#bridesmen

[fieriframes]

[Bridesmen.]

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

"Don't You Know It's Bad Luck To See Your Bride Before The Wedding?"

Warning: I write reader as female 

Masterlist

One of the most interesting things about having a girlfriend from another world is learning about the culture and traditions that her world possesses. Normally, he would consider every part of the home of the love of his life nothing less than perfect, since it managed to create such an exceptional individual - the very same individual that he can proudly call his. This was, however, before you mentioned a certain tradition/superstition that you had where the soon-to-be husband and wife spend the night before their wedding apart and forbids said betrothed couple from seeing each other until they meet at the altar.

Here’s how our dear NRC boys would react when told this news:

Is cool with it. At least on the outside. They understand that it’s a silly little tradition from your home world so they let you spend the night with Adeuce (you bet that those two are your bridesmen/men of honour and the three of you and Grim are going to have the greatest bachelorette party of your life)/Papa Crewel 

But of all traditions, why this one? He seems perfectly calm when you say goodbye - you pretend you don’t notice how he holds you much longer and tighter than he usually does when he hugs you - and your text messages to each other are as normal as they can be, but no matter how hard he tries he just can’t shake off the cold feeling of loneliness your absence brings and how his body feels empty without yours to anchor it.

Once the festivities of his bachelor party are over, it takes five minutes of him trying and failing to keep himself occupied and distracted before his desire to at least hear your voice becomes unbearable and he grabs his phone to call you. He wordlessly slips off somewhere where none of his friends would find him and he gives you a ring. The two of you speak to each other until one of you falls asleep.

He would actually go through with it in its entirely and seeing you walking down the aisle in all your glory and beauty, emerging through the door like a celestial being, after hours of not seeing you had him completely awestruck, like a dying man seeing an oasis after spending hours crawling through the desert. It nearly almost made the wait worth it. 

Just never make him go through that again. Please.

Trey, Jamil, Silver, Jack, Sebek

Instantly shoots it down. 

Listen, Y/N, he loves you so much it hurts. He’ll move mountains for you, pluck the stars and moon out of the sky for you. He’d make the sun rise from the west if that’s what you desired. If there’s an option to carve out his heart and present it to you on a silver platter he would. Every breath he takes, every time his heart beats, and every hour of every day, he’s dedicated to making you the happiest person in the world - the ring on your finger is an attest to that.

But he won’t, absolutely will not nor ever, deprive himself of a single minute of your presence. He’s trying to make up for the years he’s spent without even knowing you and now that he has you in his life, do you think he goes a day without thanking every force in the multiverse that you found him and filled his life with light and colour and laughter. Do you truly believe that he would ever even attempt to get any amount of rest when you’re not in his arms? It’s absolutely unfathomable and he will stand for it. Now come over here and spend the next hour cuddling him for speaking such nonsense.

It does not matter how long your respective bachelor and bachelorette parties last, you two are spending the night together and that’s that. Full stop.

And don’t worry about the consequences. Whatever supposed ‘bad luck’ that befalls you as a result of his actions, he’ll shoulder it all. In sickness and in health until the end of time, after all.

Riddle, Vil, Jamil, Azul, Leona, Malleus, Idia

Haha, no ♡

Leona, Lilia, Jade, Floyd

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM???? 🥺😭

Ever since you brought it up, he’s been nothing but clingy. It’s hard to tell where you start and he ends from the way he’s hugging you so close it’s like he’s trying to fuse the two of you together. 

He wants to do it for you since you’re already sacrificing so much by being away from your home but-but that means that he has to spend a whole entire night without you! Don’t you know he can’t live without your goodnight kisses? And your good morning kisses? And your breakfast kisses and lunch kisses? And you’re just going to desert him like that? Abandon him and then deprive him of hours of kisses and cuddles that legally are his right to have? Starve him of his well-deserved affection and leave him when he needs you the most? Just tell him that you hate him, it would hurt less.

This boy is going to be facetiming you throughout his entire bachelor party - the rules of your world be damned. He’s going to be marrying you in less than 24 hours and he wants to spend every second of his excitement and pure elation with you. 

These boys are also the reason as to why you have to have people stationed outside your changing room like guards to make sure that the surprise of your wedding dress isn’t ruined because ‘they just had to see you’.

Needless to say, you are going to be spending the night together

But seriously he’s tried to follow you into the bathroom. Just tell him that it’s an old custom that no one abides by anymore before he breaks the door down.

Ace, Deuce, Cater (100% snapchats/live tweets his feelings of betrayal), Ruggie, Epel, Kalim, Azul, Floyd, Rook

You used your impeccable negotiation skills (puppy eyes) to reach a compromise. You’ll spend the night in Ortho’s room and the two of you will spend the entire night before your wedding playing video games using your matching couple headphones. Ortho will run interference until you leave the next day to get ready to make sure that you don’t end up seeing each other.

Or at least that was the plan until Idia woke up in the middle of the night to find his room devoid of the only lights in his life. Without even thinking, he leaves his bedroom and goes over to where you and his brother are and he gets into bed with you and cuddles you.

Listen normie, you’ve wormed your way into his heart so take some responsibility. If your world is right, then he’ll take the L. He’s used to doom and gloom so whatever bad luck happens can’t be worse than the life he had without you and it certainly isn’t worth even an hour without you by his side.

Idia

Are you kidding him, Herbivore?

First he has to go to some stupid bachelor party that his brother, Ruggie and Jack are throwing because no one would shut up about it when he could be sleeping with you and now you’re telling him that you want him to spend the night alone when he could be sleeping with you?

No. Absolutely not.

He doesn’t care if you think it’ll bring him bad luck or whatever. He’s not spending the night without you. In fact, he’s not even going to go to that blasted party. You and him can just spend the entire time napping in bed.

What? He has to go. Fine. They get one hour. Then, you're his. And if anything tries to get in the way of yours and his happiness, he’ll turn it to ash with his very claws.

Leona

Child of Man, he does not understand. You mean to tell him that in your world, a betrothed couple must spend the eve and morning of their nuptials apart lest a curse of bad luck shall befall them? He’s never heard of such a thing. Humans have such strange customs from where you’re from. You needn’t worry, however, as the future king and powerful mage, he is more than capable of handling whatever calamity that comes your way. A measly little curse is no match for a fae such as he. Therefore, there is no reason for you to deprive him of the warmth of your body for he shall always be there to soothe your fears. He has sworn to protect you and made an oath to you that no harm shall ever befall you.

For if anyone dares to prove him otherwise, he shall deal with them. 

Personally.

Malleus (it takes him a while to realise it’s not an actual curse since your world doesn’t even have magic to begin with but he still makes you wear enchanted jewellery on your person just in case - even though every piece of jewellery he had gifted you prior to that is chock full with protection charms and that’s not even counting the heaps of blessings he gave you) (It’s like that time you told him about the curse of ‘The Scottish Play’ all over again)

[chasing-the-persea]

When Percy and Annabeth inevitably get married, who’s going to be part of who’s entourage?

