#and anthonys absolutely stunned silence when he said “you have to marry her”

[variksel]

anthony burch 🤝 brennan lee mulligan

being totally caught off-guard by one of their players' reactions to a reveal about their character lore being jokey and happy instead of shock and sadness

[chilling-seavey]

Idk I’d you take requests for the all three girls blurbs but I think it would be so cute to do Daniel at each of the girls weddings and what he’s like and their father daughter dance ahhh that would be so cute!!

Sorry this one took so long!! I wanted to put a good amount of work into it because it’s such a special ask. Thank you for this one 🧡🥰

This one’s ordered by date x 

May 27, 2045

Penelope

Art Gallery of Ontario

Daniel’s dress shoes clicked softly against the wooden floors as he slowly navigated his way through the large empty rooms framed in paintings. The room at the end was lit dimly and trimmed in elegant crown moulding against soft teal walls, a single black fabric bench sat in the center facing towards the large framed canvas on the opposite wall from the entrance door. Daniel stopped in the doorway, his gaze lingering on the back of the young woman sat facing away from him, her dark hair falling in loose curls over her back, the white lace dress puffed out around her waist and over the black fabric she sat on. He slipped his hands in his pockets as he continued into the room, the click of his shoes making her turn to look up at him.

Her bright blue eyes were framed with soft makeup, a blush of pink spread over her cheeks, and her lips finished with a bit of shine, her dark hair pinned back from her face with a small white magnolia flower.

“Oh, Penelope.” Daniel breathed, biting his lip to keep from crying as he stared down at his daughter dressed in white.

“Do I look okay, Daddy?” she asked softly, nervously.

“You look breathtaking.” Daniel whispered, carefully sitting down beside her as she moved the skirt of her dress out of his way to give him room. He kept his eyes on her face as if studying her, as if he hadn’t been waking up to her sweet face greeting him for nearly 25 years. “So beautiful.”

Penelope gave him a small smile before carefully leaning her head against his shoulder, turning back to stare at the painting she was first looking at. Daniel set his hand on her back, rubbing small circles over the lace back of the dress as they sat in silence together. They both just needed a moment to breathe; Penelope was about to be married in mere minutes and Daniel was giving away his daughter at the very same time. His first one to be married and not need him anymore; his sweet little Penelope; the shyest and quietest and most fearful of life, but there she was, going out on her own like she owned the world.

“Are you scared?” Daniel asked quietly.

“Yeah.” Penelope breathed. “So excited but so terribly scared.”

Daniel hummed, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Is this how you felt when you married Mommy?”

“Oh, yes.” Daniel chuckled lightly at the memory, slipping his hand from her back to set in hers and she tucked her manicured fingers through his. “You know what calmed me down though?”

“What?” Penelope glanced up at him.

“My sweet little Penelope taking a quick nap on my chest before the ceremony.” Daniel whispered, brushing her bangs out of her eyes.

“Really?” Penelope’s bottom lip trembled a little.

“Yep.” Daniel sighed, giving her hand a squeeze. “You were my comfort, letting me know that everything was going to be so great.”

“And now that’s what you’re doing for me.” Penelope grinned, her little dimples appearing on her cheeks and Daniel could only pull a tight smile to keep from crying, pressing a lingering kiss to her head.

“I love you, bug. I’m so proud of you.” Daniel whispered as she leaned her head back on his shoulder.

“I love you, Daddy. Thank you for my life.” Penelope breathed, holding tight to his arm and she let her eyes close through her steadying breaths.

Daniel couldn’t hold the tears in anymore, pinching the bridge of his nose as a few drops escaped his eyes and trickled down his cheeks. His small sob had Penelope raising her head to look at him.

She could only wrap her arms around his shoulders and pull him into a tight hug, both of them squeezing their eyes shut to try and hold onto that moment even just a second longer. How had it already been nearly 25 years since she was born? 25 years of late-night cuddles and drying tears and laughing until they were breathless.

“You changed my life, baby girl.” Daniel breathed against her shoulder, rubbing his hand over her back. “25 incredible years and I wouldn’t change a second of it.”

“I’m not dying, Daddy.” Penelope chuckled, pulling back from their hug just enough to look at him, holding the sleeves of his suit jacket in her hands.

“I know. But your life is just starting.” Daniel smiled softly.

“You better not be convincing her to back out.”

The father and daughter turned to the doorway where Christian stood in his own suit and tie, arm crossed over his chest and a playful smile on his face. Penelope shook her head and held out her hand to him so he could come join them on her other side.

“You look stunning, Nell.” Christian breathed as he sat down with them, running his fingers over the faint floral pattern over her full skirt.

“Thank you.” Penelope smiled at him.

Christian took one look at Daniel’s tearful eyes, “Oh no, I just walked into a cry-fest, didn’t I? I’m not prepared to cry right now, I told myself I wouldn’t.”

Penelope linked her other arm in his and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “It’s okay, Chi-Chi.”

Christian and Daniel simply looked at each other and then to the bride and Christian’s eyes filled with tears as he looked at her, his sweet little niece who wasn’t so little anymore. He quickly looked away with a forced chuckle to try and compose himself.

“Wow, Nell. You know how to move a room.” Christian breathed shakily.

Daniel and Penelope chuckled lightly together and she took both of their hands in hers, looking between them, “My favourite guys in the whole world no matter what.”

The brothers shared their ‘I love you’s to the sweet young woman between them, pressing a kiss each to her cheek.

