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hahafixon · 9 months

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A Fake Wedding ~ *Jung Wooyoung*

Summary: The bride and groom are nowhere to be found, however you have to do this rehearsal! Who better to fill in than the Maid of Honor and Best Man?

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 1050

Warning: Use of the word Maid of Honor for the reader. I also got a little carried away...

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Taglist: @foxwinter @imagine-a-life-like-this @mxnsxngie @maeleelee @kpop-will-kill-me

You were thoroughly freaking out. Your best friend wasn’t here at her rehearsal dinner for her wedding. According to a vague text to the bridesmaid group chat, she and her husband-to-be, Yeosang, were in Las Vegas and would hopefully be back for the actual wedding the day after tomorrow. But the officiant wasn’t about to postpone the rehearsal.

It had to happen today, whether the couple was here or not.

“You should fill in.” One of your other friends said. “You’re the maid of honor. And the best man should be the groom.”

“I don’t know.” You mumbled, biting your nail. This was crazy! But so many people were here and you knew at least the bridesmaids were desperate for dinner.

“Just do it already! I’ve already texted the best man and he said he’s in.”

“Oh my God!” You groaned before sighing. “Fine, let’s do this.”

Your friend stopped you from leaving the hotel room. “Oh, no, no, no. You’re not going out like that. This may be a rehearsal, but it has to be a good rehearsal. Let me fix all of this.”

As you let her fret over your appearance, you tried not to completely lose it. Wooyoung was the best man and he was your longtime boyfriend. You didn’t talk to him about wanting to marry him, but this would feel all too real. You weren’t sure you could do this.

“Alright, let’s do this thing!” Your friend cheered as she marched you through the hotel to the ballroom. She had you change into a white outfit, which you knew was her way of trying to get the idea of marriage into Wooyoung’s head. She was determined to score all the bridesmaid dates by the end of the wedding weekend and she was colluding with the bride to get you that ring by spring as they say.

Right before you entered the ballroom, you noticed the other six groomsmen standing around. As soon as San saw you, he gave a low whistle.

“Aren’t you just a vision?” He grinned. “Wooyoung is so lucky.”

“Of course you would say that.” Your friend rolled her eyes before placing her elbow on his shoulder. “Is everyone ready to do this thing?”

“Yep, just waiting on you guys.” He said as everyone paired up. “Wooyoung wants us to play maid of honor and best man.”

“Works for me.” She shot you a wink. “See you out there.”

And so began the rehearsal. You watched the six of them walk down the aisle as you fiddle with the makeshift bouquet in your hand. This was crazy, absolutely mad, but it was too late now. It was your turn down the aisle.

So you walked, your breath catching in your throat. Wooyoung was standing there in a simple white top and pants. And yet he looked ethereal, almost like an angel. And if you didn’t think about it, it almost felt like you actually were getting married to him.

As soon as you reached him, he took your hand. He leaned in and whispered, “You look extraordinary today.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You shot back with a teasing wink.

The officiant gave a vague description of how the ceremony was going to go and to make certain the walk down the aisle was correct. You made sure to memorize everything so you could tell the bride when she got back from her little impromptu vacation. However, you also noticed that Wooyoung was hardly paying attention. So you made sure to also have tips to pass on to Yeosnag when he came back as well.

When the rehearsal was finally over and you thanked the officiant, you slumped into one of the chairs. Your bridesmaid friend smiled as she sidled up next to you, San by her side.

“So, how did it go?”

“What do you mean?”

She nudged you playfully. “Did he pop the question?”

Your jaw dropped. “That’s so inappropriate, you know! This is someone else’s wedding! I am not getting engaged during our friend’s wedding weekend! And if Wooyoung knew me at all, he wouldn’t even dream of trying it!”

San held up his hands. “Alright, alright, relax! It was just a joke. But you have to admit, it did feel nice to feel like a bride, even for a brief moment, right?”

Shrugging, you looked away. “Even if it did, it’s not about me. Look, thanks for trying, but this isn’t the weekend to convince him to think about marriage, alright?”

Your friend wrapped her arm around your shoulder and squeezed. “Alright, we’ll stop meddling. But maybe, you know, you could still talk about it. Who knows. He might surprise you.”

Taking San’s hand, the two of them left for dinner. You stayed there for a little while longer, pondering over her words. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear Wooyoung take the seat that was previously occupied by your friend. You jolted a little in your seat when he knocked his shoulder with yours.

