#he got a bunch of bowties and they are very silly

[pyrjunnie]

I drew him more

*foams at the mouth*

[wisecrackzach]

Durge HCs (with appearances from Gortash)

Some hc rotating in my brain about my durge but I'm too lazy to write fics rn so this is my outlet

The Dark Urge and Gortash learned how to ballroom dance together. Gortash knew he was going to take over Baldur's Gate and figured he should know how to dance like the rich do (he's the kinda guy who believes in dressing for the job you want). So, he decides to teach himself and Durge too since he wants to rule with them. It was clumsy, messy, and got a little violent, bloody, and even erotic at times.

Gortash also made Durge do some other proper society training. Obviously, Durge wasn't built for proper society but Gortash dreamed of it and now thay dream included Durge. So, he made them also learn what fork to use for when (the beast and belle dinner scene frfr) and posture training. Durge hated this very much. They threatened Gortash life many times and many fork were stabbed into hands.

I refuse to believe that Gortash doesn't know how to lace his shirt. Therefore, I've decided that durge used to lace them that way because they were always dressed by their followers so they didn't know how. And now Gortash keeps it that way.

I 100% think that Gortash is obsessed with money and appearing rich. He buys gaudy expensive clothes but doesn't know how to wear them or the current trends because he didn't grow up rich. So, he looks kinda silly with his ugly red shoes and anxiety robe but no one dares make fun of him for it.

And because he cared about clothes and presentation he would buy Durge a lot of clothes that durge probably never wore.

Durge probably went to the shoe store Gortash's parents own when they were a kid before becoming the dark urge.

Orin and Durge are kinda like Zuko and Azula to me. Like even though they're both kinda fucked up inside and hate each other, they're still siblings. They probably had dumb arguments as teens like normal siblings but a little bloodier. And they probably braided each other hair and cared for one enough without admitted it was that. I wish so badly their could be an ending with Orin with a redeemed Durge like their was with Zuko and Azula.

Kinda fucked up but I wouldn't put it past them, Orin and Gortash hooked up after the Durge was taken. Buuut Orin would be shapeshifted into Durge for Gortash. Additionally, Orin used the Durge form to mess with Gortash just for fun.

Redeemed Durge HCs

The general public does not know about Durge being from Bhaal's temple and kinda being the cause of it all. Except for Duke Ravengard (if alive). Which makes it really awkward for a Durge romancing Wyll because his father is so clearly scared of Durge. They feel bad and they're trying to calm him but he's definitely resents them a little.

Durge probably killed Gortash's parents after the whole saving the world thing in the good ending. Like this might be a redeemed durge but they still killed them cause they still felt bad for Gortash and his parents sucked.

Durge made a memorial for Orin, Gortash, and Ketheric. Maybe they even added The Dark Urge too, just to remind themselves that's not who they are anymore.

If Durge is a warlock then original their patron is Bhaal but after they reject him Withers is their new patron.

Since they're kinda the hero of Baldur's Gate now, Durge was forced to do a bunch of public appearances and go to fancy parties and balls. Unfortunately, they've forgotten everything that Gortash taught them before about being in the upper crust so Durge is totally lost and feels like a rabid wolf in a bowtie. However, the gang helps them where they can. Primarily, Wyll and Astarion. Lae'zel offers advice but it's never any good...

[howaboutcastiel]

The Teddy Bear (Jake Lockley x GN!Reader)

Request (paraphrased): The reader has a stuffed animal that they can’t sleep without. Embarrassed, they hide it away whenever their boyfriend, Jake, comes over. One day, despite the reader’s best efforts, Jake finds the plush toy. Fluff ensues.

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff. A bit of angst. PG-13 I’d say. Vague description of sex.

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s note: I took the liberty of making the reader gender-neutral. I hope that’s okay but I can’t really ask because it was an anonymous request. Also:

THANKS A BUNCH FOR 300 FOLLOWERS!! VALIDATION FEEDS THE TINY GREMLIN IN MY SOUL.

It had only been a month since you’d started dating Jake Lockley. Already, you felt like he was the best thing to ever happen to you. He showered you with affection every chance he got, acting as if the two of you had been together for your entire lives. Jake brought out the best in you. He treated you with love and respect and he drew out all the weirdness and vulnerability that you normally hid away behind thick protective walls.

That being said, there was one secret you couldn’t bring yourself to reveal to him. One pesky thing you felt the need to keep hidden away. It was a part of yourself that you would perhaps never let go. Hell, it was ingrained into your very being. But you were ashamed. And shame was one thing you couldn’t face from him. Not from your Jake.

Tucked in between the boring, adult-looking pillows that sat atop your full-sized bed was the source of all that turmoil. His name was Jefferson. A small, old, worn, patchy teddy bear that you had slept with nearly every night since adolescence. From the day you received little Jefferson, Christmas morning the year after you turned four years old, he occupied a permanent spot front and center on your bed. He was light brown, save for the plum-colored thread that made up his nose, with a checkered green bowtie and half-shank buttons for eyes.

Jefferson shared the bed with you every single night. He came with a baby blanket that matched the pattern of his tie, which you kept folded underneath him during the day and tucked beneath your pillow at night for good luck. It was more than just a ritual for you. You couldn’t sleep without those little shaggy arms tucked into your chest. Any night in your teens that you’d had to go without him, when you’d sleep away at a friend’s house or even in a hotel, you tossed and turned endlessly until the sun came up. Even now, well into your adult life, Jefferson never left your bed.

That is, except for when Jake Lockley came over. He’d only been to your apartment twice. Three times, if you would count only standing in the doorway to give you a cheeky kiss goodnight. You had never spent the night with Jake before; after all, a month wasn’t that long and you weren’t going to completely disregard the social norms of pacing a romantic relationship. That being said, you were getting to the point where it didn’t make sense for you to leave after a late night with Jake. It didn’t make sense for you to force him out, either.

When a make-out session on your couch had gotten particularly heated, you’d been struck in the chest by the realization that Jake would be making his way to your bedroom soon. Not that the thought of him shot any pain through your heart; it was that you knew Jefferson would be right there, staring at him as soon as he opened the door to your room.

It was silly. An adult who still slept with a stuffed animal with a blanket to match. A fully-grown person who still made the bed with their teddy bear propped up against the headboard each day. You had certainly heard the teasing before; your siblings had given you more than your fair share of grief. Even your mom had threatened to throw Jefferson out during the summer before you started high school. She insisted you were too old for toys—certainly too old to have names for them. Your childhood best friend was also averse to the idea, laughing right in your face when you brought the little bear to a sleepover sophomore year.

So when Jake was forced to pause for breath after abusing your mouth until his face turned blue, you took the opportunity to excuse yourself into your bedroom. He furrowed his brow at you, not used to seeing you flustered by him. He was a hard man to fool. A hard man to hide things from.

“I’ll just be a second, I promise.” You sang in his ear, tossing in a wink to hopefully disorient him as you swiftly dove into your room. There was no perfect hiding place; your apartment wasn’t exactly high-end. There was no ideal spot to tuck Jefferson away for the evening to come. Not wanting to take long enough to make your lovely boyfriend concerned, you settled for shoving the teddy and his little quilt to the farthest point underneath your bed. The duvet didn’t quite reach the floor, but it would have to be enough to conceal your little bedmate for as long as Jake decided to stay. Not quite satisfied, but distracted by the other cuddly man in your life, you positioned Jefferson as far from view as you could before creeping back out of your room and toward the sitting room where your boyfriend remained.

“Mi Amor,” Jake breathed a sigh as you returned to his line of sight. He drank you in like a man stranded in the desert, desperate for your touch and ravenous at the mere image of you in front of him. Still, he was a gentleman. “I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I? We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want, Mi Tesoro.”

My love. My treasure.

“No. It’s nothing like that, baby.” You cooed as you sat down on his lap, raking your fingers through his thick black curls. A ginger kiss found its way to his forehead, followed by a more lingering peck on his nose. “We can go as far as you want. I’m more than comfortable right now.”

And so you did go exactly as far as Jake Lockley wanted. You ended up exactly where you thought the two of you would be—atop your bed with nothing left but a few rogue articles of clothing strewn about the room. Both of you were drunken in love, feeling complete as your partner held you close and moaned and whimpered praises and sweet nothings. When you finally settled down, out of breath and more than satisfied with how the evening had unfolded, you figured that Jake Lockley would be as good a replacement as any to hold in your arms while your little teddy spent the night under your bed.

After about an hour, you stirred underneath Jake’s grip. Though he was the little spoon, he held you firmly in his grasp, hands wrapped around your forearms and legs folded neatly between yours. You tried to disturb him as little as possible as you wriggled yourself free from his hold. As much as you would have loved to just stay where you were, your bladder, unfortunately, had other plans. A lazy, disgruntled whine came from beside you as you sat up on the end of the bed, finding the balance to stand up.

“¿a dónde vas, cariño?” Jake rasped as you stood up from the bed. There was hardly any light in the room; you’d have to fumble your way to the bathroom door. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m just going to the bathroom.” A soft laugh broke apart your whisper. He could be so caring, it manifested itself in silly ways, including sleepy worrying. “I’ll be right back, baby. It’s okay. Just go back to sleep.”

You finally stumbled your way over to the entrance to your small en-suite bathroom. It only took you a minute or two to relieve yourself, though the lingering pull of sleep did make you move slower than normal. You blushed as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, half-dressed and disheveled from head to toe at the hands of your darling Jake. You smiled at the thought, the imagery still fresh and vivid in your mind.

That smile quickly disappeared as you opened the bathroom door. Your bedside lamp was on, revealing that Jake was sitting up, legs on the floor as he faced the wall opposite you. In his hands was an unmistakable piece of green checkered fabric, twisted delicately around his fingers. Your heart sank as he turned to the noise of the door opening.

He was holding Jefferson in his arms.

“Who’s this little guy, cariño?” His mouth was upturned into a dazed half-smile. You were sure that your face was bright red. You swallowed thickly as you approached the bed where he sat.

“He’s, umm—it’s nothing! Just a toy.” You grabbed him out of Jake’s hands, nervously tucking him underneath your arm as Jake scrunched his nose at you. Even in the dim light, there was no hiding the pink of your cheeks and the shame in your eyes.

“I think he’s cute.” He unwrapped the blanket from his fingers, re-folding it the way he had found it underneath your bed. “Why was he hidden under there? Did he fall off your bed?”

“What? No…” You couldn’t find your thoughts in your half-asleep brain. Jake seemed like he wouldn’t judge you for telling the truth; he’d just assumed that the teddy belonged on your bed anyway. You searched his face for any trace of ridicule, but all you saw were worried, soft brown eyes.

“I didn’t mean for you to find him. I was embarrassed for you to see him on my bed.”

“But why, Mi Vida?” He pulled you down into his embrace, tucking your knees around his torso as he braced your back with his open, calloused hand. “You think I would… what? Make fun of you? Think less of you?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.” You avoided his gaze, staring down at his chest as it rose and fell with his tempered breathing. “Most people think it’s kinda weird for someone my age to sleep with a teddy bear.”

Jake sighed as he dropped the blanket onto the duvet beside him. He used his now-free hand to cup your face, tipping your chin so you were looking into his eyes.

“I think it’s wonderful. It’s adorable.” He smiled sweetly, eyes crinkled in a surprisingly unpatronizing grin. “We all have things that help us get through the droll pain of adult life. I don’t think a teddy is all that weird, Mi Carazón.”

He planted a lazy kiss on your nose, snaking his hand to the side of your head. Your embarrassment was melting away by the second.

“And you act like being weird is enough to push me away.” A playful scoff left his lips. “Really? As if a stuffed bear could scare away this mess of a man.”

He pulled you forward as he let himself fall to the bed. You were careful not to put all your weight on him, turning over so that you could rest your head on his chest. He breathed a deep sigh of contentment and you could practically hear his smile. You pulled the bear out from under your arm, setting him adorably on top of Jake’s stomach.

“Now. You want to introduce me to this little guy?” He hummed into your ear as you balanced the stuffed animal on Jake’s warm, smooth skin.

“His name is Jefferson.” You pressed sheepishly into his chest. An unimaginable relief coursed through your body as Jake chuckled against you and took the bear in his hand, stroking your back soothingly with the other.

“Pleased to meet you, Jefferson. I hope you don’t mind sharing your bed with one more tonight.” He took his hand off your back for just a moment, reaching to turn the lamp off as you pulled the cover back over the both of you.

“I’d say he’s happy to share.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

About the wedding with iward request

"I think he would probably have a "fake" wedding. None of the papers, nothing changes, just.. he and his partner have a little mock party and have fun. Thats it. Its literally in their backyard, the only thing is he wears a bowtie. His partner can just put a white flower in their hair or wear a bowtie also if they want and. Thats it."

What if they happily arranged everything together? Reader baking the cake while Itward rambles about the preparations.... making fran the flowergirl..... palonthras is his best man.... midnight is the ringbearer..................

Flapping hands around

Reader, being overly dramatic, kissing Itward all over literally in front of everyone(the children!!) and boasting about how they now have the best husband in the world, how precious and perfect he is(their speech embarassed him too, but they tried to at least tone it down and just pour the feels in)....... pinning q flower on his hat..... clinging to his arm... laughing about how they're now newlyweds.... all that in a silly-willy-nilly way....... ouhfjdudh......auofociggdsbnnh.. ...........

Yummy cake pics:

Wedding shenanigans w/ itward!

YAHOO!!! I.. did not end up playing fran bow tonight; I kind of fell asleep early and woke up at 1am <\3 so uh... now it's nearly 2am, and I cant get back to sleep TToTT

Devours the cakes :3

A lot of what you said in the ask happens! Palontras is best man, mr midnight is ringbearer, and Fran is the flower girl! While it might not be an official wedding in terms of documents and legal stuff, the ceremony still holds the same sentiments I think..! Really the ceremony is more for you, if anything; I dont remember if I said it, but itward doesn't see marriage as the end all be all of relationships, so I'm not sure if he would really throw a pseudo wedding unless his partner wanted it

Gosh can you imagine getting married in ithersta? Like ithersta already is pretty, but imagine an area getting "the works" to make it for for the occassion

Since it takes place in ithersta, ziar is the "officiant"

Damn imagine having a king turn up to your own party

Itward makes you both matching rings to further push that point that you guys are dedicated to one another; plus I like to think itward likes showing off his skills and I hc that he makes rings so :3!

His eyes are all ●● throughout the entire ceremony, and I think thsts really sweet

His awkwardness/nervousness is still there though, hes probably fidgeting at the altar waiting for you to arrive

A bunch of people show up; of course theres palontras, fran, mr mightnight and ziar.. but I think cogwing and the great wizard would also be there! As well as a handful of itherstas citizens that I think you guys might be friends with

New hc has been struck, itward is friends with prooter (the blacksmith dude) and that's where itward got the materials for the rings

Thinks

He wears his very best suit, too I think..

[berrymoos]

there was no demand for this <- does not care /silly ,, these r shorter than my others bc i don't have many concrete thoughts but i still Love the concept

❝ ✦（🍬🎲♥️🃏🌶️）✦ ❞

♠️ ━ regressor husk headcanons!

with a bunch of caregiver angel.

angel is the only one he trusts w his regression & the only one who even knows, but even then the discovery wasn't intentional; a particularly unpleasant run-in with alastor had left him disassociative & angel checking in on him was the straw that tore the camel's back into a million shreds. may or may not have been husk's first time ever feeling small, too ... so emotions r definitely running high (i say may or may not bc i genuinely Do Not know /hj)

it's a bit awkward between them after that bc neither of them really know What The Hell just happened, but eventually they work it out <333

nicknames (all of which from angel, of course <3) include: huskie, baby(cakes), & honey(pie). husk just calls him angel or, if particularly unwilling to use proper words, uses a very specific chirrup. i feel like there's gonna be a point down the road where he calls him tony too (*´꒳`*)♡

(also he called him angie once & to this day angel has been unable to let it go!!!)

generally prefers to be alone when he gets fuzzy-brained; husk doesn't do much when he's small anyways—8/10 he's napping & the other 20 percent consists of him just lounging around—so it's not exactly like he needs anyone to watch over him. he does enjoy angel's company very very much tho

kinda sorta hesitant abt the whole regression thing bc he's used to looking after everyone else; it's a weird shift, going from the most observant in the room to being too fuzzy to keep up w everything. there's a niggling voice in the back of his head that tells him he shouldn't or can't regress, that he's gotta be the watchful one bc how can he be sure someone else will? while angel's comfort is quite helpful in this regard, the voice still comes back every once in a while

doesn't regress really often & there isn't a drastic change in demeanor; he's more relaxed & he prefers for his bowtie n hat to be off

regresses more at nighttime bc there's a lesser chance of someone else finding out; also highly prefers his room bc of the comfort in familiarity

no set age range, he just gets fuzzy & feels smaller sometimes!

pretty quiet yet still capable of speaking, but he tends to lean more into catlike noises & habits—like short hisses when he's angry or scraping his claws on sturdy objects. yes he purrs when he n angel cuddle. this happens a lot bc husk loves cuddles (and canonically quite cuddly [￣∇￣])

when he wants attention he bumps his head against angel's arm or chin

blankets himself with his wings whenever he's upset or sleepy

telltale signs of regression: fidgeting with his wings and/or tail & relying more on noises than words. he normally shuts himself off in his room the moment he feels that fuzz forming over his brain, tho

more of a chewer than a paci-user cus of his fangs, so angel bought him a chewelry necklace. the shape is a fish. huskie nor husker is amused but they both appreciate the gift tremendously

isn't insanely big on having a ton of regression gear in general honestly. he's got maybe two chewelry necklaces & one stuffed bird to his name; it resembles the one he had in childhood. i don't think it has a proper name?? maybe just birdie

ohmygod he is so easily entranced by magic / card tricks it's ridiculous. literally it does not matter if it's a master's level trick or the simple "is this your card?", he'll be taking it all in with the biggest kitty eyes imaginable

not exactly bratty or particular but if he doesn't like something he will let it be known. like if angel startles him with a surprise tickle to his ribcage husk gives him the nastiest glare imaginable. doesn't even growl or anything, he just. glares. and the point is shot across like an arrow

he is like rarely ever in time out bc he doesn't really do anything? husk's regression normally consists of him layin around / sleepin, so he's never really up to anything troubling. the only time he's ever been in timeout is the day he just decided to press angel's buttons to be irritating & angel put him in timeout to prove a point 💀

really likes bananas. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[snowgoldwaylon]

After All This Time - Russell Adler X Reader

Russell and the reader have been engaged for years. They end up having a son, which is why the wedding is delayed. But now, the big day is here!

TW: None!

"Mason Dallas Adler! It's time to get changed into your suit!" You yelled down the hallway, putting an earring in.

Today was the day! You had bells on today, as you were finally marrying the love of your life, Russell Adler. You met Russell one night while bar-hopping with a few friends, and he had you at hello.

Years later, you are getting married. You always knew, getting ready for this day was going to be a big challenge. You had the hair, makeup, decorating, catering, open bar, pictures, emotions, and wanting everything to go right. But the biggest challenge was getting your son dressed.

Mason Dallas Adler was born on March 25th, 1987. When you first discovered your pregnancy, you were scared. You were newly engaged to Russell, the midst of him at his peak in the CIA. But, Mason turned out to be the best thing in your life, and Russell's.

