“Ladies and Gentleman, please put your hands together for
the Bride and Groom!”
The doors to the reception hall opened and the already
dazzlingly bright room (adorned in all manner of vivid reds, oranges and
purples) seemed to grow brighter as the happy couple stepped inside to
thunderous applause. Adrien jumped, whooping and cheering more loudly than he’d
ever done in his entire life. All sense of decorum, all the manners which had
been drilled into him since birth, all of that forgotten with an air of “screw it, my best friends just got
And what a wedding it had been. Less than one hundred people
and very intimate. Nino had proposed on holiday, taken by a moment of
spontaneity and overwhelming love as he’d brought Alya to Morocco, his place of
birth. Alya had been so taken by Marrakesh, the golden sun, the energy, the
music as well as Nino’s extended family, that she had insisted on having the
wedding here- foregoing a more traditional French wedding. In her own words,
“It’s not really our style anyway.”
To Adrien, it still seemed so surreal, even as Nino and Alya
made their way over to them, looking more blissful than he’d ever seen either
of them. The fact that they’d spent a year and a half planning, the late
nights, the never-ending list of things to do, all of it leading up to the
moment where they’d stood together, surrounded by a pool of lilies, and
declared each other partners for life.
“Oh my god,” Marinette whispered in his ear and, though he
was facing away from her, he could tell she was as close to tears as he was.
“They’re married! Look at them.”
“I know,” he replied. Marinette must have heard the wavering
in his voice, as she reached down to squeeze her hand in his. The interaction
was short lived however, as Nino and Alya finished embracing their parents and
he was wrapped in a group hug so tight he was sure to stop breathing. The tears
fell freely now as Adrien recalled the countless amount of times the four of
them had been like this, the years they’d spent huddled together for reasons
both joyous and terrible. It was a beautiful constant in his life.
Speaking of beautiful constants.
As they sat down in their seats, ready for the meal,
Marinette already had a tissue ready for him. Adrien turned to her, kissing her
softly in thanks. Their eyes met, and once again Adrien found himself taken by
the strange kind of energy they shared throughout the day. He didn’t know if it
was the wedding bringing out his inner romantic, of if something between them
had shifted as they watched their best friends of ten years get married.
Whatever it was it was…different. “I’ve always got your back, Kitty,” she
uttered, snuggling closer to him.
Adrien smiled to himself. She did. She really did.
Summary: Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.
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The wedding was quick, simple, and in all honesty, it was more of a relief to have it over. There was no big fancy ceremony, no stress of finding a caterer, getting flower arrangements, finding a venue, or creating seating arrangements. It was easier this way. Quick and easy. This was for the best. At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.
It had just been you, James, your father, and Mr. Barnes at the courthouse. You signed the necessary papers and that was that. You were married. You were now Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes.
24: Anywhere but here!… Too late. You character is sick or hurt, and this is neither the time nor the place to be dealing with it. And something happens that causes a big scene and/or a big mess. Stipulations are that the setting must be somewhere that it would be really bad and very inconvenient to get sick/hurt, and your character CANNOT leave to deal with it in private. Suggestions: In the middle of a performance, public transportation, a crowded area with no way out, bumper to bumper traffic where they can’t pull off, an amusement park, first date, work (office, factory, construction, etc.) where they are not allowed to leave, classroom, business meeting.
[Fandom: Spider-Man Homecoming]
When Peter is pulled from a feverish sleep by his phone ringing at six in the morning, he contemplates smashing his phone against the wall because he’s been fighting a losing battle against what he’s sure is a stomach flu, and he feels terrible. But one glance at his phone, and he shoots up into a sitting position, stomach flipping dangerously, and fumbles to slide the answer button.
“H-Happy!” He shouts, voice cracking along a painful rasp. He clears his throat and presses his free arm to his stomach. “What’s up?”
“Why are you taking so long?”
Peter briefly pulls his phone away from his ear with a frown. He checks to make sure he wasn’t mistaken on who he’s talking to then moves a hand to his cheek to see if his fever is worse than he thought. He’s warm, but not enough to warrant confusion, and his eyebrows pull together as he presses his phone back to his ear. “What?”
“I’m outside. Hurry up.”
Peter hops out of bed with the grace of a newborn deer. He slips on the shirt he must have ripped off in his sleep and stumbles toward the window. Sure enough, he spots Happy looking as irritated as ever while leaning against the side of a slick, black car. They lock eyes, and Peter offers a sheepish wave that Happy does not return.
“Can you put some clothes on and get down here before I die of old age?”
