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I Do

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]

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.

---x----

Part 2

[soupofmushrooms]

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.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

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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[glamourous-sphere]

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.

[meerabhandari]

 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.

[hotforharrysheart]

Permanent Love Part 2

You booked two hotel rooms on different floors so Ron and Helen could get ready and not run into each other.

Harry walks you to the door of the room and pulls you to him. The room is already in complete disarray - dresses and shoes everywhere, hairstylist and makeup artist getting set up. It’s a bridal war zone with all the ladies sprawled on the sofas and then Ny pops the champagne. Lunch is on the way up and then it’ll be go time.

“Looks like a hurricane hit this room already,” he says smirking.

“Yep. Girls gone wild in here,” you say giggling. “What’re you gonna do?”

He shrugs. “Drink some tequila, smoke some cigars, talk some shit.”

“Sooo…not any different than any other day then,” you say smugly.

“Heyyyyyy…”

You giggle. “Go. Drink your tequila. I’ll see you later.”

He smiles and kisses you. “I’ll miss ya. Can’t wait to see ya all dolled up,” he says, kissing you again and pulling back to boop your nose before going to the elevator.

You shamelessly ogle his body as he walks away, then inhale a deep breath and shake your head smiling to yourself. “Hey mister,” you call out quickly, you crook your finger when he turns around. He immediately starts a long stride back to you, smiling. You drop your bag and walk quickly toward him meeting him half-way. You wrap your arms around him and jump up wrapping your legs around him, “You forgot something,” you whisper against his lips.

“Mmmm, wha’s tha’, Jezebel.”

Smiling and tightening your arms and legs, “I love you,” you say softly.

He smiles, “I love you more.”

“Ok, but just for today,” you reply.

The hotel door opens and you turn your neck and see Milena who calls out, “Hey, I’d say ‘get a room’, but you already have two, do you need a third?” You bury your face in his neck giggling. “Come on watermelon sugar, we need you in here.”

“Bye, my Jezebel,” he says squeezing your bum.

“Bye,” you return placing one last kiss on his jaw.

You jump down and walk toward the hotel room, making damn sure your ass moves just right in his view. You peek over your shoulder to see his eyes have gone dark. You blow him a kiss and keep on walking.

He shakes his head smirking. He loves your playful side so much.

In the room, you find a beautiful Helen dressed in a white satin robe and slippers, legs crossed in the hairdressers chair getting a stunning updo complete with woven in baby’s breath.  She’s just breathtaking, and you can see the happiness written all over her face.

Hours later and lunch is eaten and hair and makeup is done and it’s almost time to walk to the courtyard. You’re standing behind Helen and looking in the mirror making final adjustments.

“Beautiful. Just beautiful,” you say, smoothing down her veil.

“Thank ya fo’ this. Fo’ everything.”

She turns around and faces you. “My sweet girl…I love ya s’much,” she says, hands on your cheeks.

“I love you too. I’m so happy we could do this for you.”

Down a floor, Harry helps Ron into his jacket and smooths his shoulders down. “Ya look great, Ron. Ya ready to get married again?”

Ron chuckles. “Thank ya, Harry. I’ll be forever grateful fo’ wha’ ya’ve done fo’ us.”

Harry blushes. “Ah, ya welcome. Happy ta do it.”

Ron turns around to face him. “When are ya gon’ do this? Walk our girl down the aisle, eh?”

Harry sucks his lips between his teeth. “I…I’m gonna…she’s the one.”

Ron smiles. “Good.”

Back in your suite, “When is Harry gonna throw you the wedding ya deserve sweet girl? I’ve seen how he looks at ya,” Helen says, gripping your hands.

You blush. “I don’t know. He’s talked about it. I guess I still don’t really believe it.”

“Ah my sweet girl. Ya better believe it. He’s in love with ya.”

“I hope so, Helen,” you take a deep sigh, “Almost ready? Harry’s gonna walk you down the aisle. I took a look earlier and, Oh Helen, it’s just gorgeous out there, spectacular.”

“One last photo, ma’am,” the scurrying photographer says. You both smile cheek to cheek. “That’s certainly one of the best shots. I’m off the take one last photo of the groom. Good luck, you look beautiful.”

“I don’t know how Harry tolerates having a lens in his face all the time,” Helen says pressing her hand on her tummy.

“Well, he says it’s much better now that we have the pink cottage, we call it our bubble, we just kinda live in our own world there,” you say shrugging your shoulders and straightening the neckline on Helen’s dress. “You know you two are a part of our little bubble world…thank you for that.”

She kisses both of your cheeks and takes a moment to make sure she didn’t leave any lipstick. “Oh my god! I’m about to get married again!”

“You sure are!” you say sharing her enthusiasm as you text Harry a quick message to say you’re ready. You take one last look at yourself in the mirror. Your navy-blue, satin, sleeveless dress fits you like a glove to the waist before it flairs into a tea length flounce. It’s impeccably made and the sweetheart neckline enhances your cleavage where Harry’s initial necklace hangs over your heart. Your matching Manalo Blahniks do incredible things for your legs.  Harry’s gonna love them.

Down in Harry and Ron’s room the photographer takes one last photo of Harry shaking hands with Ron, when his phone dings with an incoming message.

“Looks like the ladies are ready!”

The photographer perks up and says he’ll escort Ron down to the courtyard and Harry makes his way to the elevator.

You’re applying one last swipe of lipstick when you hear a knock at the door. Helen, twists and turns, “Where should I go! Where should I go!” she says frantically.

“It’s just Harry, I bet Ron’s on his way down there,” you say calmly with a grin. She’s so cute you think to yourself. Forty-five years of marriage looks good on her.

You walk to the door, smooth your skirt and take a deep breath. “Why do I feel nervous…” you mutter to yourself.

You open the door to see your handsome man in a beautifully tailored black suit. You look him up and down then stop at his face.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Jezebel!” he says looking you up and down, “Goddamn!”

“Language, Harry…” Helen says from around the corner.

You grin, “You like?”

He twirls his finger, indicating that he wants you to spin around. On a tiptoe you spin and your dress flares as you do.

