for the anon that requested this

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“she looks nice today.” Cheryl stated out of nowhere, “i mean, her dress is last season and her nail polish is faltering-” 

“why are we staring at Veronica?” you asked.

“well you like her dont you.” it was rhetorical, “i mean, you’ve spent a lot of time with her recently.” you could almost hear what she had left out, ‘more time with her than me.’ Cheryl had never been jealous before since people knew you two were together, but Veronica was new blood. unpredictable. 

and Cheryl hated it.

anonymous asked:

one from each okay? Maybe? You're so beautiful/Can we do it again?/Don't make me forget, please.../Unbelievable!/I never thought love existed until I met you.../Prompt#1/ Drarry. Maybe?

Hey! Totally fine for more than one. Gonna drop some off though, and just do a few. Heh. Also in mobile sorry if it turns out a little janky.

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Harry leaned against the corner of the wall, smiling to himself as he watched Draco huddle into his sweater. One that was an ugly dark orange color with a dark green ’D’ knotted in the center. Molly gave it to him for his birthday, last week, and he had yet to take it off unless he was showering.

Which was funny since he only bitched about the fifty of so Harry had laying around the house, and called them all “ugly, hand me downs” but he wore them anyway and Harry generally kept quiet, Draco cuddled up against the arm of the couch and buried his nose against the collar and held up his book settling in, when Harry stepped into the room.

“You look so young, baby.”

“Look?” Draco raised an eyebrow, “I am young Potter.”

Harry smirked, “I don’t know if I would call 35 young.. so much Draco.” The blonde glared, “but, but,” Harry hurried to continue, “you only look 25. And younger when you’re all huddled up.”

“Potter,” he groaned, “would you shut up?”

Harry laughed and leaned forward capturing the blonde by the chin and pulled him forward, “make me.”

“I could do that,” Draco smirked, lifting a brow, “but…”

“But what?” Harry whined quietly. He had been working long nights all week, every night and it was his first day in almost a month. He wanted to just spend time with Draco, spend quality time with his husband.

“I think I might want to hear more about me looking young,” Draco smirked and leaned back slightly, pushing his legs out.

Harry shifted so he was straddling the legs as the stretched out, it was a pretty normal pose for them so second nature as the man moved, Draco ran his fingers through his long hair giving it a playful tug.

“Mm, you have such nice skin,” Harry nuzzled his alabaster skin, “and soft lips,” he moved to kiss him but Draco chuckled and pulled back. “You’re so beautiful, Draco,” Harry whispered and pressed forward quickly taking his lips for a kiss.

The blonde gave in quickly, whimpering when Harry pulled back for air, “can we do that again?” The Gryffindor smirked at his husband, and tilted his head back with a small laugh. “It’s been so long Potter, c'mon!” He gave his hips a thrust, bucking against the man on his laps.

“You’re unbelievable!” Harry laughed at his flushed husband, cupping his cheeks. “You should let me take you to bed, Draco..”

“Should I?” Draco chuckled, rubbing his nose against the brunette, “and why’s that?”

“Because, ‘it’s been so long Potter’!” Harry whispered against his lips, shutting his eyes.

“What did I tell you about calling me that?”

“Oh Merlin!” Harry laughed, sitting back on his thighs, “we’ve been married for ten years.”

“And for ten years I’ve been telling you not to call me that,” Draco grinned and jerked his sweater off, folding it together at the sleeves and laying it over back to the couch.

“And for ten years I’ve been trying to call you that.”

“Stubborn.”

“It’s why you love me,” he lifted a shoulder running his hand up the others now bare chest, “stubborn and annoying as I am.”

“Few reasons I love you Potter, but that is not one of them.”

Harry pouted openly, dropping his hands, “don’t do that,” he whispered shaking his head.