“I just wanted to let you know that no one in this wedding party has been discreet about trying to get me to ask you to marry you.” He explained softly, not looking you in the eye.

“Is that so?”

He nodded. “It all started when Hongjoong and Seonghwa got completely hammered after the bachelor party and tried to offer me big brother advice. And they haven’t stopped.”

“Ah.”

“Hey.” He took your hands gently and finally looked you in the eyes. “Look, it’s not that I don’t want to propose, it’s just, I know a lot of things that you can’t tell anyone. San is going to propose a month after this wedding. Hongjoong is proposing in the spring and Mingi is proposing in the fall of next year. I just wanted our moment to be special, you know? Away from all of theirs.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t know. But you felt touched by the thought he put into it. Leaning against his shoulder, you closed your eyes as he kissed the top of your head.

“Thank you.” You whispered. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to think we’re engaged until we make it public. Are you okay with that?”

He nodded. “That sounds perfect.”

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mybrokenveins3000 · 8 months

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He Likes Weddings - reader x Ross Macdonald oneshot

A/N: Here's some ridiculously sweet fluff for the broken Tumblr user's soul.

word count: 1.8k

♫ Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer

You're outside of the wedding venue standing on a bench. Your phone speaker is at full volume, and you're barely coping with the bad signal and the heat of the countryside.

"What do you mean you're not coming?" you sigh into the mic.

As a stream of apologies pours down the line, you spot a tall figure out of the corner of your eye.

He's dressed in a dark navy suit with his long dark hair tied up. He's doing a bad job of pretending he's not eavesdropping, eyeing you behind cigarette smoke. Despite his tough exterior and obvious nosiness, you figure it's difficult to be intimidated by a man with small, white flowers poking out of his jacket pocket.

"I don't care if something came up at work, this is the wedding of YOUR friends-- I DON'T KNOW ANYONE HERE!!"

You feel like those little, rich girls in Christmas movies who just want their dads to come home. But in this case, it's mid-July, home is the middle of nowhere, and dad is your disappointing, workaholic best friend.

"You know what, I'm just gonna go home if you won't--"

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

She hung up. Great.

As you lower your phone, you turn to face the audience of your little altercation, smoke escaping him as he laughs. It strikes you at that very moment how ridiculous you look, sweaty and flushed in your silk summer dress, standing on a memorial bench before a wedding.

He disposes of his cigarette as he approaches you. You get a clearer look at him and the situation - his pristine three-piece suit despite the weather, the pocket flowers, and what you assume to be a celebratory smoke before tying the knot. Fuck.

"Won't you stay?" he asks playfully offended, squinting as you foreground the blinding sun. He lends you a gentlemanly hand to help you off of the bench.

"NO! No, I am staying-- for sure!" you assure this man whom you've never met before in your life, hobbling off of the bench. "I mean, of course I'd stay for your wedding!"

"Sorry?"

"Congratulations! You must be so excited! Great weather too," you gulp.

His eyes widen in realisation, he cracks a slight smirk.

"Oh, darling, I'm not the groom"

You cock your head in confusion, eyes raking up and down his person, particularly the flower-pocket region.

"I'm not a groomsman either... I just really like weddings."

Now you're even more confused, but also pleasantly surprised.

"Well, in that case, I'll be going," you finally say, scooping your purse up from the bench, ready to walk back the way you came.

"You should stay," he exclaims after you.

"I don't know any of these people"

"You know me."

Oh.

He revels in the silence of your surprise. His eyes are like a child's, so persuasive and mischievous.

"And you are?"

"Ross," he extends his hand to shake yours, the same hand that helped you just a second ago, "I don't have a plus-one either."

Suddenly, the idea of this bearded, long-haired adult man getting ready for a wedding on his own flashes in your mind. Him excitedly putting on his suit and fixing his tiny pocket of flowers in the mirror. What a peculiar man. But you can't help smiling to yourself at the thought.

You hear the orchestra start up and people making their way to their seats from inside. You see bridesmaids and groomsmen assembling a few paces away.

He offers you an arm to loop yours into. Whilst you've rolled your eyes a record amount of times in your first few minutes of knowing this man, you accept his arm and walk into the venue.

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You settled down next to him in one of the rows nearer to the back. Inside, it's beyond elaborate with flowers draped over every surface area conceivable to the human eye.

