#but I saw the groom crying when the bride came down the aisle

[occasionallyprosie]

After 5.9 hours of prep, thirteen months of planning, and six-plus years of dating, it finally happened

My big sister just got married, I won't share names but please share in our pure joy and happiness for the absolutely stunning bride and groom. Love won years ago but it finally got to celebrate it tonight, at the most beautiful wedding to ever be held.

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

I'll come pick it up after, the end

John Egan X Female! Reader

Sumarry: It's finally their wedding day...

Warning: Historical inaccuracies/ full/ might not be accurate to real weeding speech in the 40s/ use of Y/n/

Word count: 1,2k

The day had finally come, their wedding day. She was nervous, but she was able to go to London to buy a wedding dress, with Daisy and Elodie. Her dress was simple, it stopped before her ankles and it had long sleeves. She didn’t want an extravagant wedding dress, they were getting married on the base, they weren’t Catholics, but the priest on the base was going to marry them, so it’ll be legit. She’d ask Crosby to walk her down the aisle, Buck was the best men, Elodie was the maid of honor and Meatball was going to carry the rings, with the two kids guiding him. Her hair was down, she didn’t have a veil, just a dress and heels.

He was nervous, but he was really happy. He was marring his girl. ‘’You ready for this?’’ Buck asked, coming in the room. ‘’Yeah, I’m nervous, but it’s my girl, I can’t wait to marry her’’ He sign. ‘’Let’s go its time.’’ Corporal says, as he enters the room. ‘’Thanks, Corporal’’ Bucky says. ‘’She’s a good girl, I’m happy for you, Major’’ he says. ‘’I appreciate it, Corporal, thank you.’’ They entered the room, soldiers were sat, some were still arriving. Nurses were there too, almost all the men and woman on the base were there. The priest was waiting for him at the altar. ‘’Who thought we would see Bucky tie the knot?’’ Lieutenant Dye said, even if he went home because he did 25 missions, he came back to see his friend get married. ‘’Yeah, well you did steal my previous girl, I had to find another one’’ he laughed. Right now, he couldn’t even think about Lil, the only woman that mattered to him was his future wife. When Bucky commented about their previous relationship, she bent her head down, ashamed. ‘’Don’t worry, Lil, he’s the better choice for you. I’m happy for your guys’’ He reassured her. Dye smiled to the groom and took the hand of his lady. Lil smiled and took a relived breath.

Once again, she was pacing around the room, Meatball following her with his head. Harry Crosby came in the room, smiling. ‘’Are you ready?’’ he asked. ‘’I feel like I’m going to throw up.’’ ‘’I know that feeling, but don’t worry I can recommend you to an amazing doctor’’ Crosby smiled, she laughed, it calmed her down a little. She didn’t even know why she was nervous, they both loved each other, but she was nervous. ‘’I’m really happy for you. You deserve happiness, Y/n, you both do.’’ They both hugged. ‘’You’re my best friend, Croz, thank you for everything you did for me’’ She whispered in his ear. ‘’Now, don’t make me cry.’’ They chuckled as Daisy came to get them. ‘’It’s time’’ she simply said.

When the band started to play music, Bucky’s heart stopped; she was coming. He turned around to look at his girl. She was magnificent, her dress was simple, but it was made for her. After all, they didn’t have much time to plan their wedding and their budget was small. Harry Crosby was walking her, he was grateful for him, he took care of her when he wasn’t there. When she saw him in his uniform, she started to smile like she never did before, she’d saw him in his uniform before, but he looks wonderful. When Harry and Y/n reached the groom, Crosby wanted to say something. Normally, her father would’ve give her to John, but Harry needed to say words to him. ‘’Take good care of her, just like she took care of you. Y/n smiled, hearing the word his best friend said to her future husband.

When Meatball came down the aisle, with the two boys, the soldiers chuckled. Everyone on the base knew that Y/n and Meatball came as a pair, they were together all the time. When she worked at the hospital, Meatball was there too, he made soldiers smile. The two boys handed the rings to the bride and groom. They recited the vow that the priest asked them too. It was beautiful, making them promise to each other that they will love the other, no matter what. It said that they would always be there for the other and stuff that made some people cry. When it was time for their personal vows, Y/n decided to go first. ‘’Bucky, my love, when I first met you, I thought you were going to be just another soldier that crossed my path. I was clearly wrong because, I’m now in a white dress in front of you. I did not just fell in love with you, I feel in love with your smile, your humor, your qualities and your flaws. I fell in love with each version of you, the one you show when you’re with your friends, the person you are when we are alone, the person that you’re too scared to show me, but did before you trusted me, and I also fell in love with the pilot version of you. Words aren’t enough to tell you how much you mean to me, but I’m so happy that Meatball came to me that day, so I could meet my soulmate’’ She cried, they were happy tears. Bucky was crying too, he didn’t care if some soldiers thought he was weak, that was the most beautiful thing he ever heard. ‘’My darling, my forever, I feel like the luckiest men on earth, because I get to be your husband. When things were rough, I think about you. Your smile, your laugh, your beautiful eyes and your voice. I’m not as talented with words as you are, but I can tell you this, it’s so hard for me to put our love into words, because I love you in ways, I have never loved anyone else, but I promise that I will spend the rest of my life, searching for them. I love you, my darling.’’ If the crowd didn’t cry to Y/n’s speech, they cried at Bucky’s. Even the priest was about to cry. ‘’ In the sight of God and these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride.’’

They didn’t have to be told twice, their kiss was full of love and passion. It celebrated their love and said all the words they couldn’t find. The crowd applauded and congratulated the newly weds. ‘’I love you Mrs. Egan’’ Bucky said, looking at his wife. ‘’I love you more, Mr. Egan’’ she smiled.

After the celebration, and almost 4 songs that Bucky insisted on singing, they both pack all their things. Because has a weeding gift, the Corporal gave Bucky the right to go home. After all, he was at 23 missions, he was close to 25. And Y/n made Elodie the chief nurse, because the Corporal also gave her the right to go home. They were going home, they both couldn’t believe it, but it was the case. A smaller plane, that was made for traveling, was waiting for them on the runway. The newly weds were going back home on the same plane as Lieutenant Dye. They hugged their friends, Y/n gave Buck and Croz the phone number at Bucky’s home. That’s where they would live until they could afford a home. When they boarded the plane, they were euphoric. ‘’Can you actually believe we’re going home?’’ Y/n whispered. He shook his head. ‘’The only thing I believe right now, is the fact that you’re my wife, and my ribs are healed’’ he chuckled. She giggled when the decide to steel his watch, putting it in her bra. ‘’Come and pick it up after the flight’’ she teased with a huge smile. It was the beginning of their life together, and they would savor each second, they had together, because they both knew how easily life can change. But it wasn’t on their mind right now. The only thing on Bucky’s mind, was to pick up his watch, just like he did the first time.

A/n: It's the end y'all!!! Thank you for reading this story. I already have more ideas, for other stuff. Love you all :)

[themultifandomgal]

Isaiah Jesus- We’re Getting Married

When I told my brothers that Isaiah and I were getting married, they were not happy. I am the youngest Shelby, as Arthur puts it 'our baby sister'. Thankfully though my brothers came around and now here I stand smoothing down my dress as Esme places my vail in my hair

"You look beautiful YN" Lizzie gushes

"Thank you, but so do you both" I look at Esme and Lizzie through the mirror in front of me

"Ready?"

"Yeah" I smile turning around to Lizzie

"I'll go let Arthur know" she says leaving the room. A few minutes later Arthur knocks the door with his hand over his eyes

"We're all decent you can come in" I tell him. He takes his hand away and I can already see the tears in his eyes "don't cry because you'll make me cry"

"I'm sorry. It's just... my baby sister is getting married"

"Ok no smudging the makeup" Esme says stopping both me and Arthur from crying

"I think Isaiah is waiting" Lizzie places her hands on her hips

"Your right. Come on" Arthur holds his arm out for me to take.

As I wait for the doors to open to reveal Isaiah I start fidgeting

"Don't be nervous"

"I'm not. I'm excited. I love him Arthur"

"I know you do" finally the doors open and in walk Lizzie and Tom, then Esme and John. Then in walk my bridesmaids and finally Arthur walks me to Isaiah who's stood at the end of the aisle looks so freaking good. I notice he's got a tear running down his smiling face which cause me to cry a little. Arthur gives Isaiah my hand then kisses my cheek before taking his seat next to the rest of my family

"Welcome" the priest starts "today we are here to witness the marriage and bond between YN and Isaiah. Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do"

"I do" we both respond

"Before we start. Is there anyone here who has reason that these two should not marry?" Thankfully neither Isaiah or I have to be nervous about anyone standing up "since it is your intention to enter the covenant of Holy Matrimony, join your right hands, and declare your consent before God and his Church" Isaiah and I hold hands

"I, take you , to be my wife. I promise to be faithful to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honor you all the days of my life" Isaiah says looking into my eyes. I repeat what he says

"May the Lord in his kindness strengthen the consent you have declared before the Church and graciously bring to fulfillment his blessings within you. What God has joined, let no one put asunder. May the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, the God of Jacob, the God who joined together our first parents in paradise, strength and bless in Christ the consent you have declared before the Church, so that what God joins together, no one may put asunder. receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the father, and the son, and the Holy Spirit. Who has the rings?" The priest asks. Charlie steps forward with both of our rings. Isaiah then takes my left hand

"Receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the father, and the son, and the Holy Spirit" he then places the ring on my finger. I repeat

"Now let us humbly invoke God's blessing upon this bride and groom, that in his kindness he may favor with his help those on whom he has bestowed the Sacrament of Matrimony. In the sight of God and these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss" the room is filled with applause while Isaiah and I share a kiss.

It's now the after party at the Garrison and I've changed into something a little more comfortable so I can dance in. Isaiah and I had our first dance then Arthur clears his throat

"Can I have everyone's attention" I take Isaias hand in mine "I'd like to raise a toast to my sister and now brother in-law. Now when you first starting courting I wasn't happy" this makes us all laugh "in all seriousness though, I saw the way YN looked at you and the way you looked at her. It's a love that can't be ignored. I can't wait to see where life takes you both, but no babies yet I'm still not recovered from this wedding" again this makes everyone laugh "to YN and Isaiah"

"To YN and Isaiah" everyone shouts before we all take a sip of the champagne. I turn to my now husband and look up at him

"I love you"

"I love you too" he leans down and kisses my lips.

[jinnie-ret]

ep.3: the first weddings

ratings: fluff

warnings: mentions of ADHD, alcohol

running time: 2k words

summary: the first two weddings are under way, how will the oldest and youngest grooms of our singles react when they meet their wives for the first time?

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C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍

We put these two together because they both have such open hearts, yet they seek acceptance. They'd be a great pairing because they can give that to each other. Without even meeting each other there is so much love to be given, I can't wait to see how this one goes.

"Oh wow, Rori... you look stunning," Aurora's best friend Isabelle gasped as she saw the red head do a little spin in her white gown. The dress rested off the shoulder, a daring plunging neckline accompanied by a sheer quality to the dress as it flowed downwards, flowers cascading across the skirt of it.

"Thanks Belle," Aurora hugged her best friend tightly, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, careful not to smudge her light pink lipstick. She went for a glowy natural look, which made her fair skin stand out even more in contrast to her bold hair colour. "Lu, what do you think?" she saw her younger sister, Luna, barely able to hold back her tears.

"I-i..." Luna trailed off, not knowing what to say as she stared at her gorgeous older sister.

"Aw, don't go soft on me now, Lu, you never cry," Aurora held her hands gently.

"I'm just so proud of how far you've come, it's so nice to see you happy again, full of life," Luna spoke sincerely. She had seen what her sister went through and couldn't bare for her to be in that dark place ever again.

"Bless you, come here," Aurora cuddled her, before pulling away, "wait where's Oliver?"

"Your mum's looking after him, don't worry," Isabelle reassured the bride, all of them chattering in the dressing room before guests began to arrive.

C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍

"You got this hyung!" Lucas, Chan's younger brother and best man ruffled his hair. Despite their big age gap, it was the younger than inherited the height genes, so he had no trouble looking down at the groom and teasing him.

"Aish! Stop, stop," Chan giggled, trying to adjust his hair but giving up, as his dad stepped in and did his best to help out.

"We're all so proud of you, Channie, I know we weren't sure of this experiment at first, but you've got to go with your gut, ok? Whoever walks down that aisle-" Chan's dad began speaking, before Chan cut him off, having already had this speech/pep talk a lot of times.

"-deserves all the love I can give. And I deserve the same back. I know, dad, I know," Chan smiled and nodded, looking in the mirror to see one strand of his black hair flying loose but it actually looked quite good, in his opinion.

C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍

Soon, more and more guests pulled up to the venue, your classic church. It was tall in stature, and had beautifully presented stained glass windows not only seen from the outside, but from the inside too from where you sat. People filled the seats on both sides, white flowers lining the edges of the pews. The guests whispered excitedly as they heard the first pair of footsteps confidently walk down the aisle.

From Chan's side of the church, he saw his mother and sister, Hannah, for the first time that day, and they were smiling at him encouragingly. His mum did seem quite emotional too at the same time. As he turned to his bride's family, he gave a friendly wave and a smile.

"Hi, I'm Chan," he grinned, a lot of women sat near the front especially, one lady in particular who he assumed was the mother of his bride returned his actions, warmth and approval in her smile.

Then came the next sets of footsteps.

Arm linked through her father's arm, Aurora, kept a big smile on her face yet took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She was excited, sure, but she needed to make sure it stayed that way. She wouldn't let herself talk her way out of this one.

The Bahng family muttered amongst themselves, Aurora blushing lightly as she heard lots of 'wows' and some gaps too.

Time stopped when the couple's eyes first met. Her ginger hair drew in Chan immediately, her chocolate brown eyes, rich and smooth in colour. Aurora smiled at him brightly as she stood opposite him, nose scrunching up as she did so, half in disbelief at how handsome Chan was and that she was about to marry him. His black hair gelled to one side, one strand elegantly astray. What nearly made her laugh was the way his mouth was hung open slightly, cheeks sucked in by the smallest amount and showing off his dimples.

"Well, hi," Chan laughed breaking the silence. Both families watched on with smiles, happy with who their relative had been paired with.

"Is this real?" Aurora laughed and shook Chan's hands in her own as they both let their nerves slip away.

"I think so-" Chan went to nod back at her, before a small, young boy came running out of the aisle, and tugged on Aurora's dress.

"Mummy! Mummy!"

J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍

Now this pairing will certainly be interesting, I can't wait to see how this dynamic plays out. Dallas has a lot of energy and has been open about her ADHD and needing a calm presence with her, and Jeongin is exactly that. He knows what he wants in a relationship and he wants to do all the cute dating stuff, he wants to experience love again, this could really tick all of Dallas' boxes.

"I don't know why I'm so nervous all of a sudden," Dallas had her leg jolting up and down, her mum gently holding her hands to stop her from wanting to bite her nails.

"Calm down baby, you look great, you are great and your husband will be great too, yeah?" her mum tried to reassure her.

Just then the makeup artist came back to redo some eyeliner after Dallas had been so shaky and fidgety that it had smudged across the side of her face earlier on.

"Come on, baby, deep breaths, yeah? He's gonna love you, that's what marriage is all about. You may not be doing it the conventional way but that love won't chance, he'll be a lucky man," Dallas' mum calmed her down further, holding onto her daughter's shoulders from behind as the makeup artist got to work. Her hands gently traced circles into the lace details at the top.

J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍

"Ahhhh!" Jeongin whined throwing his body weight back into the chair as he realised what he had just done. Having a glass of wine before walking the aisle was his idea, yes, but maybe he shouldn't have drank a glass of red when he has his white shirt on. There was bound to be something going wrong.

"Bro... Aish what are you like? Good thing I brought a spare shirt for you," Jeongin's older brother pulled him out of his seat and shoved the fresh shirt in his arms. "Now, get dressed, better yet, finish that glass before you out the new shirt on, you're so clumsy," he chuckled.

And Jeongin nodded, laughing along too. He slipped his stained shirt off and quickly downed the rest of his glass, pulling a satisfied smile after as he shrugged on his new shirt and buttoned it up quickly.

"You're a lifesaver, hyung," Jeongin sighed in relief, relaxing back into his original chair.

"I know," his older brother smirked.

"Yah!"

J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍

The venue Jeongin and Dallas got married at was stunning. There were fairy lights all lit up under a huge, white gazebo. It was pitched up next to another one which everyone could only assume was for their fine dining later on in the day. There was a clear path up the aisle, and as each person arrived and took their seats, they found a small gift in the mini bouquets prepared by the bride herself, Dallas. What better way to show a piece of who she is from the very start?

Once Jeongin had made it up the aisle, he was stood nervously, unable to make eye contact with Dallas' family and he could only clasp his hands together tightly and stare down at his shiny shoes. Her family didn't mind though, they could tell he was sweet and had kind intentions.

Dallas began to walk up the aisle, doing such a great job on her own until she stumbled a bit, managing to catch her balance but feeling bashful as she covered her cheeks.

"They're perfect for each other," Jeongin's older brother laughed under his breath as he observed that his sister in law was clumsy as well.