Draco’s smile fell and he reached out quickly, the whole mood changing, pulling Harry against his chest and holding him tightly. “Harry,” he whispered, rubbing his shoulders, “baby, you know I love every single thing about you. All of it, all of you.” Draco kissed his neck, then his cheek, then his shoulder, “all your stubbornness, and annoying traits, and the way you can’t cook a single thing, the way you leave your wet towels on the bathroom floor, the way you leave your cups all over the house and buy too much food at the store and spend money on things you never use and write a bunch of shitty poetry on parchment and leave them all over the damn place.”

He leaned back and smiled at Harry, running his thumb over his lips, “I didn’t know what love was until I met you, Harry Potter.” Harry’s grin broke out in record time, his eyes bright and swimming with emotion. “Sometimes I forget…I’m sorry baby.”

Harry blushed, looking down, “s-sorry.”

“Don’t ever apologize for who you are, Harry.” Draco shook his head, leaning forward to kiss him softly, “it’s okay to need those words, Harry and it’s okay for me to give them to you.”

“I try..”

Draco smiled, shaking his head again, “you don’t have to try. You’re perfect, the way you are.”

“Promise?”

The blonde nodded and hugged Harry tightly, “I married you, didn’t I?”

anonymous asked:

“I’m not wearing that.” + supercorp

“Kara, I’m not wearing that.”

“But it’s Pajama Game Night! I’ve got mine!”

Kara twirls around in the onesie that’s quite literally just a cheap knock-off of her actual Supergirl costume. The cape swishes around her fluffy socks as she slows to a stop. 

Lena blinks as her girlfriend holds out a green dinosaur one, a hopeful smile on her face. “Please? Not that your silk pajamas aren’t pretty but we’re gonna play charades.”

And that sort of decides it for her, really. Charades in the Danvers family is serious business.

“Fine, but I’m taking it off right after.”

“I’ll help,” Kara says, grinning crookedly.

Lena can’t help but smile back.

inspired by this

u know the drill, prompt + ship = some shitty writing!!

anonymous asked:

"Alright, I love you" for nalu?❤️

Lucy vs. A Paper

Pairing; Nalu

Word Count; 469

A/N;  Hope this makes up for the angst I threw at you guys <3

“Natsu,” Lucy whined, throwing herself over his lap. “Pay attention to me.”

“Lucy you were the one who kept nagging my ass to do this essay,” Natsu grinned down at her, rolling his eyes as she felt her cheeks puff in a pout. 

“That was seven hours ago Natsu.” Lucy said pointedly. She clambered more fully into his lap when he pushed the coffee table further away, making room for Lucy. Lucy made a happy sound as she straddled his lap, arms wound around his neck and fully taking his attention away from his paper. Which was due in a week. Natsu had plenty of time to finish, if Lucy had learned anything from watching him panic write five to ten-page essays the day before they were due throughout his scholastic career. 

“I was in the zone,” Natsu shrugged, resting his hands on Lucy’s hips. The carpet itched at her bare knees, but Lucy couldn’t really care when he was looking at her so sweetly, open and warm. It made Lucy melt in his hold. 

“Well I missed you.” Lucy said. She knew she was being silly, but Natsu grinned brightly at her and she found she didn’t really care. 

“I didn’t go anywhere, Weirdo,” Natsu teased. He leaned forward, rubbing his nose against hers and Lucy giggled at the action. 

“You have to make it up to me. Sorry, I don’t make the rules,” Lucy teased back, wiggling in his lap as his fingers threatened to tickle her. They resettled on her hips, sneaking under her shirt to rest on bare skin. 

“I do, do I?” Natsu asked, lifting an eyebrow at her and grinning. Lucy hummed as she nodded in exaggeration. “And how do I do that?”

“Tell me you love me.”

Natsu beamed at her, laughing before lifting her chin and ducking his head down, brushing his smile over hers before pulling back. “Alright, I love you.”

“Again,” Lucy sang, kissing him.

“I love you.”

“I don’t think I got that.”

“I love you.”

“Mmmm, one more time.”

