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halfmoth-halfman · 2 years

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a designer dress from heaven and your dirty wedding ring - prologue

Pairing: Mob Boss!Price x F!Reader Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: none Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters. A/N: it's finally here, the mob boss!price series! before we start, i want to give a special thanks to the fabulous @mvtthewmurdvck for letting me rant and rave about peaky blinders while i work on this series, to the amazing @valkyriesregalia and @bubble-dream-inc for reading and giving me feedback, and of course to @uselsshuman's discord girlies for hyping me up and giving me inspiration, i love you guys 💜!! || next

You’ve never been inside the famous club, The 141.

Your father had mentioned it to you a few times when you were a child; you remember the admiration— and jealousy— that laced his voice as he weaved tales of smoky backroom poker games and men who’d skin you alive for looking at them wrong.

You hadn’t believed him then, assuming it to be like all the other fairytales and war stories he told from that worn leather armchair— exaggerated tales meant to teach you lessons he himself never followed.

Now that you’re here, though…

You’d expected better security.

It’s almost laughable how easy it is to get inside. With no one at the front and the doors left unlocked, you waltz into a vision straight from your father’s imagination— all deep red velvet and hazy air carrying the scent of cigar smoke and danger.

It’s surprisingly modern with a vintage feel to it. You should’ve expected as much, but you still find yourself impressed. You weave through the round tables and plush chairs— elegantly decorated with brilliant red flower centerpieces sitting atop white silk tablecloths— making your way to the center of the spacious room.

You have the perfect view of the stage from here— directly in the center. It’s gorgeous: hardwood polished to perfection and bordered by thick, velvet curtains— even in the bright white of the blaring house lights, it’s a sight to behold.

“Um, you can’t be in here— we’re closed!”

The voice startles you, but you maintain your composure, turning slowly—non-threateningly— on your heels with a wide, unassuming smile. A long, half-circle bar stretches across the wall opposite the stage, just up a small set of stairs and past the various game tables, lined with golden railings. The wall behind it is completely covered in shelves of alcohol— some you’re well-acquainted with, some you recognize from your father’s private collection.

And there, gathered at the far right end of the black-quartz bar, are three men dressed in black, staring back at you.

“No one told me,” you smile, gesturing towards the front of the club, “and the doors were open.” The men groan to themselves, then mumble to each other. They glance back at you occasionally; you keep your polite smile taking in the rest of the club as they speak.

“Well,” one of the men— the American one behind the bar with a colorful sleeve tattoo and impressive facial hair— clears his throat. “We’re still closed regardless. One of the boys can see you out.”

The other two stand, the handsome one with light eyes and a brown mohawk making his way toward you.

“I have an interview-” all three pause, shooting glances at one another in silent conversation. You dig through the pockets of your denim jacket, pulling out the folded paper and holding it out to Mohawk. The room lapses into silence, so you add, “S’posed to meet with the owner about a singing gig?”

That takes the man behind the bar by surprise.

Mohawk takes the paper from you, unfolding it to read it over. His brows shoot up, eyes scanning the worn words. He turns, holding the page to the third man—the one with short, curly black hair and a scar on his left cheek— who takes it and skims over it. He glances between the paper and you, between you and the paper.

“I’ve got this,” he addresses the other two.

British, huh?

Not what you’d expected.

“This way,” he smiles at you, all charm and politeness as he folds the paper back up and leads you toward a section of booths tucked against the wall off the right side of the bar. You follow, smiling at Mohawk and Bartender as you go.

You slide in across from your interviewer, taking him in as he settles with his hands folded atop the table. He seems young, maybe a few years younger than yourself, with dark skin and kind, brown eyes.

But you can see the sharpness behind those kind eyes.

You know better than to trust a friendly gaze— your left shoulder aching at the reminder.

“Not gonna lie…I thought you’d be older,” you joke. He arches a brow, curiously narrowing his eyes. “You just seem a little young to own a club.”

“Ah, you caught me,” he laughs. “The owner’s my father, but I handle most of the staffing.”

“Oh! Well—” you extend your hand out to him, “—pleasure to meet you, Mr…?”

“Garrick, but you can just call me Kyle.” He shakes your hand, firm but not too strong—clearly practiced. You retract your hand, letting it fall into your lap. Kyle stares at you expectantly, and you give him your best smile.

It’s only a few seconds, but the silence is almost unbearably awkward.

“And you are?”

“Oh, shit. Right.” Heat floods your cheeks; you hope you haven’t fucked this up already.

“Canary.”

“Canary?” He sounds like he doesn’t believe you; you don’t blame him— you wouldn’t either.

“Yeah, like the bird.”

“I’m familiar.”

“It’s…it was an inside joke between my parents that they ended up liking a little too much,” you explain.

