* 𝕓𝕖 / 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙!

@ofhal​

The ceremony was beautiful— As expected. Hal had been waiting for this day for years. But Alek had been waiting for this day for his entire life. The only thing more exciting than his own wedding day was his best friend’s. His brother had been the most important person in his life from the time they were toddlers. If Alek’s personality could be split into parts, it would be one part music, one part romance and one part Hal’s best friend. That’s just how it was; how it’d always been. Everyone in the family joked about it. How Alek would be the first one to cry at Hal’s wedding. They were right, of course. But in his defense, he wasn’t just watching his brother’s wedding. He was watching his best friend’s wedding as well. Two people he cared for more than life were vowing to spend their lives together. It was beautiful. It was perfect. It was better than he’d ever hoped.

By the time the ceremony ended, Alek was already stressing out about his speech. This was his moment. In every romance movie, there’s always the best friend who makes the funny yet emotional speech. But Alek didn’t exactly consider himself funny. He was a softie, a mush of emotions. He couldn’t joke about Gen or Hal because in his mind— They were perfect. This speech was something he’d been writing since he was eleven. Yet, even now, even ten minutes before the big moment, he found himself re-writing it in one of the dressing rooms. “My best friend– My brother. My… Hey guys. Did you know- Uhm. Sup dudes, does anyone– No.” He mumbled the intros under his breath up until he heard the door squeak. His eyes widened, hoping to god it wasn’t time. Thankfully, his prayers were answered when Hal walked in. “Dude! What are you doing in here? Where’s Gen?”

     with all the minutes there are in a day, hal firmly believes that it should be a lot easier to get five of them to himself. just five. he doesn’t feel like it’s asking for too much, but there’s always an espn reporter, or his coach, or his teammates, or his brothers. there’s always something that absolutely cannot wait for five minutes. just five. he doesn’t mind as much on his wedding day, perhaps because he wants to spend every single moment of it with gen. he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of her since he saw her walking down the aisle, and everyone else in attendance ( so, basically, everyone they know ) seemed to be similarly captivated by her. genesis had designed a wedding where she was the star, and hal didn’t mind it one bit. as long as she was happy, and it looked like she was when he last saw her entertaining a huge group of their guests who were all complimenting her ( second ) dress and her makeup and her hair and the decorations.      hal tiptoed out of the reception hall without being noticed or flagged down by a single attendee. he swapped out his glass of champagne for whiskey ( not his first choice, but the open bar unsurprisingly didn’t have his favorite canadian imported beer ) and wandered around the castle until he found the room where hal and his groomsmen had gotten dressed for the ceremony. “dude,” hal brightened as he nudged open the door and saw his brother with a pen and paper in hand. “gen is...getting a ton of attention.” he was still smiling as he said it, glad that she was getting all of her recognition and compliments and gushing. “so i’m having a drink and chilling out for a few minutes.” hal let out a sigh as he flopped onto one of the chairs in the room and tugged at his tie to loosen it a bit ( but not so much that it wouldn’t be a quick fix when he needed to return to the reception and get photographed again ). “what’s up?” he wondered, glancing over at alek with a lifted brow. it was the first chance he had gotten to have an actual conversation with his best man all day.

flashback to december, 2013. —— @ofhal​

brunette hair tied up into the messiest bun one could imagine, mila’s fingers tapped away at the keyboard of her laptop, eyes trained on the way to bright screen. she had to get this essay done ; it was vital to her final grade for the semester. a quiet yawn passed parted lips, pearly whites now coming out to gnaw on the supple flesh. “okay so… what if i end the paragraph by saying that the handmaid’s tale was really just about how women were and are segregated in a society that is predominately male-dominated ? do you think that’s just the safe way out or ..?” she questioned softly, head tilting to the side.

        six. somehow, genesis narrowed down six very different wedding gowns will to just three.  the first, had to be the grandest of them all. one for the ceremony, one for the reception, and one for after. that seemed like the most sensible option. she spent the last few minutes, primping the heavy skirt to make sure it’s in the proper place. there was so much to juggle. in the mist of doing her own makeup, she’s being bombarded with questions about the reception decor. questions about the wedding cake that ran thirty minutes late. all the while, she had to sit still as her hair stylist curls her hair. the biggest consequence to being quite a perfectionist. no wedding planner just to make sure this all went perfect.         but, it was perfect. better than perfect. the day she’d been dreaming of times a thousand.  grander than that. you simply can’t find a spot in the wedding that isn’t pink. but, all the pink, the roses, and the diamonds dangling from the chandeliers hardly top that she is really getting married. and who she is marrying. he always says she’d been planning this since she met him. being only kind of an exaggeration, being here.. right now is surreal.        genesis hardly ever feels nervous. but, at the moment , her chest felt tight. fluttering at the pit of her stomach. the veil trails nearly 3 feet behind her, along with the train of her dress. all of the sound – music, chatter of the crowd and awes over her dress cease to exist. suddenly, all she can focus on is him. “baby,” she coos, giggling at the look on his face. “hi to you too.” she reaches for his hand, giving it a small squeeze. the other hand reaches for his cheek. “and you look very handsome. a fresh hair cut and shave. look at you,”  she had to remind herself she isn’t supposed to kiss him quite yet. 

Jack: the beard??? Just paint one on??

hal: uhhhh

hal: idk

Jack: have you considered paint ???

alek: yeah but like as soon as its over you can wear pj's and like :) have a wife!!!!

alek: poor lizzie

hal: yeah, the whole "getting to have a wife" bit is hopefully gonna soften the sting of the whole "almost suffocating in my own fucking clothes" bit

alek: ohhhh yeah i know but its so nice

alek: oh!!! like in lizzie mcguire when kate called her an outfit repeater yeah that was sad

hal: i can barely even BREATHE in that thing and i'm gonna have to wear it for the WHOLE DAY. x.x

Alek: ahhhhh NICE DUDE!!! you dont think you'll ever wanna wear your wedding suit again? :O What if you go somewhere totally fancy with gen in like a year and its like the perfect suit

hal: i don't ever wanna wear ANY suit again. i kinda hate them, remember?

alek: well bro, i dont remember!

alek: yes and yes and yes :) they said they'd call me when the limo came to pick us up for the ceremony

alek: oh! :) i hope it was something good

alek: i didnt do much planning so im its probably ok you forgot, its probably not too important i think

hal: dude, i don't remember