The two singles grinned shyly as they made eye contact, and Jeongin grinned widely, eyes starry.

Dallas on the other hand was trying to hold back her words from tumbling out, she had just met him and already had so much to say.

"Oh wow, you're gorgeous," Jeongin however, was the first one to get his words out, making Dallas follow immediately after she made a cute squeaky sound.

"Ah, wow, umm, thank you, you too," she blushed and bounced on her toes excitedly.

C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍 C.A 🤍

It was now time for the vows, and back at the church, it was a tense moment, Aurora going pale as she didn't quite know when she was going to bring up the fact she had a son, and now, that had been done for her. She saw the way Chan's eyes widened and she debates running out of the venue. That was until Chan crouched down.

"Hi little one," he grinned as Aurora's son peeked round the side of her dress and waved shyly at Chan.

"That's Oliver," Aurora said shakily, and Chan could see she was nervous and knew exactly why, squeezing her hands.

"It's ok, it won't change anything, ok?" Chan calmed her down, making Aurora feel relieved as she nodded feeling reassured, and she picked Oliver up, gave him a kiss on the head and sent him off to sit with his grandmother, her mum.

The priest made sure everyone was listening before getting the pair to read out their vows.

"I promise to support you and be by your side in every moment of our future together. I promise to be the support you may need throughout our lives in sickness and in health, through thick and thin. I will give you my all, as long as you give me all of you too, because that's all I could ever ask for," Chan sweetly said his vowels, speaking the traditional words after as he placed a ring on Aurora's finger.

"Before in my life, I've found it hard to trust the right person, but I come here with open arms, hoping you'll be the reason I won't have to worry anymore. I want to be that person for you too. I've already got one boy to take care of, and he's very important to me," Aurora paused gesturing to her son with a wave before continuing, "so I hope you have space in your heart for the two of us, just like we've already made some room for you."

J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍 J.D 🤍

Back in the gazebo, Dallas couldn't help but request to speak first.

"Ok, so, umm, I promise that if you're around me, I'll always try to make you smile. Even though sometimes I may be a lot to handle, I will authentically be myself around you. If you're struggling through hard times, I will be there for you, with my happiness, my care, and hopefully my love," Dallas quickly shoved away the piece of paper she read from back into her dress, and placed a ring onto Jeongin's finger.

"I'll do my very best to be the husband you've always wanted, and I hope that I can make you happy. We've only just met each other, but from here on out, I will take care of you, and stay by your side, and you'll have me fighting in your corner all of the time," Jeongin promised Dallas, before slipping the other ring onto her finger.

C.A 🤍 J.D 🤍 C.A 🤍 J.D 🤍 C.A 🤍 J.D 🤍

You may now kiss the bride.

Aurora and Chan had gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before sharing a sweet kiss, lasting a couple of seconds. Jeongin and Dallas, however, had been more shy despite their excitement, and quickly picked each other on the lips and looked away with smiles on their faces.

These pairs are a match made in heaven. How long will they last together in the experiment?

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[stuckyhahaha]

Haha Daeron and Joffrey eloped. Everyone’s reactions?

I think they’ll be too drunk to find out at the wedding night 🤣and they saw the note Daeron so thoughtfully left because he knew that their family might not notice their absence two days later.

Note:

Dear my dearest family.

I am writing this to you in case no one noticed our present is not currently in the keep anymore, I know none of you will find out until the servant brought you this note, I know you all so well I am not even disappointed.

I hope the joy from my brother’s wedding will keep you in peaceful and sane mind when you read this.

Me and our beloved nephew Joffrey are decided to get married somewhere I don’t know, no wedding feast, no wedding gown, no family, no tradition, probably no ungodly aisle too.

Maybe there will not be any Arbor red or gold to drink, maybe there won’t be a grand hall for gentlemen and ladies to dance, maybe there will be no guess but strangers who speak in foreign languages and a sept too drunk too to pray.

As long as we have each other.

Isn’t this the most romantic thing ever came out from Joffrey’s mind?

From the happiest groom and bride to be:

Daeron the daring

Joffrey the crazy the lovely

People in red keep:

***

Alicent, cry and ripped the note: oh seven, why none of my sons can do things normal?

Rhaenyra, sighs: well I am not complaining, but at least they can tell me beforehand.

Daemon, smirking : haha good for them, the daring and the crazy indeed.

Rhaenyra, hugging Alicent tight and snapped Daemon in the back: you are tasked to inform everyone else husband.

Daemon, annoyed: 🙄 yea yea.

***

Daemon: Joff and Daeron eloped.

Luke, very sleepy: what who did what?

Aemond: no nothing important, go back to bed.(slapped the door at Daemon’s face)

***

Daemon: Joff and Daeron eloped.

Jace: huh?

Aegon, staring at Jace: oh wifey?

Jace: don’t even think about it, we have a child you stupid!

Aegon: well bring her there too!

***

Daemon: Joff and Daeron eloped.

Corlys: well good for… wait a minute, is that mean I can’t walk Joffrey down the aisle? Oh you little traitor!

Rhaenys: you can still walk and cry for your granddaughters.

Daemon: once again your granddaughters have a father alive and well!

***

Daemon: Joff and Daeron eloped.

Daemon: wait Viserys it’s not funny anymore when you fake a heart attack.

Daemon: oh shit you not faking it! Maester! MAESTER!

***

Daemon: Joff and Daeron eloped.

Baela: yea we know, anything new?

Deamon: huh?

Rhaena: who do you think to inspire Joff at the first place?😎

Joff and Daeron, in Pentos, too drunk to fuck on their wedding night and the night after.

Joff: don’t let them find out about this.

Daeron: yea just keep them thinking we are cool and romantic in this trip, not just drunk and puke all the time in random places 😵‍💫

[butterfly87676]

“the night we met”

the sky was beautiful and everyone in three bridges was standing at the main waiting for the bride and groom meanwhile Rick was standing there happily as the guests walked by and congratulated him for his daughter Cordelia wedding and he watched everyone was here and nodded his head to captain crow as he was all the way down there and he nodded him back of course.

“Father!!.” Mia walked toward him with her blue gown dress with her curly hair into a bun with a small pin.

“Yes?. What’s wrong?” But as he was talking Mia quickly grabbed his arm and take him inside one house where Cordelia is and Amber and miles was there and was standing outside the door. “Why you lot doing here?. The wedding is about to start soon?.”

“we want you to see Cordelia.” Said Amber and miles open the door and came Cordelia walked out wearing her wedding dress with less fabric and he hair bun with braids and few daisy and blue flowers in her hair and Rick look at her in a proudly way.

“oh my?…Cordelia you look…” he look at her down and up. “You don’t like it. It’s okay cause I was—.” Rick immediately cut her off. “No no no. I love it… it’s just.” He sighed and covered his face with his hand and sniff and Mia give him a napkin to wipe off his tears. “Thank you.”

“well what are waiting for?.” Said Amber as the others walking out and head to the ceremony. “Rick wait.” Cordelia called him.

“yeah?.” He turned around. “Thank you…for everything.” She smiled softly as she holding her bouquet. “The day you found me in the sea. You were the only person I was with through out my life…even though you lie to me, hiding behind my back and not telling the truth about my real parents…but you did all that to protect me and you love me…it was not real parents. My real parents are you. My real family is you guys.” She say all out with her encourage as Rick was surprised by her words. “Rick…dad…would you do me the honor to walk me down the aisle?.”

Without hesitation Rick immediately hug her tightly but try his best to not ruined her makeup or dress before Mia or Amber killed him. “Yes I will do the honors.” He wipe his tears before he reaches his arm out for her and she did as her arm wrapped around his and walked outside.

The music started and everyone watched them walking down to the aisle as Amber watched them and was in tears as Sarah was beside her as her hand on her shoulder to calm her and Mai watched her sister walking down through out their journey together they finally found love and happiness as her husband put his hands on her shoulders and kiss her cheeks to love and comfort.

as Rick walks her down everything pause for him and he look over at his family and seeing his wife young and then Mia a young beautiful and then miles a young lad who still making trouble and then looked at course Cordelia who little and young when he first time finding her and raising her but then he snapped out of it and looked around again and everything was normal he sighed softly and then finally made it. He finally let her go but before he can leave Cordelia kiss on the cheek and Rick gently patted her on her hand and then patted Jacob shoulder before squeezing it.

“hurt her and I kill you.” He looked at him coldly and threatened him. Cordelia rolled her eyes as Rick walked away before standing next to his wife as he watched the ceremony started he looked over and froze when he saw his unalive kids Isabel and Chris and they both smiled softly and nodded at their father and Rick closing his eyes they were gone. He smiled softly as tears rose down from his eye and smiled and looked at three his kids and he knew they going to live a great…life.

—-the end—-

(damm i was crying while writing this 😭😭 but I hope you enjoy this is a little ocs I made for my sea beast 😅)

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𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝟤 - 𝖯𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗂 𝖦𝗈𝗇𝗓𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗓 🌸

hope you like part 2, thank you for reading my imagines! 💖

 forgive me if there are any spelling mistakes

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pov: where y/n and Pedri are groomsmen but don't get along very well.

pov y/n

The wedding day arrived, the most important part of the maid of honor mission had arrived, after 3 months helping Sira to plan every detail, it was time for everything to happen. I forced myself to talk more with Pedri after we became a couple, because we had to see if the clothes matched, rehearse the entrance with the other groomsmen and look more like friends than enemies.

We were all ready, I went to say goodbye to Sira, who was obviously going to be late

-Friend, you are beautiful, you look like a princess, I am proud of you! I came here to tell you that everything is going to be amazing, I can't wait to see you enter the church. I'm just going to say this, otherwise I'm going to cry. - I said laughing.

-Oh friend, I just have to thank you for everything, you helped me so much, you were with me all this time, you deserve the world!

-I love you, Sira, I would do it all again! I have to go now, see you there - I hug her. We said goodbye and I went to the church with the other godmothers.

Arriving there I see all the godparents in front along with the guests and the groom. I greet Ferran and go to the godparents to find Pedri.

-I thought I was going to arrive with the bride. - Pedri provokes.

-Don't start, Gonzalez. - he shrugs.

-Until they managed to make you look friendlier with this makeup. - he starts again.

-Pedri, please, if you're not going to say something useful, keep quiet.

-You're boring, I'm even wearing the tie you chose and forced me to buy.

-At least you did it right, it turned out better than the one you had chosen, it wouldn't match.

-Oh, it wouldn't match - he imitates me.

I take advantage of the fact that he is enjoying my face and hold his face with both hands, then squeeze his cheek, he is embarrassed because he did not expect it.

"Are you crazy, (y/n)?" - he says rubbing his cheek.

-No, it's just that I thought: who knows, maybe he'll stop teasing me.

-I think you wanted to kiss me, but you didn't have the courage.

-Of course not, you must be wanting it, after all, talk about it directly.

-Wow look at you, looking like a cute couple from a movie, with matching clothes - Gavi teases. Pedri seems to be blushing and looks at him with an ugly face.

-Why don't you try the groom ein Gavi- Pedri tells him.

-It's just that with you it's more fun, after all you are funny together, fighting like cats and dogs.

-Then stop talking nonsense, Gavira, Pedri and I don't look like a cute couple. - I told him he shrugged.

Soon it was time to go in and all the godfathers and godmothers were positioned, when it was my turn and Pedri's, I had to hook myself on him, I was dying to run out of there, but not that bad and I have to admit he was handsome man walking down the aisle in a suit. Oops, I said too much! We went to the side and sat down, Pedri didn't take his arm out of mine, so I said:

-Hey, can you let go of my arm right now, you know?

-What if I don't want to? - he looks at me with his typical challenging smile.

- I'm not going to argue in a church, Pedro, don't start.

-but I'm just not going to let go of your arm, I don't want to argue.

-Oh, whatever. Just behave ok?

-Of course, I always behave myself, dear.

Sira came in after we'd waited a while, and she was beautiful, I looked at her and thought: you know getting married can be nice, with someone who looks at you as if you were the most precious being in the world, that's how Ferran looked at her and I wished one day that I had a man who would do the same when he saw me, I even shed a few tears, but I covered it up, after all I couldn't smudge my makeup, but Pedri saw it and when he opened his mouth he knew shit was going to come:

- Oh, you're crying.

-Be quiet, idiot, I don't want them to see.

"Come here." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and hugged me.

- are you crazy?

-No, I got sentimental now watching you cry.- He looks at me with a sideways smile.

The ceremony was over and I still didn't understand why Pedri hugged me, he just teases me all the time, maybe weddings mess with him. After the church we went to the party, it was a huge hall full of white flowers, it looked like a scene from a princess movie. We sat at the groomsmen's table, Pedri and I, and on my other side, Gavi. After dinner, all the waltz formalities of the bride and groom and tributes, the dance floor was open, all the people at our table went dancing, it was only me and Pedri.

-Why don't you go dancing, Pedri?

-Why do not you go?

-not into it.

-Oh, of course, because you want to stay close to me, right?

-nothing to see.

- Then go dance.

-You go, if you're bothered.

- I'm not in the mood, better stay here annoying you.

-Aff, I'm going to take a walk outside to recover my patience. - I say and go outside, where there was a beautiful garden.

I sit and listen to the music playing inside, close my eyes and enjoy the nice breeze that was there. With my eyes still closed I feel someone approaching, I already knew who it was, impossible for him to let go of my foot so easily.

-What are you doing out here, Pedro?

-How did you know it was me? - I open my eyes and look with a sarcastic face.

-You can't stand being away from me.

-Oh stop, I just don't want to be alone. - he looks away, standing beside me and looking at the beautiful night.

-I know, go find some girl for you to kiss, go. -He looks at me with raised eyebrows.

-What it was? you always get the girls at most parties. - I keep.

-That's a lie and you know it. - he laughs.

-Ahem, of course it is, I'm not silly, Pedro. - I laugh too

-And if it were true, are you jealous? 

- Not at all, get out. - I look away.

-Ahem, I know, but do you want to know why I'm out here with you and not in there kissing someone? - he says and I shrug, for him to continue.

-Because the only girl I want to kiss is right here beside me. - As soon as I heard it I was stunned, looking away from him, I couldn't believe what he said.

-Stop kidding, Pedri. - I can only make this sentence.

-I'm not kidding, and I'm not even drunk, why do you think I like to tease you?

-Because you're silly. - I laugh and so does he- Just kidding. You can explain. 

-I like to get your attention, maybe you like that- he smiles, a genuine smile, I knew how to differentiate their smiles, because I had already observed a lot.

- I thought you'd never notice me like that. - I say and he smiles.

-How could I not, you are incredible and I like to see you irritated with what I say. - We both laughed.

-I don't know what to say, Pedri, but I think we could be enemies to lovers, don't you think? - we laughed

-we could, sure. He smiles at me and I at him. We looked at each other for a few minutes, eye to eye, and when I realized it, we kissed, a calm kiss that seemed surreal to me and him.

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Can't Love You in the Dark || Doctor Strange x reader

Word count: 4K Genre: ANGST, ANGST, ANGST, sad ending Warning: References to Multiverse of Madness (Wedding but its yours and Stephen's), Bridgeton Wedding Scene Inspired, description of panic attack. Brief Story Summary: It's you and Stephen's wedding day, a groomsman overheards Stephen's conversation with Christine and tells you. Everything goes south from there. Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else A/N: Angst anyone? Inspired by Adele's song 'Love in the Dark' Edwina and Anthony's wedding, and from a youtube comment I found while listening to classical music.

"My little girl, oh you look beautiful." Your mother said, with tears of joy in her eyes as she carefully placed a family heirloom tiara over the crown of your head, “It was like only yesterday when you would beg me to try this on and now it’s yours.”  

You looked over at your mother with a wide, cheerful smile and said, “Oh Mom, don’t cry or you’ll make me cry.” You hugged your mother’s side, who gently dabbed her cheeks.

Today, your life will change forever, today you seal the bond of lifelong love and commitment with your future husband. You’ve dreamt of this day ever since you were little, you would always be the bride and your cousin would always play the groom, two little girls who dream of finding the one when they grow up.

Your cousin, Diane, passes a box of tissues to your mother, “Here— before we all start crying if the bride does cry.” She winked at you. Diane looked at you and fixed your flyaway baby hairs, “Stephen’s a very lucky man, I swear if I don’t see a tear in his eye when you walk down the aisle, I’ll reset everything until he does.”

Everyone in the room laughed, except you, who just smiled. You counted your bridesmaids and noticed you were missing one, Christine. 

“Where’s Christine?” You asked the rest of your friends.

“Oh she went out to go to the bathroom a few minutes ago, she’ll be back.” Katie answered, and not long after, Christine walked in, looking a bit stupefied and puzzled since everyone was looking at her when she walked in. 

“Why’s everyone looking at me?” She asked out of curiosity, feeling a bit uncomfortable that all eyes were on her and sluggishly sat down on the sofa beside the girls.

“Oh nothing, we were just wondering where you were.” You shrugged and smiled at her. It was hard to keep that smile stitched on your lips, especially when you know Stephen is in the same building. 

“I just went to the bathroom.” She explained, her head wobbling.

A soft knock on the door was followed by the loving voice of Stephen’s mother, who came from behind the door, “Knock, knock, may we come in?” 