“That’s…sweet,” he smiles, a little less taunting now. “Is there a…last name too, Ms. Canary?”

“No,” you reply immediately, “just Canary.”

“Okay then, Ms. Canary-like-the-bird, do you…have a resumé?”

“Yes, I do.” You dig through your bag, pulling out your resumé and handing it to him. Kyle gives a hum of thanks, reading through it with those sharp eyes.

You hope it’ll do; it took you three whole hours to get it done last night.

“No references?” he asks, briefly glancing up at you.

Shit. You knew you forgot something.

“I…mostly worked solo,” you lie, “but I have a couple cards for people I’ve collaborated with.” You reach for your bag like you’re ready to dig through its contents. There are some cards in there; you’re prepared to give him those, but you’re not prepared to explain why a singer would’ve previously collaborated with a real estate agent and a tattoo parlor that’s been closed for years.

“That’s alright,” Kyle says.

Thank god.

“Have you worked in other clubs before?”

“Just one.”

He looks up, waiting for you to elaborate, but you stay silent, smiling back and adding a few bats of your lashes for good measure. He laughs, quiet and to himself, looking back at your resumé.

“I’ll have to run this by my dad—” He sets the paper down, eyes skimming over it once more, “—is there a number we can reach you at?”

“I don’t have a phone…not yet, anyway.”

Kyle looks up at you, surprise evident, but he masks it with impressive speed.

“Alright, Ms. Canary, one more question for you.” He leans back in the booth, arms crossed over his chest as he looks you over— taking in your appearance bit by bit and committing it to memory.

“What are you running from?”

“I— what?” The smile falters slightly, but you see his eyes dip down to your lips, and you know you’ve been caught.

“No last name, no references, no phone…”

“That doesn’t mean-”

“And we haven’t used these—” he holds up the flyer you’d brought with you, “—since I was a child.”

You drop the smile, hands slowly clenching into fists in your lap— your nails drag across the ripped denim of your jeans to dig into the meat of your palms.

“I’m not running, just…” you pause, searching your mind for the right words. ”Starting over.”

Kyle keeps his eyes trained on you, not moving a muscle. You can tell he wants more information.

If you weren’t so desperate…

“My ex was super shitty, and the divorce got real ugly—real fast,” you sigh. “In the end, I let him have whatever he wanted just for the chance to get out, and, as it turns out, he wanted everything. So…here I am.”

There’s a beat of silence before Kyle lets out a low whistle. “My condolences.”

You can’t help but laugh, a small weight easing off your shoulders.

“Well, the bad news is this flyer’s ancient, and we aren’t looking to hire entertainment at the moment. But the good news: we are in need of a cleaner.”

“You pay in cash?” you ask, noticing the twitch of the corner of his mouth as he bites back a smirk.

“We can keep it off the books, no problem. When can you start?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Perfect.”

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natasha-in-space · 1 year

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Engagement rings headcanons

Was scrolling through the engagement rings with my friendo the other day, and they dared me to choose individual rings for everyone in mm, so here's the result of that silly dare. I know we technically already know about this from the 'mysterious confesson' merch we got, but this was still a very fun exercise to do. These are just my headcanons, and were made solely for fun, don't take my thoughts on this too seriously! :D

Yoosung

Would go with something classy and romantic, probably a bit of vintage, too. He wants your engagement ring to reflect his love for you, which may lead him to become antsy and indecisive when picking one. He doesn't want it to be too expensive, or too cheap. It has to be just right. Poor guy even sketches out a clumsy 'prototype' he shows to the employees, as it's hard to relay his vision across with just words. In the end, he ends up either getting either a classic diamond ring with an infinity band (he thinks it's sweet to include a small detail of your appreciation to each other lasting forever, however cheesy that may sound) or something a bit more vintage and intricate in style. I don't think he would have any preferences concerning the color of metal, so he might go with a mix of white and yellow metal.

Zen

Would definitely go over the top - the man's a true romantic, you can't tell me he hasn't dreamed of his wedding at least a couple of times! He appreciates everything you've done for him, and he wants this ring to show it. He wants this ring to be everything you've ever dreamed of and so much more. Might struggle with high expectations he sets up for himself, which results in him just stressing himself out instead of enjoying the process like he's supposed to. You might have to have a talk with him about that. As for the ring itself, I think he'll go with something pink and soft in color! There's just something that's is so sweet and light whenever he looks at rose gold engagement rings, it makes him instantly think about you. That's when he knows it's the one. After all, pink is the color of romance!

