#grooming him and he's just feeling a whole lot better Mac wants to know what's bothering him but he feels like can wait until Monkey King
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How's about Shadowpeach with 10 and 73, specifically with Wukong taking care of Spider Macaque in the Spider Monkie AU?
The ShadowPeach in this fill is pretty vague, so if you don't ship them I think you could still read and enjoy this! I really wanted to just have an introspection from Macaque about what the transformation has done to to him and how much he thinks it had done to Sun Wukong as well.
Stop it! You’re only making it worse!/You’re putting an awful lot of trust in them.
"Macaque?"
"I'm fine, Peaches."
Macaque was not, in fact, fine. In any sense of the word. His back and shoulders ached horribly, deep set into the muscle, aches that stemmed from what he had willingly put his body through. The extra height. The new grown fur.
His extra set of arms, totaling four overall, set below his regular arms that had their own shoulder blades to ache with. No, he was not fine.
Not to mention the headache from his extra eyes...
The fact he was laying face down on a pile of leaves because he ached too much to make it back to any of buildings was a pretty clear sign to anyone passing that while he sounded convincing, as always, he was clearly lying.
“Is there anything you want me to do for you?”
The question made Macaque pause in his musing and look up. It wasn’t as if the offer to help was unexpected, no. Wukong had made it very clear since they reunited that he can and would help in any way possible. It was the way the help was offered. Or, rather, the way he was asking if he could offer any to the ailing demon.
It was... different.
Maybe because now that Wukong went through something similar he could possibly understand a bit more.
It was odd for the dark furred monkey to have to crane his neck to look up at the other now. Sun Wukong towered over... well, everyone. Even Sandy was shorter than the new Spider-Monkey King. The only person who could probably best the other in stature now was possibly DBK, and that was on a day he wasn't using his own magic to shift to his smaller form.
He'd also been granted a third set of arms, instead of the extra eyes that Macaque had to get used to and deal with on a regular basis. But often he wondered if the trade off was worth it...
The places where they matched transformation wise, however, were their fur and eyes. Both had grown a mixture of coarse spider fuzz and soft monkey fur, often times mingling into a warm mixed coat that granted extra protection from the elements. Macaque's black fur had grown a deep purple over his chest and arms, offset by silver bands and stripes in places. Wukong's, on the other hand, became a soft white and a light peach fuzz shade that mixed with his natural deeper fur color. And their eyes each attained a brilling green hue.
Spider Queen once said they shone like emeralds and Macaque couldn't find himself arguing with that.
What he could argue with, however, was the fact that HE got really cool purple markings around his eyes and Wukong's face marking didn't change at all.
So point 1 to him for getting something extra.
Built in eyeliner.
"Mac? Mango?" Wukong asked again, pulling the other from his thoughts abruptly. "I can leave you alone for a bit if you want. Check in on you later?"
Macaque tensed and pain shot through his spine and, for some reason, the thought of suddenly being alone again filled him with dread.
"Can you..." he started slowly, low enough that he was uncertain that the other could hear him. "Can you groom my back for me? I couldn't finish it and..."
He trailed off, to embarrassed to admit that the whole reason he was even in this mess was because he had stubbornly tried to clean the fur on his own back when it had gotten caught on some brush and the stretching of his already painted muscles proved too much for him.
"Sure," was all Wukong said before sitting down beside the other and quietly getting to work.
They sat silently for a while. Wukong doing his best to run his many fingers through only the glossy tangled fur. The coarser fur would require a comb or brush and Macaque douted that the other wanted to even attempt brushing his fur out in this situation.
And while the deep set ache in his spine didn't vanish, the longer he laid there and felt the other working on his fur the longer he relaxed and felt the surface aches slowly dampen themselves.
“What did Syntax say about the next batch?” Wukong finally spoke up as his fingers worked their way through the knotted fur between Macaque’s second set of shoulder blades. Every graze against the skin beneath the fur felt like a new ache, but the touches we so soft and fleeting that Macaque knew the temporary pain would be worth not having to attempt to groom his own back again. “It’s supposed to last longer, right?”
"He thinks so," Macaque said, voice tight but clearer than he expected it to come out. "I know it will. He's never failed me before."
For better or worse.
"Seems like it," Wukong agreed quickly, apologizing as he pulled a stubborn knot just a bit too hard and earned a pained yelp from the other. "You're putting an awful lot of trust in him... but his serums have been working so far so even if everything is guess work he seems to know what he's doing."
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
The reply came so fast that Macaque knew that it was practiced. Said so clearly that even after all this time he knew that the other spider-monkey mutant was hiding something. His actions never ceased, though. Grooming continuing on as if nothing was said, hundreds of years not being dampened by the addition of size or number of fingers in the slightest.
“You can’t expect me to believe that you went through a transformation more drastic than mine so quickly without anythin-”
“Yes,” Wukong interrupted, voice more form and snappy than he has sounded the entire time he was tending to Macaque’s fur and muscle aches.
“You’ve always been a shit liar, you know. That’s my forte.”
Now the movements slowed, not to a stop but noticeable enough to be felt. Not until he finished working through the fur after another minute or so of silence.
"Only to you," Wukong admitted, running his fingers through the finished patches of fur to catch any missed knots. "Apparently I'm pretty good when it comes to others."
"That's because they haven't known you as long as I have," Macaque said, sitting up against the urges from the other to keep laying down.
And the sight before him, closer and clearer in the light than before, proved his suspicions that he'd had since the other's transformation correct in his mind.
Sun Wukong looked exhausted. Not physically, except for the dark bags under his eyes that Macaque could see forming. But his posture and the dull shine of his eyes gave it away. The way he leaned forward and his eyes were half lidded and the way he smiled in that awkward nervous way that showed far too much teeth.
"You've been treating me differently," Macaque continued as he stretched and the pain was worth the light rush of relief from the way the stretch relieved some pressure on his back. "Since your transformation. It's because you know how I feel now, don't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Stop it!" Macaque snapped, startling the other. "You’re only making it worse, pretending it doesn't happen! Have you even gone to Syntax for any treatment?"
In the back of Macaque’s mind he could swear he heard "hypocrite" shouted at him for the pretending bit.
"... no," Wukong admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with two hands. That wasn't from embarrassment or nervousness, that was from pain. Macaque recognized it from so long ago. "He comes to me, though. Practically throws the stuff at me while insulting me for being too stubborn for own good."
"He's right you stubborn ass," Macaque said with a half chuckle, standing with more than a bit of effort. When he stumbled forward he was grateful that Wukong held out a hand to grab his own and didn't catch him, who knows how much that would hurt. It had when he'd caught him before. "The new batch should be ready, actually. We should go see him together."
Macaque smirked up at the other, hoping he was playing his cards right.
"Besides, I know how much you like proving people wrong."
The loud laughter that resounded through their little patch of forest told him he was still good at playing that little game of chance.
"Alright, yeah," Wukong agreed, smile softening as he held out one of his lower arms from Macaque to hold onto as he walked. "I do like proving people wrong. I'm not too stubborn to accept help after everything that's happened."
"Now tell Queenie that next time we see her so she can stop worrying over you so much," Macaque chided with a laugh of his own as they walked the path to home Wukong had built for the spider demons on his island.
As they walked Macaque felt the soft and firm brush of Wukong's tail against his own and he wrapped his around it. Their tailed wrapped together, twining like rope behind them, and they just had to hope that Syntax wouldn't have a rant planned out for the two of them when they arrived.
#monkie kid#lego monkie kid#hurt comfort#fanfic#prompt fill#sun wukong#money king#six eared macaque#shadowpeach#(vague)#this is the HAPPY fill just wait for the other spider monkie fill#that ones gonna be sad
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The Time Traveler’s Bullshit
@katrani comissioned me to write out my full review of The Time Traverler’s Wife, my most hated book of the year thus far, and I feel like it won’t be dethroned. nearly 3,000 words and I skipped a whole section I was going to write about, ENJOY
Three dollars and ninety nine cents will buy you a Big Mac. It will buy you four hours of downtown parking in my city. Three dollars and ninety-nine cents will buy you a latte made with burnt coffee at Starbucks. For Three dollars and ninety-nine cents, I can get a can of terrible beer and have a dollar left over for tip. All of which would have been a better choice than what I ultimately spent that three dollars and ninety-nine cents on, which was this book.
I am careful to read hyped books out of their time, so that I’m not influenced by something that has been so lauded no book could ever hope to reach those heights. So when this first came around, and I saw many women talking about how much they had loved it, I figured I would just read it later. I buy books used, so this is generally what I do even outside of worrying about being affected.
