(whiskey fights)
I yell because I care. I argue because I give a fuck. One day I'll be silent, that's when your ass should begin to worry
Tony POV
"You may now kiss your husbands." The preacher says.
Mike and I lean in and our lips meet, our family and friends cheer as our lips moved in sync. It was our day. The day when me and Mike make a promise to each other, and it just like I dreamed it would be.
We pull away and turn to face our loved ones, they were all cheering. Mike had Vic as his best man, Jaime was mines. Jaime was the one yelling the loudest. Yelling out sexual remarks, and just random stuff in general.
Once the ceremony was done, we headed to the after party. Me and mike had our own car to get to the venue. Our driver was oblivious to what was happening in his back seats.
"I love you so much Tony." Mike said, he warped his arms around my waist.
I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you too. So so much."
Our lips meet, locking with each other perfectly. We were in love. We were happy.
But little did I know,
Good things only last for so long..
Shout out to iamcatastrophic for making the book cover for me!
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Whiskey Fights (Perrentes)
FanfictionMike is a drunk, always going to bars, drinking the night away. Tony is always home. Waiting for his lover to come home safe and sound. ((This was inspired by the book Whiskey, Words, and a Shovel by R.H Sin.)) TRIGGER WARNING: ALCOHOL ABUSE, ABUS...
