Then it happened. Before we knew it, before we thought it, before we understood what was going on with us, it happened.

George kissed me.

Once upon another, any other time I would have pushed him away. I had a boyfriend, after all. But I didn’t. He kissed me with such passion. With such fervor. Such fury. Such warmth, I just couldn’t pull away from him. In that kiss I tasted everything; his anger, his frustration, his excitement, his agony. It was like if he had opened himself as a book to me in the form of a kiss. Suddenly, somehow, some why, I understood. I understood him and his pain.

So I kissed him back. Again. And again and again and once more I kissed him and he kissed me. And, oh, how he touched me, and, heavens, how I felt him. And he embraced me, held me, took me. And I let him. Oh, did I let him.

And dear God in heaven, will I ever regret what we did, because I still don’t regret it; I haven’t regretted it a single day since it happened and I don’t know if I ever will. We had sex.

Angry, venting but amazing sex. The way he made me feel, the look in his eyes when he had me. The long hours spent in his room. The things that came out of our mouths. Everything was kept between him and me.

After that, George went back to his bitchy, sarcastic self, helping on investigations and solving murders with Lockwood and I. He seemed totally forgotten about what happened with Flo, and that was great for us.

However, he wasn’t forgotten about me. Oh, no he wasn’t.

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“Lucy”

I closed the door with my keys and looked at the blond man that stood on the parlor’s door archway. His glasses shone with the sunlight that came from the windows, making it difficult to see his blue eyes. You could tell he was a little overweight by his clothes and pudgy appearance, but it had been a long time since I’ve given that a single thought.

“You’re finally back” He uttered cooly. I left my purse and coat on the rack beside the door, then slowly, ever so slowly walked up to him.

“Yes, I arrived last night” My voice was a hoarse whisper, even though my throat wasn’t hurting, but that was the way he affected me. He was taller than me, by a little less than a head, actually. His blond hair fell tousled around his head, on his forehead and close to his eyes. His steely-blue gaze ruthlessly held mine, like if I was in ghost-lock. I smiled gently and lifted the pie I had been holding in my hands “I brought you something”

His hand was on my hair faster than I could notice, pulling my head back with just enough force to make me tingle. His other arm coming to my waist and pulling me close to him, my hands moving to keep the dessert safe.

“Enough foreplay” He said, his voice a deep, guttural whisper and his face coming close to my ear, his lips brushing on my skin “This days have been…so long. Now that you’re back Luce, we can catch up”

“I was just gone a week, George” I whispered, pushing the pie to a nearby shelf and softly caressing his shoulders “I would think you’d know how to control yourself”

“You know I don’t. God, how I’ve missed you” He kissed me feverishly, the frustration he was carrying coming off. I kissed him back eagerly, feeling his hands sneak down my back. I gasped excitedly.

“I’ve missed you too”

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“And here I was thinking you’d have gotten rusty”

“With how much you and I do this? No way” George and I lay down on the bed, wrapped around blankets and each other’s arms, covered in sweat and other things. We were both panting blissfully and regaining our breath “You aren’t tired are you?”

“Tired?” George scoffed, arms coming to my ass and pulling me on top of him, a mischievous look on his eyes “We’ve got a week to make up for, I hope your pussy’s prepared for what it has coming, ‘cause I’ve been planning this weekend since you left and I’m not stopping for some petty excuse as ‘tiredness’”

“Oh, you bet its ready; I’ve been needing this since before I left” I placed a kiss on his cheek, then another one and another one, down his neck and chest “You know how much I need you” I panted as his hands roamed my back in a ghosting manner, making my muscles tingle pleasurably-

“Hey, George, are you- WHAT IN THE-” I jumped from where I sat on top George to the bed, his hand immediately pulling on the bed’s covers, holding them up so that it’d cover my body. After hastily making sure the mattress covered me, we both looked at the person that stood at the door; Lockwood.

“Lockwood, what are you doing here?” The blond man asked carefully after a few minutes of silence. Lockwood looked at us with bewilderment from where he stood, his hands on the door and the frame in a manner that suggested he wouldn’t be able to hold himself much longer. His eyes raced back and forward on the room, taking in the disorder; clothes everywhere, shoes, other things.

“I sent you a text” The taller, dark haired man finally said. He lifted his phone from his pocket “About an hour ago; I told you I’d be coming over to your place” George grinned at me and I felt my blood rushing to my face.

“Well that explains why I didn’t saw it, I was busy with stuff”

“OH MY- GOD!” Lockwood turned around and covered his face with his hands, his feet moving to walk away.

“Lockwood, wait!” I ran out of the bed, taking one of George’s discarded shirts and putting it on, trying my best to do the buttons correctly “Let us explain, please”

A few minutes later, I was sitting on the kitchen’s table with the two men, one on my side and the other in front of me. I was still only wearing the shirt I took form the floor and George had taken an undershirt and his trousers from where I had thrown them aside an hour ago in our little rush. We sat in silence for some time, hot cups of tea sitting on the table, trying to think of what to say, with Lockwood still covering his face with his hands. So, I decided to get it over with.

“Lockwood” I started “What you saw-”

“I don’t even know if what I saw were your boobs or George’s chest, Lucy!” Lockwood exclaimed, his hands finally leaving his face. The blush returned to my face at the thought of Lockwood seeing me, however George just scoffed into the cup.

“Well, it is hard to tell apart” He muttered. I elbowed him on the ribs in attempt to get some of his sense of decorum back, though I know that was less than likely. He was actually greatly enjoying this.

