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dragjunkie23 · 1 year ago

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Sam Winchester SFW Alphabet

Inspired by @ghostingssdeadlinee (some of these come from their SFW Alphabet so go check it out!!)

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A - Affectionate (How he shows affection)

In public, Sam does little things with you. He’d definitely hold your hand, have his arm around you when you sit in a both across from Dean, hold you a little close when walking with his arm around your waist, and small kisses like a quick peck on the lips and forehead he’ll do. In private, Sam is VERY affection. He loves having you in his arms, part of it is because he is afraid to let you go and he doesn’t want you to become another Jessica or Madison.

B - Behavior (How he behaves when he realizes he likes you)

He’s going to be SUPER awkward. He’ll stumble a little bit around you with his words and you may catch him staring at you while researching. He will eventually calm down a bit, but he will be super protective over you when he starts seeing you as a romantic interest rather than a friend, so he won’t be calm in that area.

C - Cuddles (does he cuddle)

You better believe this man LOVES cuddling with you. Not so much in public but in private, as I said, he LOVES having you in his arms. When you’re both researching, watching netflix or doing anything that involves a bit of downtime, you’ll probably sit in between his legs with your back pressed upon his chest while he rests his chin on your head a bit. In bed when going to sleep, you’re either little spoon or laying on his chest, his arms around you. There will be times where he’ll lay his head on your chest while you play with his hair if he needs to let his guard down a bit.

D - Dates (What are dates with him like)

Hunter life doesn’t allow for much of the traditional dates like getting dinner at a fancy place, but you and Sam make it work to have some one on one time. There will be days where you both get breakfast by yourselves while Dean goes somewhere else (or you go when he’s still asleep). Other dates can be bookstore/library dates where you and him do book swaps on what you recently read for him to look at and vice versa or movie dates. He’ll also take you out to places where you have a particular interest like the arcade if you like gaming. Overall, though, if it’s just cuddling with you and watching Netflix, he’ll take it. He just would love spending time with you.

E - Easy (Will he be easy to get along with)

Sam has that Winchester stubbornness we all know and love, but he’s not afraid to open up about how he feels, what he’s worried about, and overall just be vulnerable. He also will adjust to your needs as long as it doesn’t negatively affect him, and what I mean by that is if you are upset about something and he wants to know what’s wrong, if you don’t wanna talk about it but assure him that it has nothing to do with him, he’ll either give you a little space or just hug you if you’re okay with it. He will want to talk about it later at some point as he really does care about you and wants you to be happy. The open communication helps the both of you get along easily.

F - Fiancée (Will he put a ring on it)

It’s honestly difficult to get legally married to Sam because he’s…technically dead, in a legal aspect. Either way, he wouldn’t be opposed to having a nice little ceremony where Castiel officiates, Dean is the best man, Jack will be either a groomsman or the ring bearer, and a couple close friends or family that are around (depending on the season). It may not be legally recognized, but you and Sam will be married in a more spiritual sense.

G - Gentle (Is he a soft boy?)

Sam is 100% a soft boy. He’s the very definition of a gentle giant. He’ll be rough in *other* places if ya know what I mean 😉 But either way, he’ll be taking great care of you and always remind you of how much he loves you.

H - Hunting (Does he want a partner that hunts)

He wish he could be with someone that isn’t a hunter, but he knows that’s not possible. He needs someone who can defend themselves, fight hard, know the lore, etc. It would honestly save him from constantly worrying about you. Just be prepared for him to be a bit overprotective of you when you do hunt.

I - I Love You (When does he say it and how often)

Sam will say it maybe pretty early in the relationship. I always joke that he was a lesbian in another life but I think as time went on, the moment he felt something, he would want to say it as he doesn’t know what will happen next. He won’t force you to say it back if you aren’t sure yet. However, the moment you do say “I love you, too” you both will be saying it before leaving for hunts or when it’s time to go to bed.

J - Jealous (How jealous will he be)

Sam’s a bit on the overprotective side as stated earlier and that will show if a guy (or girl) is harassing you when you turned them down. He tries to deny that he’s jealous when those moments come, but you know damn well that he wants everyone to know you’re off limits.

K - Kissing

Sam’s not the type to make out heavily with you in public, but he will give you a quick kiss once in a while or a forehead kiss. When in private, though, be prepared to have some puffy lips later on because that man LOVES your lips on his. I won’t go into too much detail since this is a SFW alphabet.

L - Love Language

Since Sam is big on cuddles, it’s obvious he is huge on physical touch. However, words of affirmation is also a big one for him. He wants to remind you how much he loves you and how proud he is of you when you do well on hunts, mainly because he didn’t get a lot of that growing up. There can also come a time where either you or him are killed, so he’ll want to make sure that you know how much you mean to him.

M-Morning (What he’s like in the morning)

Sam’s an active guy so he’ll definitely be awake early in the morning to go on runs. If you’re also someone who enjoys runs, you’ll probably join him. If not, if you’re still asleep, he’ll give you a kiss on your head before leaving. After that, if it’s not a busy time, he’ll take you out to breakfast at a diner (with or without Dean).

N - Never (Something he will never do)

He will NEVER cheat on you. You are the only one he wants to be with and will fight tooth and nail to make the relationship work. He’ll always be faithful to you.

O - Open (How long will it take for him to open up to you)

Depending on the time, it may be a bit before he can open his heart to someone, mainly if Jessica’s death or Madison’s are still fresh in his mind. He may also have trouble trusting after his affair with Ruby. He’ll be too scared to either be betrayed again or that you’ll die in a horrible way. If you’re someone who already knows him really well like a childhood bestie, the trust part will be there 100%, but he’ll still be scared to even touch you when he realizes he’s in love with you.

P - Patient

I’m going to get into astrology real quick: we all know Sam is a Taurus, and even though they can be stubborn as all hell, they are known to be patient with those they love. Sam knows to not push things further until it gets to a certain point where it’s affecting the relationship. We see that with Dean where he won’t push an issue until they get to a point on where it can’t be ignored. On your end, do not be afraid to open up when it comes to Sam.

R - Romantic (Is he a hopeless romantic)

This is gonna depend on which time frame you meet him if you two don't already know each other. In the beginning, he was a bit more hopeful about and finding that special someone, but he also was scared to have another Jessica. As time went on, his views on love and romance began to get a bit more realistic. He knew that his best bet was to be with someone who knew about the hunting life and understood the risks. Nevertheless, he was always optimistic about finding a partner, and when he finds you, he'll definitely be showing you every day in some way how much he loves you.

S - Serious (How soon will he ask you to be in a serious relationship)

If you two just met, it may take around 2 to 3 months before he realizes he can trust you. Then he'll ask you to be his girlfriend or partner (for those who are non-binary or do not identify as a woman). If you two have known each other for a while, I think he'll ask you the same day or at least two weeks after he asks you out on a proper date.

T - Tricky (What will be the trickiest part about the relationship)

Both of you are hunters, meaning that danger is around every corner. One of you can die at any point right in front of the other, so the anxiety behind that is no help. He'll definitely be overprotective of you during hunts which can prove to be an issue especially when you have the upper hand. He'll be quite stubborn about it as well ("I can't have you die") but it'll be because he doesn't want to lose you.

U - Unique (What will make this relationship stand out)

Well you both got the hunting thing going, so that's pretty unique. Other than that, there definitely is a "power couple" vibe that will come off the both of you. You and him work wonderfully together and can easily take on the world as long as you have each other.

V - Vanity (Would Sam care about looks on his partner)

I think some aspects of Sam will be attracted to someone based on looks, but I also see him being attracted to someone overtime the more he got to know them. Once he starts falling in love with the soul, it's not gonna matter how the love of his life looks.

W - Worry (How much would he worry about you)

I think we just about covered that Sam is gonna worry about you every. single. second.

X - Xtra (Bonus Facts)

Sam will take interest in what your interests are, so don't be hiding any interests you have from him because he'll want to know more about it no matter what.

Y - Yuck (What gives him the ick)

Someone who is just plain rude to others and has no respect for his boundaries.

Z - Zzzz (Sleeping Habits)

You will most definitely be sleeping together cuddling. Nightmares will also be more infrequent (not completely gone but it wouldn't be as much of a problem if you were sleeping in his arms).

#sam winchester #supernatural #sam winchester fluff #beautiful #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester headcanon #sfw

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thisismeracing · 1 year ago

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komh thots

sir lewis carl davidson hamilton would officiate the union of his dear little sister and his co worker

they announce they're engaged and lewis is signing up to be an ordained minister, they cant stop him

in a similar vein, gina is making herself maid of honor and seb is making himself best man

one of my og thots was estie being best man but then i remembered the 5'9" 4x wdc german man and how he is one of mick's closest friends

i can see george william russell worming his way into being in the wedding party as a groomsman and him dragging carmen into the wedding party as well

and then we can have roscoe as ring bearer and angie as flower girl

WAIT LAURA MAGNUSSEN AS FLOWER GIRL ALONGSIDE ANGIE AND JACK WOLFF AS A FELLOW RING BEARER ALONGSIDE ROSCOE

half of the wedding party invited themselves in, but mickyn wouldnt have it any other way

because these are the people they love and they are happy that they are so adament on being part of their special day

☕

OMG OMG LARA JACK ROSCOE AND ANGIE 😭😭😭😭 the quartet we stan!

Lewis would def sign to be the official

Seb to best man, totally!!! Especially because he 1) helped lewis get the license to officiate the wedding and 2) helped mick with the proposal. He’s mick’s and lewis’ bestie and they def hang out whenever they can.

I have to add that I think mickyn would get married in secret though 👀 like, a small trip with just direct family, their parents, and siblings. It would be a small ceremony, maybe they rented a private beach because Yn always wanted to get married at the beach but she also wanted to do the whole church thing and you know how mick would do anything for her right? So he rented a portion of a beach Yn always talked about, and they spent a week there. It’s small, and intimate, everything party-related was either handmade by them or brought from locals. her dress was handmade by locals artisans too (corinna got everything ready and just surprised yn with it) and baby blue, it matched mick’s eyes and the water and sky behind them in the pictures. their families would spend a day after the ceremony and then fly back home leaving the two to enjoy a small honeymoon. once they get back home everyone is a bit sus because the whole hamilton and schumacher family went mia for a week, and then mick and yn show up all giddy (more than ever), and it's not hard to find, but only because they decide to tell their friends, and set an official date for the big party. It will take six months or so, they’ll get married in a church, following the rites, yn wearing a white dress, mick a tux, seb best man, jack, and laura bearing the rings, roscoe and angie with the flowers, charles will play the piano, he’ll probably gift them with a special composition, danny will have his camera around his neck all smiley and wavey registering some moments, and lando will play dj at the party. It will be HUGE as you can imagine, the whole grid, and people that work with them on a regular basis, even rihanna and asap rocky attended bc reader loves them and of course they wouldnt pass an invitation from the hamiltons (now a schumacher-hamilton)

I guess I got carried away 🤭 but yeah now you got me thinking about mickyn wedding and I- 😩😵‍💫🥹

#komh #hamilton!reader #millies inbox #☕️ anon #ms47 #thots #mick schumacher #f1 x reader

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onegianthotmess · 6 months ago

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Went from wedding to children/family headcanons a bit, so it’s kind of a long one, guys-

Leona and Morel would probably have an intimate wedding without all of the buzz royal weddings usually generate. Close friends and family would be invited and maybe a few family friends, too.