I finally picked this book up after a reader of mine told me it reminded them of my writing.
After reading it, several years after all the hype, I have one question: Are women who fuck men okay?
(“Why not just straight women, Doc?” you may rightly ask me, and I, unfortunately, am forced to answer that I know a number of bisexual women who also enjoyed this book, leading me to believe that the trouble is far worse than previously imagined.)
I found this book to be borderline insulting, and if I didn’t know any better, I would have claimed this book was written by a man. The entire way through I felt the constant assault of the idea that this reminded someone of ME. What have I been doing wrong all my life, I asked? I should probably give up writing.
Let’s go into the book itself!
The core of the novel hinges around the idea that Henry goes through time without wanting to and with no consious conrol, and so in a sense lives his life out of order. This is a fascinating idea but for the fact that book’s main hinge is the relationship between Clare and Henry.
Who Henry meets, as an adult out of time, when she is six.
And proceeds to groom her to be his wife someday.
Oh, it isn’t put that way, of course, it’s simply that they end up married and so, I suppose the author might say, it’s only natural that Henry interact with her when he comes the “the Meadow” nearby where she lives. But this sort of “things are already decided” that the author is extremely fond of does not remove this intensely squicky framework from their relationship. Henry begins with Clare when she is six years old, and it comes on VERY fast that they are supposed to get married. She is at a sleepover, still as a literal child, ELEVEN YEARS OLD, when the Ouija board spells out his name as the boy who likes her.
The book takes pains to describe how he won;t have sex with her until she’s 18, but how difficult it is for a thirties to forties man not to have sex with her when she’s 15, 16, 17. I want to say there might be a part where he describes it when she’s 14, but I can’t find it in the book right now, so we’ll pretend it’s not there. “But they’re married in the furute!” one might say, listen if my wife had to resist having sex with sixteen year old me, and didn’t see me as a fucking child, I would think she was gross. It’s gross for a thirty-something to forty -something dde to struggle not to fuck a teenager, period, end of story.
All of this is wrapped in the book’s idea that this is romantic, instead of the idea that Clare’s “date with destiny” is tragic. She doesn’t ever have a boyfriend, because she is “waiting for Henry”. She sleeps with one of Henry’s friends before he and Clare ever officially “meet” and bursts into tears because she feels as if she has been unfaithful. Meanwhile, Henry is out having girlfriends like no one’s business, and “Well Doc he doesn’t know” why is Clare the one who has to bear this arranged marriage?
Clare herself even alludes to the way she’s being groomed to be the woman he wants in a way that I DO NOT THINK the author intended, as the author is desperately wrapped up in the idea that this is sexy and romantic and not deeply fucking unsettling.
Pretentious-ass Henry is dropping German into a casual conversation with a thirteen year old so that you know he is learned and cool, and explain that it’s from Rilke, one of their (note: Not your, but OUR) favorite poets.
Clare responds: “You’re doing it again!”
“What?”
“Telling me what I like.” Clare burrows into my lap with her feet. Without thinking I put my feet on her shoulders, but then that seems too sexual, somehow, and I quickly take Clare’s feet in my hands again and hold them together with one hand in the air as she lies on her back, innocent and angelic with her hair spread nimbus-like around her on the blanket. (Sidebar: I can only fucking imagine that the sort of people that are into this are the sort of people who think nothing at the idea of some Victorian gentleman marrying his attractive young ward, as apparently there’s no problem with having seen someone as a child and then having them marry you! It’s not deeply fucked up at all!) …..
“Henry?”
“Yes?”
“You are making me different.”
“I know.”
These brief asides are meant to make us feel that Henry has done enough to assuage his guilt, that we are meant to forget that what he is doing is wrong. The book goes so far as to have sixteen year old Clare be the aggressor with a 37 or so year old Henry, as a way of trying to tell us, “Oh look none of this can be Henry’s fault” and an absolutely cringeworthy section where Henry goes and beats up a kid who took Clare on a date and proceeded to assault her. (She dates him to prove she’s not a dyke wow what a great book and thank you for reminding us that Clare never wants to see anyone else for her own sake even as a teenager, very healthy)
All of which would make me a hell of a lot more mad if I managed to like Clare even a little bit. But it’s not at all surprising that I don't--Clare is hardly a character in this story so much as she’s a cardboard cutout that exists for Henry.
Each of her desires and thoughts revolves around him, from the time she’s a child, save for minor pouting incidents when Henry either won’t tell her something, or disagrees with her. But she always caves, but for the exception of having a child, another horrible thing we’re meant to feel sorry for them in, but I, at least, never really do, as they know the problem, they know how horribly Henry’s life has been affected, and yet they persevere. I find myself asking why in the fuck they don’t use donor sperm, but I suppose that would not fulfill Clare’s real use as being Henry’s vessel. It might have been very touching to write about their experience of infertility if they were likeable at all, or the chapters were anything but flat and emotionless despite dealing with really high-emotion topics. It’s essentially Clare saying “I want a baby inside me” and having a series of miscarriages. I’ve read more compelling narratives on online message boards.
Not to mention when Henry suggests adopting and Clare says “That would be pretending” bitch fuck ALL THE WAY OFF. I repeat: WE ARE MEANT TO LIKE THIS CHARACTER. NOTHING ABOUT HER IS SHOWN AS A NEGATIVE.
A fair amount of time in the book is spent describing how hot Clare is, and it’s a bit cringey to read about a super hot redhead with great tits and also rich, who’s a visual artist, and then flip to the back and see a redheaded visual artist as the author. It’s not that I don’t believe that authors are ever allowed to find themselves in a character, quite the contrary, but one hopes that there would be a level of detachment or at least plausible deniability. But no, Clare is nothing but wish fulfillment for the author, but unfortunately cannot fulfill any of ours. I get the sense that these characters are far more complex and layered in Niffenegger’s head, but they fall completely flat on the page, sketches of annoying human beings.
Clare seems to have been raised in an Austen novel, where the home is noted for its architecture and we ‘dress for dinner’ which could be intensely compelling if they ever went anywhere with it. But we don’t. Because of course Clare’s raising in a straightlaced, extremely wealthy family has no affect on her and she is a very cool girl who is laid back and likes the right music and poetry. (Sidebar: The name dropping in this novel is SO TIRESOME. Every band, artist, poet, etc has to be named and identified so your are aware of how absolutely well-read and smart and cool Niffenegger is)
The we’re meant to feel for Henry when her family finds out that he is half-Jewish which I suppose is meant to be shocking when he doesn’t practice or isn’t different in any marked way from her family? The character has no Jewishness in him but as a side note and dare I say for shock value. Her family isn’t even written as believably against the union, as no one can resist super cool hipster protag Henry DeTamble (Even his name sounds INSUFFERABLE)
The problem, of course, is that the very wealthy can buy their way out of many problems, meaning that an author has to have a particular deftness of hand in order to make you feel something for them. This is not that author. Any sympathy one might have for Clare goes immediately out the window when she’s complaining about having only a small room for a studio in which to create, while she’s living off the INTEREST from her trust fund, and hiring a cleaning service because neither of them is willing to vacuum. Not her trust fund. The INTEREST from her trust fund, which means there must be so much fucking money in there we all want to scream.
Of course, Henry goes into the future and wins the lottery so they can give her a new studio, I shit you not this is a thing that happens in a novel where we are supposedly meant to identify with the characters and feel for them. They buy a nice house with a separate studio in the backyard, not even in the house, just a large brick edifice where Clare can do whatever she wants because these people don’t have consequences until Henry’s death, and by the time he dies, we’re all thanking God that at least there’s one thing they can’t weasel out of. The book has the audacity to have them, later, describe having a private box as one of their “little indulgences” friends a private box is the realm of $1,800 dollars for ONE showing of an opera, and while I am a believer in the good of occasionally saving up to do something that is an experience, there is no way I would describe that as an ‘indulgence” but these people have such wealth that they never need worry about anything at all, except the central point, which is that Henry drifts in and out of time and we would like to sentence a child to that.
Henry himself is a collection of traits rather than a person--it is so important to the author that we know he is a real punk with great musical taste, that he knows German and poetry and Chicago--it’s all rather a laundry list of the long-haired, tall, punkish but very classically learned boyfriend Niffenegger would like to have rather than someone who has a heart or a mind. But the luck of it all is that she clearly cares about henry far more than she does Clare, and so he gets a bit of fleshing out with a tragic anime backstory and all that, and from time to time we see bursts of real humanity in his character.
