Imagine Stiles and Derek trying to fill out their check lists: something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.
Stiles nails it easily - something old: his Jeep and his dad’s suit, something new: the engine Derek put in the Jeep, something borrowed: the suit (his dad’s old tux from when the old man was married), something blue: the Jeep and the tie on his tux (because he wanted a touch of colour at the wedding) - but Derek is having trouble.
Days before the wedding he sits down with Cora and explains his troubles.
Cora asks, “Isn’t that something the bride does?”
“Well, we’re both the bride and the groom so we figured it’d be a fun little gimmick,” Derek explains. “I’ve got my something blue, the tie, but nothing else.”
Cora thinks for a moment before disappearing to her room. She returns with a small charm bracelet in her hands and offers it to Derek.
“Your baby bracelet?”
“Well it’s something old and something borrowed,” Cora says. “And that way you have a touch of family with you: mum, dad, Laura, everyone.”
Derek smiles, thanks his sister and takes it (later, he puts it in a small box so it doesn’t get damaged and slips it into the pocket of his tux jacket so he has it with him on the special day and doesn’t lose it).
“Okay, so I have three things,” Derek announces. “I just need something new.”
“Your relationship?” Cora offers. “I mean you guys have been going out for years but it’s your first time with a guy and your first time with someone how hasn’t tried to kill you.”
“He only tries to kill me if I take his food,” Derek jokes. “And I don’t think that counts.”
“What if your something new doesn’t come until the day?” Cora asks. “What if your something new is the ring on your finger, a man by your side, and a new life full of love?”
Derek smiles at the thought. “What did I do to deserve a sister as good as you?”

And sure enough, when the day rolls around they each have their check list:
Something old, something new.
Something borrowed, something blue.


When I was a kid, I had an imaginary friend. The raggedy Doctor. My raggedy Doctor. But he wasn’t imaginary. He was real. I remember you! I remember! I brought the others back, I can bring you home, too. Raggedy man, I remember you, and you are late for my wedding! I found you. I found you in words, like you knew I would. That’s why you told me the story - the brand new, ancient blue box. Oh, clever. Very clever. Something old. Something new. Something borrowed. Something blue. OK, Doctor. Did I surprise you this time? Er, yeah. Completely astonished. Never expected that.

Moffat Appreciation Week: Series 5

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Claire’s going through the stones this time with something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue. #weddingpart2 #Iseeyoushow


@padmablossom asked for some Kiss the Cook proposing!

So I think that it happens after the first time Steve is really hospitalized after he and Bucky get together. He’s gone to the hospital a few times, for check ups and the occasional issue, but never anything major. This time, though, he’s in D.C. working with José Andrés on a restaurant concept and he passes out. José calls an ambulance, Steve goes to the ER, and it turns out that he’s got an issue that’ll take a few days to clear up.

Bucky checks his messages after his shift and his blood goes cold. He runs into Sam’s office, “Steve’s in the hospital in D.C.,” he says, already starting to breathe heavy.

Sam, bless his soul, hops into action, asking Bucky for details while texting Maria and asking her if she can lend them her car. (She not only lends them her car, but drives a good chunk of the way there so that Bucky won’t have to drive because she is, as she often reminds Sam, the best girlfriend in the world.)

They get there in the middle of the night and the nurse, very grumpily, tells them that since they aren’t family, they cannot see Steve. Bucky, who has had a very stressful day and who just wants to see his boyfriend, starts sobbing in the middle of the hospital. Sam shoots the nurse a look like, “What have you done?” she raises an eyebrow as if to say, “I know and understand this situation. It happens more often than you would think. But I am not going to lose my job over this; I have a mortgage.”

Maria gets them a hotel room (best girlfriend over) nearby, and Sam basically has to drag Bucky out of there. Bucky proceeds to spend the rest of the night watching Seinfeld reruns on TV, unable to sleep.

So when they go over for visitor hours the next morning, Bucky looks even worse than Steve. “Buck?” Steve asks from his bed, and Bucky breaks down again, crying on Steve’s chest and just saying, “They wouldn’t let me see you. They wouldn’t let me see you.”

It’s heartbreaking, and Steve knows what he’s gotta do, already planning the menu in his head as he gently strokes Bucky’s hair.

It’s a four-course dinner at the Howling Commando: Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue. Except, he doesn’t make it obvious on the menu, just does a very traditional French appetizer, a second course that speaks to molecular gastronomy, an entrée recipe that borrows from a number of cultures, and finishes it off with Bucky’s favorite blueberry tart.