Jaehee

Would get something custom-made, but still pretty traditional. She wants something that would catch your attention, but won't be an inconvenience to wear. She wouldn't stress out too much, and you two would probably agree on a design together, instead of her surprising you with something. You are her partner, and she wants your rings to reflect that. A delicate and easy design is her go-to. But, if you want something eye-catching, that's okay too, as long as it's not a bother to wear. I think she would go with platinum options when it comes to color. It's simple but very pretty to look at. Kind of like you :) She would also like to add custom engravings to your rings. Something to look at and smile as she twirls the ring around her finger. Either a cheesy coordinated phrase (probably out of your favorite musical that you two always quote to each other), or a date of your cafe's opening, as it's the start of her new life that she has managed to achieve thanks to your support.

Jumin

Would get something fancy, but not over the top. He desires fir your ring to not be too simple, as you are worth more than that. Still, he focuses more on the spiritual meaning of the ring rather than its cost. Money's not an issue to him either way, and he knows that you don't care about how expensive this ring will be. Regardless, he wants only the best for you, as you rightfully deserve. Jumin would go for traditional classic designs, as he finds them the most flattering to look at. Might also like boho-styled engagement rings. When it comes to the process of picking one, he won't overthink it too much. He wants the ring to be perfect, no doubt, but he's pretty cool-headed with his search. Might ask Elizabeth to pick out the best design if he's conflicted. With her intricate collection of collars, he knows she has a good sense of elegance. Would probably go for yellow gold variety when it comes to color, as it's the most classy one in his eyes.

Saeyoung

Would go with something simplistic but unique. I am like 70% sure he would create your engagement rings and wedding bands by hand. It just sounds like something Saeyoung would do. Poor guy would probably be the most stressed of all the others. He wants it to be perfect so badly, but he's also indecisive as hell. See, he's mostly non-traditional when it comes to his tastes, but he also really likes the classic styles of rings, not to mention that the idea of a classic traditional wedding makes him feel all emotional on the inside. This issue would probably persist throughout your entire wedding planning, and not just the creation of your engagement rings: he just can't decide which side to take for the life of him. In the end, he'll probably find the middle ground thanks to your help and encouragement. He's gonna let out the biggest sigh of relief once those rings are finally done. And probably cry right after, as he has never thought he would hold anything as precious as an engagement ring meant for his soulmate in his own hands. Would go with white gold for color.

Jihyun

Would go for something custom-made and simple, but still a bit unique in its presentation. I don't think he has much preference when it comes to style, so he's fine with anything you pick. He doesn't want it to be too ostentatious or expensive, however. He strikes me as someone who prefers more modest designs, even if he'd like to sprinkle some custom design choices. It'll depend on your relationship with him, and what makes it unique for you. He wants your rings to reflect that, more than anything else. He wouldn't be anxious while working on the design itself, occasionally asking for your input, as he wants these rings to be the representation of your shared love, not just his own. He might go a bit overboard and come up with a borderline silly-looking design initially, so it'd be best for you to keep him from getting too creative. Can't fault the man for getting carried away. He would probably go for yellow metal, as it reminds him of the sun.

GE Saeran

Would go for something simple, romantic, and vintage-styled. Saeran doesn't know much about the intricacies that go into picking out an engagement ring, so I can imagine he'd get pretty overwhelmed the first time he tries to research the topic on his own. You'll probably end up picking it out together, patiently discussing important details between yourselves. He knows he doesn't want it to be too fancy or eye-catching, and he knows he wants the ring to remind him of your smile whenever he looks at it. His criteria is pretty easy but sweet nonetheless. It's less about the details and more about his inner feelings. He would probably go for a floral-themed ring if he comes across one that catches his eye, but it's not definitive. He would also go for a colored gemstone, mostly because he likes it better that way. He loves the color pink, as it reminds him of the feeling your gentle love, so he will have a preference for rose gold rings, not doubt.

SE Saeran

Would go for something both unique but elegant. Now, Saeran is definitely not picky when it comes to engagement rings. He kind of feels out of his depth here. Still, it is very important to ask for his input and offer for him to pick out some options he likes, even just on a whim. You two will take your time during this process, as there is no need to rush, and he will get overwhelmed from time to time. It's best to take it one small step at a time, not rushing into anything too quickly. He needs to be reminded that he has nothing to worry about, as all that truly matters is your bond with one another. Saeyoung will probably be the one to make your engagement rings for you, as well as your wedding bands. Partially to not stress Saeran too much with all the shopping, as jewelry stores tend to be too bright for the eyes. It'll be a pretty unique and somewhat edgy design but with a touch of soft colors in the mix. Kind of like him.