Leona finds those big royal affairs exhausting and Morel is uncomfortable with the idea of her wedding being a massive political and public event rather than a day to celebrate the love she and Leona share.

So parents would be there, Mrs. Rosehearts excluded because she doesn’t really approve of Leona because of his laziness nor was she really invited. Falena and his family would be there, of course, and Cheka would probably be the ring bearer. Of course Riddle and Rayne would be there since Morel couldn’t imagine her wedding without two of her favorite people. And friends like Yvette, Jack, Vil, Jamil, and their significant others would also be there. And before anyone says I forgot him, Ruggie would most likely be Leona’s best man and his two siblings would also be there (Ruggie is definitely the oldest of triplets).

After the ceremony and pictures, Cheka would likely be sent home so the reception could be more of an adult event and so Cheka wouldn’t see or hear things that he shouldn’t since he is young. The night would be very fun, lots of music and dancing and a bit of alcohol because what’s a wedding without alcohol?

I imagine Leona and Morel would spend a bit of time with their friends and family for a couple of days before they went on their honeymoon. They’d probably go to a couple different places, I mainly see them spending two weeks in a secluded beach house on the shore of the Coral Sea, and then possibly travel around to different markets in the Shaftlands and the Scalding Sands for a week and a half, and to finish off their honeymoon, they’d probably secretly spend the rest of their honeymoon time at the hot spring spa that used to be known as an elephant graveyard and a no man’s land.

The whole ordeal would probably be a month long of just enjoying each other’s company and spending time together for Morel and Leona before they’d have to go back to work.

And, since Morel would become a princess upon marrying Leona, she’d have a few royal duties to fulfill and get used to. Leona is happy to help with these things because it’s an excuse to constantly be with the woman he’d denied loving for so long for some fucking reason (he’s a tsundere).

They’d probably have their first child fairly early within their marriage, with Morel getting pregnant on their honeymoon and finding out two months later. It was definitely a surprise but a welcome one.

Morel would give birth to their daughter prematurely, at about 34 weeks pregnant. Surprisingly quite a healthy preemie, though she was still small and would have it worse than most cubs when she would eventually get sick later in life. She’d be a cute little beastman, with white hair and vitiligo and very pink cheeks. Probably has Leona’s eyes, only they’re a bit on the blue side of green, and mean mugs you if you wake her up from her nap like him, too. Naming was definitely a bit of a bump in the road, but eventually it was decided that her name would be Gardenia Kingscholar.

Sweetest little baby ever, even with her mean mug and the fact that she loves to gnaw on her daddy’s ears. She also gets confused on why her mama doesn’t have ears like her and her daddy. She loves playing with her cousin Cheka and she thinks it’s funny to pull Uncle Falena’s hair. Uncle Riddle and Auntie Rayne are really fun to play games with, but Uncle Ruggie is definitely her favorite babysitter and bonus points if his brother and sister tag along, too.

When Gardenia was about eleven, her twin baby brothers, Karim and Leilani, were born. They have lighter skin than Leona and have his dark brown hair and emerald eye color, but their eyes are wide in shape like Morel’s and Karim has regular human ears and no tail but has lion mannerisms and characteristics like slit pupils and fangs while Leilani has ears and a tail like Leona. Other than the ears and tail, the twins are identical and could very easily switch places.

The twins are complete mama’s boys and have been since birth. They’re really sneaky and are quite mischievous, kind of like Merida’s brothers from the movie Brave. Much like their mother and sister, both Karim and Leilani have very big sweet tooths and will do almost anything if it means they get a sweet treat, but they will up the price if they’re being asked for a big favor (they learned this from Uncle Ruggie). Karim can bargain his way out of almost anything while Leilani is more so on the sneaky side of getting things and can swipe almost anything without getting caught. But both boys will always fold if they got caught by Morel because, again, they’re mama’s boys who are practically physically incapable of pulling any stunts on their precious mother.

Leona and Morel do take a tiny bit to get used to parenting, but they, like most parents, find it gets a lot easier with time. Leona kind of feels like fate cheated him because he got one daddy’s girl while Morel got two mama’s boys who make him jealous of getting Morel’s attention but he still loves his boys very much. Though their children are chaotic to an extent, Leona and Morel wouldn’t change a thing because they’re living a comfortable life with their beautiful children and spending their days with their respective love of their life.

(Don’t you worry those pretty little heads, my fellow hyperfixators! I’ll be making profiles of the children at some point!)

#twst #twst oc #canon x oc #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #morel rosehearts

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 6 months ago

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Wedding ask game + Campbell and Derek?

Who first brought up the option of marriage? Was it an easy topic?

Derek brings it up first! They both want to but the logistics, what it means for their careers, and figuring out timing is hard to navigate

Which one proposed? Was it grand and public? Discreet and private? Was it expected?

Derek proposed. Bell knows he's going to propose but doesn't know exactly when it'll happen. It's either just the two of them, around the rest of the BAU, or one of them gets injured on the field and Derek half proposes in the ambulance

Show us their engagement and/or wedding rings!

one of these!

Did they plan the wedding by themselves, with help, or with a professional planner?

They plan it with some help from the BAU – like JJ and Will, it's very simple, just the team in Rossi's backyard, he cooks, either Reid gets ordained or Gideon does and shows up to surprise them, not sure what season it happens in so idk who all is there but everyone else helps with decorations and JJ, Rossi, and Hotch go dress shopping (Rossi and Hotch argue over paying for the dress)

Was the planning and time up til the wedding stressful?

Time up til the wedding was stressful because of cases and their lives are always stressful, but nothing about the wedding was. Penelope is in charge of keeping all of the plans organized so once everything is figured out it's only a matter of waiting until things settle down enough to have the wedding and then she just pulls out all of the plans, sends the jet to pick up Derek's family, and they're good to go

Who were the first people to find out about the engagement? How did they react?

the team, if they aren't there when Derek proposes then Hotch finds out first, otherwise they're all there. Hotch pretends he's not crying, Penelope is very much crying, it's just sweet and lots of hugs and everyone is very happy for them

Who are the maids of honour and/or best men? Why and how were they chosen?

They fight the most over Reid tbh. In the end since the entire guest list is just the team + Derek's family + Jack, they don't end up having wedding parties, just Jack as the ring bearer and Henry as the flower boy (he insists, he likes the flowers more than the rings)

Was there any drama whatsoever regarding the guest list?

Not at all, they have all the same friends

Show us a mood/stimboard of their wedding’s general aesthetic.

Do they get married through court? Church? Third secret option?

Third secret option – they file the paperwork at city hall and then have their ceremony performed by either Reid or Gideon (neither are particularly religious but whoever does the ceremony likely gets ordained because that matters more to Derek's family)

When do they get married? Night or day? Any specific reason for either?

Night, mostly just because they agree that they like it better but also because given their lives, it's easier to get married at night because they're less likely to get called in to work

Do either of them play music while walking down the aisle (if they do at all)? If yes, show us their song.

Yes, this string cover of Take Me To Church for Bell (or the whole thing, it's not exactly a long processional

Show us their outfits!

Do they follow any familiar, cultural, and/or religious traditions at any point of the wedding?

I don't think so

Who was the ringbearer?

Jack Hotchner

Who married them?

Either Reid or Gideon

Show us their vows. Did either of them tear up at them?

(I don't have them written but yes they both tear up)

Did anyone oppose the marriage? Did they speak then, or did they just forever hold their peace?

Nope, at least not anyone who was there

What was the ceremony like? Any highlights?

It was very fun, it was outside in the snow (with a lot of space heaters), at some point Jack and Henry start making snow angels in their little wedding suits so they relocate inside. Highlights include Reid calling Bell his sister and Penelope getting wasted and giving a speech about how she always wanted to hate Bell and be jealous of her but she just loves her so much, also Reid and Morgan just being silly and adorable

Did anyone pass out from a food/alcohol coma?

No alcohol comas but Penelope did get very drunk, lots of food comas because Rossi prepared a whole Italian feast

Do they have a honeymoon? Where to? How soon after?

They keep trying and not being able to because of work but eventually have a honeymoon at a cabin they rent that they fall absolutely in love with

Do they renew their vows? Remarry, even?

I don't think so!

If the couple could describe their wedding in a sentence, how would they?

TBD

If you could describe their wedding in a sentence, how would you?

Familial

#answered #ask #manyfandomocs #campbell hotchner #about campbell #campbell x derek #game: wedding questions

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saralayne · 1 year ago

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This Love ~ Part 11 🩵💜

Rehearsal, For The Rest Of Our Lives

Tim And Lucy’s rehearsal dinner the night before their wedding.

Tim thought some dynamics of a traditional wedding were mind boggling. Him and Isabel didn’t have a normal wedding adhering to all the traditions. Now, he understood most of the traditional values of weddings. But the rehearsal dinner. That seemed something they didn’t need. Tim, did not in any way need to “rehearse” marrying the love of his life. At first he fought this. In the end all he wanted to do was make Lucy happy. That’s all that mattered to him. He eventually understood that Lucy had dreamt of this special day since she was a little girl. Unlike Tim, she wouldn’t be getting a redo. Now, Tim never regretted marrying Isabel. He really did love her. They had a whirlwind romance. They fell in love. They just wanted to be married before Isabel started her UC journey. So, a planned wedding wasn’t a part of their plan. Lucy was different. Their love story was so much unlike his first marriage. Their love was so much more. They had taken their time. Way to much time if you ask their Wilshire family. They did everything the right way. Not getting physical right away. Went on dates. Eventually, their relationship had a natural progression. Now, after they did get physical. They couldn’t get enough of each other. Never wanting to be apart from one another. It wasn’t long before Tim was spending most nights at Lucy’s. This was a different love for Tim. Not to take away what he felt in his first marriage but Lucy was the love of his life. So if she wanted to do all the traditions for their wedding, he would never take that away from her.

The day before the rehearsal dinner. Lucy had noticed her fiancés lack of enthusiasm for it. It was making Lucy insecure. Was he getting cold feet? Since they were getting married in the park beside the food truck. The rehearsal dinner was going to be held at the Lopez-Evers residence, in their backyard. Lucy had just wanted a casual barbecue as the wedding was going to catered with all the trimmings. A good ol fashion barbecue. Tim was at least thankful she wasn’t going overboard with this dinner. As Tim And Lucy were having some downtime together. Snuggling on the couch. Tim felt a shockwave hit him as Lucy spoke.

“Tim. Be honest. Your not getting cold feet, are you?

“WHAT!?! Luce where is this coming from?”

“I just see that you aren’t very enthusiastic the last couple days as we planned the rehearsal barbecue and it’s leaving me feeling insecure”

“Baby. No. Not for a second am I getting cold feet. Sweetheart, I can’t wait to marry you. For you to be my wife. I have never been more sure of anything in my life. It’s just…”

“Just what, Tim?”

