aaa can I request a modern John Laurens X reader where it's their wedding day and they're both experiencing full on jitters and it's cute and stuff? no smut just fluff <3
hey hey I hope you enjoy this sickening fluff
john is my baby ok I love him so very much
“Howdy! This is John Laurens’ cell. Uh, if you hear this message, I probably can’t get to the phone, or my battery has run out. Leave a message after the beep.”
“Uh, hiya, hon. I just- I just needed to hear your voice, but, uh, I guess the guys have taken you off on some wild adventure. Um,” You tap your fingers to your lips as you furrow your brow. “I guess, uh, have a good party. No strippers! I’ll see you tomorrow,” You pause, thinking of something suitably cheesy to say. “I’ll be the one in white. I love you.” You say, and hang up, smiling.
“So?” Your friend Angelica asks, coming up behind you and resting a hand on your shoulder.
“Voicemail. I guess he must be having a wild night tonight…”
Angelica giggles. “It’s Alexander, Lafeyette and Hercules. Of course they’ll make his bachelor party something to remember. Besides, this is your bachelorette party, too, and we’re going to have fun, fun, fun!”
“Yeah…” You say wistfully.
Angelica catches your eye. “Uh oh. I know that look. You don’t want to stay at this party.” She grins knowingly at you.
You sigh. She’s right, you’d do anything to just be spending tonight, this last night before your wedding day, curled up on your rickety old sofa with John as you watch corny cowboy movies and feed each other Doritos and popcorn as though in the sickening honeymoon phase.
Hey, what can you say? You’re in love, after all.
“You’re right, Angie. I don’t, but…” You’re cut off by the distinct beeping of your cell phone. You glance down at it.
John❤️, reads the screen.
“Ah.” Angelica smirks. “I’ll leave you to it!” She squeezes your shoulder and walks off to join her sisters, standing a few yards away to give privacy.
You bite your lip to suppress a smile and swipe the screen, holding the phone up to your ear.
“Hi, babe. Sorry I missed your call, I didn’t hear my phone go off.“ The warmth in your fiancée’s tone soothes you. You can already imagine the wide grin on his face.
“It’s okay.” Your eyes crinkle as a slow, steady smile spreads across your face involuntarily. “What have the boys got you doing? No strip clubs, I hope.”
“Nah. Nah, just a night around town. We’re at a bar. Alex bet Herc that he can out drink him.”
“Poor Al.” You shake your head. “Tell him not to drink too much, yeah? We need him sober for his best man speech tomorrow. He can’t tell funny anecdotes with a hangover.”
“Ugh.” John groans, and you laugh. “Why did I make Al my best man again?”
“Because you went by the logic that you’ve known him the least time, therefore he would have less embarrassing stories. Of course, you failed to realise that since he’s your best friend, he would have the most embarrassing stories.”
“I’m an idiot." John sighs.
"You’re my idiot.” You say fondly. A sweet silence follows.
“…Can I tell you something?”
“…I’m…I’m really, really j-jittery and nervous." John admits. Your breath hitches. Him too?
”…So am I.“ You whisper softly. You can hear John heave a sigh on the other side of the phone.
"I don’t wanna screw this up."
“And I don’t just mean the wedding. I mean…us. I love you, (Name), and I don’t want to lose you, not for anything.”
“You won’t. Not for anything. I love you too, John. And it’ll be a lot clearer tomorrow when I see you at the end of the aisle, waiting for me.”
You can hear the smile in his voice at his next words. “You’re going to be stunning. I love you. Bye, now.”
The wedding preparations pass by in a blur, between people doing your hair, makeup, and helping you into your dress.
Oh, your dress.
You had to hand it to Hercules, he was an amazing tailor.
The dress was long, pure white and silky, and it clung to your upper body like you had walked though a delicate spider web. From your waist down, however, it flowed, almost like running water pooling around your feet. The train wasn’t that long. There was a light lilac sash tied just under your bosom with a delicate gold trim, and you had a sweetheart neckline with sheer, off-the-shoulder sleeves. It was beautiful.
You were beautiful.
Your makeup was mostly a natural look, but your lipstick had a slight purple tint and your eyeshadow was also muted purple. Your hair was tied in an elegant French braid, with a lily tucked just behind your ear. You held a bouquet of violets, lilies and lilac.
You can't stop staring at yourself in the mirror.
“(Name)?” Eliza calls from behind the partition that hid you.
“Y-yes?” You mumble.
“Come on out! We want to see you!” Peggy says encouragingly.
You take a deep breath, close your eyes and reveal yourself. The Schuyler sisters gasp and clamour in praise.
“You look beautiful!” Angelica cooes.
“You…you think?” You ask, mouth dry and palms sweating.
“Of course!” Eliza assures you.