You remembered the times where you both laid in bed at night and discussed names. The names that you both agreed were amazing and had potential. And others, where you both completely ruled out.

Finally, after finding out you were having a boy, Russell and yourself picked a name that came from a very close friend. And just a few short months later, Mason Dallas was born. You remember telling Alex that your son's name was after him, and the place where Russell and you had fallen in love.

Mason ran into the room, his longish, groomed dirty blonde hair waving as he ran in. He wore a big smile on his face, laughing racking his whole body as his Auntie Helen Park chased him in the room. She was making funny sounds and a silly face mid-chase.

You quickly scooped the hyper little boy into your arms and smiled. His baby blues look at you with a look that had mischievously written all over them. You smiled at him and brushed his bangs to the side. You couldn't believe how much he looked like his father.

"Hi, baby! Are you ready to get changed to match daddy?" You asked.

Mason squealed and nodded.

"Yes, I am!!! Then can I go back to punching Uncle Frank?" He asked.

You laughed and sat him down. You pulled out his suit and handed him the outfit.

"Yes, you can baby. Now get dressed. Let me know if you need help with it." You said, turning the other way.

A few seconds later, you heard a struggle. You turned and saw Mason had his shirt on backward.

"No, I don't need help! I can get it!" Mason said.

You turned back around until you felt a tap. You turned, and saw Mason had completely dressed, he even had the bowtie the right way. You clapped and picked him up. You gave him a twirl in the air.

"You look so handsome, baby! Now, go find Uncle Frank. He'll be with you until daddy is at the end of the aisle. I love you bunches!" You said, kissing his cheek.

Helen took his hand and led him away. You began to slip your dress on and got it buttoned. You did some last-minute hair and makeup retouch and grabbed your flowers. Helen came back into the room, in her full hair and makeup.

You and Russell wanted a small wedding party. You chose Helen and a close friend, and Russell chose Frank and Alex. Keep it simple for your sanity. Helen came up to you and smiled.

"Today will be perfect. Quit worrying yourself or else you'll sweat. And then you'll need a wide berth before the ceremony!" She exclaimed.

"Thank you, Helen, I know. I just can't shake this feeling of anxiety. What if Russell just runs away. Or worse, forgets his vows?" You said.

She nodded her head and pulled you in for a hug.

"Y/N, Russell is too far in love with you to leave. Have you ever heard the way he talks about you? And Mason?" She asked.

"His desk is full of pictures. Pictures of you when you are least expecting a picture. Not in a creepy way, but you can tell he sees beauty in you at all angles. And the countless pictures of him and Mason are just precious. He's head over heels, Y/N." Helen said, a hand patting your back.

You shed a few tears. But you quickly regained yourself as you heard the clock bell chime. It was 5 PM, you needed to head out so you could walk the aisle. You all quickly lined up, ready for the walk. Russell and Mason went first. He was sharply dressed, and of course, rocked his signature aviators.

He wore a smirk. He was getting married and also proud of holding his son's hand while walking in. Frank walked next with your beloved dog, Rocket. Rocket is a beagle, and he loves attention. Next Alex walked with your other dog. He is a German Shepherd named Ace.

You couldn't have a wedding without your fur babies! Rocket and Ace were practically you and Russell's first kids. You both found them as strays wandering the back alleys of Houston, Texas. So, you caved and took them in.

The bridesmaids walked and waited. You came out and made your way to your awaiting husband-to-be. And your very hyper son, who was doing a really good job of staying respectful.

The ceremony went without a hitch, and the big kiss came. The crowd erupted into cheers and endless claps when Russell grabbed you, dipped you, and kissed you. This was a moment everyone had been waiting for, for a very long time.

You, Mason, and Russell were the first ones to walk back to the reception hall. All the guests filled in, and you all had your first family dance. Russell pulled you close, all while holding Mason in one arm.

Mason was older for being held but in a time like this? He was never too old for being held and loved. Especially by his parents. The reception went perfect, with Russell, Mason, your dogs, and friends all making the night into a fairytale.

After all this time, Russell still made you feel like a couple of teenagers in love. And that's what completed your fairytale.

Taglist: @smokeywhalee @wennbergbabe @goawaypleasecryingemoji @kazazure @americas-monster @kapanovangswife @xundeadqueenx @direwolfspostsrandomshit @justagenderfluidstuff

[daydream-believin]

The Never Ending Roadtrip (tie the knot)

summary: (part 1) / (part 8)  fem!reader joins Douxie on his quest for Nari’s safety, he’ll need company wont he? PART 7) two weddings in one day for our lovely wizard couple.

warning: swearing, maybe? prolly tho, alcohol, the us government

word count: 3149

a/n: the target audience here is def me. ahahjdd i hurt myself writing this, bon appetit

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Y/n let her eyes wander through the strange place. She supposed this was a pawn shop of sorts, but not one a mortal would patron. Or even know about. She wasn’t entirely sure how she got there herself. This was technically a basement. Grungy, yet somehow fancy? There was sand on the floor, and a giant floor to ceiling glass pane that made up an entire wall, letting patrons know they were in the bottom of the river Cohansey. Which would be beautiful, had this not been New Jersey. The water was murky, trash floating by with the occasional fish. Big, slimy green fish that looked like they could swallow an old lady’s chihuahua. Or maybe a toddler. There were shelves and shelves of either the shittiest junk you ever saw or things that looked like they belonged in an Egyptian tomb. Best not to touch anything. Y/n couldn’t clearly remember the entrance to this place, or entering, but that must have been a part of the concealment magic in place.

Douxie wasn’t kidding when he said they’d sign the papers tomorrow. He found himself acting fast, in case she changed her mind. She wouldn’t, of course. But just in case. While it would seem rushed to any outsiders, it didn’t feel so to him. Might as well have taken an eternity. A millennium. He had known her for years, was her best friend for years, he knew everything about her. She knew everything about him. It became much more apparent when suddenly she had the skill to do nothing but look at him and know something was amiss. Despite his best poker face he’d developed over the centuries, capable of fooling even the most observant of company. Not her. He had hoped she felt as strongly towards him as he her. He still had his insecurities and doubts, even if these rings could prove it.

He paid no mind to the big slimy green fish that flashed their large teeth to patrons. Douxie dug through the box of loose rings, looking for something specific, surely. Different enchantments, different curses, different styles, he needed to find the perfect pair. The sound of metal clattering was starting to become grating to the other patrons of the pawn shop. It was way too early for such clanging. Sure, it was afternoon, but still. Douxie had already found one for him, he just needed to dig around a little bit longer to find one for Y/n. He had already found several that could work, a bronze one shaped like tree branches around an emerald stone, a dainty silver braided band to bind, and an amethyst solitaire with calming qualities. None of these were right. Perhaps settling wouldn- Eureka, there it was. A nice gold band, the mate to the silver toned one for him, engraved with the matching runes, protection for them as they were together.

Douxie happily purchased the rings from the man behind the glass counter, to the relief of the other patrons. He found Y/n locked in a staring contest with one of those toothy fish. He pulled her away, assuring her that Fish don’t have eyelids, Love. Strange, she could have sworn that one did. He opened his palm, showing her the rings. She squealed, to the annoyance of the other patrons. They needed to get out of her before someone kicked them out.

They didn’t have to spend anything on dress/tux rentals, all thanks to Hisirdoux brand magic clothes. Y/n did manage to squeeze Archie into a little bowtie, much to the dragon-cat’s dismay. Y/n made sure to get a snapshot of it for archie_the_emo_kitty. Unlike Archibald, Nari was more than willing to boast formal wear. With all those wedding dresses she’d looked at with Y/n in mind, she begged Douxie to give her a little poufy green dress. Doux snuck in some smoky quartz as beading. Just a little extra protection never hurts. She was a very happy forest child, and spent a lot of time spinning around and around, fascinated by how the fabric flounced. She was very eager to do her part once Y/n explained to her what a flower girl was. Nari was going to be the best girl of flowers. Flowers grew from her hair.

The bowtie wrestled around Archie’s little neck matched the one around Douxie’s. Archie was technically the best man, of course. Some might think having a cat as your best man a bit sad, but there was no truer friend than Archie. And while Archie made them believe he was disgruntled at his state, this was only to preserve his pride. He would do anything if to make his brother, his familiar, smile. Even wearing a stupid blue bowtie and standing next to him during some sort of ceremony. Archie had to admit, he was surprised. Well, not surprised about them marrying, just that it was happening so soon. He knew his wizard’s heart could get ahead of him sometimes, so what was really surprising was learning that miss L/n proposed it. Perhaps those two were more alike than he knew.

Douxie looked really good in his suit, Y/n thought. Of course, anyone looks good in one, but Douxie looked extra good. Very handsome. It wasn’t a tuxedo, but he still opted for black with a little blue embroidery, and of course the blue bowtie. Very classic Douxie. Y/n wouldn’t have it any other way. He tried slicking back his hair but Y/n stopped him. No need to hide that perfect fringe, thank you. She braided a few of the strands down the side of it but not enough to obstruct it. There, that was good enough. Different but still the classic Douxie look. He laughed as she fussed with it. Some wildflowers he and Y/n picked earlier that morning were pinned to his lapel.

Y/n held a bunch of the same wildflowers in her hands. Not exactly a bouquet, but enough. She and Doux had woven some of them into crowns for each other to wear, respectively, for the day. It was a trollish tradition she thought was adorable. Picking the flowers together, weaving them into headpieces for the other to wear, a sort of unity thing. How beautiful.

Y/n actually made her own dress without Douxie’s help, as seeing the bride in her dress before the wedding was bad luck, after all. Douxie had taught her the spell, and she had been practicing an awful lot. It wasn’t perfect, but it did turn out to be exactly what she wanted. Y/n ran her hands down her sides, Not too frilly, not too sexy. Soft, sweet and romantic. And her. It looked like her. She hoped Doux would like it. He did.

She left her hair down. Douxie had made a comment once, way back when, that he thought it looked beautiful loose. She hadn’t meant for him to see it then. Douxie liking it was hard for fathom, considering her aunt had drilled into her head that loose hair was for loose minds, silly people not to be taken seriously. One’s hair should only be down when bathing or changing, especially not around others. In a way, leaving her hair loose like this was an expression of intimacy.

While they went to sign the papers officially in the eyes of the US government, the real wedding was out in the forest, with the trolls. Still, they figured they should tie their legal identities together, it’s not like a troll can actually officiate. Despite their legal identities being temporary and they would definitely have to forge new documents in half a century, they needed this for taxes and all that jazz. Y/n was going to make Douxie combine their bank accounts eventually. An efficient end to their ‘no, let me pay’ fights. But now wasn’t the time for finances. This was about love. And despite this not being the real wedding, Y/n still felt giddy.

The air in the courthouse smelled like dust and tobacco, and it felt like vague memories of confusion and bureaucracy. Strange memories, yet somehow nostalgic. At first the employees weren’t going to let Archie into the building, but once Douxie picked him up and showed him off, explaining that he was the best man, they couldn’t help but let him and his little bowtie in. That’s the thing about being cute, you often get away with murder.

Standing in front of the judge was daunting, even though Douxie knew he did nothing wrong. This time. He was just here to sign that marriage license. What a wonderful piece of paper, covered in calligraphy, stating that he legally belonged to Y/n and Y/n legally belonged to him. Such a fragile thing, in his hands. He would preserve it. Save it for centuries. The witness was a stranger, but that didn’t matter. Archie was the real witness, but alas cats have no power in court. Y/n blushed under Douxie’s gaze as they signed their names to the document. She looked ethereal in that dress, with the flowers in her hair. Even thought they were in a stuffy courtroom with people paying for traffic tickets, she was a goddess, standing here next to him, signing her soul to him. He would return the gesture with his whole chest. And he did.

They slipped the rings onto each other’s fingers, and it was done. Douxie looked back into Y/n’s eyes. His wife’s eyes. His heart may have stopped with that thought. His wife’s eyes.

Y/n was vibrating with energy as they left the courthouse. It was infectious, and soon Douxie was bouncing on his toes too. They couldn’t help but keep smiling. This was just the beginning. Time for the ceremony. Well, at least neither of them had to worry about cold feet. Y/n squeezed Douxie’s hand three times as they set off for the forest. He returned the gesture, kissing the top of her head for good measure.

Once they arrived at the shaded area the trolls had gathered in, Y/n sucked in a breath. It was just, so lovely. They were sitting in a circle, the center being where the wedding couple were to stand. Wildflowers decorated the ground. Nari had made sure they were arranged nicely. While Y/n didn’t know all of these trolls, she was delighted that most of her old pals were here. A few weren’t, but only because they hadn’t made it through the eternal night a few months ago. Surely their spirits were here. The atmosphere felt too much like love and support for them to not be. One of the trolls was strumming a lute of some sort. There was a baby troll who looked like they must have been carried here while they were napping and was now bewildered as to what was going on. Douxie may not know many of the trolls himself, but their presence felt right. And it made Y/n happy. A perfectly good reason for anything nowadays.

Y/n hooked her arm through Douxie’s as he led her to the center of the circle. The gentle lute music played as they kneeled, ready to begin. The music stopped and the officiant started. The officiant was an older troll, who could’ve rivaled Vendel in terms of ancientness. Neither Douxie nor Y/n payed him much attention, locked in each other’s gazes as he read off the sacred trollish wedding texts. A breeze blew through, blowing their hair, and a strand stayed in Y/n’s eyes even after it stopped. Douxie gently brushed it away, and was so caught up in the tender action he almost missed the officiant ask him to join his hand with Y/n’s.

“We are gathered here to witness the binding of two souls. Do you, Hisirdoux Casperan, and you, Y/n L/n, come here of your own free will, to be bound to each other in life and love for the rest of eternity?”

“Aye” Douxie and Y/n offered in unison.

“Then it shall be done.” The officiant tied the handfasting ribbon around their joined hands. A golden light shone through the ribbon, a little bit of magic.

Douxie placed his free hand under Y/n’s jaw. “You are the blood of my blood and the bone of my bone. I give you my body, and I give you my spirit. May you always drink from my cup. May I always be by your side through life and though that which comes after.” I will protect you always My Love.

Y/n was somehow able to catch her breath long enough to repeat the words back to him. “You are the blood of my blood and the bone of my bone. I give you my body, and I give you my spirit. May you always drink from my cup. May I always be by your side through life and though that which comes after.” You’ll never be lonely again Dewdrop.

“May the union now be sealed” Douxie and Y/n took this as a ‘you may now kiss the bride’ as trolls don’t kiss. Y/n was pretty sure trolls touched foreheads instead, as she’d seen Blinky and Arrgh do that often. She did as such to Douxie before kissing him. It slightly confused him, but he still recognized the affection.

There was no one there but them. Douxie deepened the kiss, melting into his beloved, his wife. Y/n matched it with fervor, but pulled away just as fast, almost making him whine. He opened his eyes, getting ready to pout, but was knocked back into remembering where he was. Oh, yeah, there actually were other people. His bad.

As the sun went down and the reception started, many trolls said many things and yet Douxie had no idea what was being said. He found it very hard to focus on anything that was not Y/n in this moment. A celebration was being had, yet the only important thing was the hand clasped in his and the cool feeling of metal he would soon get used to. He couldn’t wait to get used to it, as if it were nothing but a part of his skin. He could vaguely make out what song the lute troll was currently playing, one that reminded him of his younger years, and boy, did he feel young next to Y/n.

He led her into a dance, as this was a song perfect for dancing, of course. Y/n laughed. She hadn’t expected their first dance to start so soon. The light of the setting sun cast an orange glow as they flitted around joyously. At the end of the song, Douxie lifted Y/n and spun her around. A few nearby trolls, already drunk on bright green grog, raised their mugs and gave a cheer. A toast, one supposes. Y/n giggled at how quickly Douxie put her down after that, face flushed.

The red, orange, and yellow leaves of the trees around them seemed to be amplified by the sunset. It was one of the most beautiful things Y/n had seen, and perfect ambience for the best day of her life. The sound of the lute songs, birds chirping, and trolls chattering was the sound track. She’d play it on repeat if she could. She could feel Douxie’s shoulder brushing hers, and smell the comforting scent of cloves that clung to him. With every peck she could taste the red wine on his lips.

Now that the sun had gone down, magic candles were lit throughout, lighting the festivities. The trolls took this as the signal to bring out the food and start the feast. And feast they did. Nari was very interested in their food, and while Y/n wasn’t very positive she should let the veggie lady eat half of whatever this stuff was, Y/n didn’t care to police her this day. Nari can suffer the consequences of her curiosity for once. Y/n was too busy being wrapped up in Doux.

There was a very tall cake, resting on a flat rock. Must be one of Jim’s recipes he taught them while he was with them. Or it was a traditional troll recipe. No matter, wizard digestive systems are pretty strong and stranger things had been eaten. It was decorated beautifully, with the wildflowers and florets of what was either icing or plaster. Either way it would be delicious, whether it be made with flour and spices or gypsum and cat blood. Whatever it was, it smelled heavenly as Y/n smashed it into Douxie’s pretty face.

He should have been expecting that. He had hoped she’d be sweet and gently feed him but he supposed the temptation was too great for his mischievous bride. A cheshire cat grin replaced his adoring expression as he grabbed a glob himself and smeared it across her features in retaliation. Y/n burst out laughing, grabbing him by the collar to kiss him and get them even more messy. Douxie’s lips tasted sweet, so it must be one of Jim’s icing recipes. Archie was glad he over by the rock and not next to them, in the splatter zone.

The dancing lasted all night. The candles, the full moon, and the stars cast a romantic glow to the celebration. The full moon was the perfect moon, a blessing for their big day. Douxie was very thankful for lute troll, this is exactly what he pictured his wedding sounding like when he was a boy. He twirled Y/n around effortlessly and endlessly, he wasn’t sure he’d ever tire of this. Her soft hands in his, he absolutely knew he’d never tire of. The trolls taught them a few of their traditional dances too, Y/n seemed to really have fun with those. At one point, Y/n danced with Nari, a cheerful little ditty, and Douxie thought it was the new most adorable thing he’s ever seen. It was cuteness overload, he may have to go sit down for a bit and let his heart catch up with him. However, It wasn’t long before Y/n pulled him back onto the dance floor once again.

After the feast was devoured, conversation lulled, and the music faded, the trolls packed up and headed back to trollmarket. The light of the candles was getting dim. Still, Douxie and Y/n stayed, swaying in each other’s arms. The music may have left, but they didn’t need it. They hummed to each other as Douxie leaned over to Y/n’s ear, to sing her a song he had written for her, not too long ago. She could feel his breath on the shell of her ear as he whispered the words meant just for her. Y/n let her eyes slip closed as this man, her husband, sang his heart to her in this private moment. She wished she had a poem prepared for him. Sure, she’d written plenty, but none of the words seemed quite strong enough anymore.

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

Been having a weird/off week. But you know what’s made it better?

Spending some more time in Midvale with Supergirl Ep. 6x06, “Prom Again!”

Spoilers!

So! Last week was the fun shenanigans/set-up, THIS WEEK we get the emotional pay-offs and oooooh. So good. So good.