Holy moly. Y’all really wanted me to do this. xD I got tagged by: @kawereen, @hansaera, @buttsonthebeach, @jirelle, @shannaraisles, and @idrelle-miocovani! Thank you all so much! This is a fascinating thing and I have never thought of doing these face claims before, because I have such an odd way I imagine my characters in my head. So I did some digging and actually made two fun discoveries. I had a bit of fun, so I’ll stick it below the cut!
requested: “can you do one where shawn meets y/n backstage or something and shes like shy but interesting at first and occasionally he gets her to sing, she sings a whintey houston-ish song you know a big ballad and he’s blown away and wants to make her famous.”
also requested: “hi bb I love your writings!! Could you please write something where y/n is a famous singer and meets Shawn at the Teen Choice Awards and they hit it off/flirt/exchange numbers? Probably kinda weird but I would love it!!!! xoxo”
authors note: i thought i would sorta combine these two and i hope y'all don’t mind. also, this imagine is rather long and it takes a bit of time to get to the point so i apologize. i was just trying to figure everything out and make sure it all made sense. idek.
“Please work.” You mumbled to yourself while messing around with the lens on you camera. For some reason it wouldn’t click right whenever you tried to put it on, and you were terrified at the fact that it could be broken. You worked as a photographer and tonight your job was to take pictures of the celebrities who performed at the Teen Choice Awards. You’ve been photographing moments for as long as you can remember but you’ve never had this big of an opportunity until now. You had already met several celebrities backstage and you were in awe at how humble some of them were, and also how rude some of them were. Everyone was different and it was interesting to see.
“Are you okay?” You heard a voice say and you quickly looked up, taking your glasses off and resting them on your head. You really only needed glasses to see things up close, but whenever you were talking to someone or doing anything else, you didn’t need them, and sometimes they’d give you a headache.
Before you could respond, the voice spoke up again.
“Oh cool, what kind of camera is that?” It took you a minute to realize, but once you blinked hard a few times, you finally noticed that Shawn Mendes was talking to you. The Shawn Mendes from Vine, the kid you had a huge crush on when you first discovered him in Magcon.
“Canon 5d mark iii.” You said shyly trying hard to hide your flustered cheeks and pounding heart.
“Cool. My friend is a photographer and he’s actually here taking some pics. I assume that’s what you’re doing too? Oh sorry, I totally forgot to even introduce myself, I’m Shawn.”
He smiled wide and stuck out his hand. You awkwardly put down your camera on the nearest table and stood up to shake his hand before saying, “I’m Y/N.”
“So is everything okay? I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but it sounded like you were having some trouble.” Shawn said politely. He was just as sweet as his fanbase always said he was.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I was just having trouble putting my lens on. But it’s okay.” You said laughing a little, trying to make things more casual. You always laughed whenever you got nervous.
After a few extra minutes of small talk with Shawn, he eventually had to go on stage to perform and you had to be out there too, taking pictures. You got some good shots of several different celebrities so you were proud of yourself.
As the evening went on, it got later and you got tired. Your photography instructor told you take however many pictures you wanted, and she didn’t give you any time frames, so you figured you would give yourself a small break, and sit backstage on one of the couches and listen to Ariana Grande’s performance. She sang her powerful song Dangerous Woman which you loved. Ariana’s voice was strong and beautiful and you always wished you could sing something like that. After you sang along to Ariana’s performance, you decided to sing the song again but by yourself since it seemed that no one was around to hear your mediocre singing voice.
“Makessss me feel like a dangerous wommannn.” You flipped through snapchat stories on your phone as you belted out the rest of her song. You sang the last line, and your heart jumped out of your chest when all of a sudden you heard someone clapping. You almost dropped your phone.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. But that was incredible Y/N!” It was Shawn. Shawn Mendes was talking to you again.
You sat there wide eyed, with bright red cheeks feeling a bit embarrassed about the fact that he just heard you sing, but you also felt slightly confused about the fact that he said it was incredible. You never thought your voice was really any good. You sang in choirs before, and you sing in the shower and in the car, but you always looked at singing as a hobby. You wished for it to be something more, but that never seemed realistic to you.
“Uh, thank you!” You said with a small smile, and putting your phone in your back pocket.
“That voice of yours deserves to be on the radio or something, seriously. How long have you been singing?” Shawn walked over, and sat down next to you on the couch.
“I don’t know, for as long as I can remember?” You laughed shyly, and looked at him, still wondering why he even thought you sounded good. Was he messing with you? Were you being pranked?
“You shouldn’t be sitting on a couch backstage, you should be performing, on stage.” Shawn was sitting rather close to you, and his voice was soft. He sounded genuine. You were in shock. Shawn Mendes, someone you thought had the voice of an angel, was saying that you had a good voice. And you didn’t know what to say, so you just looked down and smiled, trying to remain as humble as possible.
Two years later
You played with the cord of the microphone as you tried to keep a straight face, while being interviewed backstage at the Teen Choice Awards.
“You’ve gotten quite popular so quickly, do you ever miss when you weren’t famous?” The woman said to you with a smile on her face.
