#tina wedding dress

[tallgirl14]

Tina's wedding dress options

[tribalauthor]

Bridesmaid (roman × sophia one-shot)

A/N: hey guys, since I already wrote the love story about Roman and Sophia in The Wisewoman, I decided I will do one-shots of them from now on with specific themes.

Disclaimer: you don't need to read the fanfic in order to understand the contents of the one-shots, i'm gonna give decent background info but if you are up for some romance, why not check it out 👀

Warning: age difference, smutty

Summary: A week prior to Wrestlemania 40, Roman and Sophia get to enjoy their free time at the wedding of Cleo and Jeremiah - Sophia's friends.

word count: 3k

Sophia's POV

March 31st, 2024, 2.03pm

"We are gonna be late and I hate being late." I snapped at my boyfriend as if he is the one that's guilty for the current situation that's going on right now. Which is preparing for my best friend's wedding and I am going to be the bridesmaid.

The magic that happened between me and Joe on my birthday month and a half ago suddenly disappeared after the reality of work hit us. I've been working in WWE as a temporary Wise Woman while my uncle Paul's leg fully recovers.

It's not that I don't like working with Joe but this current Wrestlemania season is going to earn the most stressful one of all time. Triple H confirmed it himself.

Not knowing what the main event is going to be until almost the very last moment is a crazy work especially for a person like me who likes everything to be organized, in place and in the clear.

Eventually, Joe will main event both nights this year which is even more nuts. He also started doing very intense workout and diet programs, so he can get in the most perfect shape he can ever be.

Me, as his girlfriend, I follow him too, with the dieting more specifically. We basically eat chicken, brocoli and oats. That's it. Not even each other.

Although we are a new couple, peak of the honeymoon phase, we don't get the time to sex the stress away. The old Sophia wouldn't mind this since I was never in my full sexuality. Ever since I got with Joe, however, everything changed.

Everything.

"Soph, we have around an hour and Wave Hill is just 20 minutes away" Joe said with a calm tone. That's what he does - once I heat up he always keeps his cool and vice versa.

I took a good look at my boyfriend. His manbun more slick than himself. Beard freshly trimmed. A black suit with slim whige stripes which made his body look even bigger than usual. A baby pink tie which matches my dress for the wedding.

The dresses of the bridesmaids are picked by Cleo. Each bridesmaid is wearing different pastel color dress that symbolises her character and the fact that is spring time which means all the flowers are blooming and the nature is gaining its color.

Cleo chose baby pink for me since she describes me as delicate, elegant, feminine and lately, in love. If I wasn't with Joe, she would definitely give me blue aka the color of wisdom. But I take pink now.

"Did I mention that you look spectacular?" Joe looked at me from head to toe, gently grabbing my hand and I spun around.

"And I love when I see you with a suit. I admit it's my weakness." I marched to him and playfully fixed his tie. Our faces being very close, examining every inch of them, mostly focused on the lips.

After a while we both attacked each other going straight for our tongues, associating them with cheat meals we deserved. I put my hands behind Joe's neck while he wrapped his around my snatched waist.

The kisses were becoming hungrier and hungrier with each movement, almost leaving us out of breath.

"What if we-" I knew exactly that he is going to suggest us doing a quickie but right now I am way too stressed for that and I don't think it will bring the helpful effect we are both yearning for.

"No." I interrupted immediately. Joe gave that look which is a mix of slight disappointment with understanding.

"After the ceremony, however, I am yours. If you are not too tired, of course." I promised as we still stood with our faces close. He gave me a look that says 'Me? Tired?'.

"The most beautiful bride!" Tina, my other best friend from college, exclaimed the moment she saw Cleo, standing there with tight white dress that make her natural curves look even more juicy than usual.

Her brown skin all glowy, her beautiful curly hair made into a bride bun and most importantly her pearl white smile was on. Tina, who is three months pregnant by the way, is wearing a yellow dress since she is as bright as the sun. Somehow she looks even more angelic but that's what pregnancy does, I guess.

"Jeremiah is one lucky bastard." I concluded while looking at Cleo and then we reached for a hug. She smells like flowers. "Hope he is aware."

"Yeah, me too." Tina replied with her gaze stuck at the male part in front of us - her husband Noah, the groom, his friends all around my boyfriend like little boys just met their superhero.

Jeremiah has loved wrestling ever since he was a little kid and Roman has always been his favorite.

I let out a soft chuckle. Jeremiah was passionately explaining something to Joe, mimicking a superman punch and and a right hand. Probably talking about his favorite match of him.

"At least he is happy and not sweating his balls off like most men do before they get married." Cleo shrugged it off.

The whole ceremony of Cleo and Jer being wedded by the priest and their beautiful vows brought us waves of emotions. After that all the guests gathered to give our presents. Cleo didn't lie when she said it's gonna be a small wedding - closest family and friends. We were around forty people.

The atmosphere is just beyond magical - late afternoon with the sun still shining, soft bird chirps, the unrealistically green grass and beautiful flora surrounding us.

I cannot help but wonder how Joe must be feeling right now since he also had a wedding before. I've been trying to read him but all I see is positivism - no sign of bitterness or regret.

Me and him stepped hand-by-hand to the newlyweds and handed them a white envelope with beautifully written 'for the Evans family' on it.

Cleo knows very well what we prepared but both of them don't know we also prepared a honeymoon weekend for both of them in Philadelphia in The Rittenhouse hotel from April 5th to April 8th.

"I think you would want to open this." the bride nudged her groom. He seemed puzzled and looked at us for approval. Me and Joe gave a nod.

Jer opened the envelope and by the little glimpse he gave it, he surely recognized the Wrestlemania tickets. "No way." he interrupted the unpacking.

"Front row, both nights." I specified and Jer seemed extremely delighted. Just like a little kid. I understand why though. Cleo said that because of the expenses from the wedding, he couldn't afford tickets. I mean Wrestlemania isn't a cheap experience but right now as I am with the biggest draw in the business, it was easy to arrange this present.

"Also we booked The Rittenhouse hotel. A little Wrestlemania honeymoon weekend." Joe added and now both of them seemes surprised as hell. "Everything is covered."

"Oh my God" Cleo exclaimed and she hugged us. "Thank you so much."

"I'm actually gonna cry." Jer concluded and me and my boyfriend exploded from laughter.

"Make sure you spend your time well together and not only being focused on the wrestling, young man, okay?" Joe gave the groom a joking warning.

"Yes, my Tribal Chief." Jeremiah replied like a soldier.

"You are married to a baddie now and you better acknowledge her always." he was sounding like Roman but with the joking note of Joe. I gotta love that man but I slightly cringed from the fact he just said 'baddie'.

"Yes, my Tribal Chief." Jer repeated and Cleo just laughed at him.

"So whenever he fucks up, I will make sure to call Roman, noted." Cleo concluded.

The party eventually started - we were eating, drinking, laughing, throwing speeches. Me and Joe mentally prepared for today to be a cheat one. The menu Cleo and Jer picked is amazing and not that unhealthy, so we are gonna be good. Also we didn't miss the opportunity to drink an alcoholic glass or two...or three.

I was looking at the beautiful bouquet I caught earlier in the ceremony and bit my lower lip. Could that really mean I am next?

"Sophia Anoa'i sounds amazing, don't you think?" my boyfriend's deep voice startled me from my thoughts I was having in the same direction.

"Undisputed." I agreed with him and he pulled me to lean on his arm.

"To be completely honest, I already feel like we are a married couple. We fight for every small thing, we go everywhere together and we don't have exclusive sheet time." I raised my head and gave him a serious look. "Just the kids are missing."

"You are so dramatic." I rolled my eyes and leaned on his shoulder again. "We've been dating for two months, we don't officially live together and we don't fight, we just argue, nothing serious." I explained the things as they truly are. "But you are right about the sheet time." I said quietly.

"When Wrestlemania is over, immediately after night two, we are going on a vacation. I think it's time for you to see my private island. Just the two of us. We are gonna catch up with everything. I am keeping a track of the number of orgasms I have to give you." my eyes almost popped out of my body and I playfully hit his arm then looked around to see if somebody heard him.

Now it's time to dance. Big part of the guests went on the grass to dance. The women part even removed their heels and everybody started grooving to "The Best" by Tina Turner.

"Let's dance." I grabbed Joe's hand as he was drinking from his whiskey. In the meantime I took off my high heels.

He actually got up and drank the whole glass at once. As we marched to the grass, we faced each other.

"I am warning you I can't dance at all." he put his index finger in front of him and I just rolled my eyes grabbing his arms with mine and swaying to the beat.

