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if you have time can you bring it full circle and write something about the wedding day? 🫣

his present, his future, his wife ; (irl) schlatt x reader

– part one , – part two , – part three , – part four , – part five , – part six shout out to @staticbri for helping with ideas !

summary : after the rehearsal, the eve before their matrimony, a sinking feeling overcomes the bride to-be; luckily her to-be husband is right there for her... And till the rest of their lives.

info : light swearing, sticky sweet nicknames, fluff, light angst, self doubt, she/her reader (described as the bride, woman, wife), descriptions of wearing wedding dresses. (of course feel free to reimagine any item of clothing or scene to your comfort.)

a/n : half of this chapter is of the eve, and the other half is of the day of, so I hope this fulfills the request ! hope you enjoy and thanks for requesting. also apologies second anon (who was the original requester for last chapter) for using this ask ! i got this one first :) THANK YOU SM TO EVERYONE WHO'S BEEN LIKING MY POSTS TOO ! we just got the first post in this mini-series to 100 notes and I say my biggest thank you's.

Months of planning all culminated to this, friends and family gathered around and trying to follow the coordinator around in preparation for tomorrow; the real wedding. The actual real wedding, where as she would officially share his name; become his wife. It was exciting, she had been nothing but smiles throughout the whole engagement and planning process. Even when Schlatt could get a little groomzilla at times, she was the one with the magic touch and soothing voice that could extinguish his wrath.

Now, she wasn’t smiling anymore. Hidden behind the closed bathroom doors she wept, quietly that was, knowing Schlatt was just in the other room. She couldn’t explain it, wrapped in a towel-like robe after what should have been a relaxing, aromatherapy bath only gave her the moments needed to have her thoughts consume her. It was such dread, the feeling of throwing up imminent. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy, she was just… Scared. Fear of what comes after, if this was to be her happiest day what would that say about her life as a whole? Would she have to start having children now? She wasn’t ready, and the anxiety overwhelmed her. She has to bottle up her emotions, fearing to stress out her lover more than he already is.

From the suite bedroom, the New Yorker didn’t have a clue of what was going on; but he was worried. It wasn’t like Y/n wasn’t the type to take her time in the bathroom, though this seemed too long, and she was being too quiet. Usually he’d hear muffled music and if he was lucky, her honey-like voice singing along with the music. He’d never tell her that sometimes he’d stand outside just to hear her sing, she was embarrassed as it was to sing at all; and he wouldn’t ever risk losing that angelic singing voice of hers.

There hadn’t been a sound from her, he even lowered the TV volume in an attempt to try and hear anything; nothing. That was until he was desperate enough to approach, tip-toe his way to their ensuite, and stick his ear to the door. His heart completely dropped, shattered even, when he heard the almost inaudible hiccups of broken cries. Immediately, corrosive thoughts drowned out his mind, did she feel pressured to marry him? Did she not love him? Did she want to call off the wedding? She said she didn't care when his family pushed for a religious wedding, had she changed her mind?

Did it matter? The love of his life was distraught and was currently weeping on her own.

As much as he wanted to knock the door over and swoop her into his arms, he didn't want to startle her or make the situation worse. Taking a minute to take a breath, startling himself and putting his feelings aside for the sake of his darling, he began with a gentle knock. "Sweetheart?" He could hear the complete halting of sound from the other side, "could you open the door?" Asking the rhetorical question of 'are you okay?' felt wrong, he already knew the answer. All he wanted was to know what was going on, hear her out if need be, hug and reassure her, or even come up to a solution of whatever problem she's faced with. He waited patiently, for her likely to compose herself, and with a pause of silence, it ended with the sound of a soft click. The door slowly creaked open, the disheartening feeling of seeing his beloved with reddened and puffy eyes, almost invisible lines of where tears ran.