Their love, even if it were not burdened by the exceptional trouble of CLARE BEING GROOMED AS A CHILD, has the weight of air. Henry is a womanizer with a drug problem, but then he meets Clare, hot rich redhead who proves she’s known him her whole life, and suddenly the magic swelling violins are in the background, love has found its day, and no more is ever said about it.The book refuses to get anywhere deep into how they feel about things and why, it is only glancing blows that seem to suggest an emotion rather than allowing ourselves to get into their minds.
The bulk of the description of their love is sex. Sex sex sex. I get it, they are hot for each other, I am trying very hard to get over the fact that they are married when Clare is 22 and Henry is thirty, but you’re giving me nothing to pin their relationship on but the fact that they enjoy railing each other and Henry has been around since Clare was a child. I don’t understand the why of their relationship even once, it all seems so accidental, and I wanted there to be a lesson, or something to be said about humanity and relationships, but I found nothing save for maybe the idea that women are fully engrossed in their relationships and men basically luck into them and then drop out from time to time? But even that is far far deeper than I think the novel deserves credit for.
The side characters are somehow worse, mainly racist stereotypes or one note characters who ALSO exist to have their lives enhanced by the protagonists. Even their friends only exist so that Gomez can have the hots for Clare for years, because Everyone Wants To Bone Clare.
The writing itself is terrible too, written in the style of a script, almost, rapidly shifting between first person narratives in a matter of one or two paragraphs, often, helpfully telling who is talking by, I shit you not, putting “CLARE:” or “HENRY:” before the paragraphs, so we can enjoy who it is that is navel gazing and picking over the conversation without saying anything really, save for how badly Henry wants to fuck his super hot wife, who may or may not currently be a teenager, and how desperately Clare loves him, and has loved him since she was a child, for reasons that remain unclear.
It’s padded out and ridiculous and reads like some of the drafts when I am being a complete garbage pile, and thank you to the person online who had already typed this out so I didn’t have to:
Henry:
Clare is wearing a wine-colored velvet dress and pearls. She looks like a Botticelli by way of John Graham: huge gray eyes, long nose, tiny delicate mouth like a geisha. She has long red hair that covers her shoulders and falls to the middle of her back. Clare is so pale she looks like a waxwork in the candlelight. I thrust the roses at her. "For you."
Please try to read that with a straight face and get back to me, i could not manage it, and it was early on the book, and this sort of thing goes on for pages, if you don’t like hearing about how pale Clare is, and that she has red hair, her two most dominating character traits, you are in for a very, very rough time.
The narrative voice of the characters is identical. I mean, I suppose I should thank whatever god is responsible for this clusterfuck for the CLARE and HENRY bits because otherwise I would have no clue who was talking from moment to moment. Does NIffenegger think all people think alike? That their internal monologues are the same? It seems to me she must because I can’t figure any other way that one could write two characters and have them, even when their opinions differ, sound like the exact same person.
I did enjoy the letter at the end of this story--and this is where I saw where my reader connected me to this book--it almost seems as if it was written for a different novel, a novel about a doomed love between two people that truly loved each other and had rich inner lives. It’s beautiful, or it would be totally removed from this novel.
This review has, in itself, gotten to be as rambling and listing as the novel, and so I will let it rest here. I read incredibly fast. This took me something like five or six hours to read. It was a waste of every single one of those hours and I wish I had gotten a Big Mac instead. Save yourself, save six hours, save three dollars and ninety-nine cents, and read literally anything else.
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warnings: f l u f f i want this so bad
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bless tany for this gif
kinda feeling this song for them, not entirely sure but check it out!
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your heart was racing as you plopped down in your chair and searched for something to drink. you needed to catch your breath as everyone else danced on the floor in the center of the banquet hall. it was getting warmer and warmer so you started to fan yourself with your hand. you sipped the glass of champagne you thanked a waiter for and looked toward the large mass of family enjoying their time. it made the brightest grin spread on your face as you trained your eyes on a particular husband dancing with two little nephews of yours.
joe had taken his suit jacket off and draped it over the chair beside you about two hours ago. he hadn’t stopped dancing yet. you really couldn’t blame him, the wedding playlist was a whole soundtrack of your teenage years. you knew every word to every song that played through the speakers. joe seemed to have new moves for every song too.
your eyes lit up when he caught your gaze and he couldn’t help but grin. he said something to his nephews and they ran off to someone else before joe turned toward you and made his way out of the crowd.
“you know my sister will not be happy when she sees you sitting down,” joe reminded you.
“i just needed a breather,” you said and held out your hand for him to take as he was a couple steps away.
he sat down in his chair and leaned over to give you a sweet peck on the cheek. “you okay?”
“yes, i’m okay.”
your cheeks were starting to ache from smiling so much at him. you always found yourself doing so whenever your eyes were on him, and it wasn’t just the champagne from tonight. even when your eyes weren’t on him and he popped into your head, you’d be grinning endlessly. your chest would feel like it was ready to burst just at the mention of his name.
joe kept your hand in his lap while he picked up his untouched glass of water and took a long sip. dinner was long over, but your stomach growled for something to eat. you hadn’t had much throughout the day before the ceremony and you managed to fill yourself up on the nicely made dinner, but it must not have been enough.
“oh, we’re so going back out there,” joe groaned as a new song played. neither of you could resist it, so you let him pull you up and back toward the floor happily.
the words were already on your tongue as joe took your other hand and moved his shoulders in a shimmy. you both moved to the beat and sang the words to one another, all the while having fun with it. a few of joe’s cousins moved closer to you two and joined in as they jumped around. there was one moment where you grabbed onto joe’s tie to pull him closer, then immediately laughed. he enjoyed it much more than you thought and kept his hands attached to your hips.
you had belted out the lyrics so loudly, you throat felt a bit raw by the time another song came on. joe hugged you around your waist and you felt thankful for a slow song finally. your legs needed another break.
“you look beautiful.”
“you’ve told me a few times tonight already.” you cupped joe’s cheek and leaned toward him for a kiss. you were then interrupted by a tug at your dress and you looked down to find your nephews fighting each other over who got to dance with you. it surprised you that they weren’t tired yet. you moved away from joe and bent down to their height to help them figure it out. “how about we all hold hands so both of you can dance with me?” you suggested and that seemed to be doable to them as they nodded.
joe left you to dance with them and you swayed from side to side while holding their hands. as you watched the little ones below you, you couldn’t help the overwhelming sensation that came over you. a simple thought had passed by in your head and now it was all you could think about. it didn’t make your soft smile falter however, which was a good thing as you thought about it more. you then looked up and searched through the room for joe. you found him sitting at the table, watching you with a look of adoration. his head was against his hand and he looked tired from the night’s activities.
when the song ended, you let the boys run off before you went over to joe. he reached out and stroked the material of your silky dress when you stood in front of him.
“ready to go home?” your stomach flipped as he looked up at you. you hadn’t had nerves around him in years, not since you were teenagers. but you knew that it was because of your small realization. you couldn’t bring it up with him now though, it wasn’t the right time.
joe nodded and you both grabbed your things before saying goodnight to the whole family, and the bride and groom. your nephews were sad to see you both go, but you promised them you’d have them over soon for a movie night.
the air was chilly as you walked outside toward joe’s car parked the furthest away and still heard the celebration going on inside. joe’s arm was wrapped around your waist loosely after he draped his jacket over your shoulders. once you got into the car and he started it with a bit of heat coming on, he turned to you.
“think we can stop somewhere for food?”
“took the words right outta my mouth,” you commented and gave him a nod.
joe wasn’t inebriated in the slightest, having paced himself through the night knowing that he was going to be the one to bring you both home safely. there had been plenty of nights you shared where you switched off on who would be the designated driver and each night was always something new. this one, you both were just hungry and ready to eat the worst possible food imaginable.
joe stopped at a mcdonald’s, pulling up to the drive-thru. there was only only other car for this time of night and you both took a look over the menu as you decided what to get.
“think they have champagne?” you wondered aloud. the taste still lingered on your tongue.
joe turned to you with a laugh and shook his head. “i don’t think so, bub.”
“i bet they’d get a lot more customers if they did.”
he nodded his head with a grin as he moved to car up to order. he asked for a big mac and a medium fry for you both to share, along with a cup of coke. you leaned over the console to order yourself, which was unusual since you normally told joe what you wanted beforehand. first, you asked why they didn’t have champagne, earning an awkward chuckle from the worker behind the bright screen. joe laughed and apologized on your behalf, which you ignored as you said what you wanted to eat.
joe parked the car in an empty spot once you two had gotten a bag full of burgers and fries. you dove straight for the fries, smacking joe’s hand playfully when he tried to reach in for his burger.
