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the-wedding-hymns · 10 months

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15 Mesmerizing Short Wedding Dresses for Your Perfect Day at The Wedding Hymns

When it comes to choosing a wedding dress that combines elegance, style, and comfort, short wedding dresses are an increasingly popular choice among modern brides. At The Wedding Hymns, we understand the desire to feel and look extraordinary on your special day. With our carefully curated collection of 15 exquisite short wedding dresses, we aim to make your wedding dreams come true. From petite wedding dresses to lace, boho, tulle, A-line, and satin designs, we have a dress to suit every bride’s unique taste.

Join us as we explore these enchanting creations and embark on a journey to find your perfect short wedding dress.

1. Captivating Robe-Inspired Ivory Wedding Dress

Indulge in the allure of the Robe-Inspired Ivory Wedding Dress. With delicate cap sleeves and a vintage-inspired tea-length silhouette, this dress exudes timeless elegance. The intricate details and flowing fabric make it a captivating choice for brides seeking a touch of sophistication and romance.

2. Simply Stunning Trail Tea-Length Wedding Dress

Experience effortless beauty in the simplicity of the Trail Tea-Length Wedding Dress. This minimalist yet chic short bridal dress features an A-line silhouette and a subtle trail, creating a graceful and modern look. Crafted with meticulous attention to detail, it is an ideal choice for brides seeking a blend of elegance and contemporary style.

3. Ankle-Length A-Line Bridal Shower Dress with Lace-Up Back

Celebrate your special day with the Ankle-Length A-Line Bridal Shower Dress. Designed with delicate spaghetti straps and a charming lace-up back, this dress showcases a perfect balance between elegance and playfulness. The A-line silhouette enhances your natural curves, while the ankle-length cut adds a touch of whimsy to your bridal look.

4. Graceful Bow Bridal Dress in Satin

Embrace the timeless beauty of the Bow Bridal Dress in Satin. This classic short wedding dress features a flattering A-line silhouette and a satin fabric that exudes luxury. The elegant bow detail adds a touch of femininity and sophistication, making it an excellent choice for brides who desire a refined and polished look.

5. A-Line White Mini Skirt Bridal Shower Dress

Radiate modern elegance with the A-Line White Mini Skirt Bridal Shower Dress. The minimalist design, featuring an off-shoulder neckline and a satin fabric, creates a sleek and chic bridal look. The A-line silhouette and the crisp white color make this dress a versatile choice for various wedding styles, from intimate gatherings to grand celebrations.

6. Off-Shoulder Bridal Dress with a Chic White Bridal Skirt

Unleash your inner romantic with the Off-Shoulder Bridal Dress. This short wedding dress beautifully combines an off-shoulder neckline with a charming white bridal skirt. The delicate details and the flattering silhouette make it a perfect choice for brides who want to showcase their femininity and elegance on their special day.

7. Embrace Casual Chic with the Simple Wedding Dress

For brides seeking a relaxed yet sophisticated bridal look, the Simple Wedding Dress is an ideal choice. With its off-shoulder design and minimalistic style, this dress effortlessly captures a casual elegance. Its versatility allows you to create a customized look by pairing it with accessories that reflect your personal style.

8. Effortless Charm of the Civil Wedding Dress

Achieve an effortlessly chic look with the Civil Wedding Dress. This short wedding dress is designed for brides who appreciate simplicity and understated beauty. Perfect for civil ceremonies or engagement photo shoots, this dress will make you feel radiant and confident. The clean lines, subtle details, and casual silhouette of the Civil Wedding Dress create an air of effortless charm that is bound to fascinate both you and your guests.

9. Timeless Elegance of the Simple Short Wedding Dress

Embrace timeless elegance with the Simple Short Wedding Dress. Crafted with a flowing A-line chiffon fabric, long sleeves, and a side slit, this dress strikes the perfect balance between sophistication and modernity. The gentle movement and the delicate details make it an exquisite choice for brides seeking a touch of grace and allure.

10. Pearls and Puff Sleeves in the Engagement Photoshoot Dress

Make a statement with the Engagement Photoshoot Dress. Featuring pearls, puff sleeves, and a square neck, this short wedding dress exudes vintage charm with a modern twist. The unique combination of classic elements and contemporary design creates a captivating bridal gown that is sure to make you the center of attention on your special day.

11. Effortless Beauty of the Elopement Dress

For the free-spirited bride looking for an intimate and romantic celebration, the Elopement Dress is a perfect match. This short wedding dress combines a civil wedding dress aesthetic with a mini bridal dress silhouette, making it ideal for elopements and intimate ceremonies. It’s simplicity and ethereal beauty will make you feel radiant and carefree as you exchange vows with your beloved.

12. Long Puff Sleeves and High Neck in the Short Wedding Dress

Make a bold and fashion-forward statement with the Short Wedding Dress featuring a high neck and long puff sleeves. This unique combination of contemporary design elements creates a chic and edgy bridal look. The A-line mini tulle skirt adds a touch of whimsy, ensuring that you will dazzle both on and off the dance floor.

13. Flawless Beauty in the A-Line Short Wedding

Dress Embrace the classic silhouette of the A-Line Short Wedding Dress. With its clean lines and flattering cut, this dress offers a timeless and sophisticated bridal look. The creativity of this style allows you to accessorize and personalize it to match your individual taste, ensuring a truly unique and stunning ensemble.

14. Tea-Length Elegance with Long Sleeves in the White Bridal Dress

Radiate elegance and grace with the Tea-Length White Bridal Dress featuring long sleeves. The combination of a classic silhouette, long sleeves, and a tea-length skirt creates a vintage-inspired look that is both romantic and refined. Crafted with luxurious satin fabric, this dress is perfect for engagement shoots or engagement parties.

15. The Bridal Dress with a Bow for Elopement

End your search for the perfect short wedding dress with the Bridal Dress featuring a charming bow. This dress combines modern design elements with classic charm, making it an excellent choice for elopements and intimate celebrations. The satin fabric and the bow detail create a captivating and romantic bridal look that will leave you feeling utterly enchanting.

At The Wedding Hymns, we believe that every bride deserves to look and feel extraordinary on her wedding day. Our collection of 15 mesmerizing short wedding dresses offers a diverse range of styles, from petite to lace, boho to tulle, A-line to satin. Whether you dream of a minimalist and modern ensemble or a romantic and vintage-inspired look, we have the perfect dress to make your vision come true. Explore our collection and let the magic of these dresses captivate your heart. Get ready to shine as you walk down the aisle in a short wedding dress that truly reflects your unique style and beauty.

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shaadiwish · 2 years

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Meet the latest bridal trend in town- short lehenga skirts which are perfect for a mehendi ceremony. For more such inspirations, visit ShaadiWish.com.

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rillian4e · 8 months

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Neuvillette short drabble nsfw

Cw: fingering, soft sex?, age gap, established relationship, use of pet names, two cocks, not proof read, might be a little ooc.

After a long day of work, what better way to relax than release all his pent up frustrations on his sweet, ever so loving and caring girlfriend? Being the Chief of Justice was not an easy job, he's been alone for centuries until you came along that is. He loved nothing more than you, his sweet little girl who always tried being there for him.

"It was of no issue, my dear. Don't worry about such trivial matters, they are for me to worry about, not you." He exclaimed, pulling you into a warm, passionate kiss, his hands squeezing your waist tightly, holding you against the wall.

Before you could protest, his hands found their way under your skirt, rubbing against your clothed cunt, the action made you let out a moan, grinding against his hand for more. Noticing your reaction, he smiled to himself, sliding your panties to the side and slipping two of his digits into your wet cunt, making you tremble as you wrapped your arms around him, feeling his fingers thrust in and out of your greedy hole.

"Do you like my fingers inside you that much?" He asked, pressing a kiss on your soft lips, you couldn't answer his question, instead grinding down onto him eager for more, for your much needed release.

"N-Neuvi, please...I need more- please, I wanna come!" You begged, looking up at him with big doe eyes, knowing just how much it makes him give in.

Neuvillette let out a light chuckle, thrusting his fingers deep inside you, hitting your cervix, he knew what you wanted but no, he couldn't fuck you yet, he had to prepare his sweet angel first and foremost, his hand squeezed one of your breasts, making you tighten up around him. "Shh, it's alright, my dear. I'll give you more soon, very soon." He reassured you, working his fingers inside you fast and rough, the squelching, wet sounds would normally make you feel embarrassed but right now you didn't care, you just wanted him, his touch, his fingers, his cocks.

Soon he felt you clench around his fingers, he could tell by your teary eyed expression that you were close, he bit down on your neck, marking you with hickeys. The sensation of his big fingers inside you, his lips on your neck and his sweet dirty praises made you overwhelmed, cumming on his fingers hard.

Neuvillette pulled his fingers out of your cunt, the loss of his fingers inside you made you let out a whine. "Open up, love." He murmured, without protest you opened your mouth, taking in his fingers which were a mess, all sticky and wet from your orgasm, the sight made you embarrassed but also aroused.

As you sucked on his fingers, he unfastened his belt, his hardened cocks pressing against his abdomen, pre-cum oozing out, he wanted you so badly but he wouldn't ever want to hurt his most precious angel in the world. He valued your pleasure over his, no matter the situation, your pleasure always came first.

He pulled you in his arms, carrying you in bridal style and placing you on top of his desk, "Are you ready, my love? Tell me if it hurts," he murmured, kissing you on the mouth and cupping your breast into one hand, he played with your breasts, sucking on one nipple before angling his cock against your entrance, he slowly pushed one of his cocks inside you, making you groan at the stretch, he let you adjust to his size before starting to thrust into your tight cunt, rough and precise thrusts, hitting all your sweet spots... Gosh, how you loved having him inside you, being bred by him, you so badly wanted both of his cocks.

After making you cum on his cock twice, he finally decided it was enough and that you were ready for both of his cocks, how could he after all resist you when you begged so nicely, "I want it, Neuvi! Both of them. I can take it, I wanna take it, please..." your sweet pleas were impossible to resist, you didn't ever take both of his cocks even though you both did try but you ended up being too tired after so many rounds...

"I'll put the other inside now, is that alright with you? I will be gentle, tell me if it's too much or if it feels uncomfortable." He remarked, pressing gentle kisses on your face, when he saw you nod eagerly, he chuckled, "Always such an obedient girl, hm?" He pinched your nipple, making you let out a moan, soon, his hand reached to your lower region, rubbing your swollen clit as he slowly pushed his other cock inside you, you felt like he was splitting you in two, it was too big, he was too big. Big, fat tears formed in your eyes, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

Neuvillette noticed, kissing away your tears as he used a finger to make you look at him, "Does it hurt, sweetheart? Do you want me to stop?? Please don't be afraid to tell me, it pains me to see your tears." He whispered, looking at you with love and affection, you smiled, shaking your head, "N-No, no... I can take it, don't worry." You mumbled, he was worried but nodded, continuing to push inside you as he traced small circles on your clit to make you more relaxed.

Ten minutes later, both of his cocks were inside you, the stretch was painful but more manageable now, Neuvillette kissed you, asking if you're ready for him to move to which you nodded your head. The feeling of not just one, but two cocks inside you was heaven, it felt so warm, so good... You didn't even know how it fit inside you, not being able to focus on anything but his cock stretching you in two. Wet, loud noises filling his office, both of you not caring about if someone hears, all that mattered was him and you, it felt as you two were the only ones in the world.

You couldn't even remember what round this was, eighth? Nth? You couldn't remember, only focusing on his cocks filling your cunt up. All you knew was that you would surely be pregnant by the end of this night, all fucked out and filled with his seed.

