#friday the 13th would be a great day for a vampire wedding though

[urca-stowaway]

sorry twitter I’m not sure we’re only a few chapters in

#dracula daily #I mean #I don’t expect a wedding but there’s already been plenty of unexpected things #friday the 13th would be a great day for a vampire wedding though

[maroonghoul]

Horror Movies I just Watched: Jan 2023

I’m back! Since I watch new horror movies all year long these days anyway, might as well continue this on a monthly basis. So I started off 2023 with these:

Noroi: the Curse  More of a mockumentary mixed with a found footage film. I feel the rules here are less defined then with the Ring or the Grudge, though maybe I just having trouble keeping up. While that can hurt the wide appeal, I think it helps the quality. It’s scarier if you don’t fully know how to avoid or escape Kagutaba. All this film does is give you point of views.

Alligator(1980) Animal attack movies feel weird to me for this. Yes, they’re structurally monster movies, that are, on paper, a lot more scary when the monster is actually real (Sure helped with Jaws’ effectiveness), but it’s that strange extra dose of realism that fails to engage me most of the time. I’m going in knowing this isn’t invincible agent of evil precisely. It’s no more immoral then the humans it eats or attacks because all it’s got is instincts.

For this film, it was never really scary. The big gator puppet was goofy whenever it was on screen. But I did enjoy whenever it was on screen, especially when it literally crashed that wedding. Kinda wished the female lead, who was his last owner all grown up, would realize it and had a moment with Ramon the gator. I don’t know WHAT that moment would be (An apology, a mercy kill, etc.), but otherwise, I felt that prologue is pointless. Big guy deserved at least to get out of Chicago.

Friday the 13th VI: Jason Lives The fourth film in this franchise I’ve seen and so far my favorite. Yeah, sadly not a hot take. This one or 4 is considered the best. But this gave more of what I want. Now a confirmed classic zombie, looks like Jason has enough energy to terrorize more then his camp, even if he always goes back there, leading to a wide variety of dead meat.

While Tommy this time is a unique protagonist for this franchise in that he already knows Jason is around (because it’s sorta his fault), I’m a bit annoyed he’s naïve enough to think the police would help. They gave him more difficulty then Jason. I guess that makes sense, since it’d be hard to justify him leaving anyone alive long enough for the climax. Points for getting a few car chases into the story though.

But otherwise, I enjoyed the Frankenstein inspired opening, the set up to the kills, the actual kills. It’s hard to pick a favorite, but I’ll think I go with the one that got him his new machete. The movie being funny without undercutting Jason’s threat level should be enough to make it a Slasher gold standard.

I actually saw it because a local theater was screening it 17 days ago. (Guess why?) and the audience was having a great time with it. I don’t blame them. Funny how a 37 year old dumb slasher movie made a more compelling argument to me the importance of movie theaters then either Avatar movie. Zing!

Black Sabbath Anthology film courtesy of Mario Bava and Boris Karloff! Nice!

The first segment: Well now I found what helped inspired Black Christmas, and in turn, Scream. It doesn’t handle the premise as terrifyingly as what came after it, but it’s nice and short.

The Second segment: Karloff playing a vampire (well, close enough to one) where he turns and breaks down his family one by one, leading to a downer ending? Works for me. Though it’s a pity the version I found dubs him over with an Italian voice actor. 

The Third segment: The corpse in this story is probably the first image that comes up when you do a google search for this movie. Moral of the story; whatever your financial woes or how good that ring looks, don’t steal from anything that looks like that!

Titane What’s really strange about this movie isn’t that our main character is a serial killer or that there’s a sentient car that knocks them up or that they spend most of the movie impersonating a man. What’s strange is that really except for the first act and the last ten minutes, this doesn’t feel like a horror movie at all. 

Most of the deaths happen early on (including one scene played for black comedy purposes) and the car doesn’t do anything beyond it’s sex scene. It doesn’t pull a Christine and come to protect it’s unborn baby. Sure, there’s body horror for the half human half machine fetus that literally tears Alexia’s body apart. But it’s surprisingly utilizes more metal then gore. Though, knowing what I could take, that’s probably a blessing. 

The rest plays almost like a wholesome LGBTIA+ drama about almost literal found family with firefighters. I guess it’s strangely nice it went this way when other movies go the more nihilistic route. Though now I want to watch more movies with firefighters all of a sudden.

