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donaldresslerfanfic · 4 years

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Wedding Bells.

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 2838

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Fifty-Two

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"You can't" Ethan called my attention next to me, I led my eyes to him as I held my hands in front of me "you can't be this calm"

I gave him a little dismissing smile and shook my head a little.

"I am. I've been waiting a lot for this, and Mags has worked really hard for this day to come so..." I made a motion with my hand "I just want her to get here and marry her, that's all"

"I'm just saying, I love my wife and all but I puked my guts out when I was suiting up to get married" he said looking behind me towards the aisle

"He's an agent" Madison intervened from my other side, standing in line with the other bridesmaids "he's got nerves of steel"

Truth was, I was maybe over caffeinated. My only source of food had been just coffee for dinner last night, breakfast, lunch, and just before the reception started I'd drank another cup.

Anything else, anything solid, I couldn't get pass. My throat had been closed ever since our flight back from Vegas, when it really hit me that when I stepped out of the plane, those would be the last 24 hours of me being single.

The last 24 hours were maybe the loneliest I'd ever been. I had been around people, sure, but it made me realize how much I had missed my girl, we hadn't even been allowed to text to eachother, and I needed that overtly enthusiastic good morning text, the 'how was your flight', the 'have you eaten anything'.

God, I just wanted to see her. To see this woman, and marry her, and have an excuse to be so obsessed with anything about her.

Madison was right, I faced situations more difficult than this every single day, and I wasn't nervous about getting married because this was the only thing I'd been so confident about. I wanted to do this.

When I heard the music start to play, I honestly didn't know what to feel, and as soon as I turned around to face the alley, I couldn't pick a particular emotion.

Mags had once again outdone herself. Everything about her was right out of a dream. The dress she was wearing was beautiful, hugged her chest perfectly, the layers of tulle hung from her waist down delicately, but the tail followed graciously behind her.

Her make up was so delicate and bold at the same time, those lips I had missed over these last few days were decorated with a dark violet tone, kind of maroon.

They curved into the biggest smile I had seen her while she walked towards me, being accompanied by her Uncle Patrick, who was her dad's brother and the closest one to being her dad.

Once she was standing in the step below were I was, I pulled my hand out to shake his, then got ahold of Mag's soft hand. I watched her step for her since she has heels and her dress had to be lifted up. When she moved her eyes over me I smiled at the way she looked surprised, placing a hand over my chest.

She gave me a look and muttered that I looked so good, and honestly I couldn't resist pulling her in for a kiss, holding her by the waist to my chest. Luckily, she turned to give me her cheek, and I still gladly kissed it.

She stood next to me, our hands still holding, and as we looked ahead to the priest who was going to marry us, her fingers slowly tangled with mine, and her thumb went up and down on my hand.

The priest did the whole "we're gathered here today" thing, but as soon as I had the chance I turned my head to look at her. She looked so radiant, so smug, so goddamn beautiful this woman.

It took a few seconds of shamelessly staring at her and not paying attention to the priest for Maggie to actually turn her head around and give me a scolding squeeze in the hand, motioning at me with her eyes to pay attention. She still had a smile on her face.

I did turn around to face the priest and listen to what he said about love and marriage, faithfulness, trust and all that.

The ring exchange couldn't come too fast for my liking, by the time he finished the short introduction and made us face eachother, Mag's other hand came to hold mine while we turned on our heels to stand face to face.

There was something about her, about her eyes, her smile, everything about her. She looked so radiant.

I knew the vows were coming up, and I felt an increasing knot in my stomach, fearing that something would go wrong.

"Do you both pledge to share your lives openly with one another, and to speak the truth in love? Do you promise to honor and tenderly care for one another, cherish and encourage each other, stand together, through sorrows and joys, hardships and triumphs for all the days of your lives?" The priest said, and I couldn't feel more attacked by those words, because I felt like they resembled me more than Mags. I hid a lot from her, and she hid a lot from me.