“You were my bride first. Remember that.” Christian whispered teasingly. Daniel smacked his brother upside the head, making Penelope laugh lightly.

“Yep. I know. You won’t ever let me forget it.” Penelope rolled her eyes at the hazy memory.  

“How’d you get so grown up, huh?” Christian tisked, giving her hand a small squeeze.

“Daddy raised me right.” Penelope boasted, earning a proud smile from her father and a teasing scoff from her uncle. “But both of you taught me how real men should act and always treated me like a princess.”

“You deserve nothing less.” Daniel smiled.

“Nothing but the absolute best.” Christian agreed. “But we gotta go because Florence sent me in here to get you guys…procession is in, like, barely five minutes.”

“Okay.” Daniel took a deep breath that mirrored his daughter’s and the three of them stood up to head towards the main courtyard where the ceremony was to be held.

Daniel and Penelope walked arm in arm back through the empty galleries, neither speaking a word the whole way. Christian walked a few paces behind them, giving them their moment as father and daughter before Daniel was to give her away, only stepping in to help lift the train of her dress as they headed downstairs to the foyer of the gallery. The groomsmen and bridesmaids were waiting for them, Clementine and Lucy among them, as well as Florence and she greeted her husband with a quick kiss before taking her middle daughter’s hands and leading her forward a little.

“Let’s take a look at you, beautiful girl.” Florence sighed softly, making sure the veil was fastened securely and the dress fell naturally to the wood floors. Christian smoothed out the train behind her, laying it softly over the ground as Clementine passed her younger sister her bouquet.

“Getting married before me, I can’t believe it.” Clementine chuckled, giving her sister’s hand a quick squeeze. “I love you.”

“Love you.” Penelope breathed, her voice starting to shake with the realization of it all.

The procession lined up, the groomsmen and bridesmaids lining up in pairs, followed by the grooms parents and then Florence and Christian, ending with Penelope and Daniel. The bride took a few shallow breaths as they waited for the music to start, her fingers tightening around the material of Daniel’s sleeve. He glanced down at her, setting his other hand over hers to get her to look up at him.

“You’re okay.” he whispered through a smile. “The hardest part is this part.”

Penelope nodded, staring straight ahead towards the courtyard. Daniel swallowed back his tears as he watched his daughter nearly tremble in place, wondering himself if he was ready to let her go yet.

“Hey, you two.” Florence broke their silence, turning around to look at them and she set a hand on both of theirs. “I love you.”

“I love you, Mama.” Penelope breathed.

“Once you see him, you won’t be scared anymore. I promise you.” Florence said.

Daniel shared a small smile with his wife and she sent him a little wink.

Christian turned around too, leaning towards Penelope to whisper, “If you want out, tap your nose twice and I’ll get you out of there. No questions asked.”

“Christian.” Daniel and Florence snapped lightly. Penelope only giggled and nodded to him.

Once the procession had gone and it was only Daniel and Penelope left in the foyer, they both fell into a moment of silence.

“Daddy?” she breathed.

“Yes, bug?”

“I’m glad I have you.”

Daniel could only smile at her before it was their turn to take the few steps into the courtyard. The music from the small quartet led them slowly into the four-storey courtyard, filled with natural light from the sunlight and green foliage and Penelope kept her eyes on the ground to keep from slipping on the stairs. Everyone in the seats were stood up and watching her entrance, being the centre of attention always made her nervous and she held Daniel’s arm a little tighter. But, sure enough, just as her mother promised her, the moment her eyes locked on her groom at the other end of the aisle, all her worries melted away.

When they reached the end of the aisle and Anthony held out his hand for her to take, Daniel hesitated. He looked between his little girl and the man she was about to marry and held a little tighter onto her hand. Penelope sent him a reassuring smile and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek.

So Daniel passed over his daughter to the young man in front of them and they stepped up onto the risen platform together, the groom making sure she wouldn’t slip on her long dress or marble steps. Daniel felt Penelope’s hand slip from his arm and he tried not to hold on tighter, watching his baby daughter being taken away from him in one movement.

Florence was at his side to lead him to their seats in the front row and she sat him down gently before sliding her hand in his to give him a reassuring squeeze. He took a shuttering breath and blinked away tears furiously, his leg bouncing restlessly until Florence set her hand on his thigh to relax him, as he watched the pastor give the opening remarks.

“Look at what we did.” Florence whispered to him, resting her head against his. “Look how happy she is.”

Daniel smiled softly, eyeing the cheesy grin on his daughter’s face as she stared up at her soon to be husband, those little dimples pressing into her cheeks and her blue eyes sparkling with true love.

December 9, 2046

Clementine

Casa Loma

A/N This one made me sob while writing ngl. If you want to cry too, listen to Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle while reading this one because that’s their Father/Daughter dance song.

The winter air blew soft snowflakes past the stained-glass window as Daniel stood overlooking the snow-covered ground of the old historical castle. Just over twenty-three years since he had last stood in that same spot in a suit a little shorter and shoes a little smaller. The piano was gone from where he remembered it, so his only distraction was the colourful window and the afternoon snowfall.

“Daniel.”

He turned to look over his shoulder to where Florence reached the top of the curling staircase across the hall and she made her way over to him in her long blue dress.

“I was wondering where you went off to. Appetizers just finished.” she linked her arm in his and rested her head against his shoulder.

“Just came up here to clear my head a little.” Daniel sighed.

“You doing okay?” Florence looked over at him.