"Just follow me." I instructed him.

Once that chorus hit, I started singing with it too.

'You're simply the best

Better than all the rest

Better than anyone

Anyone I ever met'

Such simple lyrics yet so relatable. Me and Joe were singing all of this to each other while doing some freestyle dancing. We probably look rather funny but I don't care. I am immersed in this beautiful moment we are having. It felt as if it's just only the two of us for a bit.

The night was accompanied with more dancing and singing. Jer even dedicated a song to Cleo and sang it for all of us and the song was 'Remember the Time' by Michael Jackson. I love this song and it describes them perfectly.

It kinda became a trend amongst the male part to dedicate songs to their loved ones and sing them. Noah dedicated 'Truly, Madly, Deeply' for Tina. Cleo's dad dedicated 'My Heart Will Go On' and oh boy, that was an experience. Jer's dad wanted to be funny and sang 'I Want To Break Free'. Basically all of the men had some songs in mind for their women but my question is does Joe have something for me?

I wonder what song he associates me with, if he has such.

Everybody started chanting "Tribal Chief" and he stood up from his chair and went to the stage, grabbing the microphone.

"I knew my turn was coming. But I have to throw a little disclaimer that I have no singing or artistic abilities since I am a pro-athlete, obviously." of course, he had to warn the people and explain himself.

"We still acknowledge you." one of the guests shouted and Joe put his one up.

"So I've been doing some thinking about a song I would dedicate to my dear Sophia who is the greatest woman alive, by the way." he threw that in as if it's nothing and looked at my direction. I playfully rolled my eyes and felt my cheeks burning. "The closest thing that came to my mind was the song 'Sweet Child O'Mine' by Guns n' Roses. And no, it's not because of our age difference." he was quick to specify.

The DJ played the song and the rock instrumental echoed through the night.

"If I see anybody recording me, I will do a superman punch to them." Joe threatened everyone and most of the people laughed it off.

'She's got eyes of the bluest skies

As if they thought of reign

I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain

Her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place

Where, as a child, I'd hide

And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by'

Joe just changed one word in the lyrics and brought a whole different meaning to it. I was giggling the whole time and I could feel my friends playfully hitting my arm and throwing jokes. He is such a liar, too. His singing voice sounds more than decent for a damn wrestler.

Of course, he is singing the song in tenor cause there is no way he can do Axl's high pitches. If he were to be a singer, he'd probably do jazz. Completely changing the vibes of it but in the best way possible. This is just so romantic, no pun intended. No one has ever done something like this for me. He actually did many things for me that others didn't.

That's why he is simply the best.

It's already past midnight. The wedding came to its end. I genuinely wished to Cleo and Jer their whole marriage to feel like their wedding cause goddamn, it's been a good while since I had such a great time.

When me and Joe got back in his house, we still had the tipsy spirit in us. I really wanted to take the pretty dress off and feel free. I see my boyfriend already started loosening the buttons of his shirt and pants. When he saw me struggling with my dress, he came to help me unzip it and it fell down on the ground, exposing my bare breasts and the lingerie with the same tone of pink.

I felt Joe pulling me in closer, so I can feel his big body against me. His hands cupped my breasts, almost like I put a bra on and then gave me a few wet kisses on the neck.

"Babygirl, you promised something earlier." he reminded me with his voice low and seductive, sending chills all over my body as he continued kissing my neck and squeezing my boobs harder.

"Mm." I moaned in agreement and I felt him taking my panties off from behind. "I'm all yours." I breathed out and turned to him, so we could kiss each other's lips. His taste like whiskey while mine - like white wine. We are inventing a new cocktail as we speak.

To my surprise, I managed to push him on the bed. I unzipped his white dress shirt, letting his beautiful upper body exposed, and half of his unique tattoo out.

I also slid down his unzipped pants and lossen belt. Couldn't help but stare at the view from his already formed erection.

"Already?" my jaw slightly dropped. Either I am a sex symbol in disguise or Joe will always be erectile functional...way too functional. Eventually, I took the boxers off, too before they get ripped by his own length.

"Already." he replied quietly. He stood in a sitting position at the corner of his king-sized bed while I was still standing. Joe ran his big hands, gently examining and admiring my body.

I felt the wetness forming down my core, so I didn't wait any longer and slowly sat on his dick, carefully taking it in.

Both of us were a groaning mess. Me because I still haven't fully adjusted to that monstrous length and Joe because the tightness must feel beyond incredible for him.

I was taking deep breaths until the awesomly painful entrance to feel like a strong embrace.

"I missed this so much" I released a breathy moan, collecting my composure and sligtlg fastening my pace of riding.

Up.

Down.

"Not more than me, I believe." Joe replied and we exchanged a kiss. He firmly gripped my hips and our bodies were stuck to each other like a glue and exchanging heat waves like radiators.

Up.

Down.

Joe let out a loud groan again. I know I must be killing him with this technique mixed with clutching. I've been attending some yoga classes lately and there was one about riding a man. The words of the teacher that we should make it like a dance, and the focus is the hips still echo in my mind.

I was certain I was gonna try this on him and judging by his reactions, he enjoys it and I haven't even fastened the pace...yet.

As I moved more quickly, the sounds of clapping spread through the room. Joe's breathing intensified as well as my moans because that shit feels truly magnificent.

"Babygirl..." he finally spoke. He is usually very, very talkative in the bedroom but this time he is rather silent and I think this may be a good sign.

The volcano of cum that just erupted in my insides confirmed it for me that he loved this and just a bit after that, I also exploded in pleasure, my sounds filling the whole mansion most definitely just how Joe is filling me up.

This dick may be a little too big for me but it for sure hits the spot every single time.

My man let out another groan and pulled us both down on the bed, so we could lay. With his dick still in me. We love to do this after we finish and not to pull it out immediately.

"Where did you learn all that?" he seemed genuinely shocked. I let out a chuckle and fixed a strand of his already loosened hair.

"Those yoga classes turned out to be more enriching than I foresaw." I replied.

"This is dangerous. You are dangerous. I barely could control myself. I wanted to extend the experience but good God, you are stronger than me." he concluded and looked slightly terrified. I, of course, enjoyed his little breakdown he was having.

"Is this funny to you, Miss Heyman?" Joe's eyebrows furrowed and I swear I could see a glimpse of Roman. I bursted out laughing. "Okay, have your fun but get ready for round two." he just threatened me with a good time.

THE END.

[mrsparrasblog]

MAKAROV X PRICE DAUGHTER FINAL PART (PRICE ENDING) 

TW: Blood, dead

previous part part one

As Price watched your wedding from afar, a thousand thoughts swept through him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of regret for the moments he had missed in your life, the milestones he hadn't been there to witness. But amidst the regret, there was love and pride in seeing you so radiant, even if the circumstances were far from ideal. You grew up to be a beautiful woman like he always imagined; you were graceful, confident, and full of joy. If this wedding were just something different, something he could be happy about, god, he would rather have married you off to some bloke than a fucking terrorist.

His mind raced with thoughts of how he could have intervened earlier and how he could have protected you from falling into the hands of a man like Vladimir Makarov. Yet he knew deep down that you were strong, resilient, and had made your own choices, even if they weren't the ones he would have wanted for you. Thoughts flowed through his brain: did you choose him freely? Did you know what Makarov was? Why did you vanish from the world? You probably had Stockholm syndrome; there wouldn’t be a chance in hell that his sweet, smart girl fell in love willingly with a man like Makarov.

As he wiped away his tears, Price made a silent vow to himself. He may not have been your protector in the past, but he would be damned if he didn't become your guardian now.

He waited what felt like ages for him to finally see you for a second alone. You were headed to the bathroom, and the wide wedding dress mopped the floor. Makarov was speaking to some politicians, and that was his only chance. He gave Ghost the agreed signal: don’t hurt Civis; kill that bastard and save you.

He heard you vomiting, so he walked inside the bathroom. He already knew what it meant, but he didn’t want to think or even believe this, there was a different time to sort out that problem.

You turned around, being sure that Vlad had intruded on your space. He was always so overprotective, but you knew he would be even worse after this news, but did you really mind? 

You gasped as you saw him—your father. He looked older than you remembered; he had more wrinkles, worried eyes, and a completely unshaven beard. "Dad?“

"Oh God, Sweetie, “ he said, almost running the few steps over to you. He embraced you in a tight hug, trying his best to hide his tears. Everyone believed you were dead; they wanted him to mourn you, hold a wake to you, and finally declare you dead but he knew you were alive, and now you stood there in front of him, with a confused look in your beautiful eyes—but alive.

