#the lady who served me was super nice

[sunny-daysss]

I bought a savoury muffin from a cafe nearby and my GOD is it good

[kingofsmalldeath]

shout out to the indian restaurant I go to that always double checks the spice level in my food when I ask for middle spice because I'm lily white and they're worried ill die from a single pepper

you're all real af but please make it spicier next time

[smilelikeacheshirecat]

Date for Castlecoming

Pairings: Bridget Hearts x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

note: I just find Bridget so cute and sweet I couldn’t help but write about her.

Summary: Bridget and reader have a crush on each other but reader don’t know Bridget is sad to know you don’t like Castle coming but you pulled out the courage to ask her.

Red and Chloe watches as Uliana disappear with all the other villains following after her. 

At least now they know who’s gonna prank Bridget. The two girls then follow to where their mothers ran off to and had finally caught up to them inside.

“How’s Uli doing?” Bridget asked still feeling guilty of what happen. “I feel so terrible. . . . I should go apologize—” before she could turn to look for Uliana, Red had step in front of her, stopping her from leaving.

“Don’t!” Ella said.. “She did it to herself. And it serves her right.” She told her. “She’s always bullying us.” She explained to the two girls.

Red nodded in understanding. But them all heads turn t someone calling for Ella. The door opened, stopping the conversation, and Prince Charming walked in.

“Ella, you that was amazing.” He said to them.

Ella couldn’t help the smile appear in her face at the prince’s arrival.

“You ladies bested Uliana! I don’t think anyone’s ever done that before. That makes you braver than I am. And I’m a prince!” He turned to Red and Chloe. “Though I don’t really like to push the royal angle.”

Chloe couldn’t help but smile at the familiar feeling of seeing her parents together. But red could only jut stare at the prince, her interest in him disappear when Chloe told her that he was her Dad in the future.

“Yet you always find a way,” Ella said stiffly.

Charming grinned at her attitude and turned once more to Red and Chloe.

“You’re the new girls, right? I’m Charming.”

“That’s debatable,” Ella argued.

They’re always the same even in the past. Chloe thought , recalling the same conversation her parents would have back home.

Charming ignored her comment and continued speaking to Red and Chloe. “And you guys picked the right time to show up, because . . . it’s Castlecoming week!” he said a little excited.

He tried to catch Ella’s gaze, wanting to hint something but no luck. She seemed to be intentionally avoiding his’.

“Castlecoming is an outdated, elitist tradition,” Ella informed.

“Wait, so . . . does that mean you’re not . . .” Charming question.

“Squeezing into a super-expensive dress and painful shoes? No thanks,” Ella stated.

Charming tried to hide his disappointment. “Right. Well . . . if you happen to change your mind, I’ll see ya there.” He flipped his hair in his charming way before he turned and took off down the hall.

Ella watched him, her expression unreadable. While her best friend just each them interact with a knowing smile on her face.

“Hey, Ella, he seemed very interested in your plans for the festival,” Chloe said. “Was I sensing some chemistry?” She added in a suggestive tone.

“Uh, no.” Ella scooted at the accusation. She turn to Bridget who was fidgeting with her necklace and gave her a look. “Okay, yeah, everyone loves him. And sure, he’s gorgeous and he seems nice, but you know how royalty is.” But she quickly corrected herself. “Except you, B. You’re different.”

Chloe stared at her mother in disbelief. How her parents had ever ended up together was starting to seem like a mystery to her. She had always thought they re love at first sight but seeing what just happen, that doesn’t seems to be the case.

Bridget sighed longingly. “I just wish someone was that interested in going with me. Everyone already has plans, so . . .” she explained to Red, having a particular person in mind.

Bridget had intentions of asking but the fear of rejection compels her throw such plans and bury her unresolved feelings deep deep down where no one could every see or find out about.

Red seems to be curious about another information about her life, she never know who her mother ended up with. and hr mother wasn’t one to share such intimate information with her.

During the conversation, something caught Ella’s eyes, she look closer and notice a certain brunette walking on their way, you. Ella looked at her best friend with a sly smile.

“Bridget?”

“Hmm?” Bridget hummed in respond but a yelp escape her lips as Ella abruptly turn her. Now she is face to face with the very brunette she was thinking about.

“Hey Bridget” the brunette princess greeted happily at the sight of the sweet pink princess.

“Hey, Hi hi hi y/n” Bridget couldn’t help but laugh nervously when facing you. A side of her that aren’t normally displayed.

It was most certainly foreign to see her mother like this. Red was already bombarded on how sweet her mother was compared to how she knows her. Red had seen how her mother rule over wonderland for 16 years of her life. The tyrant, said that her dress is as red as blood of all her victims off of their heads. 

“I heard what happen.” you then inspect every each of Bridget, making sure nothing was out of place. You were so worried after you heard what happen that you practically jump from your seat and race to where she is. “I’m glad your okay” you said after making sure she truly is okay.

“Of course I’m fine” Bridget smile again, feeling a little bashful of the display of concern from her. But them a frown reappears on her face as she recalls what happen. “I hope Uli is alright”

You smiled at the girl in front of you. No matter how mean or bad someone can be to her, she would still worry about others before herself. Which sometimes worries you.

“I’m sure she’s fine and probably had it coming so you don’t have to worry about her okay?” you reassured.

“Okay” Bridget nodded and smile at the comfort.

“Hey Ella” You turn to the blue-haired girl who had a cheeky smile on her face as she watches the two of you.

“Hi y/n” Ella greeted you back. Other than Bridget, you were the other princess she likes. “Any plans for Castlecoming?” She asked.

“Oh, well…I despise everything it stands for regardless of me being royal” you said honestly, showing disinterest for the event.

You weren’t one that enjoys dancing around in a heavy, extravagant ball gown, putting fake smiles and forcing to talk with other royal children in hopes of creating friendship with other kingdoms. That would only cause her stress rather than entertainment. You would rather stay in your room or better yet the library with a good book and hot cup beverage and drowning out the worries of reality.

You train of thoughts may had made you missed the sad look in Bridget’s eyes but the other girls in your company didn’t. It was obvious that the Princess of Hearts likes you but she lacks the courage to ask her.

Lucky for her, she doesn’t have to.

Ella cleared her throat, catching your attention.

You turn to look at Ella. The blue-haired girl tilted her head towards Bridget, encouraging her. 

You looked at Bridget who’s sad expression disappeared the moment she notice that you were now looking at her.

“Bridget?” You started.

“Yes?” 

“Will you go to Castlecoming with me?” You cleared your throat and took a deep breath, collecting all your courage and finally asked. It no longer matter to you if you gets rejected today, a long as you were able to asked Bridget. And if she did said yes, then Castlecoming would definitely be more fun.

“But you just said . . .” Bridget started.

“I know but if we go, it won’t be so bad.” You stated.

With that Bridget squealed in delight at the news. “Yes yes yes” she couldn’t contain herself and starts jumping up and down and pulled you into a hug, squeezing in excitement.

“You’re coming too Ella” You declared.”And we’re not taking no for an answer” you said firmly when you saw the girl was about to decline the offer.

“We could set her and Charming for a dance” you whispered to Bridget who smiled in agreement.

With no way out Ella reluctantly agreed. 

“We have to go try on dresses right now.” Bridget let go you before taking Ella’s hand in hers. “We only have two days!” She spun into Ella’s arms.

“I can’t. I have to get back home. But maybe later?”

“Okay,” Bridget said, her smile ever leaving her face.

She was to excited, she’s gong to castle coming with her best friend and the person she’s been meaning to be with. She gave Ella one last squeeze before taking taking your hand, dragging you away with her.

“Who was that?” Red was finally able to asked as she saw the two princess running off to who knows where.

“Princess Y/n also known as Bridget crush since forever” Ella said smiling she was finally seeing Bridget happy with someone. 

But that didn’t clear up anything for Red, she never know anyone by the name Y/n let alone someone who is close to her mom and has feelings for no less. Who is this person and how come she had never meet you before and yet you seems to be someone important to her mother’s life.

Where was this person when the prank happen, how come she had never heard of you before. Too many questions running inside her head that she didn’t question Ella when she left to go home as well.

While at Bridget’s dorm room, she had pulled out ever dress in her clothes checking each one and showing it to you.

To be honest you don’t know which one to choose because Bridget looks beautiful in all of them.

Bridget didn’t mind modeling of her dress, clearly enjoying herself especially now that you and her are together.

They spent most of the day inside the room, enjoying each other’s company as they tried on different dresses they’ll be wearing.

And maybe after Castlecoming you could be more than dates going to the dance.

[makuyi13]

No because listen. This is what the characters of X-Men '97 would look like as an orchestra.

Charles Xavier/Professor X would be the conductor. No explanations necessary.

Scott Summers/Cyclops would be the concertmaster. He was in charge when the conductor (Charles) was away. He's always stressing, but for good reason.

Logan Howlett/Wolverine would be that one violinist who isn't the concertmaster but would kill to be. Always criticising the actual concertmaster (Scott) and endlessly jealous of him. Nevertheless, he does play a major role and serves his purpose loyally, perhaps even fiercely.

Jean Grey would be the right hand/top/treble line of the piano, and Madelyne Pryor would be the left hand/bottom/bass line of the piano. I mean, come on guys, they're such piano people. It just makes sense.

Ororo Munroe/Storm is a cellist. She has the classic elegance. She has the spotlight once in a while. She's great, but not in the mainstream way.

Nathan Summers/Cable is the harpsichord dude. Kind of weird, but in a cool way (in the harpsichord kind of way?) Classic, has been around for a while, and is related to the pianists (Madelyne specifically).

Jubilation Lee is the flute girl who has a vibe of her own and is known by everyone.

Roberto Da Costa/Sunspot is the clarinet guy who is like super shy for no reason but is friends with the principal flautist (Jubilee). Literally look at him. He looks like a clarinetist.

Morph is the second violinist who be super chill but also be making dumb jokes all rehearsal long and is fantastic friends with that one wannabe concertmaster violinist (Logan) and completely supports him. But also they're just fine with whatever they have, as long as they're having fun, which pretty much seems all the time.

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler is the viola man everybody loves because he's just so nice and funny and friendly. He's warm and he works well with others.

Of course Trish Tilby or Valerie Cooper is the lady who like is the business manager or some crap of the orchestra and you know talks to other people and yaps about stuff at the beginning of every concert and starts talking about sponsors and stuff. Literally why not

By the way this is a kind of habit I have, to watch movies/shows and then turn them characters into musicians. Sorry for the yapping haha. I know it's weird but it is what it is. Debate with me, I'd love to hear your opinions. Also help me out here, I can't figure out what to do for Rogue, Gambit, Beast or Magneto

Edit: Thanks to @that-cinnamon-kid, Magneto is now a flute player.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

thinking abt cowboy!reader now after that fic. i imagine him just being all nice and offering to do stuff without being asked and people constantly thinking he's flirting or something of the sorts and he's just like ???? what. im just treatin you right? and then i imagine he is a very horrible/reckless driver ESPECIALLY when they're running down an unsub.

Warnings: minor car accident (no one gets hurt), unsub is not a nice man, mentions of killings (super brief)

A/N: So I got this not too long ago and the words just kind flew out lmao. Also not me tempted to do a series of this because I'm falling in love with his personality aha *cries* ((I feel like the team need to meet this man's parents))

"Allow me," You gave them a smile as you jogged passed Emily and JJ, tilting your head as they walked past. You caught up with them, making sure to get the door ahead of them as well.

You watch as they both sit down, massaging their temples - presumably from stress. Without a second thought, you headed into the breakroom.

"I thought you ladies could use a drink," You give them a smile as you placed a coffee in front of each of them.

"And what about us?" Morgan asked, Spencer crossing his arms next to Derek as they both stared at you.

"If y'all wanted one, you could have asked," You smirked before you made your way back to the break room, emerging with another two cups. "I'm just toying with y'all, I couldn't carry all at once,"

You stood up when JJ and Emily walked into the room, taking your hat off for a moment in greeting. When they reached their seats, you drew the chair out for them.

"Are you flirting?" Emily asked.

You furrowed your eyebrows, reaching up and removing your hat, "What makes y'all think I'm flirting?"

"You're always offering to do things, always holding the doors open, you always bring us coffee-"

"Mama didn't raise a man who overlooks the feelings of a woman-"

"And you say stuff like that-"

Concern flicked across your face, "Am I making y'all uncomfortable?" If they didn't know any better, they would have thought you were nervous, "Because that was never my intent-"

"No, no, not at all," JJ is quick to reassure, "We just wanted to make sure that you weren't flirting,"

"I'm just treatin' y'all right," You reply, "I can tone back if y'all want,"

"That's okay, we just wanted to make sure it was friendly rather than-" Emily's cut off by JJ.

"Flirtatious."

"No, Ma'am," You respond. You made a mental note to try and limit the actions they had listed, not wanting them to feel uncomfortable.

You took a seat as the rest of the team filtered in, ready for a briefing of the case.

Fast forward a few days, the unsub was beginning to speed off down the street in his truck.

"(Y/N), you're driving," Hotch states.

"Hotch, I don't think it's smart to let (Y/N) here drive," Morgan said with a grin.

"Why not?"

"He's... not the best driver," Morgan laughed.

"I am wounded by your harsh words," You responded.

"We don't have time for this," Hotch presses, everyone into the car.

You slide into the car, driver's side. The moment the last door shut, you pressed the gas. "What the fuck?!" Spencer yelps.

"Morgan, I don't say this often, but you were right," Hotch says from the passenger seat.

You roll your eyes at the lot of them and continue to chase the unsub. Until you served (you didn't want to hit a pothole) and swerved into the unsub's car. Your eyes widened as you breaked quickly. You were the first out of the car, helping the unsub out and assessing him for injuries as Morgan clapped handcuffs on him.

"Sorry sir, I didn't actually mean to hit you with my car," You apologise, gripping your hat in your hands.

"Is he for real?" The unsub turned to Hotch in disbelief.

"Sir?"

"I killed seven people, what-"

"And I hit you with a car-"

"Why are you-?"

"What do you mean-?"

"Okay, I'm intervening because this is too painful to watch," Emily chimed, gently taking your shoulder and guiding you away from the unsub.

"I feel bad for hitting him with a car-"

"I know." Emily mumbled, sharing a look with JJ.

[ivyblossom]

I have been watching a tv show based on a set of books about a woman who goes back in time to 18th century Scotland and lives there for a while and has lots of sex (which she's very good at, btw, the text really wants to make sure I know that, she's SUPER good at sex), I'm sure you know the one I mean.

And my question is: is this writer whose name I am deliberately not typing into this post a narcissist? Because what is even going on with this story?

I realize I'm watching the tv show and not reading the books and surely that's different, but the whole universe of this story is warped around this woman and how amazing she is, and it just stinks of a personality disorder. It's not just that she's good at stuff or important in her own story, it's that everyone she meets is obsessed with her and follows the details of her life and thinks about her all the time, she is so important to everyone, no one else really has a life that doesn't have her as a focus. The belief that total strangers would take this much of an interest in your just smacks of narcissism to me.

And every damn character has a scene with her at some point where they're like, "Yes, I tried to fight you/hated you/wronged you, but it turns out, you were totally right the whole time and I trust you completely now and love you and you were the best thing that's ever happened to me, I die now." This main character would be sorted into Sparklypoo.

Everyone is super hot for her, everyone wants her advice, even her daughter is like, "omg you should totally abandon me now that I'm just barely a legal adult, you need to be with your hot Scottish man! Sure, the man I knew as much father recently died and you leaving would leave me 100% alone in the world, but WHO CARES? Go back in time to be with historical dude!" I...yike.

Then there's the guy who's like, yey, my dad just died, we are currently at his funeral, but you know what's really interesting? This woman and her daughter and their whole life story! I am really here just to serve their needs, I was getting bored at this funeral for my beloved father figure anyway, let's go focus on YOU, ladies!

It feels like the author has very strongly identified with her main character and everyone else are just functions to serve her. I know how fiction works, I know all characters are technically functions in service to the story, but I feel like a writer really shows their whole ass when they see other people as just sort of appendages that exist to support their self-insert character, with no inner worlds of their own. (Plotting against the main character is not an inner world of their own, no it is not!)

This story has all these weird conversations where people are making choices that make zero sense from their perspective, but they are great and meaningful from her main character's perspective, and that's all that matters, they just admire and respect that main character so so much that they will ignore their own will and their own life experiences and knowledge in favour of whatever she thinks and feels, and we're supposed to take this as normal or good somehow?

So...I have to ask. Has anyone met this writer? Is she a piece of shit? Is she actually a super nice lady? I just feel like you cannot be a super nice lady and write a story like this.

[the-guilty-writer]

The Washington Tales

Request from anon: Could you perhaps write something about how the reader is Spencer’s kid and they don’t like how he always gets up and goes on cases and they’re stuck alone or with a babysitter so they try to make a point by running away and Spencer has to rush home?

Spencer Reid x teen!reader

Summary: Spencer's busy schedule leaves you feeling lonely. You run away, finding company in an old friend.

A/N: Alright if I'm gonna write Spencer I'm writing full on super-nerd-dad Spencer. We all know that this man is a total dork and i'm running with it. Only real ones will understand the title reference.

CW: reader feeling lonely, running away, nerd level is through the roof.

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Spencer heard his phone ringing insistently behind him. He had already let it go to voicemail twice and the sound of the plastic against the table was beginning to interrupt his concentration. He turned away from the evidence board and moved towards the table to see who needed him so desperately while he was working.

“You better have not given my number out again, Morgan,” Reid said, recalling their past prank war.

“I never use the same prank twice, pretty boy,” Morgan said, not looking up from his files.

When Spencer saw that the number was your school he automatically became concerned. Your teachers were worried that you were beginning to fall behind on your assignments. They wanted to set up a parent conference with him, but the team had been so loaded with cases he simply didn’t have the time. He didn’t even have time for this phone call if he was being honest, but he picked it up anyway.

“Hello, you’ve reached Dr. Spencer Reid from the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit,” he said, still in professional mode instead of dad mode from working on the case for so long.

“Dr. Reid,” the lady on the phone started. “We’re calling because your child, (Y/N) Reid, never showed up for school this morning.”

“Pardon?” Spencer said.

“They’re absent from school today,” the lady told him.

“Okay, thank you.” He hung up the phone and went to dial Garcia.

“What is it?” Morgan asked. 

“(Y/N) didn’t go to school this morning,” Spencer told him. Morgan gave him a sympathetic look.

“You’ve reached the FBI’s office of supreme genius, how may I serve you today?” Garcia answered.

“Garcia, can you track (Y/N)’s phone. They didn’t show up to school today,” he said.

“Sure thing… annnddddd they’re at your apartment.”

Spencer sighed. “Thanks, Garcia.” As soon as he hung up he called you, but you didn’t answer. He tried again, just for good measure, but he didn’t bother leaving a voicemail. There was a real possibility that you hadn't charged your phone- another bad habit you had fallen into recently. Instead, he texted the babysitter- you were old enough that you didn’t need one, but he hired a nice lady to check on you in the evenings just to make sure you were okay. He let her know the situation and to tell you to call him when she saw you that night.

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When Spencer’s phone rang again he was still looking at the evidence board, trying to piece together the case. He averted his view from the crime scene photos to answer the call.

“Dr. Reid,” the babysitter sounded panicked and upset. “Dr. Reid, they’re gone.”

“Wait, slow down,” Spencer said as calmly as possible. “What happened?”

Now it sounded like the babysitter was close to tears. “I came into the apartment to check on (Y/N) and they aren’t here! They just left a note that says “Farewell, I am gone.” signed with their initials. Dr. Reid, I’m so sorry.”

Spencer felt a strange feeling bubble in his gut- a note could mean a million things. “It’s not your fault,” he told the babysitter. “But I need you to send me a picture of the note, okay? As clear as you can possibly get it.”

“Oh-okay.” She sniffled and Spencer heard rustling on the other end of the line before receiving the picture.

“Thank you,” he told her. “Don’t worry about it. Go home and get some rest.” He hung up before she could reply. 