Rika

Is the type to go over the top but, in reality, she would like something classic and simple. When she's in a good place both physically and mentally, she's very doting, and she's also a hopeless romantic. I'd say she's almost on par with Zen when it comes to her romantic fantasies, which is why she loves his musicals as much as she does. It can be a good thing, but it also makes her prone to perfectionism. She will pick out a very fancy ring that she thinks is good enough for someone as wonderful as you, but... she feels dissatisfied with the result, and that makes her anxious. Rika is a people pleaser, so she tends to make choices with someone else in mind, rather than trusting her own heart. You guys will have to talk about it. It's hard to understand what you like when you've lived your whole life masking as someone you're not. In the end, I think she would go for something simple and elegant, probably also combine the colors she associates with your love. Keep her in check, though, as we all know Rika's design skills are out of this world.

Vanderwood

Weirdly enough? Despite their seemingly simplistic nature, I think they would go for something very unique and even a little odd-looking. Vanderwood is a pretty laid-back person, but all these casual vibes go out the window once it comes down to design. They are very picky with anything that they own in their closet, and engagement rings are on another level completely. They wear leopard print for a reason! I think they would end up getting something custom-made, as it's the easiest way not to stress out over the perfect design. They are not so much nervous as they are choosy. Still, they do have a major soft spot for you, so it's up to you to stir them in the right direction. They would like you to be very involved in the process of deciding on a perfect engagement ring. The end result will still be weird, though. But, the amount of weirdness will depend solely on you. Whether to embrace the weirdness, or to add just a touch of it - it is your choice to make.

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thesimline · 1 year

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A big happy 4th of July to my American simmers! What better way to celebrate than by creating a look book showcasing some of the most notable and iconic first ladies?

CC links under the cut.

Martha Washington was the first first lady of the United States, although the title wasn’t coined until after her death. She took on the social role of the president's wife reluctantly, becoming a national celebrity in the process.

Louisa Adams was born in London and raised in France. In fact she was the only foreign-born first lady until Melania Trump. While serving she took to writing, producing plays, essays, poems, and an autobiography.

Hair | Earrings | Dress | Undershirt & Shoes | Socks (Get To Work)

Mary Todd Lincoln staunchly supported her husband throughout his presidency and was active in keeping national morale high during the Civil War. She was seated next to Abraham when he was infamously assassinated.

Hair | Earrings | Dress

Frances Cleveland is the only first lady to have served in the role during two non-consecutive terms. At just 21 years old when she first starting serving, she is the youngest presidential spouse in American history and the first to actually marry in the White House.

Hair | Dress (retired - direct download) | Gloves (My Wedding Stories)

Nellie Taft was a very progressive woman for her time and was closely involved in the political aspects of the presidency, regularly sitting in on meetings and serving as her husband's closest advisor.

Hair | Earrings | Choker | Dress | Shoes

Mamie Eisenhower was a popular first lady and recognized as a fashion icon, known for her iconic bangs and frequent use of the colour pink.

Hair | Earrings | Dress | Watch (Vintage Glamour) | Shoes (Base Game)

Jackie Kennedy (header) was regarded as an international fashion icon and her work as a cultural ambassador of the United States made her very popular globally. She established the White House Historical Association, which has had a lasting impact on the cultural landscape of the United States.

Hair (Nifty Knitting) | Earrings (Base Game) | Suit

Betty Ford was one of the most candid first ladies in history, commenting on the hot-button issues of the time such as feminism, equal pay, the Equal Rights Amendment, sex, drugs, and abortion. After undergoing her own recovery, she founded and served as the first chair of the board of directors of the Betty Ford Center for substance abuse and addiction.

Hair | Suit | Ring (My Wedding Stories) | Shoes (Base Game)

Michelle Obama worked as an advocate for poverty awareness, education, nutrition, physical activity, and healthy eating during her time as first lady. She also supported American designers and was considered a fashion icon.

Hair | Necklace | Dress | Shoes (Recolour) | Shoes (Mesh - TSR)

With thanks to some amazing creators: @buzzardly28 @simulatedstyles @rustys-cc @serenity-cc @wondercarlotta @joliebean @madlensims @sentate

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hometoursandotherstuff · 2 years

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On the outskirts of Pahrump, Nevada, is a massive sign reading COFFINWOOD and a monstrous menagerie of custom tombstones, refurbished hearses and dangling skeletons. It’s a custom coffin factory, wedding chapel, hearse garage and pet cemetery on the doorstep of Death Valley.

If you drive by at night, flashing lights are synchronized to haunted house music that you can tune into on your car radio.

Coffinwood is the coffin-themed complex of Bryan and Dusty Schoening that includes their home, gardens, garages, workshops, chapel, pet-cemetery, church of the coffin and business “Coffin-It-Up.”

Coffinwood is the fusion of death, fun and romance.

In 1997, Bryan’s parents and dog were tragically killed by a drunk driver. Bryan was revolted by his experience with the funeral industry. In particular, the upselling of poor quality caskets to the grieving.