He nodded once and leaned in to kiss her lips, “I’m fine.”

“Missing when we were last here and she was in that little pink dress with stockings and teeny tiny Mary Janes?”

Daniel chuckled softly at the memory of his once four-year-old daughter running those same halls in her “clicky shoes” and practicing throwing her rose petals from her wicker basket before their own wedding ceremony. Now she was nearly twenty-seven and had just been married herself. His eldest, his sweet darling Clementine whom he had watched grow up so fast right in front of his eyes, who he had overcome so much with through her life and suddenly it was over. At least that what it felt like. He had walked her down the aisle and given her away, and she was off on her own.

Daniel slipped his hand into Florence’s and tucked their fingers together as he rested his head against hers, both of them staring out over the grounds, “Was it really that long ago?”

“Yeah.” Florence chuckled. “Twenty-three years.”

Daniel let out a heavy breath, “Gosh, baby, we’re old.”

Florence laughed lightly and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He turned to kiss her lips, sliding his hand around her back to keep her close.

“We should make another baby tonight.”

“Oh my gosh, Daniel.” Florence smacked his chest. “No way.”

“We make nice babies, what can I say?” Daniel boasted, leaning in for another kiss.

“Sneaking out of my reception to makeout like high schoolers, are we?”

Florence and Daniel turned around to see Clementine walking across the hall in her wedding dress, fit snugly over her body and fell in soft ripples past her knees into a small train trimmed in lace.

“You caught us.” Daniel tisked, moving over to let her squeeze in between her parents and they each wrapped an arm around her.

“Wanna know what I find funny?” Clementine said after a moment of silence, the three all focussed at the snow falling out the window.

“What?” Florence asked.

“I’m not biologically a Seavey but the only one of the kids keeping the name.” her cheeky smile had her parents laughing lightly.

“We still have Lucy. She could keep it too.” Daniel said.

“You really think she won’t jump at the idea of taking her husbands last name? She’s sick with the concept of true love.” Clementine tisked.

“She has a point.” Florence agreed.

“Well,” Daniel sighed, looking between the two women, “I guess the original three Seavey’s are stuck together forever.”

“At least by name.” Clementine clarified, wiggling out of her parents’ arms to face them. “Now, come on, we have a father-daughter dance to get to.”

“I’m gonna cry in front of everyone.” Daniel pouted, letting his daughter take his hand and lead him towards the stairs.

“I got tissues in my purse.” Florence offered as she followed them back towards the reception.

The castle conservatory was used for the ceremony and then switched to a set up for the reception as well, the dancefloor framed by round tables and topped with the head table by the indoor fountain under the stained-glass dome above. The sun was already setting by the time dinner was being served and once Clementine and Daniel and Florence got back to the room, it was time for the father-daughter dance between courses.

The lights were dimmed in the room as Florence found her seat again at the family table nearby and the DJ raised up the gentle music to fill the room. Daniel hadn’t even hit the dancefloor yet and he was already fighting back his tears, holding tightly to his daughter’s hand as she pulled him excitedly over the marble floor until they were front and centre in front of the crowd of friends and family.

She turned to face him and gave him that sweet smile as the lyrics started, setting her manicured hand on his shoulder and her left hand in his right. Daniel pulled her closer with a hand around her back, looking into the light eyes of his daughter, the little girl who changed his life. She gave his hand a small squeeze, that same little pressure against his palm he used to feel before she was even born and he couldn’t help but pull her closer as the chorus started, pressing his lips to her head before resting his cheek there.

“For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; sticking little white flowers all up in her hair…”

He closed his eyes gently, running his fingers over her back as they swayed gently over the marble dancefloor in the dimly lit ballroom. The same floor that same young woman once walked towards him on, tossing little rose petals in her path with that youthful innocent smile at age four.

“Oh, with all that I've done wrong, I must have done something right, to deserve a hug every morning and butterfly kisses at night.”

Clementine could feel him shutter a little and she looked at the tears forming in his eyes as he stared at her. She dropped her hand from is and draped both her arms around his shoulders, holding him close as they danced slowly.

She was a bit taller than when they went to her elementary school father-daughter dance, being able to stand side by side with him now rather than having him bend down the entire time. What he wouldn’t have given to go back to that night with her youthful glee and her little white corsage that she wore with pride. What he wouldn’t have given to relive the last twenty-eight years, minute by minute. He had known her just as long as he had known his wife, from that very same party when he felt her kick right up against his hand. Merely a stranger, but it was like she knew.

Daniel’s small sob took him by surprise, and he clung tighter onto his grown-up daughter, keeping his head bowed towards her shoulder with his cheek pressed up against her head. Clementine rubbed her hand softly over his back, shutting her eyes to cuddle into him herself, the song playing through the room nearly breaking them both apart with the all-too-real lyrics.

There probably wasn’t a dry eye in the room, especially from their family table where everyone knew the story well, knew the unbreakable bond between Daniel and his darling Clementine. Florence especially, who felt as if she was back in her old bedroom, watching Daniel dance around her room with her newborn daughter in his arms like it was just last week. He truly was the man of her dreams, her best friend, and the father that her little baby Clementine deserved to be raised by.

Clementine glanced over at her mother from the dancefloor and they shared a small mirrored smile before she was looking back to her father.

He sang along softly through his wavering tears, only loud enough for the two of them, “She asked me what I'm thinking and I said, ‘I'm not sure, I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl.’”