“I love you, you weirdo!” Natsu laughed, hugging her tightly and sealing his mouth over hers, trying to kiss her but unable due to both large grins. Lucy squeaked and giggled against him, high chimes melting into a moan when Natsu dropped his hand, squeezing her ass with a possessive hand. Lucy lifted her head when she felt Natsu drag his tongue along her neck, sharp teeth nipping at her collarbone and make her breath stutter at the jolt of pleasure.  

Lucy eyed Natsu’s abandoned laptop, screen saver a series of photos from their road trip last year. She stuck her tongue out at it, victorious as Natsu led her to lay on the floor. 

As if a stupid thesis paper would keep Lucy from her Natsu-time. 

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Moodboard: Kim Samuel 🌺

지금 이 기분을 잊지 않길

I hope you won’t forget this feeling right now

anonymous asked:

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.” spideypool!!

Peter was more exhausted than he had been in weeks. He had been so good about sleep lately–he had even made a schedule to keep himself from having another falling-asleep-during-an-acid-lab incident–but this week had decided to be a serious dick to him.

So he found it perfectly understandable to skip his last class of the day (which was advanced mechanical engineering, so it wasn’t like he couldn’t catch up later) in favor of going home and napping. Because he had almost used his phone as a coffee stirrer an hour ago, and that seemed to make it clear the coffee wouldn’t really cover only having six hours of sleep in the past two nights combined. 

Peter yawned for about the millionth time that day and scrubbed a hand over his face as he walked up to his apartment door. He started to lazily pat at his pockets for his keys with his other hand–and came up empty.

He frowned and patted himself down again. No jingle. No pointy key-ends. Frowning harder, he dropped his backpack and started to paw through it, even though he rarely kept his keys anywhere but his pockets (they’d been stolen from his backpack once and he still wasn’t over it). Unsurprisingly and unfortunately, he came up with nothing.

Peter briefly felt the urge to cry. All he wanted was a nap. He thought back through his day. He didn’t take them out when he was in the coffee shop–he didn’t even sit down. From what he could recall, he didn’t take them out in class either (because why would he?). Which left him with one, horribly stupid option–they were still sitting on his kitchen counter.

Inside his apartment. Because he was an idiot. 

Great. Perfect. Nice. Fuck this.” he snapped at the door.

Despite being a functional adult who could deal with this problem in a rational way, Peter was very tired. So he did a rather petty thing and kicked his door, hard. 

Crying was seeming like an increasingly appealing option. Peter’s landlord already didn’t like him. He didn’t need to give him another reason to think he was a bad tenant (which, to be fair, he was, because with his superhero agenda–and his superhero friends–his apartment had been through a lot) by saying he’d lost his keys…again.

Peter sighed and sat down, leaning against his door and throwing his backpack next to him. He honestly didn’t think he had the energy to suit up and climb up to his window. He wasn’t even sure he would be able to find his window.

But he still needed to get in his apartment. Maybe he could magically learn how to pick locks without any effort. Or he could see if any of his neighbors would pick his lock for him–

Wait. I know someone who can pick locks.

Peter was both suddenly grateful and suddenly dreading what he knew he had to do. He sighed very hard and pulled out his phone and for the first time EVER dialed a number he never thought he would need to.

After two rings, he got an answer.

“Deadpool speaking.” Wade’s voice growled at him.

“Wade? It’s–Spider-man.” Peter awkwardly finished, almost just saying ‘Peter’.

The change in Wade’s tone was instant. “Yo, Spidey!” he screeched.

Peter winced and immediately regretted his decision. “Hi, Wade. I need a favor.”

“…Is it a murder-y favor? Because I’ve been trying not to do that so much and–”

“It’s not a job, Wade. I’m locked out of my apartment and I need you to pick my lock.”

There was a pause, and Peter swears he heard a snicker. “Did you web your keys to the wall or something?” Wade joked, then started to poorly cover up a laugh.

“I’m hanging up.” Peter snapped, and started to.

“Wait, wait!” Wade shouted, and Peter didn’t hang up. “I’ll help you, Spidey. Can you text me the address?”