Historically, Supergirl kinda struggles to stick its landing when it comes to paying off its set-ups, but I think this episode is really solid in that regard.  

And thus, we begin! With the forest showdown! And I love it. Love every part of it. Love Kara flying in and freeing Nia and Brainy with her heat vision, love that one of Kenny and Kara’s go-to plays is called ‘Speed Racer’, love Brainy’s whole, ‘my buddy’s gonna BLAST YA if you don’t cooperate’ and Kara just. Threatens the bad guys from the shrubbery.

She’s supposed to be scary and intimidating with the heat vision eyes but dagnabbit...it’s just kind of cute.

Last week I completely forgot to mention how much I love that Kenny and Kara have go-to plays WITH NAMES. (NERDY names at that!) And also that Alex is so exasperated by it.

JUST YOU WAIT, KIDDO. 

Fast forward to the Fortress and everyone’s happy! The day is saved! The timeline is restored! Alex apologizes for being a bit of a grouch!

*cough* understatement *cough*

And Brainy doesn’t get the fist bump, d’awwwww. XD

Nia has a lovely chat with Kara wherein SHE is the elder hero who inspires the youths. Nice. NICE.

And THEN, the first of some good Danvers Sisters scenes...we’ll call this one ‘the mini-van chat.’ 

Kara apologizing about the ‘Zookeeper fight-y thing’ and the GLASSES FIDGET.

Shout out to the writers, who were ON-POINT with the dialogue for both parts, and shout out to the young actresses as well. It’s...honestly uncanny, how well they nailed playing Kara and Alex. 

(I mean, we knew this already, of course, but GOSH. What a wonderful showcase. So, so glad, that we got such a large Midvale story in the final season.)

Right, so, another dialogue highlight from the mini-van chat (but like, not in a silly way. More in a, ‘oh wow that’s very sweet’ way) Alex, to Kara about her choice: ‘It’s the right one because you made it.’

THESE KIDS.

Then we go to Nia and Brainy on the Legion Cruiser!

Nia’s outfit? Outstanding. Brainy’s mask? Admittedly a little distracting because it didn’t look like it was fitting quite right.

But A+ song choice for their dance, show. 

(Really, A+ song choices across the board. You can tell they were absolutely LOVING getting in all those needle drops.) 

And then we discover--ALL IS NOT WELL! THE TIMELINE IS STILL BROKEN!

Cat Grant has released the aliens! And she has been captured! And yet she remains heckin’ fearless!

Love that she calls Mitch ‘Mr. Blue Sky.’

It took me a while to warm up to this ‘new’ version of Cat Grant but this episode really gave her some fun stuff to do and yep, I dig it. Great stuff. 

Meanwhile, back at the prom...

I'm taking this moment to applaud the Supergirl folks for their very nice workarounds for ‘crowded’ locations this season thus far. The episodes have never felt like, overtly obvious in terms of Covid protocol impacts (I mean there are a few scenes here and there where you’re like, ‘oh, yeah, this is set up in this specific way to probably account for some production changes) but I’ve never felt that the episodes are losing anything, you know?

Case in point! Two episodes, set in a crowded high school! But most of the stuff takes place before/between classes, or outside!

(Specifically enjoyed all the outdoor stuff and natural lighting. It’s not quite the same as that LA sunshine, but. Still nice.)  

Anyways, in “Prom Again!” the action/discussions are set in the hallways/classrooms outside of the actual Prom. Inobtrusive! Makes sense for the story! Doesn’t compromise!

Gold stars for everyone. 

Kara and Kenny are BOTH unrelentingly cheesy--Kara even says as much--and it’s wonderful.

‘Hey Stargazer.’ Kara, you smooth operator you.

Shout out to Kenny’s bowtie, it’s great.

...Shout out to Kenny in general.

(Like, Will is great, but he’s got a lot to live up to, now.)

So FURTHER PROOF THAT THE TIMELINE IS BUSTED: Kara is going to stay in Midvale!

:O

Me, knowing full well that Kara has to go to National City, but also being...just a liiiiittle bit team Kenny: 

And then...THE METEOR!

That Kara just. Body-slams.

It reminded me of another Danvers, who also body-slams some space stuff:

But UNLIKE Kara’s cross-company cousin, this particular move does not end well!

Because there’s KRYPTONITE! And also, a CLOAKED SPACESHIP, BLOCKING THE FALLING METEOR DEBRIS! And, you know, ALIEN HUNTERS THREATENING HIGH SCHOOLERS! And Kenny SACRIFICES HIMSELF FOR KARA!

(Well, okay. It’s tonight but you get the idea.)

Poor, sweet Kenny. Who feels WAY out of his depth as he’s imprisoned alongside Cat on the alien ship...but it does bring us one of her patented ‘tough love pep talks.’ Wherein she calls Kenny brilliant.

And also, Kendall.

Never change, Cat. Never change.

Also, “Go, go.”

Okay, some more rapid fire specifics that I enjoyed so that this list doesn’t get...too? Long? ...No promises.

Smol Kara squaring her shoulders in that classic Kara Super Pose! 

Alex being able to pick a lock!

Kara using the reflected sunlight from the moon to heal!

‘That’s an 80% failure rate’ ‘Oh yes it’s terrible.’

The scene where the police have Kara, and Alex comes rushing out all, ‘that’s my sister!’ and Kara’s gonna just RISK EVERYTHING to fix this?

100/10, excellent, love to see that Danvers Sisters angst in the Worst Timeline. Also? Alex’s desperate little headshake, silently pleading for Kara to NOT DO THE THING???? Devastating. In the best way.

‘The world will know that name...Keira.’ 

No Plutonian Landshark sightings!?!? Not even a graphic on a computer screen? FOR SHAME!

(Personally, I’m imaging that they look like Jeff, pictured below.)

Kara stowing away on the Cruiser, and her very cute, ‘Don’t be mad!’

Her entire speech about her future--She’s just seventeen! She doesn’t have her driver’s license yet! Eliza’s only let her do the laundry once! She’s not even sure she can make rice!

(Eliza, I love you, but for Pete’s sake, let your kid do her own laundry.) 

Brainy and Kara trying to play it cool upon being discovered by Kenny and Alex! 

Their story involving an excess of formal wear!

Nia inspiring Cat to start CatCo, and telling her she’s CAT FREAKIN’ GRANT!

“If you say Lois Lane I will expire.”

Wait, did I mention the lucid dreaming power yet? ...Nia’s lucid dreaming power!

The entirety of Kara and Kenny’s talk in the gym!

Kara in the Worst Timeline tell Alex, ‘you don’t have to shout’. And then in the Fixed Timeline: ‘inside voice please.’

And she quotes Monty Python that lil GOOBER.

THE WHOLE EPISODE(S) was a GOSHDARN DELIGHT, I TELL YA. (Did I say that last week? I might’ve said that last week, but I don’t care.)

And now, some slightly more in-depth, overall thoughts:

So, How ‘Bout Them Danvers: Not surprisingly, the girls end up in, if not the exact same place as the end of “Midvale”, then pretty darn close. I’m trying to avoid, like. All of fandom, these days, but unfortunately, the bad takes are numerous, and often untagged. So I did see a bunch of people insisting that Kenny living ‘ruined the Danvers’ relationship’ and that the show is ‘taking away everything that makes Kara Kara’

To which I say:

In the broadest terms, what needs to happen by episode’s end to match up with “Midvale”, and prep the kiddos for the stuff that happens in the Pilot - Kara needs to put the aspirations of super-ing on the backburner, and Alex needs to like. Not hate Kara, but also be committed to helping Kara keep her secret, you know...secret. 

All of these things are set up. I repeat: All. Of. Them.

And Kenny didn’t have to die!

(I will admit, I chuckled that they so blatantly teased an untimely demise for him...because I know it will annoy select corners of fandom.

Muhahahahaha.)

But anyways, back to those key ingredients for making a ‘Danvers Sisters in the same emotional place they were in @ Midvale’s end’ soup: Alex deals with that simmering resentment. Seeing Kara handle herself well in a super-ing context gives her that little, ‘hey, this isn’t so bad!’ outlook.

BUT INTERESTINGLY, in the Fixed Timeline, Alex and Kara don’t have that chat in the supply room, where Alex is like. ‘You CANNOT reveal your powers, BAD THINGS will happen if you do.’ 

That is saved for the Pilot!*

MEANWHILE. The Kara ingredients! She puts super-ing on hold. 

Her chat with Kenny functions as a replacement for her chat with J’onn-as-Not!Alura, in the sense that it’s here that she reveals that she didn’t choose to come to Midvale, she didn’t choose these powers. 

(...I can already sense fandom using those lines to prove their end-of-series theories and like. Ugh. Ugh.) 

But anyways. It’s also here that we get shades of Pilot!Kara, what with the season one conflict of being Super vs. being normal. 

It’s ALL THE SAME STUFF.

Fandom needs to like. Chill. 

And their (fake) concern for Kara’s characterization is entirely misplaced, because this was a really wonderful showcase for Kara in particular.

Like. The first episode was really Nia’s time to shine, and we still got solid Brainy and Nia action in this episode!

But man. That good Kara content.

THE CONTENT I CRAVE!

So speaking of good Kara content in particular, I LOVED Kara’s prom dress. It's got both a SKIRT. AND PANTS!

Amazing.

I know nothing of fashion, but it was very cute, very girly, and okay. Though I hate the comic, the one thing I actually liked about Future State is Kara’s costume. This was similar!

(Thank goodness it looked nothing like the prom dress from Rebirth. That...was a bit of a train wreck.)

(Look, not all comic artists are great clothes designers, it’s just how it is.)

We see the empowerment theme come up with Kara inspiring Kenny; he describes her as ‘an amazing light in a world of darkness’ and tells her that, ‘you changed me, Kara Zor-El.’

We love to see it. 

They also agree that stargazing and Monty Python make for the perfect prom these absolute NERDS I love them.

*Quick wibbly-wobbly, timey-whimey note WRT making this episode ‘fit’ with the Pilot: I’m not saying that it 100% does. There’s already the change with the Kryptonite, and the added info/awareness of the DEO. 

Those little changes, though, don’t really impact the overall arc of Kara and Alex, the way the emotional stuff might. 

Thus! The ‘Pilot’ of Earth Prime, and in fact, the ENTIRETY of the show’s run thus far most likely involved little differences throughout, but the emotional core is very close, if not the exact same.

BUT EITHER WAY, it doesn’t matter, because our Kara and Alex are still our Kara and Alex thanks to the multiple sets of memories! 

(So all of fandom’s freaking out is for naught. As it almost always is.) 

I bring this up because, again, as much as I talk about setting stuff up for where we find Kara six years from now--this Kara is a little different! She comes across as more confident, something Izabela Vidovic mentioned in an interview, when discussing her approach to playing Kara this time around. 

And now, Alex: Admittedly, she gets less focus as like, a solo-entity in these episodes--she really is there to serve the more Kara-centric plot. Personally, it didn’t bother me too much because outside of these flashback episodes, Alex has had some solid development and screen time, so. It balances out.

And the scenes we did get with those 2? Solid. Top tier. There was even a couch scene! Like, technically. Because there was a couch in the supply room. XD  

Spotlight on Kenny: fandom kinda loves to insist that all the men on Supergirl are trash, because, ya know. 'Feminism’ or whatever. It’s ships, it’s always ships. But, in fact! The dudes on Supergirl? Are actually wonderful! And Kenny is another example of a guy who isn’t afraid to be emotionally vulnerable, who 1000% supports Kara, but is also like. His own person. 

GOOD JOB, SHOW. GOOD JOB.

Brainy too, had some really nice stuff in terms of dealing with his emotions!

And it’s Brainy who gives us our closing line, as Nia asks him how he’s feeling now that they’ve accomplished their mission:

“Hopeful.”

NOICE.

In conclusion! “Prom Night” and “Prom Again!” were EXCELLENT! They had heart! They had stakes! They had the promised time-travel do-over alluded to in the titles! Outstanding performances from the entire cast! Tthe ‘young’ versions of characters in particular! And I WILL be watching these episodes on repeat throughout the three-month hiatus! XD

But before the Super Friends take their break: NEXT WEEK! The Quest for Kara Concludes!!!

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Homecomming - Brendon Urie x Reader

Request: I just had this idea I had to share if you are taking requests (got inspired by a video)Imagine the reader tries to pranks Brendon urie their boyfriend/husband with a fake prom. They set up everything getting dressed from thrift stores a tux for brendon and the whole house is covered in confetti and just a bunch of stuff to surprise him when he comes home. But when he does Zack is with him and zack is like wtf and Brendon is just so happy and the reader makes zack record them and Brendon’s dance

Reader: female (implied?)

Warnings: alcohol

Word count: 1 504

A/N: I fucking love Quickstep, okay?

Brendon was feeling bad. He knew he shouldn’t. But he was anyway. The one evening you had been looking forward to for almost a year now, and he was not there. Yesterday had been the annual prom of the dancing school you worked at, and you had been beyond excited to go there with him. And he even had managed to get the label only to book concerts so he could be home in time for him to accompany you, but then his flight had gotten canceled, and the next had gotten delayed, and eventually he was a day late.

He knew you had gone alone, since you were a dancing teacher you had to turn up, partner at your side or not. You had sent a couple of pictures, of the ankle long, beautifully elegant dress you had worn, of the difficult up-do you had managed all by yourself, and eventually a video of the dancefloor with dozens of couples dancing a romantic rumba.

Of course Brendon would never be as good at dancing as you were, after all it was your job (and the one time he had seen you teach a class had made it obvious to him that this job was the thing you were destined to do in life). But still he would have loved to see you in that dress, have been able to place his hand sneakily at your bare back, where the dress was showing off your skin so beautifully, would have wanted to help you out of the car, and watch you all evening long, the smooth fabric gently moving around your body, while you gracefully made your way through crowds as if they were nothing but shadows. And maybe he could have even stolen a dance or two from you, trying not to feel too silly knowing that, from the men you were encountering on a daily basis, he was the worst dancer.

But because his flight had been canceled he was now mopping around on the backseat of a cab, Zack sitting next to him with an almost amused smile.

“You’re like a toddler, you know that,” the body guard asked, secretly glad he was able to get rid of the pissed of musician soon. The tantrum Brendon had thrown at the airport in private between the two of them yesterday had been beyond annoying, and while Zack knew how important it was to Brendon to prove to you that he was a good husband, he could not help but eventually be annoyed by it.

“I know,” Brendon sighed.

“I texted her, she knows we’re coming in a couple of minutes,” Zack informed, looking out of the window. The streets from the airport to Brendon’s home were familiar by now.

When the cab eventually pulled up in front of the house, Brendon could not get out of the car quickly enough. It was already late in the evening, so seeing the blinds drawn at the windows of the house worried him. Were you asleep already? He had been looking forward to talking to you before going to sleep.

“Want me to help you with your luggage,” Zack offered, and Brendon quickly nodded, taking one of the suitcases by the handle, and walked up to the house.

As quietly as possible, he unlocked the front door, and realised in relief that the lights in the living room were still on while soft music was playing.

“Baby, I’m home,” he called into the corridor, kicking off his shoes carelessly into a corner, and walking into the living room.

He had walked into his living room many times before, but never had it looked like this.

Along the shelves and the mantelpiece, on the table and the window stills burning candles were lined up, filling the room with warm orange light. He wanted to make a joke about the pentagram on the floor missing, but in that moment you stepped into the room as well, and that took his breath away.

You were wearing the dress you had sent him photos off, but the pictures did no justice to your beauty. It did not happen very often for Brendon to be left speechless, but in that moment he was. He could not remember having seen you this beautiful and elegant since your wedding. Now your hair was done up again, pearls reflecting golden light from your hair, a soft glimmer coming from the delicately applied lipstick you were wearing. The dress gently swung around your legs as you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and gazing at him for a while. His hands immediately found their way to your waist, like an instinct.

“Glad you’re home,” you whispered and were leaning in to kiss him, when Zack burst into the house.

“What the hell is that,” he wondered, looking around with furrowed brows.

Brendon could not help but feel annoyed. Couldn’t he see the moment was intimate?

“Well,” you pulled away from Brendon, walking over to the couch table where you had placed two glasses and a bottle of wine, “I thought since Brendon couldn’t make it to the prom yesterday, we could do our own little prom here tonight.”

Pouring wine into the two glasses, you walked back over, and handed one to Brendon, offering the other one to Zack, who denied.

“You’re weird,” Zach shrugged.

“It’s amazing,” Brendon grinned, finally escaping his surprise, and placing the glass aside in order to pull you into a hug, “I love it so much!”

You giggled a little, very likely the sweetest sound Brendon would ever know.

“I’m glad you like it. Self-made pizza is in the oven for later, and there is your favourite pudding in the fridge as desert,” you informed.

“You’ve gone all out, haven’t you,” Brendon laughed, gently kissing your hair.

“I have,” you agreed, “We even have a perfect playlist full of our favourite songs to dance to, and your tuxedo is upstairs on the bed.”

“I’ll be back in a sec,” Brendon decided, and quickly ran out of the room, up the stairs.

“You know how to make him happy,” Zack rolled his eyes, “He’s been in the worst mood since he found out he’d miss the prom.”

“It’s a tradition to go,” you shrugged, “I know it’s important to him.” You took a small sip from the glass of wine Zack had denied. “What?”

Confused you gestured towards Zack who was watching you with a raised eyebrow.

“The two of you are the worst couple I know. You know each other so fucking well, can read each other’s thoughts even, and are so sweet together, I’m getting caries from just looking at you together!”

Taking another sip from the glass you smiled knowingly.

“I’ll take it as a compliment.”

A few moments later Brendon came running down the stairs again, dressed in the black tuxedo, still trying to tie his bowtie correctly.

“I’m ready! Prom can begin,” he announced excitedly.

Laughing you stepped in front of him, and finished tying the bowtie for him.

“Sorry, I don’t got a tux for you, Zack,” you smiled when you turned to the other man.

“Nah, I’d rather get home. Enjoy the time alone you two,” he shrugged, still obviously confused about what was going on with you to organise such a thing.

“Before you leave,” you quickly called for Zack who was already on his way to the door, “could you take a couple of pictures?”

You pointed to the camera on the side table by the living room door, and compliantly Zack snapped a couple of photos before eventually saying good night, and leaving. When the door fell into its lock behind him, Brendon turned to you.

“Got you all to myself now,” he grinned, and pulled you into his arms, gently kissing you.

The fabric of his tuxedo was not yet warm, only cool, rigid fabric underneath your fingertips.

“Should I put on some music,” you eventually asked, not quite able to tear your eyes away from Brendon’s lips.

“Definitely,” he agreed, and reluctantly let go of you, allowing you to head over to the stereo where you plugged in your mobile and chose a song from a playlist. Almost immediately the upbeat rhythm of a Quickstep sounded through the living room, the music getting Brendon eager to dance along immediately. Thank god the living room was big enough.

Quickly he jumped over to you, and placed his hand on your shoulder blade, taking hold of your hand with the other. You placed your free hand on his upper arm, and smiled at him, while he pulled you close into the correct stance which you had taught him years ago. On the right beat he started dancing, guiding you through the living room, his body and yours skilfully moving to the music, and right here, right now, he was rather glad he had missed the prom yesterday, and gotten to dance with you like this instead.