“Ah, the in-laws are here. I’ll get the door, honey.” Your father brushed his hand over your shoulder and opened the door, allowing Stephen's parents in.

Beverly Strange gasped when she saw your reflection in the mirror, covering her mouth as she walked towards you with her husband, Eugene, “Look at you. Aren’t you just as pretty as a magnolia in May.” 

“You do.” Eugene added with a nod, he was a respectable man with a few words.

Your parents, especially your father, whom you took the most after, smiled proudly.

“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Strange.” You shifted your eyes down shyly.

“Oh darling, please call us Mom and Dad, you’ll be joining our little family soon.” Beverly waved her hands dismissively.

“How’s Stephen?” Your father changed the subject, your ears perked up since you’ve been dying to know what he’s been up to since  you haven’t seen him for twenty-four hours.

“Oh you know, he’s acting like he’s got a worm in his bottom, couldn’t stay still. It’s good that you haven’t left your room, (Y/N), because he’s been going out on walks. ” Beverly widened her eyes and shook her head at her son’s behaviour. 

You pressed your lips together and nodded, ‘There was definitely a chance—No. Stop overthinking, they’re just friends, she’s in a relationship with Charlie, and you’re the one getting married to Stephen.” 

Your father laughed, a laugh that came from his belly, which brought you out of your trance, “I could relate to that—as long as he doesn’t get cold feet!” 

Diane chuckled at the way your father related maybe a bit too much to Stephen. She noticed your sunken mood and nudged your shoulders, whispering, “You good?”

“Yeah, never better.” You lied.

"Alright, we'd better get going before Stephen comes back to his room, we just wanted to check on the beautiful bride. We’ll see you later, honey.” Beverly and Eugene waved goodbye as they exited through the door. You heard Beverly gushing over you as they left.

Before your father could close the door, Leon, one of Stephen’s groomsmen and a former colleague in Metro-General Hospital, burst in, almost hitting your dad with the door, “Oh— Jesus.” 

“OH! I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t realise you were there,” Leon apologised, then checked to see if he was alright. 

“Leon, what are you doing? You shouldn’t be here.” You told him wide-eyed.

“I need to speak with you,” He looked around the room, “In private, if that’s possible.” You noticed his eyes flickered quickly at Christine, who was looking away from the man, her lips pressed together.

Your eyes panned across the room as your guests waited for you to give them permission or not, “Sure.” 

With that, everyone got up and left the room in a line, Leon squeezed past the guests and sat on the sofa, looking like he'd been itching for a while to say something. You swivelled your chair to face the man who seemed to be working out how to start.

“What do you want to talk about?” You asked.

“Um, so– (Y/N), Stephen is one of my best mates, I really respect him as Doctor and as a man. You and Christine are my greatest friends as well–” Leon began, trying hard not to jumble his words.

“Just tell me what I don't know, Leon.” You politely cut him off and the man sighed, opening his mouth but no words seemed to be coming out.

“First of all, I don’t want to over-step a line. I’m clearly risking a lot of my friendships here, but I think it’s safe to say that if you’re left in the dark, it’s very unfair for you.” His gaze remained on the ground, but he glanced up at you as soon as he finished speaking. 

When he mentioned Stephen and Christine in the same sentence, your jaw clenched and you could feel your pulse beginning to rise. You didn’t say anything and just waited for him to continue. You were afraid to open your mouth, in case you might say something you couldn’t take back.

“I was looking for Stephen, since he’s been wandering. He’s very nervous, you see, and I understand that, I was the same when I got married but-” 

There it was, the one word you dreaded to hear, but.

“—But as I almost turned the corner, I found Stephen and Christine having a conversation. I thought nothing of it, I knew they remained friends, after you know— Anyway, I don’t know what came over me, I chose to stay and listen.”

Leon stepped back behind the wall as he eavesdropped on Stephen and Christine’s conversation. His brows furrowed while trying hard to hear that the couple were talking about.

“We shouldn’t be having this conversation, Stephen, it’s your wedding day for crying out loud. This is very disrespectful to (Y/N).” Christine yelled in a whisper, looking around from time to time.

“I know, but I just need to get this off my chest—” Stephen paused and held Christine’s hand lightly, “I never stopped caring about what we had and there are times I wish it would’ve been different but in order to protect you, I must make sacrifices.”

Leon furrowed his eyebrows, feeling absolutely gobsmacked by what he was hearing from his former colleague, "Stephen, you absolute doughnut.” He whispered to himself.

Christine closed her eyes and shook her head, “Jesus Stephen— What we had? It was never going to work. You always had to be the one holding the knife, and I respected that, but I couldn’t love you for it. Now, (Y/N), she loves you very much regardless. Do you know how much it will hurt her if she finds out you still feel this way?”

Stephen clenched his jaw because she was right, “I know.”

“I’m really happy with Charlie, Stephen. And you’re getting married to an angel who loves you unconditionally, don’t do this to her, and for the love of god, open your eyes. You need to be up front with her about what you're hiding. This isn’t good enough to wait until now, ” Christine paused and sighed, trying to recollect her thoughts, “Are you happy with her?”

“Yes.” Stephen answered without hesitation, “I love her, I’d do anything for her, but at the same time, I feel like there’s something miss–” 

Christine cut him off and gave Stephen stern advice, “This is where you need to reconsider going through with this wedding, Stephen, it’s selfish and unfair if you think marrying her will solve your personal issues— I have to go, this is making me sick.” Christine chose to leave, but turned around when she noticed Leon lurking behind the corner eavesdropping on their conversation. She shook her head at him as if she was instructing him to back off and let Stephen figure out what he needed to do.

You listened seriously to Leon's account of what he witnessed. You gave no indication of the feelings you were experiencing with your face, but on the inside, you were a roaring hurricane.

“I appreciate you telling me about this, Leon, and I know that you meant this with good intentions, but I think you should’ve left it for Stephen to tell me.” You responded with an unnatural level of composure, yet despite this, Leon's hair on the back of his neck stood on edge.

“I’m sorry, I just— I had a feeling he wasn’t going to tell you.” Leon reasoned in a low voice.

“If Stephen needed to tell Christine that, to get it out of his chest, then so be it. I wasn’t born yesterday, I could see it in his eyes that he still cares.” You confessed to your friend. You were experiencing such a wide range of feelings that you weren't sure which ones to express first. It's likely that the embarrassment you felt in front of Leon, was the one that affected you the most. It was the day of your wedding, and your future husband was busy venting to his ex-girlfriend about how he felt about her.

“(Y/N), it’s time.” The event manager firmly knocked on the door and then entered and was a bit surprised to have found Leon there with you, “Sir, you need to get to the wedding hall now.” She instructed, and Leon stood up instantly, leaving the room looking very concerned. As soon as Diane saw the emotions on both your faces, she immediately realised something was wrong.

•••

You were unable to stop fidgeting as you stood behind closed doors. You felt a surge of anxiety sweep over you from the apex of your heart down to your toes. Your parents were beginning to worry about you due to the fact that your whole aura had shifted ever since Leon walked in and spoke to you.

“Honey, what’s wrong? You’re restless. ” Your mother took you by the arms and squeezed them gently, trying to soothe you. 

“What did your friend say to you? You seem detached ever since.” Your father studied your sullen face and when you didn’t answer, he pulled you into a hug, “Whatever it is, just know that we’re here for you okay love?” 

You nodded and spoke quietly, “I’m just feeling nervous, that’s all. Don’t worry.” You told a white lie to not worry your parents further.

Your mother and father took their positions beside you as the pianist began playing your entrance song. You were now the centre of everyone’s attention, white rose petals fell from the ceiling as you made your way down the aisle with your parents. You found Stephen standing handsomely and waiting for you on the other side, you had the illusion that time was moving more slowly as you kept direct eye contact from behind your veil. There tears were beginning to spring from his eyes, but that little seed of doubt in you wondered if they were for you. He smiled at you, but you couldn't put a smile on your face since you were absorbed in your feelings and thoughts.

Your father's eyes became reddened as you reached the altar as a result of the tears he had been crying, especially now that he had to hand you over to Stephen. Before taking a seat, he extended a shoulder pat to the other person and then gave him a short hug, after which your mother offered him her handkerchief.

The wedding officiant stood between you and Stephen, reading the opening lines by welcoming your friends and family. The officiant’s voice began to sound like a blur; you couldn’t pay much attention as you found it hard to keep yourself out of your trance-like state.

You raised your eyes to look at Stephen, but when you did, you noticed that he wasn't fixating his eyes on you. You momentarily diverted your eyes to Leon, who was wearing a disappointed frown and avoiding eye contact with you. It was unmistakable who Stephen was staring at intently over your shoulder, so there was no need for you to turn around to find out for yourself. Your eyes traveled down his wrist and also noticed that he wore that god damn watch.

As the raging tempest inside you became more intense, you had to exert more effort to breathe. You tighten your grip on the flower bouquet in your hand, and the skin on your knuckles begins to turn white as you struggle to maintain your calm compusure in front of your friends and family.

“Do you Stephen Vincent Strange take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto her for as long as you both shall live?” The officiant asked Stephen. 

As soon as the officiant had finished asking the question, Stephen's gaze quickly darted towards you, “I do.”

The officiant turned to you and began asking the same question. You felt your mouth become dry as the pounding of your heart became too intense for your liking, your breathing became laboured as you tried to breathe in air breath after breath; the air felt empty of oxygen and you started to feel dizzy. As you began to feel as if the walls were closing in on you, your eyesight started to get hazy.– 

You had not spoken to the officiant for more than 10 seconds, and from the viewpoint of the guest, you were simply gazing straight ahead as though you were in a trance.

Your family watched you with complete alarm and felt the need to rush up to you and give you a hug, but they were unable to do so, “C’mon baby, say something.” your Dad whispered under his breath.

“Ms. (L/N)?” The officiant called your name, which grabbed your attention. Your head whipped towards him with a gasp for air like you’d been pulled out of water, “Do you take Mr. Stephen Strange to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

“I…” Your voice drifted off as you swept your gaze over the room, which was packed with visitors waiting for your response. You cast your gaze across to Stephen, who seemed to be in the greatest distress possible, “I...”

“Do.” Stephen mouthed the word towards you.

“I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” You threw away your bouquet and lifted the layers of lace as you sprinted down the aisle of the wedding hall. The train of your dress scraped the ground as you fled out of there, which left Stephen and the rest of the guests feeling astounded.

“Stephen! What are you doing just standing there? Go after her!” Beverly scolded her son out of his state of shock and Stephen sprinted past your family, who were also on their way to get you.

•••

You found yourself in the safety of your bridal room and began pacing. You couldn’t believe you just ran out and left Stephen hanging in front of the altar. You heard the door crash and lock behind you, and when you turned around, you saw Stephen gasping for air with his face reddened and an expression that made it apparent he was not pleased.

His long strides approached you quicker than you’d like, and he held your cheeks in his hand, “Why?” Stephen intended to ask more, but that was the only thing that his mouth allowed him to say.

You pushed away and stepped back, “Don’t come any closer.” You extend your arm out to prevent him from entering your comfort zone.

“Okay, I won’t.” He stood his ground and gave you what you wanted, “But can you at least explain what just happened?”

Your were trying to find the words but your erratic breathing made it difficult to utter a word, “Why don’t you explain it to me, Stephen? Why were your eyes on someone else and why are you wearing that fucking watch?” You glared at him and the watch.

Stephen became self-aware and covered the watch with his hand and sighed heavily, “I’ve been meaning to tell you, I just didn’t know how, when or where to start.”

“I’ll start for you, I’m not dumb, okay Stephen? I know you and Christine had history and you still cared for her, but putting your attention on her and wearing that watch on our  wedding day? I mean, as if it wasn't bad enough that you were pouring your secret feelings for Chrstine behind my back. But I had to find out about it from Leon, who couldn't wait to throw it in my face, mind you. I was so humiliated.” You started it for him, you hated the fact that you were soft-spoken, you wanted to scream at him so badly.

“Leon told you—” Stephen sighed some more, “(Y/N), I love and care for Christine as a friend, why would I be standing in that altar if I felt otherwise?” 

“You can get married to someone just to fill the void and be in love with someone else Stephen, it happens more often than you think, I just couldn’t believe that it was going to happen to me.” You gave a very tiny inclination to your head, and the pace of your words sped up a little bit.

“Christ, clearly Leon misunderstood everything he had heard!” 

“Liar.” You called him out, Stephen blinked, trying his best not to lose his temper, “This was nothing more than an attempt to please your ego, wasn’t it?”

“What?” Stephen scowled at you, his hands now resting on his waist.

You looked at any part of the room but him, “I mean, you didn't even have the courtesy to fix your fucking issues before diving into a new relationship? This entire honesty charade has fooled me, and I'm ashamed to admit it.  Just leave, the sight of you sickens me to the core.” 

“I’m not going to leave until we sort this out.” Stephen replied hard and firm, there was a rumble in his voice that slightly scared you.

“I don’t want to work it out! I admit it okay? You got me good! So take your little trophy, add me to your collection of sad failed relationships, and get out of my life!” You mockingly told Stephen, building a facade around yourself that you don’t care if he walks away.

“So that’s it? You’re going to give up? The years we’ve been together mean nothing to you? You’re just going to throw away everything we've been through, all our memories together, all because of some hearsay?!” “Oh please, don’t act like you’re the fucking saint when you’re the one who’s had the most shortcomings between us and you don’t deserve all the chances you got.” “I am not acting like a fucking saint, I don’t understand why you’re acting all jealous and possessive now when I’m getting married to you!”

Stephen’s voice gradually got louder as he also got lost in his desperation to save what was left. Both of you were shouting over each other, wanting to be heard, until you drew the final straw.

“It’s because you always chose her!” You spat out as loud as you could, Stephen remained quiet, “When things get tough, you choose to lean on her, everytime she comes around, you run to her without hesitation. You are nothing more than a sad and pathetic excuse for a man, Stephen. That’s why I want you to leave.” When you said those harsh remarks, you had tears streaming down your cheeks and anger and resentment coating your voice as it flowed out of your throat to make those statements.

“But–” He was taken aback by the way you were now reacting towards him, “You promised that we would stay together no matter what, don’t you remember?”

“I remember clearly, but I think you’re forgetting that you made the same promise to me too. You left me hanging not once, not twice, multiple times, every time she needed something from you. You keep leaving me in the dark.” You clenched your jaw as memories of you spending nights alone when you needed him came flooding in.

Stephen lowered his head and understood at that moment that you were being very serious and that you were, in fact, furious. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off.

“Yes, we promised to be there for each other, but as far as I’m concerned, I did an excellent job at fulfilling my word, so don’t you dare, have the audacity to say that I am not keeping my promise to you, no, you’ve disguised your promise as wanting me just when it is convenient for you and I am not going to give you the benefit of that anymore!” You responded by huffing and trying to recover your breath, looking at him directly in the eyes this time.

“I am not going to let myself remain ignorant in order to keep the promise that I made since it has no significance to you. You won't be able to use me in any way you see fit, because I won't let you. You already know how I'm worth so much more than that!” You poured all your pent up emotions on him, all your frustrations on his shortcomings that you chose to throw over your head because you love him. You made your way past his paralyzed body and towards the door, which you eventually unlocked in order to let yourself free.

Before you could turn the knob, he spoke, “Don’t you dare walk through that door, I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling my whole life in the way I feel when I’m with you.”

Hearing him say that was a punch in the gut, your hands trembled, wanting to close the door and hug him, you inhaled a wet gasp and allowed tears to fall freely from your eyes, “Know that despite all this, I love you, Good bye Stephen.” 

You left him alone and closed the door softly behind you, leaving Stephen a completely hollowed man, he knew pain like an old friend, but what he was feeling at this moment was pain beyond what he could comprehend. •••

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the story of us

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

genre: angst

note: this is lowkey inspired by a tv commercial that i suddenly remembered lmao please beware of my shitty writing i wrote this in an hour bc i can't get it out of my mind and i did not proofread anymore so i'm v sorry if there are errors! i'll try to fix them when i feel like doing so hehe but i hope you guys will still like this one! reblogs are appreciated! ♡

When Jean saw you standing at the end of the aisle, he was totally out of breath, mesmerized at the sight of a beautiful bride. You looked like an angel that came down from the heavens above. He has always pictured you like this, walking down the aisle in a pretty white gown with a bouquet in your hands. You looked absolutely elegant, he couldn’t help but stare in admiration. In fact, everyone in the venue was captivated by you. He literally has always dreamed about this moment. But now that it's finally right in front of him, he couldn't believe his eyes. How can someone look so beautiful?

The man couldn't supress the tears in his eyes as he watched you take every step, getting closer and closer to the altar, slightly turning your head to give a shy smile to everyone who came to the ceremony.

When you saw Jean, you slowed down a little, your eyes locking with his glossy ones. You couldn't help but also shed a tear seeing him. It felt like everything came to a halt for a moment. Like everyone in the chapel froze in their positions, the organ music paused, literally the whole world stopped the second your eyes met.