Years later, his daughter asked him to make a coffin for Halloween. Bryan, a trained carpenter, thought it would be simple, but found the angles and design a rewarding challenge.

Bryan decided to dedicate himself to coffin-making and doing his part to make the funeral experience easier, more affordable and more personalized for others.

Bryan is the only coffin maker in Nevada and one of only a few in the United States. The US is one of the few countries that uses caskets instead of coffins.

What’s the difference? Coffins have 6 sides, usually tapering at the ankles and shoulders so as to reflect the shape of their eternal cargo better, whereas Caskets only have 4 sides. Coffins generally have a removable lid with no hinges and caskets have a bifurcated lid on hinges.

Dusty and Bryan met in California protesting the treatment of Circus Elephants and they have been together for over 30 years. They even have a dedicated grave in their pet cemetery in remembrance of Stoney, an elephant in Las Vegas killed by mishandling.

They share a love of the macabre. Dusty has a collection of 12 Hearses that Bryan helps her refurbish. Four of the vintage hearses are currently driveable.

The couple exudes dedication and romance. There is so much devotion at Coffinwood that people began asking the couple to marry them.

After so many people requested weddings, they began the Church Of The Coffin and Bryan became an ordained minister so they could legally marry couples in their outdoor gazebo chapel shaped like, you guessed it, a coffin.

As American burial culture turns towards cremation and the living want more coffin accoutrement, Coffinwood is evolving. Bryan makes many urns and has also branched out into cabinetry, purses, ring boxes, garden boxes and luggage.

As Coffinwood seeks to enhance our relationship with death, the couple is also seeking to preserve life. Bryan speaks at the local schools about the dangers of impaired driving and the loss of his parents.

He invites the students to Coffinwood for workshops and is serious when he offers a sober, no-judgement ride home anytime.

Most Tuesdays the Church Of The Coffin holds non-denominational services and annually, they bury a themed coffin and put up a headstone to commemorate and celebrate the passing of another year.

Even if you can’t make it to Coffinwood, the recognizable hexagonal, coffin-shaped wedding gazebo and garden planters are visible from GoogleEarth and space.

https://www.messynessychic.com/2022/11/02/whats-up-with-death-valleys-bespoke-coffin-workshop/ and https://www.coffinitup.com/

#coffinwood #tourism nevada #coffin-it-up nevada

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shaadiwish · 3 months

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drewsbuzzcut · 1 year

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My Dear Devoted Delicate

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

Italics are flashbacks! The orange text are the words embroidered in the veil!

warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of being high and drugs but not actually taking drugs, alcohol consumption, being drunk, marriage

Everyone from your bridal party left you alone in your changing room, wanting to grant your wish of having time to yourself before marrying the love of your life. You took the time to write, not your vows, though. You had written your vows in one go about 3 months ago, it was easy to pour your heart out whenever it came to Mat. Therefore, you just wanted to write your overall feelings about the day. Nothing bad, of course.

Excitement rushed through your body, stimulating your heart and supplying you a high like no other drug could. Your fingers clenched into fists every now and then, wanting to have Mat or Nolan in your grasp. God, you couldn’t wait to see Nolan in his little outfit.

You look at yourself in the mirror, smiling at your reflection. You love the way your wedding dress clings to your body. The corseted, backless dress was crafted by you and the most amazing fashion designers, bringing your vision to life and tears to your eyes. The day you tried it on for the first time is never far away in your memory. You were a crying mess. Your best friend, Beverly, was the only one with you, having to wipe away both of your tears. The fabric was perfect as was the fit and the feeling it gave you.

The dress was paired with a beautiful, vintage pearl necklace, gifted to you by Mat’s mom. It was her necklace that she used to wear all the time. It was your “something old.”

Your “something blue” was not for everyone’s eyes. You had a blue 13 embroidered into the back of your panties from your wedding lingerie set. You picked out your lingerie set a while ago, with some help from Mat. He didn’t know about the 13, though. It’d be a pleasant surprise for tonight.

The “something new” and “something borrowed” belonged to Mat. Traditionally, the bride will have all of them, but this is Mat’s day, too, so you wanted him to take part in the little tradition. You gifted Mat a signet ring with an N engraved- standing for Nolan- as his “something new.” Mat’s father let him borrow his pocket square from his and Mat’s mother’s wedding day as his “something borrowed.” You smile giddily, thinking about how eager Mat was to participate.

“Wait… you want me to do what?” Mat asks, confused about what you were talking about.

“It’s an old tradition that’s usually for the bride only, but I think it’d be nice for you to do it with me,” you explain, watching his eyes light up and mouth twitching into a shy smile.