You glance over at him and he is so pure, so happy to be there. He is practically overflowing with excitement. The plan to go back home had escaped from your memory completely.

"You see that lady," he whispers to you, pointing at an older woman in a ridiculous bright yellow dress and hat combo, "that's the groom's overbearing aunt. All these flowers were her idea."

You give him a surprised, amused look, smiling at his knowledge. He winks at you.

"Ooh, and this one," he points to a man slumped over in the pews, definitely hungover, "that's the bride's ex."

"No way?!"

"Yes way!"

As more and more people file in, you gasp "oohs" and "ahhs" as you point at interesting characters and, like a human encyclopedia, Ross dishes back everything there is to know about them. This activity proves itself incredibly entertaining until the ceremony begins for good.

You absentmindedly brush dust off his suit jacket, straightening his tie and flowers whilst you're at it. If people were watching, you reckon they'd think you two were really together. You didn't mind that at all.

As the double doors open to reveal the bride, you see Ross' heart physically skip a beat. He's glassy-eyed, holding his chest where his heart is. He's more animated than the damn groom, you thought.

You find it endearing how he can look like the pinnacle of masculinity and yet fold so easily at dramatic displays of affection. Nothing could possibly ruin this moment for him, not the snoring from the hungover ex, not even the Nokia ringtone interrupting the officiator.

There were multiple instances during the ceremony where you thought he would crack. The flower girls and the father giving the bride away were moments met with a tear or two, much to your amusement. The vows were another honourable mention, of course. But it was the "I dos" and that final kiss that got him. How cliché, you laugh to yourself. And he's LOST it, hand over his mouth to stifle his lovesick cries. Your own hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter.

As the crowd cheers and hollers, him particularly louder than everyone else, you whip out a packet of tissues from your purse. He accepts them appreciatively, first blotting his face gently, then submitting to fully sobbing into the tissues.

You know you should be watching the happy couple, but all you can do is look at him.

Even though you just met, you are so certain you've never met anyone like him in your whole life. I'd never stay at a stranger's wedding for anyone else.

---

Having calmed this man down after the ceremony, you've been spending the whole reception by his side. The fact you've stuck right by this random man for so long feels like it should alarm you, but it doesn't. He seems to shine mingling with other guests with a glass of champagne in hand and eyes shining under the fairy lights, it's an image that you want to be familiar to you.

There's an instance where he finally introduces you to the newly married couple.

After a string of rehearsed "thank yous" from the couple, Ross beams "This is my date!", tipsy on his third or fourth drink, "We met this morning!"

"Ah, you must be the ACTUAL groom," you exclaim, shaking the groom's hand enthusiastically, much to his confusion, "HAPPY WEDDING!"

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It's the couple's first dance, you and Ross are sitting next to each other, having moved his name tag to where your friend was supposed to sit. Couldn't think of a better replacement, no offence.

As the couple sway to a slow love song, you are surprised as, for once, his eyes aren't on the festivities but on you.

"Ross Macdonald, you're staring," you say as if you've known him for years, surpassing formalities and entering familiar territory.

You see him smile into his hand, eyes not moving. For a guy you've met only a few hours ago, you sure feel comfortable around him.

And, god, are you having fun.

Through slightly drunk vision, there's a vision, a daydream, of you and him dancing - you in white, him in the same, elaborate suit, same pocket of flowers, same enthusiasm. Rationally speaking, the thought is way too rash and inapt, but nice to think about under the warmth of his fingers playing with your dress.

"This is a very nice material," he mumbles. You lost count of the amount of drinks he's had.

"Am I going to be looking after you the entire night?"

"Consider yourself lucky," he smirks.

And you did. Consider yourself lucky, that is.

He plucks a flower out of the tiny bunch in his pocket and slides one behind your ear. His hand lingered against your face for a second longer.

"Beautiful"

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It was an orchestra in the morning, jazz band in the evening sort of event. His suit jacket lay over your purse on your chair, empty glasses were strewn across your side of the table, and you're both destroying the dance floor. And you're laughing and shining with this stranger. There are not enough unafraid, unabashedly joyful men in the world, you think, the only one is spinning you around to a jazz cover of ABBA songs.

In a moment of dizziness, you fall backwards almost crushing one of the children, who was running around more so than dancing, but Ross catches you, holding you the dramatic, fairytale way.

"Hi!"

"Hi."