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Hi! so according to my close friend who’s also my beta reader, i apparently have amazing descriptions when it comes to character movement and dialogue but what i lack is describing my surroundings, and according to her it makes her only able to imagine the characters ‘in a void’. how do i make my writing more immersive without constantly breaking character action to describe the surroundings (which seems to be all that i can do to avoid that effect)?

i know i’m probably struggling with this because i myself am the author so i can imagine my character surroundings perfectly fine, so how can i still spot and avoid this in the future?

Incorporating Surroundings Into Description

There are three tricks you can use to help you incorporate your character's surroundings into the scene:

1 - Incorporate description of the setting into the beginning of the scene to set the stage for where everything is about to unfold. For example:

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, 2nd paragraph of chapter three, after Katniss describes being led into the Justice Building:

Once inside, I'm conducted to a room and left alone. It's the richest place I've ever been in, with thick, deep carpets and a velvet couch and chairs...

Outlander, by Diana Gabaldon, beginning of scene two, chapter five:

The laird received me in a room at the top of a flight of stone steps. It was a tower room, round, and rich with paintings and tapestries hung against the sloping walls...

2 - Have the characters interact with the environment throughout the scene. For example, your character could:

-- sit on furniture, peek inside a door, or look out a window -- notice decor items like photographs or paintings -- touch or fidget with an object, like skipping a rock on a lake

3 - Have the environment interact with your character throughout the scene:

-- change in weather or lighting and its effect on environment -- sounds or smells related to the environment -- movement or action related to the environment

So, using all three of these techniques... let's say this is a couple paragraphs in, after some exposition:

Andrea stepped onto the patio and marveled at the yard setup. Twenty-four chairs--twelve on each side of a white-carpeted aisle--were positioned in an arch facing the three-part trellis. Bright pink and deep purple flowers stood out against the white trellis, their green leafy tendrils and delicate petals draped daintily over the top of the arch. White fairy lights twinkled from the trellis and surrounding trees, and even in the golden sunlight of late afternoon, the effect was magical. At sunset, it would be breathtaking.

While the bridal party finished their own preparations, Andrea went to the bedroom where her child was putting on their wedding outfit. Outside, the low din of voices was beginning to build as the string quartet played soft music.

While Zen's best friend fussed with their hair, Andrea peeked outside to catch a glimpse of the spouse-to-be. They had chosen to wear a tuxedo with a short black skirt, and although they looked nervous, their eyes kept flickering to the house, and Andrea smiled, knowing their eyes would light up when they saw Zen in their amazing outfit.

So... this scene is going to be a wedding, and we set the stage early by describing the setup of the backyard wedding. In the next paragraph, we have the environment interact with our character by creating sound (string quartet, din of voices) which reminds the reader about the yard setup just beyond the bedroom. Finally, in the last paragraph, we have the POV character interact with the immediate environment (the bedroom) to peek outside and make observations that again root the reader in the outside environment (the wedding setup) but also reminds the reader that the character is currently inside the house, and the wedding will be outside the house.

By using all three of these tricks, you can avoid having your character exist in a void, because the setting is setup initially and actively exists for the reader throughout the scene.

Happy writing!

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ladylovegorl · 2 months

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Big Tease ( Vox x fem!reader Smut

Warnings: Smut, teasing,blowjob, rough sex, dom!vox, name calling, aftercare

Requests are open!

A/N: 2nd write! Thank you all for the support on the last write I did this is my first smut and if you have any requests or tips please let me know - bri

Vox believed that this wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for velvet, she just had to have you model for her that day just to get under his skin.

"Vox I need (reader) to model for me just look at her she's got the body the hair the eyes everything you could need!"

So she dressed you up in that little short skirt and tight top that looked like a belt. She did your hair up in to 2 ponytails and heels then pushed you on to the runway.

You immediately caught everyone's eye the cameras flashing and people gawking at you as you moved your hips left to right.

You blew him a kiss and then bent over just a little to give him a peek at the blue and red thong that you had put on.

His signature colors.

Oh you where going to pay for that Tonight...

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"Vox honey I'm home I hope you enjoyed my show I-"

(reader) looked up from her phone to find Vox not there not in his chair not in his bed nor the couch

"Weird"

She sets her purse down and slips into her night wear before going into the bathroom. When she comes out she finds Vox standing at his desk.

"Oh Vox darling where have you been I wanted to ask you about my show how did you like it? Did I do goo-"

Before she could finish Vox turns to her and picks her up bridal style and drops her on their bed

"So Honey did you enjoy yourself today? Teasing me..."

He starts to kiss her neck

"I'm not s-sure what your talking about Vox I didn't try to tease you"

"Oh you knew exactly what you where fucking doing and wearing my colors to? Your going to fucking take my punishment like the good little slut you are got it?'

He looked down at her with full eyes

"y-yes"

"good girl~ now-"

He grabs her wrist and pulls her to her knees

"Suck"

She opened his dress pants and pulled down his underwear to reveal his cock already hard and dripping precum.

She takes him in her hands and opens her mouth to lick the tip.

He grabs a patch full of her hair and shoves her mouth down his cock.

"where you not fucking listening? I said suck"

She starts to bob her head up and down his grip not letting up

"f-fuck...."

He thrusts up close to coming into her mouth making her gag. He pulls her off and sits her back on the bed

"Strip or I'll do it for you."

She starts to strip but as she goes to take off her thong

"Keep those on..."

"yes sir"

He picks her up puts her back farther on the bed

"head down ass up slut"

She nods and does as told

"good girl..."

Then she feels it the stretch as he thrusts his cock right into her. She lets out a strangled moan.

"V-vox!"

He starts to move in and out of her setting a fast pace.

"Fucking take it T-this is what you get for teasing me you little slut."

She then feels that familiar knot inside her core and she can tell he feels it to by the sudden change of pase.

"F-fuck Vox! I'm g-going t-"

"are you close baby? F-fuck..."

"Y-yess!"

His thrusts start to become sloppy as he starts to near his end as well.

"Cum (reader) fucking cum"

Then she feels it the knot snapping. Cumming on his cock

"F-fuck baby I'm close"

He says as he starts to glitch

"Cum Vox for me.." she says In that soft tone that he loves

"F-Fuck!" He says as he pulls out and cums onto her stomach

"are you okay darling?"

Vox asks soon after

"yes vox I'm quite fine"

He soon cleans her up and lays her into bed quickly climbing in soon after.

"I love you vox" (reader) says as she starts to drift off to sleep

"I Iove you to" he says falling asleep soon after her.

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Thank you for reading this is my first smut post as stated above sorry if it's quick I've had a lot of school work I've missed from not going and have had to catch up!

#hazbin hotel x reader #vox x reader smut #hazbin #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel smut #the vees #velvet hazbin hotel

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micksslut · 1 year

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the bride and the driver

charles leclerc x fem reader

summary: the story of how the jilted bride and the unlucky driver ended up comforting each other on a lonely night.

word count: 3.2k

warnings/mood: angst (?, fluff, sad charles, sad reader, reader is jilted by her fiancé, mentions of monaco 22 gp, charles is the cutest human, reader doesn't eat well for a while. this is a google translator shit, that's a real warning, so please don't hesitate to tell me if there are mistakes of any kind in the one shot 😭 (i think that's all, but tell me if I forgot something pls!).

notes: hI, this is my first one shot on tumblr, and i must mention that it's also the first of my writings that i publish in english, bc i speak spanish. so please i ask you for a little patience. 😭

i hope you like it, please don't be a ghost reader!!!!

The calm sound of the waves, the dark night and the full moon in front of you, were not able to eliminate the memory of what you had experienced a few hours ago.

The only thing you could remember was that church aisle you had entered where there was no groom waiting for you.

The looks of pity from your so-called friends, from the priest and from your parents and his was something you would never forget.

The way your smile transformed, the way you turned and ran for your life and refused to look back.

It was like a dagger that stabbed into your heart over and over and over again, but it wasn't enough to kill you, like he were just hitting you in the hope that you would die alive alone, slowly and agonizingly.

How dare he take everything you've ever dreamed of from you? Your dream life, your dream wedding, your future dream family. Everything you've dreamed of since you were a little girl.

He was the perfect man, and yet he dared not only stand you up at church, but destroy your life as well. You had loved him so much until it had started to hurt you, until you knew you would do anything for him and he had only to ask for it, perhaps not even ask for it, you would guess it and bring it to him as a subject bearing royalties to his king.

And the funny thing was that you hadn't shed any tears until you had reached the beach. Instead, you took a single gardenia from your bridal bouquet and dropped the rest along with the long skirt of your beautiful wedding dress down a random lonely street in Monaco and kept the short skirt, the one you were meant to wear to the ballroom dance with your husband. You took the bottle of wine and the bottle of tequila that were going to be served at your wedding reception (the same ones that you had been told were the best in Monaco, so you didn't want to leave either of them to anyone else) and you went straight to buy a pack of cigarettes and headed to the loneliest beach to be found in the beautiful little country.

You took another drag on your cigarette, hot tears running down your cheeks and staining your face. A shuddering sigh left your lips as you hugged your legs.

You sobbed, thinking that under different circumstances, you would be at your best friend's apartment with her getting drunk next to you and telling you what an idiot your now ex was.

But that was the thing. You didn't really have any friends. You knew nothing beyond him. For almost four years, all you knew was him.

Your so-called friends were part of your guests, but you couldn't go to any of them because you knew they were their friends too; You had met them through him, and despite the many times he had told you that over time they had become more your friends than his, you knew that was not true. Actually, you were now considering that maybe they knew about your ex fiancé's plans to leave you...

And your family? Well, they weren't that supportive either. Starting with your cousin with whom your ex fiancé had cheated on you and for whom he had left you. And continuing with your parents... Because of them you met him in the first place, so surely if you went to them the first thing they would say would be "What did you do to make him leave you?" And as much as you tried to explain, they would see you as the culprit and tell you to beg him to come back to you.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" a boy's voice startled you.

"No, go ahead" you immediately sniffled and wiped your face as best you could.

You looked at him, he was wearing a black sweatshirt and blue jeans, with his head covered by its hood.

He sat on the sand in the same position as you resting his arms on his knees and when he noticed your gaze on him he smiled gently at you, he was very handsome.

"I'm Charles, by the way" he extended his right hand to you and you accepted it after a few seconds, because when you looked at him and the dim yellow light of the lanterns illuminated him, you realized it was that Formula 1 driver: Charles Leclerc. But you weren't going to say anything to him, you didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

Then you introduced yourself and you both fell into a comfortable silence, for although you were sitting on a beach and their eyes were on the blue sea, their minds were elsewhere.

"You're probably wondering why I have a veil and a wedding dress and smeared makeup," you suddenly commented, making Charles look at you.

"Actually yes, but it would be impolite to ask when I don't know you" he admitted and you laughed without humor, taking another drag of your cigarette.

"Well, i was abandoned in the church" you rushed to say and he was silent for a few seconds, trying to process what you had said, not because of the fact that you had revealed to him that you had been abandoned, in fact he already imagined it from your appearance, but because of the fact that you had been abandoned.

He couldn't help but wonder, how could someone abandon a woman like you? He didn't even know you but he knew you were the most beautiful woman his eyes had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

"I don't know if it's any consolation to you but I'm so sorry" he mentally slammed himself at how stupid it sounded.

"It doesn't really work for me, but thanks," he laughed awkwardly at your frankness.

"What an idiot" Charles commented, not knowing what to say.

"Yes, right? I mean, we had the perfect life guaranteed, financial stability, emotional stability, children, a happy family…" your voice came out at the end like a whisper, unable to continue. "And he just... He just left me, and he left me for my cousin, that's the worst" you laughed almost maniacally taking a shot of the tequila in your hand.

