Summary : You’re Diana Prince’s, aka Wonder Woman, little sister…And you’ve always been the rebel amongst the amazons, the black sheep. You left long ago, and got hitch with the famous Bruce Wayne, when a problem brings you back to your home island of Themyscira.
It’s always the same question. Over and over again. Yeah ok, true, you weren’t the calmest kid and your curiosity often lead to a lot of troubles but…Diana was kinda the same and no one ever told her to “behave”.
Even now, as you were a grown ass woman, it was this good old question, that you just couldn’t stand anymore. It was moments like this, that made you glad you left all those years ago.
Being Diana little sister wasn’t easy. It wasn’t easy at all. When you were born, much in the same way than her, molded in clay and brought to life by Zeus, your big sister was already a hero.
She was already adulated by all on Themyscira island. Everyone always told you : “You see Diana ? Be like Diana”…And in a sense, you became a bit like her.
Only, when the other amazons told you to take Diana as an example, they were talking about how well she fought, about her principles and other things like that ! Not her…stubbornness and strong will.
Ultimately, being strong willed was a good thing but…Well, the only thing you took after your sister is the way she has, sometimes, that “I do whatever I want” kind of persona. But maybe a bit to much to the extreme.
Because as a child, Diana listened to your mother, your aunt (that you unfortunately never met but heard a lot about), and other amazons while you ? You, you had trouble with authorities.
You couldn’t stand people ordering you around. You hated when someone said you couldn’t do something…But the worst was that their explanation as to why you had to do things they said were stupid.
“Do as I said because I’m an adult and I know better”, who decided of that ? “Don’t do that, we’ll explain to you later why you can’t do it”, that was so dumb ! Instead of explaining to you why you couldn’t do things, they’d just expect you to follow their order and…well, that wasn’t your nature.
Besides, it was almost unbearable to always be compared to Diana. To always hear that she was better than you because of this, or because of that…Fortunately, you didn’t grew to resent her, but you did start to resent your entire people.
None of them understood you. Not even your mother.
Wanna Be Yours, 5/7 (Olicity, College AU, Explicit)
Summary:College AU. Felicity’s car breaks down in a major rainstorm, sending her walking to the closest house she can find. It just so happens to belong to Oliver Queen, and he’s having a ‘Skivvies Only’ party. (See AO3 for Author’s Notes.)
A/N: The response to the last update was so amazing! Thank you so, so, so much! And quickly, there are two songs that were sent my way that are so Wanna Be Yours that it physically pains me. Four Leaf Clover by Christian Hudson via @ellefraser17 gave me a meltdown on Twitter, and Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur via @onlyhere4olicity had me flailing on the couch this morning. Go listen!
My eternal gratitude to my amazing beta Margaret. She’s the actual best. The actual best.
(read on AO3)
(read from the beginning)
Wanna Be Yours, Part 5
It took all of Oliver’s
willpower to leave her. How could he not pause to drink her in? The most
beautiful woman he’d ever seen was naked in his bed save for his shirt still
hanging off her shoulders, looking up at him with the softest smile. Every bit
of him had itched to reach out for her, to take even just one more minute.
Rolling out of bed had been hard
enough - literally hard enough. It was a damn miracle he didn’t bust through
his briefs, especially when he had to watch her sit up on his bed like it was
the most natural thing in the world, like they hadn’t just decided this was a
thing a short second ago.
She must have been able to read
his mind because her mouth parted, her eyes darkening as she looked up at him.
God, her eyes… He could look into them for days, swim in their beauty, drown in
the fact that now when she looked at him, he saw the same desire he felt for
Absolutely wonderful things that happened in BOM aus(tralia)
- all of it
- it was perfect
- Arnold??? Wonderful, a true hero
- Kevin????? Amazing, he was beautiful
- Nabulungi???? The most beautiful, sweetest, kind, wholesome woman I know. Love her
- Connor???? Literally the best, he was so awesome, I love his pink suitcase almost as much as I love his dancing
- Mafala????! The best dad in the world, literally this guy is amazing, he cares so much for Nanu wow
- Poptarts????? So. Tiny. He was the smallest elder, what a guy I hope he lives a long happy life
- the other elders???? LOVE!!!! THEM!!!! They’re all so amazing and the actors put so much emotion in their portrayal I’m proud of everyone!!!
- uM “Australia, where they say G'DAY!” *auDIENCE FUCKN SCREAMS AND CHEERS*
- “oh no IM not having gay thoughts!!” *Mckinley: Shocked and Confused, excuse me yes u are boi* <- This had Strong Mcpricely Vibes™ it was gr8
- BAPTISÉ ME WAS FREAKIN HILARIOUS OH MY GOD THE INNUENDO WAS STRONGH HOLY HECK
- “A tribal woman who doesn’t wear a bra!!” *points at one of the villagers excitedly* I’m proud of u poptarts
- THE FUCKIN BOY BAND PUNK COSTUME WAS ACTUALLY SO FUNNY LIKE I THOUGHT I WOULD BE AS AMUSED BUT BOY I WAS WRONG IT WAS AWESOME
supercat! I just got on the bus and the asshole driver started going again and I fell into your lap. plus points for cat being too distracted worrying about germs. ;)
Kara loves taking public transportation. She loves the chance to see the amazing variety of people in the city, she loves the chance to look out the window and see the buildings roll past, and she loves taking the time to slow down and just exist for a while. When you have super speed, sometimes taking a break to just sit is the most relaxing thing you can do.
She usually spends the time staring out at the people and scenery they pass, having learned early on that most other passengers aren’t comfortable with her staring their way. People watching is always a better idea from a distance, and Kara hates to make people uncomfortable in any way.
The complex beauty of one of National City’s major cathedrals captures her attention when they stop, and it takes a few moments for the sound of complaining from the front of the bus to break into her concentration. It sounds like someone is arguing, and Kara frowns up at the driver as she wonders whether she should try to help. She usually doesn’t, not wanting to attract any attention or get into a situation where she has to use her powers, but if there’s something she can do to help then maybe she should at least try.
When she realizes it’s a mother and teenage son arguing back and forth about whether to take the bus or wait for someone to pick them up Kara decides it isn’t pressing enough to require her attention and turns back to the cathedral, letting the intricate stonework draw her focus in once more. The style is nothing like what she’d known on Krypton, but at the same time it’s somehow the closest thing she’d found.