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You find the pair of you sitting on that same bench you were stood on in the morning when you first met, which now feels like a lifetime ago. The jazz band is still playing away in the background, and you're both giggly from the excessive dancing and drinking, legs overlapping each other as you share a cigarette - you feel like a teenager.

"So, are you planning on tying the knot anytime soon? Have a wedding of your own? You clearly love them," you exhale the smoke into the midsummer night and pass the cigarette back to him.

"One day," he looks over at you, "if I meet the right girl," you glance right back at him. You both burst out in peals of laughter.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"You," you jab at him slightly feeling floppy, like your limbs are made of dust, "you are made for weddings, I even thought you were the groom!"

He gives you a look of disbelief, but you insist. He blushes hard as he exhales the white, romantic smoke. He passes the cigarette back to you, which is now stained with your lipstick. You could see a trace of it on his lips in the light.

After a final puff, you admit "I wasn't really a fan of weddings... not until today."

"Oh, really?"

"This is the first one I've went to that I actually enjoyed"

And it won't be the last, he wants to say.

"You don't believe in happy endings?" he says instead.

You're in this moment, suspended outside of time, in what seems to be an alternative timeline. You don't want to imagine how your night would look if you went home. Your life looks a lot different from this angle - it's about having fun, it's about saying yes or even:

"Actually, I do."

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Friend: You're in the background of almost everyone's insta stories btw Friend: I thought you said you went home? You: [photo] meet my date You: aka your brother-in-law xoxo Friend: ?!?!

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A/N: Guys, I hate to break it to you but I am feeling GOOD ABOUT THIS. This is VERY MUCH inspired by this particular blurb in the teacher!Ross universe by my friend and confidant @hypersonic04 because THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE FICS ABOUT ROSS AT WEDDINGS!! I went for a 2000s romcom kinda vibe. RIP if you're waiting on me to FINALLY graze smut/NSFW territory, I am a soft girl at the end of the day - sue me! Anyways, I really hope you enjoyed, love you forever!!!

#lol im in so much pain #ross macdonald #the 1975 #1975 band #fanfic #matty healy #adam hann #george daniel #matty the 1975 #asks #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald imagine #wedding ross macdonald #wedding au #ross macdonald oneshot

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flshbang · 1 month

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COD Task Force 141 Wedding masterlist<3

John Price,,

【 he proposed to you when he was back home early from deployment, you were getting ready to go out with your friends because it was your birthday, and you heard the doorbell. Assuming it was your friends; you answered to see John on one knee with a gorgeous ring, flowers in his arm, and a big smile on his face. 】

【 You said yes, of course. And ever since then, you both had been planning the perfect wedding. Songs, reception, hotels, invitations, drinks, food, Everything was perfect. 】

【 The holiday came quickly, you got married in Santorini, Greece. 】

『 extra: he left you little notes on the mirrors of your hotel room like “you look so gorgeous my love.” 』

【 John simply refused to see you for the day and night before, he forced the boys to even get him a blindfold and he led around incase he caught even a glimpse of you. 】

【 The morning of the wedding, he rushed around frantically, making sure everything was perfect. 】

【 When he saw you walk up the aisle, he lost it. He broke down silently, giving you a watery smile. 】

【 in reception, he gave a speech that made almost everyone cry, it was the story of how he met you on a mission, and how he had told his team about you. 】

【 honeymoon in Paradise Island, Bahamas!! 】

Kyle Garrick,,

※ He proposed to you when you both were at the beach, it was at sunset and he surprised you by telling you to look and the sunset, and got on one knee behind you!!<3

※ Kyle always did doodles in his sketch pad, and one day you saw him drawing a wedding scene of you and him.

※ When you saw him doing that, you spoke to him about an actual wedding, he was like an excited puppy as you two looked online at ideas.

※ For Kyle, you both decided to get married in the same church his parents did.

※ Kyle is also traditional, so didn’t see you for the night before the wedding.

※ On the day, he put your Mother’s favourite flower in the pocket of his suit jacket. <33

※ he swore to himself that he won’t cry, but the second he saw you, he cried.

※ in reception, he was planning to give a long speech, but only got through like half of it because the waterworks :’))

※ for the honeymoon, he surprised you about it! You had always told him you wanted to go to Paris, but you had never gone..

※ so you guessed it!! He brought you to the fanciest hotel he could find in Paris!!!

Johnny MacTavish..