Obviously Tyson and Grover are going to be in Percy’s (when Percy asked Grover to be his best man ((satyr?)) Grover cried for days)

Thalia would be Annabeth’s maid of honor, and happily take up the role of disrupting Hera’s interferences

Piper was thrilled when Annabeth asked her to be a bridesmaid. Most people expect Aphrodite kids to love wedding planning but Piper knew Annabeth had been planning this ever since the underwater kiss and had everything under control. She also was on standby to talk through any nerves

Everyone is unofficially introduced to the Norse side of the family as Magnus is one of the bridesmen

In a surprising turn of events Clarisse is one of Percy’s groomsmaids. She partners up with Thalia on anti-Hera patrols

Estelle is the flower girl

Leo made their rings from celestial bronze. Diamonds matching the other’s eyes are set in the rings

Mrs. O’Leary is the ring bearer, who had to be escorted by Nico last minute because she kept shadow-traveling away during the rehearsal

Percy asked Frank and Hazel but as they were still praetors they couldn't both leave Camp Jupiter. Hazel sent Frank with a generous wedding gift

Veterans of the Athena cabin who grew up with Annabeth volunteer to make sure everything goes smoothly. They know how important this is to Annabeth and will do whatever it takes to make the wedding happen

Jason would have officiated it :'( in his stead they asked Chiron

[kirk-doodle]

Hey. :pulls first membership perk out of trench coat: want to see some behind the scenes sketch at hybrid aizawa in a pumpkin like those cats?

I made a patreon! It is going to be 5 dollars for early access to sfw sketches and sfw pieces. As it goes along and I get a feel for it I will open up a tier for nsfw pieces and mayhap a sticker of the month. I'm really excited to get this off the ground.

Right now I don't have payment available as I jumped the gun a bit, but I will focus mainly on mha Erasercloudmic, erasercloud, erasermic, erasercloudmic family, aus, dabi/tomura, dabihawks, and the occasional cryptid.

[alphacrone]

was trying to think of gender neutral terms for wedding party members bc there’s bridesmaid and groomsman and in recent years i’ve seen bridesmen and groomsmaids and then i remembered that post on here about a gn term for the person getting married being “broom” so i was like. broomsfolk. and now i have a folk punk band name

[blub-blub-bish]

Random idea.

stendyl wedding, but like, Enby Stan x transmasc wendyl

Instead of having bridesmaids and groomsmen, they had bridesmen and groomsmaid, 1. Because Stan wants to be called a bride, and 2. Because wendyl’s closest friends are mostly girls and Stan’s closest friends are mostly guys (in a way)

At the ceremony, The girls wore dresses and the guys wore suits. But at the wedding party, they switched so the girls wear suits and the guys wore dresses.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[anincompletelist]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love. ❤️

HI FRIEND! thank you for the ask :') I hope you're well!

I love getting this ask because it changes for me every time jhdfgkjshgf. I think at this moment this would be my top five:

[in no particular order]

i. the diabetic alex fic

for obvious (or maybe not so obvious? reasons) this fic is my outlet for a lot of my own grief and experiences having type one myself. it's cathartic on its own just getting it on a page, but I've been privileged enough to be able to connect with so many others from all different situations because of it and I am eternally grateful for that <333

ii. chaos alex (affectionate)

my author's note was very apt on this one I think: get in losers we're healing our trauma through smut about two fictional men again! :D this one holds a special place on my own personal journey but again, it's been incredibly validating to have received messages that it's been comforting for others as well.

iii. the time-travel-bullet-train-as-a-metaphor-for-grief fic

this one was just insanely fun to write and plan out and, hopefully, execute well! I played around with a bunch of elements that I never have before and didn't realize how much I needed to hear the words I was writing until after I'd written them.

iv. the one where they're june's bridesmen

my first Long Boi in this fandom (sort of). I worked on this one for quite a while and changed course several times throughout it, created original characters that I thoroughly enjoyed getting to know, and ultimately came out with something I was really proud of!

v. the severed soulmates fic

basically the same reasoning as chaos alex above, just without the smut ejhfgksjhfg. if you read between the lines there's quite a few metaphors in here for a whole host of things, but the comfort near the end was well earned and, if applicable to any readers, hopefully validating as well.

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[coleskingdom]

Mine

Jay White x Reader

AU readers dad works for a promotion who wants to work with NJPW, and is asking his daughter to marry David Finlay. Bullet Club holds power however a last minute decision is made.

Warnings: Runaway Bride, panic attack, oral sex (fm receiving), p in v, male and female orgasms

Mentions of Adam Page, Matt Jackson and Adam Cole

Genre Smut

Standing in the dressing room of the church I wondered how could I go through with this. I knew that even though my father told me what I was doing was best for business, I cringed at the thought of walking down the aisle and seeing David Finlay at the altar backed by his band of strippers and thugs. His groomsmen were so gross that I couldn’t even have bridesmaids, instead I chose my four best male friends, and a calculated move against my future husband. A knock at the door and Matt stuck his head in “it’s time” he said looking like he was leading me to my own execution. I nodded and asked for another minute. I took a few more calming breaths but each breath seemed to get caught in my throat. My hands shaking, the next knock at the door was from the Adam’s, “ they’re getting impatient, do you want to call it off” Cole asked, Page pulled a flask from his jacket screwed off the cap handing it to me and I took a long pull off “ hey hey, save some for those of us who have to witness this” he teased trying to make me laugh. “ Where’s Jay?” I asked hesitantly “ He’s here but he said he can’t see you , he feels like he’s somehow responsible for this mess.” I blinked back tears, Page wiped my cheeks and kissed my forehead, “you have to make a decision. Whatever you decide we will support you ”. he said quietly “ I can’t let my father down, he’s counting on being able to work with Finlay and NJPW. Let’s go, before I run. “ I said reluctantly walking out of the room.The last word rattled in my brain , I could run, I could choose myself for once. I shook my head to refocus on what had to be done.

I heard the music as my bridesmen walked down the aisle an audible gasp at the realization of who I had chosen Matt Jackson, Adam Page, Adam Cole and Jay White all former members of the club and the current leader of Bullet Club Gold all work for the company that infuriates my father. I smiled my father couldn’t control everything. I walked with my chin up, David’s eyes full of rage, and his jaw set as he saw me walking towards him. I handed my bouquet to Matt, who took it reluctantly and tried to reassure me by rubbing the top of my hand . I heard David say I do, the priest then asked me and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. My brain screamed run that if I could just get out of here I could just breathe. “I can’t” I said and I turned and ran up the aisle I made it all the way outside . A black challenger, pulled up in front of me, the window rolled down and there was Jay “Get In” he said I opened the door and got in the gravel was flying before I could get the door closed.

How did you know? I asked still trying to quell the panic attack as the reality of what I had done set in. “ Breath, one two three four exhale” he said “ How did I know? It’s all my fault, when I lost to Eddie. I knew it was only a matter of time before your father and David would agree to this. I saw the sadness in your eyes and hoped you would make this choice. ” I took in his words I never realized he paid attention, when I asked him to stand at my sham of a wedding he agreed quicker than the other three. He declined being my man of honor, but that he’d stand for me.