“you’re an animal,” he chuckled.
“no, i’m just hungry.”
you both took your respective burgers out of the bag and opened them up in your laps to start eating. joe set the fries on the center console between you and your first bite tasted better than you thought. normally you didn’t eat mcdonald’s, but after all the champagne you had over the last few hours, it tasted like heaven.
“did you have fun tonight?” joe asked as he sipped his drink. you held out your hand for it when he was done and took a quick sip. it was big enough for you to share one and you just liked to share things with him.
“of course. i’m so happy. it was such a nice wedding. she looked so beautiful.” you sighed, remembering how joe’s cousin had walked into the church all decked out in her long flowing dress and her hair and makeup all done for the special day. all day you had spent gushing over how perfect she looked. “god, remember when that was us?”
“i do, yes.”
“i miss that day. that was the best day ever. can we go back?”
“maybe we can just have another one?”
“oh, no. that’d be a nightmare.” you shook your head fast.
“why?” he laughed mid bite.
“do you know how stressed i was? i was freaking out thinking you’d get cold feet or i’d get cold feet. i thought i was going to throw up or fart or something during our vows.” joe cracked up, throwing his head back in laughter. you really were so nervous that day. you had thought so many times of how you wouldn’t blame him if he got cold feet and left you. but you were really glad he didn’t. “i was scared shitless. i don’t want to go through that again. i just want to relive it.”
“that’s kind of the same thing, bub.”
“no, it’s not.”
“it is, but you’re right.”
you giggled at his agreement with you and continued to eat your late night pit stop snacks in silence. you looked over at him a few times and reveled in the moment of how you two were dressed, having just come from a wedding and we’re now in a parking lot of mcdonald’s. you felt like a teenager again, always on some kind of adventure with him.
“love you.” you cooed after a few moments, chewing on the last bit of your burger.
joe smiled and met you halfway to peck your lips quickly. he then brought out his phone from his pocket and turned in his seat as he tapped through the screen. “hold up the bag for me and smile.”
“i have food in my mouth.”
“and yet you’re still talking with a mouth full.” he teased.
“oops, sorry.” you muttered and covered your mouth for a moment as you chewed the rest quickly. “wait, wait!” you shouted when the flash startled you, making joe laugh. “okay, now redo.” you held up the bag and smiled sweetly as you showed it off, joe’s jacket still draped over your shoulders. you closed your eyes since you always hated the flash on the phones since they were so damn bright and nearly blinded you every time.
once the photo was taken, you leaned over the console and put your cheek against joe’s shoulder to watch him type out a quick caption. it always made you smile and freak out a little when he’d post photos of you online— still to this day.
“post wedding snack with this one. she’s pretty upset that mcdonald’s doesn’t serve champagne and i’m pretty upset at how pretty she is,” he wrote and posted the photo.
“aw,” you cooed and shoved a couple fries in your mouth.
once everything was gone and thrown out, joe drove you two home in the quiet. there were hardly any other cars out at this time of night and you were starting to feel tiredness seep in. joe’s thumb was rubbing against yours in your lap and you’d close your eyes every so often as the engine hummed below you. your realization from earlier came to mind and you so badly wanted to say something. before you could, joe was pulling his hand away to find the garage opener.
the house greeted you warmly when you walked inside and you instantly kicked your shoes off, sighing at the sudden relief. you hadn’t really noticed it all through the night, but you could go for a massage.
both you and joe made your way through the house and toward your bedroom so you could change into your pajamas. you hung joe’s jacket back up in the closet and went into the bathroom to wash your face and pull your hair up in a ponytail. you brushed your teeth then walked out to find joe not in the bedroom. you pulled your dress off along with your bra and replaced it with one of joe’s old t-shirts.
joe was in the kitchen drinking a glass of water with just a pair of sweatpants on. you smiled as you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, giving his back a kiss.
“lookin’ good, hot stuff.” you commented as you moved around him to get yourself a glass. this was normally what the two of you did before bed, you both downed a glass of water.
“i could say the same about you.” he pulled you against his side with a smirk. “you come here often?”
you laughed and nodded up at him. “i live here actually. with my husband. he should be home any minute.”
“why don’t we ditch this popsicle stand and leave him in the dust? i think you’ll have a fun time with me.”
“oh, really? i don’t know he’s got some killer dance moves that nobody’s ever seen.”
“i promise you mine are better than some foot shuffles and flailing arms.”
“care to enlighten me then? before he gets home, of course.”
“i’d be happy to.” he took your hand into his and pulled you toward the bedroom. you brought your glasses with you and laid over the covers to get ready for the little show. “give me a good one,” joe pointed at you as you scrolled through your phone for a song to play.
you couldn’t resist the giant smile that came onto your face as the song played and joe started moving his hips. your stomach was aching by the time the first minute got through and you were glad you had set the glass down on the bedside table. your eyes were watery when the song finished and joe was done moving around the room and making the most of the space he was given.
“how’d i do?” he breathed heavily, leaning himself against the edge of the mattress.
“very impressive,” you wiped at your eyes. “maybe you can teach that to my husband when he gets home.”
joe grinned and jumped onto the bed to hover over you for a kiss. you cupped his face and placed your lips over his, pecking him a couple times as he made himself comfortable on you. he placed his head over your chest as he calmed down from his dance routine. you softly brushed through his hair as he laid there and you both felt closer to falling asleep. but that little thought came back to you and wouldn’t stop nagging until you spit it out.
“hey you,” you said softly and touched his cheek.
“hey me,” he replied with a quick peck to your palm.
“i have to tell you something.”
the nerves spiked in your stomach as he lifted his head with intrigue written all over his face. you smiled softly at him, watching him closely as he moved and looked all around your face.
“okay. tell away.”
you breathed deeply as he set his chin on the center of your chest. you bit your lips anxiously as he waited for you and you were so close to convincing yourself to just say anything else. but you knew if you didn’t get it out now, you’d regret it. and how could you look into those beautiful eyes and not say what you wanted to? joe always made you feel that you could tell him anything, so why stop now?
you licked your lips and touched his other cheek, stroking the stubble lightly. joe had grown anxious while waiting for you and his eyebrows were now set deeper into his forehead. you finally said to hell with it and pushed it out of yourself.
“i want to have a baby with you.”
the lack of sudden response had you on edge, but you knew it was a big step. of course it was always a thought in your relationship from the moment you made a commitment, but neither of you had spent too much time talking about it. you knew joe wanted kids someday and you always saw that during every moment he spent with his nephews. tonight it was different when you watched them while you were dancing. that desire washed over you so quickly and set so deeply into your bones. even just the thought had you choking up from excitement. so many thoughts and images ran through your head of a little family you’d make with your husband. you were finally ready for that.
“are you serious?” joe asked slowly and sat up on the other side of the bed. you weren’t sure if he was excited or scared shitless.
you nodded with a laugh and sat up too. the excitement closed your throat up again. he’d be a beautiful father. “i think we’ve put it off long enough, don’t you? we’ve been together, what? five years now?”
joe watched you closely as you spoke, shocked and not knowing what the hell to say. it was obvious he had been waiting for this moment forever and now that it was here, he didn’t know how to react.
“you’d be the best dad in the whole world.” his throat tightened at the comment and you put your hand over his when you saw the little twitch in his face. “i can see it when you’re with your nephews and how much you focus on them and what they need and you’re always trying to please them while also being the fun uncle. you have so much love in there, joe, it’s crazy,” you laughed and put a hand over his chest.
you waited a moment to see if he had anything to say and when he didn’t, you went on. “frankly, it freaks me out sometimes,” you admitted. “how is it possible to have so much?”
joe’s eyes had glossed over now and your heart sunk at the sight. he wasn’t somber and you weren’t making him upset. his chest was just filling with that same kind of love.
“i can see it whenever you look at me and i want our tiny little human to feel that too. i want to have a baby with you, joseph.”
joe broke his frozen position and kissed you deeply, holding the back of your head. you couldn’t help but grin against him, your hand moving from his chest to cup his cheek.
“you’re amazing, you know that?”
“i love you so much.”
he pulled you back in and this time kissed you passionately, breathing deeply. his throat was starting to relax now as the excitement set in even though he still couldn’t believe everything you said. he never thought he’d cry over the fact of you saying those words to him, but here he was having shed a few tears.
“when can we start?” he pulled away for a moment, his breath hot on your face.
“right now,” you grinned.