#noroi: the curse #jason lives #alligator 1980 #titane #Black Sabbath

[pagesoflauren]

A Thousand Years (vampire!Jack x reader AU) - Chapter 19

Chapter 18 Masterlist

bit of a montage chapter :) it takes a village and then some to plan a wedding (~4k words)

Twelve Months to the Wedding

“We have a few dates available for the fall in the Great Hall and Conservatory,” the events coordinator says, flipping through his calendar book, “We have Friday, the 28th of September and Saturday, the 6th of October. There’s also,” he clicks his tongue, looking over the dates, “There’s also the following Friday and Saturday, the 12th and 13th respectively.”

“What do you think, love?” Jack asks Y/N, squeezing her hand.

“Well, October 13th is mum’s birthday, so let’s not take her day away. Do you have any preferences?”

“No, none.”

“In that case, I think we should go for the Saturday, so we’ll do October 6th.”

“Perfect,” he smiles, typing it into the computer, “And once you get a photographer, let us know so we can schedule engagement and save-the-date photos—those times all be easily available as I’m assuming you’d like to do them at night—if that’s what you’d like. Please call me”—he hands them a business card with his name on it—“if anything changes. We are so happy to host your ceremony for you here at Syon Park.”

“Thank you, thank you so much,” Y/N smiles, standing up and shaking his hand. Jack does the same, smiling widely at Y/N as they exit the office. Once they cross the threshold of the door, he immediately wraps his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around as he blindly kisses whatever patches of skin his lips land on.

“I’m so happy,” he smiles, “we’re getting married.”

“So, since you’ve done the rather modern tradition of giving her an engagement ring, are there any traditions from your time we should fulfill?” Y/N’s dad asks with a smile on his face. Y/N and Jack had driven back to her hometown to recruit some members of the wedding party, specifically Adrian.

“Well, as dowry, usually the woman’s family would give the man their best sheep.” “Unfortunately, we don’t have any sheep,” her dad laughs. “That’s alright,” Jack smiles, putting his arm around Y/N, “got everything I need, anyway.”

“Adrian,” Y/N smiles as he plays with his toy trains, “Uncle Jack and I have something really important to ask you.” “Yes,” the child simply states.

Y/N and Jack look at each other, confused on how he knew what to answer.

“Adrian, love,” she laughs, “What did you think we were going to ask?” “Mummy said Uncle Jack wants to marry you. You’re asking me if I like Uncle Jack and want him to be apart of the family.”

The couple laughs to each other as Adrian pauses play time, smiling up at them.

“Not quite what we were asking,” Jack chuckles, “I did ask your Auntie Y/N to marry me. Our wedding will be next year.”

Adrian’s head snaps up, eyes excited and bright, “I want to be a groom-man!”

“Oh, that’d be a really big responsibility, lad,” Jack replies, ruffling the boy’s hair. “I can do it! I can do it! I can do it, Uncle Jack, I promise!”

Jack looks at Y/N, who only shrugs.

“Hm, that sounds like a grand idea, but we’ve still not got a page boy…” he sighs, feigning disappointment.

Adrian looks thoughtful before he scampers out of the room. Jack can faintly make out the whispering between Adrian and his father before the boy comes running back in.

“Daddy says a good groom-man al-always steps up when he’s needed. I’ll be page boy.” “Alright, Adrian! Already such a wonderful groomsman for me,” Jack grins, opening his arms wide. Adrian happily jumps into his embrace before turning to kiss Y/N on the cheek.

Y/N’s parents looked suspiciously amused as they walked through the door after talking to Adrian.

“Mum, Dad,” she said, “What’s going on?” “Well, we said we don’t have a sheep, so your mum and I went out and bought one.” “Oh, oh no, sir, you didn’t have to—“

Her dad disappears into the living room before returning with a large, fluffy stuffed animal sheep.

“Here’s our best sheep.” “Oh, that’s even better,” Jack laughs. “Maybe it can be our something new,” Y/N laughs, “And you can be the something old.” “Oi!”

Ten Months to the Wedding

“I’m so excited,” Y/N gushes as she, Jack, her bridesmaids and her mum file into the elevator after confirming their appointment with reception.

A sales associate, Jamie, greets them as the door open, directing them to the table of pastries and selections of coffee and tea to grab and help themselves to as Y/N shops for a dress. While the guests have their refreshments, they pull the couple aside to ask some questions.

“So, what’s the budget?”

Jack is quick to answer before Y/N can get a word in, “There is none.”

Jamie’s eyebrows raise quizzically at the bride, who looks at her fiancé in shock. “You’re mad,” she comments.