Something in the details, the way the spires are bracketed against the sky behind them and the way the stained glass windows shine in the light remind her of Argo city and the way she could stare out her window for hours at a time, watching traffic pass below her as she found patterns in the graceful sweep of the buildings. Not many buildings on Earth can earn the same reaction, and when she finds one that can, it’s often nearly impossible to pull her focus. She’s drawn in to the point of shutting out the world around her, and it’s usually the most peaceful part of her day.
Which is what makes it such a surprise when the woman who had been arguing literally falls into her lap when the bus jolts into motion, startling Kara out of her near trance as she looks into the most beautiful eyes she’s ever seen. She could fall into those eyes the same way she falls into the graceful arches of the cathedral behind her, could stare for hours and never once come up for air.
“Oh, are you okay?” Kara manages to ask through her distraction and the sudden shock of having a beautiful woman literally fall into her lap.
“Of course I am,” the woman snaps, and oh Kara shouldn’t find that anger as attractive as she does. “And once I have that incompetent ass of a driver fired for his carelessness, I’ll be even better.”
Nope, definitely should not find that attractive, Kara thinks with some dim portion of her mind that isn’t completely overwhelmed by the sheer presence of the woman in her lap.
“I don’t think Ben did it on purpose,” Kara tries anyway, sticking up for the man mostly out of instinct.
“Be that as it may, he still sent me sprawling into a complete stranger. And while you may not be as germ ridden as every other surface in this death trap, I can’t imagine that was very pleasant for either of us.” The woman sounds very sure, very pointed, and the continued closeness is starting to get to Kara. She should probably help her stand, but the longer Kara sits feeling the warmth of her body pressed against her own, the harder it gets to move. Or think at all.
“Don’t look at it that way,” Kara says, mouth opening before her brain can catch up. “Just think of it as you literally fell for me.”
Her mouth snaps shut as soon as she finishes, and Kara manages to ruin her smooth delivery by flushing deeper than her cousin’s cape. At least the woman looks impressed, isn’t standing to find some other seat and taking her warmth with her.
“Brazen is a good color on you,” she says after a moment, the scowl she’s worn since falling into Kara’s lap softening into a slight grin. “I’m Cat.”
“Well, Kara,” Cat says, leaning forward just enough to make Kara’s breath catch. “Thank you for catching me. You’ll have to let me know how to repay you.”
Suddenly it’s not just Cat’s proximity that’s sending heat through Kara, and for a moment all she can do is. nod silently, wide eyed as Cat’s low voice makes her mind blank.
“I usually accept payment in form of food,” Kara says when she realizes the silent, dumbfounded look might not be the most attractive. She tries to put her own heat into the words, but from the way Cat smirks her seduction game just isn’t as strong as the other woman’s effortless game.
“If that’s your way of asking me on a date, your delivery needs a little work,” Cat says, and Kara’s flush returns. “But luckily for you, the cute works as well as the brazen. Friday, 8pm. I’ll take you somewhere nice.”
Kara nods in disbelief, not entirely sure this is real, that she isn’t imagining everything. She barely manages to remain coherent long enough to exchange numbers, Cat remaining perched on her lap the entire time.
“Well, this is my stop,” Cat says with a strange mix of regret and relief, standing slowly as if already reluctant to tear herself away from Kara.
And Kara finds herself just as reluctant, feeling instantly cold without the warm weight of Cat pressed against her.
“I’ll see you Friday,” she manages to say, watching as Cat turns and walks back to her son, wishing there weren’t quite so many hours between then and now.
Cat nods over her shoulder with a smirk, and Kara all but melts into her seat at the way the simple look makes her feel.
“Damn, girl, you’ve already got it bad,” a voice comes from a few rows behind her, and Kara can only nod.
“I think I really do.”
Ship: Hamliza (Alexander Hamilton x Elizabeth Schuyler)
HC’s: How They Met
- They meet in the most rom-com way ever. - Eliza goes to Peggy and Marias café with Angelica where she(literally) bumps into Alex. - He accidently spills his (boiling hot) coffee all over her. - After stopping Angelica from tearing him a new one Eliza tell him it’s alright and smiles at him. - And Alex just stops. - Eliza is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen? - Her smile makes the dull grey sky turn a lighter shade of blue. - Her eyes are sending him to another world. - He just Stares. - Angelica calls him out and Eliza is giggling. - He apologises a million times and says he’ll pay for her coffee as an apology. - She says he doesn’t have too but he Insists. - Peggy and Maria watching this go down with Cheshire cat smiles and knowing nods. - Angelica doesn’t approve of scraggly lookin’ Alex but she can see how Eliza is looking at him. - And Eliza can’t stop looking at him. - His hair, his smile, his eyes, oh, his eyes. - Eliza is helpless. - And so is Alex. - Eliza ends up asking him to sit with them. - He agrees, obviously. - Angelica makes an excuse to leave early, not being able to bare the shy small talk. - The shy small talk turns into Alex passionately ranting about politics. - Eliza watches his eyes light up with every word he says and she knows she is done for. - Alex asks her thoughts and she shares her timidly, not used to people really caring for her opinions. - And he completely agrees with everything she says. - He is impressed with how much she knows, because she knows a fair amount. (Eliza is smart guys) - They end up talking about everything, recent events in the world, their jobs, their interests, they basically play 20 questions at one point. - They lose track of time and Peggy and maria basically have to kick them out because it’s closing time. - As their leaving they both linger outside, not really wanting to part ways. - They both go to speak at the same time. (I told y’all, rom com shtick right here) - Alex bashfully asks for her number. She giddily puts it into his phone. - She walks away with a small smile and her heart pounding fast. (she glances back and they wave and it’s cute okay) - As soon as Eliza is out of sight Alex jumps up into the air, fist bumping nothing and grinning from ear to ear, yelling a loud “YES!!” and practically running down the street. - Eliza gets ambushed by Peggy and Angelica at home and she is Flustered and gushes about him and does the dazed , in-love sigh thing and Angelica and Peggy tease her mercilessly. - Alex goes back to his small apartment and straight to Johns room to yell about the cute girl that he is very much in love with and wants to see again and forever. - John is half asleep and tells him to go away. - He doesn’t. - Alex paces around his room debating on whether it’s too soon to text her. - Should he text or call? - Text. - Call. - Text. - He eventually writes (a small novel) a message to her and then puts his phone down and runs into the bathroom as if his phone is going to implode. - Eliza is just coming out of the shower when her phone buzzes. - She sees it’s from one ‘Alexander Hamilton’ and Smiles Real Big. - She reads (the small novel) his message and her cheeks are aflame, she squealing and hiding her face in her hands, She Is So Happy. - She re-writes her response five times before she finally sends it. - She goes to sleep with a Giant Smile and a fluttering heart. - Alex finally gets the courage to look at his phone and nearly falls over. - He reads her reply and totallydoes not run around his room jumping and hollering, no, no way. - He falls back onto his bed with a bright grin, staring at the ceiling and his heart hammering against his ribcage. - There is no way he slept that night. - He stayed up writing poetry about Eliza. A l l N I g h t. (so much p a p e r) - (idk what else to add so i’m gonna leave it there ;0)
I really did love Wonder Woman, but I can’t wait for the day when a movie won’t be considered revolutionary or wildly feminist just for centering on a female superhero, and we can actually discuss and change issues like how Diana was visibly wearing makeup in every single scene? How her beauty is commented on almost as much as, if not more than, her powers and abilities? How she literally fought a war in not just the most unreasonable miniskirt, heels, and corset ever, but also the most sexualized? How her lack of knowledge about the human world is used to put her into several precariously sexual situations? How in the end, despite that it is her movie and her story, the man is what unlocks her power? Wonder Woman was a welcome gift, but I want the rest of this decade and the next to be spent building and improving on it, not copying it.