“ Where are we going? I can’t go to the hotel, or home they’ll find me there. I know I ruined everything Jay” and began to cry again. “ I’ve got you.” as he turned down a dirt road leading through trees into a clearing into that sat a little cabin with a porch. “Whose place is this?” “It’s mine,it’s my getaway it’s my grounding point. Come on let’s get it in it’s starting to rain.” I got out and ran to the porch, laughing at the irony of it all. “Rain on your wedding day is supposed to be good luck.” The laughing turning into sobs, Jay unlocked the door and guided me inside.

“ I’ve got to get out of this dress, it’s suffocating me. Jay help.” With that he was on me he went to the back of the dress to try and undo the buttons. “They’re not unfastening, what did you do to this dress”. “Jay cut me out of it, please” “ My pleasure, sweet girl” with that he stood in front of me the switchblade in his hand as he cut the bodice of my dress and peeled it off of me he went to the back and loosened the corset straps. My breathing returned to normal, but my skin felt like it was on fire.

Jay’s breath on the back of my neck, his light touch in reassuring circles as he was trying to calm me. “ You’re a clever girl, wrapping yourself up in multiple layers knowing that David would be too drunk to figure this out. He never deserved you, he wouldn’t know what to do with this pretty little package so nicely wrapped in silk and lace.The question is how many layers are there. I however am a patient man who’s waited years hoping one day that you might see me the way I’ve always seen you” his words registering in my brain, I had been with Jay for years I followed him around the world, taking different jobs saying I was trying to learn the business to understand my father better at least that’s what I told myself. Though I found myself in rooms with Jay more often than not, when the other guys left for AEW, I stayed behind with Jay. I couldn’t leave him there alone we had been together so long. For all of his bravado he was a man with many layers. I had found my chosen family in these travels. I always shrugged off the feelings that I’d developed for Jay on and off through the years I thought he thought of me as one of the boys.

“Jay,” I said trying to quell the emotions, “ I shouldn’t have said all that, it’s not fair, you’ve been through enough these past…” I turned and captured his lips in a kiss catching him off guard for half a second, however he quickly took charge of the kiss, he deepened the kiss my tongue relenting as he slowed it down. He broke the kiss, moving along my jaw, down the side of neck. Taking his time like I might break or disappear. I giggled, he stopped kissing me and I giggled even harder. “ I’ve never gotten that reaction from a woman” a little dismayed. I reached for his hand brushing my thumb over his knuckles. “ Jay, I’m sorry, I’m standing here with my wedding dress cut down the middle on the floor in a corset petticoats a garter and heels and you are in a suit , in a romantic cabin, with you and I’ve never been happier in my whole life.“ I said smiling “ My sweet girl, I’m going to make tonight and every night happier than the last.” He turned me around working on the ribbons of the corset again and kissed my spine as he undid them one by one, taking his time never rushing. “You really had a plan didn’t you, but you’re the most beautiful gift I’ve ever unwrapped “ with the corset and petticoats removed I stood there in front of Jay my wedding night lingerie. “ I feel like I’m over dressed"he grinned, inches from me. He began to undress he took off is coat, each move was for my benefit he removed the cufflinks and placed them on the table, unbuttoned the white shirt his abs now on full display, he rolled up his sleeves like a man on a mission.

When our bodies meet it’s like time stands still there is nothing soft in this kiss. He kisses me like he’s trying to conquer me, to prove something to me and himself. His mouth tastes like whiskey, the same whiskey I drank before I walked down the aisle. Suddenly, he’s walking me backwards one hand in my hair the other on my waist, as we enter his bedroom never breaking the kiss. He sets me down on the edge of the bed and drops to his knees before me. My breath hitches. His eyes linger on my breasts for a few moments before he places a kiss on my stomach, then my hip bone, another to bow at the top of my white lace thong.

I shut my eyes in response to the sudden ache inside my chest.His palms land on my ribcage and move skyward until they're wrapped around my breasts. An appreciative breath escapes him.”Fuck, these feel good," he rasps against my skin, his lips still pressing kisses to my abdomen. Warm pleasure slips through my veins at what he's doing to me. How he's touching me. He drops one hand to my thigh, lifts my leg, and slings it over his shoulder. He lifts his gaze to meet mine.”You're not going anywhere unless I let you,my sweet girl.” I moan as his palm runs over my mound, “My girl is already so wet, and I’ve barely even begun “ he rips the fabric of my thong. My body shudders with anticipation, his mouth finds my pussy licking my slit, his tongue darting in out of my core, avoiding my clit, by just blowing softly on it. “Jay, please “ I beg, knowingly he takes his thumb and begins rubbing my clit. My body tenses as I feel my orgasm building, he replaces his mouth with his fingers. The sounds my body is making, as his mouth begins to lick and suck my clit. “Jay I’m going to come,” Not yet , be a good girl, I promise you’re almost there” he added a third finger making me feel impossibly full, stroking deep inside of me. My pussy squeezing his fingers, “okay now, sweet girl” with a final curl of his fingers. The pressure that had built inside me snapped and I came off the mattress as my back arched and my mind went blank and all I could remember was his name. He worked me through my pleasure “ Jay I need you”, my body and mind chasing that release that freedom again.

Jay stands he pulls his arms out of the sleeves, the muscles in his shoulders and chest flexing with the movement.The pants go next, together with the boxers. My gaze dips to his abs, the V-below, then lower. I swallow. Somehow, he looks even bigger than I imagined. He gets on the bed, settles his weight between my legs, wraps one palm around my thigh, hiking it up higher. I run my hands up his muscled chest. He's burning up. So am I.

His cock presses against my center, and he wraps his fist around it, guiding it where it belongs. He pushes into me slowly, stretching me, he fills me all the way and a moan pours out of him. “Fucking perfect, you’re taking me so good, sweet girl.” He kisses me before he pulls back and pushes into me even deeper this time. My other leg comes around to the back of his thigh my heel digging in to encourage him to keep going. “My greedy girl, wants more, tell me what you need .” Faster Jay, please” he speeds up lowering his head to suck on my neck. “ You’re squeezing me so tight, you feel so good, you’re fucking perfect.” He mutters. His words set me off. The pressure begins to build again increasing with every smooth stroke, He changes the angle of his hips and it’s even better and more intense. My eyes roll to the back of my head, as my orgasm takes over. "Mine," he growls as I flutter around him. His body grows taut, every muscle prominent and hard. I scrape my nails down his chest and watch his face morph into a grimace. His cock jerks, and he spills inside of me with a guttural groan. For a while, we stay tangled with each other. I press a kiss to his chest. He brushes his fingers through my hair.

A phone ringing on the night stand breaks the silence. I pout as he pulls out of my body, I wanted to keep us here in this moment for as long as possible. “Sweet girl, if I don’t answer this phone, we are going to have your other 3 bridesmen here, and that would ruin my plans.” he answers the phone. “ Hello, yes I’ve got her. She’s okay.” I begin to press kisses along his chest down his abs his breath hitches “ No, she’s going to stay here. Yes, it’s final” as I kiss lower. His hands playing in my hair. “ Fuck” he hisses “I will deal with Finlay and her father tomorrow, if they ask any further questions tell them she’s mine.” He slammed the phone down.

