Prompt: You and Bellamy hooked up while you were O’s roommate in college. He disappeared the next day. It’s now five years later and you hadn’t spoken to him since, but you’d be forced to today. Lincoln proposed to Octavia last year, and it was now time for the wedding festivities and last minute planning to begin. You were Octavia’s Maid of Honor and Bellamy was Lincoln’s Best Man. You’d managed to avoid him for the most part, but you couldn’t do so anymore. You had to face him. You’d dated others and did your best to forget Bellamy, but a heartache like that sticks with you. And to make things a thousand times better, Octavia still doesn’t know you and her brother hooked up. Well, here goes nothing.
Pairing: Lincoln x Octavia, the gang
Warnings: language probably, slight angst
A/N: there will be another part! xoxoxox thank u all for patiently waiting for this! i love bellamy and i promise this will be more upbeat and i will include more of the gang in the next part! <3 (GIFS NOT MINE)
“O,” you groan as Octavia pulls you in the door and drags you through the foyer. “I swear, if I didn’t love you I wouldn’t come to your wedding, let alone be your maid of honor.”
“But you do love me and you are my best friend and you’ve done nothing but plan my wedding for the past year, so–”
“Well I’ve also been working full-time and taking night classes, but–”
“You know what I mean! You’ve worked your ass off for my wedding, and I won’t have you miss it because of some feud with my brother,” she walks you to the parlour and sighs as you stop and pull your hand away from hers only to cross your arms over your chest. “Babe come on, I promise I’ll do my best to keep you and Bellamy as far away from each other as possible.”
“O, he’s a part of the wedding, there’s nothing you can do to guarantee I won’t see him,” you sigh and uncross your arms, giving your best friend a soft smile. “It’ll be–oof!”
“Watch it,” you hear that gruff voice that you’ve learned to hate as Bellamy rams into you, walking away unapologetically.
“Excuse me? That was your fault, you stupid piece of–”
“Okay, guys come on,” Octavia chuckles nervously and Lincoln walks over, trying his best to get in between you and Bellamy.
“My fault? Maybe if you weren’t standing in my way, I wouldn’t have bumped into your fat ass,” Bellamy scoffs as everyone around you grows silent, waiting for you to respond.
“Listen, baby, I know you’ve missed my fat ass, but if you keep bumping into me I will kick your skinny ass,” you glare and walk past him, nudging his shoulder as you make your way to the group in the parlour.
“Ow owwww,” Murphy whoops and high fives you as you sit between him and Raven. “Epic.”
“I really don’t want this wedding to be a disaster, but come on,” Raven laughs and rests her head on your shoulder. “It’ll be hard to keep this wedding from going up in flames when Bellamy’s the best man and you’re the maid of honor. If I ever get married, please promise you won’t let me make the same mistake.” You laugh and kiss the top of your head, slightly terrified of the next few weeks.
“Hey, I’m good,” you hold your hands up in surrender as Clarke walks over and hands you a drink.
“Come on, you two got into an argument like thirty seconds after you walked in through the front door. Are we sure this isn’t just some sexual tension we’ve got going on? Maybe you two need to y’know,” Clarke wiggles her eyebrows and smirks, Bellamy having gotten that last part of her interrogation.
“Please, Bellamy and I will sleep together when hell freezes over, Griffin,” you grit out and down the entirety of your drink before leaning back and staring at the ceiling. “Is there any way I can be maid of honor without doing any more of the work?”
“As if,” Octavia plops down on the couch across from yours, resting her head on Lincoln’s chest. “Babe you and Bellamy have to get along in order for this to work. I mean if you snap at each other over small things like that-” she makes a gesture to remind you of your earlier dispute “then how are you going to agree on when to hold the bridal showers, the bachelor/bachelorette parties, anything?”
“I’ve worked my ass off this past year, O. You know you and Lincoln mean more to me than anything. Do you really have such little faith in me?”
“Of course we do,” Bellamy scoffs, leaning against the kitchen counter like he had that same day, years ago. “That’s why I’m here,” he smirks and makes his way over to Lincoln and Octavia. “I’m here to help clean up all your messes, your mistakes. You’ve been working your ass off this year? So have I. I double and triple check everything you do because we all know how terrible your judgement is. I’m here to continue doing that. After all, we do expect you to make at least 10 mistakes before we even get started on anything.”