#joe mazzello#joe mazzello x reader#borhap#im soFTTTTTTT#I LOVE ETHISSSS#joe mazzello blurb#joe mazzello fluff#bohemian rhapsody
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We’re excited to announce that Em has decided to level up DJ Jeffries from a mumu minor character to a main character! Please go through the checklist to make sure you’re ready to go and send in your account within the next 24 hours.
OOC INFO
Name + pronouns: em + she/her
Age: fossil
Timezone: est
Ships: dj/chem
Anti-Ships: dj/forced
IC INFO
Full Name: Dolores Jean “DJ” Jeffries
Face Claim: Odette Annable
Age/Birthday: 30 / August 18, 1989
Occupation: Carpenter and electrician for her family’s company, which she’s being groomed to eventually take over when her dad decides to retire. She also runs her own side business, DJ Designs, where she specializes in custom pieces.
Personality: agreeable, hardworking, loyal, mechanically-minded, reactionary, simple, and trusting
Hometown: Upper West Side, Manhattan
Bio:
DJ was gifted with her names -- Dolores Jean -- by having the honor of being the first grandchild on either side of her parents’ families. As a result she thoroughly spoiled and dotted upon for the first few years of her life, and knows she still ranks as the favorite grandkid.
From the time she could step into her dad’s work boots and have enough strength to drag his tool belt, DJ would willingly follow her father to weekend work sites, and want to help out however she could. DJ’s mom wished her only daughter would take interest in other pursuits, but as DJ progressed through school and it was clear intelligence wasn’t in traditional academics, her dad was able to persuade her mom that DJ’s interest and talent for the work was not only good for her, but good for the family business. As a result, while still in high school DJ started working on the hours needed for her trade apprenticeships.
She’s been with her family’s company since, and knows the expectation is that she’ll eventually take over for her dad -- just like her dad did for her granddad -- whenever he decides to retire. DJ’s taken a few business courses as preparation, but the reality of it all scares her. She knows she’s good at her current job, but the weight of having to carry a whole company and what her family has built is nerve-racking, so she hopes her dad’s jokes about eyeing retirement soon are just that: jokes.
In her free time DJ’s working to grow her side-business, DJ Designs, which she runs out of her grandparents’ garage in Queens. She does custom woodwork and commissions for clients, and has created everything from tables and chairs, to bunkbeds and bed frames, cabinetry, and outdoor play sets. She also volunteers her time for Big Brothers Big Sisters, as well as youth sports leagues in her neighborhood. She got interested in the latter because of having horrible experiences with team sports while growing up. Given her size -- DJ’s 6′5 -- and natural athleticism, most of her youth coaches put a lot of pressure on her to do well and better than her teammates. Sports ended up stressing her out and making herself feel horrible whenever her team lost as she felt like she was solely responsible. Eventually her parents transitioned her to a swim team. While there was still a team element involved, most of the competition of individual-based, and DJ thrived. She still doesn’t personally participate in team sports to this day, but actively enjoys watching them and cheering on her friends.
Pets: Step-roomie-parent to Marley’s new kitten, Paul McCartney, though DJ calls him Mac.
Relationships:
Marley Rose. Roommate. After her breakup Marley was surfing couches while trying to figure out a permanent place to land. Noticing that Marley seems down and tired, DJ asks what was up one morning while grabbing her first coffee of the day, and in the end offers Marley the second bedroom in her apartment. Even though she’s lived on her own for a couple of years, DJ’s happy to have someone to share her space with, especially someone like Marley since she has a certain light about her.
Quinn Fabray. Suds Bud. DJ has followed soccer for most of her young into adult life, so she definitely knew who Quinn was the moment she started frequenting ACup. DJ managed to gush only the first two times they met, and then they connected through a shared love of sports and athletics. Together they play fantasy football through her company’s league, and enjoy kicking back in front of a big screen at a bar or at each other’s homes, splitting a six pack and greasy food, and watching whatever sporting event is on the tube.
Lacey Mikhailov. Faith Friend. Since DJ’s faith is such an important part of her life, she’s sought out others that are as equally enthusiastic and also identify as not straight. That’s how she and Lacey connected, and they’ve attended services at each other’s places of worship.
Lola Alvarez. Faith Friend. DJ and Lola were familiar with each from ACup, and then they happened to catch each other at the same Holy Trinity service. DJ often lights a candle for Mimi, Lola’s mom, and they’ve attended special prayer services together.
Bea Smith. Ex. DJ calls what she and Bea did as dating, even if Bea didn’t want to label what they shared. So as a result, DJ wanted more and needed more from Bea than she was ready to give, so DJ ended the relationship. DJ doesn’t really have it in her to hold a grudge, so they’re on decent terms now, even if there’s still some awkwardness now and again.
Kate Hummel. Ex. Upon moving to NYC Kate was looking to land her first girlfriend, and DJ couldn’t help but notice Kate and her confidence. They didn’t really have too much in common with each other aside from general attraction, and went on a few dates, spent a lot of time kissing, but whenever things moved toward something more, Kate would get spooked, and eventually they mutually thought being just friends was their destiny.
April’s Showers. Cheerleader. DJ certainly has the athletic ability to be on the pitch and play alongside her friends, but given her past experiences with team sports she’s more than happy to stand on the sidelines, wear face paint and sometimes Quinn’s jersey, and cheer on the team.
EXTRA INFO
[ This is for the masterlist, but also a fun little way to get to know your character! ]
DJ / @djjeffries /description: 🌲i’m good with my hands 🛠️
Five latest tweets:
@djjeffries: someone on the opposing team thought @theyearofthestar and @aycarmencita were my kids today. #smolandtolproblems
@djjeffries: THIS IS NOT A DRILL FELIPES IS SELLING 2 FOR 1 TACOS OVER AT COLUMBUS CIRCLE
@djjeffries: still never over the fact that jbieber disrespected mama mary in that one acceptance speech.
@djjeffries: i spy with my little eye the alarm clock i’m gonna go throw across the room when it buzzes again.
@djjeffries: so i guess i build guitars now https://imgur.com/tFdtuOV.
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Focus on the Happy
The Flash (TV 2014)
Cee693
Summary: Iris tries to overcome one last obstacle before her big day and finds her grandmother to lean on when it doesn't go as planned.
~Random, unedited 12 a.m. ramblings from me being in my head about Grandma Esther deserving to see her granddaughter well and married without nazi aliens interrupting the festivities.
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Iris West was a woman on a mission.
She had spent the last month trying to come up with a classy, feasible seating arrangement for an entire cathedral.
She'd gone through hundreds of Pinterest boards, called three different wedding planners for consultations, and looked up more church interior design tutorials on YouTube than she'd ever thought she'd have to in her life.
But, two weeks to their big day, she still had nothing.
Iris was trying to find a way to get rid of the aisle running down the middle of the church, so that all of their guests would be sitting in one collective area, not split by affiliation to the bride and groom.
Every design Iris had looked up was either impossible for their big space or extremely messy.
"Iris, you've been at this for weeks now," Barry reprimanded when he'd found her sleeping on the kitchen counter one morning with a floor plan spread out in front of her.
"I don't think it's gonna work out the way you want it to. What's the problem with the way the church is right now anyway? I think it's beautiful the way it looks," Barry told her.
"It is beautiful, but it's not perfect," Iris said.
She hadn't told him why exactly she didn't want a traditional aisle for the wedding.
She hadn't told anyone.
She didn't want to make Barry feel a certain type of way.
Iris finally came clean to her father when he'd walked in on her sniffling over her wedding binder two days before the big day.
"I've been to enough weddings where people have tried to kill the whole 'pick a side' tradition to know that guests are gonna do it anyway," Iris confessed. "I just don't want Barry to feel bad when he looks at his side and sees he doesn't have a single family member there."
"Baby, Barry has an entire army of friends coming literally from all across the multiverse. He'll have his people there for him," Joe assured her.
"I know he has friends coming for him, but it's not the same, dad. He deserved to have some of his family there too," Iris cried. "Henry should be there. Nora should be there. He should have family who've known him all his life and who get to see the amazing man he became."
Joe couldn't argue with that. Barry did deserve that. Everyone did.
"Oh, baby," Joe comforted. "It'll be alright, I promise. You don't have to redesign an entire church for him. Saturday is going to be the happiest day of Barry's life. No matter who's there. I promise."
Iris didn't look entirely convinced to drop her quest so Joe said the one thing he knew would pull her right out of her funk.
"Grandma's plane should be landing soon."
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Besides Barry, Grandma Esther was the best part of Iris' childhood.