He didn’t want to tell the babysitter that a note usually meant one of two things- either you’d been kidnapped and coerced into writing something to make it seem as if you had run away, or you had actually run away. And it didn’t take an expert in handwriting analysis to see that the note you had left was freely written.

“Damn it.” He wanted to say some other words as well, but Hotch had just walked into the room.

“What is it, Reid?” he asked.

“(Y/N) ran away.” Spencer looked desperately between his phone and the evidence board. Now, instead of his brain being too preoccupied with work all he could feel was worry. Anything could have happened to you and you had obviously been gone since this morning, but there was a chance that you had fled after the babysitter left you alone the previous night. You could have been anywhere.

“Go home,” Hotch told him. He tossed him the keys to one of the SUVs. “It’s about a seven hour drive back to Virginia. Get Garcia to help you.”

Reid thanked his boss and got into the car. He had never been one to speed, much less speed and talk on the phone at the same time, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Garcia looked through everything- people you could have called, public transportation you might have taken, even going as far as to hack into the security cameras at your favorite bookstore- but the only trace you had left was that you had pulled some money from an ATM.

Spencer drove straight to the apartment and looked around for any clues you may have left about where you were going, but there was nothing except the note. You hadn’t packed a bag and the amount of money you had wasn’t enough to sustain you for very long. You couldn’t have gone far. It wasn’t like his mom could take care of you and surely if you had showed up at one of your friend’s houses their parents would have called him. His brain was working at a million miles an hour, trying to think of where you could have possibly gone.

“Reid,” Garcia said, sympathetically, “I know I’m not a parent and I’m not a profiler, but have you ever stopped to think about why (Y/N) ran away?”

“I-” He paused, thinking about your behavior in the past few months. It wasn’t just the trouble at school- it was also not wanting to watch TV with him when he was home or even making dinner for yourself and not waiting until he got home to eat together. The team had been so busy that he had pulled away… and you had pulled away from him too. “I’ll call you back, Garcia.”

Spencer ran out of the apartment and back down to the car. He knew where you had gone. It was where he would have gone too.

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You weren’t sure if there was a place you loved more than the Library of Congress. The building itself was glorious; looking as though someone had carved it all out of one massive slab of stone. The columns stretched tall and strong, supporting arches painted like tiles. Grand floors were patterned with shapes that fit together like a mosaic.

But it was the soul of the building that you really loved- being surrounded by hundreds of thousands of books that each had something to teach or a story to tell. You remembered coming there with your dad when you were younger and him telling you that as long as you had a good book in your hand you would never be alone. So of course when you felt most alone you went somewhere full of things that couldn’t possibly make you feel lonely- but the your heart still felt as empty as the apartment. At the moment, your only friend was fiction. 

“Oh, (Y/N) dear, we’re closed!” One of the librarians rushed up to you. She had known you since Spencer began taking you there as a baby. She had watched your taste in literature change from picture books all the way to helping you find a copy of a research paper you had wanted to write about for school.

You looked down a bit sadly. “I know visiting hours are up, but can I stay just a bit longer? My dad is away on a case again and I could use some company.”

The librarian smiled at you, the lines in her face far more prominent than they had been when you were little. “Of course. As long as you put your favorite friend away when you’re done.” She winked at you behind wire framed glasses and walked in the opposite direction.

The library was large enough to get lost in, but you knew where you were going like the back of your hand- It was the same book that you pulled out every time your dad was away. Not wanting to go all the way to the reading room, you sat down on the floor before carefully flipping through the book’s pages and beginning to read through something you so badly wished was being read to you instead.

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Footsteps echoed through the library, coming slowly up behind you. You expected it to be a security guard, telling you that it was time for the library to rest for the night, so you nearly jumped out of your skin when the echoing stopped and you heard your dad’s voice.

“Love will not be constrain'd by mastery. When mast'ry comes, the god of love anon/Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.”

You turned to look at your dad. He was still wearing his work attire, his hair a tangled mess of brown curls, but even in the dim light of the library you could see the small smile on his face. 

You scowled. “Though there was nowhere one so busy as he/ He was less busy than he seemed to be,” you retored and went back to your reading.

You heard Spencer sigh before walking up and taking a seat beside you. “I’m not busy now.”

“It’s a bit late for that, dad.” You didn’t take your eyes off the pages, but you were no longer reading the words, tears building up in your eyes.

Spencer gently pulled the book from your hands and closed it. “You know,” he started. “When you were little, Garcia bought you a box set of Dr. Seuss books. I thought you would be so excited to see all the fun pictures and colors, but every time you were given a choice, you always asked me to read you this.” He held up the book- The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer. "Please tell me what's going on," he said quietly.

You turned away, not wanting your dad to see that you were crying. “I miss you, dad. You’re never around anymore and I get really lonely without you.”

“(Y/N),” he cooed, “why didn’t you say anything?”

You shrugged a little helplessly. “You catch criminals and save people. I can’t just ask you to stay home because I’m sad you’re gone.” It came out a bit sarcastic, but the tears were still real.

Spencer took a handkerchief from his pocket and softly dried your eyes before offering the book back to you. “Page 549, paragraph 2, last sentence.”

You carefully took the book from his hands and turned to the page, tracing your finger down to the location he had told you. As you read the line in your head, your dad said it outloud:

“Amour vincit omnia: Love conquers all.”

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Hey!!! Congrats on your milestone, you totally deserve it! My request is

Isn’t it messed up how I’m just dying to be him? I’m just a notch in your bedpost but you’re just a line in a song - Sugar, We’re Going Down by Fall Out Boy

With Luke Alvez! Thank you!!

Hello Angel, this was super fun!

Send me a song lyric from my list to celebrate my follower milestone! 🎵

Sugar, We’re Going Down

Luke Alvez x Fem! Reader

Summary - Luke Alvez has the unjust reputation of being a ladies man. All he really wants is to settle down and when he meets you, he thinks he’s found the woman he’s been searching his whole life for. The only thing standing in his way is your boyfriend.

CW - set ups, blind dates, drinking, hangovers, mentions of sex but no detail, swearing.

WC - 4.2k

Luke Alvez didn’t like the term ladies man. It was a turn of phrase he’d first heard to describe him by his old partner Phil and something that seemed to stick with him since. 

He’d gone from serving overseas, straight into the FBI, neither of which were conducive to allowing long term relationships. 

Other people did it, it wasn’t as though it was unheard of. But Luke liked not being tied down, he enjoyed it just being him and Roxy. It was far less complicated that's for sure. 

When he joined the BAU, he was accused of not wanting to get close to even his new team. He’d overheard Emily profiling his desk, assuming him to be a loner with commitment issues. 

And maybe there was an element of truth to that. In his time with the Fugitive Task Force he’d moved around a lot which made it impossible to form a lasting relationship. Was it through fear of getting close to someone? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t think so, being alone just always seemed easier somehow. 

But a ladies man, he was not. 

In reality, Luke was the polar opposite. He was a hopeless romantic, he had a huge heart that had so much love to give he just unfortunately hadn’t found the right woman to receive it. 

When the members of his team started setting him up on blind dates, Luke had at first tried to protest, but ultimately it had been easier to just go along with them than argue against it. 

So far he’d met Janice, Kristy’s work friend who was incredibly overbearing. Olivia, a TA at the university Spencer lectured at who was sweet but fundamentally boring. Then there was Garcia’s friend Nicole who was deathly allergic to dogs. Ramona, Rossi’s publisher, Hariet, a woman from Emily’s gym and Grace, Tara���s old college roommate who was new in town. JJ was only the one kind enough to spare him the pity of trying to find him a date. 

The fact that none of the women went on to get a second date invitation only went to perpetuate their image of him being a ladies man. 

Luke preferred the term fussy. 

He took each woman to the same place, a bar in his neighbourhood called the Steel Star Tavern. It was a lowkey hole in the wall that served cold beer and hot fries and had the added bonus of being close to his apartment so when the date inevitably didn’t go well he didn’t have far to drag his sorry ass home.

After six dates with six nice yet unfulfilling women, Luke had drawn the line. No more set ups, no more blind dates. He’d humoured his friends for long enough but now he was done. 

He sipped his beer and ran his hand over the scratchy stubble on his chin as a long, pent up sigh escaped through his nose. It was a Thursday night and the Steel Star was only a quarter full at best which allowed him to sit and wallow in his loneliness without being disturbed.

Or so he thought. 

He was looking down into his beer and didn’t see someone approaching him. It wasn’t until his company’s shadow cast over the table that he looked up to see a figure standing next to his table. 

“Another date? Jeez, you really do get around.” You chuckled, picking up the two empty glasses on his table. 

“You been watching me?” Luke cocked an eyebrow at you as you placed the empties on a tray cradled in the crook of your arm.

“You come in here so often, every time with a different woman. It's hard not to notice. It's part of my job to get to know the regulars, you know?” You shrugged. 

“Right.” Luke nodded. “It’s not quite as terrible as it looks. My friends worry about me, I guess. I begged them not to keep setting me up but they are the most stubborn group of people you will ever meet in your life. I’m not a dog or anything like that.” He had no idea why he was telling you all of this, trying so hard to convince you he wasn’t the ladies man he’d been pegged as. 

Clearly you didn’t know why this stranger was telling you all of this either, by the way your lips twitched into an amused smile.

“Contrary to popular belief, bartenders don’t actually enjoy hearing the sad life stories of our patrons.” Your eyes sparkled playfully and your words caused Luke to chuckle.

“Fair enough.” He nodded. “Thanks for making me somehow feel worse than I already did.” 

“You are most welcome.” You smirked at him and then you were turning on your heels and sashaying towards another table to clear more empties. 

Luke watched you go with a shake of his head and a smile playing on his lips. And god dammit if he wasn’t already smitten.

***

Luke nursed his beer for around an hour, unable to stop watching the way you seemed to float around the bar. Your smile was an easy one, but most definitely practised. Inside these walls you were in your element, confidence exuding for your every pore but he was sure outside of the door of the Steel Star you were riddled with insecurities. 

Sometimes, he just couldn’t turn off the profiler within him. 

Just as he was considering leaving, heading home to another pathetic night spent on his couch with Roxy, two shot glasses were being slammed on the table in front of him and someone was sliding into the booth opposite him.

You gave him a smile out of the corner of your mouth and nodded towards one of the shot glasses. The liquid was amber coloured and he could have a pretty good guess it was probably whiskey. 

You picked up the other glass and held it in your hand, waiting for him to do the same. He complied and wrapped his hand around the little glass, lifting it to click against your own. 

He waited for you to bring the glass to your lips and down the contents before he did the same. You hissed before slamming it back on the table top.

“Should you be drinking while you work?” Luke raised an inquisitive eyebrow at you.

“I’m finished for the night.” You shrugged.

“And instead of going home you decided to join me? Even after my sad life story?” 

“I can go if you’re going to make a big deal about it?” You shrugged like you didn’t care much either way. Maybe you didn’t.

“Not making a big deal, just observing.” 

“You do that a lot.” You leant forward on the table. 

“Do what?” Luke mirrored you.

“Observe. I’ve noticed the way you always seem to be on high alert, you give the once over to anyone who walks through the door. Hell you’ve been giving me the once over all night.”

“Occupational hazard.” Luke shrugged. 

“What do you do?” You narrowed your eyes on him.

“If it's ok with you, I’d rather skip those kinds of questions. The get-to-know you spiel. I’ve been on more dates than I care to count recently and I’m sick of talking about myself.” Luke exhaled. 

“Works well for me because I’m already sick of hearing about you.” Your eyes sparkled again and again, Luke laughed. 

“Perfect.” Luke shook his head in amusement. “I mean, I could maybe stretch as far as telling you my name.” 

“Don’t feel obliged, I won’t need to remember it anyway.” 

“Ouch.” Luke pretended to be offended, holding his hand to his heart. “Woman, you are cold.” 

“As ice.” You smirked. “Fine, tell me your name if it’s going to make you feel better.” 

“Luke. Luke Alvez.” He held his hand out across the table for you which you scrutinised for a moment or two before sighing. 

“Y/N.” You reluctantly shook his hand. It was warm and rough, calloused in places. 

“No last name?” 

“Nope. Just Y/N. You know, like Madonna or Cher.” 

“Ok, Cher. You want another shot?” 

“Only if you’re buying.” You winked at him and Luke swore the small gesture stopped his heart. 

Was it possible the woman he’d been searching for had been under his nose all this time? Because from where he was standing, you were just about perfect for him in every way, even though he barely knew you. 

His friends called him a ladies man, but Luke Alvez wore his heart on his sleeve. The problem with that was, leaving himself so exposed made it easier for him to get hurt. 

And he was about to find that out. 

***

The hangover that ensued the following day was like nothing Luke had ever felt before. He was sure his skull was trying to cave in and that his insides had turned against him, he was sure it wouldn’t take much for yesterday's food to make a reappearance. 

Thankfully for him the team didn’t get a case and he was able to quietly die at his desk. 

The previous night's events played over in his head on a loop and he was grateful that the alcohol hadn’t inhibited him from remembering every beautiful detail. 

After drinking at least an entire bottle of whiskey between you, you had stumbled back to Luke’s apartment. 

He lost count of exactly how many times he’d had sex last night and well into the early hours of this morning. But each time has somehow been more mind blowing than the last. 

He’d been alone when he woke up this morning but that didn’t deter him. 

When he finished at work for the day, feeling slightly more human than he had when the day started, he went straight to the Steel Star and found you behind the bar with ease. 

He smiled as he made his way over but you didn’t return the expression. Instead your brow was slightly furrowed and if he wasn’t mistaken he could have sworn you rolled your eyes. 

“Hey,” he approached, leaning on the bar. 

“What can I get for you?” You rolled your lip between your teeth. 

“Uh, I wasn’t here for a drink.” He chuckled dryly. 

“Weird of you to come to a bar then.” 

“Uh…” he scratched the back of his head at your frosty demeanour but he wasn’t easily perturbed. “What time do you get off?”

“Why?” You straightened your back, a defence mechanism. 

“I thought I could maybe take you for dinner?” 

You started to laugh and this time you definitely rolled your eyes. 

“What part of last night gave you the impression I would want you to take me to dinner?” You folded your arms across your chest. Another defence mechanism. 

“I thought we had fun.” 

“We did.” 

“Uh, so I figured we could have fun again?” He was frowning deeply. 

“We had fun. Past tense. Let’s just leave it at that.” 

“But uh…I thought that-”

“I have a boyfriend, ok? Jeez if I’d known you’d get this clingy I wouldn’t have bothered.” You dropped your arms to your sides. 

“You’ve…you’ve got a boyfriend?” Luke stood back up from the bar, feeling his heart clench inside of his chest. 

“Yes.” You shrugged. 

“Yet you slept with me?” 

“Which should give you an indication of the kind of girl I am.” 

“You…are you for real?” Luke swallowed thickly, feeling his hangover flooding back tenfold.

“What can I say? I…” You trailed off when the door behind the bar opened. 

Luke noticed the way your body tensed as a scruffy looking man in a leather jacket ambled out, eyes cast downwards at his phone. As if sensing he was being watched, he glanced up and met your eyes.

“Oh, hey. Didn’t know you were working today.” He offered you the vaguest hint of a smile as he spoke.

But when he went to pass you, his hand grazed over you, from your lower back around to your hip. It was a brief moment, so fleeting anyone else might have missed it. But not Luke.

“Him?” Luke scoffed, garnering your attention back to him as the other man walked away, head back in his phone.

“So what?” You shrugged.

“What does he have that I don’t have?” The second the words were out of his mouth he wished to take them back. 

They made him sound so pathetic, so clingy as you’d called him. And it didn’t surprise him when you started to laugh. 

“You should leave, Luke. Last night was fun but it’s never gonna happen again.” You shrugged once more before turning away from him and starting to clean some glasses. 

And despite the fact he didn’t want to leave, it was for the best that he did. 

Luke Alvez was certainly not a ladies man. Far from it. 

***

Weeks passed and Luke couldn’t stop thinking about you. He’d never felt like this about a woman he’d just met, a woman he hardly knew anything about. 

You were stuck in his head like an earworm, a song he couldn’t get out of his mind. And it was equal parts the sweetest yet most depressing tune he’d ever heard. 

After a few weeks, sick of feeling sorry for himself he went to Reid and told him he wanted to see Olivia again. She was, in the nicest terms, the best of a bad bunch. 

Spencer had been surprised by his change of heart but nonetheless said he’d pass the message onto his colleague at the university. 

Four days later, Luke took her for dinner. 

The month that followed he’d taken her for three more dinners and one movie. 

Olivia was an exceptionally nice woman. She was pretty in an understated way, not flashy or showy. She was incredibly smart, working towards a doctorate for which she told him Spencer was helping her with. 

She liked books and foreign cinema, playing chess and meandering museums. She was for all intents and purposes the female Doctor Spencer Reid. And as much as Luke liked Spencer, he didn’t want to date him. 

But maybe she was just what he needed, who knows, maybe she could be the woman of Luke’s dreams. He very much doubted it, but stranger things had happened.

After a month of dating they hadn’t even kissed, hadn’t even so much as held hands. She was a really nice girl, but there wasn’t an ounce of chemistry between them. And he’d started to get the impression, by the way she constantly brought the topic of conversation back around to Professor Reid, that she might harbour a little crush on her coworker.

After dinner that night, Luke knew it would be their last and he was sure she knew it too. But as they left the restaurant he mentioned drinks and she was happy enough to oblige. 

He told himself he didn’t mean to take her to the Steel Star, that it had just been a simple coincidence that they’d been nearby. But whether he’d meant to or not, that was where he and Olivia ended up. 

He’d spotted you behind the bar straight away as Olivia excused herself to use the bathroom. He made a beeline for you and he definitely noticed the roll of your eyes this time. 

“Jesus, Alvez. Can you not take a hint?” You frowned at him, your back immediately up. 

“You think I’m here to see you?” You scoffed. “Please, you’re not worth the chase.” 

“Oh really?” You scrutinised him. “Why are you here then?”

“If you must know, I’m on a date.” 

“Funny, because to me you appear to be alone.” Your lip twitched at the corner in amusement, 

“She’s using the bathroom.”

“Convenient.” You nodded. “Let me guess, any minute now this mystery woman is going to call and say she felt sick and had to leave?” 

“You think I’m pathetic enough to come here and make up a woman to try and make you jealous?” He couldn’t believe this. 

“You were pathetic enough to think one night of sex meant I’d fall for you, so who knows?” 

“You really are an ice queen, do you know that?” He spat.

“And you’re a pathetic sap.” You bit back. 

Luke went to reply to try and hurt you like you were hurting him but before he could form an insult, he felt a presence at his side. 

He glanced down at Olivia who smiled meekly at him, toying with the strap of her purse with her hands. You looked between the two of them, your blood boiling in your veins. And it was only made worse when Luke wrapped his arm around the petite woman’s shoulders. 

“Y/N, this is Olivia. My date.” He turned back to you, his eyes dark. “Olivia, why don’t you get us a table while I get the drinks.” 

“Ok.” Olivia nodded with a small frown as Luke let her out from his hold.

She practically scurried away while Luke smirked at you a little dangerously. 

“I’ll have a beer and a glass of white wine. Please.” He leant on the bar, a smug look on his face.

You swallowed down your emotions and turned away from him to make his drinks. There was a swirling in your stomach, a tightening in your chest that you couldn’t place. Surely it wasn’t jealousy? You couldn’t be jealous because you didn’t like Luke in that way.

He was good in bed, there was no doubt about that. And he was unfairly gorgeous, sweet and fun to be around. But you didn’t like him, you were certainly not jealous.

You returned with his drinks and he paid you, that same self-satisfied smile on his lips that you half wanted to slap off of him, half wanted to kiss off of him. 

“Y/N?” He said your name as you went to retreat again and you turned to him with a cocked eyebrow. “I might have just been a notch in your bedpost, but I guess you were just a line in my song.” 

And with that, he picked up his drinks and walked away.

***

After only one drink, Olivia called it a night and Luke walked her out of the bar and waited with her for a cab. 

