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.
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
I heard about runaway brides and runaway grooms, but this is crazy.” Zen stated
the best man is missing too.” Jumin said. “What? Saeyoung isn’t here either?”
I checked twice, the three of them just… disappeared.” Yoosung said
breathlessly, as he came in running.
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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…
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.
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.
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
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
“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
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
He didn’t show
up to the bachelor party the night before the wedding, that itself felt a
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.
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.
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?
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.
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?”
course. I apologize for losing track of time. Is everybody mad at me?” “No,
they’re just worried, I suppose.”
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…”
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…
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.”
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
“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.”
It was the morning of the wedding, and Ian and Mickey were happier than ever. They had just had the best morning sex ever so they were both practically glowing as they walked down the steps of the Gallagher house. Fiona insisted that they slept there for the night because she wanted to make sure that everything was perfect for the wedding. She could not have the two of them mess something up.
When the couple got into the kitchen, Debbie started to fake gag. “How many times do you guys fuck throughout the night? I can fucking smell it,” she rolled her eyes as Mickey gave her the middle finger.
Fiona stood up abruptly with a big smile on her face. “You’re getting married!” She ran over and hugged them– Ian hugged back, Mickey just sort of stood there. Hugging anyone other than Ian (and his sister) felt so strange to him– luckily the Gallagher family had never gotten offended by his lack of showing affection. Once the eldest Gallagher sibling had let go of the embrace, she watched as their enthusiastic and nervous eyes went from her to each other.
“We’re getting fucking married today,” Ian giggled in disbelief as he pulled Mickey in for a chaste kiss. After all these years, they were finally promising to spend their lives together.
Taking everyone’s attention from the two of them, the backdoor opened to Mandy. She looked different and beautiful as could be– her hair was lighter than ever, and she calmed down on wearing such heavy eye makeup. “Hi, assholes,” she smiled before dropping her suitcase and running to greet her brother and best friend. She hugged each of them tightly and placed a quick kiss on Ian’s lips.
“What the fuck, bitch?” Mickey scowled at his sister for kissing his soon-to-be husband.
Ian shook his head and wiped the girls lipstick off his lips. “What? I felt like kissing my boyfriend one last time,” she jokes. Ian ruffled her hair and pulled her in for another hug.
“I missed you, Mands,” he said in a warm tone. “Everything been okay?”
She nods. “Everything’s been great,” the Milkovich girl responds. “Enough of me, you guys are getting fucking hitched today!” She beams as the two standing in front of her smile. It’s nice seeing Mickey genuinely fucking happy for once. When she hears an excited shriek come from behind her, she turns around to hug Fiona, Debbie, Carl, and Liam. “Can you guys fuckin’ believe these two?”
“It’s fucking awesome,” Carl smirks. He’s proud of his brother for being able to keep such a strong hold on a Milkovich because no one’s ever done that before.
Suddenly Lip walks down the stairs. It looks like he’s still half asleep but once he’s eyes set on Mandy, he gasps and freezes in his spot. When his ex girlfriend gives his a soft grin, he relaxes and walks farther down the stairs and into the kitchen. He walks over to his redhead brother and squeezes his shoulder. “You excited, man?”
Ian vigorously nods. “Fuck yes. We’ve went through enough shit to finally get here. We’re so close to the finish line now.” He kisses Mickey’s head.
Fiona smiles at her brother and then turns her head to the side to see the time. “Oh, shit! We gotta get ready!” Everyone then proceeds to finish their breakfast before rushing to get dressed and prepared.
* * *
Surprisingly, in their previous search to find someone to marry Ian and Mickey, the Gallaghers found out that many of the regulars at the Alibi were ordained, but they chose Kermit to do the job. He seemed to be the least likely to ruin the whole thing.
As Kermit was waiting at the front of the VFW for his two grooms, he heard the wedding bells chime. Everyone excitedly shifted in their seats. Because no one really knew how this wedding would work, Ian and Mickey decided to walk out at the same time and meet in front of Kermit.
When the men locked eyes, the happy sounds of the attendees were suddenly drowned out, and it was only them. This is happening. This is real. Ian’s heart was pounding so hard that he could hear it, and Mickey’s hands were profusely sweating.
Once close enough, the redhead reached out and grabbed Mickey’s clammy hands. He felt as if he couldn’t wipe the grin of his face so he didn’t even try to. The affection and joy in Mickey’s eyes were making Ian’s heart melt.
