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mrs-takami-keigo · 4 years ago

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Summer Nights

For my second piece of work for the BNHArem collaboration I give you Summer Nights. Honestly this was so much fun to write. The theme was Summer, and summer to me means vacation and romance! You can find all the summer goodness with BNHA by other amazing and talented Authors here!

Pairing: Shouto x Fem!Reader

Description: You’ve always watched summer romances in movies and read them in books, but you never thought it in a million years it could happen to you.

Rating:SFW

Word count:6.0K

“Look! It’s the beach!” Ochaco beamed as she pulled on Tsui’s arm dragging her across the white sand. Soon Mina, Hagakure and Jiro followed behind them, giggling once the cool clear waters of the sea touched their feet.

‘Even at twenty-one they can’t control themselves.’

Shouto stepped out of the van putting on his black Ray Bans sunglasses, the summer sun beat down on the exposed skin his white v-neck didn't cover. Even with his dark sunglasses on, he could tell the hawaiian sky was a picturesque light blue. Vast beaches full of travelers and locals alike. The air was fresh and crisp with the smell of local restaurants mixing it to it. Tall palm trees rustling in the breeze, Shouto was sure he had never felt so calm in his life.

“Hey we should stay as a group to check in!!” Iida started after the group when Momo stepped in, placing her small hand on his shoulder.

“Oh let them have their fun. We’ve all been so busy these past three years with hero work, we deserve this vacation.” With a defeated sigh and mumbles of how irresponsible people could be, their old class rep turned around making his way to the entrance of the hotel.

“Okay boys! Me and Iida are going to go check in. Can you help unload the van and meet us inside!” Momo waved her hand as she passed the group of hotel staff, their mouth’s were slightly hung open admiring her stunning beauty.

“Man, why do the girls get to have fun and we gotta do the work? I thought this was a vacation?” shaking his head at his lightning powered friend's whine, Shouto reached into the back of the van to pick up his hard black suitcase.

“Shut up and just grab a damn bag, dumbass!” Bakugou snatched up his own suitcases before shoving past everyone stomping his way into the hotel. Shouto and the rest of the group followed behind the hot tempered blonde. The sliding glass doors opened for the group where they were greeted by hotel staff members who had genuine smiles gracing their features.

A woman walked up to Shouto,”Aloha, welcome to honolulu.” She reached up and placed a lei with beautiful purple and white orchids around his neck. Giving her a soft smile in return Shouto continued his journey into the massive hotel lobby.

Shouto had stopped in the middle of the semi-busy area, lifting his sunglasses to sit on top of his head pushing his hair back, so he could admire every detail of the building. The only word he could come up with was glamorous. The lobby had white and grey marble flooring, tall white pillars with intricate flower designs lined in gold wrapped around the cylinders holding up the extravagant ceiling. Gold moldings lined the high ceiling and a giant crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the room. Seeing as how it was summer people were all over, be it at the check-in/out desks, the concierge or even sitting on the wine colored couches and chairs that were placed strategically in the lobby.

“Wait, watch where you’re go-” Before he could react, Shouto felt someone bump into his back, forcing him to rock forward, sunglasses clattering to the floor. Looking over his right shoulder he caught a glimpse of your soft hair on top of your head before he felt like he had the wind knocked out of him. Feeling like everything turned into slow motion, you lifted your head, Shouto’s eyes widened.

‘Beautiful.’

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Your voice sounded like a sweet medley that calmed Shouto’s heart. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No I’m fine, a-are you okay?” He turned his body so he could face you, now he was able to take in all of your beauty. What you wore was so simple but you made it look stunning. A white tank top with the word bridesmaid in black lettering, a pair of blue denim bermuda shorts and black platform sandals, that's all you had on but still managed to take his breath away. You went to pick up the sunglasses that fell when you bumped into him, that’s when he noticed one multi-colored and one pink and purple crystal bracelet on your wrist.

You reached out your hand offering his glasses back. “Yeah I’m fine!” Shouto slowly took his glasses back from you. “But um next time maybe don’t stop in the middle of the entrance, it’s a little dangerous.” Shouto swore he felt his heart stop when you smiled at him.

“Hey! Come on, everyone is waiting for you!” Both you and Shouto looked over at your group of friends, all of them wearing the same top as you except one, calling over to you.

“Looks like I gotta run, don't wanna upset the bride. Oh and sorry again.” You sent him one last smile before running towards your friends. Shouto watched as your friends kept making glances at him before you turned to look back at him. A smile graced your lips as you sent him a small wave of your hand. One of your friend’s, the bride he assumed because of her shirt, leaned over and whispered something in your ear. Her action caused you to have a shocked expression before turning away from him quickly. Shouto let out a small chuckle, wondering what your friends could have possibly said to have made you so flustered.

“Hey, did you forget something Todoroki?” Deku’s voice brought him back to reality. “Why are you just standing here?”

“It was nothing Midoriya, just looking at the interior.” Looking at his close friend he let a small smile pass his lips. “Let’s go join the others shall we?”

Making his way back to his group, Shouto passed one more look over his shoulder only to see you were already gone.

‘Who is she?’

It wasn’t till that next night at the luau did Shouto see you again. You and your group walked past his table, his observant eyes catching every smile you passed to your friends as you found your seats. The way your royal blue floral sundress that came down right below your knees blew in the night breeze. You had your hair tied up in a ponytail, a beautiful Hawaiian hibiscus was placed on the base of the ponytail. Shouto tried to make it not apparent that he was watching you but couldn’t help himself, the more he looked at you the more he noticed.

The tables for the luau were long wooden picnic tables enough for your group and his to fit together. Finally picking a spot on the bench, he had a perfect view of you, on the other side of the table slightly to the left closer to the stage.

“Those girls down there are beauties aren’t they?” Denki slung his arm over Shouto’s shoulders, taking a sip of his soda, Denki saw that Shouto had never stopped looking at you. Clearing his throat Denki decided to speak louder.

“Isn't that the girl you were talking about last night? The one that bumped into you and you said smelled like a beautiful garden of roses, daffodil’s, peony and a hint of dahlia?” Shouto tore his eyes away from you to glare at his so called friend, ready to freeze or burn that big mouth of his off, just wasn’t sure which.

You heard the blonde as he spoke to the man you ran into the day before. Watching as the embarrassed male slammed a hand over his blonde friend's mouth and saying something through his teeth, making the others eyes widen. You couldn't help but chuckle at the dynamic of the two, the blonde looked like he was a puppy that had just gotten scolded.

The sound of your chuckle caught Shouto’s attention, he looked at you with a horrified expression. He realized that you heard what Denki said, meaning you know what he said about you. A light blush formed on his cheeks before he turned his gaze down to his drink, playing with the little umbrella it had in it.

“I think he likes you.” Your friend nudged you in the ribs with her elbow a smirk formed on her lips.

“I don’t know. I only bumped into him and said less than ten words to him.” You kept your gaze on him. He kept fidgeting with that paper umbrella trying to look at anything but you. “Maybe he’s just embarrassed cause I told him it wasn't smart to just stop like that.” Those pesky butterflies were still in your stomach from when you first made eye contact with him. His face looked like it was sculpted by angel’s themselves. Then his eyes, god those eyes, you felt like if you had looked at them any longer you’d turn into a blubbering mess.

“Well I found out from some of the staff here that he and his whole group are actually pro-Heroes from japan. It’s kind of like a summer vacation/reunion for them.”

“Even on vacation your journalistic self can’t help but find out the latest scoop huh?” You stuffed a freshly baked roll in her mouth, earning a light slap on your shoulder.

You heard the start of drums starting to pound in a rhythmic beat signaling that the show was starting. You paid attention to the performance of the hula dancers as they told stories with their fluid movements, it was beautiful. The night carried on with more performances, food and fun moments between the performers and the audience. The show soon came to a close, leaving you wanting more. But ever so often you felt the gaze of a certain hero, your heart racing every time you felt it.

“Wasn’t that awesome?” Your friend had her arm intertwined with yours as you walked the torch lit pathway back to the small villas. You could only hum in agreement, not really paying attention to what she had been talking about. For some reason your mind was still jumping back to the red and white haired man. There was about him, something that made you want to know more about him.

Not watching where you were going you bumped shoulders with a woman who was passing you causing the room key that was tucked into your pocket to fall out. With a quick apology to the women you resumed your walk down the path never realizing the key fell out of your pocket.

“Excuse me!” You heard a man shout from behind you, making you and your friend stop. “I think you dropped this.” Turning around you saw the man that haunted your thoughts jog up to you holding the room key that had fallen. Stuffing your hand in your pockets where that key should be you had finally realized it had fallen. He was soon in front of you the key was being held in between his thumb and pointer finger, holding it out for you.

“I’ll meet you back at the villa.” Your friend sent you a sly smile wiggling her eyebrows as she pushed you a little forward towards the awaiting man.

“Oh um thank you. I can be such a clutz sometimes.” Reaching out a hand, your fingertips brushed against his, gently taking the plastic object back. It may sound cliche but you were sure there was a small rush of electricity that ran through you with just that slight contact.

“It was no problem.” He rubbed the back of his neck once the key was back in your hand. Now it was your turn to look at him like he did you. He was a decently taller than you by a few inches, his red and white hair framed showing off the impeccable structure of his face. The scar on his left side didn’t hinder his beauty in any way. His sharp eyes were just as mesmerizing as they were the other day. The white and turquoise striped short sleeved button down outlined his broad shoulders, the first few buttons open showing off the silver necklaces he wore. Black khaki shorts that seemed to go perfectly on his long legs, and black leather boat shoes. All in all he looked like the perfect man to you.

“What’s your name?” You're not sure what came over you ask that. You could have just walked away after saying thank you but for some reason you couldn’t.

“Shouto Todoroki. And yours?” You told him, only to have him repeat it back. The sound of your name rolling off his lips set your heart racing. “It’s a beautiful name.” Silence fell between you two. “This may sound a little forward but would you like to take a walk on the beach with me?” You can tell he was hesitant to ask you, but that only made you smile.

“I would like that Shouto.” He smiled back at you as he moved to the side so you could start walking back towards the beach. The walk for the most part was in silence, just the gentle sound of the summer’s night breeze dancing through the palm trees.

“So, I hear you’re a pro-hero in japan.” You decided to break the ice, hoping to get to know him better. “What’s that like?” By the time you decide to speak you two had made it to the end of the concrete pathway where the sand from the beach started. Stopping you bent down to take off your wedges, not wanting to walk in the sand with them. Looking next to you, you noticed Shouto doing the same. Once he got his own shoes off you both picked up the shoes and made your way down the beach.

“How did you find that out?”

“I have my sources.” You shrugged flashing a playful grin at the man accompanying you.

Shouto chuckled at your response. You could feel those butterflies fluttering again. “It’s hard work, but worth it. To be able to protect people is the main reason why I wanted to become a hero.” His voice was a little gruff at times but calming at the same time. “What do you do, are you a Pro as well?”

You had reached the shore, the sounds of crashing waves roared across the empty beach. The full moon high in the sky reflecting beautifully off the dark sea as if it were the moon's personal mirror. “No, unfortunately.” A wave crashed, making its way up the sand, the water tickling the tips of your toes. “I was born without a quirk.”

You turned your head to Shouto, his face showing expressions of being apologetic and of sheer panic, you were used to it by now. “But it doesn’t bother me. I may not have a quirk but I still have powers.” You wiggled your fingers like a witch would do in the cartoons you would watch on TV when you were younger.

Shouto tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“I have the power to let couples have their dream weddings.” You let out a laugh as the confusion became more apparent. “I’m a wedding planner. I may not be a well known one but one day I will be. That way I can do my part for people, it may not be as impactful as what you do but it’s still something.”

“I think that’s an amazing power you have. To be able to help people with their dreams isn’t a small feat. It's something very admirable actually.” The smile that graced his face was nothing short of breath taking. It was almost contagious how his smile made your own wider.

There was a silence that fell between you two again, but you were comfortable around him. Just what was it about him that made you feel like this around a stranger? Was it because he was a hero or was there something else to him? Something deeper? You wanted to find out.

“Can I ask you a question? And I’m sorry if it’s out of line but how did you get that scar?” You had turned to face him, stepping closer you got a better look at the imperfection on his skin.

“Oh this,” he raised his palm to it gently grazing the scar with his finger tips. “My mother poured boiling water on my left side because it reminded her of my father.”

An audible gasp left your lips as you stepped closer to him. Not sure what came over you but you raised your hand to cover his. “I’m so sorry, Shouto. I shouldn’t have asked.”

His body froze. You were so close to him, your scent encased him, pulling him further into your mysterious spell. What have you done to him, he felt like his heart was about to explode whenever you simply looked at him. But to have you this close and touching his hand he was sure he had seen the heavens open, and you were the angel greeting him.

He leaned slightly into your hand. “It’s fine, it happened so long ago. It’s a part of how I became the man I am today.” Taking your hand in his, he walked you both over to a set of lounge chairs.

He then explained his childhood to you. What his power is, who his father was, how Deku helped him make his fire his own, everything. As he told his story you felt water gather in your eyes. He had been through so much, and yet he was this kind, confident and all around beautiful man.

Shouto honestly couldn't explain why he opened up to you the way he did. It took his classmates, his closest friends, much longer to get this deep with him. You made him feel like he could open himself up, that he didn’t need to be ashamed of his past.

You two went well into the night, sharing stories of your past and dreams about your futures. It wasn’t until you saw the sky start to turn lighter did you realize that it was almost six in the morning. You’ve spent more than seven hours with a man you had just met. Shouto offered to walk you to your villa that you shared with your friends, in which you gladly accepted.

Shouto walked down the same path from before, glancing to his right to look at you. The blush of dawn illuminated your skin, shining brightly through your tresses. That serene smile on your lips made his heart do backflips. He was so caught up in watching you he didn’t realize that you were both standing in front of the villa.

“This is me.” You moved to stand on the stoop in front of the door, making you eye level with Shouto. “I really enjoyed tonight Shouto.”

“So did I.” His voice was soft like he didn't want to speak too loud in case it broke the spell you had on him.

“Well, I guess I’ll just see you around the hotel.” You gave him a short wave as you turned to open the door.

“Wait.” You were stopped by Shouto’s hand as he got a hold of yours. Looking down at your connected hands you felt like your body was on fire. “May I see you again?”

Raising your eyes from your hands, you met his gaze. He had a slight blush forming on his cheeks, his eyes searching yours for an answer. You couldn’t help it, no matter what he did you always felt a sense of happiness around him.

“I would really like that.” You watched as relief washed over him, his shoulders visibly relaxing, his brilliant smile came back.

“Tonight at nine, can you meet me at the beach again. If you’re not busy that is.”

“I think I can fit you in my schedule.” with hands still connected, Shouto raised your hand to his lips. Placing a gentle kiss in the back of it.

“Then I’ll see you tonight.” He released your hand, taking a few steps backwards, his eyes never leaving yours.

Turning around you unlocked the door, opening it. Stepping through the door you closed it and pressed your back against the wood. Taking the hand he held on to, you placed it above your racing heart.

“Shouto Todoroki , what have you done to me?” Still feeling like you were on cloud nine you made your way to your room, hoping to get some sleep before your friends decided to go sightseeing.

Over the next five days of your vacation, you met up with Shouto every night at nine on the beach. Tonight was no different. This was what you looked forward to each and every day, to see Shouto, to hear the stories of his days in highschool with his friends, to spend all hours of the night with him just talking.

Walking to the beach you noticed Shouto was already there. His dark jeans rolled up his calves as he stood in the water, face turned up to the sky. You could feel the air in your lungs be sucked out. The way the moonlight was reflecting off his porcelain skin, made him look like an unearthly being, highlighting the sharp features of his face. Silky strands of his two-toned hair flies in the wind, a smile plays on his lips. He was perfect.

Rolling up your jeans, you walked into the water to stand next to him. “It’s a beautiful night isn't it?” The cold water rolled over your feet coming up over your ankles. It was one of the chilliest nights you’ve had all summer. Thinking maybe you should have brought a light jacket with you, you rubbed your exposed arms trying to generate heat.

“It is, now that you’re here.” You could feel the heat in your cheeks start to rise. One thing you learned about Shouto over these nights was that he wasn’t one to beat around the bush. “Are you cold?” Shouto started to come closer to you, wrapping his left arm around your shoulders, his body touching yours. It was then you realized he was using his fire side to keep you warm.

“Thank you, Shouto.” His quirk had amazed you when he told you what it was. On the third night he had done a small demonstration, showing you how it works. You could still remember the excitement in his eyes when he made you a small ice figurine of the flower you had in your hair that first night.

Suddenly you thought back to what your friend asked ‘So what are you gonna do once we have to go back to reality?’. You only had two more nights to spend with Shouto, two more nights to live in this fantasy. What were you going to do, you didn’t live in japan and he did. You were just a wedding planner and he was a hero, you lived in two entirely different worlds.

“Hey Shouto, I wanted to give you something.” You broke apart from him, already missing the warmth he gave you, you faced him. “Remember when you asked me about my bracelets?” he nodded his head, watching as you reached in your back pocket. You pulled out a crystal bracelet much like your own, only this one had black and a light brown small round stones on it.

“I got you one, this is a protection bracelet.” You took hold of his wrist, sliding the elastic object over his large slightly calloused hand. “It’s made from black obsidian which is known as a grounding and protective stone and tiger eye; it's going to help bring you balance and help you release fear and anxiety, aiding you in making unclouded judgments and understanding. I thought that you could use this seeing as how you have a tough and dangerous job.” You played with the little polished stones now on his wrists. You wanted to give him something to remember these summer nights with you, because you knew this is all it would ever be, summer nights and a summer romance.

“I feel bad, I didn’t get you anything.” He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, letting his hand slide down to the ends playing with it between his fingers.

“You don’t have to, the memories of these past few nights are all I need.” his eyes stared into your own, like they were trying to say something to you but you couldn't figure it out.

You gasped as Shouto pulled you into a tight hug. His hand stroking the back of your head, long fingers running through your hair. “Sometimes memories aren't enough. Tomorrow night I promise, I’ll give you something you can always remember me by.”

That night you spent it like all the other nights, only difference was Shouto had held you for the better part of the whole night. Soon it was time to say goodnight, like every night. Once you closed your door Shouto headed back to the villa he shared with his friends, he looked at his wrist staring at the bracelet. He had to get you something just as meaningful in the morning. Letting out a sigh he looked back up at the star lit sky, tomorrow night he was going to ask you if you wanted to continue this romance once the vacation ended.

You had butterflies in your stomach all day long. Something about what Shouto said last night had you on your toes. Deciding you were going to dress up tonight you put on a black and daisy printed spaghetti strapped dress that came up to right above your knees. You made sure to spray your signature perfume, knowing that Shouto liked the smell of it just as much as you did. After talking with your friends about it, maybe it wasn't so bad to carry on with this romance after leaving Hawaii. So many people you know and even couples you planned weddings for had done the whole long distance thing. ‘This could work!’ You smiled as you picked up pace making your way to the beach.

Once you reached the beach you noticed Shouto wasn't there yet. It wasn’t like him to not be here before you. Shrugging it off you made your way to the lounge chairs you and Shouto declared as your spot. Pulling out your phone you decided to play a game or check your social media sites while you waited for him.

Five minutes turned into thirty, thirty turned into an hour and before you knew it you wanted on that beach for almost an hour and a half. You felt silly for never getting Shouto’s number, what if something happened to him and his friends. You were about to get up and make your way to the front desk to ask them to call his villa for you when you saw a hotel staff member run towards you.

“Excuse me are you,” He said your name, before handing you a beautifully wrapped box and a letter. “Mr.Todoroki asked me to give that to you.” without another word the man turned around and left.

Sitting back down you placed the box on your lap as you opened the letter.

‘To my Flower,

I’m so sorry to have left without a word but something came up back in japan and they needed all of us to come back immediately. These past few days seemed like a fantasy for me, YOU were like a fantasy for me. I was afraid that one day I would open my eyes and you would be gone, that you were only someone I imagined. You are a woman who must be too wonderful, too beautiful, too great to be true, it's odd to think that a man like me could catch your eye and possibly your heart.

I was going to use tonight to ask you if this could turn into something more than just a past memory, if this can become our reality. If you want to become MY reality. Inside the box is something you could cherish forever and my contact information. Hope to hear from you soon, my flower.

-Shouto

Folding the letter back up and placing it against your stomach, you switched your attention to the small box. The wrapping paper was a beautiful lilac and gold metallic marble pattern, with a mesh white ribbon wrapped around it, a perfect bow on top. You almost didn't want to open it, it was so beautiful.

Pulling the ribbon you gently untied it from around the box before pulling at the paper. The gift had a little weight to it, your mind wandered trying to come up with what could possibly be in there. Once you got rid of the paper, you were left with a small dark blue velvet box. Slowly you opened the lid. You nearly dropped it as a gasp passed your lips, hands shaking, water gathering in the corner of your eyes.

Inside was a Hawaiian Hibiscus hair pin made out of red sapphires, he remembered your favorite flower. You had mentioned it to him the first night and it was never brought up again. You ran your fingertips over the stunning stones, taking it out of its case you clipped it to the side of your hair. With it securely in place you looked back at the box hopping to find a small card with his phone number.

Confusion struck as you noticed there wasn't a card in the box, tilting your head you turned the object over shaking it hoping something was going to magically fall out. But nothing, going back to the letter you re-read the last line over again just to make sure you did read it right. Grabbing the envelope you ripped it open but once again, nothing.

Shouto forgot to leave his number for you, you had no way of contacting him. Was this fate's way of telling you this wouldn't have worked? Did fate save you from an impending heartbreak? You looked up to the stars as tears started to flow from your eyes. You and Shouto were never meant to walk down this path together, at least not in reality. Now you only had these summer nights to remember the man that set your heart on fire. With tears streaming down your face you held the letter to your heart.

“I’ll cherish these memories forever, Shouto.”

It’s been five years to the day and you haunted Shouto’s memories. Those nights were still fresh in his head, if he closed his eyes he could still feel that soft breeze on the beach, your scent wafting around him. The way your smile was somehow brighter than the sun, your laugh was like a lullaby in his head, he could remember it all. When he landed back home he had expected you to have sent him a text message but nothing, even days, weeks, months later there was nothing. He was devastated, he truly wanted to believe that you had felt for him the way he felt for you but he was mistaken.