☀︎ He proposed to you while watching your favourite movie, at the exact same time your favourite character proposed

☀︎ When you said yes, he asked “Really? like.. really?!” About a thousand times, each time you replied with a yes, giggling.

☀︎ When he told his Mother, she was as happy as he was, embarrassing him by showing you pictures of him as a baby, and always calling him “My Little Boy!”

☀︎ His two sisters always teased him in front of you saying he always talked about you, each time he blushed intensely.

☀︎ For the wedding, it was of course, in the Scottish Highlands, and he was so happy you did that for him.

☀︎Johnny grew up incredibly religious, and he was always friendly with the church staff, so when he told them he proposed they were so kind to him, and you!

☀︎The day before, he didn't let himself see you, but he texted you non stop, things like, “thank you so much for this again, lovie.”, such as.

☀︎Johnny wore a suit that your Mother/Father picked out, because they said that you would love it.

☀︎Getting advice from the boys, he tried his very best to not cry in front of his and your family, but seeing you he completely failed. Miserably. (Pun intended.)

Simon Riley::

♡ When he proposed to you, it was such a huge shock to you. He usually never spoke to you, but later that day, the boys told you how madly he loved you for the past months.

♡ You said yes, crying into his arms. As you cried, you even smelled that he was wearing the Cologne that you gave him.

♡As Simon didn’t have much family, the boys came to the wedding as his family.

♡As a surprise to everyone, when he saw you walk up the aisle, he cried into his hands. His voice was shaky for the rest of the service.

♡After the service and reception, he carried you bridal style everywhere for that day.

♡He also did everything for you, he got you things, and he even let you wear trainers after the service because your feet hurt from the heels.

♡The day you both got married, you both stayed out for drinks with the team till late in the night.

♡It was cold when you were walking back, and he gave you his jacket, along with his shoes. The poor man was freezing, but ofc he didn’t mind because it was all for you.

♡(extra!!: he definitely was nervous to propose, thanks to Soap for pushing him over to you, he got there.)

#Viv writes!#call of duty #cod mw3 #cod #wedding headcanons #wedding au #john soap mactavish #Simon ghost Riley #John price #Kyle gaz Garrick #simon riley #Kyle Garrick #Johnny Mactavish #fluff #Viv’s COD Headcanons

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fatherforgivethem · 7 months

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Thank you to @sidraofthewildflowers for sending this pic to me because it’s so beautifully helaegon in my mind

- I’ve used this picture before for a wedding au but I need to revisit it!

- Helaena who wants the wedding to be small with only close family and friends. Aegon who only wants to get married to her and will do whatever she asks.

- They get married at their moms house in the yard. It’s decorated with flowers and theres a little handmade alter. Criston spent days crafting it for them. He even had Alicent help him find the right flowers to add to it. In the top corner, he engraved Aegon and Helaena’s initials in the wood.

- Criston was the one to walk Helaena down the asile. Daeron and Aemond are Aegon’s best men. Daeron is jumping from excitement and Aemond keeps poking Aegon and teasing him.

- Helaena wore Alicent’s mothers wedding dress. Alicent wanted to wear it to her own wedding, but she hadnt been allowed to. So she saved it for her future children. Helaena loved the look of it and knew, the moment that she tried it on, it was the dress that she would get married in.

- Alicent helped to braid and do Helaena’s hair for the wedding, and then Helaena helped Alicent with her own hair.

- The dinner was full of warm food and Daeron walking around filming everyone.

- The wedding was simple and small, and it was perfect. It was the kind of wedding that one would imagine for Aegon and Helaena. They were happy, and that’s what mattered.

#aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #helaegon #hotd #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #daeron targaryen #ser criston cole #wedding au #I love them if you can’t tell #helaegon nation we rise #love that tag #it’s so special to me #modern au #hotd headcanon #headcanon

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linkyychan · 6 months

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Togachako Inktober - Day 30: WeddingAU

I had to draw this one for sure!

#togachako #inktober #toga himiko #uraraka ochako #inktober 2023 #mha #bnha #togaocha #himichako #my art #digital art #fanart #wedding au #au

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spoomals · 28 days

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why on stage tho- 😭

A twunk and a twink

fellas is it cool if my headcanon for Broomer is transfem???? Idrk lul

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dersacerj · 8 months

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[2/5] wedding au ft. miorine x suletta (wip)

#g witch #suletta x miorine #wedding au #illustration #gundam witch from mercury #miorine rembran #miorine mercury #suletta mercury #sulemio #photo study

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thatordinaryoddity · 9 months

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carry you home 🤍

This is part 2 of the Siuan x Moiraine wedding AU series (there, I said it).

