#alex said yes i will be wearing black to my wedding

[astra-galaxie]

You know what? Screw it.

Can I ask for 🫂 💔 🦾 🖕 😬 🎭 on Jones? I won't bother any longer! (Genuinely trembling as I ask it fjdjdj)

Getting requests is never a bother!😊 And don’t worry, I don’t mind digging into my library of headcanons to find some more for Jones!

🫂 A friendship headcanon

Jones was one of the groomsmen at Alex and Cathy’s wedding. He was honoured to be a part of the couple’s special day and ensured he had extra tissues in his pockets for the groom and himself. The day couldn’t have been more perfect, and Jones was so proud as he watched Alex and Cathy say their vows and become husband and wife. And yes, the extra tissues came in handy during the ceremony!

💔 An angsty headcanon

Jones planned Nathan’s funeral. Nathan didn’t have any family in Grimsborough nor anyone close enough to plan it. Jones knew what his friend wanted to have for a funeral from a conversation the two had shared following Chief King’s death. As hard as it was to bury one of his best friends, Jones was the only one who knew what Nathan wanted, so he took charge and arranged the funeral following Nathan’s wishes. It was heartbreaking to see his friend in a casket and to give the eulogy at the funeral, but Jones knows that when Nathan was put into his final resting place, he was at peace.

🦾 A disability headcanon

After losing his eye, Jones had to learn how to live life with only half of his vision. At the recommendation of his physiotherapist, he joined a support group, and learning from others who live with vision impairment helped him adapt to his new vision. Jones has also amassed an extensive collection of eye patches and has one for every occasion. But he typically just wears a plain black eye patch since black goes with everything.

🖕 A headcanon relating to anger

Jones started taking online anger management classes to help control his outbursts. Chief King was nearly on his last nerve when dealing with him during “Into The Vipers’ Nest” and told him to do something about his attitude or suffer the consequences. Thankfully, the classes and relaxation exercises helped Jones control his anger. You still shouldn't piss him off, but at least now, when he gets angry, it's for good reason.

😬 A headcanon about the worst thing they’ve done

When Jones overdosed on sedatives, he talked to a dream version of Zoe while he was unconscious. Jones begged Zoe to take him with her, that he didn't want to live without her by his side. But Zoe told Jones it wasn’t his time to go and that he needed to keep living for his family, friends and most importantly, himself. Jones cried and said he didn’t know how to live without her. Zoe smiled at him and told him he would learn but needed to fight to wake up first. When Jones awoke and realized it had all been a dream, he wanted to die even more until he read Zoe’s letters and realized that no matter what, he still had her in his heart, and she would never truly be gone from his life.

🎭 A headcanon about what they lie about

While Jones can be a dramatic complainer, he often downplays when hurt or sick. He doesn't want to worry his friends and family, especially after almost dying when he got poisoned during the dog pageant. He remembers how worried everyone was (and for good reason) and hated causing them so much stress. So when he isn't feeling good or has earned himself a new injury, he’ll always insist he’s fine, and they don't need to worry about him even if he’s in a lot of pain.

And that concludes round 2 of Jones’s headcanons! Thank you for the request!

[auxiliarydetective]

The Black Widow, laced with gold

There she is in all her colored glory. Feel free to click on the images and zoom in and take in all of the details because I WILL be giving you an extensive essay on them. This took me over three days to make, most of the time being consumed by the lace and the gold, and I need you to know my creative process.

Huge thanks to Fluffy-foxgirl and Alex-Hime on DeviantArt for creating the base and references!

First of all though, her full name. This is...

Dracule Aurelia!

Yes, she's married to Dracule "Hawk Eyes" Mihawk, World's Greatest Swordsman. Her parents are Silvers Rayleigh and Shakuyaku/Shakky.

NOW, for the details, which will have spoilers spelled like this. I'll be going top left to bottom right:

Her nail polish is a very similar shade to the lining of her coat and her collar. The ring on her pinky finger is the shape of a snake as a reference to her mother being from the Kuja tribe of Amazon Lily and her dearest friend being the ruler of said island, Boa Hancock.

The barrette/hairclip is inspired by the Roaring 20s and their feather headbands. The design of the barrette itself is inspired by Mihawk as well as some hints of vintage upper-class jewelry. The flower on the oval part is one I took from the sleeves of his coat, the feathers are a reference to the feathers on his hat (they're even on the same side) and the cross is a reference to the little cross-shaped dagger around his neck.

The petals on the sleeves of her coat are inspired by the tops Hancock wears, which often have a very similar sleeve design.

The collar of her coat is inspired by both the collar on Mihawk's coat and the collar of a shirt Rayleigh wore when he was younger. The flower at the right edge and the straight frame along the hem both stem directly from Mihawk's coat, the rest of the design is either free-styled or from Rayleigh's shirt. The spider could be a reference to Aurelia's epithet but is actually a reference to the spider motif of her mother.

A small cross necklace as a direct parallel to Mihawk's cross-shaped dagger, as well as a gold body chain.

Ah yes, the dagger. I used to call it "Mini-Yoru" while developing the design, because Mihawk's sword Yoru was the biggest inspiration. Just like Yoru, it's cross-shaped, has a blue gem in the middle of the crossguard and a pommel with a gem at the end. The pommel, in this case, is a spider encased in amber. The dagger's name is Atropos and it was originally a gift from Aurelia to Mihawk because he was getting bored of beating everyone with his big sword and needed a challenge. He used it almost religiously from then on, and gave it back to Aurelia along with the sheath for their anniversary when it had turned into a black blade. The sheath has a snake motif as explained above. I really liked the idea of a lace garter doubling as a holster, so I made exactly that.

The claws, aka the thing that took me the longest to make by far. They're made of pure gold cages with a sharp, solid tip that can slit someone's throat. The wedding ring that Mihawk is fitted to the claw armor on her ring finger and the blue gem is the same color as the one on the crossguard of the dagger. The bracelet attached to the claws has Aurelia's name engraved into it.

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Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @supermarine-silvally - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

[gaymasonjar]

Will You Meet Me In The Middle?

Preview of Chapter 5: Fall For You

 “Seriously? All white? This is a magnet for stains”, Michael stated as he adjusted his sweater in the mirror.

 “It’s not ALL white. You have lime green socks on”, Alex informed him as he put on a white baseball cap. “Besides, you’re allowed your hat.”

 “Why must you give me logic?”

 “Because someone has to”, Alex hugged Michael from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.

 Michael chuckled and stared at their reflection. Alex and Michael were wearing matching white sweatshirts. The day of their wedding was printed on the back:      ‘Mr. and Mr. Guerin. September 5th, 2022. Roswell, NM’     . Before they had left, Isobel had given them a honeymoon present of custom-made clothing. It was hilarious but also very sweet. Alex couldn’t argue that it was in bad taste. It felt great being able to be out and loud about being married to the man he loved.

 “We should head downstairs soon. The photographer is picking us up.”

“Oh really”, Michael questioned. “Just how fancy is this supposed to be?” “Well, she has a better ride for our pictures. Not that I hate your truck.”

 “Listen I know it’s old, but that truck has been with me a long time.”

 “I know”, Alex reassured as he lead Michael out of their room. “But I think you’ll like what I picked out.”

 “Guess I’ll just have to take your word for it.”

 “I guess so.”

 Michael smirked, pinning Alex to the wall of the elevator to steal a kiss. Alex cupped his face back to return it.  The couple only separated when the elevator doors opened again. They headed out through the lobby and towards the parking lot. A woman in leather pants and a blue crop top was leaning against a bright yellow vehicle. It was a 1975 convertible FIAT124 Spider; completely restored.

 “Oh hell yes”, Michael grinned excitedly.

 The photographer looked up, as she finished tying up her green and black hair in a ponytail. “You must be Mr. and Mr. Guerin!”

 “That’s us”, Alex confirmed.

 “Ready to roll? I’ve got a bunch of great locations in mind for pictures.”

 “Please tell me I get to drive this thing at least once today”, Michael nearly begged.

 She laughed and nodded, “Session includes you in the driver seat.”

 “That’s awesome.”

 “I’m Dawn by the way.”

 “Michael”, he shook her hand. “And this beautiful man is my husband Alex.”

 “Great to finally meet you both.” She opened the passenger door of the car for them, “Shall we?”

 They all piled into the car. Dawn drove them off into the heart of downtown. There was a large, old cathedral towering over the rest of the buildings. Dawn picked the side street behind it where there was plenty of shade. She jumped out, allowing Michael to scoot over. She pulled out her camera from the trunk and adjusted the lens.

 “Alright, try to act natural. Focus more on each other than me. I’m here to capture the moments of you two just being you.”

 “Easier said than done”, Michael muttered.

 “Hey”, Alex grabbed his chin. “Just focus on me.”

 “Easier done than said”, he smirked.

 The clicking of the camera sounded off from nearby as Dawn snapped some pictures. “See? You guys are naturals at this! Oh, I almost forgot something.”

 Rounding the back of the car again, Dawn attached the ‘Just Married’ sign to the trunk of the car and two strings of empty Mountain Dew cans. Alex took his hat off to steal Michael’s. He tilted it up some, finding it a bit too big for his own head. Michael chuckled at the motion.

 “We’ll get pictures with the sign in a bit. Just be cute and gay.”

 Michael glanced over at the camera as it clicked a few more times. He snagged his hat back, using it as a shield as he kissed Alex behind the cover. Alex smiled against his lips. The camera continued clicking away as they continued to try different poses. At one point Alex traded the cowboy hat for his baseball cap and dragged Michael outside of the car. They used the sign prop to show off as they really got into it. Michael sat back on the trunk. He dragged Alex by the hips to sit with him.

 Alex laughed, “Who knew you were such a showoff.”

 “Oh please, I get to embarrass you all the time now with no consequences”, Michael nuzzled his cheek.

 “Oh god”, Alex groaned but leaned into his husband’s embrace regardless.

Read more on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45325099/chapters/114530731

[neneeeen]

Hi guys smeeee again😍

Alex Volvov…🤨

It all started with Alex cousins wedding. And the late invite.i had a two hours to find a dress fitted for the wedding. And not only that Alex and me were both stressed to the attitude and sass was crazy.

“What about this?”

I said spinning around for him in a dress. It was meh. A bit too long for my taste. I liked them short.

“Perfect”

Alex said not even looking up from his phone. God this man drove me fucking crazy.

“Alex. I’ll go to that wedding fucking naked if you don’t start helping me find dresses”

I said rolling my eyes. I knew Alex didn’t handle disrespect that easy. Especially when I rolled my eyes. He stopped and stared at me for a moment with a frown on his face, still sitting down.

“You do that one more time tonight and I’ll fuck you so hard you’re gorgeous eyes will get stuck like that.”

I lick my lips deciding if I should test fate and roll my eyes again or actually go look for a dress. I decide keep looking for a dress is the best option as we were actually stressed. As I leave the locker room and I hand the bag to Alex not caring if he didn’t want to hold it. I guess today he did.

“What are you so snappy for hmm?”

He asks me as we walk into a store called VS.

“Alex shut up you know why and you still ask me?”

I siad a bit more loud than necessary. Knowing he was teasing me but it only made me more mad. I was going to explode soon. I rolled my eyes again out of instinct and hoped he didn’t see it.

I walked not really caring if he was mad or shocked from my response.

“Who are you telling to shut up exactly?”

He says scratching his stubble looking agitated. We were walking to the locker room as we went back and forth with the comments.

“You. I’m telling you the freaking man that wont stop asking dumb questions. When are we done? Yeah pick that dress. Perfect. You didn’t even look up”

I said. Imitating his dark voice but making it sound a bit more stupid. I went inside the locker room with a dress that was more short than necessary but didn’t care. He sat outside, this time with his phone in his pockets trying not to rip open the door and fuck the attitude out of me.

I walk out a little breathless since the dress was tight. It was black with some glitter on it and it stopped right above my ass. If I bent over everything would be on show. But it looked gorgeous on me.

“Yeah you’re not wearing that.” He says immediately. His eyes going up and down my body.

“Yes i am” I said rolling my eyes, I guess that was his last drop.

He stood up and stalked towards me. Looking at me like prey. Clearing his throat before pushing me inside the room and closing the door. Grabbing the hanger for the close and making make shift lock. Oh.

He grabs my hair and tugs it. While slowly kissing my neck from behind as he manhandled me. My face being pushed on the wall as he was behind me.

“I swear I’ll fuck the attitude out of you. How does it feel hmm? Knowing you’re gonna get fucked in a locker room by youre husband? Hmm?”

He said unbuckling his pants and lifting my dress up. Spanking my ass and smoothing the area over.*

“Answer me.”

He said spanking my ass harder making me moan.

“It’s feels good”

I said he hums as he pushed two fingers inside me. Pumping in and out as I moaned. He pulled his fingers out and licked them. Grabbing my jaw and making me turn my head so I saw what he did. He smirks at me and grabs my throat while kissing my neck.

“You’ve been a very very bad girl. And I’m gonna make sure you remember your place.”

He said. Giving me no warning before pushing his dick inside me. Pulling out to the tip slowly before slamming back inside. He keeps going at this pace before going even faster. Groaning in my ear.