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The Gala (OH, Harper x F!MC)

Nobody asked for a sequel of Unexpected News (& Misunderstandings as well) but I wrote it anyway! As my confidence in a good Book 2 for Open heart decreases every day, I found myself missing my non-canon slowburn pairing and voilà: the night of the gala brings some good news and an unexpected -and long waited- turn of events for Dr. Emery and Dr. Valentine. Special thanks to Kyra :D

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Word Count: 2250

Disclaimer: For previous chapters of the Harper x F!MC, check my masterlist (too lazy to post all the links her) + I mentioned Avery Wilshere, in this fic it will be a male Avery as I pictured it male in my Platinum playthrough, sorry for that!

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The Edenbrook Hospital Fundraising Gala was in full swing. Everything was surprisingly running smoothly: Dr. Naveen Banerji gave a gracious and inspiring keynote speech, acknowledging and praising the hard work of the medical staff and encouraging patrons to support research and the new pioneering programs in favor of the community launching soon. The gala guest Avery Wilshere took the stage and echoed his words, remembering how the doctors of Edenbrook went above and beyond to cure and eventually save the life of one of his dearest friends before charming the audience with his soft voice and ballads.

Dr. Valentine had never been to a gala before: she felt thrilled and awkward at the same time standing there, in a fancy hall, dressed to the nines eating canapes and sipping expensive wine. Shaking hands with embarrassingly rich people and trying to look her best professional self while enjoying the party. She took a moment to check in on her friends. A soft smile drew on her lips as she spotted Sienna and Danny slow dancing downtempo and lost in each other's arms on the dance floor. Not far a visibly smitten Phoebe was adjusting Elijah's bowtie, spreading a blush over Dr. Greene's cheeks. Seeing her friends happy and in the company of their loved ones comforted her, a content feeling taking in inside her. Then she noticed Bryce and Jackie bantering at the bar and shook her head laughing. She rejoiced again seeing the shade of pink on Aurora's face as she shyly nodded and squeezed closer to a smiling Raphael for a selfie. It was so endearing how the young Dr. Emery still struggled a little to come to terms with the genuine affection all of them showed her, to people around her age willing to include her, Aurora, without ulterior motives than to enjoy her company.

Now it was her turn. She took a quick nervous look to Kyra who just nodded and winked in encouragement. I suppose you don't exactly have a choice, self, she thought, sighing to steady herself and turn. She surfed through the crowd, flashing quick smiles to fellow doctors as she passed by...until she saw her. The breath caught in her throat as she froze in place: Harper was glowing in an elegant blue dress - blue navy was definitely Harper’s favorite color- and finely jeweled, crimson over her perfectly shaped lips. The Head of Neurosurgery was in the company a bunch of doctors and wealthy patrons: she looked perfectly at ease, chatting and sipping a glass of champagne. Dr. Valentine diverted her eyes, pondering her options.

Nah, maybe it wasn't the right time. It was silly, maybe she should leave and..

But it was too late: when she raised her eyes again, she met Harper’s, looking in her direction. She gave her a quick smile and a nod, that Meredith immediately mirrored still wondering if she should just keep walking and pretend she wasn’t just passing by. Dr. Emery anticipated her once again. The neurosurgeon graciously excused herself and parted from the group, heading straight towards the young fellow.

“Hello, Valentine. Enjoying the party?” she greeted her with a smile.

"Oh yes, it's..." Meredith's eyes wandered around the hall looking for the right words. "Amazing. And impressive. Dr. Banerjii and the board went above and beyond for this gala night"

"Indeed" Dr. Emery agreed, following Meredith's gaze before looking back at her. "I noticed that Naveen and Ethan showed you off to the VIP guests over here"

A light blush spread over Valentine's face as she minimized.

"They just introduced me, I wouldn't go that far...but it was kind of them, I guess"

Harper flashed a quick smile as if she was expecting that kind of answer.

"I'm glad they did. After all you've been through, you deserved a little victory lap, Valentine"

"Do you think so?" Meredith sighed.

"You know me: have I ever said anything I didn't mean?"

Meredith offered a weak smile and shook her head in response. Then she remembered her chat with Kyra and she felt conflicted again, but Harper was giving a look filled with curiosity as if she read her mind and knew, just knew that she was keeping something from her.

"Actually, Dr. Emery I was kind of...hoping to bump into you"

"Really? What's the matter?" Harper asked, shifting slightly to listen more carefully.

“This is…embarrassing, very silly I should probably-” Meredith started but froze mid.-sentence.

“I’m sure it’s not. So?” Harper inquired, taking a sip of her champagne.

“Well…” Meredith swallowed hard and fiddled with her own hands “I somehow got involved in a bet”

“A bet?” Harper echoed, flashing her an enigmatic and slightly amused smile. “What kind of bet, if I may? Please tell me it has nothing to do with scalpels because I don’t have one in my purse. Stupidly I forgot to bring them to the gala”

“Oh no” Valentine chuckled. “It’s…Kyra, the girl over there….she bets that I...well that I would never have the guts to ask you to dance”

“Oh” Dr. Emery raised a surprised eyebrow to her before cocking her head to look over Valentine’s shoulder.

On the other side of the room, a young woman wearing a colorful turban excitedly waved at her with a big smile.

“And what did she ask you to do if you failed?” Harper asked, waving back at Kyra.

“Running the upcoming Boston marathon on her behalf”

“Well, I was expecting something worse to be h-”

“Barefoot and wearing a t-shirt that says ‘too chicken to ask Dr. Emery to dance’”

Harper gave her a long look before both of them burst into laughter.

“I know it sounds ridiculous but it’s also tragic on my end” Meredith chuckled.

“It seems you have quite a lot to lose here, Valentine. Now the question is…what are you gonna do?”

“W-what do you mean?” Meredith asked suddenly less confident than before.

Harper gave her an amused smile and leaned a bit closer:

“You haven’t asked me to dance yet. If that’s what you wanted to do”

“Oh, yeah, right!” Meredith mumbled before recollecting herself.

The notes of one of Avery's most loved song started playing in the background as if on cue, eliciting a round of applause and cheer from the audience.

“Will you dance with me, Dr. Emery?”

Harper gave her one of her long looks before breaking into a smile and stopping a man in a dashing tuxedo passing by.

“Grant, dear, sorry. Would you mind holding that for me?” she asked, handing him her glass.

“Sure, Harper. Hitting the dance floor?” he asked winking at the two of them.

“I think so” she smiled back.

“Cool, just don’t ask for your drink later, Harper! Have fun, ladies!” he said with a huge grin before being approached by another patron.

Dr. Emery shook her head and turned towards Meredith, flashing a smile.

“Shall we?”

Meredith's knees threatened to give in as Harper gently grazed her arm, a light touch that made her heart flutter, but she managed to keep walking and mirror the neurosurgeon's smile.

Kyra later smiled to herself observing the two women dancing in the crowd, slowly letting themselves go and forget about the gala, being more confident around each other only to fall into an awkward silence as they swayed to the beat of  Avery's signature song, Lift Me Up

I tried to resist you I tried to keep my distance I tried to play it cool I'm no match for your persistence

I knew it, she beamed as a few songs later they moved to the bar arms in arms and spent the rest of the night chatting and laughing, Meredith gesticulating, too lost in some kind of deep conversation to be nervous, and Harper, listening carefully resting her chin in her hand.

They were still together when the gala came to an end, walking side by side into the parking lot among the multitude of doctors and guests exchanging parting greetings and a last round of chats.

"Who would have thought that a gala could be so much fun?" Harper commented, smiling to herself.

"Thanks for saving me from the deadly dull of patron conversation" she whispered conspiratorially, leaning closer to Meredith so that only she could hear.

"Anytime! But I should be the one thanking you: you saved me from the most disastrous and embarrassing Boston marathon ever" Meredith giggled.

"Yeah...I must say it would have been quite a sight. I can see the headlines-"

"No, it would have been awful, thank you!" Meredith interrupted her before laughing again. "You're an awful tease Dr. Emery, you know that right?"

Harper just shrugged and smiled.

"But I must admit I'm glad you decided not to run the marathon" she took a brief pause as if to ponder her words or to cherish the realization that just crossed her mind and made her smile to herself, almost shyly. "It's been ages since I had a night like this. Of course, it wasn't all fun, there were work duties too but...dancing, actually having a good carefree conversation with someone, that's rather unusual for me these days. Well, in a while, to be honest. I almost forgot how it was and I missed it. Thanks, Valentine"

The soft shift in her tone was so earnest that left Meredith a bit puzzled as a flashback of Mr. Linen Suit leaving Edenbrook with Harper. Maybe the date didn't work out?

"No need to thank me, it was my pleasure. I had a great time too, it was nice spending time with you outside work. Well, more or less as you said"

A light shade of pink colored her cheeks.

"You mean it?"

Meredith turned: seeing Harper surprised that someone might enjoy her company outside work, her personal self talking of ordinary stuff not the myth, the public persona was unexpected. And quite heartwarming as well. She barely refrained from the urge to reach out and squeeze her hand or pull her into a tight embrace.

"Of course I do" she said instead.

Harper smiled, a rather shy and grateful smile so different from her usual dignified ones at work, and nodded.

"I'm glad to hear. Maybe we should-" the neurosurgeon stopped mid-sentence, unsure whether to finish the sentence that slipped out of her mouth.

"Maybe we should...?"

Harper slowed down to a stop and after much internal debate, she shook her head and continued.

"Do you like Thai food?"

"Yes, sure but why?"

"I was thinking that maybe we should do it again, spending time together outside good old Edenbrook and I happen to know a lovely place downton. I'd love to take you out to dinner there"

"Yo-you would?" Meredith managed to stutter as she blushed furiously. "Like casually or-"

"Yes, I would" Harper laughed softly, amused of how flustered Valentine got in the turn of seconds. "And it's a date only if we both feel like that, no pressure. So what do you say?"

Dr. Valentine refrained herself from screaming the easiest yes she had ever formulated.

"Yes, yes I would love to".

Harper's face relaxed a bit.

"Excellent! So how's...let me think of my schedule...how's Friday? Does it work for you?"

"Friday's perfect" she confirmed, her smile barely containing the happiness that surged inside her.

She forgot about the rest of the world for a moment: Harper was smiling back at her, the most beautiful smile Meredith had ever seen when the charm was broken by a sudden realization that made the surgeon laugh.

"I'm just afraid...I don't have your number. I don't know how to text you the address" she smiled apologetically.

"Oh right!" Meredith chuckled too.

"It's usually the other way round, right? First number then asking out" Dr. Emery shook her head as she picked her phone out of her purse.

"I suppose, buy it doesn't matter, we can change that" Valentine commented outstretching her hand.

As Harper handed her her phone, she quickly typed down her number. After checking it twice, she gave it back, a huge smile on her face.

"There, fixed"

Over Harper's shoulder, in the distance, she spotted Kyra and the rest of the group walking in the opposite direction. Rafael saw her and mouthed something about a uber. Valentine nodded and sighed.

"I'm afraid that's my cue, sadly" she apologized. "I have an early shift tomorrow and..."

"It's okay, I would have offered to give you a ride home but I wasn't sure if it would put you in a bad place back at home" Harper smiled, a hint of tease in her hazel eyes. "And I know you're a professional, Valentine"

"Meredith" the fellow corrected her. "Just Meredith"

Dr. Emery's eyes gleamed again in the dark of the night.

"I'll text you very soon, Meredith"

"Please do, D-"

"Harper"

As her friend almost disappeared from view and the neurosurgeon was smiling down at her, Meredith bit her lip and allowed herself to be a little daring for once. Without thinking twice, she leaned closer and pressed a quick kiss on the doctor's cheek, leaving Harper to gape in surprise.

"Thanks for making my day. Goodnight, Harper" she whispered softly.

That said, she parted and walked towards her friends, head over heels and still not fully processing what happened, but feeling like the heroine of a romantic comedy, her own romantic movie as she heard Harper, the Harper Emery who just asked her out and now visibly flustered, whispering "Goodnight, Meredith".

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Chapter Ten

Tear In My Heart | Series Masterlist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2904

Authors’ Note: We hope you enjoy this Beau-free chapter! :) (picture credit)

February 2017 - The Grammys

You couldn’t stop staring at yourself in the mirror as the stylist did the finishing touches on your hair. It was definitely a new experience for you, to be doted on by makeup artists and stylists, but it was something you could see yourself getting used to. The final product - in this case: you - was stunning to say the least.

Next to you, Jenna was pulling on her heels. The bright yellow of her dress kept catching your eye as she moved around the room, occasionally being stopped by her own stylists as they noticed little details that were out of place.

“Ok, you’re done,” the stylist smiled, resting a hand on your shoulder.

You turned your head slightly, admiring the waves in your hair and the elegant bun that the top half had been pulled into. The last time you had felt this beautiful was Jenna and Tyler’s wedding, and that had been years ago.

“Thank you so much,” you smiled, turning to the stylist. “My hair looks gorgeous.”

“You look gorgeous,” she said, returning your grin.

You grabbed your own heels from nearby and pulled them on before getting out of the chair that had been carried into the bathroom for this occasion. Slowly, you hobbled your way over to where Jenna was standing on her phone. Heels had never been your first choice of shoe, even for formal events, but you figured an exception had to be made for the Grammys.

“Are the boys ready?” you asked.

“Just about,” Jenna answered, not looking up from her phone. “But I want to get a couple pictures of us before we head downstairs to meet them.”

She finally looked up from her phone, getting her first proper glance at you. Her eyes lit up as she took in your appearance, from the glossy nude lipstick to your earrings.

“Y/N!” she gasped. “Look at you!”

“Look at me? Look at you!” you said, reaching out to rest a hand on her arm.

“Look at us!” she giggled, turning both of you towards the mirror.

Your eyes widened as you looked at your reflection standing next to Jenna’s. It was weird to see the two of you dressed up like this after so many nights spent at her house in sweatpants with your hair thrown into messy buns. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

“We look like a couple of highlighters,” you said.

“You heard Tyler, we have to wear yellow dresses.”

“What an interesting choice.”

“Hey, at least you’ll match Josh’s hair. Here, let’s take a couple pictures.”

Jenna pulled out her phone and together the two of you cycled through a variety of poses as Jenna took pictures. Even before seeing the final result, you knew at least a few of them would end up framed in your house.

“Alright, enough fun. We should get downstairs before Tyler has a fit.”

You linked arms with Jenna and allowed her to lead you out into the hall. Even from the bedroom, you could hear the commotion downstairs from the boys and their own stylists. Your heart was pounding from the anticipation of seeing Josh all dressed up in a suit again, as well as what had happened the last time he was in a suit.

Jenna stopped you right in your tracks as you reached the corner that led to the stairs. You nearly ran straight into her, you had been so wrapped up in your own head.

“Hey, Ty!”

“Yeah?”

“Josh?”

“What’s up?”

“Are you ready to see us?”

The boys both called back excitedly. Jenna turned to you with a smile before once again leading you down the stairs.

Your eyes automatically went to Josh, who was standing near the bottom of the stairs with his hands clasped behind his back. His suit was tailored perfectly to his frame, and his bright yellow hair looked amazing paired with the plain black and white fabric. You swore that your breath caught a little in your throat when he started smiling.

Jenna automatically went to Tyler and started gushing over him, to which Tyler did the same in return, so you casually made your way to Josh. Even while he was smiling, his mouth was hanging partially open in awe at you.

“Wow,” he said, once you were only a few feet away from him. “You look… wow.”

“Thanks,” you grinned. “I wouldn’t have this dress if it weren’t for you.”

Josh shook his head, “I was just helping because you haven’t been to an awards show before. I didn’t really-”

“Josh, I mean it. And you don’t look half bad yourself, you know.”

Josh finally quieted down and cast his gaze to the floor. His ears had already turned that all-too-familiar shade of pink.

“I, um, got you something,” he finally said.

Your eyebrows shot up, “You got me something?”

“Yeah, you know, because… well, we wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you helping us when we were first starting out. And now I’m dragging you along as my date… I just thought I should get you something.”

Josh dug something out of one of his inner jacket pockets and handed it to you. The moment you saw that it was a velvet box, you felt all the color drain from your face.

“Josh… you didn’t.”

“I did,” he grinned.

You pressed your lips together and slowly opened the box, revealing one of the most gorgeous necklaces you had ever seen. It was a simple silver chain with a small diamond at the end; it was prettier - and more expensive - than anything Beau had ever given you. Josh watched as you carefully pulled the necklace out of the box.

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? Josh, this is gorgeous.”

“Here, I’ll help you put it on.”

Josh took the necklace from your hand and you spun around so that he could help, using one hand to carefully pull your hair out of the way. His fingers ever so slightly brushed against the back of your neck as he closed the clasp, very nearly giving you goosebumps all down your arms.

“Thank you,” you smiled as you spun back around. “For the necklace and for helping me put it on, it’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad.”

“Hey, I hate to ruin your moment,” Tyler said, “but our ride is here and we can’t be late.”

“Right,” Josh said, turning to his friend. “You have everything, Y/N?”

You grabbed your purse and rested a hand on Josh’s outstretched arm. “Yep, I’m ready.”

Tyler smiled, “Then let’s get this party started.”

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The beginning of the night had become a blur to you. As soon as you had exited out of the vehicle that brought you to the awards ceremony, you were bombarded by people shouting at you and blinded by constant flashing lights. This was not a life that you were used to and it seemed as though Josh wasn't either, as he made his way down the red carpet with you - Tyler and Jenna in tow. You looked over your shoulder to see that the two lovebirds were easily fitting into the scene, but when you looked back to the yellow-haired beauty beside you, it was easy to see that he was anxious. Walking to his side, you placed a hand on his arm and he looked down to you with a small smile, as though he had instantly been put at ease.

"Josh, your bowtie is looking a little crooked. Mind if I fix it?"

"No, go right ahead."

Smiling back to him, he turned toward you as you reached your hands up to fix his bowtie. You could feel his eyes staring over your face, but you refused to look up at him just yet. Once you were done adjusting it to make sure it sat just right, you decided to let your gaze move up to settle on his chocolate brown eyes. They had a way of immediately captivating you with their depth and his warm smile pulled you in. Just then, a series of flashes appeared and you just knew that that moment had been captured by the paparazzi. That could be a really bad thing in hindsight, but you didn't seem to care in that moment. You just started to go with the flow from then on, your confidence rubbing off onto Josh.

"I think that we should really get them going," you started, a grin appearing on your lips as you spoke as Josh stared at you, a bit concerned by what you had in store. "Let's just give them a bunch of poses. They'll eat it up."

Earning a laugh from Josh, he nodded in agreement and then the both of you decided to pull out every pose in the book. Anything from silly, to serious, to happy and then to... nearly romantic. Tyler and Jenna had seen what the both of you had planned and even decided to join in for a few of the shots. At the end of the carpet, you all were laughing and having a good time with one another, waiting a few moments before going inside. You decided that now was the best time to give the boys a pep talk.

"Once we go in there and settle in, the awards are going to start. So, I just wanted to take the time now to let you know what an amazing and crazy ride it has been being your manager. You guys deserve this nomination and you especially deserve an award. You're amazing and I... I love the both of you. Really."