“The rehearsal dinner seems silly to me. I don’t need to rehearse marrying you. The wedding is all I need to show you that you are my one true love. I can do that blindfolded. I know it’s part of the tradition of weddings. I’m so sorry, baby. Don’t think for one second that I have any doubts because I never have and I never will. I have wanted to marry you for so damn long. I know how much these traditions mean to you. I’m good, I promise. I’m truly sorry if I made you doubt anything”

“Ok. I know. It’s not your thing. That’s why I wanted to keep it casual with just a normal barbecue with our family. It just really means a lot to me to honour the traditions as much as possible. Thank you for respecting that”

“Oh, baby. I will always respect you in every way. I’m fully on board, I promise”

Guests:

Lucy & Tim (Bride and Groom)

Tamara (MOH)

Angela (Best Woman)

Jack (Ring Bearer)

Lily (Flower Girl)

Wade (Stand in father for Lucy)

Wes (Master of Ceremony)

Genny & Tim’s Nephews

Nyla & James

Nolan & Bailey

Luna

Aaron

Celina

The next day everyone had gathered at Angela and Wesley’s home for the rehearsal barbecue. Since Grey was walking Lucy down the aisle they had asked Wesley to perform the ceremony. He was one of Tim’s best friends through Angela but never the less the two men had become very close over the years. Wes was a lawyer, so it was nothing for him to be ordained and also able to be a witness for their marriage license. Angela and Nyla had decorated the backyard so nicely. Balloons and a big board full of pictures of both Tim and Lucy. Since they had all witnesses the proposal. Angela was able to capture the moment on her phone and that picture was front the center on their wedding board.

Everyone enjoyed the evening. Starting with all the barbecue fixings. Hamburgers, hotdogs, potato salad and drinks, of course. Then came the reason they were all there for. Wes asked everyone to take their positions. Tim at the altar with Angela by his side. Wes front and center beside Tim. Lily walked down spreading flowers down the make shift aisle. With Patrice, Jack came holding a small pillow where the rings will be placed. Then came Tamara to stand beside her mom. As she walked down the aisle gave her dad a wink and smile. Tim had a tear escape his eye so proud of his now daughter. Next came Wade with the bride, Lucy walking towards the altar. Even though Tim was skeptical about this rehearsal dinner. Him being able to see his bride walk towards him twice gave him literal butterflies. She looked beautiful like she always does. His only thought was how in the world would he be able to control himself when she walked towards him in her dress. He knew without seeing it, she was going to look absolutely gorgeous. Wes went through the traditional parts of the ceremony. Tim and Lucy wanted to save their vows until the wedding. They rehearsed the “I do’s”. Tim planted a passionate kiss well before Wes was able to get out “you may now kiss your bride” Everyone began to roar. Tim Bradford was something no one could of ever imagined. A love sick man. Deeply in love with Lucy Chen. She is and had been for a long time, his forever.

As the night winded down. Tim was going to honour Lucy’s traditional wishes. They would spend the night apart. Lucy and Tamara would spend the night at home. Tim was going to spend the night at Angela and Wes’s. Tim drove his bride to be and daughter home where he was also going to pick up his tux to bring back with him. At the apartment. He grabbed his tux and said his “goodbyes”. First saying goodnight to his daughter. “Keep your mom in line” he said with a smirk. “It’s a big day tomorrow” adding Tim. “No promises, Dad” replying Tamara. “You two are nothing but trouble. I love you kiddo and I can’t wait to see you in your beautiful maid of honour dress tomorrow” whispered Tim. “I love you, dad. Get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow.” laughing Tamara. Tamara went to her room to give her mom and dad a moment together for the last time before they become husband and wife. Tim cupped Lucy’s face. “Alright. My beautiful bride. Time for me to go. I love you so much and next time I see you I will see you in your gorgeous dress. I can’t wait to marry you, my love” whispering Tim. “I love you so much, handsome. Thank you for choosing me. I’m the luckiest girl in the world that I get to become a Bradford tomorrow. Us four will be a official family tomorrow” Lucy softly added. “Baby, we are already a family but you will become a Bradford tomorrow and nothing in this world makes me happier thinking of that moment. I love you, sweetheart. See you tomorrow” giving Lucy a long, passionate kiss as he opened the door and left for Angela’s.

Tomorrow Lucy will become Lucy Bradford. She was finally going to have her magical moment with the man of her dreams. She never thought she could love anyone the way she loves Tim Bradford. Their perfect family was going to be honoured tomorrow. Lucy, Tim, Tamara and Kojo. With hopefully baby Bradford’s to come.

Up Next: The Wedding

#fanfic #chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #angela lopez #wesley evers #tamara collins #wade grey #rehearsal dinner #engagement #in love #best friends #family #father daughter relationship #fluff

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callmemana · 2 years ago

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Whiskey Bottles & Wild Flowers: Meet Busch & Jack:

The first couple of years that Beau and Katherine was married, they were just starting to think about children. To practice for a baby, they decided to get a little Golden Retriever.

It took a few days after they brought him home for the puppy to get a name, Busch. Beau & Katherine still laugh about how he got his name.

Then, seeing that Busch was lonely and needed a friend, they got another one and named him Jack. The dogs helped keep each other company and helped herd the cows when the newly wed couple needed it.

As the couple celebrated their second anniversary, the topic of children came up again, and they started trying. When Katherine was in the early stages of pregnancy, it was actually the dogs that gave her the idea that she might be.

Busch and Jack would follow her around and protect her everyday. At first, Katherine thought that maybe the dogs were sick, then after weeks of the behavior, it finally clicked.

Dogs can smell things that people can’t, maybe they can tell if the hormones in her body changed. So, Katherine took a pregnancy test and when it came back positive, she hugged the dogs and all three ran to tell Beau the good news!

When they took the newborn TK home for the first time, the dogs raced to see their owners and tiny human. Beau gently set the carrier on the floor and whispered an ‘easy’ to the dogs before they came up and sniffed the baby.

Busch and Jack smelled the new addition to the family before Beau called them away and fed them. It was the start of an amazing friendship that would be continued as Baylie and a couple months later Amanda were born.

Busch & Jack were there for all of the big moments in their owners’ life. Busch was the one to get TK to walk for the first time, and later helped Baylie and Amanda.

Jack was an accomplice in one of TK’s first pranks on his sisters. Baylie’s first word was ‘Bus’ after he had taken her cheese stick. When Amanda rolled over the first time, it was because Jack had heard the command.

As the children grew into teenagers and experienced first days of junior high, high school, getting bullied, and heart break, Busch and Jack were there again for snuggles and kisses (for the girls), and rough housing and playing catch (for TK).

Busch and Jack were especially there for Amanda when Leo hurt her all those time when they were young. It broke her parents’ heart having to hear all of those things that their daughter said to the dogs. Duckie would join in on the snuggling and conversation too, but most of the time it was just the three of them.

Baylie would have the dogs join her when she did her chores around the land or when she rode her horse, Moon, on the trail. As the years went by and new people came into their lives, Busch and Jack became her confidants in her confusing feelings about Leo’s fellow aviator and pilot.

Baylie really struggled with what to do with the attraction she had for him, but in the end, it was those cute puppy-dog eyes from Jack that Baylie finally just said ‘fuck it’ and took the initiative and kissed Pretty Boy. Afterwards, when the shock wore off, she ran home and told Jack all about it!

TK & Chloe both agreed that both dogs would be in the wedding. Busch as the ring bearer, and Jack as the ‘Best Dog’, which took a lot of convincing to Chloe when it first came to light. Those same puppy-dog eyes worked on TK when he and Chloe had their first big fight.

TK had just stormed into the house and to him room. Jack, sensing his mood, followed behind closely, and laid in front of TK’s bedroom door until TK had enough of the whining and let him in, Busch not too far behind for the cuddles he would receive.

Like his sisters, TK told the dogs his problems and his feelings on them and the dogs listened to him. Once Jack answered TK’s “What should I do Jack? I love her,” with his own, “tell her you’re sorry idiot!”

So, TK shot out of bed and ran to the store to get Chloe’s favorite flowers and candies. When TK came home later, he thanked Busch & Jack with treats and pets.

When Leo came back to his home with his friend, Busch & Jack stayed by the Girl’s all the time, protecting them. Busch & Jack knew that the yellow haired boy human had hurt the yellow haired girl human that the dogs lived with.

He also knew that the boy, new one with brunet hair, was bad news for the brunette girl, he also lived with. The dogs teamed up and made sure that the two groups never were alone, which became hard when the other humans started to meddle in their plans.

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It Blursday!! 🖤💜

WE’RE TAKING THE SQUADDIES TO EISENGARD!

You don’t have to fill all the roles, and they don’t all have to be from the same WIP, but who’s:

the Ring-bearer, entrusted with carrying the One Ring (bonus: funniest instance they use it to nope right out of reality)

the “Sam”, armed with a frying pan and a wizard of potatoes

Sean Bean, who dies in every movie — falls victim to their own hubris

totally crushing on Arwen and has a really cool sword

AND MY AXE

AND MY GLOCK BOW

Merry and Pippin the “package deal”, very concerned about missing second breakfast

the dude with a sick staff and a concerning amount of explosives, may or may not be an actual wizard

— @outpost51

Thanks to Korblez and outpost51 for the ask! I will preface this by saying I am almost entirely fandom-blind to LOTR, so take the Caroline crew's usage in this ask with a handful of salt:

Kat would be the ring-bearer (she has to be, right? she's the MC!) She'd definitely use the Ring to nope out of landing on the Moon for the first time. Let's just say Harry's descent piloting into Aristarchus City isn't the smoothest of rides...

Harris 'Harry' would definitely be the Sam of the crew. He's a much better cook than he is a programmer, fiercely dependable and loyal to a fault. Not to mentionn the fact that he is easily the loudest and funniest character on the ship (at least by his standards)

Harry would probably also count for falling victim to his own hubris. Most of his jokes land about as well as the Caroline does when's he's at the controls, not to mention the sheer amount of moronic schemes he cooks up and subsequently fails at.

Let's be real, half the ship would crush on Arwen. I think EVA specialist Jetta and the Caroline's commander, Jacqueline 'Jack', would be the most likely candidates to do something about it, though. Harry's too goofy and Sora's too nervous.

Sora and Kaz would be the package deal: they have a funny sort of 'big-sibling-little-sibling' relationship, considering Kaz is fifteen years older than Sora and a former 'official' JAXA astronaut, as well as the only member of the crew who's been to Mars. They'd look up to Kaz and probably support his whimsical romantic mumbling when nobody else does.

Stanislaus 'Stan' is without a doubt the group's resident wizard. He's gruff, Russian, the eldest of the crew and he literally maintains a nuclear fusion reactor. Rumour has it, he came out of the womb with the 'heavy elements' section of the periodic table embedded in his DNA.

#writeblr #blorbo blursday #wip: white sky

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papermoonloveslucy · 2 years ago

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KIDZ!

The Young People of the Lucyverse ~ Part 3

W.C. Fields famously warned performers never to work with children or animals. Luckily for us, Lucille Ball consistently disregarded his advice. Here’s a look at some of the young performers and characters of the Lucyverse.

“Lucy and the Drive-In Movie” (1969) ~ Jackie Berry is a married friend of Kim’s who has a newborn named Wendy. Her husband is said to be in the service. Jackie Berry uses her married name for the character. She ws the real-life wife of Ken Berry from 1960 to 1972, an actor championed by Lucille Ball.

“Lucy and Jack Benny’s Biography” (1970) ~ Lucy plays Jack’s mother and Michael Barbera plays Benny as a boy. Barbera was a child actor who was 12 years old at the time of filming. He accrued 18 screen credits before leaving the industry.

“Lucy Cuts Vincent’s Price” (1970) ~ Lucy says she previously talked on the phone to Mrs. Vincent Price when arranging entertainment for a big party the Price’s threw. In 1970, Vincent Price was married to costume designer Mary Grant (inset photo), although her name is never mentioned here. Making small talk on the telephone, Lucy asks about Little Vicki. This is a reference to the Price’s 8 year-old daughter, Victoria. Although Lucy visits their home, both characters remain off-screen.