“Just tell me” The dark haired man said carefully, placing both hands on the table as if to steady himself, his face a practiced mask of patience. He looked at both of us again, his eyes deep, obviously looking into us for the truth “How long have you been doing this?”

“Well, I’m not sure how to say this-”

“Since Flo and I broke up”

“-that’s definitely not how I would have said it”

“What?!” Lockwood looked at us like if we were mad “Its been years since that!” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He fell back on the chair and his hands came to his face once again but swiftly returned to the table “So you’re telling me, that-”

“Lucy and I have been fucking each other for almost four years? Yeah” George said still looking careless over about or present predicament.

“Lockwood, listen-”

“For what exactly do we have a ‘no secrets about our present’ rule if you guys are not going to follow it?!” Lockwood yelled exasperated “This is the kind of thing that we shouldn’t keep from each other! Besides,” He looked at me accusingly “Lucy, you’re married to Kurt! You have a daughter, for God’s sake, Lucy! You’ve been cheating on your husband!”

“Lockwood, how I manage my relationship is not your business” I replied, my voice raising a little as well as my temper “Besides, if you were the one married to him, you’d understand my situation; the man can’t last longer than ten minutes, I swear!”

“I’m- I'm sorry Lucy, its just...” Lockwood was at loss of words, which was a hard to accomplish, his eyes coming back and ford between me and George “Why are you doing this? If you and George like each other, why didn’t you guys marry each other?” To this we both scoffed.

“We don’t like each other romantically, Lockwood” George chuckled.

“Yeah, we’re just friends with benefits” At this, Lockwood remained silent for a few minutes, and so did we, allowing him to take it all in and to process it. After a few minutes his mouth opened as if to say something else, but he closed it once more, a reflective look on his features. Again, he opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, seemingly insecure about what he wanted to say, but finally, in a soft, secretive manner, he asked:

“…are you certain that…Rosie is Kurt’s daughter…?”

“Well, Lockwood, of course I bloody am!” I shouted out, my temper getting the best of me, my cheeks red in anger at what my friend was now implying “You think George and I just go about carelessly doing as we please? We take precautions, we plan ahead, we don’t leave everything at random!”

“Besides” George said, now with a serious look on his face “A DNA test was taken just in case; she is Kurt’s daughter all right” Again, Lockwood looked at both of us, a troubled look on his face, like a mother accepting her child is not what she wished they were: not necessarily in a good or bad manner, just begrudgingly understanding.

“Ok” He finally said “Ok, so you guys do this, I don’t think its the best thing you could do, but, you guys are adults, and I trust you guys to be responsible. I guess you don’t want me to tell anyone?”

“If you please” I smiled.

“Now, Lockwood” George said “In case you don’t have any other questions, I think you should go”

“What?” The other man questioned.

“We were kind of in the middle of something here!” George exclaimed “Unless you want us to continue our session in front of you!”

“Good Lord, no!” With that, Lockwood stood from his chair, quickly said goodbye and walked out and way from George’s house. George and I still sat in the kitchen, silently listening to the sound of a car’s engine turn on and then vanish in the distance, still in our makeshift clothing, our disarrayed hair and our dry-sweat covered bodies.

“This is a bad idea” I finally said.

“What?”

“Me and you; its a very bad idea, you know. Always has been” I looked at George. At his steely eyes, blond hair and disheveled appearance I loved so much “A very risky, dangerous, bad idea we should have gotten rid of many years ago” He only scoffed amusedly, however.

“Why, because of what Lockwood said? Because of your husband? Because of our job?” We stood from our seats and he inched closer to me, his face so close his glasses could have poked my eye (if we hadn’t years of practice at how to avoid that), his hot breath on my cheek “Because we are not married in the eyes of society?” His teeth grazed my skin and I felt him bite at my ear, pulling softly on it in that suggestive manner of his “So what?” He spat those words in my ear.

“Its a very good bad idea” I muttered breathily, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I heard George chuckle deeply in his throat beside me.

“Shall we continue where we left?”

“How about we start all over again?”

“Well, if you’re that desperate for me to eat you out, Luce, you can just tell me”

#lockwood and co #lucy carlyle #george cubbins #Lucy x George #George x Lucy #cublyle #fwbAU #friends with benefits AU #this came out rather dramatic #i had just watched a novela when I wrote this

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nadezhtrash-blog · 8 years ago

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Rings [Part 2]