The look on her face made it all better, because she gave me a twist of her eyebrows as if 'you better start letting me in on stuff'.

"We do" we said in unison. She accepted me for me, flaws and all, and I accepted her in her beautiful self, flaws and all, as minimal as they were to me.

"Do you pledge to share your love and the joys of your marriage with all those around you, so that they may learn from your love and be encouraged to grow in their own lives?"

"We do" we said again in unison.

"May these rings be blessed as a symbol of your union. As often as either of you look upon these rings, may you not only be reminded of this moment, but also of the vows you have made and the strength of your commitment to each other."

Of course, Talia was our ring girl, and Ella had been our flower girl.

When the priest presented the rings, Talia walked from her mother's side and held up the pillow with the rings. Mags hadn't seen them, but of course, mine was a simple gold band, while hers was a little curved to frame her engagement ring. Maybe Mags would have wanted to go simple for the both of us, but I wanted her to show off.

I held her ring up to match her hand, and took a breath, looking up at her, and readying myself for the vows.

"Maggie. I promise to grow with you and build with you a better life each day as we learn from each other to be patient, kind, giving, and to always cherish each day together. Do you take me as your lawfully wedded husband?"

She had the biggest smile, because obviously I hadn't mentioned her what my vows would be about, we'd just agreed to keep it short.

She nodded before she even said "I do" as her hand squeezed mine. I matched the ring to her finger again and slowly slid it up, fixing it right above her engagement ring.

She immediately looked down at her hand, how those two rings decorated her hand.

She moved one of her hands to the other ring still left on top of the pillow, I saw her hand shake a little in nervousness, and I ran my thumb over the top of her hand, reassuring her that it was fine to be a little shaken up.

She moved her gorgeous green eyes to mine and gave me a smile once again.

"I'm gonna start crying" she whispered while she quickly cleared a year that fell from her eye, then squared her shoulders and took a deep breath, smiling again at me and reciting.

"Don, I love you without knowing how, or when or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know. Home is wherever you are. I love you not for what you are but what you are when I’m with you. Do you take me to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do" I said , smiling myself. Maggie slid the wedding band on my finger and held my hand, waiting for the next words from the officiant.

"Go now in peace and live in love, sharing the most precious gifts you have, the gifts of your lives united. And may your days be long on this earth. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Yes, that part was the one I was waiting for, because hadn't I missed those lips. I pulled her by the waist as her hands came to my neck and our lips joined, I felt her smile on top of mine as our guests applauded and cheered at us. The kiss ended too quick for my liking, I could kiss her forever.

We got off the the little altar, Maggie watching her step as I helped her down, and we both walked down the aisle whilst our friends and family clapped and cheered.

We walked down the side of the wedding venue where we were supposed to stay for a bit until the guests were led inside for the reception, meanwhile we had to make good out of the remaining sunlight for some pictures.

When we were out of sight we stopped, and looked at each other, Mags had a smile from ear to ear.

"Hi" she said, then unexpectedly jumped at me, I caught her and held her tight to my chest as her lips downed to mine in a kiss that was more like the one I was needing, the rough and needy. "Mm" she move her hands to my arms to make me put her down "my God let me look at you" she said excitedly, taking a step back and placing her hands on her waist. "You look delicious, you're like porn for women, that's what you are" she said, making me chuckle and extending my hand to hers, which she quickly took.

"Me? What about you?" I said giving her a little spin, her dress danced around her and moved delicately over her legs "you look flawless" I said, she gave me another smile and took the sides of her dress, moving it around.

"Do you like it? Look" she said hiding her hands on the sides "it has pockets"

I chuckled and took a step to her, pulling her by the waist and kissing her again.

"I like the back, it's like a rainbow with the pot of gold at the end" I moved my hand from her waist and gave her ass a firm grasp, making her spring up and chuckle, swatting my hand away and muttering to stop over my lips, kissing them again.

She sighed against them and placed her arms around my neck and shoulders, longingly kissing me.