"I don't even like tequila, I swear. But I need it like shit. I need tequila as much now as I needed him."

He fell silent. Any word had been caught in his throat when he heard your broken voice and how broken you were.

What were you supposed to say to a bride who had just been dumped at her wedding in front of so many people?

He would hug you, but Charles didn't want you to think he was a nut who went through life hugging sad strangers.

You pressed your cigarette against the tequila bottle, putting it out and leaving the bottle in the sand.

"I…" he was about to say when you suddenly stood up, making him think you were going to leave, but instead you asked him a question.

"Do you like my dress?" You smiled at him without any happiness on your face.

He got confused and it was obvious, so when he didn't answer you repeated the question.

"Do you like my dress?" this time you didn't allow him to answer because you spoke again "I said if you like my dress" you started to get upset "I said if you like my dress" you repeated it once and twice and Charles had his heart broken "I said if you like my…" your voice cracked again and the boy immediately stood up wrapping you in a hug, he didn't care when you hit him lightly on his chest with your hands in an attempt to get him let you go, Charles knew you needed that.

You finally let yourself sob into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso, finding comfort in his arms, in the hug that you had desperately and silently needed since you had left that damned church.

"It's beautiful, and you too" he told you in a whisper.

"You're lying, I look gross" you answered with your choked voice and you felt him shake his head.

"No. You're beautiful and he was an idiot to leave a woman like you" Leclerc was sincere and you almost smile.

"I just don't get it, Charles. I swear I've dedicated myself to him and our relationship for the last few years, I've done everything possible for him" you remembered how you left your friends when he asked you to, how you didn't wear the clothes you liked because he didn't like it, how you didn't listen to the music you liked because he didn't like it "I don't understand what I did wrong. I loved him so much" your voice sounded hoarse from the hours you had spent crying and his heart squeezed to hear you like that.

"You didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't your fault" he assured.

"Damn, I was going to be a very pretty wife, even..." you sighed between tears at the memory that made you feel more and more ridiculous "We were even going to dance with Lover by Taylor Swift. It's what I've always wanted since that fuckin album came out" you laughed, but there really wasn't a hint of amusement in your voice.

"I am sure that one day you will be an excellent wife, and you will have your dance with Taylor Swift in the background with the person you love and who loves you in the same way or more" you finally smiled a little.

"But now I'm here... venting on the first stranger who was nice to me. I'm sorry. You're so cute, you must think I'm terribly pathetic" you lamented, and the fact that he might think you were pathetic made you want to cry all over again.

"Don't say that. I don't think that. But if it makes you feel any easier, I'm hugging a stranger in a wedding dress, so…" you let out a laugh and the Monegasque's heart sped up.

"You know, I didn't choose this dress, or the veil, or even the damn bouquet of flowers. My ex mother in law chose it..." you said more calmly after a few seconds, but still with a broken voice thinking about how weird it was to call her like that "I thought that's how all mothers in law were, but she... I starved myself for a week to get into this damn dress" you shed another tear, thinking about how insecure that woman made you feel about your body, and the times she asked the designer to adjust the dress to make you look slimmer.

"God, that's not fair. It was your wedding…" Charles muttered. He was surprised at himself for how angry he could be with people he didn't even know. Hearing how excited you were about your wedding and having it ruined for you like that was horrible. "How can someone be so cruel?"

"I don't know, I wonder the same thing" you closed your eyes tightly while trying not to continue crying.

"Hey, hey. Calm down, okay?" Charles separated from you taking you gently by the cheeks and wiping your tears with his thumbs while you looked at him. "I know it's not going to be like the perfect wedding you wanted, but…" he licked his lips nervously and you looked at him confused, releasing him, missing his touch as he reached into his front pants pockets to pull out his phone.

You were going to ask what he was doing while browsing on his phone, but your words got stuck in your throat when you heard the melody you knew very well playing on his phone.

Your heart skipped a beat when the intro of Lover by Taylor Swift played on his phone and a smile spread across your lips. You closed your eyes shedding a couple more tears, but neither of you knew if its were from sadness or happiness.

"I have no idea how to dance it, but if you teach me... You can still dance Lover tonight, even if it's with a stranger."

You nodded several times, unable to say anything. He wiped away your tears once more and linked your right hand with his.

"Can I?" he asked you, referring to if he could hold you by the waist, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes that you were now sure you adored.

"Of course" you smiled softly, and Charles was sure he would do anything to see you smile again.

Your breath caught for a moment when he ran his hand around your waist. His too.

You weren't going to deny it, he was probably the most handsome boy you'd ever seen, and he was also the only person who had been nice to you in the last few days. He just won your heart. And you his.

You started teaching him the basic steps, inevitably laughing when he messed up, delighted to hear his laugh too.

You had rehearsed the dance so many times that you knew it backwards and forwards, but now you were sure that with the man you were going to marry it would not have turned out as well as it did with Charles.

The song ended with laughter, and you two fell lying down into the sand with bright smiles on your faces.

You turned your head to look at the boy.

"And why were you here? I don't seem to be the only one who cried tonight" you mentioned.

He sighed looking away. "I'm a professional driver. Today was my home race and... everything went to shit" You wouldn't lie, you were surprised by his honesty about his profession. You always thought that famous athletes preferred to stay in line with that; but you had just told him that you had been stood up in church about to getting married, so the fact stopped surprising you almost immediately.

It was funny that you had so much confidence in a boy you had just met, and that he had you. But it felt cute.

"The home races are very special for you drivers, right?" you asked.

"They are. I'm the only driver from Monaco on the grid, and it seems like every year I just manage to disappoint everyone." Leclerc pursed his lips into a fine line, and you saw the defeat in his eyes, and also the way in which it crystallized.

"I don't think you will. I don't think everyone always has perfect races, there are things that just can't go right sometimes, and that's not great, but that's what there is" you knew you weren't the best at consoling, but you made an effort.

"But not every year, and not at home races" Charles complained.

"And why was it shit?" you asked and he sighed again.

"My team made a terrible stop to change the tires" he answered, without going into technicalities of the sport, he didn't know if you had any idea what he was talking about.

"So why do you think they're disappointed in you? It wasn't your fault, Charles." you repeated the words that the Monegasque had said to you earlier.

"It just seems like I'll never be able to give them a good run in my own country. They even call it 'The Curse of Monaco.'" He sat back in his previous position, bringing his hands to his face to cover it in frustration.

You sat up too, and your hand reached behind his back, stopping before you touch him, not quite sure whether to hug him or just give him a shoulder squeeze.

"And did you talk to your team?" You finally decided to bring your right hand to his right shoulder and give him a gentle squeeze.

"Yes, but I can't be too hard on them..." he cleared his throat as his voice cracked slightly at the end of the sentence.

"Because you know these things can happen" you guessed.

"Something like that"

"Then why, if you're not so hard on them, why are you so hard on yourself?" you asked, and Charles seemed to have been given the hardest question on some math test.

"I... don't know." you two looked at the waves of the sea rising.

"How about we don't try to say any more words of consolation tonight? Let's pretend we've known each other for years, and let's just be two old friends catching up on each other's lives" He looked at you pleadingly and you nodded.

"That's great because I think I can do a better job making you forget this than giving you words of comfort. So what do you think about going to buy two liters of chocolate ice cream and eat it until we can no longer?" you rested your chin on his left shoulder and Charles glanced at you as a smile formed on his lips.

"I think my coach is going to kill me if he finds out, but it will be worth it" it was your turn to smile and you moved away from him to take the gardenia from your bridal bouquet and you put the flower behind his ear while he looked at you as if you were one of the stars that shone in the sky; maybe that's what you were for him.

"Gardenias look better on you than on me" you smiled at Charles and you took the bottle of tequila again, taking a sip and offering him a drink which he gladly accepted.

"I'm afraid I'm going to miss him forever, Charles," you admitted, while now leaning your cheek on his shoulder, looking at the full moon.

"Maybe you'll miss him for a while, and that's not bad, you were with him for a long time. But you won't miss him forever" he assured you, and you knew from the way he said it, that he was speaking by experience "Things happen for a reason. And I'm sure you'll soon realize that not marrying him was the best thing that could have happened to you."

"Well, you're really good at comforting people, I already felt threatened by your talent, so we better go get that ice cream before it gets too late" he burst out laughing and you stood up doing the same, taking your white sneakers and offering him a hand.

"Does this unlucky driver want to spend the night with this jilted bride?"

"He wants" he smiled at you and took your hand as he stood up, and Charles looked at the bottle of wine stuck in the sand.

"Won't you take it?"

"Oh shit. Right. Take it, we'll open it there. My ex sister in law bought it, she said it was the best wine in Monaco" you laughed as he bent down to inspect it, nodding "So I didn't want to leave it to them."

The driver smiled at you. Lord, maybe he could already be falling in love with you, wasn't that amazing?

You gave him a squeeze, so that they would leave there and nodded, being sure that from now on he would follow you to the end of the world if you asked him to.

And that's how the story of the jilted bride and the unlucky driver began.

what do you think??? 🦋💘

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #f1 imagines #f1 x y/n #f1 x reader #f1 one shot #f1 imagine #f1 fluff

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ai-satin-chic · 1 month

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Quite why he was in the bridal store, he didn't know. He just felt the urge to browse. Strangely, there was no-one around. He called out, without response. Perhaps there would be someone behind that door? He opened it up and, rather oddly, there was an old chest, slightly open. His curiosity piqued, and he decided to have a quick look.

Inside was just a single item - a dress. Hardly surprising for a bridal store. The dress seemed nice enough - a shiny dark purple lacy dress with a few loose ribbons dotted around.

He felt the fabric - it felt *so* luxurious. It was as though it was caressing his hand. Something about the dress was calling to him.

Before he knew it, he had the uncontrollable urge to put it on. Off came the t-shirt, jeans, shoes and everything. Within seconds, he slipped the dress on and immediately felt the soft fabric fall delicately around his legs. He had no idea why - he'd never worn a dress before - but the dress flooded his head with an overwhelming feeling of ecstasy.

He smoothed down the skirt and took a deep breath. What an exhilarating feeling. It was a lovely dress, but he had a moment of guilt.

Another strange sensation began. His normally short hair was magically growing around his head. The hair span around in front of his face, braiding itself into two thick plaits before suddenly just dropping back into place. Two small hairbands made out of that same satin material were tied into the hair.

And what was this? He felt some soft material tying a large bow to the top of his head, made from the same luxurious material as the dress. He tried to pull it off, but the dress seemed to automatically tie it back into place.

This was all getting too much - the overwhelming feeling of positivity and femininity was pulsating through him. Was this dress cursed? He immediately panicked and tried to pull the dress off, but it was now like a second skin - every effort moved the soft silky satin back to his body.

..and then... it stopped. Was it over? He stood there in the dress and looked over to the mirror. The dress felt *wonderful*. He sheepishly looked at himself again.

Something was missing. He glanced over at one of the other dresses in the bridal shop and noticed that all the other dresses had wide skirts. Hmm - this dress would look better with one of those, he thought.

As if on command, the dress burst into life again, immediately sprouting a soft white tulle petticoat underneath the skirt. But it didn't stop there. As he tried to flatten the skirt, the petticoat just got bigger and bigger. Another purple satin bow tied itself to the front of the dress, and he felt that same material wrapping softly, then tightly around his legs and crotch.

The dress constricted around him - the back fastenings pulling the breath from his lungs as the dress felt like it was trying to be one with him. The petticoats grew and grew, slowing creeping across the floor of the bridal store until there was more dress than floor.

As he turned around to examine the sheer size of the dress now, he realised a long, thick cathedral-length veil had also grown from his hair, held into place with the purple satin material.