My favourite trope in the world everis “character is suddenly given a female body, gets used to it, does not experience classic binary dysphoria due to being alien / being enby / a wizard did it / who cares, decides to rock her female form and starts to accessorise and be amazing while questioning and subverting gender stereotypes all the way.”
Because, being androgynous in gender myself, experiencing dysphoria in waves that sometimes gently lap and sometimes hit me like a fucking tsunami for days on end, and being AFAB and largely femme-presenting with long hair and flowy skirts and sparkly earrings, this trope was what grounded me growing up, and helped me figure out what I am and what I wanted to become. And young teen me didn’t even have the word “trope,” or much of a worldwide web at all, or even Google, because I’m freaking ancient and from the before time, so I clung to my scattered few favourite characters with every bit of strength that I had.
There’s a handful of stories out there that get this 100% right, the list of which is gloriously topped by Virginia Woolf’s novel Orlando and by 3rd Rock From The Sun’s Sally. And there are plenty more that get it sort of almost right and really did their best to work with the trends they were part of, and I’ll always love Ellen Barkin’s character in the silly 90′s comedy Switch no matter its flaws, and Grencia in Cowboy Bebop, for just being there for me when puberty hit.
And then Missy came along. And I fell in love. So hard.
But despite rocking the trope with panache and utter glee, and being played by the literal most beautiful woman in the world, she was still a villain. Still part of the way villains have been queer-coded for decades, still on the wrong side of morality. This is not a complaint — I love the Mistress for everything she is, and I love every line that comes out of her mouth — just an observation on how slapping feminine characteristics onto a male character has, for fuck knows how long, been a shortcut to paint them as evildoers. Moffat swerved past that and took it far beyond the discourse into the most amazing things and I’m forever grateful, but… we still also need a heroine. I need a heroine. A goodie. And I wanted so desperately for the Doctor to, one day, become that for me, for all of us queer nerds.
(Side note: if you’ve ever wondered why I talk about Exile so much, this. erm. this right here. would be the reason.
WE’RE SUPER HAPPY’ Liam Payne opens up about his love for Cheryl for the first time, saying she’s been his ‘dream girl’ since he was a teen
One Direction star gushes about his mum-to-be girlfriend in new interview
WORLD EXCLUSIVEFrom Dan Wootton’s Bizarre column16th March 2017, 10:01 pm Updated: 16th March 2017, 10:06 pm
LIAM PAYNE is genuinely living out his childhood fantasies.
He’s a multimillionaire, a music superstar and, to top if all off, about to have a baby with the woman of his dreams.
For the first time, the ONE DIRECTION star has broken his silence about his relationship with CHERYL, admitting the Geordie singer — ten years his senior — was the girl he lusted over as a scruffy teenager in Wolverhampton.
Liam said: “This is the thing. In a non-cliché way, it’s weird waking up every day and literally living out your dream. You wake up in the most beautiful places.
“Obviously I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world and she’s absolutely amazing. She’s been my dream girl since I was younger. She’s so ace.”
Liam and Cheryl, who I revealed were dating in February last year, are UK music’s No1 power couple, amassing millions of record sales between them courtesy of their careers as part of the biggest boyband and girlband of their generation — 1D and GIRLS ALOUD.
They first met when Liam auditioned in front of judge Cheryl on the 2011 series of The X Factor, where he went on to form 1D with HARRY STYLES, LOUIS TOMLINSON, ZAYN MALIK and NIALL HORAN.
Her experience in the music industry is certainly appreciated by Liam, who’s about to embark on his solo career following an incredible five years with his band.
Speaking to Rollacoaster magazine, he said: “She is a wonderful, wonderful person and it’s amazing to have someone who can relate to so much of things — someone who’s taken greater steps than me.
“Her solo career was amazing. She’s been in the industry for 14 years now.
“She fully supports me. We’re super happy. It’s a very personal, precious time for us. I’m still learning. I’m only 23.”
Cheryl is a wonderful, wonderful person and it’s amazing to have someone who can relate to so much of things — someone who’s taken greater steps than me
Liam will soon become the fourth member of the band to release his own material, with Harry still keeping the fanbase waiting.
The singer, however, refuses to distance himself from the record-breaking boyband, showing his loyalty by his decision to accept the award for Best British Music Video at the Brits last month.
He clearly has fond memories of being in the band, even looking back proudly at being thrown out of a hotel by the new President of the United States.
Liam said: “DONALD TRUMP actually kicked us out of his hotel once. You wouldn’t believe it.
“It was about [meeting] his daughter. He phoned up our manager and we were asleep. He said, ‘Well, wake them up’ and I was like ‘No’ and then he wouldn’t let us use the underground garage.
“Obviously in New York we can’t really go outside. New York is ruthless for us. So he was like, ‘OK, then I don’t want you in my hotel.’ So we had to leave.”
As well as speaking about Cheryl for the first time, Liam also addresses his secret friendship with JUSTIN BIEBER in his rare chat.
The singer revealed the pair confided in each other regarding the pressures of the industry and dealing with their “chaotic lives”.
Liam said: “He’s a great guy — inside there’s a really good heart.
“I said, ‘Look, the difference between me and you is I had four different boys going through the same thing to look to. He didn’t have that.’
“I said to him, ‘Take my number and any time you want a chat, let me know as I’m here and I understand exactly what you’re going through and I understand your world.’
“He needs somebody like that and in that position.”
Unlike Liam, who only has to roll over and speak to the person he’s sharing a bed with.