She pulled back after a few seconds and placed her hands in my neck

"I've missed you" she said with a little voice, then smiled again "this lipstick is bomb, you've got nothing on you" she led her lips to mine again and kissed them.

The next 5 hours of my life happened in such a quick succession that it was almost as if I was looking at pictures of it as it happened. We did the little photo shot outside, then we walked into the venue we're again we were applauded and congratulated. This time we took a little more time to get to everyone who was coming to us to gave us their congratulations and good wishes. I remember Mags didn't eat a single piece of food during the actual dinner, but by the time we cut the cake she was more relaxed ate three pieces. I remember us in our first dance, slowly swaying and taking turns with everyone else at the party.

I remember my mom tearing up a little, she said she was happy she was happy for me, she loved Maggie with all of her heart, just like everyone.

I remember almost not speaking during the event, I was always abstracted in my own world just watching, watching Mags walk around, talk to people, laugh, smile, dance. She was the happiest I'd ever seen her, which meant that the whole ordeal had a big "mission accomplished" stamp on my part.

I remember reminiscing about her wedding vows, when I recalled her vows, the "Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know" part suddenly made my heart squeeze. She was the love of my life. I even blurted it out of nowhere.

"You're the love of my life" I said, she was sitting on my lap at the dawn of the party, with a half finished piece of cake on a plate, I'd caught her mid bite. She gave me a little tender look with a smirk

"Even after three pieces of cake?" She joked.

"Of course. Even after three kids and thirty years and three hundred grey hairs"

She knitted her eyebrows together and pouted at me

"Stop, you're gonna make me cry" she wined, leaning to me and giving me another kiss "I love you"

"I love you too princess" I kissed her cheek and watched her give me a sweet smile.

The party winded down very late, it was almost 5 am when we finally drove off the wedding venue and to our hotel, there had been a lot of gifts to be taken to the cars and later back home, by the time we reached the elevator of the hotel either of us could keep their eyes open, Mags had given up on the high heels ages ago. The weather had been nice up until 2 am, Mags had stolen my suit jacket, I don't think either of us had strength to take out clothes off before we passed out on the bed, I hadn't slept a wink the night before and had been up for at least 40 hours.

We both got a chuckle out of three girls that were obviously very inebriated and got into the elevator with us, giving us compliments and oh-ing at Mags in here wedding gown.

When we got to our room, she only had to unzip the side of her dress and let it fall to the sides, she didn't even bother to put on a pijama or something to sleep, and not that I minded, I loved the sight and feel of her body cuddling next to mine. I kissed her forehead goodnight and heard her mumble

"We can do the whole consumption of the marriage tomorrow"

Oh, and we did. After waking up at past lunch time the next day, we asked for room service and after Maggie spent half an hour taking off the clips of her hair, we had the entire day to ourselves, which basically was just sex with intermittent talking topics such as "how was my bachelor party, how was yours, thank God Uncle Pat didn't got drunk enough to attempt to debug the cake" I joked something along the lines of "it was the wedding of a federal agent, of course the cake was bugged" she gave me a laugh and whilst climbing on top of me, she kissed my lips again.

As if I didn't knew my girl already, I knew she would be craving some real food after being on a diet for months, she very gladly accepted my invitation for a not so romantic dinner at the local fast food place in Virginia.

She was happily stuffing her face with bacon a cheddar cheese french fries when my phone rang. I hesitantly picked it up and after a short exchange of words with AD Cooper, I gave her a little disappointed twist of my lips.

"Duty calls"

"I've had a blast today, you know, as our first day as a married couple" she said sweetly, reaching my hand over the table.

"I've had an amazing day too, considering I haven't seen you in almost four days, I missed everything about you" she smiled at took my hand, leaving a kiss on the back of it.

"You know, we still have the honeymoon, just say the word baby, I'll take you somewhere amazing" she grinned.

"Can't wait. I'll have to deal with this first" I said motioning at my pocket where my phone laid.

She sat back on the chair, signaling that she was finished eating.

