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NHL!Bitty, Part XII -  ‘A Stanley Cup Wedding’

The Schooners win game seven and dethrone the defending champion Falconers to claim Seattle’s first national title. 

Eric was definitely not expecting Jack to propose immediately after losing.

(A rework of the ‘Game 7 PVD vs SEA’ prompt that totally retcons some NHL!Bitty stuff, so timeline-wise: the Falconers took the cup Eric’s second year with the Schooners. The Schooners win the following season.)

NHL!Bitty Masterpost




Game Seven. Third period. Eric’s running on adrenaline, blue Gatorade, and rage.

Jack and the rest of the Falconers first line are racing to catch up, but Eric is ‘criminally fast’ (thank you ESPN for the lovely descriptor), and it’s almost too easy to whip the puck to Carter and wait for the siren.

Snowy can’t stop it. The Schooners will win in regulation. 

For a brief, terrifying moment, Eric sees Morin’s breakaway as the death knell of his relationship. He has flashes of Freshman year and he thinks ‘Jack is going to hate me’.

Eric closes his eyes and waits.

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“I was trying to figure out a way that she was seeing some big thing that we couldn’t see. There is some sort of a logic or sense to it, even though it’s grandiose. Her little details seem crazy, but after she has charted out everything physically that was in her mind, then we can actually see why it makes sense to her.” –Meredith Stiehm

multi-shipping-af  asked:

Hi! So CoHF it's mentioned that faeries don't allow other faeries to address them by their real name and I was wondering how that works? Like what's the point of someone having a name that nobody uses? And is there a reason behind that? Also in the interview you recently posted, you said that faeries aren't immortal. So is time going differently in Faerie the reason behind them being centuries old eventhough they're not immortal or is it some magic they have to perform or smth?

“The name is the thing, and the true name is the true thing. To speak the name is to control the thing."— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Rule of Names

The idea that faeries do not allow others to call them by their “true names” is part of faerie folklore (which is why you will also find it in, say, Holly Black’s faerie books.) From the Wikipedia entry on True Names:

According to practises in folklore, knowledge of a true name allows one to affect another person or being magically. It is stated that knowing someone’s, or something’s, true name therefore gives the person (who knows the true name) power over them. This effect is used in many tales, such as in the German fairytale of Rumpelstiltskin: within Rumpelstiltskin and all its variants, the girl can free herself from the power of a supernatural helper who demands her child by learning its name. In the Scandinavian variants of the ballad Earl Brand, the hero can defeat all his enemies until the heroine, running away with him, pleads with him by name to spare her youngest brother. In Scandinavian beliefs, more magical beasts, such as the Nix, could be defeated by calling their name.” 

The point of the name that isn’t used is the power vested in it. You can use it, just as it can be used against you. You can demand entrance using your real name, or a hearing in front of the King/Queen, or rightful ownership of a thing. Kieran isn’t Kieran’s true name; “The Seelie Queen” is obviously not her real name either. Kieran is however still his name, it’s what Mark calls him and what everyone calls him. Kieran Hunter when he’s in the Hunt, Kieran Kingson when he’s in the Unseelie Court. 

Faeries are not immortal, but they are very long-lived and age slowly.

My Clueless Valentine

Story Summary: To help Steve feel a little less lonely on Valentine’s Day, you and the guys plan out a day of fun. However, this outing becomes something so much more than a day with friends when feelings are revealed [Part of the Friends Like Ours one shot series]. 

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: I’m really sorry about the wait and I’m sorry if I forgot to tag anyone in this! It’s been a while. Just to let you know, this one shot also refers back to the events of People Will Say

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

“Hey Steve,” Bucky greeted with a smile as the blond entered the kitchen, you and Sam also giving your respective greetings with the hopes that he’d actually say something this time around.

Instead, you all earned another frown in response while he grabbed a bottle of water and a granola bar before heading back to his room, closing the door. You sighed and wondered what’s wrong with your friend. Over the past couple of days, Steve has been acting strange and distanced himself from everyone, limiting his responses with frowns and sighs. You had no working theories as to why he was behaving that way, but Sam and Bucky had an idea.

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anonymous asked:

what is your lesbian. no wait. what is your warmest lesbian coat. no wait. what is your warmest coat, you green lesbian?