“Now, now, now,” they speak, waving away the cloud of disagreement that appears around them, “so, he says no budget, you say there should be one. Why don’t we agree on a range?”

“Fifteen to twenty,” Jack offers. “Hundred?” Y/N asks. “No, thousand.” “Absolutely not!”

Jamie’s face scrunches up in slight discomfort. “Okay, how about ten to fifteen?”

“No, still too high. Eight to ten,” Y/N states, “Too low!” Jack cries. “I don’t care, Jack, you’re not spending over ten thousand pounds on a dress I’m only wearing once!” “Eight to twelve. Nothing lower than eight. If it’s higher than twelve, it’s fine.” “I’m not looking higher than twelve.”

Jamie interjects quickly, “Is this budget including shoes and a veil?”

“I don’t want a veil.” “I want you to have a veil. And, no, this is just the budget for the dress. Add bridal jewelry as well, and shoes too. Pull out all the stops. Go ham, as you say.” “Jack—“ “Please,” he implores, “I promise whatever you settle on I’ll pay for it all. Glass slippers, a veil with crystals sewn into it, whatever. If you’re gonna indulge anywhere, indulge here, we’ll figure things out from there.” “You’ve turned into Groomzilla already,” Y/N laughs, “You’re insane.” “Maybe so,” Jack shrugs, kissing her temple.

“So, we’re in agreements, eight to twelve for the dress, then we’ll also browse shoes, veils and jewelry?” Jamie asks, hoping the couple will happily agree so that they can get started.

Y/N huffs through her nose, “If that’s what I have to agree to in order to get him outta here so I can start trying on dresses, then yes.” “No, wait,” Jack starts. “Jack, it’s tradition for the groom to not see his bride in the dress until the ceremony!” “But can I just see you in one dress?” he bargains.

Y/N huffs, glancing at the audience composed of her bridesmaids, her mum and Jamie. “Go and pick one you want to see me in,” she answers, much to the astonishment of her audience.

Jack looks over the moon as he browses through the racks while everyone takes a seat and Y/N stands with Jamie, waiting for him to make a selection. He pulls off dresses and replaces them before he settles on an A-line ball gown. It’s stark white with little embellishments on the bodice. It’s simple and a good start; he hopes she’ll like it.

He hands the hanger over to Jamie and they lead Y/N down the hall to the dressing rooms. Jack takes a seat on the couch next to Y/N’s mum, who pats his knee as it shakes in anticipation.

A few minutes tick by before he sees her reflection in the big mirror of the salon, head whipping around to watch her walk the rest of the way to them. She steps onto the stage, illuminated by the lights pointed at her to perfectly show all aspects of the dress and her. She smiles pointedly at him as he looks at her as if he was seeing the sun for the first time: in awe, in adoration.

“Well, Mr. Groom,” Jamie smiles, “what do we think?” “She’s…she’s a vision,” he chokes out, tears falling down his cheeks. He catches her rolling her eyes. “You are!” he exclaims, “You are. You’re absolutely radiant.”

He stands up to hug her, holding her tightly between his arms as he cries happily.

“Can’t wait to see the one you pick.” “Well, you’ll be waiting a long time, because you’ve gotta go now,” she laughs. “Wait, wait, give us a twirl,” he requests, taking her hand to keep her steady as she spins on the small stage, the gems on the bodice glinting as they catch the light. “Okay,” he sighs, leaning down to kiss her, “I’ll go now. I’ll be in the lobby.”

Jack waves from the elevator, keeping the image of her in the dress and filing it away into his happy memories.

“Oh thank God,” Jamie gushes, “I thought he’d never leave!”

Laughter erupts from the group of women before Jamie brings them back to business, asking Y/N what she thinks of the dress.

“I like it, actually, it’s not too far-fetched from what I wanted,” she says, turning to look at herself from the mirror, “but it is a bit simplistic, so I think I want something a bit…more.” “A bit more what?” they ask, looking very thoughtful and analytic. “Just…more,” she laughs, gesturing broadly, “But not too much,” she quickly tacks on. “Still don’t wanna go too over-budget.” “Alright,” they laugh, “But we like this silhouette, we like this neck line?” “Yeah, I do, or, I actually don’t know how the bridal entourage feels…”

They share their opinions and for the most part agree that the dress needs a bit more, but is in a good ballpark.

“I guess Mr. Groom knew what he was doing after all,” Jamie laughs, helping Y/N off the stage, “let’s get you out of this dress and I’ll do some browsing with your entourage to find something.”

