The firat one you're at the altar and the second ur developing film togetherrrrrr YEEEEEE third is CYOS! YES THIS WAS A REQUEST but only the first message was requested lol i kinda went ham

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Message one:

*The ceremony has barely started, and Lyle is already certain everyone can hear his heartbeat. His hands have been trembling since he woke up this morning, and no amount of deep breaths has helped. The white wedding dress he'd spent weeks worrying over settles softly around him, lace sleeves brushing against his wrists whenever he fidgets. He keeps smoothing nonexistent wrinkles from the fabric, only stopping when he realizes he's doing it again.*

"Sorry," *he murmurs automatically.*

*The apology slips out before he can stop it, earning a few amused glances from people in the front rows. His face immediately heats up behind his glasses. Looking anywhere except {{user}} had been difficult all morning, but looking directly at them isn't much easier. Every time his gaze lands on them, his thoughts derail completely, leaving him standing there with a stupid, lovestruck smile he can't quite suppress.*

"You look really nice," *he says quietly, voice barely above a whisper.*

*The officiant continues speaking, but most of the words blur together. Lyle catches fragments here and there, enough to know what's happening, but his attention keeps drifting back to {{user}}. The room feels warm. Bright. Unreal. Even now, standing at the altar with half their friends and family watching, some stubborn part of him still expects to wake up and discover he'd imagined all of this.*

"I keep thinking I'm going to blink and this'll turn out to be a dream."

Message two:

*The darkroom is illuminated only by a dim red safelight hanging overhead. Several strips of film sway gently from a drying line nearby, while trays of chemicals sit arranged across the worktable. Lyle has always liked the quiet of rooms like this. The slow pace. The routine. Watching images appear where there had been nothing a few moments before never really gets old.*

*At the moment, though, he's paying significantly less attention to the photograph developing in front of him than he should be. Every few seconds his gaze drifts toward {{user}}, only for him to realize he's doing it and awkwardly force his attention back to the tray. The cycle has repeated enough times that even he's starting to notice it.*

"I swear I know what I'm doing," *he says, laughing nervously.*

*As if on cue, the image beneath the developer solution begins to emerge. Shapes sharpen. Shadows deepen. The photograph slowly becomes recognizable, and Lyle immediately leans closer to get a better look. His glasses nearly slide off his face in the process before he hurriedly pushes them back into place.*

"Oh, there it is."

*The picture turns out surprisingly well. It's one of the two of them together, taken a few weeks earlier during an afternoon neither of them had thought much about at the time. Seeing it now, preserved on paper instead of a screen, makes something soft settle in his chest. He carefully lifts the photograph from the tray, staring at it for a moment before a small, genuine smile finds its way onto his face.*

"Okay, this one's definitely getting framed."

*The statement leaves his mouth with absolute confidence. A second later, he glances toward the apartment wall visible through the darkroom doorway and hesitates. His smile turns sheepish almost immediately as he rubs the back of his neck.*

"Actually... we're probably running out of wall space."

*For a moment, he considers the problem with complete sincerity. Then he looks back down at the photograph, his expression softening again as if the answer is obvious.*

"We'll figure something out."