This earned "aw”s from all three of them, causing you to laugh as Tyler pulled all of you in for a group hug.

Josh looked down to you with a smile after all of you had pulled away, "You're special to us, Y/N. You know that I lo- we love you too."

You, Tyler and Jenna all stared at him with quirked eyebrows for a few moments as his face progressively turned as red as a tomato. You weren't quite sure if what he had just said was a confession or accidental, but regardless, your heart was pounding in your chest.

"Come on, guys. Let's go find our seats," Jenna pointed out and dragged Tyler inside, with you and Josh following behind shyly.

Aside from some issues finding your seats and a brief debate about what order the four of you would be sitting in, the award show was going smoothly. Josh had seemingly relaxed now that there weren’t photographers at every corner, pulling his attention in every which way. Although you were hesitant to admit it, you were enjoying the lack of eyes on you too. It was nice to not have to worry about every touch or glance you shared with Josh being caught by cameras and misconstrued on Twitter.

Tyler leaned over and whispered something in Josh’s ear, which he responded to with a nod. You elbowed him lightly in the side to grab his attention.

“What?” he whispered.

“What was that about?” you asked, nodding your own head in Tyler’s direction.

“He said he thinks one of the awards we’re up for is after this one.”

“Nervous?”

Josh’s mouth curled up into a partial smile, “Yeah.”

Your conversation was interrupted by the room bursting into applause for whoever had just finished giving their speech. You watched as the artist walked off stage and the next set of presenters walked up on stage. Next to you, you could see Josh’s breathing pick up a little.

“Hey, it’s going to be ok,” you said, reaching over to rest your hand on his forearm.

Josh turned and looked at you. His eyebrows were pulled together in concern and worry was written all over his handsome features. Despite never saying a word, both of you knew exactly what the other was thinking. It was just how you and Josh worked.

You kept your hand on Josh’s arm while the presenters did their little intro. Beside Josh, you could see Tyler’s leg nervously bouncing. Jenna had one of her hands wrapped around his arm.

“And the award for best pop duo or group performance goes to…”

Josh moved his arm so that your palms were now pressed together. His fingers slid between yours and curled around your hand. Yours instantly did the same in response, as if this was the hundredth time Josh had held your hand and it was second nature by now. His grip was tight, but you hardly noticed. You were so busy trying to figure out what was going on that you nearly missed the announcement of the winner.

“Twenty One Pilots for their performance in Stressed Out.”

The room erupted in applause once again. Cameras were on the four of you in an instant, monitoring your reaction to the award win. The boys and Jenna had already stood up, so you were quick to follow suit. Josh pulled you into a hug the moment you were on your feet.

“Congrats,” you whispered in his ear, hoping he could hear it over the cheering around you.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” he answered before pulling away.

You watched as Josh carefully stepped past Jenna, unable to keep the smile off your face as you thought of how far they had come. It seemed like just yesterday that they were playing shows in front of tiny crowds, and now they were accepting an award in front of some of the most influential musicians in the industry. A few tears were even starting to pool in your eyes.

And then you noticed Josh starting to unbuckle his pants.

At least, that’s what you thought you were seeing. It wasn’t until he pulled them down over his legs that you confirmed that that was, in fact, exactly what he was doing. On live television. In front of thousands of people. You looked to Jenna, gauging what kind of reaction you should be having in this situation, but she was acting completely unaffected by this entire chain of events.

As soon as the cameras were off of you, you stepped towards her and leaned close to her ear. “What is happening?”

“This has been their plan for years,” she answered.

“To accept a Grammy in their underwear?”

Jenna grinned, “Exactly.”

You nodded and scooted back towards your chair.

As the boys made their way up to the stage, Josh in his black boxers and Tyler in his striped ones, your eyes were glued to one person in particular. Obviously it wasn't Tyler, because that would just be weird, but the snack next to him was the eye candy that you needed. Initially, you thought this to be a bad idea... but the more that you watched as Josh stood there speaking into the microphone - also making you very proud of him - it was more of a blessing in disguise. Thank goodness the cameras weren't on you and Jenna anymore or else they would zoom in on the drool that you felt almost escape your lips. Your best friend knew you all too well and occasionally would look your direction to see how you reacted to seeing Josh up on stage. Once their speech was over, they picked up their pants and walked offstage with their award so that the ceremony could continue.

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Once the award show’s festivities wrapped up for the night, you and Jenna were finally able to properly congratulate the boys for their accomplishments.

"I'm so proud of you two!" you shouted out to Josh and Tyler, big smiles plastered on their faces. Jenna laughed and nodded in agreement, giving Tyler a big hug and kiss on the lips.

"I knew that you and Josh would be able to do it, Ty."

"I couldn't have done it without you, Josh and Y/N. You guys really helped me through the processes and kept me grounded," he replied.

Your eyes teared up at Tyler's kind words and you then felt a pair of strong, warm arms wrap around you. Looking up, you saw that it was Josh giving you the nicest hug you'd ever received. Finding yourself not wanting to leave that spot, you slightly leaned into his embrace but didn't get to enjoy it before Tyler chimed in.

"Come on, guys! We should head out. We have that after party to get to, right?"

"Yeah! Let's go!" Josh exclaimed.

Removing his arms, to your dismay, and taking hold of your hand as he had earlier that evening, he started leading the way back to your ride. The driver would know just how to get there. You couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in your stomach as you thought about Josh having one too many drinks later to celebrate. You'd never had to deal with drunk Josh before and didn't know what would come of it. There have been many accounts of drunks spilling their feelings or doing things that they regret. Now that you thought more on it, you were scared that you were going to get too drunk. You would definitely hold out on the liquor this time. Piling into the car, you all took turns admiring the award and taking selfies with one another. It was one thing to act like children in public, but it was more than allowed in secret.

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The Waiter and the Hotel Heiress -- Chapter 5

A Christmasy Kristanna crossover (but honestly at this point, now that the holidays are almost over, does it really matter if it’s Christmastime? I mean, you could read this anytime of year *laughs nervously because she knows she won’t finish before New Year’s*.)

Rating: K+ 

Length: 1444 words

Also read on AO3

A/N: As I mentioned last time, there are no more flashbacks from now on. This and all future chapters take place in the story’s present day of December 1951. This chapter is the most verbatim from the movie Eloise at Christmastime and is told almost entirely from Eloise’s third person POV. But I’m building up to the next chapter, which is completely original and will literally only contain Kristanna! But first we’ve gotta get through this. Also, I know in the movie the Broadway musical featured in these scenes is Gypsy, but that show being mentioned is totally anachronistic to the time period of the story. So I subbed in other famous musicals that actually existed in 1946 and 1951 instead. 

Chapter 5: Front Row to a Show

So far Eloise’s plan was going just swimmingly. 

She knew the best way for Kristoff and Anna to realize they still loved each other was to get them back in the same room together. And what better place than the Terrace room to play piano, where their love began?

So the next afternoon Eloise pleaded with Kristoff to teach her to play a Christmas song as a present for her mother. And finally, thankfully, Kristoff agreed to give Eloise a piano lesson in the Terrace room during his break at 3:30.

Anna had a meeting with Prunella the event planner in the Terrace room at 4pm. But Eloise might have arranged for Prunella to arrive late by erasing and changing it in her schedule.

Kristoff was maybe a bit put off when Anna suddenly entered the room. But Eloise had convinced her to stay and wait with them, and then Eloise just happened to need to slip out to get something.

Instead she stayed hidden in the corner to see the whole thing unfold. To see their love rekindle.

And rekindle it did. It wasn’t long at all before Kristoff and Anna were dancing and singing along to musical and Christmas songs on the piano. They were laughing and smiling like old friends. Eloise very rarely saw Kristoff smile so big. He seemed genuinely joyful and enigmatic. While Kristoff belted out a song from Oklahoma! on the keys, Anna sat on top of the piano, singing along and lightly swinging her legs back and forth like a child. They were both only focused on each other. Anna had never looked so happy since she had arrived at the Plaza last week. Was her engagement to Hans that miserable and dull that a short time with Kristoff made her feel alive again?

“What in God’s name is going on here?!” Prunella’s shrieked suddenly, her screech startling everyone. Eloise sighed. Had it really been an hour already?

Prunella stared at the pair. The waiter quickly lifted the heiress up off the piano, holding her a bit too long and delicately once she was standing back on the ground. Anna flattened out her skirt while Kristoff fixed his hair, the two of them clearly embarrassed.

“Get back to work this instant,” Prunella yelled at Kristoff (as if she had authority over him). “This is the Plaza, not a cabaret! And until you acquire something that passes for talent,” she said to him, more calmly now, “I suggest you remember your place here.” Her words unintentionally slighted both of them, but the insult was surely meant for only Kristoff.

Anna rushed toward Prunella. “Don’t you dare speak to him like that!” She was standing between the event planner and the waiter, coming to his defense while also asserting her place as the heiress of the hotel. “Kristoff happens to be a very close friend of mine, whom I asked to stay because you were an hour later for our meeting.” Her voice started the sentence kindly but the ferocity grew as she acknowledged Prunella’s tardiness.

The event planner look completely stunned. “I beg your pardon?” she gaped.

“Not mine. His.” Anna pointed at Kristoff now, her eyes remaining intently on the woman in front of her. She waited. 

Finally, Prunella said very slowly, “I apologize.” The waiter was in disbelief. Everyone knew that Prunella was not the type to ever admit she was wrong. But now she looked like she had just swallowed a lizard.

Anna stepped closer to the event planner now. “I’ll thank you to remember that it’s people like Kristoff that are the very heart and soul of this hotel.” Her harsh tone implied that Prunella was not that.

Anna turned back to face Kristoff and smiled lightly. “Thank you for a wonderful time.” Then she went on her way, completely disregarding any meeting she had scheduled with Prunella. 

Kristoff’s shoulders rose as he grinned proudly at Prunella while she pursed her lips.

Eloise could not believe that Anna had gotten that snooty, uptight Prunella to apologize for something. Of course, only the hotel heiress could stand up to an employee like that and get them to listen.

But Anna’s defense confirmed it for Eloise: Anna still cared deeply for Kristoff.

And Eloise had an idea of how to finally get the two of them completely alone together, away from the watchful eyes of the Plaza.

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The next day was Christmas Eve Eve, and while Eloise knew it was cutting things close to present her Christmas gift to Kristoff the day before Anna’s alleged wedding, it was the only time her plans could work out. 

After searching high and low throughout the hotel for the waiter, she skipped into the kitchen that afternoon, finally spotting him in the corner clocking out. “Kristoff!” she cried excitedly, running to him.

He laughed when he saw her. “Well, look who’s been to the barber shop. How dare they trim the hair of such a fearsome pirate!” He poked the girl playfully as he spoke in a silly accent. It was true Eloise had gotten a haircut for the holidays. She wanted to impress Mother for Christmas. But more importantly, she had followed Hans into the barber shop while got a shave; she needed to make sure he stayed out of the picture that evening. She couldn’t have anything or anyone mess up her plan.

“Have a good one, Kristoff,” another waiter said, patting Kristoff on the back as he passed.

“Thanks, Jerry,” he called in his direction. 

Eloise’s eyebrows wrinkled. “A good what?”

“Vacation,” Kristoff answered, as he messed with his bowtie. “I’m taking the train up to the Adirondacks for a couple days.”

Eloise knew his family lived in the mountains, and while it was completely normal and sweet of him to want to go home for the holidays, she simply could not allow it today. “What? Now?” she whined. “Not after all I went through to get you your Christmas present!” Really, Eloise had gone through no trouble; all the effort went to the Plaza’s concierge who had arranged the whole thing for her.

“Here, see?” She held out an envelope to Kristoff, who knelt down to her level. He smiled as he opened it. “It’s two tickets to tonight’s performance of The King and I.” Kristoff smiled at the girl’s thoughtfulness, and then she added, “I figured you could take Anna with you.”

His smile dropped, and he waved the envelope in her face. “Look, Eloise, I know what you’re trying to do here,” he accused. He rose up and started to walk away, heading for the staff quarters.

Eloise quickly inhaled in frustration and chased after him. “Moi? I’m not trying to do anything!” She knew she had to play dumb. No one ever paid attention to her when they knew mischief was on her mind, no matter how innocent her intentions might be. “Jeez, can’t a person want to see two friends go out and have a good time?” 

Kristoff finally stopped to listen to the child, and she stopped following him. “Besides,” she continued, “she’ll need some cheering up. Hans had to go out of town on business, and knowing you both love musicals the whole thing is rather perfect.” Eloise knew that Hans’s business trip was a bunch of garbage, but the excuse worked in her favor. Offering an evening of cheering up Anna was exactly what Kristoff wanted. And it encouraged Kristoff to spend time with Anna without Hans lurking over his shoulder. “Which is why you can’t go to the mountains, you absolutely can’t!” Yes, Eloise felt a little bad that she was asking him to put seeing his family on hold, but this was true love on the line!

Kristoff sighed and gave a small smile. “Thank you, Eloise. It’s a lovely gift.”

Eloise lowered herself shyly. “Meaning you’ll take her?” she asked slowly. 

Kristoff got down to her level again. “Meaning,” he said in a teasing tone, like an older brother, “I’ll ask her.”

Eloise perked her head up and gave him a knowing smile. “And if she says yes?” She waited for his reply, which he playfully hesitated in giving. 

His expression matched hers and he exhaled. Kristoff just could not win against her. “I guess I could take a later train.”

Eloise gasped in excitement. It was all going according to plan. After tonight, Kristoff and Anna would realize that they were madly in love and that no good Hans would be rejected by morning. If only Eloise could hide in the corner of the theater, to secretly watch their love blossom even more.

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Heart Strings And Melodies (Modern Musician!Poe AU) Part 18

(Not my Gif)

Summary: Poe and reader attend David and Ryan’s wedding. At the end of the day, will Poe and reader have some good news of their own? 

(A/N- Haha, this part turned out longer than expected. In vaguely good news, I have written the last paragraph for this series. Now I just have to figure out what else to write to get from here to that final paragraph. In slightly less good news, the next couple updates may be slow while I figure out what I want to write since my brain isn’t quite cooperating.)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

“Have you got the present?” You called over your shoulder as you finished putting in your earrings. You heard Poe make a sound of uncertainty.

“Where is it again?” Poe called.

“It’s in the cupboard under the TV.” You replied. A moment passed before Poe shouted that he’d got it.

“Looking pretty damn good.” Poe’s voice came from the door, glancing over, he was stood leaning against the door frame, his gaze going up and down your body, taking in every inch of you.

“Thank you, you look very handsome,” You gave Poe a once over, biting your lip realising how good he looked in a suit. “Think you can zip me up?” You requested, turning slightly so Poe could see the last couple inches of open zip.

“Of course.” Poe smiled at you. He stepped behind you while you gave yourself a final once over in the mirror just to double check everything was how you wanted it. Poe’s hands rested on your waist after he’d finished zipping up your dress.

“I swear this dress wasn’t this tight when I last tried it on.” You sighed, running your hands down the sides of your dress.

“Babe your dress looks perfect… you look perfect,” Poe pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “I’ll be waiting by the door.”

Alone in the room, you shook your head to rid yourself of a dwindling thought.

“No… can’t be.” You whispered. You turned, your hand slipping from resting over your stomach to pick your clutch bag from your bed.

“Ready to go?” You called as you wandered over to Poe.

“Got the speech?” Poe questioned as he opened the door, ready to step out.

“Shit!” You rushed back to the bedroom to grab the piece of paper on your bedside table. “Now I have.” You shrugged off your moment of panic. Poe merely chuckled.

“Lets get going.” Poe stated, taking your hand in his and beginning the journey towards the boathouse where Ryan and David were holding their wedding.

“Oh wow. They said this place was gonna be nice but… damn.” You exclaimed, your gaze flittering across the veranda at the front of the boathouse. Flowers and ribbons decorated the dark wood balustrade and railings. Poe looked out onto the lake, small white rowing boats were moored to the wooden pier, each boat decorated with bunches of lavender and cream silk. Against the setting of the lake, the summer sun shimmering off the water, several dozens seats were placed near the lake’s edge, each covered in white, a large bow tied at the back with lavender tucked into the knot.

“They must’ve splashed out for all this.” Poe thought out-loud.

“Pretty sure they did.” You commented. Poe pointed out a table to one side of the veranda, several gifts were piled across it. The two of you strolled across and placed your gift amongst the others.

“Okay, I know David and Ryan… but I have no idea who anyone else is.” Poe whispered into your ear, watching as people wandered around the venue. Since you had a short time before the ceremony began, you hooked your arm in Poe’s and slowly introduced him to the people closest to David and Ryan. David’s mother was happy to see you, you had only met her a couple times but she gushed about how David kept her in the loop with how you were doing. David’s father on the other hand was a no show. It wasn’t unexpected, the man had never quite understood David since his coming out, and while David sometimes wished his father was around for family gatherings, he’d come to accept that he was better off without someone who didn’t support him. Ryan’s parents were mingling with the other party guests so were more difficult to pin down for an introduction. However, when the chance arose, conversation came quite easily between them and Poe. It drifted from talk of Ryan’s sister graduating university to how Ryan could hardly sleep the night before due to wedding nerves, from what his parent’s described Ryan had been a bit of a groom-zilla from the morning he woke.

“I know Ryan has been focused on everything being a certain way.” You commented.

“Seems like he’s got a very specific idea of how he wanted this wedding to be.” Poe added.

“Of course, he’s had the idea of being married at a boathouse since he was a teenager. To be honest, he started saving ideas for wedding decorations not too long after he and David started getting serious.”

“You should’ve been there in the early days Poe,” You started to reminisce. “They say that you and I were bad when we started dating, but holy crap, David and Ryan were even worse. It was cute in a kinda sickly sweet way.” You elaborated.

“Ryan tells us the two of you are engaged.” Ryan’s father stated.

“Yeah, it happened when we were on holiday. Not planned or anything unlike Ryan’s proposal, but yeah, we’re going to get married once we make a start on planning it.” You explained.

“If everyone could begin finding their seat, the ceremony will begin shortly.” A woman announced, cutting short your conversation. 

“I suppose that’s our cue.” Ryan’s mother commented.

“And mine. I’ll come find you later after the ceremony.” You pressed a kiss to Poe’s cheek before following Ryan’s parents.

“Where have you been!” David fussed the moment you stepped into the room where he was getting ready, his hands going over his suit, smoothing down imaginary wrinkles.

“You really want to pull a Ryan right now?” You cocked a brow.

“A… what?” David spun to look at you.

“Apparently he’s being a bit of a groom-zilla.” You explained. David’s head dropped, a sigh coming from his lips.

“Sorry, it’s just… it’s almost time and I’m nervous that I’m going to fuck up my vows. I’ve been looking forward to this day for months and it’s happening right now.” David seemed to be borderline panicking.

“Hey, hey look at me,” You walked across the room to wrap your arms around David. “Take a breath. Everything is going to go perfect. Trust me. Come on, sit down for a minute. Try to calm down.” You spoke calmly. David did as you said, taking a seat by the window. You sat beside him, taking his hands in yours.

“Ellen and I are going to walk you down that aisle, and you’re going to watch the love of your life walk down that same isle in a pretty sweet ass suit, you’re going to say your vows, and be officially married. And lets face it, tonight you’re looking at the best sex of your life.” You squeezed David’s hands reassuringly, smiling at him when he laughed. A knock came at the door before David’s mother entered.