“Lucy the Laundress” (1970) ~ Lucy smashes into a laundry truck. In order to pay for the repairs, she has to go to work at the laundry and encounters the owner’s two daughters Sue Chin Wong (left) and Linda Change Wong (right). Linda is played by Rosalind Chao who makes her screen debut with this episode. She created the role of Soon-Ye Klinger on “M*A*S*H” and “After M*A*S*H” but is perhaps best known for playing Keiko O'Brien on “Star Trek: The Next Generation” and “Deep Space Nine.” During that series she also filmed The Joy Luck Club. More recent credits include “Blackish,” “This is Us,” and “The Catch.” Heather Lee (Sue Chin Wong) makes her screen appearance in this episode. When Lucy meets the sisters, she greets them in an exaggerated and condescending Chinese accent. The girls look horrified and answer back in voices totally devoid of any Asian influence. To further the humor of Lucy’s backward thinking, the girls are eating hamburgers with ketchup, a typical American-style meal.

“Lucy and Ma Parker” (1970) ~ A criminal mastermind (Carole Cook) enlists two little people (Jerry Marin and Billy Curtis) to play her ‘children’. Milton (Marin) is dressed as ‘Little Mildred’ in the style of child star Shirley Temple. Curtis plays Herman Golab, who is dressed as Buster Brown.

“Lucy and the Italian Bombshell” (1971) ~ Harry’s former flame Donna Colucci (Kaye Ballard) is married and has a large brood of children: Ricardo, Anna Maria, Louisa, Luigi, Vincenzo, Dino, Lucrezia, Alfredo Jr., Margarito, Bruno, Rosa, and Frederico - all of whom appear uncredited.

“Lucy and Donny Osmond” (1972) ~ Lucy takes her pre-teen niece Patricia (Eve Plumb) to see her favorite singer, Donny Osmond. Plumb is probably best known as the middle daughter, Jan, on TV’s “The Brady Bunch” (1969-74). She filmed this episode simultaneously with “The Brady Bunch” which aired Friday nights on ABC. This is her only time acting with Lucille Ball. Coincidentally, Desi Arnaz Jr. made a guest-appearance on “The Brady Bunch” in 1970 where he was the ‘dream date’ of Jan’s sister Marcia (Maureen McCormick).

“Lucy and Her Prince Charming” (1972) ~ Harry hastily arranges a home wedding ceremony for Lucy and a Prince (Ricardo Montalban) - including a flower girl and a ring bearer - played by two uncredited young actors.

Mame (1974) ~ Lucille Ball plays Auntie Mame to orphaned Patrick Dennis, played by Bruce Dern as a child.

“Life With Lucy” (1986) ~ Lucy Barker and Curtis McGibbon (Gale Gordon) are grandparents to Becky and Kevin McGibbon. Becky is played by Jenny Lewis. Ten year-old Lewis appeared in all 13 episodes, only 8 of which were aired.

“Yes, Lucy was a bit rough around the edges, and yes, she constantly smoked cigarettes on the set. She would pull her face back with tape, sort of like a cheap face-lift.“ ~ JENNY LEWIS

Philip Amelio (Kevin McGibbon) made his screen debut on “Life With Lucy” at the age of 10. He played Stephen Baldwin’s younger self in the film Born on the Fourth of July (1989). He gave up acting by his early teensPhilip died in 2005 at the age of 27 due to a mis-diagnosed bacterial infection.

Kelli Martin (right) played Becky’s friend Patty in two episodes of the series. Born in 1975, she made her acting debut at age 7 and went on to be seen as an Emmy-nominated regular on “Life Goes On” (1989-93) and “Christy” (1994-95) in which she played the title character.

BONUS KIDZ!

“Lucy the Diamond Cutter” (1970) ~ German diamond cutter Gustav (Wally Cox) calls Kim and Craig “the Katzenjammer Kids.” The Katzenjammer Kids was a comic strip created by German immigrant Rudolph Dirks which appeared from 1897 to 2006. The strip featured twins Hans and Fritz, who rebelled against authority.

“Lucy and the Generation Gap” (1969) ~ In the final sequence of the musical episode set in outer space, the Carters sing “Kids” a song written by Lee Adams and Charles Strouse for the 1960 Broadway musical Bye Bye Birdie. The musical was filmed in 1963. This song is originally about the generation gap, so it requires the least lyrical changes. It was sung on stage and screen by Paul Lynde, playing the father of free-thinking kids obsessed with an Elvis-like rock and roll singer.

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pasque-flowers · 2 years ago

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1-50 right the fuck now! 😈wanna know all the details about you

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1. do you have a crush on anyone? Yeah, my boyfriend (and zendaya)

2. what’s your favorite candy? I’m more chips kind of gal and salty snacks but I love anything with caramel and strawberry flavor

3. favorite love song? Mac de Marco “together” or “wanna be yours” by arctic monkeys

4. what was your first kiss like? I don’t even remember it so I guess no fireworks

5. what was your last kiss like? Full of affection and care

6. sexual/romantic orientation? Bisexual, but heteroromantic

7. do you prefer poems or love letters? Love letters seem more authentic to me, less “made to sound good”

8. favorite fanfic trope? Idk I don’t read fanfics but I love hopeless romantic stories based in 18th century or so

9. have you ever been in love? Yes, I am still

10. favorite milkshake flavor? Strawberry or peanut butter

11. dinner dates or brunch dates? Dinner!!!! But brunch dates are cute too

12. favorite flowers? Pink roses, lilies, daisies and other wild flowers

13. favorite perfume/cologne? YSL „black opium”, Viktor&rolf „Bon bon” or Cacharel „Yes i am”

14. favorite candle scent? Vanilla, jasmine or something clean

15. what’s your ideal first date? With the right person, first of all. Dinner, drinks, making out to steamy music

16. favorite love story? “Pride and prejudice”, “little women” and all of that

17. what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear? A tuxedo, rings or birthday suit

18. chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet? Red velvet

19. snow, rain, or sun? Sun!!!

20. sweetest romantic memory? Hmm there are so many, every little surprise I get from my boyfriend is romantic. Him making me coffe everyday, dancing with me, doing silly things, comforting me when I cry. The last anniversary was very romantic I think

21. favorite dating sim (and favorite character)? Wait what??

22. fictional crushes? Edward Scissorhands, jack Sparrow, raven from teen titans, billy from stranger things

23. what’s your dream wedding like? Lots of candles and flowers, a harp of violin, wearing baby pink dress and having a dog to be a ring bearer+ obvi my bf as a future husband

24. what makes you blush? Compliments, being bossy with me and orgasms

25. do you believe in love at first sight?I do, I’m pretty sure I’ve experienced it

26. do you believe in soulmates? I do!! But I believe we have more than one

27. denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets? Leather (but only artificial!! Hurting animals is not acceptable) or denim

28. what’s your sign? Gemini

29. are you single? No

30. do you prefer to charm, or be charmed? To charm, I don’t have to do much to be fair, but I like both

31. guitar or piano? Piano

32. favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)? Ohhh god so many of them: pride and prejudice, notting hill, Bridget jones diary, 500 days of summer, atonement, how to loose a guy in 10 days, so many of them I can’t count

33. do you fall in love easily? I used to think I did, but now I’m not sure if I ever loved someone before my boyfriend came along

34. valentine's decorations: yay or nay? Yay if not tacky

35. would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal? I’d prefer to be proposed to and have my moment ahaha. Definitely nowhere public, maybe on holidays with some amazing view? And the stone on the ring MUST BE PINK

36. cloud gazing or star gazing? Star gazing definitely

37. do you like to dance? I love love love dancing

38. what’s your OTP? That’s a hard one…. Hm… I guess Lexi and rue in euphoria

39. kittens or puppies? Both!!!

40. coffee, hot chocolate, or tea? Tea, always

41. favorite soda? Sprite I guess (but with jagermeister lol)

42. do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa? Laying dramatically and cry to sad songs

43. favorite ABBA song? S.O.S, voule-vous (excuse my French), money money, gimme gimme, the winner takes it all

44. fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice) YOU DIDNT NAME ANY

45. favorite pajamas? My bfs t shirt and his boxers or a sexy nightshirt👼🏻

46. favorite liquor? White wine, jagermeister

47. do you think about love a lot? I do

48. a walk in the park or a walk on the beach? On a beach with a sunset

49. hand kisses or nose kisses? BOTH, but forehand kisses are superior (or neck kisses if ya nasty)

50. what’s your dreamhouse? With a big garden and flowers, a bit modern but not too much, big windows high ceilings, fireplace, mirror on a ceiling in a bedroom, would love some colors in pastel and some accents, lots of posters and art

GOD MY THUMBS HURT

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blowflyfag · 11 months ago

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Pro Wrestling Illustrated: October 1993

the steel cage

By Chris Bernucca

HIT THE ROAD, JACK. You have to wonder how someone with as little common sense as Jack Tunney has ascended to the position of WWF president. The man doesn’t have a clue.

There he was again at the “King Of The Ring” pay-per-view event, congratulating Yokozuna for winning the WWF World title, handing out hosannas as if he were an ordained minister, looking entirely the part of the sport’s biggest jackass. You almost expected him to mug for the camera and say, “Hi, Mom!”

I don’t have a problem with Tunney congratulating the winner of the federation’s most coveted prize. That occurs in all sports, usually in a champagne-soaked locker room. I don’t have a problem with him praising Yokozuna for winning the title. Either. As far as I'm concerned, everyday without Hulk Hogan wearing the championship belt is a good one.

But Tunney has become the federation’s poltergeist. He continues to mystify both WWF wrestlers and fans with his occasional sightings and frequent disappearances. And by offering his hand to the new WWF World champion, he was condoning the rulebreaking tactics employed by Yokozuna and his ever-growing entourage.

Apparently, the newest member of Yokozuna’s flock, which already includes manager Mr. Fuji and a pair of rotating geisha girls, is a Japanese shutterbug who takes hotter pictures than the photographers at Playboy. Fuji had climbed upon the ring apron to torment Hogan, and the photographer also scaled the apron, presumably to get a closeup of the confrontation between the men. Instead the photographer turned to Hogan and shot him with a fireball from his camera. The ”Hulkster” became easy prey for Yokozuna, losing by pinfall.

[The WrestleMania IX match that saw Bret Hart lose his belt to Yokozuna, who lost it to Hulk Hogan minutes later, is a tribute to Tunney’s ineptitude.]

Hogan suffered temporary blindness, which is slightly different than Tunney’s powers of vision. The WWF president has what I like to call “selective blindness,” seeing only what he chooses to see. This is not a unique quality. Most New York City police officers have it.

I don’t know if Tunney has been afflicted with selective blindness for his entire life. I do know that he has suffered from it for at least the past two years. Which covers my tenure as a wrestling journalist. Late in 1991, Tunney held up the WWF World title following two championship matches between Hogan and The Undertaker. In the first one, Ric Flair was guilty of blatant interference, helping Undertaker win the belt. The outcome screamed for an overturning, But Tunney was quiet as a Kansas Sunday morning.

Instead, he positioned himself at ringside for the rematch one week later, and got knocked unconscious for his trouble. This time, the interference came from Paul Bearer, Undertaker’s manager, and it backfired, with Hogan scoring the pin. Tunney, who saw none of this because he was out cold, held up the belt anyway, putting it up for grabs at the Royal Rumble.