You were attempting to revise. ‘Attempting’
being the operative word. This was one of those
not-so-silent-companionable-silence times with Sirius. You had sent him off to
“bother someone else” twice already and he kept winding up back by your side,
whining like a toddler with a tummy ache because he was bored. It was like he
reverted to his childhood the moment you returned to school.
A/N: So this is my first ever Stydia fic, based on a conversation that I had with @cashtonclemmo a few days ago. It’s basically my version of how Teen Wolf should end for Stiles and Lydia, enjoy!
Summary: Stiles has time to kill on his long flight. What better way to do it than to think about how far his relationship has developed with his new wife, Lydia?
Warnings: Me being emotional about Stydia, maybe an overload of fluff, none besides that i think.
Stiles Stilinski felt like the luckiest man in the world. Currently sitting on a plane, a few thousand feet above the ground, the FBI agent was admiring his view of the world outside the aircraft. The sun was starting to set along the horizon, a display of bright colours illuminating Stiles’ field of vision. The young man couldn’t help but relate to the intense shades blending into one another, finally feeling as though everything in life was falling into place after years of chaos.
He remembered when he first grasped the concept of restoring some kind of order back into his life. He was 18 years old. It was the night that he and the rest of the pack had defeated the ghost riders and that awful Nazi werewolf. The night that he and Lydia were finally on the same page about their feelings. She returned to the Stilinski household with him and the Sheriff that night, refusing to leave the younger Stilinski’s side. The pair confessed their feelings for each other, and shared details of what the previous 3 months had been like without the other’s presence. If anything, the distance and slight memory loss on Lydia’s part had just brought the duo closer than ever before. Lydia didn’t want to know how it felt to be disconnected from him ever again, and Stiles? Well, he couldn’t agree more with his girlfriend at the time if he tried.
Stiles watched as Lydia slept in his arms on that very night, clutching onto his t-shirt as if he was her lifeline. Despite her strong grip, this was the most peaceful Stiles had seen Lydia in the decade that he had known her for. Everything that made him happy and content was bundled up in his blankets right beside him. In that moment, Stiles decided that he’d be damned if anything came in between him and his happiness, especially concerning Lydia Martin, ever again.
Stiles’ little walk down memory lane was interrupted when he felt a slight movement on his right shoulder. Turning from the window, his eyes caught sight of an even more beautiful view than the one outside. Like the memory from 5 years ago that he was just reminiscing, Lydia was asleep next to Stiles, her head resting on his shoulder, her strawberry blonde hair splayed out on both of them. Of course, the biggest difference between that night and now was that she was no longer his girlfriend. From today onwards, the two were married to one another, ‘til death do they part.
The last 5 years contained plenty hard times for the couple, that were unconventional to what they were used to dealing with. The supernatural issues had died down a little, but with college separating the two, Stiles and Lydia had new problems to face. With Lydia attending MIT and Stiles in George Washington University, the distance between them was a good 7 hours by car at the least. Stiles was riddled with insecure thoughts, constantly wondering whether he was still good enough for his girlfriend, along with the distance and the guys at MIT who, according to him, were no doubt much better at everything than Stiles was. He had never been one to feel good about himself, so he felt like he would understand if Lydia did decide to leave him. Of course though, Lydia didn’t agree with Stiles’ opinions. A lot of her relationships in the past were unhealthy, but that changed when she was with him. Even before they were in a relationship, Stiles constantly showed Lydia how much he cared for her, which in turn made Lydia care for the Stilinski boy just as much. She never ceased to reassure him of how good he was to her, and more importantly, how no one could ever compare to Stiles in any aspect.
The pair looked out for each other, and always got through things together. With the help of technology, Stiles and Lydia would talk to each other almost every day. From simple texts to snapchats to facetime, the couple remained up to date with each other’s lives. This meant that it was easy to discern when one of them was stressed or worried about something, college work or otherwise. Sometimes they didn’t even need to tell each other that they were specifically stressed; The pitch in Lydia’s voice would rise unknowingly when talking about anything, and Stiles would become more reserved in himself, giving shorter replies and not talking much on the phone. When one of them recognised these traits in their partner’s behaviour, they would drive out as soon as possible to be with them, usually on the closest weekend. They’d comfort each other for as long as needed, and would inevitably drive around in their respective towns, spending as much time with each other as possible before they’d have to separate once more. The drives always occurred in the Jeep, never in Lydia’s car. Stiles always claimed that it was more authentic to drive around in Roscoe, and even though Lydia agreed, she would never admit that to him, knowing that he would just boast about his loyal car with this information.
Stiles smiled down at his sleeping wife, knowing that she’d always be there for him just as much as he would be there for her. He kissed her forehead lightly, running his hands through her soft hair afterwards, knowing how much she loved the feeling of it, especially when she was tired. He knew everything about this woman, the love of his life. She was single-handedly the smartest and most beautiful person in the world, and he couldn’t believe that she was his. Even though they were dating for 4 years before he proposed, and then got married today, over a year later, he still couldn’t fathom that she decided to stay with Stiles when she could literally have any guy that she wanted.
He still remembered how nervous he felt leading up to proposing to the girl of his dreams. He needed it to be perfect, so he enlisted the help of Scott and Kira, planning the event for weeks. When he first spoke to Scott about the idea, he was a complete wreck.
“But Scott, what if she says no? What if she’s never even thought about getting married or what if she doesn’t feel ready to take our relationship to the next level or what if -”
“Stiles!” Scott had to cut his best friend off. He was thankful for supernatural senses, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to decipher a single word that Stiles had just said, all while seemingly forgetting to breathe. Scott stood from the couch, walking over to where his best friend was now frozen from when he was pacing originally. He put an arm on his shoulder and spoke in a much softer tone than how Stiles was speaking just moments ago.
“Listen, dude. Even if I couldn’t hear her heartbeat and smell her pheromones, I’d still be able to tell that Lydia is more than head over heels in love with you.”
Stiles shook his head vehemently, clearly in denial still.
“No but Scott -”
“I wasn’t finished. You’re the best thing that has happened to Lydia, I mean c’mon, she loves you more than she ever loved Jackson -”
Stiles scoffed. “Well yeah, that guy was an A-class douche.”
Scott laughed slightly, then spoke up before his childhood friend could interrupt him once more. “Look, my point is that there’s no one that Lydia would rather spend the rest of her life with. You balance each other out perfectly and she knows it, so if there’s anyone who’s going to marry Lydia Martin, it’s you, buddy.”
Stiles’ face was full of tension until hearing the last thing Scott said. His entire face lit up as realisation hit him, creating a smile so bright that nothing could dim it down in that moment.
