joji miller imagines

mr and mrs

joji

it was the big day, the one day that y/n had been planning for her entire life, the wedding.

my stomach was a mess, my heart pounding and my hands sweating as i tried to tie this fucking tie.

"fuck" i groaned, collapsing onto the chair in the small church dressing room. my hands held my face as i tried to calm my breathing.

then max bust open the door, "it's starting soon, come on!" he groaned, and i stood up, and knees week, i followed max out of the small dressing room.

we walked through the halls, stained glass windows covering the church. dress shoes clicking with each step.

then i followed max up to the alter, and got into my place next to ian. he looked nervous, his fingers tapping onto his dress pants.

i felt like i was hyperventilating, i couldn't breathe, and i was trying to do everything in my power not to pass out at the alter.

"jesus, joji, you look more nervous than me," ian scoffed quietly, nudging my arm with his elbow.

i smiled softly, and mentally told myself to calm down. then the old women at the organ started to play. and everyone in all the pews stood up.

and the church doors opened. and there she was.

her white long dress hugged ever curve perfectly, her skin was glowing, and her lips carved into a permanent smile. she was so unbelievable beautiful.

i wonder if she would be this happy if i had just confessed.

her hair had been curled and done perfectly. a long, white veil flowed behind her head, illuminating her perfect face.

her father had her tucked in his arm, he was already crying. y/n told me she was nervous about wearing heels and having to walk down the aisle with them.

but she was a pro, walking confidently and with such grace it was unbelievable. she was perfect.
she looked at me for a quick second, then her eyes flicked back to ian.

i was snapped out of my reality when ian lifted up his hand to wipe away a falling tear that rolled down his cheek.

y/n smiled and her father unhooked his arm and went to sit next to her mother, who was also crying.

she walked up the steps, her dress flowed behind her as one hand bunched the it up so she could walk up the steps. her other hand clutching onto a bouquet.

kat, the maid of honour grabbed the bouquet from y/n, which they had practiced a million times. and y/n moved to stand infront of ian, her hands joining with his.

he was sniffling, but how could i blame him? he was marrying the most beautiful girl in the world. the love of his life, and mine.

i zoned out during their speeches, because i kept getting lost in her eyes, which sparkled like pools in the morning light.

ian's nephew ran up with the rings on a tiny velvet pillow, and ian slid the ring onto her finger, and she did the same with him.