"I, um..." She fully opened the door, "I'm sorry Schlatt, I–..." "Hey, hey. It's alright, doll. There's no need to be sorry, talk to me." Schlatt definitely was the one in the relationship who tended to be on the receiving end of comfort, but even if it was hard for him at times, when need be he could the same for those he loved most; Y/n, his most cherished. With the most tender and compassionate expression imaginable, Y/n fought the urge to break out into tears again; this was worrying him other nothing... The thought of wasting his time and not being the strong woman he needed to lean on made her feel so useless.

"It's dumb, I'm sorry for making you worry like this." Hands shot up to rub away tears that dared to slip past her eyes, larger, coarser hands also gently moved to cup her face. Thumbs firm with their swipes to rub away her sadness, but loving in how he made sure to never push hard enough to hurt her. "Do you remember what I told you when we got engaged?" She hummed quietly, shaking her head as a no. "You're worth all the worry in the world, I stand by that. Make me worry. Please, do. Because I never want to see you this sad, it hurts me more than anything else could." His voice hung low, and his eyes were committed to only her; waiting for the order to make all her pain go away. "Please, just tell me what's making you cry."

Gazes locked together, the longer she held her silence the more guilt weighed on her. "I..." He held his breath in anticipation. "...I'm just anxious, I guess. Don't get me wrong..! I want to marry you. I'm confident about that." He let out his breath in relief, hearing it come so confidently off her lips was the best reassurance for him. But there was more to it, he could see it in the way she evaded her eyes and leant into his embrace. "If this is the happiest day of our lives, our relationship... I'm scared I'll mess it up. What if it isn't as good as it's supposed to be? What does that say about the rest of my life if my best day isn't even that good?"

A grin grew to the male's lips, "there's only one part of tomorrow I actually really care about." Curious eyes finally grew confident enough to meet his, "and that is?" She spoke almost in a murmur, and it only made his grin even wider. "Seeing you all dolled up, and finally legally have you as mine." The caress of his thumbs with hands still firmly planted on her cheeks made it clearly all the more genuine. "To be honest, my happiest days are the ones I can spend with you. Even if this is our big day, I can promise you I'll make the rest of our lives as happy and comfortable as I can. You deserve the world toots', and I do have full intentions of giving it to you."

Eyes teary, she could help but crack a smile with how many butterflies he was pumping into her stomach. "I really don't deserve–" Bending down to kiss her, he shut her up before she could finish. "Don't finish that sentence." Profound umber irises stare into hers with complete seriousness. "Y/n, you have done more for me than I could ever repay: you've loved me at my worst, you've stuck up for me, dealt and helped with my issues." He paused to kiss her again, the plush feeling of his against hers was intoxicating; cripplingly addicting. "Don't ever tell me you're less than what you're worth. Because you're worth it, you're so fucking worth it." He moved in closer to hold her in his arms.

"This is only one of many happy days for a happy life to come, if nothing else I promise that." Uttering those words into the shell of her ear, his voice never ceased to slink its way into her heart in warm solace. "And... And just because we're married we won't have to start having kids immediately?" "You know how much I hate to share." He snorted first, earning the smallest smile from her, even if it was nuzzled into the valley between his shoulder and neck.

"We won't do anything either of us aren't ready to do. And it's your body toots, you decide when it's right for you. I'll stick by you no matter what, don't even stress about it." Moving a little away to kiss her temple before finally pulling away completely, seeing that ever so famous smile upon his lovers lips made his grow. Thankful that he was able to kiss away her sadness in a sense.

"I love you." She grinned, so brightly that he could almost forget that she was bawling her eyes out minutes before. "I love you too, now, you should probably get changed so we can head to bed. The only mistake I made about this thing is not having it later in the day."

That morning however, anxiety sunk into him as he readied with his best men, still unable to wipe the nervousness from off his face. He stood by the altar, waiting patiently and conversing amongst him and his men to ease his racing my and pounding heart. There was an expected delay, but with every passing second worries crawled under skin. What if last light wasn't enough? What if she really left? If she didn't would he really be enough? Would he really fulfill all those grandiose promises?