"I didn't think you would make it, Dad,“ you said bluntly while mustering him. It had been so long since you last saw him.

"Are you hurt? Did he do anything to you?“ He started to grab your arms, pulling the sleeves up, looking for any bruises or any indication that Makarov had hurt you. God, he personally wanted to gut that bastard out.

"No Dad, Im fine; Vlad would never hurt me.“ 

"He is a terrorist, Sweetie; he kills for money.“

"I know, but he has his reasons, Dad. He never would hurt me or do something bad without a reason.“

He looked towards you with a saddened expression, taking your delicate hands in his calloused ones. "Look, I get it. You had a rough time, didn’t you? Your head tricked you into thinking that you love him and that he is this prince from a fairytale, but he isn't; none of this is real.“ 

You were fuming at this accusation. How had he the audacity on your wedding day?"I'm not stupid, Dad.“

"You're not stupid; you’re brave.“

"He doesn’t hurt me; he protects me and takes care of me, Dad.“

"And what if he changes his mind? If you’ll be the victim of his actions? Please see reason.“

"At least he doesn’t leave me all the time." Spite and pure spite made you say these words: You always loved your dad more than anything else in your life, but he left you; he loved Tina more; he never cared about you; at least that's what you thought.

"Im sorry- I really am for being such a shitty Dad to you, but I love you more than anything, and I know you deserve a better old man, but you also deserve better than marrying a man who isn’t capable of loving. Come home with me; I divorced your stepmom; I will retire okay; no more deployment; no more war; just you and me and Tina if she wants to stay with us,“ he pleaded. He wanted you so bad to agree.

"Dad, I can't; I'm pregnant." You told him the news, and you were sure he would give up by that, but his expression didn’t change, almost as if he already knew.

"Sweetie, I'll help you, okay? And you can still see Vlad just come home, even if it's just for a bit, okay?“ He didn’t know how to help you anymore; besides lying to you, he knew it would stain your relationship even more, but right now, everything that counted was to have you leave this place.“

"You really would.“

"Of course.“ 

"Thank you, Dad,“ you mumbled and stood up on your way to leave the bathroom to tell Vlad that your Dad kinda accepts him for the baby's sake.

"Wait“

"Hm?“

"Let your old man hug you,“ with that, he pulled you into one of his famous bear hugs, softly stroking your beautiful hair.

When you left the bathroom, you saw Vlad, the supposed love of your life, your husband limp on the ground. The guards lay dead in different corners, and the wedding party was gone. You were only gone for 20 minutes, and everything was ruined.

You ran over to Vlad, hugging his limp body, trying to search for a pulse or anything but gone. You pressed his body closer to yours, and your eyes slowly started to build tears. The sobs only grew louder as you mumbled I love you all over and over again in Russian to him. You weren’t even sure if you were able to tell him that you loved him, and now he is gone. „You lied to me, Dad,“ was all you said to the military man in front of you, who looked at you like you were a zoo animal. Your white dress had already turned the prettiest shade of maroon.

Your Dad walked towards you, trying to pick you up, but you didn’t want to leave Vlad's body. 

"He is dead, Sweetie.“ he crunched next to you.

"You lied to me.“

"I know,“ he picked you up, ignoring your protest, but he also held you the whole night while you cried in his arms, not for one second judging you that you fell in love with Vlad, never dismissing your grief; he was for once in your life there for you.

————————————

1 year later 

You moved in with your Dad again, he indeed retired from the military. His friend and aunt Kate helped at first, but now you managed, even got your old job back that you loved so much. Your Dad sent you to therapy, and after a while, you got it—this wasn’t love, this was fear—and you're free now. This made you resent the baby inside your belly first, but when little James was born, everything was different, and you didn’t connect him with Vlad.

You were afraid your Dad wouldn’t accept little James, but he did. He carried him proudly around, showing it off to his old squad, especially the new Captain of the squad, Captain MacTavish, or anything like that. Your Dad always carried a pacifier in his bag, always a picture of James, Tina, and you in his wallet. He was finally at peace, and so were you.

The End

So this is Price ending , its the first fanfic Drabble whatever I finished, and through the whole process I thought what if my reader don't like the ending, what if its lame or anything but then I thought you don't need always Drama for a good fic or an different love interest ending, sometimes the ending is just good because she finally has what she always craved a family bond.

Tag list: @multifand0midi07 , @whos-fran , @cassiecasluciluce , @the-faceless-bride , @paintlavillered

[thoughtfulchaos773]

The Art of a Slowburn 2.0

Twd spoilers ahead that talk more about the TWD showrunners' idea behind Richonne and comparisons with Sydney and Carmy. Spoilers for TWD but if you don't care feel free because these comparisons are something else, IMO.

Scott Gimple, the showrunner, always planned for Richonne, planting the idea when Michonne arrived in season 3. By season 4, he started dropping more obvious hints about them becoming a couple, similar to how Sydcarmy develops. He says season 4 is when he started to 'solidify' the ship.

Point 1- The writers show you these two think about each other when they're not around.

It starts in Season 4, where the writers hint at themes of growth. Hershel tells Rick that broken things can still grow, symbolizing a broken family planting the seeds for a new plant.

When Hershel says this, Michonne arrives from her road trip and gives Rick a shaver (plays later into the story)

Now Rick thinking of Michonne. In the cannon episode where they kiss in Seaon 6, it's clear that Rick is thinking of Michonne during his run. A run is when survivors take a day to find supplies for the community.

Rick is experiencing highs and lows while searching for the toothpaste that Michonne requested from him that morning. With these two ships, the emphasis is on thinking of each other, being thoughtful even when they are apart.

I figured this was the message because, in the episode where Rick and Michonne become a couple, Denise asks Rick and Daryl to get soda for her girlfriend since she mentioned it in her sleep. They're highlighting the importance of being thoughtful in relationships and paying attention to the one you love.

Richonne: The shaver and toothpaste signify that they are thinking of each other.

Sydcaarmy: The margins and the jacket say that Sydney and Carmy consider each other.

Sydcarmy: one- Marcus hints at relationships are special when they're paying attention to each other. In the same episode, we get Sydney thinking of Carmy and go out of her way to change something that's an inconvenience for Carmy. While Carmy sees the desire Sydney has for a nice Chefs jacket.

Point 2- Emphasis on the couple taking in each other's appearances

I’m still in disbelief that some people claim Richonne came out of nowhere. It seems obvious to me that Michonne has been thinking about Rick and his appearance, especially when she brought him a shaver. Then, a season later, he shaves, and they give the audience a moment to take in Rick through Michonne’s eyes.

Compare this to Sdydcarmy-Carmy, who has been checking out Sydney Adamu since he first saw her - he tells Tina she's dressed like Sydney. Buys her nice jacket, makes a sauce resembling her polka dot headscarves. Carmy looks at Sydney and considers her appearance (i think he finds her cute)

Point 2: The blocking of a wedding and the officiant.

The Bear: This reads as Richie and Natalie, who knows Carmy best, setting up the wedding for Sydney and Carmy.

The Walking Dead: Season 5(the fire is getting hot) When Rick and Michonne arrive in this new community, Deanna, the town leader, asks Rick and Michonne to be partners. Rick is the first to say let's do it. They're blocked where they're across from each other. Friends around them as they commit to a partnership.

Point 3- A person hinting at the love of their life being their best friend

TWD: In Season 6- there is a moment that solidifies Michonne's feelings for Rick. Early in the episode, a member of her community os trying to return home to his wife. He explains to Michonne that his wife was his best friend first and helped him escape a dark time in his life. As he speaks, Michonne reflects on his words, suggesting that she is thinking about her own relationship with Rick.

The Bear There are two key moments that stand out. First, there’s Claire mentioning that Fak claimed he was Carmy's best friend. Then he says no, Claire waits to hear more, and he can't answer.

Then, we have Sydney chatting with Luca, who's super curious about who she leans on besides her dad. Sydney can't answer. Sydney thinks she has no one, but as the seasons roll on, it becomes pretty clear that Carmy is actually her best friend, and she’s his too. It’s all going to get a lot louder as the story unfolds!

I'm okay/Sydcarmy checking in

Being in sync with one another. Checking in to make sure your person is okay because if you're okay I'm okay. We're part of each other. We complete each other.

Note that when Carmy is not fine, Sydney is not fine and vice versa. 2x10 when he's in that walk in, he's freaking out, and so his Sydney in her own way she's able to keep calm, but the nervousness catches up to her that Carmy left her alone They're in sync, and when they're not, the other person feels it.

