#wedding fic

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

yay!! the gift has been gifted, so here's the little ficlet i wrote for @thefreakandthehair's wedding gift zine!!! congratulations Lex!!!!!

pairing: steddie | word count: 1,313 | rated: G | on AO3: it started with the oven

It started with the oven.

Well, with him complaining about the oven, to be specific. The house those government folks put them up in after everything happened last year was new to them o’course, but nowhere near brand-spankin’. Still had some issues to work out.

“Sorry boys, roast might be a bit crispy on one side. Damn oven is acting up again.” 

Wayne didn’t notice it that first time, but Steve immediately perked up, the look completely throwing off his attempted casualness about what he said next.

“I can help you fix it if you like.”

Without even looking at his nephew, Wayne knows they’re both giving Steve twin looks of confusion.

“You know how to fix an oven? How in the hell do you know how to fix an oven?” Eddie asks, half incredulous, half actually curious.

“I uh…had to figure it out once when ours went out…”

Wayne could hear the rest of that statement clear as day, though Steve stayed quiet after that. “It was either that, or go hungry.” Those goddamn Harringtons…

“Sure thing son, let's let it cool down and we can take a look at it.”

By time dinner is over, Eddie’s disappeared, back to his room to do god knows what while he and Steve pull the oven away from the wall.

The longer they work, the quieter Steve becomes. Knowing what he knows now, it was the nerves about what he wanted to ask, but to the Wayne in the moment, it was just nice to get some help around the house without also hearing loud complaining.

Steve tells Wayne what he’d done before to fix his, and Wayne gives him a couple other tips with other potential problems, and soon, the oven is once again able to heat evenly.

“Looks good, kid,” Wayne says, clapping a hand on Steve’s shoulder once they’ve got the thing pushed back where it goes.

He turns to put away his tool box, leaving the young man to do whatever it is he normally does with his nephew (gross), when Steve’s voice stops him.

“Wayne?”

“Hm?” 

Steve falls quiet again, so Wayne turns, taking in Steve’s uncharacteristically anxious demeanor and now pale complexion.

“I–” Steve looks him in the eye, but only briefly. His gaze drops to the dirt on his hands, which he brushes off. “Nothing, just–thanks.” he finishes with a small smile, heading down the hall immediately after.

Wayne shrugs, going back to his toolbox. Odd. But whatever; glad to be of help with…whatever it was he helped with.

—

The next time, it was the front porch.

Luckily not ‘cause of anyone fallin’ through or anything, just about high time he got those front few planks replaced before someone does.

He says as much to his boys at dinner a few weeks after he and Steve fixed the oven, and Eddie volunteers himself for moral support.

“You just wanna see me shirtless and sweaty.” Steve accuses.

“Correct. Moral Support.” Ed sweeps his hand out and leans back in his chair.

“Do I hafta be shirtless too?”

Both boys loudly protest in answer, fake gags and all.

He and Steve get to work tearing out the old rotted boards a couple days later, and as expected, Eddie makes himself scarce within an hour. Something about “You guys workin’ this hard is making me thirsty. I’m gonna go grab milkshakes.”

“Moral Support my ass...” Wayne mumbles, shaking his head fondly.

Again, not long after Eddie’s gone, Steve’s easy conversation peters off; and again, Wayne just assumes he’s not quite used to being around him alone, or that he just prefers comfortable silence over chatter (something Wayne himself can appreciate).

He does come back in, however, after a long lull. “Wayne, I wanted to ask…”

Wayne doesn’t find out what Steve wanted though, as Eddie’s van rattles up the road at that moment, the promise of a cool treat too good to pass up for chattin’ with his boyfriend’s Uncle.

Though, as he watches Steve help Eddie out of the van, grabbing the milkshakes (and a quick kiss) from his boy, Wayne thinks he already knows what it is Steve was gonna ask.

And what his answer would be.

—

The third and final time was definitely the time.

This time, there was no pretense. Wayne and Steve weren’t already working on something together, no current excuse to talk without Eddie nearby. It was a Thursday evening and Wayne was alone at home about to head in for a shift.

Opening the door to a knock was weird though. Steve basically lived here, so opening the door to his wide-eyed, pale face was a shock.

“Steve? What’re knocking for, boy?”

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just–I’m–”

“You ‘right, son? C’mon inside now..” Wayne coaxes the kid inside, and Steve takes his shoes off automatically, lining them up along the messy pile of Eddie’s shoes just inside the door.

“Eddie’s at the Emersons’ y’know.” Wayne says, plopping back into his previously abandoned armchair.

“Y-yeah, I know, I just dropped him and Henderson off there for their game.”

They both fall quiet then. 

Steve rubs the back of his neck nervously, and Wayne waits patiently.

…Okay, maybe not that patiently.

“Now look, Steve, not that I don’t appreciate spendin’ time wit’cha, ‘cause I do, but it seems t’me you came here for a reason.”

Steve’s gaze snaps up, mouth agape. “How’d you–nevermind.” he clears his throat and continues.

“Mr. Munson–”

“Nope, none’a that, not even for this. M’name’s Wayne, son.” He enjoys throwing Steve off sometimes, alright? Sue him.

All the breath in Steve’s lungs seems to escape at once and he smiles slightly, visibly relaxing just a tad. 

Good.

“Wayne, Eddie and I have been dating for over a year now…obviously…you know that..”

“Is that what you two’ve been doin’? I thought you two were just the best of buds.”

This time, Steve actually laughs. “Shut up, I’m nervous, okay?”

“I know y’are, kiddo.”

He takes another settling breath, much calmer now, and continues. “I love him, Wayne. More than anything in my life.

“I know it’s not for real, I know, but I want him, and you, to know that I mean this to be forever. That if I could, I would marry him tomorrow.” Steve chuckles to himself at that, “Probably would’ve months ago, to be honest.

“All this to say—to ask! Ask…” he shuffles nervously again.

‘You got this, Steve, you’re almost there.’ Wayne thinks encouragingly at him.

As if he could hear him, Steve steels himself, looks Wayne in the eye, and (finally) says:

“Wayne, I would like your blessing to propose to Eddie.” He takes another short breath and presses on. “And I don’t want to hear anything about “Why’re you askin’ me, he’s not my kid.” or some crap, either. You’re the most important person in his life, and always will be. It may not be important to you, but it is to me… That you approve, I mean.”

Okay, he knew it was coming. But the added impassioned (and unnecessary) speech that came with it was a surprise. As if Steve was willing to fight Wayne for thinking Wayne wasn’t important to Eddie. 

He stands, hefting himself out of the sunken springs of his chair, and immediately pulls Steve in for a hug.

“Good speech, son.” he says, squeezing the kid tightly for a moment before adding on, “Though I don’t think there was a single question mark in that whole rant o’yours.”

Steve laughs into his shoulder, beaming his wide bright smile when they separate.

“Do I have your blessing or not, old man?” he snarks, pulling a bellowing laugh out of Wayne.

“That’s more like it!” He claps a hand onto Steve’s shoulder. “And of course y’have it, Steve…

“I’d be proud to call you a Munson.”

you can read this one and the whole rest of the collection here!

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The Wedding

July 26th, 2019,

Paige sat on the edge of her bed, the sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. She picked up the beaded bracelet Jack had made her in kindergarten, the colors slightly faded but still vibrant. As she twirled it around her wrist, she couldn't help but smile at the memories it held.

"Hey, babe," Jack said, entering the room with a smile. He sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Excited for the big day?"

Paige leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. "I can't believe it's finally happening. We've been talking about this since we were kids."

Jack chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I know. It feels like yesterday we were playing in the sandbox, and now we're getting married."

Paige looked up at him, her eyes shining with happiness. "I'm so grateful to have you in my life, Jack. You've always been there for me, through thick and thin."

Jack smiled, brushing a stray hair from her face. "And I always will be. I love you more than words can say, Paige."

"I love you too, Jack," Paige said, her voice filled with emotion. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

Jack hugged her tightly, whispering in her ear, "Me too, babe. Me too." They sat there in silence, basking in the love they shared, knowing that their future together was brighter than ever.

July 28th 2019,

The air in Paige's childhood home was filled with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. She sat in front of the mirror, her sister Grace expertly styling her hair, while her mother Lily and Jack's mother Ellen looked on with tears in their eyes.

"You look absolutely stunning, Paige," Grace said, admiring her handiwork.

Paige smiled, turning to look at herself in the mirror. Her blonde hair was styled in loose curls, with a delicate flower crown woven through it. She wore a simple white dress that flowed around her like a cloud, and around her neck, she wore a locket that Jack had given her on their first anniversary.

"Thank you, Grace," Paige said, her voice filled with emotion. "I can't believe this day is finally here."

Lily and Ellen came closer, both of them reaching out to hug Paige. "You look just like an angel, sweetheart," Lily said, her voice choked with tears.

Ellen nodded, wiping away a tear. "Jack is going to be speechless when he sees you."

Paige's eyes welled up with tears, feeling overwhelmed by the love and support surrounding her. She knew that today would be one of the most special days of her life, and she was grateful to have her family by her side.

As she finished getting ready, Paige thought about all the special moments she had shared with Jack over the years. From their first kiss under the stars to the time they had carved their initials into the old oak tree in the backyard, each memory was a testament to their love.

With her family by her side, Paige walked out of her childhood home and as left, she realized she about to leave childhood behind and become a wife.

——————————

Meanwhile, Jack stood in his mirror in beachside adjusting his tie , the waves gently lapping at the shore, with Quinn and Luke by his side. Trevor, his best friend, was there too, cracking jokes as usual.

"You know, Jack, tonight's the night," Trevor said with a grin. "Are you ready for the big leagues?"