Clementine turned her head to press a kiss to his cheek, joining in quietly for the chorus, “Gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there, sticking little white flowers all up in her hair. ‘Walk me down the aisle, Daddy, it's just about time.’”

She took over for him as his voice broke and he held tighter onto her, “‘Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry’. Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have done something right, to deserve her love every morning and butterfly kisses…”

Daniel leaned back a little to look at her, tears falling from his blue eyes and he set a hand on her cheek.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Clementine’s bottom lip trembled as they stared at each other for a moment as the song faded out. She sniffled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Right back at you, Daddy.”

August 8, 2048

Lucy

Stanley Park

“I think want to walk myself down the aisle.”

Daniel’s head shot up from his breakfast plate, faster than anyone else in the family around them. Everyone looked from Lucy to Daniel as the silence fell heavy over the table. He stared at his youngest daughter, open mouthed, fork still hovering in mid-air, literally stunned into silence.

“Lucy.” Florence spoke for him, as steadily as she could. “You’re getting married in seven hours and we already planned for dad to walk you down the aisle.”

“I know, I know, but it’s not a drastic change. I saw these pictures last night of this bride walking herself down the aisle and it was like ‘hey, world! I’m giving myself away because marriage is my decision and not a business agreement between the males in my life!’ and I liked that.” Lucy shrugged.

Everyone looked to Daniel again.

“Luce.” he chuckled humourlessly. “Sweetheart, come on. You’re my last baby to get married, I want to walk you down the aisle.”

“I know, Dad.” Lucy sighed. “I know you’re really into the sappy stuff but it’s my wedding and I want to walk myself.”

Daniel took a sharp breath as if he had been physically punched in the stomach, and he dropped his fork back on his plate. Florence set a comforting hand on his arm before he stood up from the table and walked right out of the dining room.

“Good going, Lu Lu. You broke dad’s heart.” Clementine chuckled behind a mouthful of breakfast.

Lucy frowned, looking around at her family as they ate their breakfast silently, “It’s my wedding.”

There was an array of haphazard, ‘We know’s from the rest of the Seavey’s. Lucy turned back to her breakfast.

Daniel had locked himself in his childhood bedroom, sitting on the end of his bed with his face in his hands and elbows on his knees, and after breakfast, Florence went upstairs to find him. She knocked quietly and let herself in, closing the door behind her. He looked up at her, tears already welling in his eyes and she sat beside him without a word, letting him cuddle up into her side with his head on her shoulder.

“I wanna give her away.” Daniel whimpered.

“I know, baby.” Florence sighed. “But we gotta do what she wants, even if we hate it. It’s her wedding.”

“Our littlest baby, Flora.” Daniel sniffled, sitting back just enough to look at her face, “She doesn’t want me to walk her down the aisle. She hates me!”

“Oh my gosh, Dani. You’re a mess.” Florence chuckled, pressing a kiss to his lips. “She does not hate you in the slightest. You know how independent she is.”

Daniel took a shaking breath and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands, “This is ridiculous.”

“Come on, we’re leaving for the venue soon.” Florence said, standing up and holding out her hand to him. “Our things are already by the door.”

Daniel didn’t entirely mean to, but he sort of avoided Lucy at all costs at least for the first few hours of the day. That was pretty easy since he was getting ready with Florence in one of the smaller rooms at the pavilion while the main bridal party was busy in the suites; but the whole drive there Daniel didn’t say a word. Lucy was just as stubborn as her father so there was no way she was going to say something first either, meaning the ride into the provincial park was terribly…silent.

By 2:00, Daniel and Florence were dressed and done up and outside where the ceremony was set up by the gardens. Daniel was fiddling with his cufflinks as Florence and Keri and Anna helped organize the final touches to make sure everything was perfect. The wedding was supposed to start by 3:00 and as the time got closer and closer, Daniel found it harder and harder to sit still.

“Jesus, Dad, chill out.” Clementine shoved a glass of water into his hand as he stood on the porch overlooking the ceremony set up. “You look like you’re on a hit list or something.”

Daniel sighed and looked out over the park to the ocean in the distance, the afternoon sun sending sparkling stripes over the water.

“Don’t take it to heart.” Clementine said, setting a hand on his shoulder. “She’s a weird one.”

“How am I supposed to do this if I can’t give her away? Am I just supposed to sit by and watch her do it herself?”

“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing since the freaking day she was born? I can still hear her ‘me do!’ in my head from when she could still barely talk.”

Daniel let out a soft chuckle at the memory and he shook his head tiredly, pausing to take a sip of his drink.

“She’s your little princess, Dad. It’s been known…by literally everyone. You of all people should know how much she absolutely idolises you and just because she wants to be an independent woman doesn’t mean that she loves you any less.”

“When’d you become so smart?” Daniel tisked to his eldest, reaching out an arm for her to tuck herself under.

“Since I became a hot shot lawyer.” Clementine retorted, making him laugh lightly.

A sudden commotion from inside the building made the two glance over their shoulders. There was only thirty minutes until the wedding but there was Lucy, in her full ballgown wedding dress and full makeup, rushing through the crowd of guests in hysterics, her long lace veil billowing behind her.

“Daddy!” she screamed, pushing anyone aside to get to him and Clementine stepped back quickly, taking both their glasses to prevent any spills, as her baby sister threw herself at their father. “I’m so sorry!” Lucy cried, holding him tightly with her fingers gripping the back of his suit jacket and her face buried in his neck. “I can’t do this without you!”