Peggy frowns as she notices your hands trembling. “You’re nervous.” She states.
“Yeah. I’m all jittery.” You say, voice shaking.
“It’s all going to be okay. You won’t make a fool of yourself.” Eliza says calmly, squeezing your shoulder. You smile weakly at her as the wedding march begins. The sisters get into line in front of you, and you are vaguely aware of a large, male hand wrapping around yours and guiding it to a bicep, in preparation to walk you to your groom.
Your cue plays, and you step into the room, catching a quick glimpse at the guests before your eyes are full of John.
It takes all of your willpower to not rip your hand free and sprint down the aisle into his arms.
The walk takes an eternity, but you don’t even care, because he is right there and he is so breathtakingly, mindnumbingly beautiful that you can feel your heart breaking into pieces in your chest but you still don’t care. You could watch him forever.
You love him.
His eyes are alight with so much wonder and love, and his smile is wide, happy and bright. His unruly curls are pulled back into a low ponytail, and he is wearing an immaculate black suit with a lilac tie, the exact shade of your sash.
As you get closer, though, you can notice the faint sheen on his freckled forehead and the slight tremor in his hands as they reach out and encompass yours. His hands are damp with nerves, but that’s okay, because so are yours, your fingers threaded though his as he gives your palm a light squeeze.
Just being near him calms you. Your jitters subside, and you can see that he visibly calms as well.
Your eyes lock and your cheeks immediately redden at the emotion and devotion prominent in his gaze.
“Dearly beloved.” The minister begins. “We are gathered here today…”
You don’t hear any of it, until he motions towards you to say your vows.
“(Name) (Last Name), I have loved you since the moment I first saw you.” John begins. “I remember walking into my English class in my sophomore year, and all I could see was this girl with a (hair colour) head of hair sitting in my usual spot. I was ticked off, until you shifted slightly and your hair fell differently, showing me your face, and all I could see was this gorgeous girl. In my seat.” The crowd titters and he grins before continuing. “I was always too shy to approach you, to which Alexander, Hercules and Lafeyette would tease me to no end, even after introducing us when I would even talk to you rarely. When the teacher assigned us to be partners in our project, I was sick with nerves and convinced I would quit. Until you gave me that beautiful smile of yours and I felt calmer instantly. In that moment I knew that one day, I was going to marry you. I promise to always love you and to forever stay true to you."
You don’t realise that you are crying until John reaches up to brush your tears away with his thumb.
You take a deep breath before smiling and beginning your own vows. "John Laurens, the second I met you I dreamed of marrying you. When Alexander introduced us, I remember getting so nervous that I had to leave early. On the day you finally asked me to Homecoming, full of nerves and holding a bouquet of lilies, I felt so happy I could burst, and I started crying. We’ve been inseparable ever since. I want to grow old with you. I want to share everything with you. The two children with the fat cocker spaniel and a house with a porch - I don’t need those things, as long as you’re by my side for the rest of my life. You are my everything. I love you so much, and I always will.”
There isn’t a dry eye in the room as you finish. John lets out a quiet, shaky breath as tears brim and slip down his grinning face.
“John Laurens, do you take (Name) (Last Name) to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“(Name) (Last Name), do you take John Laurens to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“By the power invested in me,” The minister declares. “I declare you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
The last thing you see as your eyes slip shut is your husband's beaming, tearful face as you feel the weight of his lips pressed against yours.
sherlock: VERY drama, shouts a lot, literally just constantly groaning and making horrible noises to reflect how horrible he feels
john: grumpy, disoriented, always making that squinty confused angry face people making when they’re in the sun with no sunglasses on, would very much like to sleep until it’s over
both: want to be held by the other
Listen, I don’t know what happened here. One minute I’m trying to make sure I don’t retread any ground i covered in “Firsts” and the next there’s a puppy. I don’t apologize.
There were days John Diggle thought those two idiots would never figure it out.
For years, he had watched his partners in crime fighting slowly wander toward each other, wishing he could knock some sense into them but knowing they had to get there on their own.
As he sat across a banquet table from them now at the rehearsal dinner for their wedding, he couldn’t help but think of the long winding road they’d taken to get to this point. The years spent watching Oliver try to recapture his past with the Lance sisters, too busy shifting his attention back and forth between them to notice the woman right in front of him. The fleeting, forgettable men Felicity had dated, or at least tried to date. Each relationship failing because they sensed what she couldn’t or wouldn’t admit: she was already committed to someone else. It had been at turns immensely amusing and frustrating that literally everyone could see it but them.
They had the highest capacities for denial of anyone John had ever met; he’d give them that much.
In the end, it wasn’t an insane criminal threatening their lives or some personal betrayal or even a god damn earthquake machine that brought them to their senses and saved John from his misery.