as my lawfully wedded husband

Hi Barry, um, there’s something that I need to say to you. I love you. And if something happens I need you to hear this. I, Iris Anne West take you Bartholemew Henry Allen to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold. To love and to cherish until death do us part.
—  Iris West’s wedding vows to Barry Allen

dreammeposts  asked:

I so desperately wanted somthing good today so I decided re-read some of your old posts. They all are so great! But I found out that there is no Saeran and V in request about Wedding night with RFA:(. Can you please do them too when you have time? These two guys really deserve something so sweet!

Thank you, you’re really sweet <3 I’m so glad I’m bringing you this much happiness, and feel free to alwways talk to me if you feel like it, okay?

So here it is:

Wedding night: Saeran and V 


  • “Okay, I heard about runaway brides and runaway grooms, but this is crazy.” Zen stated to Jaehee.
  • “And the best man is missing too.” Jumin said. “What? Saeyoung isn’t here either?”
  • “No, I checked twice, the three of them just… disappeared.” Yoosung said breathlessly, as he came in running.
  • Nobody wanted to say it loud, but they were all thinking the same: the twins’ father. Did he take you as hostage and forced the tins to come with him without resistance?
  • You and Saeran let your phones in the hotel, Saeyoung had his, apparently, but it kept going to voicemail, which was already filled with messages from Yoosung.
  • Jumin was getting ready to send a force task after the three of you. But Saeyoung finally picked up. “Saeyoung, what’s happening? Are you okay? Are MC and Saeran okay?” Yoosung sounded desperate, but he was so relieved
  • “Yeah, they’re great! Just chill, bro.” “How can I chill? The bride and the groom are missing!” “They’re not missing, they’re fine and in the way of their honeymoon.” “What? How can they have a honeymoon without the wedding?” Zen asked as Yoosung put the call on speaker.
  • “Yeah, here’s the thing… there won’t be a wedding…” “What?” all of them asked at the same time. “Well, you should hear this from them, but they decided they aren’t ready for a wedding right now.” “But are they ready for honeymoon, huh?” Jumin asked, his personal beliefs were very clear here.
  • “Well, I’m not in the position to judge and neither are you. Let them be happy as they want. Okay, gotta go! Something just came up! Ba-bye!” he hangs up “Where were we?”
  • “The part about me taking this man to be my lawfully wedded husband?” you say, smiling. “Seriously, what kind of minister answers his phone in the middle of the vows?” Saeran glared at his brother.
  •  “I’m not a real minister, bro, I’m just doing this because you two insisted in having a smaller ceremony.” Really smaller, as it were only the three of you, and a squirrel walking by in the park you two chose to have this symbolic ceremony. So what if it wasn’t official? What you two shared felt official for a while now…
  • “Yeah, whatever. And what’s with the honeymoon thing? Tmi, stupid!” “Well, that was the only way to make them feel uncomfortable about asking anything else, you’re welcome. And can I say you’re very cute saying ‘tmi’, brother? You’re cute, Saeran” Saeyoung teased him.
  • Saeran was ready to pick up a fight, but you cupped his face with your hands, forcing him to focus on you. “This is not a moment to fight, this is about love, remember?” How could he forget? You looked like you just stepped out of one of his dreams, the ones he never thought he could have a few years ago.
  • “Yeah, of course. I’m sorry.” He said, blushing. You wanted to squeeze his cheeks, but that would only make him more flustered, and he hated being flustered in front of his brother. “That’s fine, I know you’re just nervous. Proceed, Minister Choi”
  • “Yes, sure. So, uhm… MC, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in… ah, that’s boring and I’m not a real Minister, let’s go to the fun part… If there be anyone present who may show just and lawful cause why this couple may not be legally wed, let him speak now or forever hold his peace.” “There’s nobody here but us, idiot!” “What about the squirrel?”
  • “I swear in the name of the squirrel I’ll punch you, Saeyoung!” you glare at him, Saeran chuckles at your sudden change of mood. “Ahhh, don’t! Your punches really hurt! Uhmm… with the powers vested in me by Longcat, I now pronounce you wife and husband…”
  • “Aren’t you missing something?” Saeran asks impatiently. “Ah sure… You may kiss the bri…” Saeran didn’t even wait for his brother to finish, he pulled you for a kiss, not even caring if his brother was watching.
  • “Let’s go, Mr. Squirrel, I think honeymoon just started!” Saeyoung says, almost running out of there.


  • He didn’t show up to the bachelor party the night before the wedding, that itself felt a little suspicious.
  • Then he wasn’t in his room on the wedding day. Jumin, his best man, kept pacing back and forth, calling him every two minutes.
  • Nobody wanted to think of this, but they were all wondering if V disappeared because he realized he didn’t forget her completely… yes, this marriage thing was so sudden! Was he trying to force himself on forgetting her? Of course this wouldn’t end up well…
  • The RFA voted as Jaehee to talk to you, she was the only one that would sound alarming enough without getting you to panic. Also, the boys were too scared of seeing you cry.
  • You didn’t even flinch. Were you also expecting for something like this? “Don’t worry. We’ll find him.” You stated. Oh… not really, you just trusted him.
  • But as soon as she let you alone, you realized how scared you were. Would he be really capable of just abandoning you like this?
  • You needed some fresh air, so you sneaked out of the room. It was a beautiful late afternoon, the sky was a mix of orange, pink and purple…
  • That did a beautiful contrast to his turquoise hair. Yes, V was there, leaning by the porch in front of the beach. You weren’t sure if you should come close, he looked like he was in some kind of trance.
  •  “Jihyun?” you asked, and he turned suddenly, almost falling when he realized you were ready. You looked like a sea nymph, a goddess of the waters.
  • “MC, I… I’m sorry, I… you look stunning, my love.” “Thank you, I dressed like that for the wedding, you know? That one with the two of us?”
  • “Yes, of course. I apologize for losing track of time. Is everybody mad at me?” “No, they’re just worried, I suppose.”
  • “Are you worried?” “Well, I… there’s this part of me who tells me not to get worried. We love each other and we want to share a whole life!” “But…”
  • “But there’s this other part of me, the one that remembers that… she is somewhere in Alaska right now… getting better. What if she gets really better, V? Will you leave me for her?” BOOM! There it was…
  • “MC, the bullet I took for her… is out of my body, but I still feel the pain. Not physically, but it let a mark on me, a reminder that no matter what I did for her, all that was left for me when it comes to her is… pain.”
  • “And when it comes to me…?” “I feel like I’m under the most beautiful sky in the world. You remind me, that no matter how wide is the world, I can spread my horizons ever further when I’m with you.” Oh… wow.
  • “I love you, MC. I wish I can put in more proper words, but… I don’t know the words that express how much I love you.” He held your hand and hugged you tenderly.
  • “Now I believe a wedding should be in session, right?” “Can we stay like this just a little longer?” you asked and he chuckled. “Anything you want, my angel.”

