“i can’t stand seeing you like this”
“maybe i should just go!” you screamed at your fiancée.
you weren’t sure how, but the two of you got in a huge argument a few hours ago and haven’t stopped yelling at each other since.
you weren’t sure how things escalated to this level, but here you were, threatening to leave him 4 months before you were supposed to get married.
“i’m sick of it all shawn! we fight almost constantly for pointless reasons and i just can’t take it anymore!”
“y/n, don’t say that.” he said, running his hand through his hair, his harsh gaze immediately softened. “please, you can’t leave.”
you fumbled with the ring on your left hand. you hated to admit it, but you were tired. you loved shawn with all your heart, but you were tired of the fighting.
you thought about the night shawn had proposed, the two of you were so happy that night. you wondered what happened after that, what happened between the two of you to make you fight like this all the time.
the house was silent for the first time in 3 hours. you couldn’t help the tears that you’ve been holding back for a few hours, finally fall.
you knew it was shawn’s weakness when you cried, but you honestly couldn’t help it.
the two of you could be fighting for hours on end, but as soon as the first tear fell, it ended.
“y/n, baby,” shawn sighed, comfortingly wrapping his arms around you. “please don’t cry.”
you cried as he comforted you. it was almost like you two hadn’t been fighting for hours and hours on end.
“shawn, i can’t do this anymore! i’m tired, i can’t take the fighting.”
he rested his chin on the top of your head, “i can’t stand seeing you like this.” he whispered.
you felt a few of his own tears wet your shirt.
you freed yourself from his grip, “shawn, i still don’t know if i can do this.”
“y/n,” he sighed. “we can make this work. please. we’re supposed to get married in a few months!”
you weren’t sure what to say. you love shawn, there’s no denying it. but did you really want to continue fighting every day?
“i can’t fight anymore,” you whispered. you turned away from shawn, beginning to walk upstairs.
he was quick to follow you before you could leave.
once you reached your bedroom, he grabbed your wrist causing you to face him again.
“we’ll do whatever it takes to make this work y/n.” he whispered, his face was less than an inch away from yours. “we’re gonna make it.”
he wiped your tears away before lightly pressing his lips to yours, as if he was scared you were going to break right under his touch.
“y/n please tell me, we’re going to fight for this. you can’t give up on us, please.”
you closed your eyes, pressing your forehead against his.
“i promise shawn, but you have to promise no more pointless fights.”
Whispering: Tommen Baratheon (Lyrics Belong To Ducan Sheik)
Warnings: Pregnancy. Possible sex joke, depending on how you take it. Heartbreak. Labor. Angst. Lots of Angst. Fluff. Happiness. Sadness. Mentions of breastfeeding. Near death experience. Knifes. Blood. Liquids.Though the shortest imagine ever it is somehow also the most emotional. AKA I need to be stopped.
“Whispering. Hear the ghosts in the moonlight. Sorrow doing a new dance. Through their bones. Though their skin.”
It was a mistake, yes, but a beautiful one.
It all started one night at a moonlight ball, which was not un-often in the everlasting summer of King’s Landing. We were both fourteen at the time and because this one was a masquerade ball, we both drew matching mask pairing us up for the night and I couldn’t help but fall for my partner’s smooth skin and gentle dancing. His words as well were elegant and I tried not to focus on looks but his eyes drew me. Before I knew it he was kissing me… And kissing me and kissing me. His lips never being said. It was all moving so fast, too fast. And that is when he took off his mask. I tried to run, when the face of Tommen Baratheon was reveled but I could go no where as he held me tight and, no surprise, pressed his sweet lips tasting of wine and lemon-cakes on my in a urgent matter.
That being said, I never expected him to be the person to lay with someone after knowing them for a few short hours. Nor did I expect me to be that girl, yet there we were. Skin to skin. Lips on lips. Me and the King.
“Listening to the souls in the fools night. Fumbling mutely with their rude hands. And there’s heartache, without end.”
Tommen and I were fine. He had loved me deeply and I him. Bliss was all you felt as you spent your days and nights around the boy. For weeks we lived in happiness and joy, though nothing pure about our love anymore, we were children and adults in love alike.
Then his sister died.
Driven by grief, Tommen had changed.
His days he spent on the kingdom, his nights with me only in the later hours as he held me, kissing my back and refusing to meet my eyes. It was in one of these nights when he spoke to me.
“I am to marry Maragery Tyrell. You must leave by first-light.” He stood and didn’t bother to even look at you, “Forget me. You need to forget.”
It was my turn to cry as he stood as the t in light left his tongue and closed the door.
You didn’t wait.
