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Summary: After years of only being the bridesmaid and never the special bride, will you ever find hope in love again?
WC: 1.1K
Warnings: very little angst, fluff,Friends to Lovers <3
Request: I'd like to request Nick Fowler with a forever bridesmaid, if that's okay. -Zombie @thezombieprostitute
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You’d been to seven different weddings this year alone. Well, not alone, Nick was always by your side. Because of course he was. He was your best friend and your friends and family had known that since forever.
Satin dresses, high heels of different colors. Bouquets of flowers that have gone to rot sitting on your window sill of your kitchen. You didn’t mean to feel jealous. You were happy for your friends finding love. You were always happy to be a big part of their lives.
But when would it be your turn to shine? You’ve been single for years. Your last relationship had ended messier than you had hoped and you had swore of dating for good until the right man came along.Â
You had vented your frustrations and jealousy to Nick countless times.
And he always listened. He always spent his weekends with you to cheer you up after you had come home from those weddings, every time. He never once judged you. He always tucked you under his arm and fell asleep with you on your couch.
He’d often wake up hours before you and prepare breakfast. He’d always be dressed the same after the weddings too; shirt half tucked in, unbuttoned messily, hair frazzled from running his hands through it.
He never complained. He was always so cheerful in the morning. Which you always appreciated. He never tried forcing you to 'find the right man.' Never had he tried forcing you to get married to some random man. He never rushed you either.
"You'll find someone someday," your friends often told you when you voiced your sadness.
But Nick wasn't like that. He never spoke of finding someone else. Hell, you couldn't ever remember him having a serious relationship, either. Sure, he'd bring a few flings home occasionally. But never when you were home. And the women never stayed over night either.
He respected your space. And he respected you most of all.
And somewhere, in the quiet moments of mornings together, while he stirred scrambled eggs and hummed along to a song only he knew, you realized that maybe… maybe you were starting to wonder if the right person wasn’t out there somewhere, waiting for you. Maybe, just maybe, he was already here.
A month later, you found yourself once again slipping into a satin dress, the familiar weight of high heels on your feet, and Nick right there beside you. You’d lost count of how many weddings this year had included him but somehow, the presence of his hand brushing against yours felt heavier tonight. More noticeable.
“You okay?” he asked as he adjusted his tie, his hair messily perfect as always. He smirked just a little, like he knew the thoughts running through your head before you even said them.
You shrugged, trying to smile. “Yeah. Excited for Sarah and Mike. They’re… really cute together.”
“And you’re cute,” he said, casually, as if it were just another observation about the weather.
Your stomach did a little flip. You looked away, cheeks warming. “Thanks,” you muttered, hoping your voice sounded steady.
The ceremony itself was a blur — smiles, vows, champagne, the gentle rustle of your dress as you stood by your friend’s side. But all evening, Nick lingered just a little too close. Not in a way that made you uncomfortable, but in that quiet, protective way he always did. Like he was right where he needed to be: beside you. Watching you.
Later, when the music softened and everyone shifted to the dance floor, he held out his hand without a word. You took it instinctively, letting him lead you to the center of the room.
“You always get the slow dances,” he teased lightly, his eyes sparkling in the low light.
“And you always get to be my partner,” you shot back, half-laughing, half-nervous.
He shrugged, but there was a softness in his gaze that caught you off guard. “I like being here with you,” he admitted quietly.
You froze for a moment, the world around you fading until it was just the two of you in a bubble of soft music and flickering fairy lights.
“You… always say that,” you whispered. “But it’s never… like this.”
He leaned just a little closer, so your shoulders brushed, your hands still entwined. “Maybe because it’s never been just like this before,” he murmured.
And for the first time, you wondered — really wondered — if the reason you’d always been the “forever bridesmaid” wasn’t about bad luck or timing at all. Maybe it had just been waiting for the right person to notice you.
The music slowed even further, leaving just a soft melody in the background. Around you, couples swayed, but you and Nick hardly noticed anyone else. Your hands were still entwined, the warmth of his fingers pressed against yours, sending tiny jolts through your chest every time he tightened his grip just slightly.
“I’ve always… liked this,” he repeated, softer this time, almost like he needed to hear it as much as you needed to. “Being with you. More than friends.”
Your heart skipped. You couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t stop the way your lips parted slightly as if preparing for something you’d never let yourself hope for.
He tilted his head, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. The motion was slow, deliberate, intimate. His gaze held yours with a kind of intensity that made the world shrink down to just the two of you.
Before you could even think, he leaned closer. Your breath caught. His eyes flicked to your lips for a moment — almost asking permission — and then he closed the distance.