Y/N had tried on five dresses that weren’t quite hitting the mark, each one more beautiful than the other, though all of them lacked the “wow” factor that screamed “This is her as a bride.”

“Maybe,” Isabel, one of Y/N’s childhood friends, began, “I know he pulled a white dress and we’ve been pulling white dresses, but maybe we should look for something with a pop of color. He always talks about how you bring color into his life.” “That wouldn’t be a bad idea,” Lily shrugged. “And it wouldn’t have to be all a different color. Just a belt or some colored beading.” “What do you think, mum? I know you wanted me in a white dress,” Y/N asks. “I’m not paying for it,” she shrugs, “I just want it to be the dress you want to wear.” “What are we thinking?” Jamie asks as Y/N looks at her reflection again. Her head tilts as she mulls over the idea, though it gives her a perfect angle to spy a dress on a mannequin, exactly what her bridal party is suggesting: white fabric with deep pink embellishments. “I think I should try that one,” Y/N says, craning her neck to point to it.

Jamie and Y/N walk back to the dressing room where they help her into it, zipping it up in the back and fastening all the buttons. When she sees herself in the mirror, bingo, is all she thinks.

“I think it’s this one.”

They return back to the show room, eyes already fogging up at the sight of her. There’s sighs and exclamations of joy and excitement, tears streaming down cheeks and squeals.

“That’s it, that’s the one!” appears to be the general consensus, making Y/N smile. First try and she got it right.

“I’d like to see it with a veil,” her mum says, “and shoes. And that necklace over there.”

Everyone pitches in to help dress her up, her mum pinning a golden headpiece and a veil into her hair and draping it over her shoulders as her bridesmaids help her into a pair pf dark red satin shoes, decorated with gold leaves at the heel. Y/N protests at the addition of another necklace, wanting to keep Jack’s locket around her neck for the ceremony, though she allows them to add bracelets on both her wrists.

When Y/N looks in the mirror, she gets the “wow” factor and more.

“How do we feel?” Jamie asks, smiling widely as they stand next to her entourage. “I feel like a bride. I wanna marry him, like, right now.” “Right now?” “Yes, right now,” she giggles almost deliriously, feeling so giddy and excited.

“Well, unfortunately your ceremony is in October so you’ll have to wait a bit. In the mean time, why don’t we get you out of this and down to Mr. Groom so he can pay for this?”

Since getting into gardening, Jack had grown quite the green thumb, becoming a proper expert on flowers and color schemes. He insisted they didn’t need a florist right away because he could come up with his own flower arrangements, and he did.

“Okay,” Jack says proudly, setting three vases on the dining table between the pieces of paper strewn about as Y/N works on seating arrangements and guest lists. He had been working on the flowers and ribbons all day and he’s excited to see her reaction.

She looks up, looking at the flowers with an unreadable expression. “What?”

Not the reaction I was expecting, his thinks.

“Well, what do you think?” he asks eagerly. “They’re nice,” she shrugs, her focus quickly going back to the papers in front of her.

Jack breathes in slowly, gathering his thoughts. “Thank you,” he manages (she did compliment them after all), “Which one do you like best?” “I don’t know,” she says. “You haven’t even looked—“ “Well, you know what, I can’t look right now, Jack. It’s not a good time if it wasn’t obvious, which apparently I guess it’s not because we’re here talking about this.”

For once, Jack feels small, her tone reminiscent of an angry mother scolding her child.

“My mum is asking me to invite some stranger and his family to our wedding and I have to rearrange the tables so that they’re not misplaced but I can’t do it without displacing a bunch of other people. And then we have to pay for them, which is ridiculous because I don’t even know him and you want me to think about flower arrangements?” “I’m sorry—“ “I haven’t got time to think about these right now so just take the stupid things away.”

She immediately goes back to working, scratching over someone’s name with the pen and then writing down another name. Jack’s eyes drift to the floor, feeling a little embarrassed before he takes another deep breath and gathers the vases into his arms again.

“I’m sorry.”

He sets them onto the coffee table and goes upstairs, bringing the cats along with him to give Y/N the space she needs.

“Jack?” Y/N asks as she knocks on the bedroom door.

She nudges the door open and is quickly greeted by the cats, mewling and rubbing against her legs. She’s more concerned with the man sitting on the bed looking at her over the screen of his laptop.

