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Part 2 of Marry Me

Summary: It's your wedding day and as you are getting ready you can't help but remember how you got to this point. But sometimes even on the happiest days, anxiety can be the biggest enemy.

Note: italicized sections are flashbacks

Warning: Angst with Fluff, dirty talk, almost office sex but getting caught, mention of death, toxic past relationships, panic attacks, drinking

Word count: 8.8k

“I can’t believe you're getting married!” Tony exclaimed probably for the hundredth time during this whole process. “I’m more nervous than I was for Vision’s wedding,” you fought the urge to roll your eyes as you sat in front of the makeup artist. You felt bad for the poor woman who had to endure your family’s antics.

“Honey, have a drink,” Maria pushed a glass of whiskey into Tony’s hand. “You are going to stress out the bride.” You weren’t stressed. You were 100% content and ready to marry the woman of your dreams. All you had to do was get through a silly little ceremony and it would be official. You told Yelena that you would settle for getting married in a courtroom but she wanted a wedding. So you gave her a wedding.

“You look like the day you told me you had a crush on her,” Howard said, coming from the balcony with a cigar in his mouth. “All flustered and nervous. If I knew any better I’d say you were getting married.” You chuckled slightly at the light blush creeping up Tony’s face.

“Well then I learned that she was gay,” he pointed at you. “You were my first heartbreak.” You chuckled.

“I think you did well for yourself,” you smiled.

“Damn, right he did!” Pepper said and your bridal party cheered. This was the only thing you cared about, having your family together. Well, not everyone. Damn, you missed your parents.

God, you had to have a long talk with Natasha about your last drink. Your head was throbbing. At least the newlyweds had the forethought to book a place with continental breakfast so everyone could nurse their hangovers. “Someone got laid last night,” Tony said, slamming down a cup of coffee and sitting in the chair next to you. The sound echoed in your head.

“Fuck Stark,” you groaned. “Why are you always so loud?” He chuckled at your expense. The man was never hungover, it was annoying.

“So are you going to tell me who it was?” He took a piece of toast off your plate. “Because I’m all your boss so I will find out,” you kept your mouth shut, sipping on your coffee. “I bet it was with Carol. She eyefucks you at every gala,” you smirked. You knew the former Air Force pilot was with Val, maybe they were looking for a third. “Monica is attractive, was it her? Please don’t tell me you joined Romanoff and Barnes.”

“Shut up,” you laughed. You sighed. “Fine I’ll tell you but you have to keep it quiet. Can you do that?” He nodded. You glared at him.

“Scouts honor. Now come on tell me,” he whined. You smiled, biting your lip as you remembered lasted night.

“It was Yelena,” Tony stared at you, mouth slightly open, and blinked a few times at you.

“Romanoff is going to kill you,” he deadpanned. “At least leave me something nice in your will.” You rolled your eyes, smacking the man slightly on the chest.

“She knows,” his face scrunched in disgust. “Oh my god, ew, not like that,” Laughing pulled your attention away from Tony and you watched as Yelena walked into the dining room with Kate and America. She was still wearing the long-sleeved shirt that you let her burrow. It made you smile. Tony hit your leg. “Sorry,” you snapped out of it. “Natasha gave her stamp of approval for me to pursue a relationship with her.”

“Why did you make it sound like a business proposition?” He asked. You huffed out a sigh, crossing your arms. “I’m kidding,” he laughed. “She’s the one that has put a smile back on your face,” you nodded. Yelena sat down at a table with her sister and her green eyes found yours, a playful smirk on her lips. You wanted to go over and kiss her again. “Well, I’m glad she’s making you happy.”

“Yeah, she is.”

Maria and Howard asked you to join them when your hair and makeup were done. It was a light look as you didn’t wear makeup in your normal day-to-day life. So you stood with them on the balcony that overlooked the winery. “You are making me kind of nervous,” you chuckled. It reminded you of when you and Tony ‘burrowed’ Howard’s 1960 red Mustang. He wasn’t happy.

“There is nothing to worry about, sweetheart,” Maria said, sitting down at the small patio set. Her husband remained standing behind her. You sat down in front of her.

“We have a small gift for you,” you groaned. “Hey, lose the attitude squirt,” You fought the couple tooth and nail during this process. They wanted to help pay for the wedding or gift you something extravagant, but you declined both.

“It’s tradition for the bride to have something old, new, burrowed, and blue on their wedding day,” Maria explained. You and Yelena weren’t having a traditional American wedding with her being Russian and both members of the LGBTQ community but there were some things you were doing. You weren’t seeing each other until Yelena walked down the aisle, Yelena would be throwing her bouquet (you were hopping Natasha would catch it), and you had two flower girls (Lila and Morgan), and Nate and Cooper were your ring bearers.

“For your something burrowed,” Howard took off his cufflinks and handed them to you. “I expect those back in perfect condition.” he teased. You rolled your eyes but took them.

“For your something old,” Maria handed you a pin. “And it counts for your blue.” It was a blue jay pin that your mother gave her. She never took it off. You felt tears form in your eyes. “So they can be there with you while you walk down the aisle.”

“Your father gave me those,” Howard added. You choose Howard and Maria to walk you down the aisle in place of your parents. “They would be proud of you, kid,” you cleared your throat, trying to push down your emotions not wanting to ruin your makeup.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Both you. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

“It has been a pleasure to watch you grow up,” Maria stood up and kissed the top of your head. “Here is something new,” she pulled out a small box and a letter. “From your soon-to-be wife. We’ll let you open it in private.” You thanked the couple and they returned to the suite as you opened the box. Inside was a new pair of earrings. They were simple golden studs with a small diamond. You smiled and put them in, now you understood why Pepper told you not to wear earrings. You opened the letter.

‘Darling, There are so many things I wish to write in this letter but I’ll keep it brief and save it for my vows. I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together. As for the earrings, Maria told me a story of a family vacation you took with the Starks around the time of your parent's passing to Cape Code. You wore a pair of earrings that your mother gave you into the ocean and unfortunately lost them. I know these won’t be able to replace the ones you lost. But I hope they provide you with a sense of comfort along with the mementos Maria and Howard gave you. I love you and see you soon.’

You reread the letter a few more times before folding it nicely. You fiddled with the earrings. You were a mess that trip even more so when you lost your earrings. You missed them so deeply and you wished they were here with you.

“Are you sure they want me here?” Yelena asked, anxiously twisting the rings on her fingers. You were sitting in the driveway of the Stark Family Home. It was Maria’s birthday. Tonight was the small gathering for family and a few close friends and tomorrow was the bigger party. The Starks never needed a reason to party. You took her hand in yours, bringing it to your lips.

“They asked for you specifically,” it was true. When you told Tony about your new relationship, he couldn’t wait to tell his parents. They’ve met the blonde but you knew it was at a work event when you were introducing the new group of entrepreneurs. It was different now. She was just another Stark employee now she was a Stark employee and your girlfriend. “If you don’t want to go we can turn around and we can hang out at my place.” Yelena shook her head.

“Is Wanda going to be there?” You sighed.

“Yes,” the blonde tensed up. “But I don’t care about her. I’m with you and she made her choice.” You haven’t run into your ex-girlfriend since her wedding and your new relationship with Yelena. But you knew she knew. Vision seemed quite interested in your relationship, especially with how it would affect the workplace. It wasn’t a coincidence that an email from HR was in your inbox regarding relationships with coworkers.

“Alright, let’s do this,” you turned off the car and walked over to Yelena’s side to open the door for her. “My knight in shining armor,” she said, kissing your cheek. She had the small gift bag in her hand, that you knew Maria was going to be livid about. You held onto her hand as you led her up to the massive doorway. “I sometimes forget how much money the Starks have,” Yelena mumbled, looking at the house. “Tony is so..”

“Stupid, cocky, a pain in my ass,” the blonde laughed, pinching your sides. “Ouch, rude.”

“Don’t talk about our boss like that,” she teased. You rolled your eyes, ringing the doorbell.

“He was a brother to me long before he was chairman of Stark Industries.” It wasn’t long before the door swung open.

“There she is!” Howard said, pulling you in a hug. Your hand was ripped out of Yelena’s hold. “I guess you only come around when you know we’ll have food.” He teased.

“Let me go, old man,” you pushed him off of you as he messed with your hair.

“You did not just call me old,” he gasped. You stepped into the house and Yelena closed the door behind you. “It ain’t my birthday, sweet cheeks.”

“I’m telling your wife you said,” you smiled, fixing your hair and polo. “Howard, I would like to introduce you to my girlfriend, Yelena-”

“Yelena Belova,” the man cut you off, extending his hand for her to shake. “I know all about you. You are the reason Stark Industries is branching overseas to work with the Wakandans,” Yelena shook his hand. You saw the tension leave her body. “It has always been my dream for the company to expand so we can help more people. I’d love to hear all about it.”

“Darling,” you saw Maria walk over. “You promised there would be no talking about work.” She scolded her husband. “Hello, Yelena it’s wonderful to meet you.” The matriarch hugged your girlfriend. Over his wife’s shoulder, Howard mouthed, ‘We’ll talk later.’

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Yelena smiled. “And Happy Birthday.” She handed Maria the gift bag. The woman glared at you but you held up your hands.

“Wasn’t me,” you defended. “That was all her.” You were throwing your girlfriend to the wolves but when it came to Mama Stark it was for the best. Inside were two stained glass blue jays that she could hang in the window.

“Oh, I love them. Thank you,” she hugged your girlfriend again. Your mouth hung open slightly.

“How come when I get you a gift you threaten to kick me out of the will.”

“Hush you,” Maria teased, lopping her arm with Yelena. “Come. Dinner is almost ready so we are having drinks in the sitting room.” Maria dragged Yelena in the direction of the room, leaving you alone with Howard.

“Women,” he said, hitting you with his elbow. “Am I right?” You rolled your eyes.

“You always are,” You grabbed him by the shoulder. “Come on let’s not keep everyone waiting.” When you joined the rest of the guests, Yelena was standing with Tony and Pepper. You excused yourself and joined the trio.

“About time you showed up,” Tony teased, as he leaned closer to you. “Someone has been sending dirty looks to your girlfriend.” You saw Wanda standing with Vision and Bruce, another close friend of the Stark Family. You chuckled.

“Maybe she’s upset I got lucky on her wedding night and she didn’t,” Tony gagged, punching you in the shoulder.

“Children,” Maria warned and Tony mumbled a ‘sorry mom’ under his breath. “Dinner is ready.” The group filled into the dining room, and each person had a personalized name plate to designate where everyone was sitting. You pulled out Yelena’s chair for her.

“Why don’t you do that for me anymore?” Pepper teased as she sat next to you. Tony huffed.

“They are in the honeymoon phase,” he said. “They’ll grow out of it.” You smiled, placing your hand on Yelena’s thigh.

“How are you doing?” You whispered.

“Good,” she smiled. “Really good.”

Once dinner was over, you joined Tony, Vision, and Howard for a glass of whiskey on the balcony. The Elder Stark would pass out cigars but you refused one. It was tradition. You remembered begging your father to join because you wanted to be with him and Tony instead of your mother. You haven’t been on this balcony since you broke up with Wanda. You missed it. Sitting back in your chair, you sipped on your drink and listened to the three Starks talk with one another. Your mind wandered to Yelena. You knew Wanda wouldn’t try to do anything to save face with Maria but you were worried nonetheless. “So,” Howard said, looking at you. Oh boy. “You’ve been oddly quiet. Most nights we can’t get you to shut up.”

“Cool thanks,” you smiled, wrapping your hands around the glass. “I liked listening to you guys talk,” you admitted. “It reminded me of when we were younger and my father was here to join us.” That shifted the conversation and you were grateful until Vision directed it back to you.

“How are you and Miss. Belova?” He asked. You almost choked on your drink.

“We are good,” you smiled. “Just taking it slow and learning more about each other.” You were not giving this man more information to feed to his wife.

“That girl is smart,” Howard praised. “She is going to go far in that company.” Oh, you knew that. She was helping you, Sharon, and Natasha create a branch in California. You were waiting on approval to go ahead with the project.

“Is your relationship affecting your workplace dynamic?” Vision questioned. “You are technically her superior.” Your jaw clenched. You heard Tony shift in his seat, ready to defend you but you held up your hand.

“It has not,” you answered. “If she has any issues, she reports it to Sharon, and then Sharon reports it to me so there is a non-biased party in the middle,” you sat up in your chair. “Now I have a question for you, Viz. Did you have these same levels of concern with Pepper and your brother’s relationship? Or do you just have a problem with it because it’s me?” You smiled. “Excuse me gentlemen but I need a refill.” You stood up and walked back into the house. Walking into the empty kitchen, you dumped your drink in the sink and washed the glass.

“I’m guessing my son said something to upset you.” You chuckled at Maria’s statement.

“He didn’t upset me,” you said. Besides you knew Tony was giving him an earful. “Are you getting a cup of tea? I can make you some.” She nodded and sat down. You began to prepare it. Your mother and Maria were the ones that taught you how to make it. Maria said you could win anyone over with the perfect cup of tea.

“I like her,” Maria broke the silence. You looked at the matriarch. “I like the smile you get when you look at her.” You nodded.

“Yeah, she’s great,” you leaned on the counter as you waited for the water to boil. “Do you think my parents would have liked her?” You asked Maria the same question about Wanda.

“Take my hand,” you did. “As long as you were happy they would have loved whoever you brought home,” the kettle began to whistle. It was the same answer she had given before. You turned around to pour the water into the mug. “But yes, they would have loved her.” That was new. You smiled, loving the warm feeling that covered you.

“Let’s have a toast!” Sarah said, pushing an empty champagne glass in your hand. Laura came up behind her to fill it with a smile.

“She’s been waiting for this moment all day,” you chuckled and thanked the mother of 3. You became close to the Barton Family because of Yelena, you loved going to their house in Iowa. Once everyone had a drink and Lila and Morgan were given apple juice, Tony raised his glass.

“To a beautiful ceremony and a reception we’ll all forget.” You rolled your eyes. Sarah raised her glass next, and you gave her a pointed look to be nice.

