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XXXIV. Owner of danvers event planning. originally a californian.

[ozmikkelsen]

LOCATION & OCCASION — The Jagged Yard, Coyote Ugly Night.  CHARACTERS — Oz Mikkelsen & Rebekah Danvers. ( @rebekahdanvers​ )

After a brief period outside of the bar to visit one of the food trucks Oz felt himself sobering up fairly nicely— a relief by all accounts considering he’d almost forgotten how uncomfortable the feeling of being genuinely drunk made him these days. He was still having a great time and that was enough to encourage him to stay as he stepped back into the ‘Yard and gently pushed his way through the crowd towards the bar with the goal of getting a beer. At least he could nurse one or two of those for a while before he decided to leave and that would allow him to remain more or less aware and in control of himself. He leaned against the bar casually– flashing one of the bartenders an easy smile as he waited for them to work through the small crowd building around him. He caught sight of Rebekah from the corner of his eye and his smile widened the slightest bit before he leaned over to speak to her properly, “You already order your drink? Can I get you one?”

[rebekahdanvers]

As the night continued, Rebekah realized how much she hated being around drunk people - more specifically drunk men. With her attitude towards them she was already annoyed with their existence; drunk men fawning over here and trying to get her to dance only pushed her annoyance for them even higher. As much as she wanted to stay out of the Jagged Edge, the woman had to enter periodically to ensure the event was going smoothly. A few head nods and waves saved Rebekah just enough until she looked over to find Oz just a few feet away, staring straight at her. “I’m not drinking tonight, but thank you though,” the woman spoke with a friendly smile, pointing down to her clipboard.

***

[rebekahdanvers]

starter for @oflilydanvers​ location: the jagged yard

“Rome, no I don’t want that there, put it over by that food truck over there. Ya know, the one that has the name on the sign...” Rolling her eyes at the hired help, Rebekah let out a small groan as she walked over to the Jagged Edge. As she entered, the woman smiled at the patrons having fun. The ladies dancing on the counter hyped the crowd as they raised their hands, cheering. The woman waved at a few of the bartenders, giving them a thumbs up for their great job. Rebekah continued to walk around, keeping an eye on everything until they rested on a familiar face; a face she was surprised to be seeing at such an event.

“Are you okay to be here?” Rebekah asked her sister as she approached her. “Isn’t this a little ... I don’t know, triggering for you?”

[rebekahdanvers]

[rebekahdanvers]

hanasseong​:

x

While Rebekah was out of the office for the day, Hana was there working and making sure everything was going smoothly. Of course it was, and when the time came for the woman to go out for lunch, she did just that. Normally, she would just get lunch delivered in and stay in the building to keep working or watch others to make sure they were working, but it was a good day so going out, getting something, and taking her Yorkie out for a little walk was a good idea. She put the leash on Nari, grabbed her things, and she was out the door.

A nice walk to get lunch was the perfect idea and she headed down the street. Hana’s plan was to take the longer route there so Nari could run around and then the shorter route back before she’d just eat in the office. It was a good plan and one Nari seemed to be very okay with as she sniffed anything and everything on their path; which was now leading them to the park. The two were barely halfway through the area when a familiar dog ran up to them and started greeting her. A smile appeared on her face and she quickly started petting Frenchie; looking up to see Rebekah coming after the dog.

“Oh, please. I think it’s mandatory at this point to have Frenchie do this.” She smirked and grabbed the other dog’s leash so she could hand it back to her boss. “Day off going well?” She teased.

.

-

She let out a frustrated huff, thankful her pup decided to stop at the familiar scent and not continue running like a chicken with it’s head cut off. Thanking her assistant as she took the leash, Rebekah sent a glare toward Frenchie, who in turned let out a soft bark, sat and began breathing heavy with her tongue out. Despite the dog forcing Rebekah to run against her will, she couldn’t stay mad at her companion with how adorable she looked.

“So far it’s been okay,” the woman answered with a small smile. “But you know how I am, I’m constantly thinking about work and have been looking at my e-mails.” With one look toward her assistant, Rebekah held up a hand. “Looking at my e-mails, not answering them, I promise,” she added. 

-

[rebekahdanvers]

atlaswilliams​:

New friends. God, it was almost a foreign concept to the male. He spent so much of his time searching for something between the legs of every woman he bed. While he was fortunate enough to consider some of them friends, it was rare that any of them actually meant it. He couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Beks would be the same. Regardless, he was curious and curious would always lead to questions. Whether or not she wanted to answer those questions herself, well, only time and drinks would tell.

Atlas nodded toward the bartender, silently assuring the person behind the bar that he wanted another. “I work at a family wolf rescue,” he hummed, wondering if that was really the question she wanted to know most. “My parents built it from the ground up. I’ve been helping out since as long as I can remember. What about you?”