Seeing you up close was different. If Jean felt like he was out of breath earlier, he feels like he could die right now. He could literally feel the rapid beating of his heart for an angel is currently right in front of him, looking into his eyes. God, even if the veil was covering your face, he could still see those angelic features of yours that he loved so much. Looking at you right now takes him back to the first time he saw you back when you were both still high school students. He immediately fell in love that time and now, it feels like he's falling again, but even harder this time.

He could also see the tears falling from your eyes down to your cheeks as you mouthed him a "Thank you" with a soft smile. He wanted to wipe those tears away because you shouldn't be crying today. A bride should only be happy on her wedding day. Despite the urge to cup your cheek and wipe the tear staining your beautiful face, Jean could only give you back a gentle smile.

It may have only been a few seconds, but that moment felt like a lifetime for you and Jean.

When you walked past him to meet your groom at the altar while he only stood frozen at his spot, it felt like he was being stabbed repeatedly in the chest. Underneath the smile he gave you was sorrow. He wouldn't deny that it hurt. It was devastating to watch the woman he loved and still loves for so long being married to a man that isn't him. Nevertheless, he wishes you all the best.

This is exactly what's in Jean's dreams. Everything is literally what he has always dreamed about for God knows how long, except in his dreams, the man you were marrying was him. The man who stood beside you at the altar was him and no one else.

His dream of spending his whole life with you was shattered completely, but that doesn't matter anymore. He only wishes that the man you will soon call your husband will take good care of you the way he would if he was given the chance. He wishes that he'll never make you cry and will only bring you joy for the rest of your life. He wishes that he will give you all the love and respect that a wonderful woman like you truly deserves.

If only the timing was right, Jean will do his best and do those things for you, as a husband should. However, time and the universe were against your love. No matter how hard you two fought for it, maybe it wasn't just enough. Hopefully in another universe, you two were able to make it, because in this universe, maybe you and Jean really weren't meant for one another.

Although your relationship came to an end, Jean believed that maybe it was just the end of a chapter, that your love story is to be continued. After all, you both were still very good friends, and that's why you've invited him to your wedding. Your purpose wasn't to spite him, of course. Jean knows that. You weren't aware that he still has romantic feelings for you up to this day so he knows that it's entirely his fault for believing that there's still hope for your love. But now that you will be starting a new chapter with someone else and he doesn't have any plans to ruin that, he realizes that this really is the end of your story.

Though he is certain that you will always have a very special place in his heart, Jean thinks that maybe it's time for him to close the book. Though he didn't like the ending, it's something he should learn to accept even if it takes a lot of time.

Perhaps it's finally time for him to move on to another story with the happy ending he had always longed for.

[idy-ll-ique]

One And Only.

Pairing: Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: s*x

Requested: nope

Summary: Their marriage is for business purposes only but they fall in love. Until Y/N starts having a doubt... does Steve Rogers have a mistress? It's all a misunderstanding...

Author's Note: Hiya peeps, iw!Steve in this one. Enjoy!

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"Hey, you doing okay?" Y/N turned away from the mirror and smiled at Natasha and Wanda. "As well as a bride could be minutes before her wedding," she jabbed, making the ladies chuckle. "It's going to be fine, Y/N, Steve will treat you well. We've been friends with him for years, one thing we know about him is that he never treats women wrong."

"I don't doubt that, it's just that— I met him a week ago. One time. I don't even know him, anything about him, other than the fact that he leads the most feared crime gang in the entire country," Y/N muttered, tugging at the sapphire necklace she was wearing. Something blue. "You will get to know him soon enough, though. Come on now, everyone is waiting."

Her father stood outside the door, a soft smile on his face. "You look lovely, honey," he cooed, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as the two ladies sauntered past them into the Hall with their partners. "Thank you, papa." The two people walked into the Hall and everyone stood up to greet the bride. At the end of the aisle stood Steve, tall and proud, a huge smile on his face.

Y/N couldn't help but smile back. As soon as she reached near him her father let go, but not before pressing a kiss to her cheek. Steve took her hand and brought it to his lips when she stood in front of him. The priest standing next to them began his usual recitations; Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today… Y/N didn't really pay attention to his speech.

She was busy staring at Steve, who looked magnificent in an all black suit, his dirty blond hair and full beard making her feel all sorts of things. His smile softened a bit, also not listening to the priest. He was observing her. It was supposed to be purely transactional, the marriage, but he knew it wasn't gonna end like one. It would be a proper marriage.

Happily married.

She looked wonderful. He met her a week ago; a bit wary at the concept of merging two mobs by marriage but the moment he saw her, he knew he had to have her. She was his, no one else's. The two quickly exchanged their vows as the ring bearers came forward with the rings. The bride and the groom took the rings with smiles and turned to face each other.

"Steve Rogers, do you take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?" The priest turned to Steve expectantly.

"I do," Steve spoke, loud and clear, as he slipped the ring on Y/N's finger. Y/N had to admit, she felt a bit giddy when those words left his mouth.

"Y/N Y/L/N, do you take Steve Rogers to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?" Y/N smiled shyly at Steve. "I do."

Steve grinned widely when she neatly placed the ring on his finger. "You may now kiss the bride." And the whole room erupted into stentorian cheering as Steve gathered his wife in his arms, pressing his lips to hers in a deep kiss. Only when he heard a wolf-whistle coming from the crowd did Steve stop, pulling away to look at his out-of-breath wife.

"Mrs Rogers," he spoke fondly and she giggled. "Mr Rogers," she teased as they turned to the crowd, Y/N clutching Steve's arm as they smiled widely. Not many people had attended the impromptu wedding; just Steve's close friends and Y/N's father. Her bridesmaids were Natasha and Sharon, with Wanda being her maid-of-honor.

Steve's groomsmen were Sam and Tony, with Bucky being his best man. "Well, the first dance goes to the bride and her father, I'd say," Clint called out, already helping himself to a bottle of beer as music started playing. Steve reluctantly handed his wife over to her father, bidding her with a sweet kiss on her cheek.

"I hope you know why I had to do this, honey," her father sighed as they danced in the middle of the Hall. "I know, papa. Don't feel bad, I think I'm starting to like Steve. He seems friendly enough and Nat and Wan told me he's good to women." Her dad chuckled. "Well, he doesn't have the label of promiscuity that other leaders do." He was right.

Steve Rogers never really had time for dating, too busy leading the salient mafia. Also, the thought of having women just for a night or two didn't sit right with him, so he never went in that direction. "Can I have this dance now?" As soon as the song changed Steve appeared on her side, holding his hand out. She smiled and took his hand.

He easily slid an arm around her waist as the music slowed. One hand around her waist and the other holding her hand in classic ballroom dancing position, he pulled her closer. She rested her head on his chest, the arm which was around his neck lowering to his middle. "I'll treat you well," Steve whispered as they languidly swayed in the middle of the room.

"I know. If it's not much, um, I think I'd like to take things slow…" she hinted, hoping he'd notice. And he did. "Of course, of course, we can do that. I don't want to make you uncomfortable in any way," he assured her. "Thank you, Mr Rogers," she mumbled. "My pleasure, Mrs Rogers." The rest of the ceremony was enjoyable to say the least.

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10 months had passed since the wedding.

Steve and Y/N were still taking things slow, against their own wishes.

It was a misunderstanding.

They loved each other; they really did, but they couldn't bring themselves to say the words to the other. Steve was purposely not making the first move, in fear that his wife would think he was rushing things. Y/N, on the other hand, had started severely doubting herself because 10 months have passed, does he not want to be with me anymore?

She was expecting him to make the first move, and he was expecting her to give him the permission first. It was annoying, to say the least. They were still friendly with each other, so Steve didn't pay much attention to the anxiety his wife was feeling. Y/N was beside herself with worry that had increased tenfold since... well, 15 minutes ago. She had overheard a conversation.

"So, how's Smith treating ya?"

"Same old, ya know. He has like 3 bitches as mistresses, thinks I don't know about 'em. Which mob man doesn't have a mistress in today's world, ha?"

"Preach, sister. I'd think even Rogers has one, heard somewhere that he and his little wife haven't even consummated their marriage. Probably doesn't even wanna be with her, he did marry her for the business."

"Mmhm, I agree. What about you, Lin?"

"Oh, Danny? Probably out there sleeping with Denise."

She didn't mean to eavesdrop on their personal conversation, but she couldn't help it. Mistress? She was familiar with the term, but what she was not familiar with was the fact that nearly all married mobsters had one. And when they mentioned Steve, she was done for. Crying, she had gone back to her room, collapsing on the bed, sobbing.

In her crying state, she failed to notice Steve also in the room as she raked her brain, thinking about all the times Steve had come home from work. He had given her no reason to believe that he had another woman, but what if he was just that good at hiding it? "Sweetheart? My love, why are you crying?" The bed dipped next to her.

Steve had just stepped out of the shower when his wife had thrown the door of their shared suite open, falling on the bed with a nerve-wracking sob. Why was she crying? "S-Steve…" she stammered and he pulled her on his lap, rocking her back and forth, getting her to calm down. It worked as Y/N's heart rate slowed down.

"Y/N, tell me, what happened? Who hurt you, tell me their names." Steve suddenly saw red at the prospect of someone hurting his wife. "N-No one hurt me, I just… I accidentally overheard a conversation I shouldn't have and—" She trailed off when her breath hitched. Steve soothingly rubbed her back, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

"What were they talking about?"

"Mistresses. One of the ladies said that nearly all mob men had mistresses and I— We haven't even consummated our marriage, haven't done anything besides kissing so I just thought— Do you have a mistress?" Her question shocked him. Him? Keeping a mistress when he had a wife he was head-over-heels for? "My darling, I love you."

She looked up at his words. "You do?" she mumbled, taking a deep breath. "Of course I do. The only reason I didn't say anything was because you told me, on the day of our wedding, that you wanted to take things slow. Before doing something, I needed your permission and that's why I haven't made a move on you." Y/N felt very silly all of a sudden.

"I'm so sorry for accusing you—"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Don't apologize to me, princess. Come here." He hugged her tightly, cradling the back of her head as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. "Do you know how many of my colleagues have asked me the same question?" She gently shook her head. "One too many. Do you know what I say to them each time?"

"No…"

"I say, why would I have a mistress when my wife makes me the happiest person on the planet? Why would I have a mistress when my wife is an angel personified? You guys are just jealous that she's mine and not yours." Y/N's skin burnt at his praise and she burrowed closer to him. "Steve," she muttered bashfully and felt him chuckle underneath her.

"Will you allow me to show you just how much I love you?"

"Yes."

He gently lowered her on the bed and hovered above her, one large hand coming to rest on her cheek. Then he made quick work of their clothes until they were bare in front of each other; Steve's eyes went wide with awe when he saw her body. "You are perfect," he declared, his warm hands grabbing every bit of skin it came in contact with as his lips touched her neck.

Y/N mewled underneath him when he shamelessly groped both her breasts, groaning. "So perfect. So beautiful. Only mine, my one and only," he whispered, pressing his lips to hers in a chaste kiss as he felt his shaft harden. "I love you," she blurted out as one of his hands found her core, his fingers scissoring her open, getting her ready for penetration.

"I love you too, my sweet," he smiled at her before lining his shaft against her core. He pushed in inch-by-inch, giving her some time to adjust to his size. He was bigger than anyone she had previously been with, much bigger. Y/N bit her lip to stifle a moan as he bottomed out inside her, grunting. "None of that," he rasped, "I want to hear you."

Y/N groaned when he lazily rotated his hips, not holding back, just like he asked. "That's it, baby girl. Just like that." He sped up inside her, grabbing the headboard of the bed, each snap of his hips sending waves of pleasure washing over Y/N. "Oh, Steve," she whimpered, her hands balling into fists around the bedsheets she was clutching, moving weightlessly against him.

"Are you close, my dear?" he growled when her walls clenched around him. She meekly nodded, throwing her head back as she tried to hold in. "Only one moment, love, I'm close too." His thrusts soon got sloppier. "Cum with me," he ground out before letting go, shooting his load inside her. Y/N came just moments later, her arms wrapping around Steve's shoulders when he slumped on her.

"There we go, our marriage is sealed," he joked and she laughed tiredly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Steve rolled off of her, smiling gently when he saw her drifting in and out of consciousness. "Go to sleep, I'm right here. I'll take care of you." He got up and walked to the closet, taking out a spare towel. Running it under some hot water, he sat next to her and cleaned her up.

Then he cleaned himself up, put on a pair of pyjama pants and lay down next to his sleeping wife, an automatic smile blooming on his face. He'd dreamed that their first time would be unforgettable, and it was, but he also wished it was… longer. God knew he was an insatiable man; but he also didn't want to pressure the woman he had grown to love.

There's always a next time, anyway.

"Sleep tight, my dear."

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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

[iwadori]

When they leave you on your wedding day (Sakusa, Bokuto)

Genre: angst

Word count: 1.7K

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Sakusa’s will make more sense if you read this you don’t have too but it’ll help.

Sakusa:

“Y/N,” you hear knocks on the door outside your dressing room “I-I need to talk to you.”    

“But Omi, a groom must never see their bride until they meet at the alter,” you say behind the door.

“I-It’s important, and I must tell you right now.” he says a bit more intensely

“Okay, Okay... you can come in but im hiding in the closet since my dress is already on.”

“Ok.”

You hear the door open and shut, and a lot of pacing around of what you can presume was his fresh wedding shoes trotting against the hard wood floors.

“Omi,” you call wondering why he hasn’t spoken yet “Is everything okay?”

“Umm yes I-it's fine...it just I-” he says pausing

“Just what?”

“I don’t really know how to say this Y/N, I don’t really know how to say it’s just-” he says again pausing himself taking a deep breath.

“Just what Omi? Don’t tell me you’ve got cold feet love,” you say laughing at the thought of it, but your laughter ceased when you don’t hear the ‘Of course I don’t have cold feet Y/N’ that you were expecting.

“Omi?” you asked again, hoping he had he was still going to give you the response you wanted.

“Omi..” you repeated.

“Omi!” you say finally, now exiting the room (with your wedding dress on) to see why your fiance was not responding.  

To your shock, Omi was sitting down on a couch with his face in his hands with soft sobs coming from his mouth and runny tears and snot coming from his eyes and nose. “Omi whats wrong?” you say loudly, alerting him,

“Y/N you look beautiful!” he says sniffling.

“Omi you were meant to say that at the alter, but now that your crying forget about the dress... what’s wrong?” you say sitting down next to him.

“I don’t know how to say this...” he starts, looking away from you  

“Say what? Omi look at me...” you say feeling anxious  

“We...We can’t get married today,” he says still with his eyes off you.

“What do you mean, we can’t get married.” you ask but you get no answer,

“Omi answer me,”

“Say something please!” you say turning his body so that he’s facing you, his eyes are all puffy and bloodshot from the crying and now tears are filling yours “What do you mean Omi,”

“Remember Ex’s name?” he says confusing you cause what did she have to do with anything.

“Yes I remember her, I remember vividly being the girl you cheated on her with after you claimed you were ‘breaking up with her’ so I had to tell her.” you scoff “so yes, I definitely remember Y/N, what about her?”

“We recently umm how can I say this,” he says struggling for words “reconnected... and I do truly miss her and she’s made me rethink some things, see some things...”

“And those things are?”

“I’ve always loved her, she’s always been my one. The one.” he says smiling a bit at the thought of her making you feel sick.

“But Omi what about us? What about the wedding that’s going to happen in less than an hour?”

“Im sorry Y/N I’ll tell everyone what has happened.”

“I don’t want you to do that, I want you to marry me.” you say desparetly “please Omi, why her? Why now..”

“It’s always been her, and you’ve known that.” he says standing up “The day you told her about our ONE NIGHT stand, was the day that I thought I couldn’t live on, but when you came and accepted the pathetic mess I was, I gladly dated you since I had nothing else to loose...but its been 4 years since then I'm a changed man and EX NAME is a changed girl, a forgiving girl and the spark we had wasn’t lost I guess...and Im happy now”

“But what about me?” you say crying “What about me? And my happiness, don’t I deserve that? Don’t I deserve to finally be happy.”  

“Y/N, you do deserve to be happy. But not with me, not at the stake of my own happiness, I wont allow it.”

“Omi bu-”

“God Y/N, don’t be so desperate!” he said agressively “Im sorry for stopping the wedding, I know your parents have put in alot of money in it and I will certainly pay them back... in due time of course.”

“You’re sorry for stopping the wedding?” you say angrily “Not sorry for stopping this relationship. Stopping the longlasting feelings ive felt for you since the day I met you?”

“Cut the crap Y/N, all we did was have one night stand.” he says rolling his eyes and unbuttoning his top botton of his shirt and loosening his tie I dont know why but this Is what guys do when theyre mad in the movies.

“Your such a liar Omi, you used to come into my work place everyday flirting with me talking about how much you wanted me, PINING AFTER ME, making me fall in love with you and not even telling me you had a girlfriend at the time.” you yell “and you summarise that all to me falling in love with you after one measly one night stand.”

“I don’t want to do this Y/N,” he says heading to the door “We’re finished. No more wedding. No marriage. And definitely don’t contact me after this. We’re through.” he slams the door behind him, leaving you alone and jilted in your wedding dress.

You get why he broke it off with you, and technically you do play a small part to blame. You were the one that told his girlfriend that you slept with him and then dated him afterwards, so I guess ‘how you get them, is how you lose them’ definitely works in this case.