Jack rolled his eyes, used to Trevor's teasing. "Shut up, man. This is about more than that."

"Of course, man," Trevor said, clapping Jack on the back. "I'm just messing with you. But seriously, don't forget the condom ."

Jack laughed, shaking his head. Trevor always had a joke ready, no matter the occasion. But as he looked out at the ocean, his thoughts turned to Paige.

Paige, his best friend since he was five years old being a goofball trying to get the pretty shy girls attention. She was the love of his life. He couldn't believe they were finally getting married, here on their favorite beach.

He turned to Quinn, a nervous excitement bubbling inside him. "I've got a little surprise for Paige. Will you go give it to her?"

Quinn nodded, a warm smile on his face. "Of course, Jack. I'll take good care of it."

As Quinn walked towards the beach house where Paige was getting ready, Jack turned to Luke, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"Can you believe it, Luke? I'm about to marry the most amazing woman in the world."

Luke clapped him on the back. "I can believe it, Jack. You two are perfect for each other."

Meanwhile, Quinn had reached the beach house and knocked on the door. Paige opened it, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw Quinn standing there.

"Quinn! What are you doing here?" she asked, stepping aside to let him in.

"I've got something for you," Quinn said, handing her the small box Jack had given him.

Paige opened it, her eyes welling up with tears when she saw what was inside. It was a locket, with a picture of her and Jack as kids on one side, and a picture of them now on the other.

"It's beautiful," Paige whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Paige hugged Quinn tightly. "Thank you, Quinn. You're the best surrogate brother a girl could ask for!

- - -

As Jack stood at the altar, his heart pounded with excitement. He couldn't believe that the moment he had been dreaming of was finally here. He looked out at the ocean, feeling the warm sun on his face, and waited for Paige to walk down the aisle.

And then, she appeared. Paige, his beautiful love, walking towards him, her eyes shining with tears of happiness. Jack felt his own eyes welling up as he took in her beauty.

Paige reached the altar, and Jack couldn't wait any longer. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close.

"You're so beautiful, Paige," Jack whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Paige smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling. "And you're so handsome, my love. Thank you for the gift. It's perfect."

Jack wiped away a tear from her cheek, his heart overflowing with love for her. "I'm glad you like it. I wanted it to be special, just like you."

As they stood there, holding each other, they knew that this was the moment they had been waiting for. The moment when they would become husband and wife, soulmates for life.

They turned to face each other, ready to exchange vows. Jack took Paige's hands in his, looking into her eyes with all the love in his heart.

"Paige, from the moment I met you, I knew you were the one. You were my best friend, my partner in crime, my soulmate. I remember all the cute little memories we shared as kids, the adventures we went on, the dreams we had. And now, here we are, standing here, about to become husband and wife. I promise to always cherish you, to always support you, to always love you. You are my everything, Paige, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

Paige's eyes were filled with tears as she spoke her vows. "Jack, you are my rock, my anchor, my everything. I knew from the moment we met that we were meant to be together. I remember all the cute little things we did as kids, the way you always made me laugh, the way you always had my back. I promise to always be there for you, to always support you, to always love you. You are my soulmate, Jack, and I am so happy to be your wife."

With tears streaming down their faces, Jack and Paige exchanged rings, symbolizing their eternal love and commitment to each other. Jack had picked out a beautiful ring for Paige, one that sparkled in the sunlight, just like her.

“I love you Paige” Jack says slipping the beautiful small diamond ring on her delicate finger.

"I love you too, Jack," Paige replied, slipping the ring onto his finger.

And as they kissed, sealing their vows, the sun set behind them, casting a warm glow over the beach

- - - -

The reception was everything Paige had dreamed of - small, niche, and incredibly romantic. The beach was adorned with fairy lights, casting a warm glow over the area. Paige's favorite flowers, peonies, were everywhere, their soft petals adding a touch of elegance to the setting.

As the night went on, Paige and Jack found themselves in each other's arms, dancing to "Lover" by Taylor Swift. Paige is a Swifte, and she had specifically picked this song for their first dance as husband and wife.

Jack held her close, his heart overflowing with love for her. He sang along softly as they danced, the lyrics of the song echoing their love for each other.

Paige rested her head on Jack's shoulder, feeling completely content in his arms. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with love and happiness.

- - - -

After their magical dance under the fairy lights, Paige and Jack were eager to be alone. They made their way to the beach cottage where they would be living, right on the beach. Jack had a surprise planned for Paige, and he couldn't wait to see her reaction.

As they walked hand in hand towards the cottage, Paige couldn't stop smiling. She felt like she was living in a fairy tale, and Jack was her prince charming.

When they arrived, Jack swept Paige off her feet, carrying her over the threshold like a true gentleman. Paige giggled, feeling like a newlywed bride.

As they entered the cottage, Paige gasped in surprise. The home was decorated with candlelight and flowers, creating a romantic ambiance. The table was set with their favorite meal, lobsters, and a bottle of champagne chilled on ice.

"How did you manage all of this?" Paige asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

Jack smiled, his eyes filled with love. "I have my ways," he replied mysteriously.

Paige laughed, knowing that Jack always had a few tricks up his sleeve. She looked around the cottage, taking in every detail. It was perfect.

As they sat down to eat, Paige and Jack reminisced about their past. Paige brought up the last time they had drunk champagne, laughing as she remembered the silly antics they had gotten up to.

"Remember the last time we drank champagne?" Paige asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Jack chuckled, remembering the night clearly. "How could I forget? We were at that party, and you dared me to do a cartwheel on the beach."

Paige giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "And you actually did it! You fell flat on your face, but you got right back up and did it again."

Jack grinned, shaking his head at the memory. "Yeah, that was a wild night. But this," he gestured to the candlelit dinner around them, "this is much better."

Paige’s smiles “This is so perfect”

As Jack and Paige sat by the fireplace, sipping champagne and enjoying each other's company, the air between them was filled with an undeniable electricity. Jack leaned in, his eyes locked on Paige's, and he gently brushed his lips against hers. Paige responded eagerly, deepening the kiss.

Their kiss was slow and passionate, filled with the love and desire they felt for each other. They had waited for this moment for so long, and now that it was here, they wanted to savor every second of it.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless. Jack looked into Paige's eyes, his heart pounding in his chest.

"I love you, Paige," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

"I love you too, Jack," Paige replied, her voice filled with love and desire.

Jack stood up, his eyes never leaving Paige's. He held out his hand to her, a silent invitation. Paige took his hand, her heart racing with excitement.

Without a word, Jack lifted Paige up into his arms, carrying her towards their room. Paige wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly.

As they reached the bedroom, Jack gently laid Paige down on the bed, never breaking eye contact with her. He leaned down, capturing her lips in another searing kiss.

Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring and rediscovering every curve and every inch of skin. The passion between them grew, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment.

Paige moaned softly against Jack's lips, her body arching towards his. She had never felt more alive, more loved, than she did in this moment.

Jack broke the kiss, his forehead resting against Paige's. "Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice filled with concern and love.

Paige nodded, her eyes filled with desire. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she replied.

With that, Jack's hands moved to the buttons of Paige's dress, slowly and deliberately undoing each one. Paige's breath caught in her throat as the fabric fell away, leaving her clad only in her lingerie.

Jack's eyes drank in the sight of her, his desire for her written plainly on his face. He leaned down, trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from Paige.

Paige's hands roamed over Jack's body, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt tense with desire. She wanted him, all of him, and she wanted him now.

Jack lifted his head, his eyes locking with Paige's. Without a word, he stood up and began to undress, his eyes never leaving hers. Soon, he was standing before her, completely naked, his desire for her plain to see.

Paige sat up, reaching out to him. Jack took her hand, pulling her to her feet. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them almost unbearable.

Without a word, Jack lifted Paige up, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers. He climbed onto the bed, moving to hover over her.

Their lips met in another searing kiss, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. They were lost in each other, lost in the moment, lost in the love they felt for each other.

As they made love, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, they knew that this was where they were meant to be. They were husband and wife, soulmates, and nothing could ever tear them apart.

- - - -

As Paige and Jack lay in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Paige couldn't help but feel a twinge of soreness. She knew it was normal, especially after their passionate encounter, but she didn't want Jack to worry.

Jack sensed her discomfort and immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry, Paige. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said, his voice filled with concern.

Paige smiled, reaching out to touch his cheek. "It's okay, Jack. It's not your fault. I just need to rest for a bit."

Jack's expression softened, and he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her protectively. "I love you, Paige. I never want to hurt you."

Paige kissed him softly. "I know, Jack. And I love you too. You could never hurt me."

Jack smiled, feeling reassured by her words. "I'll go run you a bath," he said, getting up from the bed.

Paige watched him go, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness. She knew she had married the most amazing man in the world.

While Paige soaked in the warm bath, Jack went to the kitchen to fetch her favorite chocolate. He knew how much she loved it, and he wanted to do something special for her.

When he returned to the bathroom, he found Paige relaxing in the tub, her eyes closed, a serene expression on her face. He smiled, setting the chocolate down on the edge of the tub.

Paige opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "Thank you, Jack. You're so sweet."

Jack knelt down beside the tub, taking a washcloth and gently washing her back. Paige closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his touch.

"I'm sorry, Jack," Paige said softly. "I love making love with you, but I've always been very sensitive."

Jack shook his head, his expression tender. "There's nothing to be sorry for, Paige. I want you to feel good, always."

As he finished washing her back, he leaned down and kissed her softly. Paige sighed, feeling completely loved and cherished.

Their day ended perfectly, with Paige and Jack curled up together in bed, their bodies entwined. Paige felt a sense of contentment wash over her as she realized that she had the best husband in the world, and she had just married the love of her life.