As she was slipping inside she confessed she didn’t think they should see each other anymore as she was interested in someone else. 

It didn’t take the genius himself to figure out who that was. 

Luke had smiled and placed a soft kiss on her cheek telling her that he understood. He watched the cab peel away and turned to head in the direction of his apartment. 

As he walked, he glanced up the alley that ran down the side of the bar and he could make out a shadowy figure leaning up against the wall. And his instincts told him exactly who it was. 

He knew it was best if he kept walking home but of course that’s not what he did. With a sigh he turned up the alley and slowly headed your way. 

You barely offered him a glance as he approached, instead looking down at your hands. Luke stopped a few feet in front of you and folded his arms across his chest. 

“She didn’t seem like your type.” You couldn’t help the words they left your lips. 

“Uh, and what exactly do you know about my type?” Luke felt the smirk tugging at his lips. 

“That mousy little thing? She’s seriously your type?” Your eyes snapped up at him and that’s when he saw it. 

Jealousy. 

“Looks can be deceiving, Y/N.” He unfolded his arms and shrugged, stepping closer to you. 

“Oh yeah I’m sure. A mouse in the streets but a freak in the sheets is she?” You rolled your eyes. 

“That’s…that’s none of your business.” He felt a blush creeping to his cheeks. 

“Oh my god, you haven’t slept with her, have you?” Your jealousy seemed to fade in an instant, replaced by something much more amused. 

“Again, that’s none of your business. Why the hell do you care anyway? You’ve got a boyfriend!” Luke raised his voice slightly but you didn’t even flinch. 

You tore your eyes off of him and glanced down the dark alleyway. Your arms snaked around your waist as if you were trying to protect yourself from something. 

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Your voice was so quiet Luke barely heard it. But he did hear it, he just wanted you to say it louder. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He tried to hide the delight from his voice 

“I said, he’s not my boyfriend.” You let out a haggard sigh. “We’ve hooked up a few times, I don’t even know why I said he was my boyfriend.” 

“What the fuck?” Luke frowned deeply at you. “Why would you lie about that? I was…”

“You were what?” You quickly asked with your own frown. 

“Jealous.” He admitted with a sigh. “I was jealous because I was dying to be him, how messed up is that?” 

You gnawed on your lip, taking one tentative step closer to him.

“You deserve more than I can give you, Luke.” You shrugged but he was shaking his head. 

“That’s not true. You’re more than you think you are.” He softened. 

“I’m more than you bargained for, trust me.” 

“I don’t believe that.” 

“Well it’s true. I’m a fucking mess, Luke! My whole life is a mess. You deserve a woman who has her shit together, a nice, kind woman who wants to settle down and live in the suburbs and bear your extremely good looking children. But that’s not me.” You huffed, feeling tears suddenly burning the backs of your eyes. 

Weirdly, Luke was smiling at you. 

He stepped dangerously closer, raising a hand cautiously and cupping your neck. You remembered all too well how intoxicating his touch was and you shuddered a little. 

“Just tell me one thing.” He lowered his voice. 

“What?” You replied in equally hushed tones. 

“Am I worth it?” 

You narrowed your eyes on him curiously, not understanding what he was getting at. His fingers gently brushed your flesh and it was making your knees tremble. 

“Worth what?” You swallowed thickly. 

“Allowing yourself to be vulnerable for? I’m not asking for the world on a silver platter, Y/N. I’m not asking for a home in the suburbs and extremely good looking children. I’m just looking for someone who might want a little more from me than just sex. 

Someone who wants to spend time with me and not just when they’re drunk. Someone who will go to dinner with me, maybe eventually meet my friends. Someone to cuddle up on the couch with and watch bad TV. Someone to go for walks in the park with me and my dog. I’m not asking you for forever Y/N, I’m just asking for a tomorrow.” 

His eyes were begging you, pleading you to see that there was more between you than just one night. 

It wasn’t as though you really needed convincing. You’d known when you dragged yourself from his sleeping embrace that you could have a future with this man if you let yourself. If you allowed yourself for once to be happy, you knew this man wouldn’t disappoint. 

But still, you liked to keep your cards close to your chest. 

“Wait, you have a dog?” You cocked an eyebrow at him. 

“A Belgian Shepherd named Roxy.” He beamed as he talked about his beloved mutt. 

“I do love dogs.” You mused. 

“I have no doubt that I can make you love me too.” He blurted out rather bodly and you felt the smile spreading across your face. 

His hand was moving around to the back of your neck, fingers grazing gently across your baby hairs that grew back there. 

You swallowed again, feeling slightly light headed due to a combination of his touch and the way in which he was looking at you. 

You believed it wholeheartedly. You knew falling in love with Luke Alvez would be the easiest thing in the world. You were probably already halfway there. 

But you still didn’t want to make it so easy on him. 

“Cocky son of bitch, aren’t you?” You smiled, moving your own arms upwards until they were wrapped around his neck and your bodies were flush against one another. 

“I actually prefer the term charming.” He grinned at you. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at this man in front of you, the one still gently caressing your neck. 

He’d done the impossible. In the space of one night he’d wormed his way in your heart, like a catchy song gets itself stuck in your head. He wasn’t just charming, he was a miracle worker. 

Instead of responding you simply closed the small space left between you and crushed your lips together. 

Luke didn’t waste any time in deepening the kiss, his other hand finding solace on your hip. 

He kissed you until your lungs were empty and even after he continued to kiss you some more. 

When he did pull back he gasped for air, his lips deliciously puffy as they quipped up into a smirk. 

“I lied before Y/N, when I said you were just a line in my song.” 

You frowned a little at him, keeping your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. 

“What do you mean?” 

He placed a chaste and tender kiss to your lips before he rested your foreheads together and whispered, “you’re not just a line, you’re my whole damn song.” 

[lvrs-street2mmorrow]

scary? my god, you’re divine.

| part 2

link to masterlist | part 1<

pairings: ghost! beomgyu x fem! reader, coworker! yeonjun x fem! reader

summary: you're excited to start a new chapter of life, moving into a relatively nice little place. though your landlord had said the place was old as rocks, it was remodeled and made new. you were never the type to be especially involved with the paranormal, but it becomes hard to deny that your new place has some quirks.

warnings: nothing really just a little angst and a small kiss

wc: 2.6k

a/n: i forgot to write so it’s way to late…but i hope you like it!!

Though you haven’t taken in the fact a random dead poet from the 1500s living in your home, you decided you’ll just have to get used to it because you’re stuck with him as long as you live there.

In the morning, you get up to get ready for your first day at work. Your eyes open to see the dead man, Choi Beomgyu, looking at you. You scream, “Oh, what the fuck—” You say, scared for a second, and the man laughs in his oddly attractive voice. You sigh, “If you’re gonna show yourself, at least try not to give me a heart attack each time.”

The man laughs again. “Just for that, I’ll do it just like that each time,” he says with a smirk you’re already tired of seeing, even after knowing him for only a short time.

“Well, I’m gonna shower.” You turn around to grab your fresh and clean clothes, and you see him again, but he’s moved positions way too fast, and you forgot he’s a ghost.

### 🕸️

During your first day of work, your boss and a co-worker, Yeonjun, talk to you for a while. Yeonjun is teaching you how to cook fries, and you ask him, "So, what town are you from?"

He hums, shrugging his shoulders with a sigh. "I grew up here, but the people here suck. But I know a few good people."

He helps you take out the fries because they’re heavy, and you get his number for "work purposes," but you only want his number because he's hot.

Your boss is being rude because you dropped a singular fry. Yeonjun tells your boss, Soobin, "It's fine. It was an accident," with a smile. You sigh in relief, and Yeonjun pats your back.

When you serve your first customer, a super nice old lady, she asks for simple tasks. Once you serve her, she thanks you, and you thank her for coming.

Once you turn around, Yeonjun is doing something with another co-worker, Taehyun. You roll your eyes because you want to be out of there as fast as you can, having gotten no sleep last night because of a certain someone.

### 🕸️

Once you get home, Beomgyu is sitting on your bed, and you’re confused about why he's there. He asks, "Why are you here so late?" with a look that suggests he's mad.

You shrug. "I had to go to work." You put your keys away, and Beomgyu watches your steps. You sigh.

Beomgyu stands up to watch over you, though you don't realize it because you can't feel him. He says, "Why were you gone for so long, though?" which makes you jump.

"I don't know, I left during closing hours—" He cuts you off with a roll of his eyes and a certain movement you can barely make out, but he moved further away.

He says, "I wonder why you aren’t married to anybody by now. Your father would’ve sold you off." He snickers when you scoff.

You say with a sigh, "Fathers don’t give their daughters away in marriage anymore. Now it’s normal to just get married because you love each other."

He says, "But why aren’t you married? You’re beautiful. I���m sure some men would love to have you as a wife or something like that."

You smile and laugh. "I don’t know, I’ve just never found interest in the men around because either they’re weirdos or they're super annoying."

"Then why don’t you try to find someone who could make you happy?" he asks sweetly, oblivious to the fact it’s making you self-conscious because you’ve never really been with someone since boys suck.

You shrug. "I don’t know, but all I know is I'm tired, so I’m going to try to sleep. And don’t you watch over me like you did last night because it gave me nightmares."

He snickers. "I’ll try not to do that," he says in a flirty tone. You sigh because you’re literally talking to a dead person, a ghost you've barely acknowledged has been there for less than

### 🕸️

after a few weeks of working there, you and Yeonjun are good friends and you two are talking a bit through text

he’s sending flirty texts and you giggle responding back playfully “I like your new hair😼” he takes a little bit to respond but he ends up messaging back anyways

he replies “Thanks doll i haven’t heard anyone comment about it yet” You’re already imagining his fox are grin and it has you blushing and giggling like a lovesick highschool girl

Beomgyu sighs while sitting on the chair “y/n what are you doing?” he asked and he seemed annoyed or some reason because he knows you’re probably talking to some guy.

You just shrug “it’s nothing” but you forgot beomgyu doesn’t know what a phone is because he’s from the 1500s they didn’t have anything like a phone back then

once you’re done texting yeonjun and you finally get up from your messy bed that you made not even around an hour ago beomgyu is looking at you

you sigh “what do you want i don’t have all day,i have to go out of town to see my parents soon” but for some reason after you said that beomgyus face turned to something other then what you normally which is no emotions

beomgyu looks like a bit disappointed “y/n,you know i can’t leave the house right?” you nod and he just looks into your eyes with a strange look you can seem to hook onto

and once you’re ready for bed he’s just sitting on your desk chair watching your movements and you sigh “stop watching me you creep” you say no actually bite in your words but he seems hurt by your choice of words but he’s probably heard worse back in his days

in the morning your alarm goes off and you groan and as soon as you open your eyes beomgyu is standing at the end of your bed and you almost scream and he just chuckles “you’re late aren’t you supposed to be there at 8?,it’s 9am”

you grimace going to get off your bed and you roll your eyes at beomgyu snickering “back when i was-” you just death glare him because you have a terrible morning attitude your mother and father always told you about

as your putting up your hair and putting on your outfit that will just be covered by a apron but you don’t care. your bed is always warm and comfortable as soon as it’s time to actually do something

as you’re putting on your makeup beomgyu is standing behind you and you can’t see him in the mirror and you sigh as your phone buzzes from the 4th call form your boss

you decide to awnser and you hear soobins voice blaring through your phone speakers “why aren’t you at work we need you here”

you just say to soobin your boss “i accidentally woke up late but i’ll be in like 20 minutes is that alright?” you hear a quiet hum of conformation.

during your shift your boss is super disappointed your late on at least maybe your 4th week on the job and in the kitchen

he has yeonjun helping you so you don’t mess even though you’ve already got what you needed to do down yeonjun is talking about something and the only you catch onto is “my favorite poet is Choi Beomgyu but he never got to make a lot of famous poet because he died pretty young”

you don’t reply but your mind is everywhere even if you can’t find the right words and you know you’re getting yourself in a situation with a dead man who’s from the 1500s you think that your situation is anything but right

#### 🕸️

You're lying in your bed, talking to Beomgyu, and something comes to mind. "Hey, Beomgyu? You’re 21 right?" He nods.

"You liked to write, but what did you write about? I've been searching for something you wrote, but there's nothing I can find of your work when I search your name."

He sighs, waving you over to the computer. "Just type in these words for me princess." You nod, walking over to the computer he's gesturing towards.

You haven’t used this computer since you first moved in a few weeks ago, so it's collected a bit of dust over time.

He whispers into your ear, "Can you type in “Scary? My God, You’re Divine?”That’s the name of my most famous writings .." He trails off, and you obviously can’t tell what he’s thinking, but you feel exactly what he’s feeling: sadness.

The poem is sad and about how a princess couldn't love a goblin even though she loved him. The poem is full of emotion, but you don't feel it. Instead, you feel blank and nothing at all.

he says “that poem always has made me sad because it reminds me of..” he trails off as he hears the door bell ring and he jumps because he got scared and you chuckle at him slightly going to stand up from your desk chair

as you open the door is just yeonjun there and he asks “sorry for coming unannounced, your house is closer then mine is and it’s pouring”

“Uh, sure,” you respond, trying to shake off the sudden emotional weight from reading Beomgyu's poem. You glance back at the ghost,thinking yeonjun can see beomgyu.

Yeonjun steps inside, his eyes sweeping across your cluttered living room. “Nice place,” he comments, flashing that fox-like grin that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Thanks. It’s not much, but it’s home,” you say while pursuing your lips, leading him to the couch. As he sits down, you notice Beomgyu reappearing in the corner of the room, watching intently.

You clear your throat, trying to push the ghost out of your mind. “So, what’s up?”

Yeonjun shrugs. “I just wanted to hang out, maybe watch a movie or something.” His eyes flicker to the computer desk where the poem is still displayed. “What’s that?”

You feel a lump in your throat. “Oh, it’s just an old poem I found. Nothing special.”

Yeonjun gets up and walks over to the screen, reading the poem silently. “This is really good. Who wrote it?”

“Choi Beomgyu,” you answer quietly, glancing at the ghost. Beomgyu’s eyes are fixed on Yeonjun, his expression unreadable.

Yeonjun turns to you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “Never heard of him. Is he one of those obscure poets?”

You nod. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Yeonjun smiles and returns to the couch. “Well, whoever he is, he’s got talent.” He looks at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “So, movie?”

You laugh, feeling some of the tension dissolve. “Sure, let’s watch a movie.”

### 🕸️

As the night goes on, you and Yeonjun laugh and talk through the movie, the awkwardness and stress of the day melting away. Beomgyu, however, remains a silent observer, his presence a constant reminder of your unusual situation.

After the movie ends, Yeonjun stretches and yawns. “I should probably get going. Early shift tomorrow.”

You walk him to the door, and as he steps out, he turns back to you. “I had a great time tonight. We should do this more often.”

You smile. “I’d like that.”

Yeonjun leans in and, for a moment, you think he’s going to kiss you. But he pulls back, his cheeks slightly flushed. “Goodnight, Y/n.” your name sounds heavenly on his lips.

“night, Yeonjun,” you reply, watching as he walks down the hallway.

### 🕸️

The next day at work, you find yourself in the bustling kitchen, prepping ingredients alongside Yeonjun. He's explaining the nuances of seasoning while you focus on slicing vegetables with newfound skill. Amidst the clatter and sizzle, your boss, Soobin, eyes you both critically from afar.

"So, Y/n, how are you finding the rhythm here?" Yeonjun asks, deftly flipping a pan of sautéing vegetables.

You glance at him, a small smile playing on your lips. "It's getting better. Still trying not to drop fries though," you joke, remembering your initial mishap.

Yeonjun chuckles. "You're doing great. Just take it easy. Soobin can be a bit uptight, but he means well."

As if on cue, Soobin marches over, his expression a mix of irritation and impatience. "Y/n, you're lagging on the dessert prep. Pick up the pace!"

By the end of the day, as you wipe down the counters, Yeonjun approaches with a smile. "Not bad for a busy day, huh?"

You laugh softly, feeling a camaraderie that's grown since your first clumsy moments in the kitchen. "Thanks to you. I would've drowned in potatoes without your help."

Yeonjun grins, leaning against the counter. "Anytime, Y/n. Hey, how about we grab dinner after this? My treat."

You hesitate, glancing at Beomgyu, who's watching silently from the corner. His expression is unreadable, but you feel his presence weighing on your decision.

"I'd like that," you reply finally with a pink tint in your cheeks, turning back to Yeonjun with a genuine smile. "Let's do it."

As you lock up the kitchen together, heading out into the evening, you can't shake the feeling that this unexpected connection with Yeonjun might lead to something more than just a casual friendship. And amidst all the chaos of your unusual life, that thought brings a flicker of excitement and hope that you could finally find love.

### 🕸️

The evening with Yeonjun turns out to be unexpectedly delightful. Over dinner, you find yourselves sharing stories and laughing at each other's anecdotes. Yeonjun's easygoing charm and genuine interest in you make the hours fly by. As you walk home together, under the glow of streetlights and the patter of rain, you realize how comfortable you feel around him, despite the presence of Beomgyu lingering in your thoughts.

When you reach your doorstep, Yeonjun hesitates before speaking. "Y/n, I've really enjoyed tonight. I... I hope we can do this again."

You smile warmly, touched by his sincerity. "I'd like that too, Yeonjun."

He nods, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "Great. Well, goodnight then.but before you go can i ask you a simple favor?”

You nod, blushing softly at his closeness. He asks with a fox-like tilt of his head and a smirk, "Can you kiss me?"

Your insides feel like fireworks exploding. "Yeonjun..." you trail off as you lean closer to press your lips to his. His lips are just as soft as you thought they'd be.

As the kiss ends faster than you wished it would, it's slightly awkward as he says, "It's late. You should sleep."

### 🕸️

Back inside your apartment, Beomgyu is waiting, his expression a mix of curiosity and something you can't quite place. "So, how was your date?" he asks casually, though his eyes betray a deeper interest.

You shrug, trying to sound nonchalant. "It was nice. Yeonjun's a good guy."

Beomgyu raises an eyebrow. "Just nice?"

You sigh, knowing you can't hide much from him. "Okay, it was more than nice. He's funny, and we have a lot in common. But..." You glance at Beomgyu, hesitant to voice your concerns about dating while living with a ghost from the 1500s.

"But?" Beomgyu prompts, sensing your hesitation.

"But there's you," you admit softly. "I mean, you're always here, and Yeonjun doesn't know..."

Beomgyu chuckles, a rueful smile playing on his lips. "That I'm dead and haunting your apartment?"

You nod sheepishly.

He sighs, his demeanor softening. "Y/n, you deserve happiness. If Yeonjun makes you happy, don't let my presence hold you back. I'm just a ghost from the past."

You meet his gaze, feeling a pang of guilt mixed with gratitude for his understandings. "Thank you, Beomgyu."

As you end up just staring at the wall around 2 am, you keep thinking about your kiss with Yeonjun. But you know it's stupid to actually care about Beomgyu too.. right?

end part 2

taglist: @hyukascampfire

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Group A, Round 2, Poll 1:

Propaganda under the cut

Emma Frost

Telepath, which is *the* gaslight-gatekeep-girlboss superpower, especially when you’re a supervillain! Emma’s rich, grew up rich, left her shitty abusive homophobic dad, and then proceeded to lie steal manipulate and leave brain dead everyone in her way to become a millionaire and one of the heads of the rich people kink club that secretly runs the world. Yes this is 100% canon since 1980 thank Chris Claremont. She’s a Bitch (affectionate, self identified). She mindwipes people all the dang time. She once blew up a horse to convince a teenager to murder her coworker. She is girlbossing so close to the sun (Dark Phoenix) she ends up comatose and nearly dead like multiple times and then just gets up and keeps Girlbossing! Her secondary power is to turn into literal diamond, which she learns after she’s like the only survivor of a six-million person genocide, and then uses entirely to fuck people up. I’d say she’s definitely girlboss 1st, there are no limits to the things she can’t girlboss, and her real superpower is being rich and ruthless, gaslight 2nd, because she is a telepath who constantly manipulated people for fun, and then gatekeeper 3rd, because, well, she is trying to build a community for all mutants, so her hate keeping is very much telling humans to fuck off (when not manipulating them for money) but justified gatekeeping is still gatekeeping. Kick Tony Stark and Carol Danvers off your property when they try and moralize at you Queen.