This was an additon to this post~

This Woman’s Work: Tom Holland x Reader

Based on the song (flawlessly) performed by singer Maxwell. Inspired by @cocosierra94 hyping me up to write this under this pic of Tom holding a baby😭

Reader has complications during what’s supposed to be a normal childbirth and has to fight for her life. 

Warnings: Angst, Hella Sadness, Death (???)

Words: 2k and some change. 

You can take a quick listen here (highly recommend that you listen if you want to cry😂)

It’s not supposed to happen like this, Tom thought as tears streamed down his face. He sat in the private waiting room with both of your families. He let out a loud sob and his mother rested his head on her shoulder. “She’s going to make it.” She kept repeating that to her son whose mind explored what he could’ve done better as a husband as you fought for you and your unborn baby girl’s life.


“Are you nervous?” You joked as he drove to the hospital. “Me, I’m not the one giving birth.” He said. “Well by the way your gripping that steering wheel I would say you were.” You laughed and then winced once you felt a contraction. He jerked his head to look at you, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just the contractions.” You rubbed your stomach and smiled, “I can’t wait for her.” He nodded, “She’s going to be perfect.” He said loosening his grip from the steering wheel and took your hand. He pulled up to the hospital and ran to alert the staff.

You were wheeled to your room and made comfortable, “everyone’s on the way.” Tom said looking up from his phone. “Calm down baby.” You laughed taking in his anxious demeanor. “I-I’m fine.” He shrugged, taking a seat beside the bed. Six hours had passed and all of your family had been in the room to see you. “You two are going to be great parents.” Mrs. Holland gushed grabbing your hand. After a chatting for a while, you felt a fire shoot through your lower body. You let out an agonizing scream and Tom jumped up, “Are you okay love?”

“The contractions are getting closer.” You breathed. “I’ll go get the doctor.” His parents walked out of the room t o get your OB/GYN. The doctor came in and smiled, “So how are we doing?”

“They’re closer.” Tom answered. She put on her gloves and checked you, “You’re not dilated yet so we’ll give you the epidural and then let the magic happen.”

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N.E.I.G.H.B.O.R.S Pt.11 // Fanfic

Modern Friends AU // Nessian

The One With The Runaway Groom 

Cassian stood up on the altar watching his wife to be slowly walk up the aisle. His eyes moved over the crowd. He barely recognized more then half the guests, but he spotted Rhys and Feyre in the crowd. They both looked neutral, not happy nor sad, with fake smiles plastered on their faces when they saw him looking. 

“Cassian,” Claire whispers loudly, his eyes jerk towards her and see her and her father standing at the bottom of the stairs. “Can you at least pretend to be interested?” 

He walks down the stairs and takes her arm, helping her up the stairs to where they we were to be married in front of all of their guests. “Repeat after me. I, Claire, take you Cassian to me my lawfully wedded husband,” the preacher says. Claire repeats her vows and the preacher turns towards Cassian. 

“I, Cassian,-,” Cassian gives his friends one last glance before continuing. “take you, Nesta.” he pauses, he said something wrong.  He hears Feyre gasp and Claire’s friends and family start whispering. 

The preacher looks between Claire and Cassian but no one moves. “Am I continuing?” he asks, slightly confused. Claire nods quickly. “Okay, um, repeat after me. I, Cassian, take you, CLAIRE, to be my wife.” 

Cassian swallows the lump in his throat before saying, “I, Cassian, take you- I am sorry. I can’t do this.” 

Cassian didn’t look back. He didn’t look back as he ran out of the chapel. He didn’t look back as he ran to his car and he didn’t look back as he sped his car out of the parking lot. He had to get out of there before he made the biggest mistake of his life. 

“Everything happens for a reason, Nessie,” Elain says comforting, Nesta could hear the desperate tone in her voice. Nesta was always the one comforting Elain it was never the other way around. Nesta never let herself break in front of her sisters before. 

“I know but I just feel alone right now,” she says, putting her head into her hands as she sits up on the roof of Rhys and Feyres house. She let herself wonder what was happening at the wedding. Were they at the vows? Were they already announced Husband and Wife? 

“I wish I could be there,” Elain says, and Nesta can hear the faint sounds of a baby cry. 

“Your married with a kid, I understand your not going to be able to do weekend road trips anymore. I’ll get over it. I always do,” Nesta replies, the baby crying starts getting louder. “I should let you go.” 

“Nesta, if you need to talk we can talk. Lucien can handle her,” Elain retorts. 

