Jackunzel Drabbles (The Original)

Marriage For Cowards

“I can’t do this.”

“Yes, ya can.”

“Nope. Nope. Im staying home.”

“Oh no yer not!”

The feisty red head grabbed the man’s untucked button up, pulling him back from the door. They had been friends for years and in no way, shape or form, was she going to allow him to chicken out on something that will change his life for the better.

Merida had seen him at his worst. She was there when he lost his mother and sister in a car crash, she was there when he started drinking and getting into trouble. She was the one who bailed him out of jail, pulled him together for a job interview, chased away the nightmares, and pulled him out of the darkness of his own head. They had been best friends for years so when he met Rapunzel is was like watching someone drowning finally grab onto a life boat. He was a better person because of her. He had maintained his job and started his EMT training. He hasn’t drank in four years and has been a model citizen, all for her. It was like watching her brother finally become what he was meant to.

“Mer, what if it’s wrong? What if she’s not ready? What if I ruin everything?” he said, pacing the floor, running his hand through his white hair. She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest,

“As of taeday ya have been datin’ fer five yeers. I think its safe tae say yer gonna get hitched at one point.” She reasoned.

He looked at the red head in his living room, his tie felt tight and his nerves were fried. He wanted nothing more than to go back into his bedroom and crawl into the closet. He thought it would be a good idea to finally pop the question to Rapunzel this year. It was their anniversary and, while he wasn’t a very extravagant guy, he did get reservations at her favorite restaurant and told Hiccup to take her out for the day so he could decorate their apartment with roses and candles. And now he was freaking out.

“I can do this.” He said to himself, though sounded very unconvincing.

“And if ya chicken out there’s a bouttle of whiskey in tha cupboard.” She smirked.

Jack gave her a glare as he loosened his tie a bit. He hated ties.

‘I love when you dress up for me! You always look so dashing, like a secret agent or a super hero!’   

Rapunzel had told him that when he got a tux for her friend’s wedding a couple years ago. He hated the thing, preferred jeans and a t-shirt more than anything. But when she looked at him it was like he was the most perfect man she had ever seen. She was in awe of him and he felt like he could take on the world. Ever since then he always tried to dress up a bit for her when they went out to nice places. Sometimes they would stay in and play video games in their pajamas when they didn’t have work. They would eat ice cream, make love, take baths, just enjoy each other’s company. She told him those days were her favorite and would give up every expensive dinner for them.

God, he loved her so much it hurt.

“I can do this.” He said, his resolve set and his eyes on the door.

—-

“Jack are you okay?” Rapunzel asked, raising an eyebrow at her boyfriend.

She had watched him fidget in his seat for the last twenty minutes. He kept pushing his food around and looking up at her with a blush. It was like their first date all over again. She giggled at the thought and watched as his eyes met hers. He gave her a small smile.