Rebekah almost spit out her drink at the mention of where he worked. The Wolf Rescue was one of Rebekah’s favorite places in the town as wolves were her favorite animals. There was something so majestic and yet goofy about wolves and she admired them. “No way!” she said loudly, her hand hitting the counter. “I love that place. My parents would take me when I was younger almost every other weekend so I could see the wolves. My favorite was that all white one with piercing green eyes. She passed away before I left for college, but she was absolutely beautiful and kind.” Sitting back in her seat, Rebekah took a brief walk down memory lane. 

“Did you know that the Japanese word for wolf means God?” Rebekah asked, giving a quick weird fact; she’s chalk full of them. For a moment, Rebekah cleared her throat, realizing she probably sounded a little odd. “I’m an event planner - more specifically wedding planner.”

[max-cortez]

location: the sweet spot in claret park.

@providencepeakstarters​

Something sweet. What the hell did that even mean? Chocolate? Everyone loved chocolate, right? Or had he meant something chewy? He was a grown man; what the hell did a grown man mean by something sweet? Aspen practically walked the entire candy store before settling back at the chocolate. Dark chocolate? Milk? Crisp? Since when did secretary’s start picking up sweets for their boss? “Hey, quick question. Say your boss asked if you could pick him up something sweet while you get out for lunch. What would you go with? I was thinking chocolate, but then I thought about everything else and there’s too many options and now I can’t settle on one.” God, why the hell was she like this?

[rebekahdanvers]

The Sweet Spot was a place Rebekah had visited quite frequently, not only for her clients, but for her own sweet tooth. She loved being in the shop for the sole purpose of smelling everything; it was her guilty pleasure. If there was ever a time Rebekah didn’t leave the store with a little something, one would know she was in a bad mood, or she was sick. Turning to the voice, Rebekah gave a small shrug as she looked around. “I mean, does he prefer chocolate?” she asked, narrowing her eyes to the girl. “If he does, maybe do a little something with hazelnut in it, or even the chocolate covered oreos. If not, then maybe something like the rock candies.” Rebekah pointed over to the opposite wall. “Or, to keep his mouth busy so he’s not bothering you, a gobstopper?”

*.*.*.*.*

[phoebetonk]

Sophia Bush + puppies 😍

[rebekahdanvers]

@oflilydanvers

[rebekahdanvers]

starter for: @oflilydanvers location: their casa

Mornings were always touch and go for Rebekah. Some mornings she’d wake up in such a sour mood where even Frenchie looking at her would make her annoyance meter flare. Then there were other mornings where Rebekah would be a ray of fucking sunshine. This particular morning the brunette was not in the mood for much as she had a hectic day waiting for her. Upon looking at her phone she had seen almost fifty emails and twenty texts to be answered; this provided the small nudge toward her anxiety to flare. 

Swinging her legs off the bed, Rebekah helped her pup hop off before heading down to the kitchen. An empty mug was on the Keurig; courtesy of her sister. With a thankful smile Rebekah pressed the ‘go’ button and watched as her favorite coffee began pour into the glass. Clicking off her phone, Rebekah left it on the counter before going off to find her sister.

Checking the back patio, the eldest sister watched as Lily changed her position into warrior. With the coffee mug in hand, Rebekah leaned against the doorframe. “Thanks for the coffee,” she spoke not too loud to fully interrupted her sister’s concentration. However, Frenchie didn’t mind too much as she quickly rushed toward Lily, jumping up for kisses. 

[spendforevers-deactivated202301]

on every single level except physical, i am troy bolton yelling about his feelings in an empty high school

[rebekahdanvers]

duke-reifer​:

It was rare to have someone with such a professional sounding occupation roll up inside the comic book store. Duke wasn’t expecting her to say she was a wedding planner. Yeah, the sound of that made him blink and he almost forgot how to talk. In all honesty, it was much easier talking to people about comics if they already had some information about them. But this woman didn’t know anything, which wasn’t a bad thing, but she seemed a little intimidating. Especially with being a wedding planner. That was such an out of the blue occupation to be said in a store like that. There Duke was, just a retail worker while a professional was looking at him expectedly.

“A wedding planner?” He echoed. “Wow, that’s cool. Um, okay.” Duke paused to think over the dilemma and he absentmindedly put his shoulders back more, not wanting to seem like he was slouching. “I’ll try my best to give you as much information as I can, I promise,” he chuckled softly. “Do you know any specifics that your client wants? Like specific characters that they’re into or did they just tell you to wing it?” Duke cracked a friendly smile, but was also hoped to make her a little more comfortable since she seemed very out of her element.

As his words, Rebekah nodded with a smile before looking down at her phone. A text had gone through from her assistant giving her more information on the bride and groom; just in time for her to be able to answer the shopkeeper’s question. “As a matter of fact, the groom is a DC fan and the bride is a Marvel fan; is there a way to infuse them together?” Rebekah asked looking up at him.

“When I tell you I’m clueless about this stuff, I literally mean it,” she added. “So everything in that knowledgeable brain of yours will be a big help. And I’ll probably pop my head back in here throughout this year to get some tips as their wedding isn’t for another year and two months.”