“You’re gonna stop being such a bratty slut and start acting right hm?”

He said breathless in my ear while my eyes were rolling back. The pleasure to much to handle as I felt myself about to climax.

“Answer before I stop”

I try to find my voice as I’ve been moaning his name for the last five minutes and screaming every-time he filled me up fully.

“Yesyesyes~I’ll stop”

I said. Feeling my legs shake as my climax rolled in. He spanked my ass again before cumming inside me. Filling me up and thrusting even more just to make sure nothing dripped out. He pulls out and watches as his cum slowly drips down my thigh. He kisses my neck while holding my waist

“Drop the attitude. I get it youre stressed but come on baby don’t be like that…”

He said. Hugging me as I sighed. I guess it was a well needed fuck.

[notsowrites]

we make the rules

a malex 4x12 coda (also this promo picture from 4x13)

a/n: i didn’t write nearly as many codas this season as i’d hoped to. but i feel like once there’s a closed canon to deal with, it may open up a whole new set of possibilities for fic. (this is another fic that is @im-the-punk-who’s fault because i love him but if he keeps throwing out headcanons I AM GOING TO KEEP WRITING THEM)

[read on AO3 here]

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Being back in their house for the first time since getting stuck in alien hell, Alex notices the smallest differences as he walks through. Michael's black cowboy hat hangs on a hook by the front door. The fridge is full of Tupperware leftovers from Michael cooking more than enough for one person. Michael's toolbox is sitting on the floor next to the door that leads out the garage, as if he'd been using it before coming to find him. Textbooks and notebooks piled on the dining table for subjects that Alex certainly has never had an interest in. He'd seen the closet separated between their clothes for exactly one day before he'd left, and now it's starting to look like a bit of a mix - Michael seemingly becoming more and more comfortable with moving past the rigidity of my side and your side and making it theirs during the time in between. His fingers drift along the shirts and jackets, his plaid mixed with Michael's patterns, a smile spreading across his face.

There's a garment bag hanging on the far end, one that Alex knows doesn't belong to him, and he reaches for it now, pulling it out far enough to grab the zipper. Inside is nothing too fancy - just a black shirts, black pants, and a bolo tie. He pulls the bag out of the closet, and sets it down on the end of the bed, admiring it.

"Isobel thought I should own at least one nice outfit."

Alex hums, glancing over at him and then back at the suit. There's at least a dozen dress shirts, dress pants, vests, jackets and ties that make up his own "nice outfit" wardrobe. 

He reaches his hand out for Michael, waiting until he feels warm, familiar calloused skin against his own.

"What if we do something different for this - for our wedding?"

Michael pulls on their joined hands, Alex watching as he brings them up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the knuckles. But he's smiling and that feels like all the answer he really needs to continue.

"No white, no feeling like we have to be overly formal." His free hand reaches out to touch the cotton if the black shirt in the garment bag again. 

"What do you have in mind?"

He pulls on the garment bag just enough to stress his point. "I want to wear this."

Michael goes quiet, but doesn't let go of his hand, which Alex takes as a good sign. He's not sure how the whole idea is going to go over with him, because it means that while he gets to pick the one option available to him, it gives Michael a much, much bigger selection. He watches as Michael takes a step towards where his own suits are hanging, dropping his hand and opening up the first garment bag in the row - a navy blue three piece.

"Are you sure?"

"Isobel might be doing all the heavy lifting getting the town square ready, but this is something we get to choose."

Michael still doesn't look convinced, and Alex wishes he could pull on that thread of confidence Michael had displayed while creating the fuel from tree roots in order to get them out of an inter-dimensional alien nightmare. But he'd also seen the aftermath, how distraught Michael had become at the prospect of potentially having lost the upper hand, and the way home.

This time he takes hold of Michael's hands in his own, forcing him to let go of the suit he's been focused on. He doesn't think too much right now about how it's Michael's left hand that in a few hours he'll get to slip a ring onto. The same left hand that his father had destroyed with a hammer. There are things about that, it's significance in their relationship especially, that he is saving to mention later. So for now he just holds Michael's hands in his own, allowing the touch to ground them both.

"Nothing in the world would make me happier," he says, leaning in just enough to force Michael to look at him again. "Because you were right, everything about getting married in that pocket dimension was wrong. And now we get to do it how we want. We get to do it our way."

Finally, that gets another smile out of Michael.

And it feels like, for the first time in his life, he has some control over what happens next. That together they've learned how to navigate the messy world they live in together, and only come out stronger in their relationship as a result. Nothing about them is perfect, he knows, but it's perfect for them. 

"Love you admitting I was right," Michael says against his lips, and Alex can tell he's still grinning like a mad man. It makes him want to roll his eyes, and say something sarcastic - but instead he lets Michael pull him close, feeling the way Michael's hand slides up to rest against the skin of his neck.

"Let's go take that shower you were talking about."

[archer-bishop]

Marry Me (Alex x Reader)

Inspired by Marry Me by Thomas Rhett

Alex, a minute ago

Today was y/n's wedding. The day we always talked about as kids, the day that I was supposed to stand up and be here for her, the day that I walked her down the isle... I just remembered talking about it back then, all those years ago...

Alex, 20 years ago. 14

She told me one day she wants to get married, she wants her grandpa preaching the service, but not too many people, save her some money. Even on her wedding she still cares about things like that. She's got it all planned out, I can see it all right now.

I'll be wearing my black suit, a black tie hiding out in the back. Doing a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask, I'll be trying to make it through without crying so nobody sees. That she's gonna get married, but she's not gonna marry me...

I don't know why but I love her so much and I know it's selfish but I don't wanna see her with anyone else... Why do I have that feeling.

Alex, 18 years ago. 16

Ever since Kara found out about me and y/n she's been telling me to tell her, make my move...

So we just got home after the football game , y/n was sleeping over.

We just had dinner then we went upstairs, we look into each other's eyes, leaned in but she pulled away just before we kissed because we heard something fall down stairs, turns out it was Kara and her powers.

After that I kinda freaked out, I mean we've been friends for forever. But I always wondered if she did feel the same way... But-

Alex 6 years ago, 26

Today, I was going to tell y/n how I felt after I get back from Geneva. But that didn't happen so I think I'll wait...

Alex, 3 months ago. 32

So I did, I waited and waited... till this day...

After everything that's happened these past six  years. With Maggie and Mon El, I had Kara, J'ohn, and one of my best friends Kelly to get me though it something was missing... Someone was missing... That someone was y/n. She was always there after Maggie, she was there, after crisis she was still there... When Kara became supergirl for the very first time... She was there.

And I never told her, but now I just know it's too late...

Yesterday she handed me a white envelope. That I still haven't opened, but I already know when it says...

Hey, Alex Danvers,

          My great protector, My best friend, My soulmate. This a letter I hand, wrote for you, because this is my wedding invitation.

Thank you for always being there for me through the ups and downs of our lives, thank you for sticking around even if I made it clear I don't want you around, you could tell that I did...

But on this day I am asking you to give me away , to walk me down the isle next to me and my dad. Please I can't think of anyone else that can do this.

RSVP

Yes                            No

            __________                 _________        

I read the letter and balled my eyes out knowing it was way too late I know her dad's been dreading this day, but he doesn't know he's not the only one giving her away...

I put out my black suit, my black tie just like I thought I would all those years ago...

Alex, a 10 minutes ago

She's got on her dress now, I see her welcoming the guest now, then I see Kara walk up to me...

"Alex it's now or never... You to tell her or you'll regret it someday... Believe me" Kara said to me remembering Mon El

"I know Kara... I know" I walked away with tears in my eyes

I think about everything she's done for me all my life, she's heard me rant at 3:00 a.m. about some alien problem, she's seen me get shot, get hurt but still she's always there, she's even gotten hurt... because of me, but still she's always for me and never asked for anything in return...

She's been the love of my life since we were 14... After everything I've put her I just need to give this day... This one day, but I could try to find her, tell her, before she's finally out of reach...

But I don't wanna mess it up... So I walk up to her...

"Hey, y/n"

"Hey yourself, handsome... Wow, you look amazing Ally" she's called me that since we were 7... How am I supposed to ruin this for her...

"Hey, I just needed to talked to you... (she looks at me with a gentle and curious smile... I can't do this) and wish you the best and good luck" her smile drops, leaving me confused, but I felt tears forming in my eyes when she said something I never knew...

"You know when we were around 12 years old I used to have this big crush on you- (I looked at her wide eyed) and I was hoping you wouldn't notice... But at around 14 I knew I loved you, and its funny because I never knew what that felt like and hurt because I felt like couldn't tell you without losing everything... But then you came out to me and Maggie happened and I couldn't do that to you, so I just gave up... I gave you up all those years ago, still hurts but at least you're here now (she grabs my hands)"

I just hug her and punish my heart and mind for never noticing... She is in love with me... She was in love with me, and it's only now I notice how big of a part of me relies on her, and that part gets ripped away the moment she walked away with tears in her eyes...

Then I look at Kara she looks back at me with sadness...

Alex, 5 minutes ago

It's time for me to to walk her down the isle but I so I do... But the moment she reached the altar I left... I left because it hurt touch, I left because I couldn't handle seeing her get married... What kind of a friend am I, I can't even watch her get married... I instead I'm doing what I thought I'll do all those years ago...

I'm in my black suit, my black tie, hiding out in the back till it's over, drinking strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask... The flask that she gave me...

That is until I here someone knock on the door...

Alex, the present

I see from the window that it's y/n... Wait a minute, it's y/n she supposed to be married by now... A million thoughts run through my head, what is she doing here?!

We sit down "Um... Y/n what are you doing here? when you're supposed to be out there" I asked concerned, then I saw tear stains on her cheeks, then I knew something was wrong...

"Turns out Mary (the girl you're supposed to marry) heard what we were talking about earlier and she said and I quote " I know you love me and I love you, but we both know you love someone much much more, so get the girl, if it's love it's worth it, give me a call if you want try again, or tell me who it is but I'm pretty sure I already know" then I told her ok but I didn't want it to be this way, she said she didn't either but that we could still be friends, so right now their cleaning up the wedding so Daniel and Emma (Daniel is your fatherly figure) can get married instead, didn't want this to go to waste"

"Even after everything, you still think about others" I say with a small smile "but why did you come to me"

Because after everything there is still one thing I'm sure of-" she walks to me taking of her glasses which confused me because she usually only does that when she's about to-... Oh... My... God "- it's that I'm still in love with you and i know i just broke up but will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes..."

"Really?!" She asked happily

"Yes! But what about Steve" the 12 year old Kryptonian boy y/n adopted when he was 6, he is cute though... Her little Rogers

"Don't worry he knows and he loves you"

I took her in my arms then we locked eyes like we did all those years ago but this time there's no stopping us... She leans in to kiss me and so did I and I and it felt like fireworks... Look I know It sounds cliche but its true...

And we both knew this would be the first of many...

Alex, 8 years later, 40

"So that's how you guys got together... On mom's wedding day" our boy asked in disbelief us

"Uh-huh" y/n nodded yes

"Wow... you guys really took your time" our girl told us with a smirk, y/n just broke out laughing and I just glared at her.

"Yeah... now go to bed little Danvers" y/n said in a serious voice... So it's my turn to break out laughing.

"Good night you two" we walked out of the room to find little Rogers, yes I've started calling him that now too, passed out with his shield in his room on the couch. He still lives with us because he said she wants to spend as much it with his moms as possible so he pays the bills, but y/n grew up in this house, this very big house that her grandma built and still owns, so her mom and grandma live with us, 4 generations of y/n's family.

After that it was getting late so me and y/n go to bed...

I still can't believe that after everything, that I get to have this. Getting to wake up next to the love of my life, having a big family. It's all because of her, I mean she gave birth to the twins. Our Kara Eliza "Elie" L/n Danvers and our John Winslow "Winn" L/n Danvers, who, not so surprisingly act just like me and Kara. After y/n and Kara gave me, Winn, Nia, James, Kelly, Brainy and Eliza, a blood transfusion a few years ago, they accidentally made us part kryptonian we don't have powers but I now have the same lifespan as my family, which made so happy.

This is the life I've always wanted and even if I thank her everyday it still wouldn't be enough for the lifetime of happiness she's given me...

A/n: Winn came back about 5 years ago and decided with his wife to stay in the present. Sorry this was a little long I just can't stop writing sometimes. Well thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it, bye!, Sorry for it being really bad though. Oh and your kryptonian too. And this is on Wattpad too...

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[lacetulle]

Hi.

How are you?

Okay so might be a little strange but my gran used to say you could tell a few things about a person from their outfits/fashion choices. Especially at certain times/events. So here goes;

(Any dresses or even outfits you want)

Your wedding day?

Your favorite persons wedding day?

Someone you dislike/hates wedding day?

Your child’s wedding?

Your child’s christening? (If you don’t celebrate that then a kind of equalivent of it, or what you would wear)

Engagement party?

Divorce party? 😂

Okay strange ones coming;

Your funeral? (What would you want to be buried in if you could have any outfit/dress).

Your favorite persons funeral?

A disliked persons funeral?

I am so sorry for so many questions. Honestly I am bored but would love to know your answers to these questions?