“You're still thinking about that girl icy hot?” The sound of Bakugou’s rough voice brought him out of his reverie. He had been put on patrol with his old classmate, there was a big convention going on in town so they were put on duty to make sure nothing happens in the surrounding area.

“No I’m not.” Shouto continued to walk alongside his friend, as his hand played with the bracelet on his wrist.

“Tch don’t lie, every time the summer comes your head gets further in the clouds. It’s been five years man, let it go.”

He’s tried so many times but couldn’t, you were all he could think of. He tried looking for you but didn’t know where, he racked his brain thinking back to the conversations but you never said where you lived now. He was hoping that one day your paths would cross like they did in Hawaii on that beautiful summer day, and just hope he wasn't too late.

“Come in Ground Zero and Shouto!” The heroes could hear the dispatcher call for them in the hidden earpiece they had.

“Shouto and Ground Zero here, what’s going on?”

“Looks like some criminals decided to show up at the convention center. Other heroes are on their way but you two are the closest!” Looking at Bakugou, Shouto watched as he blasted himself in the air going towards the center.

“Time to get your head out of the past icy hot and focus on the present!!” Shouto was never one to take advice from the hot tempered hero, but maybe this time he would.

They arrived at the scene to see people running and screaming out of the convention center. police officers and EMT’s trying to get people to safety and taking those who were injured “Bakugou, you get the attention of the criminals, keep them busy until backup arrives, I’ll go in and try to evacuate as many people as I can.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” He took off into the building, one thing over the years hasn't changed and that was Bakugou’s anger.

Running to the back of the building Shouto found an entrance that seemed to have not been noticed by the criminals, Shouto figured he'd start the evacuation from the back working his way to the front making sure everyone was safe. Running into rooms, and halls he got out as many as he could making sure the coast was clear for the civilians to run to the exit.

He had gotten everyone out and was about to go aid Bakugou when he heard a woman screaming as she was being held back by the police. “My friend is in there! She’s still in there!” There was sheer panic and desperation in her voice .

“Do you know where she is?” Shouto was slightly out of breath having ran through the entire building.

“She was in the dressing room of the main hall!” Shouto nodded his head at her before running off back into the building. ‘How could I have missed her!’ Gritting his teeth Shouto pushed himself faster, he had to get to her and then go help Bakugou.

“Oi Todoroki where are you?” He could hear Bakugou over the earpiece.

“There is one more civilian in the dressing room, once I get her to safety I’ll head over to help you.”

“Help me?” Shouto heard a loud explosion followed by Bakugou laughing. “Who said I needed your help, just figured you'd want in on the action!”

Shouto was about to respond back when he heard the sound of someone screaming. Using his ice as a booster he slid down the escalators leading him to the main hall where the woman’s friend said she was. Slowing down and stopping right outside the door, Shouto heard the criminal speaking to the woman.

“Just come out and nobody gets hurt!” Shouto used that as his moment to freeze the criminal, surrounding him in ice. “What the-” The criminal tried to break free but couldn’t.

“It’s useless, you can't break my ice.” His voice was low and deadly sending shivers down the criminal’s spine. Shouto walked into the room, tables were flipped glass was broken but the woman’s friend was nowhere to be seen. “Miss, you can come out, it's safe now.” He walked closer to the stand up closet, figuring that’s the first place a person would hide. Shouto put his hand on the small door knob ready to open it when he got a whiff of it.

‘Roses, daffodil’s, peony and a hint of dahlia? It couldn’t be, there's no way’.

Nearly ripping the door off it hinges, Shouto’s eyes widened as he saw you. A mix of black mascara and tears streaming down your face. Your body shaking from fear hands clenched into fists on your side. You opened your eyes, meeting Shouto’s shocked ones. That’s when he saw it, that hair pin he gave you all those years ago, placed on the side of your head.

“Shouto?” Was the last thing you heard yourself say before everything went black.

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chilling-seavey · 4 years ago

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HH wedding blurb?

Ahh thank you for this! I was surprised I actually hadn’t thought about it at all but this was fun to write. 🥰

Also can we take a second to look at that photoshop job I did yesterday- I literally scared myself when I pulled off his face swap--

September 1, 1961

“Five minutes.”

Daniel sighed heavily, adjusting his tie in the mirror for the uncountable time that morning, his impatience making him antsy. Five minutes was far too long. And that only got him in the car to the church.

Christian leaned on the doorframe of Daniel’s childhood bedroom, arms crossed over his chest and small smirk on his face.

“What?” Daniel asked, sensing his older brother’s eyes on him.

“Nothin’. It’s cute seeing you nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.” Daniel corrected, setting his hands on the top of his dresser and narrowed his eyes at himself through the mirror. “I just want to get there already.”

Christian hummed, shuffling over to stand at Daniel’s side, the two brothers staring at their reflections. Over the last three years, Daniel had earned a few more inches over his older brother and he smirked proudly at that fact in the mirror. He had grown a lot since the summer of ’58 and in more than just his height: he was freshly graduated as of that spring, had a nice little office job lined up, and had met the girl of his dreams, his soulmate.

Life was going to be good and Daniel was so impatient to just get it started. Today was the first important step.

“You look good.” Christian slapped his hand on his younger brother’s back.

“Thanks.” Daniel cracked a small smile.

“Little brother’s getting married before me. What kind of life are we living in?” Christian teased.

“After only six months of engagement at that.” their mother added from the doorway as she showed up to fetch them.

Daniel grinned bashfully and grabbed his can of hairspray for one last application. Six months certainly wasn’t a long time to be engaged but Daniel and Loretta simply couldn’t wait any longer – they probably would have wed even sooner if their parents didn’t step in to shut that idea down. They needed to have a proper wedding in a proper church after a responsible amount of time. So they agreed on six months and booked the church for a sunny September morning and were going to be married by high noon.

Christian and Daniel got into the iconic red Thunderbird and their parents and sister piled into the second car to drive towards the church.

“Roof up, Christian! I don’t want to see a single fly away on either of you boys when we get to the church!” their mother reminded as she climbed in the passenger seat of the family car.

Daniel turned up the radio as they drove through the suburbs of Los Angeles, leaning back in his seat and watching the familiar neighbourhood speed past. His anxiousness was only growing as they approached the church and he let out a deep breath as Christian found a parking spot and shifted the car into park.

“You alright?” Christian asked.

“Yeah.” Daniel breathed, glancing out the window towards the entrance of the church where a few guests were already mingling. “Let’s go.”

Christian stood at Daniel’s side as they headed towards the front doors and the friends and family members who were outside in the warm sun greeted the groom and his best man excitedly. Daniel shared kisses with his grandparents and aunts and handshakes with his uncles and Loretta’s few extended family members. They shared their excitement and well wishes as the priest invited everyone to find their seats.

“There he is!”

Daniel was barely one step into the church before Jack and Zach were rushing down the aisle towards him, their dress shoes clicking over the smooth wood floors. They nearly jumped on him, hyping him up eagerly and complimenting how sharp he looked in his suit. The three best friends hurried down the hallway to the dressing room, Jack and Zach talking Daniel’s ear off the whole way.

Usually Daniel would be chiming right in with their banter but he was far too nervous and excited and anxious to be phased. The groomsmen gathered in the small room until it would be time for the precession; Tyler already waiting in there with poured glasses of whiskey for the five of them.

They cheered to Daniel and his happy marriage he was to start that day and downed their shallow drinks.

Outside, the black limo was pulling up to the front of the church and Mrs. Howard was eagerly rushing to open the back door for her daughter. The crowd had mostly gone inside to their seats by then, meaning only the parents of the bride and her bridesmaids were outside to welcome her.

Loretta was so excited she hadn’t eaten anything all morning no matter how much her mother tried to insist. She was dressed in her white gown that fell just past her knees and was trimmed in soft lace up the bodice and across her neck and her veil was fastened into her brown curls that had been set in curlers the night before. Loretta couldn’t wipe the grin from her face from the moment she looked herself in the mirror after she was all done up.

Her father helped her step out of the limo and her bridesmaids smoothed down her dress and her veil as she straightened up.

“What time is it?” Loretta asked softly.

“11:50.” her father answered after a check to his watch.

“Ten minutes.” Loretta whined impatiently, shifting her weight from foot to foot in her nervous excitement.

“Feeling okay?” her mother asked.

“Great.” Loretta beamed.

“You’re going to crease your makeup, Lori.”

“I can’t help it.” Loretta whispered bashfully and her mother only pressed a kiss to her daughter’s cheek.

With all the guests sitting down in the church pews, the men were sent in to take their spots at the alter in a straight processional; Zach then Jack then Tyler then Christian and finally, Daniel. The groom stood beside the priest with his groomsmen lined up behind him quietly.

Loretta’s mother slunk down the aisle and sent a sweet smile and wink to Daniel and her presence – although obviously expected – made Daniel’s heart race. It meant Lori was there and she was going to be coming in any moment and he exhaled deeply with his eyes locked on the double doors at the opposite end of the aisle.

He was startled by the organ player beginning as the clock struck noon and then began the processional of the bridesmaids, starting with Tyler’s daughter dropping little flower petals down the aisle out of a wicker basket before rushing over to her mother, then each of Loretta’s closest friends in soft pink dresses made their way down the aisle. They lined up opposite the men and all smiled eagerly at Daniel. He didn’t pay much attention to them.

The guests all stood and turned towards the far doors of the church as Loretta and her father stepped inside. If you thought Loretta was grinning outside the church, you should have seen her face when she finally saw Daniel. She was smiling so wide you would think her face was stuck like that and her poor father nearly needed to hold her back from running down the aisle.

Her smile was infectious and Daniel found himself biting his lip to keep from grinning too wide, wondering why they chose the church with the longest aisle in the entire country.

Soon, Loretta was right in front of him and he took the single step off the alter and gently pulled up the front of her veil to drape it down her back and then took her hand from her father’s. The simple touch of her palm in his had Daniel filling with that familiar comfortable warmth and he politely tucked his fingers around hers, running his thumb over her knuckles.

Raymond gave Daniel a pat on his shoulder and left his only daughter with a kiss to her cheek before finding his spot beside his wife in the front row.

“You didn’t eat this morning.” Daniel whispered to Loretta as they turned to step up towards the priest.

Loretta only got half of a quiet reassurance of, “I’m okay” out before Daniel was tripping over the single step and nearly falling right on his face if it wasn’t for Loretta lunging over to grab him as the crowd gasped.

Daniel swore softly under his breath, cheeks bursting pink in embarrassment as he stabled himself – especially with Jack and Zach sniggering from a few paces away – and Loretta set a comforting hand on his chest. Meeting her eyes had Daniel biting back a nervous smile and she just giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

They stood facing each other, hands held together until the perfect warmth of their touch was nearly radiating up their arms. Daniel swore his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. The priest said his opening statements and a quick prayer and introduction as the ceremony started.

When it was time for vows, Daniel was to start, and he spoke to his bride a little faster than intended,

“I, Daniel, take you, Loretta, as my lawfully wedded wife; to be your partner in life, bounded by fate, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. I will love and honor you all the days of my life.”

Loretta nearly cut off the priest as he passed over the same instructions to her, far too excited to wait to hear the rest of his sentence,

“I, Loretta, take you, Daniel, as my lawfully wedded husband; to be your partner in life, bounded by fate, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. I will love and honor you all the days of my life.”

Christian stepped up next with the two rings and the priest thanked him as he passed one to Daniel first, stating the lines he was to speak into truth as he slid the ring onto her finger.

Loretta offered her left hand to him, her small diamond engagement ring already placed on her fourth finger and Daniel slipped the wedding ring on next to it before looking back to her eager green eyes.

He spoke his vows shakily, as if realization was setting in at that very moment, “I give you this ring as a symbol of my undying love; with all that I am and all that I have, for now and forever, as written in the stars.”

Loretta beamed, taking the second ring from the priest and took Daniel’s left hand in hers to give him his own wedding ring, “I give you this ring as a symbol of my undying love; with all that I am and all that I have, for now and forever, as written in the stars.”

The priest looked between them with a calm smile until Loretta was sure she was going to die with impatience but he finally spoke loudly to the church congregation, “By the power vested in me, the universe, and the state of California; I now pronounce you man and wife; you may kiss the bride.”

Daniel barely leaned in before Loretta was throwing her arms around his shoulders and pushing her lips on his. He gasped lightly into it before wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her back until electricity tore down their spines right down to the tips of their toes. The room erupted into applause and cheers from their family and friends and Daniel and Loretta broke their kiss with mirrored giggles and beaming smiles.

They walked back down the aisle hand in hand and were then escorted to another room to sign their wedding certificate with their best man and maid of honour. When they were finished the legality of it all, they headed out to the limo, stepping out into the sunny afternoon to the sound of church bells and their excited family and friends tossing flower petals over them. Daniel and Loretta’s hands stayed tucked up together tightly as they moved through the crowd of their loved ones to the limo and he helped her in first before following after.

The reception was to be held at a hall farther into downtown and the whole drive there, the newly weds could hardly keep their hands off each other and Loretta was nearly draped right over Daniel’s lap in the backseat of the limo as they kissed softly between continuous ‘I love you’s.

“I’m so happy.” Loretta whispered, scratching her fingers through the back of his hair.

“Me too.” Daniel smiled, giving her hip a little quick squeeze as they both leaned in for another quick kiss.

“I’m so hungry.” Loretta breathed through a soft chuckle, still tucked up close beside him so their noses were brushing.

“Why didn’t you eat this morning?” Daniel asked softly.

“Too excited. I enjoyed your French toast though.” Loretta giggled.

“Good.” Daniel laughed, “Christian made it special.”

“Don’t talk about your brother when I’m going to kiss you.”

“How was I supposed to kno-”

She shut him up with that expected kiss and they breathed out soft laughter into it like teenagers.

When the limo arrived at the public hall, they were the first ones there and the photographer was there to take a few photographs as the guests started to arrive and soon everyone headed inside. They weren’t wealth by any means but the hall was nicely decorated by their mothers with white streamers and table linens and polished silverware. Their food was catered by Sherry’s of course and the servers at the hall had a strawberry milkshake at the head table when everyone headed inside, topped with a perfect swirl of whipped cream and a cherry and two straws.

The live band played music throughout the afternoon and Daniel and Lori shared their milkshake and ate their lunch right up next to each other until it was time for their first dance. You can probably guess what song they chose; walking to the middle of the dancefloor together as the intro to Elvis’ I Want You, I Need You, I Love You was played by the band. They held each other close and swayed to the song they knew all too well, Daniel singing softly to his bride as she held him close and buried her proud smile into his shoulder. His hands glided over the lace of her dress, keeping away from the curve of her bum like a true gentleman, no matter how many hand gestures Jack and Zach threw at him from across the room to ‘go lower!’. Daniel just smiled and pressed a kiss to Lori’s cheek, giving her hips a squeeze as he pulled her closer, perfectly innocent, perfectly in love.

Next was time to cut the cake and the photographer got set up as everyone crowded around the small circular table in the corner of the room. The layered white cake was decorated in white flowers and topped with the bride and groom figurine – a cherished keepsake that would be accidentally broken by their children a few years in the future – and Daniel took the knife from the dessert plate beside it.

“Get nice and close now.” the photographer instructed.

Daniel shuffled up behind Loretta and they each set their hand on the handle of the knife, slicing a clean cut in the vanilla cake and then a second to pull out a piece.

“Good work.” Loretta praised them as they flopped the piece of cake onto the plate.

Daniel picked up the plate and went to reach for a fork but she was just picking up the piece in her bare hand and pushing it into his mouth. Daniel laughed as she fed him, the icing getting all over her hand and his face with the ungracefulness of it all but it was very them and their guests all shared a sweet “aww”.

After a full afternoon of food and dancing and good music and company, the guests started to leave; each one sharing well wishes with the couple before heading out into the evening. Daniel and Loretta were soon seen off by their immediate families, getting back in the limo with cheeks that hurt from smiling for hours on end and hands that didn’t seem to want to disconnect. Each of their suitcases that were brought over by their parents were put away in the trunk and they were waved off to the start of their honeymoon. They spent a night at a hotel in LA and early the next morning flew across the country to experience New York City in the early fall for a few weeks. The first few days of the rest of their lives mapped out in front of them.

#i also did not edit this because i wrote it in one go and i am starving #so dont mind any mistakes lol #im going to eat!#🍓#daniel seavey #why dont we #soulmate au #daniel seavey fanfic #soulmate!wdw

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sweet-villain · 5 years ago

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Valley Of Hurt~ Sebastian Stan

Angst

Sebastian invites you to his wedding, and doesn’t really know if you’ll come.

You were shocked and surprised when Chris handed you the invitation to his wedding. His. Your ex. His name was written on the invite with her name too. It was too good to be true. He still remembers you. It's been two years since you and him broke up. You had no idea that after all this time, he still wants you around. Sorta.

But here you were, sitting with Chris by your side, waiting while glancing down at your hands.

You were happy for him. You were. He had found someone that would treat him like he should be treated, like he was the most precious thing in the world. He truly was. Something that you let slip through your fingers.

" It will be over before you know it" Chris whispers in your ear. He knew how you felt. You didn't want to be here. But Chris dragged you to see him. One last time. But for what? What was the point? Why here? Why now?

Chris thought that maybe he would see you and change his mind. He knew him. He knew him well and he knew you. The two of you belonged together, it was clear to see. You needed him. He needed you.

" He still talks about you and asks how you've been doing. He still cares about you." Chris tells you. He offers you a sympathetic smile before looking ahead. You looked up for the first time since you got here and see him talking to his best man. He looked happy.

You felt a pang in your chest trying to hold back tears. It's been two years and you had been over him. But why are you hurting and trying not to cry, what was this? You wiped the tear away from your eyes as you heard the music began to play.

One by one, each bridesmaid walked down the aisle with a groomsman on her arm. You had noticed who the bridesmaids were, your old friends. Followed by them was the flower girl and ring bearer.

Everyone stood as the music died down a bit, and heads turned as the bride made her way down the aisle. She was glowing. She was beautiful. But she was not you.

You turned your head to look at him. He was watching her with a huge smile on his face. You felt yourself let out a chuckle just seeing his dorky smile. As she walked down the aisle, not once you took your gaze off him.

But as she got closer, it came to you. You had let go of the man of your dreams. This was the end of the line. This was it. He was never ever going to be yours again.

You should of never let him go. You felt the pain in your chest increase as she got closer to him. Now, she stood in front of him and you felt yourself sinking to the ground.

Everyone else took a seat while Chris helped you to your chair. Everything felt so fast and blurry. The only sound you could hear was your own heartbeat racing and your hear cracking and cracking.

Then it was like that, quicker than you could think the word spoken from his mouth made tears run down your rosy cheeks. " I do." His smile widen, he was in love. But not with you. His lips connected with hers to seal their marriage, your regret. Everyone stood up to clap for the newlyweds, but you remained seated.

He slowly turned to look at his family and friends. He was so happy. The bridesmaids and groomsmen followed behind him and her as they walked down the aisle as husband and wife, the voices got louder with cheers for them.

" Y/N? Y/N?" Chris called out to you. You looked up at Chris and he had the same sympathetic look on his face as he gave you before on his face. He understood that you were hurt.

" Come on Y/N..Let's go..." He held out his hand to you and you took it. You were numb. All over. You lost him. You had not noticed that you were in Chris's car heading to the reception.

The rest of the night you were quite. Nothing was left to be said.

That's when he spotted you and his whole world, his gaze soften and he looked shocked. You were at his wedding and you were real.

" Y/N..." He spoke your name like it was the most perfect thing in the world that left his mouth. You turned your head to meet his eyes. Those beautiful eyes.

" Sebastian..."

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #imagine sebastian stan #angst

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pucking-insane · 5 years ago

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Speak Now - Ryder Donovan

Player: Ryder Donovan Word Count: 1866 Warnings: Swearing

Inspired by: “Speak Now” by Taylor Swift

I am not the kind of girl Who should rudely barging in on a white veil occasion But you Are not the kind the kind of boy Who should be marrying the wrong girl

The invitation was a surprise to say the least. Of course, you knew Ryder was dating, but you weren’t expecting the “save the date” to come. Immediately, you texted Shay, who, even though you and Ryder had broken up years ago, you remained close with.

It killed you to know that Ryder had moved on. You were happy that he was happy, but you were still in love with him.

Even though you didn’t really want to go to your ex-boyfriend’s wedding, Shay had convinced you to come as his plus one.

When you got to the wedding venue, you took a deep breath before even opening your car door.

Y/N Shay I can’t do this

Shay Donovan I know it hurts bub But you need closure I’ll see if I can sneak out to your car

Y/N Thank you

Eventually, there was a knock on your car window. You unlocked your car for Shay, who slid into your passenger seat.

“I can’t do this.” You said quietly.

“I know it’s hard and I know it hurts, but he’s happy.” Shay explained.

“It should be me.” You cried. “I should be getting ready to marry the love of my life. I should have my hair and makeup done and my dress and jewelry should be on. We should be taking pictures right now.”

“Believe me, Y/N,” Shay sighed. “It should be you.”

“You’re not making this any easier, Donovan.”

“Sorry, bubs.” Shay rubbed your back. “I’ll save a dance for you. That is if Cole or Turcs don’t get to you first.”

“They’re here?”

“Of course they are.” Shay smiled and glanced at his watch. “I should probably get going. But find one of them and you’ll be fine.”

I sneak in and see your friends And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel And she is yelling at a bridesmaid Somewhere back inside a room Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry

Eventually, you willed yourself to leave your car and walk inside. You quickly spotted the familiar head of curly dark hair you had known since college.

“How’s LA treating you Turcs?” You asked as you fell into the natural conversation.

“Great. Thinking of buying a ring for Tori.” He smiled.

“Oh my gosh! That’s amazing!” You gave your friend a congratulatory hug.

“What are you doing here?” Alex asked. “Not that I don’t want to see you, I just thought you wouldn’t want to go to your ex-boyfriend’s wedding.”

“Shay asked me to be his plus one, claimed I needed closure.”

“And how’s that working out for you?”

“Well. I had a mental breakdown in the car, so I’d say things are going swell.” You replied sassily.

You made small talk with Alex, Cole and some of their college teammates joining you. You laughed about the good old college days, when you and Ryder were dating, after all, you did follow him to Madison. You joked about the TikToks that were created in your dorms and the adventures around campus. The four years you spent at the University of Wisconsin were easily the best four years of your life and you were glad to spend it with your good friends, even though some of them left for their NHL teams before the four years were up.