"We'll just have to see where it takes us"

"Yeah, we'll see"

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rogermeddowstaylorr · 5 years

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New apartment - Does a best friend... (part 1)

Note: Hey there sweets! I’m happy to release a fiction written during aproximately... 2 months. It’s kind of my sweet baby, and i’m so nervous to release it! (hope it would not flop dkskdh) I have to thank a wonderful friend of mine, @rogerina-is-hotter-than-me for the correction and for reassuring me ! So i hope you will like it!

Plot: You are moving into your first apartment with Roger, your childhood best friend. The small party you’re doing that night would be cut short by someone you love...

warnings: language ? talking about sex ? but mostly... ANGST and FLUFF! (and sorry if i’ve fucked up the timeline jdbjbfzejfe)

Your feet were for the first time walking on the used wooden floor of your brand new apartment. It was exciting and frightening. On this day of October 1971, you were alone in an undiscovered world that was London. You felt a hand on your shoulder, and the intoxicating scent of someone you knew well.

“Inauguration, tonight, of the brand new place of Y/N and Roger!” Roger said that, trying to reproduce the voices of the advertising you saw once on your old TV. He was laughing a little, and then softly suggested “Come on bub, let's go in and open all those boxes.”

You two had known eachother since a long time. Actually, since you broke your guitar, playing in your garden. On this day of summer 63, you were wearing a little checkered yellow dress and your hair was tied in a ponytail, a pale yellow bow holding it. Roger was living in the house facing yours and was staring at you, leaning in his window. You knew his existence, but you never talked to each others. So, you were playing the guitar your parent just offered you, outside, when suddenly, guys bullying you from your school showed up. They annoyed you, taking your guitar off of your hands. You stood up, and, the bigger kid pushed you in the grass, while the other was shaking your guitar. Roger was seeing it from his window, reluctant at helping you. These guys were bullying him too because of his height. It's when your guitar was clearly cut in two part that he came. With his little voice, he saved you. “Hey you! Big head! Get away from her.” he said, bravely. The guys were laughing out loud, when, suddenly, Roger jumped on them and punched them with all his strength. One of them was already out, running far away. He was small, but damn he was punching those big monkeys, as you used to named them, with strength. It's when, five minutes after this event, he helped you to stand up, that you became friends.

You were exactly the same person, though, in a girl body: inseparable stubborn friends, defending yourselves, facing lovers or bully. All dedicated to the other, at every moment. You were testing all the first things with each other, smoking, drinking, for the first time, for example. But he was ahead, being the sexy drummer of his band and by shagging first. On your side it was more complicated, but he didn't knew that. Anyway, with him, it would be the first time you had your own house. Naturally you choose him as your flatmate.

You two had opened some “vital” boxes and put the record player first, to tidy everything with music. The afternoon was long and sweaty but your house was almost finished. Roger was on the phone, ordering Chinese food, and you were watching him, sat on the floor. With his long blonde hair, falling on his shoulders and his shirt half buttoned, he was breathtaking. The metallic noise of the telephone handset brought you out of your thoughts.

“Nice that Cheryl is coming for dinner!” he was totally smiling, crouching to sat down with you. His blue eyes were looking at you. Cheryl was your friend and you set him with her, hopping that he would not cheat on her. You knew Roger, the guy who was out with three girlfriends at the same time one day, but you wanted to believe that he could maintain a healthy relation for once. “Is Brian coming too?”

“I hope! I don't want to play gooseberry again, you're gross guys!” you laughed a little.

“That was not that bad, last time!” he pushed you gently and said “admit above all that you want your boyfriend for you to inaugurate this beautiful bedroom you just set, lovey.”

“Fuck you, Taylor!” you yelled, laughing and standing up, hearing some knock on the door. When you opened it was Cheryl, wearing a beautiful and almost nonexistent red velvet dress, so much it was short. You knew she was doing everything to please Roger, but it was a little bit afflicting sometimes.