“Can’t believe you didn’t let me do drink pairings,” Bucky mutters, smiling as he takes a bite of the whipped cream. Steve (who hasn’t been behind the line at Howling Commando in a while) smiles as he watches Bucky start to eat the tart.

“Needed you to be focused,” Steve says.

Bucky snorts. “Why’s that?” he asks.

“Did you figure it out?” Steve asks, raising an eyebrow.

Bucky furrows his brow. “What d’you mean?”

“The menu was a riddle.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “That’s ridiculous,” he says, then, “but you should grab another copy so I can look again.”

Steve does. Bucky still doesn’t get it.

“Okay, I’m a dumbass. What does it mean?”

“You’re not a dumbass,” Steve says fiercely. “I’m sure you’ll get it if I give you a clue.”

“What’s the clue?” Bucky asks, taking another mouthful of tart.

“I wanna marry you,” Steve says.

Bucky drops his fork, which falls with a clatter to his plate. “What?” he asks.

“I wanna marry you,” Steve repeats, pulling a ring out of his back pocket. “Will you? Marry me?”

Bucky blinks a few times. “How is that a clue?” he asks. “I mean, of course I’ll marry you, but that’s an awful clue.”

“I love you,” Steve says.

“I love you, too,” Bucky says, then adds, “even if you’re terrible at riddles.”
something old, something new (something borrowed, something blue)
By Organization for Transformative Works

Written for Swan Queen Week Day 6: Trapped in an AU.

Henry blinks at them. “Mom. Mom…Mom,” he says, eyes flickering from Emma to Regina to his future mothers, who are still holding hands. “Mom. Something you want to tell me?”

“They’re from the future,” Regina says.

“They’re married,” Emma says. “To each other.” She’s still standing in the middle of the room, utterly discombobulated.

Henry rolls his eyes. “Duh. Can I go get my Playstation?”

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The minute you get in the guest bed at your best friend’s house, your phone rings. When you look, you can’t help but smile when you see it’s Harry calling.


“This is horrible and I miss you.”

You laugh. “It’s one night, H. We get to spend every single night for the rest of our lives together.”

“But why not this one?”

“Because! You aren’t supposed to see the bride before the wedding.”

“Well then s’a good thing the wedding isn’t tonight.”

“Wait, what?”

“Come outside.”

You scramble to your bedroom window and look down to see Harry, standing there in the yard. You scoff. “Harry oh my god.”

“Just come out here, please?”

He looks so cute, kicking around the grass in his vans, a beanie covering his curls. “Fine. Give me a minute.”

You don’t bother changing out of your pajamas but you do throw on a jacket- one that used to be his before you stole it. When you go outside, he’s standing there, hands in his pockets, and a big dopey smile on his face. “Hi baby.”

The night air hits you like a slap to the face and you wrap your arms around yourself. He gives you a hug and you lean into him. “What are you doing here?”

He rubs his hands up and down your arms, feeling you shivering. “Missed you. Was gonna throw rocks at your window but I didn’t know which room you were stayin’ in.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Oh my god, you dork. Missed me that much?”

He gives you a sheepish little grin. “Yeah. Well… and I wanted to give you something.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box. You eye it and then give him a cheeky look. “You’ve already proposed to me, Harry, you don’t have to do it again.”

He shakes his head. “Noooo no silly. Open it.”

You take the box from him and slowly open it to reveal the most gorgeous bracelet you’ve ever seen. Your jaw drops when the moonlight catches one of the diamonds. “Harry-“

“Something old.”

You blink, looking at him in confusion. “Huh?”

“My grandpa gave it to my nan when they got married. Mum got it when nan passed and I… well, you know how the saying goes. Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. You didn’t have your ‘something old’ yet. Now you do.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes, so you close the box and wrap your arms around him tightly. “Harry, thank you. Oh my god.”

His voice cracks a bit when he talks, and you know he’s getting emotional now too. “Just thought you might like it. Do you?”

“Of Course I do!” You wipe at your tears but you don’t let go of him. “How did I get so lucky with you?”

He chuckles, kissing your face. “I’m the one who’s lucky. Clearly.”

Imagine you and Chris going to your best friends’ wedding weekend. (Part B)

A/N: Part 4B ❤️ @chrisevans-imagines Oh man, your birthday is really soon! I hate how expensive postage is, so I’m glad Tumblr is free. We can consider this an unconventional present, right? Sorry this didn’t come out at it’s regular time, I was a little distracted watching Zac Efron movies last night. 😋 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A)

It was only 7:00AM when you got to Ava’s room, but she was already having breakfast while her hairstylist worked on putting her long locks into an elegant up-do. “Aw, babe. You look exhausted.” You spotted a sympathetic smile on her lips when you moved to stand behind her and she caught you in her sights. “You know you don’t have to get up so early, you can come when the beauticians are ready to work on you.”

