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[Part IV]

The surprise is that no one knows whose wedding it is. There are paparazzi at the door, lining the sidewalks behind a police barrier, there’s buzz, and Brendon can hardly believe nothing’s been leaked yet, but they don’t know. It’s going to be huge. It’s going to be magnificent and shocking and the kind of show he’s always, always wanted to do, except.

Except he feels kind of sick to his stomach and achy all over.

Except Spencer’s hovering at the back of the church, watching wide-eyed as the florists rush around, Ryan and Adrian barking dueling orders at them, almost down to a catfight right in the middle of the aisle - which, hey, would be hilarious, and Brendon’s really hoping it’ll come to that - and he’s pale and shaky and not exactly what Brendon would call happy. Brendon really wants Spencer to be happy.

“I don’t actually want to get married,” Spencer says to the air, to anyone, to the plush red carpet. He sounds kind of desperate. No one seems to be paying any attention to him.

Except Brendon, of course, because Brendon always pays attention to Spencer, and he slips his hand into his, linking their fingers together. He whispers, “I want to meet your parents, Spence,” into his ear.

Spencer turns to look at him. “What?”

Brendon grins. “I’m not sure I want to get married, either.”

“Then what the fuck—”

Brendon leans up into him, presses their lips together. He backs off a little after a second and says, close to his mouth, “I want to meet your mom and dad. I want to kiss you on a park bench in the middle of June, and I want to hold your hand, like, every second of every day.”

Spencer swallows. “Brendon—”

Brendon kisses him again, longer, slower, with some tongue, even, until he feels Spencer loosen up against him, slide a hand along the back of Brendon’s neck. When he pulls away this time, he leans his forehead against Spencer’s shoulder. He sighs, he laughs a little, and says, “I want to walk out of this church right now—”

“Without the ponies?” Spencer asks, and Brendon can hear the smile in his voice.

“We’ll walk out together,” Brendon goes on, ignoring him, “and this won’t be our wedding anymore, and maybe, maybe one of those reporters out there will catch a glimpse of us and know, and that’s. That’s how I want us to be.”

“You’re a romantic,” Spencer says, but he’s breathless and his fingers are tight around Brendon’s.

“I want you to be happy, Spencer Smith,” Brendon says. He tilts his head, opens his eyes wide and juts his lower lip out, just the tiniest bit. “Be happy with me?”


With Charlie fit over his hip, Patrick knocks twice and then pokes his head through the door. Adrian’s in her slip, hair pulled up in a messy topknot, one shoe on and one shoe waving around in a vaguely threatening manner as she yells into her cell.

She spots Patrick and mouths ‘I’m going to kill Ryan.’

Patrick smiles. Ryan and Adrian haven’t been able to agree on anything, undermining each other at every opportunity. He finds that funnier than he probably should.

Charlie signs more and then mommy, because even though he’s just over a year old, he’s yet to say anything other than Da, toast, Hemmy, and no. He’s fully aware of what other words mean, knows exactly what you’re saying, but he’s stubbornly silent most of the time, using simple signs and nonsense noises to gain attention.

Adrian slaps her cell shut with a groan and presses the antenna into her forehead hard enough to leave a mark. “Everything is completely out of control,” she says.

“Exactly how Brendon wants it, then.” Charlie’s squirming now, ready to leap out of his arms, and he passes him to Adrian with a roll of his eyes. “You volunteered for this, you know,” Patrick reminds her. He’s still not sure why, except her eyes had lit up at the prospect, and until Ryan had stalked in, vetoing just about everything she’d already planned on and dressing pretty much the entire bridal party in green crushed velvet, she seemed to have been having fun.

“Hey, kiddo,” Adrian says, kissing Charlie’s cheek. “Don’t you look handsome?”

Charlie signs more again, with a little whine.

“There’s some Cheerios left in his bag,” Patrick says. “And your hair’s a little…” He trails off, because Adrian’s staring at him and it’s kind of scary. Especially since it looks like something got caught in her hair and died.

“What, Patrick? My hair’s what?”

Patrick rocks back on his heels, hands in his pockets. “Nothing.”

He smiles at her, though, because they’re a lot better, the two of them, since she’s stopped nagging him about Pete, and since Pete’s practically moved in with him, and since Patrick’s admitted that Adrian had been completely right all along, and is clearly ‘the goddess of all things romantic,’ and that Patrick was a ‘lowly peon, a brainless slave to his fruitless denial’ – there’d been a script, and the worst part was that he’d had to say it in front of her mom and Andy – and the teasing Adrian, the Adrian who bakes him pie and eats pints of ice cream with him, is back in Patrick’s life.