“To picking someone that loves you as hard as you love them.” You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to your best friend.

“To looking hot and feeling hot.” Pepper cheered.

“To a long and happy life to the beautiful bride-to-be,” Laura added.

“Cheers!”

It was the Gala of the year, the anniversary of the day Stark Industries was founded. Everyone would be dressed to the nines, the best catering company would be hired and paired with the right drinks. At the end of the night, awards would be given, and there would be dancing, laughing, and sharing stories. Most importantly the press would be there. So much press. Everything had a place and a reason behind it. The type of food, the partners and competitors that were invited, and the way people arrived. It was the biggest headache for those who planned the party but when you stepped out of the car with flashing lights it was worth it. You arrived third to last, in front of Tony and Pepper and Maria and Howard. You rested your hand on Yelena’s thigh. It was the first big event you two were attending as a couple. She was wearing a high slight, dark blue dress with spaghetti straps. You were dressed in a black suit with a dark blue pocket square. Before you left, you gifted your girlfriend a diamond necklace which she was wearing. “Are you excited, sweetheart?” You asked, glancing at her.

“Fuck yeah. I’m ready to eat until I burst and drink alcohol I didn’t pay for,” you rolled your eyes, stopping the car and putting it in the park. A valet attendant would park it for you. You could hear the paparazzi and see the lights from their cameras.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Yelena smiled before capturing her lips with yours. It was a slow kiss and she pulled away before you could ruin her makeup. You could kiss her for hours if she let you. Every time you kissed her your stomach flipped.

“About 100 times, darling,” she said.

“Well I’ll tell you 100 more,” you kissed her again. “Let’s go woo the crowd, baby.” You got out first, waving to the crowd before running over to the passenger side. You opened the door and held out your hand. Yelena took it and you helped her out. The camera lights began to go crazy but your eyes were only on your girlfriend. You stared at each other for a moment before heading to the entrance. Then the questions started. ‘Y/n, how long have you been dating Yelena Belova?’ ‘Is this why you pushed so hard for the Wakanda Project?’ ‘Has this affected your working relationship?’ ‘Can you comment on Wanda and Vision’s relationship?’ But you paid no mind to them.

Oh, you remembered the headlines from the first event after your break up with Wanda and she attended it with Vision. ‘Maximoff is after a REAL Stark.’ ‘Y/n loses to the Starks again.’ It was brutal. Maria, the company’s PR, had to put out a lot of fires. You made it your mission to make her job as easy as possible. So you ignored the questions and you had a statement ready to go live tomorrow. You and Yelena stopped for one more picture before entering the venue. You felt a weight lifted off your shoulders, feeling safe within the building. Only selective reporters were allowed during the actual event. “I hate the press,” you mumbled, holding onto Yelena’s hand. She chuckled as her sister and Bucky walked over. The redhead was wearing a floor-length black strapless dress and Bucky wore a suit with his tie red that matched Natasha’s lipstick.

“I see you both made it through alive,” Natasha said.

“Barely,” Yelena teased.

“I don’t know how you deal with them all the time,” Bucky mumbled.

“With a lot of alcohol,” you smiled. “Let’s go drink.”

You were at the founder's table with the Starks plus Wanda, Pepper, Natasha, and Bucky. It was…special to say the least. You kept your hand on Yelena’s thigh while Wanda kept sending daggers your way. It was amazing to see how jealous she was as her new husband ignored her. You noticed Yelena’s drink was getting low as she was in a deep conversation with Pepper. You stood up and took her drink, whispering, ‘I’ll be right back,’ to your girlfriend. Before you could leave the table, Yelena turned to kiss you. You smiled and walked over to the bar. As you waited for the bartender, you heard a set of footsteps approaching you. You knew it was Wanda without having to turn around. You sighed. “What do you want Wanda?” You asked. “You’ve been starring daggers at me all night.”

“I don’t think Yelena is good for you,” She said, standing next to you. You gave yourself whiplash on how fast you turned to look at her, not hiding the shock by her blunt comment. “You both are in different stages of life. You are well established in your career and she’s just getting her footing. It’s not fair to you that she’s using you to get ahead.” Your jaw clenched. Oh, you were so close to losing your cool.

“It’s so nice that Vision looks like a loving and doting husband,” you deadpanned as the bartender put your drinks down. “Oh, I’m sorry I thought were saying things that aren’t true. Stay out of my relationship and I’ll stay out of yours.” As you grew into your career you learned to ignore what people said around you. It was damaging to your mental health to follow every rumor or lie spread about you. Even though your relationship wasn’t out to the public those you worked with knew. They were respectful at face value but you heard their whispers. They questioned the validity of your relationship with Yelena and you were only together to benefit the company or each other. It was ridiculous but your anxiety-induced brain made you question everything. Yelena was so far out of your league, that you wondered why she picked you.

You sat back down with your and Yelena’s drink. “Thank you, dorogoy (sweetheart),” she smiled but frowned suddenly. “What’s wrong?” She asked. You forced a smile and shook your head.

“Nothing,” you said, putting your arm behind her chair. “Don’t worry about it.” Yelena watched as Wanda returned to her seat, you could see the gears turning in her head. “Don’t,” you whispered in her ear and kissed her neck. “She’s not worth it.” She looked at you, her lips were inches from yours.

“Come with me,” she said. You knew there was no room for argument. You both excused yourself from the table as Tony cat-called you both. You fought the urge to flip him off as Yelena dragged you to a hallway. “What did she do?” She asked once you were alone.

“Nothing important,” you said, leaning against the wall. “Nothing that I know that isn’t true,” you looked away from the blonde. She sighed, closing the space, and used her finger to force you to look back at her.

“It’s bothering you. So I want to know how to help,” she smirked. “Or I can go over there and force her to tell me, you know I’ve been looking for a reason to kick her ass,” you chuckled. That would be a sight to see. You hated the idea of keeping stuff from her but you didn’t want to upset her. You sighed.

“She said you aren’t good for me,” you told her. “That you are just using me to advance your career.” Her green eyes went wide.

“You know that isn’t true, right?” She whispered. “I-I would never do that.” Tears began to swell in her eyes.

“Hey,” you brought her in for a hug. “I know you wouldn’t. No tears, okay? Don’t let that bitch ruin your makeup,” she laughed against your chest but you kept her in your arms when she didn’t pull away. “Sometimes,” you continued. “I can’t believe that I get to call you mine. You are so far out of my league that my mind likes to be my biggest enemy.” Yelena looked up at you.

“Have you looked in a mirror, detka (babe)?” She questioned. “Or hear what some of the newer associates say about you or read what the press writes?” You remembered the article that Tony joked about. You were New York City’s most eligible bachelorette for a while. “You have the looks, power, and money, and I’m out of your league.”

“Yes because you see as me and not as a Stark without the last name.”

“And I love you with or without the responsibility that comes with that name.” You stared at her.

“I love you too,” you said without hesitation and captured her lips. Someone coughing broke you both apart. It was Maria.

“As cute and disgusting as this is,” she smirked. “The award ceremony is about to start.” Ugh, that meant it was time for your speech.

“Thank you, Maria,” Yelena smiled. “We’ll be right out,” the brunette left, playfully pointing to her watch. “Ready?” You weren’t. You were dreading to go back to that table. As your girlfriend turned to leave, you pulled her back towards you. “What-?” you kissed her.

“Tell me again,” you whispered against her lips. She looked confused. “Please baby girl,” you pleaded. “Tell me again.” Her confusion disappeared and she smiled.

“I love you,” the blonde said. “I am yours and you are mine.” Your heart fluttered.

“I’m yours.”

“Are you excited?” Pepper asked, helping you put on Howard’s cufflinks. You waited for the click of the camera to go off before answering.

“I am,” you smiled. “I think I’m more excited for the reception than the ceremony.” Another photo. Pepper laughed.

“I was the same way,” she moved behind you to fix your collar and lay your bow tie flat. “I want you to know Yelena has helped you a lot but you’ve done amazing as well.” If Tony was the brother you never had, Pepper was the sister. You smiled. “It wasn’t easy but you opened up your heart again.”

“It was worth it,” you told her. “It was worth all the growing pains and hurdles we went through,” Pepper hummed. “And thank you for being there when I wasn’t. You have a lot on your plate and I’m sorry I added onto it.”

“Never apologize,” she placed your hands on your shoulders. “You are family,” you watched her smile through the mirror. “Now you are wedding ready.” You were wearing a cream three-piece suit. The blue jay pin was attached to your breast pocket and the color of your bow tie matched the sage green of the bridal party. You smiled back at her.

You loved your job. Loved it so much. But there were moments that you hated it. You figured that was common for any job. There was a pile of new hires, project requests, and yearly reviews that needed to be done. It seemed to be never-ending as the company continued to grow. You sighed, rolling your neck to release some of the tension, and got back to work. The hours seemed to keep passing but the piles of paper were never ending. A gentle knock on your office caused you to look up as Yelena walked in. “Hi,” you said. She looked concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Are you?” She countered. “We were supposed to meet at Kumos and you weren’t answering your phone. I was worried,” you glanced at the clock.

“Shit,” you stood up suddenly, knocking against your desk. The lamp rattled from the impact. “I’m so sorry. I lost track of time.” You rushed out. Your hands shook as you began to organize the papers on your desk.

“Hey, it’s okay.” But you shook your head.

“I should have been paying attention to the time,” you said. You felt the panic build in your chest. “I got busy with all this,” you gestured to the mess on your desk. “I’m not creating excuses,” you added on. “I-”

“Dorogoy (sweetheart),” she cut you off, raising her hands to stop you. You flinched from the sudden action. Yelena frowned, the worry evident on her face. “Baby,” she said slowly.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. You needed to get out of here. Quickly, you ran into the bathroom and closed the door behind you. You locked it and slid down the wall until you hit the ground. It felt like there was a thousand pounds of pressure resting on your chest. Every breath you tried to take got caught in your lungs. Everything felt too small and too big at once like you were sinking and couldn’t get out.

Yelena watched as you quickly ran into the small bathroom and slammed the door shut. The sound caused the blonde to snap out of her haze and rush to the door but she heard the door lock. “Fuck,” she mumbled. She knew banging on the door and pleading for you to come out would send you deeper into a panic attack. She’s had to calm her sister down from them. Fishing her phone out of her pocket she scrolled through her contacts. Tony was out of town. She wasn’t sure if she could get her sister involved and she sure wasn’t hell going to call Wanda. That left Pepper. The Russian has texted the CEO a handful of times, mostly regarding takeout when they were at the office late. She was running out of options and hit call. The CEO picked up on the second ring.

“Yelena,” she said slowly. “What’s wrong?” The blonde sighed and began to pace in front of your bathroom.

“I’m in Y/n’s office and she had a panic attack and locked herself in the bathroom. I didn’t know who to call or what to do,” Yelena rattled off. Pepper was silent on the other end.

“I’ll be right down,” she sighed in relief.

“Thank you. I owe you one,” Pepper chuckled.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” the CEO said. “You don’t owe me anything.”

You were still on the floor, back against the wall, and knees to your chest. Everything you tried to calm your breathing down didn’t work and you felt yourself panic all over again. “Hey, it’s me,” you heard Pepper say. “Can you open the door for me?” You couldn’t move. “Or do you want me to use Tony’s spare key?”

“Key,” you said. The door unlocked and Pepper slowly opened it. You watched with tears in your eyes as she closed it behind her and sat down next to you.

“When was the last time you washed this floor?” She joked. You laughed as the dam finally broke. “Come here,” she pulled in a side hug as you cried against her.

“Is-is she mad at me?” You asked.

“No, she’s just worried but we aren’t going to talk about that right now. I just need you to breathe.” You’ve been plagued by panic attacks all of your life and you were prescribed medication at 10 years old. Sometimes the pill didn’t help and your anxiety got the better of you. But this helped, being fully hugged by another person grounded you. You focused on the way Pepper slowed down her breathing and the scent of her floral perfume. “Tell me,” she finally said, drawing circles on your back. “What’s going through your head?” You let out a shaky breath.

“I got caught up in work,” you told her. “And I missed a date with Yelena. I panicked.”

“Why did you panic? Yelena told me you flinched when she raised her hands.” You did?

“I thought she was going to be mad at me,” you said slowly. Pepper pulled away from you to sit in front of you. She pulled your legs down so you could get more air in your lungs.

“Can you be honest with me for one question?” You nodded. “Did Wanda hit you?” Your eyes widened at the accusation.

“What? No, never,” Pepper didn’t look convinced. “I promise. Sometimes she would get upset if she thought I was prioritizing work over our relationship. It was my fault,” you defended. “I should have done better. I should have been better.” Pepper sighed.

“Honey, you and Tony are so much alike I have to remind myself you aren’t a full-blood Stark,” you smiled, wiping away some of your tears. “Do you know how many times he has missed a date because he was too busy? I’ll answer, a lot,” you chuckled. Half the time you were in the lab when Pepper came looking. She never got angry with him, a simple roll of her eyes and she asked what he was working on. You would order pizza or Chinese and the three of you would sit and talk and laugh. It was some of your favorite memories. “I knew he didn’t love me any less. His brain is just a little scattered just like yours.” That was an underestimate, you had so many thoughts and ideas running through your head it was a little overwhelming. “My guess is when you missed a date with Wanda you made it up to her an extravagant way the next day.” You nodded.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I just didn’t want her to be upset with me. I-” You cleared your throat. “I sometimes flinch when someone raises their voice or moves their hands quickly. I love my parents but they argued a lot.”

“Have you told Yelena this?” You shook your head, looking down at your hands. “Why?”

“Wanda didn’t seem interested in helping me through it,” you shrugged. “I learned to manage it by myself.” Wanda was your first real girlfriend. You didn’t count quick flings in high school and college or random hookups here and there. You were too busy with work or school or managing your public image.