“God, ya so beautiful,” he says pulling you in, “’M one lucky son of a bitch. Sorry Helen,” he calls out to the room. He places one hand on the side of your neck, “May I kiss you?”

“I might die if you don’t.”

From the hallway, you hear a click and see the photographer has arrived to take a few more pics of the bride. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist, you’ll be so happy I captured that.”

“Gonna love gettin’ ya outta this dress later an’ seein’ wha’ ya have on under it,” he says in a whispered murmur against your ear. “Then in nothin’ more than my necklace an’ tha’ sexy stud in ya nose.” He pulls back with a very sly smirk and speaks up, “So where’s my other girl,” he calls out and winks at you.

Helen comes around the corner, fixing her earring, “Here I am!”

“Helen, my God, ya look amazing. Ron’s gonna be happy as fu—er, bloody happy, tha’s wha’ he’ll be. Ya a lovely bride, Miss Helen.”

“How is my Ronnie? Is he nervous?”

Harry chuckles and kisses her cheeks. “He’s no’ nervous at all. He can’t wait ta spend tha rest of his life wi’ ya.”

Helen puffs out a breath.

“Ya ready?”

“I’m ready.”

“Ok, we’re all going down ta the lobby then.”

Helen goes out first, followed by you and Harry.

Once you make it to the lobby, Harry leads you to the French doors leading out to the courtyard. You and Helen both gasp at just how beautiful everything is. There are flowers everywhere and the aisle is a bed of rose petals with white wrought iron chairs lining the sides. You can just see the minister and Ron standing under a wrought iron arch with pink roses threaded all through it.

“It’s time, Helen. I’m gonna walk her down the aisle an’ then come back fo’ ya, yeah?”

Helen nods, awestruck.

Harry gives the signal and the music starts. He holds out his arm and you take it and you walk through the doors and down the aisle.

You make it to the front and then he leans in close to you, and kisses your cheek. “Next aisle ya walk down, ya’ll be in a white dress, jus’ know tha’,” he says and circles back to the French doors to walk Helen down the aisle leaving you with your mouth open, stunned.

You open and close your mouth a couple of times just standing there with your hand out to one side. Finally you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding and smile a very shy smile and smooth your dress. You look at Anne who has a confused look on her face. She mouths, “You Ok?” You nod your head and grin a goofy grin. Then you begin to pat your skirt on either side, feeling for the pockets. Damn you forgot Ron’s ring. Gemma stand up and runs her fingers over her ring finger and then points up slightly. You nod and she runs off to the side. Whew! Gemma will save the day. It’s amazing that she could read your mind, but then she’s your best friend for a reason.

The music queues up, everyone stands and your mind is on seeing Ron’s reaction. He blushes and coughs into his fist before wiping a tear. You turn your body to see a beautiful Helen on Harry’s arm. He’s covered the hand she has hooked on his elbow with his own and he’s grinning from ear to ear. You look at his hand and thankfully see Helen’s diamond circling his yellow tipped pinky finger. Thank god he remembered. He reaches Ron and places a kiss on Helen’s cheek, shakes Ron’s hand and places her arm on his. You see him whisper, something that ends with the word “forever,” then moves to stand to the side. He catches your eye, winks and mouths “love ya”. You feel a tap at your arm and find a panting Gemma who hands you Ron’s ring. You kiss her cheek and thank her. If that’s the worst thing that happens tonight, you’ll consider this wedding a success.

Ron is looking in the eyes of his beloved with so much love you it’s palpable. He looks her up and down and just shakes his head grinning like a teenager. He whispers, “Just wow,” and the twinkle lights and hanging lanterns turn on spontaneously. Helen looks up and around at all the trees, the arch, the table and she opens her mouth and looks back at Ron and giggles. The sun has just set below the horizon and it’s like the world lit up just for them.

The ceremony…well, to be honest you can’t remember much of it other than passing the ring when you’re asked and hearing them pledge their commitment to another forty-five years. It’s extremely hard to think past Harry’s comment and the eyes he’s making at you the entire time you’re stand there. At one point he bites his bottom lip and fidgets with his rings. You can’t help the tear that slides down your face when the minister tells Ron he can kiss his wife. You look away at first feeling like you’re intruding on a private moment, but when you do look, Ron has his hands on Helen’s cheeks as he pulls her face up to him. You can’t help but think about how Harry does that same thing with you. You wonder if he’ll do that on your wedding day. You suck in a breath, “Whoa,” you say softly wondering where that thought came from. Apparently, Harry heard you and is looking at you with his head cocked to one side and his brows furrowed in concern. You smile and shake your head and mouth, “I’m fine.” Harry smiles back and mouths, “Love ya”. Mr. and Mrs. Ron Chapman are introduced and the photographer is clicking away as they walk back up the walkway to everyone clapping and cheering.

Harry can’t stand it any longer as soon as they’re half-way up the walkway, he walks straight to you and uses his finger and thumb to hold your chin and places a soft kiss on your lips. You blush, thankful that most of the guests are looking at Ron and Helen. All of them except Anne, who is looking on with a soft teary smile. She’s clapping, but it’s directed at the two of you. Forehead to forehead you smile at each other. Finally, he offers his arm and you take it and work your way up the walkway. You greet Ron and Helen and offer kisses and hugs.

Hors d’ oeuvres and cocktails are served on the lawn while photos are being taken.

You’re posed by the arch to take a photo with the bride and groom when Harry leans over to whisper in your ear, “Las’ time we had professional photos taken we dinna ‘ave any clothes on.”

You burst out laughing causing Helen to look over at you. You put your hand over your mouth and shake your head, “I’m so sorry,” you say to the group.

“’F I remember correctly ya weren’t laughin’, bu’ ya did make a lotta noise.”

You squeeze his arm, “Stop! You’re in a mood tonight Mr. Styles,” you tell him in between more photos.

He looks at you and smirks. “Everyone knows weddings make people randy.”

You giggle. “Well, you’re gonna hafta wait because we have a reception to attend!”