Only at a much smaller dose, because Pete’s kind of scarily possessive.

“Patrick,” Adrian says, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

Patrick blinks. “Yeah?”

She’s got her cell phone out again, and Patrick thinks, if the pitch is any indication, the loud, tinny voice on the other end is Ryan. “Patrick, this is important, okay? Do you know where Brendon and Spencer are?”


“So he calls me for, like, advice,” Joe says, taking a hit off the spliff he’s graciously sharing with William in the coat closet at the back of the church. “Advice from a successfully married man and all. Dude, I’m like. I had a three year anniversary last month. I’m totally old and wise.”

William – decked out in the same velvet sport jacket as Joe, with the addition of a circlet of gerber daisies on his head - is lounging against the wall in between a dark brown trench coat and the brass umbrella stand, legs stretched out in front of him. He smiles. “Joseph,” he says, “you give the world’s worst advice.”

“I know.” Joe laughs, because he gives fucking terrible advice. Everyone knows it, though, so it’s not like they can blame him. He’s totally not scared of Ryan Ross.

“S’long as I look pretty, though,” William says with a shrug. He finishes the joint, inhaling deep, then letting smoke curl out of his nose as he slips into an even more boneless sprawl. There are white and green ribbons tangling in his hair, spiraling down from his official flower girl headpiece and tumbling over his shoulders. He’s in charge of Charlie, too, the little ring bearer.

Joe’s not so sure smoking up was a good idea, when he remembers that. He’s probably the worst godfather ever. Worse even than that time he’d lost Hemmy for three days, only to find out that Patrick had taken him while he’d been hotboxing Pete’s bathroom. The problem, Joe figures, is that his wife is entirely too strict.

He pats William’s foot. “The prettiest,” he says. “Prettier than Spencer, even.”

William frowns at that, though, and murmurs, “Always a bridesmaid, never a bride.”

Joe isn’t going to touch that one.


“Our lovebirds are escaping,” Pete says, stepping out behind the church, watching Brendon and Spencer skulk across the parking lot. They’d gone out the front, apparently, which was surprising, but now they’re darting furtive glances towards the back of the chapel. Luckily, the doorway’s hidden in shadows from the bell tower and the late afternoon sun.

Gabe grins at Pete, a little evil around the edges. “Don’t worry,” he says as a car door slams in the distance. He waves a hand, fingers wiggling. “I disabled their ride.”

Pete nods, and there’s an attempt to start up an engine, the whir-whir-whir resulting in a weak thunk. “They’ll go for Ryan’s next,” he says idly, leaning back against the stone next to Gabe and crossing his arms.

“All taken care of.”

Gabe has many and varied talents, hidden depths of deception, so Pete doesn’t bother to ask what, specifically, he’s done to their cars - he hopes it’s something he can fix, but even if he can’t, Pete knows that wouldn’t have actually stopped Gabe from tampering with them. “You have a vested interest in this ceremony?” he asks, eyebrow arched.

Gabe shrugs. “Hey, true love and all, right?” His tone is only half mocking, since Gabe sometimes apparently likes to think he has a romantic soul. Pete’s pretty sure those are the times he sings about his basement.

Pete straightens up from the wall, tugs on his snazzy velvet jacket and clears his throat. “If you wanna collect them when they’re done trying to jack everyone’s cars?”

Gabe gives him a loose salute. “Sure thing, Pete.”

Pete is off to find his Patrick and his Charlie-bear, hoping to avoid all contact with the devil woman, whose innate evilness is apparently only exacerbated when forced into proximity with Ryan Ross, mandroid.

Pete thinks Patrick definitely had something to do with those two collaborating – although collaborating’s probably not quite the right term for it; the only thing they agreed on was that Pete wasn’t allowed to help, but, whatever - since Patrick occasionally holds these really awesome grudges, and there was that whole ‘Adrian is a queen among women’ speech, and Ryan still has the cookie-hiding incident to pay for.

Patrick can be sort of devious. It’s one of the things Pete loves best about him.


Ryan is only slightly worried when he can’t find Spencer. And by slightly, he means a really fucking lot. “Have you seen the grooms?” he asks Jon, because Jon is just standing there, grinning stupidly.

He scratches the back of his neck. “I think they left?”

“They left,” Ryan deadpans. He’s thinking of killing someone. He’s pretty sure he can get away with it; pin it on Adrian, maybe, who’s like a tiny screeching harpy. Or one of those half-man half-goats, with the hooves and horns and the horrible taste in fabric.

Jon grins wider and says, “Walked right out the front doors.”