I'm still with you/I won't let you

The Walking Dead: Set in season 5. Slow music plays as sunlight filters between them while Michonne promises Rick that she will be there for him, even in his darkest moments.

The Bear: Can we ever get over the table scene where Carmy promises Sydney he will be there for her in her darkest days? Being there for her is one of Carmy’s main objectives in the show.

Honary note: Before Michonne says I'm still with you she tells Rick- I believe you can find a way- scratch that- WE can find way.

While Carmy tells Sydney the moment before I won't let you. We'll work on it.

Both ships have a heavy empahsis as seasons pass on we and ours. Telling us theyre equals and its a partnership.

So do you see the slowburn? Reply, reblog, like. I love my richonne team and sydcarmy.

[faerygrant]

having a family with carmy thoughts and headcanons pt.1

summary: engagement, wedding, honeymoon, baby!

౨ৎ Carmen doesn’t propose until 5 years into the relationship! Which although felt like a longtime ended up being worth it, as he had been through extensive therapy and had learned to deal with his anxiety and family traumas.

౨ৎ The wedding is simple and spontaneous, early morning, family heirloom rings at the courthouse. With Nat and Pete being the witnesses. Carmen’s on edge most of that morning until Pete talks him down, which you’re thankful for.

౨ৎ The reception likewise is a simple affair held in Nat and Pete’s spacious backyard. Bright fairy lights are strewn about the garden, long tables laid out for family, friends and staff from the bear. You’d insisted on having a champagne tower, which Carmy had kindly instructed Richie and Fak to put together, to your surprise it had gone well, leaving guests in awe.

౨ৎ The cake was Millefeuille, a classic for Italian weddings, it was the only thing that Carmen had explicitly asked for during the wedding prep and you were happy to oblige. The catering was courtesy of Sydney and Tina and by the looks of the satisfied guests it was a hit. Carmen’s family sat across one large table, so did your family and friends, meanwhile the staff of the Bear had their own.

౨ৎ After your first dance, which Carmen had been apprehensive about from the beginning had actually gone well, the two of you made your way over to greet the guests. The staff were all smiles as they conversate amongst each other, Richie cracking jokes with them as he went back and forth between their table and the family one, Tina and Sydney chatting lightly and Fak and Ebra rating the desserts for Marcus, who was kind enough to prepare an array of treats for the occasion.

౨ৎ By the end of the night you’d ended up in Sydney’s arms, blackout drunk, while Carmen who didn’t drink much, save for a few flutes of champagne, bid the guests goodbye on your behalf. You didn’t remember much except Sugar and Syd helping you out of your dress and getting your settled into the car with Carmy.

౨ৎ The honeymoon is short but memorable, due to yours and Carmen’s hectic work schedules. Spent in the South of France, the two of you bond over food, wine and ofcourse the art. It’s so calming for you to see him so at ease, not on edge and genuinely relaxed, being surrounded by the two things he loved most, food and art, he really was in his element.

౨ৎ The conversation of kids is never brought up, but you see the longing glances Carmen gives his niece and nephew, or the genuine smiles he gives when Richie shows him one of Eva’s many accomplishments. Giving you hope, that maybe someday he’d be open to having some of his own.

౨ৎ Your world is turned upside down when during an early summer morning you’re awoken by violent fits of illness. Throwing up into the toilet bowl while experiencing the most painful acid reflux in your life. You’re tired and upset and Carmen’s freaking out, opting to call in for the day incase you’d come down with a bug, as to not get the rest of the staff sick. When the sickness persists however and Carmen doesn’t seem to be getting sick, he goes back to work and that’s when you notice something strange.

౨ৎ A little red punctuation mark had been missing for a month now and that’s when you knew you’d have to take a test, for better or for worse. So once Carmy had left for the restaurant you’d scrambled to CVS for the test and taken it in the bathroom because you couldn’t wait for the results.

౨ৎ Explaining that you were 3+ weeks pregnant to your husband with commitment issues, anxiety, ptsd and familial trauma was nerve wracking. You didn’t know how to do it, when to do it and honestly you’d contemplated just placing the test on his side table and hiding in the attic of your new home, but alas you couldn’t.

౨ৎ Carmen’s day off was the day you’d deicided to come clean, he could tell you were still feeling well but thankfully hadn’t put two and two together. So early in the morning after making him breakfast you’d sat him down and cut to the chase. It’s safe to say that tears were shed, good and bad and after guiding him through breathing exercises his therapist had taught the both of you, you were able to get him to calm down.

౨ৎ He admitted that he was scared and you were so glad he was able to be so vulnerable with you, in sharing his fears and doubts. You assured him, held each other and made promises you’d hope the other could keep. As the months of your pregnancy passed you saw growth in Carmy, he lit up at the ultrasounds, cried from joy during the first scan, went above and beyond for your private gender reveal and was so hands on when it came to nursery duty.

౨ৎ Valentina Berzatto’s arrival took place during the early hours of the 14th of February, Valentine’s Day. Hence the name Valentina. (Also to stick to his Italian roots) you were exhausted, carmen was in tears as he laid his daughter against his bare chest as you watched the two of them, feeling so thankful for your family.

౨ৎ Your parents had come in about the same time as Sugar, Pete and their kids, all of whom were all smiles carrying with them; gifts and flowers in tow. The cousins were so excited to meet the baby, squealing and giggling as their parents assisted them in taking turns to hold her. Your parents were equally as excited, snapping photos of the ordeal, congratulating both you and Carmy.

౨ৎ Valentina hadn’t met the staff of the bear till her 3rd day on earth, as the two of you had been so exhausted and all you both seemed to do was sleep. So Carmy had offered for his staff to come visit the hospital around afternoon before the two of you fell asleep. Tina was the first to come say hi, happily taking her namesake into her arms and cooing in delight. Before she had passed the baby back to Carmen to fuss over you and ensure you were feeling okay. Sydney was as expected, frightened but excited for the both of you, she was scared to hold Val at first, but Carmen insisted she wouldn’t harm her so she did, smiling at you when your baby had opened her eyes and stretched while in Syds arms.

౨ৎ The boys from the bear were as expected, obnoxious in their introduction to Valentina. Richie and Fak insisted on showing up in suits to make a good first impression on their “niece” to which Carmy had just rolled his eyes and smiled. Richie however was dead serious and you were pretty sure you’d seen a stray tear fall from his eyes, when he first held the baby (which he was quick to cover up). You smiled in joy however when you witnessed him take Carmy aside, hugging him tightly and letting him know that Mikey would’ve been “fuckin’ proud.”

౨ৎ The first few months of parenthood aren’t easy on the two of you, at all. Carmen is caught up at work, while you’re left with Valentina for hours on end most days. Carmen tries, he really does, to keep you happy, taken care of and make you feel supported but he gets consumed by his work too often. The fourth month in particular is hardest on you, Val suffers bouts of colic daily, Carmen is nonstop at the bear and getting his attention is near impossible and you’re just utterly exhausted. That’s when Carmen and Nat find you curled up in a ball beside Val’s bassinet one day after work. You’re distraught, disheveled and inconsolable, while your daughter sleeps soundly.

౨ৎ Carmen genuinely feels like he’d failed in life, the sight had him so fucking scared that he thought you would do something tragic. He immediately takes time off work, spending most his mornings and nights feeding, burping and soothing your baby. He stays by your side throughout the day, ensuring you’ve eaten, bathed and had some alone time away from the baby. After the heartbreaking scene from that evening, Nat had sat him down after he’d had a full blown panic attack and warned him of the consequences of postpartum, and gave him tips on ways he support you through it.

౨ৎ As Valentina approached ten months it was clear to the both of you that your girl had quite the personality. The two of you spent most of your days together, seeing daddy off to work in the early mornings before a feed, followed by a diaper change. Tummy time was Val’s favourite and you always snapped photos of her gummy smile to send to her dad. Nap time was your personal favourite due to the few hours of baby free peace you got, it was made even better when Carmen’s lunch would fall under this time, giving the two of you some time to be together.

౨ৎ Both you and Carmen did bath time together, Valentina splashing around happily as the two of you happily allowed her to soak you, every time. After lots of water, bubbles and smooches, you have Carmen sit in and quietly read to your girl as you feed her before bed in her cozy rocking chair, courtesy of Donna (one of many things she’d spontaneously brought over for the baby during a fit of hysteria)

let me know if you’d like a part 2!

[miscellaneoussmp]

I can see the Forever and Bad wedding now, actually. And it goes something like this (Edit: This fic was made before January 5th 2024.):

It's decorated in black and white, straight down the middle. Those in bright smiles sit in the bright white! What a happy wedding this is! It's perfect! Those without smiles sit in the darkness. This isn't a wedding at all. It's going to end up a funeral.