Bellamy smiles at you, the silence growing as he finishes his little monologue. You’d be lying if you said his words didn’t completely dagger your soul, the only feeling worse being the fact that Octavia and Lincoln didn’t say anything. You clench your jaw and stand, making your way over to Bellamy with a tight-lipped, candy sweet smile on your face. You stop less than a foot away from him, raising your hand to cup his face and for a moment, his face falters and you revel at the fact. You lean over and brush your lips against his earlobes, whispering (lying) that your only lapse of judgement was when you slept with him. You pull back and smile when you see the torn look in his eyes and his clenched jaw, trying your best to keep your beating heart at bay, trying your best not to cheer him up. Your friends watch you two in awe and you turn to them, smiling.
I don’t think I know how to make friends. Other people who are my age end up being in weddings, going to baby showers, going to bachelorette parties and all that jazz and I never have to do any of that. I really I don’t like doing any of the things I listed so maybe I’m just kind of terrible and crotchety and even though I don’t complain about everything my bitch face probably gives me away. I have plenty of acquaintances but I believe my only close friends are related to me. I can’t think of anyone I could call about having a bad day other than my mom, sister, dad, or grandma. Oh well. I’ve always been a bit of an odd duck. This could also be me unwilling to rely on a person for emotional support because I hate the idea of inconveniencing someone and I can’t ever tell if people like me or not.
Okay sry I had to delete that other dress post because Amazon was dumb and said two of them were available for two-day shipping but they actually weren’t.
Soooo then I found these and then panicked and ordered them all before I could consult the tumblr fashion professionals 🙊🙊
I’ll probably return one or two, but tbh I’ll need white dresses for my bachelorette, wedding showers….christenings…nativity scenes if I’m asked to be an angel…the period of time between Memorial Day and Labor Day…vacationing with the Obamas in the Hamptons…
I had a doctors appointment this afternoon (all is fine, don’t worry) so I decided to take the entire day off and just take a day for me. I was at the school for 12 hours yesterday because I had meetings during my plan time and it took FORVER to get everything ready.
Our district is always short on subs, so I try to be as thorough and helpful to my subs as possible. This meant 7 pages of sub plans, everything laid out with notes (lit on my desk, math on the back cabinet), board fully ready, and even some candy left for her because I definitely know my kids were probably a handful.
Sadly and somehow, this wasn’t even as good as I would have liked it to have been. I also forgot to leave a note than almost a third of my kids would be gone for a majority of the day for a band field trip. Oops.
Despite being at the school so late (and then doing more teacher stuff at home last night), I am so glad I made the choice to take a day off. I slept for nearly 10 hours and really enjoyed today. I didn’t even do anything that productive.
Time to plan the rest of the week though and maybe even write another day of sub plans for Friday. I will be in Minnesota this weekend for a bridal shower/bachelorette party.
Rquest: Can you do a Gerard Way smut? Y/n’s best friend is getting married to Mikey and y/n meets Gerard and they hook up.
y/b/f=your best friend (WARNING: Smut)
I had been to a few weddings before, but this is my first time being the Maid of Honor. My best friend, y/b/f, insisted on me being the Maid of Honor, even though I was a nervous wreck and had no clue what I was doing. Bridal showers, bachelorette party, decorations, invitations, being the emotional rock for the bride…there was a lot more to being the Maid of Honor than standing next to the bride. Now if I can just present my speech at the reception as well as I can do in the shower, i’m golden. I held the flash cards in my lap, rereading them over and over when I wasn’t suppose to be out socializing. The reception had just begun and the guest were still taking their time making their way from the golf course to the clubhouse. I heard the scraping of a chair and looked up. Standing in front of me was hands down the most gorgeous man i’v ever seen. He had shaggy firetruck red hair, shiny hazel eyes, and was in a tight fitting tux. He looked up from the tags placed on the table and met my gaze. He gave me a small smirk and extended his hand. “Hello, my name’s Gerard”
“Hi, my name’s y/n” I took his hand slowly,before I could let go he brought my palm to his lips. Damn it was way too hot in here. “Your Mikey’s brother, aren’t you?”
“Yep” He replied, slouching in his chair two down from mine. “What’s up with the assigned seating?”
“Y/b/f and Mikey were very picky on how they wanted the seating” I laughed, mentally noting he had the same reaction when y/b/f asked me to print out tags for each seat.