And yes I cut a few off. But I may send them through as well some time. 😂

First of all...this was such a fun ask, but I am terrible at decision making, so that's why it's taken so long to respond. So, here we go.

My wedding day: to preface, I have nothing against big weddings, but I just know they're not what I would want. I'm definitely an elopement/city hall kind of girl, so as much as I love sparkly, statement dresses, this Milla Nova dress is along the lines of what I'd choose.

My favorite person's wedding: I think I'd probably be in the wedding, but this Alexander McQueen dress is what I'd wear if they didn't have a bridal party.

Wedding for someone I dislike: if I absolutely had to attend their wedding (because my husband was in the wedding or whatever), I'd probably do something in black. Preferably anything from Alex Perry because his collections just scream 'women with confidence'.

My child's wedding: I'd love a cape moment and I think it'd be the best time to execute the look. (Elie Saab Pre-Fall '20)

My child's christening: I have been obsessed with this Oscar de la Renta (Spring '15) dress for years and I think it's perfect.

Engagement party: I'm kind of over the trend of brides wearing white for every single event leading up to the wedding, so I'd probably indulge in my sparkly side (since I'm not doing it for the wedding) with this Monique Lhuillier dress.

Divorce party: if I'm in the mood to throw a party, clearly I'm newly single, happy, thriving, and living my best life, so I'll need a sexy black outfit. Alexandre Vauthier is what came to mind first. Anything from his Fall '15 RTW would work (I can't pick just one from this collection!), but I also love this from his Fall '16 RTW collection. Maybe I'd make it a little shorter, though.

My funeral: bury me in this Krikor Jabotian (Spring '14) dress. Give me a viking funeral at sunset in a boat and light it on fire. I love this dress so much and if I owned it, it would die with me.

My favorite person's funeral: this is probably a basic answer, but just a black dress. I'd be distraught, so I wouldn't care too much. I'd take this Stella McCartney dress though, because it's pretty and lacy.

Funeral for someone I hate: I probably wouldn't go, because why I pay my respects? (petty, I know) But like the wedding, if there was some connection where I had to go, I'd still be respectful and wear black. But also give the vibe of, 'hey I'm just dropping in before we jet off to some gorgeous beach resort' like this Alaia dress.

Like I said, this was fun to do! I'm really sorry it's taken me weeks to answer. Work has been crazy but your question has been a welcome distraction...I've been compiling looks over the weeks and now I can *finally* delete a ton of pics from my phone. Thanks for asking!

[lunaserenade]

Clandestine

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Masterlist

Author’s Note: As always thanks to @violentcosmicsymphony and @briefgalaxycat for beta reading and being wonderful humans.

Part Three of the Meet Me at Sunrise series

Previous Chapter: Return to Me

Next Chapter: Safeguard

Pairing: Marcus Pike x FBI Agent!Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: None

Summary: Returning undercover, You and Marcus attend a charity gala to get an introduction to the forger.

You sat between Agents Regina Price and Maddox Collins on a slightly too small brown couch in Marcus' office as he briefed the three of you. You had received a call from a woman named Alexandria who you had met undercover inviting you and your 'husband' to a formal charity art auction. Recent intel suggested that the forger the four of you had been hunting would be attending and you were pushing for an introduction. Christian Laurent was a clever man, a talented forger who posed as a private seller targeting rich art connoisseurs. He sold his forgeries at extravagant prices to the unsuspecting victims. If you and Marcus could secure a meeting and 'buy' one of his paintings, you could finally arrest him.

“The two of us will leave for New York tonight. Price, Collins, you'll head up in two days. Hopefully, we'll have the buy set up by then. You'll provide support outside the buy.” Marcus paused, rubbing his beard. “Everyone please be vigilant. Laurent and his crew are dangerous. Unless anyone has questions that's all I've got for us.”

“I got the keys to the apartment I used back from White Collar Crimes. It's not too far from the gallery that's holding the gala. I just need to stop by my apartment to grab my stuff on our way out of town and I'm set.” you said as Price and Collins muttered their goodbyes and headed back to their desks, leaning back on the couch giving a small stretch. You couldn't help but give a sly smile as you watched Marcus look around, checking the coast was clear.

“I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to seeing you dressed up tomorrow night.” Marcus said softly, his cheeks reddening slightly much to your amusement.

“Well, I do aim to please,” you replied with an impish grin. “I also grabbed these... I had to guess on the size.” In your hand you held out a pair of platinum bands, simple but sleek. Not that he would have said it, but Marcus had been eagerly anticipating this, the idea of being your husband, if only for the evening, made his heart soar. He took the larger band from your hand and slipped it on his finger.

“Til death do us part.” Marcus said with a chuckle.

“Let's hope it doesn't come to that, my darling husband.” you replied with a laugh slipping the remaining ring on your finger.

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The next evening you found yourself back in the gorgeous studio apartment you had called home for six weeks in Manhattan. Standing in the bathroom you adjusted the gown you had chosen for the evening, a long-sleeved blue number with a keyhole back along with a slit up your right thigh. The neckline that extended past your breasts gave quite a striking impact and you were privately thankful that the rest of the team didn't arrive until tomorrow morning, so you were spared their prying eyes. Marcus called your name from the living room and with a final look in the mirror you stepped into the living room.

Your mouth went dry and it took effort to stop your mouth from falling open. Marcus stood in the living room in a nicely fitted black suit, he had opted for a black button down without a tie and the top button undone. You felt a small heat in your stomach as you took him in. You hadn't seen him in formal wear before, and boy did it suit him. It took you a moment to realize he had quite a dumbfounded look on his face as he watched you and it made you smile.

“You approve?” you said, arching an eyebrow and giving a small spin.

“That would be an understatement,” Marcus said closing the distance between you two. Snaking an arm around your waist he pulled you close to his chest taking your lips in a kiss. Arching into his touch you nipped lightly at his bottom lip, you felt like a woman starved for his touch. Marcus peppered your jaw line with kisses and you let out a soft sigh as he pressed one last kiss to your neck.

“We should probably get going” you said reluctantly but couldn't help but let out a small laugh as you looked at Marcus. A hint of your red lipstick was smeared across his lips.

“What?” He said with a puzzled smile. You pointed to your lips and watched as he scrubbed the lipstick off his own. Snatching your gun off the end table you slid it into a thigh holster hidden by your dress, Marcus watching intently with a look of lust in his warm brown eyes.

“Ready for a night on the town?” Sliding your hand into Marcus' you couldn't help but see the wedding band on his finger, the fantasy of him being yours forever was something you didn't think you would shake for quite a while.

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“Daniela! Darling, you made it! Is this the lovely gentleman you've been telling me about?” You turned at the call of your cover name. Alexandria made her way to you and Marcus looking quite stunning in a slinky black dress with her fiery red hair in loose curls around her shoulders.

“Alex! Yes! This is my husband. I finally managed to pull him away from the office for a night out.” You said tucking yourself into Marcus' side resting your left hand on his chest, wedding band catching the light.

“Sebastian Ramos, it's a pleasure to meet you. Daniela has been raving about your ability to track down the hard-to-find paintings we've been looking to collect.” Marcus said, his arm wrapping loosely around your waist. “You've put together a wonderful event.”

“You're too kind Mr. Ramos. I did manage to find that abstract painting Daniela was looking for,” Alexandria replied with a small swell of pride “The art dealer for that particular piece should be here tonight.” She peered at the crowd trying to spot him.

“That's wonderful news, I'd love an introduction if it wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience. If I let that piece slip through my fingers the missus will never forgive me.” Marcus replied as you playfully swatted his chest.

“Absolutely, why don't the pair of you enjoy a drink while I try to track him down? Enjoy yourselves, I'll return shortly.” And just like that Alexandria disappeared into the crowd, a blur of red hair as she snaked her way through.

“Let's find somewhere we can talk.” Marcus said softly against your ear, his hand moving to the small of your back as he steered you to a corner of the room that was free of people. You were hyper aware of the warmth of his hand against the bare skin of your back.

“I can't help but feel guilty...” You admitted softly to Marcus “Alexandria is so earnest; it feels wrong to use her like this. I don't think she has a clue about who Laurent really is.”

“I know, but it's safer for her to not realize what he really is until we have him in custody.” He commiserated pulling you into his arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “But we are so close to the end and it's thanks to your leg work,” pride evident in his voice, making you smile.

“Well at least there has been a lovely bonus from all of this. I don't have to worry about someone seeing me do this.” Standing on your tip toes you captured his lips in a lingering kiss, until you heard someone calling for the pair of you.

“Mr. and Mrs. Ramos, I'd like to introduce you to Christian Laurent.”

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@spnprideweek day one: flags

This little ficlet for #spnprideweek is brought to you by my big, non-binary bisexual love for this beautiful fandom, and my desire to fix that moment in 'Baby' when Cas indulges Dean by saying "werepire", but Dean doesn't hear him and Cas doesn't know. It ended up getting a bit long, so there's more under the cut or over on AO3. Thanks!

Dean's at Pride, and feeling a rising level of discomfort.

It's not the fact that he's wearing eyeliner in public for the first time in his forty-two years. Hell, he'd been wanting to do that ever since he was a kid, dreaming of being a rock star. The covers of music magazines in gas station racks had been windows on a world free from the brutally narrow definition of what his Dad meant when he told him to "be a man". Gradually, though, he'd learned what is gloriously apparent today under the hot June sun: that there are as many ways of being a man as there are men.

It's not because the sleeveless white t-shirt he's wearing is somewhat snug. (The heat had made him shed his pink, purple and blue plaid shirt - the one he'd worn today because Claire always called it his 'bi flannel' - and tie it around his waist.) He and Cas are both wearing a little of their contentment on their waistlines these days, and he believes Cas when he says that he adores his body because he means it when he says the same to Cas.

It's not the big, heart-shaped sticker slapped on his chest, which is striped in the colours of the bisexual pride flag in a way that's much less subtle than the flannel. Dean's always known that he wasn't only into chicks, but putting a name to it is new. Dean's had jobs and Dean's had roles, but having an identity had always seemed like a luxury well beyond Dean's means. Now he's not constantly running for his life, though, he has the breathing room to figure himself out. And he's good with this part of himself. More than good.

It's not the two flags that are padding the pockets of his jeans. One, he'd bought for Cas: it's striped in pale pink, pale blue and white. Earlier, he'd gone with Cas when he'd met up with some friends he'd met online (having managed to get past all the cats this time). The ex-angel had found that discussing their experiences of being trans had helped him feel happy in the body that had become his own. Dean could only feel immense gratitude for the way Cas' face had lit up afterwards when he'd talked about how he was creating himself, becoming himself, and embracing the human condition of change.

Dean hopes that the gift of the trans pride flag will show Cas that Dean understands and loves him, and the same is true for the other flag, which he'd picked up for Jack. It's yellow, white, purple and black. Dean had had to do a little research when Jack had used the term non-binary - it's amazing how the world can move on while you're living in an underground bunker. He'd kept on researching, too, after he'd learned the basics. Maybe he was still figuring himself out. Maybe there was more to discover about himself, and wasn't that fantastic?

Jack is wandering around somewhere with Claire and Kaia. Jody and Donna are here, too, with Alex and Patience. Adam and Michael have probably partied their way through fifty international pride parades by now, but they should be meeting up with everyone else later. Sam and Eileen are not far away. Eileen was the one who's slapped the bi pride sticker on Dean's chest - with unnecessary force, if you asked Dean. She'd grinned at him, showed off the identical sticker on her own chest, and said, with a suitably cheesy wink, "we need to stick together". He remembered the moment he'd nervously asked her the sign for 'bisexual', and when she'd shown him - the letter signs for 'b' and 'i' - she'd added, "me too," and Dean had scooped her up into a crushing hug.His love for his family is endless, and them all being here is definitely not why he's uncomfortable.

And it's not the body glitter freckling his cheeks and his shoulders with gold, although his feelings might change by the time he tries to remove it tonight. He'd been gilded with it when he'd been dancing up a storm with a group of drag queens. They'd admired his eyeliner - a deep brown shot through with gold along his upper lashes - but winked and said it was "a little subtle for Pride". As soon as Dean had seen the tube of glitter, he'd yelled "hell yes!" and even managed to hold still long enough to be coated in the stuff before moving his body to the beat again. Although he's sure his feet will be aching later, so far his favourite cowboy boots are not the source of his discomfort.

It's not the bright pink feather boa, either, which he'd acquired from the same source as the glitter, when he'd been sent off with a kiss to the cheek and the words "be bold, honey!" He'd expected the boa to tickle or irritate, but for some bizarre reason the sensation of feathers around his shoulders and the back of his neck feels incredibly comforting and reassuring. He feels warm and safe and oh. Oh.

As that particular realisation sweeps over him, Dean tightens his hold on Cas. He's standing behind him with his right hand on Cas' hip, and his left arm is up over his shoulder and wrapped around his chest. His hand is splayed out, at once putting his silver wedding band on display and somehow attempting to conceal Cas from the eyes of his many admirers (and, well, good luck with that. Cas is incredibly beefy these days).

Which brings us to the source of Dean's discomfort; to the thing that's deepening the furrow in his brow and the dimples beside his pursed lips: namely, the sheer number of guys hitting on Cas.