But talking about your college years with the UW-Madison men’s hockey team brought some sadness. You remembered all of the wonderful memories with Ryder. How many times you fell asleep in his room that he shared with Shay, the number of games you attended at the Kohl Center with “R. Donovan” proudly displayed across your shoulders, the picnic lunches you would have on the quad.

Now, the love of your life was probably fixing up his hair, which you knew he was always particular about, one last time before entering the wedding venue. Those would be his last moments as a free man.

This is Surely not what you thought it would be I Lose myself in a daydream Where i stand and say

“Don’t say yes run away now I’ll meet you when you're out Of the church at the back door Don’t wait Or say a single vow You need to hear me out And they said ‘speak now’”

When you are all seated, you start to lose yourself in your thoughts.

What would it have been like at your wedding?

You would’ve gotten married in a church, for starters, and there would be far fewer flowers. Your bridesmaids would have been Ryder’s sisters, your college roommate, and a high school friend or two. The color scheme would have been coral and navy, two colors that complimented Ryder’s olive skin. Your first dance song would’ve been something by Dan + Shay. You would’ve had red velvet cake at your reception.

You would’ve been marrying Ryder.

Alex notices that you’re in your head and puts his hand on your leg, giving a quick squeeze to your thigh for reassurance.

In a perfect world, you would object when the preacher called for objections. You and Ryder would run away together, go to Vegas, and live happily ever after.

But it wasn’t a perfect world.

Fond Gestures are exchanged And the organ starts to play a song That sounds like a death march And I Am hiding in the curtains It seems that I was uninvited By a lovely bride-to-be

She Floats down the aisle Like a pageant queen But I Know You wish it was me You wish it was me, don't you?

The piano starts to play a nice andante movement as the ushers escort Bill and the bride’s mother down the aisle, and the preacher follows. Next, Ryder walks with his mom, giving her a kiss on the cheek before going to stand next to the preacher.

Cole, who is seated on your right side, gives you a sad smile, knowing how hard this was going to be for you.

Ryder stands in a black suit, one you had seen countless times on game day, only this time, he wasn’t wearing his usual beanie and a boutonniere was pinned to his chest.

You lock eyes with your former love as the wedding march starts to play. The doors open and Ryder’s bride and her father stand ready to walk down the aisle. She looked gorgeous. You looked back at Ryder, who had an empty stare.

He wished it was you walking towards him, and you knew it.

I hear the preacher say “Speak now or forever hold your peace” There’s a silence There’s my last chance I stand up with shaky hands All eyes on me

Horrified looks from everyone in the room But I'm only looking at you

“Dearly beloved,” The preacher starts. “We are gathered here to join Ryder Donovan and Alyssa Johnson in Holy Matrimony. If anyone has just cause as to why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Your heart races in your chest. Alex and Cole both look at you, making sure you don’t speak, Shay doing the same from next to Ryder.

You stay quiet. If Ryder was truly happy, then you were happy for him. Eventually, you would find someone to be your happily ever after.

You zone out for the rest of the ceremony. Until the vows.

Alyssa had already said her vows, saying “I do” through her tears.

“Do you, Ryder Donovan, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse,” Ryder glanced in your direction and then back to the preacher and then to Alyssa. “For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

Ryder took a deep breath before speaking.

I am not the kind of girl Who should be rudely barging in On a white veil occasion But you Are not the kind of boy Who should be marrying the wrong girl

“I don’t.”

Gasps come from everyone in the room. Ryder looks in your direction before turning to Alyssa.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I thought I loved you more than I really did. You deserve the world.”

Ryder pressed a kiss to Alyssa’s cheek before walking back down the aisle.

Shay runs after him, pulling you with him as he runs past you.

“I told you everything would be fine.” Shay smirked.

You and Shay found Ryder back in the groom’s dressing room. He sat with his head in his hands, sobs rocking his body.

“Hey.” Shay says as he approaches his younger brother.

“I just couldn’t do it, Shay,” Ryder cried. “I just couldn’t.”

“It’s okay.” Shay said as he rubbed Ryder’s back.

“I wish I hadn’t been so goddamn stupid when I left for Vegas. I should never have dumped Y/N. Never.”

“She’s here,” Shay said. “You know.”

Ryder looked up, his cheeks soaked with tears and eyes puffy.

“Can you give us a minute?” Ryder asked.

“Sure.” Shay said, patting you on the back as he left the room.

“Hey.” You said softly.

“I said ‘I don’t’ because of you.” Ryder said, staring into your eyes. “I saw you with Alex and Cole and then as Alyssa walked down the aisle, I wished it was you.”

“I kept imagining what our wedding would have looked like.” You explained. “How you would cry when you saw me and how we would have red velvet cake with lots of cream cheese frosting because it’s our favorite.”

“I’m so stupid for letting you go.” Ryder sighed, taking your hands in his.

“If you love something, set it free.” You smiled. “And if it’s meant to be, it’ll come back.”

Ryder looked into your eyes before leaning in and kissing you on the lips. The kiss was tender yet passionate.

And you’ll say “Let’s run away now I’ll meet you when I’m out Of my tux At the back door Baby I didn’t say my vows So glad you were around when they said ‘speak now.’”

Two years later, you were at another wedding involving Ryder Donovan. But this time, you were the bride and he was the groom.

Ryder cried as you walked down the aisle and you had tears in your eyes yourself.

“Do you, Ryder Donovan, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse,” Ryder smiled wide as the preacher spoke. “For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

“I do.” He smiled at you, squeezing your hands.

“By the power vested in me by the state of Minnesota, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The preacher smiled. “You may kiss the bride.”

Ryder pulled you in for a kiss and whispered in your ear.

“I’m so glad you were around when they said ‘speak now.’”

#ryder donovan #hockey #Hockey Players #Wisconsin Hockey #shay donovan #hockey imagine

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animezing-fandoms · 5 years ago

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The Baby Race Chapter 5: Gray and Juvia’s Wedding

Masterlist

Warnings: Some implied smut.

Relationships: Gruvia, Nalu, Gajevy, Jerza.

Summary: It’s Gray and Juvia’s Wedding Day! And it’s full of love and other surprises too!

A/N: I'm sorry this was so late! I got caught up doing other stuff and forgot about this series for three months! But I'm hoping this chapter will be good enough to make up for it's lateness!

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Natsu groans as sunlight hits his face in the morning. He felt something was off and he turned on his side and noticed that Lucy was missing. He got up out of bed, wearing nothing but his black boxer briefs and made his way downstairs to find Lucy cooking in the kitchen. Her hair was up in a bun and she was wearing one of his short sleeve t-shirts. Natsu quietly came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She tenses a bit in surprise, but she quickly remembers that it's him and calms down, relaxing in his hold and leaning against his bare chest.

"Good morning Lucy." He mumbles into her hair.

"Good morning Natsu." Lucy replies softly. "Did the smell of breakfast wake you up?"

"Actually it wasn't the smell of food but the absence of yours that woke me up." Natsu says.

Lucy blushes before Natsu looks over her shoulder to see what she's making.

"So why are you making pancakes so early in the morning?" Natsu asks.

"Because today is a big day remember?" Lucy reminds him.

"It is?" Natsu asks. "I don't remember having anything big planned for us today."

Lucy giggles from Natsu's ignorance.

"You were at Gray's bachelor party last night you big dummy! You should know what's going on today!" Lucy cheerfully reminds him.

Natsu looks stumped for a minute but then his face lights up when he remembers.

"Oh! It's Gray and Juvia's wedding today!" Natsu exclaims.

"Yep! And since I have some extra cash now that I don't have to pay rent anymore, I can spend as much as I want on food for the three of us." Lucy explains.

Natsu gasps softly and he gets a serious look on his face. He ran his hands along Lucy's lower-belly.

"Three of us?" He asks.

"Yeah..." Lucy says, confused by his tone and she looks over his shoulder to look at his face. "You, me, and Happy." She clarifies.

"Oh!" Natsu says and scratches the back of his head. "Right. I forgot about him for a second."

Lucy arches an eyebrow and returns to flipping the pancakes.

"I hope you can pull your head out of the clouds soon. Right after breakfast we need to go help Gray and Juvia get ready." Lucy reminds him.

"If I pull my head out of the clouds can I put it in-between your legs?" Natsu asks.

Lucy gasps and almost drops her spatula from Natsu's dirty comment.

"Natsu!" She exclaims and gasps when she feels Natsu's hands against her skin under her shirt.

"N-Natsu, w-we don't...have time." She breathlessly protests as Natu's hands started to get grabby.

"I can make it quick." He mumbles against her neck where he left her tender kisses.

"But then we'll burn breakfast." Lucy giggles.

"I can still eat it if it's burnt." Natsu reminds her.

Lucy was about to protest but then his mouth found that sensitive spot on her neck and she caved.

"Fine. You win you lustful animal, now make it quick." She moans.

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After the little escapade that morning Lucy was in her blue bridesmaid gown with the other Fairy Tail ladies helping Juvia get ready for the ceremony.

Erza, the maid of honor, took her role seriously and made sure that everything was perfect down to the last detail. That's why Juvia picked Erza for this role, she wanted this day that she's been dreaming of since she met Gray to be perfect and Erza would definitely make sure of that. While Juvia stood on the fitting stage in her wedding gown, Erza was checking every flower pot in the room and making sure Juvia's dress was free of any tears or blemishes.

Juvia stood on the fitting stage in a long, white, strapless gown with matching white sleeves that went up to her mid-upper arm, lining up with edge of the bodice that pushed up her already ample bosom a bit more, making her cleavage more defined than it already was. The bodice was patterned with sparkling snowflakes that framed the edges of it as well before the pattern turned into raindrops that ran along the length of the skirt. The sleeves were decorated in the same pattern, snowflakes bleeding into raindrops. And to tie it altogether, Juvia wore a tiara with raindrop-shaped gems in it and Levy held a veil that had sparkling snowflakes as well.

"Levy, I've diverted some of your tasks for the wedding today for Lucy." Erza informs her. "You're due to have the twins any day now and I wouldn't want you doing anything strenuous that could trigger your labor."

"Don't worry Erza. When these two birds are ready to leave the nest I'll definitely know." Levy assures her before going up onto the fitting stage to give Juvia her veil.

"You know, Juvia I was worried that as today got closer and closer that you'd get more stressed and nervous but instead it seems like the opposite has happened. It's like you've been glowing brighter and brighter these past few weeks." Levy comments as she places the veil on Juvia's head.

"Yes, Juvia has felt different lately." She says and smiles at the ground in thought.

"Do you think Gray-sama will find Juvia pretty?" Juvia asks.

"Do you even have to ask Juvia?" Cana slurs before taking another long swig of alcohol from her flask.

The other bridesmaids frowned. They were certain that they had taken Cana's flask away from her before coming into the dressing room.

"Look at you girl! You're gorgeous! If anything Gray's gonna get a huge boner as soon as he sees you! In fact, all of the guys at the ceremony probably will too! Even the Priest!" Cana jokes.

"Oh no!" Juvia exclaims. "Juvia does not want Gray-sama getting an erection for her in front of the whole guild!"

"I mean it's not like he hasn't already-" Cana starts before the other girls shush her.

"Juvia you're just nervous about the ceremony and that anxiety is putting crazy thoughts in your head." Lucy says. "Don't worry about a thing. Gray's going to think you're beautiful and the ceremony's going to go off without a hitch I promise!"

"Well then if you're sure nothing can go wrong, then Juvia is ready to become Gray-sama's wife!" Juvia declares.

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Inside the sanctuary, all of the Fairy Tail guild members were seated in their assigned rows and Gray and his groomsmen stood at the altar with the priest. Juvia would be coming through those big double doors any minute now and Gray was nervous as hell. The sound of his foot tapping against the marble floor echoed throughout the walls and it was starting to piss Natsu off.

"Hey will you quit it with the tap dancing already ice princess? It's really starting to get on my nerves!" Natsu scolds him.

"Get on your nerves? How do you think my nerves feel? I'm about to bare my soul to the woman I love in front of all of our friends and family! So forgive me for being a little tense!" Gray barks back.

"Really? That's what scares ya? I thought you'd be more worried about stripping in front of everyone by accident." Natsu teases.

"I would be if you didn't take care of that problem for me." Gray reminds them. "How did you do that by the way?"

"I lined the inside of your tux with double sided tape." Happy says and holds up a roll as he floats overhead. "There's no way you'll be able to take it off now that it's stuck to your skin!"

"Well yeah that's helpful for now but how am I supposed to take it off for my wedding night?" Gray asks and Happy sulks.

"Whoops. Natsu and I didn't think of that." Happy says sheepishly.

"You imbeciles!" Gray scolds them.

"That's enough you two." Lyon says. "The bride will be coming any minute, and I doubt she'll want to walk down the aisle to the sound of you two arguing."

"What the hell are you even doing here anyway Lyon?" Natsu asks. "Did you come here for one last chance to steal Juvia away from Gray?"

"Oh I wouldn't dream of it." Lyon says. "That would be horribly rude to my dear friend Gray, especially since I am his best man."

Natsu scoffs.

"You ain't the best man here! I could take you down in three punches right now if I wasn't so terrified of what Erza said she would do to me if I wrecked this place before the wedding." Natsu says and shivers.

"Natsu that's not what it means." Gray says. "The best man is a role the groom assigns someone for their wedding. The best man is the one who gives a speech about the groom at the reception and he organizes the bachelor party and helps me out in any other way I need it."

"Ew that sounds like a lot of work all for nothing." Natsu complains.

"It's not all for nothing. Marriage is a very important and special milestone for a couple. This ceremony represents Gray and Juvia's undying love for each other, and how they are pledging themselves to each other for life in front of all of their friends and family, so that we can all celebrate in the joy that is true love together. Once this ceremony commences you'll see that for yourself." Lyon explains.

Natsu frowns in thought before the organ starts playing and everyone stands and faces the large double doors that were opening.

Wendy enters first, wearing her cute blue flower girl dress, and she tosses rose petals down the aisle as she makes her way towards the alter.

Then the bridesmaids enter and Natsu, Gajeel and Jellal blush when they see how pretty their girls look in their bridesmaid dresses.

But the gasp of awe was audible when Juvia enters through the doors. Everyone was taken aback in awe of how beautiful she looked. Gray was frozen where he stood, unable to take his eyes off of her as Gajeel took her hand and walked her down the aisle.

Originally it was supposed to be Makarov who would hand Juvia off to Gray. But Juvia requested that it be Gajeel instead since she's known him the longest out of anyone in Fairy Tail and he was like a big brother to her.

When Juvia finally reaches the alter, Gray's hand was shaking as he held it out for Gajeel to place Juvia's into. He couldn't believe how radiantly beautiful she looked right now. She was like an ice goddess, and she was about to become his wife.

"If you hurt her, I'll kill you." Gajeel sneers.

All Gray could do was gulp and nod as Gajeel gave him his blessing and places Juvia's hand in his and Gray brings her up to the alter to stand beside him, the whole time unable to take his eyes off of her.

"Beautiful..." he whispers to her as the Priest begins the ceremony.

After what felt like an eternity they reached the end of the ceremony. Now it was time for the vows. Juvia volunteered to go first.

"Gray-sama, before Juvia met you her world was a never ending storm. There was literally a raincloud over her head everywhere she went. Juvia always longed to find love one day, but no man she ever met had the power to love the rain. As time went on, she feared that nothing could ever chase the clouds away. But then everything changed the minute Juvia met you darling. It was love at first sight and from that moment Juvia knew that you were different. Juvia knew that if anyone was meant to be her soulmate, it was you. And sure enough, you were the one that chased the clouds away and let Juvia see the sun. All these years Juvia has known you have been the happiest of Juvia's life. Even if at first you ignored her, Juvia was still happy just being by your side. Juvia could have gone her whole life without you ever loving her back and she would have been happy, but then one day, you did and Juvia did not know she could feel even happier than she already did but she does. This is better than any romantic fantasy Juvia has ever thought of because this moment is real for both Juvia and Gray-sama. Juvia has been devotedly in love with her Gray-sama since the moment she met him and she will stay by his side forever as his wife."

Gray was tearing up during her speech as was everyone else in the guild. Gray wipes away his tears before continuing with his own vows.

"I know that I used to be pretty cold to you, and I mean hey, I am an ice wizard, that's to be expected."

That earned a laugh from the crowd.

"After I lost my master I encased my heart in ice, I was worried that if I let anyone get too close I'd get hurt again when they left. So when you attached yourself to me after we first met it scared me. I didn't want to get attached to anyone or let anyone get attached to me, because I always thought I'd sacrifice myself for the guild someday, and I didn't want you to get hurt. But then time went on, we went through a lot and then the relentless stream of your love finally cracked the ice around my heart. I realized your love gave me a reason to want to live. When I look at you I see the future Juvia. I want to spend the rest of my life with you at my side, and I swear I'll love you until the day I die and even beyond that. You have my word Juvia, not just as a wizard of Fairy Tail but as your husband who loves you more than anything in the world."

Now everyone in the guild was full on sniffling and some were crying. They'd never heard Gray say something so emotional before, and they were all feeling the effects of it.

Juvia's bottom lip was trembling before she burst out crying tears of joy and threw her arms around Gray and hugged him tight. But because she was a water wizard, the sanctuary was starting to flood.

"Hey Gray get a handle on your wife before she drowns us all!" Droy exclaims from the pews.

"Hey she's not my wife yet!" Gray reminds him.

"No, but she will be now." The Priest says.

"Juvia Loxar, do you take Gray Fullbuster to be your husband?"

"Yes! She does!" Juvia exclaims without hesitation.

"And Gray Fullbuster do you take Juvia Loxar to be your wife?"

"I do!" Gray declares while looking into her tear-soaked eyes.

"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride!" The Priest announces.

Juvia and Gray's mouths met the second he finished that sentence. Gray held her in his arms and they kissed each other deeply as their guildmates cheered around them and the church bells rang.

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As if it was a sign from the universe blessing Gray and Juvia's union, it snowed during the reception. The cold didn't bother Gray and Juvia since they were both fairly used to it by now. But everyone else felt a little bit chilly so Natsu went around and made some campfires for people to gather around to keep warm. But he made sure that Lucy was extra warm by draping his jacket over her shoulders and lending her his scarf while she waited in the crowd of other bridesmaids to catch the bouquet that Juvia was about to throw. To Erza's delight, she was the one to catch it, and Jellal's face was bright red as she looked back at him with a look of pure joy on her face. He loved how adorable she looked when she was happy.

Lucy was partially disappointed that she wasn't the one to catch the bouquet. But knowing Natsu, it was probably going to be a long time before the thought of marriage crossed his mind. Or so she thought.

"Hey Lucy." Natsu says, catching her attention. "Have you ever thought about getting married?"

Lucy gasps and looks at him with wide eyes.

"Uh...why are you asking?" Lucy replies softly.

"I dunno really." Natsu says and shrugs. "I guess it's because this is the first wedding I've ever seen before, and seeing Gray and Juvia up there today exchanging rings and vows to each other made me wonder if that's something that's important to a relationship."

"Well, if you grew up the way I did then yeah it is. But when I was growing up, marriage was less about love and more about money. Sure when I was little I had dreams of falling in love with a handsome Prince Charming who would sweep me off of my feet and marry me. But, those days and that life are behind me now. Stuff like that doesn't matter to me as much anymore. Maybe because instead of ending up with the Prince, I ended up with the dragon." Lucy giggles.

Natsu smirks then looks at Lucy lovingly as she perks up and begins writing something down on a napkin, claiming that she just got some inspiration for a new story.

Then Lyon clinks his glass and everyone quickly raises theirs to toast to the new Mr. and Mrs. Fullbuster.

To Gray's surprise Juvia raised her glass of water to the toast instead of her champagne fluke.

"You avoiding the alcohol tonight so you don't get drunk and strip in front of everyone?" Gray asks.

"No. Although that is part of the reason." Juvia admits. "Juvia is not drinking because Porlyusica said that would be unwise for someone in my condition."

"What?" Gray asks, worry creeping onto his face. "Juvia are you sick?"

"No. Juvia is in perfect health, and so is the baby inside of her..." She says and blushes while holding her hand over her womb.

"You're pregnant!" Gray exclaims.

Everyone in the guild gasped, hearing Gray's outburst and turning towards the couple.

"Yes, Juvia has Gray-sama's baby inside of her." She repeats.

"Juvia don't say it like that it's just as much yours as it is mine..." Gray says softly and places his hand over her womb and she places hers over his.

"Just when I thought I couldn't get any happier tonight." He says before kissing her deeply while everyone congratulates him and Juvia on starting their family.

"Ugh! Finally!" Natsu exclaims and lays down on the table. "I've been smelling that bun in Juvia's oven for weeks! It's been killing me not to say anything to ice princess!"

"Hey uh, while we're on the topic of babies!" Levy shouts. "I think this would be a good time to let everyone know that mine are coming! Now. My water just broke!"

And then there was another collective gasp as everyone saw the puddle under Levy's chair.

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! Please comment if you liked this!

#fairy tail #gruvia #nalu #gajevy #gale #jerza #gray fullbuster #juvia loxar #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #Gajeel Redfox #Levy McGarden #lyon vastia #Jellal Fernandes #erza scarlet

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miraclealignersv · 5 years ago

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No Take Backs (Buck Compton x Reader)

A/n: I don't know why I wrote this but I hope y'all enjoy this. I wrote this half asleep and also should mention that the vows are not mine theyre from a website that generates vows ill add that to my works cited later.

Tag list: @gottapenny @itisjustmethistime @wexhappyxfew @snafus-peckuh @bandofmarvels @medievalfangirl @etainlord

I SUCK AT TITLES I KNOW SHUT UP

Weddings weren't particularly y/n’s cup of tea. Her entire life, she would go on and on about weddings being nothing but a contract and agreement. However, the second her best friend Lucy had showed up at her home holding her left hand proudly wearing an engagement ring and asked if she wanted to be her bridesmaid. Y/n couldn't say no.

”what in the hell did I get myself into Lynn” she groaned running her hands over her face. Buck chuckled and pulled her closer to him, his arm wrapped around her shoulder as they say against the head board of their bed.

”honey, it can't be that bad” he tried to reason, y/n groaned again and rested her head on his shoulder. ”It’ll be great!”