“Typical Mikey Way” Gerard muttered quietly, shaking his head. “Only my little bro would put my grandpa between me and a hot girl”. I fought hard to keep my face blush-free and keep a confident look.
“Maybe if you showed up to the rehearsal you could’ve picked your seat” I sing-songed teasingly, making sure to keep eye contact. Gerard bit the inside of his cheek before giving me a lopsided grin.
“I like you y/n. Do you plan on dancing tonight?” I laughed lightly. Before I could respond, I noticed y/b/f’s parents walk through the door. I quickly stood up to go greet them, one of the duties of the Maid of Honor was to be a social butterfly and have fancy, dinner-party talk with as many guest as possible.
“Well, it was great to finally meet the flaky Way brother, but now I have to go ‘entertain’ all of the bride’s snooty extended family”.
“See you at dinner, babe” Gerard sassed. His smirk was way too confident. I didn’t have time to even think of a good comeback before I heard ”Y/n, darling! How are you?” from across the room. I just gave him a flirtatious wink and fast walked over to the crowd filing in.
“Next, our Maid of Honor has a message for the bride and groom. Y/n?” Mrs. Way gestured towards me as I fumbled with my cards. She had just given a tearful speech about how fast her baby boy has grown up and shared a few touchy stories of Mikey’s childhood. I noted to punch y/b/f after she returned from her honeymoon for scheduling my speech after the super sentimental and proud mother-in-law. Now the expectations are high.
“Thank you for that lovely speech Donna” I gushed as I got up to the mic. I took a shaky breath before starting. “Y/b/f is my best friend. I’ve never met such a lovely girl who fell for so many wrong guys. I remember our freshman year in college, she was crushed over a bad breakup and I told her: fall for a bass player, not the lead singer. Of course, I meant figuratively, but a year later she falls head over heels for a guy who can actually play bass” The quest gave a small laugh and perked up, seeming a little grateful to take a break from some sappy speeches. “Now on to Mikey Way, the man with the sharpest jawline I’ve ever seen. I want to thank you for being, well, you. A patient, supportive, all-around great guy to y/b/f. I think I can speak for everyone when I say there is no one I would rather see y/b/f spend the rest of her life with. There’s an old Greek tale that humans use to have four legs and two heads, the gods were scared of their power and separated everyone, letting them wonder the world to find their other half. I’m proud to witness to halves be officially reunited tonight. To Mikey and y/b/f” I lifted up my wine glass in unison with crowd, smiley at the energetic cheers and quickly got off the podium to take my seat with the other bridesmaids.
“Thank you for all the lovely speeches everyone, now its time for dinner! Everyone look for your name on the plates. Thank you!” I made my way over to the dinner table, finding it hard to focus with friends and family coming up to me to praise me on my speech. After many forced smiles and enthusiastic “Thank you!”s, I finally wedged through the crowd and to found my name scribbled on my seat. I was also greeted by Gerard, who was leaning back on the chair right next to mine with a smug look. “What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you sitting there?” His cocked an eyebrow as he lifted the small note card in between his fingers like a cigarette. The cursive letters spelled out: Gerard Way. He couldn’t hold his poker face for too long and the corner oh his mouth slowly began to arch up. “See? I’m just sitting in my assigned seat”.
“Your unbelievable” I smiled as I settled into my chair next to him.
“So y/n, how’s college going?” Y/b/f’s mother asked across the table. I quickly swallowed my chicken to respond. “It’s going really wE-” I gasped in surprise when I felt Gerard’s cold hand rest on my knee. “…well” I finished when my brain finished processing what happened. “Are you alright, dear?”
“Fine, food went down the wrong pipe” I laughed. I glanced over at Gerard, who was digging into his mashed potatoes, unfazed. It didn’t take long for him to begin gently gliding his hand up my leg. I squirmed as his fingers ghosted under the hem of my dress. His hand stopped suddenly at the hem of my underwear, pausing to rub small circles on my inner thigh. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and sat up, hoping no one would drop their fork under the table anytime soon. “The hotel were staying at is very beautiful, what was it called again y/n? Grandiosae?”
“Grandiosee..” As soon as attention was drawn on me, Gerard pressed his palm against my center, causing my breath to hitch. I could see that signature smirk creep onto his face as he massaged the wet fabric. I gulped and looked up to meet the other table guest’s eyes. All of them looked at me like I was about to pass out.
“Are you okay, y/n?” Y/b/f asked, clearly confused on why I was slurring my words like a drunk.