“Look at me,” you did. She was pissed. You’ve seen her with this dark look in her eyes when she was speaking to Stark’s competitors or dealing with the press. “I need you to listen to me, okay?” You nodded. “Yelena is not Wanda and I know it’s gonna take time for you to trust her with this part of you but doesn’t seem better to have some help with this,” you nodded. It was lonely, swimming in the dark cavern looking for a way out. Pepper smiled. “Do you want to speak with Yelena?”

“Yes, please,” you were surprised that she was still here. “Thank you, Pepper. I appreciate it.” The CEO stood up and walked over to the door.

“We are family, always have been, and always will be, got it?” You nodded. “Now follow up question, do you want me to kill Wanda?” Your jaw dropped but soon your laugh echoed against the bathroom walls. “I’m serious. I don’t care if she’s my sister-in-law or whatever.”

“No need,” you smiled. “Besides I think that list is pretty long.”

“Ain't that the truth,” Pepper winked at you before exiting that bathroom.

The door wasn’t closed for long as it reopened and Yelena walked in, taking the spot where Pepper sat. “Hi baby,” you whispered, holding out your hand. She took it. “First, I’m sorry I hid from you. I was just scared and stressed with work. Second, thank you for calling Pepper.” She nodded as she stared at your connected hands.

“What can I do to help?” She questioned. You raised your eyebrows in question. “Your panic attacks. What do you need?” Oh. Wanda never asked. “For me, I don’t like to be touched and the 5 senses counting down works best for me,” you frowned.

“I don’t know you got panic attacks.” Yelena chuckled.

“I bounced around Russian and American foster homes of course I have panic attacks.”

“Why haven’t you told me about them?”

“Why haven’t you told me about yours?” She countered. You sighed, looking away from her. “Not sure when the best time to talk about my past.” She squeezed your hand.

“Wanda didn’t bother to help me,” you admitted. “So I’ve learned to keep it to myself.”

“Hey,” she said softly. You looked at her. “I’m not Wanda. I’m here for the good and the bad, okay?” You nodded.

“Okay,” you whispered.

You were sitting on the couch while you listened to Sarah and Tony bicker back and forth. According to Maria, you were ahead of schedule so you had a few moments of peace before it got crazy again. “Knock, knock,” the door to your suite opened. Natasha walked in wearing a sage green dress.

“Looking good, Romanoff,” Tony whistled. The redhead rolled her eyes.

“You clean up nice, Stark,” she looked at you. “Can we talk?” You hated the way your stomach dropped.

“Yeah, of course,” you stood up and walked over to her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you gave her a pointed look. “Okay, Yelena had a small panic attack and locked herself in the bathroom. She’s refusing to come out.”

“Take me to her.” You said to her without hesitation.

“I can’t,” she sighed. “She doesn’t want you to see her.”

“I can speak to her through the door,” you reasoned with her. “Natasha, please.”

“Come on,” Natasha gave in. You left your suite without a word to your bridal party and followed her to her room where Yelena was getting ready. You were grateful for Natasha. If it wasn’t for her gentle push you knew you would have danced around your feelings for her sister, too scared to mess up your friendship with her.

“Just send it over to me,” you said, pacing behind your desk. “No, I trust you completely but you have your hands full and I can help,” the door to your office quietly opened. You smiled at your girlfriend and put your finger up to tell her you would be done in a minute. “Hope, I promise it’s not that big of a deal.” Yelena pushed your chair out of the way and sat on top of your desk. You smiled. “I know the next time I’m in California we'll get drinks. Give my love to Scott and Cassie. Bye,” you hung up. Yelena spread her legs to make space for you. You through your phone onto the chair and placed your hands on her thighs. “What are you doing, baby?” You asked. She placed her arms around your neck.

“I was missing you,” you smirked.

“You saw me at the all-company meeting.” She huffed.

“Not the same and you know it,” she pouted. You chuckled, kissing her shoulder and up to her neck. She pulled you closer.

“You can’t stay long,” you mumbled inches away from her lips. “I have a meeting with your sister.” The blonde rolled her eyes, groaning slightly.

“Please never mention my sister and kiss me.” You obeyed because you could never deny her. You kept the kiss slow, not trusting yourself to get carried away. Yelena was intoxicating, that was the best way to describe her. You could get lost in the way she kissed and touched you.

“Yelena,” you warned when you felt her tug your hair slightly. “We can’t do this here.” You wanted to push all your work off your desk and take her right here but you couldn’t. The morning wasn’t enough for you.

“Your meeting with your Chief of Staff isn’t for another 45 minutes,” Yelena mumbled. “You can make me cum before then.” You groaned, resting your head on her shoulder.

“Baby girl,” you whispered, kissing her neck. “You can’t say stuff like that.” You heard her breathing hitch when your lips grazed a sensitive spot on her neck.

“Clocks a ticking, moya lyubov’ (my love),” the last of your restrain flew out of the window and you crashed your lips against hers. She smiled, grabbing onto you tightly as your fingers fiddled with the belt of her pants and unzipped the zipper.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” You asked, hands skimming underneath her shirt and goosebumps erupted on her skin. “It’s so hard to keep my hands off of you.”

“Pozhaluysta (please), don’t tease me.” You chuckled, nipping at the skin underneath her ear. You were careful to not leave any visible marks.

“I got you, sweetheart,” you promised. “I’ll always have you.” You trailed your hand down her chest and trailed your finger underneath her pants, the door of your office opened. Yelena jumped, zipping up her pants.

“Ugh,” Natasha groaned. “Not you two too,” she walked over to your desk with the paperwork for your meeting. “I already have to worry about walking in on Carol and Val.” Yelena burrowed her face in the crook of your neck unable to look at her sister. You chuckled.

“Please, I’ve walked in on you and Bucky so many times,” Natasha smirked.

“A little tip, lock the door,” she hit Yelena on the shoulder. “Come on sestra you can get laid on company time after our meeting.” You felt the blonde let out a small huff and jump off your desk, kissing you softly. Your girlfriend flipped her sister off before leaving your office and closed the door behind her.

“Shut up,” you said, sitting down in your chair.

“I have to go bleach my eyes after this meeting,” you rolled your eyes as Natasha sat down. But that smirk was still on her face. “Or drink it so I can forget the image of you having your hand down my sister’s pants.”

“My hand was not down her pants,” you deadpanned. Natasha glared at you. “Whatever, let’s get this meeting going.” Natasha chuckled.

“Of course, someone has a meeting to have an orgasm.”

Natasha opened the door to the suite and it was empty of Yelena’s bridal party. She opened the closed door. “Thank you.”

“I’ll give you space. Call me if you need anything,” you nodded and walked over to the bathroom door, gently knocking on the door.

“Go away,” her voice shook. You fought every nerve in your body to break down the door and wrap her in your arms.

“Sweetheart, it’s me.” She was silent on the other side.

“You're not supposed to see me.” You smiled.

“I’m behind the door, my love. I can’t see you, I promise. Can you tell me what’s going on?” You could hear her breathing begin to pick up. “Hey, hey,” you cooed. “Count for me, baby. 5 things you can see.” You wondered if she heard you as she was so quiet.

“Natasha’s makeup bag, a hair dryer, my towel, Melina’s robe,” she laughed. “And a bottle of vodka Alexei left.” You laughed along with her. You loved Melina and Alexei, the odd couple who always made you laugh.

“Good job sweetheart. 4 things you can touch.”

“Bathroom mat, the door, the tile floor, and the silk of my robe.” You praised her each time she counted something in the bathroom that went along with her senses until her breathing slowed down. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “You shouldn’t have to deal with me like this,” you shook your head even though she couldn’t see you. You sat down with your back against the door.

“Nonsense,” you said. “You will always be my number one priority. So why did you lock yourself in the bathroom?” You asked. You heard her sigh.

“People are going to be looking at me,” she finally said. You kept the snarky comment at bay; ‘Well it is your wedding.’ You knew there was more. “And I started to panic because what if I fall or mess up my vows or Alexei embarrasses me.” You smiled.

“Well, he’s already going to do that so that’s a given,” she chuckled. “Do you want to call off the wedding?” Yelena gasped.

“No, no. I think Natasha would kill me,” You knew she would never do that. “And I’m not doubting I want to marry you,” well that was a relief. “I just panicked.” You hummed. “You must think I’m stupid.”

“Never, baby, I understand anxiety better than most people. There are going to be a lot of eyes on both of us but do you know where my eyes will be?”

“Where?” Yelena questioned.

“On you. I don’t care about anybody else,” you truthfully said. “And you just have to keep your eyes on me. Nobody else matters,” she was quiet as you brought one leg up to your chest and chuckled. “Do you remember when I asked you to marry me?”

“Before or after I punched you,” she deadpanned. You laughed which caused Yelena to laugh along with you. You asked her to marry her on parent’s farm. She was in disbelief at the question her instinct was to punch you. It got a laugh out of everyone that was there to witness it but she said yes.

“Happiest day of my life,” you admitted. “Well, that is a lie, every day spent with is the happiest day of my life.”

“That was disgustingly cute,” you rolled your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smiled. “So are we going to get married today?” You heard rustling on the other side of the door, you figured she was standing up. You mirrored her actions. The clicking of the door unlocked and it opened slightly. She brought out her hand and you took it.

“See you are the alter,” you kissed her hand.

“See you there.”

Oh, you were going to throw up. You wanted to take back everything you said. You were nervous as Maria kissed your cheek and Howard hugged you, and they left you at the altar. They took their seats next to the empty ones you left for your parents. Next was the wedding party and you felt Tony grab onto your shoulder. “You are going to cause an earthquake for how much you are shaking,” he mumbled. “Breathe.” You nodded as Cooper and Nate walked down the aisle followed by Lila and Morgan. The music changed, the crowd stood up, and there she was.

“Holy shit,” you said, smiling. You heard Tony and Pepper chuckle at your reaction. It was the first time you saw the dress. Yelena went dress shopping with Melina, Natasha, Laura, and Pepper when you were on a work trip. The dress had a lace top and the style hugged every curve. It had a beautiful train behind her. Every guest's eyes were on her, she was the star of the show but her green eyes were only on you. Alexei kissed Yelena on the top of her head when they stopped in front of you and he turned to face you.

“You hurt, my little girl, I will kill you,” he deadpanned but you saw the joke in his eyes. “I have the skills to do it.” You rolled your eyes at the man.

“Dad,” Yelena warned but Alexei ignored his daughter and hugged you tight.

“You are good for her,” he whispered. “You keep her heart good.” He let you go and joined Melina at his seat. You took her hands and smiled.

“Hi,” you said. “You didn’t fall.” Yelena chuckled softly.

“No,” she whispered. “My eyes were only on you.”

With the ceremony over, changed into your reception suit, and a plate full of food, you made your way back to the sweetheart's table. You stopped as you saw Wanda walking with Carol. You knew she RSVP you still weren’t sure if she’d come. Placing your bowl of mac and cheese down and took a sip of your drink. Damn your wife for getting you addicted to the cheesy pasta. Wife. Yelena was your wife. You loved the sound of that. You walked over to your ex. To your surprise, she smiled when she saw you. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.” You admitted.

“You are the one that invited me.”

“Well, you invited me to yours. I was just returning the favor,” You looked around the venue. “Where’s the hubby?” You questioned.

“Watching the twins,” you raised your eyebrow.

“He doesn’t like me very much does he?” You asked. She didn’t answer but her smile told you everything. There was a time you hated the man too but you learned to let that emotion go. It was better to move forward and not get stuck in the past.

“I wanted to apologize to you and at some point Yelena.” That was odd. “Natasha knocked some sense into me.” You chuckled. “So I’m sorry.” You crossed your arms.

“For what exactly?” There was a lot she needed to apologize and you wondered what she was going to pick. Wanda sighed.

“I have a lot to apologize for but I’m sorry for everything I said about you and Yelena. It was done in poor taste and I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”

“I’m not giving it to you,” her face showed the shock she was in. “I don’t think you realize how damaging your actions and words hurt me and the person I love.”

“Why did you invite my family?” She asked.

“I could ask you the same question,” You moved to stand next to her to overlook the party. Yelena was doing a shot with Natasha, Bucky, and Alexei. She changed out of her wedding dress into a white jumpsuit. You loved the way she was smiling. “I don’t like how things ended between us,” you stated. “At one point you were my best friend but it got us to where we needed to be. You with Vision and me with Yelena. I guess it counts for something,” You looked at Wanda, who was frowning. “You aren’t happy with Vision, are you?” Wanda sighed, shrugging her shoulders.

“Not as happy as I thought I’d be.” You wondered what was going on behind closed doors. You hummed.

“Maybe that’s your problem, Wanda. The talent behind happiness is appreciating and liking what you have, instead of what you don’t have.” You walked over to Yelena, wrapping your arms around her waist. “Having fun?” You asked. She excitedly nodded her head.

“I beat Bucky at Pennies,” she said, smiling at you sheepishly. You squeezed her waist to get her to tell you what she was hiding. “You are going to need more mac and cheese, I ate yours.” You gasped.

“Baby!” You spun her around in your arms as she laughed. “We have an all-you-can-eat mac and cheese bar and you eat mine.” Her laughter continued as she rested her chin on your chest. “Why did you eat mine?”

“Because it was just sitting there and I like how you make yours and I couldn’t let it get cold so I ate it.” She giggled.

“God, I fucking love you,” you mumbled, kissing her.

“ya tozhe tebya lyublyu, moya zhena (I love you too, my wife)”

“Moya zhena (my wife),” you repeated and kissed her again.

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ficsbyuzi · 6 months ago

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All the ways lead to you - part 1

Characters: Aemond Targaryen, Inara Maegyr (Original female character) in a Modern HOTD AU

Warnings : FICTIONAL PLOTLINE. Established relationship. Me swooning over Aemond Targaryen and writing this🤭 Inara being a sweet and awesome girl.

Note: This post and that a mutual of mine (@/elegantsplendour) remarked that this fic series has 'Succession' vibes. I wasn't aware of the show when I wrote this last year, and I still haven't watched it. Any resemblance to its plot is purely coincidental. Everything that is going to be re-posted here, comes from my delulu mind.

Inara's thoughts and a little background about her are in italics.