”Just thinking about colors and coordination along with dressed and pretty ribbons- oh dear God, I'm going to die.” Buck chuckled again as he pulled her in closer and placed a kiss on her temple. ”In my opinion, weddings are a waste of time and money,” she shrugged, her eyes darting over to her boyfriend, who processed her words slowly. She could his gears turning in the five seconds of silence.

”So you're telling me that when you and I get married, you don't want the whole fancy thing?” he asked slowly, y/n scrunched her eyebrows together. ”courthouse wedding?” he asked, blue eyes focused on only her as he waited for her response.

”You want to sign a paper that officially states that we're bound together forever?” she asked, eyebrow arched slightly as she pulled away. Buck chuckled, thinking the was joking. But after a few seconds she understood that she was serious.

”you don't want to...marry me?” y/n’s heart broke as she watched the beautiful smile fall from her boyfriend's face. Y/n closed her eyes; she knew the day would come. It took two and a half years for the question about marriage to come up in their relationship. She loved Buck Compton more than anything in the world; she would do anything for him. But marriage, that was something she wasn't sure about.

”Why would I need to sign a piece of paper that states that I will love you forever and ever when I can show you?” she asked, Buck, scoffed and raised his eyebrows in surprise. He slowly shifted in the bed and fixed his pillow before tucking himself into bed, mumbling to himself. Y/n furrowed her brows and watched as he turned his back to her ”Lynn?”

The conversation was not forgotten; after it had happened, there had been slight tension within their relationship for a while. After months it had turned into a joke.

The first time Buck had brought it up in he form of a joke, it was when they walked hand in hand downtown. Just weeks before Lucy’s wedding, they came across a poster on a storefront. The poster showing a bride and a groom smiling from cheek to cheek. Buck snickered and pointed to the poster, ”you know what that could be?”

”what?” y/n furrowed her brows and turned to the taller man besides her, laughing to himself he shook his head slightly.

”us but you don't want to sign a contract” he laughed, y/n sighed as she rolled her eyes.

”oh my God lynn”

”c’mon it was funny!”

The warm spring day felt perfect for a wedding. Y/n stood in the garden where the ceremony would be held later. She pictured everyone sitting on the fancy chairs underneath the cherry blossoms, watching Lucy and her soon to be husband under the arch made of flowers. It looked gorgeous, the path in between both sides of the aisle filled with rose petals that led to the small platform.

Y/n sighed and continued to walk towards the small building, holding her dress over her arm and her heels in the other. She walked into the building with curlers in her hair and a bare face, only to see the rest of the girls the same way. Lucy getting all dolled up right in front of her gorgeous wedding dress.

She was glowing, a massive smile on her face as the woman who was doing her makeup swiped the perfect shade of pink across her cheeks. Y/n couldn't help but smile and feel happy for her; she could only imagine the absolute excitement her best friend was feeling at that moment.

Standing on the small platform, y/n’s eyes scanned the crowd. Family and friends of both the bride and the groom all smiled and watched on as they waited for the bride to walk down the aisle. Her gaze stopped on Buck, who smiled at her from his seat, y/n brought her hand up and gave him a little awkward wave. Her mind is racing to the first time she ever laid eyes on him. Three years before a small barbecue, one of her friends was hosting. George Luz had played matchmaker that day. George was pushing both of them towards each other, watching in amusement from afar as they conversed for the remainder of the party.

She looked down to the grass; she felt guilty that it was her fault there was a divet in their relationship. Like a little wound that would forever be there. Slowly Buck had learned to live with the fact that she didn't want marriage. Even though she loved him, and continuously expressed it with more than words. Lifting her head again she met his blue eyes again, slight sadness withing them.

Y/n watched in awe as Lucy and Daniel held hands. Everyone in the crowd watched in adoration, some of them even crying at the beautiful moment that happened right before their eyes.

”As we continue to grow in our lives together, I promise to give you all of my words when needed, to pick you up if you are down, to love you unconditionally, to lay my bare skin on you when needed most, to care for you and our families for as long as we live.” y/n felt her eyes glass over ad Lucy read from the small card in her hands, y/n’s eyes darting across the garden to meet Buck’s. She processed the words her best friend spoke. Understanding that marriage wasn't just a contract. It was a promise. ”...to say I love you before falling asleep each night, to be the best mom I can be as we grow a family together, and to always know in the deepest part of my soul, that when challenges arise we will always find our way back to one another. you are my everything, and this is my promise to you.” y/n felt a tear stream down her cheek as Buck’s face filled with concern. Her mind was blocked from anything else that was said; it was just the thought that ran through her mind.

Not long after their marriage was made official. Y/n hugged the bride and the groom before searching through the crowd. Spotting the blonde man she ran towards him and wrapped her arms around his torso, surprising him he turned quickly.

In from of him stood the live of his life with a guilty expression on her face. Her she's glassy as she stammered to find the right words.

”y/n-”

”shhh, just listen. I love you with my entire soul Lynn. And I know that after that night when we had that little fight you felt a little different I know you did.” she whispered, Buck only looked down at the floor in guilt before trying to speak again.

”are you ending this? Because if you are y/n I don't-”

”Lynn, will you marry me?” she asked, her eyes red and built up with tears. Buck stammered and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came, only the pounding of his heart as he processed the question a million times in his hear. He couldn't believe it. ”well don't just stand there now I feel like a fool-” she groaned, thinking the worst. Lynn reached for her hand, still silent.

Looking down at her hands and the glossy nude polish that covered her fingernails, he slowly nodded. Swallowing hard as he tried to keep the lump in this throat down. ”are you getting down on one knee and popping out a diamond ring because you just stole my thunder y/l/n.” he teased, y/n squealed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss onto his lips.

”ill get you that diamond ring baby” she joked, pulling away before pressing her lips to his. Buck smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around his waist, eyes closing, and chuckling.

”are you getting on your knee or should I say knees?” he teased, that signature smirk of his plastered on his face.

Y/n only gasped loudly and pulled away from his hold, ”is it too late to take back my marriage proposal?” she asked smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she watched the guest walk by. Buck only scoffed and placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

”no take backs” he whispered as he patted her bottom lightly. Y/n gasprd again as she felt him reach for her hand, interlacing their fingers together as they happily followed the rest of the guests.

#band of brothers x reader #buck compton x reader #buck compton imagine #buck compton #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers

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just-jordie-things · 5 years ago

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Plus One - Peter Parker (part five)

word count: 8339 warnings: swearing, mentions of smut but not total smut summary: the stress and excitement of the wedding day piles on and on and on until- well, I don’t want to give away any spoilers. song: Latch x 7 Years - Sam Smith/Lukas Graham + part one + part two + part three + part four

PART FIVE: The Big Day

[ i think we’re close enough, could i lock in your love baby // now i’ve got you in my space, i won’t let go of you // got you shackled in my embrace, i’m latching onto you ]

In ten minutes, (y/n’s) sister would be walking down the altar to be married.

(y/n) was currently hidden from the guests’ eyes in the room with the other bridesmaids, groomsmen, her parents, Alina, and-

“Peter,” She turned to him, her hands slipping into his with ease as she gave him a timid smile. He smiled back at her, squeezing her hands. “You should probably go to your seat soon, the ceremony starts in… nine minutes”

He chuckled at her specificity, and nodded his head.

“Alright,” He sighed. “See you in the wedding” She grinned at him while he brushed his lips over her forehead before leaving the room to go find his seat.

(y/n) was still smiling as he walked away, which didn’t go unnoticed by Alina.

She gently excused herself from the other bridesmaids, and made her way over to her sister, gently laying a hand on her shoulder.

(y/n) smiled over at her, admiring how beautiful her sister looked on her big day.

“Are you ready?” (y/n) asked softly, and Alina nodded.

“Absolutely,” She answered, without a single sign of hesitation in her voice. “Are you?”

(y/n) furrowed her brows, lips quirking into a frown as her sister’s question puzzled her. She wasn’t the one making the biggest decision and commitment of her life today, what did she have to be ready for?

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Bridesmaids, groomsmen, pair up,” Their mother spoke before Alina could answer. “It’s time for the wedding”

Four of Alina’s bridesmaids, and four of Jonathan’s groomsmen linked arms, standing in order behind the grand doors of where the ceremony was being held.

(y/n) was to walk down the aisle with Jon’s best man, Nate. He Jonathan’s best friend, so he was a few years older than her. But he was always kind and eager to have a presence in helping with what he could for the wedding.

“You ready for this (y/n/n)?” He asked as she gathered her bouquet of red and white roses.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” She responded, and looped her arm through his as they stood behind the other pairs.

Nate gave her a questioning look, but could tell that it was a rhetorical question, and opted not to reply.

When the doors opened, and the first couple, Emma and Harry, walked down the aisle, (y/n’s) hand tightened on her flowers and on Nate’s arm. He chuckled at the action, and gave her a kind smile.

“Don’t worry,” He said quietly. “Just focus on your boyfriend when we get up there, you’ll be fine”

The next couple, Jenny and Adam, walked down the aisle, and towards the altar. (y/n) could barely make out where Jonathan was standing.

“Thanks” She breathed out.

Carly and Mason walked out, leaving Olivia and Ryan before it was (y/n) and Nate’s turn.

The ceremonial music was iconically cheesy, but it gave her something to focus on that wasn’t the momentum this day held.

Olivia and Ryan walked down the aisle, and (y/n) and Nate stepped forward to the doors, waiting for their turn.

She could see where Peter was standing, grinning as he watched the couples of bridesmaids and groomsmen walking towards the altar. He couldn’t see her from where he was, but it calmed her nerves just a little it to know he was right there, just a few rows back from the altar.

“Our turn” Nate murmured, patting (y/n’s) arm gently.

With slow and calculated steps, she made her way down the aisle. Her hold on Nate and her bouquet relaxed, and her eyes met Peter’s as she passed him, and he gave her a subtle wink that made her cheeks blush and her heart melt.

She took her spot on the steps in front of the other bridesmaids, and a few feet away from Jonathan who grinned at her, and bowed his head slightly. She returned the action with an eager smile.

All eyes turned to the end of the aisle, watching as Alina (y/l/n)- soon to be Alina Davis- carefully made her way to the altar.

Her dress was a crisp white that caught the eye. Strapless, with a sweetheart cut, the bodice glimmering with diamond-like sparkles. The skirt was poofy, with a long train flowing behind it. Her veil was just as extravagant as her gown, flowing from a tiara shaped hair piece placed carefully in her complex updo. A thin layer of lace the only thing separating her from her husband as she took her place on the altar.

Their priest began a long and memorized spiel about the sacred foundation of marriage. (y/n) probably only kept her focus for five words, before her eyes traveled to the rows of people.

Her parents and other family members were sitting in the front rows on the bride’s side of the room. Her mother was softly crying into her handkerchief, her father consoling her with a comforting hand on her back. Her aunt and uncle next to them, expressions plain as they watched the couple being married.

Peter Parker was a few seats behind her family, his same dopey smile on his face that he could never control when he was happy. His eyes were on the bride and groom, not noticing how intently (y/n) was staring at him, studying him.

“Jonathan Davis,” The priest’s address of Jonathan brought (y/n’s) focus “Do you take Alina (y/l/n), here present, as 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, to love and cherish until death do you part?”

“I do” Jonathan answered proudly, and lifted Alina’s wedding ring, taking her hand in his and slid it onto her finger.

“Alina (y/l/n),” The preacher's voice boomed, “Do you take Jonathan Davis, here present, as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

Alina smiled up at the love of her life, eyes twinkling with tears as she nodded her head.

“I do”

Her words held finality as she slid his ring onto his finger.

(y/n) couldn’t deny she’d teared up, and a few had even slipped off her lashes and landed on her cheeks. She glanced away from the newlyweds, eyes instantly landing on Peter’s, who was already looking at her. He gave her a smile, and she returned it, carefully wiping the tears from her face with the pad of her thumb, as not to ruin her makeup. She knew she shouldn’t take her focus away from the formalities, but her gaze was just drawn to Peter.

Her heart skipped a beat as she took in a deep breath, overcome with the heavy layer of love in the room, and wondering if maybe it wasn’t all from Alina and Jonathan. Maybe the tension was her own.

This is what Alina wanted her to be ready for. This feeling. Like her chest was constricting and the air in the room was running out.

But looking at Peter, steadied her racing heart, and helped her regain her breath. The love she was sure of now that she felt for him had swept her from under her feet and caught her completely off guard.

And she wasn’t ready for it.

Jonathan had already taken Alina’s face in his hands and closed the space between them to kiss her before their priest had the chance to say,

“You may now kiss the bride”

Everyone stood from their seats, cheering and clapping as Alina and Jonathan shared one more passionate kiss, before taking each other’s hands and rushing out of the room.

A few of the guests began to leave to head to the reception, while the wedding party was supposed to head off to a nice bar to pregame before the gathering. (y/n), however, stalled from getting on the limo, instead heading to meet Peter in the pews.

She was stopped by her parents before she could get to him.

“You look wonderful darling I can’t wait for your wedding” Her mother was crying, makeup running down her face as she embraced her daughter tightly. (y/n’s) panicked eyes met her father’s, who smiled and shrugged his shoulders, not surprised by his wife’s behavior.

“Don’t worry mom, you have some time before you have to do this again” (y/n) tried to reassure her as best she could, patting her back gently.

Her mother only continued to cry hysterically.

“Alright, alright (y/m/n), that’s enough,” (y/d/n) chuckled as he eased the woman off his daughter, only to hug her himself. “Shouldn’t you be following them?” He asked after squeezing her tightly and releasing. “Don’t you have a bar to get to?”

“I might not be-” (y/n) started, but stopped when she caught sight of Peter heading out to the corridor. “Would you excuse me? I have to go talk to-”

“Go on,” Her mother nodded, a warm smile on her face. “Go talk to him”

(y/n) grinned between them, before rushing through the crowded aisle to get out to the corridor.

Little boys and girls were blowing bubbles as the bridal party was getting ready to head off for a few hours. And (y/n) found Peter with her youngest cousin Tracy, who was excitedly blowing bubbles at his face.

“Peter!” She called, almost breathlessly as she made her way over to him. He smiled upon seeing her, standing up just as she’d thrown herself into his arms. The action caught him by surprise, and he chuckled nervously, but wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her.

She sighed as she hugged him tighter, burying her face in his shoulder and letting out a heavy sigh. Feeling like it was the first breath she’d taken since the ceremony.

“Hey,” He greeted, kissing her temple sweetly, only to murmur in her ear so no one else could pry, “You alright?”

“Yeah,” She answered, her lips quirking up into a smile. “Yeah, I’m great, actually, just… overwhelmed”

Peter’s brows furrowed at the word, but she quickly shook her head to explain.

“No, in a good way,” She said quickly. “The best way, actually, because-”

“(y/n)!” Emma’s voice called as she rushed into the hall, looking annoyed and confused. “Come on! It’s time to go!”

(y/n) shot the girl a glare, nodding her head towards Peter so she got the idea that she was busy with something right now.

Emma retorted with a similar glare, and pointed towards the limo that was outside waiting for them.

“It’s alright, I’ll see you at the reception” Peter said, nudging her slightly to go with the rest of the wedding party.

“They can wait a few seconds-”

“(y/n)!” Emma hissed.

“Just go,” Peter chuckled. “You’re about to be overthrown as maid of honor”

(y/n) furrowed her brows and shook her head, opening her mouth as she looked between Emma and Peter. He couldn’t explain the look on her face, like she was at a loss.

“I’ll see you right when we get to the reception” (y/n) told him sincerely, like she was swearing to herself she’d go straight to him.

“Yeah, of course” Peter laughed and nodded his head in agreement.

“I won’t be there for another hour or two-”

“It’s fine, go” He said, gesturing to where Emma was aggressively tapping her foot.

She sighed defeatedly, setting her hands on his shoulders before leaning up and pressing her lips against his cheek, lingering for a few moments longer than necessary. When she pulled away, she patted his opposite cheek lovingly, the look in her eyes something Peter had only seen in her last night. But he couldn’t deny that it made his heart skip a beat.

“See you in a bit” She said quietly, biting down on her lip before heading to the impatient Emma.

“Love you!” Peter called as he went back to amusing the little girl with the bubbles.

“I love you too” She called back while Emma dragged her by the arm out to the limo.

She hoped that he could tell she meant it, with every fiber of her being. That it wasn’t just for show.

“You’re making us fall behind,” Emma muttered as she brought (y/n) to the limousine. “We’ve been waiting”

When she crawled in, Alina sat closer to Jonathan so that there was room for her sister to sit right next to her. The bride took her sister’s hand in both of hers, clasping it close as she smiled lovingly at her.

“This is going to be the cheesiest thing I’ve ever said,” Alina said quietly. “But I’m so happy that I have ou to be my maid of honor. The role was meant to be yours”

“That is the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said,” (y/n) agreed teasingly, and threw her arms around her sister to hug her tightly. “Congratulations, Ali”

Alina squeezed tighter before pulling away.

“Oh and one more thing” She murmured, and turned to her husband, nonchalantly slipping her hand into the inside of his jacket, retrieving something from the inner pocket.

(y/n) eyed the plastic card with her picture on it curiously, before Alina explained to her what it was.

“I got you a fake ID for the bar” ___

Peter was sitting by himself at the reception, not that he minded. He could use the time to think, and look through the pictures that (y/n’s) parents had taken this morning.

Most of them were the ones he had taken. Candids and nicely taken photographs of her parents, her parents with Alina, (y/n) with Alina, and all of them together. There was probably a hundred pictures all together.

Of course his favorites were the ones that Alina had insisted on taking of him and (y/n).

There were a few of them just standing and smiling at the camera, (y/n) tucked into his side with his arm wrapped around her. Peter always told her that she had a photogenic smile, not that she ever believed him. Then there were a couple with her standing up against his chest, with both of his arms around her middle. He liked them, but he thought they looked too Prom-ish

His favorites were the candid ones taken in between poses. The two of them laughing and arguing about what would look good. There was one picture in particular where (y/n) had her hands intertwined with his, elbows bent up as she’d thrown their interlocked hands against his chest shortly after the picture had been taken. Her brows were furrowed as she glared at him, but the wide smile on her face painted a different picture. He was smiling back at her, laughing actually, amused by her pretending to be frustrated with him.

That was his favorite picture. They looked so happy. They looked more like a real couple in that picture than in any of the staged ones.

The room that the reception was held at the Villa Barone Manor as well, just down the hall from where Alina and Jonathan had been married this morning. It was a large and gorgeous room. The dim yellow lights reflecting off the white marble floors, and the few soft blue light bulbs creating a cozy atmosphere while guests mingled and cried about how quickly children grow up. There was an abstractly shaped skylight directly above the open dance floor, which displayed the moon and stars, providing a gentle and magical glow.

Peter had talked to a few people just to be polite, but after an hour he’d grown tired of being around anyone that wasn’t (y/n). He would text her and ask how much longer the bridal party would be at the bar, but he wanted her to enjoy her time with her sister and not pester her.

He’d finished his glass of champagne, and figured it wasn’t a good idea to fill up on another one. So he sat alone with his thoughts, buzzing on a replay of what Scott had told him this morning.

“(y/n’s) feelings are hers to explore!”

He’d said it like everyone had been aware of her feelings except for Peter. Part of him wasn’t surprised, because he wasn’t great at picking up on things, but could the whole compound really keep a secret like that?

And he’d gotten to know (y/n) pretty well in their past three years of friendship, and even more so in the past two days. He thought he’d be able to figure it out if she’d had a crush on him.

Just as Peter was second guessing himself on if he should bring the subject up to her later, the doors to the reception hall opened, and the bridal party walked in, earning cheers and applause.

Peter stood from his seat, eyes scanning through the crowd to find (y/n).

Her whole face lit up when she saw him, and while the rest of the party greeted their friends and family, she picked up her dress in her hands and sprinted over to him. Peter barely had the time to stand from his seat before she threw her arms around him, giggling and hiccuping and absolutely glowing.

“You’re here!” She exclaimed, and if the music and the socializing wasn’t already loud, then everyone would’ve heard her voice carry throughout the room.

“Of course I’m here,” Peter chuckled as she pulled away from him. She pushed her hair out of her face, her grin ever so present. “Did you drink at the bar?”

“Yep!” She nodded her head, and a small hiccup escaped her throat.

Peter winced, but quickly masked it with a smile.

“Want me to get you some food and water?” He asked, his hands brushing gently against her arms.

“Okay!” She agreed enthusiastically, and he was surprised that she followed him to the bar.

Peter ordered a glass of water, and the bartender gave it to him with a bored expression. (y/n) happily sipped on it as they walked back to the table Peter had been sitting at.

“So how much did you have to drink?” Peter asked.

“Couple shots,” She shrugged casually. “Couple drinks, no biggie”

Peter’s eyes widened slightly at her answer. She’d only been there for two hours, shouldn’t she be drunker than this?

“I can hold my liquor,” (y/n) giggled and hiccuped. A blush rising to her cheeks after the hiccup came out, making Peter laugh quietly.

“Is this on- oh, yep,” A voice boomed over the speakers, halting the pop music that had been playing. “Now it’s time for the dance of the father and the bride”

The song that Alina and her father had chosen began to play, and the two made their way to the cleared out dance floor, swaying back and forth to the slow and sweet song.

(y/n) leaned her head in her hand, drinking down the rest of her water as she watched the scene happily. She even teared up a bit, watching her father and sister dance.

“So what have you been doing?” She asked Peter, eyes flickering to his.

“Mostly moping,” He said teasingly, earning a look from (y/n), but there was a smile on her face. “But your mom sent me the pictures from this morning, want to see?”

She nodded, and Peter pulled out his phone, holding it between them so she could look at the bunches of pictures he now had taking up his camera roll. She awed and giggled at a few, but stopped him on one of the pictures of just the two of them.

“That’s my favorite” She told him.

It was one of the candids, her arms were wrapped around his neck, laughing into his shoulder while he was mid-motion of taking her in his arms, one hand firmly on her waist while the other was blurry from the movement. He was looking down at her, laughing along with whatever she was laughing at, clearly just happy to be in the moment with her.

“Really?” Peter asked, surprised.

She nodded, biting back a larger smile as she nervously looked from the photo to him.

“But it’s blurry- and your face isn’t even in the picture” Peter said, pointing out how buried her face was against his suit.

(y/n) shrugged a shoulder, staring fondly at the picture.

“I love it” She murmured, taking his phone from his hands to send it to herself.