“I’m going to marry Lydia Martin.”
The dynamic duo started to set everything in motion from then. Stiles asked Kira for extra help, knowing that she would be able to help in all things Lydia, in addition to keeping Scott and Stiles on track when necessary. Together, the three of them had managed to plan an amazing night.
On their 4-year anniversary, Stiles took Lydia to one of her favourite restaurants. Once there, she gave him a little surprise of her own. She presented him with 2 tickets to the next Mets game, and a voice note that said “It is you that I love, Stiles” in Yoda’s voice, courtesy of a silly app that she had found. He would have proposed to her there and then if it wasn’t for the fact that Kira would kill him if he didn’t go through with the original plan.
Dinner was followed by one of their famous night drives. Stiles wouldn’t let up on where he was taking her, much to Lydia’s annoyance, and they eventually ended up at the beach. They walked hand in hand along the seashore, talking about anything and everything like they always do. After a short while, Stiles led her to a part of the beach that she hadn’t seen on the drive up, nor when they were walking. It was hidden away behind a few shacks, but looked gorgeous nevertheless. A load of fairy lights were strung up overhead, illuminating the space around them perfectly. A piece of string was attached between two posts, with photos of the couple throughout the years hung up on it. Lydia gasped when she saw the setup, running to inspect the photos more closely.
“Stiles, this is really cute!” She kept her focus on the pictures of her and her boyfriend, admiring how happy they look in each one. She called his name again when she didn’t get a response the first time, and when he didn’t reply again, she turned around to see where he was.
Stiles was exactly where Lydia had left him, except now he was down on one knee, with a black velvet box in his outstretched hands. She gasped again in shock, tears welling up in her eyes as she walked over to him.
“Lydia Camille-Grace Martin, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. We’ve known each other since the 3rd grade, although you didn’t really notice me until sophomore year of high school. I’m really glad you did notice me though, because it’s what inevitably started this beautiful relationship between us, even if it did take a while. The last 4 years have been the best years of my life, and don’t tell Scott this, but you’re definitely my favourite person. You’re incredibly smart, and your beauty is too great to be described by ordinary words, along with your personality which never ceases to amaze me every single day. We’ve been through so much together, more than the ordinary couple have, and we’ve both been in our fair share of dangerous situations. Situations that make you appreciate who you love, and make you want to cherish them even more if you got the chance to be with those people again. Lydia, I want to show you how much I appreciate you for the rest of our lives. I want to dedicate every ounce of my time into showing you the love you deserve. You make me the happiest man alive just by being near me, and if you’ll let me, I want to make you feel just as happy as you make me. So, Lydia Camille-Grace Martin, will you marry me?”
Lydia didn’t know when the tears in her eyes had started to fall, but once they did, they didn’t stop, which brought Stiles to tears as well. Here she was, enjoying her life with the one person that never doubted her, that always supported her, and he’d just offered a chance of forever with him. She loved this man more than life itself, and before she even realised she was doing so, Lydia was saying “Yes” repeatedly. She couldn’t stop crying, but she was the happiest she had ever been in that moment, and it was all because of Stiles.
Stiles’ face mirrored the happiness that Lydia was feeling. He stood up, placing the gorgeous ring onto her ring finger, immediately kissing her straight after. A state of euphoria cascaded over the both of them, more than beyond excited to spend the rest of their lives together.
It was eventually Lydia who had broke away from the kiss first, looking down at the ring that accompanied her left hand. She didn’t take the time to look at it before, too caught up in Stiles’ words, and then in his arms. It was simple, yet still beautiful. A polished silver band wrapped around her finger, a magnificent diamond placed perfectly in the middle, with the initials ‘M.S’ and ‘L.M’ engraved on either side of it. She’d only seen it for a few seconds, but already it meant more to her than he’d ever know.
She was pulled out of her thoughts when her boyfriend, now fiancé, spoke to her softly.
“Do you like it?”
She simply smiled, even more than before if that was possible, and looked directly into his chocolate brown eyes.
“It’s beautiful Stiles, I love it. Thank you.”
He was more than relieved, happy that she liked his choice so much. He kissed her temple, in addition to pulling her closer into his arms, and sighed. “A beautiful ring for a beautiful woman. Happy anniversary, baby.”
She laid her head on his shoulder, embracing the bliss that she was feeling, until a thought crossed her mind. She pulled away from him slightly, giving him a light hit on the chest as she looked up at him. The hit had nowhere near enough force to actually hurt Stiles, but he still exaggerated when he said “Ow! What was that for?”
She knew he was joking, which is why her tone was only semi-serious, laughing halfway through. “This is why you didn’t tell me that we were going to the beach when I was asking in the car! You know how much I hate waiting for surprises!”
Stiles laughed with his entire body, practically shaking as he heard what Lydia just said. His head was thrown back, joy consuming him completely, and Lydia wanted to see him like this every day.
When he finally calmed down, Stiles looked playful with a little smirk on his face, and responded with “So I should have just told you when you asked? I’ll make sure to do just that next time.”
Before Lydia had the chance to respond, Stiles started walking off, further down the side of the beach. When she understood what he had just insinuated, she shouted “Wait! What do you mean next time?!” and ran after him. Her attempt to catch up to him was feeble; he heard her running and ran even faster, both of them laughing and being carefree together.
Stiles chuckled to himself as he thought of the memory, not caring how crazy he might look to other people. The sound and minimal movement from him was what woke Lydia up, seeming confused in her sleepy state.
“What are you laughing at, Stiles?”
He looked down at her, finding the mix of confusion and sleep on her extremely adorable. “Sorry, I was just thinking back to when I proposed. Do you remember how you reacted when you realised why I wanted to surprise you?”
She smiled at the memory, neither confusion nor sleep now evident on her face. “Yeah. Still thinking about proposing again?”
He couldn’t help but laugh again, a little quieter this time. “Nah. I think I’m happy with what I’ve got at the moment.” He followed his statement up with a wink, something that still gave Lydia butterflies to this day.
“Oh yeah? Anyone special?”
He took her hand in his, squeezing it slightly, never breaking eye contact as he spoke. “She’s definitely something. She’s like, ten-thousand percent out of my league, but today she and I got married. I guess miracles do happen, huh?”
Lydia had to put her head on Stiles’ shoulder in order to hide the blush that was taking over her face. “You’re such a cheeseball, Stiles.”
He took his hand out of hers, deciding to hug her instead, whispering into her ear. “Maybe, but you love me anyway so it doesn’t matter.”