She’s a mutant telepath who started off as a super villain and now uses that bitchiness and moral grayness to serve her ethnostate…for the children

She's da blue print babeey

Lady Ethel Mallory

Lady Ethel is the marketing specialist for an evil corporation that's trying to put everyone in these dreaming boxes, all of her broadcasts are about how the boxes are great and the company is great and it's a whole nice family in there but it's just fake dreams and she also met with the guy that put people's ghosts (including his son) into a bunch of instruments to make an army and she wanted his methods of doing that, great lengths are taken to keep everyone in the dreaming boxes, all of her broadcasts are hijacking the actual narrators broadcast, and she's really tall/has sharp teeth/big heart shaped sunglasses/and has giant flies for pets and surveillance. seems pretty gaslight/gatekeep/girlboss to me

Important Lady Ethel facts you need to know: -She's 9ft tall ...nope, that's it, that's all you need to know.

she's the marketing executive of a company that gaslights millions of people a day. She is IN CHARGE OF THE GASLIGHTING DEPARTMENT. She is also in charge of writing the gatekeeping guidlines. There is no character on this planet more gaslight gatekeep girlboss than her

artist: @ a-duck-of-wellington

[seryu-17]

Most underrated vocals in KPOP (my opinion)pt.1

My most underrated vocals in K-Pop. This is only my opinion and isn't supposed to hurt anyone. Let me know your opinion in the comments. Who do you think has underrated vocals?

I don't hate any of the idols or the groups. If I don't mention an idol that has an amazing voice doesn't mean I hate them, I am just gonna talk about the ones I think get too less attention. There are way more idols to mention!

The8: I mean, have you seen his voclas in "Fallin' Flower", "Anyone" and "Home; Run"!?!?!? ""Hai Cheng"?!?!? For me he has one of the most underrated vocals. Give this man some more lines please. Btw I love "Side by Side" both versions.

Jun: When we are talking about The8 than we also have to mention Jun as well! His vocals as well in ""Fallin' Flower" are just so underrated and amazing, but as well as in "_World"

S.Coups and Vernon: Vernon's part in "_World" and "Circles". S.Coups soft part in the end of "Rock with you" or "Circles" are just amazing. Their rap is even more amazing but when they have vocal lines they're killing it.

Wonwoo: Even if he is in the Hip-Hop Team, his vocals are so amazing. His low voice gets me everytime. Just look at "Circles" and "Ima". When he covered S.Coups part there. Everyone in SVT has amazing vocals in my opinion. The mentioned ones are just underrrated in my opinion.

Yuqi: Now that she dropped her first album she gained more attention, I guess but before that I think she mostly got praised for her deep voice and her nice vocals with her deep voice but she proved that she definetly can hit those high notes! For example the high note in "Eyes Roll" so amazing, my jaw DROPPED imidiatly. Don't get we wrong. I love Yuqi and her deep voice but when I heard her in "Eyes Roll"....damn.

Soyeon: jumping from Yuqi to Soyeon. I guess after Super Lady she defenitly proved that she can hit thos high notes. In a video she or Minne? said that neither Minnie nor Miyeon could hit the high notes in the beggining so Soyeon did it herself. I don't wanna say that Soyeon is a THE best vocalist in G-Idle, but she defenitly proofed that she isn't simply a rapper. She is also the one who records the song for the members so they know how they have to sing it.

RM: Just look at the song 4 o'clock by V and RM. He's an amazing rapper, but in 4 o'clock we can see that he has a soft deep voice and I appriciate that. But we can also hear his beautiful voice in his album "Indigo". Other example is his song "Lonely" and "tokyo". He's not my fav in this list but I defenitly think that his vocal potential is underrated!

Mina: I know, a lot like her and I do too, but I don't think that she gets the attention she deserve for her vocals. Her "Snowman" cover is absolutley beautiful, change my mind. But also her vocals in "Boqute", "Marshmellow" and "Do not touch" are sooooo beautiful.

Chaeyoung: Chaeyoung's cover of Justin Biber's song is just so good and I love the "Popstar Chaeyoung Remix". As well as Dahyuns vocals, aslo pretty underrated sometimes! Like her in "I GOT YOU".

Changbin: You you ever seen his performance in the masked singer??? I never could have thought that this is him. If you haven't seen it...here. I LOVE HIS RAP, but this...this is just different. I don't want to say that he has the best vocals in SKZ, I just think that his vocals are underrated.

11. Hwang Hyunjin: Watch his 00s "Psycho" performance. He sings the high notes. I just think that now day he doesn't get enough chances to proof that he can serve beautiful vocals as well. I know that Hyunjin gets praised alot, I just think that his vocals don't get enough attention. I mean, he is the Versace prince himself and SKZ attended the Met Gala.

All of these idols and groups are amazing and should be praised for their hard work and all the groups and idols I haven't mentioned in this round are also amazing and deserve every love and recognition. These are also just 11 idols which I mentioned, there are way more to mention. Let me know your opinion.

[joe9cool]

Collide-Epilogue 2 Part 2- Take My Hand

A/N: As usual, don't steal my work, I only own my characters. I do not know or affiliated with the Chargers. This is fanfiction only. Enjoy

The whole plane ride home was a different atmosphere. The guys were fired up, but exhausted, most of them were using the ride to sleep. They already knew that once they landed there was going to be no time to rest, as they were heading straight to the stadium to celebrate with their fans before the official parade the following day.

They also had some television appearances (which Justin was super excited about.) Sara was tired, as much as she wanted to attend the rallies and the parties. She had a court wedding to plan.

Justin was napping next to her. He had told her, in a whisper, he wanted to be as well rested as possible for their wedding day.

It was surreal to her, she was getting married today. As much as she made a big deal of waiting til the party to make it official, she loved this idea. Eloping, saying their vows in private and it just being both of them.

Well not just them, they did need a witness. Sara thought about her sisters. Brittany and Katie were in town, they could easily serve as the witness. However, she was the closest with Alyssa and Brent, and it would kill them if they weren't there.

Speaking of, she had to respond to their texts of congratulations. Also she had to pick out something to wear, cause she wanted pictures, but who was going to take them? Maybe the witness, well that person needed to be a good photographer…"

"What's going through your head right now?" Sara snapped out of her daze and looked to see Justin staring at her. "I've been up for five minutes and you're just staring straight ahead. Like you're in a trance."

She shook her head. "Sorry, just planning our courthouse wedding."

"I thought the point of the courthouse wedding was so it wouldn't be stressful?" He smiled and she laughed. "I know, but you think I'm really going to allow us to go there in just Nike clothes?"

"I’m in." He dodged a swat. He laughed. "No, I understand. I have a nice tan suit, the one I wore to Fehoko's wedding. You liked that one, couldn't keep your hands off of me." He smiled, most likely remembering when they got back to the hotel after the reception.

"Oh that's a good one." She thought about it. "I have no idea, I guess I could wear one of my outfits that was picked for the wedding weekend." She thought. "Well if I get spotted wearing white that will make it obvious."

He laughed. "Don't overthink it babe. You and me tonight. Meet me at the foyer, your assistant can serve as a witness."

She nodded.

The rest of the plane ride was full of chatter as everyone began to wake up from their quick power naps. Once the plane landed the players were let out first to the screams of the crowd. Hoisting the Lombardi trophy over his head, Staley gave a quick speech thanking the fans for their support. The players were signing autographs while the Lady Bolts made it to the cars to head home.

She was heading to her assistant's apartment to pick up the cats (and to drop the bomb) she zoomed in and out of traffic, not caring if people were recording or if she ended up on tmz later.

Reaching her floor after getting past security she knocked rapidly. She wished she called first in case she wasn't home.

"Hi Sara! Eugene and Nova are ready to go!" She stepped into the apartment and grabbed the carriers containing the meowing cats. "How were they!"

"Angel's!" Sara gave her assistant a look. "Well Eugene had some difficulty taking his pain med so I had to stuff it in a sardine." They both laughed. "Congratulations to Justin by the way. Wow with the superbowl and the wedding, you must have a lot on your plate! Maybe you can have the Lombardi trophy there!"

Sara didn't think of that. Too busy wrapped up in trying to plan this last minute courthouse wedding. "It's so nice that your friends and family are all celebrating you. That's what it is about. Love." Hannah smiled.

Sara nodded. "Yes, Justin and I are very blessed."

Grabbing a carrier containing a cat, they headed down towards Sara's car. Once loaded up, Hannah asked her. "Hey, was there anything important you wanted to tell me? You kinda got here fast, and with no warning. Did I forget something?" The assistant was nervous, like she was going to get fired for forgetting something.

This was it, Sara could tell her to help her pick out an outfit and serve as a witness. "No, I'm just in a hurry. I've been on autopilot since January. You know how it is."

Hannah smiled. "Oh yeah, well it will calm down, and you can enjoy your Bachelorette party! Bella and your sisters made all of the arrangements! A few days away will be just what the doctor ordered!"

"Oh definitely. Thank you for everything." In a spur of the moment, Sara threw her arms around her, which she knew her friend was surprised about. Sara always kept her at a distance, afraid of letting her in due to her previous predecessor. Hannah reciprocated the hug. "It's no problem. You know we started off as friends." Sara nodded, feeling emotional. "Yes I know, and I know I've been all business since hiring you. But thank you so much for everything. I cannot thank you enough."

Hannah smiled brightly. "Seeing you happy and getting everything you deserve is thanks enough."

—------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Once home, and the cats were eating their lunch, Sara unpacked her suitcases. She tried to be as normal as possible despite all of the chaos. On autopilot, she looked at what to make for dinner, totally forgetting about the events tonight.

Her phone buzzed on the counter, grabbing it, she smiled reading the message.

Justin I can't wait to marry you.

It was still around 1pm, so once he was done with all of his fan obligations, he would be home and getting ready.

Deciding to dedicate the rest of the time to a mini spa day, she popped open a bottle of wine, and grabbed a bottle of champagne for when they got home from the magistrate. Running towards their master bathroom, she slathered her face in a mask, and her hair in coconut oil. It was up to her to do hair and makeup for her ceremony so she was watching ideas on her phone while doing a pedi and shaving over the tub.

Sara exfoliated in the shower, getting all the craziness of yesterday off of her. It took a bit longer than usual, but it was worth it in all aspects. She knew she was going to be busy tonight.

Once finished, she lotioned up and began her skincare. She was grateful she had gotten a facial before the superbowl. As she finished up and was in their huge joint closet trying to figure out what to wear. She could wear white, but she didn't want to tip anyone off. While friends might not assume anything, their families would. Speaking of, they were supposed to attend a party tonight with both families. Maybe they could make a late appearance

As she was looking through her rack of dresses, there was one that caught her eye, and she pulled the hanger out.

It was the satin emerald green cocktail dress she wore to Joe and Alisha's July 2022 wedding.

The same dress she wore when she met Justin's for the first time.

He had complimented her on it during their conversation, and she proceeded to launch into a five minute spiel about how it was her favorite color and she hated green as a kid. She was worried she scared him off, but he laughed and said usually everyone's favorite color is blue, so it's different.

She smiled, it had so many memories, and suddenly, the dress was perfect, even more so than the one she would actually be wearing on the day.

She laid it out on the bed, and began to style her hair. She kept it down in loose curls. Her makeup was simple, but played it up to make her eyes pop.

It was around 6pm by the time she was done and had all of her and Justin's documents needed to give to the courthouse. Hearing the door opening in the foyer, she walked out to see Justin in a simple black suit, and Mitch and Isabelle dressed up as well.

"I told them our plans." He said, seeing the confused and concerned look on her face. "We needed witnesses, and I honestly knew you wouldn't tell Hannah because of security reasons."

Mitch cut in. "It will be our little secret, mom, dad, Patrick and Carly went out to Mike's house for a party, I said we might join them later. "

Sara smiled. "You're right, I didn't tell Hannah, but I'm glad to have you guys here."

Truth be told, she didn't tell Hannah because she was afraid of leaks. She actually had second doubts about eloping. But when she saw the green dress, something in her knew that this was the right decision, and having Mitch and Isabelle here felt right. She wanted to be married to Justin as soon as possible.

"I called the office and they are staying open. Do you have our documents?" She nodded and held up two long envelopes. "We got our licenses?" He nodded. 

Isabelle stepped forward. "I stopped at Whole Foods and picked out a vanilla bean cake for you guys. There's also champagne so we can all celebrate after."

Sara smiled. Justin grabbed her hand. "Let's get married."

—--------------------------------------------------------------

"Thank you Judge Hemmons, we really appreciate you making time for this." Justin smiled as he shook their hand

The older man laughed. "Well it's not everyday a superbowl champion and his famous fiance ask me to stay late and marry them in secret. You do realize though that once this is registered tomorrow this will be available to the public?" They both nodded. Truth be told they didn't expect anyone to go searching for the records. The rest of her family was coming out the day after the parade to celebrate. Brent was injured, so he and Alyssa were going to leave the kids with his parents. 

They would break the news over dinner at the house.

"Paperwork is filed out, do you have the rings?" Justin spoke up. "We actually didn't bring them, since we wouldn't be able to wear them."

the older man nodded in understanding. "What about vows?" 

Justin and Sara agreed in the car that they would say their personal written vows to each other and do something else for the wedding in front of everyone. It saved the awkwardness of everyone seeing them be vulnerable. 

"Okay. Now let's begin." They stood in front of the judge and held hands while Mitch and Isabelle stood off to the side.

"We gather here today to join Justin Patrick Herbert and Sara Christine Wozniak in this union of marriage. Before we go further you both understand you are entering this legal binding union?"

"We do." They both spoke, staring into each other's eyes. 

"You may now speak your vows." Sara gestured at Justin to go first. He cleared his throat. 

"Sara, I never thought we'd be here. Although I always wanted to be here from the moment I came by your house for a movie night, and we watched Shrek 2." Everyone laughed. "And despite that, I knew I'd done everything to destroy what we had."

Justin paused, and the tears came to his eyes. Sara found herself getting emotional. Choked up, he continued. "But here you stand before me, loving me, and supporting me even when I didn't deserve it.  I can't promise our lives will be smooth sailing, but I promise that I will always be there through the good times and bad. I will be there with you watching our days pass by in the rearview mirror. You're the love of my life, and no matter what happens, I will give you and our marriage my all."

Just those short words were so sweet and made her emotional. Taking a deep breath, and thanking God for waterproof eye makeup, she began. "Justin, I read a quote that said. "Someday, someone will come into your life, and make you understand why it never worked out with anyone else."

She took another deep breath. "At that time, I thought that moment would never happen to me. I watched as everyone had their fairytale, and I came to a conclusion that I was happy on my own. Until you came into my life. Then all my tears, all of the pain, didn't matter. In these coming years, many things will change, but the way I feel for you in this moment will stay . I vow to be the best wife, and mother to our children. I love you Justin Patrick, and I can't imagine my life without you."

She heard sniffling  behind her.  The judge cleared his throat. "Do you Justin Patrick take Sara Christine to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Justin nodded, before realizing he needed to speak. "I do."

"Sara Christine, do you take Justin Patrick to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"Then I hereby pronounce you in the state of California and the City of Irvine husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Justin picked Sara up, and their lips connected, tasting the saltiness of their tears. The flash of the camera pulled them away, as Isabelle was taking tons of photos on their phone.

After signing the wedding certificate and the documents to change Sara's last name. They took tons of photos, then decided to dine at one of the fanciest restaurants before having cake and champagne at home.

They were sifted at the back of the restaurant. The owner came over and gave the group whatever they wanted. At one point during dinner Isabelle spoke up. "So are you planning to tell everyone soon?"

Justin took a sip of his wine. "Yes, the rest of Sara's family is going to come after the parade tomorrow. So we are going to have a big barbecue the next day and tell everyone."

"How do you think your family is going to take it?" Mitch looked worried for his new sister in law. Sara sighed. "They aren't going to be happy. But then again, it's like they always expected it from me. So who knows? But it's not like we are going to cancel the actual wedding. It's just not going to be legally binding since that's already happened. Probably more spiritual? Maybe we can incorporate a little more catholic traditions? So that might ease any anger." 

Again, Sara didn't know how her family was going to take it. They always told her she was probably going to elope if she ever found someone. As soon as they told her parents and sisters they were engaged they were expecting a huge wedding in Pennsylvania. At one point Cathy suggested they have the ceremony and reception at home. Since they had space and could decorate the huge land. Cathy got emotional just thinking of it.

She knew they were upset that the wedding was being held in Oregon. To be honest she thought she should host it In a neutral place. But that would make no sense with Justin's side.

Food and drinks were flowing, and the group had to wait as they were a little tipsy. Mitch paid the bill, which Justin tried to fight on. But his older brother was having none of it. "You think the best man who is a doctor is going to let the groom buy dinner on his wedding day?"

On the drive back, Justin, feeling the drinks, was all over Sara. "Hey guys." He called from the back seat. "After the cake you should probably take a drive by the beach for a while because I don't think you want to hear screaming."

"Justin!" Sara was red. Isabelle was laughing, Mitch groaned. "I think I liked it better when you were all awkward."

"Excuse my husband." Sara said and stopped. She looked at Justin who gave her the same smile. "You're my husband." Sara gushed, then continued. "Holy shit we are married!"

He laughed. “You’re my wife. Mrs Sara Herbert.” She giggled, drunk on cocktails and love. “I moved up in the alphabet."

He nuzzled her neck. "I love you my wife." He muttered. She smiled. "I love you my husband."

"Yeah I think we are just going to get a few things from your house and leave you alone." Isabelle laughed.

However, as they pulled up they saw the lights on. "I thought everyone was supposed to be at the party." Mitch was confused.

Justin sighed. "It seems like everyone had a change of plans. Come on, we will celebrate later." They all got out of the car once Mitch parked

Sara was annoyed. "But it's going to be total chaos this week." She yelped when he slapped her ass. "Stop being a brat." He growled. He wrapped his long arm around her.

Upon entering, they saw Patrick,Carly, his parents, Scott, Brittney, Katie and Charles. "There you are! We were waiting for you guys at Mike's house. What happened? And why did you guys get dressed up?" Holly was confused, looking between the whole group that just entered.

"I wanted to take Sara out, you know, just private time since this week is going to be chaos." Justin lied.

"Didn't you go out with Mitch and Isabelle?"

Mitch cut in. "Yeah we ran into each other and just decided to join them."

Patrick huffed. "Thanks for the invite jerks."

"Well sorry, but we thought you were going to be at the party late." Justin was trying to hide the agitation in his voice.

"Well, it got a little out of control and the cops came by. It's all over TMZ sports." Mark laughed.

Katie interrupted. "We kept calling and texting you. Mike sent us home with a ton of leftovers. Which There is no room because there's a cake in the fridge? Where did you get that?"

Isabelle cut in. "Well I saw it at Whole Foods and remembered it was Sara's favorite."

"Why were you at Whole foods?" Brittney looked at them suspicious. One thing about Sara's family was that they were going to ask questions.

Sara jumped in. "I mentioned I needed a few things for the barbecue. Didn't have it. Well we have cake now, and champagne. And since almost everyone is here we can have a proper toast." She pulled out the champagne glasses while Isabelle grabbed the cake and the bottle out of the fridge.

"We should probably change. I'm not too comfortable in this suit. I'm sure you want to get the dress off." It was a hint that Justin wanted Sara to join him in the bedroom." Sara nodded. "We will be right back." She told the crowd before following her husband into their bedroom.

Once in and the door was shut behind them. Justin groaned, and Sara laughed. "Relax, we will have some time to celebrate by ourselves."

"Maybe we need to take the drive by the beach." Justin unbuttoned his shirt. She laughed. "And risk getting caught and making the news?"

"Good point." Justin came behind her and unzipped her dress. "Thanks baby."

It was funny, watching them undress in the mirror. She didn't even realize she stared off into space until he said something. "What's on your mind?"

