She/Her | I love requests and don’t care if it isn’t one of my main interest for i love to explore new terrrains | I love Twin Peaks and especially Gordon Cole | I also love the Beatles & Homestuck and the smiths | I also enjoy other stuff, so don’t be shy
Was debating what last aroace themed doodle to make for pride month and then remembered this one movie about befriending a rock in space which seems to be very aroace themed
Note : Ah thank you so much for that req. ! I hope I could do your idea justice ;-)
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All My Tomorrows with You
The morning sunlight spilled through the lace curtains, catching dust motes and painting the room gold. I could hear the faint hum of a piano from downstairs, Ringo’s soft fingers testing notes, his way of staying calm when excitement threatened to bubble over. I smiled, smoothing the folds of my dress, and whispered, “You are ridiculous.”
“Maybe,” his voice came through the door, warm and playful, “but I like being ridiculous with you.”
I laughed softly, pressing my hand to my chest. The sound of him, even just his voice, made the butterflies in my stomach take flight. Today was our wedding day, and yet all the nerves and anticipation were mingled with a calm certainty I had never known before.
Downstairs, the house smelled of fresh flowers and coffee. Ringo appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed in his suit with his tie slightly loosened and his hair just a little mussed, the look I had always loved. His eyes found mine immediately, a bright sparkle dancing in the green of them. “Ready to do this?” he asked.
I nodded, my lips curving into a grin. “As ready as I will ever be.”
When we arrived at the small chapel, the sunlight filtered through the stained glass in slivers of color across the wooden pews. Guests whispered quietly, the soft shuffling of feet blending with the faint rustle of the organ. I felt Ringo’s hand find mine as we walked down the aisle, his touch steady and grounding.
“You look incredible,” he murmured in my ear, just low enough that no one else could hear.
“You always make me nervous with your words,” I teased, though my heart pounded for him, for us.
The ceremony passed in a blur of vows, rings, and quiet laughter. When it came time to exchange promises, Ringo’s voice wavered slightly, not from fear, but from a tenderness that nearly brought tears to my eyes. “I promise to love you in every beat of every drum, in every quiet moment we share, in every tomorrow we wake up to,” he said, his hands covering mine.
I squeezed his hands, feeling the warmth of his words, the sincerity of his gaze. “And I promise to be your harmony, your laughter, your home,” I whispered, letting my voice carry every ounce of my love for him.
When the officiant pronounced us husband and wife, I could barely breathe from the happiness, from the intensity of it. Ringo leaned in to kiss me, slow and deliberate, like he had been waiting a lifetime for this single moment. I melted into him, feeling every heartbeat, every breath, every promise we had just made.
Later, at the reception, we laughed through toasts and danced to our favorite songs. His hand never left mine. I caught him looking at me across the room, eyes soft, almost shy, and I felt the same flutter of butterflies I had felt all morning.
Finally, when the last guests had departed and the moon hung low over the quiet night, we stood on the balcony, wrapped in each other’s arms. “We did it,” he whispered.
“We did,” I said, resting my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “Forever starts now.”
“Forever,” he echoed, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face.
In that moment, with the world hushed around us, I knew I had found everything I had ever wanted: love, laughter, and the quiet certainty that no matter what came next, we would face it together.
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