“Are you ready?” She asked.

“Almost, just one last thing,” David took a deep breath, stood and took a few sprigs of lavender from a nearby table. Carefully he slipped a couple into your hair and the remaining ones into his mother’s. “Perfect.”

You and Ellen left the room first, then waited for David to join you. He took a another deep breath when he reached your side.

“This is it.”

He held out his arms, inviting both you and Ellen to take each arm. Ever so slowly, you made your way outside towards the waiting guests. A slow piece of music filled the air as you and Ellen guided David down the aisle. Once you’d reached the end of the aisle, David turned to both you and Ellen, you watched as David leaned down to let his mother press a kiss to his cheek, when he looked over to you, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his other cheek.

“Just breathe.” You whispered as you pulled back. You felt David squeeze your hand before he took his place in nervous wait of his husband-to-be. You gave him a final smile before taking your seat beside Poe. Your gaze flicked over to David, his light blue suit almost shimmered in places under the bright sunlight. His fingers came up to smooth his hair, and you could see him mouthing something repetitively. The music began to pick up and you turned to watch the procession down the aisle. First came Ryan’s sister, Elizabeth, their one and only bridesmaid. Her dress, a pale blue scattered with images of blue and purple flowers, almost floated around her. A few moments after she took her place to the side of the ceremony, Ryan began his walk down the aisle. Unlike David’s blue suit, Ryan’s was a pale grey with a slight silvery tint to it, it too picked up the sunlight and shimmered. Whereas David had decided to go with a matching tie to his suit, Ryan wore a bowtie that was an unbelievable match to the blue of David’s suit. Of course that had been all your doing. Just as you and Ellen had done with David, Ryan’s mother and father, Janice and Matthew, were on either side of Ryan, guiding him towards his soon to be husband. You glanced back at David to see him smiling, holding back tears as he watched his lover approach. David took Ryan’s hands in his the moment he was able, his eyes holding adoration. As the music begin the quieten, the ceremony began.

“To my brother and David. I wish you many happy years together and hope that all the fun and all the silly shenanigans continue for as long as you are together.” Elizabeth finished her speech, a round of applause went around the room. Once a few moments had passed, you made your way up to the small podium to make your own speech to the crowd and the newlyweds.

“My two closest friends,” You gestured to the newlyweds, your gaze falling on them to see them sat, hands entwined together atop the table, listening intently. “There isn’t much more I can say that hasn’t already been said, but I’ll try. When I first met you, the two of you were friends, and had been for a long, long time. And you took little old me and brought me into the friendship you shared, but it felt more than that, it felt more like being brought into a family. And now that you’re married, you’ve officially got the rings to show the world that you’re truly a family together. It was funny when they first started dating, I’d be on the phone with David teasing him about how he was gushing and fawning over Ryan, and then the next moment Ryan would be calling to do the exact same thing. I felt like I was going around in circles listening to each of them talk about the other. But I loved it, watching as the two of them fell deeper in love. That look in their eyes when they first started dating has never faded and today it shines even brighter. I’m looking forward to seeing what their next steps are, united by marriage and stronger than before. I love you both, and wish you the happiest days to come.” Your gaze fell back to David and Ryan as you closed your speech. There was a warmth in your chest as you took in their soft, loving expressions as they smiled at you. A brief moment passed between finishing your speech, throwing a smile to the newly wedded couple and then making your way to the nearest bathroom while trying not to look as if you were in a hurry to get out of there. Poe tried to catch your attention as you rushed passed. Noticing how pale your complexion had become, Poe stood and quickly followed you. After entering the bathroom you rushed over to the toilet, just in time for your stomach to give a final churn and the contents of it to empty into the toilet. You vaguely heard the bathroom door swing open before hands were in your hair, holding it away from your face. Poe spoke your name, worry evident in his voice.

“Are you okay?”

You simply glowered at him before emptying more of your stomach into the toilet.

“You’re holding back my hair, while I’m throwing up… what do you think.” You argued back.

“Maybe it’s just an upset stomach? Nerves, something like that?” Poe offered.

“I think it’s more than just an upset stomach Poe.” You grumbled.

“What do you mean?” He asked, crouching down beside you.

“I’m late.”

“You’re… late…” Poe’s brow furrowed, not understanding your meaning.

“Jesus are you really that dense,” You sighed frustrated. “I haven’t had my period in weeks…” Your words drifted off.

“Wait. Hold on. Are you saying what I think you’re saying,” Poe waited a moment but you stayed silent. “Are you… pregnant?”

“I don’t know for sure. I’ve been feeling off for weeks now. When you were on tour, David noticed I wasn’t quite myself and he said it was just me missing you and honestly, I think even then I kinda knew what was really going on but it was just easier to believe I was lovesick.”

“Look who’s being dense now.” Poe teased.

“Birth control can go stick it.” You grumbled.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” Poe soothed, his hand rubbing your back softly.

“One minute,” You stated before your stomach heaved again. “Just… not yet.”

“So… we’re gonna be parents.” Poe murmured as he sat on the floor beside you.

“I mean… is that okay? I figured you wanted kids… but this is early right… too early? Maybe we should’ve waited.” You started rambling. Poe quieted you with a kiss to your temple.

“It’s a bit too late for waiting now,” Poe chuckled. “We’re in a good place. There’s no reason for us to not have a baby.”

“What if… I’m not sure if I want a baby.” You whispered, a tear running down your cheek.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Poe fussed, wiping away your tear. “Darling, sitting in a bathroom isn’t exactly the best place to talk about this.”

You nodded in agreement, sniffling as you did. “How about we talk about this after we get home? Do you think you can somehow put this out of your mind until then?”

“I can try.” You spoke dejectedly. Poe helped you to your feet, your stomach finally settling down.

“Look, we don’t even know for certain yet,” Poe started then paused when you threw him a look that said ‘are you kidding me’, “ Seriously, we can’t be a hundred percent sure. So, we’ll grab a test on the way home.” Poe smiled sweetly.

“Sounds good.” You sniffled. Poe handed you a small silver flask from inside his blazer pocket.

“Here, wash your mouth out with this, since we don’t have mouthwash.”

“Poe Dameron, since when did you put that in your blazer?” You asked with a small smile.

“Before we left,” He spoke with a mischievous smile. “Come on, everyone will be wondering where you’ve gone.”

As you poured a bit of whatever spirit Poe had stored in the flask and swirled it around your mouth before spitting it out, Poe took the moment to air his thoughts.

“I know I said we’d talk at home but… just one thing I wanna say,” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I’d love to be a dad someday, and I’ve been hoping for a while we’d someday have a kid of our own. But, and this is super important sweetheart, this is your decision,” His hand slipped to your stomach. “If you’re not ready, or for whatever reason you don’t want this, the choice is all yours. As long as you are happy with whatever decision you make whenever you make it, that’s all that matters. I need you to know that. Do you hear me?” Poe cupped your face in his hands. You nodded, unable to air your words in fear you’d end up sobbing instead. Your arms slipped around the back of Poe’s neck and you hugged him, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Okay,” You cleared your throat before continuing. “Let’s get back out there.” You offered Poe a loving smile.

The wedding reception continued as if nothing even happened. Although you did get a few raised brows in concern from the newlyweds. Thankfully you and Poe managed to brush off their concern with a simple lie. Nothing more was said on the matter. Despite your mind being preoccupied, and sensing that this was the case with Poe as well, dancing became a welcome distraction after the newlyweds first dance came to an end. Not that it was just you and Poe dancing together, no, you managed to share a dance with David while Ryan danced with Poe. You danced easily with David as you had done plenty of times before, Poe on the other hand started a little awkward with Ryan, but before long the two of them were having a laugh on the dance floor.

“See wasn’t so bad after all huh?” You questioned David after he’d spun you and brought you back towards him.

“I can’t believe we’re married now. It’s all official,” David enthused. “I didn’t even fuck up my vows.” 

“I knew you wouldn’t.”

“Poe looks like a good dancer.” David commented as his gaze fell to his husband and then your own husband-to-be. The two of you broke apart, heading to the nearest seats to take a break, both of you slightly out of breath.

“Oh he is.” You affirmed. A moment passed before Ryan dropped down on the chair beside you.

“How were you not out of breath from dancing with that man of yours!” Ryan exclaimed, struggling for breath.

“Poe and I dance together all the time. It’s called having stamina Ryan,” You teased. “I hope you haven’t got a taste for him because a, you’re married now and b, he’s mine.” You continued to tease.

“Oh sweetheart. While I love your man to bits, he definitely isn’t my type. Which is why I married this one.” Ryan leaned over to rustle David’s hair. As another energetic song started to play, you watched as a small group of young children, some distant relations of David’s, made their way to the dance floor, bopping to the music and dancing with each other in circles. Their laughter reached your ears and you couldn’t help but take in their bright smiles as they ran around the dance floor, playing with one another as they went. Your hand drifted to your stomach, resting there for a few moments until Poe’s voice suddenly appeared beside you, your hand dropping away.

“We best be going.” Poe noted, looking down at his watch.

“Shit,” You cursed as you glanced at your own watch. “Our train is in half an hour.”

“Oh, damn. Yeah, you probably should go,” David started before standing, Ryan doing the same. “You’ve had to deal with my dramatic ass this morning so I release you from your bonds. Go get yourselves home.”

“Thank you,” You leaned in to press a kiss on each of their cheeks. “I love you both. Enjoy the rest of your day and I’ll see you next week.”

Poe wished the happy couple goodbye and took your hand, the two of you leaving the celebration as hurriedly as you could without looking as if you were making a mad dash for the exit.

It was a long silent wait for the pregnancy test result, despite the fact it only took a couple minutes, time seemed to drag on forever. On your way back from the wedding you picked a test up at the first shop you saw, stashing it in your bag until you made your way back to the apartment where you promptly ripped it open then dashed to the bathroom. As you waited, Poe held you close to his chest as you both waited with bated breath. The stick sat on top of several pieces of toilet paper on your coffee table, while you and Poe sat on the sofa.

“How long now?” Poe asked. You held the somewhat tattered box in your hands and tried to piece together what it said by trying to match together the rip you had made across the instructions.

“About a minute.”

You counted down in your head how long was left before you would find out whether you were truly pregnant or not.

“The sticks done a thing.” Poe whispered gently to you. His voice almost soothing. Leaning forward you took the stick in your hand, glancing down at the result. You passed the stick to Poe who took it gingerly at first but then just simply stared down at it.

“So… what does it say?” Poe questioned. Slowly, you looked over the box. searching for the instructions regarding the results. Glancing between the stick and the box, it took you a minute to make sense of what it was telling you. You bit your lip, placing the box down on the table. You heard your name spoke quietly beside you, Poe’s voice bordering on concern.

“I’m. Pregnant.” You whispered. You hadn’t realised tears had slipped down your cheeks until Poe took your face in his hands, his thumbs reaching up to brush them away.

“Darling it’s going to be okay. Don’t worry alright, everything is going to be fine.” Poe fussed. You leaned back out of his hold then reached up to touch the dampness on your skin. “I’m not crying.” You spoke slowly.

“Pretty sure that’s crying.” Poe pointed out.

“No. I mean… I don’t think they’re sad tears.”

“You mean… you’re happy?” Poe tried to hold back the hopefulness from his voice.

“I’m not entirely sure how I feel.” You admitted. Poe nodded, understanding.

“I get it.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. He rested his cheek on the top of your head.

“Are we even ready to be parents? I know you said you want to be one, but are you really ready to be looking after a baby in nine months time? I’m not even sure I’m ready to look after a baby.” You worried.

“Babe, you’ve been looking after me for almost a year now. Pretty sure you could handle a baby.” Poe teased. You gave him a quick elbow in his side, a small laugh being drawn from your lips.

“Poe I’m serious.”

“Look from my perspective. I think we’re ready. We’ve both got good jobs now and quite a bit of money saved up. You and I are in a really good place together and that’s not gonna change anytime soon. So it’s not like we’d be having a baby for the wrong reasons,” Poe paused for a moment before continuing. “I know I’m ready to step up and be a dad,” You could hear the raw emotion in Poe’s voice, see how his eyes became glassy with the beginnings of tears. “And I hope that you feel the same… but if not, that’s okay and we can… we can…” Poe made a gesture with his hand, unable to come up with the words he needed, “Not be parents…”

You thought hard for several long minutes.

“You’re right… we’ve got the money to support having a baby. And it’s not like we’re having a baby to keep our relationship together… we’d be having a baby because we want to. I want to be a mum, Poe. That I know for sure. I just…” Your voice started to crack a little, everything just becoming a little too much.

“Hey… it’s okay. Shhh. You don’t need to make a decision now. Just… sleep on it and we’ll talk about any worries you have in the morning.”

“Look at you being the person to say to sleep on it. You’re the one who goes ahead with something half-cocked.” You chuckled.

“Well yeah. But pretty sure a baby is something you don’t go half-cocked on. So… give it until the morning, or whenever you’re ready to make a decision.” Poe pressed a kiss to your temple after he’d finished speaking. He then stood from the sofa, offered his hand to you, which you gladly took then helped you from the sofa.

“It’s been one hell of a long day.” Poe murmured as he guided you towards the bedroom, his hand on your back rubbing soothing circles into your skin. 

While you stood in the bathroom, brushing your teeth while clothed in your Pjs, your hand drifted for another time that day to your stomach. Your thoughts wandered freely across the idea of having a baby. Of whether you were ready. And whether that ready meant now. You paused for a moment before finishing your nightly routine. Soon after, you found yourself in bed beside Poe. The sheets wrapped around you and his arm resting across your body as the other carded through your hair. He gazed at you lovingly, humming slightly.

“The wedding was something special wasn’t it?” Poe wondered aloud.

“David and Ryan looked so damn happy, they’ve wanted this for so long. Plus it was a nice day for it too.” You agreed reminiscing on the day’s events.

“To see two people finally tie the knot and like you said, seeing how happy they were… makes me think of what ours will be like.” Poe continued.

“Something not quite as grand as theirs I hope.”

“Something Simple.” Both you and Poe spoke in unison. A chuckle escaped both your lips.

“Something simple yeah,” Poe breathed. “Not masses of people, just a few family and friends. Nothing too grand or glitzy, nothing like that. Something that’s just… us.”

“Sounds perfect to me.” You murmured happily. Leaning in, you shared a long, gentle kiss with Poe before reaching for the bedside light. He whispered a goodnight before settling down on his side of the bed. You whispered a goodnight in return. After a while of laying in the darkness with your thoughts rattling about in the silence, you reached out searching for Poe’s hand and eventually found it. You felt as Poe gave your hand a squeeze, an action which you returned.

“Poe?” You spoke softly, just below a whisper. You heard him hum in acknowledgement.

“I want to keep the baby.” You whispered. You heard a sudden intake of breath from Poe.

“Are you sure?” He shifted from his position to look at where he could see your figure in the dark.

“Yes.”

You felt warm lips press against your forehead as fingers tangled in your hair. You felt the quirk of a smile against your skin before Poe pulled away.

“I’m going to ask again in the morning, just so you’re one hundred percent on it.” Poe added.

“I’m sure Poe.”

“Still gonna ask tomorrow.” Poe reaffirmed. There was a moment of silence between the two of you as you once again settled down beneath the bedsheets.

“I love you.” You whispered with all the love you could muster.

“And I love you too.”

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Alright with You

What is this... a fic?!?!?!?! Yes, you’re reading that right. I’m a bit late but it was @a-simple-rainbow‘s birthday yesterday so I had to honor tradition and do some writing! Happy birthday, my lovely fandom wife! <3 You deserve the world and more, so I apologize that this is just a silly fic and not the world and more. :P

(I’ll upload it on AO3 later, right now it’s late and I need my sleeeeeep)

Disclaimer: This is unbeta’ed and probably poorly written LOL

Inspired by this post

Kurt hates parties. If it weren’t for Quinn’s endless pestering, he probably wouldn’t have shown his face at all.

He wrinkles his nose as he watches a group of jocks start a burping competition.

Yeah, he definitely wouldn’t have come if Quinn hadn’t been so adamant – or rich, for that matter, considering that she promised to buy him lunch for the rest of the school year if he drove her to this one party. The party of the year, apparently. Kurt couldn’t care less about the ranking of this drunken slobberfest they call a party, but he’s not exactly loaded, so the prospect of free lunch was a damn good selling point. Which Quinn knew, obviously.

Also, quite obvious: She ditched him about two seconds into the party, probably to break up or create yet another Glee club love triangle… who even knows. Not Kurt, that’s for sure. But, hey, keeping him company wasn’t part of the deal. Quinn’s objective was to enjoy the party. Kurt is well aware that she won’t be able to do that when all he is likely to provide is snarky commentary.

Ugh, it’s almost like he cares, which is bizarre because this is McKinley’s resident ex-cheerleader barbie Quinn Fabray. If he continues at this rate, he’ll be befriending Rachel Berry next.

Shuddering at the thought, he turns to the drinks table, where he is immediately targeted by Santana Lopez and her signature sly grin.

“Well, well, well, who do we have here?” she asks, faking delight. “What’s your poison tonight, hm?”

With an eyeroll, Kurt makes to push past her. “Not my first rodeo, Satan, I know better than to drink one of your hellish creations.” She blocks his path. “Ugh, you have got to be kidding me. Just hand me one of those cups.”

“What’s the matter, did daddy not allow you to drink alcohol? Or did Quinn Fa-baby momma make you her designated driver?”

Kurt glares at her, and much to his chagrin, Santana’s face just lights up even more.

“Aww, she did! You skanks are just too precious. So… unskanky,” she coos.

Kurt’s growing more annoyed by the second. He hates that Santana is still as unimpressed by his act as ever. The rest of the school has learned to just leave him alone when he suddenly showed up with piercings, bright neon streaks in his hair and a new give-zero-fucks attitude. But Santana is a tougher nut to crack.

He narrows his eyes a bit more for good measure, but she waves him off and reaches behind her to retrieve a light blue solo cup. “There you go, sunshine. Pop or water?”

“Water,” Kurt gets out through gritted teeth. He hates the sugary sweetness of coke and the like, and with water he can at least pretend he’s drinking clear spirits. Or maybe he should do that and just forget about the driving, just like Quinn forgot about him.

But deep down he knows he’ll regret it if he’s not there to take her home, or if his dad figures out he was too drunk to drive. Getting upset with Kurt is way too unhealthy for his heart. Even rebellion has its limits, and Kurt will always choose his dad over his reputation.

He sips his water unenthusiastically, trying to avoid both the dancefloor and the beer pong corner, which results in him creepily staying in a corner near the drinks table, from where at least he can engage in his two favorite sports – people-watching, and, more importantly, people-judging.

He is so enthralled in watching Rachel stealing pathetic glances at Kurt’s step-brother Finn Hudson every two seconds while she’s fake-flirting with two older students that Kurt only notices after a few minutes that she is holding a cup with a very untypical color. He frowns. Bright green, really? Is she that tipsy?

The thing is, Kurt could swear he saw Mercedes Jones sport a pink cup earlier, and everyone knows that if something is available in pink, Rachel will make sure that she has it. Kurt is still traumatized from that one time he saw her bedroom.