“mHm” I nodded, deciding not to trust voice when Gerard pushed his finger past my underwear.
“Okay…you just seem a little distant”. She finished with a small laugh.
“Nonono, i’m good, just a little warm in here. What about the hotel?” My pitch increased as the red-head’s index finger dragged lazily across my slit.
“Grandiose, huh? That sounds fancy” Gerard interjected casually.
I made a small grunting noise as his finger slipped inside. Thank god no one noticed.
“It’s pretty fancy” Mikey agreed. “According to TripAdvisor, their breakfast meals are on point”. Gerard nodded, looking intrigued while he pumped his finger in and out. I leaned my head back, attempting to cover up a moan with a cough. When I his knuckle made contact with my clit, I jumped up, slightly whimpering at the loss of his fingers.
“I’m not feeling to hot, I think i’m gonna sit outside for a minute, get some fresh air” I rambled out, fast-walking out the door before anyone could reply. I leaned my side against the wall next to the restroom doors, trying to catch my breath. I felt something soft graze the shell of my ear.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Gerard’s voice was incredibly low, sending shivers down my spine. I whipped around and grabbed his the collar of his jacket. I firmly pressed my lips against his while dragging him into the single cell restroom. As soon as the lock clicked, his hands greedily clawed at the zipper of my dress. He pulled away from the kiss and attaching his lips on my collarbone. I moaned loudly.
“Gerard” I breathed out continuously as he licked his way lower and lower, stopping at my chest. Within seconds he skillfully unclasped my bra, tossing it off to the side. He teasingly began to plant butterfly kisses along the swell of my breast “Gerard, please” I begged. He looked up at me, his eyes fully dilated, almost black. His lips curved into a a wide grin before he lightly bit down on my nipple. I gave him a load moan, feeling myself get wetter and wetter by the second. He suddenly thrusted two fingers in me causing me to cry out loudly.
“Fuck, your so hot. The way you come apart just from my touch” Gerard groaned as I gripped tightly onto his red locks. He suddenly pulled out his fingers and removed his lips, making my eyes shoot open to glare at him. “We only have so long until people begin to get suspicious. Can’t let anyone think the Maid of Honor is getting fucked by the groom’s brother right?” He said smugly, hands stroking my sides slowly.
“What a scandal” I laughed, moving the stray hair out of his face. He shoved his tongue back into my mouth without warning. I felt the cool surface of the tile walls, Gerard looming over. His tongue lapped hungrily against mine as he interlocked our hands, holding them above my head.
“Do you have a condom?” He pulled away briefly to ask.
I shook my head “It’s okay, i’m on the pill”. With that he began to fiddle with his belt. The loud clunk of metal hitting tile rang out as he dropped his pants, revealing his painfully erect cock. My eyes widened at his length, making Gerard laugh at my reaction. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he lifted me up the, nestling himself in between my legs.
“Ready?” He asked. I nodded in response. He slowly inched himself into me, letting my adjust. We both moaned loudly at the contact. I squirmed against him as he pushed himself all the way in. “Are you okay?” His wild, dark eyes met mine and I simply groaned in response.
“Please move” I begged, my voice coming out in gasps. He pulled out halfway before slamming back into me.
“F-fuck, your so tight” Gerard groaned out, biting his plump lips. He soon built up a steady rhythm. The head of his shaft brushed past a bundle of nerves, causing me to moan his name loudly and claw at his back. He briefly pulled out to re-angle himself at my G-Spot before thrusting back in sharply.
“Fuck, Gerard. I’m close” I choked out.
“Me too, baby. Cum for me y/n” He whispered into my ear. My legs clenched around his waist as I felt my stomach beginning to tighten. Shouting out Gerard’s name, my climax rocked through my body. Pleasure washed over me and I kissed his neck wildly.
“Shit y/n” Gerard groaned loudly as he hit his climax, spilling inside me. He rocked his hips smoothly, milking out all of his seed. He leaned his sweaty forehead against mine as he began to catch his breath. “That was fucking amazing”
A few minutes of rushing to get our clothes on and make sure we both don’t look like we just had sex in the restrooms, we made our way back into the reception. The lights dimmed as we walked in, everyone headed over to the dance floor. Gerard laughed loudly and turned to me. “May I have this dance?” He gave me a small bow and offered his hand. I couldn’t help but smile at him, the large goofy grin plastered on his face, warm,bright green eyes. I felt butterflies erupt at the way he rubbed his thumb against my palm.
