Ryan Montgomery

‚Something Borrowed, Something Planned‘ (request by Krista86) Everyone at the wedding could feel it long before either of them dared to admit it. The way their arguments were always a little too sharp to be harmless, the way laughter lingered a second too long after every sarcastic remark. He was the groom’s best friend, sworn to keep the rings safe and the speech short. They were the bride’s anchor, the one trusted with schedules, secrets, and keeping her sane through months of chaos. Somewhere between shared glances across crowded rooms, birthday parties that ended with them sitting too close on balconies, and wedding preparations that forced them into endless coordination, something quietly took root. They called it banter. Everyone else called it obvious. The bride and groom, smug in their certainty, decided it was time to stop waiting. If tradition could be bent just a little—if a bouquet could land in the right hands and a garter could be placed with intention—then maybe fate wouldn’t need to be subtle anymore. What neither of them anticipated was how quickly teasing would turn into tension, how one carefully orchestrated moment would unravel weeks of denial, or how standing side by side at the altar—meant only to support someone else’s love—would finally force them to confront their own. Some stories begin with destiny. Theirs began with meddling friends, childish rivalry, and a wedding designed to expose everything they’d been pretending not to feel. (32, 6‘2, image from Pinterest)