“No where were we” I said.

[hackoftheyear]

Kristan told my brother that he needs to apologize to me to be in the limo on Friday so I’m interested to see if he does apologize to me. Not expecting it. Him and his friend wanted to do something nice for the ceremony like be my bridesmen which is really cute I would love that. But my brother has just been so shitty to me for so long that every horrible thing he says builds up quicker. I’m sad I want to like my brother I want to be friends and hang out and everything. But I’m so tired and if he can’t even apologize for saying stuff to rile me up then where the hell do we go from there 😐

[saulof-tarsus]

My Cape-Veil Is Ready

A video of my veil made by the old user catholic-shieldmaiden. She requested I keep her name anonymous but did give me permission to post all of these. I CANNOT wait to see it in real life, it is exactly what I wanted! Pictures of it as well:

I cannot wait to get married and I will get to try it on at my final fitting this weekend with my bridesmaids and bridesmen!~

[jungkookslipring]

The Perfect Day (pt 2)

pt 2 of "The Perfect Day"

pairings: Mingi x reader

Today was the day. You sat in front of the mirror looking at yourself in awe as the stylist finished up the final touches on your makeup. Thank god waterproof makeup exists cause you were so close to crying just over how good you looked! Your bridesmaids were sitting in their chairs getting their hair done when one of them gasped dramatically. You whipped your head around looking at them with wide eyes. 

“What what what?!?!?!” You ask with urgency. One of your bridesmaids Mae showed you her screen.

“The new episode of Demon Slayer is out!” she exclaims as your other bridesmaid Nicole gasps out loud. 

“Bitch I thought you were gonna say Mingi ran out!” You breathe out as you try to calm your heart. Nicole snorted.

“Mingi is not stupid. He’s gonna sob like a lil baby when you walk down the aisle,” Nicole said dreamingly. 

“Or he’s gonna jump like San and remind us all why their company banned jumping,” Mae snorted looking back at her phone.

“Yeah, why the fuck is that a thing?” Nicole asked. You shrugged.

“Who knows but he and San are the reason,” you laugh. 

“You both are literally marrying Shoyo HiNicolea,” Nicole smirks as she hairsprays her hair. 

“And you’re marrying a man who loves One Piece,” Mae snorts. 

“I’m marrying Yeosang question mark?” Nicole said, cocking her eyebrow, looking up from her phone.

“Wooyoung is attached to his hip so you’re also marrying his best friend,” Mae laughed. Nicole smirked.

“Then I’m marrying San too,” she said, laughing. Mae’s eyes went huge. 

“It’s gonna be one big fuck fest,”  All three of you bust out laughing, trying not to ruin what the stylists spent a good few hours on. 

“Who’s gonna cry when Mingi starts crying?” You ask your friends. 

“Hongjoong,” Nicole and Mae say at the same time. You nearly spit out your champagne as the girls start wheezing from laughter. All three of you started debating on what order the guys will lose their shit when their bubbly 99-line brother becomes a blubbering mess once he sees you. 

“You have that to look forward to,” you say, holding your glass up towards Mae. She covered up her mouth.

“Stop, I don't even wanna think about that right now I’ll start crying too I’m a cancer!!!” she screeched dramatically. Her eyes went huge and she pointed a finger at Nicole.

“SO ARE YOU!” She exclaimed. Nicole’s eyes went huge.

“SO IS SAN!” Mae smacked herself on the forehead. 

“Fuck if it isn’t Hongjoong who’s gonna make me cry at our wedding it’s gonna be San,” she laughed. Everyone’s eyes went huge. 

“San is gonna make us all sob,” you realized before everyone started dramatically having a mental breakdown.

“What am I gonna do?” San asked, walking in. His tux was a gorgeous shade of Red, with minimal face makeup. A few of the guys had absolutely no problem being on the bride's side of the bridal party. Nicole turned around in her chair, hugging San.

“Cry your face off when Y/N walks down the aisle,” she states as San smiles. 

“So will you and Meeks,” he stated matter-of-factly. Nicole looked at Mae.

“We’re screwed,” she breathed out as Mae nodded. You could hear two footsteps coming up the stairs of your cabin, the others not batting an eye knowing it was the rest of the bridesmen.

“Okay okay he’s a 10, but he slaughtered Tanjiro’s entire family,” Wooyoung said so casually that Nicole almost choked on her drink, nearly spitting it out. Mae and San’s eyes turned to the size of saucers. 

“Bitch are you talking about Muzan?” Mae exclaims. Yeosang started laughing seeing everyone's reactions.

“Smash,” Nicole says as she sips her drink. 

“I don’t even know how to respond to that,” Yeosang says, equally as shocked as the rest of the bridal party. The second Wooyoung is about to explain himself, the photographer can be heard running up the stairs.

“She’s ready!!” she squeals as she opens the sliding door, positioning everyone for the big reveal. The five members of your bridal party walk out onto the patio, waiting for you to come out. The second you step out, the camera is clicking and your entire bridal party is in awe. Of course, the cancer gang is already in tears, Yeosang being the gemini he is is holding it together and Wooyoung is cheering you on like he does at your track races. You couldn’t help but laugh even though your eyes were getting misty. After everyone hugged you and swarmed you with compliments, San whispered,

“Let’s get you married”. 

(Groomsmen Cabin)

Mingi stood there fiddling around with his watch as Yunho, his best man, tied his necktie. The other 99 liner beamed as he finished tightening up the red tie, the color matching Mingi’s hair. Jongo stared at his favorite hyung in awe as Seonghwa helped with his tie. Hongjoong had a small vlogging camera, filming b-roll of him and his friends getting ready in the groomsmen's bedroom.

“You ready killer?” Yunho asked as he smoothed out MIngi’s jacket which was also a deep shade of red. Mingi had the brightest blush the boys had ever seen, the first time they found out about how he had been talking to this gorgeous girl for a few weeks and how he had already fallen so hard. 

“I am just so happy right now…” he smiled, just in complete shock and awe that he finally gets to marry you. Hongjoong walked up to Mingi and pinched his cheek, just short of shoving the camera in his face.

“Our Mangi is all grown up!” Hongjoong cooed as Mingi’s gummy smile went on full display. 

“And he’s getting married before any of us!” Yunho stated.

“Hongjoong isn’t too far behind,” Jongo mentioned. Hongjoong grabbed his chest and shook his head. 

“Nooo I’ve already cried twice thinking about Mae walking down the aisle!” He said trying to suck back the moisture that was already building up in his eyes. Mingi laughed as he thought about how that was going to be him in less than 20 minutes.

“We have three cancers in the bridal squad; they're gonna be a mess,” Seonghwa stated. Yunho laughed.

“So will you! We know how you are!” He said, taking a sip of his drink. Seonghwa hid his face in Jongho’s neck as the maknae giggled, patting Seonghwa’s head. 

“It’s gonna be great, hyung,” Jongho said, smiling at the nervous redhead. 