“I’ll be okay. Go be with your family,” Nesta replies. They say there goodbyes and Nesta lays her phone on the table next to her as she leans back in the chair. She thinks she hears someone calling her name but everyone she knows is at the wedding. 

“Nesta,” she hears someone yell again. She stands up and turns around just as the door opens. “Finally, I’ve been looking all over town for you.” 

“Cassian? What are you doing here? Your supposed to be married,” she blurted. 

“I am not anywhere I am not supposed to be,” he retorts, closing the distance between them. “Nesta, I had to see you. After last night-,” 

“I am sorry about that. I shouldn’t have blurted it out. You were right when you said I was being selfish,” Nesta interjected. “But you didn’t have to come talk to me before you got married. We could have talked after you got back from your honeymoon. I still want to be your friend, Cassian, if that’s okay.”


“I know it’ll be hard because I told you I loved you but I am-,” 

She’s cut off mid-sentence when he pulls her towards him and kisses her. She reacts right away by wrapping her hands around his neck to close the little distance between them they had left. She pulls away slightly, his forehead resting on hers. “Your supposed to be getting married-,”

“Nesta, will you shut up?” Cassian interrupts, with a chuckle. Nesta shuts her mouth and looks up at him confused. “I am not married. I am not getting married. Today at least.” 

Her brows furrow in confusion as she questions, “what do you mean your not getting married?” 

“If you let me finish any of my sentences,” he says giving her a jokingly pointed look. “You would learn that I canceled it. I didn’t want to make the biggest mistake of my life especially after the girl I love finally told me she loves me back.” 

“So you still love me?” she asks. 

“Would I be here if I didn’t?” he says, she shakes her head with a small smile on her face. “Did I ever tell you how thankful I am you knocked on my door at four in the morning for “sugar”?” 

“It was for sugar!” she protested, but she doesn’t have time for anymore protesting because he’s pulled her into another kiss. 

                                     And they lived Happily Ever After 

                                                      The End 

Do you guys want an Epilogue? 

I love Hot Air Balloons!

Dean x Reader

Brief mentions of Sam, Cas, Jody, Donna, Claire, Garth and Crowley (seriously the whole Scooby Gang). Lots of fluff to balance the smut.

Warnings: Smut, Oral (female receiving), slight Doctor Kink, language, period talk.

A/N: This is was written for Beca’s Big Celebration Challenge. @jensen-jarpad

You woke up in the middle of the night with some awful cramps on your left side. You left your sleeping boyfriend and walked to the bathroom. You tried but you couldn’t go so you thought it may just be indigestion or an old injury flaring up. You took some Tums and a couple of Tylenol and returned to your snuggly boyfriend.
“You ok, sweetheart?” Dean asked in a sleepy but concerned voice. He wrapped his warm arm around you.
“Yeah, my tummy hurts.” You pouted in a baby voice.
“Period?” He questioned.
“No, that was last week remember.”
“I do, now that you mention it. You want me to rub your belly, Baby?”
You curled closer into him, “Yeah, that would be nice.” His rough hands felt nice on your soft skin, you let his expert touch guide your relief.

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darcyfirth  asked:

"You want me to ask you to marry me."

Thank you ♥♥♥

“You want me to ask you to marry me.” Harry looks down at the ring in his hand – a ring he most definitely didn’t buy and would never have bought, Eggsy deserves something much more beautiful than this – and then up at Eggsy once more, says, “You are aware that this is not how it is usually done, aren’t you?”
“Yup”, Eggsy replies, the widest grin Harry has ever seen a person smile on his lips, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “But you didn’t up until now, so obviously you needed a bit of a push, so off you go.”
Harry pauses for a second, then shrugs, and starts to get down on one knee; Eggsy is right after all, and at least he knows the answer to his question now.
“Eggsy Unwin, would you do me the rather surprising, but still immense honour of becoming my lawfully wedded husband?”

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Our Day

Jughead Jones x Reader

Walking down sweet water river, holding onto Kevin’s arm, I couldn’t believe our day was finally here. After all these years of high school and college, we’ve finally came back to Riverdale with all of our friends and are getting married, just like we said we would when we were sixteen. Looking down our propped isle to see Jughead, stood there in his black suit, grey tie and to my surprise the beanie wasn’t anywhere to be seen. His raven hair was styled to perfection and my heart literally skipped a beat at the sight of him.

“Ready for this?” Kevin whispered, both of us smiling at all the guests as we walked towards Jughead. “I’ve been waiting the last 8 years for this” The smile never leaving my face, watching as Archie, Jugs best man whispered something in his ear, getting a nod in return. Finally reaching Jughead, I almost ran from Kevin, his grip on my arm stopping me.

“I’m so happy for you” Kev whispered, kissing my cheek before taking the only empty seat left. Handing Betty my flowers, I smiled at my three bridesmaids, Betty, Cheryl and Veronica. I couldn’t have been happier with how everything’s turned out.

“Where the hell is the beanie?” Finally looking back at Jughead, all our guests laughing along with me. “Right here” He winked, tapping the inside of his suit jacket pocket making me laugh.

Fred Andrews was our priest, got himself ordained online thanks to the help of Archie. Looking at our guests as Fred spoke, my heart broke a little knowing my parents refuse to be here because it’s Jughead I’m marrying but my love for him clearly wasn’t enough, neither is the fact that he makes me happy every single day.

“Y/N?” Mr Andrews voice bringing me back to reality. “Your vows?” He asked.