"I love you, Jack," Paige whispered, snuggling closer to him.

"I love you too, Paige," Jack replied, wrap

ping his arms around her. "Forever and always."

[clockwork-nebula]

I propose to you. Skk wedding fic, but with a twist.

We start with the proposal. They try to propose to each other and make it a competition, but they both say yes. We get to see them picking out a cake, Kyouyou and Kunikida help set up the venue, everything is great.

Kyoka as flower girl and Kenji as ring bearer. Hirotsu is officiating the wedding because who else is going to?? Fukuzawa walks Dazai down the aisle. Akutagawa as Chuuya's best man and Atsushi as Dazai's. Everything's going great.

But an hour before the wedding, Dazai pulls Akutagawa and Atsushi aside and is like "hey guys, if a dude named Verlaine shows up, you have full permission to beat the hell out of him." And the two of them are so excited that they get to attack someone without repercussion.

So the wedding continue as normal, even Mori is crying in the back row, and then just as Hirotsu calls for objections, this French Fuckass struts in like "yes, hello, how dare you let my brother-" and sskk just fucking pounce on him. They drag him outside, beat the shit out of him, and return to their spots like nothing happened.

But wait! Beating up Verlaine wasn't the end! We get to the reception, everyone of legal drinking age is absolutely fucking hammered. Tachihara and Kajii have a fucking dance battle. Higuchi and Naomi start karaoke together. Dazai shoves Chuuya's face into a cake but then reveals that there was a second cake anyways.

There is no bouquet, only a cat plush that requires you to get a cat. Atsushi sprints for that shit and cheers at Akutagawa when he catches it. Ranpo would have caught it for Fukuzawa, but was too busy comforting Poe, who was sobbing because "it's just so beautiful, y'know?"

And the fic ends with Dazai looking at Chuuya the next morning, smiling because he finally has someone who will stay.

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Ellie Williams x Reader request: Ellie and the Reader are engaged and they have set the date and they get married in Jackson and they go to their favorite spot outside of Jackson and have a nice day together before they have a family dinner back in Jackson, then after dinner they head home and make love to each other for the first time as a married couple.

Till Death Us Do Part (Ellie Williams x Reader)

Author´s Note: I hope I made your request justice! I tried my best, so I hope it's kinda how you imagined it. It´s a little bit more focused on the wedding itself, idk if that's what you meant. I think it's pretty cute. Also, this is mostly focused on a Christian wedding. That's the only one I kinda know anything about. Sorry if that goes against your religion, but I hope you can look past that and enjoy this story anyway. I tried to remove the super Christian stuff in hopes to not trigger anyone. Also also, I believe we never get to know Ellie’s middle name. I know traditionally you say the whole name, first-, middle-, and last name. But since I didn’t find Ellie’s I figured I should skip the reader´s too, to be more symmetrical. I tried to make the ceremony a little more ”simple” then a traditional one. I don´t think they’d be able to have a super, over-the-top wedding at Jackson. Still some details I couldn’t stop myself from including. I hope it’s pretty realistic. 

⚠️Warning!⚠️: This story includes smut that might not be suitable for a younger audience!

(y/l/n) = your last name

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”Suck it in” your sister said as she zipped up your dress. You felt the fabric hugging your figure as the zipper glide along your spine. You mumbled a ”thank you" before walking up to the mirror on the other side of the room. You let your eyes glance over the long, white dress decorating your body. You trace your fingers over the fabric, feeling the texture of the lace against your fingertips. ”Wow” you let out in a state of shock. Your sister laughs as she comes up behind you to look at your reflection, ”I think it fits you”. ”It´s perfect” you quickly added. The dress wasn’t in fact yours. You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find a wedding dress in the apocalypse. Apparently that isn’t peoples most prized possession, which makes sense. Therefore people didn’t prioritized taking it with them when they had to leave their homes. But Maria heard about your plans and was quick to let you know she had a dress she gladly let you borrow.

You turned around to quickly glance at the back of the dress before turning to your sister. ”So, what is Ellie wearing?” she asked while readjusting the crown braid she’s done in your hair. You chuckle as the memory of Ellie’s reaction when you showed her what she would be wearing. She gave you free hands when it came to the wedding, knowing how important it was for you. And she just wants you to be happy. Also, you can only do so much with a wedding in a separated village under these circumstances. To her, it didn’t matter if you would get married in a ditch, as long as it’s with you. But when you asked her to wear a linen shirt you apparently hit a nerve. Like you said, the wedding dress was a pain in the ass as it is, but Ellie’s outfit would be even harder to fix. So when you finally found something that matched your vision you had already compromised enough. ”I´m not wearing that!” Ellie said as she eyed the white linen shirt on the hanger. You frowned and tilted the shirt to you, to look at it again. As if you hadn’t inspected it enough. ”Why not?” you asked confused. You thought about Ellie when picking it out, and thought it would look really good on her. 

”It’s uncomfortable” Ellie explained. You frowned, confused ”Uncomfortable? This is like the softest fabric you could find as a shirt. You’ve got tank tops that’s less comfortable then this!”. ”But they look cool” she mumbled. You rolled your eyes at her stubbornness. This feels more like a conversation between a mom and her 14 year old son when she asks him to not wear his cap on his school photo, rather then two grown up partners talking about their wedding outfits. You looked to the side annoyed ”Oh, so what do you plan to wear? Your outwashed, grey hoodie?”. Ellie looks at you with hopeful eyes ”Is that an option?”. ”No!” you bluntly as you pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyingness. Trying your best to not have a argument with her about a goddam shirt! You knew the planing of the wedding have left you with a short temper. You're just very stressed, and having issues with things you though would get through smoothly isn’t helping. 

Ellie looks at the shirt again and feels the fabric between her fingers. ”Are you sure there’s nothing else I can wear?” she tried again with a pleading voice. You sighed, ”Ellie, it’d one day. One day in your whole life you need to wear something else then your regular stuff”. Ellie bits her lips as she’s thinking. You walk up to her, wrapping your arms around her torso, ”Please. For me” you added, knowing she would give in. Ellie always wants to be good for you, not that you use this as a weapon against her often. But some situations requires certain methods. Ellie sighed before finally giving in. ”Fine” she said with a little bit of a pissed-off tone. You know, the same tone a three year old has whenever they realized their mom won’t give in and buy the toy they’ve been begging for for the past few hours. She eyed the clothing items again ”I’ll wear them if I can have my converse”. She looked back at your shocked face, ”Ellie you can’t-”. You bite your lip, stopping yourself from starting another argument. You've got her to wear the outfit you’ve pick. How many will pay attention to her shoes?. ”Fine” you said as you looked at her with an annoyed expression. But Ellie couldn't care less. Right after your replay, she first-bumped the air like a 10 year old boy, mumbling ”yes” at her ”victory”. You couldn’t help but smile at your silly girlfriend. 

Your sister finished knotting the last few flowers in the braid before backing away to observe her work. She gives you a handgesture in approval along with a silly, matching facial expression. You just giggle at her. You get up from the chair, straighten out any wrinkles that has appeared on the dress from sitting down. Your sister helped you put on your heels before grabs the bouquet she picked for you on the table, and hands it to you. You smile down on it before grabbing it with your left hand. ”You ready?” she asked, to which you nod. She opened the door and took the lead down the hall. As you got closer to the main room you’d be married in you felt the nerves catching up with you. Up till now it just felt like your sister had been helping you get ready for some celebration. Just having some sister-time. But when you were met by the wooden doors everything was crystal clear. You could hear the slight mumbling of the people on the other side. ”Let’s do this!” your sister said as she gave you her arm. You nodded as you locked your arm with hers. The piano stared to play the song you choose, making your heart rate go up even more. You’re pretty sure you could see your heart beating though your dress at this point. You took a deep breath before walking up to the door. As you neared the double-doors they open and you’re met with a bunch of eyes settled on you. The nerves makes you grab the stem of the bouquet harder.

As you’re walking down the aisle you take your time to look out over the people who has formed to celebrate this special day with you. Maria, who let her eyes wonder over the dress before her eyes meets up with yours to give you a proud smile. It´s the first time she’s seen the dress since her own wedding 23 years ago. A few benches ahead sits Tommy, feeling such emotions like it’s his own daughter walking down the aisle. You swore you could see his eyes being glossy. As you looked to the other side you saw someone who didn’t even try to hold her emotions intact. Dina let tears roll down her cheeks, not even trying to wipe them off with the soaked tissue in her hand. She’s so happy Ellie finally found a nice girl who truly cared for her. Being someone with so much love to give, finally finding someone who would give you equally as much back. Dina remembers the first time Joel introduced you to her and Ellie. She could see, based on Ellie’s expression, that you would be the girl she´d marry. So, ever since that day she’s been your biggest supporter, both before and after you got together. In Dina’s lap sits JJ, happily bouncing along to the music. A chuckle leaves your lips as you watch the ecstatic young guy.

Finally you look straight ahead, following the aisle till your eyes met with the figure at the end of it. There she is, your wife-to-be. Her eyes hasn’t left you ever since you walked through the door. Her red eyes told you she’s been crying the hold time. If her glossy cheeks wasn't proof enough. You break out a smile as your eyes met hers, and you couldn’t help but to feel your own eyes filling up. Your eyes glance at the outfit she’s wearing, looking just like you’ve imagined it. She’s so handsome. You let out a shaky breath in hopes to collect your emotions. You can't both be a crying mess up there. It´s funny ’cause you told Ellie about a week ago that you wouldn’t cry. And continued explaining how you’ve seen Titanic around ten times and hasn’t spilled a single tear. Ellie just chuckled before mumbling ”we will see”.