How was he going to get out of this one? And perhaps more importantly, why would he want to?

#long hair #satin dress #petticoats #ball gown #bridal #bride #purple satin dress #purple bow #fantasy #story #forced feminized

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gritsandbrits · 8 months

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Hazbinverse Salt: Stella

Okay I finally gathered my thoughts about why, as a swan aficionado, I dislike Stella's design so much. I'm also going to point out what I would change.

Too much going on while bland at the same time:

On first glance it looks good enough but the more I think abou the more I start to scream internally

So many feathers, face is cluttered, isn't very regal, even her arms (why not make the gloved full length?)

Dress is TERRIBAD

Honestly the design tries so hard it ends up boring

Except for feathers and color palette her design doesn't reflect her basis very well

HER NECK IS TOO SHORT

Either make the dress solid with less feathers and keep the "hair"

Or you could keep the feather dress and make her hair shorter in length

Alternatively turn the hair into a bridal train to symbolize her purpose

Also if her (assumedly full-blood) brother is a peacock wouldn't it make more sense for her to be a peahen?

Eh I'd make her a mixed species; and also include peafowl feathers as part of the dress or an accessory

Long hair + big ass lashes + crown = cluttered face

Again I would shorten the hair length or style it differently

SHORTEN THOSE EYELASHES

Somebody pointed out that her lashes are so long they literally blend into to the background

Change the eyes back to pilot's blue to match Andre & pop out from all the pink&purple

Silhouette isn't very regal

For someone groomed to be royalty she doesn't look like it

HER NECK IS TOO SHORT WHERE'S THAT GRACEFUL S SHAPE SWANS ARE KNOWN FOR

Amp up the design to be Victorian/Edwardian inspired: that's when circuses really blew up in popularity; fits the circus theme of Hazbin

Some historical refs I found

See one of them even has feathers!

Instead of a gradient top make it a solid color and the top layer of skirt the same color; end with a gradient or keep it solid

Change the bottom layer to a lighter purple or pink

Lack of dark colors makes her evil less conspicuous

Probably stripes or a star pattern her name means star after all

Keep the short sleeves

The more evil Stella grows the darker her palette becomes; maybe more plums and maroons with hot pink

Cluttered Face AND hair = mess

See above

Again I'd keep the head hairless and change the eyes to short lashes and blue orbs

If Goetia shouldn't she have celestial motifs?

Have a star shaped crown or jewellery

Make her palette sunset themed

Since Stella means star have her wear solar themed clothing at times

at least SOME heat based power to contrast her brother's ice; since she is demonic royalty I guess she should have some magical power

Having a bit of power shows that she is more of a threat than given credit for; justifies why she's an equal match for Stolas

IT FITS HER PERSONALITY

Adds a sense of tragedy: her power never recognized for their potential due to outdated ideals of hell

Which in turn legitimizes Charlie's crusade; changing Hell for the better would prevent future situations like Stella

Tragically, Stella succumbs to her flaws instead of growing out of them; tragic, complex villain instead of a cartoon caricature for wittle ol' woobie owl to overcome

Aaaand that's about it. I might draw my dream look for Stella. I think as someone who's supposed to be a villain she should've had a way better design. The Pretty Pink Princess turns out to be a total witch. Cool concept, uncool execution.

#stella salt #stella goetia #helluva boss critical #hb critical #helluva boss redesign #helluva boss salt

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vintgedoll · 21 days

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he was someone’s dream boy. — rodolfo parra, crush series.

crushing on younger! rudy would include :

୨୧ ... chipped baby blue polish on your nails while walking around the backyard, wedged flip flops continuously clicking as you talked to rudy on the house phone. your mother would watch you from the kitchen window while she washed the dishes, though in all reality she loved to pry into your social life. covering your mouth whenever he made you smile or laugh, he couldn’t see your flushed face but his words always made you shy.

୨୧ ... his arm around your waist or shoulders as you walked into the corner store, grabbing twin popsicles and using crumbled bills to pay for them. they never broke apart properly and one of you always ended up with the top part of the other popsicle. “here, take it!” rudy would practically force you to swap popsicles if he got the bigger popsicle – “no! keep it.” he would also force you to keep the bigger piece.

୨୧ ... midnight knocking on your bedroom window, asking if you wanted to hang out with him. whether it was a babydoll nightgown and exposed thighs or a cropped t-shirt and fuzzy pajama pants, you’d only grabbed your beat-up sneakers – never bothering to change – and climb down the roof with his help, catching you bridal style whenever you slipped off the roof. hands on your hips as he boosted you back up to the window, your hands gripping the window frame as you poorly climbed back in. “do you want your hoodie back?” rudy always gave up his jacket to make sure you were warm when you were with him on these nights out. “i’ll get it from you tomorrow.” but he never did, your closet filling up with his belongings.

୨୧ ... pink bikini and denim shorts, you'd sit on a smooth rock by the river and take pictures of everyone else with your digital camera. it was decorated in transparent stickers and a million photos of rudy were on the memory card. when you finally made the trek back to the main parts of the city, hair wet and one of your earrings missing, he'd buy you a glass bottle of coke and take the cap off for you but always stealing the first sips.

୨୧ ... shaky gasps between sobs and smudged eyeliner, crying to him about the latest thing that has hurt you. before the military hardened his hands, rudy’s hands were loving and you couldn't even fathom the thought of him using them for violence. those hands would run through your hair, his thumbs wiping away your tears while cupping your face.

୨୧ ... biking through the streets after the sun had gone down, head on his back and arms around his waist. your legs dangled off the side while you sat on the rear rack. neither of you said much during these rides, the orange streetlights giving everything a dreamy polish.

୨୧ ... sleeping in his room on the nights you wanted to be anywhere but home. his clothes never fit you but you still wore his well-loved shirts and looked at the ceiling as he got in next to you while still leaving a respectful gap. you hated that gap, always moving closer and putting your head on rudy's shoulder.

୨୧ ... kissing him for the first time after he walked you home, pale blue eyeshadow and a short tennis skirt. a habit of talking at the front door instead of parting ways blossomed but he was so distant that day, mostly humming responses and not meeting your eyes. you thought you did something wrong so you just bit your lip and started searching for your house keys, buried deep in your purse, readying yourself to say goodbye. "can i kiss you?" it was so quiet that you almost thought you imagined it, months of dreaming of him asking finally driving you mad. his face was reddened just enough to make it evident, delicate brown eyes now looking at you. you tried to bite back your smile but just couldn't. "please do." he treated you like porcelain, hands ghosting your cheeks before rudy hesitantly leaned in. he tasted sweet and his lips molded against yours so perfectly you swore that he was meant to be yours.

#modern warfare 2 #modern warfare 2 x reader #modern warfare ii #modern warfare ii x reader #rodolfo parra #rudy parra #rudy parra x reader #roldofo parra x reader #divider credit to hyelita!

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 8 months

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Yandere Hannibal Lecter x Female Reader

Chapter Three: Pathetic Attempts

A frown graced on the handsome face of your ex Professor Hannibal Lecter. The thermometer said you still had a burning fever.

Lecter made you drink ice lemonade and cold soda.

He had no choice. Picking you up, bridal style, he walked up the stairs and to the fancy bathtub which was connected to his room.

Lecter already prepared the bath with cold water and scented oils. Gulping in nervousness, he set you down slowly on the surface of the water.

Your eyes opened and you squirmed at the low temperature of the water.

Firmly holding and looking at you. "Don't resist."

You were too scared to disobey the older man so you nervously sat down on the chilly tub and took a long breath.

That is where you realized. You were naked! You covered your breasts and blushed. Out of the corner of his eye, Lecter wanted to laugh but held a straight face. You were so cute when embarrassed.

Before he kidnapped you, he set up cameras in your bathroom and saw you bathe and change before many times.

So, he wasn't new to you.

But, that didn't mean he was bored of you. He loved seeing you exposed. It was even better now since it was in love in person and he could see you up close. Your natural perky tits made him hot and horny.

Lecter felt his boner rise. He knew it was wrong and not appropriate now to take you. But, he was willing to wait. He could easily rape you and force you. But, he doesn't want you. He loves you. Lecter wanted you to submit yourself.

"We need to get your temperature down."

You didn't say a word and let your ex teacher get a bar of soap and rub you.

After your bath, Lecter dressed you up himself. He dressed you in a weird attire. A long skirt made of cotton with ruffled edges. A green olive short sleeve t-shirt with striped socks.

You looked like a Mori Kei.

He had an odd taste in women you thought.

Luckily, you didn't return to the basement. He carried you to the dining table and sat you on the chair. The table spread looked professional. You saw Caviar, smoked salmon, a big bowl of salad, and wine.

But sadly, Lecter sat next to you instead of across in the head chair. "I decided to give you alcohol to ease your headache. Don't make me regret it. Behave." Lecter gave you a warning look.

Gulping, you said yes.

Smiling in approval, Lecter loaded your plate.

"Here you go, Darling." He stabbed a piece of salmon and held it to your plump red lips.

Fearfully, you took a bite. You loved it. You tasted lemon, paprika and other spices you never knew.

It was better than Red Lobster.

"Wow. This is delicious. You cooked this?" You peeked at him in curiosity.

Lecter was surprised at how well mannered you were. But, he didn't show it. He expected you to act bratty and give him attitude and cause another fight.

The look you gave him was so sweet and innocent. He wanted to coo and stroke your face.

Smiling, he nodded. "I am talented at cooking. Mostly meat. I don't cook desserts or bake much."

The whole dinner, you felt better after each bite. The meal was hearty. The medicine, bath, fresh and natural food healed you.

Now, you were good as new again. Hannibal noticed too. He felt relaxed knowing you will not die of illness.

Once again, he carried you to the basement. This time, he tucked you in without the chain. You looked up at him.

"Don't try anything stupid." He seemed to have read your mind. He leaned over to you and kissed you on your forehead. "Good night, sweet heart."

You blinked. "Good night." You whispered.

Lecter hid his glee. You were slowly accepting him. Soon, you will be all over him and be an official couple.

He knew the police were after you. But, since you are an adult, he can persuade you to say you ran away and the charges by your father will be dropped.

Life is finally going back to normal for Lecter. Normal as in going his way.

#mads mikkelsen #mads mikkelsen x reader #yandere hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal #yandere #yandere x reader

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notjustjavierpena · 11 months

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Three Times You Didn’t Kiss Joel - And One Time You Did (Part II)

A/N: A cute summer romance has started! Enjoy chapter two! See my masterpost for all chapters.

Summary: Joel helps you restore your grandparents' house over the summer. You trip on a stepladder.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 no smut but mature thoughts (minors DNI), pining, summer romance, DILF Joel, sexual tension, idiots in love

Word count: 2.1k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47914783/chapters/120864268

Chapter Two: Wasp

The school’s summer vacation wasn’t around just yet, and so you found yourself spending a few days working on the front of the house alone or with Joel. He came by with Sarah whenever they were free, but Sarah mostly just did her homework whilst he cut the grass, drank lemonade, swept the stone path to your front door, took a look at the water tap at the back of the house, wiped sweat off his forehead with the back of his gardening gloves… He was always eager to help you with whatever you had in mind as a project that day, but not scared either to tell you that the weather was great for painting the facade of the house.

So that is what he and you are doing. Sarah is at school still, but you don’t mind a moment with him alone.

You stand on your tippy toes on the stepladder that Joel assembled for you a few weeks ago. Weather wise, you are in a drought that makes coating the house in wood protection perfect because it’s not going to be raining for a few days (Joel’s words). On the side of the ladder, a bucket of the varnish hangs on a hook which you are continuously dipping the paintbrush into.