He doesn’t get a chance to respond because the photographer is directing Ron and Helen to move over so she can get pics of the two of you and then releases you for individual photos of the Chapmans and then it’s time to eat.

The tables are rustic and covered in a lace runner with flowers on each side. There are fairy lights strung over the table and candles everywhere so even though the natural light is fading, you can see everyone perfectly. The wine is poured and the entrees are brought out and there’s bread and cheese and pasta and meat and everyone is talking and laughing and enjoying this perfect evening to celebrate two people you love very much.

Everyone’s mostly done eating so Harry stands up to make his toast, his fork clinking softly on his glass. “A chance meetin’ in Cornwall is how we met Ron an’ Helen. I bought a cottage there an’ needed a caretaker fo’ it. I had no idea they’d be caretakers for s’much mo’ than a cottage. Their love inspires me because after 45 years it’s stronger than ever. I love ya both an’ wish ya a lifetime of happiness. Cheers!”

Everyone raises their glasses and toasts the happy couple and as soon as he sits back down he turns and presses a kiss to your lips. “Love ya s’much,” he says, forehead pressed up yours.

You comb your fingers back through his hair. “Love you more.”

Just then the music starts up and the band announces it’s time for the couples dance. You watch silently as Ron twirls her around the dance floor, tears of joy falling down your cheeks. You gasp as you feel his hand push the skirt of your dress up until his hand is on the skin of your upper thigh and his long pinky finger moves backwards to gently caress your pussy over the silk of your barely there panties. You bite your bottom lip but never take your eyes off of the dancing couple. You can feel his breath hot on your neck when he says, “as soon as this dance is over, go ta the loo an’ take off these panties.”

“Harry!”

“Bet they’re soaked. Ya don’ need ‘em an’ I need access ta my cunt, understand?” He asks as his pinky presses a little harder against your center.

“Mmm!” You grunt out a little too loudly but fortunately everyone is preoccupied.

He smirks as the song ends. “Now,” he whispers in your ear and you hurry inside to remove your panties and wad them in your hand. You return to sit down next to him, but he’s not in the same space. You peer around seeing if maybe he was just speaking with someone, when suddenly you hear a guitar strum through the speakers. You turn to see him standing at the mic with his guitar and the girls standing in a semi-circle around him.  You smile at him as you tuck your panties in your pocket. He notices and smirks before he speaks up. “We have a little something special planned for the bride and groom an’ any of ya out there who can relate ta the lyrics. We’ve slowed this down a bit an’ I hope ya like this version. Fo’ all the lovers out there…,” he strums a chord and begins, “Baby, you are the love of my life, Woah. Maybe you don’t know what’s lost till you find it…”

You see the concentration on his face as he does his best to convey what he’s feeling and his desire to sing with purpose. The couples at the table listening all sit a little closer and the partners listening to their lover sing are all a little bleary eyed. It’s a beautiful version, simple and heartfelt. You look over to Helen and she has tears rolling down her face and you can’t help the ones that fall from your eyes. Such a sweet gesture and such beautiful words. He can’t help but keep his eyes glancing to yours as he sings. You feel a little put on the spot as people catch his sight, but he’s claiming you unabashedly – he doesn’t hide his feelings and you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. As the song comes to a close. He pulls the guitar strap over his head and sets it on the stand as everyone stands up, clapping and whistling. You’re standing over to the side with your hands clapping even as you fist a tissue. He catches your eyes and walks with determination toward you where he grabs your cheeks and places a very intense passionate kiss on your mouth. You hold on to his wrists and return the kiss feeling overwhelmed with the moment. Everyone sits and begins to chatter about how good that version was and all you can do is stare at him and smile.

“Ya OK, Jezebel?” he asks brushing your hair from your eye.

You nod and smile. “I’m perfect.”

He leans forward, “Do ya ‘ave somethin’ fo’ me?”

You reach in your pocket and pull out a fisted hand.

“Put’em in ma pocket,” he says and you do, hand trembling, heart pounding. “Good girl. Dance wi’ me,” he says as Tennessee Whisky starts to play.

There are Edison lights strung over the dance floor area and between those and the twinkle lights in the trees you couldn’t imagine anything more romantic. He twirls you around and pulls you in close, one hand on your lower back and the other over yours resting on his chest.

“Finally…,” he sighs, “Finally got ya alone an’ in ma arms. Missed ya. S’tough havin’ ta share ya wi’ everyone else.”

You chuckle, “Well, honey, I’m quite familiar with sharing you with everyone on the planet, Mr. Rockstar and resident sex symbol, but it’s really, really nice to be missed. I’ve missed you madly. This is a good thing we did here.” You both look over to Ron and Helen who are in a tight embrace and swaying to the music.

“We did, dinna we.” He leans into you, face to face, low voice, extra thick accent, “This s’our song an’ I ‘ave a confession, it really turns me on…ya look so fuckin’ hot in tha’ dress. Jus’ flittin’ ‘round all proper in it… an’ the freak in me jus’ wants ta see ya spread out, all undone fo’ me… ‘cause tha’s fo’ me only.” His hand on your lower back squeezes you closer.

“Well, you do have my panties in your pocket, mister.”

He leans in to whisper in your ear, “God, I wan’ ya. I wan’ tha’…” he says nodding toward Ron and Helen.

“Harry…” you whisper biting your bottom lip, glassy-eyed.

“Wanna talk ta ya abou’ it mo’, but no’ here…later…when ‘ve got ya in ma bed, yeah?”

You nod your reply and softly close your eyes. The song comes to a close and suddenly, Ron calls out “Play it again,” with Helen giggling with her face buried in his chest, blushing with embarrassment.

You both laugh and Harry mutters, “Knew I liked tha’ man. Mmmm, got tha sexiest woman here in ma arms.” He brushes your hair off your forehead and places a soft kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

You lean your body in closer, “I love you too.”

“Christ, I gotta know…” he leans in close to your ear, “Are ya wet fo’ me?”

You nod and gulp at the same time.

“So tell me somethin’, wha’s ya number, one or two?” he asks with a smirk.