Nico woke up alone in bed, rubbed his face and instantly began to smile. That was his wedding day with Percy, there could be no better day in his life. He ran to open the doors of the room so that Hazel, Annabeth, Piper, Thalia and Leo, the bridesmaids, could enter his room, they had been waiting outside very early. "Today is my wedding!" He shouted excitedly, pointing to his ring. "I have Percy and he can’t escape now." Sunday morning everything was perfect for Nico, with Percy things were a bit different. When Will entered the room, he never expected to see Percy so stressed, he had remained calm most of the night, but after the fifth cup had transformed into what looked like a frightened Chihuahua puppy. "You must remember something, Let's think" Grover spoke to Jason as he laid Percy on the bed. Jason tried to search through his memory but the only thing he could think of was Piper being affectionate. He fixed his gaze on Percy, who was suffering from a fit of nerves murmuring something that looked like the news of a homicide and was trying to cover with the purple blankets. Purple. A spotlight flashed in his head and from his lips escaped a "Reyna" "Reyna?" Grover asked, he was about to complain when Jason spoke again. "I gave them to Reyna, she has them." He shouted excitedly, hoping to receive a positive reaction from his friend, but Poseidon's son was already buried beneath the blankets and yet he could hear his murmurs. "Reyna, are you sure?" Will asked as he sat down. "I'm sure, I ran into her on the way to my room and gave them." He explained still excited to have remembered after almost 6 hours of being in that room. "I'll get them." Frank hurried out the door with Jason. Grover walked over to Percy. "Do you need me to bring you something? You'd better have breakfast now." "I just need a hot Nico and a good shower and I'll be ready for my wedding." He said getting out of bed and went into the bathroom. The best man looked at Will in surprise, trying to understand what his friend had just said. "He just asked me for hot Nico. What's that supposed to be?" "I'm not sure" answered the blonde covering his face. While Percy was in the bathroom, Grover took the time to rest, had spent a whole night avoiding panic. Percy had always been there for him, he always helped when he was about to collapse in nerves, it seemed fair to return the favor. "I got them!" Jason yelled as he entered the room next to Frank, who was carrying the rings. "YEIIHHH" Another voice emerged from the bathroom that evidently came from the son of Poseidon, who came out with a smile on his wet face. He ran to hug Jason, "This was the worst bachelor party you could have done for me." "I'm glad you liked it, bro. You must admit that a treasure hunt is more interesting than any nudist that others may have." He commented returning the hug. Grover managed to note that it was high time he started dressing for the wedding, he was not the only one to notice. "As much as I'd like to let them get gay here, it's time we started getting ready for the big Blue day." Frank commented, keeping the two friends away. "It is true." Percy sighed remembering that this was his wedding day. "I wonder how it will go with Nico." - ° - "Percy does love me, does not he?" Asked the son of Hades looking at his suit resting on the bed. "Nico, we both know he does." Hazel assured him, taking him by the hand. "But ... Then why didn't he send me some details?" The black haired man sat on the floor so he would not have to wrinkle his suit. "Your wedding is already a great detail," said Thalía. "But I haven't even had a sign that he’s still at the hotel." Nico stood up and said, "Maybe he ran away." "Please, Nico, I've known Percy for a long time, he would never do that to you." Annabeth took the veil that was in a chair and put it on the head, after realizing that it was not made for her, she came and put it on the boy. “If he have not sent a note, it may be because he is in a hurry getting handsome for you.” "And you should be doing the same." Piper commented, "I'm your organizer and I do not want you late for your wedding." Nico got up with his suit and went into the dressing room. It was really happening, that day would marry Percy, the smile did not disappear from his face while he put on the suit. By the time he finished the girls also had their dresses. "How do I look?" The question made the girls smile, that would be a great day. They were about to answer when Leo intervened asking. "I do not understand why I should wear a dress, I do not like how my ass looks like with this, but on the friendly side I like this breeze." He commented taking the edges of the dress for a spin "Yes, this breeze is perfect." - · ° · - Percy listened to the music begin and instinctively turned his gaze to the entrance. The first person to enter was his little sister, with a basket full of rose petals, then came Reyna, who did not look very happy in the blue and black dress, behind her entered Leo with a smile on his face, accustomed to the dress and seemed to love the justice he did to his body. The person entering was Annabeth and when she was in the middle of the corridor he could see Hazel leaning still hesitant to enter, and when she finally did, Nico was taking her arm. Percy's eyes glittered at him, he looked beautiful, in his white suit and with every step he took he could feel his heart go faster. What had he done to deserve to marry Nico? Sunday morning was just perfect. - · ° · - A small knock on the glass made all the guests pay attention to Grover. His hands were sweating a little but he tried to relax. "For those who do not know me, I'm Grover, Percy's best man. When Percy told me he was getting married, I could not believe it, I could not believe how fast time runs, for me it seems like yesterday when Percy was just A kid at a special kids school.It seems like it was yesterday when I took him to the camp and when we had our first mission together.It's funny because I was supposed to be his protector, but he was always there to protect me and be there for me. Actually one of the times that I asked him for help he met a talkative boy who would not stop asking him things, at that moment I... I never imagined that a few years later Percy would give me the honor of being able to give a speech in his wedding with that talkative boy. I'm glad that my friend, Percy, has found love, because not everyone can do it, and I thank Nico for matching his love. " He raised his glass with a smile on his face. "For the love of the couple." When Grover finished drinking he could see that Nico and Percy were standing there beside him. Poseidon's son hug him, between the hug he could see Nico saying "Thank you" in a whisper, and in another whisper he answered with a sample "It’s nothing". When he returned to the table, Nico noticed something that maybe because of the excitement he had not notice before. An empty chair. He came over to see the card that indicated who was entitled to the seat. Tears tried to escape her eyes. He looked up at Percy as he covered his mouth to let out a gasp, his husband knew better because his expression had changed, so he did not hesitate to hug him. "I hope I did not bother you ... I thought she deserved a special place." he began to kiss his cheeks that were only a little wet from the shrewd tears he had managed to escape. “It’s ok. Thank you." Nico hugged his husband once more. "I'm sure Bianca would have liked to be here." He kissed his forehead and then gave him a smile that Nico received with another kiss. The music started and Percy took Nico to dance. "How lucky I am that you are my husband." Poseidon's son said in his ear, which caused a huge smile on his partner. "I like that you call me that." The boy confessed with his cheeks flushed. "I'm glad because I'll call you like that for the rest of my life." Percy promised before kissing his lips. Nico just hoped that was true, because that future sounded great, and he would not mind spending the rest of his life listening to him call him that. Fin. The first part is in my partner’s blog. @dragon-of-creation is just the best, i’m in love with Dragon's work. [Lo lamento] Thank you for reading.