“Of course.” There are times when Ryan wishes they all never met, that he’d stayed in Vegas, ended up a lounge singer on the Strip with big hair and bigger dreams. There are times when Ryan thinks that would’ve been awesome.

And then Jon does that thing that he does; that indescribable sparkling-eye thing that’s even more potent than his grin.

“Damn you, Jon Walker,” Ryan says, trying very hard to scowl. He shifts his weight onto his hip, tugs off his hobo gloves and tosses them onto the podium where the guestbook is open and waiting. He really likes their matching jackets, too, and now what’ll they do with them?

“I make you a better man,” Jon says mock-earnestly, clasping Ryan’s shoulder.

Ryan would argue that, except he’s pretty sure it’s true.


Brendon is giggling by the time they figure out that none of their cars are working, and that it’d be tricky lifting any other keys without getting caught.

Spencer thinks it’s kind of funny, too.

“You know what we have to do,” Brendon says, schooling his face into what he probably thinks is a sober expression, but really just makes him look constipated.

“I really don’t,” Spencer says, and then Brendon is tugging him back around the corner of the church, towards the front, and Spencer digs his heels in and says, “Oh, no way. Nuh-uh, Brendon. No.”

Brendon’s kind of strong for his size, though, and Spencer’s suddenly blinking at the press again, Brendon behind him, hands firm on his shoulders, grinning against the back of his neck.

He sing-songs, “My little pony, my little pony—”

Brendon,” Spencer hisses, because there is no way, no fucking way he’s escaping on one of the ponies Brendon hired for the day. There are three of them, sorrel and plump and big enough to hold them, really, except Spencer is not using them to run away from their wedding, oh my god.

They have pink and white ribbons in their manes, braided through their tails, and they. They glitter in the sun. They’re prancing, right there on the sidewalk.

“We’re little, we can share one,” Brendon murmurs, laughter in his voice. “It’ll be sweet.”

Spencer can feel his resolve weakening in the wake of Brendon’s Mischief Boy tone, the same damn endearing one that’d gotten Spencer to say yes to all this, this marriage, in the first place, but he still protests, “We can’t.”

“Ponies, Spencer Smith,” Brendon says, poking his side. “Ponies.”

Brendon and his fucking weird hoofed animal fetish.

People are yelling at them now, shouting their names, camera flashes are going off, and sooner or later Ryan’s gonna hear the commotion and come running out to slaughter them.

“You’re so going to pay for this,” Spencer mutters.

He takes Brendon’s hand, pulls him so they’re even in front of the first pony – “Sprinkles,” Brendon tells him, practically bouncing out of his shiny dress shoes – and the weird thing is, the really odd or maybe just appropriate thing is that this is all Spencer ever really wanted. Brendon’s hand in his, open and unafraid and happy, and the ponies are, like, his concession to Brendon.

If he thinks about it like that, it’s not so hard to grab the polished bridle crossing Sprinkles’ cheek, to smile over his shoulder and say, “You first.”


The day Brendon and Spencer didn't actually get married was the day Pete and Patrick started thinking about it.

Or, well, Pete started thinking about. Gabe sort of elbowed him in the ribs and laughed about what an awesome idea it was, and Pete sent Patrick this scary-ass grin, and Patrick could practically read his mind on that one.

Patrick had his doubts about how, “fucking fantastic it’ll be, seriously, Patrick, marriage,” because he’d already tried that once, and with the notable exception of Charlie, it hadn’t been all that successful. But maybe he was willing to let Pete try to convince him. Maybe he was willing to be convinced.


Alternate Gratuitous My Chemical Romance Ending


( 125 robots have taken off their pants — Take off your pants )
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Aug. 5th, 2007 12:21 am (UTC)
this was epic and i have no words to tell you how awesome this was. god, i just loved it.

Aug. 6th, 2007 05:00 pm (UTC)
*beams* thank you, hon!
Aug. 5th, 2007 01:12 am (UTC)
I. I love this with an absolute and utterly unholy love. Just. *flail*
Aug. 6th, 2007 05:00 pm (UTC)
*grins* thank you!
Aug. 5th, 2007 02:31 am (UTC)
Wow. WOW! This story is AWESOME! There is not a single thing that I did not love about it, except that it ended because I wanted more more more and god, I think you broke me with that scene when Brendon came out to his parents and Ryan, Spencer and Jon were lurking and they rescued him and Brendon didn't even seem surprised to see them and pretty much every part involving the baby was made of freaking WIN. I totally want Patrick to have a baby now. I just. Wow. I love this so much. I have to print this out to have forever and ever. Thank you, thank you, thank you for sharing this.
Aug. 6th, 2007 05:01 pm (UTC)
*beams* thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked this :)
Aug. 5th, 2007 03:00 am (UTC)
*draws pink sparkly hearts around this story*

I am FULL of love right now. FULL! And the Alternate MCR ending kills me dead!
Aug. 6th, 2007 05:02 pm (UTC)
*g* thanks, hon!

