#married at first sight?

[eggsareround]

all i'm saying is that Keith sat on the couch one time while Lance watched something like Bridgerton or Say Yes To The Dress and was like 'this shit sucks Lance, why're you watching this?' and then like five minutes later he'd be raging cause the Duke didn't want to marry Daphne or because the bride went like 30k over the budget. He's the classic boyfriend who says he doesn't like his partners tv shows, and then stands behind the couch for like thirty minutes to make sure he doesn't miss anything.

[nelkcats]

And they were roommates

After years of living on his own in the Infinite Realms, something strange began to happen to the retired hero. Every time Danny closed his eyes to sleep, a life that was not his own played in his head. And he began to see memories of someone who had passed away, from his birth to his death. That would be fine if he didn't remember the dreams in such detail.

Unfortunately when the first dream kept repeating itself continuously, and Danny investigated, he discovered that it was not a normal nightmare and was the life of someone real. Someone who wanted a closure.

Every time he woke up, he found himself feeling the same as in the dream. Which led him to do a couple of things: yell at Nocturne (who strangely had nothing to do with it), annoy Clockwork (who was definitely involved), and solve crimes that had been deemed "impossible", and bring them to an appropriate end.

The police were extremely confused when a note from "Sleepy King" was next to the evidence of a cold case. The truth is that Danny wanted to sleep, and the souls were extremely insistent about their 'unfinished business' that came to haunt him in his sleep.

Every time he cracked a case he earned a few hours of uninterrupted sleep or downright disturbing memories, but that wasn't enough. Unfortunately, it seemed that solving the cases was only attracting more souls, and he was starting to regret wanting to help. He had ended his life as a hero for a reason.

Usually his notes to the police would say something along the lines of "I'm doing this for me, not for you, good night" or some similar nonsense. The halfa was tired, very very tired, dreaming with memories wasn't fun or pretty, it was exhausting, the deaths made his skin crawl and his insomnia worse. He didn't want to relive the deaths of anyone else, but he had no way to scare away the souls.

When Martha Wayne showed up in his dreams showing him about a "court of owls" Danny made up his mind. This had to stop. He had been a hero but he retired. And it wasn't that he hated the souls, he just wanted to sleep, the mental exhaustion was too much.

So he did the stupidest thing possible: he hired Constantine (pretending to be a fairly normal human client, getting his attention after offering a lot of alcohol and some useless books from the Realms as payment) to make him a dream catcher or some wizard thing. All he wanted was something to help him sleep.

Constantine couldn't do that of course. The hellbazer was disturbed by the man with more than three hundred avenging spirits swarming. That was fucked up. So he offered him the only solution he could think of: inviting him to sleep at his house. A place where spirits could not pass without permission. It wasn't a permanent fix, but it would work for a while.

John had no idea why he was doing so much for a client (inviting him to his house? bold move), but the man looked so desperate, and he was fucking cute. If he could get an adventure or two out of it he wouldn't complain.

Constantine's guest bed felt like heaven to the halfa, despite being almost destroyed. Danny repeatedly thanked, and before they both knew it: they were roomies, lived in the same place, took turns cooking or cleaning, etc. They grew comfortable with each other to the point that Danny answered Justice League Dark's calls on a few occasions.

And well, if Constantine stopped rushing to find a long-term solution that was his business, and his alone, okay? Zatanna's comment asking when he got married was fucking out of place.

[functionalasfuck]

I just want to know who the script writer is for Marry My Husband. They are doing SO WELL with genuine romantic relationship development beats that so many other romance script writers miss or bulldoze over.

[roslamm]

quick sketches of bees

a moment from the 3 series.. yes

And just some sweet

[veryberryjelly]

lookin' for something dumb to do

married at first strike - the wedding

jamie tartt x fem!reader | minimal use of y/n | 2.8k

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

A vision of white stared back at you in your reflection. 

For a long time you dreamed about this, but this was never the way you planned for it to go down. 

Initially you thought as a child that you would find someone you really loved, spend weeks planning your wedding with them and get married in a beautiful ceremony. 

You never imagined being surrounded by cameras for the entirety of your wedding day. Or that at the end of the isle would be a complete stranger. 

“You look beautiful, babe” you heard from behind you, turning your attention to the origin of the voice. 

Your friend, and bridesmaid, florence. 

Alice and your other bridesmaids were dressed up in a beautiful deep red that matched the colour on your nails and the colours dotted throughout your bouquet. 