“And miss the chance to have a little girl talk?” You giggled, pulling up a chair so you could get off your feet. “No thanks.” You bit playfully and she laughed, reaching behind her to squeeze your hand before returning to her cereal. “So how are you feeling?” You asked, resting your hands on your belly. “I feel like we haven’t had as much alone time since the guys came to our lives. I love them, but there are some days where I’d still rather just you and me.”

“Yes, take me back to those good old days.” She joked and you nodded, laughing. “I’m feeling good, really good. I’m excited to get married, and I’m excited to meet our little boy and your little boy and- Things are good, really good,” she nodded and you found yourself nodding in agreement. “And how are you doing? Are you a little less overwhelmed now?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I’ve had some time to really just sit and bask in the fact that I am pregnant and I am going to be a mom. Chris and I went to a birthing class together for the first time, which is ridiculous considering Jack’s due next month.” Ava nodded, laughing; she and Sebastian signed up for all the classes as soon as they found out they were pregnant. “And I finally joined him shopping for clothes and other nursery items instead of letting mom and Lisa take my place. I don’t know, it’s still a little overwhelming but I am feeling much better about it all. Chris has been a rock, I honestly don’t know what I’d do without him.”

“You’d strive anyway,” she winked and you smiled, “you’re amazing like that.”

“Knock knock,” Ava’s mom poked her head into the room and you both turned to smile at her. Your smile widened when you saw who was with her; Ava’s baby brother, Kian. You smiled and gave him a little wave, earning one in return. “I hope we’re not interrupting, we just thought we’d come and see how things were going. Kian also had something he wanted to give his big sister. Go on, sweetheart. Go give Ava the present you got her,” she released his hand and he padded over to Ava with a little paper bag.

“How are you, Mandy?” You smiled at her when she pulled up a chair and sat down next to you.

“You’re asking me? I should be asking you that,” she smiled and gave your belly a gentle rub. Your smiles widened when Jack kicked under her palm. “I heard about your RV road trip,” she chuckled when she pulled her hand away, and you bit back your smile. “You poor darlings, maybe you should just stay in New York and have the baby here.”

“No way,” you laughed, “Chris would have a heart attack. Ever since Seb saw me in a Yankees cap, he has been sending me Yankees merchandise for my birthday and Christmas presents. And he knows I’m not an actual baseball fan, he just likes messing with Chris.” Mandy laughed. “I am not going to give him another reason to drive Chris up the wall by giving birth in New York. Seb will mark Jack with the Yankees seal and Chris will pop a vessel.”

“Funny you should say that,” Ava looked at you and her mom through the mirror as she picked her brother up to sit him on her lap. “Seb was actually hoping you’d go into labor while you were in New York.” You laughed because why were you not surprised? “He has a little Yankees cap with Jack’s name embroidered on the back waiting in our apartment to- he said and I quote, ‘bless Baby Cap’s little head with’.”

“He couldn’t just get one for his own son and leave Jack out of it?”

“We haven’t thought of a name yet, but don’t worry- our little peanut will get a hat too.” She said, drawing laughter from you and Mandy. “What did you get me, Kian?” She asked in a softer, gentler voice as she addressed her brother. “Thank you so much, little man.” She took the little paper bag and gasped when she pulled out Cartier’s signature red box; the size looked like the contents involved a necklace. “Is this a joke?” She turned to face her mom with furrowed brows. “How much did you guys spend?”

“Enough for our daughter to know how happy we are for her,” she got to her feet and kissed the top of Ava’s head. Ava sighed, but smile and kissed her mom’s cheek as a thank you. “We’ll leave you girls to it. Come on,” she lifted Kian into her arms and exited.

“What is it?” You sat forward to peer over Ava’s shoulder as she opened the lid of the box, revealing a eye-catching sapphire necklace. You smiled when you saw Ava’s eyes quickly fill with tears, knowing she was touched by her parents’ thoughtfulness and generosity. She didn’t show much interest when you asked her if she wanted to meet the old wedding tradition: something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, and a six pence in one’s shoe. It may have been a folklore that originated from her country, but she was a lot more practical than you were; she didn’t live her life like it was a romantic comedy. Either way, you could tell she was overjoyed with the gift from the look in her eyes when you said, “looks like you got your something new and something blue after all.”