Word count - 1.2k

"You know me, mom, I can't just start working in some random hospital as a junior doctor," Inara spoke to her mother on phone, cradling it between her ear and shoulder as she watered her kitchen plants on a Saturday afternoon, “I am trying to find a job where I can practice both medicine and my art.”

"Where on earth will you find such a job, Inara?" Her mom questioned disapprovingly. "You will soon be a licensed doctor and able to practice medicine. You should start with a clinician job and save up for your MD tuition."

"Let me at least try, Mum. Maybe I can join some makeup manufacturing labs or intern with those big-shot skincare providers."

Inara heard her mom sigh and tut in response to her plans, a reaction she was quite used to by now. Yet, the conviction in her voice didn't falter as she continued, "I will definitely enroll in an MD program. Don't worry.”

As long as Inara could remember, she had always loved makeup. Even as a child, she would rummage through her mom's makeup kits and spend hours in front of the mirror, painting her own face and sometimes her mother's.

Her parents always wished to see her in the white coat of a doctor - a dream she shared with them. Cracking the medical entrance exams straight out of high school was a cakewalk, her sharp intellect paving the way for her.

Despite plenty of medical schools in Essos, the allure of studying abroad was too strong and liberating. The prestige of the renowned Citadel Medical School in Westeros had captured her attention long ago, and securing a seat there felt like destiny fulfilled.

While medical school required her to focus entirely on classes and books, her creative side yearned for exploration. Her love for makeup never faded, and after dedicating half her life to studying, she decided to follow her heart. A heart that always danced between two worlds, two passions, yearning to embrace both simultaneously.

As soon as she adjusted to her new life on a foreign land, she enrolled into a weekend certification course near her medical school. And, thus began her journey towards becoming a rare combination of a licensed medical practitioner and a trained makeup artist.

Days blurred into nights as she balanced the demands of medical studies with the pursuit of her passion.

Six years flew by in a whirlwind of learning and she was now nearing the end of her curriculum. After the sixth and last month of her hospital training and formal graduation, she would be a licensed medical practitioner. Thanks to her dedication to both medicine and makeup, she now stood as a certified makeup artist, with an expertise in skin care and prosthetics.

After freelancing a bridal makeup assignment a couple of months ago, she decided to take a detour from a predictable route towards advanced degrees or clinical positions straight after college. She planned to give herself a year of exploration into other career options before enrolling into an MD in Dermatology. And so she made up her mind on freelancing or finding a job that could extend her stay in Westeros, thereby allowing her to save up for her MD.

"Anyway, you've been so busy with everything else, you haven't even thought about finding someone. You're not getting any younger!" Her mom steered the course of the conversation to the topic she dreaded the most.

Oh boy, here it comes!

The inevitable discussion about her biological clock and society's expectations for single women was about to begin.

"Mom, please, I'm twenty four, not forty four!"

"Yes, and about time you started thinking of settling down!"

Rolling her eyes, Inara let out a sharp sigh.

"I have chores to do, mum. I gotta go," she cut the conversation short, trying her best to hide her rising impatience, “Bye! Love you!”

"Fine, But please think about what I said. Love you. ”

After ending the call, Inara continued staring at her phone's home screen. Smiling faces of her family stared back.

Her mom’s words still lingered in her mind, as she made herself a cup of chamomile tea and settled herself infront of her laptop.

She sipped her tea, smiling and recalling her mom's statement about doing tons of different things at a time. She had always loved to hustle. And, she loved how chimeric her career goals were. It wasn't an easy road, but she was determined to make it work somehow. Career satisfaction had always been her first priority; finding someone to date or marry, wasn't.

Inara's attention snapped back to her laptop screen, her eyes widening as she noticed the fourth and fifth unread emails from the top. Both arrived around the same time from the job search website she had signed up for.

The subject of the first email read:

Requirement of an assistant make-up artist on an upcoming TV Show.

The second one read:

Requirement of a physician / medical officer(s) on a TV production.

Universe works in the strangest of ways. All you have to do is ask.

She quickly opened both emails in separate tabs. They were from the human resources department of a television production house in King’s Landing. A period drama based on mythological history was in pre-production, and the HR team was hiring people on contract basis.

As someone who rarely watched television,or movies, she chuckled at the thought of working on a TV production house. Nevertheless, she decided to give it a try. With a few quick clicks, she accessed the links for both the positions and uploaded her resume. As she crafted cover letters for each position, wishful thoughts surfaced again. She let out another exhilarating chuckle, as a wave of nervous excitement crawled down her spine.

How fun and cool it would be, if I could somehow do both the jobs simultaneously.

A week later, as Inara was on her way home from the hospital where she interned, her phone rang. Seeing a number with the King’s Landing code, she gasped.

With her heart alight with anticipation, she answered the call. Clearing her throat, she adopted her sweetest and most professional tone before greeting the caller.

"Hi, Dr. Maegyr, this is Stannis calling from the HR department at Red Keep Productions. We've shortlisted your resume for the opening we posted about. Will you be available for an interview next week?"

"Hello, Mr. Stannis. Sure, I...I will be available!" She tried her best to mask the excitement in her voice. "Uh, I applied for two positions. May I know which one I have been shortlisted for?"

"Dr. Maegyr, your profile is one of the most interesting we've received so far. You have been called to interview for both positions. I can't say with certainty right now if you'll be hired for one or both roles as that will be decided based on your performance in the interviews." She could sense his smile through the phone.

"Thank you," she mouthed, looking up, her amber eyes sparkling with gratitude.

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Part 2

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soupofmushrooms · 4 months ago

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Karasuno Hair Salon!AU headcanons

I went to get a haircut a while ago and my hairdresser had silver hair like Suga's and it inspired this whole mess. Also, I don't know much about the hair salon business so take this with a huge chunk of salt?? Mostly assessing based of the qualities of the characters. Do not look too closely because there will be gaps.

Characters: All of your Karasuno volleyball team favourites + Yachi, Kiyoko, Ukai, Takeda

Sawamura Daichi

He takes on a senior/ manager role, has plenty of experience under his belt.

Makes small talk with the customer

Knows the regulars by names

Assigns shifts

Trains the rest of the staffs and is fairly good at all the roles

Covers whoever who can't make it

Used to give his siblings haircuts while they were growing up

I feel like he'd be open to going around to elderly homes and giving them free haircuts

Man's a guy who serves the community!!

Sugawara Koushi

He is so loved by all grandmamas and children.

Man can butter up ANYONE

and he lays it on thick

He's respectful, cheerful, and a good yapper

Children thinks he's kind and friendly

Generally pleasant guy

Will bribe children with candy so they stay still

Azumane Asahi

He knows the way he looks may scare kiddos away, so he uses his long hair to his advantage and styles it with lil' butterfly clips, pigtails and other accessories.

Has won a couple of hairdressing awards

Mostly the go-to person for more experimental styles

Has contacts in the modelling and fashion department which brings in a ton of money for the salon

The less shy children would go up to him and demands he lifts them like a lil' plane

He will never say no

Man makes a mean matcha though

Shimizu Kiyoko

Handles the makeup and photography should anyone come in with needs for bridal makeup services and other events.

Works closely with Asahi

Sometimes, they'll be out in the city together for side quests

She's a woman of many talents so pre-booking required!!!

Has a popular Instagram account dedicated to the bridal looks, mostly spread through word-of-mouth

Ennoshita Chikara

The hair salon prides themselves on incredible service as how they were trained under Ukai Sr.. So expect a nice lil drink while getting your next hairdo. The person behind the delicious coffee? Ennoshita.

Personally handles the coffee stock and orders

Has a good working relationship with the roasteries in town

Ensures each cup of coffee will brighten up your day

Does some cute doodles sometimes on the cups

WILL NOT GIVE OUT PHONE NUMBERS!! MAN'S KEEPING IT PROFESSIONAL

Cakes and other drinks are served too

Kinoshita Hisashi

Don't tell me this guy isn't the biggest gossip in this place. He easily encourages his customers to talk more, and is good at giving advice and reacting in an affirming way.

Him and Suga is always on top with the neighbourhood tea

He isn't a snitch but will act dumb about the drama

Narita Kazuhito

He plays a regular hairstylist role but helps out with Kageyama at the hairwashing station on busier days.

Has an adaptable personality so Daichi pairs him with new customers to have a feel for their personality

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

What many don't know about him is that he is a rather creative and artistic guy.

Paints nails and does incredible nail art

Can get eerily focused unlike his usual loud self

Practices new skills on Kiyoko (HIS WIFE!!)

Kiyoko ofc gets compliments and directs them to her incredible husband

And he recommends his WIFE'S makeup and photography services

SUCH A COUPLE

BUSINESS IS BOOMING

BIG MONEY BIG MONEY

Will also rock some sick nail designs, man does not care

The team also enjoy getting their nails done by him

Hinata's down for whatever's brightly coloured and funky

Kageyama doesn't do colour but does a clear coat

The team usually play with colours and designs but no rhinestones for them since it can get in the way

Nishinoya Yuu

When you need a dye job, he's the man.

Gets very excited when someone needs his services

Will talk you through the process, how to care for your new hair, and recommends the right shade for your skin etc

Does a very thorough job in explaining it all

Has a little steppy stool

I feel like he will change that dyed part of his hair quite often. Different colours. Same part. It's kinda funny.

Is very patient throughout the process

Will send a complimentary cake your way as a thank you for the many hours it takes

Hinata Shouyou

Makes light conversation with the regulars when he gives them a haircut.

Daichi also sends new customers his way since Hinata has a certain knack of interpreting someone's requests

Loves it when customers give him free reign

Usually uses that opportunity to film those blind pick challenges

Nails it usually

Kageyama Tobio

King of scalp massages

Gives a killer scalp massage

And a neck massage

Is very attentive to his customers and will always ask if the pressure is too hard or too soft

Instantly relaxing

Plays an assistant role to Noya, incredible eye for colour mixing

Approaches every task with dedication.

Man's also turning to Asahi for advice on creating the next big look

Star employee!! Despite being a little socially stunted

Is working on that though!!

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Apprentice under Ennoshita and handles social media with Yachi

Appears in their TikToks

Likes making different latte art designs. His current go to is a bear since it appeals to everyone. The peacock is a challenge though.

Brainstorms a lot of the content ideas with Yachi, but he's usually the face of it

Has a strong online presence though despite being a little shy in real life

Occasionally, he goes to Suga to ask for tips and learns from him. Suga's more than willing to share his knowledge!

Tsukishima Kei

I see him as taking this only as a part-time job though just for the money.

I see him working together with Daichi to go around giving free haircut to the community centres

He's being paid for it and that's fine by him

It's not the ideal part-time job but it's near his college, pays decently and fits his schedule

His best friend works there and enjoys it, so that's a little bit of a bonus too

I can imagine his brother being the type to be quite fond of caring for the community, so it rubs off on him a bit too

Daichi is understanding of his frank personality. In the end, it really is just a job so no big deal.

Yachi Hitoka

Handles marketing and social media.

It started as a kind deed to help the small business grow but ended up liking the team and stayed on.

Is definitely why they're blowing up online

Usually films the TikToks but plans the content with Yamaguchi

Very on trend, very quick on trends

Also knows who what the people want to see

Ukai Kenshin

Runs his mother's store but spreads the word about the hair salon.

His grandfather started hair salon, and when his dad married, his dad didn't realise that tending to the farm would be incredibly demanding and it was impossible to hold on to both businesses.

The hair salon went to his uncle for a while until he fell ill.

Somehow it fell into the hands of the Takeda family.

Completely entrusts it to the new team to run it.

Is very fond of the new team.

Takeda Ittetsu

He grew up going to the hair salon.

His grandfather used to hang out there with Ukai Sr. all the time.

They'd sit outside and have a smoke, next to lil Takeda who would be doing his homework.

Has many good memories with his grandfather at that hair salon.

So when it was struggling, he struck a deal to run it instead.

Now he's out building opportunities for them, getting them signed on with new businesses and partnerships.

He has a meeting with Shiseido next week.

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Different Kind Of Runway ✨ | Reuben “Payback” Fitch Headcanon

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Lt. Reuben “Payback” Fitch married to a supermodel would look like:

Believe it or not, Reuben is quite the fashion guy and how y’all met was cause he managed to go to New York Fashion Week due to his sister being a makeup artist. She had him as her plus one and they both got to attend one of the after parties. It was at the party you met Reuben and he of course knew your face—-you had captivated him on the runway that day when you walked for Tommy Hilfiger.

Spotting his sister, who had done your makeup for the show, you sped over to say hi which is where she introduced you to the man who would become your husband. When you saw him the first thing you thought was, “wow.” He was TALL and you are quite the tall girl yourself (which was how you got scouted at 17 standing at 5’11) but he was taller and the finest man you’d ever seen—and you’ve dated male models before.

“Y/n, I’d like you to meet my brother, Lt. Reuben Fitch. Rue this is Y/n L/n.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I’m Reuben.” Before you knew it you two had talked all night way past the party ending and had went to a bar to continue to the conversation. You found out he was a Naval aviator with a call sign called ‘Payback,’ and stationed at NAS Oceana in Virginia.

“Payback? That’s kinda badass—how’d you get that name?” “Well in flight school I sorta..intentionally made someone buy a round for everyone in a bar but I felt bad and paid them back.” “And here I thought it was because you know how to get revenge if someone wrongs you.” “Well I can do that too.”

You both knew that night you’d want to continue getting to know one another, so you exchanged numbers and planned a date. Being based in New York meant you didn’t have to travel far to see him and vice versa. On weekends he’d come to New York or if you had a week off from shoots you’ll drive to Virginia. Your relationship was like that, and then when you got married you moved in with him but traveled whenever you booked a gig or show.

Reuben is that husband who if he comes with you to a shoot or show he’s taking pics and videos of you on his phone. Sometimes he’ll copy your poses to make you laugh, which the photographer loves when they want some candid shots. Expect to hear him go, “woooork. Yes ma’am, give me face. Show me your best Vogue.” Sometimes the photographer will ask him to join and Reuben will throw you over his shoulder and spin you around in a fit of giggles. Dip you before kissing you, hold you bridal style, and of course do some model poses with your help.