Kermit then began, and after saying “I do” a few times, it was time for their vows. “I, Ian Clayton Gallagher, take you Mikhailo Aleksander Milkovich, to be my lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad times, and in joy as well as sorrow.” Ian chuckled as he started his vows in a traditional form. “I promise to love you through the crazy shit we have yet to face. I promise to never leave you again. I promise to be my best for you. I promise to laugh with you, cry with you, fight with you, love you, and cherish you until death do us part,” he says and holds back the tears that are welling in his eyes.
Mickey smiled and cleared his throat before speaking. It was hard to him to describe his feelings in front of this many people, so he steadied his gaze on Ian and kept his focus there. “I, Mikhailo Aleksander Milkovich, take you Ian Gallagher to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold from this day forward, in sickness and in health,” he smirks and he thinks of all the times he’s taken care of Ian whenever he’d been hit with a bipolar episode. He started again, “in good times and in bad times. I promise to never let you go. I promise to never give up no matter what shit is thrown at us next– we’ve made it this far. I promise to always take care of you, protect you, fight for you, hold you, love you, and cherish you.” He speaks in the most sincere tone anyone has ever heard. “And I fucking mean that,” he adds with a smirk.
They exchange rings then and Kermit grins at them both before saying his final words. “By the power vested in me by the state of Chicago, I now present you husband and husband! You may kiss your groom,” he starts to clap before their lips even connect. While they are in the middle of their kiss, Kermit raises his arms triumphantly. “I present to you the newly married couple, Ian Gallagher-Milkovich and Mickey Gallagher-Milkovich!” Everyone erupts into a loud cheer.
Ian laughs into Mickey’s mouth, but then proceeds to kiss him harder. They’ve never kissed with so much love in front of an audience like this, but they were thrilled about it. When they separated, they rested their foreheads against the each other. “We fucking did it,” Ian giggled.
Mickey nodded proudly. It was hard to believe that they’ve came this far. “I love you.”
“I love you too, husband,” Ian smiled and pecked Mickey on the lips.
Grabbing each other’s hands, they then proceed to walk down the aisle while everyone shouted and clapped for them, but obviously those plans we changed. Fiona and Debbie launched themselves out of their seats to gather their brother and his new husband in a hug. When the girls let go, the newlyweds were suddenly embraced by Mickey’s Iggy and Mandy, which was a huge fucking surprise because it was rare for the Milkovich family to show such affection. Once everyone backed off, it was time for the reception.
* * *
As everyone crowded into the Alibi the music begins to blare. Everyone gets their drinks and starts dancing, but Ian and Mickey hold back. Ever since Ian’s been on his meds, Mickey’s cut back on the alcohol because he doesn’t want Ian to go through it alone.
When everyone was congratulating them, Mickey started to notice that Ian seemed to be growing impatient. Once everyone cleared out from around them, Mickey cocked an eyebrow at his husband and Ian instantly grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward. “Need to taste you,” Ian whispered in Mickey’s ear and started dragging him towards the bathroom.
Mickey’s dick hardened the second those words came out of his husbands month. He’s been wanting for Ian to jump on him since they were getting ready for the wedding.
Ian smirked when he saw Mickey’s needy expression on his face. He locked the doors and sunk down to his knees. He couldn’t deny that the sight of his husband made his own dick twitch, but right now he needed to take care of Mickey.
As he unzipped Mickey’s pants, he grinned at the boner he had exposed. “So fuckin’ hot,” Ian said as he stroked his cock.
Ian had barely even begun and Mickey was already trembling in the knees. He knew for a fact that he wasn’t going to last long, but that was probably for the better. He tried to keep his eyes focus on his husband.
“What do you want me to do, Mick?” Ian teased.
Mickey let out a lustful sound. “Fuckin’ suck me off!”
With that Ian wrapped his mouth around Mickey’s dick and began bobbing his head up and down. His hand wrapped around the part of Mickey’s cock that Ian couldn’t fit into his mouth. He was doing all the right things with his tongue, causing Mickey to let out sexiest moans that Ian has ever heard. He was pretty sure these sounds alone were enough to make him jizz in his pants.
Ian seductively looked up through his eyelashes. He could see that Mickey was about to cum just from the look on his face– which was fucking hot. “Gonna cum,” Mickey panted. The redhead nodded and prepared himself to swallow. A few moments later, Mickey’s cum shot down Ian’s throat. When he finished, he licked up and down his husbands dick one last time, making sure he didn’t miss anything.
Once completely done, he pulled Mickey’s pants up for him and zipped him up. “Better repay me later,” he joked and kissed him.
“You know I will,” Mickey reassured him. His placed one last kiss on Ian’s lips before the walked back out into the crowd.
As they unlocked the door and made their way out of the restroom, Iggy yelled, “Hey! They’re back!” Ian laughed and Mickey blushed.