Bokuto

The bokuto and L/N wedding was going to be a joyous occasion. Your soon to be husband told everybody he saw that he were to be wed with you, he couldn’t contain his excitement.

“Bokuto calm down, we’ll be married soon.” was what you always said, whenever he started his rambles to which he always replied “I know Y/N, I cant wait.”

When it came to your grand day, you were excited from the moment you woke up you were buzzing, wondering if Bokuto was feeling even a half of the feelings that you felt.  

You looked beautiful in your dress, anticipating the look on Bokuto’s face when he sees you at that alter. Your wedding party was already at the hotel you were getting married at whilst Bokuto’s got ready at the houe and decided to drive there.

So after you got ready, all you had to do is wait for Kuroo, one of Bokuto’s best men, to tell you when it’s time for you to walk down the aisle.  

You were impatient, your leg was shaking now you knew how Bokuto felt when he rambled on how excited he was for you to become Bokuto Y/N. You finally heard a knock on the door and you dashed to open it,

“Kuroo, thank god you’re here!” you exclaim giving him a hug “I’ve been waiting ages for you, lets go! Take me to my future husband.” You pull his arm practically trying to run and see your man before Kuroo pulls your arm halting you.

“Y/N...” he says shifting his eye sight from left to right “I think we should sit down for a minute.”

“Why? Is he not here yet, gosh he’s always been late to things” you joke “but fine we can sit for a minute or two.”

As you sat, Kuroo turns his body to you putting his hands on your knees with his eyes looking sad “Y/N. I don’t know how to say this but...” he gulps putting his head down “there’s been an accident.”

“Accident? What do you mean accident? What happened? Is everyone okay.” you ask a bit frantically, since it would sad for someone to be hurt on your wedding day.

“That’s the thing Y/N, Bokuto he..”  

“Bokuto what? He’s okay.. Right?” you ask staring at Kuroo “He’s fine right?”

“No he isnt,” he says

“What do you mean he isn’t what happened, where is he? I need to see him.” you say getting up before Kuroo pulls you back down.

“He isn’t anywhere... well anywhere for you to see him. There weren’t enough cars for us, well there were but one of them the engine wasn’t starting and it sound a bit dodgy. But Bokuto said, he insisted for us all to be there. I even offered to let him take my spot in the other cars, I did Y/N I really did, but he promised us that he’d be fine. He left a bit before he did, saying that if he had chance to wander around the hotel it may calm his nerves. But when we were driving, we saw this car all mangled up on the side of the road, it was his. I told him not to drive that car, I told him and he did and I-” he rambled with tears pooling in his eyes “Im sorry Y/N im really sorry.”

“But why why didn’t you call?”

“He told us not too, he said that he wanted you be to as happy as you could be on this day as he knew it wouldn’t end with you becoming his wife.”

“But the ambulance, you called an ambulance right?”

“He was D.O.A, Akaashi went with him since he knew that he probably wouldn’t be able to deliver the news to you.”

“Why? Why did he leave me? On our wedding day, it was supposed to be our day and now hes gone Kuroo hes gone.” you wail, but kuroo wraps his arms around you in a brotherly hug as he cries too.  

That’s how you spend your wedding night, crying in your friends arms over the loss of your ‘husband’ and his ‘brother.’

Bokuto’s funeral was the week after, and it was not an event you were excited for. It was a hard day to get through, but you did it with the help of Kuroo and Akaashi. You visit Bokuto every year on your wedding anniversary talking to your husband even though it always reminds you of the day that never came to be.

This is the wedding angst that is a gift from me to you sweetheart @teesumu you can totally block me after this cause girll I cried whilst writing it.

If you want a nice ending to the bokuto story to make you feel better read this

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↬ WHAT COULD NEVER BE

↬ PAIRINGS: bokuto x f!reader? (Side) atsumu x f!reader

↬ WARNINGS: nothing really. Just some heart wrenching angst, bokuto is careless with your heart I guess

↬ SUMMARY: you fell in love with your bestfriend but your bestfriend has never felt that way about you.

↬ A/N: I totally did not cry while writing this pft

↬ WC: | 1.7K |

My first year at Fukurodani had been lonely to say the least. I had been new to the area wheras everyone else had gone to middle school together, and I'd been the odd one out. The cliques had already formed leaving me to fend for myself.

My second year though I'd seen a flyer for the boys volleyball team needing a new manager. I signed my name against my better judgement and hoped for the best. When I'd shown up to the first practice game after a talk with the coach, I had realized signing that flyer was the best decision I'd ever made.

Bokuto Kotaro a second year -at the time- like myself was just a ball of energy. He was an honest to god enigma. Being around him was just intoxicating, a rollercoaster you never wanted off of. We got along fairly quickly and him and the rest of the boys had made my second year a little less lonely.

In my third year I was always greeted in the halls, by my fellow classmates who'd known me because of Bo. When he'd learned that I was basically friendless in my second year he'd gone around and introduced me to just about everyone he knew. Eyes shining with love and happiness. That was the third time my heart had skipped a beat because of him.

By the time I realized the butterflies in my stomach increased as the months went by in my eventful second year, the more I realized I was falling in love with my best friend. My heart thumping against my rib cage every time he'd look at me. My skin lighting on fire as his skin brushed against mine. My breath catching in my throat whenever he'd look at me a certain way, or whenever he leaned down to whisper something in my ear. He made me feel breathless and I could never get tired of it.

The day I realized my bestfriend, Bokuto Kotaro, just might not be in love with me as well was the day I'd stayed late after practice to put some of the equipment in the storage closet. I'd been proudly wearing his jacket. It swallowing my body because that's just how big he was. He'd rounded the corner into the closet and smiled at me sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Y/n, I was wondering," he'd paused and my heart beat against my chest almost as if it was gonna burst right through my skin. The breathless feeling coming back and I felt myself starting to smile until he'd finished his sentence, "well uhm... I was wondering if I could have my jacket back, Koyuki is cold and I don't want her to freeze," my smile dropped in an instant. The way he'd said her name, it was.. well it was different than whenever he said anybody else's name. "Oh yeah sure Bo, lemme just put this stuff down really fast," I'd turned from him nose stinging from the tears welling up in my eyes, and I swallowed the lump forming in my throat down. Suppressing every single emotion in my body.

I'd handed him his stupid jacket back and slammed the door closed as I watched him drape it over her shoulders and she smiled brightly at him.

I should have known then. Known that he was falling head over heels for akaashi's twin sister, because when bokuto falls in love it's not quiet, its loud and powerful and passionate and it'll swallow you up if you let it.

Koyuki akaashi did just that. Let his love consume her like the raging fire it was. They were a beautiful couple. A match made in heaven.

She was beautiful and confident. His personal little cheerleader. She was undoubtedly the most wanted girl at our school. She was perfect for him. I knew that. I felt it, and I tried my damn hardest to be so happy for him. To love him differently. The way he loved me. Platonically. I watched them fall in love.

Watched him kiss her with a passion I only dreamt of feeling from him. They held looks of love whenever they looked at the other. The hardest part though. The hardest part was she was the kindest, sweetest girl you'd ever meet. A heather. No hidden agenda. Nothing like those girlfriends in the cliche best friends to lovers trope books. She welcomed me as a friend and fully supported me as bokutos bestfriend. She was impossible to hate, and how could I hate her when she was the reason my best friend smiled the way he did. The reason his breath caught in his throat just the way mine did.

When we graduated and I'd become a cheerleader for the MSBY Black Jackals, because I'd promise Bo to not leave his side. Promised I'd followed him to the ends of the earth. We were y/n and bokuto. We came in a pair. It was hard. Hard being around him when he'd talk about Koyuki and how he couldn't wait to feel her again and how it was so hard being away from the person you love more than anything, and then he'd say "you know?" With his puppy eyes, and I'd just shrug and agree.

The way I'd wished and hoped that it wouldn't last. That somewhere in bokutos head he'd realize she wasn't the one. That they'd get in a fight too big to cool down from. The more I'd wished that the more I felt guilty. Why would I wanna ruin my bestfriends happiness? Why would I wish that to go away?

So when shoyo hinata asked me on a date, I'd excitedly agreed. Finally I could, maybe, forget about the big himbo I'd fallen for. No. In fact that made it worse. I found myself comparing hinata to bokuto. The way hinata walked, the way hinata talked, the way Hinata's touch didn't make my skin burn up quite like bokutos did. Me and hinata didn't last. It was a disease, and I was dying. Being eaten from the inside out. My very heart collapsing in on it self, and when he'd proposed to her. God, the way I cried. The way I ached. The way my chest clenched and the tears finally fell.

"Y/n, what's wrong?! What did I do?" He asked desperately grabbing my wrist as I'd gasped and tried to turn.

"Nothing Bo, I'm so happy for you!! These are happy tears Ko!"

He smiled big and bright. Bokuto wasn't dense. He was more aware of anyone's feelings than he was of his own. Either he saw the pain in my eyes that night and ignored it, or he saw it and in fear of our friendship crumbling right in our hands that night swallowed down what he'd wanted to say. It was the latter.

The day of the wedding finally came. Here I stood, next to my favorite boy. Waiting at the end of the aisle for a girl who was not me. My bestfriend, the boy.. no man I'm in love with. Tearing up as is his wife to be walked closer towards him.

Tears gathered in my eyes and I forced a smile as they fell down my face. Atsumu tapped my shoulder. I turned and he'd held open his arms. I'd buried myself in the tight embrace of the setter who knew. Who knew the story. Who'd held me as I cried many times. Times just like this one. He kisses the the top of my head and I turn back around catching the eyes of bokuto.

After the ceremony everyone had gathered at a venue for the reception. I walked away from the laughter. The buzz of the party and the cheers as the groom dipped the bride and kissed her.

Unfortunately for me, he'd soon noticed my absence and come to find me. "Y/n" he whispered hand closing over my elbow, and a warm, salty tear rolled down my cheek and stopped at the corner of my lip.

I turned away from the salty water washing over my feet, and my toes dug in the sand. "Don't touch me" I tried my hardest to sound determined, but my voice cracked.

"What was it? What does she have that I don't Ko?" I asked. Desperate. Reaching for anything. Grasping at straws.

That's when I looked at him, and his eyes said it all. He was never very good at hiding his emotions. His eyes always gave him away, and he'd known. He knew the whole time. I knew that now.

Lovely Bokuto Kotaro had known all along.

He was quiet for a minute. "You have everything that she has and more." He said what he felt and bokuto never lied. He hates lies I knew that.

"Then why not me? I know you knew. You knew the minute we were sitting in that boba shop and you looked at me staring at your hands interlocked. I know you realised. Then and there." I pulled my elbow away from his hand.

"I love you y/n, just not in the way I love koyuki," he says it so casually as if he'd just told me he'd left my purse on the counter. Not tenderly. Not carefully.

My eyes closed collecting myself, "don't you think I know that Bokuto? Don't you think I've cried over that every night for years? I know you do, and God it's so fucking hard to be happy, and bite my tongue. To swallow down the word vomit, because I love you so fucking much, kotaro. I've loved you since the middle of our second year, but now you've gotta let me go. Leave me behind." I turned back facing him again.

"Please don't ask that of me, you know I can't do that. That'll kill me sweets-" I stopped him and turned to glare at him, "you can't fucking call me that anymore. That's a pet name for lovers, not for a man who is married to use on his bestfriend."

You could hear someone walking towards you guys, "y/n?" You knew that voice. "I'm here tsumu," you sighed. Moving around bokuto and walking closer to the setter. "Just... just.. enjoy you're honeymoon Bokuto, and please let me move on and heal. Congratulations on your marriage"

You smiled softly at him kissing bokuto on the cheek as you took the hand of the blonde. Atsumu smiled down at you, heart beating faster just like yours did the day you made eye contact with bokuto for the very first time.

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Mr. Park~ Mrs. Park

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word Count- 3k

Includes- Dilf Seonghwa, Age Gap Relationship- Everyone is consenting adults, sexy lingerie, fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, sex from behind, missionary, multiple orgasms, tons of fluff

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I stand excitedly at the "alter"

Today is the day

All of our planning over the last five months is finally happening

We wanted to get married right away

Luckily we found a place where we can have an outside ceremony and an inside reception

We're keeping it small

My parents, my brother and his family, the guys and their families, although their wives have specifically been told not to speak to me or her

Save for Kyung

That made some of them opt to not come

Which is fine by us

We invited her parents but they didn't come

Her sister, brother and their families came

I invited some other co workers I'm closer to, including my old receptionist at Joanne's instance

She invited some staff members at Hybe and she invited the BTS guys too

Who actually showed up and are sitting in the aisles

Everyone was told not fan girl or fan boy and so far everyone is behaving

We decided not to have a bridal party so it's just us

I always thought I'd be nervous or scared standing at the alter, waiting for my bride

Wondering if I'm making the right choice

Instead I feel excited, so happy, one hundred percent sure I'm making the best decision of my life

The music starts, everyone stands up and I look down the aisle, smiling

She appears and my heart drops to my feet

She's absolutely stunning

The dress is amazing and definitely a Joanne dress

Lace, the top of the dress sexy, a long flowing skirt, pretty train, long veil

Beautiful, absolutely beautiful

And I can't stop it, I start to cry

She is everything I ever expected my bride to be and yet so much more

She gets to me, smiling widely

She takes my hand, saying, "Don't cry baby", tears of her own filling her eyes then spilling over

I gently reach up, wiping the tears away, "I can't help it jagi. You're everything"

She smiles, "You're my everything. Are you ready?"

"So ready. Are you?"

She nods

We turn to the officiator and move closer to the alter

We turn back to each other, the ceremony starting

I hear the officiator conducting the ceremony but I can't stop starting at her

Taking in her gorgeous face, her brown eyes solely on mine

I can't help the huge dumb smile that stays on my face

"Hwa", she whispers, "The vows"

I blink, "Huh?"

"The couple has decided to write their own vows", the officiator says or repeats

Whatever

"The bride will go first"

She squeezes my hands, taking a breath, her eyes not leaving mine

"Seonghwa, I love you so much. I had no idea that I could love someone like this, at this magnitude like I love you. The first time I saw you, I never would have thought you'd given me a chance. Never thought we'd end up here but I am over the moon that we did", she pauses, wiping her tears, "You're not only the man I love, you're my best friend, my protector, my soulmate, my world, my universe. Like I told you before, I am so happy I found you so young; it just means I get to love you for the rest of my life"

I have to let her hand go to wipe the tears from my eyes

I feel so loved, so wanted, so unbelievably happy and I know everything she said is the truth

"And now the groom"

Taking her hand again, I look at my beautiful jagi, love for her overflowing inside me

"Joanne, I have always said I'm so lucky to have you. And I still feel that way. I never thought about marriage before. Not until I met you. When we got together, I was afraid. Afraid that sooner or later, you'd leave, wanting someone your age. But you proved me wrong every single time, erased every single doubt", I breathe in, trying not to cry so I can get this out, "You are who I have been waiting for all my life. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you. You are my everything, my soulmate, my angel, my jagi. I will always love you, always protect you for the rest of my life. I love you"

She squeezes my hand, tears falling down her face

I myself am a mess too

After a few minutes when we're both somewhat composed, the officiator continues

"Do you Park, Seonghwa take Riley, Joanne to be your wife?"

"I do", I smile at her

"Do you Riley, Joanne take Park, Seonghwa to be your husband?"

"I so do", she smiles brightly, making me laugh

Then it's time for the rings and she puts mine on my finger, smiling "With this ring, I thee wed"

I take her small hand in mine and slide her ring on her finger in front of her engagement ring

"With this ring, I thee wed", I say softly, looking in her eyes, smiling at her

"Then by the power vested in me by the Republic of Korea, I now pronounce you husband and wife"

Those words fill me with pure and utter joy that words can't describe

"You may now kiss the bride"

Putting my arms around her waist I pull her to me, her arms around my neck

Our lips meet and we kiss deeply, both of us pouring all our love into it

I can feel it, her love for me and I know she can feel mine

I hear cheering and clapping but I'm too wrapped up in her to care

When the kiss finally ends, she looks up at me, smiling, "I love you"

"I love you", I answer

The officiator finishes the ceremony

I offer her my arm, her taking it and we walk down the aisle together

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Looking down at her, I smile as we dance our first dance as a married couple

Of course the song is Perfect by Ed Sheeran

It's our song

When the MC announced us as Mr. and Mrs. Park, I was floored

I didn't know she was changing her last name to mine

That's not a normal tradition here

It happens but usually the women keep their last name

I do have to say, it made me surprisingly happy

"You're changing your last name?", I ask as we sway

"Of course baby. I'm not a Riley. My parents kicked me out, they're not here. They don't care about me or my happiness. You're family accepts me, cares about me. I'm honored to be a Park"

More tears fill my eyes

God I've been crying like a baby all day

She smiles softly, wiping my eyes

"Someone's a softie today"

I nod, "Yeah. I'm just so happy. So thankful I have you. And so honored that you want to be a Park"

She giggles, "So you're ok with it?"