The crowd stared wide eyed at the bride who was clearly next to having a meltdown, Florence stood in front of everyone with concern all over her face but Daniel sent her a reassuring nod before turning back to his youngest daughter.

“Let’s go talk, princess.”

Lucy let him take her hand and lead her back through the crowd and up the stairs to the smaller dressing suite the he had gotten ready in and he closed the door behind them. He sat her down on the small couch and brought her over a box of tissues to dab under her eyes to try and keep her makeup from running.

“What’s going on with you, Lucy Lu?” Daniel asked softly as he sat down beside her. He twirled one of her blonde curls around his finger and she leaned closer to cuddle into him. Daniel tucked his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head, her sobs starting to calm down a little. “My beautiful daughter. I hate seeing you so upset.”

“I want to go home.” Lucy whimpered.

“Home? Why?” Daniel asked.

“I’m so scared.” she breathed, looking up at him with fresh tears welling in her eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Daniel pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I don’t doubt you are. But it’s all going to be worth it, I promise you. You’re going to walk down that aisle and know you’re making the right-”

“I don’t want to walk down the aisle alone!” Lucy cried, clinging onto the lapels of his jacket. “I want you to give me away, Daddy! I’m sorry! I don’t know why I said that this morning, I-I-I don’t know what I want anymore and I can’t think straight today and-and I need you!”

“Okay, princess, okay.” Daniel couldn’t hold back his relieved smile as he pulled her head against his chest and pressed a kiss to her hair. “I can definitely give you away. Whatever you want me to do, I will do.”

“I can’t do this without you.” Lucy whimpered, closing her eyes as she listened his heartbeat against his chest.

“I’m right here.” Daniel said, rubbing his hand over her back. “Not going anywhere.”

Lucy closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm down, cuddled up against her father’s chest like she always used to as a young girl. He hummed softly to her, rubbing soothing circles over her back, trying not to crease her dress too much in the process. Their last few moments together ticked by slowly, blending into a soft duet of ‘Lucy in the sky with Diamonds’ between father and daughter, calming themselves down the best they could for their own reasons.

Only halfway through the song, there was a knock at the door and Florence poked her head in. Daniel smiled softly at her and she walked over to join them on the couch.

“Hey, you.” Florence smiled at her daughter, crouching down in front of her as she stayed cuddled up against Daniel’s chest. “You doing okay?”

Lucy nodded and sniffled, wrapping her arm around Daniel’s waist to keep him close.

“Ceremony is supposed to start in ten minutes and we need to get you freshened up a bit. You’re still feeling okay about everything, right?”

“Yeah.” Lucy wiped her cheeks and sat up. “Dad’s gonna walk with me.”

Florence smiled warmly, glancing over at her husband who grinned back at her, “That’s good to hear.”

Florence brought over the small makeup kit and cleaned her up a little, blending out the tear streaks in her foundation and reapplying her lipstick for her, and Daniel fluffed out her curls a little, all that hairspray still doing a pretty good job at keeping it in place.

The three of them headed back downstairs, the pavilion empty as all the guests were seated outside, and they met up with the bridal party on the side porch. The groomsmen and bridesmaids lined up in pairs and slowly made their way around the grass and towards the flower trimmed aisle. Florence gave Lucy’s hand a small squeeze before making her way down the aisle alone to her seat at the front.

And when all the guests stood up and the music began, Lucy looked up at Daniel, slipping her hand in the crook of his arm.

“I’m glad I had that meltdown. I can hardly stand right now.” she admitted softly. “I might have fallen if I tried this by myself.”

Daniel chuckled quietly, “Lean on me all you need.”

They started down the aisle together, her long train following behind them in ripples of white, her thin lace sleeves contrasted nicely against the black of Daniel’s suit. He could feel her start to walk quicker as they reached the halfway mark and her eyes met her groom at the end, and Daniel held her back a little to keep her with him just a few more seconds.

When they reached the alter, Lucy leaned up to press a kiss to Daniel’s cheek, “Love you, Daddy.”

He only smiled through his whispered, “I love you.” as Lucy slipped her hand from his arm and moved forward eagerly to meet her groom with barely a look back.

Daniel found his seat beside Florence in the front row, his smile too big to even try to wipe off his face despite the tears that were shimmering in his eyes. His wife set her hand in his and he leaned in for a quick kiss.

“We did good, huh?”

“Don’t talk like it’s over because we’re definitely not done.” Florence chuckled, kissing him once more before they turned back to the ceremony. “No where near done with these crazy girls.”

[dlwritings]

Surprise! | Tom Holland

masterlist found here

pairing - Tom x Mackie!reader word count - 2,131 warnings - A/N - for the anon who requested! | flashbacks are in italics

summary - You’re Anthony Mackie’s daughter, and you’re secretly dating Tom Holland. You were planning on telling your dad... eventually. You just didn’t expect “eventually” to happen so abruptly. And awkwardly.

You knew your dad didn’t really hate Tom Holland. It was just a joke. The whole internet knew it. Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie -your dad- liked to call Tom Holland a little shit. They didn’t actually mean it.

Still, when you started dating the “little shit,” you didn’t exactly want to parade it around.

You were sure your dad would be fine with it.

You were pretty sure your dad would be fine with it.

Okay, so you were about 50% sure your dad would be fine with it.

22 years with that man, and you still had a hard time reading him.