Cellbit stands on Bad's side, even if he's supposed to be Forever's best man. He can't bring himself to stand in the blinding white. They aren't his friends. Those aren't their smiles. He misses their actual smiles. He wishes he could stand with them. He's wearing almost all black. This feels like a funeral.

Jaiden stands at the altar. She's the officiant. Her smile is small, and she hates the fact that she feels like she's almost forcing it. She is wearing grey, a mix of the happy couple's colors. It's a happy occasion, a wedding. Why are people crying like it's a funeral?

Foolish stands next to Cellbit. He's wearing black at Bad's request, afterall he's Bad's best man. He doesn't like that it feels like a funeral. This is his idea, but he doesn't like how sad it feels. He wishes he could stand in the white. He wishes he could pretend this is a happy wedding. He knows it's a funeral.

Pac stands next to Forever, where Cellbit is supposed to be. It's not perfect, but it's fine! He gets it! He really does! Cellbit just wants to support Bad, one of his oldest friends! His nails are digging into his palm. Why is that? Everything is fine! It's Forever's special day! His wedding! That's why he's wearing a different shade of white, to not outshine his friend. What a happy wedding!

Tina stands at the end of the aisle. She doesn't like wearing black. It's not typically her color. Mouse stands at the end of the aisle. She doesn't usually wear all black. She prefers black as an accent color. Tina is holding a wicker basket of flower petals. Mouse is holding a pillow with two rings atop it. Tina pretends not to notice the tears running down Mouse's face. Mouse pretends not to notice how Tina's smile looks so terrified. They're in the roles found at a wedding, yet they're dressed for a funeral.

Phil walks up the aisle with Bad in tow. He decided to be the one to walk their friend up the aisle. He's not used to wearing black, but he thinks it fits. He noticed how Bad hadn't talked all day. It's fine, he doesn't have to be happy. If it all goes well, this will become a funeral, not stay a wedding.

Forever stands at the altar, in front of Bad. He can't believe it! They're getting married! How perfect! It's perfect! Bad isn't smiling, though. That's okay! He'll start smiling when they're officially married! They didn't even stop the clock joke for his wedding, how rude. Jaiden's voice is really nice! He's so happy she agreed to be the officiant!

"If there is any reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Etoiles stands from his seat, sword already drawn. He ignores the sound of other weapons being drawn and gasps and cries and sounds of people grabbing explosives. This wedding will become a funeral, it doesn't matter how. It's not truly a funeral if the end goal is almost like a rebirth, is it?

Quesadilla Island wedding tradition states that there should be at least one death and explosion at a wedding. Sometimes, people outdo their own traditions.

[bestmusicalworldcup]

This is the preliminary list of entries for the Best Opening Number Tournament. In the event an incorrect song is listed or you otherwise want to litigate what the correct opening number actually is, I will give until April 2nd for you to do so.

1973 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee 3 Small Words 30/90 A Cautionary Tale A Comedy Tonight A Man Of No Importance A Million Miles from Heaven A Rumor in St. Petersburg A Word to the Wise Add Át! (Nyitány) Alexander Hamilton All the Livelong Day And You Don’t Even Know It Another Day of Sun Another Op'ning, Another Show Anybody Have A Map? Aquarius Backstage Babble Bah Humbug! Be the Hero Beautiful Belle Bikini Bottom Day Blow Born to Lead Busy Woman Can't Wait Carrying the Banner Circle of Life Comedy Tonight Company Concerto in F Deep Beneath the City/Not There Yet Deliver Us Denton U.S.A. Don't Stop Me Down in New Orleans Dream a Little Harder Epiphany Every Story is A Love Story Everybody's Got the Right Ex-Wives Falsettoland/About Time Fancy Dress Fathoms Below Fathoms Below Feut of een Vent Finland Four Jews in a Room Bitching Frozen Heart Fugue for Tinhorns Genetic Repo Man Give Them What They Want Gone to Oregon Good Morning Baltimore Good Morning, Good Day Goodbye, Eddie, Goodbye Goosebumps Grease Half as Big as Life Hannibal Hannibal Happiness Hard Work Heaven on their Minds Hello Here Right Now High School is Killing Me House of Borden I Don't Know I Dream of a World I Hope I Get It I Need a Life I Need to Know I Want to Be I Wonder What the King Is Doing Tonight If You Can Find Me I'm Here Il se passe quelque chose à Monopolis Impress Me In In the Heights Intermission Song Invocation and Instructions to the Audience It All Comes Back (Opening) It Sucks to Be Me It's Your Wedding Day Itt vagyunk (Nyitány)

Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats Jet Song Just Another Day Just Leave Everything to Me Just Like it Was Before Karnak's Dream of Life Le temps des cathédrales Leave Let There Be Light On My Feet Live in Living Color Live Like This (Opening) Madame Guillotine Madrid is My Mama Magic Time Magic to Do Mama Who Bore Me Marvin’s Giddy Seizures Me and My Town Menni kéne Merano Merrily We Roll Along Miracle More Than Survive Murder Ballad No One Mourns the Wicked Not for the Life of Me Nyitány O Virga ac Diadema Oh My God (You Guys) Oh the Things You Can Think Oh What A Circus Oh, What A Beautiful Morning One By One Opening (The Secret Garden) Opening Number (Tootsie) Overture/All That Jazz Overture/Food Glorious Food Peace on Earth Penser l’impossible Pieces of Lives Populism Yeah Yeah Prelude Prelude: The Ballad of Sweeney Todd Prepare Ye the Way of the Lord Prológ (Abigél) Prológ - Nem szabad félni! Kuksi dala Prolog (Elisabeth) Prologue (Great Comet) Prologue (Little Shop of Horrors) Prologue / The Day I Got Expelled Prologue: "Into the Woods" Prologue: Frogs Have So Much Spring (The "Spring" Song) Prologue: Once Upon a December Prologue: Ragtime Prologue/A Warning to the Audience Prologue/Any Dream Will Do Prologue/Invisible Prologue/Jet Song Prologue/The Launching Punjabi Wedding Song Reefer Madness Road to Hell Roaring On Rock Island Santa Fe (Prologue) Science Fiction/Double Feature Scrooge Seesaw Selling Out Shiver My Timbers Sit Down John Skater Planet Some Kind of Paradise Spies Are Forever Springle Ring Still Hurting Sunday In the Park With George Superhero Girl Take Me To Heaven Te kit választanál Tear Me Down The Advantages of Floating in the Middle of the Sea The Bells of Notre Dame The Bells of Notre Dame The Family Madrigal The Forest The Girl Who Drove Away The Greatest Show The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals The Old Red Hills Of Home The Oldest Orphan in the John Grier Home The Pajama Game/Racing With the Clock The Sound of Music The Stars Look Down The Sweetest Sounds The Tickle Me Wiggly Jingle The Turning of the Key The Virginia Company There Will Be Sun There You Are There's a House This is Halloween Thneedville Tina's Mother To Be Me Too Much Exposition Tower of Babble Town Tradition Tulsa '67 Tune Up #1 Untitled Opening Number Vérone Vuelie/Let the Sun Shine On Was für ein Kind We Are What We Are We Dance We Start Today We're in the Money Welcome To The Renaissance Welcome to the Rock Welcome to Wonder Land West of Words What Are the Odds What Are You Thirsty For? What Time is It? What’s Inside When I Climb to the Top of Mount Rock When You're an Addams Where is the Justice Wilkommen Willamania Work Song (Look Down) Worst Team Ever You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown Your Day Your Day In Court

[its-pinkyyy]