She handed his phone back to him after, sending him a sweet smile as she did. In a sudden move, he took her hand in his, taking her by surprise momentarily, before she slotted her fingers in the spaces between his and latched onto his hand comfortably.

They sat together and watched the dance come to end, transitioning into the bride and groom’s first dance.

(y/n) maneuvered her seat closer to Peter’s, and rested her head against his shoulder as they enjoyed the scene in silence. Peter let his thumb run along the back of hers in a smooth motion, both calming her and sobering her up.

“I don’t think that I could ever do this,” She whispered. Peter furrowed his brows, but didn’t move, not wanting her to lean off of his shoulder. “It’s… it’s too much, it’s so much, you know?”

“The wedding?” Peter questioned, still confused.

(y/n) nodded, eyes wandering over the crows of people. Laughing, mingling, crying, drinking. There were more people here than she knew, too many unfamiliar faces in once place. It made her uneasy.

But that was probably just because Tony had taught her better than to trust every kind smiled person in the room. She still wasn’t sure if that was a gift or a burden to know.

“It’s expensive,” She hummed. “Flashy. Unnecessary”

“Well, I’m sure your sister would disagree,” Peter chuckled. “Come on, you don’t mean that”

“I do,” She mumbled. “Look at all these people. Peter, I don’t know half of them. I have family here that I’ve never met before, and yet, here they are”

“So what, you’re never gonna get married?” Peter asked incredulously. “Like that would happen”

(y/n) lifted her head from his shoulder, staring at him with an inquisitive expression.

“I would only invite the people that mattered,” She told him. “That is, if the opportunity were to present itself” Peter nodded in understanding.

“Who would that be then?”

“Well, you I suppose, I’m going to need a fake husband here in a few years if you’re interested,” She teased him. “I’ll need your resume and a list of previous falsified relationships you’ve been in-”

“Come on,” Peter urged, curious to know how she envisioned her own special day. “Really, amuse me” (y/n) closed her mouth, smiling anxiously as her eyes flitted across the room before meeting his.

“I wouldn’t invite anyone,” She told him softly. “I would hold a private ceremony, somewhere secluded and romantic. Like a beach in Brazil at sunset,” Her shoulders raised as her eyes fluttered shut, imagining the scene in her mind. “I think that would be more lovely than an audience of people I’ve never met before, don’t you?”

Peter nodded, his lips tugging into a smile.

“And then we would go on our honeymoon, wherever he pleases I suppose, since I’m being so picky about the ceremony,” They chuckled together. “But I would still cross my fingers for the Bahamas”

“The Bahamas? Of all the places?” Peter said playfully. “Say the word and Tony would take you tomorrow”

“Let me have my dream,” She giggled. “After our honeymoon, we’d come home, and then hold a grand reception. His friends and family, my friends and family, music and champagne and dancing… I think that’d be delightful”

Peter grinned at her, nodding his head slowly.

“I didn’t peg you as such a romantic, (y/n/n),” He said, squeezing her hand. “Must be all that time you’ve spent with Thor”

Her cheeks went pink and she pretended that Alina and Jonathan’s dance was more fascinating than it really was.

When the dance came to an end, the DJ took over again and began to play more upbeat tracks to get the guests dancing and letting loose. Once a few people started, then more would join in on the fun.

“Hey,” Alina gleefully walked up to the couple, holding the long skirt of her dress in her hands, before reaching out to (y/n). “Do you mind if I borrow my sister for a dance?” She asked Peter, and took the hand that he wasn’t holding.

“Not at all,” Peter replied, reluctantly letting go of (y/n’s) other hand, and laughing as Alina was already pulling (y/n) to the dance floor.

“Find me for a dance later?” (y/n) turned and asked him, and he nodded in agreement.

Something upbeat and poppy that (y/n) had never heard before was playing, and Alina clasped both of her hands and spun her around delightedly, dancing very off beat to the music.

“So, on a scale of one to dangerously so, how in love are you with Peter?” Alina asked with a sly smile as she stared down her sister.

“Very much so” (y/n) giggled, and Alina twirled her around under her arm playfully.

“I mean for real,” Alina said, quirking an eyebrow. “Not the fake stuff you made up for my sake”

(y/n’s) smile fell, suddenly feeling embarrassed, and honestly, a little frightened. Getting caught in a lie always made her heart pound and her chest constrict. She even felt pale as she stared at her sister guiltily.

Alina chuckled bashfully, and stepped closer as they danced so they could talk in quieter voices.

“Alina, I’m so-”

“Don’t be sorry!” She said, still smiling at her younger sister. She squeezed both of her hands reassuringly. “When I realized that you weren’t really together, I was upset for a second, maybe, but then it dawned on me that you were still just as much in love as you were trying to convince me”

“How…” (y/n) shook her head, willing the heat in her cheeks to go away. “When did you know?”

“Somewhere in between brunch and the two of you cuddling yesterday on the sofa…” Alina admitted.

“Why didn’t you tell me!” (y/n) whined with an anxious laugh.

“Why did you?” Alina retorted with her own laugh. “I admit, I sort of knew the whole time. But it wasn’t until you asked me how I felt about him that it was confirmed. You wouldn’t care about my approval unless you truly wanted to be with someone. You know that I just want you to-”

“-have a boyfriend” (y/n) sighed.

Alina set her hands on (y/n’s) shoulders, and the younger girl could feel her sister’s ring on her right shoulder.

“Be happy,” Alina corrected, staring at her sincerely. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you hon. I don’t care if you have a boyfriend or a turtle. But… a boyfriend is more interesting to talk about”

Both girls cast glances over to Peter, who had gone back to the bar to get another glass of water for when (y/n) came back. The bartender rolled their eyes, but gave it to him anyways.

“And this has been the most interesting thing I could’ve hoped for,” Alina giggled. “Not to mention, that happiest I’ve ever seen you”

(y/n) blushed, looking down at the dance floor, knowing that her big sister was probably right about everything, like she usually was.

“Whoever you were actually dating at Christmas?” Alina mentioned, getting (y/n’s) attention back. “He’s a twerp”

“He was,” (y/n) agreed, laughing loudly and nodding her head. “He really really was”

“But Peter?” The bride nodded off to the boy that had ordered water from an open bar that probably wouldn’t card him. “He’s linked to you (y/n/n), I can see it”

When (y/n) looked over to him, he caught her eye, smiling and holding up his glass so she knew that he’d gotten it for her. She smiled back, and Alina could see her whole demeanor change.

“You do know that you really love him, right?” The older (y/l/n) asked. “Forget the fake parts, and just tell him. He loves you too, it’s painfully obvious. You think you’re ready yet?”

(y/n) slowly nodded, and hugged her sister promptly after the song ended.

“Oh, one thing,” She said before they could part. “Does Mom and Dad know?”

Alina let out a loud laugh, shaking her head and waving a dismissive hand all at once.

“Of course not. They’re more oblivious than you and Peter,” She teased. “Now go get him, I wish you both the best”

“Love you, Ali” (y/n) called as she walked off.

“Stop stalling!” Alina replied. “I’m going to go help you out” She added, and blew a kiss at her sister before heading up to the DJ.

When (y/n) got to Peter, he held the water out to her, but she only took it to set it on the table.

“I got- oh, alright then” Peter chuckled when she hadn’t even taken a drink of it.

“Come on,” (y/n) said, making grabby motions with her hands, and Peter tentatively reached out and took her hands in his. She tugged on his arms to get him to stand, grinning excitedly at him. “Come dance with me”

Peter chuckled and nodded, letting (y/n) bring him under the skylight. He didn’t need to be asked twice.

A peppy song about love by Jaymes Young was playing, and despite not having much experience with dancing, Peter was happy to be dancing with (y/n).

“I was thinking that we should come up with some kind of crazy dance routine for Scott’s wedding,” Peter told her as he pulled her in and spun them both around. “Really blow away the others, you know?”

(y/n) laughed and quirked a brow at his silly idea.

“Assuming that we’ll be invited-”

“Of course I will be, we’ve got a pact. Being buggy superheroes and all” Peter told her, making her laugh again.

“Alright then, assuming I’ll be invited-”

“I kinda figured you’d be my plus one next time” He told her.

They suddenly weren’t dancing as much to the music, just swaying a bit while they spoke.

(y/n) nodded her head, biting on her cheek.

“I suppose that’s fair,” She murmured. “And I’ll bet all the Avengers will be there. I’d really like to see Carol in a tux”

“You think that Carol would come back from her off-world trip for Ant-Man’s wedding?” Peter asked, amused, but (y/n) shrugged.

“Ant-Man and Wasp’s wedding. It’s an insect love story for the masses” She joked.

The song changed, to something slow and blatantly romantic. (y/n) looked over her shoulder just in time to see her sister leaving the DJ’s table, and giving her a wink.

She looked back up to Peter, who smiled apprehensively before setting a hand on her hip, pulling her into him until their chests nearly bumped. To ease his nerves, she set her hands on his shoulders, sliding them up to latch behind his neck. Peter set his other hand on her hip much more calmly now as they danced slowly to the melody.

“Any other weddings you want to crash?” (y/n) asked, speaking in a much softer tone since they were closer.

“Maybe yours,” Peter shrugged, his bottom lip sticking out slightly as he thought about it.

“Mine?” (y/n) questioned with a small chuckle. “What for? I thought you liked my ideas”

He looked down at her seriously now, his eyes narrowing just slightly as he examined her features. (y/n) waited for his answer, but could tell that he wasn’t going to mention it again.

“I was talking to Scott this morning,” He changed the subject, as expected. (y/n) hummed curiously, her hold around his neck tightening just a bit. “He asked about you, but you were out getting all…” He gestured to her body, eliciting a giggle. “Perfect” He finished.

“What’d he ask about?”

“Oh you know, the usual. How you are, if we’ve made out yet,” Peter half joked, and (y/n) tilted her head to the side as she studied him now. “And then it got worse when he gave the phone to Thor. I’d hoped to talk to Tony but- what?” He stopped himself when he’d caught (y/n) staring at him the way she was.

“You have a tell, Peter Parker,” She murmured teasingly. He raised a brow, wondering what it was and what she meant by it. “Your lip quirks up just a little bit,” She told him. “And then your nose twitches- like a bunny” She added with a soft giggle.

“What, you think I’m lying about something?” Peter asked, but she shook her head, her smile widening a little before she bit down on her lip. “Then what do I have a tell for?”

“You want to kiss me,” She whispered, and the words hung in the air for a brief moment, stunning Peter into silence, before she spoke up again. “When you said Scott asked if we’d made out, your lip quirked, and your nose twitched”

“And? I have a lot of nervous habits” Peter replied, not really caring to argue, mostly just messing with her to ease the tension that was now weighing on his shoulders.

Truth was he did want to kiss her, and he honestly wanted to kiss her all the time. But now especially. She was too close and looked too perfect for him to not want to.

“You uh…” (y/n’s) eyes momentarily drifted to his lips before peering up at him from under her lashes. “You did the same thing last night,” She murmured, and then even quieter added, “And I wanted to kiss you then, too”

Peter’s smile turned into a small smirk, a bit shocked that she’d admitted such a thing.

“You did?” He asked, and she nodded, too nervous to find words. “Why didn’t you?”

“Um..” She laughed bashfully, and looked away from his intent gaze. “I was nervous? I don’t know, no one was around” She shrugged lamely, staring off at an older couple dancing steadily together.

“No one was around?” Peter repeated. “Nobody has to be around for you to kiss me,” He told her, and her eyes shot up to his. “Or you know,” He made a point to glance at the sea of people that surrounded them in the room. “Everyone could be around, I suppose” He added playfully, easing (y/n’s) nerves as she laughed stiffly.

“You suppose?” She teased, her nose scrunching up as she grinned at him.

“I suppose” He repeated genuinely.

(y/n’s) eyes wandered between his, flickering to his lips if only for a moment in between.

“If I’d kissed you last night…” She said slowly, carefully. “With no one else around, then it would’ve meant…” She trailed off and swallowed the lump in her throat. “It would’ve meant it was real”

Peter let go of her waist with one of his hands, brushing his fingertips along her cheekbone.

“Does that scare you?” He asked, and she shook her head, leaning into his warm and gentle touch.

“You?” She asked him, and he shook his head as well, smiling at her sweetness.

“Nah, Thor and Scott told me that you have feelings for me, so,” He shrugged nonchalantly, while (y/n’s) content expression dropped to shock, and then frustration.

“Those blabbermouths!” She hissed. “I should’ve never- I mean, Thor practically forced it out of me, and Scott just- well, I thought he could keep a secret but I’ll bet Thor blabbed to him and then they schemed about it-”

Peter shook his head at her, leaning down and tilting her head up so their lips could meet somewhere in the middle.

(y/n) halted in her rambling instantly, sighing and leaning further against him. Her hands reaching up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck as they kissed a second time, slowly and softly.

It wasn’t for anyone else but them.

Not Alina, not Thor, not her parents. Just Peter and (y/n).

She let out a soft laugh before they kissed for a third time, and Peter wrapped his arm around her waist, the hand on her face sliding into her hair and cradling the back of her head.

When they parted, she stood back down off the tips of her toes, her forehead against his chin for a moment before she looked up at him with a shy smile.

“I knew you wanted to kiss me” She mumbled, her playful tone getting lost as she stared at him with nothing short of absolute adoration.

Peter tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as he pulled his hand out of her hair, cupping her cheek for a moment before wrapping both of his arms around her waist and tugging her against him.

“You make it pretty impossible to not want to” He said softly, and (y/n) stifled a giggle, pressing a kiss to his cheek before resting her head on his shoulder as they continued to sway.

“I love you, you idiot” She hummed, closing her eyes and basking in the moment, their moment. He chuckled fondly, running a hand up and down her back.

“You did call dibs on saying it first,” He said with a small laugh. “I love you too, honey”

She smiled against his neck, not having to say another word.

They quietly danced like that for the next few songs, just holding on to one another and refusing to let go. Whispering into each other’s ears every once and a while, and filling the air between them with fond laughter.

After they got tired of being on their feet, they went back to the table and (y/n) kicked off her heels.

“I think we should have champagne,” She told him with a gleam as he was sitting down at the table. “I’m going to the bar-”

“Wait wait wait,” He reached out for her hand, and pulled out the chair next to him. “Why don’t we just-”

“I’m gonna get champagne” (y/n) winked, and before he could stop her again, was walking up to the bartender.

With a twirl of her hair around her finger and a sly smile, she managed to get her and Peter a whole bottle of champagne and two flutes.

With a grin, she unscrewed the cap and poured their glasses full.

“I think we should celebrate a little,” She told him, and with a sign, he nodded, and picked up his glass to clink it against hers. “Cheers, Spider-Man” She mused, before they both took their drinks. ___

The night ended with one near blackout and a lot of ridiculous dancing.

(y/n) was singing the tune of the wedding theme while she plucked pins out of her hair, swaying slightly in front of the mirror in her and Peter’s room. Peter was sitting on the mattress, trying to figure out how to get his tie off.

They were lucky that they were able to take the limousine back to the house, because one glass of champagne turned to two which turned to six and soon the bottle was empty and they were incorrectly dancing to the YMCA song.

When they’d gotten home, they raced up the stairs in a fit of giggles, (y/n) carrying her shoes in her hands and holding her dress up so that she wouldn’t trip on the long material.

Peter had collapsed onto the bed, fine with sleeping in the tux, until he realized he’d probably have to give it back to Tony, and was suddenly thrown into a haste of trying to take it off.

(y/n) was too deep in her own little world of humming and letting her hair down to see Peter’s struggle.

“(y/n)” He whined, and she finally turned to look at him, giggling at how much of a mess he was.

He’d only partially loosened his tie, and ended up messing up the collar of his shirt, getting the fabrics tangled together, while the knot in his tie remained, making it impossible to fix.

“Aw,” She cooed, and dropped the last of her bobby pins in the pile of hundreds of others on the dresser. “Let me help you”

Her hands delicately undid the knot, and slid the silky tie off from around his neck, before she smoothed down the collar of his button up and fixed his hair. She wasn’t sure how he’d managed to get his hair in such a disarray while untying a tie, but she didn’t question it.

“There you go,” She grinned, handing him the tie, and going back to the dresser to collect her pins. “I’ll get you a water,” (y/n) told him after putting all the bobby pins in a small ziplock baggie so that she wouldn’t lose them later. “We leave kinda early tomorrow, I don’t want you feeling sick the whole day”

“M’kay” Peter mumbled, and fell back on the mattress, making (y/n) chuckle as she left the room.

She made her way down the stairs, and came back up a few minutes later with a bottle of Advil and two big cups of water.

Peter was still half lying on the bed, legs bent over the side and feet planted on the ground. He had an arm strewn over his face, and he looked moments away from passing out.

“Come on,” (y/n) mumbled, pulling his arm from his face and tugging to get him to sit up. “Take one of these now to get ahead of it” She said, placing a pill in his hand and then thrusting the cup towards him.

“You’re like an expert” Peter mused, making her giggle as he swallowed the medicine. He set the water on the bedside table, before taking her in his arms and making her step forward between his legs.

“We should change out of these clothes,” (y/n) told him before he could get carried away with whatever it was he was obviously thinking about. “Don’t wanna sleep in a tux, do you?”

Peter sighed, and as he stood up from the mattress, (y/n) unbuttoned his suit jacket, looking at him sweetly for a moment before pushing the sleeves from his shoulders, and pulled them down his arms. She set the jacket carefully on his suitcase before stepping forward to unbutton the crisp white shirt he wore. She was two buttons down when she noticed a small discolored stain of champagne.

“Pete,” She giggled quietly, pointing to the stain. “You must’ve spilled earlier”

He chuckled, looking at the patch for only a second before taking her hands from his shirt, and leaning down to kiss her.

If they never addressed this again, and if they went back upstate and pretended this trip never happened… he needed to kiss her again so that he could memorize exactly how soft and perfect her lips felt against his.

(y/n) could tell that there was some hidden emotions behind the kiss, and when she broke apart from him, her brows furrowed and she let go of his hands to go set her palms against his jaw tenderly.

“Something wrong?” She asked softly, eyes flickering between his.

“If tonight’s the end of… this… then I just wanted to end it properly” He admitted.

(y/n’s) lip quirked in a smile, and her thumb brushed over his cheekbone delicately, before leaning up and connecting their lips again.

Kissing Peter was like cliff diving. Free falling for a hundred feet, and then plummeting into warm waters.

Her nose nudged his and she smiled at him.

“Do you want tonight to be the end?” She murmured, arching an eyebrow at him. “Because I was kinda thinking… that when we go back… we could just continue-”

Peter eagerly wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her body against his. His lips crashed into hers with such force that she dipped back a little, grasping his face securely so she wouldn’t fall.

“I definitely don’t want this to be the end,” Peter mumbled against her lips, taking her face in his hands while her own fingers went back to unbuttoning his shirt. She kissed him longingly in between each button, breathless, cheeks flushed, heart pounding with adrenaline. “I want to date you”

“Okay” She agreed in a small pant, nodding her head as she went back to the buttons. She was halfway through them, and desperate to get to the last one.

“No, really, I want to go out with you” Peter said, thinking she hadn’t taken him seriously.

“Okay” (y/n) repeated. Three buttons left. Why were there so many?

“I want to be your boyfriend-”

“Yeah, Peter,” (y/n) said, kissing him quickly to shut him up. “I got it, I’d love that, but I’m working on something here”

He chuckled, and reached down to undo the last button.

(y/n) grinned before leaning up on the tips of her toes and kissing him again, more passionately than she had before.

Her hands skimmed over his exposed stomach, pushing away the open button up in the process, until it fell off his shoulders and he could yank the sleeves from his arms. As soon as he was free of the shirt, his hands flew up and cupped her cheeks, leaning over her to kiss her fiercely. Eliciting small squeak of a moan of surprise from the girl as she melted into him.

After a few heated kisses were shared, his hands wandered to her back, fingers skimming in search of the zipper of her dress. When he found it, he tugged at it, until she had to turn around for him to pull it all the way down. He softly kissed her shoulder as he brought the zipper to it’s end, the dress falling loose on her body.

(y/n) turned around, hesitantly reaching to the spaghetti straps that were effortlessly resting on her shoulders, and the material slipped down her body. She watched it fall, and stepped out of it. Standing before him clad only in a simple but lacy black lingerie set, her cheeks darkening in their rosy color as she looked back up at him.

“You’re so pretty” He told her, and took her by the waist as he sat on the edge of the bed, tugging her down onto his lap. (y/n) giggled, bashful from the compliment and his sudden confidence in his movements. Her hands curled around his neck to keep her stable on his legs, before she leaned down slightly to kiss him.

She parted her lips, tentatively, tracing over the bow in his upper lip with her tongue, before exploring his mouth slowly and sensually.

In the meantime, her hands trailed down his chest, earning a small shiver as they pulled at the buckle of his belt, unbuckling it and tugging the strap through the loops of his slacks.

“This still okay?” She asked, hands laying on his shoulders and pushing him slightly to lay down against the bed.

Peter chuckled, one hand on her bare waist, the other cupping her cheek.

“Of course,” He murmured, pulling her lips down to his, and rolling her onto her back, towering over her while their lips moved together hastily. “You?” He asked, and she nodded, grinning up at him delightedly.

She looped her fingers through the belt loops of his pants, pulling him down flush against her, before kissing him softly. It was a sweeter kiss than the ones they’d shared before.

“You need to take your pants off,” (y/n) murmured, lips brushing over his as she spoke. “Like right now”

He chuckled, kissing her chastely before leaning off of her to unbutton and unzip his slacks, then push them down his legs and kick them off.

(y/n) kissed down the column of his throat while he did so, and just as she’d reached his collarbone, he lifted her chin up to press his lips down against hers, pushing her back down into bed. She sighed as she ran her fingers through his curls, tugging just a little bit and earning a small moan for it. When she tugged again, Peer pulled away to give her a playful look.

When he leaned back down, he tilted her head to the side and left heated kisses along her jaw, tracing his way to her neck. She hummed in pleasure as his lips attached to the sweet spot under her ear, sucking and licking at the spot and making her squirm and moan.

“Peter” She sighed, and her hands pulled a little rougher on his hair.

After he’d left a pretty dark mark on her neck, and leaned up to look at her.

“I like the sound of that” He teased, before kissing her heatedly.

She beamed at him as she removed her hands from his hair, and arched her back to reach behind her and unclip the clasp of her bra. Peter watched as she slipped her arms through the straps painfully slow, and then dropped it to the floor.