“I want to do it, yeah!”

You throw your body into his, hugging him around his neck. You can feel his laugh vibrating in his chest.

“Baby, really? I don’t want to force you to do it,” you mumble into his neck, suddenly feeling shy.

“Of course I want to do it. I’ve heard stories of the husband barely being involved, and I know for sure that I want to be involved because I want to marry you just as much as you want to marry me,” he states.

You melt instantly. You grab both his cheeks and bring his lips to yours. One of his hands goes to the back of your neck while his other lays on the small of your back. You’re so into the kiss, you didn’t even realize you were moving until you’re on your back and Mat is on top of you. He’s pressing kiss after kiss into your neck, making your back arch into him. You giggle and direct his lips back onto yours, getting interrupted by Nolan’s cry coming from the baby monitor.

Your face flushes at the sweet memory, accompanied by a few tears daring to fall from your eyes.

A knock on the door, signals the time winding down. You were 5 minutes away from becoming a married woman.

“Y/n/n?”

“Hey, Bev.”

“It’s time to put your veil on. Then we have to go line up. Are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready!”

Beverly grabs your veil. Your very very special veil. It is your favorite thing about your outfit. It is long and made of lace, and embroidered at the end of the train. Not just any embroidery, but Mat’s words he spoke to you when he proposed.

“I want you forever. I want to love you when you feel like you can’t be loved. I want to kiss you, knowing that we’re sharing each other's air. My love for you knows no limits.”

You were shaking from nerves and excitement. You had no idea Mat was going to propose to you. It was just a planned date night at your favorite restaurant in New York. When you got there, you did find it strange that you both had the entire place to yourself. But when Mat led you to a different area filled with your favorite flowers and candles, you just knew. Your thoughts were confirmed when he got down on one knee.

“Y/n, will you marry me?”

He had tears brimming his eyes and his heart was beating fast. He was afraid you could feel the vibrations travel from his fingertips to yours.

“Mathew, of course I’ll marry you. Oh my god! I love you so much, baby. So much!” You exclaim, dropping to your knees so you can kiss your fiancé.

“Y/n, you look so beautiful!”

You smile bright, smoothing down your dress and tousling your hair.

“Bev, let’s get this show on the road!” You didn’t want to waste any more time.

You take multiple deep breaths, you were nervous about walking in front of so many people. You are a model, it’s your job, but this was different. It wasn’t a job. It was the start of your forever with your small family.

You watch all the bridesmaids and groomsmen walk down the aisle, trying to get a glance of Mat without him seeing you. Once you hear the instrumental opening of “Lover” by Taylor Swift, you make your way down to Mat. Mat who’s taking deep breaths, trying to control the tears spilling from his eyes. Mat who’s smiling so wide his jaw probably hurts. Mat who’s holding onto Nolan’s hand while Nolan smiles at you when he sees you moving towards him. He gives you a little wave with his smile that looks just like Mat’s. You love your boys.

As you get to the end of the aisle, Mat reaches his hand out for you. You take it without hesitation, dying to touch him in any way after spending the night away from each other.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers to you, lifting your veil over your head.

“You look so handsome. So does Nolan. I can’t wait to be your wife,” you say trying to not get emotional, but you couldn’t help it.

As the officiant welcomes everyone, your and Mat’s eyes remain in contact. You’re both conversing without even speaking. It’s something you’ve become accustomed to, knowing just what the other is thinking or feeling, and knowing how to be there for them mentally and emotionally in times when you can’t physically.

The officiant continues with a short story of your relationship. Everything from when you both first met to small anecdotes of you and Mat becoming parents. You and Mat have to stifle snickers at certain moments and there’s one story that makes you cry, and Mat is quick to wipe away your tears. It’s the story of Nolan’s first night home. It was crazy to hear that night from someone else’s point of view as you asked Mat’s parents if they could provide stories for the officiant, and they were with you that crazy night.

After laughs and awes from the audience, you’re led into the vows. You going first.

“Mat, I remember the first time I met you; we bumped into each other outside a bar that I shouldn’t have even been at. You followed after me when my embarrassment got the best of me and I walked away. Well, I’m so glad you did. We had so many problems at the start. I thought that maybe we weren’t meant to be together, but then things just started falling into place. We found a rhythm that worked for our crazy lives. We proved a lot of people wrong, too,” you speak your thoughts, winking at Mat after your previous sentence and earning a blush and chuckle from him.

