IM BACKKKKK!!!!! So sorry it took so long. Time is a finicky beeotch these days. Without further ado—
Not my gif. Sorry may be kinda short but more parts to come.
“Dylan! I’m home!” Y/N shouted as she walked through the front door. She was with her mom and aunts in preparation for her and Dylan’s upcoming wedding.
“Hey, how’d it go?” Dylan padded through the living room, leaving a smooch on your cheek as he walked by.
“Ugh! It’s too much. Too many aunts. Too many traditions. Too many invitee’s.” You went on. It’s not that you didn’t love your family. Its just that they were loud, in everyone’s business, and they wanted the wedding their way. Y/N already broke tradition by living with Dylan before marriage. The traditions are so old school but that’s the way your family is. One aunt wanted you to wear this family heirloom whole another wanted to take you shopping. Your mom just wanted you to be happy but insisted on certain centerpieces. It’s turning out to be a family party instead of your and Dylan’s wedding.
“Does your mom still insist on the centerpieces?” Dylan asked. He wasn’t a fan of them but didn’t want to disappoint his mother in law.
“Oh, absolutely. Aunt Beth wants me to wear the heirloom still.”
“The one with the long sleeves and high neck with no skin showing at all?”
“That’s the one. And aunt Marge wants to take me shopping for a wedding dress but I can only get a certain style.”
“Hmm. Or you could just come naked,” he stated in a deep voice that only meant one thing. He nuzzled your neck and peppered kisses along your collarbone.
“Dylan, would you stop? I’m having a existential crisis,” you laughed. His beard was tickling you.
“Hey. I could let your aunt know that I actually like the heirloom and she would and you wear it.”
Y/N stood in shock, mouth agape, “you wouldn’t dare.”
“I would,too.” He quipped. You knew he was only teasing but you could envision yourself with no skin showing on your summer day wedding and being absolutely drenched in sweat.
Later on— 2 weeks before the wedding
“Mom, I don’t know. Aunt Marge bought this dress, and while it’s not like the heirloom, I feel like I will suffocate in it.”
“Well, honey, you know the tradition. Not to much skin and aunt Marge said it’s absolutely gorgeous. Plus the alterations are pretty much done. Sweetheart, everyone will see a stunning bride,” Y/N’s mom stated. Y/N knew she was done talking about it.
“Thanks mom, you know—“ she was cut off by her mother screaming at her father at the family grocery store. The grocery store has been in the family for generations and Y/N worked there part time.
“cosa diavolo stai facendo?!” Her mother shouted. Italian for what the hell are you doing, Y/N was sure her father was climbing the shelves trying to stock them.
“mamma stai ascoltando?” Y/N asked, Italian for mom are you listening as she knew that her mom has long forgotten about their phone call.
“That was sexy,” Dylan overheard your Italian. Y/N didn’t speak it often unless she was talking with family as sometimes they would forget their English and Italian was easier for them. Being bi-lingual, it was sometimes hard to keep up with both languages especially if Dylan was around. He was Italian and knows Italian, but he didn’t practice enough. Y/N waived him off as she was attempted to get her mothers attention again.
“ti richiamerò,” and she hung up.
“Ugh, of course,” putting the phone down on the counter.
“I could hear her all the at over here,” Dylan motioned as he was on the couch, “is she calling you back later?”
“Yeah, dad was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be.”
“You speaking Italian is such a turn on babe.”
“Maybe if you practiced more we could do our vows in Italian,” you spat.
“Hey— what does that mean? conosco l'italiano,” Dylan said.
“You barely know Italian,” you stated, “ I’m sorry babe. I’m just frustrated.”
“What if we eloped?” He stated.
“Eloped? You want me to be murdered by my traditional loving family?” Y/N asked incredulously. If they found out, they would most definitely start shouting.
“amore mio,” Dylan stated, “ I love you so much. If this is causing so much stress, we can just elope and then pretend to get married on our wedding day.”
Y/N pondered the thought. It would be so much easier to elope and pretend but being dishonest would kill you on the inside. The phone rang before you could answer Dylan. Swiping the answer button you immediately heard your aunt Marge screaming.
“Y/N? It’s your aunt Marge,” she shouted.
“Hi, aunt Marge, I know, I have called ID.”
“Well, darling, I wanted to say I have your dress. Just picked it up from the alterations. You need to come try it on asap.” Y/N could tell she was driving. The horns honking at her horrible driving could only mean that she is narrowly missing other cars or people.
“These people out here don’t know how to drive,” she stated.
“Well, you know how it is.”
“When do you want to come over to try it?” She shouted again.
“Damn, I can hear her,” Dylan whispered. He was thanking his lucky stars his family wasn’t like yours. While he loved them, sometimes they are way to over the top.
Putting a hand over the speaker y/n cussed out Dylan in the most loving way.
“I’ll come over this weekend.”
“Perfect! See you then.” And she hung up.
“Does your family say goodbye or just hang up on you?”
“Have you thought about what I said?” He asked.
“Yes I have. Maybe we should?”
Dylan sat up on the couch a little bit more, “you want to? Right now?”
“Right now? Like at the courthouse?”
It was a thought but not one Y/N thought she wanted. Eloping was one thing the courthouse was another. People would find out in this town and then her family would get wind.
“No, silly. Cmon, I’ll pull some strings and we will be back by morning,” he stated, taking his phone out of his pocket. Being a movie star had its perks you supposed. Especially with him getting more roles he had some money. Not enough to quit working but enough to love comfortably. Y/N couldn’t help but be at ease for once about this wedding.
Three hours, a white dress, a tuxedo, and a plane ride later both stood at the little chapel in Las Vegas. Y/N just stood there in her dress, looking at the handsome Dylan in awe. She couldn’t believe she was going to elope with Mr. O’Brien.
“Are we going to go in?” Dylan asked with hesitation, he felt her nervousness.
“I don’t know,” Y/N breathed, “what if someone finds out?”
“Baby, no one will find out. I love you.”
“If you promise, then we can do it.”
“I promise, no one will know but us,” he affirmed giving a soft kiss on the lips. His were warm and soft, like pillows.
A smile played on Y/Ns lips as she stood there, thinking about what she was about to do. What they were about to do. They held hands and walked inside the little chapel.
Part 2?? Lemme know what yall think
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