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Matt/Adam
Matt brings up their marriage with a far off look in his eyes when they find out its legal. Adam waits a couple weeks to propose, finding the perfect silver bands and waiting for a break in the summer rain. He drives Matt up Chiliad as the sun sets, reaching the top as the sky turns pink. He gets down on one knee like he’s supposed to and if they both cry a little bit whilst Adam stumbles through his speech then they won’t mention it later.
They have an autumn wedding, planned to perfection in beautiful chapel. They wear tuxes and underneath Matt wears white lingerie because he’s damned if he’s not going to be the bride. They ban weapons (although Matt can’t prove that Bruce and James don't at least have knives strapped to their thighs under their suits without getting them out of their suits and that is not what the day's about) because they’ve had to wait too long for this and Matt refuses to let one of his trigger happy boyfriends ruin it. Said trigger happy boyfriends are the best men and Matt cries as he’s walked down the aisle by his dad.
They're afterparty goes into the morning, and the grooms dance to “Better Together” torn between crying and giggling. Spoole cries. They go to Hawaii on their honeymoon, blissfully happy, and return tanned, happy and ready to get back to work.
James/Bruce
James and Bruce propose to each other every time they eat Haribo, but this time with alcohol and weed as fuel they decide to follow through. They make Spoole come with them, loading Bruce’s Mercedes up with firework launchers and a couple pistols.
They drive out to an abandoned chapel on the north side, music blazing with the roof off and breaking every speed law possible. Spoole officiates (he did a course) and they both struggle to keep a straight face as he recites. After, they fuck on the steps, slow but insistent whilst Spoole shoots anyone who gets within 100 metres. In their leisurely afterglow they shoot the fireworks up into the spire and laugh as they decorate the wooden beams with scorch-marks. The chapel burns around them, and Spoole has to pull them out of the ruin when the wood begins to make a loud splintering noise. They sit in the car outside, making out and watching the chapel burns as Spoole takes photos of them from a respectful distance
They don’t go away afterwards, don't act any different, because deep down nothings changed, they got married the first time James offered Bruce a Haribo ring.
Bruce/Joel
Bruce proposes to Joel with a ring balanced on top of his leather jacket, he slips both on and follows the post it note arrows through to garage. Bruce is waiting next to his bike, hands ringing anxiously in his lap but his worries are squashed when Joel breathes a yes into his mouth and kisses him hard. They both slip on their helmets and Joel wraps his arms around his waste.
They ride to Vegas via Death Valley, Joel screaming in his helmet as they race off road over the rocky ledges. They make Vegas by eight and immediately Joel is at a poker table with a martini in his hand. They warm up on small tables, moving upwards as they generate more money. They leave well before midnight, they're use to the rough and tumble of Los Santos but neither of them want to be on the wrong side of a bouncer accusing them of card counting. They visit the vegas chapel, giddy and giggling as they are pronounced husbands.
They crash in the nicest hotel they can, with two $500 bottles of champagne in a cooler and sheets tangled in their feet. The next morning they race down the strip together, Joel’s flare gun scattering the crowds.