The Most Powerful Vest Ever Forged:

+5 Mythril Vest Of The Ancient Lesbian Queen’s

Hello, I’m beanie man mcbeard face or something. I’m Queer. I want to be able to hit my girlfriend when’s she’s dressed up as a child, and I summon the protection of Sexual Preferences to deflect any and all criticism. Choices and consent. Also, I hate lesbians????? If you’re a lesbian prove you would succ a dicc immediately or else I declare you a bigot, by the power vested in me by the Inclusive Church of Douche City. Libertarian Postmodernism Progressive Blah Blah Wet Fart uwu. How funny would it be if we mass aborted and/or acid attacked terfs, which is a solidly defined concept for sure lol. what’s a cervix

dreammeposts  asked:

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 


Saeran

  • “Okay, I heard about runaway brides and runaway grooms, but this is crazy.” Zen stated to Jaehee.
  • “And the best man is missing too.” Jumin said. “What? Saeyoung isn’t here either?”
  • “No, I checked twice, the three of them just… disappeared.” Yoosung said breathlessly, as he came in running.
  • Nobody 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 resistance?
  • You 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.
  • Jumin 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
  • “Yeah, 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.
  • “Yeah, 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.
  • “Well, 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 we?”
  • “The 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.
  •  “I’m 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…
  • “Yeah, 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.
  • Saeran 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.
  • “Yeah, 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 Choi”
  • “Yes, 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 squirrel?”
  • “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 husband…”
  • “Aren’t you 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 there.

V

  • He didn’t show up to the bachelor party the night before the wedding, that itself felt a little suspicious.
  • 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.
  • Nobody wanted 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.
  • You didn’t 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?
  • You needed 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.
  •  “Jihyun?” you 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?”
  • “Yes, of course. I apologize for losing track of time. Is everybody mad at me?” “No, they’re just worried, I suppose.”
  • “Are you 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…”
  • “But there’s 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…
  • “MC, the 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.”

This was an additon to this post~

Today and Forever

Ok I’m finally getting around to writing this! Thanks to @a-broke-in-heart for the prompt, I’m actually a really big fan (phan) (i’m sorry) of this one and I can’t wait to get started!

Word Count: 1310


~October 15, 2022~

Dan’s POV

The wedding is in a week. I’m freaking out. A lot. It’s not that I don’t want to get married. Although marriage is really just a social construct, I love Phil, and Phil wants to do it. I don’t need a document or ceremony to say I love Phil, but he thinks we do, and that means we do. 

However, if we must have a ceremony, I might as well make it as fun as I can. I proposed to Phil on his birthday in January, and ever since then I’ve been trying to piece together the perfect vows. It’s like a puzzle. There are so many pieces, and so many of them feel like they fit. But only one piece fits in a specific place. I love so many things about Phil, but I can only put them together perfectly in one way. The most important part, however, is that Phil doesn’t know.

Phil really wants this wedding to be perfect, and I’m going to make my contribution: an amazing surprise with the vows I’ve been working on for months. I’ve finally gotten them perfect and I can’t wait to read them to Phil. With the wedding only a few days away, I’m trying to memorize my vows in my room (yet another part of the perfect surprise) when I’m suddenly interrupted.

“Hey Dan, what are you up to?” 

I jump at Phil’s abrupt appearance, dropping the index cards with my vows written on them all over the floor. I scramble to pick them up before Phil sees any of the writing, and set them on my bedside table. “Fuck, Phil. You scared me.”

“Working on your vows?”

“What? No. I’m preparing my next danisnotonfire video. I’m just gonna wing it with the vows.”

“Wing it? How can you wing it on something this important!?”

“It’ll be fine. It’ll be better than fine.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Phil sighs. “Fine, but if you mess up the wedding, we’re getting a divorce.” Phil softly hit me on the arm before walking out. I let out a deep breath. That was close. 


~October 18th, 2022~

Tomorrow. The wedding is tomorrow. I’m freaking out even more now. I’ve completely memorized my vows, yet I still don’t feel ready. I read over them one last time in the mirror before going out to the living room. I promised Phil I’d watch a movie with him tonight after my live show. It gives me less time to prepare, but as I said, I’d do anything for Phil. 