#Dragon-of-creation #percicoevent #percicoweekend #percico #Rings part two

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lovemenowmr · 7 years ago

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Chapter twenty-eight

Marco ended up missing two matches because of his injury and we both went to the stadium to watch them together. It had been a lot of time since I had gone to Signal Iduna Park and I didn’t realize what I had been missing till I went back. He had overcome his injury now and he had already played two games, both of them won. Matts felt personally responsible for me and Marco making up and wouldn't shut up about it so he decided we should do a “double date”.

I was getting ready for dinner at Marco’s house since we were going out with his friends Mario and André, I haven’t really been with them so much so I was excited to be with them. I was wearing a dark-red strapless dress with a body hugging figure and a deep neckline, which wouldn’t have been my first choice but Cathy had insisted that I would look good in it. To be honest, I really like it, even though I felt a little conscious in it. I had curled my head slightly at the bottom and I was wearing a pair of black high-heels, I also had a black jacket laying on top of my bed, waiting for us to go.

“Wow” Marco said as he entered the door “Don’t you want us to leave the house tonight?” he asked wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, looking like some kind of rich playboy for some movie. It might sound strange but I loved that look, he looked so good.

“I still don’t know if I’m going to wear it” I said looking at my reflection on the mirror.

I was having second-thoughts because Cathy had told me both of Mario and André’s girlfriends could be a little judgmental and superficial and it might have been silly but I wanted to fit it, I was dressing for impress because both of them were one of Marco’s closest friends in the football world and I didn’t want to make things awkward.

“Why?” he asked.

“Isn’t it too revealing?” I asked.

“I think it’s perfect” Marco said “You look great. You should totally wear it”

The restaurant was definitely expensive but not old-fashioned, I followed Marco in between the tables, he stopped at a few tables to take a few pictures and then we met Mario and André, there were two girls with them. They were Ann-Kathrin and Montana, Marco had told me who they were but I didn’t know who was who.

“Adi!” Mario said happily giving me a hug. “How are you?”

“Good. What about you?”

“Great. Have you met Ann-Kathrin before?” he said reaching for the blond super tall girl.

“Baby, she’s Marco’s girl. Do you remember I talked you about her?”

“Yeah, of course” she said “Nice to meet you sweetheart, I’m Ann”

Ann-Kathrin was a stunning blonde girl, wearing a figure-hugging pale pink outfit paring a high-wasted skirt and a sleeveless crop-top and a pair of silver high-heeled sandals matching with her jewerly. Her hair was slightly curled at the ends and she was wearing a lot of make-up but not in a tacky way. She looked like some kind of super star, which made me feel a little bit intimidated.

“Adela, nice to meet you too” I said taking her hand and smiling.

“Oh, right Mario told me you were from Spain, right? I’ve been there on Summer”

“Galicia, yes” I said “Where have you been?”

“In Ibiza” she said “Maybe we can see each other this Summer”

“I don’t think so” I said laughing “I’ve never been there”

“Oh that’s a shame” she said “It’s really beautiful there. Anyway, how well is your English?” she asked “Montana doesn’t know how to speak German”

“Oh, it’s fine. Don’t worry”

“Liebe, come meet André” Marco said turning me around.

“Hi” André said to me, he was taller than I expected “I’m André, nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you too”

I was introduced to Montana as well and we all sat together at our table. She seemed a little bit less friendly that Ann-Kathrin but that could be because she was shyer. However she seemed more approachable at first sight because – even though it might be silly – she didn’t look like a super model, she was shorter and a little bit chubbier than Ann-Kathrin but she was beautiful anyway, she looked like a normal girl, which was refreshing in this world. She was wearing a bodt-hugging dress that went down to her knees with spaghetti straps.

We had a nice dinner and both girls were very kind to me, even though it was obvious they got along very well. Marco and the boys were talking about football, I didn’t know how they didn’t get tired of it to be honest, I was a huge fan of football myself but that was too much for me.

Montana ended up opening up to me as well as Ann-Kathrin and she told me she was from London and that she missed her home terrible and I could relate to it. She and Ann-Kathrin also told me about Montana’s wedding to André. Apparently Ann-Kathrin was going to be one of Montana’s bridesmaids and she was helping her with it since the brown-haired girl didn’t knew hot to speak German. Both of them were very excited, and it was funny to see Ann so excited for a wedding that wasn’t even hers but it showed how deeply they care for each other and it was nice to see them forge such a great friendship in such little time.

While we were having dinner a few people came over to our table and asked the boys for photos or autographs, specially Marco since we were in Dortmund. I hide away at those times unlike both of the girls, who just looked really pleased with all the attention. I guessed that was what happened where you spend a lot of time next to a professional athlete, you grew accustomed to people coming out at you two and interrupt your conversations just to get a picture, but that was something I really wasn’t used to.

My phone rang the next morning too early for my liking. My head was pounding so bad as I had just slept three hours, we had headed to a club after our dinner and we had spent the night at a reserved VIP area, which wasn’t necessarily my thing but I had enjoyed it very much.

I heard Marco groan beside me and I picked up the phone trying not to wake him up but I couldn't make it since while I was answering my phone I saw him open his eyes and frow.

“Hey” I heard Cathy’s voice on the other line “How was dinner yesterday?”