In one swift motion, Peter wrapped his arms around her, hands gliding up and down her sides as he kissed from her collarbones through the valley of her breasts. She giggled at the soft and ticklish feeling.

This was bliss.

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siriusist · 5 years ago

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tagged by @anathenma WOO GIRL <3

rules: tag 10 followers you want to get to know better

name: Lauren

gender: Female

star sign: Virgo Sun || Leo Moon || Leo Ascendent, which basically means I have the usually quiet reserved personality of an analytical, organised virgo on the fact of things, am usually the goofy, chill friend amongst my friends, and don’t like to take anyone’s shit, but if I am disrespected, I’m a sensitive six foot flower and withdraw from the world until I can get over it. xD I don’t like conflict.

height: 183cm/6 feet

age: 27 (YIKES XD)

wallpaper on my phone: (I had to check XD) A calendar of May 2020 stylistically arranged around ribbons

house: Slytherin

ever crush on a teacher: Both my parents and my uncle are teachers and consequently I knew every teacher in my school as actual human people and not ‘crushes’ growing up. So no. XD

coolest halloween costume: I went as the Starbucks logo one year when I was eight, a gigantic Lady Luck die one year with a top hat covered in poker chips and cards. I had some good ones I made: I was creative as fuck when I was 9-11 especially, and I had to be, because I was already around 5′7 and people assumed I was just some weirdo dressing up to get candy (Hearing ‘AREN’T YOU A LITTLE OLD TO BE TRICK OR TREATING’ at eleven CRUSHED me XD)

Favorite 90s tv show:

Okay. So there’s one’s I watched actually as a child of the 90s, and ones that were just always ON in the 90s that I ended up watching. It’s debatable whether these are actually good NOW. XD

That being said, the background ones were Saved By the Bell (ZACH MORRIS IS TRAAAAassssh~~), Boy Meets World, Seinfeld, Everybody Loves Raymond.

As a kid, I loved the Aladdin Animated Series, The Hercules Animated Series, CHIP AND DALE RESCUE RANGERS (Which didn’t really hold up sadly but still has the best theme song of all time, fight me), and Timon and Pumbaa.

One I rarely caught but really liked was All That, The Wonder Years, Sabrina the Teenage Witch- occasionally Fresh Prince.

Out of all of these, I still have a super fond spot for Saved By the Bell, especially with the ‘Zach Morris is Trash’ series on Youtube (Seriously, go watch it. It’s fucking hilarious and basically breaks down how much of a serial killer in the making Zach Morris is XD). The clothing is ridiculous and no one really dressed like that in the early 90s outside of commercials and TV (unfortunately). Maybe one shoddy item out of the bunch. Meanwhile Saved by the Bell is like LETS PUT IT ALL ON. XD It was terrible once they got to college, but it was stupid and fun and made me feel ‘cool’ watching it because I was like three and being like, “YEAH, IT’S BRIGHT AND THESE PEOPLE ARE COOL AND I CAN FOLLOW THE PLOT. I’M MATURE.” XD It’s literally still the only one of these I actively watch now in the form of Zach Morris is Trash, so I’ll go with it. xD

Last kiss: Never had a consensual kiss. Make of that what you will. xD

Have you ever been stood up: Nope.

Favourite pair of shoes:

I have terrible plantar fasciitis from sports, so I’m a shoe snob, and have to have properly fitting/constructed shoes. It depends on what I’m doing in them, really. I got a pair of trail running shoes for trail running during COVID, but they’re not the most aesthetically pleasing. I’d say the best mixture between comfort and style are either a good ol’pair of black ankle boots with a slight heel (so I can be 6′2 and intimidate people with my height muhahahaha), or more practically on a day to day basis, I have a pair of Reeboks that are 90s-styled with pastel pink and blue triangles on the side. They’re pretty dope. xD

have you ever been to vegas: No, but my parents have. Basically, they said you tire of shopping after two days, and then you’re just stuck inside hotels and shopping malls there. If you’re not a gambler, drinker, or have a ton of money to splash out on stage shows, I don’t think it’s particularly worth going.

favorite fruit: Mango or raspberry, but they’re super-expensive in the land of Maple Syrup so I usually don’t get them any other way other than frozen in smoothies.

Favourite book:

I could never choose a favourite book. It’s literally like choosing between children. It’s my microcosmic version of Sophie’s Choice. xD Tasteless joke aside, it’d honestly depend on the occasion. There’s a huge difference between entertainment reading, literary exploits, and educating yourself through books as a whole.

My ‘plane’ book (which I’m terrible at flying, so that was a joke), as in, an easy, fun, instantly rereadable read to read on the plane when I used to have super long fifteen hour flights to Australia, was always Mario Puzo’s ‘The Godfather,’ because I also had a huge crush on Michael Corleone.

But it’s also not the ‘best’ book and literally spends an inordinate and honestly disturbing amount of time on the fact that this poor woman in the story (which thankfully in the film, it gets cut down), but the bridesmaid Sonny Corleone has sex with, and how you see his wife indicating his ‘size’?

THAT’S LITERALLY AN ENTIRE SUBPLOT OF THIS BROAD’S STORY I SHIT YOU NOT BECAUSE NOTHING IS ‘BIG’ ENOUGH FOR HER AFTER HIM AND THEN YOU FIND OUT SHE HAS A MEDICAL CONDITION AND GOOD FOR HER SHE’S ABLE TO FIND LOVE AGAIN BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MARIO PUZO XD IT WAS A LOT OKAY.

(Footnote: I also suffered through his horrific sequels because I love Michael Corleone and will take him in any form he comes in, even horrifically written Sicilian backhill exploits that were never told to us in the original book and were clearly just written because Puzo needed another pay check but I digress.)

Horrific subplots aside, I really enjoy The Godfather for its sheer pulpiness. The book is essentially what Andrew Lloyd Weber is to musicals. xD (Yes, I come with musical theatre burns. Fight me.)

In terms of a piece of literature that I think is amazingly well done? Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe, or Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.

Stupidest thing you ever done:

Um, maybe when I was at Cambridge I tried to dye my roots to match the rest of my ‘blonde’ hair at the time, and it turned out bright orange? And because it’s Cambridge, they had this super-strict attendance policy, so I was literally trying not to hyperventilate because it was running close to class (which was across campus) and I was trying to find some way to remedy my hair without it falling out/ someone asking about it. So, I grabbed a toque-cap-thing despite it being literally one of the hottest summer on record in the UK (It was like 35 degrees, it was MENTAL), and had to sprint to class all the way on the other side of campus from my college dodging dodgy tourist groups blocking the sidewalk while I went. Then when I sat down inside, I had to be weirdly rude and wear my hat inside the lecture hall even though the professor was looking at me (it was a specialised program in German Literature) like, “Are you going to take that shit off?” xD THEN I tried to dye it back to brown, and it literally looked like mud mixed with a runny egg had exploded on the top of my head; it was AWFUL. XD So FINALLY I did my research and found a salon, but by THAT point I had done 250 pounds worth of damage to my hair (WHICH IS LIKE 400 DOLLARS CANADIAN AT THE TIME), and I almost had a heart attack and thanked my lucky stars that I had money put away so I could give my parents the ‘parent price’ when they asked why they hadn’t seen me on FaceTime or Skype for like, three weeks, and I replaced my face with a photo of John Cleese from Fawlty Towers, which they tease me about to this day. xD

The other dumbest thing I ever said was when I was so desperate for friends in grade six when I moved to a new school (and because being American was ‘cool’ at the time, apparently), I told everyone I was a dual citizen because my mother LITERALLY GAVE BIRTH TO ME ON THE BORDER CROSSING WHAT. XD And bless this poor bespectacled girl named Mara (who was actually a little class friend of mine), who just said timidly in the back, “That’s not how citizenship works.” xD It basically came out of attempting to be cool and failing, but I’m still SO embarrassed about THAT one that I’d never admit it to ANYONE besides shouting it out into the Tumblr black hole. xD I’m still embarrassed to THIS DAY.

All time favorite shows:

I’ll go for the original run of The Twilight Zone, which has some schmaltzy episodes (I’m really not a fan of any of the episodes entirely dedicated to the Space Race or the weird cowboy fanaticism of the fifties/ sixties, or anything that’s overtly like “ALIENS DID IT SO THERE”), but I LOVE their psychological horror episodes or Dystopian episodes. It’s when Rod Serling’s writing and narrative voice is the strongest and most prophetic, and the twists are usually the best. Other shows have tries to imitate it, or reboot it, but I really think the original, due to Rod Serling’s unmatchable voice, in every sense of the word. There’s lists of some of the greatest episodes, but I remember LOVING the episode ‘A Stop at Willoughby.’ The twist literally made me clap my hands in horror and delight, it was amazing. xD

Other than that? Off the top of my head, Mad Men and Band of Brothers, even though I haven’t rewatched either in ages.

last movie you saw in theaters:

Oh God, before all THIS hit? Probably Rise of Skywalker. I get agoraphobic and itchy if a movie theatre is too busy, and we only have really pokey sort of ones nearby that you’re guaranteed to see someone you went to high school with (terrible), so now that I can properly drive I go out to the big redneck theatre out in the boonies. I miss living in Montreal though, because when you live in a big city like that downtown (and can actually afford to live there), you could see blockbuster movies at like ten in the morning. xD Which would be AMAZING because I’d go to see any of the early Avengers/Marvel movies when they opened, the day of opening, and it was literally me, one old man who fell asleep halfway through and sat near the back, and maybe an elderly couple on a morning date to the movies. xD I get really annoyed with obnoxious movie-goers, and I’m really picky about just being completely absorbed in the movie, so I tend not to go unless I’m guaranteed that space.

tagging: Anyone who wishes to tag me back so I can learn about them <3

#meme #well god this was embarrassing #still hope you found something of interest in there though xD #personal #I indented the longer answers so this was somewhat cohesive

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marigoldhotel · 6 years ago

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My Love Jake Webber Fanfic

My Love

j.w

word counter: 3,078

synopsis: Katrina and Sam are getting married and it gets you in the mood for wedding bells.

You had woken up earlier than usual that day. All around your room, the sound of your alarm had blared before the sun was even out. Your boyfriend had picked the song the night before. It was a tune he recorded himself with his friends a while back.You held back a chuckle, turning to your boyfriend as he was turned to you, eyes fluttering open. You couldn’t help but notice the way your heart quickened.

“Good morning beautiful.” You smirked, pulling a piece of his fluffy pink hair away from his face. Jake winked, pulling you closer by the hips.

“I’m pretty sure this song is like, the best song to wake up to.” He commented, and you giggled, your hands trailing down from his hair to the side of his cheek, and onto his lips, rubbing the pad of your thumb gently against the soft skin. He kissed your thumb, and pulled you on top of him. You squealed, your laugh almost drowned out by the sound of Jakes voice through your speaker.

“I don’t think so. I think I’ve heard better.” You remarked, sticking your tongue out at him, and he pretended to be hurt.

“What? You don’t think I’m the most skilled lyricist out there? That hurts, dude...” he pouted, looking away from you. You laughed, pulling his face back to you, squishing his cheeks softly, leaning down to lock your lips with his. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing you deeply. Your heart melted. You both pulled away after a while, and you sat back up, his hands trailing from your shoulders to your waist. You shivered under his touch.

“I love you.”

“I love you more baby.” He smiled, squeezing your hips lightly. “C’mon, we have a wedding to go to today, and we still have a lot to do.” You nodded, sliding off him and onto your side of the bed. He smirked, pressing a soft kiss on your neck, kissing down to your shoulder. You closed your eyes, cheeks turning pink. He pulled away slowly, sitting up on his side of the bed.

“Can you make breakfast? I’m going to jump in the shower.” He asked, yawning loudly, turning the alarm off. You sat up, grabbing a hair tie from your night stand and pulling your hair up.

“Yeah, but we haven’t bought groceries in a while so I doubt we have much.” You stood up, picking your shorts from the floor and sliding them on, putting on your boyfriends shirt over your laced bra. He stared at you, a goofy grin on his face, his dimples popping out.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered.

“I love you.” You whispered back, and made your way downstairs to the kitchen. You checked your fridge, and you were pretty much right. There was two bottles of water, leftover Chinese food and half of an onion. In the freezer, you had pizza rolls.

“Pizza rolls it is.” You sighed, taking them out from the freezer, emptying the rest of them out on a pan. You let them cook, and checked your phone. You had a missed call from your best friend. You decided to call back. Almost as if she was waiting on you to call, she picked up the phone.

“Y/N!!” Kat yelled into the phone, and you jolted. It was way too early for this.

“Jesus K, what’s wrong?”

“My dress is still at the shop! She finished fixing it last night. But obviously I can’t go. I have my hair appointment today. And then I have makeup, and nails, and-“

“When do you need the dress? I’ll go pick it up.”

“Well, the ceremony is at 5, so can you drop it off by 3:30? I have your bridesmaids dress here anyways.” She asked, and you sighed, flipping the pizza rolls over.

“Yes. I should be done with what I need to do by that time. Don’t worry, your dress will be there.”

“Thank you! I’ll text you the address and all the other information you would need.”

“Alright.” You nodded.

“You’re the best bridesmaid ever. Love you!” And with that, Katrina hung up. You placed your phone down on the countertop, and finished up with breakfast, plating it. Almost as if on cue, Jake appeared and walked down the stairs, slinging on his signature stripped shirt.

“What’s on the menu?” He asked, sitting down behind the countertop, you slid the plate towards him.

“A five-star restaurant meal.” You joked, and he laughed. “Be careful, it’s hot.”

“You’re hot.” He winked, and you rolled your eyes.

“Kat called, I’m going to pick up her dress at the tailors.”

“Alright. I’m going to head out to Colby’s house to finish up the video we’re doing for Sam. If you need help with the dress though, let me know.”

“I will.” She nodded, yawning softly. “I’m gonna go shower, and head out. “

“Sounds good, beautiful.” He stated, and you smiled. You stole a pizza bite from him and slipped it in your mouth, making your way upstairs. You showered quickly and got dressed, slipping on one of Jake’s hoodies. You squealed internally, the smell of his perfume enveloping you. You grabbed your keys, and went downstairs, kissing your boyfriend goodbye on your way out.

“I’ll see you tonight!” He called out for you, and you nodded, making your way through your front door steps and into your car. The day was long. You visited almost every shop in L.A. You got your nails done, your eyebrows plucked, your hair washed and curled. You felt like a doll, each part being perfected to be sent to a toy store. Now, sitting on the black chair, you felt like the process was finally completed, and you were home free.

“You’re done.” The makeup artist said, standing back to admire her work. You sighed in relief, a little excited to see the finished product. The woman handed you a mirror, and you looked into it, your smile growing.

“Thank you. I love it.” You told her, and the woman smiled in response.

“I’m glad you like it. You look very beautiful.” She took the mirror from your hands, and put it back in its spot. You stood up from the chair, tipping her before leaving. Just as you were stepping out of the store, your phone rang. You checked to see who it was, and your heart fluttered.

“Hey babe.” You answered the call, making your way into your car. You smiled, your boyfriends voice ringing through the Bluetooth speaker.

“How is the most beautiful girl in the world doing?” He asked, and you laughed lightly. You input the address of the dress shop into your phone, beginning to drive.

“She’s tired. Oh, and she misses a certain pink haired guy.” You remarked, cursing the horrible L.A. traffic.

“I miss you too. But hey, the ceremony is right around the corner.”

“Thank god. How is the video going?” You could hear laughing in the back, your car seeming to move at an extremely slow pace. You hoped you weren’t late.

“It’s tight. We are pranking Sam. We have a bunch of sappy clips of all of us, and then it pans out to embarrassing pictures of Sam. “ The laughs became louder, and you couldn’t help but join in. The conversation kept on as you drove to the final stop. The tailor shop was at the end of the city, and you had company the whole way there. When you got out of your car and made your way towards the store, the conversation didn’t end either.

“You’re totally gonna cry. You’re a big baby. “ You teased, opening to the small store. It smelled like flowers, and everywhere you walked, it glittered. White enveloped the place.

“Nah dude, Colby is definitely gonna cry. I can feel him tearing up already.”

“Yeah, and so will you.” You can hear the blue haired boy comment in the back. You went to the front of the store and waited patiently for someone to help you out.

“You both are definitely gonna sob. I can’t wait to get that on video.” You teased. The lady came out from the back, and you gave her the order number Kat had texted you earlier. She took it, and walked to the back of the store.

“Dude, imagine Sam. He’s going to be crying majorly.” You could still hear them discussing, but your focus was elsewhere. You began to look around at the dresses on display. Long poofy dresses, curve fitting skirts, sweetheart necklines, it was all somewhat intriguing to you. You had to admit you had never thought about getting married before. You were too busy with school and then with your work to think about your own personal life. It wasn’t until Jake that you even felt what a relationship was like. And with him, it was always like being in heaven. You never stopped laughing with him. Now at this store, looking at the millions of different dresses, you kind of imagined a future like that with him. Married, owning a house. Kids, maybe...

“Babe?” You could hear his voice, and it brought you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah? I’m here.” You spoke, your voice soft.

“Are you okay? You went so quiet on us.” He spoke, and you reassured him you were fine. The woman came back, holding out a black tailors bag on her arms.

“Y-Yeah! I’ll talk to you later babe. I have to go the dress is here.” You said your goodbyes and hung up, grabbing the dress as carefully as possible. You thanked the woman and walked out, making sure the dress and the bag were in pristine condition. You placed it in the backseat of your car and made your way to Kat’s house. every few seconds you looked back at the dress, your mind wandering. Katrina was so lucky she got to marry the man of her dreams. You wondered if you would too. Your phone buzzed, and you made sure you were at a red light before checking who it was from.

[Baby Bubba 💖]

Are you sure you’re okay? You seemed really quiet.

[Y/N]

Yeah, I’m okay. I was just thinking.

[Baby Bubba 💖]

About?

[Y/N]

Marrying you. What it would be like.

You bit your lip, typing in the words and sending them, your heart racing a million miles a minute. The light turned green, and you heard your phone ping. You didn’t read it this time. You arrived at Kats house, the dress in perfect condition.

“You’re the best.” She hugged you, her beautiful blue hair curled. You hugged her for a long time, your eyes tearing up despite yourself.

“You’re gonna look beautiful.” You commented and pulled away, putting the dress up to hang somewhere. K smiled brightly, handing you your own black bag.

“You will too.”

The next few minutes were a blur. You squeezed into the wine red dress Kat had chosen for her court, and you spent the rest of the time helping the other bridesmaids as well as Katrina with final details. You pulled zippers and decorated hairs like there was no tomorrow. By the time everyone was done, you were tired beyond belief. You all huddled into the white limo, drinking champagne and laughing. Although you spoke and commented with the crowd, your mind was still back at the dress shop, staring at all the beautiful gowns. You pictured yourself in one of them, walking down the aisle. You smiled, holding onto your champagne glass.

“Y/N.” One of the bridesmaids called, a pretty one with red hair. You didn’t quite remember what her name was, although you spent most of the afternoon talking to her.

“Yeah?” You asked, mind snapping back into reality.

“Any big plans for you with your lover boy?” She smirked, swirling the champagne in her glass. You shrugged, putting your empty cup down.

“I’ve never really thought about it before. I’m usually caught up in boring stuff like work.”

“They’re basically married anyways.” Katrina piped in, and you couldn’t help but blush.

“Maybe some day it could happen. I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with him.” You spoke up, a stupid grin spreading on your face. The girls all squealed, and the conversation continued on until the end of the ride. The girls exited the car with excitement, the church looking big and beautiful against the vast blue sky. You took your position behind Kat, and soon the reception started. You held onto the end of her veil as she paraded down the aisle, the people at the pews gasping at how beautiful she looked. You smiled, your heart swelling up with pride. You got to the end, and Katrina walked up the small steps to the head of the church, her hands interlocking with Sams. You looked at him, and he looked amazing. His hair had been styled and his suit was made just for him. The red accents of his suit matched perfectly with the roses decorating the church, and his eyes stood out. They both looked like a dream. The ceremony started and the priest spoke loudly, his voice bouncing off from the walls. You scanned the room, looking at all the faces in the pews. Family members and friends gathered in clumps. Some of them you knew, and some of them you didn’t. Your eyes jumped from one brides groom to another, them smiling and staring at the couple. All of them except for one. Your eyes locked with Jake, and your cheeks reddened lightly. He looked good. Damn good. His suit was black, just like the other bridegrooms, but he looked better. The red stood out more with him, and his styled pink hair made him look almost like an angel. He winked at you, biting his lip. You placed your hand on your mouth, giggling lightly. Your heart felt like it was about to run out of your chest.

“You look hot.” He mouthed from across the room, and you smirked.

“Hotter than you.” You mouthed back, and he put a hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt. You giggled again, this time a bit louder. You prayed that no one heard.

“I love you.” He mouthed, his dimples popping out. God you loved them.

“I love you too.” You smiled, and with that, you both looked away up to the couple who were saying their vows. Sam’s vows were your favorite. He was almost like a poet, which none of you expected. He wrote his emotions out and you had to admit, tears were rolling from your eyes. You looked at both Jake and Colby and saw them crying too. You laughed. They would never hear the end of it from you. Kat’s vows were beautiful and simple, and they only made you cry harder. You could feel the love from both of them radiating across the room. Sniffling could be heard all across until the kiss. Then, the room rumbled with cheers. The couple walked down the aisle, flower petals and rice being thrown at them from all directions. The bridesmaids met with the brides grooms, linking arms. Jake strutted towards you, his arm linking with yours, his fingers interlocking with yours.

“Told you you would cry.” You smirked, reaching up to kiss his cheek gently. He rolled his eyes, leading you out of the church. The newly married couple were already gone, making their way to the club on a vintage car. You made your way to Jakes car, your hand never leaving his.

“Nah, it was just sweat. Really hot in there. Should’ve seen Colby though. He sobbed.” He snorted, getting into the drivers seat.

“I think I definitely saw you cry more than him.” You looked at him sweetly, putting your head on his shoulder. He looked at you and then back to the wheel, making sure to drive carefully.

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you.” You smirked, and he laughed, kissing your forehead. The rest of the drive was led in comfortable silence and before you knew it, you were at the club. The night was a blur. You both drank too much and danced to the point where your feet hurt. The boys had played the video of Sam, and the room was roaring with laughter. Katrina and the girls took silly pictures. The mood over the whole club was a happy one. It was reaching near dawn before people started leaving. Katrina and Sam took their position on the stage, and everyone gathered around to hear what the newlyweds had to say.

