A/N: I still do not own Gravity Falls or any of the associated characters, only the plot here is mine.

"Hold still! Jeez, I know you're excited, but hair this good doesn't do itself."

"Heh, sorry." Mabel did her best to try and settle down in her seat. But who could blame her, it was her wedding day! She'd only been dreaming about this day since forever, and it was finally here!

Pacifica slapped a hand on her shoulder to cease her fidgeting. "Seriously, I've known you for 13 years, and this is still the most energetic I've ever seen you. And I remember when you drank an entire pitcher of Mabel Juice."

"Psh, please, I remember you during your wedding day, so don't pretend you don't know what it's like."

"I have no idea what you could possibly be talking about."

"Suuuuuuuuure."

It was then that a knock sounded on the door, followed by Dipper poking in his head. "Hey ladies, how's everything going?"

"Great!" Mabel was about to bounce up, but her sister-in-law firmly clamped her down.

"It'd be going faster if she'd stop fidgeting."

Dipper gave a smile. "I have faith in you babe."

While Mabel couldn't see it, she was sure Pacifica was smiling back. Trying to contain her enthusiasm, she instead inspected her dress. It was a handmade wedding gown, one that had taken her months of work. (She had to admit, she had come a long way from using just a glue gun.) It was a simple gown, inspired by the sundresses she'd grown to love over the years. She was especially proud of the myriad variety of flowers she had embroidered along the bottom of the skirt.

"There, done." Pacifica started, handing a mirror to the bride.

Mabel gave a big grin. "I love it!" Pacifica had given her a lovely French braid, periodically putting daisies and babies breath into the weave. Getting up, she turned around and gave Pacifica a big hug, which was heartily returned.

"So, you ready?" Dipper chimed in.

Mabel just couldn't get the smile off her face. "Yup!" The trio left the hotel room they had been preparing in, getting into their car to get to the venue.

Mabel had taken Wendy's advice, and had gone traveling with her then girlfriend. One of their stops had been to Crater Lake National Park in Oregon. The pair had fallen in love with the scenery there, and decided they'd want to have their wedding there.

After a few minutes, the trio arrived. The wedding had been set up in one of the picnic areas, somewhat reminiscent of Dipper and Pacifica's own nuptials. Two small event tents had been erected, one holding catering for the reception, and the other fully covered, holding Mabel's fiancée/ soon-to-be-wife. She had to clamp down the impulse to rush in and see her.

Instead, after a couple minutes, she found herself ready to walk down the aisle. Dipper was her Best Man, while Tambry was Wendy's Maid of Honor. Both stood at the altar, waiting for the ceremony to start.

As the music started up, Mabel made her way down the aisle, her father taking her arm. She reached the end, giving her dad a kiss and handing her bouquet to Dipper.

After she had settled, the music changed, signaling the second bridal procession. Mabel eagerly looked across the assembly, searching for her beloved. When she spotted her, Mabel's heart felt like it had leapt into her throat.

Wendy was wearing a more traditional gown, which surprised Mabel, but the redhead certainly made it look good. She was also wearing a sash of red and black tartan over one shoulder. She was being escorted down the aisle by Manly Dan, who was wearing a kilt made of the same patterned fabric. Mabel can't remember a time where she had ever seen the giant of the man cry this much.

When they had reached the altar, Wendy gave her dad a kiss, the man trying his best to contain his emotions.

"Nothing manlier than crying for joy at your daughter's wedding!"

It didn't work.

Since the processions were now done, the two brides turned to each other, clasping hands together. Wendy gave her such a bright smile, Mabel felt tears of her own form at the corner of her eyes. Grunkle Stan cleared his throat, getting the attention of both women.

Yes, Grunkle Stan. Apparently during his long life of "adventuring", he had managed to get himself ordained. When Mabel had learned this, she insisted he officiate their wedding. It took surprisingly little convincing.

"Alright everyone, today we are here to celebrate the union of my favorite niece and my favorite seasonal worker. You've all gotten to know them, and you've all come to love them." At this, he addressed them directly. "Girls, getting to see you grow and mature into the women standing before me has been one of the greatest pleasures of my life. You've become better people than many could ever hope to be. I can only imagine the wonders you two will create in your life together."

