Author's Note: Hi guys! I'm back with another Terrornuckel multichapter; this was inspired by a post on tumblr, which if you follow me there (heidipoo-xox), you'll be able to see things like edits and headcanons for this story. I am a full time preschool teacher so my updates might be scattered, please understand that. Also, this story is going to be kind of dark (eating disorders, extreme weight loss, etc...) just wanted to give you all a heads up! But let me know what you like/dislike, I love feedback, and I am always taking requests! Anyway, as always, I hope you enjoy! Until next time, be safe!

Brian found Brock's hand on the console in the car and grabbed it tightly as they continued to drive through the Irish countryside. This was his favorite way to spend his time with Brock; windows down, cheeks red and chapped from the wind, and a big, beautiful smile on his face. "Your hands are sweaty," Brian noted. "Are you nervous?" He tore his eyes from the road if only for a moment to look over at the man in the passenger seat. He knew his fiancé like the back of his hand and could always pick up on his anxiousness when needed. His thumb grazed Brock's skin gently, and he gave his palm another squeeze.

"Well..."

"Before you answer, you know you're a horrible liar right?" The Irishman jibbed, hoping that would coax the truth out of his partner.

"I know..." Brock grumbled.

"So, are you nervous?"

"A little." He sighed, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. "It's just been so long since I've seen your family… Well, your whole family." His memories took him back to the beginning of his relationship with Brian. It was difficult with them both doing youtube full time, and their families didn't really understand the whole long distanced thing. It was a different time, after all, and it took some convincing to appease them. But after their first few dates, Brian was sure that Brock was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, so he knew he had to meet the family, or their families had to meet, rather. He had arranged a big party in Utah where Brock was living at the time, and paid for everything. It was something that just had to be done, and he didn't mind a single bit. He wanted his family to see the reason why he was so happy. Brock was his sunshine.

The party was something out of a movie if Brock were being honest with himself, and he was shocked at the fact that Brian had gone all out just for him. Their families were able to meet one another, and the couple was able to mingle with the opposite family as well. Brock was so elated, and it was that moment he knew that Brian was worth everything. From then, they continued to build their life together, making plans and arrangements all while still doing youtube. When the long distance became too much to bear, Brock got a visa and stayed in Ireland for a while before Brian moved permanently to the United States. Once their home was settled, the younger man knew that now he had to propose. It had been years, and at that time, the Irishman felt ready since he and his partner were sharing so much of their lives.

Brock said yes, obviously, and was eager to dive into everything. But, amidst all the planning, he had forgotten that he'd only met Brian's family once since they lived so far apart, and now it was time to face them again in all the wedding havoc. He was sure they wouldn't be against them, after all, they were both so in love; but it was definitely a different kind of wedding, and even though Brock was sure his fiance's family enjoyed his company, he was still a little scared that they were holding back judgements, and he was afraid that his family was doing the same about Brian. They had dinner with them just weeks ago, and the wedding was all but months away.

"Brocky, I promise it's going to be okay." Brian's Irish lilt pulled the older man from his thoughts as he gazed out the window. The country was beautiful during sunset, which was why they were getting married here instead of the US. Brock was more than excited to have a traditional Ireland wedding. "They love you because I love you." Brian gave a smile, "Plus, even if they don't, they're not marrying you, I am." He snorted.

"I guess you're right." Brock gave his hand another squeeze.

"Of course I am." The Irishman retorted.

With a roll of his dark eyes, Brock couldn't help but to scoff. "Don't push it."

The winding roads kept going and going, until finally, a small diner came into view. Although Brian had eased his nerves slightly, Brock still couldn't control the beating of his anxious heart. He wiped his hands on his jeans hoping to get rid of some of the perspiration, while the younger man parked the car. When he pushed it into gear, Brian looked over at the man beside him and smiled sympathetically. "Ready sweetheart?" His voice was soft and kind, and Brock swore that he fell in love with him even more each day. He truly believed they could do anything together. He couldn't wait to marry the younger man, and if being around his family got him closer to that, then he was sure he could do it.

Brock nodded, "Let's do this." The two stepped out of the vehicle and joined hands as they made their way inside the small restaurant. Brian's family had been waiting for them, after all, it was quite a drive. But his father and mother sat at one end of the table, while his sister and a few of his cousins sat at the other. Brian and Brock joined right in the middle, and everyone was excited to see them. Quickly, conversation and jokes were started. It was definitely a great beginning to the dinner.

"It's been too long!" His mother gushed as she gave them a smile. From there, they ordered food and dove right into conversation about the big upcoming event. Everyone couldn't wait for the wedding. "Are you sure you're okay with the Irish traditions?" Brian's mother continued.

Brock nodded, "I think they're really beautiful... They fit us."

"So what else is left to do?" One of his cousins inquired.

Brian looked to Brock for the answer, since the older man was the one doing most of the planning. "Erm, just the tuxedos right?" He wasn't even really sure himself. He knew that his fiance took pride in being able to organize everything. The only thing Brian was in charge of was the honeymoon, and that's only because he'd had it planned out before he'd even proposed. He was more than ready to woo the love of his life.

"Yeah, just the tuxes." Brock agreed. "Which I think we're getting fitted in a few weeks. I have the appointment written down somewhere at home."

"That's good," The cousin replied. "That means you still have time to lose some weight. Wouldn't want Brian here to regret anything, would ya?" At this comment, Brock couldn't help but to let his brows furrow. What had she meant by that? Of course he'd put on some weight since he'd last seen Brian's family, but it had been years, and Brock had never been the type to watch his weight in the first place. But Brian didn't mind, did he? The two had never made a big deal out of that kind of stuff; they were definitely always attracted to each other. The older man was a little hurt. he tried not to let it get to him, but maybe she had a point; he wanted to look and be his best for Brian, especially if they were going to spend forever together.

When she made the comment, Brian looked up from his plate of food. "Hey, I love my Brocky just the way he is, thank you." He meant it, he meant every single word, but Brock was still unsure. After dinner, everyone made their separate ways to their own cars, and readied to head home. The drive between Brian and Brock was silent, until the younger man decided to speak. "You've been quiet." He noted. "Everything okay?"

"Should I lose weight?" It had been heavy on his mind for the rest of dinner.

"Do you want to?"

The older man could feel his face heating up, "I mean... Maybe a few pounds wouldn't hurt?" He looked over at the Irishman who was gazing right back at him with his green eyes shining. "The tuxedo would probably be cheaper too if it was smaller." He made a valid point, but his heart was still a little sore from the comment made at dinner. Was he too fat for Brian?

"If that's what you wanna do, then I support you sweetheart... As a matter of fact, we can exercise as soon as we get back to the hotel." He sent his fiance a wink as he continued to drive.

Brock let out a loud laugh, "You're disgusting."

"But you love it." Brian concluded as he drove them safely back to the hotel. It was there, Brock decided to start his weight loss journey, and he hoped he'd be happy with himself by the time the wedding came.

Author's Note: To be continued...?