I walk into the living room still trying to change my head from wedding preparation mode to domestic time with Phil mode. I find Phil pacing the room nervously. “Phil, what’s wrong?”

“Dan, we’re not ready. You haven’t rehearsed vows, I’m a nervous wreck, and the possibilities of things that can go wrong are endless! And nobody’s gonna come. Why did we have it on a Wednesday, Dan? What is wrong with us?”

“Phil, calm down. My vows will be great, you’re going to be fine, the rehearsal dinner yesterday went perfectly fine, and everyone RSVP’d. They’re going to show up.”

“I guess you’re right…” Phil looks like a sad puppy but then the fear returns to his eyes. “But what if someone gets sick? What if they lose the rings? What if-” 

I cut Phil off the best way I know how: kissing him. I softly press my lips to his, and he kisses back. After a few all too short seconds, I lean back. “Better?” 

“Much.” Phil smirk. “Is that the way you’re going to kiss me tomorrow?” 

I grin back at him. “Tomorrow and for the rest of our lives.”

We curl up on the couch, seeming to have forgotten about the movie we planned to watch. “Dan, you always seem to know how to make me feel better. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” I run my fingers through his jet-black hair until he falls asleep in my lap. I stand up, gently resting his head on a pillow. I smile down at the beautiful boy sleeping on the couch. “Tomorrow…” I whisper, planting a kiss on Phil’s forehead. He smiles at me in his sleep and I return to my room to rehearse my vows one last time. 


~October 19, 2022~

Phil’s POV

I’m so nervous. Dan’s going to come down the aisle any second. I haven’t seen him all morning, as it is tradition, and it’s making me really anxious. Being without Dan for even a few hours messes with my head. I look around the park. We decided to have our wedding in the park, just like Dil and Tabitha’s. Everything around me reminds me of Dil and Tabitha’s wedding. The only difference is me. 

Luckily, Dan was right about people showing up. An RSVP is pretty solid, I guess. Maybe having the wedding on a Wednesday wasn’t that bad of an idea after all. It is a pretty important date. I find it hard to believe. 13 whole years ago today, Dan and I first met in person. And now, we’re finally getting married. 

Suddenly, the music starts to play. Since neither of us is a bride, I did allow us to waver from tradition just this once. l smile as the pianist plays Interrupted by Fireworks and Dan emerges from behind a makeshift wall. He’s wearing nothing but black, as I’d expect from him, except for a single blue rose in his suit pocket. His hair is naturally curled, the way only I’ve seen it, and he has a smile wider than even I’ve ever seen. 

I find tears falling down my cheeks. The experience is just too overwhelming for me. The love of my life, looking beautiful as ever, is walking down the aisle to the tune of Interrupted by Fireworks to get married to me. It’s so powerful the tears are forced to fall. 

The boy stops in front of me and takes my hand, smiling. I stare hopelessly into his eyes. I love him more than I thought possible. All I notice is his eyes, as I almost mindlessly read my vows off the index cards I had hidden in my pocked. Then Dan begins to say his vows. The fear creeps back into my stomach. He’s winging it. I quickly remind myself that he said he’s got this, and I trust him. The fear rooted in my stomach lets up a bit. 

“Phil…” Dan looks into my eyes. I try to listen instead of becoming mesmerized by his eyes again. “It’s been 13 years. 13 years since I met you. 13 years since I hugged you. 13 years since I loved you, and I couldn’t love you any more. 13 years is a long time you know. There’s time for a teenager to fall hopelessly in love. There’s time for a young boy to feel alone in the world. There’s time for worldwide travels. There’s time for three houses, two cities, and two dogs. But there’s only time for one love, Phil. And that’s you. Thirteen years ago it was you, today it’s you, and it will be you forever. Today and forever.” 

Dan smiles at me and I repeat his phrase back at him, taking his hands in mine. “Today and forever.” 

We turn to the priest beside of us that neither of us have really bothered to notice until now. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husbands. You may kiss the groom.”

Dan smirks at me as I lean in and press my lips to his. I can sense the love in this kiss. It’s not the same love as it used to be. It’s a new, undying love. I can tell this is only the beginning for us. Today and forever.