The last year seemed to fly by for Stiles, Lydia, and the rest of the pack. Months of preparation and effort from everyone had led up to this day. To say both sides of the wedding party were excited was an understatement. Stiles had always experienced nervousness as a side effect of being excited though, and it had never been as bad a case as it was on the morning of his wedding day.
He was getting ready with his best friend and best man by his side, Scott McCall. The two had been friends since they were 4 years old, so it was only fitting that Scott was the only person capable of calming his best friend down besides the bride herself.
“Stiles, listen to me, okay? You and Lydia have been planning this for over a year. You’ve been together for 5 years, and I know for a fact that you’ve thought about this day even before that.” Scott paused, laughing at the thought of a younger Stiles, completely obsessed with everything that included Lydia Martin. “You’ve already got the girl, and after today you’ll have her with you for the rest of your life. You’re ready for this.”
Stiles appreciated Scott’s words, and even agreed to some extent, but he still felt uneasy. He looked from his hands, unsteady and shaking, up to his best friend. “I know, Scotty. The thing is, I’ve thought about this for so long that it has to be perfect. I can’t screw this up, for me or her.” He glanced down once more, his hands still moving on their own volition. “What if I mess something up, Scott? What if I have a panic attack in the middle of it? Or if-”
Scott sighed, being used to Stiles’ nervous ramblings by now. “You’re doing that thing again where you think too much and then become nervous about everything. It’s simple. You have no doubt in your mind that you want to marry Lydia, right?”
Stiles simply nodded, worried that if he spoke then he wouldn’t stop.
“And Lydia feels exactly the same way about being with you. When you’re out there in a few minutes, don’t think of everyone watching you. Don’t think about your dad, or the pack, or even me. Think about her. Focus on her when she walks down the aisle, and only her. That way, you won’t feel like you have to impress everyone else in the room, just her. You’re good at doing that Stiles, you always have been.”
So, Stiles did exactly that. When Lydia walked down the aisle with the Sheriff, she was the only thing that he saw. He was about to marry the woman that he’d loved since before he knew what love was, and suddenly he forgot why he was nervous in the first place. She was his world, and he was hers, so he didn’t need to worry.
He watched as she came closer to him, a tear falling from his eyes. She was the most beautiful thing that he had ever laid eyes on, and that wasn’t even the greatest thing about her. Lydia approached him, the Sheriff standing to the side as she reached his son. She wiped his eyes, her own showing evidence of tears also. They were wiped away by Stiles, the couple smiling adoringly at each other, before the ceremony began.
The event had happened without a single hitch, and before they knew it, Stiles and Lydia were officially married. After their first kiss as a married couple, Stiles turned to Scott, giving him a little fist bump that was only noticeable in close distance. Lydia didn’t miss it however, laughing at how some things never change. She wouldn’t have it any other way though, and gave Scott a warm smile to say thanks, knowing how crucial he was in getting both Stiles and Lydia in this position today.
The reception was an eventful one, to say the least. Filled with laughter and happiness, the entire pack was at peace for once in a very long time. Nearly everyone that mattered to the happy couple were surrounding them. Derek, Isaac, and Liam made up the groomsmen, with Kira, Malia and Hayden being the bridesmaids. Kira took on the double role of maid of honour also, making her just as important as Scott in the preparation for today, if not more so.
The only people who hadn’t attended either weren’t around anymore sadly, or they couldn’t make it. Lydia’s father had made a lame excuse about how he wouldn’t be able to cope if he had to be in a room with her mother, though he did try to back it up with how happy he was for his daughter. Stiles felt upset for her, and was more than mad that her father didn’t even consider going for Lydia’s sake. He watched her enjoying everyone’s company and leaned in to talk to her, quiet enough that people with human hearing couldn’t pick up on it.
“I’m sorry that your dad didn’t come today. I know that deep down you would have loved if he was the one walking you down the aisle instead of my dad.”
She held his hand under the table they were currently sitting by, speaking in the same quiet tone that Stiles had used. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re right, even though I resented my dad for making me choose between him and my mom when I was 16, a part of me still wanted him to be there for me on my wedding day. He chose not to come though, and maybe that’s for the best. You know I haven’t had the best relationship with him since he and mom divorced, and with the lack of contact, I feel like he doesn’t really know me that well anyway. I’m not the same person that I was back then, and he barely knows about the things I’ve gone through since he left. If he wasn’t there for me during my most vulnerable days, I don’t see the point in him wanting to celebrate the happiest day of my life with me. He’d also be a real pain for my mom, and I wouldn’t want her to deal with that, not on today of all days. She may tell me that she’ll be fine with him being here as long as I’m happy, but they weren’t happy when they were together, so seeing him again at her daughter’s wedding day would probably bring back some painful memories for her too. Besides, I’d rather have a father-in-law walk me down that actually cares for me than my biological dad who practically wants nothing to do with me. So, thank you for asking your dad to do that for me Stiles, it means a lot.”
This wasn’t the first time that Stiles was rendered speechless by Lydia, but it was the first time she made his mind go blank also. Usually when he’s impressed by her, a million thoughts race through his mind all at once, making it difficult to filter through them and articulate them properly. This time though, he really wasn’t expecting her to be so okay with the situation at hand. This is the one day that is supposed to be perfect for her, and she’s perfectly okay with not having her own father there with her? All Stiles knew was that he loved her so much, and that he was incredibly proud of how far Lydia had come along. 16-year-old Lydia wouldn’t stand for this, making sure that she would get the stereotypical ideal wedding even at the expense of others. The Lydia sitting right next to him though no longer cared about doing things for the sake of doing them, instead making decisions to make the people that she loves happy, which in turn made her feel happy.
Stiles still hadn’t figured out an appropriate response to his wife’s great monologue, so he did the next best thing. He kissed her as if his life depended on it, trying to convey how much he appreciated her through the action. When he pulled away, she seemed happy, but a little confused.
“What was that for?”
Stiles smiled, kissing her cheek this time. “I just… I love you so much, Lydia Stilinski.”
Lydia loved how her name sounded now, almost as much as Stiles did. “I love you too.”
From that point on, Stiles constantly referred to Lydia as Lydia Stilinski. It got a little tedious to some of the guests there, but Stiles didn’t care. He’s thought of marrying this girl since he was 8 years old. Now that it was official, Stiles wasn’t going to let anyone forget it.
Another thing Stiles kept doing at the reception was teasing his wife about the honeymoon coming up. Lydia had let Stiles plan it all, only regretting that decision soon after because of course he wasn’t telling her a single detail about it. Now that they were married, he was taunting her with the countdown to their flight and giving hints that were too vague to try and decrypt. As much as she hated surprises though, she loved Stiles and trusted that he would plan an amazing fortnight away.