“Hey” I said in a croaked voice while I was leaving the bedroom “It was fine, I had fun to be honest”

“Really?” she asked “I’m glad”

“Are you still in Munich?” I asked.

She has gone away for a couple of days because she and Matts had just brought their home at Munich and she wanted to go and see how it would be furnished and think about ways to organize the space and their things into the new house.

“Yeah” she said “I wish you were here though. I can’t picture how to get my furniture in here”

“I would be delighted to do so” I said while making myself a tea.

“I’m really going to miss you next year” she said.

“Oh me too”

“Would you really want to come, though?”

“To help you?” I asked

“Yeah”

“Of course” I said sitting on the sofa with my cup of tea.

“Then, if you want” she said “You could come next week. I have a fashion event here in Munich and I thought you would like to come since you’re studying fashion”

“An event?”

“Yeah, it’s a fashion show and we’ll have to walk through a red carpet but that’s all. But that’s one of the most famous designers here in Germany and if you want I could introduced you to her”

“But, can I just tag along?” I asked

“Yeah, she said she would be thrilled to have you there as well when I asked”

“You had asked her already?”

“I didn’t think it would take up that much convincing” she said “Why don’t you want to go?”

“It’s just not my type of thing Cathy, to get in front of cameras and all of that”

“Oh, don’t worry about that” she said “It’ll be real quick”

“I know but I’m just not comfortable with that”

“I really want you to come, we could also go sightseeing. Have you ever been in Munich?”

“No, I haven’t”

“Oh, that’s unacceptable” she said “You’re coming for sure now. If you don’t want to go to the show that’s alright but you’re coming sightseeing for sure”

“Okay” I said laughing “I’ll think about the show ok” I said as I heard Marco enter the kitchen.

“Great!” she said “I’ll promise you you won’t regret it”

“Bye Cathy” I said

“Bye Adi”

I hunged up the phone and I picked up my cup of tea as I made my way into the kitchen, where Marco was making breakfast.

“Morning” I said “Do you have practice today or can we relax all day?”

“Morning” he said giving me a peck as I took a seat on the kitchen island “I have practice”

“That’s too bad” I said “I was already planning a perfect lazy evening. I guess I’ll study instead”

“Sorry” he said handing me a plate of toast and a glass of orange juice “What show were you talking about with Cathy”

“A fashion show in Munich she wants me to attend with her” I said shrugging my shoulder.

“Are you not going?” he asked “I though you liked that things”

“I like idea of going to the show” I said “Just not the attention – or the red carpet”

“You can’t miss things out because there gonna be people watching, liebe” he said.

“I know” I said “But you know how Cathy is with that sort of things, I mean, I love her but she loves stealing the show”

“Yeah, she loves it” Marco said “But she won’t be doing that if you’ll be there” he said

“What’s make you so sure about it?” I asked

“Beccause every one would be looking at you, no offense to her” Marco said

“You’re not helping me at all, you know that?”

“I just think you should go because that’s what you want to do in the future, don’t you?” Marco said “I few contacts wouldn’t be bad. And I know you don’t like attention on yourself but that’s what you get for dating me, a little bit of attention goes to you as well, I wish a could change it but I can’t.”

“OK” I said “Let’s find a ticket”

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chmergess4ever · 8 years ago

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The Chmerkovskiy’s (Part 1)

Hey Guys! So i’ve had an idea brewing for a little while to start a multi-chapter fic entitled “The Chmerkovskiy’s” that would revolved around Val and Sharna predominantly with a little bit of Maks and Peta. I was never a hardcore shipper of Maks and Peta so I’ve never written a story about them but they’re super cute so I’m down to try a little bit with this story. It’s taken me a while to start it because I had some idea of what I wanted to do but not a clear cut path, until @michellelabelle36 posted a comment the other day saying that Val and Sharna need to realize that they need to be together at Maks and Peta’s wedding. Thus came, my new story-The Chmerkovskiy’s. So here it is! The story is predominantly Chmergess and will be, but let me know if you would like more Maks and Peta or less Maks and Peta. I’m open to anything. Like/Reblog and comment! Always love reading what you guys think!

The day had come quicker than any of them had imagined. Even though a lot of time had passed since the proposal, it seemed like Sway Miami was only yesterday. But still, their special day was long overdue. Peta, Sharna, Nicole, Witney, Lindsay and all of Peta’s bridesmaids were gathered in her pamper room preparing for the ceremony which was less than an hour away. They each were doing something different to make sure Peta was ready. She was in her gown, sitting in front of a mirror getting her hair done up and her veil put in. Sharna was a few feet behind her dressing Shai and making sure he looked neat before she handed him off to Val, who was coming to pick him up before the ceremony. The baby was wearing a blue tuxedo with a black lapel, matching the groomsmen ensemble. Sharna heard a knock on the door and picked up Shai, carrying him into the hallway. She walked out, closing the door behind her and turned to see Val, standing against the opposite wall. Sharna passed Shai over as she patted his head and straightened his bowtie one more time. She looked up to Val, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m ok. Maks, on the other hand is frickin nervous. He wants to see Peta.”

“Soon enough he will.”

“Yup. And then they will be married and we’ll be partying it up at the reception before we know it.”

“Hell yes.”

“Save a dance for me, will ya?”

Sharna looked at him. “Always.” She squeezed his arm before turning away to head back into the room.

After they had finished everything they needed to go, the rest of the girls left, leaving Peta alone with Sharna.

“You look beautiful P. I love you so much, I can’t.”