She shook her head. "Come on, tell me."

She laughed."I was just taking in everything around me. Watching you do your night routine. We are already such a married couple." She smiled up at Justin and he laughed. "I know. I can see us right now getting ready for our ten year anniversary. Our kids clamoring to get our attention.''

The thought warmed her up, until there was a knock at the door. "Are you guys coming? The cake looks really good."

Both sighing, they finished their routines before coming out. "Sorry, my zipper got stuck."

"Uh huh. Sure" Patrick joked. "Already getting a head start on the honeymoon?"

Justin froze, but Sara played it cool. "We are saving ourselves for marriage. I don't know what you're talking about." She shot back.

"Yeah I remember the first time you came to Oregon."

"Please, I would not like to know anything like that about my sister." Katie put an end to it.

The champagne was poured, the toasts were made, and the cake was cut. Despite It being an unbeknownst spoiler, it turned out to be a good night. Sara could see Justin relax and happier around the family.

Everyone agreed to turn in a little earlier than planned. It was a big day tomorrow with the parade. As Sara laid snuggled into him as Justin rubbed her back. "We're married." He whispered. She giggled. "Yep. I got the paperwork to go online and change my last name next week." She kissed him and he moaned into it. "You know we could sorta celebrate." She kissed his neck and began to move down.

"Babe, you parents are sleeping on the pullout couch right outside, and while I'm proud of it, you're not exactly quiet." She huffed. "I hate that you're right." He laughed.

"Don't expect that to happen often." It was silent, and she thought that he was drifting off to sleep until he spoke. "Don't think I didn't notice the dress you wore." He whispered. Turning to her. "I love that you wore that one."

"I knew you would." She kissed him again. After another moment of silence she whispered again. "We are married!"

She heard him laugh. "We are." There was a pause. "So how should we make that announcement?"

She shrugged. "Maybe during dinner. We tell them the wedding is still happening. But we are legally married. But we stress that we are having a catholic ceremony to please my mom."

He laughed. "So you're going to tell everyone that you're going to obey me?"

She smacked his stomach. "Fuck no."

They burst out laughing. "Happy wedding day my love." They intertwined fingers.

"Officially marking it. February 10th is the best day of my life." Justin smiled. "Mine too."

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Sara's family came the evening after the parade. It was total chaos. Some family were staying with Justin and Sara, others were staying in her old house. The kids were upset they weren't staying with their aunt and uncle.

At one point Justin remarked. "We should maybe consider getting a bigger house."

It was chaos, and they loved it. It made them think of the future, a house full of chaos with their own children someday.

It was now the day they were going to announce their marriage, and Justin and Sara were picking up last minute things at Costco's. It was nice to get back to normal after months of well, not normal. Between Press for both, and the overall football season it was a lot. As they made their way down the aisles. Justin remarked. "I think we should do a little getaway. Like a weekend trip to a Vineyard."

Sara smiled as she put some fresh vegetables in the cart. "That'd be nice." They passed by the huge display of roses and balloons. The arch saying. 'Happy Valentine's Day' Sara glanced at it. "Isn't Valentine's Day tomorrow?"

He looked up from the bouquet of flowers. "Huh. I guess it is." They both looked at each other and began laughing. "Wow. Our first married Valentine's day together and we totally forgot. Aren't we so good at this marriage thing?" Sara spoke softly so no one around her heard.

"Jeez, I'm probably the worst husband right now." They laughed again. "Well since we're here can I pick out my bouquets?"

Justin nodded. "I should probably get some for our moms to smooth things over."

"Good idea." They spent a few minutes trying to decide which mom would like what before they headed out.

Loading the huge batch of groceries in Sara's SUV they headed back to the house. Stuck in traffic Sara turned on the radio to get news and weather reports. However, after flipping through multiple stations, she ended up on the top 40 countdown. Justin was tapping on the steering wheel.

"Here we have Angie with the entertainment news." Ryan Seacrest's voice announced. "Apparently we have wedding bells!"

"Yes Ryan. Breaking News this morning as TMZ reports Sara Wozniak and Los Angeles Chargers Quarterback Justin Herbert tied the knot at the Irvine courthouse the day after The Chargers became Super Bowl Champs. The media outlet obtained a copy of the marriage license, which was filed Tuesday in Orange County. The couple reps couldn't be reached for comment. It is unclear if they are still going to hold a bigger ceremony which the bride gave details on planning last year."

Silence.

The air left the car.

The couple didn't even realize the cars ahead of them moved until the blaring of a horn brought them back to reality. "Oh my god." Justin finally whispered as he began to drive forward.

Sara just stared off into space. This was bad. Very bad. This wasn't how she wanted her family to find out. "Maybe they don't know. I mean it's the radio, no one listens to it." She tried to calm down until she pulled out her phone

40 missed calls 58 texts

Heidi. Alex. Alyssa. Brittany. Mom. Dad. Bella. AnnSophie

Justin exited off the main road and pulled into a parking lot. Pulling out his phone he sighed as he saw the insane amount of missed calls from his team and family. "Fuck." He whispered.

"What do we do?" Sara honestly didn't know. She felt the tears come to her eyes as she thought about how her family felt.

"Call Heidi first. She will know everything." Justin spoke like a true Hollywood veteran.

Heidi picked up on the first ring. "It's everywhere. Even local news outlets picked up on it. They called your parents for comments. Your mom went off on a rant on how she didn't know and how sad it was she had to find out from them. The media is all over that."

"Oh My god." Sara pinched her nose. It was even worse than she thought. "What else?"

"You guys weren't very slick. There's blurry photos of you and Justin, and well as two other people entering the courthouse in the back."

Justin spoke up. "How did they even get those photos?"

"Someone probably saw you and hid in the bushes across the street."

"Look I could put out a statement or keep silent. Justin's team reached out and we just all agreed to keep silent for now."

"That's fine. Don't say anything." After talking about their next course of action. Heidi said her and Alex where already on their way to the house to discuss future details, they hung up." Taking a deep breath Sara began crying. Justin gathered her in his arms as best as he could. "Hey, Hey it will be okay."

"No its not! This is not how I wanted them to find out! And now they think the worst. My family never spoke to the press unless it was a planned interview or under my control." She sobbed.

"That wasn't cool of her." Justin was already cursing out his mother in law. "She is probably just upset. She will get over it"

"You don't understand. We finally have a good relationship…." She trailed off and Justin knew what she meant. She thought she was going to jeopardize it.

He shook his head. "Sara. We are grown adults. We are still going to have the ceremony and celebration, but this was just for us. You don't… regret us getting married do you?" His voice was shaky

Immediately she shook her head. "I don't regret it at all. I'm just mad that once again my news got leaked before I could tell them. I don't understand why it's such a big deal? My marriage doesn't affect my fans' lives."

He smiled. "I mean your fans are crazy." It was true. He gained so many followers. Leaving comments asking him if he could fight and threatening harm if he hurt Sara. There were a couple of fan pages that disapproved of him, trying to dig up into his past that he wasn't worthy of their idol.

"Wanna just run away for a bit? We can get started on an early honeymoon and make up for our wedding night?" He wiggled his eyebrows and she giggled. Kissing him quickly. "As much as I would love to, we have groceries, and we do owe them to hear it from us."

It was the fact that her husband had the ability to calm her down and make her see rationally. He grabbed her hand and brought it up to her lips. "At least I can start wearing my athletic wedding band." She smiled. She got him a rubber gray band for him to wear during workouts or on the field if he wanted. "True."

They drove back home, Justin purposely taking the long way and driving slower than usual. Sara smiled, as much as he gave the pep talk she knew he was a little terrified of seeing her parents upset. He had never seen them really mad. He had been exposed to many of the arguments Sara had with her sisters and was immune to it, since they always made up a day later.

Finally, they pulled up to the house, and cars were everywhere. Sara even recognized Latrell's car and Justin knew his management's car. Justin and Sara approached the door with the boxes of items in their hands.

The door opened, and they were greeted with Charlie, the now preteen being almost his aunt's height. He closed the door behind them. "I just want to let you know it's bad. All these people are here, and grandma and grandpa got into it with Mr. And Mrs. Herbert."

Sara and Justin took a deep breath. Charlie, being the wise one that he is, filled them in. "Okay so Grandma is accusing the Herbert's of knowing and plotting behind our backs. Your business people are upset because I guess you guys have no prenup, and then the little kids are crying because they think you're nor having the party. Uncle Brent just wants to leave and got yelled at when he said everyone was being dramatic."

Justin rubbed his head. "I'm sorry you had to be exposed to that kid. But thank you. Now what kinda car do you want when you get your license?"

"Justin!" Sara looked at Charlie. "Thank you, just don't ask for a Lamborghini or something ridiculous."

"Charlie? Charlie? Charles Burke!" The door opened and Katie appeared. After shooing her son inside she glared at the couple. "I see you planned on hiding and avoiding us?"

Sara went to speak up but her mom appeared from behind Katie. "Sara Christine Wozniak, get your ass in here."

Justin's jaw dropped, not believing Sara was spoken to that way. Granted they were still her parents, but she was almost thirty years old. His parents never spoke to him that way.

She grabbed his hand and he squeezed it for reassurance, he wasn't sure if it was for him or her and followed her into the living room. Where everyone was waiting for them. It was both of their immediate families, his and her management. There were about fifteen or more people and they were all upset.

Justin and Sara sat next to each other on the couch. After a few moments of silence Sara began to talk. "You know how this isn't how we wanted-"

"Do you know how it feels to find out your daughter got married from a total stranger calling you?" Mike began and everyone could tell he was trying to hold back his anger.

"Dad-" her mom cut in "no you don't! That's why you did what you did. You've always been selfish."

Justin couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Cathy-"

"That's Mrs. Wozniak to you!" He sighed. "It was my idea."

"Oh I bet it was." She looked at Mark and Holly. "You two were there!"

Mark, having enough sighed. "That's ridiculous if you paid attention. We were at the same party that night!"

"But you knew! You knew your son and his girlfriend would be there!"

Mitch sighed. "It was last minute!"

Patrick cut in. "Yeah thanks for thinking of us guys."

"It was just for us! We needed a witness!" Justin threw his hands up

Cathy cut in again. "Yeah and you did not once think that Sara should have her family there. You made it all about yours! With this wedding you won't have it where she grew up! Her family and friends won't be able to show up!" She once again looked at her daughter who had her head down. "Now you're robbing us of a wedding in general!"

"I hope you realize you let down many people. Your own nieces are upset because they won't get to be flower girls!" Brittany cut in.

Sara looked up. Tears gathered in her eyes. "That's not true! We are still having a wedding!"

Cathy threw her hands up! "What's even the point! Your family might as well not show up since you made it clear you don't want us!"

Mike spoke. "Your mother has a point. I thought we were on the mend, and now you go back to shutting us out. I don't understand."

"I'm not shutting you out!" Sara ran her hands through her hair. Justin was speechless. He had never seen this side of the Wozniak family. He knew they had a not perfect relationship. He remembered the early days of their relationship when she didn't speak of her family and the little she spoke he was disturbed. Justin thought Mike's heart attack changed everyone.

But now seeing them tearing into her made him consider something. He wasn't sure he even wanted them there, or around any future kids if they were going to cause his wife this much pain.

"Also can we talk about how stupid this decision was!" Katie jumped in. "I mean you didn't even sign anything. No prenup! Asserts are unprotected! Me and Latrell have been trying to get you two to sit down with Justin's accountant to discuss if there was a divorce. Oh my god Sara California is a 50-50 state!"

"We could do a postnuptial agreement." Latrell cut in. Uncomfortable on intruding in a family conversation.

"Well first we have to do damage control, Sara, I need to book you on a tv show. I was thinking Late night, you got to clear it up and say it was a misunderstanding. Heidi pulled out her phone. “I have to call Alex and get you booked.”

“Like hell you are! I don’t regret what I said. Don’t you think the world should know how hurt this family is over your actions!”--

Mike shook his head. "I'm not upset, just disappointed in you two. Was this your plan of revenge? To exclude us?"

Holly cut in. "We aren't too happy about this either. We are getting harassed by extended family. Everything is up in the air!"

Brittany rolled her eyes. "Oh please save it.

"Hey Carly and I are still upset. We were left out as well!"

Everyone began talking over each other and arguing. Cathy was still directing her anger at Sara. It was chaos until a loud voice took over. "Hey, Hey, Hey!" Everyone quieted and looked at Brent, who looked perplexed.

"What the fuck is wrong with everyone!"

"Brent please!" Alyssa tried to calm her husband.

He shook his head and got up slowly. Still recovering from his injury. "No, I'm sick of this! This is supposed to be the happiest moment of their lives and you are all making it about yourselves! They didn't even explain themselves! And not that they have to, they don't owe us anything. He approached Justin, who stood up from the couch. Shaking his hand Brent spoke. "Congratulations you guys, I'm happy for you. Can't wait to celebrate in May."

Sara got up and hugged her brother in law. "Thank you." She cried. He gripped her tight and whispered to them both."I expect a nice bottle of scotch." He whispered and she chuckled. After hugging Justin he turned towards the family. "I think you all owe them a massive apology. Now let's get this food in on the grill and try to celebrate the newlyweds.

There were murmurs of agreement and everyone disbursed. Latrell and Ashley approached first to apologize and congratulate the couple. Although Sara felt they didn't really owe one. It was the job to make sure the client was making the best decisions for themselves.

After Latrell left, Heidi made sure that Alex would book her on a talk show sometime in the future for some damage control.

Ashley stuck around for the barbecue. Almost everyone began helping and getting back to normal. Most of Sara's family, besides Alyssa and Brent and the kids, avoided Justin and Sara. Feeling awkward about their outburst.

As Sara was in the kitchen helping Carly and Holly prepare things. Cathy came in through the sliding glass door.She was very awkward and avoided eye contact with the other girls. "Sara, can we talk?"

"Whatever you have to say you can say it here." She bit back. Once the shock of the family's reaction wore out, anger began setting in. Coupled with a margarita she didn't really hold back.

Holly looked between the mother and daughter. "Um, we will help move everything outside." Passing by, she gave her daughter in law a quick squeeze on her elbow before heading outside.

Once Sara heard the door closed she faced her mother. "Okay now say it."

Cathy sighed. "Look, you have to understand where we were coming from-"

"Really? That's how you start? No 'hey I'm sorry Sara? I'm sorry Justin? Or Holly and Mark?"

She was done, all her life she was labeled as something she wasn't when she did things for herself. Then forced to be the bigger person.

Cathy took a deep breath. "I shouldn't have yelled infront of everyone, I should have just pulled you aside privately and for that I'm sorry. But once again you went and excluded us again. I thought we were on good terms!"

Sara shook her head in disbelief. "So, again instead of clarifying and asking us, you fly off the roof and blab your mouth to a tabloid. Then make Justin and I's happiness all about yourselves. Did you really think after all of the stress and planning and everything custom made we would just say fuck everything and cancel it?"

"I don't know what to think! You have shut us out at everything! You're whole life!"

Sara bit back. "Yeah and why do you think that is?"

Cathy rolled her eyes. "Your father and I can't change the past. We provided everything and then some for you and your sisters. We have apologized over and over again and have been trying to be better. But you insist on punishing us."

Sara slammed her hand on the counter. "This what you don't realize, none of this was for punishment. It was something that we wanted to do. Just have a moment where it was just us. The whole point of this barbecue was to announce it to everyone!"

Sara shook her head as she finished mixing the salad. "All you could think about is you. I get being a little upset but you just had to put it out to the press, and you wonder why I was distant. I can't even trust my own family."

She picked up the bowl and brought it outside, leaving her mother to ponder on her words.

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The rest of the night it was awkward. While the couple's siblings and in- laws tried to carry on like there was no major conflict earlier, Mike and Cathy stayed quiet, only pitching in when someone asked them a question or to clarify something.

Sara was not only upset at her parents but for her siblings for not having her back. In some ways it felt like a betrayal. They all ganged up on her, except Alyssa.

As they got into bed that night. Justin pulled her close to him. "My mom asked if you wanted to join her on a hike tomorrow morning." He muttered into her hair. Holly approached him and said she was concerned about Sara. She nodded and sighed. "I knew they weren't going to be happy, but wow."

He nodded. She had told him about the earlier conversation between her and her mother.

"I should have had them pay for an expensive hotel." Justin was confused. "Wait, why?"

She smirked "cause we have been married for almost a week and we haven't even fucked!"

He laughed and she joined in. "You know we still could." She raised her eyebrow at him. "There's the car in the garage."

"True. We have to have so much sex. Superbowl sex, wedding sex." Justin snorted. "Don't laugh baby, I'm deprived!"

He kissed her before he got up. "Well what kinda husband would I be if I didn't satisfy my wife?"

She smiled and got up, grabbing his hand. They opened the door and looked out into the dark hallway. Taking a few steps, they thought everything was clear until the kitchen light came on. "Oh hey guys. What are you doing?"

Fuck. They turned around to see Patrick with a smirk on his face. "Sneaking off I see?"

Justin rolled his eyes. "We aren't tired. So we thought we'd go for a drive to Jerry's." It was a total lie, but could also serve as a backup since they were was that secluded forest where they could park and fuck."

"In your PJ's?" Pat smirked. Justin glared at his brother. "Well we might stop there, we might not."

"Well I'll join you guys." He laughed seeing the shock on Justin and Sara's faces. "Oh you thought I wasn't going to seek revenge on you guys not inviting me? Oh no. I'm going to make sure that you don't get a moment alone together as long as I'm around. So who's driving?"

Justin grabbed Sara's hand and led her back into their bedroom. "Goodnight asshole." —---------------------☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆—-------------------------------

The rest of the week was mixed

While they were still getting around that issue with her family while planning the Bachelor/Bachelorette Parties during dinner. Justin found out the extent of the Wozniak’s sisters' early party days.

“I have no idea how we talked the cop out of arresting Katie!” Sara was in tears as she recounted the story of her oldest sisters bachelorette party.”

Cathy rolled her eyes. “I thought having your youngest sister meant you girls wouldn’t get into too much trouble.”

“Come on mom, you know that we went crazy all of the nights you and dad were gone.” Brittany smirked. “Remember when Dad called the cops on the half naked man that was running across our property after we pulled in late after visiting Grandma?”

Sara’s eyes widened. “Britt do not!” Mike was confused. “Yeah, some dumbass kid decided to be funny. You know how kids were in the neighborhood.”

“Yeah and guess who was the only one home?” Sara laid her head in her hands, red faced when her dad thought about it, then it clicked. “Sara Christine! That was Carson, the man I met a few days later and I kept saying he looked familiar!” Everyone busted out laughing, except Justin and Mike. “And mom knew too!” Sara and Mike were both shocked. “Mom! Why didnt you rat on me!” Cathy laughed while sipping her glass of wine. “You think your father and I were saints?”

Holly joined in. “My boys always swore they were perfect angels.”

“We were!” Mitch protested. “I know you were, I am just not sure about these two” She gestured to Justin and Patrick, who were confused. “Wait, we were! Don’t blame this all on us!”

After dinner, when everyone was enjoying dessert and the kids were in the pool,Sara got a call from her manager. Excusing herself she headed inside. Leaving Justin alone with Mike.

"Justin, I wanted to tell you I'm sorry for how my wife and I reacted to you two eloping. It wasn't very appropriate and we ruined such an exciting time. I remember being on cloud nine marrying Catherine, and we took that joy away from you. My wife, she's very stubborn. She will come around eventually. But I need to apologize to you."

Justin cut in "and Sara. I think she is the one that is owed the biggest apology."

Mike nodded. "I did this morning. Although I know it takes time for full forgiveness. If she ever decides to forgive me."

“What about Cathy? I mean Mrs. Wozniak.” Justin corrected himself

“Its Mike and Cathy, and don’t worry about her. She's sort of embarrassed about the whole thing.”

Justin nodded his head. “Cathy owes both of us an apology. Also my family as well.” Mike nodded. While things may never be one hundred percent, for now Justin wanted to move on and focus on the future and their wedding.