“I never knew a love so powerful could exist. Every time I stare into your beautiful eyes, I see our future. I see the never ending love that pumps through your veins. I feel it when you touch me. Any simple touch: you kissing my neck tattoo, or you tracing the tattoo that goes down my spine. I feel that warmth. It’s so invasive, in the best way. From witnessing you achieve great accomplishments in hockey to witnessing you become a father, I have never appreciated someone so much. No one tells you how special it is to see the man you love become a father. Mat, you’re the best father ever. I have no doubts that you’ll be the best husband ever. I cannot wait to love you for the rest of my life; I’m glad I’m the one that gets to love you for the rest of your life,” you finish through tears, hands squeezing Mat’s.

He lifts your hand to place it over his heart, knowing that the thumping will soothe you.

“Y/n, you’re the love of my life. You always will be. There’s not a day that goes by, a second even, when I’m not thinking about you and our life together. And now, our family together. You’re the strongest person I know. You’ve put up with me and hockey, you’ve worked with me through our challenging times, and you’ve never given up on me, on us. When you brought Nolan into our lives, you also brought out a new side of yourself that I got to love. The intimacy of being understood is complicated, but you, my love, have figured it out. You know me and you understand me. Y/n, you’re the best person that there is. You’re the best mother, and you’re my best friend. I love you. I promise to always love you,” Mat says his vows.

He’s crying and you’re crying. Even the audience is shedding some tears.

You lay the palm of your hand on his cheek, wiping away his tears. He just turns his head and kisses the inside of your wrist. Butterflies spread throughout your entire body at the small action.

“And now, Y/n, do you take Mat to be your husband? Do you promise to love, honor, and cherish him for as long as you shall live? To stay faithful and in love through good times and in bad; in sickness and in health?” The officiant asks.

“I do!” You state, no hesitation.

“Mat, do you take Y/n to be your wife? Do you promise to love, honor, and cherish her for as long as you shall live? To stay faithful and in love through good times and in bad; in sickness and in health?”

“I do!” Mat commits and you hake in giddiness, ready to leap into his arms and kiss the life out of him.

“Y/n and Mat will now exchange rings as a symbol of love and commitment.”

Mat softly grabs your left hand, tingles spreading like wildfire. He slides on the ring, mouthing “I love you,” right after. You bat your eyelashes at him, willing him to just kiss you. The cold, gold ring: a reminder of forever being wrapped around your finger. After you slide his ring on his finger, Mat steps a bit closer to you. He ever so gently and discreetly, brings his hand to wrap around your waist.

“Y/n and Mat, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride!”

Mat closes all remaining space between the two of you, lips pressed to yours, earning cheers and hollers from everyone. His hands are placed on the small of your back while yours are wrapped around his neck, and when you feel him start to dip you, you hold on even tighter.

“Mama, kith,” you hear Nolan mumble with his cute lisp as he tugs on your dress.

“Hi, my baby! I will give you all the kisses you want. You look so handsome!” You quickly pick him up and shower his face with kisses, making him squeal.

“Like daddy?” He shyly asks. Nolan always loved matching with his dad, and he loved when you’d say that he looked just like him.

“Just like daddy, baby,” you assure him. He smiles and nuzzles his face into your neck, clutching onto your body.

Mat hugs the both of you, overjoyed and needing you in his arms.

The three of you walk back down the aisle in your own worlds. You’re too thrilled and filled with love to pay attention to anything else besides Mat’s large hand pressed on your bare back, and Nolan’s warm body in your arms.

Before you and Mat part ways with everyone, you hand Nolan to his grandparents so that you can have privacy on your way to the reception venue. You were very thankful for Mat’s parents and Liana as they all agreed to watch over Nolan during your wedding night and honeymoon.

When you’ve entered the small, but quiet space of your limo, you immediately pull Mat in for a kiss. Kicking off your heels, carding your fingers through his hair, you swipe your tongue along his bottom lip and thrust your tongue into his mouth when it opens just for you.

“You smoke show. You’re sexy,” he whispers into your lips, making you whimper. You’re doused in need.

“I can’t wait to fuck my husband,” you moan.

“I can’t wait to make love to my wife,” he says back, making you blush.

“Tonight. When we get to the reception, I need to change into my other dress,” you explain, playing with the ends of his hair.

He kisses you in response. He stares into your eyes, brushing your hair behind your ears. You lean your body more into his, head resting over his heart and his hands rub your arms.

“I love you.”

You were so glad the venue had a private room. It saved you from having to change in a stall, and allowed for Mat to unzip your wedding dress in a private, intimate matter.

Your second dress was a white, silk slip dress. It was perfect for dancing and walking around while you greeted your guests. Plus, it is backless just like your wedding dress, and Mat loves whenever you wear something backless.

“We’re married, barzy!” You squeal as you finish changing.

“We are! God, I love that you’re my wife. My wife! Mrs. Barzal, that’s hot,” Mat blurts out, pulling you into his arms.