Peta stood up and walked to her best friend. “You too. This is going to be you soon.”

“I don’t know about that. I don’t even have a date to your wedding, let alone anyone to marry.”

“He’ll come along soon enough. He might even be closer than you think.”

Sharna shrugged. “Maybe, but we’re not talking about me anymore. This is your special day.”

Peta smiled. “I’m about to get married. This is surreal.”

“Match made in heaven. Let’s go! It’s time for you to be a Chmerkovskiy.”

Peta nodded and the two girls walked out of the room ready to line up for the precession.

They lined up at the back of the room, each bridesmaid with a groomsmen. Lindsay and Artem, Witney and Teddy, Nicole and Alex, Sharna-maid of honor, and Val-Best Man with Shai in his other arm. He linked his free arm with Sharna and whispered into her ear. “I forgot to tell you before. You look stunning.”

“Thank you. You’re not too shabby yourself.”

The ceremony preceded, filled with happy tears, laughs, memories and music, completed with personal vows in addition to traditional vows. Peta and Maks exchanged rings and were pronounced husband and wife. They processed down the aisle, with their wedding party following them. They stood outside, taking pictures, and greeting their guests before heading over to the reception.

They arrived at the Oheka Castle with everyone else but were led to the back room so they could make an entrance as Mr. And Mrs. Chmerkovskiy. They took Shai with them so they could enter as a family. Everyone walked into the designated ballroom and found their place cards among the tables. Everyone sat down and mingled upon themselves until the DJ picked up the microphone. “Can everyone please stand up as we welcome the newly-weds.”

Everyone shuffled and stood up out of their chairs.

“Introducing, The Chmerkovskiy’s.” Maks and Peta walked in arm and arm with Maks carrying Shai in the other. Everyone clapped and cheered as they moved to the center of the floor for their first dance. Maks handed Shai to his mom who was standing on the edge of the ballroom floor. He then took the hands of his wife and pulled her closer to him. They danced slowly in circles to the song, “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran. Shortly after, all other pairs were invited to join them on the floor.

Sharna felt a tap on her shoulder as everyone moved to the dancefloor. She turned around to see Val, “May I have this dance?” He put his hand out for her. She grinned at him and put her hand in his. He led her to the floor and put his arms on either side of her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They swayed back and forth as another Ed Sheeran song began to play. Val looked down at her as Sharna mouthed the words of the song, “Kiss me like you want to be loved.” She then snapped back into reality and look up at him.

“You’re kind good at this.”

“It’s almost as if I’m a professional dancer.” He smiled and laughed.

She bit her lip and looked down laughing.

“So Shar, no hot date tonight?”

“Not tonight. Not having any luck in that department lately.”

“You are most certainly not alone. That I can promise you.”

“I just don’t get it. You think you’re moving in the right direction with someone and then they just do something so stupid that it’s completely dumbfounding.”

“It seems like the world just has a plan and we are all puppets in the grand scheme of things. The right person will come along though.” “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Do you think I’ve met him before?” “What?’

“Well, I was talking to Peta, and she said maybe I’ve already met “my guy”, I just don’t know that it’s him. Same for you, maybe you’ve met your girl too.”

“I don’t know. It’s-”

Their conversation was interrupted by the DJ, “Ok everyone, how about you give that special someone a kiss.”

Sharna put her head down and Val put his to the side as they stood there swaying back and forth while everyone around them was kissing. They were hoping for the moment to pass when, the DJ spoke again, “Now come on, Ms. Maid of Honor and Mr. Best Man. I see you over there. Give each other a kiss.”

Val shook his head and Sharna mouthed “Were not together.” But they had caught everyone’s attention.

Before they knew it a chant had started amongst the crowd. “Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.”

They looked at each other trying to read signals through eachothers eyes. Val leaned in and gave her a quick and light kiss. But the DJ spoke again, “That is NOT a real kiss. Kiss her!!” Val looked to either side of him. Seeing who was watching and what the atmosphere was around them. Sharna whispered. “Just do it. It’s ok.”

He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her, but about halfway through the moment, something changed. Sharna kissed him back as his tongue entered her mouth. He brought his hand up to her cheek to control the tempo. There were cheers and screams and then the attention moved away from them. But they still stood their, lips intertwined. They broke apart and Val rested his forehead on hers. “Can I change my answer?”

“What?” “I think I’ve met her.”

“And i think I’ve met him.”

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cryinggameff · 8 years ago

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Fifty

Randi

We were days away from the wedding and it was getting more and more real. My anxiety levels were starting to go up to. In terms of planning everything was going great. My dress had gotten in a week ago, Cayden had his suit and the wedding bands had been adjusted as well. All that was good, but my emotions were all over the place.

I was getting ready in front of my mirror in the closet. Cayden came in while I was brushing my hair.

"You going out?" He asked.

"I'm going to the salon. Jada gon do my hair. Gotta get some tracks in my hair for the wedding."

"Aight. Well I gotta talk to you," he said. I looked at him through the mirror.

"Yes?" I said uneasily.

"So I gotta shipment coming in from Cali, and there's somethings that gotta be handled on that end." He said. I turned to look at him now. "So I wanna go down there and deal with it myself."

"When would you be back?" I asked.

"The day before the wedding..." he said. I shook my head desperately.

"No," I said.

"What you mean no?" He chuckled. I looked at him wondering how he could seriously be standing in front of me saying that right now and laughing when I said no.