So based on the response I received of likes, reblogs, and messages on the Finn teaser I posted the other day…I’ve decided to make a mini Finn Balor Wedding Series.
The chapter ideas I have so far include: the Proposal, Shopping for the Dress, Bridal Shower, Bachelorette Party, Rehearsal Dinner, Morning of the Wedding, the Ceremony, the Reception, and the Wedding Night.
If anyone has any other ideas for the series let me know! I’d love to hear them!
One by one,
each member of the team made their way back home, closing down their safe
houses and returning to the upstate compound as they all waited for the date of
Tony and Steve’s meeting with T’Challa and the United Nations to finally
arrive. Without any missions to go on
until the Accords had been revised, the team was getting a little stir crazy
and desperate for something to do.
True Fluff Series Word Count: 515 Summary: Jess, Kayla, and Mary throw an engagement party for Dean and the reader. Warnings: Implied sexy times.
A/N: This is a combination of Andi’s gif challenge, and one of the prompts voted from my poll for what you all would want to see while I am away at the convention. There were several winners, so I’m starting them today! The prompt for today is, “I’m a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind.”
I like to think that at Josh and Donna's wedding, they fought over who got to have Sam as their Best Man/Man of Honor.
Donna glanced up from her clipboard
when Josh walked in the front door and threw his overcoat onto the
already precariously balanced rack. She made a bet with herself.
Thirty extra minutes on the treadmill if he went ninety seconds
“I can’t believe you’re still being
so unreasonable about this!” he whined as she mentally awarded
herself an extra scoop of ice cream after dinner. “Twenty years,
“That’s a long time,” she agreed
mildly, looking back down at her clipboard and hiding her smirk.
“Does it make you feel old?”
this collection of rainbow party supplies by supplyandco are like a bold tie dye throwback … peace, man. if they’re a bit too vibrant for your big day, consider them for your shower or bachelorette party!
two miserable people meeting at a wedding au SasuSaku!!!
when they’re both in the bridal suite, sakura is quick to lock the door from the inside and stuff the key that she’s responsible for into her bra. as the maid – or, technically, matron – of honour and best man, the two had been busy doing, well, everything. they spent most of the day apart, so it was nice to finally be together again.
after removing the jacket of his tux, sasuke plops onto the small couch inside. sakura attempts to adjust her ridiculously tight dress to be comfortable, but eventually she groans and, fed up, takes the dress off entirely. donning her underwear and her spanx, she sits beside sasuke.
Summary: When Emma accepted Killian’s proposal, she thought a year-long engagement would be a wise decision. But two months before the wedding, she’s at the end of her rope, and it’ll take a miracle to solve her problems. Rating: T (language) Word count: 6k
Happy birthday, kat2609!! Your comments/reviews as you read With Affection totally made my day, way back when, and as a gift to you, I’ve written a one-shot from that universe.
If you haven’t read With Affection, this story will make no sense to you, so go read that first: FFnet/AO3
“Oh, come on.”
“It’s not like he’ll have a problem with it.”
“Who are you? Mary Margaret?”
“You need to live a little. You only get one bachelorette party!” Ruby smirked. “Well, you only plan to get one, but you know what I mean.”
Emma rubbed her temples, resisting the urge to hang up on her friend. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but when have I ever made you think I’d be interested in going to a strip club?”
“Come on, Emma! Mary Margaret’s bachelorette party was so boring!”
“Hey!” High tea wasn’t for everyone, but Mary Margaret had always wanted to go. And the bride had said it had made her feel like a princess. And, more importantly: “I worked hard to plan that!”
“And we’re working hard to plan this,” Ruby replied. “You’re giving me nothing to work with, babe.”
And she was sorry. She remembered how much she’d stressed over planning a bridal shower and bachelorette for Mary Margaret; if her sister hadn’t given her so much guidance and feedback about what kinds of parties she wanted, it would have been borderline nightmarish. But she had a feeling that giving Ruby something to work with wasn’t going to help, unless she told Ruby that she wanted to get a lap dance from a mostly naked dude.
“Okay, look. I just want something low key, just us and Belle. No penises.” She sighed. “This doesn’t have to be a wild night to remember. I just want to have a little celebration with close friends.”