“Ughhh… you’re hot. My hotshot, nhl superstar, sexy ass husband. I fucking love you,” you whisper in his ear, nipping his lobe for good measure.

“Baby, thank you,” it’s his turn to whisper in your ear.

“For what?”

“Loving me. Giving me Nolan. Being you. Everything,” Mat explains.

“Baby, maty, I love you and I’d do anything for you,” you kiss him again before he can respond.

“I think it’s time to have our first dance, wife.”

Everyone takes their seats, clapping when you and Mat are announced to the dance floor for your first dance as a married couple. The melodious sounds of the piano fill the room as the song you both picked starts playing. He pulls you in by your hands and then moves his to rest on the small of your back. You wrap your arms around his neck, loving the close contact. You sway your bodies to the soft beat. Mat’s finger is tracing your divine feminine tattoo that’s inked into the skin of your spine.

One of Mat’s hands moves to settle on your waist, his other holding your hand as you start to waltz around the dance floor. As you’re spinning around, you feel yourself letting the world slip away. You stare up at Mat, eyes full of stars. His eyes are just as lovestruck, gazed over with wonder. As the song winds down, Mat spins you out and the spins you back in, so your back is pressed to his front. He has a hand resting on your lower stomach, and you swear you can feel how fast his heart is beating. Who knew two imperfect souls were destined to come together and make something so beautiful out of life.

The song ends, resulting in everyone cheering and Mat kissing you on the lips, shoulder, and side of your neck. Everything feels so fuzzy; you’re high on just emotions. You and Mat parade each other around the room, visiting with guests and laughing at different stories. His hand doesn’t leave your waist for one second. He needed to be touching you in some way.

You try to eat, but the flurry of excitement and happiness distract you many times. For a good part of the party, you spend it dancing around with everyone anyways. Mat was also very tipsy, so he for sure wasn’t leaving your side.

After a couple hours of dancing and drinking, the DJ announces a mother and son dance. It was your idea to show thanks to Mat’s mom for raising such an amazing person. You watch from the sideline, with tears filling your eyes, how Mat laughs and talks with his mom. Her eyes are joyful and she looks so proud. You can only hope you will be as good of a mom as she is.

You carry Nolan from where he was seated, to the dance floor. You twirl around with him in your arms. His head is resting on your shoulder with his arms wrapped around your neck, and he’s staring up at you with tired eyes, but his smile is content. Your poor baby boy, he has had a long day. His little hand is rubbing your neck, something he does when he’s on the verge of falling asleep.

“Momma pretty. Love you,” you have to hold in your tears at his sweet voice and sweet words.

“Thank you, baby. Mommy loves you, too. You can go to sleep if you want,” you whisper into his skin as you kiss his cheek.

During your little moment, you didn’t notice the song ending, so Mat was quick to come over to you to see what was wrong.

“Babe?” He questions, brows furrowed and a hand on your back.

“Yeah?”

“Is everything ok?”

“Yeah? Nolie is just tired,” You point out, Nolan already asleep.

Mat takes him from your arms into his, patting his back to keep him relaxed and asleep. You both finally take this moment to sit down. Mat’s hair is sweaty and a little wavy, he’s only wearing his button up with the sleeves rolled up. He looks extra sexy. Plus, Nolan is laid across his large upper body, making him even more attractive. As said before, there’s just something so attractive about your man being a father.

Even as the night continues to dwindle down, it’s still full of dancing and laughing. You and Mat are still glued together. At one point, you stuff yourselves in a secluded corner and make out like horny teenagers. It’s hot and touchy until Liana had to interrupt you because she was taking Nolan up to her hotel room to sleep.

Once the majority of people left around midnight and it was just some of yours and Mat’s friends, you started another round of drinking and dancing.

“Maty,” you whine, buzzing on the Vin Santo Di Carmignano Riserva wine that you both requested for the event. Your body is practically wrapped around his and his strong arms are holding you up even though he has had a lot more to drink than you.

“Yes, baby?”

“Take me upstairs and love on me,” you whisper in his ear, not drunk enough to not know what is going on and what you want.

“Not everyone has left yet.” Mat has an amused look on his face, even though he knew damn well that he wanted to take you up to the hotel suite just as much.

“So? I’m sure they can find their way out. I need you, please,” you beg, kissing his sweet spot on his neck.

“You win, let’s go!”

Hook, line, and sinker.

You perk up, wrapping your legs around his waist, earning whistles from whoever was around still, but you were in your own world where just you and Mat existed.

“Happy wife, happy life,” you muse cheekily, earning a breathtaking kiss and laugh from Mat.

a/n: It’s finally here! I hope you all enjoy. I am going to do a separate piece of their wedding night, and I might do a piece or a few small pieces on their honeymoon!

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