“Yeah. Please show up before I have to sleep in my hallway.” Peter requested, then hung up. He typed out his address and sent it to Wade, who responded with a thumbs-up emoji, a winking-tongue-face emoji that Peter never understood, and informed him he’d be there in fifteen minutes.

Peter sighed and pulled out his Spider-man mask from his backpack. He really didn’t want to put it on, but Wade didn’t know his identity and Peter didn’t really think trusting him with it was a good idea.

Then again, he had just given him his address. That was almost worse, in a way. Wade was unarguably the most unstable man he knew, and he was coming over to pick Peter’s lock for him. 

Peter briefly wondered if this was how he was destined to die. Not by some super-villain, but by letting a crazy person know his address. 

I’m literally letting an axe-murderer into my house. Oh my god, this is how I die.

Peter was still busy imaging scenarios of Wade brutally murdering him when Wade showed up and raised an eyebrow at Peter’s sad scene. He was wearing jeans and a hoodie, which was surprising, though he still had both his mask and gloves on.

“Spidey?” he asked, then it clicked why Wade was looking at him funny.

Peter had forgotten to ever put his mask on.

“Uh, yeah. Hi, Wade.”

Wade suddenly slapped a hand over his eyes. “You forgot your mask.”

Peter sighed. “I guess I did. But I also gave you my address, so I figured if you were gonna murder me I couldn’t stop you.”

“What?”

“Never mind. I’m tired. Please break into my apartment so I can sleep.” Peter said, gesturing at the door handle by his head.

Wade chuckled and walked over. He knelt down next to Peter and started to work on the lock with a bunch of tools that looked like torture devices. “So, not that I’m complaining, but why did you call me for this? You’ve never even used my number before.”

“Long story short, my landlord hates me already and everyone else would never let me live down leaving my keys in my apartment and not realizing it until now.”

That’s fair.” Wade shrugged, then the door made a click and Wade turned the handle, and to Peter’s sleepy amazement, it opened. “Ta-da. All better.”

Peter gaped at how fast Wade had done that. After a second of chuckling at him, Wade offered him a hand. Peter took it and was heaved to his feet. He grabbed his backpack and entered, expecting Wade to follow.

But he didn’t. Wade stayed in the doorway, rocking back and forth on his feet.

Peter turned back and looked at him. He looked like a lost puppy. Well, a lost puppy who was trying to see as much as he possibly could from a doorway. Peter sighed. “Just come in.”

Wade giggled and ran in, immediately going everywhere. “I’m in Spider-man’s apartment!”

Peter slowly followed him, eventually ended up in his bedroom, where Wade was fiddling with things on his desk. “Don’t break anything.” he ordered, then promptly collapsed onto his bed face-down.

After a moment, he felt a weight on the other side of the bed. “Aw, is Spidey sleepy?” Wade cooed.

“Fuck off.” Peter snapped, and Wade laughed.

“That’s fair. I like your apartment, by the way. Tasteful.”

Peter snorted. “Does it accurately show off my college student budget?”

“Impeccably.” Wade said, flopping down on the bed next to him. “Dude, how old is this mattress?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if it witnessed JFK’s murder, to be honest.”

Wade laughed, then they fell into silence. Peter was honestly half-asleep before Wade broke the silence again, and even then he didn’t really wake up. “Should I go?”

“Hmm?” Peter asked, turning to look at him.

“Should I leave? You seem about two seconds away from hibernation.”

Peter shrugged. “Probably. I’m gonna sleep for about fifty hours now.”

Wade smiled at him and sat up. “That’s fair. See you on your next patrol?”

“Considering you know where I live, I don’t think I can stop you from showing up to all of them.”

“Probably not. Sleep well, Spidey.”

Peter just hummed an answer and snuggled deeper into his pillow, listening to Wade’s footsteps get fainter–then get louder again.

Wade poked his head back into Peter’s room. “For the record, I like your face.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Go home, Wade.”