Whenever you are featured on the cover of a magazine like Vogue, Playboy, Sports Illustrated or Variety Payback collects them and will have at least one of them in his office. His coworkers are always like eye boggling it then they see the wedding photo next to it and are like “Holy shit….Payback got GAME.” But who could be surprised, mans is like sex on legs it’s no surprise he and his wife are the hottest couple on the planet.

Because of his job he can’t go to every show or fashion week, but he always tries to make time for NYFW since it’s sentimental to y’all. Paris, Milan, and London are rare but he has attended them once or twice, especially to see you walk Versace, Prada, & Fendi. He doesn’t embarrass you by cheering but he will pull out his phone to record you and just beam at you like a kid spotting the toy he wants for Christmas in the window of a store.

After about 5 years of marriage and 15 years of modeling you had finally achieved the status of Supermodel and had won the award of Model of the Year a couple times—becoming one of the highest paid in the industry with a staple walk that had designers booking you left and right. Unlike most models, you didn’t really attend award shows when you were invited, although you did go to the Met a few times and had Reuben as your plus one whenever you did. You were a very reserved and private person despite your public status & thankfully paparazzi who followed you were unable to get on base. This definitely came in handy when Payback was called back to Top Gun for a special mission.

When the team arrived on base for the first day of training—you had opted out of going to the bar the night before—all were confused as fuck by the crowd of cars and cameraman waiting at the visitors center. “Did the base commander die or is the president flying in?” Hangman chuckled as they took their seats. Fanboy smirked, patting Rueben’s chest, “nah it’s for his woman.”

You’d known Mickey since he and Reuben were assigned together at NAS Oceana. The two of you were as close as siblings with Mickey even coming out to support you at shows when Reuben asked him to tag along. He did fanboy like his call sign and was embarrassed to admit he did follow you on social media, which you found amusing and told him it was nothing to be embarrassed about.

The second the words left Mickey’s mouth everyone turned in their seats to look at Reuben. “Who’s your woman, Payback?” Coyote questioned, and before Reuben could answer he was cut off by Nat’s gasp, her phone in her hand as she pulled up his instagram. “You’re married to supermodel Y/n L/n!!”

You can imagine the questions your poor hubby was bombarded with. And then when he finally introduced you the day everyone went to the beach you knew they were all gonna be a part of your life forever. After the mission concluded you both kept in touch with the squad and would meet up throughout the year.

They like to joke how you are like them just you walk a different type of runway. “Hey, the jet basically struts down the runway like you when it takes off….only its pulling hundreds of miles per hour.”

Whenever y’all go out you get hit on, it’s a common occurrence and usually they back off when they see your ring or Reuben comes in sizing the dudes up. But the best is when you and Phoenix are getting borderline harassed when y’all are sitting down and you give Nat a look. She knows what’s about to happen and gets her phone ready to capture the reaction of the asshole when you stand up, in heels which make you over 6ft and look down on him. Then Reuben, Bob and Rooster come up behind you which has the dude scurry off. Nothing punches an insecure mans ego than when you size them up.

A favorite memory of yours was inviting all of them, including Mav, to the Calvin Klein show you were opening and having to get them all styled with your team. It was such beautiful chaos in the hotel suite with the guys and Phoenix having to get fitted before being hauled into hair and makeup. You had time before you were called to the venue for your own glam and dress, so for your entertainment you vlogged the whole scene. “Javy, could you please tell the people who and what you’re wearing for tonight’s show.” “Well we got the custom Calvin fit going on, curtesy of Mr. Calvin Klein himself. The suit is the finest material you’ll ever see, leather shoes and oh! —can’t forget the shades so the paps are unable to my eyes.”

“Phoenix, you look gorgeous—can you tell us a bit about your outfit?” “It’s a little chilly in New York so your team was kind to give me this beautiful Calvin Klein dress with some knee high boots and matching coat. I actually feel like a movie star—wow *laughs* is it always like this?” “Trust me when I say one can never really get used to it. If someone says so they are lying.”

Before every show Reuben gives you a kiss and tells you to keep your head high and work that runway like it’s your own personal stage. You are so grateful to have found a man who supports you and anytime you walk a show at NYFW you can’t help but wonder how lucky you are that your dream job brought you to your dream man. It’s funny how you both have a runway in your jobs that are an essential part, though it is a different type of runway 😉

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From Bridal to Business Meetings: The Growing Demand for Specialized On-Demand Makeup Services for Various Occasions

In today's fast-paced world, the demand for convenience and customization is more prevalent than ever. This trend extends into the beauty industry, where on-demand makeup services are becoming increasingly popular for a wide array of occasions. From weddings to business meetings, on-demand makeup artists are catering to the diverse needs of clients, offering specialized services that reflect the unique nature of each event. Let's explore how this growing demand is shaping the future of beauty services.

The Rise of On-Demand Makeup Services

On-demand makeup services have revolutionized how individuals access beauty professionals. In the past, booking a makeup artist often required lengthy appointments and travel, but now clients can enjoy the convenience of having a skilled artist come to their location at a time that suits them. This shift of makeup demand is driven by several factors, including busy lifestyles, the desire for personalized experiences, and the increasing importance of appearance in both personal and professional settings.

Bridal Beauty: More Than Just a Trend

One of the most significant drivers of the on-demand makeup trend is the wedding industry. Brides are increasingly seeking specialized makeup services that cater to their unique preferences and the specifics of their wedding day. On-demand makeup artists offer a range of services, from pre-wedding consultations to day-of touch-ups, ensuring that brides look their best throughout the event.

Modern brides are not just looking for a standard look but want a makeup artist who can customize their appearance to match their personal style, wedding theme, and even the venue's atmosphere. This demand for bespoke beauty solutions has led to a rise in artists who specialize in bridal makeup, offering everything from classic elegance to contemporary glamour.

Corporate and Business Events: The New Frontier

While bridal makeup is a well-established niche, the demand for cosmetics in India is expanding into other areas, such as corporate and business events. Professionals often require a polished appearance for important meetings, conferences, and presentations, and on-demand makeup services are stepping up to meet this need.

For business meetings and corporate events, clients typically seek a clean, sophisticated look that enhances their professional image without being overly dramatic. On-demand makeup artists can deliver a flawless finish that boosts confidence and ensures that clients make a strong impression. Additionally, the convenience of having a makeup artist come to the office or event venue eliminates the stress of coordinating multiple appointments and travel.

Special Occasions: From Parties to Photoshoots

On-demand makeup services are not limited to wedding function and corporate events. They are increasingly being sought for a variety of other special occasions, including parties, photoshoots, and even everyday glamour. Whether it's preparing for a high-profile gala, a milestone birthday, or a professional photoshoot, clients are turning to on-demand makeup artists for their expertise and convenience.

The versatility of on-demand services allows clients to experiment with different looks and styles, making it easier to achieve the perfect appearance for any occasion. This flexibility is particularly appealing in an era where personal expression and individuality are highly valued.

The Benefits of On-Demand Makeup Services

Convenience: On-demand makeup services offer unparalleled convenience by coming directly to the client's location. This eliminates the need for travel and allows clients to relax in their own space while receiving professional beauty services.

Personalization: On-demand makeup artists provide customized solutions tailored to the client's specific needs and preferences. Whether it's a unique bridal look or a sophisticated corporate appearance, clients can expect a personalized experience.

Top rated Makeup Efficiency: With busy schedules and tight deadlines, on-demand services save clients time by providing efficient and effective beauty solutions without the hassle of multiple appointments.

Expertise and Professionalism: On-demand makeup artists bring a high level of expertise and professionalism, ensuring that clients receive top-notch service and achieve the desired look for their special occasion.

Future of Makeup Industry

The growing demand for specialized on-demand makeup services reflects a broader trend towards convenience and personalization in the beauty industry. From bridal glamour to corporate polish, on-demand makeup artists are meeting the diverse needs of clients with tailored solutions that enhance their appearance for any occasion. As this trend continues to evolve, it is clear that on-demand makeup services will play an increasingly important role in helping individuals look and feel their best, no matter the event.

Whether you’re preparing for a wedding, a business meeting, or a special celebration, the flexibility and expertise of on-demand makeup services are revolutionizing the way we approach beauty, one occasion at a time.

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meerabhandari · 4 months ago

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How to Choose the Perfect Makeup Artist for Your Wedding

Your wedding day is one of the most important and memorable days of your life. Every detail, from the venue to the dress, is carefully chosen to ensure perfection. One of the crucial elements that can make or break your bridal look is your makeup. Finding the perfect makeup artist for your wedding is essential to achieve that flawless, radiant appearance. This blog will guide you through the steps to select the ideal makeup artist for your big day, ensuring you look and feel your best.

1. Start Your Search Early

Begin your search for a makeup artist at least six months before your wedding. This gives you ample time to research, schedule trials, and make an informed decision. Makeup artists, especially those who are highly sought after, tend to book up quickly, so starting early increases your chances of securing your preferred artist.

2. Determine Your Style

Before you start contacting makeup artists, have a clear idea of the look you want for your wedding day. Do you prefer a natural, dewy look or something more dramatic and glamorous? Collect inspiration from bridal magazines, social media, and Pinterest. Having a defined style will help you communicate your vision to potential makeup artists and ensure they can deliver the look you desire.

3. Ask for Recommendations

Word of mouth is a powerful tool when searching for a makeup artist. Ask friends, family, and recently married acquaintances for recommendations. If you have attended a wedding where the bride's makeup stood out, don't hesitate to ask for the artist's contact information. Additionally, your wedding planner or venue coordinator may have a list of preferred vendors, including makeup artists.

4. Research and Review Portfolios

Once you have a list of potential makeup artists, research their work online. Most professional makeup artists have websites or social media profiles showcasing their portfolios. Look for consistency in their work, paying attention to their ability to create different styles. Ensure their previous bridal work aligns with your desired look.

5. Check Qualifications and Experience

Experience and qualifications matter when choosing a makeup artist for your wedding. Look for artists who have completed a reputable makeup artist course in Jaipur. Formal training ensures they have the technical skills and knowledge to execute a flawless bridal look. Additionally, consider their experience in the industry and how long they have been specializing in bridal makeup.

6. Read Reviews and Testimonials

Reviews and testimonials from past clients provide valuable insights into a makeup artist's professionalism, reliability, and quality of work. Look for reviews on their website, social media pages, and third-party review platforms. Pay attention to comments about their punctuality, ability to understand and execute clients' visions, and overall experience.

7. Schedule a Trial Session

A trial session is a crucial step in selecting your makeup artist. It allows you to see firsthand how they work and whether they can achieve the look you want. During the trial, communicate your preferences clearly and provide reference images. Assess their ability to match your vision, their technique, and the longevity of the makeup. A trial session also helps you gauge your comfort level with the artist, which is important for a stress-free wedding day.

8. Discuss Products and Techniques

During your trial session or consultation, discuss the products and techniques the makeup artist plans to use. Ensure they use high-quality, long-lasting products that are suitable for your skin type. If you have any specific requirements, such as cruelty-free or hypoallergenic products, communicate these to the artist. Understanding their approach will give you confidence in their ability to deliver a flawless look.

9. Consider Your Budget

Bridal makeup can vary significantly in cost, depending on the artist's experience, location, and the services provided. Determine your budget for makeup and ensure the artists you are considering fall within this range. While it's important to stay within your budget, remember that your wedding day is a once-in-a-lifetime event. Investing in a skilled makeup artist is worthwhile to ensure you look and feel your best.

10. Evaluate Their Professionalism

Professionalism is key when working with any wedding vendor, including your makeup artist. Pay attention to how they communicate, their punctuality, and their willingness to address your concerns. A professional makeup artist, especially one who has completed a reputable makeup artist course in Jaipur, will be organized, responsive, and dedicated to making your experience enjoyable and stress-free.

11. Confirm Availability and Book Early

Once you have found the perfect makeup artist, confirm their availability for your wedding date. Makeup artists can book up quickly, especially during peak wedding seasons. To secure your preferred artist, book as early as possible. Make sure to discuss and agree upon the terms of the booking, including the deposit, payment schedule, and cancellation policy.

12. Trust Your Instincts

Ultimately, trust your instincts when choosing a makeup artist. If you feel comfortable and confident in their abilities, you are likely making the right choice. Your wedding day is a personal and emotional experience, and working with a makeup artist who understands and respects your vision will contribute to a positive and memorable day.

Highlight: Meera Bhandari Makeovers

One standout option for brides in Jaipur is Meera Bhandari Makeovers. Known for her exceptional skills and personalized approach, Meera Bhandari has built a reputation for creating stunning bridal looks. Her extensive experience and commitment to using high-quality products ensure that each bride feels confident and beautiful on her special day. Whether you desire a natural, elegant look or a glamorous transformation, Meera Bhandari Makeovers can bring your vision to life.

Conclusion

Choosing the perfect makeup artist for your wedding is a crucial step in ensuring you look and feel your best on your special day. By starting your search early, determining your style, and thoroughly researching potential artists, you can find a professional who meets your needs and exceeds your expectations. Remember to consider qualifications, experience, and reviews, and schedule a trial session to assess their skills. With the right makeup artist by your side, you'll be ready to walk down the aisle with confidence and radiance.

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bellarosethefangirl · 2 years ago

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Trish Una x OC Post

Trish x Abella Wedding Heacanons 👰👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👰

Here’s a link to my JJBA Masterlist I write a lot of character x reader. I also have Trish x Abella under the Trish x OC category if you’re interested in their story. My OC is a self insert OC so she’s me. I like creating OC content for fun. I enjoy talking about OCs so feel free to tell me about your own OCs if you like.