“Ugh, you are no fun! I’ll try to think of something. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
Emma hung up and let out a long, heavy sigh. When she’d accepted Killian’s proposal on Thanksgiving, she’d been equal parts shocked and excited. It wasn’t like marriage was totally off the radar until that point, but it was always just this hypothetical thing they’d talk about very occasionally. But she’d had no idea that he’d been ready to take that step.
She was a little worried, though, that they’d been moving too quickly. Before going downstairs for breakfast the following morning, she’d warned him that the first question her parents asked when Mary Margaret and David got engaged was when the wedding would be. Killian had simply shrugged and asked if she had any thoughts, giving her the perfect opportunity to ask for a year-long engagement. A year would give her plenty of time to feel unhurried, to feel confident that they were getting married because they loved each other, and not because they were in some ridiculously prolonged honeymoon-phase bubble.
Emma regretted that decision. With two months to go until the wedding, every day seemed to involve suppressing a homicidal rage she didn’t even know she was capable of experiencing. How could she have ever thought that a year-long engagement was a good idea?
Liam- ‘I wish you could be here babe :(’ You texted to Liam as you sat in a dressing room while you waited for a consultant to bring a wedding dress you had fell in love with to you. 'But that’s all part of the surprise babeee! I will see you when you get home and I even have a surprise for dinner!!’ Liam replied just as the consultant brought in a gorgeous wedding dress. “Holy shit this can’t be real right now.” You said looking at the dress. “It’s real hun.” She said giving you the chills. “I know already that this is the dress I just have a gut feeling.” You said. “I’m going to be honest with you I have the same feeling, you’re going to look stunning in this.” She said. “Well thank you.” You said with a giggle. “Are you ready to put it on?” She asked. “Yes!” You said so excited as you stood up and removed the satin robe they had given you to put on. “Oh my god I am shaking.” You said stepping into the gown. “I don’t want to cry!” You moaned as she pulled the dress up your body. “(YN) That is beautiful.” She said as you looked at yourself in the mirror and began to cry. “Are you ready to show your mum, mum-in-law, sister-in-laws and friends?” she asked. “Uhh huh.” You said wiping the tears with a smile. “Alright.. Here she comes!” you heard your consultant say as you walked out to where your mum and friends were sitting. “Oh my god.” You heard a friend say. “I love it.” You heard Ruth say. “(YN) That’s the dress.” Your mum said. “It is.” You said crying even more. “I’m getting married in this dress.” You said with the biggest smile.
Niall- “So (YN) what type of dress are you looking for?” a consultant asked you. “Well we are having a very classic wedding, very traditional. I’m pretty simple but I still want some pizzazz to it ya know?” You said. “Not that my opinion really matters I really want to see her in a mermaid type of dress, she has the body for one.” Your sister said. “We’ve already discussed this I haaaate! Mermaid dresses!” You said playfully glaring at your sister. “Well I will remember that, Is anyone else coming or is it just the two of you?” She asked. “Just us..” You said trying not to sound too upset. “Alright well I don’t know if you both want to come back while I pull some dresses or if you want to wait here.” She said to your sister. “I’ll wait out here, that’s fine.” your sister said. “Well (YN) you can come back here and I will be with you in just a few minuets.” The consultant said. You tried to enjoy your big day but you were having a hard time without your mom there, even though you hadn’t talked in ages, part of you still wanted her there. “(YN) I have a few dresses, would you like to try them?” you consultant asked. “Sure.” You said forcing a smile. After you tried on three dresses, not loving them you tried on a fourth and fell in love. “I love this.” You said sliding into the dress. “Would you like to go show your sister?” She asked. “Yes I would!” You said looking in the mirror a final time. “I think we could’ve found the dress!” the consultant said excitedly. “Oh my god!” You said seeing Maura and Denise now sitting with your sister. “Hi honey!” Maura said getting up to hug you. “I’m so glad to see you guys!” you said to them. “I wanted you to have some mother-figure here for you sis.” Your sister said making you tear up. “I love you all, and I’m so glad you were here because I know this is the dress!”