“Are you doing a first look privately or while everyone is there?” asked Hongjoong. Mingi pointed towards the arch.

“We’ll do one privately,” he said, wiping his hands on his pants. “Aish I’m so nervous!” Mingi laughed in anticipation. Right on cue, the photographer came into the room.

“Are you ready to see your bride?” she asked. Mingi bit his knuckles as the guys started squealing like little girls. Your bridesmaids and bridesmen weren’t too far behind her, waiting in the living room. She guided Mingi into the hallway and out the doors, the bridal party hanging back. The photographer wanted to make sure she got the bridal party’s reactions, knowing those pics were definitely going to make her page. Your group hung back as Mingi faced away, looking towards the trees. He waited with anticipation, fiddling with his fingers, already trying not to lose it before even seeing you. You walked out from behind the cabin, your bridal party inside already grabbing tissues. Of course, the cancers were already dabbing at their eyes. You walked up behind Mingi and lightly tapped on his shoulder. His breath hitched, and he let out a shaky breath before turning around. The minute his eyes connected with yours, he bit his lip, trying to prevent the sob that was ripping away at his throat. 

“Oh my god…” he chuckled wetly as he looked you up and down. You smiled doing a little twirl for him, Mingi not able to even hold eye contact with you. He brought his hands up to his face, covering his mouth and nose as he stared at you in awe. Like damn, he was really about to make you his forever. 

“Don’t cry!” you giggle as you try to keep your emotions at bay. He pulled you into a hug, doing his best not to ruin your hair as he held you close.

“You’re so beautiful, you are so…wow…so beautiful, Y/N…” Mingi nearly blubbered into your shoulder. You two held each other for a few more seconds before he pulled away. Wooyoung opened the door they were all staring at and yelled 

“Don’t cry Mangi!!! Your eyes will be puffy!!!” he yelled as his own eyes were misty. Everyone belted out laughing as the photographer caught everything. You bid your extremely temporary goodbyes and your bridal party got with their respected “couples”, and followed behind Mingi, while you hung back. You decided to keep the ceremony small and intimate, surrounded by your best friends, and close family. You absolutely adored how your family and friends got along with his family and friends, it made your day that much more special. Mingi walked up to the beautiful arch that stood out with bright red roses, a beautiful contrast in the green forest. A few friends and family sat down as Mingi walked down the aisle, trying to keep his cool in front of his loved ones. After he stood in his respected spot, your best friends walked down the aisle in pairs, all exchanging smiles with Mingi, the poor redhead getting even more anxious after the 5 pairs of your bridal party stood in their spots. The second everyone stood up and turned around, Mingi all of a sudden found the sky super interesting. Yunho patted his back the second they saw you come around the corner. Mingi blinked as much as he could, as his tears were blurring his vision. Once the tears fell, he could see you clear as day, strolling through the aisle in the most breathtaking dress he had ever seen on you. You smiled seeing the love of your life, giving you the biggest gummy smile you have ever seen. Once you stood before him he mouthed “I love you”, while the officiant let everyone know they could be seated. You handed your bouquet to Mae as the officiant started talking. Mingi wasn’t listening to half the stuff that was being said, he was so lost in your eyes. He came back to the real world when they asked him to read his vows. Mingi took a few shaky breaths before starting.

“Y/N…from the moment I met you, I knew that you were going to be the most important thing in my life. After only a few weeks of knowing you, and Yunho can back me up here, I would not shut up about this beautiful girl I met when we all hung out by the Han river when you and your two best friends were vacationing in Seoul. If it wasn’t for Mae suggesting the three of you two come say hi, I don’t know where we would be, and I don’t want to know, because I can’t imagine my life without you in it,” he said sniffling. You remembered that day. The three of you wanted to take a two-week-long vacation to Seoul because you all dreamed of moving there once you were done with college. On your third day, you were hanging out by the Han River, and you saw 8 crackheads messing around and having fun. They matched your energy and Mae thought it would be fun to at least mingle since you knew no one there. The three of you walked over to say hi, and before you knew it, all eleven of you visited until midnight. They invited you three back to their shared apartment and continued to chat into the early am. Since that day, Mingi hadn’t stopped thinking of you, and vice versa. You two were the first to become a thing, Mae and Hongjoong falling shortly after, and Nicole and Yeosang after half a year. The memory made you tear up.

“Y/N, I promise to love you, cherish you, hype you up when you’re letting loose when we go dancing, and praise you for the goddess that you are–” 

“PERIOD” Mae and Wooyoung shouted at the same time. Everyone busted out laughing. Mingi pulled himself together with the occasional giggle.

“I promise to hold you when you’re tired, to hug you when you cry, to celebrate all of your achievements, to support your dreams, and to be the best husband I can be so you can always be happy. I know love isn’t perfect; I’m sure we will have disagreements, maybe we won’t always see eye to eye, but I promise with all my heart that I will be the man you want me to be,” Mingi finished with a tear sliding down his face. You wiped his cheek with the pad of your thumb, in awe that you’re marrying him. It was then your turn to read your vows.

“Mingi, not a day goes by that I don’t think about where we are now vs. when we first met. The funny thing was that when we met in Seoul, we weren’t looking for love, we were looking for happiness. We found not only that but we found love in each other. We found friendships that we will cherish for the rest of our lives.” The cancers were crying again, poor things.

“I promise to you what I promised you at the beginning of our relationship when we were just friends. I promise to love you for who you are, I promise to be there for you through the good, the bad, and the ugly. I promise to offer a shoulder when you need it. I promise to bring home free coffee after my shift,” you giggle as he chuckles wetly. “Oh and Wooyoung, got you, dude,” you remember as Wooyoung covers his mouth laughing and crying at the same time.

“I promise to be your hype woman every day for the rest of our lives. You chose me for me, and I chose you for all of you. We made such deep promises to each other just as friends, and now these promises follow us into our newfound relationship as husband and wife. Now, let’s do the damn thing,” you said with the widest smile as Mingi mirrored your facial expression. The officiant gave his final “by the power invested in me yadayadayada” spiel, and he pronounced you two as husband and wife.

“Mingi, you may kiss the bride,” he announced proudly, and not a second later, Mingi was dipping you close to the ground, kissing you so deeply and passionately that you almost drowned out all the cheering. You had a super small crowd and a small bridal party, but the sound was booming. You were finally Mr. and Mrs. Song. 

The next few days you were in wanderlust. You two had decided to go on your honeymoon two weeks before the big reception, cause after partying with a bigger crowd, you knew you were going to sleep for 14 hours at least. Your honeymoon was everything you had ever dreamed of. You and Mingi flew to Tuscany, Italy, wanting to go somewhere sort of secluded but with things to do. It was perfect. You spent two weeks going to different vineyards, walking through flower fields, going to different art museums, hitting up nightclubs that were hidden from most tourists (unless you were in your 20s), and spent the most magical two weeks with your husband.