Trish would be the one to propose with how confident she is. They get married within three years of their committed relationship to each other. Trish truly understood Abella was her soul mate after knowing her for seven years. It was when Abella dedicated a fashion line of clothing to her beloved Trish she knew Abella was her bride to be. The popstar proposed to Abella after a garden date. While they looked over the flowers she got on her knee popping the question to Abella. The ring she offered Abella is a rose gold band with a huge pink heart shaped diamond center outlined in diamonds. Trish would have a ring with similar colors but a big diamond with the band covered in small diamonds. She spent a month figuring out how she wanted to propose and what rings she would want for them.

Trish would be twenty-one by this point and Abella would be twenty-five. They marry in 2008 around spring time.

The two desire a pink rose theme so they’ll book somewhere private with a ballroom and huge pink rose garden. The garden will be where they marry in front of the rose covered gazebo.

Trish would’ve loved Bruno Bucciarati to walk her down the isle but after his passing she grew close friends to her companions she met when she was fifteen. She asks none other than Giorno Giovanna to would walk her down the isle. The don was pleasantly surprised and accepted. He felt honored and was a friend of Abella’s as well, he was happy upon hearing the news of the girl’s marriage.

For Abella her treasure hunting uncle would walk her down the isle as she has no other father figure in her life. Her father died in a tragic accident after she moved away from New York when she was fourteen. Her uncle was someone who inspired her to become a treasure hunter after she established her fashion boutique in France with her best friend, Crisella.

The entire wedding would have a garden theme and the two young women would spend much time together planning. They knew what they desired so no wedding planner was necessary. Their friends in Passione would help them plan. Giorno offered to help cover costs for much of their wedding much to the girl’s surprise. They would thank him countless times and squeeze him into hugs. Much to the surprise of their blonde friend. He isn’t used to hugs but accepted them. He would help them with the flowers too since his stand has no trouble growing them.

There would be no expense too high for Trish’s outfit. She went shopping for a short white bridal dress with all her friends. They would help her pick her outfit for the wedding. It would be Giorno, Mista, Fugo, Polnareff, and many of her friends from her popstar life.

The day before the wedding she gets a manicure with hot pink tips fading to pink. She hires her hairstylist and makeup artist who normally take care of her looks before she goes on stage to perform. They’re eager to help her achieve her look for the wedding. Her hair is styled about the same but styled to be more elegant. Her hair is a bit longer reaching to her shoulders. For makeup she has pink lips with sparkly rose gold eyeshadows and long black flirty lashes. She’ll wear a pair of rosegold pearl earrings to finish off her look.

Her attire consists of a short white bridal dress with puffy off the shoulder sleeves. For her shoes they’re white lace heals with thin white bows at the heal. She’ll wear short white lace gloves and a small head accessory with a small veil shielding her face.

Abella being the fashion designer she is takes it upon herself to design her wedding dress. She’ll spend months sewing together the lace and gown together. Her strapless ball gown will be the wedding dress of her dreams. The gown itself is elegant with a floor length, giving enough room to show off her heals as she walks. She’ll buy a long cathedral wedding veil with lace and white bridal heals with white thin ribbons tied into bows around her ankles. She’ll decide to wear a black tailcoat vest with enough room to show off the front of her dress, making for a heart shaped look at the chest. The black tailcoat will be short with two small buttons in the front. Her wrists will have black suit cuffs and gold teal colored rose cuff links. She’ll wear rose gold hanging earrings with teardrop teal jewels to match the cuff links.

The day of the wedding Bella’s staff and friends will help her get ready at the boutique. Abella owns her own boutique with her business partner and bestie Crisella, so it’s big enough to accommodate all her friends. Since it’s self owned she closed for the day so all her staff could go to her wedding. They help her into her gown and give her a makeover. They like to call it a bridal makeover.

All her friends are good at makeup and hair. Abella has long dark locks of curls that require a lot to maintain. Her curls are waist length. Three of her friends begin to style it since she has so much hair to work with. One friend focuses on her eye makeup going for nude brown colors and shimmering inner corners to bring out Bella’s big brown eyes. Her long lashes are attached with an elegant look to them. Her lip gloss is a natural pink much like her manicured nails one of her staff members took upon themselves to do. Her manicure looked similar to a French tip.

After all is said and done Abella has curls dropping beside her face to shape her face. A big strand of her hair was wrapped around her head while the rest of her curls fell behind her shoulders. Her hairs falls down her back and waist. After she is done getting ready her friends begin to cry and take pictures of her inside her boutique. They all get ready for the wedding since they’re bridesmaids.

Finally at the huge rose garden Bella is walked down the isle first and her uncle has a smile upon his face as he’s walking her down the isle. His gold tooth among the rest of his white teeth shining eagerly as he smiles. His normal black eye patch is switched out with one having a pink rose stitched to his eyepatch. He wears a black suit with the front showing off some of his chest. The leather boots and ponytail finish off his look. He towers over the small bride at 5’11. Her long wedding viel is two tiered so the front covers her torso and face. The gown is big covering the area she walks by.

Her uncle gives her such a proud and loving smile before he kisses her head whispering an, “I love you” and she returns the loving words to her emotional uncle. Her veil is so long Mista and his stands take it upon themselves to fix it prompting Abella to thank them with a kiss to the foreheads. They all give her a thumbs up as they take their seats. Number five is crying and surprisingly the others don’t pick on him for it.

Abella tried keeping it together since she felt so overwhelmingly happy. Her loved ones in the crowd crying as well. Trish’s side is filled with mafioso, her manager, fellow celebrities, famous fashion designers or models she’s met, etc. They’re not emotional like Abella’s side but they do smile upon seeing Trish.

Soon it’s Trish’s turn to walk down the isle. Giorno is beside her wearing a pink suit with golden ladybug button accessories. The undershirt is black with the vest matching his jacket. His outfit is complete with a red tie and white gloves. His hair is down with a pink rose sticking by his ear. He is smiling but his smile doesn’t compare to Trish’s.

The pink haired bride is smiling like never before. It’s such a gaze she only makes while she’s singing on stage. Such a smile will make for a lovely picture as in the near future it will be used on the cover of a magazine when it’s revealed she had married. She kisses Giornos cheek before he gives Abella a kind smile which she returns with a thankful teary eyed expression. He’s happy for his dear friends and thinks it’s nice to witness their beautiful display of love with this marriage. More so when he hears their vows to each other later. He takes a seat between Fugo and Polnareff. His consigliere crying rivers of tears for poor Fugo to deal with. Who wipes off his purple suit with a tired sigh. Polnareff always cries at weddings.

Trish is greeted to Abella who is crying tears of joy. She tells Trish how beautiful she looks. Trish returns the compliment as she lifts her brides veil, gently placing it behind her head. Abella’s teary eyes are filled with love but she’s wiping off her tears. Afterwards the two say their vows and “I do’s” with tears running down their faces. Abella shyly kisses her bride and their picture is taken by their photographer.

They run down the isle together holding hands and looking at each other with love. Abella’s side is cheering while Trish’s side applauds. They’ll be taking pictures at the gazebo with all their friends and family.

Everyone makes it to the ballroom to dance. The brides are greeted by all their loved ones. Their bridesmaids crying and giving the two a big group hug.

Giorno takes it upon himself to steal the first dance by inviting Trish with a gentlemanly bow. She accepts while Abella giggles. Not long after her uncle asks her to dance with him. The two brides end up dancing with everyone.

Abella and Trish attack their dessert table since they’ve been eating so healthy to look good for the wedding. The giant wedding cake had their favorite flavors. Red velvet and extra dark chocolate for Trish who devoured two pieces. Carrot cake for Abella who also had strawberry shortcake from the dessert table. The two had plenty of guests especially Trish since she’s a celebrity. They took plenty of pictures with the wedding cake since it was so incredibly over priced.

At the end of the night they toss their bouquets who ended up being Fugo and Abella’s maid of honor, Crisella. Fugo was pleasantly surprised he caught it. He caught Trish’s bouquet. He was walking by to serve himself strawberry shortcake. Bella’s best friend was screaming as she cheered catching her bouquet.

The blushing brides end up at an expensive hotel Trish booked. For their honeymoon they traveled to Cancun to enjoy three days together. Trish would get many calls from her manager upon the news of her marriage being known as many wanted to contact her about it once she’s back from her honeymoon.

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lyrabeautysalon · 5 months ago

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HD Bridal Makeup in Thrissur: Achieve the Perfect Look for Your Special Day

When it comes to your wedding day, every detail matters, and your makeup is no exception. In Thrissur, brides are increasingly turning to HD (High Definition) bridal makeup to ensure they look their absolute best in person and in photographs. At Lyra Salon, we pride ourselves on providing the best bridal makeup in Thrissur, specializing in HD techniques that offer flawless results.

What is HD Bridal Makeup?

HD makeup is a cutting-edge technique that utilizes products designed to provide a natural, camera-ready finish. Unlike traditional makeup, HD products are formulated with light-diffusing ingredients that create an illusion of an even skin tone, hiding imperfections while appearing virtually invisible on the skin. This makes it the preferred choice for brides who want to look stunning both in person and on high-definition cameras.

Why Choose HD Bridal Makeup?

Flawless Finish: HD makeup ensures that your skin looks smooth and blemish-free, giving you a radiant and youthful appearance.

Long-Lasting: The products used in HD makeup are designed to stay put for extended periods, ensuring you look fresh throughout your wedding day.

Photo-Ready: HD makeup reflects light in a way that reduces the appearance of pores and fine lines, making it ideal for photography. This means your wedding photos will look amazing, with your skin appearing naturally beautiful.

Natural Look: One of the significant benefits of HD makeup is that it provides a natural look. It's perfect for brides who want to enhance their beauty without appearing overly made-up.

Our HD Bridal Makeup Process at Lyra Salon

At Lyra Salon, we take pride in being recognized for the best bridal makeup in Thrissur. Our team of expert makeup artists follows a meticulous process to ensure you achieve the perfect bridal look.

Consultation: We begin with a thorough consultation to understand your skin type, preferences, and wedding theme. This helps us tailor the makeup to complement your natural beauty and the overall aesthetic of your wedding.

Skin Preparation: Proper skin preparation is crucial for HD makeup. We cleanse, exfoliate, and moisturize your skin to create a smooth canvas for the makeup application.

Color Matching: Using high-quality HD products, we meticulously match the foundation to your skin tone, ensuring a seamless blend.

Application: Our skilled artists apply the makeup using techniques that enhance your features while maintaining a natural appearance. We focus on contouring, highlighting, and blending to create a harmonious look.

Setting the Makeup: To ensure your makeup lasts throughout the day, we use setting sprays and powders that lock everything in place without making your skin look cakey.

Final Touches: We complete the look with carefully chosen eye makeup, lip color, and other details that highlight your personality and style.

Tips for HD Bridal Makeup

To make the most of your HD bridal makeup, consider these tips:

Hydrate: Drink plenty of water in the days leading up to your wedding to keep your skin hydrated and plump.

Sleep Well: Ensure you get enough rest to avoid dark circles and puffy eyes.

Trial Run: Schedule a trial makeup session to see how the HD makeup looks on you and make any necessary adjustments.

Conclusion

Your wedding day is one of the most important days of your life, and looking your best is essential. At Lyra Salon, we offer the best bridal makeup in Thrissur, specializing in HD techniques that ensure you look flawless and radiant. Trust us to make you feel confident and beautiful on your special day. Book your consultation with Lyra Salon today and let us help you achieve the perfect bridal look.

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shaadiwish · 1 year ago

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To Have and to Hold: Ch. 12 Ceremonial

Summary: It’s Daisy and Carol’s wedding ceremony time, and they have a whole crew to help them get ready and celebrate their big day! Plus, a special guest shows up for Carol.

Here is a playlist for these last two chapters, starting with the ceremony (linked there too).

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June broke in with warm, sunny relief from a rainy, hectic May. Even Memorial Weekend, usually full of lazy days at a lake or festivals in the nearby city park was crowded with last-minute planning details for Daisy and Carol and their wedding party. But the calendar turned and the planning turned to action. The marriage license had been acquired. The honeymoon bags were packed and ready to go. Deke the deejay had a final, approved playlist. Their mani-pedi day with the bridal party provided a needed respite from the busyness, and the hairstylist and makeup artist Bobbi recommended was kind, professional, and talented during their test run. Daisy had Carol’s gift in the form of a secret thumb drive and small photo album hiding in her suitcase, and Carol had a gift for Daisy hidden in hers as well. Bobbi had sent them back a few photos from their bridal shoot to use on their wedding website and some prints they framed to put on the guest book table, cake table, and gift table.

They’d been able to have the rehearsal in the empty space the night before their wedding day, but only after the traditional rehearsal dinner since there had been another wedding and set of vendors who needed time to get the place back into pristine condition before it was Carol and Daisy’s turn. The bridal party ate at a nearby restaurant and caravaned over to the park for the ceremony walk-through. Someone asked if they were planning on spending the night apart to avoid seeing each other before the ceremony, but they replied that they had decided it was pragmatically easier not to and they were fine with breaking more traditions and superstitions. In reality, they knew they needed each other to sleep, especially on such an emotionally charged night. The last thing they needed tonight would be to stay apart. In the hustle and bustle of the last month, they had hardly had a moment to themselves that wasn’t about details or needing to rest from all the activity. They’d stayed at the venue late into the night talking with their friends and family, so by the time they did get home and ready for bed, they only had energy for a sleepy goodnight kiss.

On the day of the ceremony, Bobbi, Hunter, the florist, Delights Catering, and their respective employees arrived early to get the venue ready for the ceremony and reception. Vans full of flowers, decorations, fabric, lighting, food, enough alcohol for a full bar, and a beautiful unity candle set were unloaded and set up where another wedding’s had been the day before. Jemma and Maria met up at the venue to supervise that all was going according to plan before heading to Carol and Daisy’s to pick them up for their hair and makeup appointments.

Jemma texted Daisy when they left the park and were on their way to get coffee. She asked if Daisy and Carol wanted anything special.

Daisy would never admit it to Jemma, but it was the sound of the text that finally woke Daisy up enough to stop snoozing her alarm.

“Hm?” Carol asked, still half-asleep.

“Jemma wants to know if we want special coffee?” Daisy mumbled, eyes squinting at the brightness of her phone. It took another second, but then her brain caught up. “It’s today!”