"More than ok. I love it. Park, Joanne. Sounds beautiful"

"Sounds right", she answers, looking at me with love in her eyes

"It does"

Leaning down, I press my lips to hers in a soft gentle kiss

Again claps sound through the room but we just kiss until the song ends

Then we both go to the cute little table she decorated for us and sit down

Now is time for speeches

Hopefully they'll be short

My brother gives a speech as well as Hongjoong

Those were the only speeches that were planned

Yoonah stands up and walks towards Hongjoong, taking the mic

I'm surprised and a little bit nervous

I feel Joanne tense and I hold her hand

Yoonah and her have been getting along better, having a few conversations

She helps Joanne plan some of the wedding, helped choose between things like colors, favors and whatever

It's no where near how close they used to be but Yoonah isn't giving her death glares or murmuring under her breath anymore

"I just have a few things to say", Yoonah says into the mic, "So it's no surprise that when I found out about my dad and Joanne, I was against them being together. Joanne was my close friend and she was with my father. I didn't take it well and messed up big time. But as time went on, I saw how absolutely happy she made my dad."

I look at my daughter, smiling softly

"My dad smiles and laughs so much more. I watched her do everything for him, learn how to cook for him and I knew how terrible of a cook she was"

Joanne and I laugh because it's true

But once I proposed to her, she got serious about cooking, making me teach her every night and now she cooks every night she's able to

"I've caught her looking at my dad like he's the best thing in the world. And I came to realize that she loves him just as much as he loves her. Maybe more. They make each other happy and that's all I want for my dad"

I'm surprised that Yoonah decided to say all this in front of everyone

I had no idea she felt this way

"I want to say congratulations to my dad and Joanne. You overcame everything that was thrown your way because of the age difference between you two and you made it. I'm happy for both of you"

She lowers the mic

I stand and she comes into my arms, hugging her to me

"Thank you", I whisper

She nods, "I'm sorry for everything dad"

I shake my head, "No baby it's ok. Forget about it"

"I love you dad"

"I love you Yoonah"

Pulling away, I kiss her cheek and she walks around me to Joanne

She stands, smiling soflty at Yoonah and to my surprise, Yoonah engulfs Joanne in a hug

Joanne hugs Yoonah back and I see Yoonah whispering in her ear

She nods, saying something to Yoonah, then they break apart

Yoonah goes back to her seat and then the MC lightens the mood, dance music starting to play

And so the party starts

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"Did you have fun jagi?", I ask, laying on the king sized bed in the hotel room, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom

"So much fun. You?"

"Yeah baby", I assure her

We decided to stay at a hotel for a few days before going home, packing and going to Italy for our honeymoon

"I liked when BTS performed for us"

As an added gift, they did a few songs, mostly her favorite ones and gave us a preview of two songs going on their new unreleased album

"Yeah they were amazing"

She comes out and my mouth drops, my dick immediately erect

"Where do you keep getting these things?", I ask, my mouth dropped open and honestly drooling

My wife is the fucking hottest girl I've ever seen

She's not even wearing much of anything.

Just some thin white lace around her breasts, that goes down her stomach into the attached panties

Cute little bows are on it, one tied right at her pussy

"Kyong got it for me for the bachelorette party"

Well thank you Kyong

"Oh yeah?"

She nods, "She got me a lot more too. And this one you can rip if you want"

Thank god for Kyong

She comes over to the bed, climbing on my lap as I sit up

She leans down, her lips against mine, her fingers undoing the buttons on my shirt

Touching her bare ass, I squeeze hard, her hands running up and down my chest

She pushes my shirt off, throwing it on the bed and I roll us over, on top of her

"My wife is so pretty", I murmur, looking down at her

She giggles, "And my husband is so hot"

Kissing down her neck and chest, I wrap my mouth around her nipple, sucking softly

She inhales soflty, her hand finding it's way into my hair

Kissing my way down her body, her legs open for me on their own

When I get where I want to be, I smirk at the little bow holding the front and back part of this lacy thing together

"So cute baby. My little cunt all wrapped up like a present for me"

"So undo you're present", she whimpers

I touch one of the ribbons, finding it soaking wet

"Hmm looks like my little pussy leaked all over the bow"

"Mmm Hwa please"

Tugging on the ribbon, I undo the bow, exposing her to me

God she's so wet

"Mmm my pussy so wet", I tell her, running my finger up her cunt, "All this is for me?"

"Yes Seonghwa. Yours. Always yours."

"Good baby. I'm gonna make my pussy so happy"

Laying my tongue on her, I slowly lick up, sucking on her clit before doing it all over again

Her cunt floods my mouth and I eagerly swallow her juice

Tastes so good

"Seonghwa", she moans, her hips moving into my face as I eat her cunt greedily

Her pretty thighs shake around my head and I keep going, sucking her clit into my mouth

"Yes Hwa"

"Mm baby girl, you're pretty clit is my favorite to eat", I praise her between sucks, hearing her moan loudly, "So small. Throbs hard in my mouth. I love it"

Slipping two fingers inside her, I immediately press on her spot, her cunt clenching my fingers right away

"There's my good pussy", I murmur, rubbing my fingers on her spot and sucking hard on her clit

"Seonghwa oh my god, fuck!", she cries, coming

Pulling my finger out, I push my tongue inside, licking up her sweet cum

God, I could eat her all day

When she finishes, I sit up and get my pants and boxers off

"I need you now jagi", I tell her, wanting nothing more than to be buried deep inside her

She opens her legs wider and I don't waste anytime entering her

"Fuck", we both moan as I bottom out quickly, her cunt wrapped around me tightly

Fuck, going in her is like the first time every time

So fucking good

Moving my arms under her knees, I push her legs to her chest, moving on top of her, her arms around my neck

I pull back, then thrust hard back in, feeling her sucking me back and taking me in deep

"Hwa!", she cries

Thrusting fast, I listen to her moans get louder with every slam, her cunt wrapping me in a vice grip, my head hitting her spot every time

I grab at the lace around her breast, pulling and hearing the satisfying rip of the fabric

"Yes Hwa", she cries as I rip the other side too, then lean down, my mouth around her nipple again

She screams louder, drenching me in juice as I fuck her deeply

"Fuck jagi", I moan in her ear, "Feels so good. I love being this deep inside you."

"Me too baby", she groans, her hands moving to my arms, squeezing hard, "Don't stop"

"I won't baby. Not until my pretty wife cums around my cock over and over. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes Hwa. Anything for you"

"Damn right", I growl, fucking her hard, "I feel your pussy throbbing hard baby. Is your cunt feeling good?"

"Yes, yes!", she cries

"I can't wait to feel this hole fluttering around my cock, drenching me in it's pretty cream. I can't wait to hear you scream my name, shake under me. Don't you want that? To cum on my cock?"

"Yes Seonghwa!"

"So close jagi", I urge her, "Just a few more"

I pound her cunt a few more times and she screams my name, orgasming hard

Pleasure fills me as her cunt works my cock so good, drenching me in cream

"Good jagi. Good girl", I praise her, fucking her through her orgasm

When she finishes, I sit up on my knees, throw her legs on my shoulders and grip her hips, fucking her mercilessly

She screams incoherently, her body arching from the bed

The pleasure I feel and her screams fuels me to go faster

The next smash to her spot has her orgasming again and I watch her creamy cum pour out of her, all over my cock

Every thrust coats my length even more, so fucking pretty

I move her legs down, then pull at the strings of the panty part, ripping both sides

Grabbing the whole lace lingerie, I pull it off her body and throw it on the floor

I lift her by her hips and pull her on to my cock as I thrust in her

Over and over

"Seonghwa! Oh god Seonghwa", she cries, "More"

I smirk, "Look at my pretty little wife crying for more of my cock. I already deep inside you baby and you want more?"

"Yes more!"

I pull her on my length faster, watching her pretty cunt swallow me over and over, leaving me a soaking mess every time

"Baby takes my cock so well. All of me inside this tiny tight pussy. God I love it", I praise her

Pulsing on me so hard, I feel her orgasm coming

When it starts, I sheath my cock deep inside her, amazed at how hard she cums on me

The pleasure is intense

"Good girl", I choke out, "Ride it out on your cock baby girl"

Her hands grip and twist the sheets so hard, her body shaking so hard, sweat pouring down her body and hair

God she's so fucking gorgeous

When it ends, I pull out and turn her on her hands and knees

I start pushing in when she thrusts back, taking me in right away

"Fuck", I moan

She starts moving on me, taking me in and out of her

I bite my lip, watching her hole stretch out to take me in, feel her wet cunt spasm around me

That sight brings me closer

She fucks onto my cock hard and fast, moaning so loudly

"Wanna fuck me huh jagi?"

"Yes Hwa. Wanna fuck this big huge cock", she yells, "God, I want to cream this cock so good"

"Yes baby, yes", I moan, grabbing onto her ass and holding on, "Fuck yourself baby. Make yourself cum"

I'm in so much pleasure I can't think, just feel what she's doing

"Hwa, wanna cum"

"Mmm feel your almost there baby. Keep going"

She moves faster, desperately

Reaching over, I press my fingers into her clit, rubbing rapidly while she fucks her spot on my head

"Seonghwa, Seonghwa!", she screams, exploding on me again

Pure pleasure hits me every where and I yell her name as I shove my whole cock deep inside her, emptying inside her

"Yes Hwa. Fuck yes", she cries, her cunt sucking all my cum out

She wiggles her ass against my pelvis as the pleasure ends

"Fuck", I moan, pulling out and collapsing next to her

She lifts her head, faces me and moves closer, both of us tangling together

Her hand touches my face softly then moves across my forehead, pushing my hair back and off my face

I move mine, putting her hair behind shoulder, then off her forehead

Traveling down, I leave my hand on her cheek, looking at her and smiling soflty

Her hand goes over mine, her face turning into mine and presses a kiss to my palm, making my heart flutter

"We're married Hwannie"

I nod, "We're married Jo. Are you happy"

She nods too, "The happiest. You"

"The happiest", I repeat

"I love you Seonghwa. With all my heart. Words can't express, can't describe how much"

"I know Jo. I feel the same way. There's no words that come even close. "I love you" doesn't cut it"

"No it doesn't", she agrees, touching my chest where my heart is, "If it helps I know how much you love me. I can feel it all the time. In every look, every smile, everything you do"

I'm glad she knows, I want her to know

I try to show her all the time and I'm glad she can see my love for her

"It does help baby. I'm glad you know. And I know you love me the same. I feel it, I see it, in your beautiful brown eyes all the time. In your beautiful smile too. In everything you do too"

She smiles widely, "Good baby. I'm happy you know"

I nod

Ever since she told me she loves me, I never doubted that love

Ever

She cuddles into me, her head under my chin

I smile, as I get as close to her as I can, overjoyed that she's finally my wife

@hijirikaww @sktbzc0re @sherrybirkingirl

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♡ Andrew has always longed to marry somebody. Being a religious man, he's dreamed of filling a church with people who are dear to him as his beloved bride walks down the aisle.

♡ He's only glanced at weddings, an outsider looking in. The brides and grooms having the best nights of their lives made his heart feel fuzzy. Nobody would ever dare to wed him, but the idea was certainly a pleasant one. It helped him sleep. It comforted him when he needed it most. He wanted to look down at his hands and see a ring that reminded him someone out there loves him.

♡ He grew up with not even a penny to his name, so he knows having a luxurious wedding would be completely out of the picture for someone like him. Until he met you.

♡ You helped him get back on his feet and the two of you worked together to save up enough money for a wedding ceremony and reception, along with a honeymoon.

♡ Most honeymoons are spent lazing by the beach, but due to his body being constantly at war with sunlight, you decided to book a trip to a lovely cabin hidden away in the woods, a private place for just the two of you.

♡ He honestly thought you'd end up getting married in Red Church, surrounded by cobwebs and broken glass, but you insisted that you two would find a way to escape the manor and you'd have a proper wedding.

♡ It took months of promises and longing, but the seal keeping everyone trapped in the manor finally snapped and let everybody escape. You took Andrew's hand that day and promised him that a brighter future was upon you.

♡ Your wedding was surprisingly inexpensive. Despite your days in the manor being long gone, many of the survivors stayed in touch with you and were more than willing to help. You don't need to hire a whole team of wedding planners with the survivors by your side.

♡ Michiko and Violetta teamed up to sew you the most gorgeous dress you had ever laid eyes on.

♡ Emma designed your bouquet and enveloped the chapel in beautiful flowers.

♡ Norton prepared your rings using the finest gems he could find.

♡ Margaretha found the most wonderful songs to play and arranged dances.

♡ Vera styled your hair and Fiona did your makeup.

♡ Victor handled the invitations and did a fantastic job. So on and so forth.

♡ You and Andrew were on good terms with almost everyone, so they were all pumped to see how your wedding would play out. It was the greatest team effort they put into anything since the escape of the manor.

♡ You two had lots of practicing to do before the actual wedding. For one, Andrew didn't know table manners. You'd have to lovingly teach him gestures like how to cut his meat and how to do a toast before even daring to eat at the reception.

♡ Dancing together in your rooms was what Andrew enjoyed the most, though. Margie planned several dance routines, so you had triple the practicing to do when it came to dancing.

♡ Andrew was surprisingly agile during fast-paced dances, he loved to twirl you in the air like in a movie and dip you so low you thought you were going to crash into the ground. Each yelp only spurred him to play with you more, drinking up your reactions and getting all giddy because it's you.

♡ As for slow dancing with Mister Kreiss? You're so lucky to say you're familiar with it. He hums along to whatever music you play in the background, and puts so much love into every step or twirl that you feel like your heart might burst. It's agony waiting to dance with him in a suit and dress rather than your pajamas.

♡ You're blown away when you see the wedding venue for the first time. It's pure white with shades of red sprinkled in, the same colours Andrew has hated about himself now repurposed to be something he'd look at fondly for the rest of his life. It was beautiful. Like him.

♡ You noticed a chair with an unfamiliar name on it. When you asked Andrew who it belonged to, he answered that it was for his late mother. She would have loved to come, he said.

♡ He doesn't take the day of the wedding very well. What do you mean he can't see you until the ceremony?! He wants to greet you, kiss you, practice some extra dance moves to be extra sure... he's grumpy while the guys of the manor dress and hype him up.

♡ "Alright, let's do this! THREE CHEERS FOR OUR MAN ANDREW!" William would cheer so loudly the girls would hear it from the other side of the church and burst out into laughter.

♡ Andrew couldn't stop his hands from shaking, though. His lifelong dreams were finally being realized. The love of his life was going to marry him tonight. Willingly. He could barely believe it.

♡ As for you? You're brimming with excitement at the idea of walking down the aisle and shooting an arrow of love straight into Andrew's heart. The girls are envious of you as they powder your face and tighten the seams of your dress.

♡ "I remember when you first met that boy," Michiko would say to you as she styled your dress, beaming at you through the mirror. "You were too shy to even speak to one another... ah, young love."

♡ It took a million checks to make sure you were ready to present yourself to everybody. Your hair, makeup, dress, veil, bouquet... everything had to be absolutely perfect. It was a bit difficult having so many girls look after you, because Tracy's idea of perfect was a little bit different than Michiko's. There was a lot of playful arguing, but you knew they just wanted this day to be flawless for you.

♡ Once the petals were strewn down the halls and the bridesmaids and groomsmen made their appearances, you finally presented yourself.

♡ It took everything in Andrew to not fall to his knees when he saw you. You were angelic, your white dress cascading down your back with a stunning hairstyle he's never seen you in before. Your bouquet was made of all your favourite flowers, and he could see the perfect shade of lipstick beneath your vail. You captured Andrew's heart as he leaned onto Luca's shoulder for support.

♡ Andrew wasn't the only one who had his breath taken away. Practically everyone was gawking at you. It made Andrew feel a little... possessive, seeing everyone's eyes on you. He was going to be marrying you. Not José, not Norton, not Victor but him.

♡ All of his negative feelings disappeared the moment you were in arms reach. He extended an arm to take your hand as you gladly obliged. When he felt the fabric of your dress against his wrist, electricity shot through his body for a second time.

♡ Being able to see Andrew up close was a dream come true. His usual matted hair was thoroughly washed and brushed, it appeared as if José had lent him a hand. His usual flower was still present even as he wore a breathtaking suit. He smelled like cologne and looked so nervous but in love... you couldn't wait to finally kiss your groom.

♡ His hands trembled as he lifted your veil to reveal your features to him. You flashed him a grin and he felt his heart explode. He danced his fingers along your cheeks until they met your shoulders, which he gave an affectionate pat before turning to the priest.

♡ He had Helena help him with his vows. He wanted to blow you away, to use words you didn't think he knew. It took him days to memorize the words of love he was going to bestow upon you. You overheard him talking to himself a few times, but never guessed they were his vows.

♡ He also has some trouble with words of affection. Andrew much prefers to hold you or do favours for you.

♡ "When I first met you, I didn't think I was worthy of love. It's still hard to believe, but... I promise to return to you every affectionate gesture you give to me. I'll love you always and forever, as my angelic wife. I want to grow old with you. I vow to protect you, adore you, and care for you as long as I'm your husband. Our hearts will always be melded together and nothing will ever change that. Thank you for saving me. I love you."

