Word count: 13.6k
Pairing: Sam x Female Reader
Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Smoking, Angst, Bickering. Smut: Kissing, Groping, Oral F!Receiving, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex. Fluff.
HER POV
"And you're sure there isn't anyone else I could walk with? Are you sure that Katherine doesn't want to be your maid of honor?" you asked, pulling on Emma's arm.
You knew the answer to the question before it ever left your lips. There was no way out of this, but you had to at least try. Right?
"Quit being a baby Y/N... And no! You two are so annoying, it has been years!" she quipped, sluffing you off of her arm.
"Fine, but I'm not happy about it." you said, huffing into the air.
"Who did you think Ben was going to ask? That's his best damn friend, Y/N! You knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be my maid of honor." she said, squinting her eyes as she pulled the hair straightener down the length of her hair.
"I don't know...isn't he like super famous now or something? Maybe I convinced myself that he wasn't going to be able to make it. He would be busy or something." you said, swiping the blush onto your cheeks.
"So you have been keeping tabs on him..." she grins.
"No!" you shouted, "It's fucking everywhere Emma! Their stupid little band was the only exciting thing to ever happen in this town, so their every move is like national news... and I don't even live here anymore!"
"I can agree with you on that, but are you telling me that you seriously don't just...look to see what they are up to sometimes? You guys were...best friends, Y/N?" she asks, running a brush through her hair.
"No. I only see photos of them as I scroll instagram every now and then, and I never even stop to look too closely. I saw enough of them in highschool." you huffed again.
"God Y/N, when was the last time you even saw Sam? Or talked to him? He has probably changed a lot since whenever that was." she says.
"I don't know, like a year or two ago at that charity thing?" you ask.
"Oh my god Y/N! That was forever ago!" she screeches. "He has...changed since then. You'll see."
As your eyes met hers in the mirror you crossed your arms over your chest, "Sam Kiszka will never change."
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You stepped out of your silver rental car, your heels clicking against the pavement as you made your way up the small set of stairs to the church entrance. You'd been to this church a thousand times, your parents dragging you here each Sunday, but not without a fight.
As you stepped inside you could hear the echo of the male voices crowded around the altar. The girls surrounding you chattered about the decor as you scoped out the familiar space, having not seen it in a number of years. It was exactly like you remember, mothball smell and all.
"Alright, let's go grab the guys and then we can line up and practice the procession." the wedding coordinator smiled.
You took a deep breath, smoothing out your gray silk dress as you stepped through the doors into the expansive cathedral. The group made its way to the front of the church, Ben rushing over to Emma to greet her with a giddy smile.