[rebekahdanvers]

emwalsh​:

“Next week? Sure, we can definitely do that,” Emily said, glancing down at the tablet to check which days would be best. “Thursday works the best for us. And of course I’ll help them out myself since no one knows this place better than I do.” When Rebekah brought clients, Emily always saw to it that she took cafe of things herself. It was more personal that way. “Our white room sounds like the best choice for the reception space. It can easily accommodate that many people.” 

xx

Looking down at her iPad, Rebekah immediately began scheduling and taking notes so that she may rely the information to her client. “Oh yes, I remember the last client I had who took the white room; it was beautiful. Hopefully this bride can let go of her mermaid dreams wedding theme and let me do something a little bit more elegant.” Shaking her head, the woman scuffed at the mention of the theme. She hated whenever brides had a theme; its a wedding, not a prom or a sweet sixteen. 

“Will you be here Thursday to show or will it be someone else?”

[riverdaleladiesdaily]

#a whole mood

[filmgifs]

Charlie’s Angels (2000) dir. McG

[imanes]

me: *pushes ppl away before they have a chance to hurt me*

me: damb why is everyone ignoring me

[duke--reifer]

( * OPEN STARTER ) LOCATION ; cloudy comics NEIGHBORHOOD ; university heights TIME ; morning

The comic book store was quiet and it was still fairly early in the morning, and one employee was reorganizing a shelf while Duke was posted up at the counter with a sketchbook grasping his attention. He had a pencil in his hand as he drew a sketch of Batman, adding more details to the bat symbol on the character’s chest. The store had comics galore and most of the visitors tended to be kids or college students, the latter especially since they were located near the university. But whenever a customer walked in that was clearly older than the typical university student, it would make Duke even happier.

Maybe he just liked knowing that even adults like him or older still enjoyed comic books.

The little bell attached to the top of the front door jingled, catching Duke’s attention. He sat up straighter and watched the person enter. “Welcome to Cloudy Comics,” he greeted with a friendly, lopsided smile. “If there’s anything we can help you find, just let us know. Oh, and uh,” Duke paused, pointing to a sales sign that was in front of most shelves. “We have a buy one, get fifty percent off deal going on this week too.”

[rebekahdanvers]

In all her years of planning weddings for others, Rebekah had to survive quite a few odd weddings themes. There was the vampire and zombie wedding, the Shania Twain wedding, the alien wedding, the camo wedding, and now, Rebekah must plan a wedding based on comic books. However, growing up she wasn’t into the comic book scene and neither was her brother; Rebekah visited the neared comic book store to try and get some knowledge on the matter.

Walking through the front door, she almost turned around upon hearing the bell chime; this was not her scene. A soft sigh of relief escaped her lips as the clerk called out. “Yes, please, I need all the help I can get,” she informed him, walking toward the check-out counter. 

“I’m a wedding planner and my client wants a comic book type wedding. I know absolutely nothing about comic books or have even opened one in my life so I’d like a little general information about them.”

[rebekahdanvers]

&&.ATLAS​:

Beks. It would be easy enough to remember. That, and how could he forget a smile like hers? Then again, didn’t he say that about most women he crossed paths with? “Seems like a fair question. Just because everyone else prefers it, doesn’t mean you do. It’s fitting, though.” Whatever that meant. “Pleasure’s all mine. I mean, I’m the one who decided to sit here when there’s a whole bar to choose from,” he shrugged, though he took her hand in his gently and returned the greeting. She could’ve told him to fuck off, but she didn’t seem to mind his company. That had to mean something, right?

Impressed, Atlas grinned and listened intently. It was a lot to unpack in just a few words, but he felt sort of bad capitalizing on such a heavy truth. “Damn,” he exhaled, almost wishing he hadn’t assumed anything at all. “That’s tough. I’m sorry to hear about your mom. I can’t imagine that’s been too easy.” He wasn’t quite sure what he would’ve done without his mother. Not when she was the only one who seemed to believe in him. “Providence Peak has a lot to offer,” he shrugged, thankful that their drinks showed up when they did. “Here’s to you coming back to this place,” he offered, holding up the shot glass for her to do the same. “Anything you wanna add, Beks?” The name fell from his lips with ease as he looked back at her, eager to hear if there was anything else.

Mimicking his actions, Rebekah slightly turned in her seat to better face him. Hearing her nickname casually roll from his lips made a smirk tug at the corner of her lips. However, that was all it would amount to. Throughout the thirteen years of being single, Rebekah wasn’t able to feel much for anyone else after having her heart brutally broken. There had been many men like Atlas who had approached her with a kind smile and an obligatory ear to listen, and maybe - just maybe - a shoulder to cry on. Each one was then waved off and rebekah would go home by herself - or she’d invite them for a (hopefully) fun night before sending them on their way before the sun would rise. 

“To new friends,” Rebekah replied, clinking her glass together with his. Taking the shot, Rebekah quickly placed the glass onto the counter, pushing it toward the bartender. 

“So, Atlas, what is it you do here in Providence Peak?” she asked, genuinely interested in his possible line of work.