The reception was BEYOND what you expected. Everybody was getting down to your ass-shaking songs, even your older family members. Everyone was throwing it back and dropping it low to some of your favorite songs, your two best girlfriends were being extremely gay on the dance floor, and everyone got to let loose and have fun dancing until people were literally on the verge of fighting over chairs. They were so tired. Your reception was a whole dance party, and it was a celebration of love because there was 110% love all around you. During a slow dance, while your two best girlfriends were dancing with their partners, they all gave you a wink, and you could swear you saw their eyes twinkling. When you looked back at Mingi, he had the same stare with the galaxy dancing in his eyes. You didn’t even know what to say, but he beat you to it.

“Your ass looks bomb as fuck in that dress.”

Okay, thats not actually what he said.

But he was thinking it. *wink*

“You’re all mine?” he asked in amazement. You pulled him in a kissed his lips.

“All yours,” you say with so much sincerity in your voice. He breathed out and kissed you back.

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@felixmainacc @felixburneracc

[machine-unlearning]

I had to explain traditional Western wedding customs to a friend who hadn't heard of it before, and this kind of sounds like dark souls lore.

The ceremony unites the Bride and the Groom in the presence of the Officiant. Each of them have a group of guests, termed the Bride's Party and the Groom's Party. The Bride's Party contains Bridesmaids and Bridesmen and are led by the Maid of Honor. The Groom's Party contains Groomsmen and Groomsmaids, and are led by the Best Man, who safeguards the rings. There will be children in attendance, assigned as Pages, Flower Girls, and the Ring Bearer.

[biggreenneatbox]

Bumbleby Big Bang Post #2

...okay, so full disclosure: this isn't an official second BBB post from me. Clickbait-y title is clickbait, and I do apologise.

We are only supposed to have 1 story entry per person per year, understandably to not overload one's self with too many projects, and not only have I already uploaded on 13th December, but the last post was yesterday, Christmas Eve 2023, by the incredible pugoata.

Even then, this subject was discussed rather at length within the BBB Discord Server little over a month ago, even as a silly little idea a few people threw around. As per the rules of the Big Bang:

"Do not discuss your BBB ideas in the server, or in public, at all"

As this was indeed a BBB idea discussed within the server, it cannot be entered officially as a story.

But from the simple question posed "What would it look like to write a Bees Story from a perspective other than the Bees?", that stupid idea was in my head. And then due to a mental health nosedive, I suddenly had a lot of time on my hands, and a crazy idea in my head to follow through with after that brief talk.

And thus, 3 weeks later, this. Despite waiting until Christmas Day itself to post, it is not itself a festive story. Just wanted to put that out there before expectations were formed.

I held off posting so that everyone could enjoy the fruits of everyone who worked on their BBBs' labour, but now with that buffer out of the way, I'd give you something for the next couple of days worth of binging. I thought I'd also offer out to anyone who wanted to give it a shot:

Any artists who want to draw part of this story - so long as you credit this story as the inspiration, you have my full permission to do so!

So behold, my second (albeit unofficial) story written for this year's BBB:

The Diary of The Bumbleby

"The Diary of The Bumbleby (or: The near comprehensive written chronicle of how basically everyone on Remnant was aware of Yang and Blake's romantic feelings for one another before Yang and Blake themselves were)" - by Weiss Schnee - Chapter 1 - FeugoFox42 - RWBY [Archive of Our Own]

All images were made by me using the website Hero Forge for custom D&D Miniatures, as I cannot really art properly but I wanted there to be something for people to look at that could be thrown together fairly speedily.

There are the rest of images below the cut that should appear in the story (hopefully 🤞), but it does contain minor spoilers within, so proceed with that knowledge at your own discretion.

Yang Calabrone (née Xiao Long)

Blake Calabrone (née Belladonna)

Maid of Honour Ruby Rose, and Best Woman Weiss Schnee

Blake's Bridesmaids: Ilia Amitola, Sun Wukong, and Nora Valkyrie

Yang's Bridesmen: Oscar Pine, Lie Ren Valkyrie, and Jaune Arc

Parents of the Brides: Ghira and Kali Belladonna, and Taiyang Xiao Long

Wedding Officiant and mother of a Bride, Raven Branwen

Ring Bearer Extraordinaire and the Bestest, Fluffiest Boy on the face of Remnant, Zwei

Wedding Stylist and Wedding Photographer respectively: Coco Adel and Velvet Scarlatina

Maître d’: Old Man Shopkeep

Qrow Branwen and Winter Schnee

Guests (in no particular order): Flynt Coal; Neon Katt; Fox Alistair; Neopolitan; Fiona Thyme; May Marigold; Emerald Sustrai

And finally...

...yeah, you're gonna have to read the story to know what the fuck that is about

Please, enjoy this random crack fic, and Merry Christmas!

[formulawolff]

While Lily would 1000% be the maid of honor gg would say fuck to tradition and Alex and George would both be bridesmaids

omg yes they would be “bridesmen” or something like that! 🥹

they would also probably stand behind toto so that they could give gg numerous thumbs up throughout the ceremony

[iam93percentstardust]

@imperialstark had these tags yesterday on a post and, well, gestures vaguely

you can also find this on ao3 here

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1. You are…

They’re young and seventeen and they hate each other. They’ve hated each other since the day Steve came home two years ago to find out that his aunt’s unexpected visit upstate had resulted in her coming home with a dark-haired, sad-eyed boy only a year younger than Steve himself. And perhaps Aunt Peggy had been thinking that Steve’s chronic inability to ignore someone who needed to be taken under his wing would take care of that relationship in a heartbeat, but what she’d forgotten is that Steve doesn’t have a lot of people he calls his who have stuck around. The prospect of having to share his aunt, who’d taken him in after his ma had passed, had been less than appealing to say the least.

The problem had been that Tony hadn’t had a lot of people to call his either, and he’d been just as possessive over his godmother.

The bigger problem is that two years later, Tony is gorgeous and fiery feels really fucking incredible writhing against him when Steve pins him to the closest horizontal (or vertical, he’s not picky) surface.

“Fuck, you’re so annoying,” Steve moans, free hand scrabbling at the box of tissues on the dresser next to them. Aunt Peggy will kill them if they come in their tuxes. They’re supposed to be standing up there with her, the two bridesmen to Uncle Danny’s Daisy and Jemma. They can’t go up there looking like they’ve just had sex, even though they have. It’s bad enough that they’re going to be rumpled, that Tony’s bowtie is hanging loosely from his neck and will almost definitely have to be tied by someone who isn’t Steve because he’ll be too tempted to use it to strangle him. If they show up with stained pants, there won’t even be pieces of them to identify the bodies.

“I’m annoying?” Tony hisses, rolling his body in one long, sinuous line. It brings his cock right into alignment with Steve’s and makes them both moan. “You’re the one coming in here talking about starting over on the right foot or whatever like you think I don’t know you’re the one who put itching powder in my briefs for today.”

Steve blinks, hand freezing between their bodies. Itching powder? He doesn’t know about any—

“Wait, then what are you wearing under there?”

“That’s your question? Not ‘I’m sorry for trying to prank you on our aunt’s fucking wedding day’?”

