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snickerl · 7 years ago

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The Birds and the Bees Through the Years

Alternative X-Files universe where Scully is allowed to raise both of her children, telling them how babies are made at different stages in their lives.

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CHAPTER 3/? - GLASS BOWL

"What's up, Will? Did you have a good day at school?"

It's always the same question he gets asked when he returns home. Either by his mom or by his dad, depending on who sees him first. Sometimes his parents are both away on a case and his grandma takes care of him. She doesn't ask him this annoying question he doesn't want to answer. He doesn't want to talk about school as soon as he leaves the building. His grandma understands, his parents always want to know. William thinks that might be the difference between parents and grandparents, the former want to educate and raise you and make you a better person, the latter just want to spoil and love you. His parents love him too, William knows. Still, his only answer to his mother's question is a non-committal, "hmpf."

"What's that supposed to mean? Mind talking to your mother in whole sentences?" She isn't letting him off the hook, and actually today there is something the boy would like to share.

"Jimmy is such a liar, mom!"

Jimmy is his friend since kindergarten, but from time to time they argue about something and today is one of those days. William's still confused about what came up in school today.

"He said his parents made him in a glass bowl and that's why he's so bright and gets A's in maths all the time."

Scully looks up from the kitchen sink where she's been doing the dishes. "Oh? You've gotten your maths results today?"

"Yup."

"And what have you got?"

"B+," the boy huffs, signaling he's not happy about it.

"That's perfectly fine, Will. Congratulation."

Scully hates it when her son is never satisfied with his accolades. Ambition is a good thing, so is stamina and will-power, but he's also just a kid who should enjoy life. Scully remembers her own ride through school all the way until graduating from medical school. She spent too much time with her nose in her books and too little out with her friends. It had earned her the best grades but her social life had fallen a bit by the wayside. It had become a recurring pattern in her life. For a long time, her job had played the most important part she sacrificed family dinners and free weekends for. Even a date once in a while. Her priorities hadn't shifted until she became a mother. First, of a three-year-old girl she adopted and then, three years later, of a baby boy who turned eight last month and is upset about something she hasn't got a clue of yet.

"But Jimmy got an A."

"I don't care what your friends get and neither should you. You've had problems with that particular topic." Text problems, of all kind. The child that was able to read at the age of four had difficulties solving maths text problems. Scully believed it had something to do with compartmentalizing. For William, reading didn't have anything to do with maths. He read the text but just didn't see the maths behind it. It had taken quite a few private lessons until he understood how to approach the task. "But that didn't keep you from making an effort. You studied hard and you are redeemed with a very good grade. You don't have to be perfect, honey, or the best of your class. We love you no matter what grade you're bringing home. And I bet Jimmy's parents tell him just the same."

"But he still is a liar."

"In what sense a liar?"

"Because he brags about being made in a laboratory. He says he's some kind of superhuman because a scientist created him in a glass bowl. But babies are made in the bedroom by their moms and dads when they like each other very much, right?"

Scully clears her throat before she answers. She feels they are approaching difficult territory. "You're right, William, most babies are made when their parents make love to each other in bed, but not all of them. Jimmy might have told you the truth, it's possible he was conceived by artificial insemination."

"Artificial what?"

"Insemination. It means the mother's egg and father's sperm are brought together outside the woman's body."

"In a glass bowl?"

"Well, it's called a petri dish, but yes, it's more or less a glass bowl, rather a small, shallow saucer. The procedure is also called in-vitro fertilization. In vitro is Latin and means within a glass, observable in a test tube or any kind of artificial environment."

"And it's done to make smarter babies?"

"No, it's done when a couple wants to have children but can't the natural way. In the bedroom." She clears her throat again. Talking to her children about the birds and the bees has never been easy for her. Making it sound like a lesson in biology class is her MO most of the time.

"Oh."

"It's a demanding procedure. It puts the future parents under a lot of stress, especially the mothers, but also the fathers. It's not much fun. And it costs quite a bit of money. Only couples that have tried for a baby without success for a long time would try in-vitro."

"Hmmm."

William lets the information sink in. His mother is always good at explaining those things to him. It's so much easier to ask her than to look it up in a book. She seems to be a resource for any kind of topic. "How come you know so much about everything, mom? Even about this in-vitro stuff," he marvels.

"I'm a medical doctor, remember?"

"But you examine corpses to find out why they died, you don't create babies."