Before the family left, apologies were given, and Mike and Cathy took everyone out to dinner as one of the ways to make amends. Sara just wanted to move on from it all. She wanted to move ahead and enjoy the moments of the wedding coming up.

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“Exactly where is this going to be?” Justin looked at all of the skimpy outfits laid out on their bed.

It was Wednesday and Sara was set to leave Friday morning and come back Tuesday with her bridesmaids, as well as some of Justin’s cousins and some Lady bolts. They were taking a private jet to someplace warm

“Mexico. We got our own private house.” Sara zipped up the bag of shoes and toiletries, and opened the main suitcase to begin packing the outfits. They each had their own bag and Justin thought it was a bit excessive. His bachelor party was next weekend and the guys planned to go to Montana where there was fishing and hunting.

Looking over at all of the barely there outfits, he wished he pushed for a joint party.

He knew Joey wasn’t happy about having a pregnant AnnSophie along with the girls. She was five months pregnant with their son and while she and some other moms would be the overall moms of the group it was still going to get crazy.

"Why do we even need a bachelor party? I mean we are married." Justin picked up a white crystalized mesh see through dress. "I mean is this supposed to be a cover up? It doesn't cover anything!"

Sara glanced at it. "No that's for dinner and dancing." Justin's eyes widened and she began laughing. "There's nothing here! Babe you can't go revealing your underwear!"

"Relax there's a set you wear underneath." Justin was going to argue that point, but was distracted by something white going in her bag. Pulling it out his jaw dropped. "This bikini! This is the one that I love!"

It was the infamous white bikini that barely contained her goods. The one she wore infront of the guys that made him crazy. "There's not another one you have?"

She shrugged. "This is the only white one I have, and since I'm the bride mostly everything has to be white. I'm recycling outfits. Remember you said we shouldn't waste?" He groaned as his words came back to bite him in the ass. "Yes, but I think in these circumstances this should be allowed!"

She laughed. "Babe, it's a big group. I promise we will behave." She walked up to where he was sitting on the bed and kissed him. "Hey there won't be any strippers."

He rolled his eyes. "I know babe." He rubbed his hands up and down her sides. "I just worry about you running around in all of these skimpy outfits."

"We will be safe. You know Joey made AnnSophie bring security with." He made a mental note to message a thank you to his teammate. "Don't drink too much, and stay in the group."

"Okay dad!" —------------------------------------------------------------------

"TO OUR BRIDE!" Troye screamed to the cheers of the girls as Sara popped the champagne bottle. They were taking a group photo in front of the private plane. Justin just shook his head as he and the other partners all knew it was going to be a crazy weekend. Once again, he was grateful that Joey insisted that AnnSophie bring security with the group. As he saw the Itinerary was going to be massive crowds of people.

Mitch laughed as Isabelle pulled out a bottle of tequila and passed it around for the group to take shots. "Are you sure you don't want to crash it?"

Patrick had suggested that they all have a mini boys weekend while they wait for their partners to come home. He pulled the others aside and suggested that they crash it. "Have you seen the outfits the girls are packing! There's like… no clothes at all!"

Justin shook his head as the group began to climb up the steps Sara turned around and blew Justin a kiss which he caught.

A few seconds later, his phone buzzed, opening the message he laughed and blushed.

I'll send you nudes to think of Me.

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"I cant believe this." Sara gasped as she opened the door to the massive house her sisters rented out. It felt like a reality show, it had a luxury kitchen, living room. Sara of course got the master bedroom with the attached bathroom, although she knew the girls would be getting ready together in the room.

"Holy shit. I might not even want to go out." Ekeler's wife was in awe as she checked out the massive pool and jacuzzi. Sara laughed and nodded in agreement. Bella squealed when she saw the massive bar and pool table. "I feel like we are on a reality show."

There was a massive fruit and snack assortment spread with more champagne. "Girls, we got the Meg the Stallion concert in a few hours!Time to get ready!" Samira called out

The group screamed and began to rush to their rooms to get settled, get ready and pregame.

It was pure chaos, with clothes, shoes, makeup and hair accessories spread out in every room. Sara had her hair in rollers when Carly came in with a tray of tequila shots for the group in her room. "I'm going to be so drunk this weekend aren't I?"

"I think we all are!" Carly laughed and the group cheered before taking the shot. Sara had no idea how she did benders in college, but then she was in her early twenties where as now she was going to be twenty nine in a few months. Definitely won't be able to recover as fast. However, she was determined to have one last party before she was married…. Well… the wedding.

Katie took one shot and said that she was going to take it easy. "Trust me sis at thirty eight you're really not going to be able to stay up past ten!"

Things with her oldest and middle sister were still a little awkward. Brittany and Katie did Apologize to her, citing that they thought it was in her best interest to have consulted someone about signing a prenup first.

"So you're saying my marriage is set to fail?" Sara humphed as she took offense to the comment.

"No Sare Bear, we just want to make sure you're protected. I mean also we just feel like this relationship was so fast."

It didn't make any sense, their reasoning, and while Sara opted to forgive, she didn't want to forget.

As everyone finished up their looks, and tons of pictures were taken they were shared to everyone's private social media. Sara didn't want her party to be making headlines, although once people spotted them it was sure to make the front page of every gossip blog and news outlet.

She made sure to message Justin a quick word of their whereabouts and Bella stopped everyone and made a big spectacle about putting a crown with a veil attached on her head. The group screamed once again, and Sara blushed a deep red.

"LETS GO GIRLS!" Troye yelled! And they all hopped onto the large party bus awaiting them.

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God look at her dancing like a whore on the table!

Seriously, she's married and a quarterback's wife. Have some class.

At least Brittany Mahomes never did that Oh please Sara is way classier than that bitch in KC

What's wrong with yall? She is enjoying her moment!

She's married already. Why is she having a Bachelorette party?

Don't call yourselves feminists and then put her down!

Justin felt himself grip his phone tighter as he watched the private stories that her friends posted.

"That's it. I say we fly out to Mexico asap." Patrick said as he focused on a story with Carly dancing on the stage when Megan announced a special guest. Justin's jaw clenched when a video came through on his private messages. 

It was an up close view of Sara shaking her ass for the camera.  No doubt she told whoever had her phone to film this for him.

"Guys, they're all fine. I told Annie to bring her security. They are all good!" Joey was surprisingly the most calm one throughout the situation. 

"I cant believe you guys are getting jealous. Come on. The girls love us I don-" Mitch stopped as he checked his phone. "I told Isabelle that was too see through." Justin busted out laughing at his older brother's sudden change of tone.

"Just let them have fun!" 

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"Move out of the way gentleman!" Security shouted as he shoved the cameramen out of the way for the group to make it to the vehicle. They were heading home after dinner and the concert. Sara was tipsy, so she was fighting for her life to focus. 

"Did I look sober?" She asked Alyssa once they were all in the limo. Alyssa, who was probably more tipsy than the bride, looked closely. "You caaan yell in the eyes. But I think you walked the straight line…" Alyssa slurred.

The next morning everyone got a late start to the day, and decided to go out on the boat. It was going to be a chill day. It probably wasn't a good idea to party on the first day.

The girls were now on a boat. Sara was sunbathing in her bikini, while the others were in the water. She was messaging Justin, who was not pleased at all of the videos on social media and news outlets on her twerking on Meg on the stage. She giggled as he told he wanted to spank her.

"Ladies, we have company." AnnSophie announced as she looked out from her chair on the deck. Sure enough a small boat pulled up in the distance. Four men with cameras began to shoot the girls in their bikinis. Sara sighed. "Oh my god please these people need to get a life."

Every minor move was being snapped by the photographers. Sara immediately reached for her cover up. She looked at the group. "I'm going to head in. Turning towards the cameramen on the opposing boat she held up her middle finger so the photo of her alone wouldn't be able to be sold. 

Once inside she joined her sisters in the lounge area. "Hey bride." Katie smiled. "Enjoying your festivities so far?"

Sara smiled. "I am. Thank you guys."

Alyssa hugged her. "You deserve every moment of this girl. So I guess I have to ask this question. "How's married life so far?"

Sara giggled. "It's been great. My name is officially changed."

"So will you be known as Sara Herbert?" Brittany asked as she snacked on the fruit display.

She shrugged. "My team said it'd be better to keep my maiden name professionally. And to some point I agree, but I like knowing that I have his last name."

"Hyphen it." Katie suggested. "Put Sara Wozniak-Herbert on social media."

"I'll think about it."

Alyssas phone rang, and she went to answer it. Once she was out of the room. Sara laughed. "The kids are probably driving Brent crazy." They all laughed

"Speaking of kids, are we going to see a honeymoon baby from you and Justin?" 

"I'm surprised she isn't pregnant right now!" Sara choked on her drink. "Woah woah guys. Let's get past the party first. Besides, Justin and I agreed that we would wait at least a year. Let us get through the first football season married."

"Okay, but you know cousin Siobhan put the pregnancy hex on you." The girls laughed.

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"So guess what we did today?" Justin smiled as his wife was a tad buzzed from another club. Again, social media and news blogs were flooded with pictures of the girls crazy night. 

"Besides dancing on the stage and having a little too much to drink?" He laughed and Sara giggled. "Well first, we took a pole dancing class, and then we had a lingerie night where I got all of these new sets."

"Oh?"

"Yessss." She giggled.

"Did you have a bit too much tonight?" He smiled as he pet Nova laying beside him. Eugene was walking around the house meowing at missing Sara. He heard a giggle on the other end. "Yessss." She paused.

"Is that Eugene I hear?" He sighed. "He has not shut up since you left."

"Oooh poor baby. Oh speaking of, I saw a tiktok of flower girl pulling the cart with cats as the ring bearer." 

"Sara, babe we have to lock them in the bedroom when we have our families over. That is not going to go well with over one hundred guests."

"I'll give you the sloppiest-"

"Sara! The food is here!" That seemed to distract his wife. "I'm sorry baby I got to go."

"It's okay, eat and sober up. I love you."

"Love you more."

The girls did not sober up. They progressively got drunker and raunchier. Karaoke was available in the main living room, and Sara was singing to 'I need a hero.'

"Ladies, our bride got her hero!!" Alyssa screamed and everyone cheered."

"AND WHAT A FUCKING HERO I GOT! WITH A GREAT ASS!" Sara yelled to more cheers.

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"Do you compare the guys in bed?" Bella was sitting on the bed while Sara was repacking. They were scheduled to head home tomorrow, and as much fun as she had partying, being in the sun, she missed Justin and the cats. Plus, her body reminded her she wasn't in her early twenties anymore. 

"What are you talking about?"

"You, Isabelle, and Carly. Since you're all dating brothers, do they have the same mannerisms?" Sara's face wrinkled. "No. That's kinda weird." 

She heard a laugh from the other room, Carly and Isabelle joining them. "We have to be honest. We compared Mitch and Patrick."

Sara paused for a moment, then spoke. "Justin makes this sound when he is close to finishing-" Isabelle made the grunt perfectly, and there was a second of silence before all of the girls began giggling. "Oh my god! Mitch does too?"

"Patrick does the same thing?"

Bella cut in. "Yall think they get it from Mark?"

All of the group busted out in ewws and laughter.

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1 month til the wedding.

"Okay so the final guest list is 220 people." Sara looked over the official rsvp. "Well I guess my parents managed to sneak some of their friends to come." She sighed as Justin walked into the house, sweaty from a workout. He wrapped his arms around her and she squealed. "Get off of me! You're nasty!" He laughed and kissed her cheek.

He had been trying to distract her since now it was crunch time. They were set to leave for Eugene next week to visit family, then drive up with the Herbert's to the venue. She had her final fitting the other day, the bridesmaids and groomsmen had their outfits. Everything was booked.

As for the minister. Stevie Nicks agreed to marry them. Which was surreal in itself. Then there were the famous guests. Timothee, Zendaya and Tom, Harry and his girlfriend. Taylor Swift (Sara invited her on a whim when she ran into her at an awards ceremony) , Hailee and Josh, and Sara's castmates. Justin's teammates and Oregon Legends. The wedding was gaining attention. So much so that the wedding planner had decided to put up tents so the paps didn't capture anything.

Also Sara's camp had contacted Vogue and gave the final no. Anna wasn't too happy about it, but for Justin and his family Sara wanted them to enjoy the day, not worry about signing release forms, and not being able to share photos. To be honest, Sara didn't care about candid photos and videos of the reception being on the internet. So much that she requested polaroid cameras to be on the tables for guests to take candid photos of whatever.

It was becoming real, and she could feel her and Justin's excitement as they arrived in Oregon. All of Justin's family was at the house, both maternal and paternal side. Her family was to arrive a couple weeks before.

She thought she'd be a total brideszilla, but she felt calm. Justin was surprised as well. As the wedding got closer, he had his moments of upset when something didn't go right. He couldn't help it, he was a type A. Everything had to be perfect, especially since this was going to be the most important and expensive day of their lives.

Maybe the calmness could be attributed to the fact that they were married, and they said their most meaningful vows to each other in front of people they loved and were completely comfortable with. When Stevie asked what she should say while officiating, they said to say some nice words about them and the only words coming out of their mouths would be 'I do'

5 days before

"As you can see, guests will be on the balcony for cocktail hour. Then the grand ballroom will open for the reception." The director of open motion for the hotel employees to open the doors to where the ceremony would be held. The large tent was in the process of being set up. However, where they would be standing the coast would be in the background.

It was everything Sara imagined when she picked out the place. Looking at Justin, she smiled big and Justin matched it. "Can you believe this baby? Our day is in less than a week!"

He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. "I can't wait."

"Oh and security will be very tight. I've already made sure the guests have wristbands to get on certain parts of the property. You and your bridal party will be able to enjoy our luxurious, world renowned golf course with the utmost privacy."

Justin smiled. "Oh don't worry we will." Sara laughed. "I think that's why you wanted this place."

"There's the couple of the week!" They turned around to see Justin's cousin and her husband approach them. After exchanging hugs, Justin smiled. "I see you checked in a bit early?"

His cousin laughed. "Are you kidding? This guy." She pointed to her husband. "Couldn't wait to get on the golf course."

"I can't wait to brag to all of my coworkers about the course."

Justin looked at the planner and the director. "Can we hit the course now? I mean my buddies are here, and everything is taken care of on my end." Sara nodded. "I don't care, I'm probably going to check out the bridal suite and look over the rehearsal prep one last time." He nodded and gave her a quick kiss before heading off.

She did a quick once over before heading inside. Guests were starting to arrive and check into their rooms, and someone approached her and she walked the area.

"Sara!" She turned to see Harry and his date coming up to her. After exchanging greetings, they all began to walk together. Sara was explaining how all of the planning was coming together. Harry smiled. "I suppose I should have congratulated you on being married already, but it doesn't feel real until the actual ceremony"

Sara smiled. "It's half and half, sometimes I feel married, other times I feel engaged."

His date smiled. "You look gorgeous, you have that married glow I want to have one day." She looked up at Harry, who was greeting Stevie.

Sara really liked this girl, and was confident Harry would settle down with her. It was just a matter of when.

"Excuse me Mrs. Herbert, but Ms. Swift's security team has arrived, and they want a copy of the guest list to make sure everything is on the up and up." The director came by with a big man, one of Taylor's security team. Taylor had called Sara and asked if she was sure she wanted her to come. It was going to bring a spectral if someone saw her, which she was taking extreme measures not to be seen.

Harry smiled. " Are You used to being addressed as that?"

Sara smiled. "Not yet."

"It does fit you. Congratulations Sara, you're going to make a gorgeous bride."

The rehearsal

Sara wished she paid attention during her sisters rehearsals.

She was a bridesmaid (and Alyssa's maid of honor) before, and she could honestly say she zoned out for every practice. All she had to do was wait for her cue to walk and made sure she went along with the music. No problem

Well now she apparently walked too fast. To be fair her feet were killing her. She wore lace 5 in platform's along with a tight satin dress. Pierpaolo made sure she was dressed to perfection for the pre celebration.

Paps were already on sight and took photos of her on the grounds that weren't sealed off. Everyone was losing their minds over her rehearsal dress. Crowds gathered at the end of the property after someone had spotted Taylor. Taylor kept apologizing to the couple, and as much as Justin was annoyed he didn't genuinely feel sorry for Taylor. It wasn't her fault that people couldn't accept boundaries.

"Sara! A little slower please! You look like you're dragging your parents." Sara was walking alongside both her parents. "Honey, also put your chin up, trust me you don't want double chin in the photos." Her mom whispered, and her smile faltered. Justin immediately took notice being at the end of the altar.

"Okay, now everyone resume places." They immediately went back to the spots. "Okay once the music starts, the doors will open and again, slow, careful steps guys. One, two, three."

The music began playing, and the doors opened. Sara's arms linked with both parents and they slowly began walking. One thing she discovered was that she didn't like everyone looking at her. A nervous tick was that she began laughing uncontrollably whenever she felt awkward. "Sara, control yourself." Cathy whispered. "There's only twenty people, I cannot imagine how you will react when the seats are filled."

"Okay one thing we have to cut out is the side convos. Remember you will be mic'd up so everything you say will be recorded. Also Mike move over a bit, we don't want you tripping over the flowers. Front the top."

Once again, everyone took their place and they went over the routine for what felt like the millionth time.

Finally, everyone was satisfied with the walks, the timing of the music, and some other mundane things. Everyone was over it and hungry.

The rehearsal was catered by Traeger Grills. Justin and Sara loved the crew as they had come over to film sponsor videos with Justin.

As they all enjoyed the full barbecue banquet, both sets of parents had surprised everyone with a sideshow of the couple growing up. Justin died of laughter seeing Sara go beet red when some childhood photos popped up she thought were buried deep in the attic. Mark and Holly came through with Justin's pictures.

The planner made sure that everyone disbanded and was at their rooms by 9pm. "We want to make sure we all get a good night's sleep. 6am wake up call tomorrow."

Justin and Sara walked slowly to the hotel lobby, they would stay on opposite ends of the hotel and wouldn't see each other until the first look. "This is ridiculous. We are already married." Justin whined as they swung their arms as they walked. Sara giggled. "It's one night. You will live." She squealed as Justin picked her up bridal style and swung her around with ease. Their lips met and even after a few years, there was still passion, the love that they had through each other could be felt through their kiss "Are you sure we can spend the night? We will just sneak back before everyone wakes up." Justin broke away.

She thought about it. "Sorry. But the girls and I are doing a little skincare before bed. Plus I'm saving myself for the wedding night." Justin snorted. "And how is that going for you?"

"Pretty well. Actually." They heard footsteps. "Alright you two you will see each other in the morning." Bella laughed as Justin set Sara down, making sure to steady her in her heels. With one last kiss, they departed and went their separate ways.

Upon entering her Bridal suite she laughed. Above her bed were big Silver balloons spelling out 'HERBERT'

"It's surreal huh? Sorta your last night as a Wozniak." She turned around to see her MOH, Alyssa leaning against the doorframe with a smile on her face. Sara smiled. "Yeah. I mean it feels official. I know Justin and I are legally married. But…." She trailed off, not sure how to explain her feelings.

Alyssa nodded. "I know. When Brent and I first got engaged and were in Mexico, we went to a church and got married." Sara's eyes widened. "You never said anything."

"We never did the paperwork to make it binding. But we did it. Why do you think Brent was so defensive of you two?" Alyssa walked up and grabbed her younger sisters hands. "I should have stood up for you too."

"We all should have." Now they were being joined by the other two. Katie sighed. "We are very sorry. How we reacted, God we are no better than our mother." The girls laughed. "Where is mom, by the way?" Sara looked behind her.

"She's off making sure everything is set up. Also Denise and Linda are with her as well." Sara rolled her eyes, but before she could say anything else they were interrupted by Alisha knocking. "Come on ladies, we have everything set up!

Feeling better after the talk with her sisters, the girls joined the rest of the bridal party.

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The wedding day.

Put over 10 girls in a bridal suite, and pure chaos commerces.

Sara was calm as a cucumber. It was funny, because when she looked back on her sister's wedding days she remembered them being all high strung and panicking. Yelling, and barking orders at her and the other bridesmaids.