Your sister leads you up the alter, shaking Ellie’s hand before ”handing you over”. Ellie's smile grew even wider as her shaky hands grabs yours. She leads you further up the alter to the position Maria told her to during the rehearsal. Your sister made sure to re-adjust the skirt of the dress before taking a seat at the front row. Ellie leans in and mumbles ”You look so pretty. I can´t believe you’re real”. You giggle ”You don´t look so bad yourself, handsome”. Ellie bushed at your nickname, nervously looks down at her beaten-up shoes. She’s adorable. The priest started talking ”We have gathered here to witness the marriage between Ellie Williams and (y/n) (y/l/n)”. As the priest continued his regular dialog you and Ellie sneak glances of each other, giggling like two school girls. Then the priest asks ”Do you have the rings?”. ”Sure thing!” Ellie gladly answer while putting her hand into the left pocket of her pants. She pulls out two golden bands. They’re no way near new, so they have a few scratches, but Ellie has tried her absolute best to make them as shiny as possible. She hands you one of them, but misinterprets the coordination and therefore miss your hand. ”Fuck!” Ellie mumbles enough for both of you to hear as the ring falls to the ground. You smack her in the arm. She shoots her head to your direction with a questionable look. ”Don’t swear in church!” you whisper-yell to her. She nodded before picking up the ring and hand it to you. ”I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Ellie apologized switching her gaze between you and the priest. 

She cleared her throat before grabbing your left hand. ”Say after me, ’I, Ellie Williams’” the priest began. ”I, Ellie Williams” Ellie repeated. ”Take you, (y/n) (y/l/n) to be my wife”, ”Take you, (y/n) (y/l/n) to be my wife”. ”To have and to hold from this day forward”, ”To have and to hold from this day forward”. ”For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health”, ”For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health”. ”To love and to cherish, till death us do part”, ”To love and to cherish, till death us do part” Ellie finished with a proud smile on her face as she slide the ring on your finger, happy she didn’t fucked it up. ”Now you (y/n), take Ellie’s hand and repeat after me ’I, (y/n) (y/l/n)’”. You grabbed Ellie's hand and said ”I, (y/n) /y/l/n)”. ”Take you, Ellie Williams to be my wife” ”Take you, Ellie Williams to be my wife”. You could see the tears in Ellie’s eyes about to spill over as she observed your words. The priest continued ”To have and to hold from this day forward”, ”To have and to hold this day forward”. ”For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health”, ”For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health”. ”To love and cherish, till death us do part”, ”To love and cherish, till death us do part” you copied before breathing out. You put the ring on Ellie’s finger, sealing the deal. You grabbed each other’s hands, just like before, only now they’re decorated with two shiny rings. 

”And so now, by the power invested in me, it is my honor to dicer you wife and wife”. You rub your thumbs along the back of Ellie’s veiny hands as you inspected her face. Two sentences away from being able to call her yours. ”You may now kiss” the priest proudly announced. You softly place your hands on either side of Ellie’s face as she grabs your waist. She pulls you closer, automatically moving your lips closer to each other. You look into her eyes one last time before closing the gap. Ellie tired not to moan into the kiss, thinking it’s inappropriate to do so with all these people in the room. But your soft, delicately colored lips sure made it hard for her. She deepened the kiss, but held herself back from going too far. You pulled back and smiled widely at each other. Even a giggle left your lips as it was hard to hide the blissfulness you felt inside. You grab Ellie’s right hand before turning to face the crowed. You made a silly face as you showed the ring to the people. ”Ladies and gentlemen, I’m pleased to present to you Mrs and Mrs Williams” they cheered as you walked down the aisle with much calmer expressions then the first time. Still the adrenaline was no way near gone. You could hear Ellie let out a sigh of relief, one she had held in since she put her foot on the alter. You leaned in and mumbled ”We’re married now!” mimicking her behavior from before. She turned to look at you and give you a full-teethed smile.

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You looked down at the ring as the cheerful music plays in the background. You smiled to yourself, having a hard time grasping what just happened. ”Congrats, now you’re stuck with her forever!”, you snapped up to see Dina. She had JJ on her hip, but he seemed more interested at the dancing people then you. You laughed as you pulled her into a hug, making the baby turn his head to you. You ruffled his hair before turning back to Dina, ”And I wouldn’t want it any other way”. She made a disgusted face ”Ugh, stop it or I’ll throw up”. You gave her a playful smack on her unoccupied arm. ”Talking about throwing up, did she tell you she was gonna wear those shoes?” she asked, pointing to the spoken of behind you. You turned your head as if you needed to look to know what Dina was talking about. It was honestly just an excuse to steal a glance at your gorgeous, now, wife. You let out a laugh before throwing out your arms in a defeated motion ”Unfortunately I did, but I had no choice”. Dina sighed ”I swear, if she weren’t going to marry you she would have married those fucking shoes”. You chuckled at the not so unbelievable statement. JJ made a sound, making you both turn your focus on him. ”Actually, could you hold him for a sec. I really need to pee” Dina announced, earning a laugh from you at her bluntness. You nod your head along with a ”of course”. She carefully handed him over to you, helping you to hold him in a comfortable position before heading to the toilets. ”Come on, JJ. Let´s see who’s here” you said to the happy face resting against your chest, before walking into the crowed.

Ellie took another sip from her beer as she looked over the room, watching all the people dancing and having fun. She couldn’t believe she’s actually married now. To the girl of her dreams. She snapped out of her thoughts as someone pats her shoulder along with ”Congrats, kiddo!”. She looked at the direction of the voice to see Tommy smiling at her. Ellie gave him a smile back along with a ”thank you”. He took a stand beside her, looking at the same direction as her. He look around the room and chuckled ”Who knew you would get married?”. Ellie gave him a chuckle back before shrugging her shoulders ”I´m lucky, I guess”. ”Call it luck or whatever, you found yourself a catch”. Ellie smiled for herself, proud to have you in her life. Even just the thought of you would bring up her mood no matter what. Tommy turned to look at Ellie ”I know Joel would be proud”. Ellie snapped her head at the mentioning of his name. ”Y-you think?” she hesitantly asked. Tommy smiled at her, ”I know. Heck, he would be balling his eyes out more then I did!” he jokingly said, trying to light up the mood. But Ellie was all up in her thoughts, trying to hold back her emotions as good as possible. She just huffed.

”Are you talking shit about me?”, thank god she got snapped out of her thoughts as you came up to them. Ellie smiled at you, like she always did whenever she hadn’t seen you in a while. ”Oh, I didn’t know you were expecting” Tommy joked as he let JJ grab his finger. ”Yep. That’s why the wedding was so rushed. We had to get it over with so we could cover it up” you joked as you watched the cute interaction. Tommy gave you a chuckle. Ellie walked up to your side and gave you a kiss on the cheek before resting her hand on your back. You smiled at her and gave her a quick peck on the lips. Ellie caressed the back of the baby, earning her a big, two-teethed smile. She couldn’t help but smile back as she wonders if this is what it’d feel like to have a family with you. Seeing you hold a baby made her feel like doing some stupid, rushed decisions. She made sure to pull you a little closer to her, playing around with the thought. ”There you are! I thought you had kidnapped him” Dina comes running up. You carefully hands her back JJ, who’s trilled to be back with his mama. You continued to have unimportant conversations until Dina informed ”We should probably head home, JJ´s really tired”. ”He´s starting to get a little grumpy” she said in a baby-voice as she bounced him in her arms. You nodded before giving her a hug, ”Well, thank you so much for coming”. ”Of course! I wouldn’t want to miss this day. Plus there’s not that much happening around here anyways”, you laughed as you pulled away. Dina went over to Ellie and hugged her too, whispering something in her ear. Your nosiness got cut off, ”Yeah, I should probably head home too. Need to prepare” Tommy announce before giving the new wedded couple a hug too. ”Remember, dinners at mine!” he chanted before leaving the building. ”Yes, sir!” Ellie answered before you both started laughing. 

Then, when you were finally alone you walked up around Ellie and wrapped your arms around her waist, ”What are you doing?" she chuckled as she put her hands on top of yours. ”I don´t know” you shrugged as you rested your chin on her left shoulder. You just stood there for a while, taking in each other’s presence. You both had a hard time understanding this would be the rest of your lifes. ”I love you” you finally cut the silence. Even from your angle you could see the smile on Ellie’s face, ”I love you, too”. ”Despite what you think, I think you look really hot in this outfit” you confessed as you planted soft kisses along her neck. You felt Ellie tense at the unexpected touch, ”Y-yeah, I guess it wasn’t too bad” she stuttered as the blush started to take over her face. ”Really?” you asked. ”So I can expect to see you wearing this some other time?” you whispered in her ear. ”Hell no!” she bluntly said, earning a laugh from you. You pulled back, ”Yeah, yeah. I guess I’ll just have to take a mental picture of you like this”, you spun her around so you could see her from the front. You unconsciously bit your lip as you shamelessly let your eyes wander over Ellie’s form. Not only taking notice of the clothes, but her toned body underneath it. God, I wish I could just rip them off and take her right here! ”Come on, stop it! It doesn’t look that good” Ellie chuckled as she waved her hands in front of her, to make you stop looking. The embarrassment finally taking over. You caught her hands, but your eyes never left her body. ”You’re not seeing what I’m seeing” you bluntly said as you licked your lips. ”Oh, shush you” Ellie playfully grabbed you, but you swore you could see the effect your words was having on her. 