Once he heard the shushes of the coordinators, people begin to stand and an echoing of church doors, he waited in agony for his bride. Watching kids that he didn't recognize (likely from Y/n's family) play the role of ring bearer and flower girl. Once it was that the initial awing simmered, the light that seeped through coloured glass suddenly gained so much more colour. From the end of isle, stood his bride, dressed in a sparking pure white that hugged at her figure. The thin vail that obscured her face did nothing against his scrutinizing eyes, seeing that behind the fabric had his darling's gorgeous bright smile. All those insecurities and worries melted away in a snap, bouquet in hand he watched eagerly with every step she took. Her delicate waves towards their families and overjoyed grin had his own expression of worry melt away into awe, he was always in awe whenever she'd dress up; or whenever he'd stare too long and see her beauty for the first time all over again.

It felt like forever before she joined him upon the altar, handing off her array of flowers to her maid of honour, he was quick to pull the vail over her head... And become completely star-struck. "Wow." Was all he could breath out, a wave that felt like complete luck washed over him; how did he manage to score her? She was like some kind of ethereal princess, and now she'd officially be his wife. Honestly, he wasn't listening to what the officiant was saying, more focused on whispering little jokes to his wife to-be and the pair giggling silently amongst themselves.

He had to be snapped to attention when vows arrived, and a microphone was handed to him so it could be heard throughout the cathedral-like building. Despite the fact it was meant to be a catholic ceremony made clear by the nagging of his conservative family, he may have bent the rules just a little by pushing on his own written vows.

"Y/n," he began, his eyes glued to her as if there was no one else in the whole world. "I promise, with everyone here to bear witness, that I will, with every ability possible, make you laugh, give you the happiness you deserve, and insure that from now until forever you will never be alone again. I will forever love your smile, your laugh, your body, and you, no matter how imperfect you believe you are. And that no matter how old and saggy we get, for as long as I live, you will always have a warm pair of arms to hold you in our highest and lowest times. You're my forever. I love you." One of the bridesmaids had to run off to fetch a tissue box when the vows easily brought her to light tears. With one hand holding the pre-mentioned tissues, with the other held in his, he slipped the stupendous ring upon her ring finger; where it fit perfectly. The priest had then asked him the ever so famous question, and at the end of the required repetition, he said those ever so famous words. "I do." With such conviction and belief with every word.

The mic was passed to her, and although the mention of written vows was mentioned to her on short notice; she had an easier time putting her feelings into words. "My dearest Schlatt," being that this whole event was also recorded, she opted to referring him to his last name even if his family did give puzzled stares. (And the fact that being that the two streamed together, she grew into just referring to him as his last name.) "I, now and for the rest of time, promise to support you as we work through our careers together. I promise to you that I will always love and adore you the exact same as the day we first met, and when we one day grow old together that even if our memories fate, my feelings never will. And that no matter what, you'll always have me at your side. Forever and always, I love you more than humanly possible." He didn't cry, but when I tell you tears sat at the waterline I mean it. Rubbing away tears before they could fall and bearing possibly the most joyous smiles he's ever worn, the ring was given to his bride to slip upon his finger. The same repetition went on between Y/n and the officiant, and looking back up into those dark chocolatey brown eyes she could stare into for millennia, she spoke the words that made it all official. "I do."

Before another breath was drawn from anyone else in the room, he swept his arms around her waist to pull her in; their first kiss as husband and wife. It was nothing too graphic, much to the dismay of Schlatt who wanted his hands all over his woman, he at least got the pride to quickly swoop his hand at her knees and pick her up all bridal style. Just so he could look into the camera held by one of his close friends, "I legally own the woman now." The bubble of laughter caught up in his arms was enough for him to break out of his persona, captured in too much love to care how soft he appeared on camera of which his viewers would likely inevitably see. (If he decided to cut it or not, but then again he wanted the message out there..)

Bunched up in white, held up in strong arms, he admired the grinning, bubbly face of his present, his future, his wife.

And if for nothing else he was certain of in this life, it would be that this love for his woman, his pretty girl, was authentic love. And that he'd undoubtedly love this woman for the rest of his life.

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