You have gotten clear instructions on how to use the brush, nearly getting scolded for going up and down in the beginning until Joel had grabbed your wrist to make you go from side to side instead. You had let out a sir, yes, sir, and you had been able to hear him roll his eyes at you with a chuckle.

“Looks good, like I taught ya,” Joel says as he walks up behind you, holding the ladder in place as you paint along the boards. You hum quietly in agreement, a little lost for words as his face is level with your thighs and his hands are level with your calves. He could so easily reach out if he wanted to, but you haven’t felt his hands on you yet despite several opportunities, which has made you hyper aware of how one-sided your crush is.

“I’m not completely hopeless, Miller,” you say as you continue working the brush from side to side. You’re glad that you didn’t wear a dress with the way that the soft summer breeze that rustles the leaves on the trees would have pulled at the skirt, exposing you more to him.

“I’m just making sure that you know how to do this, so you can do it yourself a few years from now,” he replies, tapping his fingers on the warm metal of the ladder. He goes silent for a moment, but you don’t notice him staring at your exposed thighs in your shorts, because you have your back towards him.

“That’s fine, but I won’t have any trouble finding someo—“ you’re just about to dip your brush into the varnish again when you spot a wasp close to your face. Your mouth falls open in a squeak, and you automatically take a step back to get away from the insect, “Joel, I’m allergic to wa— Ah!”

Your movement has made you fall backwards. You feel your ankle twist due to stepping too close to the edge of the step you’re standing on, causing you to lose balance and reach for the stepladder’s side, but you simply swing backwards to your right instead of saving yourself from the fall. You squeeze your eyes shut then tense up as you prepare for the impact of the ground.

It never comes though.

Instead, you’re caught in a pair of strong arms due to Joel’s dangerously fast reflexes. He has you in his arms, bridal style, looking down at you with big eyes as if he cannot wrap his mind around what he has just done. He doesn’t let go of you though, and the wild eyes that he is giving you almost has you courageous enough to kiss him right then and there, just to see if they’d widen even more or find peace. It would have made Sarah laugh, cringe visibly too, but mostly laugh at how cliché it would have been.

You’re pulled from your thoughts again shortly after, because despite how bad you want it to be fireworks, sugar and pointed toes, you can hear the buzzing of the wasp close by. It makes your heartbeat spike even more.

“Wasp! Wasp wasp wasp! Joel!” You slap Joel’s shoulder to make him notice, panicking at the thought of being so close to the stupid animal. Joel frantically grabs you tighter and carries you away from the spot where you had been working and you listen carefully before confirming that the buzzing is gone. Whew. Your EpiPen is inside the house in a kitchen drawer, but you wouldn’t have been able to tell him where it was before it would have been too late and he would have had to call emergency services.

“Perhaps a pretty decent idea to tell me that you’re allergic to wasps before we started working outside in the middle of summer,” he huffs, but his tone isn’t angry, but more concerned as well as flustered, “Must’a been your bright colored top. They like that, don’t they?”

It’s your turn to be flustered, steadfast in holding your gaze at his eyes and not let it drop down to his mouth like it often did. You are too close to him to hide when your eyes start to roam around his handsome features.

“Uh, Joel—“

“What?” Joel furrows his brows.

“Put me down, please?” You are blushing.

“Oh,” Joel splutters, but soon easily bends down a little to place your feet back on the ground.

It isn’t easy for you though. You wince as soon as your right foot hits the grass, making you nearly tumble to the ground, but Joel quickly supports you so it doesn’t happen, and you grab the front of his shirt. Perhaps emergency services aren’t such a bad idea after all.

You frown despite the opportunity to lean your whole frame into Joel’s strong body. He has an arm wrapped around your waist, so you can stand on one leg without tipping over. You take the time to stretch out your leg in front of yourself to look down at your foot and carefully try to rotate your ankle. Pain shoots out from your joint, and you whimper under your breath.

“Don’t let go,” you warn him anxiously. You notice that you have smeared varnish over his t-shirt from gripping it as you had nearly fallen.

“I won’t,” he absentmindedly rubs your side soothingly but it doesn’t make your heart rate drop.

“Oh no, I got varnish on your shirt,” you point out.

Joel gets a line in his forehead when his expression switches to confusion. He blows air out of his nose in a humorless laugh, “That’s your worry? Sweetheart, we should get that foot checked. Head too, maybe.”

The nickname seems so natural. You slap his shoulder again, but then remember that he has your whole body at his mercy; your legs will disappear from underneath you if he moves, so you decide not to protest too much.

“You can take my car,” you say but he already objects.

“Ain’t no way in hell I’m putting you on the front seat of your own tiny car. We can take my truck, and you can lie down on the back seat,” he doesn’t even give you room to argue, just leaves everything as it is in your front yard and crosses the street with you in his arms.

“You’re overreacting,” you want to have the last word, and Joel gives it to you, because he says nothing in return, focused and determined instead.

When you reach his old truck, he puts you on the bed to go fetch his keys. It gives you just a moment to process the way that your skin feels on fire where his hands have been, and you hope that no one at the emergency room wants to test your blood pressure or pulse with him in the room. You already start practicing a polite way of telling him to get out.

When Joel returns a few moments later, he unlocks the truck and turns on the engine before fetching you again. You allow yourself to wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders, trying not to look too interested in the way that one of his hands rests comfortably just underneath where your bra sits against your skin.

“Uhh,” Joel quickly turns on his heel as Sarah clears her throat, having arrived home from her walk from the bus stop to their home. You nearly bump your head into the roof of the car as Joel spins due to him being too startled by his daughter’s sudden presence to notice the space around him.

Sarah has on her school backpack, clutching the straps as she approaches the two of you. She raises a brow, “What is going on here? Should I leave again?”

You hope Joel doesn’t drop you at that.

“Nah, it ain’t like that,” he shoots her insinuations down a little too fast.

“Definitely not,” you add just as quickly to save face, and then reach out for the door handle from your position in Joel’s arms, “I’m just a klutz, think my ankle might be sprained or broken.”

“Oookay, whatever you say,” Sarah says, but doesn’t look very convinced with the way she grimaces as she removes her gaze away from you for a moment. When she regains her composure, trying not to make disgusted teenage eyes at her father, she goes on, “So should I wait up?”

“Probably not, s’not serious enough to be prioritized,” Joel says as he crawls half way into the truck’s backseat to place you down on it. You look up at him with a hitched breath, nod when he asks ‘this okay?’ with his eyes.

He pushes himself back and out of the car again by gripping the roof of the vehicle, turns to Sarah then leaves you with butterflies in your stomach.

“There’s still leftover pizza from yesterday,” you hear him say to her, and she replies with whatever. Knowing enough about her by now, you know that she will probably be cooking her own dinner.

She knocks on the window to wave at you before leaving, “Hope it’s nothing too serious!”

After waiting three hours to see a doctor at the emergency room, you are now the proud owner of a sprained ankle. It’s a conclusion that you could have made yourself, but Joel hadn’t wanted to take you back home and had argued that it was better to be safe than sorry. There had been no point in arguing about it because Joel is as stubborn as a mule, even now that the doctor is confirming your suspicions.

“Plenty of rest, ice packs, pillow under when you sleep,” the doctor tells you as she taps away on her computer to log your condition. She smiles softly at you and urges you not to try to put on your shoe again, “I will let a nurse wrap your foot soon, so just relax for now. Just regular ibuprofen for any pain or discomfort. I’ll make sure the nurse gives you a dose before you leave too.”

“Thanks,” you say as you scoot back onto the examination table, already determined to put your foot up. Joel sits on a chair with his arms crossed over his chest, resting his chin in one hand, and has his legs spread out in front of himself. He looks tired but he did carry you all the way through the hospital.

The doctor turns towards the two of you on her spinning chair, “So it’s no more house work for you the coming week. You’re lucky it wasn’t bad or your boyfriend may ha—“

“Not together,” you and Joel say in unison. You try not to be offended by hearing him say something you’ve just said yourself. At the same time even.

“Well, nevertheless, you’re lucky that it isn’t bad enough to have been four to six weeks of rest,” she says a little sheepishly.

You laugh softly at her comment, nodding in agreement, “Oh yeah. I’m terrible at sitting still.”

You don’t tell her that you feel lucky because four to six weeks without seeing Joel would have been torture. This is good. You don’t have to stop seeing Joel, and knowing his stubbornness, you guess that you’ll be allowed to watch him coat the rest of the house with varnish because the dry weather calls for it.

You guess right, spending lazy days on your porch with cool drinks and a nice view of Joel’s tall frame on the stupid stepladder. He had insisted that you stayed inside, but you’d told him it wasn’t going to happen. That was fine, but only if you had your EpiPen next to you.

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⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ | Valentine's day with Johnny

dedicated for: @crash-and-live as a part of valentine's event held by @bunnyreaper. happy valentines, Ber! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

w: best boyfriend ever John "leg opener" MacTavish and smut (lotus and passionate fucking)

divider below by @saradika-graphics

The lights went dim for a short moment and music quietened down, before reflectors brightened up the large theatrical hall and its audience. You felt the thump of the drums in your lungs when the second act of the play started.

You were so grateful for Johnny and his idea to celebrate Valentine’s Day this year. Each restaurant, shop or luxury spa was bursting at the seams (as per always), because every couple wanted to go out and honor that special event of lovebirds. Not wanting to follow the masses, Johnny bought tickets for a spectacle at the local theater.

Blue eyed soldier wore his best suit and you put on an elegant evening dress. the hem of the skirt reached down to your ankles, pooling just around your legs. A white, fluffy shrug and a pearl necklace made you feel like a star on a red carpet. He made you feel special.

The room was spacious, but not many lovers picked such a way to spend the evening of Valentine’s Day. Your boyfriend released your palm that he held through the first act to readjust his trousers. Again. He kept whining over and over that they were too tight! Thank God no one was sitting next to you to witness Scot’s struggles.

— Johnny — you scolded him quietly, leaning closer to your boyfriend — what’s up with you?

— ‘s not my fault, hen — the Scot groaned, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed heavily — did ye have to wear that beautiful fuckin’ dress?

— So… you’re all hot and bothered, because of how I dressed?

Your voice sounded seductive as your fingers with freshly done manicure brushed his tensed thigh. His muscles twitched under your touch.

— Fuck — he hissed — don’t do this to me, bonnie. Yer breasts are almost spillin’ out.

— No, they’re not — you planted a gentle peck on his unshaven cheek. — Just wait until the play is over, pretty boy.

You patted his lap gently, before straightening up in your seat again. You could sense how upset Johnny was for making him wait. Or how his painful boner made him all grumpy. But he couldn’t stay sulked for too long, because how could he?

The tension between you two grew each minute, since you had left the theater. Johnny kept holding your hand firmly, not giving a chance to let you go. Something sparkled in his baby blue eyes each time when he peaked at you through his shoulder – his treasure.

The ride home was short and dangerously swift, each speed bump made you jump in your seat. You knew he was getting desperate, hungry and impatient. But so did you begin to feel that building excitement deep inside of your guts, lower belly maybe. The heartbeat accelerated and the loud thuds spreaded across your breasts.

Johnny almost didn’t let you close the door behind you two, when his wetted lips clung to the side of your neck, like a bloodsucking leech. His experienced fingertips roamed over your body just to feel how soft your skin was, all his. He traced your arm up and down and then he reached under the hem of your dress.

Your boyfriend knew how to push each individual button to make you equally horny, how to make you melt in his strong, bulky arms. He teased your inner thighs by tickling them slightly, before gently rubbing your mound through the cotton panties with the back of his hand.