Louis- “Ma I just feel really strange” You said as you two looked around a small bridal boutique. “(YN) You have to get that out of your head.” She said. “I know I do but its not that I don’t feel right I just feel different.” You said. “Hun I know but when you put on a dress you will feel better I promise you, you just need to look a little.” She said. “So what kind of wedding are you having?” A worker came over and said. “We’re getting married on the beach, its just going to be pretty small.” you said. “Oh my god! I have been waiting for someone like you to come in, I have a dress that is beautiful but you really just need the right type of wedding for it and your wedding sounds perfect for it!” She said. “Do you want to try it?” She asked. “She would love too.” Your mum said with a huge smile. “Alight then." you said. "Here there is a robe in the first room, I will go get it for you.. Mum you can go sit on that couch!" the women said excitedly. "Muuuum” You said not wanting to try on the dress. “(YN) Go. You will feel better when you try it.” She said. “You will feel better.” You repeated to yourself while you sat in the robe waiting for the dress. “(YN) may I come in?” she asked. “Yup.” You said. “I have the dress. Isn’t it pretty.” She said. “Wow.. Its beautiful.” You said shocked. “I love it actually.” You said. “Lets get it on you then!” she said as you removed your robe. “Wow.” You said when you looked at yourself in the gown. “This is perfect, I actually have chills.” You giggled. “Lets go show your mum.” She said. “I guess mums are actually always right, I found the dress.” You said with tears streaming down your face.
Harry- “Gem look at this one!” you said to Gemma being you two had decided to just go out and look at wedding dresses. “(YN) Oh my god you need. NEED. To try that on its gorgeous.” Gemma said. “Gemma I told you I was just looking today.. I have an appointment at another place for next week. You dragged me here!” You said. “And… That doesn’t mean you can’t try on one dress.” She said. “But your mum isn’t here or my friends.” You said. “And your mum.” Gemma added. “Yeah about her she isn’t coming.” You said. “Uhh why?” Gemma asked. “Harry didn’t tell you?” you said surprised. “No.. you know how he is about stuff.” Gemma said. “Well we invited my family over to tell them we were engaged and all they did was bitch about me and Harry having sex and living together and how I was getting married, then I snapped on them for ignoring Harry when he went to ask for permission.” You said. “So you’re not talking to them?” Gemma asked. “Not really, I emailed them and I got a we’re not supporting your choices and we’re extremely disappointed in you reply.” you said. “Ok after that you need to try on the dress.” Gemma said. “I can see it in your eyes that you love it.” She continued. “Gemma…” You said. “Excuse me ma'am may she try on this dress?” Gemma asked the manager. “Oh of course!” She said. “I actually have one she can try on right here, Follow me!” She said waking toward a fitting room and Gemma making you follow behind. “Would you like her to help get it on or me?” The women asked. “She can.” you said. “Alright I will be up front if you need me.” she said. “Gemma I hate you.” You said playfully. “Just cause you know you love the dress.” She laughed. After Gemma helped you into there dress, you knew that it was the dress. “(YN). You’re crying you know you need it.” Gemma said. “I know oh my god, thank you Gem.” You said hugging her tight before you admired the dress.
Zayn- “Is it bad that I am starting to give up hope?” You sighed as you looked through wedding dresses at the 5th wedding store you went to. “(YN) don’t talk that way!” Your mum said “Look at all of us women here, we will find you a dress!” Trisha said to you as you looked at all of Zayn’s sisters and your sister. “Alright..” You said. “(YN) look here!” Your sister said, “Oh my god that would be perfect, for your colorful wedding!” Wahlyia said. “It’s pretty.. I just I feel like I have lost excitement for dresses.” You said. “(YN), when you find a dress you will get it back, and you will know it. We just need find it.” Your mother said. “I’m trusting you.” You said. “(YN) This one!” Saffa said. “Saf! I love that!” You said. “That’s the dress.” Trisha whispered to your mum loud enough for you to hear. “Would you like to try it?” A consultant asked. “Yes please!” You said actually excited. “I'll be back.” You said showing your crossed fingers. “She is so cute.” Doniya said. “She is..” Trisha said. A few minuets later you, were now wearing the dress and you loved it, more than any of the other dresses you tried on, and you had to admit that you were wearing the dress you wanted to get married in. “Want to show them?” The consultant asked. “Yes…” You said not able to shake the smile from your face, and when you stepped out in the dress you knew everyone loved it as much as you did. “(YN).. That’s it.” Your mum said. “Its perfect for you.” You sister added. “I’m gonna cry!” You said making everyone giggle.
Updated series list:
Bridzilla moment, Bridal shower, bachelor party, bachelorette party, The night before, morning of, Getting ready your POV, Getting ready his POV, Vows, Reception, Wedding reception drama, Night of, Honeymoon.