He has a point, Scully has to admit. She works on the opposite side of the spectrum. She doesn't deal with the creation of life but with its termination. Some of her classmates at medical school chose to specialize in gynecology exactly for that reason, to be working in a medical field that entailed joy and health and not mainly sorrow and illness. She deals not only with illness but with murder, crime, and death. She's being called when the worst things have happened and nothing she can do will help the victims, their families, and friends. All she can do is help find the offenders and bring them to justice.

Scully struggles a bit with what she should reply, then decides her son is old enough to understand. "I have first-hand experience, Will."

"What? I'm also a test tube baby?"

"No," she hurries to erase that thought from his mind, "no, you're not."

"Emily?"

"Daddy and I adopted Emily, remember? You know she came to live with us when she was three years old." It's only half the truth, but Emily hasn't been told the story of her genesis yet, and she can't learn from her little brother. Mulder and Scully have been procrastinating the conversation with their daughter so far, waiting for the right moment. The moment just never seems right.

"Ah, right. So where does your first-hand experience come from then, mom?"

Eagerness for knowledge. It characterizes every child, but William in particular. He drinks in information like a sponge. Scully sighs barely audible. Now that she has started, she has to finish.

"I was once told that I couldn't have children. Doctors call it barren or infertile. I suffered from a condition that prevented for me to conceive a baby naturally."

"In the bedroom. With daddy."

"Um...yes."

"What condition?"

Tenacity, thy name is William. Scully puts her thoughts into an order for a moment, tries to think of the right words to explain it to an eight-year-old.

"A woman's body usually contains enough eggs to provide one every month to get inseminated by a man's sperm. If this happens, the egg starts dividing and settles down in the uterus. The woman is pregnant. The baby grows and nine months later it's born. My condition was called Premature Ovarian Failure which means that there were no eggs in my ovaries, and without an egg, there couldn't be a baby."

Thank God for science. As long as Scully can quote from one of her textbooks, even if it's one explaining the wonder of propagation to children, she's on a secure footing. She once read in a guidebook for parents that it's important to respect the child's natural curiosity without being judgmental, that if she avoids these talks, her children won't learn her values about sex, but will develop their own from what they hear from friends and the media. And she doesn't want that to happen. From a psychology professor, she heard that the most important thing is for a parent to explain the difficult topic without seeming anxious, that the child picks up the melody line, not the exact words. Both children have come to her in mysterious, inexplicable ways but she doesn't want either of them to believe they were an anomaly or some kind of freak.

"But mom, where is the baby daddy and you made in this...uh, what is the bowl called again?"

Answer the questions as they come, that's what the guidebook also said. Don't overload a child with information but don't try to steer the conversation elsewhere either. Scully wants to be an 'ask-able' parent, doesn't want her children to think the topic is a taboo in their family.

"Petri dish. There is no guarantee the procedure works, actually it fails more often than it is successful. We tried twice but it didn't take it. We don't have any other children besides Emily and you."

"Okay, but how come I exist then? If dad and you couldn't make babies in the bedroom neither in a petri dish?"

Once again, William's quick thinking mind, his wit and ability to always see the bigger picture surprises Scully, in a pleasant way.

"You, my son, are a miracle," she whispers in an uneven voice, stroking his hair lovingly.

To this day, Scully is still clueless how it had been possible for her to become pregnant. The only logical explanation would be that they hadn't been thorough enough when they took the ova from her. Somewhere in her ovarian tubes there had to be an egg hiding from the insidious harvesters, waiting for the right moment to make its voyage one fine day to join up with a sperm, Mulder's sperm. When she calculates back from the day William was born, she must have conceived him during one of their first times in bed. What a lucky stroke of fate. It seems that at least once in their lives the stars had aligned and fate had been on their side.

A pair of cerulean blue eyes just like her own stare at her, spanned by the cutest wrinkled forehead Scully has ever seen, for the boy tries hard to throw his mother an appraising look. The only thing missing is that he quirks his left eyebrow, and when he does, Scully almost laughs at the smaller version of herself. Are gestures and facial expressions hereditary or has she looked at him like this so often that he imitates her subconsciously?

Don't overload your child with information, rings in the back of Scully's head, another advice from one of the brochures she'd been reading about parenting when she became a mother. Going into detail about how science failed to provide an explanation for a natural conception would overwhelm the boy for sure.

"You are a miracle because you came to us at a moment of our lives we'd almost lost hope that something really good would ever happen to us. We had already accepted that Em would never get a little brother or sister, and suddenly, totally unexpected, you announced yourself. It was so out of the question that I could be expecting a baby that your father and I misinterpreted the first signs as symptoms of a serious illness. I didn't believe the doctor when he congratulated me on being pregnant. I truly thought he was making a joke."