I need a Bob's burgers episode where Felix and Gayle are together.Like they met at some vet or some shit(Felix tried to pass Lulu off as a regular dog).Like they'd start dating and Felix decides they should get married for some reason(he is unaware that Gayle is Linda's sister.And that Gayle made out with Calvin),Gayle excitedly agrees(which Felix is slightly put off by).Gayle starts talking about how she's gonna finally get married and that she's so happy,but she hasn't once said who she's getting married to yet.At the same time,Mr.Fischoeder and Felix walk into the restaurant,Calvin says that Felix is getting married and they need someone to cater(Calvin in the man of honour and he's forcing Felix to get Bob to cater).Cut back to Gayle,she's freaking out because she doesn't have anyone to be her maid of honor or her bridemaids,and because of this Gayle might stop the wedding,but Linda reassures her that everything will be ok,and that she can be her maid of honour and that she can get Gayle brides maids.Gayle responds with "Y-you'd really do that for me?..",sniffling.And Linda is obviously like yes!you're my sister,and whatnot.If you're asking what the kids are doing throughout this whole episode,they're trying to figure out who Gayle's marrying so they can make sure she's not marrying a weirdo.They start putting together the peices together than Gayle is gonna marry Felix,since they both take place at the same and the same time,and that the really vague way Gayle describes Felix ,that it matches up with him.And that when Mr.Fischoeder and occasionally came into the restaurant to discuss with Bob about the details of the catering of the wedding,when Bob asks him who Felix is marrying,he responds with something like "I don't know some brunnette" or some shit,with a little hand movement.There's probably some other details that lead to the conclusion that Gayle and Felix are marrying each other.But when the kids realize that that's what's happening,they rush to Linda(they don't go to Bob since he's probably out with the Fischoeders or something),trying to get her to listen to them,but she's probably on the phone with Ginger or Gretchen.She tells them to go away cause she's on the phone.The Bob plot is basically Calvin,Felix,and Bob driving around town getting stuff that Felix wants for the wedding,both non food related things.Felix has a long list of foods that Bob wants to have at the wedding,fancier stuff than bob usually makes(Gayle just wants shrimp and stuff for shrimp),so bob has to cook A LOT.There'd be a lot of scenes where Calvin and Bob would be left alone together,but not entirely sure what would happen in those interactions yet.Calvin probably thinks he's not going to go through with the marriage like how Felix doesn't go through with all other things,but he thinks it be funny to see him try with this.Bob thinks its sweet that Felix is really excited about getting married to his partner even though he doesn't know who that is,and he thinks Calvin should just let him be with the Felix not going through with anything thing.Calvin decides to humor Bob with that.When the wedding comes its pretty fancy but pretty eclectic,it emenates both Gayle and Felix's chaos.It's at Calvin's estate or somewhere fancy and unique.Gayle would be wearing like a version of that shrimp dress,but its fancier and bejewelled,he hair is done in that one fashion she has it in in Tina's story in the Gayle Tales.Felix would have a shiny suit that's the same color on with a bejewelled broach of Gayle's cat Jean Paw'd Van Damme.Gayle's nervous,the part where'd she walk down the isle was soon and she was nervous,Linda reassures her and whatnot,and convinces Gayle everything is going to go great.The wedding would start a little before sunset,and when Gayle and Felix would say their vows and shit.To Calvin's surprise Felix actually goes through with this. And then there's a final scene in the episode.

"Im...surprised.." Linda says as she looks from far away at Gayle and Felix.

"mmm..." Bob is standing next to linda

"Cant say I am!Only thing I'm surprised is that he actually had the BALLS to do it!" Calvin stood next to Bob,a arm slung around Bob as he frequently did,in the other hand he was holding a glass of wine or a cocktail of some sort.

"Just surprised it was Felix,you know?"

"I suppose that's fair afterall,lady burger."

"Mom,we literally tried to tell you earlier!" "Yeah!And you didn't listen."

"At least they're happy together.And they make a cute couple."

"GAH!Tina! I don't want Felix as a uncle!He's weird!"

"They probably wont last long together.Felix can never stick to something for too long.So don't fret,child of bob.I doubt we'll be family for too long."

"Does this mean we don't have to pay rent?"

"No.No.You still will."

"Mmm..."

"Oh don't be so annoyed Bob."

If you cant tell I didnt really know what to write for Bob.

Gayle and Felix make each other worse.They have a really odd relationship,because just look at them of course they would.

Anyway I hope you likey.

[daman19942]

All the wedding preparations are done and everyone has arrived at 3 Parrots Pier in their best formal wear! Carmelo greets his brother and Best Man, Joaco, and Groomsman Avri is already embarrassing himself on the microphone. Carmelo finds Tina (who looks stunning with her hair and dress) and its time for the ceremony.

(Please ignore the popped balloons and Carmelo's dads shamelessly checking out Orlando before the ceremony starts.)

(But also, please notice how perfectly the wedding statue on the table resembles each of them, with red and black hair. I did not plan that!)

[am0ralexis]

The Wedding (fluff) 🩷

The chapel was bathed in soft, golden hues as sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the polished wooden pews. The air was thick with the scent of fresh roses and lavender, a delicate fragrance that seemed to wrap around every guest like a warm embrace. At the altar, Alex stood nervously, his fingers fidgeting with the cufflinks of his tailored tuxedo. His beanie, a rare absence today, had been replaced by a neatly styled tuft of dark hair, though his signature charm still shone through his anxious smile.

Roier, his best man, leaned in slightly, whispering, “Relax, man. You’re about to marry the love of your life. This is the good part.” Alex chuckled nervously, his eyes darting to the closed double doors at the back of the chapel. “What if I cry like an idiot?” he muttered, his voice barely audible. Roier smirked, patting his shoulder. “You’re going to cry. Own it. It’s endearing.”

The groomsmen—Missa, Mariana, and Carre—stood to Alex’s left, each radiating their own brand of calm support. Missa, ever the chaotic but warm-hearted presence, gave Alex a thumbs-up, his expressive eyebrows lifting in encouragement. Mariana and Carre exchanged knowing glances, their quiet confidence a reassuring presence. Across from them, the bridesmaids—Rivers, Tina, and Alex’s sister—stood poised, their soft pastel dresses complementing the floral decorations perfectly. Rivers, with her ever-present charisma, winked at Alex, as if to say, “You’ve got this.”

The music began to swell, a gentle orchestral rendition of Alex and Y/N’s favorite song. The guests rose to their feet, their collective breath held in anticipation. The double doors creaked open, and there you were.

Y/N.

Time seemed to slow as you stepped into the aisle, your gown catching the light like it was woven from stardust. The delicate lace hugged your figure perfectly, the train trailing behind you in a soft cascade of fabric. Your veil framed your face, but it couldn’t hide the radiant smile that lit up the room. Every step you took seemed to echo in Alex’s chest, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure everyone could hear it.

Alex’s breath hitched, his eyes welling up almost instantly. “Oh, no,” he whispered, his voice trembling as he blinked back tears. Roier chuckled under his breath, handing him a tissue discreetly. “Told you,” he teased, but Alex barely registered it. His attention was solely on you, his fiancée, his soon-to-be wife.

The closer you got, the more Alex’s resolve crumbled. By the time you reached the altar, he was openly weeping, his hands clasped over his mouth as if to hold back the flood of emotions. You smiled at him, your own eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Hey,” you whispered, your voice soft but steady. “You’re supposed to save the crying for the vows.”

Alex laughed through his tears, sniffing loudly as he reached for your hands. “You’re just... so beautiful,” he managed to choke out, his voice breaking. The guests laughed softly, their own emotions stirred by the raw sincerity in his words.

The officiant cleared their throat gently, signaling the beginning of the ceremony. But for a moment, it was just the two of you, lost in each other’s gaze. Alex’s hands trembled as he held yours, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles like he was memorizing the feel of your skin. “I can’t believe this is real,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s real,” you assured him, squeezing his hands gently. “And it’s forever.”

The officiant began to speak, their words weaving through the room like a thread binding the two of you together. But as the ceremony progressed, Alex couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. Every detail—the way your necklace caught the light, the subtle scent of your perfume, the way your lips curved into a shy smile when you caught him staring—it all felt like a dream he never wanted to wake up from.

When it came time for the vows, Alex’s hands shook as he unfolded the piece of paper he’d spent weeks agonizing over. “Y/N,” he began, his voice quivering, “I... I don’t know how to put into words how much you mean to me. You’re my best friend, my safe place, my reason for everything. You make me want to be better, to do better. And today, standing here with you... I feel like the luckiest person in the world.”

You blinked back tears, your heart swelling with love for this man who wore his heart so openly on his sleeve. “Alex,”you began, your voice steady despite the emotion bubbling up inside you, “you’ve always been my rock, my partner in every sense of the word. With you, I feel like I can conquer anything. You’ve shown me what it means to love and be loved, and today, I can’t wait to start this new chapter with you.”

The exchange of rings was a blur of gold and whispered promises, the weight of the bands on your fingers a tangible reminder of the commitment you were making. And then, finally, the words you’d been waiting for: “You may now kiss the bride.”

Alex hesitated for a split second, his eyes searching yours for permission, before leaning in. The kiss was soft and sweet, a perfect blend of love and excitement for the future. The room erupted into applause, but all you could focus on was the warmth of Alex’s lips against yours and the way his hands cradled your face like you were the most precious thing in the world.