“I’ve been thinking for months now about what to say but when you love someone as much as I love you it’s hard to put into words for everyone else to understand” I smiled, taking both Jugheads hands in my own. “I freaking love you” I laughed, Jug shyly smiling at me. “I wake up every morning looking forward to what my day brings knowing, that even if it’s the worst day I have, you’re right there, reminding me that I’ll have a better day tomorrow, your smile and presence completely turning my day around” The tears welling in my eyes as I spoke. “How when I’m sick you’ll do anything to make me better, even cuddling with me when you know I’ll make you sick too” Gingerly caressing his cheek, the pad of my thumb running back and forth along his cheek bone. “All I know is I love you and waking up next to you, falling asleep next to or on you” Jughead laughing knowing that happens more often than not. “Spending half of our time together makes me feel full, full of happiness, warmth, love and lots of it” A tear sliding down my cheek, Jugheads thumb wiping it away. “I love the blue of your eyes and even when I could be telling a really  boring story you still have that sparkle in them, the smile that we rarely get to see, is shown a lot more when it’s just the two of us, which still makes my heart skip a beat and butterflies swarm my stomach. I love you Forsythe and I can’t wait for our future” I grinned, gently kissing his cheek, dabbing underneath my eyes to dry and stop my tears.

“Jughead” Archie, spoke offering him vows he had written down. “I’m good” He told his ginger friend, inhaling a big breath, running his hand through his swept back hair, exhaling taking both my hands in his once again.

“Where do I begin?” He chuckled along with our friends, especially those that have witnessed our relationship over the years. “I’m not really one for verbally speaking I would rather just put pen to paper and have someone else read my words” Awkwardly shuffling his feet as he spoke. “But I love you and I love spending all our time together. You make me undeniably happy every second of everyday, even when we argue because you’ll stand your ground, even when you’re wrong which isn’t often” All our guests laughing, a smirk on his perfect lips. “I can’t wait to start a family with you and grow old with you and retire somewhere that’s peaceful so we can both write about anything and everything. I love you and I just want to start forever right now” Both his hands on my face, his lips engulfing mine in a quick but sweet kiss.

“I Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, take you, Forsythe Pendleton Jones to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish always”

“I Forsythe Pendleton Jones, take you,, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish always”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride” Fred, smiled all our guests clapping and cheering.


“Hey there Juliet” Jug grinned, taking my hands in his for our first dance. “Hey there Romeo” my smile never leaving my face. All of our wedding party joining one by one. Polly and Betty chose to dance together which was really sweet, Veronica danced with Archie and Mrs Lodge was dancing with Mr Andrews a few of our other guests slowly making their to the dance floor.

 "Today couldn’t have been any better" Kissing his cheek. “Thank you for turning up” I joked. “Thank you for agreeing to marry me and saying I do” Smirking, just as he spun me around, shrieking as I never expected it.

As the night went on, we drank, we danced, we laughed, we most definitely cried but mostly we enjoyed our night with our friends and family. “I’m sorry your parents refused to be here” Jug apologised handing me another glass of champagne. We still had the speeches to go through and the cutting of the cake which thanks again to Veronica, was flown in from New York.

My parents never approved of mine and Jugheads relationship but he’s the man I love and nothing that anyone could say or do would change how I feel about him. “We’re with our family right now and that’s all that matters to me” Gently kissing his plump lips, our guests cheering and whistling. “I’m sorry your family couldn’t make it either” It broke my heart that Jughead was still trying after all these years to get his family back together. “This is our day and I would do it all over again with or without our families here” He smiled, squeezing my hand in reassurance.

“I love you Jughead Jones” Pecking his lips one last time. “I love you too Y/N Jones” Taking my hand in his, leading us back to the dance floor.

You & I (Part 7)

Til death do us part.

          Despite Pennywise having to watch me at night he had managed to get a strong holding on the next town over.  He even expanded the lair underneath so we’d have an easier time traveling between places. The bump on my belly grew bit by bit as the months went on.  Pennywise was so fascinated the bigger it got.  He thought it was hilarious how I would waddle at times.  My hunger had increased so I was thankful for how quick he had accomplished things.  Especially through my dramatic mood swings.  There would be times I couldn’t even go to town because I would have such a hard time controlling the monstrous parts of me when I would get particularly moody.  Most days I’d spend outside on the back porch just so I wouldn’t go absolutely crazy. Today I had been relaxing after doing some minor house work as I watched the sun set.  Pennywise was laid out on a short brick wall a couple feet away from me. I had so many thoughts running through my head as the time came closer and closer of the baby being born.  

           “Penny, how do you think the baby will come out?”  I looked over at him and he got a thoughtful look on his face.

           “May eat through you. May come out like a human baby. If it does eat through you it’s going to hurt a lot but you’ll live.”  He looked over at me and my eyes had widened.  “I promise if it comes to that I’ll make sure to grab the baby as soon as possible to put into a cocoon.”

           “That’s…”  I leaned back a little in my chair. “comforting I suppose.”

           “I do have some good news though.”  He hopped up from where he was and walked over to me.  I peered up at him with a raised eyebrow.  “Your devilishly clever and good looking fiancé has all the things ready to go for our little ceremony by the river.”  He leaned down with a cheesy smirk on his face.

           “I know you already know this but you’re the absolute best.”  I gave him a kiss and giggled.  “Seriously though.  You’ve done so much for us.”  I rested a hand on the side of his head and gently rubbed his cheek with my thumb, looking at him lovingly.

           “A monsters got to do what a monsters got to do.”  He chuckled as he sat on his knees and resting his head on my stomach.  “I may have no clue what I’m doing but I’ll do anything for our little family.”  He laughed as the baby kicked his head a few times.  “Such a feisty little monster.  You’re going to be just like your daddy.”

           “I just realized we don’t have any names picked out.”  I let out a laugh.  “With everything going on I hadn’t even thought of that.”

           “That slipped my mind too.  Hm.” He propped his elbows on my thighs and put a finger under his chin to pose in a thoughtful look.  “We do still have some time.  I’m sure I can hunt down a baby name book when I get a meal soon. We can go through and pick out a couple that we can choose when the wee monster pops out.”