"That would have been very mean of the doctor. I bet you were sad that you couldn't have children and playing a prank would've have been really nasty."

William is not only smart but also remarkably sensitive for a boy his age. In such moments, Scully sees the young Mulder in him, Mulder at a time he was still called Fox. An attentive, empathic, and caring boy and protective older brother to his sister Samantha.

"Yes, definitely. But he wasn't mean, he was being very nice actually."

"So, I'm not a test tube baby. I'm a completely normal child."

"Yes, you are."

"Normal is okay."

"More than okay."

"Even if I don't get A's?"

"Your school grades have nothing to do with what you're worth as a person, Will. I want you to remember that well. What really defines a person is their compassion, their ability to truly love another human being, to give instead of taking. When you think about yourself, I want you to pay attention to how you interact with others, with your friends, with your family, and most certainly not to a grade you got in maths."

"Hmmm," the boy lets his mother's words sink it. They seem heavy and significant, but there's something else bothering him.

"So, you chose Em as your child but you had to take what you got in me."

"I'm not sure I understand what you mean, Will." Her son's trains of thought take unpredictable turns sometimes.

"You saw her and liked her and then you decided to adopt her, but when I was born you had no choice, you had to keep me. Would you have adopted me too? I mean, if you had been given a chance to decide? If you had found me somewhere, in an orphanage or some other place, would you have chosen me or would you have looked for another kid? Someone you liked better?"

It takes Scully a moment to fully grasp the idea behind William's question. Usually, the adopted child in a family questions if they're being loved as much as the biological child. They are usually the ones who are unsure about their position in the family, not the biological one. Her son surprises her once again with the way he looks at things, with how he sees the world around him. She feels the urge to pull him close and shower him with kisses but she doubts he would appreciate this kind of answer. He needs a reasonable explanation he can verify.

"There is no difference between Emily and you as our children, William. I can speak for your father as much as I'm speaking for myself. We were blessed with two little individuals enriching our lives and it doesn't matter how we became a family, the only thing that matters is that we did. We're linked together by our love for each other, not by how we joined this family."

"Is that why grandma calls dad her son once in a while? Because he isn't her son, right? Uncle Bill and uncle Charlie are."

"Daddy is grandma's son-in-law. That is what he's called officially because he's married to me, her daughter. But she loves him just like she loves uncle Bill and uncle Charlie. Even before we were married, she loved him and treated him like family. See, love has nothing to do with how the other person came into your life. You either do love someone, or you don't."

"Complicated."

"Well, actually, it's quite simple. You'll understand better once you're older, sweetie."

"Ugh, mom, don't call me that! I'm not a baby anymore!"

"No, you're not," Scully admits, hiding her melancholy at how fast he has grown. "I'm sorry. William."

"Will is okay, but not sweetie or jellybean or pumkin or-"

"I got it, sugarplum." She grins and hurries to add, "just teasing."

"Good." The boy is really serious about this. "I'm going to also tell dad. I hate it when he calls me fuzzybear. Only because his parents chose to call him Fox doesn't give him the right to annoy his own children likewise. I wonder why Em still lets him call her kitten. I mean, seriously, she's all grown up."

She's fourteen, Scully thinks, and still their baby. They will always remain their babies, their sweetpeas, their angels, and it strikes her as funny that when it comes to naming their children, Mulder is even more prone than she to this syrupy tawdriness. The man who demands to be called by his last name picks of an embarrassment of riches coming up with pet names for his offspring. Maybe it's because he missed this kind of fluffiness as a kid, the sugary sweetness with which parents coat their children.

"What's for dinner?" William asks all of a sudden, letting go of the topic of his conception abruptly which, the guidebooks say, is typical for children his age.

"Chicken curry with rice," Scully answers somewhat relieved the conversation is over. It won't be the last time she will be bombarded with questions, either from him or Emily. She will be open and willing to answer each and every one of them.

"Oh, yum! I'm in my room, call me when it's done." He's already halfway up the stairs.

"I'll call you when the table needs to be set."

"Just as well," the boy shouts down from the landing, ten seconds later Scully hears his door slide shut.

She turns to the stove where the chicken curry has been simmering for almost an hour now, lifts the lid off the pot and stirs absentmindedly. She marvels at how mundane her life is at times. Preparing food, waiting for her husband to come and her family to gather at the dinner table. She worries more often about school, the grocery list and how fast her kids grow out of their shoes nowadays than liver-eating psychopaths, men regrowing body parts and immortal photographers, and it's not necessarily a bad thing. Not at all.