Prologue - Anastasia AU with Jason Todd

Tagging: @noctem-vincere, @cait-writes-stuff, @avengerdragoness, @kamuithedragonlord, @birbs-and-the-bat, @hey-haylee

A/N: This is the first part of the series! I am so excited y’all.


Y/N laughed as her father picked her up and spun her around. The music from the symphony was upbeat as the aristocrats danced the night away. Everyone was dressed in their very best outfits and colors from every part of the rainbow were present. Jewels sparkled on the hands, necks, and ears of the women who smiled coyly at their dance partners. Y/N could see her sister Olga dancing with a handsome soldier. She stuck her tongue out at her and giggled at the disapproving glare her sister through over her shoulder.

Through the twirling, Y/N caught sight of her favorite person in the entire world. Her grandmother, the dowager empress and the mother of Nicholas II, Tsar of Imperial Russia and Y/N’s beloved father. She smiled and wriggled out of her father’s arms in favor of running across the dance floor to see her Grandmama.

“Grandmama, Grandmama! I drew this for you look! For you to look at and remember when you go to Paris.” Y/N said excitedly as she handed the childish drawing over. Her eyes grew solemn as she thought about her Grandmother’s imminent departure and their separation. “I wish you did not have to go.”

“I know, my darling, but I also have a gift for you to remember me while I am away.” Grandmama said as she reached into her purse. As she rummaged around looking for her surprise, Y/N looked over her grandmother’s shoulder and made eye contact with a boy about her age. His clothing was dirty and not nearly as grand as what she was used to, but his eyes were a vibrant blue and his dark hair kept falling over them. He tossed his head and smiled at her, giving her a wink before one of their serving staff grabbed him and dragged him back to the kitchen. Y/N might have said something, had her grandmother not found what she was looking for at that very moment.

“Look, my darling. I had it made special just for you.” Her grandmother held a little gilded box. Y/N turned it over in her hands, examining it and trying to figure out exactly what it was.

“Is it a jewelry box?” She asked. Her grandmother laughed.

“No, my darling, much better.Look!” Her grandmother clicked a necklace into where a missing flower was and cranked it several times. Music began to play as the lid popped open. In the now open box, a miniature statue of Y/N’s parents dancing spun in circles.

“It plays our lullaby!” Y/N exclaimed as she swayed to the music.

“You can play it at night, before you go to sleep, and pretend it is me singing.” Her grandmother said with a gentle smile.

On the Wind/ Across the Sea/ Hear this song/ And remember/ Soon you’ll be/ Home with me/ Once upon a December.” Y/N and her grandmother sang together. Grandmama smiled again and handed Y/N the pendant that winds the music box. “Read what it says.”

“Together in Paris.” Y/N said, twisting her head to read the letters. “Really? Oh, Grandmama!” Y/N cried out as she throw her arms around her.

Suddenly, an evil laughter echoed through the room. Gasps sprouted from many corners as people realized who the newcomer was.

“It’s him. It’s the Joker.” Y/N heard a petrified lady whisper to her former dance partner.

Someone dropped their glass of wine and he took great joy in stepping on it to hear the glass crunch underneath his heel.

“Nice night for a party, Nicky. The only thing is, I find myself asking where my invitation is.” The green haired fiend said as he came to a stop several feet from Y/N’s father.

“You are not welcome here.” Nicholas growled, his face as hard as the marble they stood on.

“But I am your confidante! Your dearest friend!” The Joker purred as he stepped closer.

“Confidante? You are a traitor and a heathen. Get out!” Nicholas cried out, gesturing for guards to come and escort the man out.

“You think you can banish me? That’s rich. By the unholy powers vested in me, and all that good shit, I banish you with a curse to end all curses. You and, oh, I’d say your entire family? Yes, all of them. Will be dead within a fortnight. I’ll not be happy until I see your family line go up in flames.” The Joker laughed maniacally and gestured with the glowing green reliquary in his hands. A blast of green energy shot out and hit the chandelier. When the shock from watching the enormous decoration fall to the floor cleared, the Joker was nowhere to be found.

Nicholas did his best to calm the panicking aristocrats, but the celebratory mood was ruined. That night, her father sat Y/N and her sisters down and did his best to reassure them, but the unrest in the streets was obvious even to those who didn’t walk them.