           “I just honestly hope it comes out looking human at first.  Imagine a baby with tentacle arms.”  We both let out a laugh.

           “It’s time for you to rest darling.  Baby says it’s bed time.  Besides you need some sleep before our tiny wedding tomorrow.”  Pennywise stood up and we headed into the house.  

            I hated having to rest but with so much energy going to the little creature growing inside me I was so exhausted by evening time.  Luckily, Pennywise had only had to restrain me only a handful of times since the first time I had blacked out.  I always felt horrible whenever I came around.  He would be covered in claw marks and have chunks of flesh missing. He’d always laugh it off though. Thankfully tonight was a calm night. I was relieved to see him sitting there with every bit of him still attached.

           “I’ll leave you to get ready.  I’ll see you soon my monster.”  He stood up, twisting his spine to pop it.

            “I’ll see you soon.”  I smiled sweetly as he vanished.  

            After I had gotten dressed in a white dress and done my makeup I appeared behind a large tree.  I could overhear Pennywise mumbling to himself about how perfect he wanted this to be.  I heard him kicking a stick, yelling at it that it was in the way.  I couldn’t help but giggle and give away I was there. After a minute I came out from behind the tree.  There stood a preacher who seemed to be in a sort of trance.  Next to him was Pennywise.  His outfit looked more clean and crisp than I had seen it before.  His ruffles were even more puffed out than usual. I made my way to stand next to him. For being around so long and doing so many things, he looked so nervous.  I was too but the calming sound of the river and wind through the trees was helping.  The preacher began to go through the usual ramble but more in a robotic voice.  He looked over at Pennywise to address him after we turned to face one another.

            “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health until death do you part?”  The preachers glazed eyes never blinked as he spoke.

            “I do.”  He held onto my hands gently.

            “Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health until death do you part?” The preacher turned to look at me.

            “I do.”  Pennywise slipped rings from one of his ruffles and slipped one onto my finger and I slipped the other onto his.

            “I now pronounce you husband and wife.  You may now kiss the bride.”  The preachers’ arms slumped to his side as he began to wander off.

            “Gladly.”  He placed a hand on the back of my head and we kissed passionately.  “Let’s go get some ‘cake’.”  He laughed after he put air quotes after mockingly saying cake. We left the river, hand in hand after I had turned into my clown form.   Despite all the stress and worries from all the months of hard work everything felt peaceful.

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aang and katara's wedding
  • ~the vows~
  • katara: i, katara, take you, aang, to be my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.
  • aang: baby youre my forever girl

to-pick-ourselves-up-7  asked:

About wedding rings? Would they tell everyone or would they just show up one day after shore leave, incospicuos bands on their fingers, braids of white with yellow gold, the stardate they met in engraved inside the bands. Sorry I have really deep feelings about wedding bands. 😢


That Scotty is the officiator of the McKirk wedding.


I firmly believe

that the McKirk wedding is a quiet affair

consisting of the bridge crew

and Phil Boyce

(they show up wearing their wedding bands after STID)

and the majority of the crew does not notice

(because what is different)

but the bridge crew knows

they heard the vows

I take you, Leonard McCoy, to be my lawfully wedded husband,

my commitment to you is given willingly, absoluty, and completely,

To seize every opportunity,

to cherish every moment,

to learn and to laugh,

to love freely, 

without reservation, without fear, without confusion,

to treasure and to trust,

through wind and through fire,

through the ecstasies and the miseries,

through each glorious failure,

each glorious victory,

together as one.

they witnessed, they saw

and it makes all the difference in the world


Sam walked into the hotel room. Dean was standing in front of the mirror fixing his bow tie. At first glance he looked normal, calm, cool, and collective. But Sam knew that wasn’t the case.

Dean wasn’t in his FBI suit but a tuxedo. He wasn’t dressing up to interrogate a suspect, he was dressed up for his wedding. Today Dean was marrying Cas, and he couldn’t be happier.

Sam walked over to Dean, “how are you?”

“This bow tie won’t stay straight.”

“Oh, don’t worry it’s just setting the mood of the wedding.” Sam started laughing at his joke and Dean shot him a death glare. “I’m just joking it looks fine.”

“Are the flowers here? Is the band set up? Is Cas alright? I bet he’s freaking out. Someone should go check on him.”

“Dean calm down. Everything is all set up and the guest are waiting. And Charlie is with Cas. He is fine. It’s you I’m worried about.” Sam reached up and straightened Deans bow tie.

“Okay then I guess I’m ready.” Dean took one more look in the mirror and followed Sam out of the room. Sam lead him to the front of the Church to where the ceremony was to take place. Dean was the one the decided to get married in a church. He thought it only right for an angel to get married in a church.

Dean and Sam both took their places in front of the priest. Dean was in the center and Sam was standing to his right. Hunters, family, and friends filled the seats. The rooms was filled with blue tweedias and hydrangeas. Dean said they brought out Cas’s eyes.

The music started and the doors at the top of the aisle opened. Charlie walked through the doors followed by Cas. Cas was also in a tuxedo but he put his trench coat over it. As Cas walked down the aisle Dean’s stomach filled with butterflies. When Cas finally reached Dean the priest started his ceremony.

“Castiel repeat after me, I Castiel take Dean Winchester.”

“I Castiel take Dean Winchester.”

“To be my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold.”

“To be my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold.”

“For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. Until death do us part.“

“For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. Until death do us part.”

“Now Dean. I Dean take Castiel Novak to be my lawfully married husband.”

“I Dean take Castiel Novak to be my lawfully married husband.”

“To have and to hold.”

“To have and to hold.”

“For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. Until death do us part.”

“For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. Until death do us part.”