“I-I’m sorry,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry, and I’m so ashamed that I treated you that way, it wasn’t fair. Mum’s just really frustrating me and I took it out on you but that wasn’t right. I love you, and the flowers are beautiful. I’m so sorry.”

Her pride crumbles at her feet, tears falling down her cheeks as she quickly wipes them away. Jack doesn’t say anything, focusing on the stone on her finger that catches the light as she wipes at her face. He closes his laptop and sets it on the bed, getting up and walking towards her to bring her into his chest.

“S’alright. I just ask you to talk to me next time this happens. I shouldn’t have pushed you and I should’ve gotten the message sooner.” “I was horrible to you.” “No one I’d rather have be horrible to me than you,” he jokes, trying to make light of the situation.

Y/N buries her face in his chest, holding him tightly as he presses kisses to her forehead.

She mumbles something into his shirt, the clothing muffling her words.

“What was that?” he asks, slightly leaning back to try to get a good look at her face.

She turns her face away from his chest, resting her cheek there.

“I like the white, yellow and pastel pink ones. With the dark red trim.”

Jack smiles as he places his hand under her jaw to tilt her face up so she can look at him. He gives her a sweet, chaste kiss, leaning his forehead against hers.

“Those are my favorite, too.”

Six Months to the Wedding

“Shall we go?” Y/N asks, looking out the window and finding the sun has set enough to end the Golden Hour, ushering in the Blue Hour. Some light still floods over the horizon, but not enough to hurt Jack.

“Yes, yes, I’ll just have them turn on the lights for us and we’ll head out,” the photographer, Helen, smiles.

Y/N glances into the mirror to make sure everything’s good, fluffing up her hair and checking to ensure her makeup still looks good. They had spent the better part of the late afternoon and early evening taking photos in the library of the house, lounging and doting on each other. Some photos she was sat in his lap as they read together, others she’d be sitting on an ottoman as Jack read over her shoulder.

For these sets of photos, they ventured outside to take photos on the lawn and by the fountain. Helen snapped pictures of Jack twirling his fiancee before pulling her in for a kiss, sitting on the edge of the fountain in front of the conservatory. There was also a set up of candelabras and lanterns around a picnic blanket where Y/N put her head in Jack’s lap or they laid next to each other, smiling sweetly like two teenagers in love.

Later, when they launched their wedding website, doing so while lazing together on the couch, it was filled with pictures of them: holding hands, Y/N twirling as Jack held her steady, smiling at each other as Jack carried her, reclined together on the picnic blanket in the buttery glow of the candelabras and lanterns.

“I’m so excited,” Jack hums, pressing a series of kisses onto her, “I’m never gonna get over it. We’re getting married.” “You’re probably going to say that in the middle of the ceremony,” she laughs, “I’ll look at you and you’ll just say that.” “It’ll never wear off.” “Talk to me when I’m older and we’re both bitter.” “No, no way. Fifty years will go by and I’ll still look at you like this.” “You’ll have to make that promise at our wedding in front of all our witnesses.” “I will. And I’ll keep it.”

Four Months to the Wedding

The couple sits across the desk from Nathan, the jeweler who made the engagement ring. It was time to pick their wedding bands, and Nathan pulled out all the stops, mostly to satisfy Jack’s request to do so.

“I think I’ll stick with the rose gold, so that it looks consistent,” she says as he nods. “Excellent choice. Now for you, Jack, may I suggest a yellow gold—“ “What, me?” Jack asks, “I get a wedding ring too?” “Well, yes,” Nathan replies, allowing a chuckle to escape, “it’s customary for the man and woman to both get a wedding band.” “Since when?”

Of course he’d ask that. He’s been around for almost two hundred years. Times have changed, and he’s tried to keep up as much as he could, but some things have slipped past his observations.

“I believe the early 1900s, sir.”

Jack’s completely elated at this news. When he was growing up, only the women got wedding rings. Now he gets to have one like Y/N.

“I want rose gold, too, then. Like my fiancée. My wife.”

She smiles at him with adoration, finding it so sweet he’d do that for her.

“Forgive me, sir, but rose gold isn’t very customary for the groom—“ “I want it. I want to match her,” he states, no ifs, ands or buts about it. He makes it clear that’s his final decision and nothing is going to change it.

Two Months to the Wedding

After opening presents and indulging in some cake, Y/N chatted amongst Jack’s great-great-great-great grandnieces and friends when she heard the door open and close.

“What are you all doing here? Women only!” “I miss her,” she hears him explain.

