fics i want to marry

I want a fic or something where everyone is like Disgusted with how /married/ jim and bones are and everyone talks behind their backs like ‘why arent they together???? can’t they see that theyre in love’ ‘oh my god these idiots are blind just have sex already’ and one day someone actually brings it up to them and bones just goes

“What the hell are you talking on about? We’re fucking married.”

Of course everyone is just like “WHAT”

And jim goes “well shit bones i think we forgot to tell people, though i thought we were being pretty obvious.”

baekhyun-baking-bacon  asked:

IM SCREAMIN YOU'VE READ PARK CHANYEOL IS STRAIGHT????? THE ACTUAL GREATEST CHATFIC/CRACK OF ALL TIME????????

I’M ACTUALLY LEGITIMATELY IN LOVE WITH THAT FIC LIKE…..IT’S A MASTERPIECE….I WANT TO MARRY THE AUTHOR UNLESS THEY’RE NOT INTO THAT THEN I’D LIKE TO PLATONIC MARRY THEM BC KDBXFNKJNSJKBSFJ EVERYHTING ABOUT IT IS SO GOOD WHERE IS THE UPDATE !!!

we’ve come a long way, my love. rated K+.

A/N: for @southsidestory, because it’s this girl’s birthday today!! I had to write a little something, as always. This piece was pretty hell to write, and I’m not fond of how it came out, especially with some parts still very awkward and ugh, but I decided to post it anyway! we don’t have a lot of fics depicting their relationship right after they’re married, and I wanted to try one. someday im gonna try again, cause really there’s so much i wanted to put in there that i just wasn’t able to, and maybe when i try again i’ll be able to. 

nonetheless, enjoy the-morning-after-our-wedding!sasusaku :)


She never believed other women when they spoke about how different their relationship was the morning after.

Giddy and more in love than ever—well, that made sense. But how different could a relationship really get? They were still the same people, the same couple. Sakura couldn’t see how a marriage would change anything in their dynamics beyond now being husband and wife.

Yet now, as she stood at the frame of their rented lodge’s tiny kitchen, timidly watching her new husband cook breakfast and feeling the unfamiliar weight of her wedding ring hanging from a chain around her neck, Sakura felt like she was finally beginning to understand them.

(she hadn’t felt this shy ever since the time they shared their first kiss.)

Blushing lightly, Sakura tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and clasped her hands to her lap. Taking her courage in hand, she greeted almost too softly, “Good morning, Sasuke-kun.”

Sasuke stiffened, and she felt her stomach warm, a smile tugging to her mouth as the tip of his ears reddened. Her smile only grew kinder when he turned, holding himself a bit awkwardly, gaze flickering to her necklace holding a golden band. It made her heart skip a beat.

“…Morning,” he murmured. His fingers reached to thumb his own ring, and her eyes softened.

A short, somewhat uneasy silence settled; they both stared at each other, evidently unsure of what to do now, the weight of their status seemingly changing everything.

Then, Sasuke’s mouth parted. “Are you…” He trailed out, and paused for a moment, a taint of red dusting his cheeks. “…How are you feeling?”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what exactly he was referring to, and she couldn’t help but to blush at this.

“Ah, I’m… a little sore,” she admitted, thinking back to their previous night where they had intimately joined for the first time after they had retreated from the small temple as husband and wife. “But um, I’m good. Really good.”

He nodded, but said nothing more, moving to rub his hand at the back of his burning neck.

Sakura couldn’t help but to smile at the sight, small and sweet. “This is… a bit weird, isn’t it?” she said.

A faint smile tugged at her husband’s mouth. “A bit.”

She felt her belly flop. Tentatively, Sakura padded towards him, and gently took his lone hand in both of her own, running her fingers over his rough palm. Looking up at him, she smiled brightly. “Hey, Sasuke-kun,” she said, gaze twinkling, “You’re going to burn breakfast.”

Eyes widening slightly, Sasuke let a curse slip from his mouth and shifted to the stove again, inspecting the food he’d just about forgotten, sending a light laugh tumbling out of her mouth.

She watched him for a long moment, eyes soft and smile tender. It almost didn’t feel real, to be with him like this. Although they’d been together for almost two years now, it seemed as though she hadn’t realized before now what exactly the future reserved for her. Sasuke was her husband, and she was his wife, and that meant they would spend the rest of their lives together, have children together–maybe even grow old together.

(if they were lucky enough to live past the life expectancy of the average shinobi.)

Heart rushing with incredible warmth, Sakura instinctively moved to wrap her arms around the love of her life, exhaling a deep, contented sigh against his shoulder blades when made a sound and grew taunt, evidently taken aback.

“Sasuke-kun,” she whispered, nuzzling the back of his shirt. “Sasuke-kun, we’re married.”