— Johnny — you whispered under your breath, fingers entangled between his brown mohawk as he kept leaving hickeys all over your cleavage — baby, let me take my shoes off. My feet hurt.

— Aw, your legs are tired, lass? — Scot cooed at you, when the painfully tight heels finally came off. — We hadn’t even started.

Before you could even realize, Soap scooped you from the floor in a bridal style and walked into your shared bedroom. The man was built like a bear, but each time you touched him, he became soft. Almost unthreatening.

He helped you get rid of that dress that haunted him the whole evening, blue eyes glued to your flushed face – you must have looked so pretty for him. Johnny pointed to the bed with his scarred chin just as he was working on his suit. You climbed onto the freshly made sheets and laid back comfortably, looking curiously at him all this time.

Johnny climbed on top of the mattress and stopped only when he made his way between your thighs. You could feel how his erection was pressing against your slit through the layers of underwear and you looked him in the eye.

Soldier leaned down to kiss you, but a singular kiss quickly turned into a vulgar make out session – his tongue trying to invade your mouth and those filthy sounds leaving both of your mouths. You even found yourself grinding against his crotch.

But when you felt his cock twitch, because of your actions, Johnny simply let go of your swollen lips and unglued his pelvis from yours.

— Fuck, ‘m not gonna last if ye kept doin’ that.

He complained as he kept placing wet kisses all over your breasts, nipples, sternum and stomach. He went lower and lower until Soap’s lips latched onto your clothed cunt. His hot breath sent tingles up your spine.

— Think you won’t need them anymore — Johnny dragged the pretty panties all the way down to your ankles just to slip them completely off. And only then his gaze got struck by the glistering wetness smeared over your womanhood. Man tilted his head and groaned quietly. — She’s eager.

Did he just call your pussy a ‘she’?

You could feel the heat that flooded your face, causing a vivid blush across your cheeks. Curiously you traced each movement of his body, each spasm of his muscles – none of his subtle glances over your face went unnoticed. Soap was a caring and observant boyfriend, the best you could ever get.

One of his palms brushed the strands of your hair out of the face that was imprinted in his mind forever. Johnny gently cupped your cheek, before speaking in a calm manner.

— I wanna try something out, okay? — He politely asked, looking into the depths of your eyes. — Heard’s really good.

You agreed and in a matter of seconds Johnny maneuvered the both of you into a sitting position. He got you close to his torso, wobbly legs dangling over his hips causing you to spread for him. Only then you noticed Johnny wanted to take you in a lotus position.

Without warning he clutched tightly to your mouth again and slipped his throbbing length inside of you with ease.

A shameless moan escaped your puffy lips right into his mouth as Johnny kept thrusting up. Fuck, you couldn’t remember when was the last time he was nestled so deep inside of you.

The intimacy and desire fueled your bodies like flames, the skin was burning up, pupils widely dilated. Your reddened lips latched onto Johnny’s veiny neck as he groaned, leaving a string of saliva connected to it.

He kept pumping vividly into you chasing your both sweet peaks. It didn’t last long since the familiar, pleasurable sensation started to coil in the den of your tummy, when Soap started to tease your clit.

— F-Fuck, Johnny~ — You whined in a high pitched tone between the sharp breaths you were trying to take. But your boyfriend successfully stole them away.

— Keep sayin’ my name like tha’ and I might cum too soon.

You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, arms wrapped around his shoulders. Johnny’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hip as the other hand continued to draw circles around the nub just like you favored.

You could feel him slide in and out each time Soap thrusted with his hips up. Then something just snapped and a tingling sensation began to build up rapidly, like an avalanche. Your pelvis began to follow man’s movements by grinding down and imitating the same pace.

— Johnny I-

There wasn’t even a chance for you to finish the sentence when a sudden wave of white pleasure washed over you, blinding the vision. You pressed your eyes together just as your pussy began to squeeze around him chaotically. Soap reached his orgasms soon after you, just as you began to feel limp in his arms.

And just as you wanted to rest your chin over his shoulder, he caught your lips again in a wet kiss.

— Hey, hey, wanna look at your pretty face, alright? — His voice broke down a few times as he was still riding his climax out, strong hands holding your hips down.

You looked at your loving boyfriend and smiled at him, cheeks painted by lustfull blush.

— You’re so beautiful, dove — he cupped the side of your sweet face, eyes still half lidded, when Soap placed a tender kiss on your forehead. — Steamin’ Jesus, I love ye so much.

— I love you too, Johnny.

Only then he allowed you to cuddle up to his muscular chest. His hands began to stroke up and down your spine, lulling you into some rest.

— You okay, bonnie? — To which you nodded weakly, consciousness still stuck somewhere in your climax. — Wanna soak in a bath? I bought some scented oils.

You couldn’t have dreamt of a better lover than Johnny MacTavish was. And he was entirely yours.

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chic-a-gigot · 2 months

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Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 9, vol. 19, 28 février 1897, Paris. 18. Toilettes de cérémonie. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

(1.) Toilette de mariée en satin. Jupe à traîne ronde, garnie devant d’un volant de mousseline de soie, surmonté d’un cordon de fleurs d’oranger, remontant en quille sur les côtés, corsage froncé devant, croise à partir de la taille garni d’un cordon de fleurs d'oranger terminé par un bouquet. Ceinture drapée. Manches froncées dans toute la longueur, recouvertes du haut par deux volants mousseline de soie, col droit et ruche. Voile de tulle de soie et diadème de fleurs d’oranger, gants suede blanc.

(1.) Satin bridal ensemble. Skirt with round train, trimmed in front with a silk chiffon ruffle, topped with a cord of orange flowers, going up in a keel on the sides, gathered bodice in front, crosses from the waist trimmed with a cord of orange blossoms finished with a bouquet. Draped belt. Full-length gathered sleeves, covered at the top by two silk chiffon ruffles, straight collar and ruffle. Silk tulle veil and orange flower tiara, white suede gloves.

Matér.: 20 m. satin, 2 m. mousseline de soie.

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(2.) Toilette en bengaline gris nickel et entre-deux dentelle. Jupe ronde, garnie d’entre-deux, disposés en seconde jupe. Corsage blouse froncé à la taille, garni d’entre-deux. Ceinture suissesse en pointe, col droit en velours rubis, collerette de dentelle. Manches garnies d’entre-deux avec petits ballons bien enlevés. Chapeau feutre gris orné dentelle blanche, velours gris, plumes et aigrette blanches.

(2.) Ensemble in nickel gray bengaline and lace insert. Round skirt, garnished with in-betweens, arranged as a second skirt. Blouse bodice gathered at the waist, trimmed with inserts. Swiss point belt, straight collar in ruby velvet, lace collar. Sleeves trimmed with small balloons well removed. Gray felt hat decorated with white lace, gray velvet, white feathers and egret.

Matér. : 15 m. de bengaline, 0m50 velours.

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(3.) Toilette en moire brodée noire. Jupe ronde unie, montée à fronces derrière. Corsage blouse en bengaline jaune orange en serré daus une haute ceinture-corselet en satin noir, petit figaro très court garni de deux rangs de dentelle. Manches unies avec petit drapé dans le haut, volant au bas. Capote de jais ornée de dentelle et chrysanthèmes.

(3.) Black embroidered moire ensemble. Plain round skirt, gathered with gathers at the back. Blouse bodice in orange-yellow bengaline tightly fitted with a high corselet belt in black satin, very short little figaro trimmed with two rows of lace. Plain sleeves with small drape at the top, ruffle at the bottom. Jet hood decorated with lace and chrysanthemums.

Matér.: 15 m. de moire, 0m50 satin. 5 m. dentelle.

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Loving Mr. Munson

Part 15: To have and to hold❤️

Authors note: The moment we have been waiting for! Sorry this one took so long but I wanted to take my time. This one was long so I had to break it up into 2 parts- I promise that there will be plenty of sweet smut in the next part, but I hope you enjoy Soft Eddie and the sweet fluff of this first part❤️

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Reader:

You can't believe it, the day is finally here. Today you become Mrs. Edward Munson. The thought gave you butterflies in your stomach.

As soon as Eddie had gotten off the phone with Steve Harrington you immediately called your best friend Lisa. After a full minute of her screaming her congratulations into the phone she happily accepted your offer of being your Maid of Honor. You swore her to secrecy, telling her that this was a small private ceremony and that there would be a more elaborate, traditional wedding in the future. She said that she was honored that you had chose her for such an intimate occasion.

You were surprised yet not surprised when you received a phone call later that night from Dustin, then Robin, then Mike and Lucas offering their congratulations on your upcoming nuptials.

" Sweetheart I made him take a fucking oath of silence-" Eddie sighed and you couldn't help but laugh.

" Did you honestly think he keep something like this a secret?" You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling." It's fine baby. I know they will keep our little secret."

" I fucking love you, with all my fucking heart. And I'm ecstatic that your just as anxious as I am to make things official." He kissed your nose , then your lips." It makes it 1000 times more special, because this is something that we are doing just for us." He pulled you close." I do want to give you the wedding of your dreams Princess. I want you to have it all."

" I don't need all that Eds, I just need you."

He smiled and cupped your face in his hands." I can't wait for you to be my wife." And then he kissed you until he took your breath away.

The next day you met up with Lisa after work to buy a new dress. You just wanted something pretty, and lacy and white, although you were anything but virginal, especially since you have been with Eddie. The man had shown you pleasure you hadn't known was possible. But still, white was tradition.

You went from store to store looking for the perfect dress, trying on what felt like a hundred dresses before finding one that was just right. It was lacy, strapless, and the short skirt flared out at the waist. It was just what you were looking for, pretty, feminine and simple. Then you picked out white lace up heels and a beautiful pearl clip for your hair. It was really coming together.

The next night you went to the florist and ordered 2 small ,simple bouquets of white gerber daisies and 2 boutonnières for the boys. It may be a civil ceremony but you still wanted it to be perfect. Then last but not least a cake, just a small heart shaped cake that you could cut up and feed to your husband and bridal party. God, the thought of calling him your husband made you giddy.

" Darling?" Eddie asked as you lay in bed together, his arm draped over you, his face nestled in your neck.

" Yeah baby?"

" What are we doing about rings? I mean if this is going to be our secret we can't wear wedding bands right?"

" Right. Well you already wear rings, give me your favorite and I will use that during the ceremony. You can have my engagement ring. They are mostly symbolic anyway, when we have our bigger ceremony we can get matching ones."

" Your so fucking smart." He kissed your neck and squeezed you tight." I can't believe it is just a few days away." You felt his lips turn up into a smile against your skin." Are you really going to spend the night before the wedding at Lisa's?"

" Of course I am. It is tradition, you Mr. Munson are not supposed to see the bride before the wedding. Courthouse or not, I want it to be a surprise. Besides we are going to do a spa night. We are going to get mani and pedis after work then we will go back, drink some wine and apply some hideous face masks that will make our skin radiant."

He chuckled." That means I have to sleep all alone ?"

" I'm sure Steve would come in for a cuddle if you get lonely-"

Eddie laughed." No fucking way."

" It's all included in his best man duties."

" He is taking me out for a couple of drinks the night before and standing by my side. Those are the extent of his duties."

" Are you nervous Baby?"

" Not at all. You?"

" Not even a smidgen. I have never been so sure of anything in my life." You snuggled into him. " Do you think you could meet me at the town clerks office tomorrow to fill out the application for a marriage license? Supposedly it only takes about 20 mins. Then it will be one less thing we have to do."

" Absolutely. Then we can get lunch after. " He kissed your shoulder. "Damn baby girl, you are on top of it."

" I would rather be on top of you."

" So there is no rule about abstaining from sex right before your wedding or anything right?"