You stole a horse and left as soon as you could stop crying.
yo ok I ask the most basic questions but what about extremely fluffy saihara x s/o wedding? (And of course we need some ouma being a little shit too) thank you!!!
Of Course, Anon! I hope you like it!
Shuichi fiddled with his tie, standing at the altar and sweating bullets. His best man stood beside him, picking some kind of hors d’oeuvres out of his teeth. He took note of the shaking groom, nudging him and clearing his throat. “Calm down, You look like you’re ‘bout to faint.” “I am.” Shuichi said shakily. “I can’t believe this is happening…” “Is the regret kicking in already?” Ouma asked, tapping his finger against the book in his hands, “I haven’t even married you two yet!” “Shut up, Just sit there and do priest shit.” Kaito said annoyed. He smacked the shaking man on the back in an effort to calm him, damn near making him fall over. “She’s going to look so beautiful…” He breathed, imagining what your wedding dress could look like. You probably looked stunning in white. He was already a sweaty mess and the blush didn’t help either. “Yo, Akamatsu!” Ouma yelled, getting Kaede’s attention, who was awaiting at the organ for her cue. “Start the wedding march!” “Kaito I’m panicking.” Shuichi said quickly as the organ began to boom. As the double doors opened Shuichi felt the air for Kaito’s shoulder. He was finding hard to breath and all of a sudden the breath was knocked out of him. You came into view. Your flowing gown adorned with fully bloomed white roses. A single red one in your hair. Shuichi almost felll to his knees, but Kaito was holding him up. “Get ahold of yourself.” He whispered harshly. “I can’t…. she’s breathtaking.” “That dress is going to be a pain to take off later.” Ouma commented. He opened his book as the bride approached the altar, flipping through the pages. As you stood across from your soon to be husband you instantly smiled and he just turned to mush. “Y-Y-You look stunning..” “You look like you’re dying.” “I am.” You two shared a quick chuckle but it was cut off by Ouma clearing his throat, having found the passage he was looking for. “We….are gathered here today…..for the love of these two before us… because it wasn’t enough that they found love but they invited their friends along to sit through a long ass service and we also have to get them a gift-” “Ouma!” Kaito started. “Look, I’m just saying. I don’t even go to church but today I had to buy a toaster just to go to church.” Ouma, licked his finger, turning over a page.”Anyway! Now I will read aloud!….. And so…. Harry Struck down Voldemort-” “Give me that!”Kaito yelled, snatching the book from the ‘priest’. “This is Harry Potter?!” “Excuse me. I was reading that!” “Ouma, Quit being a shit.” Miu said, wiggling uncomfortably in her bridesmaid dress. “Can we hurry the fuck up, this bra’s cutting into my back.” “Can I keep this suit?” Ryoma said suddenly, “Fits nice.” “It’s a rental,” Shuichi said, almost exhausted. “Can we please get back to my wedding.” “Thundercats Ho! You’re married.!” Ouma said happily, clapping once in triumph. “Where’s the bar-” “That’s it?! I-I wrote my vows-” “Shuichi, She agreed to marry you,” Ouma started, “Do you really wanna ruin it with vows. Just say your I do’s before she figures out what’s happening.” “S/O!” Shuichi whined, almost as if he wanted you t otell him that wasn’t true. “Of course, I want to hear your vows…” He smiled, taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment. “….S/O…. I have been in love with you for so long… Just to have the honor of being by your side fills me with joy. I’m so in love with you. I want to be together for the rest of our lives. I want to have kids, watch them fall in love watch them have kids. There’s so much in life I want to experience and I want to experience it with you,” The women in the room burst into aww’s and some of the men just smirked and nodded in approval. Except Ryoma who grabbed his heart. “Fucking beautiful.” “Hey,” Ouma started to scold him, “No cursing in the God Damn church.” “This is a beautiful service.” Korekiyo said, dabbing his eyes with a tissue. “Ouma so you actually plan on marrying them?” “I can’t. Not officiated-” “Wait what?!” Shuichi and Kaito screamed in unison. “Y-You said you were an ordained minister!?” “Oh yea, I lied. It was the only way you’d invite me to your wedding.” “You smarmy little fuck!” Shuichi yelled, making you snicker. A sharp whistle came from the audience and Tojo quickly stood. “Excuse me. I am an Ordained Minister. I can wed you both.” “Oh thank goodness, Time to get this show on the road!” Kaito said excitedly. “Gonta, Throw Ouma outside!” “No I wanna stay-” Ouma was suddenly picked up, tossed over Gonta’s shoulder and whining about having to leave. Tojo took his place, smiling warmly at you both. “Shuichi… Do you take this woman to be you lawully wedded wife. To have and to hold. In sickness and health. Til death do you part?” “I do.” He said, staring right into your eyes. “S/o. Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold. In sickness and health. Til death do you part?” “I do.” You said sweetly. Shuichi’s heart rate began to pick up. Kirumi’s smile grew. “Then by the power vested in me.. by the…um.” She paused, putting a hand on her cheek. “Forgive me. I came on a roadtrip with the other’s for this wedding… I’m afraid I don’t know where we are….. what state are we in?” “Confusion.”Kaito said confidently. “Just skip it.” “You may now kiss the bride.” Without hesitation, Shuichi pulled you to him, slamming hi slips into yours and putting his hands in the small of your back. As you melted together the crowd stood, cheering on your union. You had many wonderful years ahead of you with Shuichi Saihara.