“Horny fuckers,” Fiona said to them with a laugh. “Time to make a speech.”
Mickey’s eyebrows shot up. “I have to make a fucking speech?” Publicly speaking was never his strong suit, and the only time it was was when he was making a scene to get his point across.
“Yes, Mickey, we’re making a speech,” Ian tells him happily. Ian grabbed Iggy’s beer and tapped the glass with a fork to get everyone’s attention. He smiled, grabbed Mickey’s hand, and began. “When I was fifteen I made the crazy decision to go after Mickey Milkovich, and instead of him beating the shit out of me, we fucked. Ever since that day I have been so hooked on this asshole. We’ve been through so much– way too much, but we’re still here and stronger than ever. Eleven years ago I wouldn’t never believe that this is where we’d end up, but I’m so fuck happy that we’ve gotten here. I love you, Mick.” He kisses Mickey’s head as everyone clapped.
Mickey took a deep breath and got ready to talk. When Ian saw Mickey’s leg tapping, he grabbed his cheek. “Hey, talk to me.” Mickey nods.
“I tried so fucking hard to hate you when he first started hooking up, but you were like a drug or some shit– I never wanted to want you, but I kept coming back for more. When you left that first time is when I accepted how much I loved you– that’s when I stopped fighting it. After all the shit– Terry, Frank, Svetlana,” he pauses and looks at her apologetically and she smiles at him, then begins again, “juvie, fucking Boystown, the Army, your bipolar disorder, that bitch Sammi, the list goes on forever– I’ll always be here for you. I fucking love you,” he said sincerely. Ian smiles so wide that his mouth hurt.
Everyone erupted in a big cheer. Fiona had tears welling in her eyes while Lip went to go hug his brother. The Gallaghers told the newly weds how proud they were of them while the Milkovich cousins and siblings shook their hands and offered them a two month supply of weed– Ian accepted it because he knew that was their way of showing their love. Ian and Mickey along with their families have finally crossed the finish line, they’ve overcome so much and nothing could stop them now.
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.
Hi Barry, there’s something 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, Bartholomew Henry Allen, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold. From this day forward. In sickness and in health. To love and cherish. Until death do us part.
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.
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.
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. 😢
It Is My Hardcore Headcanon
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,
Word count: 396
Pairing: Reader X Kim Taehyung
Requested by the lovely: @maniegoglenna
You walked down the aisle,your white wedding dress accompanied by the white flower crown, really brought up your features. Your father holding your arm, like a five year old clinging into his mother for dear life, sobbed as you got closer and closer. Though, your smile couldn’t grow bigger. Today was the big day. The day you’d be marrying to the man of your dreams. Kim Taehyung. Mrs Kim; You liked the sound of that. You looked up,your eyes meeting his gaze, never leaving it from now own. Finally, what seemed centuries later,of you, just getting lost in his eyes, you stood beside him. Your beloved father kissed your forehead, and walked away.
So here you were now, standing next to your soon to be husband, ready to say your wedding vows. You took out a neatly folded piece of paper and smiled kindly at Taehyung.
“ If you promise to kill the spiders, I’ll promise to make your lunch, if you take out the trash and the dog at night, I will make the bed. And if you love me, I will love you.
I take you to be my lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, until death do we part or you turn into a zombie. Because then we’re going to have to start seeing other people…
And lastly,I vow as your wife to always support your dreams, even the one about the whale in the living room.”
You laughed as everyone joined you. The laughter died soon though, as it was Taehyung’s turn to speak. He looked at you loving taking you hand in his.
“ I vow to thrill you each day - to amaze and astonish you - did I mention all the magic tricks I am learning?
I promise to get up and get our remote from across the room, even if it was not I who placed the remote so very far away.
I vow to open jars for you and pretend that you loosened it, even though we both know it was my manly muscles that opened that thing.”
You smiled looking up at him. He leaned closer, only to place a gentle kiss on your lips.
“Your not going to be able to get rid of me that easily now,Mrs Kim”
Hi, Barry. There’s something that I need to tell you…I love you, and if something happens, I need you to hear this: I, Iris Ann West, take you, Bartholomew Henry Allen, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward. In sickness, and in health. To love and to cherish..until death do us part…
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 Ann West, take you, Bartholomew Henry Allen, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward. In sickness and in health. To love and to cherish.
Hi Barry. There’s something I need to say to you. I love you. And if something happens, I need you to hear this. I, Iris Ann West, take you, Bartholomew Henry Allen, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward. In sickness and in health. To love and to cherish. Until death do us part.