It's not like Dean can blame them. Cas' muscular frame is wrapped in black jeans and a tight black t-shirt bearing the Led Zeppelin 1975 tour logo. The short sleeves show off the floral tattoos trailing down his left arm. Cas is wearing a rainbow-coloured enamel belt buckle and, because he's determined to be the death of Dean, black cowboy boots. Before they'd left, Dean hadn't been able to resist grabbing a black kohl pencil and smudging a little along Cas' upper and lower lashes. And, okay, maybe Cas' wide-eyed bewilderment every time he's flirted with is vaguely amusing. But when Dean is right here? Not cool.

Right on cue, here's another one. From over his husband's shoulder, Dean levels his very best glare at the guy. It's a look that can stop a demon dead in its tracks. A vampire would tremble. A werewolf would wet itself. But one young gay guy with a few drinks in him? Totally unaffected. Like the others, he's all smiles and understanding when Cas politely, if awkwardly, waves him away. (Literally. With a final dorky little wave goodbye.)

Dean realises that he's moved his right arm around Cas' waist, so now Dean is wrapped around Cas like some kind of koala/octopus hybrid. An octoala? A koctopus? Definitely koctopus. Heh.

Dean snorts at the thought, which is somewhat unfortunate, given that his face is right next to Cas' ear. Cas flinches and turns his head around to fix him in a squinty glare.

"Koctopus?" Dean says, apologetically.

Cas narrows his eyes further and tilts his head to the side.

"Um, the way I was wrapped around you. I was like a cross between a koala and an octopus."

Dean nudges Cas. "So what does that make me? C'mon, you know you wanna say it."

Cas just tilts his head a bit further to the side, either in confusion or outright despair. Dean has untangled himself from Cas and stepped back, and looks down at the ground, suddenly self-conscious.

Dean feels Cas' hand on his shoulder, and then it smooths over his back, finding the back of his neck underneath the boa. Whatever his shape, Cas' touch has the exact same effect on Dean. He looks up into the impossibly blue eyes of his husband.

"You're a very glittery," Cas begins, softly, "and very beautiful," one corner of his mouth lifts, and then he purses his lips together, trying to hold back the smile, "koctopus."

The corners of his eyes are crinkled. He's not amused by the joke, Dean knows, just absurdly pleased to be saying something he knows will make Dean happy. Of course Dean knows that Cas loves him, knows the whole cosmic-realm-crossing magnitude of it, but in little moments like this, he's floored by it. Dean can't help his sudden exhale or the massive grin that breaks across his face. He wraps his husband up in hug that they hold for a good long moment, before Dean leans back to kiss Cas.

No one had ever explained to Dean how difficult it is to kiss someone when you can't stop smiling. He'd never had that problem before Cas, but now it's practically a daily occurrence. It's a menace because kissing Cas is one of Dean's favourite pastimes. Now, they trade little pecks between wide, toothy grins, until passion takes over and the kisses become heavier.

It takes someone wolf-whistling for them to part, and then they're back to grinning and staring into each others' eyes, until Dean spots something on Cas' face. And something else. And something else. In fact, there's something all over Cas, and that something is gold glitter. It's on his face, his hands, his Zeppelin shirt, and even in his hair. Dean runs his fingers through the unruly curls - Cas has been wearing his hair longer lately - in an attempt to shake it out, but only deposits more glitter into Cas' locks.

"Oops," Dean says, "I kinda glitter bombed you there. It's all over your shirt, too. Sorry, Sunshine."

He doesn't sound terribly sorry.

"This is your shirt, Dean."

"Aw, man."

He does sound a little sorry now, but his future laundry woes are forgotten when Cas presses another kiss to his pouting lips. They're forgotten again when something across the crowd catches Dean's eye.

"Oooh," Dean exclaims as he drags Cas towards the stall he's spotted.

It's selling cowboy hats in every configuration of colour imaginable, and Dean is practically jumping on the spot excitement. Cas looks his husband up and down, slowly.

"You think your outfit's lacking accessories?" he deadpans.

"Yup," is Dean's gleeful reply, "and so's yours."

Cas' groan is lost to the noise of the crowd and the beat of the music, so no-one will ever know if it was one of protest or defeat. He does, in fact, end up wearing a black cowboy hat with a rainbow band, so if it was protest then it was highly ineffective. Dean's has a pink crown, purple band and blue brim, and he's carrying another black one with a band in the non-binary flag colours for Jack. Cas admits that Jack's going to love it.

"Damn, this is awesome," Dean says as they head back to meet up with the rest of their family.

Walking hand in hand with Cas, Dean's thoughts wander. Dean could kick his younger self for every time he'd called someone gay or a girl as a way of saying they were weak. Because all he can see in the people around him is strength. He grins again, giddy with the atmosphere of defiant joy. All around him is everything he'd spent his life fighting to protect: freedom, family, and love. Holding his husband's hand a little tighter, he's grateful that in the end he gets to have both: freedom and peace.

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Skip a Beat

Part One

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Credit for O’Knutzy goes to @lumosinlove

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Thank you again, love @spookypotato

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Same CW’s as before! Enjoy the little “date” ;)

Chapter Three Part Two

The not overthinking didn’t quite work out. He has been standing in front of his wardrobe for the last 10 minutes, thinking about what to wear. He thought about calling June, but that would be too embarrassing and his feet would fall off any minute so he just pulled out his favourite black mom-jeans, a white T-Shirt and threw it on. His hair looked good enough to go out, so he grabbed the gray jeans jacket and his white converse, as well as his keys, wallet and phone before he jogged down the stairs to get into his car.

Sid’s was a 15-minute drive away from his apartment and it looked like the typical Italian restaurant. It was warm inside and soft Italian songs could be heard over the chatter and laughter.

Leo and Logan were already waiting for Finn, sitting at their usual table in the back.  

“Harzy, over here!”

Finn turned at Logan’s voice when he stepped into the restaurant and he could see them waving him over.

“Harzy?”, he said when he was close enough to be heard and slid onto the bench next to Leo.

“We are professional hockey players, don’t expect us to not come up with 100 nicknames”, Leo said, bumping his shoulder playfully.

“You are what now?”

“Oh right, we didn’t tell you. Sometimes I forget there are people that don’t watch ice hockey. Yeah, we play for the Gryffindor Lions. I am a goalie and Logan’s a right wing.”

Finn looked very confused and Logan smiled.

“You have no idea what we are talking about do you?”

Finn shook his head.

“Come to a game with us. Then you will see”, Logan said with a genuine tone in his voice.

“Maybe.”

They ordered their food and drinks- or well, Logan and Leo ordered the food and drinks, both of them insisting to pick for him.

“How come you ended up in Gryff? Your accent sounds different.”

“You have time? It’s going to be a long story.”

Both boys looked at him expectingly. Finn didn’t know why he offered to tell them; he normally didn’t like to talk about it, but something about those two made him trust them.

“Well, I was born and raised in New York, lived there my whole life and it’s where I started dancing. I went to the All Star Studios as a child and eventually started studying Classical Ballet and Dance Performance as well as standard dances and I made my degree.”

“But- ugh, it’s still difficult to talk about it, but I was working too hard. I was at the top of my career and I pushed myself, didn’t listen to my body and as it was bound to happen, I injured myself. Badly. So badly that I needed to give up my career and well, I couldn’t stand to stay in New York, sooo I moved here. Sorry, that was probably not interesting for you.”

Finn’s eyes where everywhere but their faces, he felt a bit ashamed.

“Don’t be silly, we asked. I’m sorry about your injury”, Leo said with such a soft voice it made Finn want to cry.

He was about to respond, but was interrupted by the waiter.

“Alright boys, pizza tonno for all of you.”

Finn waited patiently for it to cool down, driving Leo and Logan mad. He eventually picked up a slice and instantly moaned when he took a bite, causing Logan to choke on his drink.

“Oh my god, this is delicious.”

When he opened his eyes again, both boys looked incredibly smug.

“Told you.”

They ate in silence for a while, enjoying the food. By the time Leo spoke again, the pizza was almost finished.

“You know Lo, we are actually getting better at dancing. I’m looking forward to the wedding.”

“Me too, it’s going to be amazing.”

Logan took Leo’s hand, starring at him lovingly. Finn felt his heart sinking. Wedding.

“Oh, I- congratulations”, Finn pressed out with a tight smile.

Leo’s head snapped towards him.

“What? Oh no, our friends are getting married! Two of the team, you’ll love them.”

And suddenly, Finn felt like he could breathe again. He shouldn’t care, but he did and it was not good.

“Okay who is up for some cocktails?”, Logan said, clapping his hands once.

“Let’s pick one for each other!”

“Oh no”, Finn shook his head rapidly.

“Yes, absolutely.”

Before Finn could protest, Logan waved the waitress over to them.

“I pick one for Finn, Finn you pick for Leo and Leo you can pick for me but make a good choice.”

It was almost adorable what a scene they made out of this. All of them pointed secretly at the drinks, smirking. The waitress gave them a small nod and moved behind the bar.

“Let’s play 20 questions while we wait”, Logan said, looking Finn in the eyes, waggling like a puppy, “We will ask you 10 and you can ask us 10, okay?”

How could Finn say no to that?

“Fine. But I’ll start. How long are you playing for the NHL?”

“I’m only one year in but Lo has been playing for two.”

“So, you two met through hockey?”

“Yes.” Leo grinned, pressing a kiss to Logan’s knuckles.

“Oh, I never asked. How old are you?”

“I’m 24 and Leo is 19, the little baby.”

“Wait. How can you be 19 but be like, twice of Logan’s height?”

If looks could kill, Finn would be dead now, but Leo laughed loudly, throwing his head back, tears making their way over his face.

“Finn, you are on thin ice right now”, he managed to say between his laughter.

It made Finn laugh too and he blew Logan a kiss, who only scoffed in response.

“It’s cute.”

Finn regretted saying it, the warmth creeping up his neck, but Logan just smiled at him.

“Ehm alright, I have three questions in one next. What is your go to work out song, why and what do you normally do while listening to it?”

“I normally just press shuffle on my playlist because I am horrible at making decisions” Leo grinned, answering fast.

Logan thought for a while before giving his answer.

“I would say Guns and Ships from Hamilton because it’s hella motivating. I warm up to it.”

Finn gasped, his eyes starting to shine.

“You like Broadway?”, he practically screamed, getting really excited.

Leo groaned next to him.

“No. Not you too!”

Both heads snapped towards him, looking rather offended by what the blonde had said.

“But it’s so good!” they said in unisono.

Then looked back at each other and high fived over the table.

“Alright, next questions. Do you have siblings and how many do you have?”

Leo was the first to answer again.

“I am an only child but not spoiled! Looking at you Lo.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night. I have three sisters; I love them all.”

Finn nodded, “Okay a difficult one. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?”

“Italy", both said at the same time.

“It’s a bit of a dream of ours.”

“Well, not so difficult as it seems. Last one! Favourite movie?”

“Tough. I’ll go with Aladdin”, Logan said.

“Aladdin?!”

“I grew up with three sisters, what did you expect?!”

Leo shook his head fondly.

“Mine is Pride and Prejudice.”

“Oohh, I love that one.”

Logan slammed his hand on the table.

“Our turn”, he said, grinning excitedly.

“What is your favourite colour?”

“Blue.”

“What did you want to be as a child”, Leo blurred out next.

“A dancer, actually. My grandma took me to the ballet every now and then.”

Leo looked at him, smiling.

“Dog or cat?”

“Dogs. Puppies.”

“You have one right in front of you.”

Leo and Finn laughed at that.

“Do you do anything else besides teaching to dance?”

“I’m studying English literature but just for funsies.”

“Left-handed or right-handed?”

“Right.”

“Do you have a sibling?”

“I do. Alex, he is my older brother. Jesus why are you going through those so fa-“

He was cut off by the waitress for the second time this night.

“Three cocktails for the three gentlemen.”

Finn eyed his one skeptically when it was placed in front of him.

“I’m scared”, he admitted.

“Just drink it!”, Logan grinned wickedly.

He held it up, sniffed it first before taking a sip, starting to cough immediately.

“Logan! For fucks sake. I am a dancer; I don’t drink alcohol! You need to warn me. Fuck, is this gasoline?”

“No, tequila”, Leo laughed.

Logan was unable to breathe, let alone talk. He was bend over, laughing so hard he was nearly wheezing, causing the other two to laugh even more.

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Finn went home happy that night, laying in his bed, thinking about Leo’s curls and eyes, and dimples - god those dimples.

But right as he was drifting off to sleep another name popped up in his mind – Logan’s name.

Oh no.

[karlajoyner]

It’s Perfect (Reggie Peters x Reader)

A/n: So I wrote this up after having a mental breakdown listening to Unsaid Emily on repeat. No regrets. But yeah you guys should comment some requests!

Warnings: Mention of abuse

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“Yeah well at least I'm not a dead beat drunk!" I yelled at my father who stood a few steps away from me with a bottle of liquor at hand.

As soon as the words left my mouth I should've known I wouldn't get away with it.

My eyes burned as I felt a stinging sensation on my cheek. I held it, in pain. Tears stinging my eyes.