♡ His vows brought some of the survivors to tears. Most of them only knew Andrew as that really quiet guy who hid behind his girlfriend a lot, so to see him spill his heart out for you made the crowd let out a sea of "awwwh"'s.

♡ His face turned scarlet and he almost wanted to run out of the building and hide once he finished speaking. He stumbled over and mispronounced a few words, but you could tell he put his whole heart into it and he meant every word he said.

♡ When he's finally able to kiss you, Andrew dips you low and assaults your entire face with kisses, treading past your lips. He doesn't care about smudging your makeup or embarrassing you, you're finally his wife and he just wants to feel your face after waiting all day to.

♡ The cheers once you become man and wife are astounding. When you tossed the bouquet it was caught by Eli and Gertrude.

♡ Demi helped to bake an enormous cake, one that's almost as tall as you. On top were little toppers meant to look like you and Andrew that you kept as mementos.

♡ The reception was definitely more of a party than the wedding was. Antonio and Margie played music for everyone to dance along to, and a karaoke session was held as well.

♡ Andrew was a little stressed out by how much noise there was, but you reminded him everyone there loved him and he melted. He's not used to all this positive attention.

♡ Your heart burst when he extended an arm and asked you to dance. You had been practicing for so long that when you finally attended the real event, it felt like a dream.

♡ For just a few minutes, nothing existed but Andrew's arms around you and the elegant music brought to you by a live band.

♡ Once all the food is eaten and gifts are exchanged, everyone bids you farewell. The girls cry when they hug you and the guys all pat Andrew on the back, wishing him good luck for... what couples do on their wedding night.

♡ When you two finally arrive home, Andrew is exhausted. He's never been to such a crowded event before, especially one where he's the main focus.

♡ He'd need to lay his head in your lap and relax as he plays with your dress. The fabric felt so pleasing under his fingers. He was so in love with every part of you. He needed to be as close to you as possible after being kept from you, and from being in public with you. He cherished alone time like this.

♡ Once he's rested up, you'd have to unpack all your gifts! Each survivor and hunter gifted you something for your domestic life with Andrew. Matching mugs, blankets, cutlery, paintings... you were drowning in presents.

♡ It took an hour, but you finally unwrapped and stored everything away.

♡ Which leads to...

NSFW ;;

♡ You and Andrew have had sex before. Maaany times. He views it as making up for lost time, it helps with his insecurities, and he enjoys making you feel good. Andrew will do everything in his power to make sure the lovemaking on your wedding night is nothing short of magical.

♡ When you're settled at home and can't think of any more chores to do, Andrew is more anxious than he's ever been. His face is red in a furious blush and he's barely able to muster a sentence as he stands stiffly, lustful eyes on you.

♡ He knows what couples are meant to do on their wedding nights, and he's so excited to make your wishes come true, but this poor boy has no idea how to initiate things. Whenever you make love, it's because he's visibly horny but too anxious to say anything so you take care of him.

♡ You approached your husband, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you stared up into his eyes. He didn't look at you or respond to your inquiry of whether he's okay or not. The growing tent in his pants spoke for itself.

♡ Your eyes widened when you felt his erection brush against your thigh. He could tell that you felt his arousal ー because he hoisted you up bridal style and pressed an openmouthed kiss to your lips. He was going to take you, and he was going to do it right.

♡ His sudden burst of confidence lead to him carrying you to your bedroom, and he gave you another kiss before gently placing you down on the bed.

♡ Andrew wouldn't know what to do next. He wants you eat you out for hours but... your dress is in the way. And he doesn't feel like taking it off just yet. No, he wants to take his sweet time with you. It's your wedding night, after all.

♡ His solution? Dry humping. He's always adored being able to rut against you like a wild animal, and getting to do so in your elegant wedding gear has him rearing to go. He doesn't want to soil your gown, no, he just wants to do something absolutely filthy in attire that's meant to be for a ceremony all about you.

♡ He would spread your legs as far as they possibly could go in your dress. When he hikes your dress up to your lower stomach and finally sees the sweet dessert laid out just for him, he's bucking his hips into the cold air for any sense of relief.

♡ He'd press his clothed cock against your panties and see stars. His lovely wife was so close to him but so far... he wasn't sure how long he could last like this.

♡ Andrew ground against you in a frenzy, arms snaking around your back as his face nestled itself in the crook of your neck, sucking sweet little kisses onto the flesh. He groaned when he rubbed against you just right, aiming to hit the same spots over and over again.

♡ He wouldn't let your needs go unnoticed. Andrew would angle himself to rub against your clit, and he'd pay special attention to your neck as he desperately got himself off with your body.

♡ The low groan that escaped from his lips as he came into his boxers went straight to between your legs. As he rode out his high, he'd push your panties aside and finish you off with his fingers before pulling away. Something about cumming before even getting his clothes off made him growl with need. And it made him desire you even more than he already did; skin to skin this time.

♡ Andrew asked you to undress him. You felt him shudder underneath you as you removed his suit and got him out of his pants. Stripping him reminded you that beneath all the cologne and hair gel, it was still your Andrew. His scarred body yearned for yours and you were more than happy to press a chaste kiss to his chest once he was undressed, your way of telling him you loved him.

♡ Your husband would ask you to sit in his lap, right on top of his aching boner just begging to be touched, and grind against it as he undid the several seams on your back.

♡ Andrew loves mirrors. He doesn't like seeing himself in them, but you? He could watch you be undressed through a mirror all day long. He thinks his hands look good when they're unbuttoning the fabric keeping him from you.

♡ You looked so radiant that Andrew would need to fuck you in front of a mirror just to truly see you.

♡ He would take his sweet time with you, for every untied string he would thrust up to grind against your clothed pussy and nibble your shoulders. Hearing you mewl in his lap causes his hands to fumble as he undresses you. He wondered just how someone could be so cute every time a moan is pulled from your throat.

♡ Andrew felt a little dejected once your dress was ready to come off. He would miss seeing you in it.

♡ ...Those feelings didn't last long, though. The moment he laid eyes on your bare body he was surging with confidence and hunger.

♡ "You look so ravishing... my... my wife..." he muttered, mostly to himself. It appeared he was still in disbelief that you were a wedded couple. Throughout the night he'd periodically mumble to himself that you were his wife, or he'd call you Mrs Kreiss. It had a lovely ring to it.

♡ Andrew wants ー no, needs ー to taste you after being away from you for so long. He would eat you out like a man starved.

♡ Positioning his face between your thighs, Andrew licked a sloppy stripe up your pussy, stopping right below your clit. Then he'd lick back down, avoiding the place where you needed him most. Your frustrated groans earned a soft chuckle from Andrew. He wanted to draw this out... he was in a playful mood.

♡ He massaged your thighs as he teased your folds, finally pulling away to ask you the question that would be the death of you. "Tell me what you want, my... wife..." his voice dropped in volume when he reached your title. He didn't care in that moment how cheesy it sounded, this was the ultimate night to be sappy with his angel.

♡ "Enough teasing, Andrew, please... eat me out," you'd weep through gritted teeth as your husband nibbled your thighs and nodded his head in response your pleas.

♡ Now that he's gotten you riled up for him (he wants to feel needed), he's not holding back. Andrew is the king of being unintentionally rough. He'd leave your core battered from how deep his licks are and how his chin smacks against your soft flesh.

♡ The moment Andrew feels you contract and twitch around him, he's slipping a wet finger into your walls to torture you further. He won't stop his ministrations even as you cum hard around him.

♡ He's extra passionate for your wedding night which translates into him not giving you a break. He doesn't want to pull away from your pussy, he wants to keep his head burrowed between your legs for as long as he possibly can. His tongue is going to commit every inch of you to memory tonight.

♡ If you really want to make this night worth your while, tackle Andrew once you feel overwhelmed and turn the tables on him.

♡ He loves when you take control and take him by surprise. One minute he was devouring you, and the next you've pushed his back against the headrest and you're lowering your head dangerously close to his cock.

♡ He wants you to feel good even as you suck him off, so Andrew will finger you while your lips are wrapped around his dick. He'll angle himself so the palm of his hand rubs against your sensitive nub. It drives him wild how sloppy your strokes and licks are when you're on the verge of cumming.

♡ He'd prefer to cum in your mouth. It's an intimate night, he doesn't want you to be completely covered in his seed just yet. He'd rather save that for the honeymoon.

♡ Chest heaving against your back, Andrew's next move is to pull you into his lap again. Remember how much he loves mirrors? He'll seat you right on his cock and direct your face with his hands to look right into the mirror across from your bed.

♡ "My wife," he'd murmur into your shoulder before snapping his hips into yours.

♡ Having Andrew's mouth so close to your ears means you'll get to hear every gasp and purr that he emits. And he makes a lot of quiet noises he tries to hide.

♡ Andrew made sure to cup a hand around your breasts and kiss your neck & lips as well. He wants to surround you. He wants all of your senses to be overtaken by him until you can't function.

♡ He would whisper praise into your ear, telling you how beautiful you look and how good you feel around him. It's not like him to be this bold and dominant but you're loving it.

♡ Andrew asked to cum inside you that night. When he finally reached his climax, he lifted you up so he could admire the string of cum connecting the husband to his wife. He was addicted to the sight and made sure to capture it in his memories for as long as he could.

♡ After several more rounds of rough licks and hard thrusts, Andrew would want something more soft and classic with you.

♡ Gently lowering you onto the mattress, Andrew would hover over you and press a tender kiss to your lips. With one long thrust, he'd fill you right up and stay like that, your hands connecting.

♡ His thrusts would be slow and sensual, making love to you rather than just fucking you. Don't be surprised if you feel hot tears drop onto your shoulders. This is one of the most sentimental moments of Andrew's whole life.

♡ Your tongues would dance as your lips locked in an intense kiss, you can tell how desperately he's trying to last and make this feel good for you.

♡ Andrew quickly repositioned himself to hit that spot inside of you. He's committed the location to memory, and wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't relentlessly batter it tonight.

♡ Your sudden gasps caused his thrusts to grow frantic, his hot breath fanning onto your neck as he plowed you into the mattress.

♡ You could feel his smirk on your skin when you began to pulse around him.

♡ "Good girl..." he would purr, rubbing circles on the back of your hand as you rode out your high. Hearing your cries of pure ecstasy pushed Andrew over the edge, and he emptied himself into you. You had never felt so stuffed before.

♡ Once you've decided you had enough, Andrew's entire demeanour changes. Before, he was determined to push your limits and hear your cries, while now he's insisting that you take a bath. He feels awful that he ruined your hair and makeup, plus you're littered with hickeys and your thighs are stained with seed... he doesn't know that you wouldn't have it any other way.

[onlyfreds]

A Weasley Wedding | F.W.

Title: A Weasley Wedding

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Fred would do everything when it came to you

A/N: This is for @theweasleyslut’s 2k writing challenge with the wedding trope + “did you need something?”. Holly!! I hope you like this and congrats on the 2k! You deserve every single one of them. 😁

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror in front of me.

The lace-adorned dress that fell past my knees looked like something out of a fairytale. My hair in a half-up and half-down look, all thanks to Hermione.

I could've only dreamed of this day.

As a kid, I always thought that I would marry a knight in shining armor.

But, little did I know that my knight in shining armor happened to be a certain 6'3 ginger that had a knack of pranking.

But he was funny and handsome too.

Marrying Fred Weasley was literally the dream.

A small knock pulled me out of my train of thought as Ginny greeted me with a small smile, promptly closing the door behind her.

"Hey," my soon to be sister-in-law said, "how's the bride doing?"

I laughed, “I’m doing wonderful! Just still can’t believe that I’m about to be an official Weasley. Speaking of that, how’s Fred doing?”

Hermione was the one with the brilliant idea of pushing through with some muggle traditions and separating the bride and groom the night before the wedding was one of them. And let me tell you, Fred wasn’t coping with it well.

Ginny laughed, “He’s too eager to see his bride. He was already an inch away from the door knob before Percy caught him and dragged him back downstairs.”

As if on cue, we suddenly heard a small knock, “Open the door sweetheart please.” Fred’s voice pleaded, “I just want to see you for a minute. Nobody has to know.”

“Way ahead of you Freddie.” Ginny said as her brother groaned, “Besides, you know the rules.”

“Please Ginny. You know you’re the best sister ever. Just let me in.” I swear that if we could see Fred right now, he would’ve had big doe eyes.

Before the youngest Weasley could give a retort, George’s voice was added to the conversation, “You’re here again?! Seriously Fred, if mum catches you here again, she’ll tie you to a chair until the ceremony starts.”

Ginny shrugged, stifling a laugh, “See? What did I tell you?”

—

“How’s my not-so-little girl anymore?” My mum asked as she entered the room, my dad and Molly following suit.

I gave her a small smile, “I’m just a bit nervous.”

My dad chuckled, draping an arm around my mum’s waist as he looked at me fondly, “Don’t worry about that dear. It’s normal, I remember being a nervous wreck when I married your mother.”

“My baby girl has never looked so perfect.” Mum cooed as she smoothed out the creases in my dress.

“Our baby girl isn’t so much of a baby anymore.” Dad said, his voice cracking a bit as he tried to blink the tears out of his eyes.

“Aaw dad.” I said, engulfing both of my parents in a tight hug, “Don’t cry, because I’ll start to cry too.”

Just like earlier, a small knock accompanied by my fiancé’s voice appeared, “Hey darling, can you please open the door. I just want to see you.”

Molly rolled her eyes at her son’s antics as she muttered under her breath, “He’s being so stubborn and he can’t even keep still.”

I giggled, leaning against the door, “Fred, you know that I can’t.”

“Come on darling.” He persuaded, “When did we ever follow the rules? Besides, I’ll make it up to you, I promise that I’ll make the sweetest love to you tonight.”

Everyone in the room froze as I tried to contain the blush rising up to my cheeks.

“Frederick Gideon Weasley!” Molly chastised as she headed out of the room, going after her son who was already running for his life.

“Now, that is what I call commitment.” Dad said with a small laugh causing mum to smack him on the arm.

—

One hour.

I had exactly one more hour before I’m officially “Mrs. Fred Weasley”.

Thanks to my nerves, I needed a drink of water.

I walked towards the desk where the parchment that Hermione had enchanted earlier lay. It had the ability to transport any note that I write to a similar parchment in the Weasley’s living room.

After jotting down a request for water, I watched as the ink disappeared, as if it was being soaked up by the parchment but according to Hermione: it meant that the message had been sent.

A few minutes later, a small click could be heard along with Fred’s voice, “Did you need something?”

I turned and saw him holding a glass of water, a blindfold over his eyes and a goofy smile on his lips.

“Freddie,” I said, taking the glass from him, “how were you able to get in here? And why are you wearing a blindfold?”

Fred chuckled, his hands finding their way to my waist, “For the first time in my life, Hermione Granger took pity on me. So, she found a loophole through the whole situation. Technically, I wouldn’t be able to see you with this bloody blindfold on. And with the help of Ginny and George, they bought us five minutes.”

I giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips, “Nothing could ever stop you huh?”

He smiled, “When it comes to you, I would do everything.”

I looked over at the wall clock, before turning to Fred, “You better go now. But, I’ll be seeing you in 50 minutes.”

Fred pressed another brief kiss to my lips, “I already know you look gorgeous.” Before blindly making his way to the door.

—

“It’s time.” Hermione said, entering the room, “You ready?”

I nodded, “I’ve never been more ready.”

She led me out to the Weasley’s backyard where the white tent stood beautifully, all decorated for the wedding.

Dad took his place next to me as he looped his arm around mine.

When the curtains opened, I saw that Fred’s back was turned to me until I walked down the aisle.

It was obvious that he was holding back tears.

“You’re gorgeous, Mrs. Fred Weasley.” He mouthed.

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Footsteps

Marinette’s about to get married to her soulmate, a man she’s never met before. Too bad she meets that cute groomsman in the hallway first. Rated G. 4,000 words.

***

Marinette bunched the white lace of her train into her fists and walked faster, eyes searching the empty marble hallway. Just keep walking. She could get through today. One foot in front of the other.

All she needed was some fresh air. She thought a building as enormous as this one would have at least one window that she could open. Instead, sunlight streamed through vaulted arches taller than the bakery she'd lived in her whole life, mocking her.

Marinette poked her head around a corner into a side hallway, saw nothing but closed doors, expensive paintings (that couldn't be an actual van Gogh, right?), and a plush white rug, and walked past.

All she needed was a few quick breaths, a little bit of air to cool off her flushed face, and a few minutes away from her hovering family and bridesmaids so she could pull herself together. And then she would get right back.

How big was this building? Each hallway she looked down offered a new way to get lost, with smaller hallways coming off of the side hallways and as many doors as there had been guests and staff just an hour ago. She gripped her train harder. Staff that had disappeared to the banquet hall to set up for the reception. Guests that were nowhere in sight because they were being seated in the chapel right now.

A door snapped shut somewhere behind her, and she whirled around, her heart in her mouth at having been caught, but no one was there. Her eyes traced crystal vases on marble tables only put there to break up the vast space the building contained. Nothing moved. And nothing looked familiar.

Can I even find my way back now? 

It was a problem she would have to deal with later. She didn't have the capacity for one more thing to go wrong right now, so she marched forward to continue her quest.