Can we please stop telling sex workers that they won’t ever get married?
1. Maybe they don’t want to? Women don’t have to get married? & yes I say women because this type of discrimination is never directed towards men in the same industry.
2. Their brand of work doesn’t make them unlovable. It’s a thing. That people do. With their bodies. Sex workers are people. And you’re just missing out on a bunch of options of wonderful people because of your bigotry. Bye.
Can we get married tonight? for Flinthamilton, please? I love your writing.
Thank you anon! You’re too kind. This is set in peach verse.
They were on the road, coming back from another trip to the market for the peaches. Their yield this season had been better than last season’s, which meant more money. In addition James was glad to see Thomas happy more and more often. It had taken a long time for both of them to return to some semblance of their former selves, blurred together with their new selves. Their ghosts were still around but as the months had turned into years their presence had quieted.
Now they pulled over for a chance to relieve themselves. It was dusk. As James walked out into a field by the road he saw that many stars were already shining brightly, a few of them twinkling in the deep lavender-hued evening. Thomas came and stood beside him, following his gaze upward.
“I still find myself looking for it,” said James. “The North Star. Even after all this time.”
“Nothing wrong with have an eternal guide,” said Thomas.
James looked at him. And just like that he knew this was the moment. The decision itself had not been difficult but he had wanted the occasion to be memorable–at least a little. They had fallen into a habit of taking evening strolls out into the peach orchard and often beyond in the summer months. Even on days were one of them was in a mood, or they had argued, they always took a walk together. Sometimes they spoke, sometimes they never said a word. But by the time they returned to their cabin everything always felt better.
James had wanted to wait until their next stroll but tonight they would arrive home too late. And James was becoming anxious. Time and Fate were unpredictable and often cruel companions. He had learned that the hard way and strove to waste as little time these days as possible.
Now, he took Thomas’s hand in his own. His other hand disappeared into his waistband where he pulled out a tiny pouch. Thomas raised an eyebrow.
James rubbed a thumb over it and looked up at Thomas. Thomas, who was waiting patiently, his eyes as bright and blue as the day they had first looked at a fresh young lieutenant at Whitehall.
“I was trying to wait for the right moment, though I don’t suppose I really need one anymore,” James began. He opened the pouch and pulled out the simple gold ring. He heard Thomas inhale a little too loud. He kept his eyes on the ring, still holding Thomas’s hand.
“You know I love you more than life itself,” he continued, his emotions slowly rising up his throat. “And since we’ve already decided to spend the rest of our lives together, this seemed to be the only thing left to do. It’s trivial, I know…” he said, beginning to feel a little silly. “And it won’t be official of course, but…”
He looked up at last. Thomas let out a little laugh, looking at him as he had that day on the plantation, tears in his eyes.
James licked his lips and slipped the ring on his finger.
“Can we get married tonight?” he asked.
Thomas hugged him fiercely, pulling James as close into him as was possible. Thomas let out a sigh and kissed his neck.
Arranged marriage damijon anon here~ how would Damian react to the whole situation? Like he'd probably have to be dressed up in fact wedding clothing and then have to meet his "suitor" and like he's probably all upset but also????maybe flustered???? And then Jon comes in like "yo can I marry ur son?" And Talia's like "ye" and I just would love to see Damian's reaction to that y'know?? Haha
haha Damian is just FLABBERGASTED and then is just like ‘there is no way in hell im marrying you, you idiot.’ and Bruce and Clark are both just in despair like: CAN WE PLEASE JUST HAVE NO ONE GET MARRIED.
But then Jon explains to Damian in private that he’s not doing it for the marriage part, he’s doing it to protect and save Damian and Damian eventually comes to appreciate that and agrees, making Jon promise that ‘it’s not a real marriage, just to get us all safely away from my mother’ and Jon’s like YEA TOTES BRUH.
and then like three years later theyre madly in love and think this whole garbage mess is funny and Damian’s real fate after all haha.