The common agreement is that Moiraine might be smol but she‘s strooong. Plus she practiced this move with Lan (because she wants to get it right and look badass ofc) but that didn‘t go as planned and ended up with him falling to the ground like a sack of potatoes [sic!] and leaving Moiraine with a pulled back. Asking for Healing is no option because Siuan CANNOT know (obviously).

#myart #wedding au #oh and i won‘t negotiate the white wedding boots because boots are HOME #moiraine damodred #siuan sanche #siuanraine #moiraine x siuan #wheel of time #wheel of time fanart #sophie okonedo #rosamund pike #artists of tumblr #artbythorod

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jaimebrienne-art · 1 year

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A Braime Wedding by r8yofsunshine

#jaime x brienne #braime #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #game of thrones #wedding #wedding au #posts by jba

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ignoregnome · 1 year

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steve and eddie get married on the first day of august, 1990. and sure, the government doesn't agree, but steve and eddie have learned by now that the government doesn't really agree with anything they do. so they do it anyway.

on the monday before the wedding, the very end of july, steve is washing the dishes late at night after they come over for dinner. they've all turned nineteen by now, apart from little erica who's still fifteen. but she pulls her weight, and it seems that lucas and his friends respect her as an equal. but seeing the kids he used to babysit growing up is making steve feel a bit old, and he's starting to realise since he turned twenty-four back in april that oh no, he has to be an adult now. like, for real. so as he scrubs off a stubborn stain from one of the plates, he tips his head over his shoulder towards eddie, watching who-knows-what on steve's fancy television set, and says:

“Hey, Eds, you know what?”

eddie replies, “What?”

steve chuckles and turns his head back towards the sink. “We should get married. That would make me feel young again, y'know? Married at 24. It's weird to watch the kids grow up so fast, it makes me feel like a fossil,” he jokes, looking over at eddie again.

and eddie doesn't take his eyes off the tv screen, he just munches on his leftover chicken and mumbles through the food in his mouth, “When do you wanna do it?”

and oh shit, steve didn't think he would get this far. he should have anticipated it, really, with eddie's penchant for taking things literally. and now steve's realising that maybe his proposal wasn't that flippant after all. steve looks at this man spilling chicken crumbs all over his couch, and he thinks oh my god. i want to marry him. so he plays along. “Mmm, sometime soon. Next week okay for you?”

steve almost has a heart attack when eddie makes eye contact, smiles that beautiful smile of his, and says, “Yeah.”

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they don't see each other until the wedding, because uhm... tradition, or something? steve ends up telling robin while he's over at her house and she's baking cinnamon rolls for erica's six-month anniversary with her boyfriend, and she freaks out so hard for so long (“Who proposed?!” “It's complicated.” “Have you written your vows yet?” “No—” “Can I help you??” “Of course, Robs, I—” “Oh my god, where is it happening?” “We haven't decided yet...”) that the rolls come out charred within an inch of their poor, sugary lives. robin lets out a scream that turns into a bit of a retch when she opens the oven and smells them. after disposing of the cinnamony corpses, she grabs steve by the wrist and drags him to her room. as she places steve on the bed with a pat on his shoulders and sitting down herself, she launches into one of her classic rambles:

“Okay, so, here's the plan. Double girls night, today and tomorrow, we write your vows in the morning, we bring over Max and Eleven and Erica and Nancy—”

“Don't you think it would be weird to have my ex at my buck's n—” steve interrupts.

“No. I fuck her better than you ever did.” steve blinks at this, but robin continues. “And besides, I think that you'll find that despite her many, many firearms, Nancy is the least threatening ex in the history of exes. Eddie has nothing to worry about! But hey — don't mention that I told you I think of her that way, okay? She'll get all sulky. Understood?” steve nods vigorously.

Robin claps her hands as she stands up off the bed, and smiles triumphantly. “Okay,” she announces, “let's get going!”

part 2 soon xx

#I have a fucking fever rn so im sincerely sorry if this is written weirdly #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #inari shrieks #fruity four #steddie ficlet #stranger things fic #the party #gratuitous use of italics #wedding au #robin buckley #ronance #just a teensy bit but there will be more in part 2 x

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