You offer a look of confusion. “Dunno, I’ll take a guess… ummm…two. Now what is it?”

“Two’s very nice…very, very nice,” he smirks and leans back to your ear, “s’tha number of fingers ‘m gonna put inside ya later.” You falter in your step feeling a jolt of weakness at his dirty talk. He grips you tighter, “Hold on, Jezebel,” he says with a chuckle. “How abou’ a number between one and ten?” he smirks again, very proud of his little game.

“Umm…six,” you reply with a shy giggle, slightly shrugging your shoulder with the feel of his warm breath on your neck just below your ear.

“Oooo, baby tha’s gonna be very, very fun…ya think ya can handle six orgasms?”

“Harry!” you whisper-shout looking around, “Your Mum is just over there!”

Completely ignoring your comment, he goes on. “S’a good thin’ we don’ leave early tomorrow…’m gonna spread ya out, all undone fo’ me tanight. I need it…I wan’ it. Need ta be inside ya.” The song comes to a close and you try to pull away, but he holds you tight. “Don’ wanna let ya go…meet me behind tha’ hedge over there…I need a proper kiss,” he says while you stand a little straighter and look around like you might get caught doing something naughty. He leans in, “Five minutes, understand?”

“They’re gonna cut the cake soon, H, we have to hurry,” you say grinning and playing with your necklace.

“Five minutes… go take a sip of ya champagne, politely s’cuse y’self an’ come ta me,” he says kissing your cheek.

You do as he asks, excuse yourself and try not to look guilty as you walk toward the hedge offering polite nods along the way.

A hand reaches out and pulls you in causing you to stumble on your heels and fall into his arms giggling.

He attacks your lips like a ravenous man on a mission. You lean up on tiptoes and wrap your arms around his neck. Arms wrapped around your waist, he lifts you as he opens his mouth to devour your lips.

“Mmhmm….hmmm…mmm…” you moan into the kiss.

Panting he pulls back for a breath, “Love ya s’much.”

“I love you, Harry, God, how I love you!” you stop to look around and see if anyone can see you.

“I wan’ ya heart, wan’ ya soul… mine are yours,” he says searching your eyes and breathing heavy. “I wan’ your forever. Be mine?”

“Harry, I dunno what you’re asking? But you have my forever, you have my heart and my soul,” you say holding his cheeks and staring into his eyes.

He shakes his head frustratedly, “Fuck! No’ now, s’ Ron an’ Helen’s day… jus’ know it in here,” he holds his hand over your heart.

You smile and nod your head, “I know…I know…”

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to cut the cake, if you’ll all gather together,” the event planner announces on over the speakers.

You put out a pouty bottom lip. “Thank god we don’t have to clean up after this, we can get to our room soon…my feet are killing me,” you say against his lips.

He dives in for another passionate kiss just as you’re trying to walk away, “Killin’ me, babe, swear I’ll rub ya feet tanight, promise.”

“Harry, we gotta go!” you whisper-shout trying to pull away.

“One more,” he says pulling you in once again and kissing across your jaw to below your ear causing your body to break out in goosebumps. He pulls you to him pulling your skirt up just enough for him to cup your wet pussy.

“Mmmm, Jesus swee’heart,” he says running his middle finger through your slit.

You let out a groan and break away, rounding the corner while you straighten your dress. Soon as you get around the hedge you run into Helen, who looks at you, sucks in her lips and pulls a leaf out of your hair. A few moments later Harry rounds the hedge with his middle finger in his mouth. You turn to look at him, eyes bulging when you see him sucking his finger. You look back to Helen who is slightly bent over giggling.

“Well, I was looking for you sweet girl. After we cut the cake, we’re having Cal take us back to the villa. I’m not going to throw my bouquet because I just don’t believe in leaving things up to a toss…I’m giving it to who I want to have it. Here, love,” she says passing the beautiful bundle of flowers to you. You look up at Harry who has his hand on your lower back.

You throw your arms around her neck. “I love you, Helen. Thank you so much. Let’s go cut that beautiful cake and find your handsome groom.”

You watch smiling as Ron and Helen cut the cake and feed it to each other. You’re so happy for them. This is the wedding they should’ve had all those years ago.

Harry’s just behind you, his arms around your waist and he can’t help but look down and see how happy you are. He squeezes you to him tighter. I always want her to be this happy, he thinks to himself. He smiles as you lean back and place a kiss under his jaw. “Don’ go an’ get me mo’ riled up than I already am, Jezebel,” he says, voice raspy in your ear and you shiver, your hands over his on your waist tightening.

Everyone sits down again at the tables and eats the cake and you can’t help but swipe some buttercream on your index finger and pop it in your mouth making sure that he’s watching.

He squints his eyes. “Askin’ fo’ it an’ ya already gon’ get it,” he whispers in your ear.

You gulp and eat the last bite of your cake.

Ron and Helen stand up and everyone looks at them. Ron clears his throat and addresses the group. “We’re leavin’ bu’ jus’ wanted ya thank ya fo’ sharin’ this mo’ with us. We never got ta have the fancy wedding tha’ Helen deserved an’ we appreciate it mo’ than you’ll ever know. Goodnight everyone,” he finishes grabbing Helen’s hand.

“The Chapmans’ ladies and gents! Everyone please gather round and let’s send them off in style!”

You all jump up and then it’s a flurry of hugs and kisses and well wishes and so glad I met you’s and then it’s your turn to say goodbye.

“Ah, my sweet girl. Take care of yaself an’ thank ya.” Helen says hugging you closely.

“I love you so much,” you tell her squeezing her tighter.

“Love ya too sweet girl.”

Ron shakes Harry’s hand and then leans in close. “Put a ring on our girls finger why don’ ya. Thank ya fo’ everythin’.”

Harry chuckles. “Ya welcome. Go! Enjoy your honeymoon!”

You kiss Ron’s cheeks and Helen kisses Harry’s cheeks and then they’re off in a shower of flower petals.

He hugs you from behind. “Was a good night.”

“It was, yeah.”

“One last dance and then we’ll go, yeah?”

You nod and smile.