"A bitch. Just like your mother was" He said taking another swig of his drink.

I quickly sprinted out the door with nothing but the clothes on my back. Hearing the man that once dried my tears when I fell on the playground shout out awful slures towards me.

I wasn't daddy's girl anymore.

I ran. I ran as far as my feet would carry me. Until I reached a familiar house 9 streets away.

I ran into the driveway quietly. Knowing Bobby's family would be asleep by now. I panted reaching for the garage doors pulling them open and running in shutting them immediately behind me.

"Y/n?" A familiar voice spoke from behind me. I turned around seeing two of my bandmates getting ready for bed. I took a few steps forward trying to steady my breath.

"I-" I didn't even get a word out before I broke down completely.

"I'll call Reggie" Luke spoke leaving out the doors I had just come from.

Presumably towards the house that had the landline.

"It's okay" Alex whispered pulling me close in a tight hug. I cried into his chest as we sunk down to the floor.

I cried for what felt like hours before the door opened once more. I looked up through blurry eyes seeing my boyfriend standing there in a white tee shirt and black jeans. With his lucky red flannel tied around his waist.

"Baby" He whispered coming to sit next to me.

"Thanks guys. I've got her from here"

"We'll give you guys some time"

"Feel free to pull out the extra air mattress for tonight" Luke said before him and Alex left the studio.

"Baby what's wrong?" He whispered in my ear pulling me close.

"I-it's my dad. I can't-I can't be there anymore. I won't" I choked out letting my tears fall freely.

"Shhh it's okay" He attempted to soothe me. Each hair stroke making me feel safer knowing he was right next to me.

Ready to protect me from anything and everything. I cried as he lifted me in his arms moving me over to the couch never releasing his tight embrace on me.

"It's not Reg. He called my mom a bitch and then called me a bitch and then he slapped me" I cried. The boys jaw clenching.

It was very rare that you saw Reggie angry but when he was it was blaintly obvious you did not want to mess with him.

"He did what?" He asked clearly aggravated.

"He laid his hands on you" He spoke again trying to stand up.

"No Reggie. Please don't leave me" I whisper holding onto him. His tensed body seemed to ease as he held me close.

"I'll never leave you baby. You know that" He said the room going silent as we enjoyed each other's company even in saddest of moments.

"Your never going back there again" He spoke after a while.

"Where will I sleep?" I asked.

"Here. Alex and Luke won't mind. Niether will Bobby. You'll move here"

"I- I don't know if that's a good idea"

"I already talked it through with the guys"

"It's true" A familiar voice spoke from the doorway.

Our heads whipped towards the door to see the rest of the band standing there with frowns upon their faces.

"We all talked about it and think it's best"

"My parents won't mind. Just like Alex and Luke your apart of the family and are welcome anytime" Bobby said as the three boys got closer.

"You're our bandmate"

"Our friend"

"Our little sister"

"And we'll protect you from anyone who hurts you" Alex finished making my eyes well up once more.

"I love you guys" I smiled as Reggie placed a kiss on my temple.

"We love you too baby. And once Sunset Curve plays the Orpheum. The first thing we'll do is buy a house where we'll have our own room. Our own privacy" Reggie said running his hand up and down my arm.

"Cool it man no need to get all hot and bothered right now" Luke said making me giggle.

"Plus I think there's something you need to do before that" Alex said winking at Reggie. I looked at the two confused as Reggie nodded his head.

"What? What does he need to do?" I asked watching smirks beginning form on my bandmates faces.

I watched as Alex ran towards the loft. His figure only becoming visible again when he threw a small object over the balcony down towards Bobby. Again I watched as he caught it tossing it towards Luke who walked it over the a Reggie.

"I was gonna wait until we got signed after our big show at the Orpheum. But some things happen for a reason I guess" Reggie spoke nervously.

I watched as he kneeled down beside me. My body immediately sitting up in worry.

"Y/n, god where do I start. We've been best friends since elementary school. And lovers for 2 years now. After I wasted way too many years trying to make you jealous instead of telling you how I felt. That was my first mistake. My second mistake was not asking you this sooner. Y/n Y/l/n will you marry me?" He asked making my eyes widen as he open a black velvet box with a beautiful ring inside.

I look around at the other boys who had smiles spread across their faces.

"I may not be the smartest, the funniest, or even the hottest of the group" He spoke playfully glaring at Luke.

"And I really don't know why you chose me out of all of us. But you did. Its all I can offer right now but if you stick through it with me I promise one day I'll give you the world" He said a smile forming on my face.

"It's perfect Reginald. Your perfect" I spoke. Taking in his beautiful features.

"So it that a yes?" I heard Alex ask. "Yes. Yes! Oh my god yes!" I yelled pulling him up for a hug.

I grinned as he slipped the ring on my finger hearing the boys around us cheering. But the only thing I was focused on was the boy in front of me.

A boy who had only been known to show me lust, compassion, and love.

I giggled as Reggie pulled me into a passionate kiss the cheering dialing down.

"She said yes!" He shouted as soon as we pulled away.

"Congrats man" Luke said patting Reggie on the back.

"You know man you should just move in too while we're at it" Bobby joked.

"No!" Luke and Alex shouted at the same time.

"We do not need them consummating their marriage a few feet away from us while we try to sleep"

"It's only a matter of time boys. We do need to do that though huh?" I joked looked at Reggie.

"I'm not complaining" He said a lopsided smile forming on his face. I giggled as the boys began to make sounds of disgust.

"We'll head to your place first thing tomorrow and get your stuff for tonight you can barrow some of my clothes" Alex spoke going to his suitcase as pulling out a pair of boxers for me to wear as shorts.

"Thanks Alex" I smiled watching as Luke and Bobby moved under the loft to pull out the extra blow up mattress there for anyone else who needed to stay the night. Which usually was usually me or even Reggie sometimes. When things got real bad at home.

"I've got her shirt" Reggie said removing his flannel and handing it to me.

"Thanks babe. I know how much you love this thing"

"I do. But I love you more. Plus you look hotter in it than I do"

"I don't know about that. Something about your James Dean rocker look gets me turned on" I whispered in his ear.

I giggled watching his eyebrows raise in surprise. His usual pink tinted cheeks going red.

"Hey! No sex before the wedding" Luke joked.

"Let me live Patterson" Reggie said taking my hand to lead me towards the small bathroom in the back of the garage.

"Where are you going?"

"To consummate our marriage" I joked. Sort of.

Reggie and I laughed as the boys groaned in annoyance.

"I mean I am staying the night" Reggie said pulling me into the small room.

"Your sleeping outside" Alex called after us. Reggie not hesitating to shut the door behind us.

[wosoimagines]

You Have To Be Okay - Christen Press/Reader

prompt: Hey ! Could you do a part 3 of the ‘you okay ?’/´you sure you okay?’ please ? like Reader and Morgan are official with the team and Christen realizes that she likes her too and like, Morgan loves someone else and both were in just to forget and try to move on. So Tobin and Christen go all in for the reader and happy ending ? buuuut drama/angst too if possible

warnings: Near death

words: 1666

(Y/N) POV

“Did you ever think that we would actually get a place together?”

I smiled at Morgan. It had been just over a year since the two of us officially met each other off of the field. So much so that our little meetups at each other’s places whenever we were in town turned into a date which led to another before we had started dating. Although we weren’t official to any of our teammates, I had proposed the idea of Morgan moving in with me and she gladly accepted.

“No,” I shook my head. Morgan was just supposed to be a distraction for me at the wedding. “I slept with you that first night because I needed a distraction from the fact that the woman I fell in love with was getting married.”

“I knew you were in love with Christen,” Morgan pointed at me. Morgan had asked me over and over again if I was in love with Christen but I always denied it. “You were a distraction for me as well.”

“Well, it looks like our distractions turned out to be something good.”

“Yeah, I guess they did.”

The two of us spent the day soaking in the fact that we had actually gotten a place together. We mostly spent the day talking and watching Netflix since Morgan was still behind on Supernatural. I was slightly surprised when I got a notification telling me that Morgan posted a picture on Instagram of me. I was even more surprised by the caption that practically told everyone that we were dating.

“Mo-”

“Look, I know we haven’t talked about coming out to the public, but I thought this would be the best time,” Morgan defended. She shrugged as she reached for a water out of the fridge. “Besides, we have a place together. I think that means we’re kind of serious.”

“I was gonna say, that if you would have told me, I would have had a post already on Instagram too.”

“Oh.”

I shook my head at her and my phone started to blow up with texts not only from my Utah teammates but also from my USWNT teammates. But I chose to ignore them as I sat my phone down and pulled Morgan closer to me.

“I just wanna be with you right now.”

I couldn’t help but notice that my phone lit up with a text message from the woman who I had fallen for what felt like so long ago now.

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“I can’t believe you cancelled your plans to take me on a hike,” Morgan shook her head.

“I wanted to do something special for you since we have officially been together for a year now,” I smiled at her. Morgan leaned over and gave my check a kiss.

I turned my attention back to the road. I knew that today was going to be the day. It was what I had been wanting to ask Morgan for so long.

“Hey, look at this,” Morgan lightly touched my arm before showing me her phone. 

I glanced at it to see some pictures from my last game. I shook my head at the one she was showing me because I did not look good in it as I had been so focused on getting the ball. I turned my attention back to the road to make sure that our light was still green.

The light was green. But as soon as I was in the intersection all I could feel was a pain to my left as my ears started to ring. I was able to glance at Morgan to see that she had slumped over in her seat. But that was the last thing I saw before everything had gone black.

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Morgan POV

“Here are her belongings, dear,” a nurse lightly touched my shoulder drawing my attention to her. 

I saw the bag that held everything that had been on (Y/N) at the time of the crash. I took the bag from her and gave a small smile. The nurse left me alone in the room with (Y/N) alone. 

The first thing I pulled out was (Y/N)’s phone. I wasn’t surprised to see how many missed calls and messages she had. I was sure that Alex and Kelley had been notified as soon as the hospital had gotten (Y/N)’s information since they were listed as her emergency contacts besides me. There was no doubt in my mind that they had informed the rest of the national team and all of the Royals.

I shook my head because I didn’t really feel up to answering calls and texts that would just remind me that (Y/N) was no were near the clear. I glanced at her lying in the bed before reaching out to grab her hand. I brought her hand up to my lips to give her a light kiss on the back of her hand.

“You have to be okay.”

I sat there holding her hand for a while before leaning back in the chair I was in. They told me that (Y/N) was lucky she didn’t die on impact after the truck ran a red light and hit us. I had already seen the pictures of the car and I knew that there was no way we were going to get it fixed. The driver’s side was smashed in on itself and the front of the car was in pieces. 

I reached back into the bag hoping that (Y/N)’s watch was there. I knew how much it meant to her since it was one of the last things she had gotten from her parents. I felt my fingers brush against something velvet causing me to furrow my brow in confusion. I pulled the watch out but also a velvet box. I softly sighed at the ring inside.

“You were gonna propose?”

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I looked up when there was a knock on the door. I was a little surprised when I saw Tobin and Christen in the doorway. I gave both of them a soft smile.

“Hey,” I softly said as the two came in.

“How is she?” Christen asked.

“Right now, she isn’t doing too great,” I sighed looking at (Y/N). The doctors weren’t sure how long she was going to be out. “They’re not sure when she’s going to wake up. Her, um, her heart stopped beating on the table. They said it could stop at any time and that I should be ready for that.”

“Oh, kid,” Tobin said as she pulled me into a hug. I couldn’t help the tears that fell from my eyes as I held her tightly. “It’s going to be okay. (Y/N)’s a fighter. She’s gonna get through this.”

Tobin pulled back from me before her eyes widened at the box that was sitting by me. I was thankful that she didn’t say anything about it. Christen had taken a seat on the other side of (Y/N)’s bed.

“Where are your keys?” Tobin asked. I furrowed my brow in confusion. “Morgan, I need your keys so I can get into your apartment to get you and (Y/N) some different clothes to wear. You have blood on your clothes and I’m sure that (Y/N)’s clothes are just the same.”

I nodded and quickly handed her my keys. I watched as she left before looking back at (Y/N). I glanced at the box.

“Tobin and I are getting a divorce,” Christen suddenly said. I looked at her in surprise. “We’ve been heading that way for a while. Tobin and I just make better friends than we do wives. That and I realized how much I love (Y/N).”

The two of us sat in silence. I just sat there processing what Christen had told me. I wasn’t an idiot either. I knew how (Y/N) felt.

“I don’t know why I just told you that when you’re the one dating (Y/N).”

“She still loves you,” I admitted. Christen looked over at me in surprise. I knew that (Y/N) tried to hide it, but I still knew that she loved Christen. “She tries to hide it and I do think that she loves me, I just don’t think she ever fell out of love with you.”

“She was in love with me?”

I was surprised Christen didn’t already know. I knew the night I had met (Y/N) that she was head over heels for Christen Press. Maybe I had just started to date (Y/N) because I needed a distraction from my own crush who would never love me back. 

“She’s been in love with you since before she broke her arm,” I told Christen. The older forward looked over at me in surprise. (Y/N) had told me about how she missed her chance to tell Christen Press that she was in love with her. “You really didn’t know?”