And the Alternate MCR ending kills me dead! I couldn't resist adding Bob, even though he makes no sense in the context of the story :)
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Aug. 6th, 2007 05:03 pm (UTC)
*g* thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed this!
Aug. 5th, 2007 04:11 am (UTC)
i really liked the sort of circular structure of the narrative, how it kept looping back around to tell more and more of the story. it was really effective and engaging. also? this is absolutely hilarious and adorable and wonderful and made of fifteen kinds of win. awesome!
Aug. 6th, 2007 05:04 pm (UTC)
*beams* thank you! The structure was really something completely new for me, so I'm so happy it worked for you!
Aug. 5th, 2007 04:25 am (UTC)
EEEEEEEEEEEE!! Oh man, oh man this was sublime.

To him, Spencer was the boy at the drums with the gorgeous smile who could lay out a joke so dry it wasn’t funny until Ryan laughed. Spencer was calm, cool, collected, and he had this practiced little blush, a soft-pink glow that defused over his cheeks and made him seem shy if you weren’t looking directly into his eyes.

Gah. Insane love. Insane. Love.
Aug. 6th, 2007 05:04 pm (UTC)
*beams* thank you so much!
Aug. 5th, 2007 06:58 am (UTC)
♥s you a lot. A LOT. As much as everyone else (except Cranky Pants Ryan) loves Charlie.
Aug. 6th, 2007 05:05 pm (UTC)
*g* thank you, hon!
Aug. 5th, 2007 07:53 am (UTC)
Dude. DUDE. There are not even words for how much I love this. I'm all exhausted and brain-slow so I'll have to read it again to fully enjoy it but even in this state I can tell you that everything about this reached into my chest and stole my heart. You did such an amazing job with the characters both on their own and in relation to each other. In fact, your way with characterization amazes me and makes me slightly jealous because it is made of yes.

I love that we never need to see Brendon's point of view in this because all of the layers are slowly and steadily peeled away through what he reveals to others. I love that everyone in this is family in the truest, most beautiful sense of the word. I love that you tackled so many different aspects of what it means to come out and that you didn't pull punches with Brendon's coming out to his parents (my heart ached but then Spencer said he loved him and it was all better and so worth it).

Just . . . God! I wish I could list every little thing about this that made me feel warm and fuzzy and good inside but I can't! You are awesome, okay? Awesome incarnate and I love you and I love this.

Aug. 6th, 2007 05:06 pm (UTC)
*blushes* oh, thank you, hon! You've made my week, I'm so glad you liked this so much :)
Aug. 5th, 2007 08:51 am (UTC)
Pete is off to find his Patrick and his Charlie-bear, hoping to avoid all contact with the devil woman, whose innate evilness is apparently only exacerbated when forced into proximity with Ryan Ross, mandroid.

oh god. for some reason, this line just makes me die.

but, anyway, i love you.

yeah. that's about all i have after finishing this. lots and lots of love. scary amounts, actually. please never stop.
Aug. 6th, 2007 05:07 pm (UTC)
*beams* thank you, hon!

Ryan Ross, mandroid just sort of rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? *laughs*
Aug. 5th, 2007 09:09 am (UTC)
I'm so in love with this story. It's sweet and fluffy, without being ove the top of sacharine. I love the repeating from different perspectives, and the way the story builds out from quite a thin core, so something really well fleshed out.
I really enjoyed this story and I'm sure it's one I'll reread more than a few times.
Aug. 6th, 2007 05:07 pm (UTC)
*grins* Thank you so much!
Aug. 5th, 2007 09:22 am (UTC)
EEE! This is funny and delightful with sharp little stabs of angst and PATRICK+CHARLIE+PETE=SLFJALSDJWOAIFSALSAKJ

And Brendon and his PONIES and his freaking out. Ryan and his bitch queen routine. OH MAN.

I don't even know what to say that wouldn't be inadequate to express my feelings.
Aug. 6th, 2007 05:08 pm (UTC)
*beams* thank you! I'm so happy you liked :) Brendon/Ponies is my new OTP *g*
Aug. 5th, 2007 12:25 pm (UTC)
Oh my god. I have no words. None. i adore every word and want to quote every damned line back at you. ADRIAN! I love Adrian so much and I love that Patrick wants her in his life and that she's scary like Ryan Ross. And Brendon and his ponies! And CHARLIE. And so many tiny perfect character lines, like: He had on brown leather driver’s gloves, because he was a giant tool. Seriously..