“I by the power invested in me, by the state of Kansas, pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss.” Dean leaned in and kissed Castiel’s full lips. He couldn’t believe this actually happened. It was his dream finally coming true and he wanted to hold on to that moment for ever. But of course he had to stop.

After the ceremony they went to the reception. It was a hunter style party with drinking old, rock music, and old stories. Dean couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate there day then with there with all their friends and family. That was until that night Dean and Cas went back to the bunker to consummate their marriage. It was probably a good thing Sam decided to get a motel for the night.

Kindred // Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Fresh out of high school in a huge accomplishment and step in life but why be that type of person when you could dive into a new challenge. Especially with your favourite person in the world. Even if it means losing people, it always means you gain more people.

Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader, Scott McCall, Melissa McCall, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Liam Dunbar, Sheriff Stilinski, Claudia Stilinski, Kira Yukimura (mentioned), Hayden Romero, Derek Hale and Peter Hale.

Words: 2585

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters. I do not own any gifs that appear in this either. The images are from google and I take NO credit for them.

Warnings: Possible swearing, mention of supernatural, estranged parents and fluff.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: A short but sweet piece of writing that’s been in my mind for weeks.

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More than half the town was calling you an idiot for what you were doing with your life. For a multitude of reasons, firstly you had graduated high school yesterday and you were getting married today. Now it wasn’t college you graduated from but instead you were new flesh for the adult world.

The white dress was exactly what you wanted since you were a little girl dreaming on her bay window bench. The flowers were something you had chosen as a tribute to a lovely person that you wished you would have met.

“Are you ready?” Melissa asked from the doorway. She was dressed in a beautiful dress that you surely thought put yours in a gutter.

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anonymous asked:

DAD!!! Hi I love you and your writing so much. So can we have the au where yoongs is madly in love with tae but he’s scared of commitment so he breaks the boy’s heart. Fast forward a couple of years he gets an invite to tae’s wedding but he knows he’s too deeply in love and that tae doesn’t want to get married so he stops the wedding. Do whatever you want with the ending, just give me those taegi feels pls

I hope you don’t mind i changed just a bit of it! i was already done before i read you wanted yoongi to stop the wedding so um yeah pls forgive me T_T


“We were just stupid kids in love.”  

Those are the first words Hoseok hears Yoongi speak in hours.

It’s late, hours passed midnight, and they lay across from each other on Yoongi’s couches in his apartment with the too big windows and a crack in the roof. There’s a bottle of Jack Daniels on the table between them, emptier than it was when Hoseok had first pulled it out, and Yoongi sounds as if someone just ripped his entire heart out only to stomp on it right in front of him.


Hoseok really doesn’t need to ask but some part of him needs to know. Some part of him aches to know why Yoongi had fallen to his knees and puked up his feelings the moment he’d opened the maroon envelope that had arrived that morning.

“Tae- He,” Yoongi hasn’t said his name in years and it’s clear int he way he struggles to get his words out. “He- I was seventeen when I met him.”

“How old was he?”

There’s a pause. Yoongi is no longer in the room with Hoseok. Sure, his body still lays there on the couch across from him but Hoseok knows. Yoongi may still be there pysically but his mind and heart are years in the past.

“He was fifteen.” Another pause, this time for Yoongi to light a cigarette before looking at it and dropping it back into an ashtray on the floor. “He was fifteen and shone in a way the sun wished it could.”

“Tell me about him some more?”


Almost too cliche, that’s the way Yoongi would describe meeting Kim Taehyung.

It was almost too cliche the way no one was supposed to be under the bleachers during classes but Yoongi had been. It was almost like some badly written fanfic with too much angst and not enough smut. Yoongi had just been wanting to smoke some fucking cigarettes he’d stolen out of his mother’s bag and pretend he wasn’t failing English when a too loud voice had broken his moment of peace.


It was almost too following of some romantic movie plotline, of course, Yoongi’s heart skipped beats the moment his eyes landed on the boy shouting at him.


“He was too loud, always yelling even when we were right beside each other.” Yoongi actually chuckles yet, the sound echoes too brokenly in Hoseok’s ears.  “I would always have to tell him to shut up and he’d always tell me to take the stick out of my ass.”

Hoseok snorts and pours himself another shot.

“What’d he look like?”

“Beautiful.” Yoongi’s voice hitches. “His hair was always messy and too long but he would never cut it too short because he said he loved the way I would push it out of his face when we were together. His lips were always pink and soft, with a mole on the upper lip that he said was his best friend.”

Almost too cliche, it starts to rain outside.

“His eyes,” It’s almost as if Hosoek can hear his best friend’s heart rebreaking. “His eyes were wide, almost like a doll. They were so full of life and wants and hopes and dreams. The first time I kissed him he kept them open because he said he wanted to remember the way I looked while it happened.”


“Yah you fucking brat don’t you know you’re supposed to close your eyes when someone kisses you!”


Of course, they fell for each other. It was as if it was written in the stars, Yoongi and Taehyung were meant to fall for each other because what else was supposed to happen? All those times they would skip classes together to sit under the bleachers, with Taehyung yelling at him for smoking. All the times Taehyung would lean on him with his head on Yoongi’s shoulder while they talked about bunnies on the moon at night after sneaking out of their homes to meet each other. All the weeks spent holding hands without even realizing it.

Of course, they fell for each other and of course, Yoongi would kiss Taehyung.



“So you really loved him huh?”

It’s a stupid question. Hoseok knows it.

Of course, Yoongi loved him. There was no other way to explain the way he’d crumbled into a shell of haunting memories the moment he read the words on the card inside the maroon envelope. Of course, Yoongi’s heart was written for this boy, now a man with the years that have passed, there was no other way to explain the way Yoongi had stared at the maroon envelope as if it carried some horror story he’d only had nightmares about.