”We should probably head to Tommy’s” you announced. Ellie sighed ”Do we have to go?”. You snapped your head at her ”Yeah, we do. He’s doing it for our sake. To celebrate our marriage”. ”But I’m tired!” she whined letting her head fall back. ”You can sleep when you’re dead” you said jokingly as you drag her to the exit. ”Plus, I need to pee first, and you need to help me hold up the dress”

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Since neither you or Ellie had a huge amount of family and friends at Jackson you decided pretty early you would skip out on the ”dinner”-part of the wedding reception, and instead just let people dance and have fun at the local pub. Neither you or Ellie likes to be the center of attention, so if you could avoid it as much as possible, you will. But as soon as Tommy heard about it he insisted on making a little family dinner for just your closest ones. And when Tommy has set his mind to something, he will do it. So you headed over there, to celebrate more intimate with Dina, your sister and Tommy, of course. But to be honest, it all was a bit of a haze. You know for yourself you were lacking a lot of sleep from the previous night, and you figured Ellie was dealing with the same issue. The nerves made it impossible for you to fall asleep any earlier then 5pm. Plus… you two got a little tipsy. Fuck it, it’s your wedding day! You only get married once (hopefully). As you were saying your ”goodbye”s and ”thank you”s to everyone your conscience were a little more present. You gave everyone a wave before stumbling out the alongside Ellie. Dina muttered at your drunken state. She turned to Tommy ”If they’re not home by ten, I’ll check up on them. Making sure they haven’t fallen into a ditch or something”

You wandered down Tommy’s porch as the fresh air hits you. Making you more aware of your intoxicated state. Ellie tugged you along as you made you’re way to your shared hut. Despite being July, there were a few chilly winds whizzing in the evening. Or maybe it’s just the contrast from your warm bodies. Lucky you, Tommy’s house wasn’t far away from yours. So it felt like no time before you put your feet on your own porch. Ellie fumbled with the keys as she giggled drunkenly to herself. Finally she opened the door, gesturing for you to walk in first. You bowed down jokingly, but almost lost your balance. Ellie burst out laughing before shoving you into the house and close the door behind her. You let the jacket you wore fall off your shoulders and fall to the ground. Telling yourself it’s a problem for tomorrow before making your way further into the house, to your shared bedroom.

”Finally I can get this thing off!” Ellie lets out a groan as she button-up her shirt. She slides it off her arms and lays it neatly against the back of a chair. Now only in her linen pants and the thank top she always wore as a bra. You kick off your high heels before throwing yourself onto your shared bed. Letting out loud sigh. Ellie turn around to look at your laying figure. ”I’m so full” you whined while tracing your hands over your stomach. The aching feeling in your feet almost feels pulsating. They sure would feel swore tomorrow. Ellie smirk as she made her way over to you. She jumps on the bed beside you, turning on her side and prompting her head on one arm. She looks down at your peaceful face, inspection the perfection she gets to call her wife. The flowers your sister had put into your hair were mostly gone, and the few who were still there were looking really sad. Yet, you look like an angel to Ellie. The more she takes in your gorgeous appearance her admiration turns into something else. Lust. ”I´m still hungry” Ellie said with a teasing tone as her eyes wanders over the shape of your body. You scrunched your brows together, eyes still closed ”What? What could you possibly be craving?” you asked, oblivious to Ellie actual meaning. ”You” Ellie added with a husky tone. You open up your eyes at her answer, turning to look at her. Her hungry eyes told you everything you needed to know. 

She traced her unoccupied hand over your clothed stomach, going further down. She scrunched up the skirt of the dress making it less of a reach to slide her hand underneath it. Feeling your soft, naked thighs underneath her palm made her even more aroused. She starts to leave sweet kisses along your neck, going further and further up till she meets your lips. You grab the side of her face as you deepen the kiss. Ellie grabs the fat of your hips, intentionally avoiding the place you want her the most. She pull away from the kiss. Without saying a word you still got the memo. You raise up from your bed, turning your back to Ellie. She glide the zipper down your back, feeling like a teenage-boy as the naked skin underneath made her wetter by the second. You let the dress fall to the ground and stepped out of it. Ellie pushed the scrunched up dress to the side, using her foot. You turn around to meet her eyes again, now only dressed in your white, lace panties. ”The underwear match the dress, I see” Ellie more so stated as she let her hands fall on your hips. She couldn’t help but stare at your, now, naked boobs. She titled her head up to give them each a gentle kiss. Her slightly chapped lips made such a delicious contrast against your sensitive skin.

When you’ve had enough you pushed her back onto the bed. Her legs hanging off the bed as her back was pressed against the soft cover. You let your hands traced up both her thighs, passing her heat and up to the button of her pants. As you open up her pants you made sure to grab the elastic of her panties and drag them along with her pants, off her legs. Without thinking Ellie spread her legs. Allowing you to see her gorgeous pussy. She always gets flustered when you tell her she has a pornstar-pussy. Sometimes you wished you could just take a picture of it and hang it on your wall. To examine it like a piece of art. You pushed your arousal aside and pushed her legs together. Ellie gave you a confused look. You payed no attention to it as you took a seat on her lap. The only thing separation your cunts from touching was a piece of thin, white, lace. You hover over her, putting your hands on each side of her head before lowering down and kiss her. You let her take control since you were busy feeling her out. You just let your hands wander over her body freely. Not stopping them. Ellie moaned into the messy make-out as she grabbed the fat of your thighs to drag you against her. You pushed up her bra so you could squeeze her small, yet adorable, breasts in your hand. From previous experience you know she likes it when you apply quite some pressure, so you don´t stop until you hear the familiar groan. This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex with each other, but for some reason you feel a little more nervous then before. Like, still this is something different. It’s the first time as a married couple.

You got off Ellie, and without saying anything she got up. She took off her bra properly, tossing it along with the rest of your clothes. Before getting back on the bed she decided to drag off your underwear too. Ellie crawled onto the bed and took a sat behind you. She turned you over so you were sitting between her leg, pulling you towards her so your back was pressed against her chest. You could feel her hard nipples graze against your naked back. She gave your left shoulder some light pecks as her right hands traced down your stomach. You couldn’t help as your breath got quicker, heavier. Ellie's hand went down to your cunt, tracing her fingers along your lips in a teasing manner. She spread them, letting the cold air come in contact with your warm walls. ”Please, Ellie. Stop with the goddamn teasing” you whined out with a pissed tone. Ellie let out a chuckle behind you ”So needy…” she teased. ”…I like it” she mumbled in your ears, visibly making you shiver. She traced her index finger along your slit, gathering your wetness for lube. She groaned ”fuck” when she noticed just how wet you were. She slowly slide in her index finger into your wet pussy. You threw your head back on Ellie’s shoulder, mouth hanging open. Your needy hole finally being filled by your girlfriend's long, slender finger. 

It wasn’t till she pushed it to the brim the high-pitched moan that had treated to come out finally did. Ellie made sure to slide it in and out a few more times before quickening the pace. She knows you like it fast and hard. Only slowing down to add another finger before going back to her previous pace. You closed your eyes shut as the pleasure was so good now. Ellie made sure to slam them in hard, to the point where your thighs would shake. She felt you squeezing her, but decided to add one last finger. She wants to make sure you're filled. You bit your lips and unintentionally squeezed your thighs together. ”Ah-ah” Ellie warned as she stopped only to separate your legs again. ”How do you expect me to make my wife feel good with your legs are closed?” she said in a pitiful voice. Like she’s talking to a child. The only answer that left your lips were a whine. She grabbed your left hand, making your rings cling against each other. She figured she could comfort you that away, while still drilling her fingers into your swollen pussy. Cause she knows, despite your whines and cries, you love it. ”Don’t worry, babe. You're doing amazing” she encouraged you before continuing to slide her fingers into you. You look down between your legs and sees the veins on Ellie’s hand twitch as she pounds her fingers into your dripping cunt. A moan leaves your mouth just by the sight. You’ve always loved her hands. Whenever you’d had the chance to have them on you, you took it. 

Your unoccupied hand went to your back, sliding down till you felt Ellie’s wet core. She jumped at the unexpected touch. You teased her a little bit before sliding in two fingers into her. She threw her head back as a thirsty moan leaves her lips. She stopped her motion between your legs, having a hard time focusing on anything except your fingers. You curl them up to grace her g-spot continuously. You feel her legs squeezing you in the position you´re in, making you smirk for yourself. She tightened her grip on your intertwined hands, not knowing what to do with all this pleasure. Ellie swore she could cum on the spot, so she picked up the pace of her fingers. Hoping to make you cum along with her. You couldn’t do much more this angle, but based on Ellie’s whimpers in your ear you think she don't mind. ”Don´t stop (y/n)!” she whined, but the speed of her fingers weren’t affected. You were impressed. Ellie lets go off your hand to switch. You quickly soaked her three fingers as they effortlessly slide in, quickly finding the same pace as her right hand. You felt the cold metal of her ring against your entrance. Making a nice contrast from your heat. Ellie force you to look back at her, using her right hand. She kissed you as your wetness smear against your left cheek. You put you thumb on Ellie’s clit, really wanting her to come over the edge. She jolts at the unexpected adding of pressure.

Ellie moves away from your lips to place small, loving kisses across your left shoulder. ”Come on now, cum for your wife” she mumbles against your skin. You whimper as you grab a hold of her wrist. You could feel your heart rate increasing as the knot in your stomach snaps. A high-pitched moan leaves your mouth as you throw your head back on Ellie’s shoulder. She watch your face as you come undone, bitting her lip at the aroused sight in front of her. A sight she sure would think back on when she’s on patrol without you. Having some alone time. You cum on her fingers, covering her ring in your arousal. She pulled them out and put them in your mouth. You sucked them off as you continued to pump yours in her. Ellie came with some whined moans not so long after. Taking you with her as she fell onto the bed, arching her back as you continued to finger her. You felt her clenching around you, milking herself of her orgasm. You pulled your fingers out, looking at the glistering liquid covering your fingers. You could feel Ellie looking at you with half-lidded eyes from behind you. Her hands hugging your figure as she tried to collect herself. You turned over, so you were facing Ellie. Her breath hitched as you hip hit her sensitive clit. You made sure to give her a smile before resting your head on her chest. You listened as her heartbeat slowed down to it’s usual pace. Ellie slide you up, making your breasts press against hers. She nestled her face into your neck before mumbling ”I’m so happy to call you ’my wife’”.