“It’s a nice face. Excellent face. That hair is killer. Do you condition?”

Wade.”

Right, right. I’m going. Call me if you need a number for an actual locksmith, baby boy.” Wade chuckled, then left for real.

Peter threw his cover onto himself, rolled over into the spot Wade had made surprisingly warm in his short time there, and slept better than he had in what felt like years. 

anonymous asked:

26. “I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.” With Baron

Aw, Wolf Daddy, I love it. This got… Much angstier than I thought it would. Maybe I’m just in an angsty mood, I don’t even know man. I also made him… A little? More expressive?? I mean, come on, his emotional state has been on a very high level as of late, I mean really.

#26: “I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.”


You had managed to avoid him for over 2 months now, always being able to fumble out some excuse. Always something about not having his right shade or the right kind of products for his hair, even worse, pinning him on the other artists there, something about them knowing what he likes. Bullshit, all bullshit. You knew what products worked best on him, his likes, his dislikes, hell, you had dated him for over 2 years.

Before he left, that is. Not that you felt bitter about it, god no. You were more proud than anything. He got out, knew he was meant for better things, meant to wrestle. And you were not going to be the thing holding him back from that. It was never a “talk,” there weren’t fights, anything. Everything just. Stopped. His schedule grew busy with training and the constant traveling. When he went months without so much as a text, the only time you heard his voice being when you watched his matches, you got the message, gathering everything that had made his place yours, getting one of his friends to take care of X before you disappeared. You changed your numbers, left behind your job, your city, friends, everything you loved.

‘It was a mutual thing,’ sounded much more natural whenever people had asked what happened between the two of you. The more you said it, the more you had been able to convince yourself that that’s what it was. A mutual breakup. “Our lives just weren’t made for each other. It was easier this way.” It wasn’t. 4 years later and it still wasn’t easier.

You had never expected to land a job here, never expected that Lindy Sue, one of your biggest inspirations in the makeup department, would look at your page, see your work and invite you in for an interview. The whole thing sounded as if it had been torn from one of your dreams. After the first month of working with her, you grew the courage to ask how she discovered you. “One of the wrestler’s told me about you,” was all she would ever say before changing the subject.

“Baron’s at your station, whenever you’re ready,” you were quickly told, the person quickly running off before you had time to stutter out some over-used excuse. You took a deep breath, air pooling in your lungs, before you began the walk to your usual station. You pretended not to notice the way his breath caught in his throat, the way his hand ran over his jaw.

“I’ll be done as soon as I can,” you muttered out politely, gently pulling at the small band holding his hair in his usual bun. It had gotten so much longer since you had last been this close. You ran your fingers through it slowly, remembering the way you used to do it on your lazy nights together, his head resting against your thighs, some dumb horror movie on the screen. You pulled yourself out of the memory, a small sniffle the only sign of the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You moved away from the chair, your hand hovering over the products lining your table.

“Look at me,” though to anyone else it would sound like a demand, you knew it was a plead. Your movements froze at the way his name rolled off your tongue. You wiped angrily at your eyes at the soft ‘baby,’ that left his lips, refusing to give in.

Don’t. Do that, don’t call me that,” it passed through teeth gritted together. You closed your eyes, regaining your composure before grabbing the usual bottle used on the male wrestler’s with longer hair, slicking his down quickly, practically throwing it onto the table as you finished. “There, you look fine.” You huffed out, ignoring his protests as you made your way to the bathroom, the slight sound of flesh against concrete causing your heart to leap a bit as you disappeared down the hall.


You grunted as you tugged your bag over the small speed bump by the front door, blowing a piece of hair from in front of your face, smiling at the man at the front desk. “Last one in?” he muttered out, making slight small talk as he pulled up your room number. You nodded back at him, muttering out a small ‘as usual,’ always being one to hang back in order to avoid any accidental confrontations with Baron. 