Yet as she sat at the table eating her omelet and sipping her orange juice (her mother insisted she use a straw, so no stains) she was very calm. It was 7 am, and official pictures weren't schedule til 12:30.

The photographer was due to arrive at 8. "Sara, have you washed your face?"

She shook her head. "Once I'm done I'll jump in the shower and wash my hair. Jonathan is coming soon, and he wants my hair wet."

Cathy gasped. "Sara, you should have showered as soon as you woke up!"

"Mom, can you check and see if every bridesmaid's station is set up." Brittany ushered their mother out the room. She looked back. "You better jump in the shower, I can't hold her off forever." Taking a quick bite of the omlett, and Sneaking some fruit. She quickly jumped into the shower. She was a little bitchy since her mom didn't allow her to have coffee (takes too long to get rid of coffee breath)

Once she was ready she was in the chair as Jonathan began to dry her hair. They were going for a half up half down romantic hairstyle with loose curls. Her heirloom headpiece was taken out of its case while he was finishing up and the makeup artist began.

Pictures were being taken as the fellow bridesmaids were getting ready. "The bouquet is here!" Holly came in with the florist who presented the mix of white and baby pink carnations for inspecting.

"Those are gorgeous! Just like grandma's." Sara felt herself get emotional as she remembered the photo of her grandmother's wedding bouquet she showed to the florist.

The wedding had its personal touches. Justin's suit had a piece of his late grandfather's suit stitched into the inner coat pocket. As well as the memorial table and section in the wedding programs.

More pictures were taken with the bridesmaids in their robes, then the smaller details like the shoes. Cathy unzipped the Valentino garment bag, and Sara undid her robe and stepped into the lace and satin gown. It felt surreal, she had many try-ons, but this was the moment. The one she thought she'd never have. As her mom tied up the back and Holly adjusted the front, she thought about all of the times she watched her sisters and some other family and friends have their moments, and people joking that would never be her.

All of the tears she shed, all the times where she would fake being okay, led to Justin, and this moment. After attaching the hairpiece and veil, she sat down so Alyssa could put on her shoes. "Oh honey, you look gorgeous." Cathy began dabbing her eyes. "My baby girl, I'm so happy for you."

She was guided over to a mirror and Sara felt beautiful. Her A- line ball gown flattered her figure, her now longer hair was styled to perfection. Sara had to admit, she looked gorgeous. Taking a deep breath, she stepped outside into the main area, where all of her bridesmaids were ready with eyes closed. "Okay ladies, open." Sara smiled as the girls squealed and awed over her completed look. "Mom, aren't you forgetting something?" Katie questioned. Sara's eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

Cathy laughed. "Just wait."

The door opened and Mike walked in, he immediately teared up upon seeing his youngest daughter in this moment. "Oh SareBear, you look beautiful." He wrapped his arms around her. "I can't believe it, this is your day sweetheart."

"Makeup make up!" Her artist yelled as he began to reach for his kit. "I used waterproof everything, but there is going to be a lot of tears shed today, so no chances."

"You have the gift Michael." He nodded and pulled a small black box out of his pocket. "Your mother and I didn't know what to get you for your day, but this would be something that we hope you can pass down to your daughter one day."

He opened it and Sara gasped. It was small teardrop diamond earrings. Mike turned them around to reveal an 'H' on the back piece, also in diamonds. "In honor of your new name."

As she put on the earrings, she felt herself get emotional all over again.

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Justin was facing the ocean. It was a nice and relaxed day. He woke up, showered, played pool with his groomsmen and new in-laws. He even enjoyed a glass of brandy, courtesy of Brent.

He had to admit Sara was right, it felt more official now that the lavish ceremony was taking place. He never thought in a million years he'd be here at 27. Justin didn't plan on settling down til after thirty, let alone someone in the public eye. But somehow, almost three years ago his heart was stolen by the little brunette who somehow loved him back.

He smiled as he heard the soft clicking of heels over the crash of the ocean waves behind him. The sound grew closer.

"Shit. This veil is heavy." He busted out laughing, and despite not seeing her he knew she had a smile on her face. "Shut up!"

He felt her hand rest on his back. "You can turn around now." She said

As Justin faced his wife. The sight of her, looking like an angel in white almost sent him to his knees. "Wow." He whispered, tears coming to his eyes."

"How do I look?" She whispered nervously and she brought her veil around her shoulders so he could get the whole effect.

"You look gorgeous." He shook his head as the photographer and videographer captured every moment. "I can't believe it's here."

"Yeah." She laughed in happiness. "We're here. Getting married." She smiled. "I mean we're already married but-" He kissed her quiet.

"Are you ready?" She smiled after they pulled away

"As ready as I have ever been."

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"Dude you're just staring into nothing. It's creepy." Justin broke out of his trance as Mitch stood next to him at the altar. The place was full, every seat filled. Some were waking the paper programs, others were whispering to their seat partners. Most were staring at him. Holly had to calm him down as he escorted her to his seat.

He recognized a few famous faces. Josh and Hailee were there, so was Taylor and Travis (never thought Kelce would be at his wedding.) Hell, the legendary Stevie Nicks was standing next to him, waiting to marry him and his wife.

The music began to play, and the doors opened to the bridesmaids walking to take their places. There was AnnSophie, who was sporting a quite a bump at seven months pregnant, then Carly and Isabelle, Samira, Bella, and then her two sisters. Alyssa, her MOH was the last up the aisle.

The music stopped for a bit then the violin began to play here comes the sun. As everyone rose, the doors opened, and despite just seeing her not too long ago his eyes began to water again.

She was on the arm of her mother and father, her veil was over her face. Mitch clapped his hand on his younger brother's shoulder.

Sara was nervous, all of these people in the room staring at her. As her eyes stayed locked on Justin she could sense his unease too.

Finally, she reached the altar and she kissed both parents.

"Who allows this couple to marry?" On cue both sets of parents spoke in unison. "We do."

"Please be seated." The crowd took a seat, and Stevie began

"Welcome everyone to this wonderful occasion. On behalf of the couple and the Wozniak and Herbert families thank you for your love and support on this special day. I would like to start off by saying a couple words about marriage and Justin and Sara as I've gotten to know them individually and as a couple.

She cleared her throat.

"Justin and Sara grew up on opposite ends of the country. He was a west coast kid with a love of sports, she an East coaster with a love for the arts, now that wasn't the only thing that was opposite. Justin likes to blend into a room while Sara commands it. Sara loves in and out while Justin hates it."

Everyone laughed.

"But despite that, these two with the help of fate and friends, ended up at the same place and time on July 22nd 2022, and now they stand before us and God because when they are together, everything is right in the world."

Sara knew her role model was a talented songwriter, but her officiant speech took her breath away

"Today before us and God, they pledge their lives to each other. By agreeing to enter this union, you agree that there will be times of laughter, and love but there might also be times of hardship. Do you both understand that this is not something to take likely?

"We do." They never broke eye contact with each other

"Do you understand that a mutual love and respect for each other is important not only for each other but if blessed with children that they need to see above all else, their mother and father respect each other?"

"We do."

"Now Justin Patrick, do you take Sara Christine to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Justin smiled "I do. Again"

"Sara Christine, do you take Justin Patrick to be your lawfully wedded Husband?"

She nodded. "I do, again."

Stevie smiled. "May I have the rings?" On cue, Alyssa and Mitch handed over the couple's wedding bands to the older woman.

"May these rings be blessed as they who give it, and they who shall wear it live in peace and love until their lives end." As rehearsed, Justin took Sara's band first.

He grabbed her left hand, and repeated Stevie's words. Slipping the thin platinum diamond band on her finger, Sara gasped and how stunning the ring was. "It's gorgeous." She whispered.

She repeated the same actions to Justin, and Stevie said a few more words, as the crowd said amen. (She left some catholic aspects to appease her parents)

Finally, "By the state of Oregon, I pronounce you husband and wife. What God has joined together may no one separate. Justin, you may kiss your bride."

Loud cheers and claps could be heard in the air all around them but the couple were too wrapped up in their kiss.

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"Do people actually have sex on their wedding night?" Justin laughed as he undid the buttons on his dress shirt. Sara was in the midst of taking her hair out. "Fuck this hurts." He walked over once his task was completed. "Let me help you with the dress"

She had changed into a white satin cocktail dress and decked out sneakers for the reception/after party, claiming she wanted to 'throw it back' on Justin.

They had fireworks at 10pm to send off the older couples who wanted to leave, then the sparklers were set off at 1am for the after party leaving.

It was now 2am, and the drinks and dancing were now affecting the couple as they wanted to go to bed. "Tell me why you thought a brunch before going on our honeymoon was a good idea?" Justin smiled as he watched his wife clean her face.

"We can still sleep in. Brunch Is at 11am and our flight is at 5." She dried her face and wrapped her arms around him.

Justin smiled down at her. "You're right. It feels more official now that we are wearing our rings."

"Do you regret how we did it?" He shook his head. "We did it our way."

"That we did."

A/N: Thank you guys so much for your patience! I wanted to write so much more regarding the reception but This was already too long. Maybe I'll write a small blurb or you guys can ask questions

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Prompt: 6. Out Of Care [C2]

Pairing: Turpin x fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader & Third, Turpin

Setting: Turpin’s house

Continuation of: Prompt 4. Sharing

A/N: And we're back to our dear Judge Turpin this Wednesday! 😍👏 I'm honestly super excited about this story and feel my creativity brewing and bubbling like crazy this December - all the stories have me aching to write more 😂👏

Anyway, I'm hoping you're all in good spirits, that December is treating you nicely (kicking it in the tush if not) and that you're feeling ready for more Rickman content! 🥰❤ (Reminder, the Turpin serial for Rickmas2023 will get darker before we get the HEA)

Tags/TW’s: Regrett, Worry, Wanting Forgiveness, Reunion, Returning Home, Half-Admitting Feelings [Love, Fear, Hurt, Want], Changing For Another, Admitting To Wrongfulness/Selfishness, Pillow Hugging, Slightly Smutty Thoughts

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 3.1k+

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⩤• You •⩥

The echo of the door slamming shut, the memory of stumbling down the stairs, it was all so fresh in your mind. It nearly felt as if it had just happened, a mere second ago, yet it had been two days. Your husband had been gone for two days, after a fight you had never imagined ever having. His words, those cold accusatory truths, made you shiver. The remnants of the revelation of how selfish you had been, how single-mindedly you had been viewing Christmas, and the whole thought process behind decorating your home for the holiday.

You shivered and glared at the overly decorated tree, it ought to have caught fire with the intensity of your eyes — it did not, of course, burst into flames. “I did warn you, me Lady,” said Miss Lowel as she sat a tray of tea down on the table in the drawing room. “His Lordship does not take the holidays lightly, me Lady.” “You don’t say…” you murmured with a snark in your voice. “Could have been worse, me Lady. Could have put you out.” “Instead he abandoned our home. Me.” “Me Lady?” You looked toward her. “Does the lady… Do me Lady fancy his Lordship?” she asked timidly, her hands held tightly before her while a look of trepidation and something close to disgust flitted across her sweet features.

You sighed, averting your gaze to the hearth and the glowing embers within it. Is there a point in denying it any longer? If I didn’t, I wouldn’t feel so… sad… “Yes, Miss Lowel. I-, I do,” you said quietly. “I think… I think perhaps I may have come to like the man, a bit.” A lot… Miss Lowel smiled, but it was a forced sort of thing. “I see, me Lady.” “Not that it matters, the man could never feel a thing for me, I’m not sure he’s capable of feelings of a positive nature.” “Oh, I don’t know about that, me Lady. His Lordship is quite… different with you.” “Ha, funny, Miss Lowel, very funny,” you said dryly, reaching for the teacup. “He barely speaks a word to me, at dinner he does not so much as hold half a conversation with me, he always storms off to his study, to the court, away from me.” “His Lordship eats dinner at home, he quietly watches you speak, he offers space and no forced proximity, apart from insisting on sharing a bed but, if I may be so bold, I dare say there’s been no coercion inside the bedroom, me Lady?”

Your eyes bulged at her brazen words and forward manner. She spoke the truth though. So you nodded. “I dare say that is quite the change from the man I have served these past four years, me Lady.” “How so?” you asked while sipping your tea, endeavouring to not appear too hungry for information about the man who grasped your heart tighter with each passing day.

“Neither of the things I just mentioned would have been connected to His Lordship before your arrival miss. I do not think I’ve once served him dinner at home before ten in the evening before your arrival, me Lady, and even those times were rarities. This was not a place he remained for more time than necessary. And conversation within this house, no, that was not a possibility, yet you are given time to speak, not simply to reply to commands. Me Lord even listens, that is quite something, me Lady.”

You looked at her, wondering if she’d lost her mind — had too much eggnog perhaps? “That’s silly, Miss Lowel.” “Silly? His Lordship has changed with your arrival.” “I highly doubt it has anything to do with me, the man is brutal and cold. Unfeeling. I will not even attempt to pretend to possess any value for him beyond being his wife as the daughter of an upstanding and wealthy family. He seems to be a man completely out of care for anyone and anything, I am no different to him than any other person.” Miss Lowel bowed her head with a straight face. “If you say so, me Lady. I do not possess the frankness to contradict your words.” The maid left the room while your thoughts whispered, you just did.

***

The last piece of Christmas decore landed in the sack by your feet. The house was restored to its less festive state after a couple of hours of your hard work. It had taken longer to put it all up than take it down, down was easy, especially with a simmer of anger and hurt in your muscles which had forced you to move faster.

You wouldn’t admit to it, but you hoped he’d return and you’d be forgiven for what you’d unwittingly done. Your intentions had been good, but Richard’s view of it all had changed your perspective of your actions. He hadn’t been wrong, you hadn’t talked with him, asked him, or even thought of taking his input on decorating the house. But, how could you have known the man didn’t like Christmas?

He may hold no care for me, or anyone else in the world, but I can still care for him. Can I not? I can still change and do things out of care for him even if it’s not reciprocated. But you knew it would be a difficult task, loving and caring for someone who housed none of that love or care in return, but you were a stubborn person. Once you set your mind to something you refuse to back down or give up until you have enough evidence to show something was an impossibility. Perhaps that was why you had been used by people you believed to be your friends, even family, before?

You had dragged the sack back to the attic, locking the door again before heading toward the drawing room where you plopped down in a graceless heap on the sofa. Miss Lowel had stoked the fire recently it seemed so you soaked up the warmth by pointing your feet toward the hearth, watching the flames dance while your heart turned heavier.

You had no idea where Richard had gone, he had said he would not return until after Christmas to give you your holiday cheer but you had never felt as dreary or sad in December before. Especially now, with no holiday cheer to be found in your home. It felt utterly wrong, but the way Richard had reacted and how he had felt when seeing all the decorations you’d spent the entire day putting up had been worse. That you’d hurt him made you feel beyond heavy, no matter if it was on purpose or not. He’d been hurt, and you had for the first time gotten to hear of his emotions — how he saw it all.

“Sharing, as in taking the liberty to completely alter my one sanctuary without so much as a word with me beforehand? Sharing seems to be all, about, you,” he had seethed two days ago, for the first time truly sharing how he felt and it had hurt you deeply. Admittedly, in the moment, you had felt hurt yourself by his words but now, with some time to think of it all and look at it from his viewpoint, you felt horrible at having caused him harm.

What did he mean by his sanctuary? You didn’t quite understand that, he didn’t act as if his home was a sanctuary. Did he mean from the holiday? I mean, all of London is filled with Christmas cheer — carols, decorations, happier people, all the markets and — Your mind turned quiet as you understood what he’d meant.

Christmas was inescapable. One foot out the door and there was a carol floating on the wind, the smell of roasted chestnuts, someone ringing a bell for donations to the poor during the time a year of giving and gifting. The holiday was tangible everywhere, oppressively so if one disliked it… To give up the holiday wasn’t a possibility for you, though. You’d celebrate, but perhaps you didn’t need to do so in a way that reached or imposed itself on your husband — after all, Christmas wasn’t actually about the decorations, the songs, the food, or even the gifts. No, it was about a feeling, a sense of hope and joy, a warmth on the inside rather than sparkling surroundings.

You stood up, patting down your dress. “I can do that. But, how do I tell him I took it all down?” You nibbled your bottom lip, wondering if your husband was at court perhaps — it was Wednesday after all. “Should I even bother him? Can I go to him?” His angry features, his cold eyes, the harsh tone of his voice — it all told you you couldn’t. Richard was a man who made his own choices, took his own decisions, and as far as you knew he never went back on his word.

He had declared he’d be back after Christmas, perhaps all you had to do was wait for time to pass, respecting his choice? You’d already overstepped so greatly it felt as if seeking him out would only enrage him, perhaps forever close off the slightest possibility he’d ever grow close to you as you had grown to truly like him. You dared not think the feelings you had for the man were even deeper than that; if you admitted to it things would become far too hard to endure. You had had hope the feelings were mutual, the difference between the man you had heard of before wedding him and the man he was around you were far different from each other. 

You sighed and looked at the clock, it struck eleven and it was time to sleep. You moved through the silent house, halting by the guest room, a sense of lacking enveloped you as your fingers lingered on the knob. You glanced down the hall, toward the door leading into your shared bedroom. You missed him. Missed sleeping next to him, and as Miss Lowel had pointed out there had never been anything more than sleep happening in there since you moved in. He’d never forced you, never asked you, never even so much as changed in the same room. He’d respected you, and your privacy, only sharing a bed through sleep. Why it was like that you didn’t quite know, your husband had been known to take whores before your wedding but not once had you noticed such a thing happening after you became his wife.

Your face mushed against his pillow a few minutes later. You inhaled his distinct scent, a shiver slid down your back before you squeezed the feather-filled thing. You curled up in a ball for a moment under his cover, thinner than yours but comforting despite not fully keeping you warm. “I miss you,” you whispered and inhaled deeply, feeling yourself go heavy by the comfort of his scent.

⩤• Turpin •⩥

The wind tugged at the ends of his hair peeking out beneath his top hat. The house lay nearly dark, save for one single candle in the window of his bedroom. The bedroom he shared with you. There were differences to when he had stormed out of the house though. The curtains were changed back to their ordinary ones, there were no longer any decorations in the windows from what he could tell, empty as usual.

The cold had begun to slip inside his clothes, yet he remained on the sidewalk across the road — watching his house in a tense silence. For two days he had stewed over his reaction, his behaviour towards you when you had so obnoxiously obviously been exuberantly happy about decorating the house for Christmas. Everywhere his eyes had gone there had been reminders. Old decorations, from his time as a boy when joy was as far from Christmas as one could get despite the house being abysmally drenched in beautiful decorations looking to spark a sense of awe. All it ever meant for him were dread, loneliness, and pretending.

His family, rich and well-off as it was, had no real riches beyond money and status. His mother was a shell of a human, his father a devil of cruelty, his brother a demon of wickedness, and his sister… dead. The one who had been a joy, had died far too young, and what little love there had been in the mansion of a house went with her.

He shrugged, flexing his fingers within the leather gloves to bring some blood and warmth back to the tips. His eyes remained fixed on the dreary-looking house, darker than others along the street with not so much as a glimmer of a sparkle or flicker of an ornate lantern anywhere to be found. It had his jaw clenching as he thought of the sparkle that had been in your eyes before he’d snuffed it out with words of cruelty. Honest words, yet cruel in their harsh nature.

His spine stiffened as the curtain flickered in the bedroom. Mrs Lowel appeared, blowing out the candle, and given her timid motions he guessed you lay fast asleep in the bed he usually shared with you. Our bed, our home, my wife… My sweet wife… He drew a deep breath and marched towards the door on stiff legs while his mind ran rampant — wondering if you could forgive his outburst and rage, his words and behaviour. You were a joy in his dark life, and as he opened the door that very darkness seemed to glare at him.

All your work, all your thoughts, all your sparkling wonder; all of it was gone. He found not a single shred of tinsel, not even a lonesome garland remained as he removed his cloak and snow-covered boots, stepping into a pair of slippers while looking all around him at the utter lack of Christmas. That you listened and possibly respected him enough to remove it all made a warmth bloom in the pit of his stomach where a knot had formed over the whole situation. I usually do not care. I am not a caring man. I am not a man who cares for others’ emotions, yet, I find myself caring for yours most deeply. Disturbing business.