Iris vividly remembered the long summers she spent running around the countryside, picking wildflowers from her grandmother's garden, eating her fill of the most comforting comfort food on earth.
She remembered the hours she used to spend with her cousins out on the lake behind the house. Iris remembered exploring the woods alone and then she remembered when Barry joined right alongside her.
Grandma Esther had been the first member of the extended West family to welcome Barry into the family.
His first Christmas with them, she'd sent Barry a care package so heavy, he literally couldn’t wrap his arms around it.
She always made sure there was a place for him at every family function and she was quick to talk to her son whenever she saw him being a little too hard on Barry when he started his tales about what really happened to his mother.
It was no secret grandma Esther had a serious soft spot for Barry. Not that she'd be too quick to admit it, mind you.
"Look at you, Bartholomew," she smiled, reaching up to pat Barry's cheek after he gave her a hug at her terminal. "You get taller every time I see you."
In all his time with them, Grandma Esther never called Barry by his nickname.
She always said that, for her, the name Barry conjured up an image of a soulful jazz singer and not a tiny, green-eyed boy who tripped over himself rambling off science facts and who always tried to finesse Mac and cheese for breakfast.
"His momma named him Bartholomew, so I'm gonna call him Bartholomew," she'd said more times than Iris could count.
Barry never seemed to mind, though. She never said it in a reprimanding type of way. With her it was just his name.
He was always at ease when Esther was around. There was something just innately calming and comforting about her.
"How was your flight?" Barry inquired as he grabbed her bags and led her to Iris' car.
She didn't know about his... abilities. They all thought it would be easier on her if she didn't.
"It was alright," she said. "Would've been a lot better if they'd offered me a glass of wine."
Barry laughed.
He'd definitely missed her.
The two spent the short cat ride to the apartment catching up and going over the pre-wedding schedule for the next few days.
A few of Iris' cousins who'd driven down earlier were already at the apartment with Iris waiting for their grandmother to join them for dinner.
When Grandma Esther entered the loft, she was greeted by the usual big swell of affection and greetings, the most coming from Iris who hadn't seen her grandmother in ages.
When Iris excitedly hurried away to put the final touches on the dining room table, Grandma Esther pulled Barry aside. "I wanted to give you something before all the madness of the wedding picked up," she said lowly.
She carefully unwrapped the small package in her hand and revealed a beautiful, teal silk fabric.
"This was Iris' grandfather's favorite pocket square," Grandma Esther revealed wistfully. She ran a gentle hand over it before handing it to him carefully.
"There's no rule that the groom can't get something old or something blue," Grandma Esther said matter-of-factly.
"Thank you!" Barry smiled, touched by the gesture. "This means a lot, really."
Barry had never met Iris' grandfather, but if he searched his memory hard enough to before they'd become friends, he could remember catching glimpses of a jovial, gray-haired man who used to shoot the breeze with the custodians and crossing guards while he waited for Iris in the school yard.
Between all the fond stories from Joe and Grandma Esther herself, Barry knew how loved the West family patriarch had been.
And he knew what it meant for Esther to give away one of her late husband's keepsakes.
"You're very welcome," Grandma Esther patted his cheek affectionately.
"Now where's dinner?" she asked all of a sudden, switching right back to the no nonsense tone she was so known for.
She pulled Barry towards the kitchen. "Iris told me you cooked one of my recipes for tonight yourself."
"It'd be very uncouth of you to give me food poisoning right before my grandbaby's wedding, Bartholomew," she warned over her shoulder.
Barry blushed deeply when a few of Iris' cousins started to laugh and he quickly hustled after her.
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Their wedding arrived on the heels of days filled with laughter and joy.
Iris' family was huge. And they were as close-knit as they come.
Barry fell into his usual pace of just trying to keep up with all of them and Iris tried to soak up every moment she could with aunts, uncles, cousins and her beloved grandmother.
Iris didn't bring up the seating arrangements again.
She knew it just couldn't be done.
She was so happy to be surrounded by her family, but there was a tiny part of her that kept getting beaten down every time she remembered Barry couldn’t have the same.
She was thinking about that as she put the final touches on her dress while she waited for the cue the ceremony was going to start.
"In all my years, I have never seen a more beautiful bride."
Iris got a little misty-eyed when she turned and saw her grandmother standing by the door, a hand over her heart.
She felt her heart swell with affection. It always did when her grandma was around.
Iris knew she owed so much of this moment to her.
If there was any ounce of courage or an indomitable will in Iris, it all came from the woman standing before her.
"I doubt I come close to you," Iris returned.
Grandma Esther guffawed and waved Iris off.
"Your daddy told me what's been bothering you," Grandma Esther revealed quietly.
Iris sighed. Of course her grandma knew exactly what she was thinking about.
"I know it may seem silly in the scheme of things, but it's something that meant a lot to me," she shrugged. "I just wanted everything to be perfect for him."
Grandma Esther chuckled, breathless. "I hope you didn't forget that the first time I met Bartholomew was at your third grade Christmas show for all the families. And that he was on stage, wearing a glitter tutu, the two of you prancing across stage as if you didn't have a care in the world," Grandma Esther reminded her.
Iris gasped and laughed. "Ohh. I haven't thought about that show in years," Iris told her.
Grandma Esther laughed too, shaking her head at the memory. "And when I pulled you aside after and asked why the teachers made that poor boy dress up in a tutu knowing how cruel kids could be, you remember what you told me?"
"Hannah D'Agostino had broken out in chicken pox literally ten minutes before we were supposed to go on," Iris recounted dreamily. "And without her as my partner I would've had to sing with the choir in the back so that I wasn't dancing alone."
"And you'd cried until Bartholomew stepped up and convinced the teachers to let him dance with you cause you'd worked so hard to get all the steps perfect," Grandma Esther finished.
"Barry had let me do the dance for him so many times at recess, he'd memorized it too," Iris grinned. “They said he didn’t have to wear a tutu, but he put one on over his suit because he wanted us to match."
"And you know no one ever laughed at him for it. I mean Barry was teased in school, of course, but not for that," Iris told her. "He was never teased for that."
"Because he was happy doing it," Grandma Esther said firmly. "Anyone and everyone could see Bartholomew was happy because he'd made you happy. He's always happiest when he's making you happy. So focus on the happy, baby. Not the pain of the past. It'll steal your joy every time."
Iris nodded tearfully.
She knew everything her grandma said about Barry was true.
Iris lived it every day.
And in her mind, she caught a glimpse of Henry and Nora in the audience that day, their eyebrows furrowed in pure confusion and surprise, their mouths holding such wide grins.
They’d cheered and whistled the loudest when Barry and Iris took their bows.
Iris dove into her grandmother's arms, praying that she could somehow feel all of the love and gratitude Iris couldn't put into words.
Esther kissed her cheek before pulling back and looking at her, Iris swore she could.
"Now on to more important matters," Grandma Esther wiped Iris' eyes and settled into a nearby chair. "About that honeymoon..."
And Iris West spent her last few minutes as a single woman sputtering indignantly and trying to cool her burning hot face as her 83 year old grandmother told her things that would make Cosmo magazine wither with blush.
And later, during the ceremony when Iris found the will to pull her eyes away from Barry's long enough to take in the sight around her, she saw her grandmother sitting front and center on the right side of the church.
Her back was straightened with pride and her eyes shined with joy and love.
And Iris felt herself blown away, for the thousandth time in her life, by her grandmother's heart.
"Thank you so much, grandma," Iris said as she hugged her tightly during the reception. "You didn't have to do that."
Grandma Esther waved off Iris' gratitude.
"I mean it," Iris insisted. "And even though he wasn't dwelling on that today, it meant the world to Barry that you sat for him."
During her dress change, Linda told Iris Barry had interrupted his walk to the alter and hugged Grandma Esther tight when he saw her sitting there.
"Sweet pea, Bartholomew is as much our family as you and Wally are," Esther said sincerely. "He's been right there with you and your daddy for every family reunion, every barbecue, every christening, every graduation, every wedding in the last 18 years. Hell, I've gotten more just-because-I-felt-like-it calls and emails from him over the years than most of your cousins. And some of your aunts and uncles if I'm being honest. When he was in high school, he used to come up every fall at first frost and chop firewood for me. You remember that? Used to pile it so high, I couldn't reach the top without a stepper. He's done that most winters since. He treats you better than I could’ve ever asked of him. And he's never once complained about my chicken," Grandma Esther finished, peering at Iris knowingly.
"So you don't have to thank me for anything. I was just doing what family does best. Making a happy moment even happier," Grandma Esther winked.