“Hi sweetheart!” Cheryl said with her nasal voice. She then came closer to you and whispered “How am I? Do you think Roger is gonna like it?” you took a look at her and sigh, widening your eyes.

“Hell yeah, he's gonna love it.” you whispered back, sarcastically. You hated when she was doing that, asking you your opinion.

You closed the door after that and came next to them, falling in the sofa already present in the apartment when you two moved in. Roger was kissing Cheryl in some way you didn't knew him capable of. You were trying to get distracted, not looking at them. It was gross, seriously. By the way he put his hands over Cheryl thighs, yeah, he as loving this dress. A sudden knock helped you to go out of this awkward situation.

“Brian!” you smiled, hugging him. “Help me, they're eating themselves already.” you made a concerned facial expression trying to get a smile on that beautiful face of his.

“I’ve got you,” he laughed and handed you the Chinese food bags. “First, the delivery boy gave me this, and second, gonna distract them.” he put a chaste peck on your lips and smiled against your mouth, crouching a little to be your height. He came in the living-room, interrupting the make out session they decided to do now.

“You're gross guys, look, I can hold me when I'm seeing my beautiful girlfriend. Huh, Rog?” He gave you a wink, laughing a little.

“That's because she's not beautiful and hot, that's all.” Roger whispered, his fingertip on Cheryl nose.

“Bastard.” you sighed at Roger, feigning pain, and then patted Brian's shoulder. “You've done your best, hon.” you kissed his cheek and laughed.

You were opening the food boxes and putting it in some plates. You knew Brian was a vegetarian, so you put extra meat for Roger. You gave them their plates and sat in Brian's lap, beginning to eat. You were smiling, giving some of your noodles to your boyfriend. Roger was pouting, and you laughed at his face. The evening was animated by music talk and jokes. You and Roger were literally fighting for the guitarist's attention.

Back in the kitchen, you put the plates into your sink and felt Brian's hands on your waist. He was smiling, kissing your neck. Fortunately, Roger was not seeing you. You turned and let your nose brush softly against his. You knew what he wanted. You loved Brian but he wasn't the one. You were so afraid. Hearing laughs in the living room, you thought that you would have some time alone for you two. He took your leg, softly bringing it to his waist and put you up on the sink sides. You were kissing tenderly, a hand in his curly hair. You see a blonde mop coming in the kitchen, and a grin grew on his lips.

“Ew! That's gross guys!” he was talking with a calm smooth voice, hoping to reproduce Brian's voice. Brian turned to face him and smiled.

“You're not good at impersonating people.” Brian's soft voice was amused but at the same time a bit annoyed. You came down the sink and took a dish towel to throw at Roger.

“Mind your own affair, Blondie!” you yelled. Roger laughed, challenging you, the cloth in his hand. You suddenly began to run after him. You two were like child, and you were chasing each other in all the apartment, cursing out loud. Brian was sitting with Cheryl, smiling at the sight of Roger jumping on the central island of your kitchen. The blonde caught you, breathless, to stop you.

“Okay! White flag! I'm Switzerland, y'know” he was breathing heavily, holding you in his arms. You were running out of puff too, nodding. You put the cloth on his face and rested against the wall, looking at his blue eyes. “Fuckin' cigarettes!” he mumbled.

You were on your bed, trying to put off your shoes. Brian was in the bathroom and the sound of pouring water was muffling Cheryl stupid laughs. You were angry at the fact that you were the one who put these two together. It was not the best idea, really. You were not feeling Cheryl. You throw one shoes to the wall next to Roger's room. You heard the drummer groan and throw something against it too, answering you. You didn't realized that the water stopped, and that Brian was watching you, a grin on his face. He was only “wearing” a towel on his waist.

“Angry at Cheryl, huh?” he smiled. “She's not the smartest girl ever, it's true, but she's kind and seems to fit with Roger.” he sat on the bed and brush your arm. You pulled back a little at the sensation. He frowned but hold on. “If Roger do not cheat on her… That's good.” Realizing that Roger did not cheated since 11 months -almost a year- amazed you. It was fucking crazy for Roger, not looking for another girl. He should really love her. You remained silent and looked at your colourful socks.