Your eyes fell to the small writing on the paper folder holding your key. You moved slowly to the elevator, looking up in order to avoid tripping, your eyes landing on a giant mass sitting on the chair in the waiting room. Your thoughts swarmed with the events of earlier that night, what Baron had done to Sami, something he didn’t deserve. He had been so angry, angrier than his usual matches, leaving you to watch backstage in shock. 

Your finger mashed against the button, eyes trained on the metal doors as you heard shuffling behind you. You pressed yourself against the wall as you watched him follow in behind you, quickly asking what floor he was on for you to push the button. You watched the numbers light up carefully, teeth gnawing on the inside of your cheek. You eyes widened at the small ‘fuck this,’ muttered beside you, before his fist slammed against the emergency button, your hand flying to the railing as the elevator pulled to a stop. 

“What the hell, Baron,” you shot a glare his way before your back fell against the side, fists placed on either side of your head. You stared up at him, challenging his anger filled eyes. “What is your problem?!” 

“You, you’re my problem,” it came out as a deep growl as you rolled your eyes. “You’re avoiding me. Why?” His eyes narrowed at the small chuckle that passed by your lips. 

“Why do you think Baron, honestly,” you hissed through gritted teeth. “You hurt me,” a sad laugh pulled itself from you as you looked down at your feet, tears pulling at your ducts. “To a point where I don’t know when I’m going to be okay. You broke my heart in the worst way possible,“

“You left me princess, I come home to nothing, your number changed, your stuff gone, you gone, and I’m the bad guy,” his fist pounded against the wall, causing you to jump slightly. “It’s bullshit.” Your eyes shot up to meet his, index fingering pushing against his chest. 

“You were gone long before I even left, left me before I even had a chance to fight for you, for us. You wanna know why I’ve been avoiding you?! I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again,” the strength in your voice fell, betraying you as it cracked. Your fingers tightened into a slight hold on his shirt. “because every match, every night I watched you get closer and closer to achieving all this, the things you were born for, my heart screamed for you and you weren’t there!” By now, the padding of his thumb pressed against your cheek, wiping the tears that had flooded down your cheeks. You leaned slightly to his touch, his hands more calloused than remembered before pushing his hand away, knowing if it lingered any longer you would fall back in. 

“I’m sorry,” you clicked your tongue, eyes shifting to the side to avoid his apology. “Look at me,” his fingers pulled gently against your chin, angling your face up towards his. “I’m sorry.” his eyes shook with fear, the whites dyed a slight red color, you telling yourself it was just because of how late it was, how tired he may be. 

“Baron, can you just fix this so I can go to my room,” your voice was quiet, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further. 

“No,” he muttered stubbornly, keeping your eyes on his. “No, not until we talk about this. Dammit, we should’ve talked the second Lindy told me you got the job, the second I found you,” your palm fell against his cheek, the sound being the only one to echo against the walls. 

“How dare you,” you couldn’t tell what was going through your mind right now, not knowing whether to be angry that he had involved someone else in this, or hopeful at the fact that he had been looking for you. 

“This is pointless without you,” it was a small confession that had all thoughts pull to a stop. “All of this, fucking pointless if I don’t have you, why didn’t you just say something to me, I would’ve tried harder, I would’ve done better,” he pressed gently against the button, the elevator resuming it’s climb, doors opening with a ding. His lips pressed shakily against your cheek, forcing himself to pull away. “I’d do anything for you, please, think about it.” He shuffled out the elevator, hands pulling at his hair as he walked down the dimmed hallway. Your arm shot out to stop the elevator doors, your bags forgotten.

“Baron, wait,” your feet sped up as he turned around, seeing his eyes filled with tears. Your heart immediately broke at this as you caught up, your palms immediately pressing against his cheeks, lips pressing desperately against his. His arms wrapped around you as though you were his life line, keeping you close against his body. Your lips pulled away slowly, as you fell back on your heels, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. A small smile pulled at Baron’s lips as he held you, his lips pressing against the top of your head as you pressed your body against his. “I left my bags on the elevator.” 