The answer shocks Hoseok.


“No… or maybe I did,” Yoongi sighs. “I was scared and I guess if you really love someone you don’t run when you’re scared. You don’t purposely break someone you love when you’re scared.”

“How did you break him?”


Yoongi can still remember the way the light in Taehyung’s eyes died.

Afterall, that’s not something so easy to forget.

“Y-Yoonie? W-What’s going o-on?”

Taehyung had looked so hurt. The younger boy had looked so fucking destroyed as he took in the scene on Yoongi’s bed. There had been nothing that looked more painful than the way Taehyung had looked as he walked into Yoongi’s bedroom, just to see the elder half naked in bed with some boy he couldn’t even remember.

Of course, Yoongi would fuck it up.

“What does it look like? I’m about to get fucked.”

It’s around then when Taehyung had begun to shake. He’d wrapped his own arms around himself and held himself as if his arms could stop the wounds that appeared with Yoongi’s words and it fucking hurt. It tore Yoongi apart with want to replace those arms with his own.

“W-Why? W-we talked ab-bout m-marriage and-”

Yoongi had been a coward.

“What? You didn’t really think I meant all that love bullshit, did you? C’mon Taehyung we’re fucking teenagers! Why the fuck would I want to commit myself now and settle down? Don’t be dumb.”


Yoongi is crying.

Hoseok doesn’t need to turn around and look at his friend to know it. He can hear the way Yoongi bites his lips as he tries to keep in the small hiccups that come with his tears.

It hurts Yoongi, he knows it, still, he picks up the maroon envelope, pulls out the fancy white card and reads out loud.

“Dear Min Yoongi and Guest. You are formally invited to attend the bringing together of Kim Taehyung and Kim Jongin in holy matrimony on the day of October thirty-first, two thousand seventeen. We hope you are able to join us on this journey and are here to wish us the best.”

Of course, it’s cliche.

Yoongi drinks too much to try and drown the pain of knowing in just an hour the only boy he’s ever given his soul to fully will be someone else’s. Has been someone else’s for years. He sits on the seat that holds his name card and thinks Taehyung might have turned spiteful because it’s in the very front where he won’t be able to miss the vows even if he wanted to.

It’s cliche.

The moment the wedding begins Kim Jongin stands at the altar and looks like everything Yoongi wasn’t as a teen. The man is handsome and he smiles a grin that is so sure of what he wants and it’s obvious that is Taehyung.

It’s cliche.

Yoongi’s heart still skips beats the moment his eyes land on Kim Taehyung.

It’s too much like a movie, Yoongi takes one look at Taehyung in his white and gold suit as he walks down the aisle and feels everything he’s ever felt for the boy spilled into his throat to slowly choke him.

It’s just too much.

“I, Kim Jongin take you Kim Taehyung to be my lawfully wedded husband. For better or for poor, in sickness and in health, til death do us part.”

It’s too much.

“I, Kim Taehyung take you Min Yoongi-”

It’s almost  like a soap opera. Taehyung and Yoongi’s eyes lock while the entire wedding party gasps and they have a conversation that speaks thousands, without words.

“I’m not scared anymore, please be mine again.”

Yoongi’s eyes scream.

“I’ve always been yours.”

Taehyung’s own eyes respond. 

It’s all Yoongi needs to jump up from his seat and lock his fingers with the younger’s before running down the aisle and out the fancy hotel ballroom.

anonymous asked:

May I request a poly Roadrat wedding short story with a female s/o please?

((This ended up waaaaaaay longer than I intended but omg I love weddings))

As soon as you heard the first few chords of your song, you felt a lump form in your throat, your eyes burning with unshed tears. A wide, shaky smile grew on your lips, as a few tears slipped down your cheek, you taking your first steps down the aisle. You were glad the veil was over your face and Mercy had used waterproof makeup. Reinhardt gently patted your hand that looked ridiculously small in the crux of his elbow.

‘Wise men say, only fools rush in…’

Everything about your wedding was unconventional, but you really couldn’t have asked for anything else. Your cream colored silk dress was short and A-line, the super fluffy skirt stopping right at your knees, a matching silk bolero jacket covering your shoulders. Mercy had done your makeup; dark pink lips, sharp eyeliner, and sweet pink blush while Mei had curled your hair into waves that fell around your shoulders and back. Mako had given you the old and blue, a sapphire and diamond tennis bracelet he had gotten in one of his first heists. Jamie had the borrowed and new, your waltz length veil attached to a beautiful diamond and pearl hair clip. You had foregone heels and instead wore a pair of bright pink Chuck Taylors.

‘But I can’t help falling in love with you…’

All of your outfits were a bit atypical. Junkrat had decided to actually dress it up today, of course with his own twist. He had ripped the sleeves off of his black dress shirt and the right black pants leg was also missing from the knee down, his red suspenders covered in his favorite smiley face patches. His body had been cleaned of all dirt and soot, his hair gelled and coifed. Roadhog had gone all out by dressing in a perfectly tailored three-piece suit; black jacket and pants, accented by a deep green vest, a lovely black tie and a crisp white shirt. He wore no mask, his white hair half up in a ponytail, the rest grazing his shoulders. Even his beard was neatly groomed. Both had chosen to wear their boots although Mako had foregone the ones with spikes, preferring to instead wear super shined steel toed ones.

‘Shall I stay, would it be a sin?’

You spared a glance right, the bubble of happiness in your chest growing. The members of the freshly reformed Overwatch all had their eyes on you. Your eyes danced over the widely mixed group; Hana was recording the event with two tiny camera droids she controlled with her phone, Emily was hugging a grinning and crying Lena. Lucio and Genji both gave you a thumbs up, Ana smiling as she silently reminded you to walk with your shoulders back. Fresh tears filled your eyes as you gaze jumped from Satya to Fareeha to Angela and McCree then Torbjorn and his brood. You looked to the left, Junker members dressed to the nines and grinning at you. You had lost your blood family when you were young, but the fates had blessed you with two in their place. This room was filled with so much love, friends and family old and new here to celebrate all three of you. You hiccupped as you began to cry once more, a watery grin on your lips.