You see him walk to Ny, Elin and Sarah and then they all walk to the stage. You furrow your brow. What in the world?

He walks back to you smirking and then you hear the opening of At Last and then you’re in his arms as you hear their beautiful voices harmonize and tears spring to your eyes.

“You did this?”

He smiles and nods. “Been plannin’ it fo’ a while.”

You squeeze the hand that he’s holding to his chest. “Thank you,” is all you can say. You don’t realize you’re the only one’s dancing until the song comes to an end and he spins you and dips you and then everyone claps.

“My feet hurt so much, babe,” you say slowly limping off the dance floor. “I can fix that,” he says, acting like he’s going to pick you up. “No way! Harry!” you whisper-shout to get his attention, “I don’t have on any panties and that is absolutely out of the question! I’ll just go barefoot….”

He looks at your through thoughtful eyes and then pops his eyebrows up, “Can fix this, hang on, darling.”

He jogs into the front desk and comes back with a pair of white fluffy house shoes, you can’t help but grin from ear to ear.  You hobble over to a chair and take a seat.  He kneels down and gently takes off your expensive shoes and slips on the house shoes. You wiggle you toes and groan in relief, then lean forward and brush your hand down his cheek, “So good to me…just so good to me….”

Milena and Gemma are looking on and Mil says, “Looks like Prince Charming found the girl to fit his slippers."

Gemma takes a deep breath and releases it in satisfaction, “Yeah, I think he has…she’s perfect for him. Like two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly and paint the most beautiful picture.”

“Aww, Gems that was the sweetest thing to say!,” Mil says throwing her arm around her.

“He’ll always be my baby brother and I want the very best for him. He doesn’t have it easy…it’s not always easy living his life – I just want them happy,” She says with a sniffle.

You shiver as the night air is cooling off.  Harry wraps his jacket around your arms. “Shall we say some quick goodbyes an’ get outta here, ma love?” he says grabbing your shoes and helping you stand.

You nod your head ready to close the night and get comfortable in your suite. After making the rounds, you walk side by side with your head on his shoulder, your shoes in his hands. He turns his face toward your temple and places a kiss. You hear a click and turn your heads inward over you shoulders to find the photographer smiling. You both look up at each other and laugh and he captures another shot of that moment. “Does she have a non-disclosure agreement?” you ask.

“Yep,” he replies softly.

“Just don’t want those pictures to be sold to the highest bidder, she’s captured some really special moments and I want those piccies to be just for us,” you say stopping to take one last look at him in the soft light before you have to enter the building where the lights are bright.

“I’ll make sure we ‘ave plenty of photos, swear ta god, never wanna forget this nigh’”

“Thanks for my slippers,” you say looking down at your feet on the elevator ride. When he doesn’t respond you look at him and he’s giving you a hard stare, once he finally blinks a tear drops onto his shirt.

“Oh baby,” you say running your thumb under his eye, “You must be exhausted.”

“No, no’ tired in tha least,” he says turning to place a kiss on your forehead, “Jus’ happy…an’…let me take care of ya tanight?” His kiss lingers and you close your eyes. ‘

“That sounds amazing, I really want a quick bath… don’t think I can relax until I wash some of this busy day away.”

“Lemme do it fo’ ya?” he pleads quietly.

“Yeah, but I…”

“No, swee’heart, I really need ta do this, please?”

You smile nodding and squeeze his hand, pushing into him so close his jacket begins to fall off your shoulders.

Just as the elevator arrives, he bends down and pick you up bridal style.

“Oof, Harry!”

“Just go wi’ it, Jezebel…no complainin’”

You wrap your arms around his neck in reply as he walks toward the door to your suite.. “Carry me to our room, H,” you lean in close to his ear, “Make love to me tonight, take me however you want me, make me yours.”

His adam’s apple bobs and he clenches his jaw. You can tell he’s holding something back, but you don’t push. It’s been a long couple of days and there’s no sense in pushing right now on the tail end of such a lovely night.

As you enter through the double doors of your suite, Harry mutters, “threshold,” so softly you could barely make it out.

“What’re you doin’ baby?” you ask curiously.

“Jus’ don’ wanna forget,” he says shyly blinking.

He puts you down at the foot of the bed and you plop backwards with a big sigh. “Lemme go get the water started. Share a bottle of water wi’ me?” he says cocking his head to take in the sight of you hair flared out on the duvet, breasts swelling out against the tight dress top, necklace askew and lying gently between your collarbones. “Ya s’ fuckin’ beautiful…”

You smile, “Why thank you handsome, you’re not too bad ya’self,” you tease back.

He grabs a bottle of water from the wet bar and begins to tug on his tie knot as he walks into the bathroom. You sit up and move your hand toward the side zipper on your dress. “Don’t touch that zipper, Jezebel, I wanna unwrap ma gift tanight.”

You smile to yourself and nod your head like he could see, “M’Kay.” Instead you pull the backs from your earrings and step to place them on the table.

He comes back and he’s untucked and unbuttoned his white dress shirt but left it open. The button on his black trousers is popped open and his feet are bare.  In other words, he looks positively edible.

You shake your head and bite your bottom lip, “God you’re hot, Harry.”

“Lemme unwrap my gift, Jezebel.” Holding both your cheeks he leans forward to place a gentle kiss to which you open your mouth and lick you tongue out to let him know you want more of him. He opens his mouth and bites down on your bottom lip. His breathing has picked up. You run your hands up his abdomen and slide the shirt off his shoulders. He’s sucking on your tongue when you pop away to lean forward to kiss the wings of first one swallow and then the other. He reaches under your arm and pulls the zipper down and the dress falls open. “Wha’ are ya wearin’ under this dress, love?”

“Well, you have my panties and I didn’t want bra lines, so I have nothing on under it at the moment.

Closing his eyes and moaning, he reaches down to palm his cock. “Fuck me, baby…thank god I dinna know abou’ tha’ all night, I’d never ‘ave made it.”

Pulling the sleeves down your arm you slip the dress down. The fabric rubs across your very hard nipples causing you to take an inhale of breath and your eyes to flutter.