The first touch of his lips was gentle. Testing. Uncertain. But it was enough to make your knees weaken, to make your hands curl around his shirt, pulling him closer without realizing it.
He lingered there, soft, warm, careful. And when you leaned into him, the kiss deepened just a little, a quiet, slow acknowledgement of everything that had been simmering between you for years.
You pulled back slightly, just enough to breathe, resting your forehead against his. Your pulse was wild, your chest tight. “Nick…” you whispered.
He pressed another soft kiss to your temple. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he admitted, his voice low and rough with emotion.
Your heart swelled. You didn’t know what the future held, and maybe you didn’t need to yet. Right now, this moment — him, you, the gentle sway of the music around you — was enough.
And for the first time in years, you felt like maybe being a bridesmaid wasn’t about waiting for someone else’s love story. Maybe it was about finding the one you’d been standing beside all along.
Nick smiled, brushing his nose lightly against yours. “You’re mine, you know,” he murmured, teasing but utterly sincere.
You laughed softly, feeling a thrill of joy that had nothing to do with weddings and everything to do with him. “Finally,” you whispered.
updated June 14 2026. Going through some of the lists sporadically and placing dialogue prompts in their respective sections. My focus this time around is enemies/lovers prompts.
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I've had a reading block for a couple years now since my huge injury. I'm starting to get back into it lately. Last year I read 8 books, this year so far I completed 4 :)
If you could have any exotic animal as a house pet, what would you chose?
Oh this is such a hard question
Because like, so many, but also I know that none of them should be house pets!!!
So like. Hypothetically. In another universe probably. But I'd say racoon. They seem to be extremely intelligent animals. I've never seen one IRL and they don't live where I've lived so far in my life so to me it's exotic, fight me 🤣🤣
I've had a reading block for a couple years now since my huge injury. I'm starting to get back into it lately. Last year I read 8 books, this year so far I completed 4 :)
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If you could have any exotic animal as a house pet, what would you chose?
Oh this is such a hard question
Because like, so many, but also I know that none of them should be house pets!!!
So like. Hypothetically. In another universe probably. But I'd say racoon. They seem to be extremely intelligent animals. I've never seen one IRL and they don't live where I've lived so far in my life so to me it's exotic, fight me 🤣🤣
my doctor prescribed me Zepbound last week. I take my second dosage tomorrow. havent had any major side effects... except the food noise is SILENT.'
i havent been thinking about food at ALL this week. it's so strange, considering im always snacking or eating food. but i've had ENOUGH of being fat and not being able to walk around my street.
i want to be fit, and I want to be able to breathe, I dont want to be in pain anymore. I'm able to sit and stand for long periods of time, i've noticed. I don't want to buy shoes every other month because my feet and weight are flattening my insoles so quickly.
Starting this journey, i am currently 232.2 pounds. (as of October 17, 2024.)
I took my first dose this past Thursday and the appetite suppression was immediate for the first two or so days. The “food noise” in my head is GONE. I’ve had a couple headaches and some gas/burps/acid reflux.
I don’t see any changes yet (not surprising, honestly.)
Precovid I weighed 165 pounds. But a LOT of traumatic and emotional things have happened to me around 2018-2019 and I gained ALOT of weight up until this year.
I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been. I’m a severely emotional eater and my hubs knows this. But almost within the hour of me taking my first dose, the food noise in my brain stopped. I don’t travel to my kitchen for snacks every half hour. I don’t find myself thinking of food nearly as often as I did this time last week.
Besides the acid reflux and constipation, I don’t have major symptoms yet.
Pre Covid I weighed around 165. I’m now 245. I’ve gained almost 100 pounds from 2019 to now. I know the weight isn’t as severe as a lot of other folks on here. But I was a SMALL child/teen/young adult. Before 2018, my heaviest was 140.
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currently a hiatus. off from work until the 21st when summer school starts for the students & then i work every other week.
i've been wanting to return to tumblr but this place distresses me so bad. nobody talks, nobody interacts. so im just most likely not returning from hiatus. i have posst that shwo where y'all can find me.
my mental health has been up and down for several months and im just over it.
i have absolutely no desire to return to this hellhole, or writing as of this current moment.
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If you could have any exotic animal as a house pet, what would you chose?
Oh this is such a hard question
Because like, so many, but also I know that none of them should be house pets!!!
So like. Hypothetically. In another universe probably. But I'd say racoon. They seem to be extremely intelligent animals. I've never seen one IRL and they don't live where I've lived so far in my life so to me it's exotic, fight me 🤣🤣