She patted Iris' arm and stood. "Now you'll have to excuse me, I want to share a dance with your husband. You know Grandma didn't get this dolled-up and put on this extra special dress just to hide off in the corner all night."
She gave Iris a slow twirl, showing of her shimmering blue dress before she shuffled off in search of a dance partner.
"Ayesha just told me your grandma spiked the lemonade earlier," Barry informed her when Iris made her way back to their table.
"There's a champagne fountain not even a two feet away!" Iris exclaimed in disbelief.
Barry laughed and shrugged, at a loss as well.
Iris shook her head and chuckled under her breath. "Never a dull moment with her."
They both looked out on the dance floor and took a mental picture of the sheer perfection of the moment.
"I still can't believe we're married," Barry admitted, somewhat dazed.
"Is it everything you dreamed of?" Iris teased, nudging his hip with hers.
Barry grinned bashfully.
During the last few months, as they brainstormed and discussed venues and cakes and such, it became very obvious to Iris that Barry had been low-key planning their wedding for years.
Not that he even denied it when she finally asked him.
Barry looked around at all the people in the big hall. And he thought about the bonds he shared with all of them- some old, some new. Some small, some made of stone.
"I never thought I'd have so much of my family here me today," Barry revealed honestly. Iris sighed in relief and swallowed the lump in her throat. She kissed the back of his hand "And you know it's all because of you."
Iris furrowed her brow. "I didn't do anything," she reminded him.
"It all started because of you," Barry told her sincerly. "After my mom died, there wouldn't have been a single moment in my life that could've led me to this moment if it hadn't been for you."
Iris started to disagree, so Barry pulled her close, kissing her so sweetly and softly, she forgot what they'd been talking about.
Grandma Esther eventually did steal Barry on the dance floor, after she'd danced to her content with Cisco and Captain Singh of all people.
Barry towered a full foot over her and she kept cuffing him softly on the chest when his two left feet kept cutting in, but they were both smiling wide and they looked to be deep in conversation, like two old friends.
And watching them side by side, Iris realized for the first time that day that Grandma Esther's blue dress matched Barry's blue pocket square perfectly.
Notes:
Pretty sure it's cannon Grandma Esther is Iris' *great*grandmother, but in my head she's still alive and sprightly so she's her grandma here.
Thanks for reading!
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ORIGINS & FAMILY:
Name: marie suzanne williams (nee belanger)
Nickname: manon
Birthday: april 4
Age: thirty
Gender: female
Place of birth: saint-malo, france
Places lived since: [passing car]
Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations: blaise (63) and anna (60). blaise and anna have been a couple since the dawn of time and do everything together from running the family tour boat business to visiting the same bar every single saturday night where they sit at the same barstools every single time (next to each other, of course).
Number of siblings: two - an older brother, julien (38), and an older sister - lili (35)
Relationship with family: they're close but there's a bit of transatlantic distance that's a problem. she tries to talk to her parents at least once a week and talks to lili more frequently than julien but she’s okay with that.
Children of her own?: a son, sebastian. he's five and her absolute favorite person in the world (sry elijah).
PHYSICAL
Height: 5'7
Build: average and she swears she's hippier than she used to be ever since having sebastian.
Disabilities: n/a
Complexion: tanned all the time - manon is the worst about sunscreen.
Face shape: roundish
Distinguishing facial features: manon has a pretty animated face - she's expressive but she can also go cold real fast and has a stare that can kill a man when she's pissed.
Hair color: blonde
Usual hair style: long and wavy/messy.
Eye color: blue
Glasses? Contacts?: both
Style of dress/typical outfit(s): pretty casual mom gear but she likes to knock elijah on his ass when they manage to go out.
Typical style of shoes: anything she can chase after sebastian in.
Grooming: clean and showered always but she's not much for makeup or primping but again: she likes to knock elijah on his ass now and then.
Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: her wedding ring every day but not much otherwise. she has pierced ears and briefly had a pierced nose in her early twenties but that's long gone.
Accent?: french af
Athletic?: she goes for a run whenever sebastian is at school or a playdate.
INTELLECT
Level of education: secondary school but she skipped university - no one in her family ever went and she always had the boat business to work in. so she went until she was eighteen and started working and she's just fine with it.
Level of self esteem: pretty good but she can be sensitive about weird things
Gifts/talents: manon is a hell of a mom and she's proud of that. she works to make people feel wanted and welcome - warm. she's a warm person and tries to be generous. she's also got a million and one stories from traveling and working the boats and loves to tell them.
Shortcomings: manon is stubborn as an old goddamn mule.
Style of speech: english is absolutely her second language and while her accent isn't as thick as it used to be, she absolutely still has one and it's apparent. she can be a little tricky to understand at first but once you get the hang of it, it's not too hard to figure out what she's saying. and then there are the times she pretends to not understand english to avoid unwanted conversations.
Artistic?: she tries to be crafty with sebastian but it's hit or miss.
Mathematical?: not especially
Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: emotions
Neuroses: she's a little anxious about getting pregnant again and it's leading to her being a little more sensitive than usual about stuff and things.
Life philosophy: like just be good and do good okay?
Religious stance: catholic and a little superstitious about it - sebastian was baptized and even if she doesn't go every sunday, she'll still haul the whole gang in if there's something that needs praying over.
Cautious or daring?: daring.
Most sensitive about/vulnerable to: ohhhh it's a list. parenting and motherhood in general (she once mentioned that she had a glass of wine while pregnant and nearly got kicked out of mommy and me class), sebastian, elijah, the status of her tomatoes - manon is sensitive about a lot of random shit and gets emotional easily.
Optimist or pessimist?: optimist
Extrovert or introvert?: extrovert
Level of comfort with technology: comfortable enough
RELATIONSHIPS
Current marital/relationship status: hella married
Sexual orientation: heterosexual
Past relationships: a few when she was in school and while bopping around but she's been with elijah for a good long time.
Primary reason for being broken up with: not taking it seriously enough.
Primary reasons for breaking up with people: taking it too seriously.
A social person?: very.
Most comfortable around: elijah
Oldest friend: her sister lili
How does she think others perceive her?: manon doesn't particularly care as long as people like her and treat her nicely.
How do others actually perceive her?: generally pretty nice if a little air headed
VOCATION
Profession: stay at home mom
Past occupations: secretary for the family tour boat business
Attitude towards current job: it's the dream
Attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees: he's okay but she could do without the sass.
Salary: nah.
SECRETS
Phobias: the day sebastian wakes up and doesn't want to hang out with her anymore.
Life goals: as long as she lives a good life with elijah and raises sebastian right, she'll be happy.
Dreams: she'd really love to have more children.
Greatest fears: something happening to elijah or sebastian
Most ashamed of: sometimes the other moms make her feel like she should be more educated or brighter and she knows that it doesn't matter and /yet/.
Hobbies: mom stuff and gardening. she's also real good at swimming and sailing but those aren't really daily activities.
Secret skills: manon insists upon having a boating license wherever she lives, even if she doesn't have access to a boat. never know when you'll need it.
Past sexual transgressions: nah.
Crimes committed: nah
What she most wants to change about her current life: she'd really like to pregnant but that does not seem to be in the current cards.
What she most wants to change about her physical appearance: nah.
DETAILS/QUIRKS
Daily routine: up when sebastian is up, make breakfast (manon really likes cooking but especially breakfast), hang out with sebastian and do errands while he's at preschool, various stuff and things, family time, bedtime, hanging out with elijah after bedtime.
Night owl or early bird?: early bird
Light or heavy sleeper?: light
Favorite food: breakfast. manon loves american breakfast so damn much.
Favorite book: le petit prince - sebastian isn't quite old enough for it yet and she can't wait until he is.
Favorite movie: manon thinks stepbrothers is the single greatest film of our time. she likes comedies - anything too serious makes her antsy.
Favorite song: "landslide" by fleetwood mac
Coffee or tea?: coffee
Type of car she drives: a small suv - very momly.
Lefty or righty?: lefty
Favorite color: blue
Cusser?: yes but only in french - she figures it's better if sebastian repeats it and no one understands him than if she does it in english.
Smoker? Drinker? Drug user?: #winemom
Pets?: a doG!
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♬ Full Name: Dolores Jean “DJ” Jeffries
♪ FC: Odette Annable
♫ Alternate FCs: Allison Williams, Caitlin Stasey, Crystal Reed
♪ Age/Birthday: 30 / August 18, 1989
♫ Occupation: Carpenter and electrician for her family’s company, which she’s being groomed to eventually take over when her dad decides to retire. She also runs her own side business, DJ Designs, where she specializes in custom pieces.