“Sensitive, innit?” You nod your head on an exhale and rest your forehead on his chest. “Hold on fo’ me, love, let’s get in tha tub so you can relax, then I promise I’ll make ya feel good.”

“Been holding on all night, H…”

“Me too, Jezebel… me too,” he says kissing the top of your head and running his hands up and down your arms.

In the bathroom you pop your hair up in a messy bun and turn to watch Harry finish undressing. You aren’t shy about watching his every movement and you do it without breaking eye-contact. Finally, you turn to look in the mirror, “Harry, I love my make-up, it looks so sexy, but…”

“Take it off… wash it off. I wanna kiss my baby, not her make-up,” he says running his hand down your lower back. You exhale a relaxing breath so glad to get your skin clean. He leaves his hand there on your lower back rubbing soothing circles around and around watching as you apply your cleanser then rinse it clean. You pick up your moisturizing cream and he takes it from your hand, “Lemme do that in the tub,” he says carrying it to the tub.

You settle between his legs in the warm water and can’t help the groan that leaves your chest. “Oh, my, god…feels so good.” With your head back against his chest he rubs in a tiny dab of moisturizer on your cheeks and forehead, around your nose and chin, up and down your throat. Who knew that could be one of the most erotic, care-taking acts he’s ever done?  “Skin’s so soft and light. Thank ya fo’ lettin’ me do this.”

“Are you kidding? Honey…Mmmm…feels so good.”

He leans down to kiss you lightly. You raise your arm and thread your fingers in the back of his hair, your other hand resting on his knee. The water level is just so that it laps up against your nipples. They’re so hard and crinkled at both the cool air and the intense arousal you feel. One of his hands is rubbing soothing circles on your tummy, his other hand resting on your thigh. You close your eyes and can’t help the slight arch in your back as the water laps against your breasts. You feel his cock twitch and surge with blood. “Touch them…please,” you plead.

“Mmmm…babe…let’s see if I can make ya cum from jus’ playin’ wi’ these little berries, hmm?”

His hand slides up to cup your breasts and whispers in your ear, “Love these tits, they’re s’soft an’ sensitive ta my touch, how’s tha’ feel?” he says running his thumbs back and forth and circling just outside your nipples.

“Feels so good, dress was so tight on them, and I…I…I wanted you so much, they felt heavy and achy,” you say positioning your mouth so you can get a kiss from him. “Kiss me, and pinch them, please,” you plead sliding your legs back and forth against his legs. You look down at his finger, yellow polish still on his fingernails, thank god, something about his nails being painted just turns you inside out.

“Wanna make ya cum s’bad, jus’ wanna see ya let go fo’ me.”

You fist the hair on the back of his head, it’s getting a little longer, there’s more to tug on. You can’t help the swirl of your hips, the bow of your back.

“Ya feel it don’ ya, baby?”

“Touch me more.”

“If I were going ta touch ya where would ya wan’ me ta touch ya? Would ya wan’ me ta run ma fingers over ya little swollen clit? Jus’ imagine how good ma fingers would feel wi’ all this warm water. Fuck me, Jezebel, my cock is s’hard for you,” he says kissing the side of your cheek with an open mouth. “But s’different tanight, I wan’ ya ta feel ma love while we make love… while we fuck, because, baby, trust me if we’re fuckin’ ‘m still makin’ love to ya. An’ I love ya so god damn much…all the parts of ya, this heart,” he says running his flat palm over your heart, “this brain,” he says smoothing the hair off your forehead, “this soul,” he places both hands on your tummy, “When we fuck, I get ta touch an’ see a little bit of tha’ soul, a part nobody else gets ta see…’m obsessed wi’ it, when ya cum, s’like ya heart busts wide open fo’ me.

“Harry, I don’t think I can cum without more,” you cry out turning your head toward him seeking out his mouth, his tongue.

“See, I think ya can, Jezebel, jus’ keep listening an’ keep lettin’ go…move ya hips fo’ me…yeah, jus’ like tha’. I’m gonna get inside ya later,” he says raising one hand to pinch your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “So deep inside ya… ya gon’ let me in, hmm? Been dying’ ta get in my wet cunt all nigh’.”

You cry out when he says that, and raise your hand to cover his as you feel him tugging and rubbing your nipple. “I wan’ ya ta cum jus’ fo’ me, I wan’ ya orgasm, fall apart fo’ me, beautiful, jus’ let go…”

“Harry, Ha..Ha..Har…Oh.. Oh.., it’s cumming, it’s cumming,…,” you start to sob out tears your head thrown back, eyes screwed shut with a pained look on your face, “No, I’m empty inside, no, no, no,” you wiggle and squirm.  

He can’t take your tears, so he slides his hand down and curls his middle and ring finger inside you as your tummy begins contracting and your thighs start shaking quickly. You pull your legs up on either side of the tub pulling your knees up as he slowly pumps his fingers working you through your orgasm.

“There she is…tha’s my girl…,” he smiles proudly against your cheek, “Cum on my fingers…so beautiful, so beautiful, I love ya, I love ya so much…I love this…I love this, don’t stop, baby keep goin’…ya got another one fo’ me, I know it, I can feel it…cum s’hard fo’ me…let’s go again.” He lowers his voice and props his mouth closer to your ear, “Gonna find our spot, s’it full fo’ me? Hmm? S’ya tummy full for me? I know it’s righ’…,” he curls his fingers and applies the slightest pressure along with his “come hither” motion, “Here.”

“AHHHH…AHHHH…,” the second orgasm comes barreling through and you throw your head back even further his mouth open next to your ear.

“Jesus Christ…Fuck, Jezebel! Can feel ya slick cum on ma hand even in tha water,” he whispers in your ear as your body gushes out wetness with every contraction.

“No, no, no! Stop, stop, stop. Too Much!” you say trying to push his hand away.

He leaves his hand over your mound just running it back and forth, “Hey, Jezebel…talk ta me? Ya alrigh’?”