It wasn’t until they got to the airport later that Stiles revealed his plans to whisk her away to Paris, a place she had always wanted to visit.
When it was time for the speeches, Stiles was dreading what would be said about him. Usually, he didn’t believe in regret; his policy was to put everything into his actions and move on, or to not carry them out at all. When the people closest to him had the power to exploit the stories around those actions however, on what is supposed to be the best day of his life, his policy didn’t really protect him. He was expecting the worst, so he was pleasantly surprised when his friends didn’t exceed his expectations.
To everyone’s surprise, Derek’s speech was the more light-hearted one of the two. To everyone who knew nothing about the supernatural, the speech just seemed like a bunch of anecdotes recalling Stiles’ funniest moments. The pack however knew that Derek was picking out certain parts of whole stories, for entertainment purposes. Neither Stiles or Lydia minded though, because it reminded them that even through the worst moments of their lives, they still made good memories along the way. So, when the sourwolf joked about Stiles still being a hyperactive spaz that is nowhere near ready for married life, Stiles was only moderately offended.
Scott’s speech took a much more emotional turn. Being the only person that grew up with both Stiles and Lydia, he knew everything that the couple had been through, both individually and together. Due to this fact, Scott must have felt like it was a duty of his to express to everyone about how he has seen his best friend crush on the girl sitting right next to him since they were in the 3rd grade. He explained how he couldn’t be prouder of the two people getting married today, and how glad he was to grow up with them at the same time. Even though she had no doubt about this, Scott promised Lydia that she will always be loved and looked after by his best friend. He then drew his speech to an end, half-jokingly stating that regardless of Stiles’ operative skills, Scott could still beat his ass if he managed to mess this up. By the time the true alpha was finished speaking, Lydia’s eyes were watering once more, along with Melissa, Natalie, and even a slight tear from the Sheriff.
Lydia watched the best man walk out of the venue, obviously wanting to take a breather. She told Stiles that she was going to speak to him, and then left to approach him. They stood side by side, in silence for a few minutes, until Lydia finally broke the peace. She turned to him, watching him take the view in.
“That was a really lovely speech, Scott. Thank you.”
He looked at one of his closest friends, appreciating everything that she had done for both Scott and Stiles over the years.
“It’s no problem… I meant it, you know, about being proud of you two. You’ve both come so far, and you’ve always had each other’s backs through it all, along with mine too. I honestly can’t see Stiles getting married to anyone but you, and I know he will be the best person for you as well.”
She turned back to where she was previously looking, staring at the lush gardens that surrounded the banquet hall. “You talk like you always knew we’d be together in the end.”
He shook his head slightly, smirking as he did so. “I wouldn’t say I knew, but I definitely hoped you would. Hearing Stiles talk about how much he loved you for as long as I can remember, it made me wish that you two would end up together eventually. When you started dating after the wild hunt, my first thought was ‘finally’, not just because Stiles could stop telling me that he loved you so much and start telling you instead, but also because it meant you would both start to receive the love I always knew you both deserved. If there’s one thing that I did know about you guys, it’s that I knew how right you were for each other. You know that saying that talks about soulmates being 2 sides of the same coin? That is exactly what you two are: soulmates. It seems even more fitting that you were his first love as well.”
Lydia thanked the heavens that she was wearing waterproof mascara, otherwise she would have scolded the man next to her for making her cry with his words. She knew exactly who he was thinking of when he said his last sentence, this being the exact topic she came out here to speak to him for. She reached for his hand, holding it comfortably in her own.
“You’re thinking of Allison, aren’t you?”
He nodded, confirming her suspicions. “She would be proud of you and Stiles too.” He smiled, thoughts of his first girlfriend flooding through his mind. “She would have loved to have been here.”
It was Lydia’s turn to think of her best friend. “Yeah, she always was a romantic girl. She’ll always be here though, in our hearts.”
Scott squeezed Lydia’s hand a little, knowing that she missed her best friend as much as he missed his first love. “Yeah, you’re right.” They shared a knowing glance, not having to communicate to know that they were always there for each other, to talk about Allison or anything else when needed.
The moment didn’t last long, Scott ushering Lydia inside, demanding that she get back to her husband and have their first dance together.
When Lydia did find Stiles again, he was standing next to his dad, in what seemed to be a very deep conversation. She didn’t want to bother them, but she did want to dance with Stiles, so she politely asked Noah if she could borrow his son for a few minutes, to which he accepted completely.
When the couple reached the dance floor, Start of Time by Gabrielle Aplin started to play. The pair swayed to the song slowly, Lydia’s arms around Stiles’ neck, his secured around her waist. In that moment, nothing else mattered to them but each other and the song. Lydia stared into Stiles’ beautiful eyes, getting lost in them like she had done so many times before.
“What were you and your dad talking about?”
He kissed her forehead, giving her a sheepish smile, almost shy even. “He was telling me about how proud he was of us, and how he knows my mom would be just as proud. What about you and Scott?”
She giggled, laughing at the similarity in their conversations. “Pretty much the same thing. He said how proud he was of us, that Allison would be proud, and she would have wanted to be here too.”
He smiled softly, enjoying her amusement in the comparison. “We did our favourite people proud, Lydia Stilinski.”
She could live in this bubble forever, only being accompanied by Stiles and gentle music. “We certainly did, Stiles Stilinski.”
Lydia had swapped seats with Stiles, wanting to get a closer look of the view as they flew over Europe. Stiles didn’t mind though, he was happy enough to just admire her instead. She turned to him, only to see him already looking at her. Both of their cheeks were hurting with how much they were smiling, but neither of them cared. Lydia turned to the window once more, leaning back into Stiles this time so that her back was against his chest. He rested his head atop hers, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
She looked up at him as best as she could. In a soft whisper, she asked “Can you believe we’re married? I still can’t.”
He looked down at her, falling in love with her all over again like he does every time he looks at her. “Me neither.”
She spoke so quietly that he almost missed it, despite being so close to her. “I love you, Mieczyslaw Stiles Stilinski.”
He pulled her closer into him, placing a kiss on her cheek. “I love you too, Lydia Camille-Grace Stilinski.”
They both looked towards the window once more, looking forward to what the next two weeks had in store for them, and every day after that too. They were at peace, knowing for sure that regardless of what life attempts to throw at them, they’ll get through it, together.
This is the day you’d been waiting for your entire life.