Thankfully, you lived alone. Your dad couldn’t pull the whole “my house, my rules” shebang, and you didn’t have to worry about sneaking Tom in and out of your house. There was never really a risk of you two being caught. The biggest issue, of course, were the paparazzi.

You had to go about your dates very carefully. Most of the time, you had to go out with Harrison, Harry, Sam, Tuwaine, Zendaya, Jacob, or anyone else you could find so that that date looked more like a group of friends hanging out. Whoever was joining you would sit at a different table at a restaurant or let you have your space at a movie theater so you could at least feel like you were a normal couple.

The easiest solution to it all would just be to tell your dad. And you would. Just not yet.

The two of you hadn’t even been dating for very long. You met at the Civil War premiere, which your dad graciously took you to. You begged and begged, and he finally got sick of it and caved.

You were wearing a gorgeous Oscar de la Renta dress that showed too much for your dad’s liking, but you didn’t care. You weren’t super close to her, but Elizabeth helped you pick it out. She had gone to her fair share of red carpet premieres, and you admired her fashion sense. Your dad put her through the ringer a bit when he saw it on you, but you eventually convinced him to take a breath. You looked good, and you knew it.

Tom saw you across the carpet, and he was stunned silent. Harrison had to nudge him in the ribs just to get him to close his mouth. He approached Anthony instantly, using him as an excuse to talk to you. Anthony gave him his usual hard time before -albeit hesitantly- introducing him to you. Anthony kept a firm hand protectively on your shoulder, like he could see Tom wanted something he couldn’t have.

Tom tried to hide the fact that he was practically undressing you with his eyes.

You, truthfully, were doing the same to him.

After the movie, Chris Evans was holding an afterparty. You begged your dad to let you go, and you were truthfully astonished when he agreed with little argument.

You were having an absolute blast. One thing for certain, Chris sure knew how to throw a party. There was music, dancing, enough drinks to get everyone plastered, and only the best guests. There were no extra people there just for show. Everyone was a friend or -in your case- family.

You separated yourself from your dad as soon as you could. You spent most of your time with Jeremy and Elizabeth, chatting and drinking yourselves blurry. Eventually, Tom joined the three of you. Tom was taking you in as you talked, your head tossing back with every laugh, showing off smooth skin that he would’ve loved to press his lips against.

Conversation wise, the two of you were hitting it off. To the both of you, it almost seemed like Elizabeth and Jeremy weren’t even there. Perhaps because, after a while, they weren’t anymore. They left the two of you alone, quickly realizing they were unwanted additions to the conversation -flirtation Jeremy quickly called it.

“This the first event your dad took you to?” Tom asked, taking a sip of his beer.

You nodded. “It’s also the first one I asked him to take me to.”

“What made you want to come to this one?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Guess there were just some people I was looking to meet.”

Tom grinned and took your hand, dragging you over to where people were dancing. The music was loud, the bass pounding in your head. You quickly wrapped your arms around Tom’s neck, and his found your waist. You swayed your hips to the beat of the music, both of your foreheads pressed together. Tom had a sly grin on his face, and you couldn’t help but smile and bite your lip, pressing yourself closer to him. Tom groaned and wrapped his arms completely around your body. “You’re sexy as hell, (Y/N),” he mumbled to you.

“So I’ve been told,” you said confidently, a smirk on your face.

It was because of this moment that you were 50% sure your dad would be against your relationship.

Your dad suddenly came up to the two of you, grabbing Tom’s shoulder firmly and pulling him away from you. He practically stuck his finger in Tom’s face, a look of frustration in his eyes. “Don’t think about it, Holland,” he spat. “Hands to yourself.”

“Dad,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “Come on. You’re joking, right?” He looked at you, and his expression softened. He gave Tom a smile. You saw sarcasm in it, but you chose to ignore it.

“Of course I’m joking,” he said. He brushed off Tom’s shoulders and ruffled his hair. “Tom knows where his hands belong. He doesn’t need me telling him.”

That night, you slipped your phone number in Tom’s pants pocket and shot him a wink before leaving the party.

Now, over three years later, you and Tom were 10 months strong. Secret, but strong. You and Tom loved each other very much, and you knew it was getting time to come clean to your dad. Tom brought it up frequently, but you were constantly shutting it down. You knew your dad well. Even if he was okay with it (Again, you were still 50/50 on that.), he would never ever stop making fun of you. If the two of you ever got married, he’d be calling Tom a little shit as he walked you down the aisle.

Okay, maybe you were exaggerating, but you really didn’t want to take that chance. Things were nice how they were. Not perfect, but nice.

Today, you were at your London apartment. You had convinced your parents to let you move to London about a year ago. You didn’t go about it without a plan, though. You had done a significant amount of job hunting and had been able to secure yourself a position as a primary school teacher in a low-income neighborhood. It was exactly what you had gone to college for in the states, and you had always wanted to travel. To you, it was a win-win. A couple of your dad’s Marvel coworkers lived in London, so he was more open to the idea knowing there were people he could trust there to help you if you ever ran into trouble.

You smiled when you heard the front door open and Tom’s keys hit the counter. You two didn’t live with each other, but you each had a set of keys to the other’s apartment, and you almost never spent a night apart. Tom came and joined you in the living room, kicking off his shoes, curling up beside you on the couch, and resting his head on your shoulder. It was Friday, and you were working on your lesson plan for Monday, but you shut your laptop and put it on the coffee table. “Long day?” you asked, brushing your fingers through Tom’s hair.