As much as she loves him, she rolls her eyes.

She straightens up from her relaxed position, resting the small of her back against the counter top. She adjusts the sash that said “Bride to Be” and walked into the hallway, finding her mum reprimanding her fiancé.

“It’s alright, mum,” she laughs. She waves to Ash and Garrett and greets her father before Jack sweeps her into his arms, pressing his lips to her cheek and keeping them there.

“You’re a sap,” she teases, scratching the short strands of hair on the back of his head.

Some of her guests look on and coo at the display of affection.

“Tonight you better stay out with them until 2. You’re not allowed in the house till then,” she says, poking into his chest. “I don’t know if I can go that long,” he pouts.

Ash and Garrett gag behind them and Y/N laughs. “Ash, there’s some cake in the kitchen, help yourself.” “YES!” he cheers, disappearing into the room. “I’ll go make sure he doesn’t inhale it,” Garrett laughs, following his boyfriend. “Come socialize,” she says, bringing him into the living room. “As long as your aunts don’t—“ “Jack!! How wonderful to see you darling!” “Ah, Aunt Sharon, how are you?”

He’s swept away from her, throwing a pained look over his shoulder as she giggles.

“I’ve got money saying he doesn’t last five minutes,” Y/N’s mum whispers.

Y/N laughs before quickly collecting herself so to not draw too much curiosity to the situation. “My money says he won’t last ten.”

They set the stakes as they giggle and Y/N spots Jack scowling at her. He heard the wager. She only shrugs and blows him a rather chastising kiss, which causes his resolve to crumble as he smiles sweetly at her.

“You’re lucky,” her mum whispers, “Not that many fiancés would crash a bridal shower just to see their love.” “Yeah, I am,” Y/N smiles at him.

I love you, she makes out the movement of his lips.

I love you, too, she replies, hand over her heart.

“2 AM,” she laughs, “That’s four hours. You can go that long.” “Do I have to?” “Yes,” the men chorus behind him. Thomas had flown out just for this and his great-great-great-great grandnephews (or his “cousins”) had driven down as well, all of them ready for a night out. “You’re one for tradition, aren’t you?” Y/N pinches his cheek, “This is a tradition.”

Jack groans before she silences him with a kiss.

“Be safe, okay?” she whispers. “I will.”

Thomas loudly clears his throat and Y/N takes that as her cue to let him go.

“Have fun, boys. Take care.”

Jack’s nose wrinkles at his cousins’ choice of venue for a bachelor party.

“A STRIP CLUB?” he shouts over the music, mortified. “Yeah, mate!” one of them cheers, “Tonight, you’re single!” “But I don’t wanna be single,” he mumbles. “At least drink,” Thomas laughs, “Come on. Haven’t bought you a drink in ages.”

Jack cringes in discomfort as the girls dance on stage, though his cousins are having the time of their lives. Ash and Garrett are rightfully disinterested and Thomas laughs at Jack’s scowl.

Jack drinks mostly to avoid getting kicked out of the club, which required a two drink minimum in order to watch.

“IT’S HIS BACHELOR PARTY!” his cousins yell, throwing a couple bills into his lap, piquing the interest of one dancer in particular. Jack gathers the bills quickly and throws them back to his cousins. He just wants to go home now.

He stumbles through the door, catching himself before he nose dives. The cats are startled, meowing and crying out as Jack shushes them. He hears his partner’s feet padding across the floor and down the stairs. The light switches on and he squints.

“Hey, darling,” she greets, kissing his cheek, “How was it?” “Oh, Y/N! They took me to a strip club! I promise I didn’t look!”

She laughs, easily seeing how drunk he is.

“Gosh, I let you go out for one night and this is what happens?” “I promise I’ll never go out without you again!” “Jack,” she laughs, “I’m only teasing. Did you at least have a good time with Thomas?” “I did! He”—hiccup—“He bought me drinks! And so did the other lads!” “I see,” she smiles, having had figured that out the minute he began speaking. “Shall we go to bed, hm?”

Jack nods enthusiastically, following her up the stairs as she switches off the light. Once in the bedroom, he strips and puts on a pair of pajama pants. When he jumps into bed, the force is enough to propel Y/N up a few inches, sending her into a fit of shocked giggles. They laugh together before falling into each others’ embrace, pressing kisses to the others’ face before Y/N dozes off and Jack looks on much like he did when he saw her in a wedding dress. He can’t wait to see the one she chose. October 6th just won’t come fast enough.

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