“Of course, but I love this job. I’m grateful either way.” You said simply. After a few more questions, you finally finished the interview. You sat backstage while people reapplied makeup, and you chatted with whoever else was getting their makeup done. Several people congratulated you on your new album that was just released, and you thanked them. Your life has drastically changed after your old friend Shawn Mendes had convinced you to post a over on YouTube. After you did, he shouted you out, causing you to gain thousands of followers and soon enough you were signed. But that was two years ago. You and Shawn talked as friends for maybe 6 months and then stopped. You don’t know why but it just happened. Both of your lives were busy, so you didn’t really let it bother you. Just as you were thinking of someone you haven’t spoken to for so long, Shawn walked into the room backstage. You pretended not to notice by looking at yourself in the mirror, fixing any mistakes your makeup artists made. You weren’t a makeup expert but sometimes your makeup artist didn’t know what looked good on you.
“Y/N?” You heard him. Shawn. You saw him now too. You saw him behind you in the reflection of the mirror and you quickly turned around.
“Shawn!” You said kindly giving him an awkward hug.
“It’s been so long. How are you? Congrats on your album by the way.” He scratched the back of his neck as he spoke.
“Thank you! And I’m great, how are you?”
You remembered very well when you met Shawn two years ago, at this exact place. It was crazy how you went from taking pictures of celebrities, to actually becoming a celebrity and now you watched people take pictures of you. You and Shawn talked for about 20 minutes or so. The awards show was technically over and you were supposed to be attending an afterparty but instead you were here talking with Shawn. You both caught up on each other’s lives and eventually you exchanged numbers. You had his number from two years ago, but apparently it was changed.
“I’m sorry for not talking to you for so long. I’m glad we caught up though, and I’d love to take this conversation further sometime, somewhere else.” Shawn’s cheeks were a pretty pink and it made you smile. Was he asking you on a date?
“Like.. Where?” You teased him and laughed, titling your head.
“You ever been to that coffee shop downtown?”
“I haven’t actually.”
And so Shawn and you skipped the afterparty and went on a simple date to the coffee shop, and talked for the rest of the night.
AO3 Link: Here Written for: @spnabobingo , @kinktober2017 , @thebunkerofletters inktober challenge day 22 Prompt(s) Filled(Kink|Ink|ABO): gloryholes | student/teacher | slick Ship: Destiel Rating: Explicit Content Warning: smut, bottom!dean, top!cas, a/b/o, alpha!cas, omega!dean, gloryholes, anonymous sex, underage (Dean is 16), student teacher, mpreg, barebacking, knotting, fluff, angst, dirty talk Summary: Dean plays a risky game at the local gloryhole. Word Count: 1597 A/N: Questions, comments, concerns? Ask is open. (So is DM and AO3!) Want to be added to a list? Go ahead and ask (tell me forevers or certain ships please) or check out the sidebar of my blog (not mobile) to add yourself!
The bathroom was clean, for what it was. Dean tapped his fingers against his bare knees, slick dribbling from his hole as he waited, eyes glued to the small cut in the stall wall.
Shepard interacting with children (maybe refugees on the Citadel during the Reaper War?) and making Garrus think "I want to have/adopt babies with that woman"?
“I don’t suppose you have any idea who this little monster belongs to?”
Garrus, crouched beside the cot of a wounded turian soldier who was trying very hard to give him a report, glanced over his shoulder, lifting his brow plates. Faint query turned into genuine astonishment when he realized Shepard was toting a tiny turian on one hip. The child blinked at him, her huge amber eyes so reminiscent of his missing sister’s his breath caught, frozen somewhere between loss and grief and desperate hope he’d see Solana again.
Shepard hitched the child up, settling her more firmly on her hip. The little girl gave a pleased chirp and snuggled closer, one arm wrapped tight around Shepard’s neck while the other clutched at the fall of red hair. As Garrus watched, the child gave Shepard’s ponytail a tug and stuck the end in her mouth, mandibles flicking into a satisfied smile. Shepard made a pained face, but her eyes shone and she made no attempt to extricate her hair from the child’s ministrations.
They had planned the date well in advance, so when the day finally rolled around, Yuuri opted to ignore the lethargy and the cramps flaring hot across his stomach in favor of enjoying the day with Viktor.
Why shouldn’t I marry Cersei openly and share her bed every night? The dragons always married their sisters. Septons, lords, and smallfolk had turned a blind eye to the Targaryens for hundreds of years, let them do the same for House Lannister. It would play havoc with Joffrey’s claim to the crown, to be sure, but in the end it had been swords that had won the Iron Throne for Robert, and swords could keep Joffrey there as well, regardless of whose seed he was. We could marry him to Myrcella, once we’ve sent Sansa Stark back to her mother. That would show the realm that the Lannisters are above their laws, like gods and Targaryens.
Jaime, in A Storm of Swords. I believe the author is speaking through Jaime here, and we see his critique of the twincest and Targaryen incest. Its not just the fact that it’s icky, or a dangerous coin flip, it’s that it positions THEIR bloodline as inherently better than everyone else’s. “Above their laws” is not a basis for a new age of equality in Westeros, and Targaryens are incompatible with that. How can Dany be an effective queen if she continues this practice that for lack of a better word makes her look hedonistic and pretentious?