• • • • • • • •

Sebastian stood in front of the full length mirror in his room and adjusted his tie. His eyes darted to the clock hanging on the wall behind him; 11:43AM which meant there were seventeen minutes until he was officially married. He let out a shaky breath as he rubbed his hands together, all the while experiencing the incessant flutters that came from the wings of the butterflies living in his stomach. Now he knew Ava was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but it didn’t stop him from feeling nervous. Everything was happening so quickly, he was going to get married today and in June- he was going to become a father to a baby boy. All these were great things that he was excited for, but it was a little overwhelming. You and Sebastian were similar there; you were extremely good at psyching yourselves out. Hence why you’d both found life partners in Chris and Ava, they were good at bringing the two of you back to reality.

“Bas,” Chace threw a scrunched up ball of paper across the room and got Sebastian in the shoulder, earning the attention he wanted from his best friend. “Are you okay?” He chuckled softly at the nervous expression on Sebastian’s face. “Do you need some air?” He asked and got a head shake 'no’ from Sebastian.

“It’s okay if you do,” Don told him. “I did too.”

“I know it is,” Sebastian rolled his eyes. “But I don’t.”

“You sure?” Anthony furrowed his brows. “'Cause you lo-”

“Oh my God,” Sebastian growled under his breath. “Yes I’m sure.”

They all stopped asking, pressing their lips together. It was clear he needed something, but they didn’t know what. Of course Chris knew- not because he knew Sebastian the best out of all the guys in the room, but because he had felt what Sebastian was feeling on his wedding day. He needed to see you then as much as Sebastian needed to see Ava now. It would’ve seemed ridiculous to anyone else considering he was going to see her in fifteen minutes, but Chris understood. Sebastian helped the two of you have an amazing moment before the wedding, the least Chris could do was get him to Ava. He pulled out his phone and texted you: “Seb needs to see Ava, think you can get her to the lighthouse?” The reply he got from you drew a chuckle from him: “I was just about to text you the same thing. Yes, we’re heading there now.”

“C'mon, Seb.” Chris placed both hands on Sebastian’s shoulders and started to steer him out of the room. “Trust me.” He said when Sebastian tried to fight his actions. “You need some air out by the lighthouse,” Chris spoke in a tone that Sebastian immediately understood; he bolted out the door. “We’ll be back before the wedding starts,” he assured all the confused faces in the room then ran after Sebastian.

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Part 4C

Asgardian Wedding

Request: Hi could you write a request for a Loki x reader wedding day on Asgard?

A/N: It’s wedding day here on the blog! Keep an eye out for the next imagine posted later today, which is also a wedding imagine! There was no specified gender, so I wrote the reader as genderfluid.

Warnings: None.

Word Count Total: 1081

Short Imagine #106

Title: Asgardian Wedding

Originally posted by avengersmemes

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Fanfic - Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue - 1/1

Summary: All the most important people in Iris’s life give her tokens for her wedding day.

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2259

A/N: Day 5 of Westallen Wedding Week : Wedding Traditions

Something old

Iris coughed loudly as a cloud of dust entered her lungs. She was currently on her hands and knees searching in her grandmother’s very small, very low ceiling attic. The single light bulb hanging above did very little to help her actually see what she was looking for.  

“Did you find it yet dear?” Grandma Esther called from down below.

“Not yet,” Iris said between coughs.

“Well you better hurry,” Grandma Esther lectured. “Before you lose a lung from breathing in all that dust.”

Iris grumbled under her breath knowing better than to complain outright to her grandmother.

“What was that?” Grandma Esther’s sharp hearing as always picked up any dissent.

“Nothing grandma,” Iris answered quickly.

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Fun Wedding Ideas

- Plan to dress exactly alike and announce “Well, one of us has to go change” at the altar.

- Wedding piñatas instead of a bouquet/garter toss. Stand by the piñata so when someone breaks it you can get the best candy.

- Have a dog bring the rings down the aisle. Share the first dance at the reception with dog. Have the whole wedding party made up of dogs. Dogs everywhere. Yes.

- Rather than throwing rice, have guests throw down instead.

- One partner wears the front half of a horse costume, and the other wears the bottom half. After the ceremony, join together as one horse and gallop down the aisle. Tell no one about the horse costume beforehand.

- “Something old, something new, something borrow, something blue” is so old hat. Make your wedding more modern by wearing “something gay, something rare, snomething (snake something) and a bear.”

ML Fluff Month Day 8 - New

In which Mari has some pre wedding jitters



“What’s that old saying? ‘Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue’, right?”