“No.”

Silence filled the room with us again as I looked at the box again. I reached out to grab it. As much as I wanted (Y/N) to ask me, I knew that I could never accept the ring.

“She was going to propose,” I said. Christen looked at me before looking at the box in my hands. “If this had never happened I probably would have told her yes.”

“You’re not going to?”

“You’re the one she’s always been in love with. I can’t ask her to marry me when she could be with the person she loves so much. When she wakes up, you guys should talk.”

I was taken by surprise when a monitor went off. I was even more surprised when a team of people rushed into the room pushing Christen and I back. We could both still see the heart monitor even as the team of nurses and the doctor surrounded (Y/N). We could see the line go flat.

“(Y/N)!”

[staytiny-angel]

Grace and Country 2/5

Rating: M

Pairing: 'Hangman' Adam Page/F!OC, One-Sided Kenny Omega/F!OC

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Harrassment.

Co-Written with @lilmissriottbliss

Taglist - @moxleyunstable, @axelwolf8109

Summary: Ava and Adam go on that date, it goes about you'd expect with the Dark Order involved, Things with Kenny come to a head.

"Violet!"

"Ava? Mon Cher Smackdown is about to start why are you screaming?"

Violet gave Finn a look before putting her friend on speaker "Mon Roi is here too, what has you so excited?"

"ADAM ASKED ME OUT ON A DATE!" The younger woman yelled

Ava could hear Violet cursing in French from a small distance. “Really? That’s amazing! Give me details now!”

“I lost my phone and he found it near your adopted brother and then Kenny was annoying me again so he covered for me by saying we were going on a date so we’re actually going on one!”

“I’m so happy for you!”

“Could you do me a solid?” Ava asked

Of course darling," Violet agreed

"Could you guys not tell the big boss?" Ava begged "You know I love Seth to death, he's my dad shaped person but he wasn't happy about this whole AEW deal and he'll be even less happy to know I'm going out with one of their biggest stars"

Violet and Finn silently looked at each other before agreeing to the younger woman's request 

"We have you covered darlin" Finn said

"What are you going to do about Omega?I'm starting to worry. He's really not taking no for an answer"

“I honestly don’t know” Violet handed Finn her phone, taking out the one meant to contact family. “I think she’s going to threaten Malachi into watching over you” Finn laughed.

Ava sighed in relief. While Malachi Black, formerly Aleister to Violet, was dark and broody, he did scare Kenny with a simple stare.

“So how’s Mox doing?” Violet asked

"Good, he got Omega off my back last night at Dynamite, threatened him with Ruby." Ava said "He said something about promising Seth to look out for me?"

"Seth called him and Miro when you decided to go to AEW." Finn explained 

"Called in a couple of favors. You are the baby."

Ava rolled her eyes even though the couple couldn't see her "You've got to be kidding. I can take care of myself"

“We know you can take care of yourself, Seth has a overprotective complex” 

Ava sighed but didn’t disagree. “We got to go now, see you tomorrow!” Violet hung up.

Ava turned off her phone, seeing a text from Kenny. Rolling her eyes she deleted it. “Is he ever gonna get the point?” she asked herself before flopping on her hotel bed with a sigh. He thoughts turning to the next day and the date she'd been dreaming of for years. 

-Next Day-

She met Adam outside a café, the cowboy looking handsome in normal street clothes and without a certain purple and black group shadowing him.

“Wow, you look great” He said. As she grinned and twirled once, showing off the chic black suit she'd chosen for their date. 

“Hope you don’t mind but I invited Violet and Finn just in case your friends crash this”

Adam laughed. “They probably will ”

Inside the cafe, Finn and Violet were waiting at a four person table, surprisingly without their daughter in tow.

"Where's my honey bunches?" Ava said with a pout, that Adam found adorable

"Becky and Seth have her" Finn explained "Shes having a playdate"

“Next time you bring her” Ava pointed. Finn raised his hands and laughed. Violet slid over a black coffee to Adam. 

He accepted it with a smile. “So you’re both going after the top titles in Smackdown” he grinned.

“Yup!” Finn grinned. “It was fun in NXT but I wasn’t spending another week without my husband there” Ava sighed.

“It’s harder to get a title shot in AEW, I have no idea how to get to Britt”

“I lost the chance to be the inaugural champ because someone thought an ass deserved it” Adam muttered.

“Adam I think your shadows are here” Violet pointed to a booth in the corner

Sure enough, the purple and black clad Dark Order filled 2 corner booths, trying and failing to be inconspicuous.

"Oh god" Adam murmured "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have told them where we were going"

"They really care about you" Ava smiled at Adam causing that feeling to flutter in his chest again.

"You may not, have been the first AEW champion but you've got a shot at Kenny at All Out" Finn says

"Sure do" Adam says "I can't wait, I've owed Kenny an ass whipping for a while now"

“Fucking creep” Ava rolled her eyes. “How’s Paige?”

“You don’t know that from Mox?” Violet raised an eyebrow. Ava shook her head

“She’s ok, doing wonders with her makeup. Her and Sonya are planning a wedding”

Ava nodded. “Sorry about the Kingdom disbanding” 

Finn rolled his eyes. “Of course Vince brings up Shotzi and us but doesn’t want Kyle, Millie, Priscilla or Jordan”

Adam and Ava share a smile knowing while AEW wasn't a paradise by any means…it wasn't run by Vince. 

A loud bang sounded from the back of the restaurant and every turned to see one of the corner tables flipped on its side as John Silver looked around sheepishly. 

Adam dropped his head in his hands as Ava giggled "I'm sorry, I'm gonna go uh…handle this" he said rising from his seat and heading toward the back.

"They are quite the band of misfits aren't they?" Violet said as she tried not to laugh as they watched Adam easily lift the table back in place and start seemingly scolding them for crashing their double date.

"They love him, and with the entire….mess with the Elite…their very overprotective." Ava explained

“Reminds me of Seth” Violet said. Ava’s eyes widened.

“It totally is!” Finn laughed as Adam came back and sat down.

“They swear it’s just a coincidence they all wanted to come here on the same day and time as my date”

Violet flipped her hair and put on her flirty voice. “So this a date?

Adam blushed hard. “Um…well, it’s definitely not a…friend thing…we’re not friends. I mean we are friends!, but I want to be more then friends!" 

Ava blushed as she watched Adam flounder under Violet's question 

"Leave him alone, mo chroi" Finn finally rescued the younger man from his wife. 

“I was just being a good friend” Violet smirked.

Adam took a breath. “I don’t know why but I have a thing for goth people”

Ava looked at Violet.

“Really? Is that why you went to the Dark Order?”

“Honestly? Kenny ruined tag teams for me. The Bullet Club went to shit after you were kicked out”  

Finn’s eye twitched, remembering how the Young Bucks fucked him over.

“The Bullet Club is nothing to me now. They ruined it!”

“The Elite’s worse, nothing but kissing Kenny’s ass, apparently he was looking to go to Impact and take their top title”

“Thank god the old man bought them, Impact might have been the worse part of my career but AEW would have ruined them” Violet sipped her ice coffee.

Adam sighed.

“I don’t know what happened. One minute he was my brother, now he’s a stranger” Adam said quietly as Ava rubbed his back

"Its okay, your going to take the AEW title from him at All Out." Ava consoled him.

The 2 couples finished their meal and left the restuarant, Finn and Violet heading to the arena to get ready for Smackdown, and Ava and Adam walking though the city streets enjoying each other's company. 

"This has been great" Ava says as they finally end up back at the hotel

"We'll have to do it again sometime" Adam replied causing Ava to blush again.

"Maybe next time….just the two of us?" He asked softly

“No demon and vampires. No Dark Order” Ava agreed. Adam hugged her.

“Adam!” Evil Uno yelled. The pair looked at the stable. Anna walked over. “Well, the date was a success so Alex made you this” She handed a black jacket to Ava. It had a purple rose stitched in the back.

“Wow, Alex’s a suckup” Adam joked. “I’m totally wearing this next week” Anna smiled.

“C’mon Adam, before the idiots start screaming” 

He rolled his eyes but hugged Ava goodbye, kissing her hair before walking away.

The Next Week 

After spending the weekend and into the next week bouncing between elation over her successful date with Adam (including spending a hefty amount of time texting back and forth with the cowboy) and annoyance that Kenny just would not stop texting and calling, it was finally Wednesday and time for that weeks episode of Dynamite, at which Ava had a match against Nyla Rose.

 

Over the past few days she had gone hunting for more appropriate gear to compliment her new jacket and was now wearing black leather shorts with purple accents and a purple and black corset top. 

"Don't you look like a full fledged member of the misfit society, I really thought you'd have better taste Sweetheart" Kenny said walking up to her, the Young Bucks flanking him

“I’ve liked purple and black before the Dark Order existed” Ava snapped.

Kenny grabbed her arm. “Let go!”

“I just want what’s best for you” Kenny said fiercely 

“HEY!” Darby Allin hit Kenny with a skateboard.

“She’s said no to you for weeks now, get lost!” He roared, Ava seeing why Mox had pretty much adopted him.

Kenny looked panicked and all but ran. The Bucks, glaring at her as the followed

“Thanks” Ava said to Darby. “I hate that fucker”

"Join the club" Darby replied 

Later that night after beating Nyla Rose, Ava was celebrating in the ring when Kenny's music hit and The Elite surrounded the ring. 

"I really tried to do this in private Ava, baby but you just won't listen to me, you'd rather hang out with those losers instead of being part of The Elite"

“I. Am. Not. Your. Baby!” Ava screamed,.

Kenny stepped in, smirking. “Just accept the date”

The crowd began chanting variations of yes and no. 

Then the music of the Dark Order hit, Adam leading the stable to a beat down. Colt tackled Kenny, Adam waving sarcastically at him before going over to Ava, "You okay Darlin?"

"Yeah, fucking asshole. Why won't he leave me alone" 

"Ava, Ava!" Kenny panted, "I have a deal for you, since you and the drunk, seem so close lately, Next week….you and Adam against me and Britt Baker. You win, you get a title shot at All Out. You two lose, Cowboy loses his shot, and you go out with me"

Ava looked at Adam, who was clenching his jaw. Anna and Evil Uno nodded their heads.

Ava grabbed a mic. “We accept! And let’s raise the stakes!!! If we win and move on to kick you asses at All Out, you leave me the fuck alone!” 

Kenny gulped "Done!"

“I’ll add to that!” Adam yelled. “When I kick your ass, you don’t get to have a rematch as long as I’m champion. Let someone else get an opportunity”

"Deal!" Kenny said cockily "It doesn't matter anyway "You two are gonna lose and when you do...not only will Adam never get a shot at the AEW Championship,  Ava...baby...your all mine" 

[jamieatthebarricade]

Maids to Wives // Chapter 3

An Outlander AU based loosely on the TV Show and real life in the historic Jamestown

In 1619, one hundred and forty-four English women from good families crossed the Atlantic in response to the Virginia Company of London’s call for maids “young and corrupt” to make wives for the planters of it’s new colony in Virginia. One in six of the maids could even claim gentry status. Although promised a free choice of husband, they were in effect being traded into marriage for a bride price of 150 pounds of best leaf tobacco, the profits to flow to individual investors

In 1619, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp made the voyage to do one thing: marry a man she's never met. But when she arrives, she comes to the startling realization that her heart belongs to someone else, a certain James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.

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Chapter 3 : Maids to Wives

“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”

- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

May 16th, 1619, Claire’s POV

The air was crisper in the new world, that was the first thing I noticed. The smell of soft pinewood, salt water, and fresh bodies filled my nose. Around me was open air, no tall buildings or hundreds of people in sight. I don’t remember the air being this clean since I traveled with my uncle.

While the air was clearer, there was also a thick fog of tension within the ship. Since seeing land, many of us women had realized how drastic our lives would change in less than a few hours. Either a woman would meet the love of her life, or she would enter a life of hell. I silently hoped for the first option. It was a new day, and we were nearly to the mainland. ‘You should tidy up’ my brain told me, as I looked around trying to find any reflective surface Managing to borrow a small piece of glass from another woman, my reflection stared back at me. Small bits of hair were falling out of my neat bun I had tried to make earlier in the day. The sailors wouldn’t let us use the water for washing up and such, so I wasn’t doubtful I didn’t smell all that good. I decided to use my remaining water ration to quickly wet my underarms as a sort of rugged wash. I smelt myself quick and didn’t find any odar too terrible. 

Looking into my reflection, I smiled. The curls around my face sprang out like a lion's mane, and thankfully to the sun, my face had a bit of color to it. I was no longer the ghostly pale my uncle lamb used to describe me as. He would call me a ghost, depending on where we were and how much sunlight I got. Around me, other ladies were trying to freshen themselves up as much as they could. Geillis had managed to braid a few strands in her long auburn hair. Mary also used some drinking water to give her hair a quick rinse. We all checked each other and were happy with what we were seeing.

“Are ye ready, Claire?” Geillis smiled at me. In truth I didn’t know if I was ready, but there was no turning back from it now. Weeks of waiting and daydreaming were finally coming true today. I was just happy to be on land, a different land, and start this adventure. “I hope my husband is tall. And fit. And has a nice arse” I threw my rag at Geillis in a joking matter. She rarely held back when it came to matters such as female sexuality. Geillis was truly an open book.