“Fuck.”

anonymous asked:

I've got one!! 2D and his s/o's wedding!! 😍😍😍

I am actually doing an internship as a wedding photographer in Tuscany. So I have been to weddings this entire month. I GOT THIS!


2D was unbelievable nervous. By this point, he didn’t even know why he asked Murdoc to be his best man, due to him trying to get all the attention from the other women and not helping 2D to get ready. 2D was hopping on to his toes and then on his heels. At some point, the photographer asked him to stand still. 2D got even more nervous with all the cameras around. He knew he would love to see the footage later on, but to have two cameras for video and two for photographing got a bit to much for the poor blue haired boy. He was wearing a black tuxedo and a blue tie that matched his hair color. Suddenly, Russel came in to the groomsmen room and he had a big smile on his face. 

‘They are ready’ he said and 2D nodded as he tried to swallow his fear away. He went to the stairs you were coming down off and turned around, facing the other way. He looked at all the people that had showed up to spend this day with the both of you. Your family was there and your friends and they were all looking up. He saw a lot of the people he had been collaborating with over the years, his parents and the other members of his band. He was grateful everyone was here, but right now, he just wanted you to get off those bloody stairs. 

Suddenly, everyone began to clap and to yell. He knew you had started to make you way down the stairs. He clenched his fists around the bouquet of flowers he was holding. He would give it to you and see you like it would the first time all over again. Russel nodded at him and he could hear you stopping behind him. He slowly turned around and as he saw you, his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. He tried to breath, but it got really hard. You looked stunning. He couldn’t even describe how beautiful you looked. 

‘Wow’ he whispered and you smiled.

‘Well,’ you said as you let your hands go up and down your body, gesturing yourself. ‘This is it.’

The audience laughed and 2D chuckled, still being nervous. He gave you the bouquet of flowers and you grabbed on to it. Your hands touched lightly and it caused 2D his face to turn bright red. You laughed softly and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

‘Just breath Stu, it will be fine’ you whispered in his ear. 2D nodded and gave you a bright smile. 

After that, everyone went to the altar and the ceremony began. You walked yourself to the altar. Because you didnt want to be “given away” to someone. You belonged to yourself, so that was how easy it was. You stood next to 2D as the flower arch was above you. It was filled with your favorite flowers and it looked beautiful. 2D grabbed your hand and squeezed it for a second as you saw how his confidence came back. Murdoc and Russel were standing on his side and Noodle and your best friend were standing on your side. You tolled about the first time you saw 2D, how you were hit on by Murdoc first, but after that, 2D tried to make a move on you. And here you were. The audience laughed and Murdoc mumbled something that sounded like: “My wedding with you would have been fabulous tho.”

After that, 2D tolled everyone about your first date. How he thought he totally messed it up by hitting you in the face as he explained something to you. The audience laughed again, but this time more louder. Everyone knew 2D wasnt the most handy person of course. You explained how you “forgave him” by bumping heads as you went for the first kiss. You then went to the vows you both had written yourself. 2D actually made a whole song out of it, as the band joined him on the small stage next to the altar. Because he: “Couldn’t express his love by saying it, so he needed to sing it.”

You cried during the song. It was slow and relaxed and the words hit you deep. Right now, you felt a bit foolish for just saying your vows, but your soon to be husband would be okay with it. After that, he joined you back on the altar and not soon after that, you were pronounced married. You two kissed and after that you could see tears in his eyes. 

‘Stu?’ you whispered. ‘Are you crying?’

‘How can I not,’ 2D chuckled. ‘I married the most beautiful person in the entire universe.’

anonymous asked:

My best friends friend in in hospital in an induced coma with a possible broken spine after being in a car accident. Please would you pray for his recovery and for the family who are beside themselves at the moment.

This is a little bit bizarre because I know someone in almost exactly the same situation. Again, more of a friend of a friend but we went to the same university and I met him a couple times.

Coincidences aside, however, of course I will pray. I will offer my daily decade of the rosary for his healing!