[sunflowersandcherryblossoms]

Me, finally getting around to write the Sunflowers And Cherry Blossoms series, Byaichi wedding fic: "Oh, wow! I've written so much!"

*Goes to word count*

1723 words...

Fuck...

[itsgxsly]

ALL THE FEELINGS

Summary: Carlos can't resist the tears when he sees you walking towards him at the altar.

Pairing: carlos sainz x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 275

For years, Carlos had affirmed actively and passively in interviews, in videos, on social media, that he was a very private person and generally used to show his feelings only in very close situations. Everyone around him knew it. But at that moment Carlos felt that nothing else mattered, he was not thinking that there were people in front of him watching or recording him. He could only see you, as if everything around him had disappeared.

He feel Caco’s hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly, but even so he didn't have the will to take his eyes off you. He wanted to observe every detail of you, but he cursed the tears that began to blur his eyes unconsciously. Soon he had you next to him almost without realizing it. He took a deep breath as his hands gripped yours, almost as if you had anchored him back to the world, now more aware that he was about to marry the love of his life.

"Hi" the greeting came out almost breathless and a little shaky from the crying that was retained in his throat.

"Hi" you replied. A sound came out of your throat that was a mixture between a sob and a laugh, the set of emotions when seeing Carlos already surpassing you. You reached a hand up to his cheek to wipe away some treacherous tears that had escaped from his eyes. Carlos took your hand in his and left a soft kiss on your knuckles, the scene moving everyone present in the wedding. Finally, you both turned to the priest ready to spend the rest of your lives together.

[chrisolivia4l]

PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE ABOUT THIS

I need a wedding fic about Chris and i want everything, i want absolute tooth-rotting fluff i want love and emotions, i want Chris being stressed before the wedding and Matt and Nick calming him down, i want his reaction to seeing her in the dress, the kiss, the oath, EVERYTHING

(obviously they can be older, im not expecting anyone to get married at 20)

PLEASEEEE

[bi-buckrights]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tags ya'll 💕 @rogerzsteven @buddiearemydads @alyxmastershipper @spaceprincessem @hippolotamus

Surprise! I actually have something to share! Finally writing again after taking a month off, so here is a little snippet of the wedding fic I started working on today (way more than seven sentences sorry)

“Maddie we’ve been over the seating arrangements so many times, it’s perfect.”

“Well, we have a last-minute addition.”

Buck groans in frustration, mind racing through the seating arrangements which have practically been seared into his brain by this point, trying to think of where they could fit an extra seat. Whoever this last-minute guest was could deal with whatever table they ended up at, Buck didn’t care if they’re seated with total strangers. That’s what happens when you RSVP a few days before the wedding.

‘Fine, I’ll see where I can fit them – what’s their name?”

Maddie pauses on the other side of the phone, and Buck almost repeats his question before she finally speaks. “Do you remember Chimney’s friend from college? Eddie?”

Buck freezes, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. Memories flash through his mind, so clearly it’s as if he’s remembering something that happened yesterday instead of six years ago.

He can still remember the soreness in his cheeks from smiling so much, the way Eddie’s laughter filled his chest with something warm, something Buck hasn’t felt since. He remembers standing in front of that fountain and wanting nothing more than to lean in and kiss Eddie and thinking that Eddie might want the same thing.

Of course, he remembers Eddie. You don’t forget someone you spent a perfect weekend with. Even when that weekend ended abruptly, and you never saw that person again. You don’t forget someone you thought you could fall in love with, only to hear that they had dropped out of college shortly after meeting you to get married to someone else.

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[angelynmoon]

"Sorry to interrupt the concert," Steve starts as he stands on the stage, Corroded Coffin's band frowning in confusion as a hat wearing boy walks over to Eddie and starts messing with his clothes, "but Eddie has no sense for dates and the official we hired is refusing to reschedule."

Steve pauses long enough to glance at a suddenly pale Eddie.

"So, as long as you don't mind, I'd like to get married to the dumbest rockstar on the planet, preferably tonight." Steve tells them.

It takes a moment for understanding to sink in but when it does they shreek with approval.

Within moments the crowd has shifted so there is a clear path in the middle and someone grabs Steve from the stage and crowd surfs him to the far end as Eddie's people take the stage and set up like this was a given, the official scowling as he stands next to Eddie and the boy they know as Dustin, one of Eddie's biggest fans, or, in certain circles, his favorite child.

The band shares a look before they begin to play, it's a song that has never been played in concert before, softer than any song Corroded Coffin has ever played, it sounds almost like a lullaby and the crowd feels undeniably privledged to be part of this moment as Steve walks towards the stage

It's only when he gets closer that he realizes that the stairs are off to the side and he starts to veer towards them only to be blocked.

When he reaches the stage several of Eddie's fans kneel and help steady him as he uses their bent knees as steps, as they offer their shoulders to lift him up to the man tat holds his hand out to him to lift him up onto the stage and leads them to the official that waits for them.

And in the silence Eddie's mic picks up their vows of devotion, through hell and bat bites, through comas and recovery, and promises to love one another through accusations of murder and being a cult leader.

And Eddie and Steve vow forever on a stage in the middle of a concert during Corroded Coffin's first big tour, surrounded by their family and the fans that would eventually be friends, because Eddie would never forget the men and women who handed his fiance up to him, who didn't mind that the concert they paid for was interrupted so he could get married to the man he had loved long before said man carried him out of hell after breaking his ribs to restart his heart, a heart he'd promised would only ever beat for him.

And if he smiled when he noticed how his older fans steered his Steve away from the young kids that were copying his husband's style, if he followed the wave that happened that drew his gaze directly passed all those young ones that never had a chance to where his husband danced with their youngest child along to the beat that thrummed through the venue, well, Eddie was a smart enough man to know exactly what those children wanted.

It was too bad that none of them could hold a candle to the man that had saved his life, who had held his hand through a coma and the long painful recovery that followed, who kissed his scars and still got angry at him occasionally for being a hero after he'd told him not to be, who'd throw his balled up dirty socks at his head and told him to do the goddamned laundry, who kissed him in the glow of a movie they'd seen a thousand times, who dragged him into a fancy dance when he came home from recording another song for an album, who loved listening to him play him to sleep but never asked him to.

No, the kids wouldn't understand that there were some loves that happened only once in a lifetime, and how lucky it was that Eddie got the chance to be part of it.

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A/n: that wedding excerpt that I didn't promise you but wanted to be written.

[prismatica-the-strange]

Absolute Corruption | The Unplanned "I Do"

Warnings: 18+, tooth rotting fluff, extremely brief allusions to sex.

How do I breathe without you, if you ever go? How do I ever, ever survive?

A late-night conversation while on a trip leads to a sudden life choice that neither Hector nor Adeline will ever regret

I may have cried while writing this... a few times.

Word Count: 1.3k

Hector & Adeline's Wedding Playlist | Picrew Link | Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Adeline wakes up to the soothing feel of Hector's hand running along her spine, his fingers splayed across the skin of her back beneath her sleep shirt.

She tilts her head up, resting it against his shoulder, humming happily, "Good morning."

He kisses her forehead, making her smile, "Good morning, beautiful."

"C'mere," She cups his cheek and pulls him down to meet her lips.

He grins into the kiss, sliding her off him just enough to lean over her, hand gripping her waist.

"Amor," He breathes as he pulls away, "I have to ask you something."

"Mmm, what?"

"You said something last night," He says. He strokes her cheek, chest warming at the way her big blue eyes look up at him, "Something about... if we got married."

"Yeah?"

"You asked me if we got married if I wanted you to take my name and... Adeline, have you been thinking about getting married?"

She looks like a deer in headlights for a moment, pink quickly blossoming in her cheeks, "I-... I have."

The way he smiles is swoon-worthy before he swoops down to kiss her again, "I love you."

"I love you," She beams back.

He tugs her hips against his and pulls away just enough to press his forehead to hers, melting at the way she chases his lips.

"We should then," He murmurs and she freezes.

"Really?"

"As soon as we get home."

"Why wait?"

He looks at her confused and she tries not to laugh, "You know, the captain of a ship can legally marry people, right?"

"That sounds like something you need to book a time in advance."

"If you want the whole ceremony, sure. But, I bet if we talk to concierge, we could figure something out."

His nose squishes into her cheek when he kisses her hard, both of them laughing as they pull away.

"Are we doing this?"

"I think we are... Now go put some clothes on so I can take them off you later," She smirks, nipping at his bottom lip.

She lets out a shrill giggle when he dives down to messily kiss her neck, his voice muffled against her skin, "Fuck, I love you."

They spend the next ten or so minutes wrapped around each other as he pulls at the loose collar of her sleep shirt, kissing and biting wherever he can reach.

It isn't until a low moan spills from her mouth does she remember there isn't a wall separating their bed from where her sister is sleeping, "Where's Ro?"

"She went to breakfast an hour ago and texted that she was going to go lounge by the pool," He hums against her throat.

"Hey," She lightly tugs in his hair, softly guiding him up to her lips and he lets her, pressing kisses the whole way, "Let's go get married."