At the mention of arse, Mary flushed a nice shade of ruby. “You shouldn’t be mentioning such things!” She whispered softly under her breath, just loud enough for me and Geillis to hear. Geillis in turn laughed and placed a loving arm around Mary’s shoulders.

“If ye think arse is bad, what do ye think happens on the wedding night?” Mary’s face managed to blush an even deeper shade of red, and she quickly hurried into the line for disembarking the ship. Geillis laughed as she ran away, smiling contentedly to herself. 

“That lass is gonna have an interesting time with her new husband” Geillis and me walked over to where the rest of the women were waiting, including Mary. As Geillis looked on I stared out to the land. Grass was much greener than I remembered, and the sky seemed to shine a brighter shade of blue. It was like stepping through a portal into a strange new world, which is strangely what this is. I’m a stranger in a new world who wasn’t awaiting my arrival. Fear tug at my heart at the possibility of something happening. What if there wasn’t enough food? What if we were attacked by a new settlement? I suddenly felt exposed to danger, and subconsciously wrapped my cloak around my body, like a shield.

‘Whatever happens’ I thought. ‘At least I have Geillis and Mary here’. I was fortunate and grateful to have made such great friends on the voyage. Sure, I was expected to be a new wife, but who knew if a man could fill a hole of loneliness and want for a friendship. If something were to happen and I couldn’t tell my spouse, I knew that Geillis and Mary would be there for me.

“Claire, are ye alright? Ye starin’ at nothing,” Geillis gave me a gentle tap on my shoulder, breaking me from my thought haze. They already started carting women off the ship, and Me and Geillis were next in line. The shouts of multiple crewmen filled my ear, and I heard a man shouting the names of both women and the men who would marry them. 

Me and Geillis made our way onto the long boardwalk, and as we were half way, we heard Mary’s name being called.

“Mary Hawkins, Alex Randall,” A short but handsome young man emerged from the crowd. He looked no older than Mary, and his eyes lit up when he saw her. Anxiously, he walked over to her and held out a hand. I could see the blush from her cheeks as they walked away. ‘They’re going to make a wonderful marriage’.

I smiled internally at the sight of them. It was like seeing a sister finding the love of her life, I had nothing but joy for the 2 of them. I scanned the audience. There were men of all different ages and backgrounds. Tall men, short men. Young men, and old men. Most of the young men were reasonably handsome, handsome enough to tolerate. Many of them looked unwashed, which I figured would be the case as most men typically didn’t care that much about hygiene, which was an unfortunate trait.

When we got down to the land, the minute I put my foot down I felt a sense of calm wash over me. Whatever would happen, I’m here now. The feeling of knowing I couldn’t leave, even if I tried, gave me a sense of home oddly enough.

Geillis stood in front of men, waiting behind 2 more women. Slowly their names were called and met with their respective husbands.

“Suzette Augustin, Murtagh Fraser,” Suzette was french, that was one of the only things I knew about her. She was pretty, with very long black hair and a sweet smile, which lit up brightly as Murtagh stepped from the crowd. He was among the tallest of the group, wearing a tartan wrapped around his middle. His face was dark and aged, but he was still very handsome. Suzette definitely thought so, taking his hand politely, but I could see the excitement bouncing off of her.

They were down to the last person before Geillis. All of a sudden, the nerves came rushing back. I would be meeting my future husband in less than 5 minutes. What if he doesn’t like me? What if I don’t like him? I felt the sudden urge to run and hide from all of this, and I looked around quickly for a route (as if I actually had the nerve to run), when suddenly my eyes met with a man. 

He was probably the tallest, leaving me to wonder why I didn’t notice him before as he stood at least a few inches above the other men. His hair was bright ginger and slightly tostled. When I looked at him, all worries and troubles melted away. ‘Did he see the fear in my eyes?’ I wondered. I thought he would look away or turn his attention to one of the other women but his gaze stared at me. Suddenly the urge to run was gone, as if he was holding me by the shoulders. I felt peaceful, like this whole situation wasn’t that bad. 

Our connection was only broken when I felt a nudge behind me, indicating that I had to move forward. I did, but tried to keep my eyes on him a little longer. I didn’t even know his name, yet he was a familiar face in a sea of strangers. I tried to chase that feeling of serenity in his face just a minute longer.

He seemed like he was following me too, his head turning with my step. ‘Did he feel this same serenity?’ Maybe he was getting a bride today, and was just if not more nervous than I was. Deep down a part of me hoped I was to be the bride, but I tried to shake that thought quickly. I didn’t even know this man, I didn’t need to want him this bad.

I turned my head quickly forward, hoping that he didn’t find the action malicious. Even standing forward I still felt his eyes on me, and tried my best to keep my gaze ahead. Geillis and then me, and Geillis was already telling her name to the man.

“Geillis Edgars, Arthur Duncan” A short, stout man emerged from the crowd. He was at least 20 years her senior, and about 5 inches below her. As I saw Geillis’ face drop, I concealed my hand and tried to reach out for Geillis, but Arthur was already by her side, taking her hand lovingly. She took it hesitantly, and as they walked away, Geillis turned back and gave me a sad look. ‘I needed to see her later’.

“What’s your name?” a thick british accent said in front of me. My attention turned and I saw a man, maybe in his late 40s, and a big book in front of him.

“Claire Beuachamp,” I stammered, trying to keep my voice stable as best I could. I wanted to look into the crowd and find that man again. So far, his gaze was the only thing that brought me peace.

“Claire Beauchamp, Frank Randall” the man shouted. I looked out into the crowd, and the ginger man’s face dropped. It wasn’t the same calming look as before. Was he Frank Randall? Perhaps I mistook our connection before. 

Thankfully, another man emerged behind him. He was around my height and a deep, dark face. His hair was a nice brown, and he seemed to be balding but it didn’t age him any bit. He stood in front of me, and took my right hand, giving it a soft kiss on top. His hands were warm, and gave me a sense of hope. ‘I could build a life with this man’ I thought happily, smiling to him, which caused his face to light up as well. 

We walked away from the ship, right towards the ginger man. As we walked towards him, his gaze fell on me again, but this time it wasn’t a calm feeling that came over me. It was more of a flutter, like I was tongue tied without even talking to him. When we passed him, my shoulder brushed him softly. I quickly turned, causing Frank to stop in his path.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized. He opened his mouth to answer but I felt a tug on my hand and before I knew it, our interaction was over. I looked over to Frank, and his kind face from before was changed to slight frustration.

Turning back once more, I caught his eye for only a second, yet I found so much solace in his face. It wasn’t love like you read about in stories, but it was understanding, and for some that’s a start. 

This time he was the one to look away, but quite hesitantly. My gaze shifted as well and and all of a sudden I wondered if I was making the right choice. I hadn’t even met both men yet, but the ginger man looked at me as if he was wrapping himself around me like a blanket, shielding me from any worries to come. I looked back at frank and didn’t find that same warmness. 

Instead, the feeling of fear and the want to run came back, but this time, I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to go back home or back to my friends. I wanted to find out what that man’s name was.

[takenbyheartstrings]

Pretty White Dress [ a.d ]

Summary: You and DeLuca have been dating for four years, when he decides to surprise you on your fourth anniversary, things just go the way he wants them to, because not every story has a happy ending, but this story does.

Pairing: Andrew DeLuca x dr!Reader

Authors Note: i almost died writing this, that’s it.

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF

As cheif of trauma, you had a lot of dignity. You were in a very high position in the hospital, being Amelia’s younger sister by a year, was anything but easy, as the youngest Shepherd and living with your three sisters who were also the chiefs of the hospital, basically, the hospital was run by your family. Being there since your intern days with Jo.

You woke up that morning, Andrews’ arm around your waist, he held you close. You smiled as he was awake holding you because he knew it was the best thing for you, he knew it was what you liked. You had been dating for what felt like ten yeas, but was only three going on four today.

You turned to meet Andrews eyes, “Morning.”

He pressed his lips to yours, “Morning, bubba, happy four year anniversary.” he muttered.

You smiled pressing another kiss to his lips, “Happy four year.”

You stood out of Andrews embrace putting your clothes on, as you felt him watch you, you turned around glaring at him playfully, “Creep.” You smiled lightly as you fell back on the bed in a sweater and pair jeans, as Andrew pulled you back into his embrace.

“C’mon, you’re gonna be late for rounds, and Meredith is carpooling us, and you know how mad she gets when someone’s late - I don’t want your gorgeous head chopped off.” You smiled pressing a kiss to his lips as you got up once more and threw him his slacks, boxers, and a white button-down shirt.

He smiled, putting on his clothes as you ran out the door and downstairs where you could hear Meredith beeping her horn outside of your house. Meredith, Amelia, and Maggie walked in.

Meredith looked at you sternly, “There you are! We thought you were dead,”

Rolling your eyes at Meredith, “Andrew hurry up!” You called from the bottom of the stairs as he ran down, his shirt unbuttoned as he started to button it.

“Good morning.” He smiled as all your sisters looked stood still staring as did you.

“Yes, it’s a very good morning.” Amelia smiled.

You looked at your older sister, “Amelia!” You slapped her arm as she jumped

“Ow!” Amelia pouted, “I deserved it,” She muttered quietly

As all of you piled into the car, you sat next to Andrew as Meredith pulled out the two new seats from the trunk of her car as a space for Alex and Jo.

As you stopped in front of their house, Meredith beeped her horn at them, “I’m gonna be so late for rounds,”

“No you’re not,” Maggie sighed, “You’re on my service today,”

“Aren’t you glad my sisters like you.” You smiled.

Meredith looked at you, “Who said we liked him?” She laughed as Andrew’s eyes went wide, “I’m kidding - I have to like him, you’ve been dating for four years.”

“Good,” You smile at Andrew, as we pull up into Meredith’s parking spot, “So, I’ll see you after work.” You placed a kiss on Andrew’s lips, you started to walk off, “Love you, Bub!”

“Love you too!” He called.

You sighed as Amelia walked into the cafeteria, sitting down next to you, with Jo beside you already, “How are my two favorite girls doing?” She smiled.

You and Jo exchanged a look, as Jo raised her eyebrows, ‘She’s your sister’, you read her lips. You gave her a stern look and looked back over to Amelia.

“What do you want?” You questioned your older sister - she was only like this when she wanted something.

“What do you mean, what do I want?” She asked you.

You looked at her with a blank expression, “You know exactly what I mean.”

“I just need one of you to, help me cook tonight, I’m watching over Zola and Bailey and Ellis while, Meredith is going out, specifically, you, Y/n, you are a very good cook.”

Jo scoffed, “Excuse me.”

“Jo, honey,” You smiled as she laughed, “You almost burnt your kitchen down that one time.”

“Oh, I know,” She sighed, “don’t rub it in,”

✦

Later that night, you were at Meredith’s house, knocking frantically on the door, Amelia opened it, wearing what seemed like a nice dress, you looked at her confused.

“I thought you were asking me to help you cook for kids, not host a dinner party.” You almost yelled at her.

“Look,” Amelia told you, “Just go in the bathroom - there’s a dress in there and come outside, it’s not a dinner party, it’s a dinner for you. Now go.”

You walked into the bathroom, a white dress hanging from the mirror - it was your favourite, but the only person who knew that was Andrew DeLuca, because it was the one you wore every single fancy dinner the two of you had ever gone two, which was about three, one for your six month, one for your one year, one for your two year, one for your three year, and you only wore this dress for those dinners, you were guessing this was number four, and this was your pretty white dress.

You slide on the pretty white dress, as you looked on the floor at a white pair of heels, you smiled sliding them on, following Amelia’s instructions as Meredith stopped you at the door, Zola, Bailey and Ellis in her clutches.

“You look amazing, Y/n, now, as soon as you step outside that door, I am your person - if you wanna get out of there, just page me and I’ll drive the getaway car, otherwise, if you stay, if you cry, I’ll be there for you, two shoulders. Now the kids and I have to go, but have a very good time.” She spoke.

You looked at her confused, “Thanks?” You smiled as you walked outside, the trees laced with fairy lights and the

Andrew sitting at a table, you shook your head, a goofy grin placed on your face.

“Dr. Y/n Shepherd.” Andrew smiled standing up pressing a kiss to your lips.

Andrew pulled out your chair, as you sat across from him, “I know it’s our anniversary, but, you didn’t need to do all this.”

“Yes, I did.” Andrew told you, “I did it, because I love you and you only deserve the best.”

You gave a goofy grin, “Y’know,” You said as you had a steak made by Andrew right in front of you, taking a piece and having a bite, “When I thought I found the love of my life, I hadn’t met you yet, he hurt me. A lot. But you already knew that, because you helped me. You saved me.”

“I know.” He flattered himself, “I am a superhero, I am, the savior.”

You laughed, “Don’t flatter yourself too much.”

He gave a hum, “No, I want to flatter you too much.”

and so Andrew got out of his seat, and held out his hand as Andrew interrupted your dinner for the two of you to stand up, as Andrew held your hand, he bent down on one knee, you know exactly what was going on, so you just sat there and smiled.