" I mean we could if you wanted-"

" Fuck no! " He pressed his erection against your ass." Does it feel like I want to abstain?"

" Not at all."

" Why don't you climb aboard baby, ride the fuck out of me and give me something to dream about that night that you are away."

You smile to yourself and sigh." Well, if you insist."

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The next day you met up at the town clerk's office to get your marriage license, you were one step closer, one more thing crossed off your list.

" It's down on paper, all we need now is a signature!" You smiled across the table at him.

Eddie smiled and grabbed your hand in his. "Almost there Sweetheart. " He raised your hand to his lips. " I'm so fucking excited."

" I can't wait for you to see my dress."

" Your going to look beautiful. You could wear a fucking burlap sack and still look like a masterpiece."

You smiled" Your such a sweet talker Munson. "

He popped a fry in his mouth and winked." I speak nothing but the truth."

You smirked and stirred your drink around with your straw. " Harrington comes in tomorrow?"

" Yeah, the fucking blabbermouth."

You laughed." He was excited! He just wants you to be happy you know. I think it is sweet." You took a sip of your drink.

Eddie pointed at you with a fry." Now Dustin, he would have taken it serious. He would have kept a secret."

You smirked." You think so?"

" I know so. He's going to be my Best Man next time.Have you thought about what you want Dollface?"

" Your going to laugh."

" Why would I laugh?" He picked up his burger and took a bite.

" Because out of all the things one could possibly need to plan for a wedding, the one and only thing that I know for certain is that I want Gracie to be my Flower Girl." You had absolutely fallen in love with Dustin's little girl the last time you saw her, you were inseparable, and at this point you may even outrank Uncle Eggie as favorite.

Eddie stopped mid chew and sat back in his chair. He hurriedly swallowed and then smiled." Just when I thought I couldn't possibly love you any more...I love that she is the first thing to pop into your head. It's fucking PERFECT Sweetheart, Princess Gracie, our pretty little flower girl!" He clapped his hands together excitedly. " We could get her a fucking little crown, she would lose her shit!"

Your heart swelled." Yes! And she would have a fluffy little dress and a little basket of flowers! She really would look like a princess!"

" She would be so fucking cute. I wonder if Mason would be walking yet, probably not, he's just a baby still, I mean depending on when we plan the wedding though maybe-"

You cut him off with a kiss. " I love you Eddie Munson. I love that YOU want this as much as I do. " You sat back in your seat. " Maybe, if he can't quite walk we could have Rosie and Izzy be Jr. Bridesmaids and they could pull him down the aisle in a wagon! Wouldn't that be the sweetest thing!" You covered your mouth with your hands. " Holy Shit Baby we're making plans!!! I know, I know, one wedding at a time-"

Eddie smiled wide." We gotta keep track of all these ideas, get like a notebook or something, write this shit down."

" I will!" You were so excited now you could barely eat." It is going to be wonderful, with our friends and our family-" as soon as the words left your mouth it hit you like a ton of bricks. Your family, your Father.You could feel your face fall.

" Baby , what just happened? " Eddie leaned forward concerned." Your whole demeanor just completely changed."

You sat back quiet for a moment. " My family. Who knows if they will even go. I mean it doesn't really matter-"

" Sweetheart," Eddie said softly, reaching out and taking your hands. "Have you heard from your mom?"

You sighed. Your Mother had called you the day after the blow up. She apologized for your Father's behavior, sighting that he was just worried about your wellbeing, you both knew it was a crock of shit, that he was just making excuses for being an Asshole." Yeah. She said she is really excited, she can't wait to go dress shopping, Suggested the country club for the wedding/reception yada yada, but I know that my fucking Father is going to make it miserable. I don't want him to come. I don't want him to ruin the day. I would rather have one of my brothers or Wayne walk me down the aisle."

" It's so fucking shitty and I'm sorry." He ran his thumbs over the back of your hands. " I know you say it doesn't matter but Angel, I know it hurts you."

You bit your lip." He's not going to change, and I don't need his negativity in my life." You leaned forward." You and my Mom and our friends are all the love and support I need. " You let out a deep breath, ready to change the subject, you weren't going to think about that right now." Now, moving on, Baby I need your input,what's your favorite flower?"

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You sat in your old apartment wrapped in your fuzzy robe,wine tipsy and feeling fabulous. Lisa had put out a spread of your favorite snacks, your favorite wine, and now you were lounging around with hideous green masks on your faces, laughing and watching all of your favorite movies.

" Jake Ryan is a total babe, but I'm sorry, there is no way a stud like that would be into a sophomore with no boobs."

Lisa laughed. " And there is no way he would show up from out of nowhere with a cake, and a kiss-"

" Not in the real world! That's why we have to watch movies like Sixteen Candles my friend. "

" I don't know Hon, your life right now is just as wonderful as those movies. You hooked up with your ex boyfriends father , you fell madly in love,now you have a hot fiancé with an amazing body, incredible stamina from what I've heard,AND he is a musician. Not to mention that he treats you like an absolute queen.They should make a movie about you two!"

You smiled and snuggled into your robe." He is pretty fucking incredible, isn't he?" You sighed.

" You're so lucky!"

You finished up your wine and popped a couple of M&MS into your mouth. "I'm so fucking lucky." Instinctively you brought your thumb up to your ring finger to twirl your engagement ring and forgot that it wasn't there. It may have only been a week but you felt naked with it missing. You smiled to yourself, you would get it back tomorrow, along with a vow to have and to hold and then you would never have to take it off again.

When your face mask was dried and your face felt tight you went into the bathroom and washed it off. Wow, your skin was so soft, you were practically glowing, ok maybe it was more than the mask, maybe it was love, maybe it was wine.

"Ok Sweets, your turn-"

" Yeah Eddie, she's right here hold on!"'

Lisa smiled and handed the phone to you." It's Prince Charming! I think he's a little bit drunk!"

You felt positively giddy." Hey Baby."

" Hey Sweetheart." His voice was so fucking sexy." Whatcha doin beautiful?"

You smiled. " Just sitting here in my fuzzy robe , chillin with Lisa, drinking wine and feeling very silly and very tipsy. What are you doing Baby?"

" Just got back from the bar, had a few drinks with Harrington-" you hear Steve holler an enthusiastic 'Hello!' in the background. "And now I'm just sitting here thinking about how much I miss you." You could tell by his voice that he feeling pretty good. Poor Steve- now he got to deal with goofy, drunk, horny Eddie.

" Your sitting there thinking about lil ole me?" You giggled."Tell me Munson, are going soft and sappy on me?" You teased.

Lisa sat down next to me, eyes on me, smile on her face, she leaned in." This is getting good!" She whispered.

Eddie laughed devilishly." There is nothing fucking soft about me Princess."

You blushed." Oh, you don't have to tell me Baby, I already know. I know every single scrumptious inch of your body. I know where you are ticklish, I know where to kiss you, touch you, bite you to get you all wound up-"

You heard Eddie sigh on the other end of the line." You're driving me fucking insane right now, do you know that Sweetheart? Of course you know that, you fucking tease."

You batted your eyes at Lisa then gasped into the phone." Me?Why Mr.Munson, I don't know what you are talking about!"

Eddie chuckled." Oh you fucking know Dollface. You know exactly what you are doing."

" What's the matter Baby? Are those not so soft parts hard now?" You cooed into the phone."

" What do you think? Your a fucking Minx."

" Don't worry Edward, it's only one night. It was longer than that when I wasn't living with you-"

" But now you do and you belong in my bed and in my arms."

" Is that so?"

" I understand though, it's'tradition' . I just, I want you so fucking bad."

You heard Steve chuckle in the background." He's fucking whipped!" Than you heard an "Oof." And then laughter from both men on the other end, and Steve replying." Fucker."

" Baby it's rude to beat up your friends when they come to visit."

" I just hit him in the head with one of your fancy throw pillows, fuckin launched it across the room! Trust me, he's feeling no pain right now and he will make a full recovery. But Sweetheart," his voice went as smooth as silk, " As for me,I'm in desperate need of some mouth to mouth-"

You giggled." I'm sorry Baby, but it's just you and your hand tonight. I promise this is the only time I will ever turn you down for sex, under any other circumstances-"

" I know Angel-" he sighed." Tomorrow your going to make me the happiest man that ever roamed this earth, you know that right?"

" I know Baby." You smiled as you played with the belt of your robe." I can't wait till tomorrow. Part of me wants to go to bed right now so that I will wake up and finally it will be our day. But, I also know that if I went to bed right now there is no way I could fall asleep. I'm way too excited. "

" I could always come over, tire you out a little-"

" No!" You laughed." We need to stay strong."

" I know." You heard him chuckle." I'll let you go so you can enjoy your night with Lisa. Drink some wine, watch another movie and before you know it you will be passed out." He paused. "Then, tomorrow night , your fucking mine Princess. The things I want to fucking do you-" he practically growled into the phone...

" Yes! Yes to any and all the things." You smiled and felt yourself blush." I love you Eddie."

" I love you too Dollface."

" Sweet dreams Baby."

He laughed wickedly on the other end of the line." I assure you My Love, the dreams that I will be having tonight will not be sweet, they will be pure, unadulterated filth."

" As long as they are about me-"

" They are always about you Princess."

You just wanted to melt. Lisa, who was listening to your entire conversation was biting a pillow and kicking her feet." That's so sweet Baby, I'll be dreaming of you too." You bit your lip and winked at Lisa. " What are you going to do when your lying alone in our bed tonight baby? "

" It would be indecent for me to elaborate on my plans, considering Harrington is breathing down my fucking neck trying to listen to our conversation, apparently you give the man tequila and he forgets all of his fucking manners-"

You heard Steve snort." This is high quality entertainment right here. You guys are so in love with each other, it would be disgusting if it weren't so goddamn cute. So what are you going to do tonight when your all alone in your bed? " Steve laughed."It's alright Eddie you can say it, as soon as he gets off the phone with you he's going to go jack off in his room-"

" Jesus Christ Steve!"

You giggled." Are you baby? Are you going to fuck your fist tonight? "

" Shit, Sweetheart you can't just say things-"

" Like what?" You asked innocently. "Like tonight, when your stroking yourself, pretend that I'm the one holding your cock, caressing it with my soft, freshly manicured hand, with glittery pink polish-"

" Fuuuck. Your fucking killing me right now. I've, uh, got to go-"

" I love you Mr.Munson."

" I love you too Angel. I'll see you at the Courthouse, can't fucking wait."

" Ditto. Goodnight baby."

" Goodnight Sweets."

We both hung up and I threw myself back on the couch sighing, still wine drunk and warm and fuzzy inside .

Lisa let out a little scream into the pillow than tossed it away. " Oh my fucking god! You guys, you guys are just so, he's just, your so- where can I get one? I need a Mr. Munson too! Does he have any single friends?"

You looked at her and you both started giggling like school girls.

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Your hands were shaking, not from fear but from excitement. Today you would marry the man of your dreams. In fact he was standing behind the heavy wooden door in front of you at this very moment, ready to make a lifelong commitment to you, to confess his undying love and loyalty to you.

You sighed. You had never wanted anything more . Today was the most important day of your life.

You had taken your time getting yourself ready this morning, wanting everything to be absolutely perfect when Eddie saw you. Your hair was curled but pinned back on one side with a pretty pearl clip, your makeup , a soft smokey eye, with a light pink shimmery gloss. Your dress,white lace and strapless, accentuated your breasts but in a subtle classy way, flared at your waist and fell just above the knee. It was pretty and feminine and made you feel beautiful. On your feet ,lace up heels that went mid calf and added a couple of inches to your height and made your legs look nice and long. You had followed the tradition of something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. The old, your grandmother's pearl earrings and necklace, the borrowed, you borrowed Eddie's ring to put back on his finger, something new, your dress, and something blue, a white lace bustier and thong set with little blue bows and ribbon on it, that counted right?