The woman at concierge is stunned when they call, to say the least. But she assures them she'll do what she can to pull the captain aside for them.

"Problem," Ada pokes her head into the bathroom where he's trimming his beard.

He looks over at her, eyes going soft when he sees her little pout, "What's wrong, my love?"

She leans against the doorway, fingers tapping against the tile, "I didn't bring anything white."

He tries to hide his smile as he wipes his face, "Is white really appropriate?"

Her eyes go wide and she slaps his shoulder, "It's Traditional."

"Since when has anything about our relationship been traditional?" He teases.

She nods with a slight shrug, sidling up to him. Her hand is warm on his chest when he pulls her close, "I have the dress I was gonna wear to dinner tonight. Do you think that'll work?"

"Amor, you could wear your pajamas and I would still think you're the most beautiful person on this ship," He purrs down at her.

"You're just saying that so I'll do that thing you like later," She scoffs. Her finger drags down his pec, blushing at his words.

He gently lifts her chin to meet his soft smile, "When have I ever made light of your own beauty for my own gain?"

"There's a first time for everything," She breathes against his lips, heart stuttering when her kisses her softly.

"Not this time, my love."

"Rowan!" Ada gasps, pulling Hector to a stop in the hall, "She needs to be there. Where did she say she was?"

"At the pool, but-" She cuts him off by tugging him in the direction of the pool deck.

"She could be soaking wet for all I care. I just want my sister there."

And she is. Still in her bathing suit, wrapped in a big towel and barefoot, Rowan stands in next to her sister, dripping on the carpet.

Ada and Hector had rushed her out of the pool so suddenly, she didn't even get to ask what was going on. But now she's excitedly bouncing on her toes because two of her favorite people are about to get married.

The blue of her dress compliments the color of his dress pants and pairs well with his dark green button-down.

They stand in front of the captain and Hector takes Ada's hands in his.

He slips her mother's wedding band from her right ring finger to her left and lifts her hand up to press the sweetest kiss to the metal.

"Hector, do you take Adeline to be your wife?"

"I do." He beams down at her.

"Adeline, do you take Hector to-"

"I do!" She answers quickly, squeezing his hands. Her cheeks warm, almost embarrassed at her own eagerness if it weren't for the hearts in his eyes.

"Well then," The Captain chuckles, "I pronounce you husband and wife."

As soon as the words leave their lips, one of Hector's arms wraps around her waist and the other holds the back of her neck as he pulls her into a deep kiss. Her feet leave the ground and she kisses back just as hard, burying her hands in his hair.

Rowan's little cheer pulls them back to the world and she suddenly throws herself at them, hugging their waists.

"You're my brother now!" She says excitedly.

He and Ada share a look before they start to laugh.

"I suppose, legally, yes, I am, Sappling," He grins, pulling both of his girls closer, "Does this make me a Rooney?"

"I think... " Ada's fingers lightly holding his chin brings his attention back solely to her, "This actually makes me an Escaton."

There's no way to describe the feeling that fills his chest, complete adoration isn't enough. He suddenly cups her cheeks and kisses her again, even deeper than the last time.

"So then, Mrs. Escaton," He grins as he pulls back, giving her lips another quick peck, "My everything... What should we do now?"

It's after dinner, Rowan has gone back to the room and the newlyweds are enjoying a drink together in one of the lounges when they hear a familiar tune being played by the band.

Hector sees the soft and almost longing look on her face and he stands, offering her his hand.

She doesn't bother trying to hide her blush as she takes it, "Since when can you read minds?"

He chuckles and pulls her to his chest, his left hand finding her waist, "I've always been able to read your mind, Adeline. You're an open book to me."

There's a few other couples on the dance floor, but to them, as she threads her fingers into his hair and lays her head on his shoulder, they're the only ones in the world.

He leans his cheek against her head, kissing her temple.

"And besides," He pulls away just enough to give her a small spin under his arm before tugging her close again, "I think it's about time we had our first dance."

She squeezes his hand tighter and hides her face against his neck. Then he hears her sniffle so he holds her closer and kisses her hair as they sway to the music.

"I love you," She says quietly, "I don't know how I ever got so lucky."

"I assure you, I'm the lucky one here."

[marvelcarbonara]

Achilles Heel

2341 Words, Loki x reader, fem/afab reader, nothing but “you” used, though.

You nervously picked at the side of your white gown. Frigga caught your gaze and you stopped yourself from pulling at your wedding dress. She smiled warmly and walked over to you, taking your hand gently.

“You’ll be okay, y/n. I remember my wedding day, the bundle of nerves I was, too.” 

“Thanks, I’m just-“ you took a steadying breath, “really emotional. Nervous, happy, exciting, and I know I want to do this. I really, really, want this. But I’m just…” you trailed.

“It’s alright, dear.” She patted your shoulder. 

 You smiled with her and adjusted your veil again, preparing to walk down the isle. Frigga was walking you instead of a father, because you were an orphan. 

It was sad you didn’t have any parents, and you felt a small tug at your heart when you thought about what could have been. However, spiraling thoughts were quickly interrupted by happy ones of the family you had. 

The avengers had taken you in, and they were all seated in rows to watch you wedding. Loki, your soon-to-be husband, was waiting for you through the doors to the aisle. 

“You ready?” Natasha spoke, puking her head through the door. You gave a thumbs up and a shaky breath, the looked to Frigga.

“Come here, dear.” 

She took your forearm in a soft grasp, and the doors opened wide. You walked down the aisle with Frigga, looking for the eyes of your husband. 

You met his eyes with joyful tears creeping into his gaze. His face was so full of love, and he kept your gaze until you were at the alter.

“Hello, love.” He spoke in your mind. You gave him a small wave with your bouquet, then faced the priest. The vows were said tearfully, and you kissed Loki passionately. He held you up and your arms wrapped behind his neck, and when you parted, you both smiled and laughed, finally husband and wife.

You went to the reception later and had your dance. However, instead of an Asgardian waltz, you had requested something different. It was one of your favorite songs, and to you, it held much more depth than any other song. 

The music started, and Loki smirked as he took your hand. You smiled and stood in line with him, his hand low on your side. 

Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

You're scaring us and all of us, some of us love you

Achilles, it's not much but there's proof

Twelve Years Ago- Avengers Tower

“I’m done! Fuck all of this!” You yelled, throwing down your whiskey glass on the roof. 

It shattered and bits of the glass leaned on your feet. They were dangling off the edge of the tower, daring fate to do it’s job. You were numb and tired of living. Tired of waking up each day empty. Sick of feeling nothing but sad or lonely, sick of saving the world when you weren’t even strong enough to save yourself.

“Y/n  l/n! Get down from there now!” 

Tony yelled and was on joined by the other members. Each one of them pleaded for you to think and stop, but no one dared to try and stop you. Everyone knew it would’ve made things worse, but still, it hurt to be completely helpless. You pretended to not here them and jumped headfirst into traffic without a care.

The rush in your stomach made you feel weightless, but you didn’t feel the hard ground hot you and shatter your bones. Instead, you hovered above the ground mere inches, as if the universe wouldn’t let you die. You sobbed hours after the team rushed you back to your room, upset that you didn’t feel the burning sensation of broken bones, of bleeding out. You were sad you still had to live.

You crazy-assed cosmonaut, remember your virtue

Redemption lies plainly in truth

Just humor us, Achilles, Achilles, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken

Remember the pact of our youth

Five Years Ago-Asgard

“Are you alright, love?” Loki asked, smiling but also worried. You had fallen off your mare and were now in the grass, surely cover in mud.

“Yes, I’m okay. Just uncomfortable.” 

He sighed in relief and helped you up.

“You did take quite a fall, are you sure you’re well?”

You laughed and kissed his nose lightly.

“I’m fine, I’ve got practicality an immortal being. Asgardian and all.” You said.

He nodded and walked you over to your mare, tying her to the side of his own horse.

“I still worry.” He said softly. 

He gave you a leg up to his stallion and then took his own seat. 

“I know you do, but I’m alright.” You wrapped your arms around his torso and he trotted back to the stables, attached to the palace.

Where you go, I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping

Since there is no me without you

Soldier on, Achilles, Achilles, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

Loathe the way they light candles in Rome

But love the sweet air of the votives

Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone

Engage with the pain as a motive

Today, of all days, see

How the most dangerous thing is to love

How you will heal and you'll rise above

Seven Years Ago- Earth, New York, Central Park

“I’m just so…drained.” You sighed and slumped into Loki’s shoulder. You both were seated at Central Park, watching the autumn leaves fall to the ground lightly.

He rubbed your shoulder and looked at the trees, taking time before responding.

“Well, it’s okay if you need a break from work, and if you need some time to do something distracting, or to be alone, that’s also okay. I’m here if you need me, love.” He kissed your head lightly and you a sat up.

“What did I ever do to have you in my life?” 

He smiled and took your hand, and you both just sat and watched the leaves fall, not needing anything else said.

Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, jump now

You are absent of cause or excuse

So self-indulgent and self-referential

No audience could ever want you

You crave the applause yet hate the attention

Then miss it, your act is a ruse

It is empty, Achilles, so end it all now

It's a pointless resistance for you

Five Years Ago- Asgard

The dark swirled in your head again. You couldn’t stop it, no matter what you did. You pulled at your hair and hit at your legs out of frustration, and you didn’t even notice when the sobs started. You heaved deeply for breath, and curled into a ball on the floor. 

“Here, it’s okay, it’s okay.” He called to you. You hadn’t even heard him walk in, but he was here now, on the floor holding you.

“Breath with me, so we can talk. Okay?” He asked. You nodded and listened to his breaths, then copied him. You finally caught your breath and relaxed, sitting up and slumping against Loki.