“Thanks, flo.” you answered as you shook out your hands in hopes of getting rid of the wave of nerves wracking your body. 

She seemed to notice the nerves in your system as she approached you and took your hands in hers. “ it’s going to be okay, y/n. This guy has been chosen for you, and you’re awesome. Worst case scenario, you lose two weeks, one of which you’ll spend on a honeymoon. Best case scenario, you fall madly in love with this guy. “ 

Her words were more comforting than you anticipated, and your hands stilled in her own. 

Her take on it calmed your shaking. 

Before you had a chance to think anymore on it, a production assistant told you that it was time. 

Now or never. 

The walk to the car was short, and the drive seemed even shorter. You were less than ten minutes away from committing to someone you had never met. 

And that ten minutes went by very fast. 

Before you knew it your car pulled up the the venue and you were being led through to the beginning of what you hoped could be the rest of your life. 

Voices could be heard on the other side of the door, some light laughter from your friends and family calming your nerves.

It seemed the closest people in your life were getting along with whoever was stood at the altar waiting for you. 

You waited for a cue, which was given in the form of a hand on your back and the sound of the people on the other side of the door shuffling around. 

When the doors opened, everything faded. The nerves, the shaking hands. It all dissipated.

You had to put all of your trust in the matchmakers. 

And as you made your way down the aisle, you realised your trust was in the right place. 

The man who stood at the other end of the room had your smile widening past the limits of your face.

He was dressed impeccably, a simple black suit with a red tie that matched the entire wedding. 

As you neared the altar you were able to make out his face and he was absolutely gorgeous, his bone structure something that would make Michelangelo weep. 

Once you were stood in front of him you tried to manage your smile but it was very hard. 

But a smile mirroring your own appeared on your grooms face. 

“ hi “ you beamed

“ alright. ‘M jamie “ he replied, a thick Mancunian accent hanging off of his words. 

“ y/n “ 

“ you look beautiful y/n “ 

His words caused your cheeks to blush and you hid your face from his view momentarily before looking back up at him with a bashful grin. 

“ Thank you, jamie. You look very handsome “ 

Soft laughs bubbled from both of you as you heard some muttering from both sides of the guests. 

Everyone was cut off by the officiant you hadn’t clocked until now 

“ I am very happy to formally welcome you all here today as y/n and Jamie make the ultimate commitment to one another “ 

Her words had your hands shaking slightly as your gaze darted back to Jamie. 

You caught him looking back at you and a set of smiles broke out on your faces. 

“ Y/n, i now invite you to share your vows with Jamie “ 

A set of index cards was handed to you, the vows you had poured over lining the paper. 

After a deep breath you spoke up. 

“ Jamie, i’m sure this is not how either of us imagined finding someone to spend our lives with, but now that i’m here, i’m excited to go on this journey with you..No secrets here, I'll be awkward at first but once you get to know me I will do my best to give you lots of love and make every day more enjoyable than the last. a little about me, i’m a typical brit in that i am confident tea is better than coffee and i enjoy rain over sunshine. But you have better luck finding me in a bookshop than a pub. And i hope your strong because i’ll need help carrying the books home“ 

Quiet laughs came from your friends and when your eyes lifted from the paper you found Jamie chuckling too. 

“ The time I don't spend reading, i’m taking care of blythe. Even if she tries her best to read with me, I don't think dogs have that capability. “ another chuckle from jamie had your smile widening “ but don’t worry, i’m sure she’ll love you as long as you don’t hurt her mum or take her spot on the sofa “ 

“ wouldn’t dare “ he replies, a smirk beaming across his face

You handed your index cards back to the officiant and let out a shuddering breath as she handed an identical set of cards to jamie. 

“ Jamie, i now invite you to share your vows with y/n “ 

“ Y/n, First I want to thank you for taking a huge risk as we stand here together as complete strangers, placing our faith into the experts .i’m not perfect, but parts of me are pretty fucking awesome “ a laugh bubbled past your lips along with everyone else witnessing the two of you “ I want to assure you that I'm here for genuine reasons. The experiment and you are now my priority. I hope that no matter what the outcome, if we put our best foot forward and take care of one another then we can never lose."

How words brought a burning feeling to the spot behind your eyes. You didn’t think someone you just met could make you feel so assured in what you were doing. 

“ please place these rings on each others fingers as a sign of your commitment to each other and the experiment “ 

A hand was put out between the two of you holding two rings, both yours and Jamie's hands brushed as you collected the rings. 