Tooking a cigarette softly, you gave one to Brian. You lighted both cigarettes, end to end and a puff of smoke went up.

“Tell me the truth, Y/N...” he paused, looking at you in the eyes. You were afraid of the next thing he would say. “You don't want me to touch you?”. Fuck.

“No, it's not that Bri...” you were shaking a little. He was so comforting and nice to you. How could you tell him that he was not the “good” person for your first time? Maybe was he, after all? You were avoiding his eyes, when suddenly he understood. He let a sigh that he was not aware he was holding.

“You're a virgin.” he said, mumbling, lost in his thoughts.

“Thanks for making it so obvious.” you tried to joke. His hands brushed softly a lock of his hair out of his face. He seemed annoyed, far away in his mind.

“Why did Roger is talking about those guys you used to see?” a little bit of disgust was in his voice. He was annoyed but tried to stay calm, as usual.

“Come on, Brian… It was to shut Rog's big mouth and avoid all of his jokes. You do not believe all this bullshit, do you?” You said, beginning to be irritated. A long and quiet pause was set between you two. To add more awkward to the moment, you both heard Cheryl moan. You closed your eyes, sighing shakily. Brian stood up, and began to get his clothes.

“What are you doing, Brian?” you stood up too, concerned.

“ 'M leaving.” he mumbled. “I've understood. You're fucking Roger!” he accentuated his name, almost yelling. You were shocked, eyes wide. Seeing you not answering he yelled suddenly “Fuck, I’m right. YOU'RE FUCKIN' IN LOVE WITH HIM AND YOU'RE FUCKING HIM BEHIND MY BACK!” All the noises from the next room stopped. “That's why you hate Cheryl.” You tried to keep Brian in your room but he was too angry. He dressed up and leaved. You were in the corridor, paralyzed.

Time goes by, you were lost in your thoughts. It’s when a blonde mop came in, without a shirt, worried that you came back to reality. You were just crying a little bit, looking at the door Brian just crossed. Roger hugged you from behind.

“I'm gonna fix it…“ he whispered softly.

You didn't believed that the loss of Brian would affect you this much. Cheryl was not here anymore -it was too awkward for her- and Roger was concerned about you. You were sleeping in his bed, looking for company. What a better company than your childhood best friend? Roger was trying to distract you. Playing you music, composing with you, playing scrabble, reading you his favourite book On The Road. You remained sad and kept your day in bed. He didn't knew exactly what happened since you wouldn’t tell him.

Month went by. Roger was trying to fix all that, to get Brian back in your arms. In fact, Brian was seeing another girl, which Roger didn't knew the identity. It was a pretty weird situation. One night, Roger opened suddenly your bedroom door. It was late and he was drunk, coming in your bed.

“Okay bub. I've find what you need. Another guy to shag.” he was a little bit bouncing, and his voice was shaking. You raised on your elbows, sleepily, and brushed his cheek with your hand, to catch his attention.

“Why are you so drunk, Rog'?” you looked anxious, looking straight ahead in his blue eyes.

“Cheryl broke up with me...” he lowered his eyes and let a tear fell down. Oh no. The next second, he was crying in your arms. “She cheated on me…!” he mumbled on your skin. You were petting his hair, pained.

“Do you know the guy…?” you asked softly, while his face was in your neck.

“Freddie, the new front man, y'know, said that he saw the man.” he was shaking more. You tightened your hug, trying to cradle him in your arms, petting his back.

“Fuck…” you cursed, “He discovered Cheryl cheated on you...” your voice was soft trying to calm the blonde. “Do you know more about it…?”

“It was in our dressing room, after the show...” he pulled back from you, softly, tears on his cheeks. “And it was with Brian.” you looked at him, breathless. Dizziness took you by surprise and you had to put both hands on your bed to hold on and not fall.

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