" You look so beautiful hun." Lisa smiled , handing you your tiny bouquet. She had also dressed up for the occasion, wearing a pretty green long sleeve dress with leather boots. "Are you ready to go in?"

" I'm so ready." You let out a deep breath and smiled." Time to get married."

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Eddie:

My ears perked up when I heard her voice outside the door. She was here. I knew she would be, there was never any doubt, but she was really here and this was really happening.

" How ya doin bud?" Steve squeezed my shoulder.

" I'm so ready, so fucking ready."

" I'm really happy for you Eddie, truly happy. You deserve this. "

I turned to face my best friend and saw a smile just as wide as mine, and tears? Were those tears in his eyes?

This morning we reminisced about the old days, about how at one point I told him I was destined to be alone, after my first failed marriage, one more of obligation than love. I thought that I would never find anyone that would truly get me, how I probably didn't deserve it. I hadn't really known what being loved and cared for was like until Wayne took me in, my Mother died when I was young, my father was a criminal, always in and out of jail.

Maybe my family was just fucking cursed in love.

But then there was Wayne, who was more of a father to me than my real dad was, and my friends that took a chance and got to know the real me, then stood by my side through everything.

Steve ' the Hair' Harrington , king of Hawkins high, athletic and popular had become my best friend, we had really been through it all together, and now he was here with me today on one of the happiest days of my life, like I had been there for him on his.

"Mr.Munson, my clerk has informed me that you bride to be is here." The Judge smiled from behind his desk and stood up.

" Thank you, uh, your honor, I-" I whipped my head around as I heard the heavy wooden door open.

Peeking her head in, Lisa smiled than ran into the judges chambers with a bag slung over her shoulder and a little box in her hand.

" Hey guys! I just wanted to give you guys these, we had them made up for you-" I watched as she popped open the top of a little plastic case to reveal a Daisy boutonnière for both Steve and I.

I smiled." She really did think of everything didn't she?"

Lisa smiled as she pinned it to my dress shirt. I had worn a navy blue fitted button down shirt and a pair of nicely tailored dress pants, the fanciest clothes that I owned and of course my leather Jacket. I had tamed my wild curls with some products that Steve swore by and made sure that I was clean shaven. I was sure that my preparations were nothing compared to what my Sweet angel had done this morning, though to be perfectly honest, as beautiful as I was sure she looked now, I still thought that she looked absolutely gorgeous without all the extras.

" She did." Lisa moved on to Steve, pinning his flower next. When she was happy with the way it looked she came back over to me and gave me a hug, mindful of the daisy she had just pinned." Thank you Eddie, for making my friend so, so happy."

I gave her a squeeze." You don't have to thank me Sweets, it's my honor."

She pulled away and smiled up at me. "I'll go get your Princess, but first-" she opened up her tote bag and pulled out a small camera." You gotta say cheese." She motioned for Steve to stand close beside me, we were already smiling when she snapped the picture. "Perfect!"

The thought that there were pictures in that camera of my beautiful bride to be had my heart racing.

I watched Lisa set down her tote bag in a chair then disappear behind the door again.

I could feel my hands shaking with anticipation as I smoothed out the front of my shirt,ran a hand through my hair.

" Calm down Loverboy, you look great. I can see your hands shaking from here. Nervous?"

" No. I'm just so fucking anxious to see her-" I stopped as the doors to the judges chambers opened again. I watched as Lisa stepped into the room, holding a small bouquet of flowers, smiling again, this time tears running down her cheeks. When she got to us she stood aside then turned back to the door where my beautiful bride finally came into view.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched her walk in. I couldn't even find the words to describe how fucking gorgeous she looked. Absolutely Every. Single.Fucking,Thing, about her had me breathless. She was just perfect, everything about her was just.. perfect. This moment, the radiant smile on her face, her hair, dress, shoes everything would now be captured in my memory for a lifetime. I found myself drawing in a deep breath, I had been so caught up in the moment I had forgotten to breathe.

" I can't believe she's mine," I murmured to myself as she took her final steps towards me. I felt Steve squeeze my shoulder.

I watched as she handed her bouquet to Lisa than stood close beside me, I didn't hesitate to take her hand in mine,bringing it up to my lips, eyes locked with hers.

" I don't believe we have gotten to that part yet, Mr.Munson, the kissing the bride," the Judge chuckled. We all laughed.

She smiled brightly and reached out, lightly running her hand down the side of my face than whispered." Hi Baby." The gesture made me want to fucking melt.

" Hi Sweetheart." I leaned down to her ear. " You look..there aren't even words to describe how absolutely fucking gorgeous you look." It took everything in me to not reach out and draw her into my body.

The Judge lightly cleared his throat. "Are we ready to proceed?"

" Yes!" We answered together, smiling.

" Well alright then!" The older man flipped open a book to a dog eared page and began." Dearly beloved, we have gathered here today to join this Man and this Woman, in the bond of holy matrimony.

Edward and ( reader ) are here to pledge their love to each other, to be united in a partnership, and to offer each other the security that comes from promises sincerely made, and faithfully kept. They are choosing to make a lifelong commitment to honor and cherish each other, for the rest of their lives."

My heart fluttered in my chest as I looked upon my Sweet Princess's beautiful face. I could see it then, in her eyes, the love and affection that she held for me and in this moment it was almost overwhelming. Knowing that such an amazing woman could feel that for me-

" Edward, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

I squeezed her hands." I do."

The Judge turned to her. " Do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

Her beautiful eyes locked with mine. " I do!"

" Wonderful, now repeat after me. I, Edward Munson, take you, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, and repeated word for word what the Judge had said, my voice thick with emotion. I felt her small thumbs rubbing circles into the back of my hand and as I stared deep into her eyes I noticed tears.

" Perfect, now Dear, it's your turn. Repeat after me. I, take you Edward, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

She blinked and a tear rolled slowly down her cheek and without thinking I reached up and brushed it away with my thumb. She smiled even wider than her soft voice started, " I take you Edward Munson,to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

I felt like my heart was going to fucking burst.

" The rings please."

Steve smiled and pulled the diamond ring from his pocket and carefully handed it over to me.

" Edward, please place the ring on her finger and repeat after me- I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love."

I watched her beautiful face as I slid the ring onto her delicate finger. "I give you this ring,Sweetheart, as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love." I brought her hand to my mouth again, I could feel it trembling against my lips as I placed a light kiss.

I watched her look back down at her finger and sigh, then her eyes met mine again.

Lisa snapped another picture before handing over my old silver Skull ring. I had had that ring since high school, it was the first ring I had ever bought.

My Princess lightly took my hand in hers and slid the ring onto my finger. "I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love."

I could feel tears well up in the corners of my eyes, I was so incredibly happy. This was my dream, and now it was real.

" Please join hands."

I held her hands softly but securely, and she gave mine a squeeze.

" By virtue of the authority vested in me under the laws of the State of Indiana, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The Judge smiled and looked at me." Now, Mr. Munson, you may kiss the Bride."

I pulled her body close to mine than cradled her face in my hand, running my thumb over her bottom lip." I love you Mrs.Munson." I watched her face light up.

" I love you too Mr. Munson."

" Just kiss already!" Steve said from beside us, and we laughed.

I felt her arms slip around my waist, and I swooped down and kissed her with everything I had, every bit of emotion I had been holding back during the ceremony finally releasing, a tear of joy rolled down my cheek.

Lisa and Steve cheered, and I heard another snap of Lisa's camera, and I was grateful. Grateful that she had captured the happiest moment of my life.

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Reader:

" I love you so much Baby." You breathed , kissing the tear from his cheek and nuzzling into his neck. He held onto you tightly, just as wound up in emotion as you had been and it made your heart swell .It was perfect. The ceremony was perfect, it was everything you had wanted. Simple, sweet, intimate. And Eddie, he looked so goddamn amazing. The way his shirt fit tight across his broad chest, and his trim waist. And the pants, they fit him like a glove. He was so sexy. You loved that he wore his leather jacket, it was so perfect, so Eddie.

You drew in one more deep breath, getting lost in his intoxicating scent, soap and cologne and there was something else... hair product? You smiled as you pulled away.

You will never in your life forget the sight of Eddie when he first saw you walk into the room, the smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, the way his breath hitched when you got nearer. It melted your heart when he took your hand and kissed it just before the ceremony, knowing that he couldn't help himself , that he had to touch you.

He lifted your chin up with his finger,kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose than your lips. " You look like an Angel."

" Excuse me, Mr. & Mrs. Munson? " the Judge interrupted." Sorry, but if I could just have your Marriage License-"

" Oh yes! Sorry your honor, we just got a little caught up in the moment-" You backed away and ran to Lisa's tote bag pulling out your folder and quickly bringing it back to him." There you go Sir, and thank you, sooo much."

The older gentleman smiled." I see a lot of doom and gloom doing what I do, it is nice to have a little ray of sunshine every once in a while."

Eddie walked up to the desk with you , sliding his arm around your shoulders. " Jesus Sweetheart your freezing!" Eddie took his leather jacket off and held it out, you slipped your arms into it and felt his warmth creep into your body.

" Thank you baby. I am realizing now that short and strapless may not have been the best choice for a Fall wedding." You smirked." But I wanted to look pretty for you-"

" You look knockout fucking gorgeous, Doll." He winked at you , smiling. God you just wanted to eat him right the fuck up.

" There, everything is official. Congratulations."

Eddie picked you up and spun you around and you giggled.

" Would you mind if I took just a few quick pictures? I promise we won't dawdle, we know you are very busy." Lisa asked.

The judge nodded. The four of you hammed it up in the wedding photos, the judge, a good sport offered to take a couple group shots and also agreed to pose with you guys for a couple. You were so glad that Lisa had thought to bring a camera, you were frantically trying to get things ready on short notice that you didn't even think about it.

" Thank you again your honor, you have no idea how incredibly happy and thankful we are." Eddie reached out to shake his hand.

The Judge smiled and shook his hand firmly. " Your very welcome and congratulations again. Now if you'll excuse me-"

" Certainly!"

Eddie took your hand and guided us all out of the building.

" Can I just say that that was probably the best wedding I have ever been to. It was simple, and beautiful and meaningful and sincere. It was perfect."Steve hugged us. " I'm so happy for you two. Congratulations guys."

" Thank you guys sooo much for coming to be a part of our day. It means so much to us." You smiled, and hugged Lisa. " Thank you for everything."

" You don't have to thank me honey, it has been my pleasure." She squeezed you back than pulled away. " I have one last photo request- " She nodded to the fountain infront of the courthouse. " It will be perfect."

You smiled up at Eddie." Whatta ya say baby? "

He smiled back down at you and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. " Whatever wifey wants, wifey gets." You watched as his smile grew even wider, his dimples absolutely dazzling. He was , without a doubt the most beautiful man you had ever known inside and out. And now this man was your Husband, to have and to hold. The thought was astonishing and overwhelming and you felt tears prick at your eyes and you quickly blinked them away.

" You alright My Love?"

" I'm just so happy Eds." You stood up on your tiptoes and kissed him.

" Awwwww!"

You felt Eddie smile against your lips.

" Let's give them something that will really blow their fucking minds."

A moment later you were being dipped backwards and you giggled in surprise. He smiled as he brought his lips down to yours.

" That's perfect!! Oh my god guys!" Lisa shrieked as her camera clicked away."That ones a keeper for sure."

You smiled up at Eddie as he pulled away. " Your a keeper for sure."

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