You’re panting, eyes closed, and you turn to your side pull your knees up, catching his hand between your legs still cupping your pussy, and curl into him letting out a soft exhale. You slide your hand up to his neck, “I’m good…it’s just so intense and still embarrasses me a little.”

“I don’ wan’ it ta embarrass ya,” he thrusts his hips behind you, “Ya feel tha’? Tha’s because my sexy girlfriend is so fuckin’ hot when she cums,” he kisses the top of your head, “Listen to me Jezebel, your body gives me everythin’ an’ I fuckin’ love it. Ya do it fo’ me, an’ I know ya body an’ ya body knows me an’ gives me wha’ I wan’. I love everythin’ tha’ happens when we fuck. I love when ya let go like tha’, truthfully, makes me feel like a beast. But ’m sorry ‘f we went to far tanight, maybe s’too much fo’ tanight?”

“No, no, it’s the best release, you just can’t imagine, and it makes me feel…,” you hide your face in his chest.

“Makes ya feel wha’, love?” he pulls your chin up to meet his eyes.

“Makes me feel very…loved, and very sexual. Is that weird? Just feels like our special thing, like it’s our love and our secret. My heart does burst when I cum for you.”

He smiles softly, nosing your cheek sweetly, “S’not weird at all, nothin’ abou’ ya is weird, yeah?” he smiles and kiss your nose, “Let’s rinse each other off wi’ some warmer water an’ go have a cuddle.”

“Cuddles later maybe? I wanna make love, please. I..I’m so open an..and sensitive right now, and I need to feel you.” You stop to stare up at him, “Harry, I know something is on your mind, I feel it and I see it,” he searches your eyes with a hard stare, “I wanna soothe whatever it is that’s bothering you, I wanna make love.”

He’s still staring hard into your eyes and normally you want to look down and away from his penetrating stare, but somethings changed. You’ve never felt more loved and accepted than you do with him and you’re starting to believe him when he says you’re his forever.

His eyebrows go up a tic when you don’t break his stare and he smiles.

You can’t help but smile back at him. “Take me to bed, Harry.”

You feel his cock twitch against your side and you pull the plug and rinse each other off with some warm water. You step out of the tub, grab a towel and slowly dry yourself off, never taking your eyes off of him.

He licks his lips as he watches you move the towel over your body. God, she’s so beautiful, he thinks. As your hand moves down your leg, he can’t help but imagine a diamond on your ring finger. He’s known for a while that he wanted to marry you but after everything that’s happened these last two days, the urge to make it official is stronger than it’s ever been.

You pull a fresh towel and hold it out for him. He takes it from you, making sure to graze your fingers with his and you shiver.

He dries himself off while you shamelessly admire every inch of his naked skin and you can feel a shot of arousal shoot through your body.

He drops his towel to the ground and moves so he’s standing in front of you. His hands move up to your face and cup your cheeks as he presses his lips to yours. As much as he’s aching for your touch, his kisses are soft and wet and just enough to have you leaning in for more. “Go lay in the middle of the bed, ma pillow under ya hips, legs spread, fingers holding yourself open fo’ me,” he says, the back of his fingers trailing down your neck to your nipple. “Can ya do tha’ fo’ me?”

You gulp and breathe out, “yes.”

He smiles against your lips. “Good. Go now.”

You turn and walk to the bedroom and your body breaks out in goosebumps. You can tell that he’s watching your every move. You crawl on the bed and position yourself the way he asked you to. He comes to the end of the bed, crawls up in between your legs, eyes drinking you in, every curve of your body, noting your flushed cheeks, and your chest heaving in anticipation, your fingers slightly trembling as they hold your pussy open for him. His fingers run down your slit and you cry out, a soft cry of his name. “Love when ya say ma name like tha’, fuck.” His hands move to your breasts and cup them, thumbs rubbing back and forth over your hard nipples. “I wanna get ya close, bu’ I don’ wan’ ya ta cum, yeah? Wan’ ya ta hang fo’ me as long as ya can. Tell me when ya get ta our lovespace, yeah?”

You nod. “Yes, wan’t you to take us there.”

He smiles as he bends his head and licks a stripe up your slit. He uses the pointed tip of his tongue to collect your honey at your entrance and bring it up to your swollen clit. He does it again and again and then he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue working against you.

“Ha…ahhhh…oh my god…Harry!”

He pulls back and wipes his chin, fingers moving slowly up and down your clit.

“Ya there?”

You nod slowly. “Yes…mmmm…” you giggle, “feels so…”

He blows on your clit.

“Ahhh! Ohhhh…do it again.”

He slides two fingers into your dripping entrance and curls then to your g spot, loving the sounds you’re making. He slowly curls his fingers and then blows on your clit again.

You clench and he watches, transfixed. He does it again and you clench again.

“Mmmm…ohhhh…ohhh….again.”

He blows again and this time he suctions back to your clit, moving his tongue slowly. He’s careful not to push you over the edge.

“Cl….close….mmmm….so close…gonna….oh…gonna cum, can’t hold it!”

He pops off. “Hold it fo’ me Jezebel. Wanna be inside ya when ya cum fo’ me.”

He moves your hands from your pussy and positions himself. He’s so hard and your hips are at the perfect angle for him to slide in.

“Ahhhhhh…mmmm…” Your hands grip his biceps and you gasp as he bottoms out.

He leans over you until he’s pressed up against you, chest to chest.

You close your eyes as he starts moving, just barely leaving you and then swirling his hips as he thrusts back in.

“Eyes on me, Jezebel. Wanna see ya eyes when ya cum on ma cock,” he says, voice raspy, accent getting thicker with arousal.

You force yourself to open your eyes and you gasp as you move your hips under his.

“God, ya s’sexy an’ ya feel s’goddamn good. Can feel ya pulsin’ around me, Jezebel. Dream about the way this feels, about the way ya feel round me,” he pants out.

“I’m cumming! Harry, I’m…Ohgodohgod,” you cry out, the dam bursting and your back arching up into his body as you cum around him.

He stops and just watches, he’s on the verge himself, but something so intense is happening on your face. His mouth is slack, lips wet with both of your saliva. This is my woman, I do this to her, he thinks to himself. As caveman as that sounds…This. Is. My. Mate. I want her, I need her.