Within two weeks, the gates to the palace were stormed and rioters broke down the doors. Y/N and her family scrambled to escape the murderous crowd, but Y/N fell back. She ran to her room and grabbed her music box. Her grandmother followed her and tried to hurry her to catch up with the others, but they could hear the soldiers outside. They would have been lost if not for the serving boy, the same one that had winked at Y/N that wretched night Joker cursed them all. He grabbed Y/N and her grandmother and opened a secret passage in the wall.

Y/N dropped her music box right as he was about to close the door, but he shoved her in and sealed the passage just as the soldier began to open the door. Y/N and her grandmother heard him deny what he knew, but they ran before they could find out if her survived.

They ran out of the palace and across the ice of the frozen river. Y/N heard that same terrible laugh and turned around just in time to see the Joker jump from the bridge onto the ice. It cracked beneath his weight and he began to sink. “Well, quite a predicament I have gotten myself into, eh, dearie? No matter! I’ll just have to take you with me.” He grabbed her ankle as he began to go under. Y/N kicked with all her might as her grandmother pulled her onto the bank. They ran before they could see his hands disappear into the frozen water, burying him in ice.

Y/N and her grandmother made it to the station in time to catch a train out of the city. Grandmama jumped on just as it began to move and she reached back to help Y/N, but the train was gaining speed too quickly for her to catch up.

“Take my hand, darling, please take my hand.” Her grandmother cried out as Y/N ran as fast as her legs could carry her.

“Don’t let me go!” Y/N cried out. She could feel her strength giving out as she gave one last ditch effort. With her final burst of speed, she lunged for the train and caught her grandmother’s hand, but it was not enough. She slipped and fell to the unforgiving wood of the platform. She heard her grandmother scream as her world faded to black.

Wedding Day

Summary: The day of Ian and Mickey’s wedding.

Word Count: 2159

Notes: Loved this request!


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.

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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.

Runaway Love

Summary: You and Finn are best friends, and it’s the weekend of your wedding. Finn has secretly been in love with you but never told you. He decides to leave WWE and go home to Ireland. You find out about his feelings and then race to the airport to stop him before he can get on the plane because you need to tell him that you love him too. This one is pretty fluffy.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do one where Bughead finally gets married.

Here we go :)


Betty and Jughead Get Married


“Okay, B. This is it. Are you ready?” Veronica asked her best friend, taking her hand and squeezing.

Veronica’s hair was pulled back into a crown braid at the back of her head, a silky lilac dress covering her frame. She had a bouquet of orchids and forget-me-nots in her hand.

Polly was standing next to Veronica, under a white tent in the woods. It had been their make-shift dressing room for the morning.

Violet, Polly and Jason’s daughter, was waiting patiently with her basket of flowers in hand.

The music swelled and Veronica squeezed Betty’s hand one more time. “See you out there,” She smiled.

Violet walked out in front of Veronica, throwing petals as she walked.

Polly leaned in to kiss her sister on the cheek. She was styled in the same way as Veronica, blonde tendrils of hair hanging down from her braid.

Betty leaned to see Veronica walking with Archie, Polly linking arms with Kevin.

“You ready, kid?” Hal Cooper asked Betty as she stood, linking arms with her father. “You look beautiful, Betty.” He murmured.

Betty smiled, kicked the dress out from under her feet and gripped her bouquet tighter as the music cued them to start walking.

She stood at the end of the aisle and the guests hushed as they saw her.

Betty had her blonde hair gently curled, down and pinned to one side. Her dress was long, the back intricately detailed with lace, an off-white blush. She had never felt more beautiful.

When Jughead had come up with the idea of getting married in the woods where they’d had their first date, Betty didn’t think it could ever look this beautiful. There were twinkle lights and paper laterns and floral wreaths strewn everywhere. It felt like they were in a fairytale.

She looked up at her soon-to-be husband standing next to Archie and Kevin. Jughead was smiling at her, tears leaking out the corners of his eyes.

Betty and her father walked down the isle until she was hand-in-hand with Jughead.