“Well, yeah girl. You have your mom’s dress, your Miraculous, and Adrien’s mom’s sapphire heart necklace, right? You’re just missing something new.” Alya stretched. “Although technically your something borrowed was given to you. And damn your mom’s old dress looks great on you.”

Marinette blushed. “Thanks, Alya. But what happens if I don’t get something new? Will my marriage be doomed to fail? Will-”

“Woah, girl. Rein it in. Deep breaths.” Alya grinned. “Your marriage isn’t going to fail. What’s that thing Master Fu used to tell us? 'The ladybug and black cat are two halves of a whole’? You two are literally soulmates.”

“Yeah, but what if Adrien only loves me because I’m Ladybug and not because I’m Marinette?”

“Ladybug and Marinette are the same person. Do I have to tell you this every day?” Alya sighed. “Adrien loves you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be marrying you. And then you’d be single until you’re forty, and we’d get married instead.”

Marinette chuckled. “We would’ve made a great power couple,” she mused. “The miraculous Ladybug and the sly Vixen, the most powerful duo to ever roam the streets of Paris!”

“Well, that makes us sound like villains,” Alya laughed. “Though if we were, we’d kick ass.”

Both girls laughed, wiping away the small tears that formed at the corner of their eyes. They were still giggling and making plans if they ever became villains when Marinette’s mother opened the door.

“Are you ready, dear?” Sabine asked, a small smile on her face.

Marinette glanced at Alya. “I think so, but I never found something new.”

“Oh, Mari, sweetie. There is so much that is about to be new. You’re about to have a new life with a husband who loves you. That is your something new.” Sabine approached her daughter and wrapped her in a hug. “I love you, honey bun.”

“I love you, too, Maman.”

And Sabine was right. When Marinette and Adrien said “I do”, she could feel the rush that came with a new life. She was acutely aware of the ring resting on her finger, one that belonged to his mother and matched the necklace she wore. (They were a set, though Marinette didn’t find out until the honeymoon.) Every new feeling she felt at that moment filled her to the brim with joy.

Because now she was no longer Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She was now Marinette Agreste, and she was about to start her newest adventure.

Marriage is overrated // Joe Sugg

Prompt; N/A

Warnings; just my usual swearing, I guess

Requested; nono

You stand before the mirror, flattening out the creases in your dress with your hands. Thoughts fly from left to right in your mind, causing the anxiety to bubble up inside you. “On my wedding day. No bridesmaid to stand beside me… let alone a father to walk me down the isle” you sigh, moving away from the mirror. Instead, you go to the vanity, and pick up your phone. You only had about 5 minutes until you had to walk yourself down the isle.

“You really think I would miss my best friend’s wedding, would you?” You hear a voice say from behind. A large smile creeps upon your face as you spin to see your best friend standing before you. You run up to him with open arms, him engulfing your petite features in a strong hug.

“Joe! I thought you were still in Paris!” You gasp, holding a hand onto the side of his face. You rub your thumb over his cheek gently, still in a state of shock of him being here. He smiles at you sweetly, reaching into his pocket.

“I want you to have this.”

“It better not be a ring because sorry man I’m already getting married,” you smirk, pushing his shoulder softly. He rolls his eyes playfully, and pulls out a small box.

“As they say; Something old, something new… something borrowed, something blue,” he says, handing over the small box.

You open it, and tears instantly prick your eyes. In the box was a silver necklace, in the shape of a pentagon. Inside the middle of the pentagon was a Emerald, shining in the artificial light. You look up at Joe, and whisper a barely audible thank you. You pull him into another hug, and he chuckles slightly. “And you haven’t even seen the other side.”. Pulling away, you look at the other side of the necklace. Marriage is overrated… friendship lasts forever was engraved in. ”You said that to me when I was romanticising about having an autumn wedding with Mila Kunis when we were 10.” Joe prompted, smiling to himself.

“Can you put this on me?” You ask, taking it out and handing it over to your best friend.

“Gladly,” he smiles, as you turn around. You pull your hair to the side as he puts the necklace around your neck, securing the clasp. He spins you around as a lady comes tumbling in the door.

“Wedding time, Miss!” She cheers, running back out. You link your arm with his as you say,

“Let’s go.”

  • Me: *walks down the aisle @my wedding carrying a pile of books*
  • The groom: What is this?
  • Me: It says "Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue." This is the oldest book I have. And this other one I bought yesterday. The third one I borrowed from a friend. And the fourth one is blue. Do you have any better ideas?