“Y/n Shepherd, from the first day I met you, when you called me your person, when you told me I saved you, when you told me that you left that jerk, when you told me you loved me for the first time, I knew you were everything I wanted. I knew you were the one.” He gave her larger grin than the one that was already on his face, “So what do you say, y/n... will you marry me?”

“YES!” You yelled tackling him to the ground planting kisses all over his face, his beard tickling you as you did so.

✦

You looked in the mirror, you looked back at Meredith as Jo finished your hair, “Don’t look at me like that,” Meredith scolded.

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” You said with a blank face.

Meredith sighed loudly, “Look, Amelia ran, came back, Cristina got left at the alter, you aren’t running and coming back too.”

“I’m not gonna run!” You almost yelled.

Jo looked at you, “You’re thinking about it.”

“Okay, but who doesn’t?” You defended yourself.

Jo held your shoulders, “The man at the alter,”

“I didn’t run,” Meredith shrugged.

“You and my brother wrote your vows on a sticky note because you were afraid to be legal, legal!”

“Okay, that’s... fair.” Meredith shrugged, taking your point into evaluation.

Jo stood you up, showing you to the full body mirror, she was wearing a pastel blue dress as Meredith was matching, Maggie and Amelia came into the room, wearing the same thing.

“You look beautiful, Y/n.” Maggie said hugging you.

Amelia looked at you, pulling you into a strong embrace, “Derek would be so proud of you right now.”

You pulled away, “Hey! Don’t make me cry on my wedding day.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror, you’d taken the pretty white dress into a shop, and got someone to custom transform the pretty white dress into the large wedding dress you’d wear today.

You looked at Jo for reassurance, “You do look pretty amazing.”

“Okay, so, then, let’s go. I’m gonna get married!” You smiled.

Next thing you knew, you were at the end, you were standing at the alter, Andrew, standing in front of you, in a black and white tuxedo, about to spill his vows. It was his turn first.

“Okay, so, I’ve said this a thousand times, but I still can’t believe you were dating that jerk when we first met.” that earned a laugh from everyone, “And about a week later, you dumped him, and hid your feelings for me, for well, three months, and it killed me, every second of the way. I just wanted to call you mine, to be yours. We’ve been through hell together, and traveled the heavens, and I will go through thousands of hell lit fires, for you. Because I love you.”

It was your turn now. Not like it could compare.

“They say that God creates you with two heads, four eyes, four arms, four legs, and four feet, and then he splits you into two, he takes your conjoined person and splits your soul into two. It’s like your other half, it’s like having a soulmate - and you think you find the other half of you, and then you don’t. But then you realize you were wrong, and your real other half comes along.”  At this point, the tears streamed down your face, “I believe so much that you’re the other half of me, the half I was never able to find, the half that keeps me sane, the half that keeps me together, that keeps me stable. As we walk through the hellfires, and we walk through the suns of the heavens, I will be holding your hand, the whole way through, because I love you.”

The rings came to you presented by Bailey and Ellis, being dragged in a wheelbarrow by Zola, your rings were slid on the ring fingers.

“Do you take Y/n Shepherd to be your wife? Do you promise to love and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better and for worse, for so long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” Andrew smiled.

“Do you take Andrew DeLuca to be your husband? Do you promise to love and cherish him, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better and for worse, for so long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” You returned the large grin.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Andrew planted his lips on yours in a fast motion, it was almost like the day he proposed when you tackled him to the ground. As he pulled away from you, the both of you walking back down the aisle, he looked at you.

“Hello, Mrs. Dr. Y/n DeLuca,” He smiled.

“Hello, Mr. Dr. Andrew DeLuca,” You smiled, your hands laced together.

It was one happy ending, something you never really saw at Grey Sloan Memorial. But you and DeLuca were something else.

[casgetoutofmyass0907]

A Heavenly Wedding

Summary: (Supernatural Finale Spoilers!!) What else could you want besides a big Destiel wedding at Harvelle’s in Heaven, on Valentine’s Day?! Every one is formally invited expect for John and Mary Winchester for obvious reasons. It’s about time these two finally got hitched.

For the sake of this fic everyone got a get into heaven free card for the day, because I know that some of these people are in Hell, Purgatory, or The Empty :). Thanks Jack for making that possible!

ART AT THE END :)

He couldn’t tell if it was nerves or excitement, but Dean’s hands were shaking as he struggled to tie his tie. He had done it a million times before, but today was different. Today, he was getting married. Dean never thought that he would get married, let alone get married to his best friend.

How he couldn’t manage to tie a simple knot he didn’t know, but his frustration got the better of him and he pulled the tie from his neck and threw it onto a nearby chair.

“Really Dean?” Charlie walked into the room as Dean plopped himself into another chair, careful to avoid the flowers and balloons that were tied on the side of it.

“I can’t even tie my damn tie, how am I supposed to walk down an aisle in front of everyone and get married?” Dean let his head fall into his hands and he rubbed at his temples in frustration.

“Dean, a tie and getting married are nothing alike. You’re going to get your ass out there and marry that angel, and it’s going to be beautiful. Now get up.” Charlie had retrieved the discarded tie and was now standing in front of Dean.

Dean groaned and stood up, reaching to take the tie from Charlie. Before he could she reached her hands around Dean’s neck and began to tie the red fabric in a simple knot. “Thank you, Charlie. You’re the best Best Man I could have asked for.”

“You already knew that from your Bachelor party.” Charlie gave Dean a wink and tightened his tie.

Dean grimaced as he remembered the party that had taken place only a few nights before. “I can’t believe you got me to drink Tequila and sing shitty karaoke.” Dean acted like he was holding back vomit before he continued, “Never again.”

“What, the tequila or the karaoke? I thought you liked karaoke?” Charlie grinned at Dean, knowing that she had trapped him in a corner.

“The tequila. I do like karaoke, but not mixed with tequila and a bunch of rowdy hunters in the back room of the Roadhouse.”

“Whatever, I know you liked it.”

Charlie made her way over to a mirror and began messing with her hair. She had curled it and Cas helped her braid two sections that were pulled to the back of her head and secured with a hairpin that was shaped like angel wings. She pulled a few strands loose from the braid to frame her face when Dean walked up and gave her a hug from behind. “Thank you for everything, kiddo.”

Charlie turned herself around in Dean’s embrace to give him a proper hug. “You’re welcome.” She pulled away from him and a smile spread across her lips. “Let’s go get you married!”

Dean blushed slightly and smiled as Charlie practically skipped to the door with glee. Dean took a deep breath and smoothed the front of his suit jacket before following Charlie outside.

Everyone in the wedding party was standing on the front porch of Harvelle’s talking and laughing as they waited for Dean to join them. When he opened the door and stepped outside all eyes were on him. Bobby was the first to give him a tight hug “I’m proud of you Dean.”

“Thanks, Bobby. I’m pretty lucky.” Dean said as he returned the hug.

Bobby was wearing a plain black suit similar to Dean's, the only exception being that Dean was wearing a red tie while Bobby’s was black. Charlie and Meg were wearing simple white dresses paired with red flannel, Jack was wearing a pink suit and a white tie with little pink hearts on it. Where Cas managed to conjure that up Dean didn’t know, but Jack was happy showing off his outfit to everyone. Claire was also there to walk down the aisle with Jack, she wore a dress to match Jack’s tie. Claire had reluctantly agreed to wear the dress Jack had picked out only when seeing how excited he was to match with his sister.

Everyone was buzzing with excitement as they prepared to walk down the aisle. A piano version of Carry on Wayward Son began to play over the speakers, signaling that it was time to start the ceremony. Claire and Jack walked down the aisle first, Jack tossing handfuls of rose petals every couple of steps. Charlie and Meg walked down next, as Charlie was Dean’s best man and Meg was Cas’s. Then it was time for Dean to make his way to the altar. He walked alongside Bobby who was giving him away in place of his real father, Bobby had earned the right more so than John.

When Dean and Bobby rounded the corner to the backside of the roadhouse everyone stood up. The grass lawn had rows of white chairs lined along either side of the aisle, red and pink ribbon tied in bows on the chairs closest to the aisle. Rose petals were now scattered along the white fabric that served as the aisle walkway. Dean’s admiration of the decorations quickly faded when he laid his eyes on Cas, who stood proudly at the altar.

Cas was dressed in a black suit to match Dean, but his tie was pink instead of red. His blue eyes seemed to shine brighter than they ever had when he saw Dean start making his way to him. Dean began walking down the aisle as all of his loved ones watched, but the only one that he could focus on was Cas. He had to hold himself back from running up the aisle and kissing Cas right then and there, he was going to do this properly.

The walk to Cas seemed to take ages, but when they finally made it Bobby gave Dean a smile and a pat on the shoulder before taking his place next to Charlie and Claire. Dean returned the smile and looked back to Cas. His perfect angel stood in front of him, the sun shining through his hair accentuating the brown highlights that were hard to see in the black strands. Blue eyes stared deep into green ones, both full of love and happiness.

Jody was officiating the wedding and began to read off the vows as Dean took Cas’s hands in his. Dean’s eyes never left Cas’s, it was like it was just the two of them there as they read off their vows, every word laced with truth.

“Do you Castiel take Dean Winchester to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.” Those two words made Dean’s stomach fill with butterflies, he would remember them for the rest of eternity.

“And do you, Dean Winchester, take Castiel to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“By the power vested in me by Harvelle’s I now pronounce you Mr. Castiel and Dean Winchester. You may kiss your angel.”

And Dean did. He kissed Cas and even pulled him into a stereotypical wedding dip, to which Cas chuckled against Dean’s lips. Cheers and applause roared from the crowd and Dean stood Cas upright again. “I love you,” Dean said.

“I love you too.”

~~~~~

The Roadhouse was definitely overcapacity as everyone flooded inside and began to dance and drink, taking turns to congratulate Dean and Cas. Everyone was there, Sam and Eileen, Donna and Jody, Claire, Kaia, Alex, Ellen, Jo, Ash, Charlie, Meg, Benny, Rowena, Crowley, Kevin, Missouri, Gabriel, Jess, Rufus, Patience, Bobby, Garth, and Bess. Everyone that mattered was there to celebrate their marriage.

Dean and Cas were sitting at a table that was covered with roses and little heart-shaped chocolates, eating cherry pie in place of wedding cake. They observed the sea of flannel in front of them, picking out familiar faces in the crowd of people, some of whom neither of them had ever seen before.

Dean threw his napkin on top of his plate after finishing his pie when Sam and Eileen walked up to the table. “Hey guys, just wanted to say congratulations.”

Dean got up from the table to hug his brother while Cas got up to hug Eileen. “Thanks, Sammy, it means a lot.”

“I’m happy for you.” Sam pulled away from his brother to pat Cas on the back “You got your Valentine’s Day wedding I see. How’d you manage to talk him into that one?”

Cas chuckled at Sam’s comment. “He agreed to the big pink and red wedding on Valentine’s Day as long as the dress code was flannel. I thought it was a fair compromise, though I’m sure he would have done it anyway.” Cas winked at Dean which made Dean’s cheeks turn red slightly.

“You know I would have married you in the back of the Impala the other night when we were-“

“Okay! I don’t need details.” Sam interrupted and grimaced at the image that Dean had implanted in his head.

Dean and Cas both laughed and Sam shook his head. The screech of feedback from a microphone echoed through the air as Ash and Ellen stood up on the bar. “Sorry about that, but it’s time for their first dance,” Ellen said into the mic, her voice echoing through Harvelle’s.

“Yeah, clear a path people, let the grooms in,” Ash added.

Everyone cleared to the sides of the room, leaving a path for Dean and Cas to make their way to the middle of the makeshift dance floor. Music started flooding the room, the song I Would For You by Lauren Duski playing through the speakers. Dean and Cas had agreed on the song for the first dance, but the rest of the music during the reception would be more Dean’s style, classic rock.

“May I have this dance?” Dean asked as he extended a hand towards Cas.

“Yes, you may.” Cas took Dean’s hand and placed his other hand on Dean’s shoulder.

Dean’s free hand made its way to Cas’s waist as they swayed to the music.

I wouldn’t let down my walls

I wouldn’t let myself fall

I wouldn’t risk it all on love again

I wouldn’t pick up the phone

I wouldn’t drive through the night

I wouldn’t answer the door at 3 am

Cas laid his head on Dean’s chest as they continued to dance. Dean began to sing along to the song quietly, only Cas could hear him.

No, I wouldn’t

No, but I would for you

Give you all of my time

Lay my heart on the line

I’d even walk through a fire

I would for you

Dean took the opportunity to spin Cas around before pulling him slope to him again and they both continued singing along.

Be the strong when you’re weak

Be the truth you believe

Be the more than you need

I would for you

Dean couldn’t think of a more perfect moment than this. Dancing with Cas, his husband, at their wedding in Heaven at Harvelle’s surrounded by all of their family and friends.

“I love you, Angel,” Dean said as he placed his forehead to Cas’s.

“I love you too.”

Happy Wedding Day everyone!!! 

I can’t believe our boys are finally getting married!!!

Have a fantastic Valentine’s Day :)