He looks over to the drinks station and spots tags next to the towers of cups. The colors are labels. Pink apparently means “taken”, which definitely explains why this is the one time Rachel decided to forgo it. And green is – ah, yeah, “it’s complicated”. Kurt grins. Sure, Rachel. Should have gone with light blue. Single AF, the sign reads.

Kurt tenses uncomfortably as he looks down at his own cup.

Blue.

Santana, that cunning, manipulative devil. Of course she’d be the one who doesn’t buy the rumors Quinn spreads about Kurt’s conquests. She knows Kurt hasn’t so much as touched another guy. Great. He’s gonna have to do something about this. Change the cup to… purple maybe? DTF – down to fuck… ugh, not the best choice but probably what an actually skanky version of Kurt would go for. It’s not like McKinley has an overflow of gay guys who would take him up on the offer. And even if there were gay guys at this party, it’s not like he’s much of a hook-up prospect. His painfully pathetic attempts to get laid at Scandals taught him that. God, maybe he should just grab a full bottle of tequila and kiss this night goodbye.

“Ready to party?” someone shouts next to Kurt. He almost scoffs at them before he realizes it’s Blondie-in-a-Bottle Sam Evans, and he is not talking to Kurt, but to someone next to him, who can only be… ah, yes, Blaine.

Blaine Anderson, the transfer student, who is a bit of a nerd with his gelled hair, dorky colorful bowties and his Star Wars lunch box. Blaine, who may be the only person at the school who doesn’t treat Kurt differently, because – well, because he didn’t know Kurt pre-skank. But also because he just doesn’t seem to mind. Kurt has been paired with him on an assignment once or twice, and if Kurt is completely honest with himself, those were the only times it actively pained him to keep up his tough act. He might have even dialed it down just for Blaine.

As much as he wants to deny it, Kurt has a bit of a crush. Which is not cool. Not cool at all. Unskanky, Santana would say.

He watches Blaine shake and nod his head simultaneously at Sam’s question as they approach the drinks table. Kurt sighs and decides to wait until after they’re done there to change his cup color. He can totally wait for his turn. It’s not like anyone is going to talk to him if he puts his bitchy face on. Which, of course, he has practiced to perfection. So, Creepy Watching and Judging Round Number Two it is.

Getting back into it, Kurt watches Artie Abrams clumsily but somehow successfully butter up to Brittany Pierce, even though they are surrounded by a bunch of very interested, suddenly very pissed off football players.

He chuckles at the way Santana tries to not look affected at all but ends up glaring at everyone attempting to talk to Brittany. Santana thinks she has Kurt figured out? Ha. He’s one step ahead of her. At least she doesn’t know about his pathetic cru-

Damn. He was so lost in thought that he missed the perfect opportunity to slip past Sam and Blaine just as they turned away. Now there’s more people at the stand and as Sam and Blaine move away from the table, they come to a halt right next to Kurt. Shit. How is he supposed to act like he didn’t notice them now?

“Hey, can you hold this?” Sam asks Blaine. “I’ll just be a sec.” He hands Blaine his cup, and Kurt can’t help how his eyes widen when he sees the color. Pink?! Since when is Sam Evans dating someone? Kurt wonders if Quinn knows about it. She usually knows what everyone and their mother are up to.

Blaine stands there awkwardly, and since his blondie sidekick is gone, Kurt dares to give him a once-over. Damn, it should be illegal to look that cute in chinos. Kurt puts his cup to his lips to hide a smile behind the rim. It would have been a smart choice if he hadn’t simultaneously spotted the other cup Blaine is holding. The color makes Kurt almost choke on his water. Audibly.

Blaine turns to him, concerned. “Woah, Kurt, are you okay?”

Damn that purple cup.

“’m fine, thanks” Kurt manages, coughing awkwardly and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Water in the wrong pipe, I guess.” He pauses, grimacing. “Tequila, I mean.”

“Right. Tequila…” Blaine smiles. “I’ll just pretend I didn’t see your Navigator parked down the street.”

Kurt feels a shiver run down his spine at the thought that Blaine might have kept an eye out for his car outside. That’s just… pathetic, Kurt. Get a grip, he tells himself.

“Whatever.” He drawls the word for good measure, trying desperately to nail the tone somewhere between not caring and playful teasing. With a nod to Blaine’s purple cup, he says, “Interesting choice.”

“Rum and coke.” Blaine shrugs. “Pretty classic, I’d say?”

Kurt bites his lip, releasing it quickly. “The color, I mean.”

With a blush, Blaine glances down at his drink. “Oh, I actually would have preferred pink.” He clears his throat. “But Sam poured them wrong by accident, and he’s driving, so I ended up with this one instead.”

Kurt’s careful to not choke on his water this time. So Sam’s not the taken one, Blaine is… what?! Then again, figures. He’s a transfer student. A cute one, at that. Fresh meat and all… McKinley’s singles must go crazy over Blaine. Kurt wonders if maybe he’s misread Blaine’s sexuality.

“Right,” he mutters. Santana couldn’t have picked his cup color any better. Single AF indeed. Fuck this party. “Well, I- I should go see what Quinn’s up to.” He clears his throat. “I’m her DD.”

Blaine blinks, seeming surprised. “Oh… sure.” He shoots Kurt a small grin. “Enjoy the party.”

Kurt scoffs. “Doubt it.”

“Oh. Okay. Uhm… bye then.”

Blaine looks taken aback, and Kurt could smack himself. His stupid temper. He makes an abrupt turn, trying to push the thought of having offended Blaine out of his mind. He shouldn’t be caring about things like dating anyhow. His reputation is on the line. He breathes, one heavy breath in and one out, weaving his way through a sea of hammered people.

He finds Quinn eventually – making out with someone from the swim team in one of the house’s upstairs bedrooms. Of course. Kurt sighs, closing the door behind him when she tells him to “get the fuck out”. As he turns back to the hallway, he almost collides with Mercedes. She raises an eyebrow at him.

“Sneaking off to be alone?” she asks. Kurt can’t decipher whether she sounds snarky or hurt. Out of all the people he’s cut off these past few months, he definitely regrets Mercedes the most.

“Not exactly.” Kurt shrugs. “Just looking for Quinn.”

Mercedes hums in reply. They both do the awkward dance of looking down at their hands and then back up, only to look back down. Kurt’s eyes zero in on the cup in Mercedes’ hands.

He clears his throat. “You’re dating someone?”

For a split second, Mercedes’ face turns red. It’s a good look on her, Kurt thinks, but before he can say anything, her face hardens.

“None of your business,” she says sharply.

“No, no, I know,” Kurt says, holding up his hands. He can’t help but sigh a little. “It’s just…”

“I know.” Mercedes gulps. “I thought you’d be the first to know, too.”

“Mercedes…” Kurt reaches out a hand but pulls it back at the last second, hugging himself instead. Well, this party sucks already, maybe he should just roll with the punches. “I miss you, you know?”

He’s met with another raised eyebrow.

“I know, I don’t show it,” he says hastily. “I never wanted it to be this way, though.”

“I just don’t think any of this is really necessary,” Mercedes says. “We had your back.”

“Well, it wasn’t… there’s- there’s things you don’t know,” Kurt mutters. Karofsky bullying him was one thing. Karofsky threatening to kill him if he told anyone he was gay… very different. “I swear I’d tell you if I could.”

Mercedes bites her lip and smiles a little.

“It’s Sam,” she whispers, leaning closer.

Kurt frowns. “What?”

She holds up her cup. “Sam and I…”

“What?!”

“It’s not that unlikely,” she says, defensive.

Kurt shakes his head quickly. “Uh, no, it’s just – I thought he had a purple cup earlier.”

“Nope.” Mercedes grins. “Definitely pink. I saw him with it just a second ago.”

But it was an accident, Kurt thinks. Blaine said the pink was for him.

“Oh, well… I’m happy for you,” Kurt says, shooting Mercedes his most sincere smile. “Truly.”

“Thanks, Kurt,” she says. “We could hang out sometime maybe…?”

Kurt takes a step back. “I… maybe.”

There’s that sad look again. Kurt closes his eyes to drown it out. Once he feels marginally better, he opens them, bracing himself for more sadness, but – Mercedes is gone.

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Maybe he can’t openly be Mercedes’ friend anymore – but the least he can do is make sure her boyfriend isn’t being a dick to her. He almost races down the stairs back into the living room.

Even more people dancing now. Kurt scans the room for any sign of Sam or Blaine. He growls when he spots them. Of course – they are dancing. He tries not to watch Blaine shimmy his hips to the music, and promptly fails. Damn that boy.

He stomps over, pushing himself between them and staring Sam down.

“You better not hurt her,” he hisses.

Sam’s eyes go huge. “What?”

“You heard me.” Kurt narrows his eyes. “I know your cup was supposed to be purple. Blaine told me. You’re more than lucky to get a chance with someone like Mercedes. If you-”

Sam’s eyes skirt around frantically as he steps closer and tries to shut Kurt up. “Ssssh, what the fuck, don’t tell-”

“Oh, don’t want her to find out you’re on the lookout? Is that why you so conveniently switched cup colors, huh?!”

Blaine dances around Kurt and comes up next to Sam, looking confused and a little dizzy. Kurt honestly almost forgot he was behind him the entire time.

“Sam, ‘s Kurt still angry at me?” he asks, his words slurred.

Sam rolls his eyes. “No, he’s angry at me.”

“What’d chu do?”

“Switch cup colors,” Sam mutters. He turns back to Kurt. “Kurt, man, I swear this is not what you think it is.” He inches closer, and if Kurt wasn’t so focused on defending Mercedes, he’d find it cute how Blaine instinctively does the same, almost touching Kurt’s shoulder. Voice lowered, Sam continues, “Mercedes and I are keeping it on the down low for a while.”

“Yeah, right.” Kurt laughs in disbelief. “Which is why you’re both sporting pink?”

“Well, we’re not telling anyone who exactly- that’s beside the point, though.” Sam sighs. “If I was going to cheat on her, why would my cup say that I’m taken, Sherlock?”

Kurt blinks. He hadn’t thought of that.

“Where does it say that?” Blaine asks, looking down at Sam’s cup.

Kurt replays what Blaine told him earlier in his head. He wanted pink, but Sam switched them. He didn’t say anything about the meaning…

“Blaine doesn’t know about the color codes,” Kurt concludes.

Sam shoots him a grin. “I was just messing with him a little. I knew you were going to-” He blinks quickly. “Uh, forget that part.”

Kurt tries to ignore the way his heartbeat speeds up a little at that. What is Sam’s plan? And does it mean Blaine is single after all? And why does he care oh-so-much?

“Wha’s goin’ on?” Blaine asks, alternating between staring at Kurt and staring at Sam.

Kurt gives Sam the sideeye before turning to Blaine. “Blaine, your cup color means you’re DTF.”

“What’s DTF?” Blaine asks immediately.

“How much has he had to drink?” Kurt asks at the same time as Sam says, “Down to fuck.”

Blaine whips around to face Sam. “You told him I’m down to fuck?!”

Sam breaks out into laughter. “I didn’t but you just did…” He turns to Kurt and winks. “I think I’ll leave you to it. I’m gonna go find Mercedes.”

“Sam, wait!” Kurt says, cursing his helpless voice. God, what is he going to with this info now? Sam doesn’t turn around.

Blaine stares after Sam before turning to Kurt. “Kurt, if Sam leaves me here alone, can you drive me home? I could break into a car and try it myself but… I think I’m too-” He sways a little on his feet. “Tipsy.”

“Ya think?” Kurt huffs out a laugh, reaching out his hand to steady Blaine. “Okay, first things first. Have some of my water. And, uh… let’s go somewhere outside to get you sobered up, okay?”

Blaine’s face lights up at that. He reaches for Kurt’s hand, but Kurt withdraws, looking around nervously. He tries to ignore Blaine’s furrowed eyebrows and his pout, instead pushing him through the crowd by the shoulders. When he’s finally got them outside in the miraculously empty backyard, he lets himself breathe. Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Blaine watches him, surprisingly attentive in his drunken state.

“Do you hate me?” he asks timidly.

“Wh- what?” Kurt stutters.

Blaine looks down at his feet. “I never know what to think with you.”

“I don’t hate you, Blaine,” Kurt says, stepping closer. “Drink some more water.”

Kurt takes the pink cup from Blaine before he can raise it to his mouth.

“The other cup. That’s your rum and coke.”

“Oh.” Blaine nods, and gulps down the contents of Kurt’s cup, holding it with both hands like a child. Kurt bites back a smile. Why is he even cuter when he’s drunk? When he’s done, Blaine holds the cup up in Kurt’s face. “So, what does blue mean?”

Kurt rolls his eyes. “Single as fuck.”

“Are you?” Blaine asks curiously, eyes flitting between Kurt’s face and the cup.

Kurt tries to hide his blush by pushing a strand of pink hair out of his face. “I guess I am.”

“Oh, alright.” Blaine gives a slight nod. “Cool.”

Kurt can’t help but laugh at the way he tries to act nonchalant. “Yeah? That alright with you?”, he asks.

“Yeah…” Blaine drops his eyes and then shoots them back up at Kurt with an intensity that makes Kurt’s knees go weak. “Very.”

“Blaine…” he breathes out, hyperaware of how close their faces are. He clears his throat, looking around for something to do. He decides on setting their cups down on a nearby windowsill. His eyes linger on the pink one.

“Why’d you want that color?” he asks Blaine, putting his hands in his pocket now that he has nothing to hold.

“Hm?” Blaine follows Kurt’s line of sight. “Oh. Uh.” His eyes find Kurt’s again, then flicker up to Kurt’s hair. “I just really like pink.”

Kurt can’t find it in himself to hide his blush this time. “Oh… alright.”

“Yeah?” Blaine smiles. “Alright with you?”

“Oh, shut up,” Kurt laughs. Throwing all caution in the wind, he adds, “I’m not the one who admitted he’s down to fuck.”

Blaine inhales sharply. “I can’t believe Sam told you that.”

“Actually, you did,” Kurt says, tilting his head.

“Oh god, I did, didn’t I?” Blaine asks, looking like he’s trying to read Kurt’s face. “And… is that alright with you?”

Kurt wants to say something witty, or just confirm, or something – but his brain short-circuits and what he ends up blurting is, “I’m a virgin!”

“Oh, well, I mean… me too… it’s not like I meant right now…” Blaine mutters, visibly flustered. His face goes all red. It’s so. Damn. Cute. “I just…”

Kurt squeezes his eyes shut for a second, trying to focus his thoughts. “It’s alright with me,” he says. “Maybe not right now, but…”

“Gotcha.” Blaine exhales, and Kurt can feel his breath on his face. How did they get so close again? Blaine laughs nervously. “Wow, I’m feeling very sober all of a sudden.”

“Yeah?” Kurt feels a rush of heat streaming through his body. “Funny. I feel kinda drunk.”

They’re both silent for a beat, looking at each other, before they lean in at the same time. Kurt’s lips land on Blaine’s a little off-center but they adjust as Blaine pulls him in, threading his fingers through the hair at the back of Kurt’s head. Kurt makes a muffled noise, grabbing Blaine’s shirt on both sides and holding on for dear life, dragging Blaine closer, kissing him harder. He wasn’t prepared for how good this would feel. He wasn’t prepared for how much he would want to-

“Wait, wait, wait,” Kurt gasps out. “Fuck. I-”

“What’s wrong?” Blaine asks, concerned.

“I’m not… we’re not…” Kurt sighs. “This is gonna be a problem. We can’t-”

“Why not?”

“I’m… well… ugh. I have a lot to lose, let’s put it that way,” Kurt says grimly.

Blaine lets his hands fall to his sides, his body deflating.

“Don’t be mad,” Kurt pleads.

“I’m not,” Blaine says. “But I guess I kind of hoped I was a lot to gain.”

There it is again, the urge to smack his stupid head against the nearest wall. Why does he keep doing this to others? To himself? If he could just be himself…

Kurt takes in Blaine’s face, studying his eyes and those ridiculously long eyelashes and thick eyebrows that kept distracting him the first time they had to do an assignment together. He remembers how Blaine’s enthusiasm and his cute quirks pulled him in from the get-go, how he kept hoping they’d be paired together for more assignments… how kissing him just now felt like he could do anything and get away with it…

Oh, to hell with these charades.

Quinn’s eyebrows rise when she catches Sam and Mercedes kissing on the front porch, but they almost disappear beneath her hairline when she sees Kurt on the dance floor – goofing off with Blaine and smiling like an utter idiot. Of course. She should have known. He’d never tell her the truth, but it’s always been kind of obvious how soft he got around him.

“I take partial credit for that,” Santana drawls next to Quinn, leaning her elbow on Quinn’s shoulder. “He needed a bit of a push.”

“Who knew you had such match-making skills.” Quinn makes to turn towards Santana to grin at her but spots Karofsky and Azimio in the crowd, scowling. “Oh, fuck.”

“What?” Santana follows her gaze and balls her fists. “Don’t worry about them. They’re making those faces because I just twisted their nads and put them in their place. I have them under control.”

Quinn shakes her head fondly. “You’re actually a pretty good friend, Santana.”

Santana looks like she wants to disagree for a second but then she just shrugs.

“Yeah, yeah… just don’t tell Kurt.”

Kurt beams when Mercedes and Sam finally show up together, joining Blaine and him on the dance floor.

Blaine and Sam seem to be engaged in a secret conversation involving nods, winks and fist-bumping, so Kurt turns to Mercedes.

“Are we okay?” he asks her.

She smiles back at him. “We’re peachy. Or at least we’re gonna be.”

Relief floods his body. This party is turning out to be so much better than anticipated. And maybe, just maybe… everything will be alright.

[waveridden]

FIC: apple cider, i don’t mind

Dak turns around, and Max jumps onto his back in a well-practiced motion. “Who’s ready for an open house?” (Dak/Tech parent/teacher AU, 2.9k)

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Dak cups his hands around his mouth. “Max!” he shouts up the stairs. “Come on, buddy, we gotta get going!”

“I can’t find my backpack!” Max yells back.

“You left it in the kitchen! And you don’t need the backpack, this is just an open house!”

“I can’t go to school without a backpack, you made me promise!”

“This isn’t a normal school day, and we’re running late!”

Max gasps from upstairs, surprisingly loud with his little seven-year-old lungs. That’s one of the crazy things about kids: they’re fucking loud. They talk loud. They scream loud. Even their dramatic gasps are loud enough to hear downstairs. “Mister Z doesn’t like it when people are late!”

“Then we’d better get going,” Dak says, or starts to say when Max comes barrelling down the stairs and more or less leaps into Dak’s chest, full-force.

Dak catches him, because what kind of an uncle would he be if he dropped him, and drops him on the stairs. Max lands with a quiet oof and a giggle and looks up at Dak. “I think you’re gonna like Mister Z.”

Max loves Mister Z. He has made absolutely no secret of it. Dak doesn’t know anything about the guy, other than he teaches second grade and he is Max’s all-time favorite person right now. Also, he’s apparently into all the weird science projects that kids love, with the slime and the volcanoes and maybe a class pet or something, Dak can’t really keep track. But he does want to meet the guy for himself.

