Warnings: None

Word Count: 1327

Author's Note: As promised, here's a fic that's 100% fluff with the added bonus of Josh being dorky 😂

Josh's POV

My palms felt sweaty. I couldn't tell if it was from nerves or the heat of the room. Or maybe the room wasn't hot and that was just my nerves too.

Stop, Josh. Now isn't the time.

Everyone turned to watch as the bridesmaids and groomsmen made their way into the room. I took this opportunity to wipe my palms off on my pants. The last thing I wanted was to have gross hands that Y/N had to hold throughout the entire wedding ceremony. Maybe her hands would be sweaty too.

Ok, Josh. Now this is just getting weird. Calm down.

I directed my attention back to everyone walking down the aisle. Tyler had just come through the doorway, arm in arm with Jenna. He caught my eye and nodded, his silent way of telling me that I had this in the bag. Jenna smiled at me and gave me a quick thumbs up. I had to admit, Y/N did a wonderful job at picking out the bridesmaids' dresses.

Jordan was walking down the aisle now with Y/N's maid of honor. He flashed me a quick wink which I returned with a smile. Y/N would be walking down the aisle any minute now. I straightened myself out a little bit and took a deep breath.

The wedding march began to play and I nearly jumped. Everyone turned in their seats to see Y/N walk down the aisle. I knew that she would hate it, being the center of attention had never really been her thing.

She rounded the corner and I nearly lost it. My original plan had been to try and conceal my emotions when I saw her to avoid making a fool of myself, but the second I laid eyes on her that plan was forgotten. I was so overwhelmed that I bent down and threw a hand over my mouth.

There weren't enough words in any language to describe how beautiful that she looked as she walked down the aisle. The way that the light was reflecting in her eyes. How her dress looked on her. The way that she was absolutely beaming. All of it combined was just too much, I couldn't believe that she was going to be my wife.

Y/N and I had met at the laundromat, of all places. I was waiting for my clothes to finish their wash cycle when she walked in with a laundry basket tucked under one arm. She had spent a fair amount of time loading it all into a washing machine only to discover that she had left all of her quarters at home. I had quickly jumped in and offered her some of my extras, hoping it would spark some conversation between us.

It did, and I ended up sitting in the laundromat with my clean clothes at my feet while I waited for Y/N's clothes to finish drying with her. My excuse was that I wanted to make sure she didn't run out of money again, but I was pretty sure she saw through that right away. By the end of the day, we had a date planned for the next week.

I finally stood up again when Y/N was halfway down the aisle. She had started laughing at my reaction, which had also hopefully helped to take her mind off of all the eyes that were on her right now. There had been a few audible gasps when she walked in the room, and there were definitely more than a few people that wanted to be in my position right now.

It hadn't taken me long to know that Y/N was the one. After a few dates, I was hooked. Her smile was the prettiest thing that I had ever seen and her laugh was contagious. Every moment that I was with her was an adventure. We had seen countless cities together, and now we had the rest of our lives to explore the rest of them.

She took her spot across from me and smiled. My mouth was still hanging open from the shock of seeing her. In a moment of self awareness, I closed it and smiled instead. She just looked so beautiful that I didn't know what to do with myself.

"You look amazing," I said quietly. "Beyond amazing, even. Just... flawless."

"Thank you," she blushed. Or maybe it was her makeup. "You look very handsome yourself."

My smile grew even wider, if that was possible.

Oddly enough, the moment that I knew I wanted to marry Y/N was after a huge fight. We had spent the whole day looking at apartments for us to move into and we were both exhausted and frustrated from not finding anything good. Y/N had said that I was being too picky which had quickly led to an argument between the two of us. It was dumb, but both of us being upset with the situation didn't help anything.

Y/N eventually stormed off to her bedroom, leaving me alone in the living room. I still remembered the pain in my chest when I thought she might break up with me over such a stupid argument. It only took a few minutes for me to knock on her bedroom door and apologize about everything I had said. The thought of losing her had been terrifying, and from that day on I knew I wanted to spend my life with her.

The officiant began speaking, but I was too busy looking at Y/N to pay much attention. She was looking between me and the officiant, and it was evident that she was nervous. Her hands were shaking slightly in mine, so I gave them a light squeeze. She turned to me and smiled.

"Mr. Dun?"

"What?" I said, turning to look at the officiant.

"Your vows?"

"Right," I smiled nervously. Y/N was concealing a laugh. I cleared my throat and began to speak, "Y/N, wow, where do I even begin? When you walked into the laundromat that day, I had no idea that you would end up being the love of my life. You've taught me so much about life and that it can never be taken too seriously. Every minute that I spend with you is an adventure, even if it's just a late night run to the grocery store for snacks. You love me for who I am, even when I'm not always the most pleasant to be around. I consider myself the luckiest guy in the world to be able to spend the rest of my life with you. Best fifty cents I ever spent."

Y/N laughed and shook her head. She had always hated that we had met at the laundromat, but I had always said it was romantic.

"Ms. Y/L/N?"

I listened intently as Y/N said her vows to me. Her voice was shaking a bit as she spoke, so I gave her hands a light squeeze every now and again to reassure her. It was hard to not start crying again, but I managed to hold back tears.

"Josh, do you take Y/N to be your wife?"

"I do," I smiled.

"And Y/N, do you take Josh to be your husband?"

"I do."

"I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Dun. You may kiss the bride."

I pulled Y/N towards me and kissed her. Tyler and Jordan were being especially loud as they cheered with everyone else, but I was too focused on Y/N to care.

"Guess you're stuck with me now," I smiled at her.

"I would hardly call it being stuck."

I grabbed her hand and together we ran down the aisle and out the doors. It was hard to believe that I had ended up with someone as wonderful as her, but here I was.

I couldn't be happier.