fandomhigh | Friendship is Always in Fashion, Thursday

Pinkie had spent ages today decorating the classroom to get the mood just right. There were fancy banners with stylized unicorn heads on the walls, golden columns topped with decorative hearts in the corners, and even a giant ice sculpture of a swan next to the door.

Pinkie herself was similarly decked out, wearing the dress Rarity had made her for the Grand Galloping Gala, and looking absolutely delighted to be there.

Because, well, one of the teachers should be, right?

And Derek, on the other hand, was just wearing a suit and tie for the occasion. No, he wasn't smiling. Don't get your hopes up, Pinkie Pie. His contribution to the decorations came in the form of nothing exploding glitter on the class. So. You're welcome, kids.

"Today you're learning about formalwear." Aaaaaaaaand, Derek?

That's alright, Derek, Pinkie was practically vibrating in anticipation and would gladly take up the explaining. "And haute couture!" she gleed. "Which is the fancy-pants way of saying an outfit is handmade and really fancy-pants!"

That was the technical definition, kids. I hope you're taking notes. Detailed notes.

Derek sighed, not about to correct the terminology. Because that meant more time talking to students than strictly necessary. "Suits for men, dresses for women. Sometimes suits for women. Just watch a red carpet sometime if you want to see more examples."

"And sometimes dresses for men, too," Pinkie noted, because hey, let's not leave anyone out here, Derek! "Like that purple sparkly one I found for you that would have really shown off your cheekbones."

Why did Derek submit himself to this class every week? Oh right. Because his life was pain. "I have a suit," he ground out. "I'm not wearing a dress."

No matter how flattering it looked with his shoulder to waist ratio.

"You're such a party pooper," Pinkie said, somehow managing to make it sound both sad and fond at the same time. "Anyway, kids, it's time to get your swank on!" Wait, their what? "We've got lots of dresses and suits of all sorts for everypony! Feel free to mix and match. That's where the real fashion comes from."

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"Um, I watched it. It's never leaving my Tivo, actually," Megan told him. "I wrote so much twenty years fanfic..."

"I don't know what that is." WAS IT BAD? OH GOD.

"Well, since the show didn't show us how you got to be with Stiles in twenty years, I just filled in the blanks," Megan said. So yes, it was bad. Also she didn't actually know how gay sex worked so none of her characters used lube ever. "So like, I told the story of your first date and how Clint tried to tear you two apart, and oh god, the failed mpreg experiment was like a personal achievement for me."

"..."

He couldn't even form words. Congratulations!

"Mpreg?" NO, DEREK. NO.

"Male pregnancy!"

"..." Derek was just going to back away toward the door.

"Oh, don't go!" Megan pleaded. "You were the one trying to get Stiles pregnant!"

And now he was running. So. There was that.

That was now a thing.

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