◇Amore Mio◇ Fugo x Reader

◇2. New Beginnings◇

I'm on my period grr

Anyways sorry for slow updates life sucks rn and idk I have zero motivation BUT FUGOOOO

also I made the dress reader wears for the wedding a bit free for interpretation since last time people weren't too happy that I described it in detail when most ppl didn't like that type of dress. SO I HOPE THIS IS BETTER!!

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It was the day of the wedding!

Everyone was getting ready. Trish and I were helping each other get into our dresses so we could help the two grooms. She had a dark-pink, skintight dress that reached the floor. It had a slit up to the middle of her thigh, and no straps to keep it up. It would be a miracle if it actually stayed up to be honest.

I decided to wear my favorite dress, in my favorite color. Since it was more of a formal dress code, it reached the floor just like Trish's did.

I was excited. I'd be watching two of my closest friends get married. Yet, something else bothered me. It ate of my brain, my thoughts. Fugo and I hadn't talked since yesterday. We slept in separate rooms, as well. Of course, we did that sometimes depending on the circumstances, since we had a room each.

Though, he had also left before I woke up this morning.

"Trish?" I was helping her zip up her dress, carefully as if I was afraid it'd break.

"Hm?"

"Do you think Fugo is... Mad at me?" I zipped it up properly, and she turned around to face me.

"Mad at you? Well, does he have a reason to be?" She asked, and I turned around so she could help me out as well. This whole situation gave me a sense of déjà vu.

"Not that I know of... I know it started after I nearly fell yesterday, but I can't figure out why he'd be mad?" Trish zipped up my dress entirely, and I turned towards her. We were all done to leave, but we stayed in her room for just a bit longer.

"I see." She said, and a smile appeared on her lips. "Y/N, I think I know what's up with Fugo."

"You do?"

"Yeah." She giggled. "I mean, I can't be sure, but what if all this wedding planning is... Pressuring him?"

"Pressuring him how?"

"Come on, Y/N! Don't you think it's making him feel like he should ask for your hand in marriage?" She asked, and I nearly stumbled backwards.

"M- My hand in marriage?! Fugo?!" My entire body felt warmer, and my heart was practically beating out of my chest.

"Don't you want that?" The smile got wiped off of her face, and she turned to me in worry instead.

"I- It's not that! I- I just... I haven't thought of that... You know, marrying Fugo!" She giggled again, embracing me in a tight hug.

"I'm not saying he will propose, I'm just saying he might be considering it. You know, some day." Her words calmed me down a bit.

"I understand, I just... I do want to marry him, of course. It's just that it brings a whole lot of things to the table. Like, being married to Fugo, what would that be like? Would I be good enough? Or even worse, what if he doesn't want to marry me at all! Oh my god, Trish, what if he's planning to break up?!"

"Girl." She pushed me away from her, steadily holding me in front of her as she spoke. "Don't you dare overthink this. You two love each other. Got it?"