Jamie took your hand in his first, sliding your ring onto your ring finger before you did the same to him. 

You couldn’t resist flashing your new ring to your side of the room with an excited smile.

When you were brought back to look at jamie he was spinning his ring around his finger, assuming he was getting used to wearing it. 

“ you may now seal this union with your first kiss “

Somehow you had forgotten about this part in your pre-wedding jitters, but almost instantly, you felt one of Jamie's hands rest on your waist while the other lifted to lightly rest on your cheek. 

His lips pressed onto yours in a soft and tender kiss that you truly weren’t expecting. 

With your wedding party being small, this all felt a million times more intimate. 

When you pulled back you could not wipe the smile off of your face as you took Jamie's hand in yours and walked back down the aisle with a grin prominent on your lips. 

You didn’t have much time to try and talk to Jamie before you were both pulled away for photos. 

Somehow poses that would be awkward with anyone seemed just flat out ridiculous as you two stood in front of the camera in undeniably romantic and cheesy poses

You knew for a fact that most of these photos would be the both of you laughing or recovering from a laughing fit. 

“ who’d’ve thought that romantic poses would be awkward for two people who’ve never met before “ 

Jamie’s words had another laugh bubbling past your lips. 

“ yeah, it’s like no one thought how uncomfortable it would be for two strangers to be pressed up against each other like this. “ 

Your arms were currently looped over Jamie's shoulders with his firmly around your waist while a photographer called instructions out at the two of you. 

There was not a hint of a gap between you as said photographer had continued to push the two of you closer and closer together. 

Thankfully, it didn’t last too long and the two of you were ushered towards your wedding reception. 

When the two of you walked in you were met with your families. 

What shocked you to see was everyone in the room integrating as if they weren’t two separate entities half an hour ago. 

Your friend Flo was talking to a short bubbly woman in pink and a gruff looking gentleman. 

Your parents talking with two people you could only assume to be Jamie's parents. 

Suddenly, this all became very real. You and Jamie weren’t the only people this union impacted. 

It impacted everyone in this room and that definitely scared you.

Once everyone realised the bride and groom had entered, the mood shifted and suddenly everyone’s eyes were on the pair of you. 

While 10 sets of eyes might not seem like a lot, when half of them were complete strangers who loved the man you were standing next to. 

His hand tugged at yours slightly which snapped you out of your fear riddled freeze. 

You followed Jamie to the table set up at the head of the room. Because of how little your wedding party was, there was only one table, made of four, that was ultimately a big square with a hole in the centre. 

Music played softly throughout the room, a song you weren't able to name but it was definitely a welcome addition to your wedding playlist. 

Everyone fell into a casual conversation, allowing yourself and jamie to actually get to know each other a bit. 

“ so, what do you do ?” you questioned, turning your body to face his slightly in anticipation of this conversation lasting a while. 

Something buffered in jamie’s head. 

You didn’t know who he was. He didn’t realise that could happen. He assumed that most people in england watched football and not to blow his own whistle, but he knew he was quite a big deal in the sport. 

“ i’m a personal trainer “ the lie seemed to slip off of his tongue quite naturally, and when your brows lifted in curiosity, he knew he had gotten away with it. But he decided to get the focus off himself. “ what about you ?” 

“ i’m a baker. I work in a cafe in london, but i’m in the process of buying my own place to open a bakery “ 

His brows lifted similarly to yours at the revelation of your job. “ seriously? That’s sick. ‘Ve you found a place yet ?” 

You shook your head in answer. 

“ no, i haven’t been able to find anywhere good. “ you had visited a bunch of different spaces, but none of them were both within your budget and looked nice. 

You were now thankful that you hadn’t found anywhere as you were truly invested in this experiment and finding love in the man sat next to you. 

Had you found somewhere, you wouldn’t have been able to enjoy this with that hanging over you, not to mention it would tie you to London, and based on jamie’s accent he didn’t live in london. 

“ where do you live ? “ you questioned, needing clarification on how far from you Jamie lived. 

“ richmond, but i was born in manchester “ 

In the grand scheme of things that truly wasn’t that far. 

90 minutes.

If it came down to it, you were not opposed to shifting your life 90 minutes. 

But that was a decision for future you. 

Current you was relishing in the feeling of warmth washing over you every time you caught a glimpse of jamie’s smile. 