The unpopularity of Tunney’s ruling forced him to slink into hiding. He was not present at the Royal Rumble, or WrestleMania VIII, or SummerSlam ‘92. The joke going around the office was that he’d moved into a cabin in the Northwest Territories of Canada with NHL President John Zeigler, another organization head who had a penchant for vanishing when needed most.

Tunney finally resurfaced near the end of 1992, which should have served as a warning to all concerned. Apparently, things had been running too smoothly and The Great Vacillator had returned to screw them up.

In March, Yokozuna and WWF World champion Bret Hart used national TV to glorify what was a non-story–the official signing of their title match at WrestleMania IX. Tunney was present, apparently to lend credence to the event and re-establishing himself as head honcho in the eyes of wrestlers and fans.

[WWF President Jack Tunney doesn’t have a clue as to how to execute the duties of his office, says Chris Bernucca.]

But hadn’t the WWF already declared that the winner of the Royal Rumble-Yokozuna-would receive an automatic shot at the title? Hadn’t Tunney been involved in that ruling? Hadn't everyone not residing in an igloo known that Yokozuna and Hart would be combatants at WrestleMania? What was Tunney trying to prove?

The signing did not come off as smoothly as Tunney had planned. Right before his eyes, Yokozuna attacked Hart and severely injured him. This was akin to Lennox Lewis walking into Riddick Bowe’s training camp and hitting him with a baseball bat. Plain as day, Tunney had seen Yokozuna’s attack, had seen Hart struggle to his feet and limp out of the ring. Had seen grounds to disqualify the sumo star. And he did nothing. Perhaps he was knocked unconscious again.

WrestleMania IX became Tunney’s shrine of ineptitude. Hart had Yokozuna beaten when Fuji tossed salt in his eyes. Yokozuna pinned Hart and Hogan intervened. Fuji challenged Hogan, who pinned Yokozuna in an impromptu match in which the bell never rang. It was an embarrassing moment for the WWF that could have been eradicated and rectified with one steadfast ruling from the federation president.

But Tunney was nowhere to be found. Perhaps he was at his cabin in the Northwest Territories, chopping wood for the long, cold winter ahead. After viewing videotape one day later, The Great Vacillator ruled that whirlwind events of WrestleMania would stand and Hogan would remain champion.

There Are many who believe that Tunney had always been in Hogan’s corner. The events at the “King Of The Ring” card obviously indicate that he works in a round room, pacing 180 degrees every time he feels the need to make a decision. In a position which requires backbone, substance, and conviction, he is a hologram, superimposing his hollow rulings upon a federation badly in need of direction from its most powerful executive.

I can’t think of a president who has been more inept. Can you?

#PWI #pro wrestling illustrated #magazine scan #magazine transcript #jack tunney #PWI 1990s #1990s #1993

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holy-puckslibrary · 1 year ago

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━ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

˗ˏˋ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — best friend!jack hughes x reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.3k 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — in order to avoid the annual interrogation into his love life, jack hughes enlists his longtime friend to be his totally platonic plus-one for the holidays.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — this is so cavity-inducing it makes me sick (affectionate) and why did i do the boys so dirty in this oml

“Why is Luke hitting on your girlfriend?”

Jack Hughes groans.

Not this shit again.

Was it really that strange for him to bring a friend home for the holidays?

A strictly platonic, no ulterior motives friend. A good friend, one who also saw him as nothing more than a friend.

He didn’t think so, but with how his family reacted, you would have thought he rode in on a unicycle dressed like a clown. All he did was invite a plus-one.

Sure, it was the first time since high school, but still. The sky didn’t turn purple, and Jack was pretty sure the planet would keep spinning. Not to mention, this is exactly what they wanted.

His family pestered him relentlessly about his love life—or, more accurately, a lack thereof—so he assumed they’d shift their interrogation to one or both of his brothers if he brought someone home, romantic or not.

The whole point of a “holidate” (you) tagging along was to avoid questions, not elicit more. His plan was back-firing.

Epically.

Though less evident in your presence, not once had anyone asked him something unrelated to you.

His great-aunt wanted to know how he asked you to be his girlfriend, and Husband #4 wanted to know how he tricked you into going out with him in the first place.

(Jack was offended by this. He thinks himself to be quite a catch.)

His gaggle of younger cousins needed to know when the wedding was and if they’d get to be in it, a line of questioning that quickly evolved into an open audition for Flower Girls and Ring Bearers.

The older ones weren’t any better. Their onslaught was overtly critical and lacked the endearing innocence of its predecessor. One had a problem with the gift he picked out for you (it wasn’t “romantic enough,” as if a sixteen-year-old even knew what that meant), and another was disappointed he hadn’t taken advantage of the mistletoe above the garage door. A few swiftly agreed you were too good for him after Jack let slip you decorated his apartment because he was too busy—and aesthetically-challenged.

His nana asked if he had "acquired a ring yet." When he told her he hadn’t, she offered one straight off her finger before he could explain why jewelry wasn’t necessary. She then launched into a spirited pitch for “finally getting some grandbabies.”

Apparently, the rest of his family had a hefty bet going on who out of the three brothers would settle down first. Quinn, by default as the eldest, seemed like a sure thing for a few years, but seeing as his date for this year’s Christmas Eve dinner was a six-pack of Bud Light, it wasn’t challenging to put Jack, unwittingly, in the lead.

“For the millionth time, she is not my girlfriend,” Jack replies, not bothering to water down his irritation.

His older brother was annoying, so that did factor into his sour mood, but Jack was mainly frustrated with his younger brother for robbing him of his holidate and monopolizing her charm for his gain.

If Luke wanted someone to cart around the room, he should’ve brought one of his own instead of stealing his. You agreed to be Jack’s smoke and mirrors, not his little brother’s.

The thief has you roped into a conversation with a second cousin’s fiancé surrounding her impending nuptials. He knows this because the interaction began with her holding out her left hand so you could admire the massive rock weighing down her ring finger. You’re listening attentively as she goes on and on about the frivolous details. At one point, she pulls out her phone to show you something, and you visibly and genuinely gush, a hand over your heart.

Luke looks bored but satisfied with himself.

Jack would be, too, if he had you as a human shield. Without a buffer, he was fair game.

Quinn smirks. “True, but you want her to be. Oh, that reminds me. If you are actually as platonic as you claim to be, you might want to remind Mom you need separate beds before she auctions off our guest room to the drunkest bidder. Unless, of course, curling up on Spider-Man sheets directly in front of a lifesize cardboard cutout of Crosby is some kind of freaky kink of yours.”

“Fuck off,” Jack hisses as he shoves his brother away from him.

“What? I don’t think it's that crazy to assume you’d get off on that, given how much of a die-hard you were growing up. You hero-worshiped the guy,” Quinn says between bouts of laughter. "I don't judge. Whatever foreplay you need, dude."

“Do me a favor, would’ya?” Quinn nods, too tipsy to see he’s walking straight into a trap. “Go bother literally anyone else before I dunk your head in the eggnog.”

He does, head thrown back, cackling at his younger brother’s melodramatic threat. Jack doesn’t care if Quinn makes fun of him so long as he does it from six feet away. At least.

“Thank you, again, for doing this. I know my family is a lot—and don't really understand the concept of boundaries," Jack says in greeting when you manage to slip away from Luke and back to his side.

Your expression lifts into a pretty smile.

“There’s no need to thank me, Jack. I’m enjoying myself. Everyone’s been so warm and welcoming.”

“Really?”

“Really,” you affirm with a nod. “Your family has been on their best behavior.”

That’s because they want you to join us indefinitely, Jack muses.

However, now that he’s thinking about it, you becoming a more permanent fixture of Hughes holidays wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It might devolve into that for you eventually, but Jack would never tire of having you as an anchor.

He was already planning on asking if you were interested in tagging along next year, but why put an expiration date on the invitation? It's not like he would have an actual date to bring.

Before Jack can broach the subject, you’re pulled away by the herd of Flower Girl hopefuls. He expects you to look back with a pleading “Save me!” look in your eyes, but you don’t. You don’t even glance over your shoulder, already too engaged in whatever game of make-believe his cousins conjured up this time.

Jack's body warms as he stands in the corner of the living room. The happy kind of heat that spreads from your chest down to your toes and out to your fingertips. The kids are having a blast dancing between the couches and around the other guests, but you’re having just as much fun twirling them around. There’s so much giggling and smiling; it's infectious.

“Your girlfriend is a natural,” his dad says fondly as the children crowd you like their very own celebrity.

“Huh?” Jack murmurs, only half listening.

He’s too busy watching you hoist a giggling five-year-old into the infamous Dirty Dancing lift. Your arms are straight, glued to your ears. Jack smiles. He taught you that in his living room.

“Don’t let her be the one that gets away, okay?”

Jim wanders off to help his wife gather everyone for dinner, leaving Jack to chew on his dad’s request in solitude.

He winds himself so deeply into his head that he doesn’t notice you coming towards him until you’re face-to-face.

“Shall we?” you ask, eyes as bright as the tree behind you.

Jack nods, gulping down the strange feeling, and holds out his arm. He thinks he hears your breath catch as you thread your arm through to rest a hand in the crook of his elbow.

You’re probably just surprised and maybe even a little confused. He’s never overtly chivalrous with anyone unless it's for a bit. Or in front of his mom. Neither of which is at play presently. You're alone in the hallway.

Jack just felt like being a gentleman. It's the least he could do after talking you into spending the holiday weekend with his nutty family and their big mouths.

As Jack guides you through his childhood home, he does his best to ignore how much he likes the feeling of your shoulders brushing.

In the dining room, he pulls out a chair for you. While tucking you in, he catches his brothers mocking him in his peripheral vision.

Sensing his vexation, you snatch the bottle nearest you and fill a glass with wine. Wordlessly, you slide it into his palm. He takes half the heavy pour in one gulp and affectionately squeezes your shoulder. Immediately, Jack wishes he would’ve waited to do that until he could blame it on a buzz. It’s one simple touch, but that’s enough to make him feel like a complete weirdo.

He didn’t want you to misinterpret the gesture. Your friendship works so well because neither of you has tried to make it more. Maybe it was his anxiety talking, but Jack’s reasonably certain he’s wrecked everything.

The remainder of the wine goes quickly.

“But I wanted to sit next to her!” Jack’s youngest cousin whines to his aunt from across the table.

“You’ve hogged her all night, honey. She’s Jack’s date; we should let him spend time with her. Maybe she’ll help you build your fort later if you behave during dinner.”

You nod and wink at the little girl. She, aglow with glee, claps her little hands together. Her mother quietly mouths her gratitude to you.

“Who knew I was such a hot commodity?” you lean over and whisper to Jack.

It’s a lighthearted joke, but Jack feels a twinge of jealousy. He wasn’t a jealous person, especially with you. And, objectively, it was stupid to be upset over the demands of a child.

The sole purpose of a “holidate” is to shift the attention away from him and, presumably, onto you. Jack hadn’t thought about how possessive the blatant division of your attention would make him feel.

Something shifted tonight; he wants to be selfish with you.

As his mom pulls you into a conversation about your plans for New Year's Eve, Jack takes your hand in his. He waits for you to pull away. Instead, you squeeze his hand. Once, twice, then a final time. The fluttery nerves in his stomach dissipate.