His shoulders eased, relaxing against her loving embrace, and she smiled.

“…Yeah,” he replied, his voice nothing but a fond murmur. “Yeah, we are.”

She hugged him tighter. “It’s so unreal isn’t it? I always wanted you back, Sasuke-kun, but I never thought we’d get married. I never thought you would end up loving me back in the end.” Closing her eyes, she let a small, tender smile pull to her lips. “And now here we are and… and it feels like something straight out of a fairytale.”

She heard Sasuke sigh softly. Plainly unable to find the words to reply, he simply moved his hand over her own and intertwined their fingers instead, squeezing tightly. A long silence took over, comfortable and easy.

“You know Sasuke-kun,” Sakura eventually said, synching her every breath to his own, “right now… I’m happy.” Eyes still closed, she breathed in his scent, and smiled. “So, so happy.”

She felt Sasuke pull away then, arm untangling her own to allow himself to turn around. When his gaze found her own, she felt her heart flutter at the warmth and tenderness she found there.

“Yeah,” he murmured, pulling her close. His lips brushed against her forehead. “Me too.”

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something worth bleeding out (15562 words) by dastardlywords [AO3]

Published: 2014-05-02

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hockey RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin
Characters: Tyler Seguin, Jamie Benn, Dallas Stars Ensemble
Additional Tags: Pining, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Families of Choice
Summary:

They are a chemical reaction, fizzing out of control.

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I love the narrative of bennguin - Segs leaving Boston broken down, ready to be built back up again by support and love and good hockey.  I also love pining.  So, clearly, I love this fic.

my lil brother asked me if it’s okay to marry a boy when he grows up he’s so
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Okay. I just want a pavellan fic about Dorian and Lavellan’s domestic, married life. Not the kissing and romance or about adopting kids- though all that is cute too - but like choosing curtains, and waking up each morning with a kiss; Lavellan quietly dropping off a cup of tea with a peck to Dorian’s head when he has to stay up late working on documents. Maybe they get into an argument because Dorian wants to bring his husband to a party and Lavellan refuses to wear the ostentatious outfit decked out in buckles and gold and embroidered peacocks on it.

Dorian: It’s fashion, amatus
Lavellan: It’s hideous is what it is.

Or moments like Dorian panicking when he realizes Lavellan will now come live with him in Tevinter, and has the whole house redecorated, making Mae help out, because Maker, what if Lavellan hated his home? Were the curtains too red? Did Lavellan like red? What was his favorite color?!?

Or how about the idea after a long day at the Magisterium, Dorian comes home to find Lavellan basking in the sun. Just the sight of him calms Dorian. Silently, he stands off to the side as he admires his husband and he’s filled with the longing to kiss him, to just talk about everything and nothing when he realizes, he can do just that. They’re not in the Inquisition anymore, and he’s no longer bound by his father’s rules. He can kiss his husband any time he damn well pleases.

when I grow up

“When I grow up, I want to marry you,” said eleven-year old Draco, tugging the bed hangings closed and snuggling against Harry’s shoulder.

Harry’s brow wrinkled, and he turned his head to look at Draco. “That’s silly. Boys can’t marry each other.” Even as he said it, he looked pensive, disappointed.

“They can in the Wizarding World,” Draco said with a serious nod. “Besides, even if they couldn’t—you’re Harry Potter. You can do anything.”

Harry gave a self-deprecating snort. “You think too much of me, Draco.”

“Shh,” Draco said with a grin. “Blaise usually comes in soon. We don’t want him to catch you in here,” he whispered.

Harry clamped his mouth shut immediately, and then they dissolved into silent laughter as they heard the door to the Slytherin dormitory squeak open.

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Fic: The End of the World

Apocalypse!Klaine AU. Walkers are zombies, in case you’re not familiar with the lingo. What I know about this type of thing is from the Walking Dead. Some angst, but a happy ending. Rated T for zombies, guns, some swearing, and blood. No character death (trust me!) and wow this is quite long. (I couldn’t make it into a series though, because I’d never be able to do it justice.) Please enjoy this one-shot! ~ 3300 words

“And that’s the last of the corn,” Kurt says, turning the metal tin over for effect. “We’ve packed the green beans and peaches.”

“We should start to go to the ski lodge in the morning,” Blaine says, chucking another log in the fireplace.

“I could use for a change of scene,” Santana says, straightening up and cleaning her gun.

“It’s not just for a change of scene, Santana,” Rachel snips. “We’re out of food and supplies.” 

“Easy, Rachel,” Sam replies, rubbing her shoulder soothingly.

“How’s your arm, Sam?” Kurt asks, leaning into Blaine’s arm and bringing his hand up for a kiss.

“I’ll have to change the bandage soon,” Sam says. “I’m lucky you got that walker after I fell into the fence, Rach.”