The rest of your wedding day went by in a flurry of smiles, laughs and quick kisses between yourself and your new husband. 

As the day drew to a close and everyone grew tired, you found yourself sat outside of the venue with a drink in hand and a tuxedo jacket over your shoulders in an attempt to combat the cold english weather. 

You had wanted to have a private chat with jamie all day just to have a bit more of an intimate chat. You didn’t quite fancy discussing potentially heated and emotional stuff in front of everyone .

“ so i wanted to talk to you about a couple of things before we dive into this..” you began, turning your body a bit more towards where jamie sat beside you on the bench. 

He looked significantly more dishevelled than he had done at the beginning of the day. His tie loose around his neck, his top two buttons undone and his jacket over your shoulders. His hair a lot softer than it had been when you first saw him, the almond-y colours now fluffy and soft around his face. 

“ i’ve been single for 5 years, and that is mainly because i- the last guy i was with was horrible. I was with him for 3 years and by the end of it i was just a shell of myself. I was basically being gaslit for three years.” 

There was a brief silence between the two of you where you were sure you felt the mood shift completely. 

“ i am not going to put up with shit anymore. So i need to know that you’re here for the right reasons, because i do not want to waste anymore time with guys who aren’t serious about a relationship “

Jamie seemed to turn to stone across from you, as though you had spouted medusa’s snakes from your head. 

You were unsure if it was the confronting nature of your words or just a general buffering as he tried to think of what to say. 

But the silence between you was cut short when you felt jamie’s hand resting on the fabric of your dress over your knee. 

“ i’m here for you, to make this work. I’m not here to waste either of our time “ 

His words made your heart swell and you felt drawn to him, your face inching closer to his until your lips met delicately. 

Your hand appeared from underneath the fabric of jamie’s jacket to rest at the junction between his jaw and his neck. 

His hand moved up from your knee, through the slit of your dress to rest on your thigh. 

That was what caused you to pull away and drop your hand to rest on top of his. 

You stopped it crawling up any further as you shook your head. 

“ not happening “ you said simply, a slightly teasing smile on your lips. 

His brows furrowed softly as though your words baffled him. 

“ you’re fit, no doubt about that. But i met you six hours ago and we may be married but i’m not that kind of girl “ 

“ ‘course. Wasn’t planning to jump you right here. Got meself all caught up “ 

A soft laugh bubbled between the two of you in the quiet evening followed by a small shiver up your spine. 

“ let’s get ya back inside before ya freeze “ jamie suggested, standing from the bench the two of you had been perched on for the last couple of minutes. 

He offered his hand out to you to help you up and placed his hand on the small of your back on the walk inside. 

When you walked in, you found something that made your fingertips tingle. 

You found everyone you had invited to the wedding just dancing slowly in the empty space of the room. 

Your mum dancing with her boyfriend, jamie friends, who had been introduced to you as roy and keeley, swaying to the soft music flooding through the speakers around the room. 

But there was one couple that had caught your eye and caused this tingling feeling in your fingers. 

Florence and jamie’s friend Sam. 

It reminded you that this wasn't something that only impacted you and jamie. 

This would impact everyone around you. 

Whether it ended well or not, it would rock your support system. 

So if you decided that this was going to work on the outside, you were going to do everything in your power to make this the one that lasted.

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[mrghostrat]

AU Writing suggestion? (Perhaps) 👀👀

I've been reading a lot of your work, and you do an incredible job at everything, especially slow-burn. From your work, I couldn't help but think you would write an incredible story of Aziraphale and Crowley in an arranged marriage AU. (Enemies to lovers???) (Whatever era you'd prefer) It may not be your cup of tea, but I wanted to share the idea in case it ever intrigued you.

It would also be a very creative one at that, considering how you're always able to put Good Omens references in your stories in subtle ways. (Those references are always enjoyable to see) Love your work. Keep it up!

rotating this idea in my mind like a microwave

[1pcii]

Zolu aka the most married slowburn to ever romance

[tracingpatternswrites]

Married at first sight | Wolfstar | E

Finally! I'm so excited to start sharing this fic with you all. Special shout-out for @heartofspells and @squintclover who always big me up and cheer me on. I couldn't do even half of what I manage without you two ❤️

Okay, here we go!

Usually, a romance story ends when the couple say I do, but in this case, that's where it starts. Can you marry a total stranger and still make it work? Can a group of experts really find your perfect match? And how do you stay true to yourself when your every move is caught on camera? Join this season of Married at first sight to find out!