Luke nudges Quinn, pointing his fork at your conjoined hands resting atop the table. They grin but say nothing.

Throughout the meal, his thumb absentmindedly rubs over yours. He hadn’t meant to, and when he realizes, Jack is hit with a sudden rush of clarity.

He isn’t bothered that everyone assumes you’re together; he’s bothered that you aren’t.

The epiphany terrifies him.

The feeling of falling in love is very much like the feeling of a nightmare, like being sucked into an all-consuming black hole, entirely at its mercy and unable to save yourself.

He worries that once he starts falling, he might never stop. He’ll lose his bearings and his mind along with them. Jack couldn’t handle that kind of uncertainty. He couldn’t imagine forfeiting so much control over his own life.

Jack never wanted to fall in love, but he already had.

After dinner, Ellen sends the two of you to fetch more firewood from the shed. He can feel your unease as he trudges through the snow ahead of you.

It rose to the surface when he yanked his hand away before dessert and mounted steadily the quieter he became. You attempted to coax him into small talk with witty jokes and anecdotes from the time you spent separated tonight, but he couldn’t bring himself to participate much, if at all.

Eventually, you gave up and turned back to his mom for conversation. Jack didn’t blame you. He wasn’t the best company.

“Jack?” Your voice quivers.

It’s distant, literally and figuratively. He wonders when you stopped walking, but it doesn’t matter.

He halts his movements, but he’s too afraid to turn around. If he sees your eyes, he might say something he won’t be able to take back.

“Did I do something wrong? I feel like you’re mad at me. Or, at the very least, upset with me. Please, Jack, tell me what’s wrong so that I can fix it.”

His heart sprinters at your sincerity. In an instant, Jack relinquishes his fears and strides across the yard to cup your face with his hands. Your cheeks are freezing, but so are his palms. There are tears in your eyes threatening to spill over and meet his touch. He’s so close he can smell your perfume, perforated by his shampoo that you borrowed this morning.

Strange look on his face, he whispers as though divulging his most intimate secret, “You’re my best friend.”

Because, in every way that matters, he is.

The dam breaks, then. Salty streams escape your eyes, slipping between your lower lashes to pool on his fingers. If it weren’t for the faint smile pulling on your lips, Jack would’ve thought you didn’t understand what he meant or that you didn't feel the same.

“I know,” you tell him softly. “You’re mine, too.”

Jack doesn’t even get to react before your lips catch his. He repays your courage so instantaneously and urgently that your mutual admission hasn’t fully sunk in when his tongue slips in to greet yours.

You fist his sweater as if he might pull away any second. Jack strokes his thumbs over your skin to assure you he won’t. Now—or ever.

This kiss—wonderful and everything—is the culmination of every smile shared in confidence, every terrible karaoke duet, countless movie marathons, and too many midnights to count. It feels so natural, so obvious. How he never once thought you’d arrive here is an enigma.

A chorus of whistles and applause erupts from the back porch.

Embarrassed, you attempt to separate from him, but Jack’s insistent lips persuade you to stay despite the growing audience. Now that he’s gotten a taste—of both your mouth and honest affection, Jack’s not budging for anything.

When he was a kid, his mom told him that people only get a few “snow globe moments” in their lifetime. Perfect glimmers of happiness that you want to encase in a bubble and keep pristine forever. Jack never knew what she meant, not really.

Not until you kissed him.

“Fucking finally!” Quinn shouts.

Behind your back, Jack flips him the bird.

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The Wedding

Five years ago.

“Leave! Just LEAVE!” I say as my best friend stands in our room, my brother coming in right behind her mad and everything that’s going on isn’t making any sense to me. “You know I love you right? I wouldn’t do this if it didn’t need to be done. Nothing will change.” She says tears in her eyes.

Present

We always made plans together. Anytime we fell apart we would come back stronger... or so it seemed. Underneath the surface we were always broken.

Aliveya.

Today is her wedding. A day we used to plan and fanaticize about on a regular. She is surrounded by her groom's family and her friends and family, and their baby is there, the ring bearer, probably in a little tuxedo or something. I am here at my 4-9 shift after classes and babysitting all morning. I just pulled into my stores parking lot I’m ten minutes early and smell like baby puke, probably because there's some in my hair? The invite to the wedding is on my messenger. And my dash. Tonight, at 6 so around sunset? I’m trying not to think of it but it’s all that’s in my mind. I could make it, there's an open bar too.

Instead, I throw the invite in the glove box with the others, wipe the stray tear that falls and head into work. Anyways I have something to look forward to my favorite customers smiles and my coworkers that have come to be my friends, plus he comes home tonight.

About an hour into my shift, I begin to picture her in her beautiful dress and him in his tux and there little one too. It’s like I feel all her emotions too, like when we were younger, but I know they’re only mine this time. I want so badly to be there, or to want to be there, I honestly can’t tell anymore. But I can picture all of it the flowers, the guests, the bridesmaids and groom's men, the alter, and most importantly them and how her eyes sparkle when she sees him. Or how she glows when she hears the little one say “mommy”. All of it and how it is nothing like I always pictured it would be, because I wasn’t there with her. It wasn’t the way we had planned about all those years ago. How we are nothing like we used to be.

Some familiar faces and some new as is the customer service business. Mr. Carter wants his usual four packs of cigarettes 305s two purple and two green all short, Mrs. Chandler came in with another cooky story about the cats, someone new came in for coffee and was cool, so on and so forth. Typical night I suppose in between customers my manager Luna and I were stocking shelves and recovering and talking like always. No one was aware except my parents and my boyfriend but even my parents weren’t aware of the events that led to me not going.

Three months earlier

“SUPRISE!” I walked into my house (a cottage like mobile home two bed two bath I share with my five cats and dog) “What the hell are you doing here?!? You scared me not to mention this is MY house and YOU shouldn’t be here this late without a heads up Aliveya!” I say clutching my chest and my keys.

“Oh, come on Marie, it’s not that late! Anyways I missed you!” She says smiling ear to ear, I know she has an alternate reason for being here.

“It’s ten o'clock at night Aliveya, I had a long night plus I have stuff to do first thing in the mor-” Before I can finish, she cuts me off with.

“Aren’t you going to ask how I got in? You should really use something other than your birth year” Of course as always she has a point but I’m still mad. “Why are you here?” I ask again this time more sternly.

“I told you I missed you.” She responds with that adorable friggin laugh. I hate you I think to myself knowing it’s impossible.

“You should have called or texted or something BUT driving THREE hours in the middle of the night?!?! What’s the real reason you’re HERE?” I express knowing my blood pressure is rising by the second.

“I told you Marie, I just missed you. Here have a drink-” She handed me a Jack Daniels lemonade one of the few alcoholic beverages I like. I go against my better judgement as always with her and take the drink it has been a long day, I guess… I think to myself grabbing the drink but still...

“Why are you here?” I persist. Knowing that there is a motive.

“I missed you. Just take a load off and lets chill, like old times.” She says this with a smile. I know that smile.

“Why? Why now?” I ask needing an answer.

“Who’s the guy all over your snap? Anyone special? You guys are like always together so there's gotta be something there? You two would make a cute as fuck couple!” She expresses herself and even though I really want to respond and spill everything to her just like old times I force myself not to. Anyways Red and I aren’t a thing yet...I don’t even know if he likes me like that...

“Don’t answer a question with a question.” I state not willing to budge. I didn’t get this far to fall back again...

“Don’t avoid my questions. I did some detective work on Facebook and found his. His cover is a pic of you, him, Jake and Savanah at some event. His arm was around you.” Aliveya again expresses this way to cheerily. There’s her motive.

“Okay? And?” I say feeling my blood beginning to boil.

“Well spill GIRL!” Showing her gossip girl side.

“Don’t worry about it.” Again, I stand firm. I am not going back there.

“B-” I didn’t let her finish.

“Drop It” This time I was angry.

“UGH fine.” Finally, subsiding.

She drops the topic, and we talk for a good bit like well like old times. We both had a drink or two each and though it was like old times I still had my guard up. It was probably about one in the morning, and we were both a bit tipsy when a topic that had never actually been talked about between the two of us came up. “So, remember the night I moved out?” She says something odd in edging in her tone. “Which part?” I asked. She sat there contemplating for a moment “The reason I left, we’ve never actually talked about it.”

Quiet for a moment and then “What is there to talk about Aliveya?” I ask...

“You Know exactly what Marie.” Tension is filling my living room which wasn’t exactly huge but it her choice of topic was making it close in on me.

I look at her tears welling up into my eyes and the only thing I can say is “I don’t know Aliveya.”

“Do you believe me? You know I wouldn’t lie about that right?” She questions. The only though coursing through my head is how much I hate everyone calling me Marie now because it stings like salt in a wound. I only hear her say it. Just like I only hear him say Lux. And I don’t dare tell anyone why I won’t step foot back in my favorite diner on the planet. “Aliveya-” All I could say was her name, the truth was I honestly had no idea what had happened that night. It was all blacked out, all I could remember was that there was a bonfire, a full moon, my mom was at work, Jake and Savanah were doing something inside, and we were all drinking.

“Can’t you just answer me? It really happened I know that you know deep down too-”

“Aliveya just stop. Please.” I ask wanting not to get into a fight or dredge up the past.

“You believe me though, don’t you? Or is that why you’ve pulled away so much? You don’t want to be around me because of Them? Are you too good for me now?” She asks her tone changing and something snapped in me.

“Really?!? I pulled away from you? How about you ditching me for all your so-called friends that abandoned you when you needed them the most? How about when I needed you and you chose them over me? Or all the times you lied to me, and our family and I covered for you and then what thanks did I get?!? I got slapped in the face over and over Aliveya! And you want to ask why I’ve pulled away? How about because of the four snaps, three Instagram and Facebook messages, countless texts checking on you and your man and ZERO responses! Now you show up at my door in the middle of the night uninvited acting like all is well and good on what is supposed to be our FRIENDSHIP anniversary if we still meant anything to each other or if we still belonged as friends! And you want to ask me why I PULLED AWAY! HERES WHY ALIEVEYA. You took my heart, stomped on it, lit it on fire, shredded it and then tried to act like it was all okay! I am tired of this I am tired of feeling like I’m worth nothing and don’t belong! Because yes, I don’t belong. I don’t belong in your book anymore. It is time for me to finally grow up and put my foot down with you! I love you. I love you so so much Aliveya but we, we don’t fit anymore. My life has changed and yours has too. It took me so long to finally realize that I didn’t belong in your life anymore, but truth is I haven't for ages. We had our time but it’s over. I want you out.” It all poured out before I could stop it.

“You’re joking right?” Her beautiful blue eyes staring at me, I always loved her eyes.

“No. I’m not joking. I want you out now.” I say praying my voice cracking wasn’t that noticeable.

“So, what this is it? The end of the dynamic duo?” She was starting to tear up.

“Yeah, it is.” My tears had already begun flowing, no stopping them now, everything I’ve held in for years just came out in one minute it felt like. Just like that it was all over. She left like I asked.