As you pulled away, Alex rested his forehead against yours, his breath shaky but his smile radiant. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your heart full to bursting.

The reception was a whirlwind of laughter, dancing, and heartfelt toasts. Rivers and Tina delivered a hilarious and touching speech as your bridesmaids, while Missa and Roier teased Alex relentlessly in their own speeches. But through it all, Alex never strayed far from your side, his hand finding yours as if by instinct.

As the night wound down and the guests began to drift away, Alex pulled you onto the dance floor for one last dance. The music was slow and sweet, the kind that made the world feel like it was just the two of you. He held you close, his chin resting on your head as you swayed together.

“Are you happy?” he asked softly, his voice a gentle rumble in your ear.

You looked up at him, your smile answering before your words. “The happiest.”

Alex’s eyes searched yours, his expression softening with something deeper than happiness. “Good,” he whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “Because I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you stay that way.”

[ninja-assassin]

my wips are a disaster so please help me pick the next fic i work on based on the first lines

Sam woke to a stubborn buzzing at his wrist. He checked his Apple Watch. Incoming call from Adam Chase.

“No, I am not going to say I’m bad at 2-D platformers.”

Ben had had the privilege of seeing a great deal of wonderful, magical, knee-buckling sights in his life. But none of them quite compare to the sight of Sam undone in front of him.

“That’s Slime. And that’s Ludwig—” Aiden cut him off. “It’s you.”

Ben had no idea when it started. Okay, that was a fucking lie. He had some idea. When he moved in with Adam, for one thing.

Maybe it was because he saw them all the time, but Foolish had never looked at one of the wedding dresses he'd designed and felt truly floored by its beauty. Not until he saw Tina wearing one.

[morgueofstories]

Dark Farfadream Royalty AU

So the Dark Farfadream Royalty AU won by a landslide so I will be talking about that. Be warned this will contain some dark themes like non/con, torture, miscarriage mentions, and just Dream going through the wringer for this idea

TW mentions of rape, miscarriage, and torture in graphic detail read at your own risk

Farfadox is the Demon King who came out victorious in a war against the kingdom of Essempi. To not have the kingdom destroyed, the nobles agree to a list of demands the Demon King has given them, one of the demands being they give him a bride because his previous spouse died and he has no heirs to his throne.

On the final day before departure, Farfadox is handed his bride who he notices is dressed in a wedding dress too big that covers the bride completely. The bride has a veil covering their face but Farfadox can see that his bride-to-be is trembling in fear as they are pushed into the Demon King's arms, ignoring the snide remarks from the soldiers who brought him his bride, he lifts the veil covering their face to see beautiful emerald green eyes filled with tears staring back at him. His bride's face is heavily scarred but to Farfadox, his bride is one of the most beautiful people in the world he has seen

OR

Dream, Essempi's princess turned prince has been locked away in prison after his family was overthrown and executed by the NotFound family with him only being alive due to the NotFound family's son who took an interest in him. After an incident, Dream was tortured and assaulted for many years until he was given to Farfadox being told he wouldn't even survive the first night

Side Notes:

Dream is trans but he was misgendered during his imprisonment and when he is offered to Farfadox he doesn't bother trying to correct him whenever Farfadox addresses him as a 'she'

The reason why Farfadox wasn't enraged when Dream was given to him as his bride after being told Dream was a prisoner is that in demon culture it's not uncommon for their people to sometimes marry slaves; Farfadox's father was a gladiator slave before his mother married him

During his time imprisoned, Dream was impregnated against his will and had multiple kids which are Ranboo (kicked out of the house at a young age due to how 'different' he looked and now lives in the forest at the edge of a village), Connor (living in fear with his dad who is a raging alcoholic), Hannah and Tina (half-sisters who are constantly abused by their stepmother but their half-sister Sylvee tries her best to keep them safe even if it means taking the brunt of her mother's abuse) and Yogurt (who was actually the only consensual pregnancy Dream had with Fundy after Fundy was forced by his dad Wilbur to sleep with Dream)

The reason why Dream was saved from being executed was because George had seen Dream once as a kid and wanted him as his wife, so another kid was executed in Dream's place. Over the course of a year after the rebellion he gets close to Dream and when he tries to initiate sex Dream gets scared, lashes out and on accident breaks George's nose; this then leads to Dream getting raped by George, beaten by some knights who then are given permission to use him as they see fit

Before Dream is sent off to Farfadox, he is gang-raped for hours and was told he was sent off because he couldn't produce any more kids so Dream doesn't say a word to Farfadox about the assault until a couple months later he wakes up feeling nauseous and finds out he is pregnant (it's George's kid) but loses the baby a couple weeks later

Techno is Dream's Godfather and emperor of the Antartic Empire, a small kingdom. He was devastated when he heard of the rebellion and execution but he couldn't declare war as his kingdom was smaller and not as powerful compared to Essempi

Farfadox and Dream eventually work things out and Dream gets all the help he needs to fully heal and a couple years later the two have sex and eventually Dream gets pregnant with twins

My inbox is open for asks so feel free to ask me anything about this au as this is one that I've been fleshing out for a while and will publish after Wither Roses is done

[writingboutbrainrot]

All of Me Loaves All of You [ch3]

[ch0 | NOW ON A03]

Now of course, this was Tina’s wedding. Which meant there had to be a horse involved. And not just Jericho, who had given his blessing for the bride to ride a real horse down the aisle while he sat in the audience - front row. And so now Louise found herself hoisting Tina up across an admittedly lovely multi-colored horse. Tina’s lavender dress and rose-gold tulle train were striking against the black and white fur of the Irish Cob, as Louise’d been told.

What was odd was the second horse standing out of the trailer. But when she asked the lady from Rent-A-ppaloose she was told they didn’t like to be too far from each other. That was good enough for Louise. Some couples were just super codependent.

Louise stood in a deeper purple dress, hair done up not as elaborately as Tina’s -who Gretchen put extensions on in order to braid and twist and cascade- but it was still a nice half-up/half-down. It had her feeling not too bad about not having her beanie for another night.

She looked from Tina up on her horse, to Bob who was next to them and holding the reins. His eyes were shiny with the tears welling, but he was holding it together better than everyone thought he would. Louise might lose the pool on that one, but oh well. She already won the “when will Linda burst” pool. That woman was way too predictable. It happened when the bridal party took their pictures.

“Whelp that’s it. I’ll see you two crazy kids at the other end of the aisle. Don’t biff it at the home stretch,” she bantered, giving a very gentle nudge to their dad’s shoulder before going to get in line behind the floral arch.

Which of course put her back into Logan’s vicinity. She did her best to not let it bother her when she caught him grinning at her. Except it bugged her a little because it didn’t feel like a grin where he was about to say some dumb remark. It felt more genuine and like a…smile? Was she reading that expression right? Didn’t matter, she opened her mouth as the music started up.

“Damn that color looks so bad on you.” They stepped forward.

To her surprise, he just nodded and shrugged, “Honey isn’t really my color, but I knew that when I agreed to the job.” They stepped forward again.

“Job? Ha, I don’t think anyone would or should pay you to wear that.” They stepped forward again.

“You’d rather I take this off then?” Logan teased, pulling the lapels of the jacket forward as he raised his right brow. Seeing her mouth gaped open, he dropped everything and cleared his throat. He didn’t know what came over him. Louise obviously didn’t either, since she froze and nearly missed their cue to walk the aisle.

They walked in silence the rest of the way, both focusing on their steps and replaying that moment.

They stood on their marks and watched as Zeke walked down the aisle in a rose-gold suit, a few sprigs of lavender pinned on the pocket. Then watched as the music shifted into something magical and everyone stood. Bob, Tina and the horse made their way down the aisle. Louise couldn’t help but think about how beautiful her sister looked up there. With her rose-gold laced veil flowing behind her and the sun casting what seemed like the perfect light, she looked so ethereal. 

Zeke helped Bob help Tina off the horse, both men had eyes so red that you’d think they’d been poked repeatedly for the past hour. Louise wouldn’t admit that her eyes had also watered. She opted to look away as Tina and Zeke carefully stepped to the altar. It was then that she noticed both Andy and Ollie standing at the end of Zeke’s line. Louise had been so busy with everything else that she forgot the twins were a part of this. It made sense though, as they were every part Zeke’s brothers as they were Jimmy Jr’s. Next to them was cousin Leslie. Then Logan, whose misty eyes made contact with hers and forced her to look into the crowd. Which was full of mostly familiar faces. The parents of both parties, Gene, an empty seat for Jericho, Teddy and Kathleen, Mort, Marshmallow, Trev…

Louise did a double take. The Pesto twins made perfect sense being here, but the long time honorary Pesto who was still mostly just an acquaintance to Zeke and Tina? Louise narrowed her eyes. Something was up.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today-” the officiator had started and was cut off by a sudden crescendo of music and a whinny.