Chapter One: The Wedding

Welcome to a new season of Married at First Sight! This week we welcome two hopeful grooms to the show, both looking for that special someone to share the rest of their lives with. We meet paediatrician Sirius Black and secondary school teacher Remus Lupin who both claim they are ready to say I do. The question is if they really are ready to tie the knot or if the rope will break even before they get the chance – join us on the journey this season to find out.

Read on AO3.

[paumpuih-blog]

Saw/Married At First Sight crossover.

[galahadwilder]

Marry Me AU

Look, I liked the webcomic way back when, but I loved the movie. It’s been rent-free in my head all day. Sue me.

*

Marinette is a chronically single up-and-coming designer who had an extra ticket to fashion week after Alya had to back out. She’s not a particular fan of Gabriel designs, and she knows very little about his son except that he’s the guy from the perfume ads and he’s friends with the girl who used to bully her in middle school. Her school friend Wayhem, however, is obsessed with Adrien, and when he found out she had a spare ticket and nobody to go with (Zoe already has a ticket and will be meeting her there) he begs her to let him come and also to go to the Gabriel show with him.

Adrien Agreste is a full-time model who has never really had any control over his life. Everything he does is dictated by his father and his brand team. He’s been told that he will be marrying Chloé Bourgeois to unify the two fashion empires, but he’s really not looking forward to it because Chloé is kind of awful. But he can’t go against his father.

After Marinette finishes a rather successful show, she sets in to enjoy the rest of fashion week, with the singular exception of suffering through the Gabriel show. Wayhem brings a “Marry Me” sign to Adrien’s catwalk run, which—while bizarre—Marinette can’t exactly fault him for given that she did something similar for the Clara Nightingale concert back in 8th grade.

Wayhem and Zoe, who should not have been allowed to meet, spend most of the Gabriel show talking to each other, since Wayhem has finally met someone who actually personally knows Adrien Agreste and has kind of gone feral. Zoe insists he’s actually really nice. Marinette could not give a single crap. Dude’s Chloé’s fiancé. He sucks.

Adrien comes out on the catwalk, and Wayhem hands Marinette the sign so he can take out his phone and start filming.

Partway down his walk, Adrien stops.

His entire life has been managed, set, staged by other people. If he marries Chloé, it’s going to keep being like that—he’s never going to get the chance to make his own decisions, just living the life other people tell him to live. He’s staring into the faces of this crowd, into the face of a life he’s never wanted… and has a full-on mental breakdown.

He sees the girl in the second row—she’s beautiful, one part of his mind notices—holding up a sign that says Marry Me. And before he knows it, he’s making the first decision for himself that he’s ever made—he’s pointing at her, telling her, yes. Yes I will marry you.

Wayhem is screaming. Zoe is screaming. They both bundle a confused and terrified Marinette onto the catwalk, and since Zoe got ordained for the Kitty Section Julerose Wedding Concert she’s able to officiate right there and then. Marinette’s too caught up in the moment to say anything—and then she sees the sadness in Adrien’s eyes, and how excited he seems to be at the prospect of doing this, and she can’t bring herself to say anything other than “I do” when Zoe asks.

The wedding isn’t, technically speaking, legal. But in the eyes of the public… well. The Adrien Agreste just grabbed some nobody out of a crowd at random and married her onstage instead of his glamorous and wealthy fiancée. It’s all anyone in Paris is talking about.

And Marinette is starting to realize that this sad, kind, and—oh yeah, sculpted-out-of-marble hot boy may actually be just the kind of guy she’d given up on looking for…

[bloodpen-to-paper]

Love how there was all this discourse about how Good Omens didn’t have enough explicitly romantic scenes between Crowley and Aziraphale to consider them a couple so the queer rep didn’t count and Neil Gaiman was like “ah shit ok how can I make it obvious this time” and now we have The Sandman

[niallers-irish-potato]

okay but this woman on married at first sight is literally in a huge fight with her husband over a fucking spoon

[zonzolik]

Married at First Sight (T) by @aracloptia - my thoughts/ review/ reaction/ incoherent screaming (with spoilers):

autism coded Azi was soo cute and very relatable (thank you for the representation, even if unintentional)

loved Crowley cooking for Azi and Azi's happy food moans not being sexualized

A: tickety-boo C: *hold up. something's wrong here. my angel isn't happy. how come he isn't happy. gotta do something about it.* me: incoherent screaming

Crowley being unemployed🥺

hate Gabriel's annoying ass

it had me kicking my feet and on the verge of tears

fake relationship trope, my beloved

some quotes I highlighted:

“Calling you pretty. To your face.” “You married me to my face!”

the lack of Crowley for him to look at was becoming increasingly annoying

solid, fake husband ground

Then he stopped to ask himself if he was trying to get over the man or start a fan club.