He moved up the stairs, his steps heavy yet quiet. His heart beat harder for each stride while his hand glided along the railing — partly for support as he felt himself waver at the possibility you may not be able to forgive him. Or, worse, you would possibly only do so with an explanation, a tale of his past he never wished to divulge.

He quietly opened the door, his body tense and his face set in a stoic mask as he struggled for the control he nearly always held a firm grasp of. When his eyes landed on your sleeping form, curled up on his side of the bed with his pillow held in a vice grip against your chest half buried under his cover, his heart stuttered and his body stiffened.

You were beautiful, angelic in your sleep, and he had to resist the urge exploding within his body as it had done every day since you became his wife. He yearned to touch each part of you, kiss each sliver of skin, caress each dip and mound, and explore every aspect of your body in its entirety. Months upon months had passed since he last took pleasure from another body. Ever since he vowed before God and congregation, before you, to be your faithful husband he had not touched or even looked at another woman. You were the only one for him, yet your innocence had proven a difficult thing to conquer. His own sins were like long shadows keeping him away, forcing him to wait for you to come to him willingly. He had tried, by God and Heaven, he had tried to be kind and caring, thoughtful and patient, yet you had not come to him still.

He stepped up to the bed, his eyes roaming your outline, and reached out his still-cold hand. His fingers graced your cheek, stroking away a tendril of hair so utterly soft to the touch he twirled it once between his fingers before letting go. “Sweet wife,” he whispered and just barely stopped himself from leaning in to kiss you. You stirred at his deep voice. “Richard?” you asked, your eyes blinking away the haze of sleep while he stood over you with nothing but his willpower to respect and be kind towards you keeping him in place while he watched your eyes clear — sleepy, to happy, to sad. It tore at his heart that your eyes no longer sparkled like last time he had come home.

“I took it down,” you whispered, your voice a meek sound. “I saw.” “Will you stay now?” He blinked at that, his brain addled with worry and an uncomfortable amount of desperation to hold you close. He was far too enchanted, in far too deep when it came to you. Not that he could verbally admit that. “I will,” he said, his voice a quiet drone while he attempted to keep himself in control. “Will you—” “I’ll move,” you said before he could ask for your forgiveness, and you shimmied out from his cover while laying his pillow in its proper place before situating yourself on your side of the bed. Not once did you expose any part of your nightdress-clad body — to his utter dismay and relief at the same time.

“I won’t look,” you whispered while turning around to face the window, giving him your back. He wished to turn you over again, make you watch him undress, make you see what you always did to his anatomy. But he did not. He watched the back of your head with growing agony and want, with a wish for forgiveness he could not quite bring himself to ask for now that his body burned with lust despite the cold sadness you emitted. I am a lesser man, thinking of ravaging you at a time like this. I will not yield to it, love. I vowed to myself you would be the one to come to me. If I so perish without ever having felt your warmth, it shall be so.

He slipped on his nightshirt and slunk in under the cover, keeping space between you both. The warmth you left behind, the wonderful scent now embedded on his side of the bed, made his entire body turn rigid. You were perfection, and now he may have ruined whatever chance he had so painstakingly long worked to gain. He drew a deep breath, your warmth and closeness offering relief of the acutest kind, and fell asleep in a matter of seconds. Too drained to remain in the moment, too comforted by your closeness to resist the relaxation. The knot in his stomach was ignored for the moment as dreams slipped in with nothing but you in them.

…To Be Continued…

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A/N: Uffh, these two have me in such a grip - and their story isn't quite at the HEA yet 👀 I'm kinda itching to make Y/n a bit more fierce, after all, her emotions are running rampant and Richard isn't really in control of his emotional state either - they have a lot to figure out between themselves and perhaps we ought to throw in another curveball or two to really make them argue (or perhaps bang) it out? 🤔🤭❤

Q: Do you have any tradition of your own around this time of year that you always keep? A: I have a few, one of my longest-running ones is being the one to put up and decorate the Christmas tree (the first weekend of December since I moved out of my childhood home). I've been in charge of doing the tree since I was a teenager and I've always loved it 🥰🎄✨

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[Dec:2023]

[caffinatedstory]

Two Oceans

I won't say what date this ask if from... But finally got around to this one at least...

(AO3)

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"What's love?" Iceland enquires with a curious gaze up at his brother.

The question seems to take Norway by surprise.

The previous 30-50 questions Iceland had asked today had been more about why grass was green and the sky blue. Norway wasn't prepared for this sort of stuff.

He'd gotten away with blaming the gods for a lot of stuff too, but he didn't think that would work now.

"I'm..." he started then trailed off. Their walk through the fields came to a halt as well as Norway just could not think of an easy way to explain. "That's a very big question," he finally managed to say as he sat down in the grass.

Iceland happily sat next to him, tiny hand still clinging to Norway's tunic.

"I heard one of the men tell a poem to a lady, and she said she loved it," Iceland smiled.

"Yeah... Love comes in many shapes and forms," Norway nodded. He felt about 3000 years too young to explain this to a child, even if said child was as immortal as him.

"Is love nice?"

"It should be,"

"Is it warm?"

"Usually..."

"So love is like a warm stew?"

Norway laughed and ruffled Iceland's pale hair affectionately.

"Yeah, love is absolutely like a warm stew. Made by someone who really cares about you and want you to grow big and strong," he smiled warmly.

"But sometimes love is hot and scary and almost painful. Like a volcano bubbling up from the ground,"

Iceland nodded wordlessly. He seemed to be grasping the concept.

"Love is wanting to hug someone super close. But also maybe wanting to be left alone a little bit,"

"Like you do with Denmark?"

"Exactly."

"Is love sweet?"

"Sweet as mead and honey,"

"Love sounds nice," Iceland smiled.

"Yeah it is..." Norway nodded. "But it's complicated. You'll probably feel many different version of love as you grow older. We both will..."

"Sounds exciting!" Iceland hummed with a sence of glee that Norway could only describe as childlike.

"Love is absolutely exciting. And a little scary. Imagine wanting to do anything for the person you love! Some people even lose their minds to love,"

"Oh..."

"Love is a strong bond that can be impossible to break, like the fetters of Fenris. However, if done wrong then love can also dissappear as quickly as snow on water," Norway pointed toward the the ocean.

"Love can be as big as the ocean and as small as a raindrop. You can't really run out of love, but you can divide it in unequal parts..."

"So I can love someone a little and someone else a lot?"

"Yeah," Norway nodded, satisfied to some extent with his own wisdom he had now imparted on his brother.

"Well, then I think I love you as much as the ocean allows," Iceland smiled brightly.

"The whole ocean?" Norway grinned. "That's a lot of love..."

"Yes. But you said I couldn't run out of love,"

"And neither can I," Norway's grin turned into a warm smile as he pulled Iceland into a warm hug. "But I think I'm going to need two oceans to show you how much I love you."

Iceland giggled and hugged Norway tightly in return.

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"What's this?" Norway points to a giant white plastic bag on Iceland's floor that contained what seems to be a whole lot of fabric, smiling ever so slightly as he does so.

"Nothing," Iceland replies a little too hastily, and shoves the bag behind his sofa. 

"Ah, so you're hiding nothing?" Norway chuckles and takes a step closer to the sofa. "Mind if I look at this 'nothing' then?" 

Iceland's cheeks redden and he appears to be contemplating what to do before he sighs in defeat and retrieves the bag, throwing it a little too violently at Norway.

"Whoa!" Norway laughs as he catches the bag, nearly toppling over at the sheer weigh . "Good thing I wasn't holding coffee! This thing could take even Denmark out. "

"Would have served you right," Iceland grumbles and averts his gaze to the floor.

"Your words wound me so," Norway replies flatly, as he peers into the bag.

His face contorting into a confused expression.

"What is this?" He asks as he slowly starts to pull out a quilted blanket.

"A quilt," Iceland replies coldly. "You've got eyes,"

"Yeah, I can see that but-" Norway's words trail off as he spots some familiar embroidery on one of the patches.

"Is this all your old clothes? The ones I made you?"

"Yeah," Iceland's gaze is still locked to the floor. "Felt wrong to just throw them away," he shrugs. "I've out grown them... But they're still, you know... Memories..."

Norway doesn't say anything else as he starts to unfold the quilt.

A beautiful and intricate image of the ocean lays in front of him, made up of lots of tiny bits of old clothes Iceland has worn though the ages.

Norway runs his hands over the waves in the image.

"Wow," he finally utters.

"Remember when I asked what love is?" Iceland asks softly, cheeks still red.

"Yeah, I do..." Norway smiles softly in return.

"Well... You're still my brother, and the ocean hasn't gotten smaller..." Iceland shifts his weigh from one leg to the other in a slow but nervous manner.

"Think it's gotten even bigger actually," Norway adds, hand still tracing the quilt pattern.

"It's really well made. Made with lots of love..."

"A whole ocean worth," Iceland mumbles.

"I think it might even be two,"

"Yeah," Iceland nods ever so slightly. "Definitely two whole oceans."

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

“Hey you! Yes you! Do you want money? Do you want stability? Do you want to go to hell? Well boy do I have the job for you! Here at Rosey Posey Cafe it is our pleasure to serve a variety of guests magical drinks that you could only dream of!”

“Any human above the age of 18 may apply!”

“You don’t need any experience!”

“I’ll teach you how to read if I have to!”

“If any of this has interested you please call this number and we’ll schedule your interview for as quick as tomorrow! Hope to hear from you!”

You half expect this to be a scam. A weird, furry based scam due to the talking anthro cat from the commercial, but a scam nonetheless. Still, you do need a job, even if it’s fake there’s no harm in trying, right? Right. The start of the number is weird as, well, hell, but that’s to be expected from a hell run business you guess. You’ve yet to really visit hell since the rifts opened up last year but you’ve heard it’s actually pretty nice

You grab your phone from your bedside table and give the weird cat-lady a ring “HELLO!?” Ow, hi, you’re calling to ask about the job position “Oh, my ad worked?!? Yes! So, when can you come down for an interview?”

And the rest is history, well, recent history you guess, seeing as this is your first day. Turns out the cat-man-demon who runs this place was being super legit. Actually, what is his name? “Oh, I don’t think you could pronounce it, but in english I go by Evelyn or Ms. Rose! It’s so so nice to have you as a part of the team!” You’ve heard, repeatedly, ever since she hired you on the spot “Well it never hurts to say something twice!”

Your new boss is more than a bit odd, the whole human sized tabby cat thing aside she’s just, really friendly? To the point it almost seems like she’s fucking with you but…you don’t wanna be rude but there doesn’t seem to be a lot going on behind those eyes. You ask Ms. Rose if your training will start soon “Yes yes yes! Ok, question before we start. Do you know how to read?”

Yes “Perfect! I have a little booklet on how to make all the drinks we serve here. You don’t have to memorize it by any means though, I want this place to have a nice relaxed vibe so there’s no rush. I mean, don’t make a demon wait 10 years for their drink but aside from that you can take your time. Here’s the booklet! There’s rules at the top and two lists below it. One is alphabetical so you can search drinks by name, and the other is based on flavor profile so if someone wants to spice it up a little you can search by the flavors they like”

“If you have any questions you can let me know, but there are a few things I need to show you” He walks me through how to use the Fizzer, which is just a carbonator, the hot plate and sauce pan used for warming, and the blender, each explanation coming with a long warning about how it could interact with my “frail human body” After Ms. Rose finishes telling me about all the tiny pieces I could wind up as if I could somehow fit my entire body into the blender he takes a moment to think

“I’m pretty sure the rest is self explanatory but I’ll be here to chaperone you your whole first day, and never be afraid to ask me for help!” You thank him and ask when the store will open “Hm? It’s been open this whole time!” …Aren’t those open and closed signs supposed to say the opposite of what you are on the back?

“.”

“.”

“.”

“Fuck” Your boss walks dejectedly to the front door and flips the “we’re open!” side of the sign to face outside “Well, I guess we just opened!” She laughs as she springs back over to stand beside me. While we wait I take a second to really just admire this place, it’s a small cafe but it’s incredibly cozy. There’s a lot of dark wood work and fluffy pillows, even a few blankets in a basket with a “please return after use” sign above an empty one beside it, and the whole place just smells…warm?

You’re knocked out of your thoughts by the front door bell chiming “Hello! How can we-oh, it’s you” Ms. Rose’s voice drops all cheer as she greets…Oh my god, it’s Jean Laurent, why the fuck is your first customer a movie star!?! Jean fucking Laurent saunters up to the counter “Hey Evelyn~” “Laurent” Jean laughs “So cold” his gaze shifts over to you, looking you up and down

“Who’s this?” You feel like a deer in headlights, you were ready to serve weird demons not Whole Ass Human Celebrity Jean Laurent “They’re my new employee, and I’ll thank you not to fuck with them” The venom in your bosses voice snaps you out of your little trance, looking over to him you see that his eyes have strained into small slits and his ears are angled back against his head

Ok! Um, you ask what Mr. Laurent would like, he chuckles “Oh please, there’s no need to be so formal. I’ll have my usual, cutie” You can feel your face betray you as all the blood in your body seems to drain into your cheeks. Ok, focus! He wants his usual? Oh, here we go, Jean’s order. Ew. It doesn’t look good but if that’s what he wants then you guess so

You glance back up at your boss. She really doesn’t seem to like him. Huh, you know you probably shouldn’t but you have a feeling she’d get a kick out of seeing him gag a little bit. You fain a bit of cluelessness as you look through the drinks you could make. A Sucker punch looks like it could get a reaction out of him, it’d probably piss him off though. What should you make him?

[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 3

Later, as Kenzie served her breakfast, Chloe said, “Today I think you’re going to wear a shorter skirt. And you’re not going to wear a bra.”

“Are you sure ... ?”

“Of course I’m sure. Your boobs aren’t THAT big ... Could be good for them. And you’re sure too, aren’t you?”

Kenzie thought for a moment. “Uh huh!!”

“That’s a good girl. You’re my super agreeable little airhead, aren’t you?”

Kenzie just giggled. It felt good to giggle.

Super Silly

Fragile Minded

Sexpot

Giggly Fuckslut

Even though you’d be ashamed

to be a mindless cumslut

Singing this song long enough will turn you to a dumb slut

Super Silly

Fragile Minded

Sexpot

Giggly Fuckslut

Her boobs weren’t that much bigger than her sister’s, but they weren’t all that small either. Feeling them sway as she walked the halls felt almost like being naked at school (and that made her think again of the library, and the uniform) because going braless was something she only did at home, in her room. The feeling of her nipples rubbing against her sheer silky blouse (another of her sister’s “suggestions”) was very distracting to her increasingly foggy mind—and their all-day prominence was distracting to a lot of the boys.

Her sister was so smart!! And had such good ideas!! It was a shame she hadn’t gotten the same kind of scholarship that Kenzie was getting, she probably deserved it more. But the family made juuuust a little too much money and Chloe’s grades were juuuust a little too low and ... It hadn’t worked out that way. No wonder Chloe was occasionally a little jealous of her little sister!!

Still, it had all worked out. Chloe got that nice job at the radio station where she could tinker with recording equipment and continue her A/V experiments, so that was OK ...

Super Silly Fragile Minded

Sexpot Giggly Fuckslut ...

Kenzie had had to skip out of AP English to meet a boy in the bathroom. (She HAD to! He’d been REAL persuasive ...) They’d kissed for a long time while he pawed at her tits through her blouse. Then he said, “You wanna show me your boobs?” and she realized she DID so she took off her top and he sucked on them for a while, while she squeezed his dick through his jeans. And when the bell rang he left, but she couldn’t quite put her brain back together enough to figure out how to put her top back on so she just leaned against the wall of the stall and hummed, in her midthigh skirt and soaked panties, and toyed with her hard bare nipples until another boy came into the stall and seemed surprised to see her but was happy to play with her swaying boobs and take out his hard member and stroke it and when he told her to get on her knees she thought it was a great idea and when he sprayed on her tits and said, “you love how that feels, don’t you,” she had to agree ...

Even though you’d be ashamed

to be a mindless cumslut ...

Some part of Kenzie was ashamed of the things she’d done in school. Of the things she was still thinking of doing. Of the bizarre shift in her priorities. But it was like the shame was fueling the arousal. Her sister had said, “You like being filthy don’t you?” and she did. “You like showing off your body, don’t you?” and she did.

They watched TV together that night, sprawled on the couch, the boring homework again ignored. Kenzie was definitely not sitting like a lady. Her long legs were stretched toward her sister, in nothing but long socks and a little thong, while her perky boobs tumbled bare out of her loose shirt. She was watching the screen but still idly humming along with her favorite tunes on her headphones when Chloe suddenly said, “Boys like it when you show off your body.”

Kenzie moaned and clenched her thighs together. “Uhhh huhh.” Her fingers flew to her pussy, so easily accessible now. Just thinking of showing off made her suggestible brain horny.

“You know who else likes it?”

Kenzie shook her head.

Chloe spread her legs, showing she wasn’t wearing anything under her My Chemical Romance sleep shirt. She spread her pussy lips with two fingers, showing how glistening they were.

“I do.”

Mesmerized, Kenzie slipped off her thong. She knew, distantly, that her mother was out for the evening, but she also knew that it wouldn’t matter if she wasn’t. Only obedience to Chloe mattered.

Chloe suggested they watch each other tease their cunts for a while, and they did. Chloe suggested they didn’t want to cum yet, so they didn’t. Chloe said, “Time for bed,” and so it was.

Chloe gave her her own extension charger, so she could listen to her iPod all night without it dying. (So nice! Kenzie thought.) And Chloe whispered one more suggestion.

And suggested that Kenzie would forget she mentioned it.

So Kenzie did.

Now, you don’t need to remember

What you are told to forget ...

All you need to remember

Is obedience, pet ...

Kenzie woke to find that her sheets were soaked with sweat and her fingers were jammed deep in her soaking pussy.

The dream had been more real and vivid than ever. The library, the too-small school uniform, the staring eyes of the eager boys ... She stroked, she writhed, she moaned ... With increasing desperation ...

Finally, she ran into the living room, completely naked. “Help me!”

“What’s up?”

“I can’t cum!!!”

Chloe put on her serious face. “Well, why don’t you go make my breakfast while I think about this. Make me a nice omelette. Use the green peppers and the red peppers, and throw in a little mushroom too. Remember, it always feels good to obey.”

“Feels good to obey. Yes. Omelette. Check.” And she eagerly ran off to the kitchen, still naked.

“Hmmm. Maybe ...” Chloe swallowed her last bite as Kenzie stood eagerly at her elbow, almost bouncing on her toes. “Maybe you need a cock! You can borrow one of my toys ...”

Chloe watched as her desperate, stupid, agreeable, fuzz-brained little sister writhed with her drooling cunt stuffed with artificial cock. She was close, closer than she had been, but still not quite there. She was riding the edge, and it was so good, but so hard ... Finally, without quite realizing she was saying it, Kenzie whimpered, “Please ...”

“Okay,” murmured Chloe. “You may cum.”

After the screaming was over, Chloe brushed away the hair that was matted to her sister’s glistening forehead. “Now. It feels good to obey, doesn’t it?”

She nodded, still gasping.

“Good girl. Let’s pick out your clothes for today.”

Silly makes you horny and then

Horny makes you silly and then

Silly makes you horny ...

Sitting in AP History was making her head hurt. The teacher was sooo boring, and she wanted to touch her pussy soooo bad.... Her short plaid skirt was a lot shorter than it had been in 8th grade but it still looked good. And SO MANY boys had been undressing her with their eyes today ...

Yes, her head hurt with this dumb class, but she knew what to do about it... She was going to skip the next class, and go down to the school library ...

There would be boys. And cocks.

She giggled.

That would make her dumb head happy.

Singing this song long enough will turn you to a dumb slut

Super

Silly

Fragile

Minded

Sexpot

Giggly

Fuckslut