Carol was distracted, cuddling close to Daisy’s soft, warm body. “Mmm and it is a very good today.”

Daisy giggled and kissed Carol’s forehead. “No, I mean, it’s today. It’s our wedding day, babe.”

Carol opened her eyes and matched Daisy’s smile. She sat up and looked out the window to see the blue sky and sunshine, just as the weather app had predicted. “Yes! How much time do we have?”

“Not much,” Daisy reminded her. “Jemma wants to know our coffee order.”

“Shit, just an Americano. I will get breakfast ready if you want to get in the shower first and then we’ll switch.”

“Sounds like a plan.” They scrambled out of bed to get ready so they could pretend like Jemma’s text hadn’t woken them up by the time their bridesmaids arrived. Daisy stopped Carol just before she walked out of the bedroom. “Hey, fiancee!”

Carol turned back and knew what was missing. She came back over and pecked a kiss to Daisy’s lips.

“That’s better,” Daisy affirmed and sent her on her way. “And don’t forget, we shouldn’t wash our hair today. She said it is easier to style when it’s not clean.”

“Got it!” Carol called, already on her way to the kitchen for a bowl of her usual granola, berries, and yogurt.

They were miraculously both dressed in button-up shirts (so they didn’t ruin their hair and makeup by taking off a shirt over their heads) by the time Jemma and Maria arrived, but only just. Their dresses, shoes, accessories, the marriage license, and the ring boxes were all ready to go and had been for days, but Daisy kept thinking of travel things they might need on the honeymoon and Carol debated how many water bottles they would need for the day and quizzed Jemma and Maria on emergency kit items (sewing kit with safety pins? Band-aids? Phone charger? Protein bars?).

“Carol.” Jemma gently took the bride by the arms. “We love you. But I am literally a trauma unit physician. And Maria’s an Air Force flying ace. I promise. We are prepared.”

Maria called to the bedroom, “Daisy May Coulson, you’ve got 10 seconds!”

“Coming!” she shouted back, mentally running through her checklist with her hands to her head. She gathered the last remaining items for the wedding and zipped the bag for the honeymoon. They would stop by on their way from the reception to the hotel downtown to grab their luggage.

Maria cleared her throat. “Did you know there is a hot blonde lesbian in your living room who wants to marry you, preferably today?”

Daisy appeared on cue. “Well, you should have mentioned that earlier.”

Finally ready, they carried everything they needed for the wedding to the car and headed to the salon.

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The salon was bustling with activity. Normal customers and the other stylists chatted away until they saw the bridal party grow and so many women around one chair or hanging around.

“Let’s start with the brides. Daisy, come on up.” The stylist, Carla, gestured to the chair.

As soon as Daisy sat down, the shop turned its attention to Carla’s customers.

“Ooo, brides?” asked one older woman. “Who is getting married here?”

Carol raised her hand and then gestured between herself and Daisy. “We are!”

Jemma spoke up, “We’re the bridesmaids, violinist, and mother of the bride.” She pointed to Maria, Elena, and Melinda.

Congratulations and questions continued throughout the hair appointment, making the time go faster.

Carla’s coworker Shanae did the bridesmaids’ hair, then Elena and Melinda, while Daisy and Carol were with Carla. In the end, Daisy’s hair was pulled back in a low bun with a few loose curls framing her face. Carol’s was down in full elegant curls, pulled back to one side by the silver and gold swirl barrette they each had. Daisy’s went above her bun, Jemma’s accented the side of an updo, Elena’s covered the tiny elastic band at the convergence of her half-braided/half-down style, and Maria’s and Melinda’s were pinned to the side.

The hairspray cloud and shop full of chattering women were in full swing by the time the door opened to reveal Carol’s aunts.

“I’m here for the wedding,” Aunt Wendy told the receptionist and pointed with her folded aviator sunglasses to the gang around Carla and Shanae’s chairs. Aunt Victoria followed in amusement as Carol turned her attention from discussions of where to clip her hair accessory to see who had walked in.

“Aunt Wendy!” She jumped up and threw her arms around her. Though they had spent comparatively little time in person together, it just felt right to hug today, especially after others in the shop had asked about the “other” mother of the bride in cautious and diplomatic curiosity.

Carol introduced Wendy and Victoria to the rest of the shop, feeling by now like she knew the other customers and stylists as friends. Eventually, they returned Carol to her task, and Aunt Wendy leaned in behind Carol to help. Their eyes met in the mirror as Wendy clipped the barrette into place.

“There,” Wendy said simply.

“Exactly,” Carol confirmed. Her heart swelled at the motherly placement of Aunt Wendy’s hands on her shoulders and the proud look in those piercing Lawson family eyes in the mirror. On Carol’s mother, they had been calculating, a tool to appear innocent and sincere, but always with an agenda behind them. On Aunt Wendy, they were fae-like, as if she could see right through to Carol’s heart and dare her to courage and hope. On today of all days, especially.

Shanae styled Victoria’s dark hair and red streaks into loose waves. They rested on her blazer lapels with grace and dignity. Wendy’s wild silver and white short hair, in contrast, was tamed into an orderly style except for one side-swept lock that fell in defiance across her forehead.

When they were done and moving over to the makeup tables, Daisy poked Carol and pointed in Wendy’s direction. Wendy was back thanking the stylists and conversing with the other customers still, with her hands casually in her pockets, just the way Carol always stood.

“They say women become their mothers,” Daisy said, “but I think I already know which family member you’ll be like.”

Melinda leaned in. “The mother thing is true for other people though.”

“Oh yeah?” Daisy asked with a twinkle in her eye. “Know anyone that might apply to?”

Melinda sent her a silent raised eyebrow.

“Good,” Daisy confirmed. Melinda’s telling look melted into pride.

Carol started to comment on how Daisy’s silent looks were a perfect mirror of Melinda’s, but the stylists were set up for makeup time. At tables usually used for manicures sat colorful rows and rows of powders and creams and sticks and brushes for each skin tone and style. And they had plenty to factor in.

Shanae made the comment, “Y’all look like a whole diversity panel or somethin’. I love it. We get to use a lot of these beautiful shades today.”

Jemma laughed. “We are a bit of a walking professional women’s summit as well. I’m a medical doctor, and we’ve got an Air Force pilot, a cybersecurity expert, a spacecraft engineer, an attorney, and a university track and field coach.”

Victoria added, “And a fuel systems engineer and a CFO. I’ll let you guess which of us is which.”

“Damn.” Shanae nodded, impressed. “So I’ll call y’all when my daughter has a career day at school.”

“Anytime,” Maria confirmed. “My daughter, Monica, likes me to come for science week and bring my gear and a remote control drone for them to fly around.”

Carla and Shanae realized the other stylists and customers had followed them over to the makeup tables and were staying around even after their appointments were done.

“Hey girls,” Carla proposed, “what if we get out the wine from the breakroom and give these ladies a toast for their wedding day?”

The other stylists enthusiastically agreed. Once all the makeup was done and hair was confirmed to be holding in place, they poured little clear plastic cups for all in the shop with enough wine for a proper toast.

“May your love last forever,” Shanae started.

“And may you always know joy. To Daisy and Carol! Cheers!” Carla finished. The rest repeated the “cheers” and clinked their plastic cups together before they drank.

Jemma noted it was time to get to the chapel. They paid out and said their goodbyes before piling into a caravan of vehicles. Maria made sure everyone had a ride as Jemma checked that all the drivers had the address, and they were off to the venue.

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Nadia had a quick lunch ready for them, which they ate in a hurry before Bobbi’s call times for various group photos. When they were finished eating, the dresses were up next on the agenda. Bobbi shot a few photos of the bridal gowns hanging side by side in the dressing room built for bridal parties like this. She stayed out of the way as they swapped their street clothes for their formal wear and picked back up her camera again when they were nearly done, getting photos of Melinda zipping up Daisy’s dress and of Wendy zipping up Carol’s. While the older women helped the brides put on their heels, Bobbi also got shots of the others applying their lipstick in the mirror and helping each other put on the finishing touches.

When they were all ready, they met up with the men. In the other dressing room, Mack, Phil, and Fitz had been donning their suits and dress shoes.

Mack and Fitz smiled as they saw their wives dressed up, and Elena and Jemma returned their compliments to see their husbands so handsome. The florist’s assistant brought over their flowers, and the wives pinned boutonnieres on their husbands’ lapels before taking their own bouquets from the assistant’s cart.

Phil, though, teared up seeing his baby girl in her full bridal beauty. Melinda shook her head at his sentimentality but soothed her hand across his back.

“You can’t cry,” Daisy urged, “or you’ll set me off before we even start the ceremony!”

Phil laughed and took her hands. “I want to hug you, but I’m afraid to mess up your makeup or hair or something. You look so grown up. When did that happen?”

Daisy smiled softly. Their moment was interrupted by Hunter, urging everyone to move out of the lobby and into the chapel before guests started to arrive, and then they would get a few outdoors on the back side of the building near the pond, trees, and flowers. Lian and William May arrived just in time for some family photos, and it tugged at Daisy’s heart that she was so lucky to have them. Carol had no surviving grandparents due to a series of tragedies taking them too young, and Phil’s father had died when he was only nine. Daisy barely remembered Phil’s mother who had passed when Daisy was in kindergarten. Grandma Lian and Grandpa William had become all the more influential and important in their lives as a result, and Daisy knew even as they took these photos that she’d treasure the precious results of Bobbi’s work for the rest of her life.

“Wait for meeee,” came a small girl’s voice. Monica ran from her dad’s car to her mom’s side. Her fluffy lavender dress bounced in time with her natural tight curls. Maria hugged her and fixed her lavender bow, and Bobbi shot photos of just the two of them and then everyone together, with Monica as part of the wedding party with her little basket that the florist would soon fill with flower petals.

They ended up not spending much time outside since it was a warm afternoon, and they didn’t want to get sweaty before the ceremony, but they had enough to preserve the memories and Bobbi was efficient at managing their time. They returned to their dressing rooms for water, time to freshen up, and a final mirror check.

Mack knocked on the open door of the women’s dressing room to check in with the brides.

“How are we doing? All ready?” he asked.

“So ready,” Carol exhaled and took Daisy’s hand.

“Yeah,” Daisy said as she looked around at everyone, “I actually think we are. Everyone else?”

A chorus of agreement rose from behind her.

“Let’s do this,” Daisy confirmed. She beamed and squeezed Carol’s hand.

“Do you still want to sign the license as part of the ceremony?” Mack asked.

“Oh, you’ll need this,” Jemma said as she found the manila envelope with the license in Daisy and Carol’s pile of stuff and handed it to Mack. He opened the envelope and slid out the license to ensure all was in order. Jemma supplied him with three identical navy and gold pens, fitting of a formal ceremony. “We tested them all and they should work, but just in case, it’s always wise to have a backup or two.”

“Thanks,” Daisy said and turned back to Mack who read the license and looked to Carol.

“Carol Coulson, huh?” he read. “You know, it—”

“Has a ring to it, I know,” Carol finished. “It’s true, but also a good wedding pun.”

“I was going to say it fits you.” Mack slid the license back in the envelope and put the pens in his inner jacket pocket. “See you ladies at the altar.”

He looked over their heads to wink at Elena, who was warming up on her violin in the corner. She winked and blew a kiss back. She’d practiced the song with Fitz earlier in the day, so she felt prepared, but it was good to get focused before they got started. She left the dressing room to place her instrument at her place at the front of the chapel, and when she returned, she reported back that the seats were nearly full. Her mother-in-law arrived at the dressing room and handed off Alfie, dressed in his tiny toddler tuxedo.

“There’s the ring buddy,” Daisy greeted him and tickled his tummy, making him giggle.

“Ready to go?” Carol asked him and picked up the engraved wooden ring box from where it was waiting on a table with their stuff. “You and your mom are going to take these to the front of the chapel for us, remember?”

He nodded and extended his hands for the box, which held their wedding bands.

“Uh,” Elena interjected. “I’ll take those for now.”

Alfie frowned but didn’t throw a fit. They all knew he’d be plotting to steal the box at the first opportunity.

“You can hold it when we walk down the aisle,” she promised.

And he didn’t have to wait long. The entry music from their playlist—“Beautiful in White” covered by a female artist—began over the sound system, and they left the dressing room to line up at the entrance to the chapel in the lobby. All except Aunt Victoria, who snuck in the side door to take her seat inside. She opened her camera app to ensure they had a few photos to post today, since Bobbi’s and Hunter’s would take a while for them to edit and process.

One of Bobbi’s assistants ensured the members of the wedding party were standing in order, had their flowers, and remembered to walk sloooowly, especially emphasizing this to Monica, who was excitedly twirling and having to put the fallen petals back in her basket. It took all of Maria’s patience to get her quiet and still before the assistants opened the chapel doors.

Meanwhile, Melinda urged her parents to get to the front of the line. They had been having a conversation with Fitz and Phil in the lobby after the photo session and, earlier, greeting guests as they arrived. When they were in place and ready to go, the assistants opened the double doors at once, starting off the traditional pageantry of the wedding ceremony. William, dashing in his suit and boutonniere, walked down the aisle with the always-noble Lian on one arm and Melinda on the other. When they neared the front, Melinda showed them their assigned seats next to spots for herself and Phil.

Next came little Alfie holding the wood ring box high for the guests to see, closely followed by Elena and Mack. As Mack took his place front and center, Elena showed Alfie to a small pile of soft toys next to his grandmother to keep him entertained and quiet during the ceremony.

Next came Monica and her flower petals, elegantly distributed down the aisle. The guests smiled at how seriously she took her job, but she took the positive attention as approval and held her head as high as a princess on parade, giving a royal wave when she was finished, and plopped down onto the first row. Maria followed her daughter in loving amusement and took her place to the right. Jemma and Fitz followed, arm in arm, and Jemma mirrored Maria’s position to the left as Fitz took his place at the piano.