“Thank you all so much for being here!” Katrina projected, her smile big and beautiful on her face. “I am so glad you all were able to embark on this journey with us. But now, there’s one more thing we are going to do before the night is officially over.” She nodded, and handed the mic to Sam. He kissed her cheek sweetly, and handed her the red bouquet of flowers she had been holding most of the night. The girls perked up, getting a little closer to the stage than before. You looked, and laughed. Your boyfriend squeezing your hips, head perched on yours.

“I wonder who’s gonna get it.” You remarked, laughing lightly as your eyes followed Kat as she spun around. The girls counted down from 3 and the bouquet flew, landing at the feet of a small girl, probably 11 at most. The other girls groaned, and you couldn’t help but laugh. You look up at Jake and laughed. He kissed your forehead sweetly, and let go of your waist.

“I want to marry you too.”

“What?” You whispered, turning around to face him.

“You told me you were thinking about marrying me. Well, I have too. All of today, actually. ” Your text from the day before was playing in your head. He laughed, holding your hand. “I picture you in a white dress walking down an aisle. It’s cliche as fuck but its true. I want that with you. I want to marry you.” He said. You kissed him, tears welling in your eyes. He kissed back, peppering kisses all over your face. The whole room awe’d, and you pulled away, blushing.

A year later you were at the same venue, but now it was you who got to throw the bouquet.

THE END

A/N: AHAHA SHE IS A LITTLE THICK I GOT WAY TOO CARRIED LMAO anyways I was being soft and I thought of this and like it’s so cute and jake is so cute and I actually love him so like omg yes enjoy!!

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 7 years ago

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Dancing in the dark (G.D.)

Summary: Less than an hour before their wedding, Y/N gets cold feet.

Warnings: none really, mostly fluff

Word count: 1831

I stood watching the line where heaven touched earth. My wide eyes witnessing the glowing collision. Sparks lit the sky as the glory of paradise descended further behind the seam of the world. I felt small as I glanced over my shoulder and saw my shadow slowly shrinking towards my feet. I looked back to the line, only a few bright streaks remained to signal heaven’s passing. The sun had set. The time was near. I knew I had about two hours tops to walk down that aisle to find him waiting at the alter.

It took us about five years to get here, but here we were..our wedding day. This entire day was spent in constant running around, making sure everything was done perfectly. We decided to have the ceremony and the reception in New Jersey, right in his backyard. The house was set far away from prying eyes of the public, surrounded by nature. I loved nature because it gave me a sense of freedom and peace that I could never find in the city. In nature I can be who I am, just a person.

Grayson Dolan felt like nature to me. I was always allowed to be myself, to let go of who I was and I was given courage to discover who I want to be. He was my safe haven, my home, my person.

So, here I was, standing in a room alone in silence with nothing but my thoughts. My usually unruly and unmanageable hair was in lustrous curls with a few small flowers pinned in it and it bounced as I walked across the room. The dress I chose was rather simple. It was long, but not puffy. There was a small trail behind me. The dress had long, lacy sleeves and the lace continued to wrap around my bust and my waist. I didn't put the heels on yet as I didn't want my feet to hurt when the time for the ceremony actually comes.

I didn't like being alone this long. My bridesmaids and mother left to take care of some last minute details which was probably some kind of a disaster they didn't want me fussing about. I looked at the bouquet that laid on the table before me. I was nervous. Incredibly so. My heart started beating so fast I was afraid it might actually pop out of my chest. My eyebrows frowned in worry and impatience. I glanced at the bouquet again ready to keep well away from the plants which were still beautifully deadly. They carried an otherworldly trance. I gulped. It was nearly time and I was losing my nerve and fast.

„I can't do this...I can't. I'm going to be the worst wife. I'm selfish and impatient and I'm going to ruin everything!“ I started talking to myself, well, more like shouting as I paced the room. Remember when I said I didn’t like being alone for long? This is why...I tend to overthink things and it never goes well for me.

A knock on the door broke my train of thought.

„Can I come in?“ I heard a muffled voice say through the door. It was Ethan, I could easily tell.

Just as I was about to say no and continue freaking out, Ethan walked in. He was stunningly handsome in a navy blue, fitting suit and a black tie I knew he hated to wear. His hair was perfectly tousled to look like it was effortless, although knowing him, it took an hour to get it right. The smile he had when he came in was immediately wiped off his face as he properly looked at me in awe.

„You look gorgeous, Y/N!“ he said and walked over to hug me and that's how he knew something was up.

„Your heart is beating so fast, it's like you're thinking of running away!“ He joked, but when I didn't laugh he got deadly serious.

„Are you thinking of running away?“ he asked.

„I don't know Ethan! I'm freaking out! My mind is racing, my entire wedding party left me alone! They should know better than that! With my commitment issues I was bound to be a flight risk! I can't breathe!“ I was rambling.

„Look, just, hold on, stay here! Okay? I'll be right back!“ Ethan said as he kissed my forehead and ran straight to the door.

Meanwhile....

Ethan burst through the door of Grayson's bedroom to find his little bro' standing in front of a mirror, checking himself out.

„Dude, you need to come with me now! You need to talk to Y/N!“ Ethan said as he started pushing Grayson out the door.

„Whoa, wait! Ethan, I can't see her before the wedding!“ Grayson pushes back, resulting in a little fight between the brothers.

„If you don't get your ass moving, there won't be a wedding!“ Ethan whisper-shouted.

„What do you mean?“ Gray questions.

„Your bride is freaking out and you need to talk to her. I have an idea, just follow me!“ Ethan orders and they both run to Y/N room.

Back to the bride...

The door swung open scaring me half to death.

„Ethan, what the hell?!“

„Just stay right in that spot and don't move, okay? Grayson is here. He wants to talk to you.“ Ethan says making my jaw drop.

„You know he can't see me before the wedding!“ I exclaim.

„He won't see you, okay? You and I both know he's the only one that can calm you down enough for this wedding to actually happen. I mean, he managed to talk you into accepting his proposal, this shouldn't be that difficult. Just trust me.“ Ethan says, turns off the lights and the darkness engulfs the room.

„Y/N?“ I hear his voice calling my name.

„Gray?“ I ask even tho' I knew it was him.

I hear his footsteps coming closer and I take a few of my own in his general direction to meet him halfway.

I yearned to be in his arms. It's been days since we last saw each other. In the darkness I feel his hand take mine and I smile even if he can't see it. He pulls me closer and wraps me in his arms.

„There you are, pretty girl.“ He says softly making me melt.

„You can't even see me in the dark, you big dork“, I challenge.

„I don't need my eyes to tell me you're beautiful when my heart already knows it.“ He answers.

I lean into his steady silhouette and only then do I feel my shaking body start to relax. I was safe. He was here. My Grayson was with me.

„So, I heard you were nervous?“ he chuckles.

„I'm terrified.“ I reply quietly.

„Dance with me“, he says abruptly.

„What? There's no music!“ I point out.

„So, what? It never stopped us before“, he replies making my heart skip a beat as a memory comes to life.

„Remember when you proposed?“ I ask as I place my arms around his neck and start swaying slowly. His hands find the small of my back and soon he joins me.

„How could I forget?“ He says as his face leans closer to mine.

„We were walking on the beach, just as the sun was setting on the horizon. I remember being so nervous I didn't even register what you were saying. I just tried to memorize every single detail. How the sand was still warm, the waves that crashed on the shore and occasionally caused you to jump up as the cold water touched you. I remember how your hair moved with the wind and you laughing wholeheartedly. I stopped and turned to you and asked you to dance with me.

I didn't care about the people around, nor did I care about the lack of actual music. I wanted to dance with you.“ He trailed off.

„And so we danced“, I continued.

„Then I got on one knee and asked you to spend the rest of your life with me.“

„And I almost passed out“ I chuckled remembering how I was caught off guard.

„But you still said yes, and now here we are. Dancing in the dark.”

Grayson was quiet for a moment: “Do you regret saying yes?“ He asked.

„Never. Not even for a second.“ I reply honestly and almost instantly.

„If you want, I can call it all off. Send everyone home and we can just Netflix and chill with a bunch of junk food“, he offered with sincerity in his voice.

I looked up in shock. I couldn't see his face, but I knew this was breaking him.

„You'd do that for me? You wouldn't be mad?“ I ask quietly.

„I'd do anything for you.“

„Don't you want to marry me?“ I question, worried that he was the one backing out now.

„I'll always want to marry you babe, just not at any cost. I love you and if this whole thing is causing you anxiety and stress...Well, marriage is more than just a ring worn or a signed piece of paper. It is supposed to be about the union of two hearts beating as one, each that would sacrifice themselves for the other's happiness and well-being. I have that right now and the whole wedding thing would be just to make it official so no one can steal you from me.“

„When did you become the wise one in this relationship“ I laugh as I stand on my tippy toes and lean in. Our lips met in a loving kiss that made all the nervousness fade away. I knew I was ready for anything as long as this man was standing right next to me.

"Thank you," I say in barely more than a whisper.

"For what?" He replies, his voice low and husky.

"For being you." My voice wavers, exhilarated from the tension between us. I gently lean in and kiss him again. Feeling him smile into the kiss I slowly pull away, our foreheads touching still.

„Let's get married.“ I say this time with confidence.

Right on time, Ethan comes back and starts dragging Grayson away.

„I'll see you at the alter“, Grayson manages to say and just before they close the door I yell „I'll be the one in white!“

I lean against the wall and place my fingers over my lips where I could still feel the tingly sensation where his soft lips were moments ago. I realize my alone time is over as the whole bridal party walks in and starts rushing me to the door.

„Are you ready, dear?“ My father asks with a smile on his face, trying to cover up the fact he'd been crying the whole day. His red, slightly puffy eyes were a clear tell.

„I'm ready“ I say and place my hand on my father's as I start the walk that will lead me to the rest of my life.

#grayson dolan #grayson and ethan #grayson dolan fanfic #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan fluff #grayson dolan x reader #ethan dolan #dolan twins #dolan twins fanfic #wedding #fluff

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blurry-fics · 7 years ago

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Favors: Part Ten

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1912

Author’s Note: Getting close to the end! Hope you guys like it.

As if on cue, everyone’s heads swiveled towards the start of the aisle. Sure enough, who you assumed could only be Nickie’s mother was walking down the aisle. She walked to the front and took a spot at the front, on the left side. Once she had taken her seat, the Officiant appeared and walked down the aisle, a book firmly clasped in his hand. He took his spot under the arch, smiling widely.

Next came the groomsmen, each paired off with one of the bridesmaids. Josh was walking with someone you didn't recognize, but based off of her striking similarity to Nickie, you could only assume it was her sister. You had to admit, he looked pretty handsome all dressed up in his tux.

Each pair split off as they reached the end of the aisle. You could see Josh searching the crowd casually. When his eyes met yours, he winked before smirking to himself. You rolled your eyes to yourself, but smiled nonetheless. Just then, heads were spinning around once again. Jeremy was walking down the aisle, his suit cleanly pressed and his blonde hair pushed back to perfection. He took his spot under the arch, a hint of nervousness on his face.

The ring bearer came next, followed closely by the flower girl. Tyler quickly explained that they were the kids of some nearby neighbors that the Duns were friends with. They each walked to the front of the aisle and took their places with the bridesmaids and groomsmen.

A few moments later, whispers of, “She’s coming,” filled the crowd, prompting everyone to stand up. Everyone turned to face the back of the aisle where Nickie was soon to appear.

There were more than a few audible gasps when she appeared, one of which you had to suppress yourself. Ashley was right about her dress: it fit her perfectly and made her look regal. Her already perfect hair was curled and pulled back, adorned with a few flowers here and there. Her veil fell to just above her hips and the flowers that she was carrying somehow managed to compliment her dress. Next to her was an old, somewhat balding man who could only be her father. The look on Jeremy’s face as she walked down the aisle was priceless.

Nickie gave her father one final kiss before he took his seat next to her mother. She quickly took her spot across from Jeremy, a bright smile on her face.

The ceremony wasn’t unlike many of the others you had been to. Jenna teared up a bit during their vows, to which Tyler quickly pulled her into his side and kissed her temple. Once the ceremony was over and the new Duns had kissed, they took each other’s hands and went running down the aisle together.

Derek stood up and walked to the front of the aisle.

“Alright, everyone. The wedding party is going to be taking a few pictures now so meanwhile, why don’t you all head to the barn and get the party started?”

All at once, everyone got up from their seats and started to move through the forest. Josh managed to make his way through the crowd and fall into step with you.

“Don’t you have pictures to be taking?” you asked.

“We’re both going the same way, can’t I walk with my beautiful girlfriend?” Josh smiled, taking hold of your hand.

Behind you, Ashley was making gagging sounds. Josh turned and shot her a look.

“Sorry, never thought you the type, Josh,” she shrugged.

Josh rolled his eyes and turned back to you.

“You going to be ok while I’m taking pictures?” he asked, giving your hand a light squeeze.

You nodded, “I’ve got some people I can hang around.”

“Great.”

“You look really nice in your tux,” you smiled up at him.

He looked almost surprised by your comment, “Thanks,” he smiled brightly.

“Tyler, stop!” you heard Jenna yell from behind you, although she didn’t sound angry.

You spun around to see Jenna slung over one of Tyler’s shoulders as he carried her through the crowd of people. Jenna was laughing from her position upside down on his back.

“Oh my goodness,” you laughed.

“C’mon, Josh. What are you waiting for?” Abigail coaxed from behind you.

Josh stopped in his tracks.

“Do not sling me upside down,” you held up a finger warningly.

“Fine, bridal style,” he smiled, scooping you up before you even had a chance to protest.

“Josh!” you squealed, quickly throwing your arms around his neck.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“Carrying you.”

“Yes, but why?”

“Because I love you,” he smiled.

Your eyebrows raised automatically, but you quickly lowered them. Never in your time of knowing Josh had you heard him tell a girl that he loved her, although you shouldn’t be worrying. It was all an act, after all.

“I love you too,” you smiled, putting one of your hands on the side of his face and pulling his cheek towards you.

“You know, as much as I hate you two showing any affection whatsoever, I haven’t seen you two properly kiss at all,” Abigail interjected

“Nothing like Tyler and Jenna over there,” Ashley added with a laugh.

“We don’t really kiss in front of people,” Josh quickly excused.

“C’mon, Josh, one small kiss?” Abigail pleaded. “Show the girl you love her.”

Josh turned to you and raised his eyebrows in question. You shrugged, what harm could come of it? Josh’s arm behind you tightened, bringing you closer to him. Your lips pressed together, and you could feel the warmth of it spreading throughout your body. Josh held you in the kiss, until Abigail interrupted that is.

“Ok! Ok! We get it! Make it stop!” she laughed.

Josh let you down from his arms so that you were once again walking. He grabbed your hand and held it tightly. Your head was reeling from everything that had just happened. You had kissed your best friend and...enjoyed it?

“Is my lipstick still on ok?” you laughed, looking up at Josh.

He squinted, “Yeah, it looks good. Do I have any lipstick on me?”

There was a slight stain from where you had kissed him on the cheek, so you stood on your toes and rubbed it away with your thumb.

“You wouldn’t want that on your face during pictures,” you smiled.

“Speaking of which, I should probably get to that. Don’t have too much fun before I get there,” he smiled, quickly kissing your cheek.

Once Josh disappeared, you fell back into step with everyone.

“That was one intense kiss,” Abigail smiled. “He really does love you.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty lucky,” you smiled.

You walked into the barn, which looked pretty much as it had yesterday. Those who weren’t part of the wedding party were standing around, talking to one another. It didn’t take you long to locate Tyler and Jenna.

“Hey,” Jenna smiled.

“Hi.”

“How long does it usually take them to do pictures?” Jenna asked.

“Anywhere from half an hour to an hour,” Tyler answered.

“Hey, they’re playing music,” Jenna smiled as she headed for the dance floor.

You followed Tyler and Jenna onto the dance floor, swaying your body slightly to the music. Your head was still reeling a bit from your kiss. Before you knew it, the wedding party had returned, prompting cheers from everyone.

Josh walked up beside you, “Alright, no more running off from here on out, until toasts that is,” he smiled.

“Ok,” you smiled back up at him.

“Everything go ok while I was gone?” he asked.

You nodded, “We just danced a little bit.”

“Without me?” he laughed.

“You were busy!”

“Well, would you like to dance now?” Josh asked.

You pretended to think it over for a moment, “Ok.”

You and Josh bounced around on the dance floor for awhile until Derek made you all clear it, announcing that it was time for the bride and groom’s first dance together. Jeremy escorted Nickie to the floor, the light reflecting off the small gems in her hair. They took their spot in the middle of the floor and the music started to play.

Josh wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to his hip. You leaned your head against his shoulder as you watched the new couple dance. The song finished and another slow one started to play. Couples started to move towards the dance floor, and Josh held out an arm.

“Care to join me?” he laughed.

You rolled your eyes with a shake of your head, but linked your arm with his nonetheless. You headed to the dance floor amidst all the other couples.

“Not too low, Dun,” you said as Josh placed his hand on your waist.

Josh smirked as he lowered his hand slightly, “Sorry, can’t resist.”

You shot him a look, which only caused him to smile. You danced in silence, simply enjoying each other’s company, although that wouldn’t stop your mind from racing. Everything that had happened: the kiss, the flirting, the hand holding, it all felt so natural. You were beginning to think that the “feelings” you had for Josh weren’t so fake.

“Mind if I steal her?” someone asked.

You were suddenly brought back into reality. Tyler was looking between you and Josh. You hadn’t even realized that the song had ended.

“She’s all yours,” Josh smiled. “Just so long as I get Jenna.”

“Knock yourself out.”

Josh let go of you, leaving a warm impression on your hip where his hand had been resting. Tyler took his place, his hand significantly higher than where Josh’s had been.

“Hey, are you doing ok? You looked pretty out of it when you were dancing with Josh,” he asked quietly.

“There’s a lot on my mind right now, I guess.”

“You want to talk about it?”

You shook your head, “I just need some time to think it over, I guess. I might walk down to the lake after this dance, actually. Clear my head a bit.”

Tyler nodded, “I’ll let people know, if they notice you missing.”

“Thanks, Ty.”

The rest of your dance was silent, your head still spinning with confusion. As soon as the dance ended, you told Tyler you were off before quickly disappearing out of the barn unnoticed. Your heels crunched through the gravel as you walked through the cool air towards the lake. The sun was just beginning to set as you walked, the air barely causing the hair on you arm to rise.

It took you barely any time to reach the lake. The sight of the trees reflecting on the water helped to calm your nerves a bit, but your mind still continued to race. You wanted nothing more than to sit on the swing and fly out over the water like you had the day before, but you figured it was probably best that you didn’t run the risk of wrinkling your dress, especially since there was still quite a bit of the reception left.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the crunching of gravel behind you. You remained facing the water, too scared to turn and face who was no doubt behind you.

“Y/N,” Josh’s voice broke the silence of the area around you.

You spun around to face him, your heart pounding in your chest.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” he said plainly, nervousness barely detectable in his voice.

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generouslyfreeearthquake · 4 years ago

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creativeashproductions · 7 years ago

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Kindred // Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Fresh out of high school in a huge accomplishment and step in life but why be that type of person when you could dive into a new challenge. Especially with your favourite person in the world. Even if it means losing people, it always means you gain more people.

Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader, Scott McCall, Melissa McCall, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Liam Dunbar, Sheriff Stilinski, Claudia Stilinski, Kira Yukimura (mentioned), Hayden Romero, Derek Hale and Peter Hale.

Words: 2585

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters. I do not own any gifs that appear in this either. The images are from google and I take NO credit for them.

Warnings: Possible swearing, mention of supernatural, estranged parents and fluff.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: A short but sweet piece of writing that’s been in my mind for weeks.

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More than half the town was calling you an idiot for what you were doing with your life. For a multitude of reasons, firstly you had graduated high school yesterday and you were getting married today. Now it wasn’t college you graduated from but instead you were new flesh for the adult world.

The white dress was exactly what you wanted since you were a little girl dreaming on her bay window bench. The flowers were something you had chosen as a tribute to a lovely person that you wished you would have met.

“Are you ready?” Melissa asked from the doorway. She was dressed in a beautiful dress that you surely thought put yours in a gutter.

“I-I think I am.” You trailed off blinking, “I’m getting married.”

“You are.”

“And my parents aren’t here.” You said next. They hadn’t supported your relationship at all and had disowned you on the spot.

“You have a parent.” Melissa said brushing a tear that was escaping your eye.  “Dad told me I was dead to him. Mom said she was disappointed I was marrying from a trash family.” Your smile was watery at best.

“You have me.” Melissa said squeezing your shoulders leaning back to look at your face, “I love you.”

“Love you too.” You sniffled hugging the lady that loved you more than you could have wished for.

“Let’s get out there.” Melissa grinned guiding you out the door holding onto the train of your gown. You had gotten it at an amazing discount deal due to a rip in a seam that Melissa easily fixed. The doors came into view where you were to be married with a small circle of your closest friends.

“I’m scared.” You admitted looking at her, “What if Lydia objects to the marriage?”

“You know Lydia is over him, it was a harmless crush that developed and disappeared as fast.” Melissa soothed as the music began and you linked your arm with hers.

“Thank you for walking me down the aisle.” You lightly smiled at the older woman with years of wisdom. Melissa squeezed your arm in support as the doors opened letting the music reach your eyes in such a beautiful elevated sound.

At the end of the aisle was Stiles dressed in a sharp suit from a cheap store. Scott, Liam, and Noah were the groomsmen while Malia, and Lydia were the bridesmaids with a childhood friend also. There was a small thing though, your last bridesmaid was just a picture frame holding a face. Claudia Stilinski to be exact.

“Oh my gosh.” Hayden breathed as she turned to see you slowly making your way to Stiles. Her sister and her had made the trip out to watch you get married whereas Kira had RSVP with a no due to being with the skinwalkers and watching Scott be with Malia.

Derek sat stoic in the front row still brutally salty on not being one of the groomsmen because you wanted it to be intimate for the ceremony. Peter was with him having snuck in at the right time.