‘If I can’t help help falling in love with you…’

Reinhardt stopped at the first row of chairs at the end of the aisle. The giant German man looked like he might burst into tears at any moment as he turned to look down at you. He delicately grasped at the end of your veil, lifting slowly and carefully and placing the lace behind you. Hr hugged you gently, carefully as if he was afraid too tight a squeeze may break you.

“Thank you”, you whispered to the man as he gingerly held your hand and passed it to Mako’s.

‘Like the river flows, surely to the sea…’

You couldn’t stop the happy sob that bubbled from your lips as Mako squeezed your hand and stepped forward with you. A whirlwind of memories washed over you; joining the Junker gang, meeting the enforcer, breaking through that hard exterior to find the sweet, tender, loving soul that existed inside. You had found a lover, a protector, a confidant and best friend. A relaxed, unabashed smile was on his full lips, his canines accenting the look.

‘God, he looks so perfect. I love him.’

He gently brushed away the happy tears that wouldn’t stop, his soft, husky chuckle making the your stomach flutter with even more butterflies. He paused halfway between the first row and the glass lectern Jack Morrison stood behind. Jamie’s hands slipped around your right, melting as you looked at his giddy grin.

‘Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be…’

You squeezed Jamie’s hand back, neither one of you able to hold back the happy, nervous giggles. Neither you nor Mako had expected to fall for the fidgety Junker, but life loved to give you little surprises. He was sweet and excitable, spontaneous and full of love and laughter. You remembered the first gift he had gotten for you, long before you even knew you loved him. A string of animal shaped scrap metal, since he saw how much you loved caring for whatever animals wandered into camp. He was always watching and observing even if he seemed scattered about it, always thinking about his loved ones and what he could do for them. He brought belly aching laughter into your life, never ending smiles and a voice that could shout out even the worst of your anxiety. He pressed a quick kiss to your temple, refusing to let your hand go. You mouthed I love you at him, giggling as a bashful blush burned across his face.

‘Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can’t help falling in love with you…’

Jack began to officiate but you could barely hear him, your head constantly turning between the both of your lovers. Jamie was beginning to sniffle himself, Mako reaching over to push his tears away, ignoring the few that had managed to escape his own eyes. The three of you were in your own world, basking in the palatable happiness and love that radiated off of all of you. All you could think of was the future; waking up between your two husbands after long nights of cuddling and lovemaking. Celebrating their heists and taking care of them when they got sick. Eating meals under the stars in the middle of nowhere just basking in the glow of one another. Maybe even starting a family one day. You would grow old together while still blowing shit up and laughing at immature joke. Your shoulders began to shake as you began to cry again, pulling your intertwined hands to your lips and kissing the back of both of their hands.

‘Like a river flows surely to the sea…’

You all had written vows, short and sweet and barely able to finish them as the three of you smiled and laughed and cried all at once.
“I Y/N”, you began, voice quivering as you tried to hold back a chuckle. “Being of mostly sound mind, take you both to be my lawfully wedded unlawful husbands. Even if Jamie blows the roof off of the house, again, or Mako rejects my idea of turning one of the storage facilities into an animal shelter again I swear that I will love the both of you until my dying breath and for eternity after. You’re my best friends, my lovers and my happiness. Thank you for coming into my life…”

“Oh luv”, Junkrat squeaked out, before more tears rolled down his face, making a dramatic sniff. “From the moment you lot entered my world, you filled it with color and life and energy like never before. Like a cupcake in a salad or a bomb inna present or… or a flower inna junkyard. You both are my flowers and I promise to love ya and be your dirt.”

“Pokarekare ana, Nga wai o Waiapu”, Mako started, his rumbling voice shaking as he shared the Maori line. “Whiti atu koe e hine, Marino ana e. The waves at Waiapu, were stormy and wild, calm they became, when you passed by. I love you both, thank you for calming this storm.”

“Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be…’

Jack handed each ring over very carefully; you holding Mako’s, Jamie holding yours and Mako hold Jamie’s. Your hand pressed hard against the back of your lips as Mako went first. He slipped Jamie’s ring onto his left ring finger, the simple gold band shining bright against his skin. Jamie stared down at his hand, opening and closing his hand slowly as if moving too fast would make the ring disappear. Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he swallowed his tears. He gingerly grasped your left hand, sliding your band down your finger. Jamie and Mako had worked together on this ring; Australian fire opal set in rose gold, with two small diamond set on either side. It felt like the butterflies in your stomach had exploded into a million more, warm happiness crashing over you like a tsunami. Your hands shook as you took Mako’s large hand in your own, sliding his band onto his finger and squeezing his hand tightly in your smaller ones.

‘Take my hand, take my whole life too…’

“I now pronounce you husband, husband and wife! You can now kiss!”

Jamison grabbed you around the waist, dipping you as he placed a hard kiss against your lips. He laughed against your lips, pulling you back up with him and spinning you into Mako’s arms. Mako bent slightly, your arms wrapping around his neck as he kissed you slow and soft. You barely registered when he broke away, smiling dazedly as Mako and Jamison sealed the deal with a kiss. Jamison held Mako’s face, deepening the kiss before breaking away with a mirthful laugh. They reached for your hands, both grabbing one as you turned to face your friends and family, Jack formally reintroducing you.

“May I introduce you to Mako, Jamison and Y/N Rutledge!”

‘For I can’t help falling in love with you
For I can’t help falling in love with you.’