“I’m not sorry,” Steve mutters, and that isn’t what he meant to say at all. He meant to say that it was almost definitely Bucky’s fault and Clint’s idea and that he hadn’t known they were planning to do something like that, but he’s a little too distracted by finding out what Tony’s wearing under his tux pants, which is—

Blue lace.

He lets out a strangled sound at the sight of Tony’s pretty cock wrapped in ice blue lace. He hadn’t even known that they made lingerie like that for men. Had Nat told him about them? It looks like something she might have worn back when they were dating (back before she realized his hate affair with Tony was always going to trump his love affair with her—high school romances may come and go but high school rivalries are forever).

Before he can think about it, he’s letting go of Tony’s hands so he can shove the lace down under Tony’s balls with one hand and frantically pull his own cock out of his pants with the other. He shoves against Tony once, twice, Tony’s hands scrambling at his shoulders as he’s pushed up onto his tiptoes. He hadn’t known it would be so hot, seeing Tony in lingerie, and now he hopes that Tony always wears them, that Steve always gets to know about that private little thing that’s just for him, that Tony’s his, that Tony’s his, that—

He barely gets the tissue down between them to catch his come when he spills, panting into Tony’s mouth. Tony lets out a shocked little noise of his own and comes only seconds later, cock jerking between them.

Tony’s bowtie is a little sloppy when they meet up with the other bridesmaids since Steve has never had to tie it onto someone else. And Steve’s jacket is a little wrinkled since Tony had dug furrows into it when he came. But Aunt Peggy had looked beautiful, and that’s all that matters (and if Steve couldn’t stop staring at Tony later as he laughed, twirling Aunt Peggy around the dancefloor, well... that's something for just Steve to know).

~

2. …cordially…

They’re twenty-one and standing in a small anteroom in a chapel in Vegas, three minutes after Bucky and Nat tied the knot on a whim. Tony is wearing a pretty purple dress that he’d picked up when he went with Nat to go pick out a wedding dress. Steve is in a cheap suit that nonetheless came with an actual bowtie that he’s since lost because it’s draped around Tony’s neck. They’re standing so close together that only a hand can fit between them.

Tony’s hand, to be exact.

It’s wrapped around both their cocks, stroking them off together with a little twist at the end that has Steve throwing his head back against the wall, gasping with how good it is. They’ve been doing this for four years now, and he doesn’t understand how it just keeps getting better every time.

“You’re so good,” he gasps, voice lilting up into a whine when Tony takes advantage of his bared neck and bites down on the tendon. Tony learned that was an erogenous zone for him last year, sometime right around the time they decided to let go of their hatred (though liking each other is still a long way off) and decided that friends with benefits wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“I know I’m good,” Tony purrs, but Steve hears the hitch in his breathing. Tony likes to be praised, likes to be called Steve’s good boy and told that he’s doing so well for him.

“What, you don’t want to hear you’re the best I’ve ever had?” he teases, and Tony’s hand does something that makes them both groan. The taffeta on his pushed-up dress rubs against Steve's stomach, the scratching a tantalizing contrast to Tony’s hand on his cock, slick with their combined pre-come.

Tony trails kisses up his neck to his ear, takes the lobe between his teeth, and gently tugs. Steve moans again.

“Am I the best you’ve ever had, Steve?” he breathes once he’s let go. “Better than that girl two years ago? Better than your first? Better than Brock?”

“You know you are,” Steve gasps, trying not to think about Brock. That relationship had been a bad idea in a number of ways, but one of the biggest had been that he couldn’t stop hooking up with Tony throughout it.

“Then come for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”

And Steve does.

~

3. …invited to…

They’re twenty-four and hiding in the bathroom outside the newlywedded Hank Pym and Janet van Dyne’s reception. The wedding had been lovely, tasteful and exquisite just as Steve would have expected from Janet for all that he hasn’t known her long. The reception had clearly been catering to her parents, however, because all the food is tiny, the music is slow, and the bar isn’t free.

All it had taken was one smirk from Tony and a strategic loosening of his tie for Steve to follow him into the bathroom and sink to his knees to take Tony into his mouth.

They haven’t done this much recently. There’s been something stirring in Steve’s belly every time he looks at Tony that makes wanting to call him up for a night feel more awkward than it used to. He’s been avoiding thinking about it, but here, on his knees, with Tony’s cock down his throat, he can’t help but picture it: waking up next to Tony tomorrow morning, holding his hand at the movies, chasing after him at one of those obscure theme parks Tony likes to go to every year, and maybe—just maybe—one day it’ll be them at the end of the aisle.

He pulls off of Tony’s cock with a gasp, tears stinging his eyes as he thinks about it. He wants it so bad. He hadn’t even known how bad until this moment, and he can’t have it, Tony would never want it, and—

“Get dinner with me after this,” Tony exhales.

Steve looks up at him, surprised, certain that he hadn’t actually heard what he thought he had. “What?”

“Get dinner with me. Like as a date or whatever.”

So maybe he had heard it right, but—“Romantically?”

“Yes, Steve, romantically. I mean, I—” He stops and looks down at him, biting his lip. They probably look pretty ridiculous with Tony’s dick still hanging out of his pants and Steve’s mouth red and swollen, but there’s no denying the vulnerable look in Tony’s eyes and the way Steve’s heart leaps. “I’ve missed you the last few weeks. And I thought maybe you were… avoiding me for the same reason I was missing you.”

“Yes!” Steve says immediately, too excited to even think about trying to play it cool. “Yeah. I’d—I’d like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says again. And to prove it he dives back onto Tony’s cock, burying his nose in the red silk at the base that’s poking out from his pants. He pulls out all the fancy tricks he’s learned from his years doing this with Tony (he gets to have Tony, and suddenly, he wonders if they’ve been building up to this all along), deepthroating him the way he learned how to do when he was eighteen and trying so hard to find something that Tony hadn’t already learned how to do first (he hadn’t succeeded, but he had managed to last longer than Tony had when he finally got his dick into his tight hole, so he’s always counted that as his victory).

It takes less than a minute for Tony to come and then Steve is shoving his hand in his pants and jerking himself off furiously, heedless of the mess it’ll make. If he knows Tony, they’re going to get drive-through anyway and park somewhere so they can make out in between bites.

…It sounds like the best first date ever.

~

4. …the wedding…

They’re twenty-seven and leaning up against the door to their hotel room a few floors above Pepper and Happy’s reception. Steve can’t help thinking of another reception a few years ago, but that time, he had been the one on his knees, not Tony. Tony’s tie is wrapped around Steve’s wrist, and Steve’s is hanging out of Tony’s pocket, having been exchanged sometime before the speeches.

“I love you,” he says fervently, hands tangled in Tony’s hair as he jerks him up and down his cock. “You’re so beautiful for me, so perfect. All mine, I love you so much.”

Tony whines in that way that means he’s just come, untouched, just from sucking Steve’s cock and hearing his praise. Steve groans and holds Tony’s head still so he can thrust instead, slamming his cock down his throat. Odds are high Tony won’t even be able to talk tomorrow, and if he does, it’ll be in that raspy voice that all their friends know means Steve fucked him good.

“Goddamn, sweetheart, never known anyone as good as you. I love you, I love you, I love you!”