Stan took a moment to wipe his eyes and clear his throat. "Well, I've been told that the bride, uh, this one, has something of a family tradition she would like to continue this day. Wendy?"

The redhead let go of Mabel's hands, turning to Tambry, who handed her a length of cloth like the one she was wearing. Looking back at Mabel, she spoke. "Mabel, by marrying me, your family becomes part of mine. And as part of my family, I share with you our family's tartan. The Corduroys originally came from Scotland, tracing our family back to the Macqueen clan. These are our colors. And now, they are yours as well."

With that, Wendy moved forward, draping the cloth around Mabel's shoulder to make a sash, pinning it in place. As she pulled back, Wendy took the opportunity to give the bride a kiss on the cheek, earning a big grin.

Stan straightened himself up. "I believe now is the time for the exchange of vows. Unless my hearing is worse than I thought, the girls have both made their own. Uh, I believe Mabel will go first?"

Mabel looked behind her, to Dipper handing her a piece of paper. Taking it, she straightened it out, catching her breath before starting. "Wendy, we've known each other for years. You started out as my cool older friend I met away from home, helping in all the crazy adventures my brother and I got into. As the years went by, you became more than a friend. My confidante, my trusted advice, and then, my love. I promise, as the days march forward, to always have your back, and to make your days as bright as every piece of glitter in the world."

Wendy retrieved her vows from Tambry, wiping a tear from her eye before beginning. "Mabel, when we met that summer so many years ago, I had expected to have a summer like any other, just trying to keep my sanity from boredom. Instead, it was the most fun I had ever experienced. Over the years, I've only become more proud to know you, and can't wait to see what our future will hold. Together, I hope we will embark on the greatest adventure of our lives."

Stan felt the need to clear his throat again, making sure the two women didn't completely lose themselves in each other. Yet. "Mabel, do you promise to take Wendy as your lawfully wedded wife, to take care of her in richer and poorer, in sickness and health, until the end of your days?"

Mabel gave another great smile. "I do."

"Wendy, do you promise to to take Mabel as your lawfully wedded wife, to take care of her in richer and poorer, in sickness and health, until the end of your days?"

"I do." Wendy responded with her own smile.

"Well then, with the power vested in me, I declare you each other's wives! Bride, you may now kiss the bride!"

And kiss they did. It may not have been the most passionate one they had ever shared, but it was certainly the most memorable.

As they broke apart, Stan spoke again. "May I present, Wendy and Mabel Corduroy!"

Mabel threw up the hand that wasn't holding onto Wendy's. "I'm a freaking Corduroy!"

Her exclamation gained a roar of applause, especially from her new father and brothers-in-law.

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The reception was lovely, to say the least. While it was a truly humble affair, it was filled with people she loved, and that was all that mattered.

During one of the rare moments where she wasn't visiting with someone or thanking them for coming, she was able to steal away her new wife onto the dance floor. As they swayed to the music, she whispered in Wendy's ear. "I love the dress. Where'd you get it?"

"It was my mom's. Something to help her be with me today."

"Oh, Wendy, I'm sorry."

Wendy shrugged. "It's okay. I mean, I miss her like crazy some days. But still, I always feel like she's with me, if only in a small way. Though I'll tell you this." She kissed Mabel on the cheek. "I know she'd have loved you."

Mabel gave a grin, before kissing Wendy again. "Hey babe?"

"Hm?"

"We're married."

"Mmhm."

"You're my wife."

"And you're mine."

"I love you."

"And I love you."

They rested their foreheads together as they danced, letting the world fall away until it was just the two of them. Mabel smiled, feeling her heart more full of love than she could have ever imagined.

A/N (Again): So that is it! The end of Always the Bridesmaid! However, the story itself is not quite done yet. I've already finished an in-between-quel story, that covers time between chapters of this one, help flesh out plot points and development, stuff like that. It'll be titled The Years Between, and will start being posted next week. Of you have any questions or comments, feel free to let me know! And again, thank you so much for reading, it means a lot. Have a good one!