♪ Hometown: Upper West Side, Manhattan
♫ Personality: agreeable, hardworking, loyal, mechanically-minded, reactionary, simple, and trusting
DJ was gifted with her names – Dolores Jean – by having the honor of being the first grandchild on either side of her parents’ families. As a result she thoroughly spoiled and dotted upon for the first few years of her life, and knows she still ranks as the favorite grandkid.
From the time she could step into her dad’s work boots and have enough strength to drag his tool belt, DJ would willingly follow her father to weekend work sites, and want to help out however she could. DJ’s mom wished her only daughter would take interest in other pursuits, but as DJ progressed through school and it was clear intelligence wasn’t in traditional academics, her dad was able to persuade her mom that DJ’s interest and talent for the work was not only good for her, but good for the family business. As a result, while still in high school DJ started working on the hours needed for her trade apprenticeships.
She’s been with her family’s company since, and knows the expectation is that she’ll eventually take over for her dad – just like her dad did for her granddad – whenever he decides to retire. DJ’s taken a few business courses as preparation, but the reality of it all scares her. She knows she’s good at her current job, but the weight of having to carry a whole company and what her family has built is nerve-racking, so she hopes her dad’s jokes about eyeing retirement soon are just that: jokes.
In her free time DJ’s working to grow her side-business, DJ Designs, which she runs out of her grandparents’ garage in Queens. She does custom woodwork and commissions for clients, and has created everything from tables and chairs, to bunkbeds and bed frames, cabinetry, and outdoor play sets. She also volunteers her time for Big Brothers Big Sisters, as well as youth sports leagues in her neighborhood. She got interested in the latter because of having horrible experiences with team sports while growing up. Given her size – DJ’s 6′5 – and natural athleticism, most of her youth coaches put a lot of pressure on her to do well and better than her teammates. Sports ended up stressing her out and making herself feel horrible whenever her team lost as she felt like she was solely responsible. Eventually her parents transitioned her to a swim team. While there was still a team element involved, most of the competition of individual-based, and DJ thrived. She still doesn’t personally participate in team sports to this day, but actively enjoys watching them and cheering on her friends.
Pets: Step-roomie-parent to Marley’s new kitten, Paul McCartney, though DJ calls him Mac.
♬ April’s Showers
Cheerleader. DJ certainly has the athletic ability to be on the pitch and play alongside her friends, but given her past experiences with team sports she’s more than happy to stand on the sidelines, wear face paint and sometimes Quinn’s jersey, and cheer on the team.
♪ Marley Rose
Roommate. After her breakup Marley was surfing couches while trying to figure out a permanent place to land. Noticing that Marley seems down and tired, DJ asks what was up one morning while grabbing her first coffee of the day, and in the end offers Marley the second bedroom in her apartment. Even though she’s lived on her own for a couple of years, DJ’s happy to have someone to share her space with, especially someone like Marley since she has a certain light about her.
♬ Quinn Fabray
Suds Bud. DJ has followed soccer for most of her young into adult life, so she definitely knew who Quinn was the moment she started frequenting ACup. DJ managed to gush only the first two times they met, and then they connected through a shared love of sports and athletics. Together they play fantasy football through her company’s league, and enjoy kicking back in front of a big screen at a bar or at each other’s homes, splitting a six pack and greasy food, and watching whatever sporting event is on the tube.
♪ Lacey Mikhailov
Faith Friend. Since DJ’s faith is such an important part of her life, she’s sought out others that are as equally enthusiastic and also identify as not straight. That’s how she and Lacey connected, and they’ve attended services at each other’s places of worship.
♬ Lola Alvarez
Faith Friend. DJ and Lola were familiar with each from ACup, and then they happened to catch each other at the same Holy Trinity service. DJ often lights a candle for Mimi, Lola’s mom, and they’ve attended special prayer services together.
♪ Bea Smith
Ex. DJ calls what she and Bea did as dating, even if Bea didn’t want to label what they shared. So as a result, DJ wanted more and needed more from Bea than she was ready to give, so DJ ended the relationship. DJ doesn’t really have it in her to hold a grudge, so they’re on decent terms now, even if there’s still some awkwardness now and again.
♬ Kate Hummel
Ex. Upon moving to NYC Kate was looking to land her first girlfriend, and DJ couldn’t help but notice Kate and her confidence. They didn’t really have too much in common with each other aside from general attraction, and went on a few dates, spent a lot of time kissing, but whenever things moved toward something more, Kate would get spooked, and eventually they mutually thought being just friends was their destiny.
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Have you ever eaten a Big Mac?
Yes.
Do you currently have a job?
No.
Are you engaged right now?
No.
How old will you be next Christmas?
23.
What brand is your vaccuum cleaner?
I’m not sure, actually.
How often do you shower?
Everyday.
How many surveys have you taken so far on here?
I don’t know like a thousand?
Could you win a staring contest with someone?
Yes.
Name the last video game you’ve played.
I don’t remember.
Have you ever watched “The Price is Right?”
Once.
Who is your best friend?
My boyfriend.
Do you believe in sex before marriage?
Yea I’ve done it.
What bothers you about the people of today?
How people overreact to EVEYRTHING. Not everything is offensive you just need to stop LOOKING for offensive shit in things that aren’t actually offensive.
Have you ever smoked marijuana?
’If you smoke marinara delete me”.
How high can you count without losing your place?
I don’t know it depends on how bored I get.
Where was your favorite hangout as a kid?
Friend’s houses.
Name one memory you miss.
Childhood. <--
What’s your favorite girl’s name?
I don’t know anymore.
Who are you currently living with?
A roommate.
Can you type fast?
Yeah.
What’s your favorite pizza topping?
Pepperoni or pineapple because YES pineapple DOES belong on pizza.
Do you feel like you need to lose weight?
Nope.
Is summer your favorite season?
Yes.
Which sport do you suck at the most?
Baseball or Football.
Are you close with your cousins?
Nope.
Are you good at rapping?
Nope.
How often do you go to church?
Literally never.
Do you feel like you’re judged for your looks?
Sometimes.
Are you a parent?
Noooo.
Do you wear glasses?
Nope.
Name someone who has changed your life for the better.
My boyfriend. It’s cliche to say but he’s the first person to actually say he’ll be there for me no matter what, and actually follow through. I haven’t felt this way about someone ever he shows that be loves me instead of just telling me.
Do taking tests make you nervous?
Sometimes it really depends on the test and if I’m good at the class or if it’ just one of those “see how much you know but this isn’t for marks” test.
What do you want as a career for the future?
I don’t know I kinda just wanna hide away in the forest in a cabin is that too much to ask?
Can you say the alphabet in more than one language?
I can’t say the whole alphabet but I can say some of it in French.
Who was the last person you talked to?
Roommate.
Do you fight with your parents a lot?
I fought with my dad A LOT. He was very emotionally abusive and wouldn’t talk to me for months on end over stupid little shit like me wanting to watch a t.v. show. I couldn’t tell him anything and I hid everything from him because I got in shit like for even having a boyfriend (at 17) I would get grounded for it. We fought more times than I can count and it’s horrible to say but I’m glad he’s dead.
I never fought with my mom she was cool and understanding and actually loved me. I miss her.
Do you and your friends have a secret handshake?
No but we did when we were in elementary school.
Do you eat three meals a day?
Sometimes.
What do you want out of life?
Happiness.
Do you ever tend to think too deeply?
All the time.
Name one world issue that upsets you.
I don’t know.
Do you ever feel like your friends are ditching you?
Nope.
Where’s the last fast food place you’ve eaten at?
McDonald’s.
Do you know anyone named Sue?
Nope.
Do you like Wendy’s frosties?
I don’t know never had one.
How long of a drive are you from California?
I don’t know how long it would take to drive from here to California I’m actually gonna Google that. 36 hours straight driving.
What time is it right now?
10:46AM.
Do you have to pee?
No.
What are you going to do after taking this survey?
Maybe take another one if I Can find one that I haven’t taken yet. If not I’ll just watching t.v. or something.
When’s the last time you’ve had a headache?
A couple days ago.
Do you ever get carsick?
Nope.
Name your favorite cartoon.
Mickey Mouse.
How long can you go without sleeping?
I don’t know like 2 days.
Do you groom your eyebrows?
Yes.
How do you feel about tanning?
I love tanning it’s fun to me. I only do natural tanning though because I love sitting outside and feeling the heat of the sun on my body.
Do you sleep in pajamas?
Sometimes like if it’s cold out. But if it’s hot out then I sleep in shorts.
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