He comes down Tony’s throat, barely remembering to let go so Tony can jerk his head back when it gets to be too much. Come drips onto the carpet, and Steve reminds himself that he’ll need to grab a washcloth later—it wouldn’t be right making the cleaning crew take care of it when he’s more than capable, no matter how nice this hotel is. For right now, though, he sinks onto the floor, picking Tony up so he can cradle him close.

Tony breathes heavily for a long minute and then finally manages to say, voice just as hoarse and fucked out as Steve had been hoping, “Jesus fuck, baby, why do you always have to ruin my pants?”

Steve laughs fondly and kisses his forehead.

Tony bats him away, hands as weak as a kitten. “Yeah, yeah, I love you too,” he grouses, “but if you ruin another pair of suit pants, I’m gonna make you pay for the next one.”

~

5. …of…

They’re twenty-nine and Steve has been heartbroken for three months out of that year. He still remembers that last fight they’d had before Tony had stormed out. He’d told himself that Tony would come back, that they’d make up like they always did, but he hadn’t. And three weeks later, Tony had shown up at Sam and Rhodey’s engagement party with Sunset Bain on his arm and that had been that.

Well.

Not quite that had been that.

There are times when Steve definitely wishes he could get Tony Stark out of his system but that never seems to be when he actually sees him, which is probably why they keep winding up fucking in some out of the way spot. Sam and Rhodey’s wedding isn’t an exception, much as Steve wishes it was since they both brought dates.

They’re supposed to be taking pictures in a few minutes, but instead, they’re back in the groomsmen’s room, clothes strewn across the floor, Tony’s perfect cock splitting him wide open.

“That’s it, baby,” Tony hisses in his ear, bending him further over the chest of drawers. “Tighten up for me, hmm?”

Steve tries, but he feels like he’ll never be tight again, like Tony has fucked him permanently loose. He tries to say that, but all that escapes him is a pathetic groan as Tony’s cock glides across his prostate, lighting him up.

“Do I make you feel good?” Tony whispers, harsh and mocking and cruel. “Do you miss this? Do you think about me every time that pathetic pencil pusher gets his dick in you?”

The worst part is that Tony isn’t even wrong and they both know it. The worst part is that he knows Tony is just as unsatisfied with his pretty little heiress as Steve is with his accountant. The worst part is that if they could just talk about it, they could fix everything, they could both be happy again, but neither of them would ever be willing to swallow their pride long enough to do that.

“Tony,” he whispers, and maybe something of that shows in his voice because Tony drops his forehead to Steve’s shoulder and lets out a harsh sob. His hips don’t stop moving, his cock still thrusts into Steve’s hole like it belongs there (it does, oh god, but it does), but Steve’s shoulder is damp now and he doesn’t think it’s just from sweat.

“Does he make you feel like this?” Tony says, so softly Steve almost doesn’t hear it over the sound of their bodies moving together. He gets his hand around Steve’s cock and strokes once—twice—a third time. “Does he make you feel like he loves you?”

And Steve wants to tell him no, that only Tony has ever made him feel like this, but he’s coming against the drawers, pleasure whiting his mind out. And by the time he’s come back to himself, Tony is long gone.

~

6. …Tony Stark and Emma Frost

They’re thirty-one and they haven’t seen each other even once since Rhodey and Sam’s wedding. Tony opened up a new SI facility in Malibu, and Steve has been staying in New York, working as a curator at MOMA, which he would love more if it didn’t remind him of Tony coaching him through the interview process by fucking his brains out every time he made it past a round. Truth be told, Steve had started to think that they were never going to see each other again, but then he’d found out from one of the other curators that they were closing the museum early for a night for the wedding of the century: Tony Stark and Emma Frost.

And he’d suddenly realized that this was his last chance.

So he’s here now, uninvited and unexpected, in the small gallery they’d set aside for Tony to get dressed in. Their pants are around their ankles, shirts unbuttoned, ties loose. Tony’s hands are pressed against the wall, Steve pressed against his back, and his cock has found its home again inside Tony’s body.

He keeps the words locked behind his teeth—I love you—and asks instead, “Does she make you feel like this?” It’s only once he’s asked it that he realizes it’s what Tony asked him two years earlier.

Tony must remember it too because his breath hitches and then he’s shoving back against Steve. For a moment, Steve wonders if he’s gone too far—if they’ve lost their chance, if Tony really does love her like he’s never loved Steve—but then Tony turns around, stepping out of his pants entirely.

“I want to see you,” he pleads, looping his hands around Steve’s neck.

And Steve—

Steve is helpless to ignore that voice. He gets his hands under Tony’s ass and lifts, pinning him back against the wall before he slides Tony back down onto his cock. Tony throws his head back and moans, the sound echoing off the walls so loudly that Steve worries someone’s going to come looking for them.

“She doesn’t, Steve,” Tony cries, voice catching on a particularly hard thrust. “It’s only you. Always you.”

Steve sobs and quickens his pace, trying to lay the last claim he’ll ever get to have on Tony. Tony is getting married. He isn’t Steve’s anymore, but this—this last moment between them, they’ll always have this. This will always belong to them—to him. He kisses him, grieving and desperate and scared. They haven’t seen each other in so long; after today, there won’t be any more excuses. Tony will be Emma’s, and Steve? Steve will go back to his lonely apartment and think bitterly on what they used to have.

“Run away with me,” he pleads, pressing the words into the soft skin of Tony’s throat. “Run away with me, sweetheart. Let’s go far away where no one will think to look for us. We can get married, have ten kids—”

Tony comes, crying out his pleasure. He tightens around Steve, pushing him over the edge too, and it’s too soon, they didn’t have enough time, they’ll never have enough time, but all too soon, he’s setting Tony back on his feet and helping him get dressed. He’ll look a little messy, and part of Steve is pleased about that, that Emma will always wonder what her husband got up to before their wedding. The rest of them is trying to pick up the pieces of his broken heart.

“Steve,” Tony says quietly.

He doesn’t turn around. He can’t. It had been hard enough seeing Tony in his wedding suit when he’d first walked in. It’ll shatter him if he has to see him now.

“Steve. Look at me please?”

But he’s never been able to resist a request from Tony.

Tony looks nervous, hesitant, in a way that he hadn’t when Steve had walked in. He visibly swallows, dark brown eyes meeting Steve’s. “Ask me again?”

Ask him—“What?”

“Please. Ask me… what you said. At the end. Ask me again?”

Hope starts to unfurl in Steve’s chest. Barely able to breathe, he asks, “Run away with me?”

Tony swallows again and then offers him a small, sweet smile. “Yes.”

[zoeydoe]

I’m trying to write a PerfectDolls wedding scene. I do not know how gay weddings work and to be honest I’m too lazy to look it up SO:

1: Should I put Penny in a suit and Ocean in a dress or vice versa, or have them both in dresses? 

2: Constance is obviously Ocean’s maid of honor, but would Penny have one too or could she have a best man? Also would there just be a shit ton of bridesmaids or would someone have bridesmen? 

3: Is it, uh, ethical, to make Mischa the flower boy for shits and giggles?