Crowley had gently pushed him up against the wall, kissing him, and kissing him, and words seemed redundant, somehow

(They had spent about ten minutes in the flat packing up, and the rest of the time doing… other things.) (Twice.)

in conclusion, you should read this.

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

Anakin truly set out the goal to marry Padmé as soon as he first laid his eyes on her. He didn't even interact with her that much to come to the conclusion that he wanted to wed her. As soon as they met again 10 years later, he wasted no time and put a ring on that finger. They didn't even take at least a month; they went straight to marriage. Their romance is essentially a Disney fairytale 😅❤️

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: Married at First Sight

“Well, that was a thing,” Crowley said once they were out of earshot. Without talking about it, they were both heading down the field, towards the lake where the photographer (and likely a few more people from the TV crew) was waiting. “That was a wedding,” Aziraphale replied, surprised at his own annoyance that somebody called a wedding a ‘thing’. “Yeah, obviously, didn’t miss that part,” Crowley said with a shrug, and waved abruptly in Aziraphale’s general direction. “Neither did you, from the looks of it, since you’re dressed like a wedding bride and everything.” “Excuse me, I am a—“ Aziraphale stopped himself, and started over. In which Aziraphale ends up marrying a rude stranger who wears sunglasses.

Length: 146,883 words

AO3 Rating: Teen and Up

Best for: Safe in Public, Comedy, Human AU, Slow Burn

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by Aracloptia

*Minor Spoilers* I've gotta stop being surprised when crack sounding ideas turn out to be really good! I really didn't know if this could pull off the concept. Aziraphale and Crowley are on a tv show where couples are pared up and married before ever meeting. "But Aziraphale would never do that!", I thought before reading this. Yet I very easily accepted his excuse here. He's lonely and fussy, might as well see what this is all about. His excuse boils down to, "I want companionship what about it." This story is not afraid to bring out the bastard in Aziraphale here! He's a total asshole to be frank, he's convinced he knows best and is very holier than thou. It takes Crowley to not only point that out to him, but stay and challenge him on it. I love the little ways they break down each other's walls. How in any other context they would have immediately brushed each other off, but their forced companionship allows them to break their old habits. It's sort of a story of faking it until they make it, but really it's more about stepping outside their comfort zone until they can allow themselves to love and be loved. All the side characters are super fun, I think Newt and Anathema were used very well! Their conflicts are very natural and ties back to the canon well. If you're looking for a fun time, something full of banter, and all the wonderful tension of enemies to lovers, this is perfect. Safe for public, and would be fine to take breaks with!

Read it here, fic by Aracloptia

[bravelittlesoldier]

Steve stands at the altar, sweating bullets. He’s surrounded by his friends: Rob, Dustin, the Hopper-Byers clan, Lucas and Max. His parents, thank fuck, did not want to be involved in this.

He applied to this show as a joke, a drunken dare. “Maybe if you just got married at first sight and had to stay loyal or look like the biggest asshole in the world on national television, you could just enjoy being with one fucking person,” Robin had said.

That was six months ago. And now he was waiting for his life partner to walk down the aisle. While the world watched.

He truly didn’t anticipate seeing a man at the other end. But he was hot. All limbs, long hair, tattooed hands, piercings.

Steve’s mouth drops when the guy - his fiancé (?!) - laughs out loud.

“What the fuck??” the guy cackles as he walks down the aisle, his swaggering form clad in a crisp white suit getting closer and closer. His smile is wide and sinister, like a cats. “This is insane.”

About halfway down the aisle, Steve’s eyes adjust. He knows this guy.

He begins to laugh, too. Big, uncomfortable, and unstoppable.

The officiant innocently asks, “What?”

Steve can’t say anything. Instead, Steve’s fiancé says “We went to high school together. Didn’t know King Steve was gay.”

Steve’s face is red as a tomato. He can’t breathe. Eddie Munson is so pretty. So hot. And remarkably calm.

The next six weeks were going to be a wild fucking ride.