“Mhm,” he hummed. “Just happy to be home.” Tom placed a kiss to your neck, causing you to smile softly. One of his hands reached for the strings of the hoodie you were wearing, and it was like Tom only just then noticed your outfit. You were wearing one of his hoodies and a simple pair of cotton shorts. When you had gotten home from work, you had immediately hopped in the shower and just wanted to put on something comfortable. Your cheeks felt warm under his gaze.

“What?” you asked.

“You’re so cute,” he muttered. You smiled and rolled your eyes, then put your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. Tom hungrily kissed you back, pushing you back so you were laying on the couch. He hovered above you, pressing one hand onto the arm of the couch and grabbing your thigh with the other. Things were getting heated, and you clawed at his t-shirt, itching for it to come off. Tom broke apart from you only for a moment to pull the shirt over his head. As soon as it was gone, his hands were back on your body again. He wrapped your thigh around his waist and grinded into you, swallowing the moans coming from your throat.

You were both so wrapped up in each other, that neither of you had heard the front door open.

All your dad wanted to do was surprise you. It had been a while since he had seen you, so he thought he’d make a special flight out to London and surprise you. He knew you kept a spare key taped to the bottom of your doormat, so he used it to let himself in. He walked in quietly, assuming you weren’t home when he was met with silence. When he got to the living room, he lost it.

“What in the hell is going on?”

Tom all but jumped off of you, falling clumsily to the floor. Your breath got caught in your throat as you stared, mouth agape, at your dad. You looked from your dad to Tom and back again before painting a smile on your face. “Dad!” you said sweetly. “What are you doing here?”

“No, no, no, no,” your dad said quickly, starting to walk over to Tom. “What is he doing here? What, what the hell have you been doing to my daughter?” You quickly intercepted your dad as Tom backed into a wall. You put yourself between the two men, laying a hand on your dad’s chest and pushing him back.

“Dad, please, please calm down,” you begged. “You’re blowing this way out of proportion.”

“Out, out of proportion?” he repeated loudly. “You, I walked in on this little shit-”

“Quit it!” you snapped, putting your hands on your hips. Your dad looked at you with a raised eyebrow, almost like he was egging you on to continue. Your dad didn’t scare you, so you did. “Tom and I have been together for about 10 months.”

“10 months?” your dad shouted.

“Again, blowing this out of proportion,” you said, standing your ground. He sighed and waved his hand for you to keep speaking. “He’s not taking advantage of me, okay? Tom has been nothing but a gentleman for the past few months. He’s been wanting to tell you about this for a while, but I keep putting it off because I know how you get.”

“How do I get?” your dad taunted.

“Like this,” you almost laughed, waving your hands dramatically at him. “Like a crazy person! Tom and I love each other, okay? We’re not just fucking.”

“La, la, la, I don’t need to hear that,” your dad sang, covering his ears with his hands. You laughed and pulled his hands away. He sighed again and licked his lips before looking from you to Tom. Tom swallowed thickly but remained quiet. “If you get my daughter pregnant-”

“Dad!”

“Or if you hurt her in any way,” he continued sternly, “you know there will be consequences.”

“I know,” Tom said, “but I won’t.”

“And you should both know,” he said, “that I hate this. I hate all of this.”

“Dad-”

“But if it makes you happy-” He looked at you and gave a more genuine smile. “-I’ll deal with it.”

You smiled and gave your dad a hug. He hugged you back, and you could feel his chest rumble with a slight laugh. “Alright,” he said when you pulled away. “I didn’t come all the way here for this awkward shit. Go put some normal clothes on, and we’ll go out to dinner. You too, Tom.” You smiled brightly and nodded, running over to your room to change.

Before you closed your door, you heard your dad say, “I will kill you if I see you touch her like that again.”

[just-another-fangirl-94]

Sebastian Stan X Reader

Person A: “How long are you going to drunkenly tell me you love me?” Person B: “Until I have the courage to tell you in person.”

Warning: Language and Mentions of drinking/ being drunk

It’s Saturday night, you should be partying with everyone tonight, right? Too bad you volunteered to be a designated driver for everyone, which actually felt like babysitting. First, you had to chase after Elizabeth when she decided to take her shoes off and go running around the bar. Next, you had to hold Scarlet's hair back as she puked in your hotel bathroom.

“I swear you all did this on purpose tonight.” You say to your friends who are scattered around your hotel room.

“You’re going to make a good mom someday. You took good care of us all tonight.” Anthony says.

“Yeah you guys all owe me one.” You smile.

“I need to eat right now.” Sebastian suddenly interrupts. “Like right now.”

You sigh and walk over to him and push him back on the bed. “No, you need sleep. Besides, room service hours ended already.”

He complies for a moment and closes his eyes. You take a moment to admire how cute he looks right now. You’ve had pretty strong feelings for him ever since you two first met when you joined the marvel cast. Realizing how creepy you must look right now, you force yourself to look away.

“If I don’t eat soon I’m going to be sick.” He complains.

“Fine. There is a McDonald’s across the street, I’ll be right back.”

“I’m coming with you.” He says as he gets up.

“Seb, you’re trashed. It’s best if I just go.” You say as you grab your wallet and head towards the door.

He ignores you comment and follows you. “I’ll be good I swear.”

Once you get into the elevator, you can’t help but smile at him. “You know it was probably best if you stayed.”

“But I wanted to go on an adventure with you.” He whined.

“I hardly call going to McDonald’s an adventurous quest.” You laugh.