“Don’t mention it.”

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I want a Hartwin fic where they get married. And not in a “we got faked married for a mission than fell in love” or “we’ve spent 20 billions chapters in pining and angst before getting our head out of our asses” or again “something happened to one of them just before so that one is late and the other thinks he’s been left at the altar” (not that any of those three options have anything wrong as long as there is a happy ending but well, still not what I want right now).

I just want a fluffy fanfic where Eggsy and Harry are getting ready each in a different room. I want Harry trying to escape from his to visit Eggsy, actually managing to somehow sneak past Merlin and Percival only for his own mum (i don’t know why, I want Harry’s mum to be still alive and the kind of lady you do not cross) to stop him and tear him a new one for trying to see his husband before the wedding because it’s bad luck and she won’t let him bring any bad luck in his marriage.

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arranged marriage kawoshins

For the anon who asked for an arranged marriage AU: an alternate universe where this time, Karl gets to playground marry Shaun, and Shaun is kind of a bridezilla. Part two of the fics I had written for shinkawo day.

“Well obviously, neither of us want to marry you,” Touji told Asuka. Behind him, Kensuke nodded vigorously. “You’re too mean.”

“Good, cause I don’t wanna marry you either.”

“Yeah! And neither do I,” said Hikari, adjusting her stance to match Asuka’s.

This was going nowhere.

“Obviously,” said Asuka, officially stepping into the metaphorical Bossy Pants (+5 authority, +5 negotiation), we have to select a neutral third party from each of our friend groups as a representative. I nominate Stupid Shinji.”

“Oh, that’s a little harsh,” giggled Hikari. “But I guess if he can put up with being friends with you, he can put up with anything.”

“Shut up.”

“Fight with them, not with me.”

“I thought the whole point of this was that we decided not to fight anymore,” Kensuke said nervously. “Touji’s parents are gonna be really mad if you egg their house again.”

“Yeah, that was a good time,” Asuka said in a dreamy voice. She moved that particular memory to the forefront of her mental “things that need attention” pile so as to admire it in greater detail later. “Anyway, who are you gonna pick?”

“Ummm, we could ask Ayanami? She gets along with Shinji pretty well.” Kensuke suggested, glancing up at Touji for approval.

“Nah, she’s still in the hospital. We should’t do that to her.”

“Ooh, doesn’t she have a twin though? That’s like… pretty much the same thing. Right?”

It was not pretty much the same thing. The difference between them that made itself immediately apparent when the four of them visited the Ayanami residence was that Kaworu was more talkative than Rei, albeit in a parrot-y sort of way  (admittedly, being more talkative than Rei was not a difficult feat to accomplish in the first place).

“Sooooooo Kaworu,” Asuka began when he answered the door, “good news. We have nominated you — yes, you! — to be the representative of House Ignoramus,” here she gestured to Touji and Kensuke, pleased, as she usually was, that she knew vocabulary that they didn’t and could thus get away with subtle jabs like this (all those accelerated classes had to be good for something, after all). “As such, your role in the truce between our two houses is to join the representative of House Prodigious in matrimony.”

Kaworu rubbed his nose with his finger. “Why?”

Asuka huffed. “Because that’s what people making truces do.”

“Why?”

Asuka sucked in a large breath to puff herself up a little. “Because I’ve seen it in movies and also I’ve read it in books because I’m in accelerated classes and I’ve read more books than you so I would know.”

Kaworu blinked, unfazed. “Why?”

“Because I’m smart and someday people like you are going to work for people like me so you should do what I say to get the practice.”

“Why?”

Hikari could hear Asuka beginning to grind her teeth and jumped in to rescue Asuka’s molars from the jaws of… well, her jaws. “What if I told you the other boy was really cute?”

“Speak for yourself,” muttered Asuka.

Kaworu appeared to consider this new information. “It’s another boy?”

“Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah,” said Kaworu. He wrinkled his forehead as he thought about it a bit more. Then he chewed on his lip and thought about it some more. Then he thought about it some more until he ran out of physical indicators that he was thinking about it some more. Finally, whatever hoops the offer had had to jump through during processing in Kaworu’s mind emerged on the other side when Kaworu hesitantly said, “… And you promise he’s cute?”

So cute. The cutest,” Hikari was quick to say. “Right, Touji?”

“I dunno, I’m not into guys.”

Right, Touji?” she asked again, reaching up to grab Touji’s ear and twist it.

“Super cute,” Touji agreed hastily.

“Will I get to kiss him?”

“Well, duh. That’s what you do when you get married.”

“Mmmmmmm…” Kaworu hummed as his mind went back into computing mode, and Asuka thought she could see a little progress bar slowly filling up in his eyes. “Mmmmmmmm… okay.”

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