Present

After the fight she started to call and text on a regular even mailing me personal invites to events trying to get me to respond always saying it was like all the other times that I would let her come back. This time though it was massively different because she was quite right about the guy in the pictures. Red. Just his last name but it stuck well as his nickname for some reason. Anyways Red has come to be more important to me than just a friend. He was the one I had plans with the next day, he was taking me to pick out tires for my car and when he got to my house that morning he knew by the few things on the counter, the bedding on the couch and cats having not been fed yet that something was wrong. He waited for me to shower but while he waited, he tidied up and fed my animals, taking note of the alcoholic drinks, the bedding on the couch and the 5 missed calls from my parents he asked me a very simple question knowing a touch of my history with Aliveya, he asked “What can I do?” Those four simple words warmed my heart and soul at that moment and brought us closer than we already were. So, I spilled to him everything, from the beginning of Aliveya and my relationship to the bitter end that night.

“Loxley, Loxley! You have a customer!” My manager Luna says, and it snaps me out of my memories. I was stocking the baby section of our small store and didn’t even notice the customer. “On my way”- I murmur as I make my way to the customer who has seemingly bought the whole store and doesn't seem thrilled, I didn’t notice them immediately.

“I apologize for the wait ma’am; did you find everything okay?” I say as I get to the counter and sign on again.

“Yes, I did besides you all not having my sons' favorite candy but that’ll be okay.” She speaks. I suppose maybe I was wrong about her, I’m just on edge today.

As I’m scanning everything, I begin to slip back to autopilot for my customer service and begin to slip back to the memory of Red and I spending that day talking and eating ice-cream and eventually me falling asleep in his arms for a brief hour before him kindly waking me up and letting me know it was time for me to head to work. Then that weekend he planned out this whole thing with my parents and brother and his family helped too as I was friends with his siblings as well and his sister had a few tips. It was the greatest surprise and best night ever, the night marking the beginning of a new era for Red and I both. I came home from class to find his truck parked in front of my house a black semi jacked up 3rd gen mega cab dodge ram 3500, I was curious so I went inside and found a vase with roses both red and black; a bottle of sparkling grape juice, cherry doctor pepper, and two new wineglasses, I should mention that my playlist was playing focused on Taylor Swift mainly. The glasses were a set. My small little table was set with China that was my great Aunts and my home smelled amazing. I looked around but was confused until I saw the small bonfire out my window on my back porch my oasis, I liked to call it. I also took note of whatever was cooking on my stove but was more intrigued by the fire. Before I could step outside though I noticed something taped to my door. This as you can imagine caught my attention- Hold that thought “Your total is 91.57, thank you have a nice evening. Welcome” a new customer walks in. Back to stocking and my thoughts. There was a note on my door, not just any note though it was a sort of love letter. Red is a mega badass with a wicked soft side too and the letter just proved what I’ve always hoped for secretly.

“Haevyn, you hold a special place in my heart which you probably already knew? Anyways you're a wicked badass with the story book factor and just so awesome and like why are we friends again? Because you deserve way cooler, and you could pick any guy you wanted but like I hope you want me as much as I want you. We’ve been friends for 3 years and I really hope we can make it more than friends. Sorry I know I’m usually great with my words 😉 but this time it’s different. Anyways do me a favor and just step outside?”

I smile remembering the first time I read it and how it’s now in a collection on my nightstand. I stepped outside and he was standing there in his typical work boots, wrangler jeans a Bullet for My Valentine t-shirt toping it all off with his signature black and red flannel over it all; one of the goofiest but gorgeous grins ever and all he said was “Your brother gave me the key”. I was still holding the letter and walked over and hugged him and all I could manage to say that night was thank you. I remember eating in a comfortable silence and then going back out to the fire and he was the one that talked I couldn’t manage it I was happy but felt dumb and petty next to him yet somehow, I wasn’t. When I finally did manage to speak that night he was sleeping, we were out under the stars I had all I ever wanted. And I told him that.

Still stocking, no longer surrounded with my memories of that night that was so amazing, now I’m back in the moment I suppose that’s a good thing. When customer is ready I walk over, I thought I was lost in thought longer than I was apparently because this person only had three items and they caught me off guard by saying my name and asking about the ring on my hand it was a gift from Red that had the day we met and the day we started dating engraved on it with an emerald rose. A promise ring I guess but there was also a necklace with all of my pets' birthdays and the ones that had passed their death days as well. “Nice ring.” he said, thank you I replied, 5.25 is your total, I replied not paying attention I heard the door and as per always said Welcome. “Heyyyy you!” A familiar voice I didn’t want to hear today comes in. Seth. He worked at Red’s dad’s company and was one of the guys that did some work for my dad at the church and he’s an alright guy just not the guy you want to be around when you’re already borderline crying. The customer I was checking out is leaving now and I go back to stocking but not before Luna walks up to me and tells me her Husband is dropping by and she's going to go ahead and take her break, of course I don’t mind she's been here all day plus it's been slow since I got here, mostly. So, I go back to stocking shelves again while Seth does whatever it is he was doing. I get done with all of that section and say a quick thank you God, then Seth says “Heyo I’m ready now!” He’s standing there with like ten things and laughing at something. I walked over and my brain is torturing me it's like 5:30-6 now, so my brain and heart are going to the vows and happily ever after or whatever.

“Yo, Marie how are mom and pops? How are you? What’s new Boo?” The questions continued, I tried to be civil.

“My parents are fine, I’m fine, not much how about you?”

“Ah you know the usual work and missing you, wait what's with the ring? Did I finally lose my shot?” Charming I think to myself, slightly annoyed. Not to be rude or anything but he never had a shot, and he knew it. He helped build my dad's church and for that I am grateful but all along everyone has always known it was Red. We met Seth through Red’s dads contracting business. From day one everyone including Jake (my brother) and Drake (Red’s brother) the most blind (or so we thought) Knew that Red and I had the “fire” according to Drake for each other. Long story short Seth always made passes at me and tried to be my friend which was okay until it wasn’t. Before I can answer by the grace of the good lord the door “welcome” I say as always and then I hear it “Oh really now that’s all you got for me after three weeks?” The voice I’ve been waiting to hear honestly since he left for his business trip to California even though we’ve called and texted still wasn’t the same. He noticed Seth and Seth said “oh” and I was playing with the ring a nervous tik while I waited for the total to come up and then after what felt like an eternity because Luna walked in to see me dealing with Seth and Red standing behind him with a few drinks one for me and a few for his friends no doubt, Luna was the first outside my family to know about Red and I, she also knew more about the awkwardness with Seth, than my parents. Needless to say, the air was thick. “20.20 is your total” I say, he hands me 21, “eighty cents is your change and here’s your receipt” I say with a forced smile. He looks back at Red and says, “tell your dads I said hey.” He says to both of us, I tell him I will which I will and Red just gives him a nod, now it's time for my break after I ring Red up.

“You alright?” He asks, Luna follows up with “You can take your break when you're ready” she says this with a grin knowing I’m going to take it now with Red. His question was laced with more than just asking about Seth though, but it also isn’t just because of the day either, I can’t place it. I finish our transaction and go grab my purse from the office. Luna left on her own in the store for a few and I’m back where I belong with Red's arm around me walking to his truck.

“Here so you can take your medicine” he hands me a bottle of water spring water. Thank you I say finally genuinely smiling. “Seriously though how are you holding up?” He asked again this time offering some chips.

“Ehm, I think I have puke in my hair from Amirah. Grant told me you NEED to come see him when you get home, but I’m glad you're home. How was your trip?” I laugh about my cousins' bond with him.

“Smooth, you changed the subject, and you definitely need a shower. My trip would have been way better if you were there, but work was work. The guys and I had a lot of meetings, so it was BORING.” He says while laughing.

“Did you get to go see the star names on the walk or whatever?” I ask drawing a blank at the name.

Laughing again at my brainless moment. “It’s called the Hollywood walk of fame, but yeah we did and now Drake owes me fifty bucks”

“Wow I had no idea you were going to be making money from it.” I state genuinely confused. At this he laughs but breaks out the charm.

“But of course, my beautiful, my brother didn’t think I would have the patience to get a picture with each one but alas I have!” He says this and the tiniest bit of his southern gentleman side breaks free.

“You are so freakin weird and adorable!” I express laughing. Leaning into the embrace. Happy he’s home tonight, well beyond happy more like elated that I was blessed with such a friend. And mate...

“Listen when you get home tonight call me and I’ll come over if you’d like and we can chill, catch up and drink some bubbly!” He says this way to excitedly and I know he has sparkling grape in his truck, well that is my guess anyways. Plus, it’s adorable how he used to make fun of me calling it bubbly and now that’s all he calls it.

“But you’ve just gotten home from your trip you're probably super tired and need your rest. Plus aren’t you and the guys doing some sort of barbeque thing?” I ask not wanting to be super needy but also really wanting him to be at my house tonight...

“I mean yeah but I’ve been with them three weeks so... I’ll go make sure everything is taken care of and crash then when you get home, you’ll have food and nothing to do?” This he says as a statement and a question.

“You’d seriously skip the party to go take care of your friend's cats and dog and sleep on her couch until she got home?” I ask in disbelief. Momentarily forgetting that we were together but also still not really knowing what a real relationship consists of.

“Girlfriend for three months though you are my best friend too, I definitely treat you differently than the guys. But yes, I would. Happily.” He expresses with a grin, the grin that’s made me fall in love with him since we’ve been friends... I grab onto him one more time inhaling one of the most calming scents in the world, giving him my key and before I can stop myself, I whisper “I love you” into his chest for the first time ever, ever knowing it was true this time. The first person I’ve fully trusted since Aliveya, and I tell him I love him on her wedding day? Was there something wrong with me? As if sensing my questions, he tightened the embrace and said, “There is nothing wrong with you, even if there was it wouldn’t change my love for you.” And with that I hand him the key to my house finally and give him a quick kiss on the cheek then walk away hoping he doesn't see the tears beginning to stream down my cheeks. The difference… tears of joy.

I walk back into work with a different pep in my step though today is still filling me with all kinds of weird emotions I can look at it differently and even Luna noticed the weird grin that was glued to my face even though I’m not completely okay.

Two hours till closing, two hours until I can go home to him and my babies then I’m off for the weekend. I picture the reception and the cake and all the songs. Her favorite love songs. Customer after customer and my mind is still in a good place but the realization is becoming more realistic of my choices but also things that had happened recently between my family and I that had solidified my choice to break free.

Finally closing time comes and I'm counting and need my calculator so I bring my phone out and there's a message it reads “I love you so much, I’m sorry for everything, things will be different I swear this time will be different. You mean so much to me you are my only real friend and I just need you here.” It’s from Aliveya.

I fight the tears back for the last thirty minutes of my night and once I'm to my truck and in it all bets are off. I lost it. When I finally get home, I find myself skipping my beautiful meal that my amazing boyfriend made for me and going straight to the shower, a place that has always been comforting to me. Sitting in a hot shower with a bottle of Gatorade and listening to my music, it was my coping mechanism for so many years. Unfortunately, my music didn’t drown out the thoughts tonight.

Aliveya. She was my best friend, my other half, my sister and my kid all at once somehow. All of it hit me like a ton of bricks all over again. I chose to leave her. I broke my own rule. I loved her so much it was lethal though. I loved Aliveya so much I pushed Jake away. Jake was my blood; how could I choose her over him so many times? How could I just throw all those years away? Doesn’t that make me as bad as her? Doing to her what she had done to me so many times?

