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I love how all of the posts for this past week was Mike Dodds related. But what was the wedding like for Dodds x reader?

“Y/N. Can I talk to you? Privately”, William requested softly. You were finishing your hair and make up for the ceremony when he come to talk to you.

“Yeah. Sure.”

Turning your attention to him, you studied his face. Things had been a little tense between the two of you since he found out you were pregnant.

William offered his arm to you, surprisingly. You slipped your arm through his and he smiled. “I’ve been, well, as  Anne put it, a jackass. And she couldn’t be more right.” Your eyebrows shot up at his confession. “The only thing I could think of was what people would think instead of seeing how happy this baby and you have made Mike. I said some not nice things, and I want to apologize.”

Taking in a deep breath, you willed yourself not to cry. “Thank you. We are happy, very happy. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted for Michael.” 

 “Me too.” He kissed the top of your head.

Soft light filtered through the leaves as the sun started to set behind the trees. You and Mike had decided on a small ceremony in Central Park. Only 10 people in attendance, including you and Mike. You hadn’t seen Mike since this morning. Now, gazing down the walkway at him, you actually had butterflies. He was so handsome. Mike wore a navy shirt and pants, sleeves rolled up with a thin light blue and silver tie.
The smile on your face has to look ridiculous, but you couldn’t help it, you were over the moon happy. Tears welled in your eyes as your dad kissed your cheek before placing your hand in Mike’s. 

 Mike’s eyes were glassy, he whispered, “you absolutely stunning. And your dress, just, wow.” You had been fortunate to find a dress in such a short time, and Anne for doing the alterations. It was simple ¾ sleeve, off white, silk and form fitting. But what wasn’t at this stage in your pregnancy.
The officiant began speaking but all you could concentrate on was Mike’s beautiful face.

 When it was time for vows, Mike went first. His voice wavered a bit as he began but grew more confident as he spoke. “When I met you, I knew right away that you were the one for me. You are the finest, lovliest, tenderest and most beautiful person I know. In you I found my biggest fan and toughest critic. With you I know my heart is safe as is yours with mine. I promise to cherish you, be faithful to you and be by your side through all of life’s trials and tribulations. You make me happy in a way no one else ever has before. You will never know a day without love. I’m honored to love you and be loved by you.” Mike swiped at his eyes before placing the platinum band on your finger. 

“I can’t imagine what my life would be without you, and I hope I never have to. You are my today and all of my tomorrows. I promise to be faithful, supportive and cherish you. I will dream with you, build with you and encourage you. You always make me feel beautiful, loved and protected. Your heart is my home and your arms my shelter. My world begins and ends with you. Thank you for sharing this life with me and no matter how crazy this life may get, know one thing, I love you.” Mike held his hand out to you and you slipped the thick platinum band on his finger.

You and Mike locked eyes, both grinning like fools. “You may kiss the bride!” Mike pulled you closer to him and gave you a deep, passionate kiss. Everyone started clapping, your mom and Anne were dabbing at their eyes. Mike leaned down and placed a tender kiss to your belly. 

After the ceremony, a delicious dinner was held at The Pierre Hotel overlooking Central Park. As the evening wound down, you started saying good byes. You and Mike were going to have breakfast with your parents and brothers before they flew back to Ohio tomorrow. Yawning you gave Mike a sleepy smile. 

“One more thing before we go up to our room, Mrs. Dodds.” Mike held his hand out to you, “dance with me.”

“It would be my pleasure Mr. Dodds” taking his hand he helped you to your feet he started singing to you. (Mike is a phenomenal singer, obviously)

 “But I can’t help, falling in love with you.” He spun you around a couple times making you giggle. When he was done singing, he nuzzled your neck. “Ready to start our honeymoon, my love?” 

i have a hard core inappropriate crush on the 33 year old associate at my firm. he’s 9 years older and divorced lol. we have fun flirting tho – could you write something about the reader flirting with peter in the same situation? thanks!

“Good morning ,Y/N.” Peter flashed his mega watt smile straight to you. “You look ravishing today.”

“Thank you Mr. Stone. I know blue is your favorite color.” You smirked and brushed past him continuing to your office. When you turned to look back, he was watching you, so you put a little extra sway in your hips.

Smiling to yourself, you got settled in for the day. You enjoyed the little flirting game you had with Peter. It made work a little easier to deal with.

Glancing up at the clock, you realized you had worked through lunch. Sighing, you stood and stretched. Planning to grab something from the vending to hold you over to your date, you exited yor office, only to collide with Peter.

“Oh, Y/N. I am so sorry” Peter apologized. He steadied you and made sure you were ok.

“I’m fine. Really”, you reassured him. Just a little foggy from missing lunch. Gonna grab a snack.“

“You need a proper meal. Let me take you to dinner tonight”, Peter offered. “It’ll be my way of saying sorry.”

“Really. I’m fine. Besides I have a date this evening”, you informed him.

“Oh. Of course you do.” His cheeks flushed just a bit. “How could you not?”

“Well I couldn’t wait around for you to ask me out. Could I? And when you finally do-” you were stopped by Peter.

“I’m too late.” He grinned. “I get it.” 

Gazing up at him through your lashes, “Doesn’t mean I’d say no to a nightcap”, you countered and tapped his nose with your index finger.

 Peter gawked at you. “Uh, I, uh” he was so cute when he stammered. He was fun to fluster.

“Relax Peter. I was joking. See you in the morning.” And with a little grin, you sauntered down the hall.

Come here give me a kiss + hitman au

lesbiancarisi:

“Sweetheart,” Nick calls in a sing-song voice.

You set down your work to follow the sound to the kitchen where he said he’s working on dinner. It smells surprisingly good, to the point that even Sonny offered a begrudging complement not too long ago.

“Nicky,” you call back in a mockery of his tone.

“C’mere, gimme a kiss.”

Sonny looks up from his phone at that, eyes narrowed until you wave him off with a disinterested hand gesture. You drift into the kitchen and wrap your arms around Nick from behind like he likes to do to you, pressing a small affectionate kiss to the plane of his shoulder blade through the tight shirt you’re fairly certain he stole from Sonny.

“Anything else?”

“…I don’t know where you keep the olive oil.”

hey could you do a peter imagine where the reader and peter fight, and peter overreacts and then apologizes

//this probably isn’t what was requested but it need some peter fluff right now//

“I refuse to have this argument again, Peter”, you groaned and rolled your eyes. 

“Who’s arguing? I’m just making a statement. Plain and simple. It just doesn’t make sense. I have never understood why you like it so much”, he stated crossing his arms over his chest.

 “Why does everything have to make sense? Live a little, Petey”, you dared with a wink. “Besides it’s good. I don’t question your taste in bourbon or wine. If you like it then I at least try it…”

 Peter shook his head, “Me and Sonny had a discussion about this actually. He agrees with me. And he’s Italian so he would know.” He seemed proud that he had and “expert” on his side.

“Sonny eats goat cheese and sun-dried tomato on his pizza. I don’t exactly trust his experrise.” You grabbed the pizza box and set it on the coffee table.
He wrinkled  his nose up when you opened the box.
“Just try. Please? For me?” You pleaded, pouting your bottom lip.

 “Fine.” He huffed. “But only because you look so cute pouting like that.” Taking a piece of pizza, he folded it in half and took a sizeable bite. 

“So?”, you inquired, “do you like it?”

“Honestly, yes” he admitted much to yur surprise. “Pineapple does belong on pizza.”