Can't remember much about my first Everlark fic but I do remember one of the earlier fic that I read and like is My Fake Marriage to Peeta Mellark. Or maybe that was my first fic? Lol. I still visited the fic till this day. It balance romance and angst really well. It's also well written. After that, my liken to Everlark fic is expanding and found so many talented writer that I totally like.
“I, Katniss Everdeen, take you Peeta Mellark, to be my lawfully wedded
husband, to entertain the capitol and save our families, from this day
forward, when we are bugged and in front of cameras, when we are boldly
or indirectly threatened with death, till Hunger Games do us part”. What
would have happened if the Quarter Quell hadn’t included Peeta or
Katniss or any past victors?
Rating: T Pairings: Ladynoir/Adrinette, DJWifi A/N: Merry Christmas, everybody! This is my Secret Santa gift (part of the @mlsecretsanta ) for @khaleisey (she’s the only reason I can get away with posting this now because it’s officially Christmas in Australia and I’m trying to be polite to her time zone!). Go check out her fics! Love you all! AO3 | FFN
Chat prompted her. “You, uh, what?” He laughed. “Come on, Lady. You can’t tell me that you didn’t see it coming.”
“But this is a proposal, Chat!”
“We’ve been secretly dating for three years. Hawk Moth’s been gone for two. Why shouldn’t we?”
Ladybug stared at the pink sapphire surrounded by small rubies and emeralds, trying to form an answer. “Because I don’t know who you are yet.”
“And I don’t know who you are, but that’s more than alright. Besides, that’s not quite accurate. We know who we are, we just don’t have names to put to the personalities.”
She nodded, considering her answer carefully.
“If it helps, we don’t have to have a big wedding. As a matter of fact, I’ve always been fine with eloping.”
Ladybug’s head jerked up. “Really? I’ve always wanted to elope.”
Chat laughed. “Then it’s settled. We’re eloping.”
“We can’t just waltz in there and get married as superheroes. ‘I, Ladybug, take thee, Chat Noir, as my awfully wedded husband.’”
“I think you mean lawfully, bug.”
“No, I meant awfully.” She grinned. “Unless it would be claw-fully.”
Chat threw his head back and laughed. “I knew there was a reason I wanted to marry you.”
Her jaw dropped in disbelief. “Excuse me! You’re the one who’s been in love with me since we were fifteen!”
“Who knows, you’ve probably been in love with me for just as long and never known it.” He stretched and flexed, showing off for her.
“Yeah, I doubt it.” She looked back down at the ring. “Alright, I’ll marry you on a few conditions.”
“I love the idea of eloping, but give me a couple of weeks to get you a ring, too. I’m keeping this one, by the way.” She shook the box at him. “I probably won’t wear it out and about—my best friend would flip all the way out—but I will definitely wear it when and after we get married. Two, I’ve always wanted to honeymoon in Spain. We don’t have to do that right after the wedding, I know my finances are a little tight, but I’d like to go there eventually and call it our honeymoon.”
“I can afford it. How about next month?”
She was surprised at his nonchalance. “No, Chat, I don’t want it to be burdensome.”
“It’s not. Trust me.”
Ladybug pressed her lips together. “Okay. Next month it is. And, uh, three, I’d like us both to take a week off after the wedding. I want to get to know you and…yeah…”
“You mean have gratuitous amounts of sex all over my apartment.”
“Who says we’re living in your apartment?”
“You have a roommate, yeah?”
“Well, yes, but—”
“This is my apartment.” He showed her a few pictures. “The furniture is a bit different, but I also live alone.”
“Wow, that’s nice. So, yeah, we’re taking a week off to have gratuitous amounts of sex all over your apartment.” She laughed. “Our apartment. We’ll have to add me to the lease.”
“My father owns it. Won’t be necessary.“
“Your father? What are you gonna tell him?”
“That I got married and my wife is moving in with me.” He shrugged. “He’s no longer based out of Paris. Hardly talk to him anymore.”
“Oh. I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.” She laid a hand on his knee. “My dad would love you. He’ll adopt you and give you free pastries.”
“Free pastries and a reduced-price apartment. We’re gonna be living it big.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her head. “I’m excited. As for your stipulations, I agree to all of them. I think they’re good ideas.”
“Oh, and I don’t want to tell anybody.”
“Of course not. That’s the whole point of eloping. So, let’s say we get married in three weeks.” Chat held up his fingers to start counting on them. “We spend a week in Spain and then a week here and then the rest of our lives.” He gestured dramatically, laughing.
“We’ll need to get tickets. Uh, how about a week here, a few days to move me all in, and we go to Spain for Christmas? That’s only two months away.”
“I like that plan. I’ll get the tickets after we come home. Just one question, my Lady.”
