Eleven - Bridezilla

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"Yurio, look at this one!" Viktor squealed as he pulled a fluffy purple dress off the wall.

Viktor had managed to drag Yurio and Otabek to the dress shop, helping him look for the perfect dress. The three of them went to three other stores before Viktor settled on the one they were currently at. Yurio and Otabek sat on the couch, watching as Viktor tried on dress after dress.

"Shouldn't you put a suit on?" Yurio asked as Viktor twirled in the mirror.

"No!" Viktor said. "I look beautiful!"

Yurio just sighed, rubbing his temples. He was going to have to deal with bridezilla Viktor Nikiforov. Yurio was Viktor's best man, so he was going to have to listen to Viktor squealing about dresses. Otabek noticed Yurio slouching and sighing.

"Yura, it's okay. He'll find a dress and everything will be fine." He said, placing a hand on Yurio's shoulder. The younger boy slightly melted into his touch.

After three hours, Viktor bought a pastel purple dress with frills. Cameras were flashing outside of the store as they left, paps screaming questions at Viktor.

"Viktor! Why are you wearing a dress?"

"How does it feel to be getting married in a few days!"

"How's Yuuri?"

Viktor ignored the questions as they got into the car and drove home, where Yuuri and Chris were designing the invitations. Viktor leaned down and kissed Yuuri on the head.

"Hello my love." He said smiling.

"Hello Viktor." Yuuri said blushing as he doodled little swirls on the corners of the invitations.

Chris was writing a list of songs that they were going to dance to during the reception. Stay Close To Me was the first dance that they would have, followed by upbeat songs. Yuuri made sure not to drink, because he didn't want things to end up like the banquet.

After a while, the invitations were finished and Chris went to mail them.

"Please tell me he doesn't have some sort of collapsible stripper pole." Yurio said, popping some chips into his mouth.

"So far, he hasn't said anything." Yuuri said, sighing with relief.

"With our luck, he's gonna end up getting naked." Otabek said.


The next day, Yuuri and Viktor were going to look for a place to have their wedding. They went to the beach, which Viktor said was too sandy. They went to a hall that Yuuri had gone to many times for family parties, but that was way too expensive. Finally, they both settled on having it where they first met, way back when, at the banquet.

"I can't wait until we get married." Viktor said, kissing his fiance on the head.

"Everyone's gonna be posting pictures." Yuuri said softly.

"You're gonna be okay love." Viktor said. "Just focus on me and I'll focus on you. We'll be the only people in the world."

They went home for dinner and to figure out the final details of the wedding. Yuuri and Phichit were going to go to a party store and get all the streamers and stuff the next day, while Yuuri's mom called and got a wedding cake.

"I want it to have purple and blue stripes, and ice skates on the top." Mrs Katsuki demanded.

"Mom, it's just a cake. It's gonna be eaten anyway!" Yuuri said laughing.

"Yes, but you're the first to get married in this family, I want it to be perfect!" She replied. Yuuri shook his head smiling.

At dinner, Viktor and Yuuri talked more and Viktor brought up a honeymoon.

"What? Like go somewhere after getting married?" Yuuri asked. Viktor nodded.

"Yeah!" He said. "Like St Petersburg or something!"

Yuuri shrugged. "Let's talk about that more after the wedding." He said.

They both lay in bed that night, snuggling with each other and imagining the wedding.

"Yuuri?" Viktor asked.

"Hmm?" Yuuri hummed.

"Do you think pigeons have feelings?" Viktor asked, trying not to laugh.

"Viktor Nikiforov I swear to God if I have to deal with that youmre sleeping on the couch." Yuuri threatened, which didn't sound sincere since he started laughing.

"You love me." Viktor said.

"Shut up and go to sleep." Yuuri laughed.

long time no see guys! i'm back! hopefully this is a good chapter

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