Phan Wedding

This isn't even a proper fanfiction it's just kind of a string of headcanons, some dialogue, some scenes, but mostly it's just feels and I don't even know what this is but it's actually pretty good for a mishmosh of what the fuck.

Planning the wedding:

"I can't believe you want the color scheme to be black. Weddings are supposed to be happy!"

"Doesn't it kind of defeat the purpose of a bachelor party if we're both there?"

"We are not covering the altar in stickers."

"No, Kanye West can't be the priest."

"I can't believe you're actually trying to get Muse to play at our wedding."

"WE ARE NOT PLAYING ALL STAR AT OUR WEDDING."

"Are you gonna surround the altar with houseplants or something?"

"No, the rings can't be black, Dan, that's not how things work."

"Why can't we have at least a black cake?"

"We are not inviting the entire internet, Daniel."

"Dil cannot be our ring bearer and Tabitha can't be the flower girl, neither of them exist."

Pre-wedding:

"You're not going to trip when you're walking down the aisle, Phil."

"You don't know that! I'm the clumsiest person alive."

"And Dan fell in love with you fully aware of that. If you fall, he isn't exactly going to leave you at the altar. Isn't he the one who literally catches you when you fall? He won't care."

"I know, I'm just so nervous."

"That's normal, Phil."

"Thanks, Martin."

"Don't sweat it. You ready?"

"I think so."

Phil straightened his green bow tie with sequins on the edges, dusted off his pristine white tuxedo, and began to anxiously comb his fingers through his hair.

"Phil, you'll be fine."

"I know, I just, I want everything to be perfect."

"FUCK!" Dan screamed, startling PJ who was helping him prepare. "MY FUCKING HAIR'S GOING FUCKING CURLY." He grabbed a straightener off the vanity and began to straighten his perfectly straight brown hair.

"You look fine, Dan." PJ said, his heart pounding. "Just don't scream like that again."

Dan, for the first time in his life, hadn't procrastinated getting ready. He had been dressed and ready in the first five minutes of the hour he had allotted to prepare. He had spent the past 45 minutes pacing anxiously and going over every possible thing that could go wrong. There were 10 minutes left and he was exploding with anxiety.

"What if the altar catches on fire? What if the church collapses? What if protesters show up and mess everything up? What if I stumble on my vows? What if the sun explodes and we all die?"

PJ was massaging his headache as Dan continued. "What if he's changed his mind? What if something happened and he got hurt on the way here? What if there was a car accident and he's dead?!"

"Do you want me to text Martin and make sure he's not dead?" PJ asked in annoyance.

"No, I'll text Phil." Dan replied, snatching his phone up.

"Everything all right?"

"Yep. I'm so excited! <3"

"Me too. Love you <3"

"Love you too <3"

Dan breathed deeply. Only three more minutes until he would be walking down the aisle with Phil. His anxiety was racing through his blood, until he looked down at his left wrist and saw a tiny tattoo of cat whiskers.

"Time to go, mate." PJ said to Dan.

Wedding:

The bridesmaids (Cat, Louise, Carrie, and Hazel) and the groomsmen (Chris, Connor, Tyler, and Troye.) The best men (PJ and Martin) stood at the front of the alternating lines, next to the two empty spaces in front of the old priest.

As Dan and Phil simultaneously turned the corners at the opposite ends of the church and saw each other for the first time, Phil suppressed a giggle at Dan's black leather bow tie, and Dan grinned at Phil's green, sequined bow tie. When they met at the start of the aisle and linked arms to walk each other down, their fingers naturally intertwined and their matching tattoos pressed together.

As they walked down the aisle, Phil (bless his innocent 'lil soul) stumbled over a lump in the carpeting, causing his face to grow bright red, but Dan just caught him and squeezed his hand.

As they walked, Phil looked over the side of the church where his family resided. He smiled at his parents, and slightly waved, but Dan didn't even glance at the pews, or the ground, or the altar, because he was staring at Phil.

Afterparty:

Their first dance was to twenty one pilots' cover of 'I can't help falling in love with you' and they just sort of swayed to the music with their foreheads touching and their arms around each other.

Phil got all giggly when he was feeding Dan the cake and the cake toppers fell down and got frosting on Phil's shoes and he started laughing until they were both dying of laughter and everyone else was just so confused.

They were both slightly tipsy and Phil was the 'silly drunk' while Dan was the 'emo drunk' and Phil was stumbling while Dan was helping him but later Dan almost got an existential crisis and Phil had to force him to stop.

On the ride back to the apartment they were holding hands and Dan whispered 'no homo' in Phil's ear and Phil started giggling.

Dan tried to carry Phil into the house but gave up after two steps.

That's all thanks y'all.

Once again this is just a sloppy mishmosh of what the fuck so leave your honest opinions in the comments not that anyone's reading this and yeah I will continue the other fic I'm working on soon and when I finish that I have an idea for an angsty high school au which should be fun to write but yeah thanks *U*