“Yeah well I love you want I wanted to go with you so there.” He blurts out.

You feel a blush creeping over your face at his words, but quickly regain your composure. He’s drunk, he clearly doesn’t know what he is saying.

Finally the two of you arrive at McDonald’s and he starts ordering. He then starts panicking and starts looking for his wallet. “Shit I don’t have my wallet.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it.” You say as you hand the cashier a twenty.

“Thank you so much Y/N, I love you.” He says again as he takes his food and heads to an empty table.

“Don’t you want to take it back to the hotel?” You ask as you sit across the table.

“I told you if I didn’t eat soon I was going to be sick, didn’t want to risk it.” He says as he stuffs the food in his mouth. “Oh my God, I feel so much better now.”

After the two of you finish eating, you head back to the hotel. When you get into the room you see that everyone left and a note on the table saying that everyone went back to their rooms to get some sleep.

“Where is everyone?” Sebastian asks.

You just hand him the note and start cleaning up the empty bottles in the room. “Maybe you should go get some rest too. You’re going to be hurting tomorrow.”

“Nooo.” He drags out. “I want to stay here because I love you.” He says as he dramatically collapses on the bed.

“How long are you going to drunkenly tell me that you love me?” You say as you sit next to him.

“Until I have the courage to tell you when I’m sober.” He says without skipping a beat.

You’re left speechless. Did he really mean it? Or was it the alcohol still talking.

“Can I please stay here with you?” He asks.

“Of course you can.” You say as you get up and grab two aspirins and a bottle of water. “Here this will help.”  

“You see this is why I love you, you’re so good to me.” He says one last time before he passes out.

You take his shoes off and pull the blanket over him. For a few minutes, you have a silent debate with yourself if you should sleep next to him or take the couch. You finally decided to just stay on the couch to avoid any awkwardness in the morning.

The next morning Sebastian wakes up feeling slightly confused. He realizes after a minute that he stayed in your hotel with you last night. He turns to look for you and doesn’t find you. Sitting up he sees you over on the couch stirring awake.

“Hey, what are you doing sleeping on the couch?” He asks.

You yawn and rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Well my bed was occupied.”

“I left plenty of room, come over here.” He slaps the empty side next to him.

You shyly agree and walk over and slide next to him. “You feel okay?” You ask as you break the silence.

“My head hurts, but other than that I’m good. Sorry for all the trouble last night.” He smiles.

You wave your hand. “Please, you were the best behaved of everyone last night, even when we took the trip to McDonald’s.”

“Oh yeah I forgot we went there.” He says. He stays silent for a minute trying to piece everything that went on the night before. “Oh my God!” He says as he slaps his hands over his face.

“What?” You ask worried.

“I can’t believe I confessed my love to you last night.” He groans. “And in a McDonald’s of all places.”

“Actually the first time you said it was in the elevator.” You say. “Don’t sweat it, we all say crazy things when we are drunk.”

He stays silent and just looks at you, and suddenly you feel nervous.

“I mean, I know you really don’t love me.”

“Would it be so bad if I did?” He says with some hope in his voice.

You’re too stunned to say anything. Was this actually happening? Did he really have feelings for you?

You see panic come across his face and he stands up. “I’m so sorry, please forget I said anything please. I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

“No wait!” You say as you grab his hand. “Please I’m just a little surprised. Don’t leave.”

He holds onto your hand and sits back down. “To be honest, I didn’t picture having this conversation like this.”

“Believe me, I’m just as surprised.” You pause. “I didn’t think you ever would feel the same way I did.”

“So you do have feelings for me?” He smiles.

You blush and look down. “Yeah, pretty strong ones too.”

He smiles and starts to lean in to kiss you, but he stops and curses. “Dammit.”

“What?”

“I really want to kiss you right now. But my mouth tastes like tequila and old big mac sauce.” He laughs and you join. “How about we save that for our first date, maybe tonight?”

“Tonight then.” You agree. “Can’t wait.”

The two of you are interrupted when your friends walk into your room looking absolutely miserable.

“Good morning my drunken children, how are you all feeling?” You ask your friends.

Elizabeth walks over and crawls in between you and Sebastian. “I died. I’m dead. But it still hurts.” She whines.

“Please stop yelling.” Anthony says and he sits on the couch.

“I’m never drinking again. “ Scarlett says.

“Well I don’t think you ever have to worry about being hungover again after today.” You say. “Because between the four of you I’m pretty sure you consumed all of the alcohol in the world last night.”

“Can everyone agree to not mention the word alcohol for the next twenty years please?” Elizabeth complains.

“Alright that’s it, I’m ordering you all breakfast now. It will help you feel better.” You say as you stroke Elizabeth’s hair.

“Well I for one feel great.” Sebastian brags.

“How is that even possible? You drank more than all of us last night.” Anthony chimed in.

“You are all light weights. And besides, I’m in such a great mood because Y/N agreed to go on a date with me tonight.”

Elizabeth shoots her head up and stares at you. “Oh my God, really?”

“About damn time.” Anthony says.

“This is amazing. Does this mean you guys are going to get married?” Scarlett asked excitedly.

“You see what you started?” You say to Sebastian.

“I’m not even sorry about it.” He says as he stands up. “Well I’m off, I need to get some rest and clean myself up. I have a hot date tonight.”

“You do realize that you’re dating the biggest dork ever, right?” Anthony says after Sebastian leaves.

“Yeah I know.” You smile. “I couldn’t be happier.”