Because aaahahahhaha, yeah. Yeah, he is.
Aug. 6th, 2007 05:10 pm (UTC)
*blushes* thank you so much! I'm always wary about tossing in oc characters - even though I tend to do it often - so I'm so happy Adrian came out so nicely :)
Aug. 5th, 2007 03:29 pm (UTC)
OMG! I was gonna just quote back all my favorite parts, but that would have taken all damn day. So I just want to clutch this to my heart and cackle madly about them riding off into the sunset on a sparkly pony and I don't care how many pages it takes this is getting printed out for the train ride to Dragon*con!

My smile right now is insanely large :D
Aug. 6th, 2007 05:11 pm (UTC)
*beams* thank you, hon! When I got to the end of this, I was like, how can I make them ride off into the sunset on ponies without it being too cheesy? Hee.
Aug. 5th, 2007 05:00 pm (UTC)
So basically, I so in love with this fic that I can't even DESCRIBE how in love I am with this fic. It's kind of become my favorite thing ever. Seriously, this was SO AWESOME. It was original and and funny and touching and sweet and you are pretty much brilliant.

One of the best things about this, in my opinion, is how you portrayed not only relationships, but friendships as well. You know how if you have a best friend, and you get into a fight with that best friend, it's totally different than if you get into a fight with any old person, because with your best friend you know that no matter how pissed you are at each other right now, it'll all end up okay somehow because you are best friends and there is no way in hell you're throwing that away? That right there is Pete and Patrick, and that right there is what you have brilliantly, eloquently nailed in this fic.

I loved, loved, LOVED your characterization here. Especially Pete, with his "Patrick is MINE!" business. For example:

Patrick was his, Adrian had totally agreed – Pete might have forced it out of her, but that didn’t make it any less valid – and it was time Patrick just manned up and acknowledged that. Seriously. Patrick just couldn’t go around marrying other people, thinking it was perfectly fine and acceptable.


Patrick had this completely irrational and hilarious fear of giraffes, and if he was going to brave the zoo with anyone, it should’ve been Pete.

Just- that is so Pete, and you got it perfectly, and just, yes. And then there was Ryan, and I just loved Ryan in this fic, period. I mean, with stuff like this:

i kindof do, Ryan wrote back, and then sent a pic of his bare toes gripping a pencil, because he knew that freaked Pete the fuck out. They were like eagle talons or something. He could fish with those things.

I LAUGHED SO HARD. BEST EVER. And Dad!Patrick was pretty much the most adorable thing ever, and Charlie! Charlie was the cutest baby in the WORLD, and then there was BRENDON with the PURPLE UNICORNS and Gabe being a weird, crazy individual, and Joe, who thinks they should just get married and Adrian, Adrian was just made of awesome and man, I loved each and every person you wrote into this fic.

One of my favorite parts was this line:

Sent Patrick postcards from the Empire State building and the Staten Island ferry and St. Patrick’s Cathedral and a dozen other places they’d been to more times then he could count. None of them said ‘wish you were here,’ but he hoped the message was implied.

OH HEARTCLENCH. This line also had the same effect:

“I want to meet your mom and dad. I want to kiss you on a park bench in the middle of June, and I want to hold your hand, like, every second of every day.”

I kind of flailed a lot when I read that, and I don't even like Brendon/Spencer all that much, okay? But you are a genuis and made me love it here. And last of all:

He thought he spotted some underlined emphasis on the words kill and maim, and there was most definitely a stick figure with horns and a forked tail labeled Ryan Ross. It was holding a deformed orange triangle and a thought bubble above its head was filled with HAs.

I laughed SO HARD at this, and anytime Patrick got sugar cravings. Anything that happened in the cabin was pure gold. Anyways, this has gotten long enough, but this was awesome and I loved it forever and ever and ever the end. :D
Aug. 6th, 2007 05:12 pm (UTC)
*flails* Thank you so much for this awesome review! I can't properly express how happy you've made me, seriously, THANK YOU! I'm so very glad you liked this :)
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“You’re not courting me, are you?” Stiles says, slightly horrified, because oh god, he’s totally courting him, that’s thrilling and frightening at the same time, but then Derek’s ears flatten, so Stiles goes on, “No, no, of course not, that would be weird, you don’t know me, I don’t know you, courting would be so, so, uh, weird. This is totally the fever talking, and you are scary and angry all the time, and you probably just don’t want me dying on your land, getting my carcass all over the place—”

Derek presses his snout over the flat of Stiles’ skull. “Shut up,” he says.

- Hail to Whatever You Found in the Sunlight



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