Still struggling to breathe I get out and walk to my room and there's a sweatshirt on the bed next to a note that reads “I know you love this one as much as I do, plus it’ll be comfortable for you to sleep in I figure + it proves you're my woman end of story.” Still in just my towel, pick it up and its old and warn out but it's his and it smells like he just took it off but not in a bad way. I walk over to my dresser where two of the five cats are sleeping and I give each of them a kiss on their head as per our nightly ritual and reach in my drawer and grab a pair of sweatpants, slid them on then the sweatshirt, now it was time to take my medicine for the night which is in the kitchen. Without realizing it I walked out of the bedroom and straight into a brick wall. “Red? Oh no did I wake you?” I ask still out of sorts. “No, you didn’t wake me up, I was thirsty then heard you, I didn’t mean to scare you?” He says grabbing my arms to stabilize me. His touch ignited so many different emotions in me in general and more so in that moment, so the tears began to flow heavier. “Hey talk to me, what’s going on in there?” He asked walking with me to the couch, I was trying to get my breathing under control enough to be able to talk and he can see that and goes to the kitchen to make us each some blackberry tea, getting me my medication while he’s up and he had his back turned to me when I finally spoke.

“I left her.” Back still turned working on both drinks. My voice cracking and not my own “She wanted me there and I didn’t even respond. I said I would always be there?” He’s facing me now, speechless probably wondering what he’s gotten himself into with me. I take a deep breath trying again to steady myself, petting my dogs' ears.

“What if she really changes this time? What if me leaving is the worst choice ever? What about all of our years together and how she was my sister for ages? How do I get passed this? How can I get over her? How can I tell her and get through to her and how can we get passed all the lies?!? What am I gonna tell my kids about the pictures we have or the things I have? What do I do? I don’t know how to live without her. What if she needs me? It’s so hard not to respond, it's like she's a fucking drug! She hurts me but I let her, and I love her even though she does it. I’m so tired of all of these feelings and I hate doing this to you I hate making you have to deal with this and Jake; God knows jake does not deserve a stupid sister stuck on someone who isn't her blood. I was so wrapped up in her I couldn’t see Jakes depression! I was so wrapped up in her I couldn’t see my family falling apart or her pitting me against them or her going behind my back! I was so wrapped up in her I almost lost my family! But she’s all I’ve ever known...” My sobbing back stronger, Red sets our tea on the small coffee table, sitting down next to me, handing me both my regular medication and my occasional anxiety med, inhaling deeply before speaking.

“All of those things, seeing the best in her, taking care of her, tolerating her shit, taking her back, loving her, those are all the reasons your family loves you. Because you see the best in her no matter what. But it’s not just her its everyone. Yes, Aliveya is like a drug to you and sometimes it can be frustrating but I’m here for the long run and so are your parents and Jake. You didn’t scare me off with the health or the first set back I was here for, I’m not leaving now. It wasn’t just because of her that you didn’t see those things with your brother or your family, you have to remember you were a kid Haevyn. You also have to remember all the shit you were dealing with to. For me I don’t want any different you are all I want-” I cut him off “You deserve better R-” This time he cut me off “You drive me insane. You say I deserve better, but I don’t see any better than you. You and I both know that worthiness is a bunch of myths. You are all I want. So, what instead of being an alcoholic or nicotine addict you're an Aliveya addict. Hell, you dealt with my drinking and my smoking when we were friends and we both know how bad that was. I can deal with this. We can deal with this.” This he says with a shrug of the shoulders and a small grin. We both pick up our tea and take a sip. “Anyways Love, you did this for your mental health and so that when you have kids one day (hopefully with me but if not as long as you're happy it’s all good) that you could look back at those pictures and memories and remember the good and not just the bad. So, your memories weren’t polluted.” This time I cracked the grin and blushed and he definitely noticed but didn’t stir any further. Instead, he gently wiped the tears from my face and got up to let the dog out one more time. Taking my medicine and getting the cats fed again and taken care of one last time for the night I decided to head to the room to get the bed ready, now it’s around 11-11:30 or so, I turned on my playlist and finished my nightly routine when I hear the door close and lock, then Hunter comes running into the room ready for his toothbrush aka a dental treat which he has become accustomed to Red giving to him when Red is there. Looking over at him still teary eyed but grateful he’s here I say, “Thank you.”

“For what? Letting Hunter out?” He says laughing but then quickly realizes what I was thanking him for. “Love, you don’t need to thank me.” He protests. I flip my head over so I can get my hair up. “Yeah, I do, you put up with a lot. Most guys probably would’ve left after the first-” I trail off “You get the point most would've left and the ones that didn’t I pushed out and away from as a last-ditch effort and somehow you- well you’re you.” I say this pulling the covers back on my side climbing into my bed. “You’re worth it Haevyn. I’ll be right back I’m going to go brush my teeth and double check the lock.” He says with a laugh knowing I always check all the locks at least twice before bed and make sure all the lights are off followed by making sure Hunter's nightlight is on in the living room. While he’s doing that my medication is beginning to kick in and I’m starting to mellow out some more but I’m also starting to drift back into the thoughts of Aliveya and the wedding. Mostly going back to the messages, a message that contained words that set me off always with her. If I was truly her only REAL friend then she would've thought twice about breaking my trust, right? She shouldn’t have been able to replace me so easily? If all she said was true-

“All locks locked, cats in, nightlight on and regular lights off. Oh, and I have minty fresh breath now.” He says smiling climbing into bed and I smile too, he snapped me out of my thoughts just in time. Not before he caught a glimpse of it in my face though, adjusting so I could lay my head on his chest for the first time today everything is perfect and okay. “Have you talked to your parents today?” He asked after a few minutes of quiet.

“No, they both worked all day today too, I saw Jake, he stopped by the store after he got off work.” I say grabbing his hand and tracing it. Not paying that much attention but noticing that the cats were beginning to pile in and I was finally beginning to calm, Red felt right. His free hand took my hair from the bun and let it down so he could run his hand through it.

“Jake texted me after he stopped by...” He said trailing off. I inhale deeply feeling what's coming.

“He did?” I now begin to feel a sinking suspicion.

“He’s worried about you, said the last three weeks or so you’ve been seeming out of sorts, not taking calls and not answering the door when you are home, and you haven't been hanging out with your parents as much either? I know it’s rough trying to get her out of your mind and deal with all of that on top of all of your regular life issues plus me being gone but Babe you can’t go shutting everyone out like THAT again.” I know what THAT means but I just eh it isn’t that big of a deal I don’t think.

“I’m sorry.” That’s all I can muster up at the moment.

“I don’t want you to apologize, I want you to be real with me for a sec Hun. While I was gone were you taking care of yourself properly? Taking your meds like you're supposed to? Eating?” His heart is beating a little bit faster than usual he’s definitely on edge meaning Jake probably told him more than he’s letting on.

“He told you, didn’t he?” I ask this and my voice cracks more than I expected.

“If by told me you me told me that you and Jake finally got into it over Aliveya the third night I was gone, and it was pretty nasty so nasty in fact that it took Savanah and Emmi to get you out of your parent’s house to get you to quit taking stabs at him verbally? Told me you freaked out and cursed your parents and him before Emmi dragged you out? Yeah, he told me.” He says this and the air thickens.

“When?” I just want to know why my brother is telling my boyfriend these things... Even if they are friends.

“About a week ago. After you broke your phone at work.” He says but he knows more I can tell.

“What else...” I ask still treading lightly slightly panicky.

“He said you all were enjoying dinner together and she called, and he saw it and asked if you were going to answer it and it struck a nerve. Also, that you hurt your wrist again.” The tone of his voice says that he’s enraged I didn’t tell him, but he’s giving me the chance to explain.

“Yeah...” I can’t speak, my throat is closing up again.

“That simple of a question striking a nerve that badly? How did you hurt your wrist?” His tone caring but stern. Kind of like a parent.

“No-” He cuts me off knowing where I’m about to go with that.

“Alright so what happened? Your version.” The way he says it says it’s my last chance before he throws us all in a room and gets the answer one way or another while making me talk to the people, I’ve been avoiding for about three weeks.

“I hurt my wrist the day I broke my phone, I had crappy day at work then an even worse appointment and I- I don’t know I just freaked out” Not willing to tell him the real reason my phone was broken and my wrist hurt, that would go with me to my grave. So, I continued “We were all eating and chilling and having a good time, my phone was on mute but sitting next to me and it kept lighting up. I was ignoring the fuck outta it or trying. She was texting me to. Emmi, Elijah and Cass showed up, they were dropping something off for me so I stepped outside, I left my phone and I guess it got knocked over or something because when I walked back in Jake said he picked it up and there was a message open on it...”

“And?” He presses further knowing there's more to it. He definitely knew there was more to the phone thing but dropped it knowing I was as stubborn as he was.

“Aliveya’s cousin or something... got ahold of her phone and texted some pretty fucked up stuff to me about my parents and well me.” I say timidly remembering my brother's reaction and not wanting Red to react the same way...

“I’m not following entirely. A text about you and your parents caused a verbal war with you and Jake? How?” This he asks in the tone he uses with Grant when talking about animals or something Grant loves.

“It was Aliveya's number, but it wasn’t her texting style. I knew that but Jake didn’t care and these past however many years of tension we have kind of exploded and he freaked out and I freaked out right back and it was bad.” I say as a statement and a question, scared and angry for what had happened and feeling guilty.

“How does Emmi play in?” He asks concerned about his sister understandably.

“Elijah, Cass, and Emmi were about to leave; Emmi came into say goodbye and her being one of the only females I’ve bonded with closely enough for her to know how to deal with that she took instant control and helped get me away from my brother before it got physical?”

“So, my sister drug you out of your parents house?” He’s amused by the picture in his mind but still being the responsible and wants to fix it if he can.

“Yeah...”

“You haven’t talked to your mom or dad since? Or Jake?” He asks this knowing that I talk to all of them at least once a day.

“I can’t face my parents. And Jake keeps forcing me to talk by showing up at work...”

“But you aren’t actually talking to any of them?” He’s planning I can feel it he always knows the answer.

“Not really... No” I answer not believing it myself.

“You’re a pack creature. You need them.” He says this matter of factly and he’s right but I can’t fix this this time.

“I can’t talk to them, not after that...” I say finally after a moment of quiet.

It’s quiet for a few more minutes, I can almost hear him thinking before he speaks next like he’s calculating his next move as if in a game of chess. The room is dark besides the stream of lights across the wall directly at the end of the bed. I hear his breathing, the song playing is “You’re Not Sorry” from Fearless Taylors Version, and finally the silence breaks.

“You still have the text, don’t you?” He asks though he sounds like he already knows the answer.

“Yeah.” I answer disappointed in myself.

He exhales. “Why didn’t you tell me the night it happened?”

“I- I don’t know honestly.” I tell him. This is the end of the conversation not because we’re mad or anything but because it’s late and we’re both tired plus its almost midnight. One minute till.

It’s midnight now. I’ve begun to doze off a few times, but I can’t seem to allow the darkness to overtake. Stuck in my thoughts now laying with my back to Red. He’s definitely asleep now but not as deeply as usual more like the resting your eyes phase, he always sleeps on his stomach or on his side facing me, tonight he’s on his side but not facing me, I can tell because he has yet to wrap his arm around me. Thinking about us, the wedding, our families, and wondering if she’ll be curious about the things, I have been when it comes to my special days. I know I made the right decision for myself, but I wonder if she knows how much it agonizes me too not be there for her. I always ask myself if it were different timing and different people would we be, okay? If time had better timing, would I be the one holding the baby she just brought into this world, or be the one standing by her tonight while she marries her person, would I be the one she always confided in if timing had better time? Would she have been the one I confided in over Maine?

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