Jughead was trying to listen to the Officiant, he really was trying to pay attention. But he had never seen Betty look this beautiful. She looked like pure magic, like the most person human being on earth. He didn’t want to take his eyes away from her for even one second.

Jughead realized it was his turn to say his vows. “Elizabeth Jane Cooper, you are everything I never knew I was searching for and more. You saved my life when I was 16 years old and I’ll be trying to thank you for that for the rest of my life. You are my best friend, my partner in crime, my better half. I love you more than anything.”

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones the third, do you take Elizabeth Jane Cooper to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, or for worse, for richer, or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

“I do,” He smiled.

“Elizabeth Jane Cooper, do you take Forsythe Pendleton Jones the third to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day foward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

“I do,” She exclaimed happily.

“Then with the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Jughead caressed Betty’s cheek, pulling her closer for a kiss.

The guests cheered and Betty raised her bouquet excitedly.

The rushed down the isle, hand-in-hand as Mr. and Mrs. Jones.

anonymous asked:

Omg if they do have spencer having a twin i NEED her to crash ezrias wedding and when the minister person says "does anyone have an objection" i need her to walk down the aisle and be like i do

BRUH.

That is giving me Trish Stratus interrupting Lita & Kane’s wedding circa 2004 REALNESS (if anyone gets/remembers this, we are now officially married). 

I swear I literally fantasize about Ezria’s wedding being ruined. I had a thought like what if EzrA is A.D. and on the day of the wedding, the girls are getting ready and Aria realizes she forgot to bring…..whatever. She starts panicking and the other girls tell her not to worry and that they’ll go back to Ezra’s apartment to get it. Time goes on as the girls search for this object and Hanna (bc she would be the one to find something) starts fishing though Ezra’s things and low and behold, she comes across papers, receipts, pictures, emails, plans, and everything else that appear wildly incriminating. She gets the girls’ attention and they start slowly putting things together and before you know it, they are finding more and more things that A.D. had/use against them and that’s when it reality hits. 

Ezra is A.D.

Meanwhile at the wedding, everyone is waiting for the girls to come back but Ezra starts getting restless, urging Aria to start without them. After some hesitance, She agrees and there begins the ceremony. The girls realize they need to stop Aria from marrying him ASAP so they rush out of the apartment. Cue the dramatic music and camera cuts as the girls race to the wedding while Ezria start their vows. Spencer hops into the driver’s seat of the SUV and tells everyone to hold on while she starts the ignition and thrusts the gear into drive in one fluid motion.

“Ezra Fitzgerald, do you take Aria Montgomery to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage?  Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” Ezra grins with his mouth spreading out across his face. The girls are holding tightly onto the grab handles of the car as Spencer floors the gas and speeds past other vehicles - a couple of scared squeals from the others as we, the viewers, start to notice how evil Ezra’s smile is becoming while Aria is obliviously staring up at him with heart eyes.

“Aria Montgomery, do you take Ezra Fitzgerald to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage?  Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” Aria happily beams, smiling with her teeth. Her eyes begin to slightly water just because she’s been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever and it’s now finally happening. They’re really doing this. They go through the process of giving and receiving the rings when Spencer flies right onto the curb outside the establishment, not caring to waste time to find parking. The girls undo their seat belts and jump out the car, hiking up their dresses as they run as fast as they can in their heels.

“And now by the power vested in me by the State of Pennsylvania , I pronounce you husband and w-”

“ARIA, STOP!” the girls scream out in unison as they burst through the double doors of the entrance. Everyone’s attention snaps to the back with the entire building frozen in shock at such an abrupt interruption. Aria’s eyes go wide as she watches her friends stroll down the aisle, breathless.

“Aria…you…you can’t marry Ezra.” Spencer warns her.

“Wha-what are-what is this?!” Aria finds herself confused yet gradually growing infuriated by the second as she sends dagger-like glares at the girls. “Why not?!”

Emily sorrowfully steps forward with a hyper-realistic mask in her hand as her and Aria’s eyes lock. 

“Because he’s A.D.”

………………….Now you tell me if that’s not something you would love to see happen???lmao idk why i just busted out into story-mode that’s a true pipe dream of mines. But now that you brought up the Spencereitta ruining the wedding, I’m just as excited! Man, the possibilities!