You’re panting and so sensitive, he’s still so hard. You groan and flex on him, “H?” you whisper, opening your eyes wider slightly concerned, your body still pulsing. “Don’t you wanna cum inside me?” you ask running your hand through the hair on the back of his head.

He smiles…then slightly shakes his head like he’s pulling himself from a trance. “Jus’ love watchin’ ya cum, it’s so beautiful…so sexy…” he leans down to kiss you. You wrap your legs around his waist, and with the pillow propped under your hips and your legs now pulled up, he slides just slightly deeper.

You run your hand down his back to pull on his bum, “You’re in so deep and it still doesn’t feel …close enough and I’m…still…,” the walls of your pussy start pulsing, “mmm, baby… I’m still...,” you pant, “I wanna watch you cum too.” He swivels his hips and takes in a deep breath and holds it, “No, don’t hold back, Harry…want more….”

He growls his need, pulls back and snaps forward causing you to squeal in delight and him to groan deeply. “Yeah…keep going, honey…,” you encourage.

His lips are slack his eyes glazed over with need. He pulls back again and pounds back in. “’M gonna fuckin’ cum s’hard an’ deep inside ya, gonna fill ya up…ya hear me, Jezebel? Gonna cum s’hard in this pussy, ma cunt, been holdin’ back all day an’ trying no’ ta think abou’ fuckin’ ya, an’ tha harder I tried no’ to, tha harder ma cock got.” He’s pounding you into the mattress, having finally lost control and you couldn’t be more happy. “Cummin’, I’m cummin’ in ya, feelllll ittt…Errrrrr, uh, uh, uh,” he’s still and his entire body is stiff as he pulses, twitches and spurts inside you. You can feel the warmth of his cum, flood your body and push out around his cock, rolling down your backside.

He suddenly falls onto your body, relaxed, but panting out his breath. “’M I hurtin’ ya?” he asks from your neck where his face is buried.

“God no,” you say smoothing your hands up and down his back, then curling your fingers so you can scratch his back lightly up and down with your manicured nails. “Feel good, feel better?” you ask. You feel him nod his head.

He pulls his head up and kisses your lips tenderly. “I love ya.”

“I love you too,” you say looking from eye to eye, “Baby, is something wrong? I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’ve been amazing this week, you just seem distracted and like there’s something on your mind. Did I do something?” Your brows furrow in concern.

He rubs his thumbs on your cheekbones. “Oh babe, yeah…I mean… somethin’ IS on ma mind, an’ yeah, ya did do somethin’, but it’s not what you think…’s definitely no’ something wrong…” he kisses your nose, “s’oh, so right. So, so right.”

You smile, relieved. “You can talk to me about anything,” you say rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“Well…” he gulps staring into your eyes, “Jezebel…how do ya feel about marriage? I mean, is it archaic an’ old-fashioned ta ya…have ya ever thought abou’ bein’ married?”

You grin and shrug your shoulder, “I’d really like to be married, it’s not archaic or old-fashioned to me, it’s a sweet commitment and I always hoped to find someone who loved me enough to wanna spend the rest of their life with me. What about you?”

He grins happily, “Well, ‘m gonna spend tha rest of ma life lovin’ ya, I know tha’ an’ ‘ve just been wonderin’ fo’ a while now wha’ ya’d say ‘f I asked ya?”

You return his grin, “Umm, Har-ry? Did you just ask me to marry you while you’re still inside me?”

He touches his forehead to yours, “Fuck… ’m sorry, dinna... this isn’t romantic, swear ta Christ, baby, I’ll do it again…”

Your body clenches on him, causing him to pull back slightly and smirk.

“Babe? D’ya jus’…”

You bite you bottom lip and slowly blink your eyes, “Well, if you were to ask, then I would probably ask if I could take your name too.”

“Baby, you can ha…wait, d’ya jus’ say ya’d say yes?” he interrupts himself.

You just giggle and nod frantically running your fingertips up and down his sides.

He grins and it turns into furrowed brows, “’m so so sorry for,” this he shakes his head looking around, “swear, I’ll do better, s’jus’ ya wanted to know wha’ was on ma mind, an’ I won’t ever, ever lie ta ya, so I jus’ told ya. S’been on ma mind fo’ a while….”

“I love you, Harry… there’s never going to be another for me.”

“I love you, babe an’ I wan’ wha’ Ron an’ Helen hav’, been so scared no one would ever wan’ me fo’ me, tha’ somethin’ like tha’ would jus’ be somethin’ I’d hav’ ta live without. I mean, most people who do wha’ I do have tha shittiest luck at forever love.”

“Well, they aren’t you and me. We’ll make our own forever last, with a lot of hard work and keeping ourselves real.” You brush your fingers through his hair. “Things’ll be hard, extra hard because of our situation, but this kind of love is worth the work, right?  Like…I know it’s about to get so crazy with, movie premieres and more travel, but we’ll make it work.”

He presses his lips to yours as he pulls out, pressing several kisses to your lips. “Be right back.”

Your hands run down his arms as he gets up and your head falls back to the pillow and you smile a smile of pure joy. You want to pinch yourself. Is this real? You feel like you’re gonna wake up at any minute.

He comes back with a warm cloth and gently cleans you up and he chuckles. “We made a proper mess, Jezebel,” he says as he pulls the pillow out from under your hips.

You watch as his eyebrows go up and you know that look. “What?”

“Hold on,” he says getting up and going to the dresser and picking up the amethyst ring Stevie gave him and comes back over to the bed.

You sit up and he sits down in front of you.

“This ring means a lot ta me because Stevie gave it ta me,” he says slipping it on the ring finger of your left hand.

You both stare at your finger in awe.

“Wanted ta see how it’d look,” he says.

You look up and meet his eyes. “Harry…” you breathe out, your right hand subconsciously fingering your bee necklace.

“Looks beautiful on ya, Jezebel.”

“I love you, Harry.”

“I love ya too. Forever.”

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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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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.

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

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