“Ask away, mon chaton.”
“How will I know it’s you that day?”
She thought about it for a moment. “Well, I’ll be wearing your ring. And I’ll wear a ladybug-printed dress. How will I know it’s you, my love?”
“I’ll be wearing your ring, of course. And a green tie. And a little paw print button on my lapel. What’s your favorite flower?”
“Carnations. White ones mean good luck, you know.” She kissed his cheek and got up. “I love you. I’ll get your ring as soon as I can. See you next patrol?”
“Of course, darling. Be safe.”
“Always. You, too.” She ran and jumped from the rooftop, throwing her yoyo to take her into the night.
Marinette fidgeted with her dress. Today was the day, and she’d only gotten one more hint about his identity: His name starts with A. She stared at her ring and traced the sapphire again. How long he had worked to afford it, she had no idea. It was beautiful, and he was late—
“Chaton!” She turned, spotting the tie first and the bouquet second.
Only then did she look at his face. “Adrien?”
He extended his hand for hers. “May I?”
She smirked and hid it behind her back. “Tell me what it looks like.”
“Pink sapphire with rubies and emeralds around it. Set in rose gold.”
“Very good.” She took his hand. “Are those for me?”
“Yes. The florist about had a cow when I told him they were for my fiancée. You didn’t tell me that they were bad luck.”
“Well, that’s a regional thing. I thought it was ironic, considering. And what’s with the red ones? It looks beautiful, but only the white ones are good luck.”
“They’re good luck and pure love. I looked it up. Anyway, the red ones mean ‘deep love and affection,’ and I figured they’d match your dress…” He handed them to her, suddenly becoming shy.
“They’re perfect.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, leaving a red impression there. “Let’s go get married. Oh, Alya’s gonna freak when we tell her!”
They laid in bed a few days later, not bothering to get up and ready for the day. “So, what are we gonna tell Alya and Nino?”
Adrien kept drawing lazy pictures on her back. “Don’t know. Probably the truth, or most of it. That we’ve been secretly dating for three years and eloped.” He shrugged and nestled his lips on her scalp. “They’re gonna have a cow, you know.”
“Oh, I know. I’m prepared for it. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you had a secret model boyfriend? He’s your boss’ son!’ Oh, that’s why your father isn’t based in Paris anymore. I head that office up now.” Marinette took in the information, feeling strange about it.
Adrien laughed. “Yeah, that’s why. I hadn’t thought about it. How funny.”
“Everybody at the office is gonna flip when I show up with a new picture and put it on my desk. Your father took it surprisingly well, by the way.”
“Of course he did. You’re his favorite employee after me and Nathalie. Your parents, though…”
“Maman was in shock. Papa just wanted to make a wedding cake for us. We should take him up on that offer, by the way. Get a chocolate cake. His cakes are the best.”
“I know that, love. I—”
They both jumped when the door opened.
“Uh, babe, he’s in here. With Marinette. Hey, dude.”
Marinette subtly tried to pull the sheet more over her chest. “Hey, Nino.”
Alya stormed in. “Complete radio silence! For three days! And Adrien, too! What’s this about, anyway?”
Adrien and Marinette stared at each other for a long moment and answered at the same time. “We got married.”
Nino looked impressed. “I did not see that coming.”
Alya stared in shock at all three of them. “How long has this been going on?”
“Like, three years?” Marinette pulled the sheet closer. “Do you mind if I get dressed before we have this conversation?”
Alya fully registered the position they were in. “Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.”
Adrien spoke up. “We’re married, Alya. To each other. Nothing scandalous. But, uh, maybe don’t put food on the kitchen table yet?”
Nino burst into laughter as Alya sputtered, and he guided her out. “We’ll see you out here in a couple of minutes. Or an hour, whichever is more convenient for you.” He closed the door behind them.
Marinette hid her face in a pillow. “How are we ever going to face them again?”
“We’ve walked in on them having sex plenty of times. Not the two of us together, granted, but they walked in on our pillow talk. I think we’ll all survive. But since Nino gave us an hour…” He teased her hip with his fingers.
“We have guests, Adrien. Not that I wouldn’t like to, I’d love to, it just seems impolite.”
He shrugged and dove under the covers to plant a kiss on her knee. “The guests gave us an hour.” He kissed her thigh and left a hickey.
“So, is this you getting me back, or us getting them back?”
When they eventually emerged, Alya was no less shaken. “Was that really necessary?”
“Hey, Nino gave us an hour.”
“That I did, man. So, wanna tell us the whole story?”
Marinette and Adrien looked at each other again. She spoke first. “Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag.”