i am calm bro

WHAT IN THE TICK TACK FRICK FRACK CRACKLE JACK MICK MACKLEMORE IS UP WITH THIS NEGATIVITY IN THIS FANDOM RIGHT NOW LORD ALMIGHTY LET ME DECEND INTO THE DEPTHS OF HELL WHERE I PROBABLY BELONG AND WHERE I RATHER BE AT THIS POINT I CANNOT HANDLE THIS JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL AND DRIVE ME OFF A CLIFF BEFORE I DO IT MYSELF

IM COMING HOME SATAN MAKE ROOM

Nash Imagine

Part 1?? Maybe???

For nashty—grier thanks for the request love!! And for guh-linn-skee I hope this satisfies your Nash feels!!

Nash’s P.O.V.

The time seemed to drag and the ceremony didn’t seem to be getting any closer. I ran my sweaty hands through my hair, trying to calm my nerves. The boys were just finishing getting dressed and Bryant was walking around taking pictures.

“Nash chill out, man,” my best man, Cam said trying to calm my nerves.

“I’m trying, bro. I really am but what if I screw up my vows or just flat out embarrass myself.”

“You won’t. You’re surrounded by friends and family that love you. Don’t worry about it, as soon as you see y/n walking down that isle, she’s all you’ll be paying attention to,” said Cam, laying a reassuring hand on my tense shoulder. 

I paced across the room, wearing a hole in the floor, as the boys eyes tracked my every move and Bryant continues snapping pictures. My hair has become a tangled mess from the amount of times my fingers have run though, pulling on the strands. I shrug out of my suit jacket and lay it over the arm of a chair and sit down putting my head in my hands. The boys whisper amongst themselves and then a knock sounds on the door, silencing them. I look up from my hands as the door opens and y/n’s and my mom walk in. 

“Can y'all give us a moment please,” my mom asked the boys, but Cam made no movement towards the door. “You too Cam.”

“But Na-”

“No buts,” my mom says cutting him off. “Y'all can come back in when I’m done talking to my baby.”

“Yes ma'am,” they chorus as they leave the room.

My mom knelt in front of me and takes my face in her hands with tears forming in her eyes as y/n’s mom stood by the door and watched on with watery eyes. 

“I can’t believe my baby is getting married. I love you so much, Nash. I can only hope I taught you how to be a good Godly husband,” she says and I wipe a stray tear off her cheek.

“I love you too, mom. And you did. Because of you, I know how to treat and love y/n, and I don’t think I will ever be able to thank you enough,” my voice cracks and my eyes begin to water. My mom pulls me into a tight hug, one that feels like she’s never going to let me go and in a way she never will. I will always be her baby, and honestly I’m glad.

“Come on let’s get you fixed up,” she says pulling me to my feet and helping me into my suit jacket. My mom works on getting my hair tamed and y/n’s mom comes up and straightens my tie.

“I trust you to take care of my baby girl, Nash. She has been mine and her daddy’s world for almost 22 years now, and now we can only hope that you will treat her and care for her like she is your world.”

“She already is, Mrs. y/l/n,” I say matter-of-factly.

Y/n’s mom smiles softly at me and says, “Call me mom. You might as well get use to it now.”

“Yes ma'am.”

Your P.O.V.

I catch a glimpse of Nash at the alter talking to Cam. My knees begin to shake and I’m glad I decided to have the wedding outdoors so I could go barefoot. If I would have worn heels, I most definitely would have tripped down the isle and broken my ankle. I swipe my bangs out of my face and smooth my hands over my white dress. My mom and dad come and pull me into a big hug. They pull away and my mom straightens out my veil and pulls it over my face.

“I love you honey,” she says, voice cracking with tears beginning to pool in her warm motherly eyes.

“I love you too, mom.” I pull her into a hug before Hayes can take her down the isle and to her seat. My dad hands me my bouquet and offers me his arm. 

“If he doesn’t treat you right you better come to me because I promise I will put him in his place, six feet under,” my dad says, patting my hand that rests on his arm.

“If it will help you sleep at night,” I joke.

“I’m serious, baby girl.”

“I know.”

I look up at my dad and the wedding march begins to play, my grip tightens around his arms and he lays a reassuring hand on mine. We turn the corner and he leads me down the isle. My eyes glance over the crowd of friends and family before my eyes stop on my handsome Nash.

Nash’s P.O.V.

Y/n scanned the crowd of family and friends, and my eyes took her in. She looked beautiful. So so beautiful. Her long white dress fit her perfectly and her hair was swept back out of her face but left down. A few seconds later of her scanning the crowd her gaze finally found mine and my nerves we gone. All that mattered was y/n and the fact that we would be spending the rest of our lives together. All I could see was her making her way towards me with a smile lighting up her face. She finally got to the alter and her father handed her off to me, but not before giving me a look that made me tense and fear for my life. I feel her squeeze my hand and I look down at her, locking my eyes with hers through the sheer veil that’s covering her beautiful face.

Your P.O.V.

Nash lifted the veil over my head and cupped my cheek before taking my smaller hands in his two larger ones and waited for the minister to start.

“Dearly beloved, we have come together in the presence of God to witness and bless the joining together of this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony,” the minister continues talking and my eyes wander over Nash. His gray tux and blue button has made his eyes seem more blue than usual. His hair is a tad bit disheveled and I can only imagine why, but what makes my knees weak the most is his smile. His smile has brightened my day many times before today, but his smile today feels like enough to last me a life time.

“Y/n, do you take, Hamilton Nash Grier to be your husband; to live together with him in the covenant of marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful unto him as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” I say, more confident with that statement than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

“Nash, do you take Y/F/N to be your wife; to live together with her in the covenant of marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful unto her as long as you both shall live,” he asks Nash, and my breath catches in my throat as an eternity seemed to pass by.

“I do,” Nash says, with a bigger smile than before.

“I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride!”

Not even a second later Nash’s left hand was on my cheek, his right fist pumping above our heads and his soft lips moving against mine. I pull away reluctantly, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my head on his chest looking out at our gathered friends and family. Nash rubs my back before taking my hand a leading my back down the isle into large cabin that housed our reception.

Once in the cabin, Nash pulls us into an unused room and brings my face up to meet his, in a kiss so passionate I felt it in my toes. He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, with his warm breath fanning my face and placing occasional kisses on the tip of my nose.

“I’m so glad you are officially mine. I love you so much, princess.”

“I love you too, Hamilton,” I say, already seeing his slight discomfort at being called that. “Now let’s go to the reception.”

“Why? Do you not want them to think that we started our honeymoon early,” he asks, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

Feigning annoyance, I hit him on the arm and take his hand, leading him out of the room and into the waiting eyes of friends and family. Our slightly disheveled hair and swollen lips earned us an uproar from the “Magcon” boys in which Nash responded to by grabbing my waist and dipping me down, letting his lips hover over mine but not actually letting them touch, before he stands me back up and pecks me on the lips. Glaring at him for being such a tease, I snake my fingers through his hair and pull his lips down to mine in a kiss that leaves the both of us breathless. 

“Score one for y/n. Score zero for Nash,” I say looking up at him with a smirk, causing one of his own to appear on his face before he bends down and whispers in my ear.

“If that’s how it’s going to be, just remember babe, I like to play dirty.”

Should I do a Part 2????