You were so tired now, and you felt his arms wrap around you gently.

“Do you want me to ask questions instead?”

You nodded again, afraid to hear how hoarse your voice was . It might’ve been hours you had cried alone, you didn’t know. You kissed the top of your head and asked about what happened, and you slowly grew more sane.

Achilles, Achilles, just put down the bottle

Don't listen to what you've consumed

It's chaos, confusion and wholly unworthy

Of feeding and it's wholly untrue

You may feel no purpose nor a point for existing

It's all just conjecture and gloom

And there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it

Do not waste yourself on this roof

Present-Asgard

Loki and you spun around the decorated ballroom, holding each other close. He leaned near your ear and whispered.

“You’re half my soul, as the poets say.”

You blushed and kissed his neck so slightly, because you didn’t reach his lips. No one else saw the slight moment, but you and Loki knew, and it was enough. 

Hear those bells ring deep in the soul

Chiming away for a moment

Feel your breath course frankly below

And see life as a worthy opponent

Today, of all days, see

How the most dangerous thing is to love

How you will heal and you'll rise above

Three Years Ago- Asgard

You sat on Lokis balcony with him, watching the sunset below the horizon. The sky ebbed an elegant crimson, which poured into the clouds. You held his hand and his heart in that moment, as he yours. You had been good lately, like a second life had started. He had helped bring you out of something so dark, and you had helped him from a similar area of rage. 

You both carried so much anger and hurt, but you had seen something in the other that didn’t let you give up on them. Now, you both had healed over years of hurt and were able to feel warm sunlight drift into dusk, holding each other close. He leaned in to kissed you gently, right as the sun slinked behind the clouds, leaving the sky dark.

“I love you.”

Crowned by an overture bold and beyond

Ah, it's more courageous to overcome

 Zip I have to go, bye!

You want the acclaim, the mother of mothers (it's not worth it, Achilles)

More poignant than fame or the taste of another (don't listen, Achilles)

But be real and just jump, you dense motherfucker (you're worth more, Achilles)

You will not be more than a rat in the gutter (so much more than a rat)

One Year Ago- Avengers Tower

You stood near the edge of the roof, watching all the people below. Memories of wanting to jump and jumping from the very same spot still haunted you, but now all you saw was a roof. No longer an escape, or a fear, or a gateway to unlocking something inside you. You watched the clear night sky from your spot, and you remembered the glass shards that had been in your position many lifetimes ago.

“Y/n? Is that you?” 

“Yeah.” You responded to Loki without looking away from the sky. He went and stood beside you, and you reached for his hand. He smiled and grasped yours firmly, then gave you a light kiss on the cheek.

“Do you remember your first week here? After New York?” 

He looked faraway as he replied.

“I do. I remember that cell, and how cold everything was. But-“ he faced you, “I also remember a thin, sickly looking woman who spent time with me, and saw me as a person who had been taken advantage of, not a monster.”  

You smiled at his description of you, as it was sadly accurate. You had been unwell after your many attempts, and Loki was a good distraction at the time. 

“Do you know how much you helped me, even as just a distraction? For the first weeks, I wasn’t even very fond of you.” 

You laughed while remembering what a grumpy, cold exterior Loki had put on in those days. You looked to him again and couldn’t recognize that scared man any longer. 

Now, he was full of life, as were you. He looked to you and smiled warmly, then pulled you into an embrace. Noe, that rooftop wasn’t a haunt. Not with him by your side.

 You want my opinion, my opinion you've got (no one asked your opinion)

You asked for my counsel, I gave you my thoughts (no one asked for your thoughts)

Be done with this now and jump off the roof (be done with this now and get off the roof)

Can you hear me, Achilles? I'm talking to you

I'm talking to you

I'm talking to you

I'm talking to you

Achilles, come down

Achilles, come down

One Year Ago- Asgard 

“Is this the book you told me about?” 

“Yes, but also the sequel. I have it somewhere here.” He replied, searching his bookshelf. You sat on his bed and flipped through the first book while he searched for the sequel. 

“Found it!” He said triumphantly, and walked to where you were. He sat next to you and handed you the book.

“And you said you had something else?” 

He nodded and you listened to him talk about Anton book series he was reading. You gazed at his face while he talked. He was so passionate and excited, and you loved listening to him ramble.

“Is something wrong?” He asked softly, you snapped from your trance and shook your head, smoothing a piece of his hair back behind his ear.

“Nothing, Lokes. I just love listening to you talk.” You have his a kissed and he took your hand. Your engagement bands clinked together, and you smiled as you remembered that he was your fiancé.

Throw yourself into the unknown

With pace and a fury defiant

Clothe yourself in beauty untold

And see life as a means to a triumph

Today, of all days, see

How the most dangerous thing is to love

How you will heal and you'll rise above

Crowned by an overture bold and beyond

Ah, it's more courageous to overcome

Present-Asgard

The singer and Orchestra finished playing, and you slowed your dance with Loki. The crowed cheered when your first waltz was over, and you looked into your husband’s eyes. He gazed in your own and smiled, leaning in for a deep kiss. It was a day to remember, indeed.

“You know I love that song.” You said when you parted. 

“Almost as much as I love you.” 

You teased. He laughed and you kissed him again, adding another memory to your favorite song.

[notchopin]

Misters to be - a Johnlock fanfiction - Chapter 1 - Deathsletters - Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

I actually think the idea is really fun!

It's not a complete fanfiction and it announces that they will be multiple chapters.

It's written in John Watson's perspective and tells how he met Sherlock Holmes and how they found themselves to get married so as to John can stay on the British ground (since he's from Afghanistan in this version). They only know each other for a few weeks and I can't wait to read how it will evolve!

Credits to @deathsletters

[cutestkilla]

Wednesday again, eh? Well, happy WIP Wednesday and thanks for the tags @hushed-chorus @ivelovedhimthroughworse @imagineacoolusername @aroace-genderfluid-sheep and @forabeatofadrum, and for brightening my day with your work. It's so friggin cold here (WHY?) and I'm suffering, but you all have fortified me.

Progress continues to be made on Ch 2 of my Simon and Baz attend a wedding fic. I made it through a section that was giving me trouble yesterday. Have a wee bit of that, Baz POV:

“Just go, Snow,” I say.  He looks at me, hard. Considering. I scowl back, trying to not to squirm under his gaze as Nessa’s wandering hand travels further up my chest, over the buttons of my shirtfront. There’s no way out for me now. Not without insulting her and embarrassing my father, and if I have to suffer through this I’d rather do it without Snow’s audience.  “No,” he says. “For fuck’s sake, you oaf–” “No. I– I do want to cut in, actually.” “What?” Nessa and I say in unison.  “I’ve already told you I don’t want to dance with you, you mongrel,” she squawks. Snow steps between us anyway.  “Not with you,” he grunts. And, to my everlasting shock, it’s me he reaches for.

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[starcrossedsoulmates84]

My first (but probably not last 😉) submission for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: Flood from @celestialmickey

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As awkward as he felt walking down the aisle, Mickey couldn’t help but be flooded with all the memories he and Ian had shared over the years. Some were good, some were bad, some were fucking awful, but if they had led him here, maybe even the awful ones had been worth it. 

He felt a thrill of anticipation as he looked in the eyes of the only man he had ever (or would ever) loved, and when he saw that reflected in Ian’s eyes, he could only smile. 

“I, Ian, take you, Mickey…”

It was everything he’d ever wanted.  

[ambeauty]

You guys ready to read their wedding 👀…. And honeymoon🤭

[itsgxsly]

THE DAY

Summary: The most important day of your life comes when you celebrate your dream wedding with the love of your life.

Pairing: pierre gasly x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 519

When Pierre saw you walking down the aisle on your father's arm, he had to pray to God that he wouldn't fall to his knees and cry right then and there. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life. Your white dress flowed so gracefully and emphasized every shape of your body. Charles, whom Pierre had chosen as his groomsman, squeezed his best friend's shoulder as he saw him close to tears at the sight of the woman of his life walking down the aisle to the altar.

You were not in a very different situation, you were wreaking havoc to hold back the tears and that your makeup that had cost you and your bridesmaids good time would not be ruined. But it was a difficult and almost impossible mission when you saw Pierre, the man of your life, on the verge of crying while he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful woman in the world. He made you feel like that, from the day you met until today he had made you feel like a queen every minute.

When you got to his side, your father left you with a kiss on the forehead and a handshake with Pierre. You were both so happy that the smiles on your faces almost didn't fit. Pierre can't resist grabbing your hands and gently kissing your knuckles, sighing to hold back the tears that came to him again.

"You are so beautiful, mon ange" you melted like every time he called you with that nickname in his French voice.

"You are so handsome, my love" and it was true, the wedding suit fitted so well to his body that you almost drool a couple of times when you saw him when you entered the church.

After the brief conversation between you two, the priest finally started the ceremony. There were tears and many smiles during this one. Your family and Pierre's could not resist crying when they saw the two of you so in love. You held back your tears until the moment of the vows, but when you both pronounced the written words, emotion finally overcame the two of you. Finally, the expected moment came after all.

“Now, if no one objects, I pronounced you husband and wife. You can kiss the bride" the priest pronounced the words so desired by both.

Pierre wasted no time in grabbing your waist and pulling you to him for an emotional kiss. The applause in the background was not long in coming, and you heard the whistles and shouts of what you recognized as some of the guys on the grid.

"I love you so much, Mrs. Gasly." Pierre had been wanting to call you that since he proposed to you, and it felt as good as he imagined.

"I love you too, Mr. Gasly" you imitated his words. You laughed at the euphoria of the moment and went back to engage in one more kiss with Pierre. One of the many that remained now that you had your whole life together.