“Dearly beloved we are gathered here to watch the love of Stiles Stilinski and Y/N Y/L/N unite in a union forever. The union that is built through life is one breathtaking journeys you’ll ever make in life. Soon you’ll take the time to teach your children how to navigate the journey of life. Thank you for letting me help you start that chapter. Stiles Stilinski, do you take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The Officiant asked. 

“I do.” Stiles stuttered holding your equally clammy hands.

“Y/N Y/L/N, do you take Stiles Stilinski to be your lawfully wedded husband?”  “I do.”

The officiant created a visual scenery for the ceremony until he gave it to you and Stiles to finish with the vows.

“I, Stiles Stilinski, take you to be my lawfully wedded life until my last breath and then for eternity. Our marriage won’t be easy nor will it be the hardest but it will be balanced by our love for each other. I promise to listen to your words and love you until the end of eternity.” Stiles said squeezing your hands tight in his as he slipped the ring onto your finger to sit next to the small engagement ring.

“I, Y/N Y/L/N, take you to be my lawfully wedded husband for all of our life. I promise to laugh at your dumb jokes and be half the couple that tell a joke together. I promise to never be impatient with you or our children if they take after you. I promise to never distrust our major.” You responded with a watery smile.

The officiant asked for the rings from Scott causing a small scene as he nearly dropped them in his attempt to hand them over. Malia snickered from the sound before Scott poked his tongue out to her.

“Repeat after me Stiles.” The officiant, “I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment to you, our marriage and our future together.”

“I, Stiles Stilinski, give you this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment to you, our marriage and our future together.”

“Y/N, please repeat after me. I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment to you, our marriage and our future together.”

“I, Y/N, give you this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment to you, our marriage and our future together.”.”

“By the power invested in me I pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!” The officiant called out, “Ladies and gentlemen I present Mr and Mrs. Stiles Stilinski!”

The small crowd of people stood up cheering with such excitement as you raced down the isle to your choice of transportation. The jeep that had been a part of your relationship from the start and it would be a staple in your life together.

“I love you.” Stiles smiled with his forehead pressed against yours.

“I love you.” You grinned before sharing a lovely kiss before he carefully helped you into the passenger seat. On it was a sticky note you easy recognized as Scott’s hand writing.

Y/N Stilinski, I’ll see you at your reception but I’m still staking a claim on the passenger seat. You’re probably shaking your head in disagreement but we both know that seat will forever be mine.

I’m kidding by the way. Just remember my blood has stained that seat many times and I hope you don’t have the same experience. Congratulations for taking the plunge of accepting clumsiness, sarcasm and bad jokes for the rest of your life.

Love you kid,

McCall.

It was such as Scott thing to do especially when you found the little box situated further up the floor. A box rested against the mat with a cheeky wrapping paper. You hesitantly picked it up in your hand feeling the light weight of it.

 “Uh Stiles?”

“Yeah baby?” Stiles hummed squeezing your hand. His attention was fully on the road but you knew he was dreaming about the wedding still.

“Did you drop this?”

“Drop what?” Stiles asked looking over to see the box. He quickly pulled over to lean over the box with curiosity, “I have no clue on what this is.”

You shared a look before carefully opening the box together both becoming still at the contents. Nestled in material similar to cotton balls were a few items. Two condoms in the exact style as the ones that sometimes decorated the bedroom floor of Stiles house. The other was a key resting on top of another note.

 “What the hell?!” You screeched embarrassed to see the condoms.

“We could use those.”

“How are we going to face everyone at the reception?!”  

“We’re married love. It shouldn’t bother people now.” Stiles chuckled caressing your cheek with his calloused fingers.

You grunted putting the lid back on the box deciding against the embarrassing note that would surely show. Instead you put it in the backseat and instead pulled a larger box out that you had hid from Lydia. You opened it to reveal flats that Lydia would strongly discourage but you didn’t have the years of experience wearing heels.

“Lydia’s gonna kill ya.” Stiles sung as he pulled into school parking lot. Stiles and Scott had been adamant on having the reception on the lacrosse field because that’s where your love story with Stiles began.

“I think she doesn’t want to get blood on her clothing and she wouldn’t dare expose the supernatural to everyone.” You sighed as Stiles helped you get out of the jeep to a well occupied field. Even Finstock was there.

“There they are!” Scott beamed coming over to slap Stiles on the back and hug you. Out of everyone you were pretty sure that Scott was the most emotional person at the wedding, “I still can’t believe you guys are married!”

“What the hell.” Both Stiles and you tensed when a certain pissed off girl stood with her arms folded and one hip to the side.

“Hey Lydia.” You winced at the heat the girl could aim at you in one glance.

“Where are you heels?”

“She’s wearing them.” Stiles scoffed shifting on his feet.

“I doubt her five inch heels could take her back to her natural height.” Lydia rolled her eyes at Stiles before sighing, “I’m proud you actually wore them that long.”

Your eyes caught Scott and Malia having a conversation near the borrowed long table holding the needed serving pots. In each hand they had punch while they stole glances at each other. Lydia was hiding a smile as Parrish was explaining something about work.

“Did you open the box?” Sheriff said pulling Stiles into a hug first before hugging you next.

“Uh…you put the condoms in the box?” Stiles trailed off watching his Dad’s expression change dramatically.

“Scott added to the box?” Sheriff sighed shaking his head, “Did you see the key?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you read the note?” Sheriff sighed rubbing his face.

“Not exactly.” You admitted, “I thought it was going to be something vulgar.”

“It’s a wedding gift from me.” Muttering something under his breath Stiles took off back to the jeep to grab the box.

“I want to thank you for what you did.” Sheriff smiled squeezing your shoulder in his hand.

“What did I do?” You questioned.

“You brought a little bit of Claudia into the wedding.” Sheriff sadly smiled, “I didn’t think it was possible but you made my love for you grow. Your my daughter now Y/N and I can’t think of anyone better for my son and for the last time call me Dad or Noah.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.” Noah grinned just as Stiles came, tripping on his way over, with the box in hand. Searching for eyes he shoved the square foils into his pocket before pulling the note out.

Stiles and Y/N

My wedding gift for my children is something no one really knows about. You’ve come to know why we don’t visit my father but there’s one thing I kept from you all. The Stilinski family had a family house that was passed down generation to generation, it’s a well kept home in Beacon Hills that I was never able to visit. Once my father moved into the nursing home the house was passed down to Claudia and I but I didn’t want to have a family in that house. I never had the heart to sell it so I’ve kept it up in shape although it will needs some renovations. It’s my gift for you to officially wipe the violent history from the house and paint it with your love. It will be there when you come back from college and even if you only have it as a vacation home just know that you’ll always have a home of your own in Beacon Hills.

-Dad

You were shocked reading the note. Stiles froze as he read it once more before he looked up to see his dad standing there with a small smile. You lunged to hug your father in law while Stiles ran his finger over the shiny key.  “Thank you.” You whispered into his shoulder.

“I thought you newlyweds would like a place of your own before you head for Virginia.” Noah said before starting to walk off, “I’ll give you the address when you’re done here.”

“A house.” Stiles numbly said, “We had money troubles when the deadpool was going on and he could have sold the house to pay and he didn’t.”

“It sounds like it’s important.” You calmly replied rubbing his shoulder, “We have some mingling to do honey.”

After a few hours you were dead on your feet from the emotional overhaul of graduating and getting married in the same week. Something you would have never expected in your entire life but with Beacon Hills you were always waiting for the supernatural shoe to drop.

“I’m exhausted.” You groaned leaning heavily on your husband’s arm.

“Dad pulled me aside. Told me he moved our stuff to the house for essentials.” Stiles said helping you once more get into the jeep, “I’m sorry I can’t take you on a honeymoon.”

“Stiles. We’re living in our own house for the summer. We have years to take vacations to make up for it.” You smiled as he turned on the jeep easily for the first time in a long time, “Besides we should save money for another vehicle. This jeep isn’t exactly baby safe.”

“Wait! Are you..?”

“No!” You exclaimed, “I’m just saying that when we have a child we need a safe and reliable vehicle.”

Stiles brought your hand to kiss the back as he plugged the address to the house into his phone’s GPS. You swear you recognized the area that it was in but you couldn’t place it in your mind. You liked where it was situated in a short distance from the McCall house, the Stilinski house and not that far from your parents if they decided to accept your marriage.

“This is adorable.” You breathed as you pulled into the nice sized driveway near a good sized house.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know about it.” Stiles chuckled, “I thought I would have discovered it at some point.”

“I find it actually cool that your Dad gave it to us. It was a welcome surprise because I’d rather not spend our wedding night with your Dad.” You giggled as your walked up to the door that hid away the home you would make it.

Stiles grinned as he struggled to sweep you off your feet without dropping you. He did however struggle to open the door before your head hit the doorframe.

“Shit! Sorry!” Stiles winced as he stumbled his way through the dark until your hand accidentally switched the light on. The house was breathtaking with the furniture that was definitely second hand but you could see the painting would need to be redone. The carpet could be junked for hardwood or carpet again but you adored it.

“Home.” You breathed. Nothing had felt so right in your life before you stepped into your home with your husband.

“Let’s check out the bedroom!” Stiles exclaimed making a break for the staircase.

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The Florist.

A/N: I’ve always wanted to do a florist AU 😅 so here it is! I was watching ‘The Sign Of Three’ and saw the perfect opportunity to write this one shot!

I hope you all enjoy! 😁

You finished hand-tying a bunch of peonies together when the bell above the door dinged and the door opened. You looked up to the door with a smile, pleasantly surprised seeing a regular face pop through the door. “Hello Greg,” you smiled and walked over to a bunch of flowers that were lying in a water bucket “Your usual.” You smiled and handed them over to him. A bunch of sunflowers, wrapped in brown paper and tied with purple string. “Thanks Y/N,” he took them with a smile before handing you over a fistful of money to pay for them “See you next week!” He turned in his heel and left again. You watched him curiously as he left, he was such a peculiar customer. Each week he’d come in-Monday at half five to be exact-and buy a bunch of sunflowers. You assumed for his wife, husband, girlfriend, boyfriend…anyone who held a special place in his heart.

Your heart sank at the thought of him going home and surprising the person he loved with those flowers. It made you jealous. Over the past year Greg has been coming into your shop you had grown fond of him. More than fond… He was charming and smart and funny. After the first few weeks he cracked his first plant pun. You remembered it as you brushed your fingers over an aloe vera plant. You could hear Greg’s voice in your head as he held it to your face and said “Aloe there Y/N,” to you with a large grin. You smiled to yourself and went back to bunching up bouquets of flowers. The door opened again “Hello Y/N!” You glanced up from arranging the peonies “Hi Mary,” you wiped your hands on your apron and walked around to hug her “How’s it going?” “Stressful!” She let out a half laugh “But I know there’s one thing not to be stressed about…” she trailed off and gave you a knowing look. You rolled your eyes with a smile and motioned her to follow you through to the back. You grabbed your order book and various photos, playing them out in a table, brushing away the stray leaves and cut stems. “So I was thinking about these,” you showed her a picture of white roses “For the groomsmen. I can add a hint of lilac because I know those are the sort of colours your going for.” “And it’s the colour of your bridesmaid dress…” she smirked “Which you have a fitting for next Monday so remember that.”

“I will,” you smiled and glanced back down to choose a bridal bouquet. “I’d like a flower crown too! Can I get it attached to my veil?” Mary batted her eyelashes at you and you couldn’t say no to your best and longest friend. “I’ll see what I can do,” the smile on your face grew larger as she squealed with delight, jumping up and down on the spot. She engulfed you in a hug, almost tackling you to the floor “Thank you so, so, so much!” She pecked your cheek “You’re making everything so perfect!” “Anything for my best friend,” you winked and pulled back “So I’ll go ahead and order various white, cream, lilac and yellow flowers. I’ll set them up the day before.” “John, Sherlock and I will help. I know you’ll order tonnes!” “Me?!” You dramatically gasped “That’s outrageous!” You smirked “Instead of ordering a large forest I’ll order a small one.” Mary let out a giggle and thanked you again before she had to leave. You walked her out and returned to your flowers again. — You fidgeted about on the spot, constantly looking up to the clock and working out in your head how long it would take you to get from the bridal shop to your flower shop. It would take ten minutes in a cab if you changed quickly and left within the next five minutes. “I really have to go Mary. Look the dress fits me and it’s beautiful!” You stepped off the podium and rushed to the changing room. Mary came after you and knocked on the door. “Why are you so desperate to get back to the shop?” She asked. “I have a customer coming that can’t miss their order…” you trailed off and slipped on your top and jeans, opening the door and handing the bridesmaids dress to Mary “See you soon, yeah?” You pecked her cheek and Mary nodded in agreement before you rushed out the door. You hailed a cab and thankfully you managed to get back to the shop just as you saw Greg walking up the street. “Thanks!” You uttered to the cab driver and handed over the correct change. You burst out the cab, almost right into Greg’s arms “Sorry!” You straightened yourself up “Sorry!” “It’s alright!” Greg reassured with a smile “You look like you’ve been dragged through a hedge or something!” He giggled and despite you being flustered, you smiled. “Yeah I was just at a dress fitting. My best friend is getting married and I’m a bridesmaid.” You opened the shutters to the shop and walked in with Greg. “I tried to get back in time for you.” “I would have waited even if you weren’t here…” he trailed off in a low tone and you looked over your shoulder to him, surprised to see him looking at you. You grabbed the bunch of sunflowers that you had prepared in advance. “Thank you, perfect as always.” “Nothing less for my best customer!” You chirped before going a little wide eyed. Did you just flirt with him? You quickly handed them over to him “Thanks Y/N, sorry you had to rush back for me.” You could hear the guilt lacked in his voice and placed a hand on his forearm “No, don’t feel bad,” you noticed where your hand was and quickly whipped it away “It’s not a problem.”

Greg nodded with a grin on his face and turned to leave. He suddenly stopped and your eyes widened ever so slightly, he turned and inhaled a gulp of air as if he was about to announce something grand but all he could nervously utter out was a 'Thanks again’ before turning to rush out the door. — You tossed up a handful of confetti in the air with a smile over Mary and John. Mary looked over to you with a wide smile and extended her arms you walked over to her and she engulfed you in a hug “You’ve outdone yourself! The flowers are incredible! You also made me a flower crown!” She squealed with delight. “Thank you Y/N, I mean it.” Mary kissed your cheek and smiled widely “Come on you’re getting a photo with me!” She said it in a tone that you knew you couldn’t refuse. She wrapped an arm around you and you smiled at the camera before that smile fell when you saw a familiar silver-haired man in the distance in a blue suit standing next to another man and a woman who was beautifully dressed in an outfit that was similar to a sunflowers petal. She must have been the one receiving the flowers every week. “You okay?” Mary noticed how quick you changed your fallen expression to a fake smile. “Yeah! Course!” You assured a bit to o enthusiastically. “Y/N…” she trailed off almost warningly “You can’t hide things from me. What’s wrong?” “I’ll tell you later. Promise.” Mary nodded and you helped her with her dress as you moved from outside into the reception hall. You sat beside her at the top table. You caught sight of Greg again sitting beside the woman you saw earlier. Sighing, you picked up your wine glass and downed the rest that was in it. Greg found himself sipping on a pint and chatting away to Mrs Hudson “Its been such a lovely day hasn’t it?” She gushed “John and Mary are such a beautiful couple! I’m sure you’ll be in a situation like this soon Greg!” She warmly smiled and Greg nodded with a thin smile. He wasn’t so sure. “The bridesmaids are in such a lovely colour. I’m sure Mary said one of them did all the flower arrangements for today. She must have been rushed off her feet, they are phenomenal!” Greg looked at the flowers on the middle of the table and his eyes slowly moved up to the top table. His mouth fell open and he almost dropped his pint. “Y/N…?” He whispered so quietly that not even Mrs Hudson heard him. “So are you going to tell me what that little moment was earlier?” Mary pried. You let it a sigh and played with your napkin nervously between your fingers “You know that customer I was telling you about? The one that comes in every Monday for sunflowers?” “Yes…?” Mary trailed off, waiting for you to continue. “He’s right over there, in the blue suit.” You discreetly looked over and Mary did the same. She let out a gasp and a delighted squeal, attracting attention to herself and you slid down in your seat slightly, covering your reddening face. “Greg?!” “Shhh! You’re making it obvious!” You whispered. Mary smiled and lightly chortled “Oh this is so good! Are you going to ask him for a dance?”

“What no!” You sat upright in your seat again “He’s with his-” “-No one,” Mary nudged you slightly and your brows knitted together. “What? What do you mean by no one?” “Greg didn’t bring anyone with him,” Mary’s smirk almost said it all. You looked over to him again “But the girl sitting next to him-” Mary cut you off again “-Is a friend. That’s Molly, she’s with Tom. The one with the curly hair.” Your heart raced and you felt a burst of hope run through your veins “You’re sure he’s not with or seeing anyone? I don’t want to make a complete fool of myself…” “I am one thousand percent sure. Talk with him after dinner, ask him to dance! You never know where the night might lead to…” Mary suggestively wiggled her eyebrows “His bedroom maybe…” “Mary!” You gasped and tried your best to put on a scolding voice but ended up in a fit of giggles with her. “Yeah,” you bit down on your lip and looked up to him again without him noticing “I think I’ll talk to him later.” — That moment almost never happened. Sherlock, being the genius that he is, managed to solve a murder. Solve a murder at a wedding? It certainly didn’t conform with tradition. Greg had to leave to arrest the man but he arrived back after an hour. “I thought it was you…” You turned on the spot and bashfully smiled “Hi Greg,” he walked up to you “Interesting day huh?” Greg shared a laugh with you before it died down in your throat. It remained silent for a minute, the only noise you could hear was the muffled music coming from the reception hall. Greg cleared his throat “You here with anyone?” “No,” you shook your head “Mary did ask if I wanted to bring a plus one but I didn’t have anyone to bring…” you trailed off and nervously chewed the inside of your lip. “Me too,” Greg mentioned as if it was nothing. “It was funny actually,” you began your confession with a trembling chuckle “I thought you were here with the woman in the yellow dress sitting next to you.” “Molly? Oh no, she’s with Tom. Just a friend of mine. Mrs Hudson, the woman who was sitting next to me, said you did all the flower arrangements.”

You nodded “Yeah I did. Mary has been my longest friend. Even had the request to make her a flower crown. I couldn’t say no!” It went quiet again and you broke the silence “Your order is ready for Monday.” “Oh the flowers! Of course!” Greg smiled and gently rocked back and forth from the balls of his feet to his heels with his hands behind his back. “W-w-would you like to take a walk with me?” You silently nodded and followed him outside into the gardens and beyond in a comfortable silence. The sun was setting and the sky looked like it was on fire with the hues of yellow and orange and red mingling together above your head. You subconsciously raised a brow noticing that you were walking back into where John and Mary married a few hours ago. You noticed a few headstones scattered about before gently bumping into Greg as he came to a sudden stop. “Oh sorry!” “That’s alright,” he sent you a reassuring smile. You looked to where he was looking. His attention was focused on a small black marble headstone with a bunch of sunflowers by it. “My mum loved them…” he trailed off and you placed a hand on his forearm. “I’m sorry…” you softly whispered. Feeling almost guilty at assuming the flowers were for a significant other. “It’s alright,” he turned to you with a smile “Your flowers make it a bit more bearable, she used to grow sunflowers. They were her favourite.” You softly smiled at him, Greg saw your sorrow and compassion and he placed his hand on top of yours. Without thinking you embraced him in a hug, one that he gladly accepted. “Are you cold?” He traced his hands over your cool arms. “A bit, It’s alright! Mary’s wise idea of a sleeveless dress!” Greg removed his jacket and placed it over your shoulders. “Lets head back…” — “Did you always want to be a Florist?” He asked as you walked back. “Yes,” you nodded with a wide smile “It’s a beautiful job.” “You’re perfect for it then,” you felt your cheeks burn and you bashfully looked to the ground as you walked into the reception hall. You handed Greg back his jacket and he lightly held onto your hand afterwards. “Do you want to dance?” You silently nodded and he lead you to the dance floor. You gently swayed with him, keeping perfect tempo. He held you closer and closer each time he spun around and you found your chin resting on his shoulder by the end of the song. When it ended he only had to turn his head an inch to bump noses with you. He began to lean in before jumping at Mary’s touch. “I’m about to toss the bouquet! Line up Y/N!” You broke away from Greg with a wobbly smile. Mary dashed off and you watched her leave “I hate that sort of thing…” your laugh was dry. You turned away and lined up beside everyone else. You rolled your eyes and exhaled all the air from your lungs at the silly tradition. You gasped seeing something being tossed towards you, holding your arms out as an automatic response. You found Mary’s bouquet that you created for her in your arms.

The bride winked at you and you turned to Greg with a shocked expression. He looked slightly surprised but…happy? “This is mad! That sort of thing never happens to me!” You laughed and walked up to him. You looked down at the flowers and took out a rose, placing it in Greg’s pocket. Before you pulled your hand away he held onto it and brought it to his lips. Your breath hitched and you slowly peeled it away from his mouth. “Can I kiss you?” He asked in a shy whisper. You cockily smirked “You just did…” Greg let out a bark of laughter at your quick wit. “Greg,” his name left your mouth so beautifully that the Di almost went weak at the knees “You don’t have to ask…” With a proud smirk he pressed his lips to yours. Your hand found itself on his cheek as he kissed with more force. He had to break away to breathe. After inhaling a gulp of air, he did it again. — “Your usual…” you went to hand a bunch of sunflowers, wrapped in brown paper and tied with purple string over to him but teasingly pulled them away. “You’re in a playful mood,” Greg smiled and pecked your lips “Are you coming with me?” “Of course,” you handed Greg the flowers and removed your apron. Greg lightly gasped and you looked up to him with wide eyes “What’s wrong?” “You’ve hurt yourself,” he held your left hand and you rolled your eyes with a half smile at his dramatic outburst. “Calm down drama queen, it’s just a scratch from a rose thorn!” “Yes but it takes your attention away from the wedding ring I took so much time in choosing!” He pressed the ring to his lips. He admired it for a moment, the ring that was a gold band with little roses engraved on it. “It doesn’t, the ring gets all the attention,” you assured “We should get going.” “Of course, after you…” Greg moved to the side and over enthusiastically showed you the door. You laughed and intertwined your arm with his, walking out of the brightly coloured flower shop with a bunch of sunflowers in hand. ——————— Tags: (Let me know if you’d like to be tagged/Untagged) (tagging my regulars!)

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