"You want to leave me days before the wedding and go out of the state," I said, my eyes tearing up. "When you know I'm a wreck right now. I won't be able to keep it together without you. I'm about to loose my freaking mind. I need you here to keep me sane. I can't even believe you're seriously saying this to me-" I tripped over a sob.

"Ok,ok, nevermind, i won't go," he said, scared of my breakdown.

"Good," I sniffled.

"You good?" He asked, looking at me wearily.

"I get worked up," I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "You the only one who knows how to calm me down when my anxiety kicks in."

"I didn't know you was that stressed about it. I thought it was just nerves."

"I can keep it together when I see you because I am excited to be with you forever, but when you gone i get worked up about the idea of marriage," I explained.

"You just can't get enough of me huh?" He said.

"I really don't know why I like you," I mumbled, turning back to the mirror and wiping my tears. "You always making me cry."

"I feel bad, i didn't think you'd cry," he chuckled, coming to wrap his arms around my waist. He kissed my neck.

"Playing with my emotions and shit," I mumbled, reapplying my mascara that had started running.

The salon was honestly my pride and joy. When I walked in there and saw people getting their hair done, nails done, I felt accomplished. I believed all along it would be successful, but it was one thing to belive it then another to see it. It made all the investing of time and money worth it.

"Hey girl," Jada said when I walked through the door.

"Hi," I said, going to sit in her chair.

"How you doing baby?" She asked.

"I'm doing good," I nodded.

"Let's get you looking right now," she said, turning the chair around so that I was facing the mirror. I put my bag down. She took my hair out of the bun it was in and gave it a quick brush.

"I'm excited,"she said. "I've never been a bridesmaid before, and the dresses are beautiful." My girls were all wearing long, gold dresses that worked well with wedding decor of the church and the reception banquet as well.

"I couldn't have done any of it without you guys. You helped me find my dress and your dresses. I owe Jenny a lot too. She really made everything come together. I mean I'm paying her but I still feel like I owe her," I said.

"She's really nice," she agreed. She started cornrowing my hair. "Did you decide curly or straight hair?"

"Cay said curly," I laughed. "So curly I guess."

"Curly is sexy, I see why he likes it."

"I can do sexy," I said.

"Speaking of sexy. We found a club for you Bachelorette party. I requested VIP seating so it's unlimited drinks, plus strippers."

"I thought we decided we weren't gonna do all that," I said.

"No, you decided. I didn't say nothing," she laughed. I sighed.

"This should be interesting."

When I got home Cayden was by the door about to leave just as I stepped inside.

"I like your hair," he said, looking me over.

"Thanks. How long you going out for? We're going out for dinner with our parents remember."

"I know, I'll be back soon. I gotta go talk to Ty. I'm gonna have him handle California. Also I gotta see Pat real quick and make a business proposal to him."

"Proposal about what?" I asked.

"Im gonna ask him if he wants to be in charge of the other warehouse. At least when I'm not there. Because I can't be 2 places at the same time," he said. I nodded.

"I agree. Alright I'll see you later then. I'll find you something to wear for dinner," i offered. He nodded and left out of the door.

****2 days later****

"Last day before the wedding," Cay murmured in my neck. It was early in the morning and he was spooning me from behind.

"These 2 months went by really fast," i said.

"Because we both been so busy. Hopefully things will slow down once we're married."

"I can't believe I have to change all my legal documents, you know how tedious that is," I complained. He chuckled.

"It's just your drivers license and passport," he said.

"Ya but there's papers I gotta fill out," I whined.

"Fine. How about I get you a new bag to make up for it," he offered.

"That could work," I smiled.

"Alright then."

"What kind of married couple do you think we'll be?" I asked, turning around so we were face to face.

"Crazy, just like we are now."

"You're probably right," I laughed.

"I don't think that old school thing gon work in this house," he chuckled.

"I kinda like old school though. The man should lead his family and provide for them and the wife holds things together. But the wife tells him what to do of course, we just gotta let Yall think you making the decision," I said, running my fingers through his short curls. He chuckled.

"Thank god I found myself a smart one I guess," he said. I smiled.

"So what are you and the guys doing tonight. Going to a strip club? I'm being forced to go to some club, VIP and all." I asked.

"Ty got some party bus thing planned. Which I assume involves strippers. Really I'm not tryna stay out all night."

"Me either. I need sleep, I can't have bags under my eyes on my wedding day."

"Well let's enjoy the afternoon together at least before we gotta split up. We won't see each other again until your walking down the aisle."

"Jesus. You're right."

"Go get ready and I'll take you out," he offered. I pecked his lips then got up to get dressed.

China came to pick me up around 9 o'clock and took me back to our old place so we could get ready.

"I don't even know what I'm wearing tonight, I only brought a few things for tonight. Then the wedding stuff is at my parent's house," I said as we walked through the front door.

"I already have a dress picked out for you. It's a real thirst trap it's great," she said, excited.

"Oh lord," I sighed. "Well let me get a quick shower before I get all beat."

I went upstairs to my room to prepare for a shower.

The club was packed when we got there because it was a Friday night. We got to the VIP area and I spotted Jenny as well as Cole who I'd both invited.

"You look hot girl," Jenny said, giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, you look stunning too," I said. Cole came to hug me.

"I can't believe I'm going to be in your wedding tomorrow. You all grown up," he said, ruffling me hair.

"I know, look at me adulting," I laughed.

"Are you nervous or excited?" He asked, leading me towards the bar.

"Both," I said truthfully.

"A couple of shots will calm your nerves." He had a very mischievous grin on his face and I already knew I was in for a wild night.