“To rock your socks off!” declared one Jimothy Pesto Jr from the back of that second black-and-white Irish Cob Louise had questioned before. He was dressed in the same color as Zeke and Louise took a step to stop him from shimmying to the altar, but Susmita put an arm out and nodded at the couple. To her surprise, Tina and Zeke looked excited to see their best friend crashing their wedding.

“Sorry Louise, it was a big surprise,” the older woman whispered.

I’ll say, Louise thought as she watched the three of them situate themselves in a very rehearsed manner at the altar. She was going to have some very choice words for the bride later. Both as a maid of honor and as a sister.

The rest of the ceremony went smoothly. Vows were said (Zeke did indeed tell a shortened version of when Tina helped him get the Wagstaff mascot costume for his grandma, who cheered from the audience), rings were slipped on fingers, and kissing happened. Louise looked away at that. Tina was kind enough to keep it pg for everyone, but it still wasn't something Louise preferred seeing. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw Logan smirking in her direction. Probably finding it funny that she still shied at watching her sister be intimate on any level, but she had gotten more than enough of that in their childhood thank you very much.

-x-x-x-

After the party had filed back down the aisle and into the rec building, Louise beelined for the “ladies room”. She wasn’t as careful at opening the door this time, half shoving it open before she thought about how Tina could be just behind it and eased up. Her sister barely got a “hey” out before Louise went off.

“T what the actual hell?! I thought Jimmy Jr couldn’t be your best man at the last minute because he had a dance thing!” Somewhere in that sentence someone had tried to open the door, but Louise heard it close again so she assumed they decided now wasn’t the best time to change into reception clothes. Arms crossed, she raised a brow to clue Tina in that she was waiting for a response.

When the newly not-Belcher gave a classic groan, Louise just sighed and dropped her arms back to her sides. “Tina. Did you know the entire time that Logan was going to be the best man?”

Turning her face ceiling-ward, Tina cleared her throat. “Uh, no? We made a list first and then narrowed it down to him.” She braved a glance at her usually volatile sister. When she didn’t look ready to lunge for Tina, she let out the breath she was holding.

“Who all knew?”

“Me, Zeke, Jimmy Jr, Susmita, Andy and Ollie, Leslie, Trevor, Dad and Logan.” Thorough, as usual. She hoped Louise wasn’t going to make that into a hitlist. Louise was certainly thinking about it.

“And why, praytell dear sister, was my nemesis the chosen one for this?” Her tone was a little too sweet for Tina’s liking. The one that was just before something diabolical.

Tina gulped. “I, uh, thought you’d look best dancing with him for the reception number?” Quickly she added, “Like you wouldn’t look ready to maul any of the other bridesmaids for touching him if we put you with someone else. Ahah.”

For the second time in as many days, Louise clutched her imaginary pearls. “Tina! I can’t believe you would think that I cared if anyone so much as looked at Logan, let alone was subjected to dancing with him.”

Admittedly, Tina looked a little smug at this. “I didn’t say anything about anyone looking at him.”

Aghast, the younger sister sputtered for a moment. “Cement-ticks, T.”

Then she spun around and opened the door to see Susmita, Tammy and Jocelynn all looking at their nails or phones suspiciously.

“Meeting’s over, everyone get in and get changed,” she barked. They all filed in, continuing to not make eye contact with her. Rolling her eyes, she closed the door and got into a regular blouse and dress pants. All chatter was graciously on Tina and how great the ceremony went.

-x-x-x-

Soon the guests were seated in the ballroom. Louise had Gene and Logan on walkie talkies, giving orders and getting everyone into position. She may be furious with a choice few people in the building, but she was willing to put that aside to make sure every second of Tina’s big day went butter smooth. She’d deal with the loads of betrayal later. 

“Alright Gene, make with the emcee. Logan, fuck this up and I’ll end your family line.” 

Before getting a confirmation from her sibling, Logan buzzed in. “You hear something Gene? Over.”

“Uuhhh no? Over,” was heard in reply, along with snickers from both Gene and Alex.

Louise pinched her nose and growled into her mic, “I swear to the scariest being you can think of, if the two of you don’t get your shit together right now then I will bury your bodies under Wonder Wharf where no one will find them. Over.”

There was a beat before Logan piped up, “Right. Yep. Hear you loud and clear!” Sheepishly, and perhaps cautiously, he added an “Over.”

Hearing the beat to a Men4Eva song start up, Louise tossed the talkie aside and motioned for Tammy and Jocelynn to go out the door to dance their way to Andy and Ollie in the middle of the dance floor. Susmita was next as Louise gave Tina a tight hug.

“I’ll pay you back when you least expect it,” she whispered. Tina got whiplash from how fast her youngest sibling went from that to a cheerful “Break a leg,” before she stepped out the door.

Having practiced the choreography for weeks, Louise wanted to slam her head into a wall. She should’ve known Jimmy Jr was still involved somehow with how extravagant the pre-reception dance number was. Hell, Louise was pretty sure most weddings didn’t even do anything like this. Not like she’d been to many, but Teddy and Kathleen’s was definitely more laid back than this.

Instead, she sucked it up and took a breath as she met Logan. 

[ ch4]

[qsmpincorrect]

Tina: You don't think I can fight because of my gender!

Foolish: I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. For what it's worth, I don't think Roier could fight in that dress either.

Roier: Perhaps not. But I would make a radiant bride.

[keirawantstocry]

Little wholesome suggestion

Pancake polycule(+Baghera if you want) during Bagi and Tina's wedding. Bagi and Tina are the only ones who believe in marriage but the others are there too, not only they are physically there but Bagi and Tina put references of their girls all around the weeding decoration and in their dresses too.

actually obsessed with this. hope you know that

Bagi smiled at the feeling of Tina’s lips against her temple. “Are you ready honey?” 

Tina nodded earnestly. “So ready, my love.” She reached down and brushed her skirt out. The dress was a gorgeous white with sewed lining of Baghera and Jaiden’s feathers. Niki hand sewed the dresses by herself, sewing in old pearls of hers into their trains. Mouse had taken some of her most valuable jewels up from hell that couldn’t even be found anywhere on Earth. It was a tribute to all of them, every girl currently smiling at them from the audience, dressed up in their own vibrant dresses and suits. Empanada had thrown the petals, a combination of each girl’s favorite flower. Gorgeous. She grinned up at both of them with a wide smile as Jaiden started her introduction. 

“Ladies, gentlemen… we are gathered here today in celebration of our beloved girls.” She smiled so softly at them. 

Bagi and Tina turned to face each other, hand in hand. 

“We are uniting them in the holiest of unions in sight of everyone they hold dear.” 

Bagi squeezed Tina’s hands excitedly. “Let’s do this.” 

“I want to love you through the rest of our lives together,” Bagi promised. 

“We will love each other through the rest of our lives together,” Tina reassured. “We have our families by our sides.” 

[happiestplacehq]

A WARM INVITATION EVENT

'It is with great joy that we invite you, NAME & plus one, to join James Hook and Tina Bell on the first day of the rest of their lives together.'

A deep green envelope, sealed with a sprig of lavender between gold wax, arrives in the mail. There is a faint smell of honeysuckle as the envelope is opened, revealing a finely crafted invitation, written in the most perfect handwriting one could imagine.

'Join us for a celebration on Saturday 19th April. Follow the fairy lights to the glade behind 24 Juniper Lane from 1.15pm. Please RSVP to James by 23rd March. The wedding ceremony will begin at 2pm precisely, followed by a cocktail hour with complementary drinks at 3pm. Dinner will be served at 5pm. Those arriving for the reception party should arrive at 6.30pm for a night of dancing. Dress-Code: Formal. Please wear an item with either green or gold. We look forward to your response, lovingly, James & Tina.'

An OOC information post will be made shortly with OOC details for players. This event will take place between Monday 7th and Sunday 20th April OOC. In character, this event will have taken place on April 19th. All characters are invited to be a part of this event, whether they have pre-established connections to Tina and James or not. Do please message Naomi and I if you would like to sort any connections before the event.

As part of last month's poll, there was a unanimous vote for an event in which characters are paired for interaction, so this will happen during this event (more details on the way) so that everyone has an opportunity to take part and interact in new ways.

A plot drop will also be revealed during this event.

If your characters will be attending, please reply to this post with their names so we can add them into the "seating chart"!