Ever since you were a little girl, you’d imagined marrying your Prince Charming - the man that swept you off your feet and showed you what love was really about. Although you had friends that had given themselves to a man they loved, or sometimes a man they didn’t, before marriage, you had decided to wait. It was what you wanted.
For a while, you didn’t think that day would come. Failed relationship after failed relationship left you wondering if the day would ever come. No one wanted to wait. No one understood why you insisted on waiting. And then Spencer came along. He didn’t care. Whatever was comfortable for you was all that mattered to him. Your geeky, lanky knight in shining armor. Did he fit the traditional version of a knight? No. But that didn’t matter. Spencer made you feel special, loved and perfect just as you were, so when he got down on one knee, you’d said yes before he even got the question fully out of his amazing, rambling, wonderful mouth.
Now you were seconds from walking down the aisle, your mother and father by your side, giving you away to the man you loved. This was worth the wait.
After the ceremony, during which time you both shed an inordinate amount of tears, you arrived at the reception and danced your first dance to Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Then you both cried some more. As you swayed back and forth in each other’s arms, you eagerly anticipated the moment that you’d be able to finally give yourself to him. You’d waited so long for a man worthy enough and you’d finally found him.
Maybe your mind should’ve been more on the reception - your attention turned toward your loving guests, delicious food and amazing music, but you just couldn’t keep your mind from drifting to thoughts of your husband. You did take everything in - it was your big day after all - but you definitely found your mind drifting toward the lacy, white lingerie you’d picked out, wondering how he’d react to finally being able to be with you in that way.
When the reception finally died down, you stepped into your limo, hand-in-hand with the man you loved more than you ever thought possible and made your way to the hotel where you’d spend the night before leaving on your honeymoon the next day.
After checking in, blushing glances shared between you at the front desk, you headed up the elevator toward the honeymoon suite. There was no one else in the elevator, so you leaned against his chest, listening closely to his heartbeat and then it hit you. Spencer was going to see you. What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if the sex wasn’t what you both thought it would be? Every what if on the planet flew through your head and in an instant you went from excited to nervous.
Spencer slid the key into the lock and pressed his lips to the side of your neck. It brought a shiver straight up your spine, but it wasn’t the kind you anticipated. The door swung open and you backed up into the beautiful suite, breathing heavily as his lips made their way from the side of your neck to your cheeks, nose, and lips. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” he whispered, his mouth hovering centimeters from yours. “How does it feel being Mrs. Spencer Reid?”
“Amazing,” you said truthfully. The feeling of being his wife entered your mind and the nervousness faded away for a second, until it came back with full force as quickly as it had left. “How does it feel having a Mrs. Spencer Reid?”
“Like a long time coming. I finally found you.” Why were you nervous? He was literally perfect. Why wouldn’t your body cooperate?
Gently, Spencer backed you into the bed, his lips and tongue ghosting over you collarbone. Out of nowhere, you felt your body start to shake. Something must’ve escaped your mouth, or maybe he’d tuned into the fact that you started to shake because your husband stopped dead in his tracks. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked. “Are you okay?”
He pushed up and placed his finger under your chin. “I don’t know. I’m just…I’m really nervous.” You felt your whole body heat up and not in the way you would’ve liked.
“We don’t have to do anything tonight if you’re not ready,” he said quietly. He kissed your forehead and pulled away, smiling. “Do you think you can put a finger on why you’re nervous?”
Spencer sat next to you on the bed, his arm slung limply around your waist, while you tried to examine the moment. Marriage, or any relationship based on lies, wouldn’t last, so you told him the truth. “I guess I’m just afraid that after all this time you might not like what you see, or we might not be compatible sexually, you know? It’s probably a stupid assumption. You’ve never given me a reason to think anything like that, but the thoughts just dawned on me all of a sudden.”
“It’s not stupid,” he said. “If that’s the way you feel then that’s the way you feel, but I can assure you that I will love every inch of you, no matter how big or how small, no matter how taut or how soft, for the rest of my days. Your body is the least of why I love you.” Sucking in your lip, you managed a smile. You just weren’t ready. “As for compatibility, love is more important than chemistry in my opinion. Do you love me?”
“More than anything.”
“Do you find me attractive?”
You blushed. “Very.”
“Then whenever you are ready, we’ll be fine.” You leaned in to kiss him softly. He started to reciprocate and then pulled away. “Not tonight. No pressure.”
“Are you sure?”
When he nodded and kissed your forehead again, you felt a sense of relief. He was really okay with not having sex tonight. You were still disappointed for yourself, but he was okay, which made the whole thing so much better. “Go get changed and then we can cuddle in bed for a while before we go to sleep.”
With a weight lifted off your shoulders, you went to get changed into a tank top and a pair of shorts. When you finished, Spencer was already dressed in a pair of flannel pants and a t-shirt with the covers of the bed pulled back so you could jump in with him. Leaning against him, you relaxed while he slowly combed his fingers through your hair. “Okay, so what was your favorite part of the day?” He asked.
“Our first dance. Definitely.” The joy that overtook your heart made your smile a mile wide. “It was everything I ever imagined as a little girl. What about yours?”
“Our first dance runs an extremely close second, but for me, seeing you in your gown as you walked down the aisle with your parents was probably the best for me. I’d had some nerves as I was getting ready this afternoon, but as soon as I saw you walking down the aisle like an angel on earth I knew everything was going to be okay - that you were the woman I wanted to spend my forever with.”
As Spencer spoke, you started to cry. Nearly twenty minutes later, your nerves had completed subsided. You had no idea why you’d been so nervous, but as you thought about maybe moving forward with what you’d originally wanted to do, Spencer began to yawn. There was no pressure, right? So you decided to mold yourself to the front of his body, breathing in steadily and letting it out until your breath had begun to sink up. “Tomorrow night?” You asked, giving his hand a light squeeze as your eyes began to close.
“Anytime you want. Whenever you’re ready.” He kissed the back of your neck, his nose sliding gently up your spine and into the back of your hair.
With his continued reassurance, you both drifted off to sleep, your breath sunk up as one. Sex would wait, or it wouldn’t. When you were comfortable, it would happen. Until then, there were other ways to be close to your husband - as you were now.
Title: Coffee, Cooking and Cuddling Author: Rizzles29 Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 16616 Summary: So you - the most clumsy woman in the whole world - literally run into the most beautiful and uptight woman you ever saw while grocery shopping. She hates you instantly and blames you for the whole thing while you’re too distracted by her beauty to stop yourself from being sassy. But you can’t stop the magnetism that hovers between you two, and neither can she. So you keep apologizing and asking for a coffee date, she repeatedly says no.
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