"Lord, OK let's do it," I giggled, accepting the shots the bartender slid towards us. We shot down one, then another, and another. As Cole said, for a few hours I wasn't nervous because I'd forgotten all about it.

Cayden

Randi and I had spent the day together just chilling. I took her to the beach to eat and walk around together for a bit before we went our separate ways. I wanted to distract her because I didn't want her thinking too much and getting all worked up about tomorrow. To be honest deep down I was a bit scared she would dip on me tomorrow and leave me standing there, but I tried to push the thought out of my mind.

Before she left to go spend the night with her girls, I wanted to give her something.

"What is it?" She asked, sitting on the bed. I walked over to her and handed her the velvet box. She looked at me untrusting first. "It better not be overly expensive Cay, you already got me the ring."

"Just open it," I complained, sitting on the bed. She finally opened it and saw the pearl necklace inside.

"It's beautiful..."she said, in shock.

"It's from my mom really, she wore it on her wedding day, and so did her mom," I explained.

"I love it, and I'm honored your mom wanted me to have it. I'll wear it tomorrow." She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me tight. I rubbed her back.

"Im glad you like it," I smiled. I heard the banging at the door then.

"Damn, that's China," she sighed, "I have to go."

"Aight babe, have fun tonight," I encouraged with a chuckle.

"You, don't have too much fun," she narrowed her eyes at me as she removed her arms. "I know how your friends can be."

"I'll get home in one piece," I assured her.

"Good. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then..." she said, getting off the bed and grabbing her bag.

"Tomorrow," I nodded. She gave me a quick kiss before heading for the door.

The big, obnoxious party bus pulled up to the house about an hour after Randi left. Ty and a few of the guys were here but we were still waiting on some nights before we took off. We did some predrinking inside the house while we waited.

"I think all the niggas here, let's do this shit," he said.

We went outside and got inside the bus. The lights were dimmed, music was playing, and there was a thin layer of smoke. The bus was huge, fully decked with 3 stripper poles which were occupied by 3 ladies already.

"You tryna get me in trouble fam," I chuckled.

"Better enjoy it while you can," Pat said, handing me a very large blunt.

"We got that, we got some powder, whatever you feeling for," Sean, who had come down from Cali to be here, said. I shook my head.

"I don't do that no more, I'll stick to the natural stuff," I took a long drag.

The guys pulled out there stacks of bills and took to sticking them in the girls' panties and bras as the bus pulled out of the driveway and took to the streets. I was sitting in front of one of the poles, a Latina looking chick was dancing on it. She walked around the pole then made her way towards me.

"So your the man of the hour, im Draya" she smiled, nodding to her friends who also began to make their way over.

"Yes he is!" Ty hollered. "And I think he needs a lap dance to loosen him up." The other dudes whistled and cheered.

"Anything for you Papi," she said. The other two girls sat on either side of me, caressing my head and shit. Draya straddled me and suddenly her beasts were in my face. "What do you like Papi?" She asked. I cleared my throat.

"Umm-" but Pat cut me off.

"Just give him the whole deal," he said. She nodded and began to move her hips on me.

The lap dance was an interesting experience and I was glad when it was over. I hadn't enjoyed it like I used to because nothing felt right about it. The only person's boobs I'd had in my face for 2 years were Randi's. Yes I went to the strip club with my niggas once in a while, but I always turned down lap dances. The worst part was the dance still left me hard despite my best efforts. Draya was pretty but, not my type.

I decided to stick to my blunt and henny because that was all I needed to have fun. At some point somebody made lean as well which I had but sort of regretted because it really had me gone.

"Is this the last time we gon be kicking it like this?" Ty asked in all the noise.

"Hell nah cuh! I'm still gon be down with my niggas. Randi can't keep me from going out," I said confidently, even though it wasn't totally true.

"Fuck yeah," he took a hit from his blunt. "Was afraid you were gonna change up on me."

"We always go be family, even when things start changing."

"I appreciate that fam. I'm happy for you," he nodded and I nodded too.

I got into the house around 3 am. The guys were crashing in the spare rooms and I went upstairs to me and Randi's room. I took my clothes off and got in the bed with my boxers before grabbing my phone. I typed her name and her number came up so I pressed call. I wasn't even sure she was awake.

"Hey baby," she mumbled, sounding as smashed as me. I chuckled.

"Hey Lil mama," I said, my voice horse.

"Everyone made it home alive?" She asked.

"We all made it. How bout your crew?"

"China over did it, but she's okay now. She's laying beside me right now," she said with a yawn.

"I was just calling to check on you, you can sleep if you want," I said.

"No, I wanna talk to you."

"Alright then," I smiled.

"So, did you get a lap dance? Because I did and it was extremely awkward," she confessed.

"You had some niggas junk in your face?" I asked. I couldn't imagine.

"Yes, and it was truly disturbing," she giggled. "What happened to you?"

"I had an uncomfortable lap dance. Now nothing will ever compare to the pole dancing you did for me on my birthday," I chuckled remembering.

"I'm glad I could be the best at least," she yawned again.

"Go get some sleep." I told her.

"Wait," she said.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Nothing, I just didn't want you to hang up yet..." I grinned, I loved it when she was clingy for a nigga, it made me feel special.

"Its a big day tomorrow, you need some rest. I'll see you tomorrow baby, ," I assured her.

"See you tomorrow Cay," she made air kissing sounds.

"Thank you babe," I laughed.

"No problem."

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