Her heels click-clicked as she walked across the polished floor, and she could have sworn she heard the door closing once again.

The shoes were going to give her away. With shaking fingers, she reached down and unstrapped them. They swung from her hands as she kept going.

Just a few days ago, Marinette had been so excited to finally meet her soulmate and get married. Why had the feeling deserted her today?

She knew the answer. All week it had been building, but now that the day was here, the swirling anxiety that had been simmering below the surface of her joy just couldn't be ignored any longer.

Most people gave themselves a few weeks or at least a few days after meeting their soulmate to get married, but her husband-to-be, Adrien, had insisted on being "traditional." No seeing each other until the wedding. She hadn't even talked to him on the phone yet. They would fall in love at first sight, as she walked down the aisle. If she'd met him before, maybe right now she wouldn't be so-

Marinette bumped into a glass-topped side table, sending the empty crystal vase on top tilting dangerously. Dropping her train, she managed to grab it before anything smashed. She stood there, frozen, listening, waiting to see if anyone would scold her, but no one was around. With a whispered "Sorry!" at the vase, she put it back in its place and kept searching through the maze of hallways.

It must have cost a fortune to rent this humongous mansion for the day. A new worry stuck in her throat. I'm not going to be able to fit in with my husband's family, am I?  Adrien would love her completely. That's just how it worked. But what if her in-laws hated her because her parents weren't rich too?

Her panic spiral was halted by the sight of a familiar blue rug pattern in one of the side hallways. Marinette made her way over, window quest forgotten, and she tripped over her dress the whole way there.

The long, white walls were filled with paintings of fruit and flowers, like the ones she used to make in art class (but with lighting skills so good it made her want to cry), and no… she hadn't been down this way before. Even as upset as she was, the artist in her would have remembered.

Marinette took a few seconds too long to glare at an apple, and by the time she heard the whispering, it was far too late for her to hide.

"Sneaking," a male voice whispered.

Marinette turned toward the voice. Had someone seen her? Did someone know she was roaming the building alone? She saw no one. And she saw nowhere she could quickly hide.

A few feet in front of her, the hallway turned a corner and continued out of sight. Some of the hallways had been like that, leading to more corridors and rooms that she hadn't bothered to explore. The footsteps came closer.

"Sneaking around the corner."

If she held very still, maybe he wouldn't notice? She walked backwards and pressed into the white wall, the fabric of her dress rustling loudly with every step, every breath she took.

His shoes squeaked as a hunched figure came into view.

"I'm not sneaking!" Marinette blurted out as soon as she saw him.

He jerked up straight.

She noticed three things instantly. He was blond. He was holding his hands around his eyes, like binoculars or a mask, and he was in the nicest tuxedo she had ever seen.

The man was also quite a bit taller than her, but he still jumped back in alarm when he saw her, and finally lowered his hands. Brilliant green eyes went from shocked to soft and warm and inviting.

"S-sorry," he finally said. "I was the one sneaking around. No worries."

"Oh," Marinette said, heart beating in her throat. "Right. I wasn't sneaking."

He smiled, and Marinette was glad she was already leaning against a wall. He had to be the single most beautiful human being she'd ever met her in life.

"Um, nice to meet you?" he said. When he held out a hand to shake, she quickly took it. His hand was soft and gentle and warm. No ring on either hand that she could see. Gorgeous and single!

Guilt swept through her, making her drop his hand. Here she was, getting married in literally a few minutes and ogling someone else. But he was still smiling at her. No, she had to stop thinking like a single woman. But he was so pretty.

"Of course. So, uh," He looked down at her dress. "You must be the bride, huh? Marinette? Nice to meet you."

Sweat prickled on the back of her neck. Judging by his outfit, she'd just been caught by a member of the groom's wedding party, a groomsman or a family member. Would he tell her future husband that she was out here getting cold feet? Not that it wasn't true, but she didn't want her soulmate to know about it.

"And you are?" she asked, hoping to divert attention away from herself. "One of the wedding party, right?"

"Yeah," he whispered and reached for her hand again. "I am. I was out here looking for you. I'm A-"

She shrank back. No matter how much she wanted to, she shouldn't be thinking about him this way. She was getting married to someone else.

The man dropped his hand quickly, eyes roaming her face, like he was looking for what he had done wrong. When he couldn't find anything, he ran his fingers through his hair and stammered out an apology. Marinette watched each lock fall back into place, the light catching each strand and making him glow.

"I'm-" he tried again, a blush rising in his cheeks. "Ni- W-winston."

"Winston?" Marinette couldn't help but laugh a little. That was the least French-sounding name she'd ever heard.

"Winston the groomsman," he said, not looking at her. "Yes, old family name. My father's name, and his father's name, and I think I have an old uncle. Because we're British way back there somewhere on my mother's side-"

"Nice to meet you, 'Winston.'" It was apparent he was nervous, and she didn't want him to feel uncomfortable, so she changed the subject. "What are you doing out here? You were looking for me?"

"Um." He looked around the hallway for inspiration, and Marinette immediately regretted her question as she watched his discomfort grow.

"I- He- The groom wanted to meet you before the wedding," Winston confessed.

"He did?"

"Yeah, he wanted to break tradition and see you, but Fa- his father is stifling stick in the mud."

"Yeah?" The knowledge was somehow both comforting and unsettling. She and her future husband had both wanted to meet first, but her father-in-law… she wasn't going to fit in.

"Yeah," he breathed. "He can't wait to meet you. But he couldn't get away, so I thought I'd come out here. And, wow, he's going to love you. You're amazing."

Marinette flushed at the compliment. "Isn't that how it's supposed to work? Love and first sight and everything?"

"Sure," Winston said, "but you know what I mean."

In the distance, an organ started playing softly, but Marinette barely heard it. This man would go through all that trouble for a friend of his? He was so kind, and she was going gooey under his intense gaze.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked quietly.

Just like that, the glow was gone. Would he believe the truth, that she was just hoping for some fresh air? He might be sympathetic. But he might not be. Who would feel sorry for a bride on her wedding day?

"I was… looking for the bathroom and got super lost." She adjusted her skirt with one hand to give herself something to do and then laughed nervously. "This place is such a maze."

Winston didn't answer right away. He studied the train of her dress, mouth a thin line of disappointment. Her shoes dangled from her loose fingers as she waited, and she adjusted her grip.

"You don't have to get married today, you know," he said. "You can call it off."

Marinette squirmed at how perceptive he was - or maybe she was just obvious - and pushed her hair out of her eyes. When it fell back into place, Winston reached out to tuck it behind her ear but stopped himself. His hand hung there awkwardly between them until he let it slowly fall.

"It's okay to be nervous," he said. "I know lots of people who didn't go through with their weddings. Loads."

Marinette smiled at the lie, grateful he was trying in spite of everything, though she was still a little worried he was going to tell Adrien about this conversation, or that word would somehow get to her future in-laws. She wasn't sure which would have been worse, giving her in-laws ammunition or disappointing Adrien.

"No, I really did get lost," she said. "I didn't mean to get all the way over here." And to make it sound convincing, she added, "Do you know the way back?"

"I can walk you." Adrien stood up straight, his smile returning.

"Oh, you don't have to," Marinette said quickly. There might still be a chance for her to find a window and that breath of fresh air she'd been hoping for.

"I insist." Winston held out an arm for her, and like the idiot she was, she eagerly took it. His free hand settled over hers, and they began to walk.

Her heels swung from her other hand, and without their added inches, the difference in their height was ludicrous. But Winston didn't comment on it, just matched her pace without making her feel rushed.

Together, they left the small hallway and stepped back into the still deserted main hallway. Sunlight poured through the windows, reflecting off the gleaming floors and sparkling crystal chandeliers high above. Winston's hand on hers was comforting, and he was so sweet to help her, but now there was no chance for her to get away.

Feebly, she said, "I think I recognize this part now. You can get back."

"Oh, they won't miss me," Winston said. "I'll make sure you get back safe. Is there anything else you need?"

Marinette sighed. As kind as he was handsome, and she hoped he never removed his hand from hers. Why did he have to be so nice and gentle?

After several more turns, she really did start to recognize things. How had she wandered so far? Her family must have been worried by now.

Marinette didn't bother to escape from him again, and Winston didn't let go of her, even when they stopped in front of the bride's room with its white and blank, gleaming, bronze plaque.

"I can't wait to see you coming down the aisle in a few minutes," Winston said. He lowered his arm, and her hand slipped away from his sleeve. She felt the loss of his touch immediately. "I mean, if you still want to," he added quickly.

"I'll be fine," she squeaked. "Thanks."

"Okay," he said, waving goodbye without moving away. "Great. See you."

Yup. He was definitely the most adorable, sweet, and beautiful man she'd ever met. "Why couldn't I be marrying this guy?"

Winston took a step back. "What?"

Huh? She'd said that out loud? She'd said that out loud! 

Fumbling for the handle behind her, Marinette said a hasty goodbye and launched herself through the door and slammed it shut without looking at his expression. What was she supposed to do now?

"Girl, where have you been?"

In seconds, Alya, Sabine, and Tom were gathered around her. Marinette leaned her back against the cool door, wondering if Winston was still staring at the spot where she'd been standing.

"Are you all right?" her father asked.

"Just needed some fresh air," Marinette said, staring at their shoes. "Then I got lost. Have you seen this place?"

"Marinette," Sabine said, lifting her daughter's chin with one soft hand. "You can tell us the truth."

The tension in Marinette's body all came out in a rush. Her shoulders slumped, and she slid down the door two inches.

Tom brought over a chair, and Marinette tried to sit down, only to find that her dress was caught in the door. What else could go wrong today? Without peeking into the hallway, she opened the door and removed her train - to her relief, it didn't look like she'd ripped it - and then collapsed into the chair.

"It's okay to be nervous," Sabine said.

Marinette nodded, though that wasn't the entire problem anymore. She was supposed to be marrying a friend of "Winston's" in a few minutes, maybe his best friend or even his brother. He would be standing there, witnessing her marriage, knowing what she'd just said. How was she supposed to show her face out there now?

Her parents and Alya doted on her, trying to put her fears at ease, but it was only making everything worse. She couldn't ignore her anxiety while everyone was talking about it. They flitted around the small room, fetching her water, guiding her to sit down in front of the triple mirror vanity, offering to brush her hair out. "That always calmed you down when you were little," Sabine said.

Marinette nodded.

"If it makes you feel better," Tom said, "I'm sure he's just as nervous as you are. I was nervous, too."

"Everyone expects you to be a little anxious." Sabine picked up the bristle brush while Marinette avoided looking at herself in the mirror. "You're marrying someone without ever having met him. That's terrifying. But you're going to be okay."

Marinette nodded again, dumbly. They waited for her to say something, respond with her usual cheerful attitude, and when she didn't, Alya jumped in.

"Sabine, didn't you get married and move to France at the same time?"

All four of them knew the story. Marinette had grown up hearing it, had loved hearing her parents' own love story.

"I found out my soulmate's name two days after my twenty second birthday," she said. Marinette could almost mouth the words along with her mother, they were so familiar. "I couldn't believe he was so far away. I started teaching myself French almost immediately, but the first time we got on the phone to speak to each other, all I could say was hello!"

A tug on Marinette's scalp told her that Sabine had found a small knot. She set the brush down and started to pick at it with her fingers.

"I moved away from home to a strange country, and was learning a new language, and was nervous about meeting my soulmate, but as soon as I saw him, it didn't matter," Sabine said. "You're going to be fine. As soon as you see him, you'll love him, and everything will be okay."

"I know all that," Marinette said. "But I'm scared now!" Not to mention distracted by "Winston," and the crushing guilt that reminded her she shouldn't be.

"Well," her father cut in. "What do you want to do about it, Marinette? Do you feel like we should wait a little bit?"

"Yeah," Alya added. "We can tell them there's something wrong with your dress or whatever if you need a few more minutes."

"I'm sure Adrien would understand," Sabine said. "He seemed very kind when we talked to him."

A few more minutes sounded wonderful, a chance to collect herself, do delay the inevitable. Or a chance for her anxiety to get worse. She took a deep breath. "No, let's just get this over with."

"Very convincing." Alya picked her clutch up off the vanity and started fishing around inside it. "You sound so pumped. Let me just text Adrien." Alya pulled out her phone.

"No," Marinette said, covering the phone with one hand. Her fake nails clicked on the screen.

"Waiting's not going to make it easier. I don't need any more time to worry. It's like you said, when I see him, everything will be fine. So let's just so see him. I want to see him."

"All right." Alya dropped her phone onto the table and grabbed the eye shadow. "Come here, then."

Marinette sat as still as she could while Sabine finished her hair and Alya did her makeup and Tom hovered around, asking what he should do to make her feel more comfortable. When they didn't give him any ideas, he started telling funny stories from Marinette's baby days.

Marinette only half listened, making sure to smile when someone else laughed. Maybe Winston had asked "What?" because he hadn't heard what she'd said. She had said it quietly, after all. That was logical.

Eventually, Tom had to leave the room to check on how things were progressing. Marinette missed his voice and his stories. The silence was too easy for her anxious mind to fill.

If she could just make it a few more minutes, if she could just make it to the altar, then she'd fall in love with her soulmate at first sight and everything would be great. No more worrying. No more wondering.

The final piece of her outfit, her veil, was laid out neatly on the flower-print sofa, waiting for her. When Alya declared her face perfect and Sabine could find no hair out of place, Marinette strapped her heels back on and stood, knees shaking, and retrieved her veil. She seemed like another woman in the mirror as she watched herself put it on.

Marinette did want to meet Adrien. She did. A few days ago, she'd felt excited. Just his name was enough to put a smile on her face. Her parents had met him, and she'd devoured every detail of him they could give her. Elation had bubbled through her chest as she had designed her wedding dress. It had taken weeks to finish simply because she was having so much fun designing it that she hadn't wanted to stop. If she could remember what it had felt like then, maybe she could recreate the feelings now.

The door creaked as it opened, and Tom walked back in. "It's time," he said, extending his arm for her.

Marinette plastered a smile onto her trembling lips and leaned on his arm to compensate for the weakness in her knees. No one else needed to know about her struggle, least of all Adrien.

The walk down the hallway to the chapel didn't take as long as Marinette thought that it should have. The organ music was too loud, but still not loud enough to drown out the breathing and whispers of a room full of hundreds of people, everyone who was ever important to her, and more that she would get to know well in her lifetime as Adrien's wife.

The processional song began to play, and Marinette walked in, staring at the pink petals on the carpet in front of her. Pews creaked and fabric rustled as everyone stood for her. And she kept her face down.

Don't make eye contact with the groomsmen. You're getting married to Adrien, so don't look for adorable "Winston."

Marinette forced her face up, searching out the people she knew. For her bridesmaids and Alya, her mother in the front row. Her school friends throughout the year, aunts and uncles who had flown from all over the world. A few held tissues, some waved at her. They were all smiling.

Everyone was smiling except for her.

She should be looking at her new husband - her soulmate - for the first time. He was probably looking at her. Had he already fallen for her? Was he wondering why she wasn't looking at him?

That curiosity was nothing compared to how much she wanted to look for the man she'd met in the hallway. There was something seriously wrong about that. It went beyond the guilt that she felt. It was a strangeness in the situation that she didn't have time to think about.

The line of petals thinned and disappeared halfway to the altar, and the organ music swelled.

The temptation was too great. Marinette raised her eyes, looking at the groomsmen first, looking for the friend that shouldn't have liked as much as she did. Because she was marrying someone else, she reminded herself as she quickly scanned their faces. And because she had only known him for about two minutes. What was wrong with her?

Her gaze skimmed them all twice, three times, but Winston wasn't there. Her footsteps stuttered to a halt before taking a big step to match her father's long stride. The hand holding her bouquet started to sweat.

Could he not bear to watch her marrying someone else? No, that was ridiculous. He didn't feel the same way. He wasn't feeling torn like she was.

He had definitely been part of the wedding party. He'd said so. So who was he?

The carpet ended, and Marinette heels clicked on marble as realization clicked into place. He was part of the wedding party, but not one of the groomsmen, so that must have meant…

For the first time that day, her heart pounded from something other than anxiety.

Marinette held her head high and looked for him. And she found him. "Winston." It had been a ridiculous name anyway. Adrien suited him much better.

Adrien smiled broadly at her. That wonderful smile she first saw out in the hallway was now a hundred times brighter, focused solely on her. He had snuck out to see her, had so gently guided her back when she was lost, had made sure she was comfortable, and offered to call off the wedding.

No wonder she had liked him so much. Love at first sight, just like everyone said.

He reached out a hand for her as she took the last few steps to the altar. Marinette slid her fingers into his, and they fit perfectly.

"Hi, Winston," Marinette whispered as she nestled herself into his side. "Could the groom not get away again? Are you getting married for him too?"

"I said the groom was going to love you," he said. "And I was right."

The last notes of the organ faded away, and a hush settled over their friends and family. This was it. They stepped together up to the altar. The first step of their lives together.

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Author's note: Merry Christmas! You're getting something completely un-Christmasy. Huge thank you to @ours-polaires, @khanofallorcs, @vivalasaturn, and @noirshitsuji for reading over my outline of this and making sure everything made sense!