With everyone else in place, the recorded music stopped, and Fitz took a centering breath and gave his fingers a final stretch. The chapel full of guests settled into anticipatory silence. He glanced to the open doorway at the end of the aisle, and Carol and Wendy nodded the go-ahead. He positioned his hands and began to play the wedding march with all its ceremonial pomp and flourishes. All the guests stood on cue and turned to face the back, watching Carol and her aunt walk down the aisle, arm-in-arm. With all eyes in the room on her, Carol gripped her bouquet with sweaty palms and kept her focus on getting to the front without tripping. Mack smiled softly, and it helped calm her racing pulse. At the end of the aisle, Wendy patted Carol’s arm in reassurance as she let go and took her spot standing by Maria.

While Wendy escorted Carol, Phil whispered to Daisy, “I am so proud of you.”

“I love you,” Daisy whispered back, tears already welling up.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered back. He held out his arm and Daisy looped her arm under it and over in proper form. They stood up straighter as they stepped up to the entrance and the crowd’s attention turned their way. It was their turn to go.

Daisy caught the eyes of several long-time friends as she surveyed the crowd. But it only took a few seconds for her to lock on to Carol’s worshipful gaze. Her heart pounded as they drew closer. After what seemed like an eternity, despite the chapel’s small size in reality, they were face to face once more, and Phil stepped off to the side by Jemma.

“Breathe,” Carol quietly reminded Daisy, and they inhaled and exhaled a shaky breath together. They both seemed to glow with the fairytale bliss of bridal radiance.

When the song ended, Mack gestured to Melinda and Victoria to join their spouses in front of him and the brides. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Carol and Daisy in wedded matrimony. Who stands as witnesses with these brides today?”

“We do,” the parents, aunts, and bridesmaids said in unison. It was Carol’s turn to tear up at the love surrounding them.

“Do you pledge to support this couple in their newly wedded life, continuing to stand beside them as they enter their marriage, growing in love as friends and family?”

“We do.”

“Thank you,” Mack said, signaling to them that the parents and aunts could return to their seats. “Carol and Daisy, you are embarking on a new journey together, but you are not alone. Your love will flourish and endure, rooted in the love of all of these witnesses surrounding you.”

Mack continued, speaking to the mutuality of partnerships, how they would be each other’s home no matter where they went, and how their marriage would be a beacon of love into the world. He urged them on to virtues like patience and forgiveness, trust and fidelity, gentleness and generosity, and strength and courage.

Then it was time for their part.

Mack said, “I believe you have each prepared a statement of commitment to each other?”

Carol handed her bouquet to Maria and pulled a folded piece of paper out of her dress pocket.

“My darling, my Daisy.” She had to pause and swallow back the emotion that overtook her as she looked up from the paper into Daisy’s teary, adoring eyes. “An old joke compares marriage to a ball and chain, but you are my freedom. It couldn’t have been anyone else for me but you. You have given me not just yourself but a way for me to be fully myself. I love and pledge myself to every piece of you, all you have been and will become. Until my last breath, I have, I do, and I will.”

When she was done, she stored her paper in her pocket again. It took everything in her not to kiss Daisy too soon.

Daisy handed her flowers to Jemma and dabbed at her tears carefully with her fingertips. She retrieved her paper from her dress pocket and unfolded it.

“Ohhh, my Carol,” she began, with voice trembling. She took a breath and started again. “My Carol. I am in awe of you every day. You make me a better person, and it is an honor to be yours forever. You have already loved me beyond my wildest dreams. I love and pledge myself to every version of you—the incredible person you have been and everything you will become. Until my last breath, I have, I do, and I will.”

Daisy returned her paper to her pocket and took Carol’s hands without any prompting from Mack. They steadied each other emotionally, which they needed to get through the vows.

Mack cleared his throat softly before beginning and they realized he had gotten teary as well.

“Repeat after me: I, Carol Jane Danvers,” Mack prompted.

“I, Carol Jane Danvers,” she repeated.

“Take thee, Daisy May Coulson, to be my lawfully wedded wife. ”

“Take thee, Daisy May Coulson, to be my lawfully wedded wife.”

“To have and to hold, from this day forward…”

“For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, so long as we both shall live.”

At Mack’s instruction, Daisy repeated the same vows.

“And may we have the rings?” Mack beckoned to his son, and Daisy and Carol stepped apart. Alfie started to run up but remembered the ring box and turned around, grabbed the box in both tiny hands, and ran to his dad between the brides. Mack leaned down and whispered, “Thank you,” but Alfie grabbed on tight to his dad’s legs until Elena coaxed him back to his seat. The comedic relief was perfectly timed.

Mack stood up and opened the ring box with the two bands.

“Daisy, please place the ring on Carol’s finger and repeat after me.”

Daisy carefully pulled out Carol’s wedding band and took Carol’s left hand. She slid it down to Carol’s engagement ring and kept her fingers there as she repeated the promise.

“I give you this ring as a token of my love, that I will honor and cherish you each day we are given. With this ring, I thee wed.”

Carol’s hand was steady in Daisy’s, but the rest of her ached to hold her tight. She had to stay focused for a little while longer.

“Carol,” Mack turned to her and the brides switched hands. “Please place the ring on Daisy’s finger and repeat after me.”

Carol took Daisy’s wedding band from the box and slid it to wrap around Daisy’s engagement ring. It hadn’t looked incomplete before, but seeing the set together on her finger seemed more complete now. She supposed that was like marriage. They had already been complete as partners and individuals, but now as a married couple, there was another kind of complete-ness to it somehow. Later, she’d think about it as the poetry of physics, but for now, she was supposed to be saying something aloud.

“I give you this ring as a token of my love, that I will honor and cherish you each day we are given. With this ring, I thee wed.”

Mack stepped over to the antique polished wood table with their candles, and the brides followed. A thin lavender candle and a thin navy candle stood burning on each side of an unlit thick white candle swirled with silver and gold. Daisy picked up the lavender candle in front of her and Carol followed suit with the navy one.

Mack explained, “Carol and Daisy have chosen these candles to represent their union. They each bring unique strengths, gifts, and personalities as individuals. Those identities will not be erased by their marriage, but their marriage will help them shine brighter together.”

He nodded and the brides took that as their cue to light the candle in the middle. They tilted their individual burning candles to the wick of the larger one and it caught flame. Daisy sent Carol a subtle eyebrow raise that said, “Remember not to blow it out.” And Carol gave the tiniest nod back. They set their candles on the table as Fitz and Elena began to play their piano and violin duet of “She Keeps Me Warm” by Mary Lambert.

Carol took in the crowd for the first time. She’d been so focused on Daisy and on getting her lines right that she’d hardly noticed the rest of the full house beyond the wedding party. Friends and colleagues from every season of her life and Daisy’s had come. She remembered being a teenager in her bedroom, hating everything about herself, just knowing that she was unlovable and alone in the world. But here was not only her bride and found family and aunts and goddaughter, but a whole room of loved ones celebrating her marriage to the woman of her dreams.

One face in particular, though, stopped her heart. He came. Her quiet, intensely introverted brother was sitting in the back near the door. He gave a little wave.

She tried to subtly wave back and mouthed, “Hi.” A few people noticed and turned around, which sent him staring at the ground for a few seconds until they faced the front again, but she knew from his calm, relaxed posture that he’d stay and wasn’t itching to run out the door.

Aunt Wendy noticed the exchange and winked at Carol when they caught each other’s attention. Wendy would catch him after the ceremony and make sure Carol got a chance to say hello.

The song ended and Mack laid the marriage license and pens out on the table.

“Could I have the bridesmaids join us, please, to sign as witnesses?” Mack invited. Maria and Jemma joined the three of them at the table. “With the signing of this paper, the state officially recognizes your marriage, and with this ceremony, your community witnesses and celebrates it.”

They took turns signing as Fitz started playing Pachelbel’s Canon in D on the piano. Out of everyone in the room, only Daisy knew that Carol had been practicing her new signature. Daisy had caught her one day doodling it on a Post-It in her office instead of working and had surprised her with brightly colored pens for them to play with at home, writing their new titles and names over and over in every color like schoolgirls—at first on paper, and then on each other.

When everyone had signed, they returned to the center of the stage area in front of the aisle.

Mack smiled as he said in conclusion, “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Mrs. and Mrs. Coulson. You may now kiss your bride.” He stepped aside and applauded along with the crowd.

Carol’s hands grabbed Daisy’s hips as Daisy’s hands flew to Carol’s upper arm on the crowd side (that Bobbi was shooting photos from) and Carol’s cheek on the other. Later, Carol marveled that Daisy had had the foresight to not block the view of their kiss from the camera, but Daisy admitted she’d had to think about it strategically to keep from kissing Carol throughout the ceremony.

In the moment, though, they kissed as long as decorum in front of all their loved ones would allow. Carol started to pull away, but Daisy couldn’t help but extend it a second longer, causing some in the crowd to whoop and laugh. Daisy blushed deep pink as they parted and faced their guests.

Mack spoke up once more. “The newlywedded couple invites you to join them for dinner and dancing in the reception hall. As you exit, take a left, and go through the double doors. Seating is not assigned at any of the round tables. And yes, there will be cake.”

The crowd chuckled.

Mack held up a hand in benediction. “As you each leave from this place, may you remember the love you have witnessed here today and the love you have been given in your own lives. May you bring that love with you as you go out into the world. Go in peace.”

Their playlist resumed through the speakers with “I’d Be Your Wife,” another Mary Lambert song, but this one with a more playful tone.

The brides practically ran back up the aisle (as best they could in their heels), giggling hand in hand and forgetting to get their bouquets back from their bridesmaids before exiting.

The rest of the bridal party followed. Back in the dressing room, they had a bit of time to breathe, rest, and refresh as guests made their way over to the reception room.

Monica hopped over to where Daisy and Carol sat on a floral faux-Victorian couch. “Did you like how I did the flowers?” She mimed tossing them out of her now-empty basket.

“You were wonderful, Lieutenant Trouble,” Carol teased and swooped her into her lap.

“You did a really good job,” Daisy said sincerely. “Thank you so much.”

Monica beamed proudly and Daisy booped her little nose. Monica caught her finger and kissed her fingertip. “That’s from me to you.” She placed Daisy’s finger on Daisy’s cheek.

“Aww,” Daisy and Carol laughed.

Monica tilted her head, “Auntie Daisy, are you my godmother too now that you married Auntie Carol?”

Daisy smiled. “If you want me to be.”

“Yes,” Monica said with her finger to her jaw in consideration. “I think that will do nicely.”

The women all laughed at her precociousness, but it was time to head to the reception. Maria, Monica, Elena, Mack, and Alfie left first. Fitz knocked on the door, and Jemma checked with the brides to see if they needed anything else. Just as she and Fitz left, Melinda, Phil, Wendy, and Victoria showed up with Bobbi not far behind. Bobbi squeezed in past them all and pulled out a bottle of champagne she’d nicked from the bar when they were setting up in the reception hall.

She passed around plastic champagne flutes and photographed them toasting, chatting, and embracing.

“It was perfect,” Wendy sighed. She turned to Carol. “Steve said he will stay for the dance, and…”

A knock interrupted them. The man in question peeked through the open doorway.

“Steve!” Carol put down her champagne, ran to her brother, and threw her arms around him. He froze for a moment and then hugged her back. She realized Phil and Melinda had never met him, at least not formally. She pulled away and made introductions. “And you know Daisy,” she concluded.

He smiled and the family resemblance was striking. “I remember back when you were the cute girl in her dorm she was afraid to talk to.”

“Oh c’mon,” Carol groaned.

“Ooo, you had a crush on me,” Daisy teased.

“We’re literally married!” Carol replied and they all laughed.

“Hey.” Steve placed a gentle hand on Carol’s shoulder. “I have a question for you.” He tilted his head to the doorway.

Carol agreed and stepped out, with a glance to Daisy. “I’ll be right back.”

Daisy and the family drank their champagne and chatted as they waited.

Out in the hall, Steve had more courage. “I know I haven’t really been there for you.”

“No, hey, I get it,” Carol interrupted.

“Just…” Steve closed his eyes and opened them slowly. “Just let me say sorry. I couldn’t stay, not with Dad like that… you know how we were. I had to get out. I thought it was best for everyone. And I didn’t really know, I didn’t want to know, how they would react…”

“When I came out,” Carol finished, understanding what he meant. She’d had to go through her teen years so alone without him as the buffer between her and her parents, and she’d resented his ability to leave, but now with reflection, she remembered clearer how bad things had been for him at home. He wasn’t just her buffer. He was a more acceptable punching bag. That had been metaphorical for Carol, but now, as an adult, she realized it had been literal for him. He’d hid it and protected her as best he could, but she couldn’t blame him for running at the first opportunity and not looking back. He’d come home for Christmas when he could, but the rest of the year was spent missing him deeply.

“If I could change anything,” he continued, “I wish I could have taken you with me. I wish we would have known about Aunt Wendy. I could have called more or something, just to make sure you were okay at home with them. When you asked me to invite them here and they cut off contact for real, I guess I woke up.” He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair, the same dark blonde as hers.

Carol’s heart broke that he couldn’t even bear to call “them” their parents. “Honestly, I would have done the same. I was so jealous, but only because I wanted out too.”

Steve frowned. “Aren’t there father-daughter dances at weddings? I know I don’t deserve it, but would you want to dance with me instead?”

He looked away, ashamed to even be asking.

She reached up to brush his hair back into place from where he’d mussed it with his anxious habit.

“We already have the first one planned with Aunt Wendy, but there’s a second one where Daisy is going to dance with her grandpa and maybe you and I could dance for that one?”

He met her eyes again. “I can do that.”

“See you over there?” Carol asked. She could practically see his body relax at not only her acceptance of his apology but that fewer eyes would be on them for the second family dance song. In some ways, he had changed so much, so mature and direct, but in other ways, he was still the same.

“See you there,” he promised. He left for the reception and Carol stepped back into the dressing room to tell Daisy and their family members the plan for their dance.

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This is the second to last chapter. Next week will be the reception and send off because this one got so long. Then, up next, a whole new honeymoon fic!

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