“I think I am too.” Dak ruffles Max’s hair and then looks down. Max is wearing a bow tie with his Spiderman T-shirt. “Whoa there, kiddo, what’s with the fancy outfit?”

Max’s cheeks flush pink. “It’s a special day,” he says defensively.

Dak knows exactly why Max is dressed up, probably. Max told Pox that he has a crush on Mister Z, and because Pox is the coolest goddamn babysitter in the world, she immediately told Dak about it. Pox is fucking great, because sometimes she lets Dak just pay her with food, and because Max loves her, and because she tells Dak the important secrets that his nephew is keeping.

“Okay,” Dak says placatingly. “Stand up, c’mere, let me fix it.”

Max’s eyes narrow, but he stands up, and Dak bends down to adjust the bow tie. “Normally we put these with the shirts with the collars, you know that?”

“You call those monkey suit shirts.”

“Yeah, and I have a job where I never have to wear them, but it’s nice to have ‘em if you ever wanna wear a tie around your neck.”

“Where else would you wear it?”

“Around your head, like a bandana.”

Max giggles. “That’s silly!”

“Of course it is!” Dak turns around, and Max jumps onto his back in a well-practiced motion. “Who’s ready for an open house?”

“Me!” Max shouts.

“Who’s ready to meet Mister Z?”

“You!”

“And who’s ready to get McDonald’s afterwards?”

“Both of us!”

“Hell yeah, both of us!” Dak lifts one hand behind his head, and Max smacks it in the tiniest, greatest seven-year-old high five known to man. “Let’s get going!”

#

The facts are these:

First, Dak didn’t ever really intend to have kids. He and Shirley talked about it back in the day, and after they broke up he never really saw much of a point in being a dad. He likes kids, sure, but he also likes driving trucks and being on the open road and all that shit. He likes that he can leave home for a few weeks and not worry about coming back. He likes listening to audiobooks and being by himself.

Second, he didn’t know his sister that well before she died. Carrie was a good twelve years younger than him, and they were never all that close. He knew that she had kids, had even met them once or twice. And he knew that her husband was a real shitbag, but he had never stopped to think about… well, about custody or any of that. He figured that she had her own life, and she would work all that out, and it would be fine.

Third, there was a car accident that took Carrie, and her baby, and Max’s leg from the knee down. And fourth, completely without Dak’s knowledge, he was listed as Max’s legal guardian if anything happened to Carrie. And that was how Dak ended up with a four-year-old and no fucking clue what to do with him.

It’s the kind of thing where there’s no learning curve, and he figured that out real fucking quick. Kids don’t care that you’ve never had a kid before, they care about getting a grilled cheese and cool pajamas. It’d totally rearranged Dak’s life, and as much as he loves Max now, it was fucking hard. It was really fucking hard.

It was worth it, though. Dak knows it was worth it every time he high-fives Max, and every time he stays up late helping Max through his English homework, and every single morning he wakes up and this kid is still here. It’s worth it.

#

Mister Z is a little younger than Dak expected. He’s sitting on his desk in the front of the room, talking to a woman who has three tiny kids running around her, but he still catches Dak’s eye and nods when Dak walks in. Dak nods back, as though he has any idea what’s happening, and lets Max start dragging him around the room.

He’s been to a couple open houses at this point, and he’s still not really sure what the point is. Especially considering that he has to deal with how weird people get every time he introduces himself as Max’s uncle - no, not his dad, yes, his guardian, and why the fuck are you asking what happened to his parents, that’s fucking insane. People have no sense of privacy.

“This is my desk,” Max announces, tugging on Dak’s hand as they reach a desk in the corner of the room. “This is where I sit and take notes and read books under the desk sometimes, but the books are always about science so it’s okay.”

“Where do you get science books?” Dak says, which he knows is probably not the right parental response, but fucking whatever, uncle privileges. “Should I be buying you science books?”

“We have a library,” Max says, in the most /duh tone of voice that Dak has ever heard from him. He is, despite literally all logic, very proud. “The new librarian Mister The Tech Wizard helps me find good science books, and sometimes he gets me the third and fourth grade ones even though I’m only in second grade, because he says I’m good at reading them.”

“Whoa, slow your roll there.” Dak rests a hand on Max’s desk, running one finger across Max’s nametag taped to the top. “You got a new librarian and his name is-”

“Mister The Tech Wizard,” Max repeats dutifully. “He says we don’t have to call him Mister or anything, and that The Tech Wizard is an old nickname that just kind of stuck, and a lot of the kids just call him Tech Wizard, but I wanna be respectful, because he’s helping me. So I call him Mister The Tech Wizard.”

“Max is very into respect,” a new voice says. Dak is completely unsurprised to look over and see Mister Z, who has a very cool side-cut and very un-teacher-like knee-high studded boots.

Dak looks down at Max. “Who’s teaching you about respect? Because it’s definitely not me.”

“You’re respectful,” Max protests. “And Mister Z talks a lot about respect, so it’s important!”

“But he takes it more seriously than most of the kids,” Mister Z says dryly, and offers his hand. “Hey, I’m Mister Z. I teach your kid how to read and stuff.”

Dak takes it and shakes it, with the best and firmest Dak Rambo handshake that he can manage. “I’m his Uncle Dak.”

“Yeah, he talks about you a lot. You drive trucks?”

“Only when there’s someone to watch him.” Which there normally is, because Pox is great like that. Dak doesn’t know what she does when she’s not babysitting, but she always seems to be around when he needs her. “And you teach a whole bunch of seven-year-olds. How’s that going for you?”

For just a second, Mister Z’s face drops out of professional-cool-teacher mode to a very human, super relatable wince. “I love them, and I love what I do,” he says sincerely, “but, you know.”

Dak does know. “I do know,” he says. “Well, Max thinks you’re great, he only says good things about you, although apparently he reads science books under his desk during class.”

“Dak,” Max whines, looking mortified.

Dak ruffles Max’s hair cheerfully. “Sorry, kiddo, but you gotta pay attention in school! Otherwise you end up like your uncle Dak, driving trucks on the open road, forgetting how to add three plus two.”

“You know what three plus two is!”

“I know it’s different than two plus two.”

“Between you and me-” Mister Z glances conspicuously at Max before leaning in and lowering his voice. “I know he reads the books, but your kid is way fucking smarter than the rest of the class. As long as he keeps turning stuff in on time, I don’t care what he does in class.”

Dak opens his mouth to say that Max isn’t exactly his kid, but before he can ask, Max tugs on his sleeve. “Are you telling secrets about me?” he asks, looking genuinely worried.

“No secrets, buddy, just Mister Z giving me the grown-up 411.” Dak grins and claps Mister Z on the shoulder. He twitches a little bit, but doesn’t shrug Dak off, which is a good sign. Maybe. “I’m glad you’re Max’s teacher, Z, you seem like a cool dude. Can you give us directions to the library? I wanna meet this Mister The Tech Wizard and thank him for giving Max the hook-up.”

“I know where the library is,” Max says indignantly. “And I gotta finish showing you around, and you didn’t really talk to Mister Z.”

“I don’t have a lot to say,” Mister Z admits. “I’ve got a sheet of paper with a little bit about my teaching philosophy, which the district made me write up, but mostly this is for you to show Dak around, Max. Can you do that?”

Max nods determinedly and tugs at his little elastic-neck bowtie. Mister Z looks down, sees the bowtie, and grins. “Hey, nice bowtie.”

“Thank you,” Max says, very politely, and then beams. Dak has to hand it to the kid: he doesn’t even start blushing until Mister Z has moved on to talking to the next parent.

Dak bumps his hand against Max’s shoulder. “You need a minute, or are you ready for the grand tour?”

“I don’t need a minute,” Max says, even though his cheeks are bright, bright pink. It is the cutest fucking thing Dak has ever seen. “I gotta show you all my friends’ desks, and the fishtank.”

“But I can already see the fishtank from here.”

“Daaaaaaaaaaak,” Max says exaggeratedly, so drawn out that Dak is completely sure that Max thinks it’s funny.

“Just a little bit of uncle humor for you,” he says cheerfully. “Come on, show me around the classroom.”

#

The library ends up being their last stop, not for lack of trying, but because every single teacher they see seems to know and love Max. They find his first grade teacher, who never liked Dak but who is still nice to Max, so she’s on thin fucking ice. They find the teacher who does the computer class, and the art teacher, and Max’s gym teacher, who apparently didn’t expect Max’s guardian to be a tough guy. Unluckily for them, Dak is the toughest guy.

“This is the library,” Max announces loudly as he pushes the door open. “There’s computers in here, and a bunch of books.”

Dak whistles as he takes a look around. There are no other parents or kids in sight, only shelves and shelves of books. “Wow. You ever seen this many books in one place at once?”

“Bookstore,” Max points out, which is probably true, but it does kind of ruin Dak’s whole embarrassing uncle humor vibe. “They have the picture books for the littler kids, and the chapter books for the bigger kids, and-”

“And science books for the science kids,” a voice says warmly.

It takes Dak a second to find the source of the voice: behind the counter, off to the side. The man in question, who absolutely has to be Mister The Tech Wizard, is… well, honestly, he’s a little hot, in a very specific way. He’s chubby, a little bit scruffy, and he’s wearing an orange fanny pack and little earrings shaped like stars. And he’s smiling at Max, a nice non-condescending smile, which automatically puts him at the top of Dak’s list of favorite people.

“Hi Mister The Tech Wizard!” Max waves at him. “This is my Uncle Dak, he’s here for the open house and he said something about saying thank you for hooking up.”

“You said those words in the wrong order, bud,” Dak says cheerfully, as Tech Wizard blushes so hard he practically turns purple. “I said I wanted to say thank you for giving Max the hook-up with science books, and Max apparently remembered the two weirdest words out of that sentence.”

Max frowns. “What’s wrong with hooking up?”

“Nothing,” Dak says, “and anyone who ever tells you otherwise is wrong. But that’s one of those things where if you say it a certain way, it means something different to grown-ups.”

“Oh.” Max thinks about this for a few seconds. “Like that time the neighbor knocked over a bucket, and I said he kicked the bucket, but that means something else?”

“Exactly.”

Max nods and looks back at Tech Wizard. “What did I say by accident?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Tech Wizard says, still looking a little mortified. His eyes flick up and down Dak’s body, which is… well, that’s what Dak calls a pleasant surprise. But then he clears his throat and seems to come back to himself, and he looks down at Max. “Okay, let’s try it one more time, what did you want to say?”

“Uncle Dak wanted to thank you for giving me science books.”

“Oh!” Tech Wizard turns back to Dak, any remaining embarrassment melting off of him. “Dude, your nephew is smart, did you know that?”

“Did I know that?” Dak scoffs loudly. “Of course I did! Except for the part where he reads about science.”

“I read all about the table of elements,” Max says proudly.

“He’s reading the kind of books that kids a couple years older than him are supposed to be reading, but blow off,” Tech Wizard explains. “And he understands it all pretty well. Zenith and I talk about it, and we’re pretty impressed.”

“You talk about me?” Max repeats, eyes round. “Really?”

“We talk about a lot of the kids.”

“And my sister’s kid is worth talking about,” Dak says proudly, wrapping a hand around Max’s shoulder and tugging him close. “I don’t have much to say, but I did want to stop by and say thank you for helping him out.”

“It’s my job,” Tech Wizard says, but he smiles, looking pleased. “And you’re welcome. You’ve got a great kid here, you know that? Or a great sister’s kid.”

“Oh, I know.” Dak squeezes Max’s shoulder and looks down. “Do you need any science books right now, do you wanna show me around?”

Max blinks a couple times and opens his mouth, with the face that means he’s embarrassed to say something.

Dak cottons on immediately. “Or do you wanna go to McDonald’s?”

“I wanna go to McDonald’s,” Max says, cheeks coloring ever so slightly, but he looks resolute.

“That’s what I thought.” Dak glances back at the counter. “Looks like we gotta blast, but it was nice meeting you, Mister The Tech Wizard.”

Mister The Tech Wizard waves him off, looking embarrassed. “Just Tech is fine.”

“Just Tech,” Dak repeats. “Got it. And I’m just Dak.”

“Not even I call him Uncle Dak,” Max adds. “Not always, anyways.”

Tech nods. “Dak,” he says, and for a single heart-crunching second Dak is certain that he never wants to hear anyone else say his name again. Not if they’re not gonna say it like that. “It was good to meet you too, Dak.”

“Yeah,” Dak says, and there are already a couple of really, really good excuses to come back and visit the library swirling around in the back of his head. For Max and science books, obviously. And for the way Tech is looking at him, the shy little smile on his face. “Seriously, thank you for keeping an eye out for him.”

“Of course,” Tech says, and waves at Max. “Have a good night.”

“Good night, Mister The Tech Wizard,” Max chirps, and starts dragging Dak towards the door. Dak barely has time to wave before Max is pretty much towing him back down the hall, chattering about books or some shit. And in a minute Dak will feel bad about not really listening, but right now he glances over his shoulder and sees Tech watching them walk away, with a tiny, pleased smile. And, well, he needs a minute to be excited about that.

[patiencetaught]

Wedding meme for Jack and Jenny please?!?!

wedding headcanons | accepting

where they get married:  Outside, like in a little grassy area near a little banquet hall, under a tree? They then go inside to the hall for the reception because Jenny had so much anxiety about getting rained on. 

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. ): Early summer, like late May-mid-June. It’s the end of the school year and it’s nice and warm, so it works out nicely. Their ceremony is probably around noon

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. ): I feel like their wedding is pretty mellow over all? I mean, they do the usual ones, like the ones mentioned in this meme (best man speech, first dance, bouquet toss, etc.), and I also imagine Jenny is very insistent about Jack not seeing her before the wedding day, insisting that it’s bad luck. Jenny also does some research and they do some Gaelic wedding traditions as well, like handfasting and a traditional Celtic wedding pledge after they give their own vows. But other than that, they’re pretty much your average American wedding

what their wedding cake looks like: Super lowkey. I actually bet a friend made it for them? Just because the cakes were so expensive and their wedding was so small, they figured it would be easier to just have someone they knew do it. As a result, it’s a pretty simple cake, probably two tiers, likely buying into the naked cake trend with real flowers as accents? Looking something like this, maybe? 

….who smashes cake into whose face: Jenny smashes it into Jack’s face first and he only retaliates after she does. Marco also does it to Matilda because he is confused and thinks that’s what everyone is doing now. 

who proposed to who first: Jack, although Marco accidentally spills the beans before hand. 

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither ): Jenny walks down the aisle, Jack is stationed at the alter. I don’t know if she’d have anyone walk her down the aisle, but Matilda gives her mom away and I could see Marco insisting that he get to do that with Jack? And they decided they liked symbolism and stuck with it. 

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like: Jack is pretty dressed down, I doubt he even has a jacket and it’s probably not even in black. Like, dress pants, vest, dress shirt with sleeves rolled up and a navy blue tie? Jenny’s dress is more vintage looking with a lot of lace. Probably tea length, something like this. Also, I’m pretty convinced she’s barefoot because she was so scared she’d turn her ankle walking in heels in the grass. She gets one of those pretty little foot things? I don’t know what they’re called, but they look like this?  

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have: I don’t think they go for anything super strict or narrow for decor? I think it’s probably just sort of neutral colors and sort of a more rustic theme? Pennet banners, sunflowers, mason jars, burlap, those sorts of things. 

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? ): Baby’s breath, a little bit of greenery, and light pink peonies is what I’m imagining. 

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. ): I feel like they have some idea where they’re going, but they’re largely sort of improvised? To speak from the heart sort of idea. Also vows that are mentioned below that go with the handfasting and the Gaelic vows I linked. 

if anyone’s late to the wedding: Race, almost. Just barely. He snuck in while Jenny was coming down the aisle and everyone was looking at her.

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other: Sarah is her maid of honor and I’m inclined to say David is Jack’s? His groomsmen are probably Race and other canon newsies? Jenny only has a few other bridesmaids

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing: Groomsmen are dressed the same as Jack, but instead of a vest, they’re wearing suspenders #sorrynotsorry. As for the ladies, they’re in knee length dresses in like a champagne pink? They’re more of a sheath dress with 3/4 sleeves? Also super lacy, like this. Matilda is obviously the flower girl and Jenny just gives her free reign on what kind of dress she gets, as long as it’s pink like the bridesmaids or ivory like her’s. Marco is the ringbearer and he’s basically a little back with a bowtie instead of a tie.

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? ): Davey gives a speech because he’s obligated as the best man. He most just teases Jack the whole time and the gist is that, “thank god you finally settled down.” But obviously done in a loving, brotherly way. Matilda and Marco give a little speech too, but I see Matilda doing most of the talking and Marco just standing next to her and nodding. 

who catches the bouquet( s ): Sarah. Mostly because the party was so small. 

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? ): Combination of sweet and funny. Like, there’s a bunch of sweet, romantic ones where they have their foreheads resting against each other or he has her wrapped up in his arms. But they also have a bunch with the kiddos, so there’s some where they have like a superhero stance or Jack is holding Marco upside down. I think they also have some from the reception too, lots of them laughing together, like they’re the only people in the room, cake smash moment, and them dancing. I dunno. Combo of funny and sweet, which seems appropriate for their relationship.

what sort of food they have at the reception: Not sure. I want to say Mexican food because I need Manny involved in this relationship too? Or I could see them doing it potluck style? Like, everyone brings a dish so they don’t have to charge people per plate. 

who cries first during the ceremony: Jenny is crying as she’s walking down the aisle, let’s be real.

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. ): Not wild at all, really. They do have some friends there, like Jenny’s teacher friends and people Jack has made friends with at work, but his family is there, and so are Marco and Matilda, so things don’t get too wild. Jenny does get a little tipsy, but only because she’s a lightweight. Jack is a much better dancer during fast songs, but Jenny handles slow dancing much better. Still, they try to lead/help each other out depending on what’s playing. 

what their rings are like: Okay, I’m real emotional about this, but I see this tying into the research Jenny did on Gaelic weddings? She liked the traditional looking wedding rings and the simplicity of them, compared to the other wedding rings she saw? And she liked the equity of them. So, I think they probably have simple claddagh rings, like this. I was also thinking about the engagement ring he gives her, and I’m figuring it’s also very simple and understated because he knew she wouldn’t want anything big and flashy. Something like this, maybe? 

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. ): They get little jars of honey because Jack thought it’d be funny. They probably have some personalized label that says something like, “I get to take my Honey home and so do you,” or some other terrible joke about her last name. 

where they go for their honeymoon: We’ve discussed this, but like, a cabin in one of the national parks (I’m inclined to say in Colorado?) for a week. Just the two of them and they kind of just hang out in the quiet and rest and take hikes and it’s nice.

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. ): I don’t think anything super wild happens? Marco might fall asleep at the table because he’s little and he’s been up a long time. But other than that, it’s pretty mellow. 

who officiates the ceremony: Just...a third grade teacher Jenny knows who got certified online? Because they don’t really have a religious leader to do it. 

what song their first dance is to:  THIS IS SO HARD FOR ME TO CHOOSE. “The Way You Look Tonight” by Frank Sinatra, maybe? Or “At Last” by Etta James? I feel like it’s probably something old school, though. 

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle: Matilda gives away Jenny. Marco gives away Jack. At last, there is balance in the universe.