Who would have thought life had this in store for her when young, green, ambitious Special Agent Dana Scully took her first ride down to the basement to meet her new partner?

She loves it, and she knows Mulder loves it as much.

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renegadesrpg · 4 years ago

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Family Matters Part 1: Female Bonding. Truely and Celia CROSSOVER WITH Rekindled

Truely: *It'd been a hell of a day. I was overwhelmed with the weight of everything I'd witnessed and learned. I couldn't bear to see my shop. I assumed it was a disaster zone and just, I just couldn't. So, I hid. Under the covers of my bed.

Everything hurt from my head to my toes, but most especially my heart. It’s not that I thought Zav was lying, after all I'd seen the evidence of his truth all over my shop. I just needed time to regroup. I didn't want to see or talk to anyone, so I didn't.

I called my staff and gave them the week off, with pay. Not sure how that'd work but I'll manage. Then I got under my covers and fitfully slept. Dreams were non-existent because I didn't sleep long enough to have them. I kept waking, crying, then repeat.*

*Now the sun will be rising soon and I need a distraction and my regulars will be wanting morning bakes. So, I shower, dress, and make my way downstairs. I hear a noise from the shop and steel myself for another confrontation.*

Alright assholes...*I try and keep steel in my voice as I throw the back door open only to be knocked back by the smells of cinnamon and vanilla.* Celia?

Celia: *I'd watched over Truely while she slept. Part of the job and ghosts don't need sleep anyway. It had been a rough night from what I could tell but ghosts don't have the gift of dreamwalking so short of waking her, there was nothing I could do. And I figured waking her would just freak her out more than she already was. So when I was sure she was rousing and knowing she was protected up here in her apartment, I shimmered back down to the shop and began work. I wasn't sure what exactly she'd had planned for today so I went with cinnamon rolls and apple turnovers to start. Can't go wrong with those. Humming to myself as I put the first batch in the oven, I heard my name.*

Hey Truely, lemme' get these in and then you can tell me what you need for the day.

Truely: *Whoaaaaa. I was not expecting this.* My shop is ok? I, um, I don't know what...thank you Celia. I don't know what happened as I expected a disaster but thank you. *I decided to close my unhinged jaw and get to work.*

It smells wonderful in here. Let me get the coffee going. *I grabbed my favorite apron and let the smells and sounds of a kitchen in use soothe me as I went out to the front and got the coffeemaker going.*

Let's see, cinnamon rolls and apple um turnovers? So, should do some cookies, thinking chocolate chip and monster. Then maybe some peach cobbler sweet rolls for today's special. Whatcha think?

Celia: *Closing the oven door and smirking as I turn towards her* Of course your shop is ok. Didn't Zav tell you it would be? I could tell you a lot about that reaper angel of yours, but one of the top things would be that he keeps his promises. Cookies are simple enough. Add some coconut haystacks to that. I've got a good stovetop version that we can have out there in 15 minutes for early customers looking for something unusual. If you'll bring me a mug of that joe, two sugars please, I'll get the peach cobbler sweet rolls started.

Truely: *I smile as I make my way to the coffee pot. I pour us both a cup, adding sugar to both plus cream in mine, then walk back to the kitchen.* Haystacks will be great! Here's your coffee. *I hand her the mug

But honestly so much was going through my head I probably spaced it. Oh! I should make chocolate peanut butter oatmeal no bakes. It can be a day of unusual. *I chuckle as I grab a bowl and the ingredients for my no bakes.*

Are you ok after all that happened yesterday? I'm guessing it was more fun for you, you know the whole kicking ass thing. Does your husband do what Zav does? I know it was mentioned he was away and that's why you came but now...I know it’s not the exact story right?

Celia: *tilting my head at the cinnamon roll dough* I've got enough of this dough to use for a couple dozen peach cobbler rolls. If I use it, I can set another batch to rising and we can have both cinnamon rolls and peach cobbler rolls when the doors open and some of both baking for 10 o'clock brunch crowd. Do you get that here? *rolling out the dough as I speak,*

Declan, my mate, is like me, a ghost. We aren't reapers. We were recruited to serve Zav's boss... well, it's complicated, he wasn't Zav's actual boss then, he'd stepped back from the reaper corps for the last thousand years, but he's back now... *sprinkling some spices and sugar on the rolled out dough, then opening canned peaches to make the filling* Anyway, his boss, Sin, wanted someone to cook for him and keep his properties in order. He said. I think he was just lonely. Reapers don't need to eat and he has lawyers and accountants to keep up with his money games. But when we died, Zav came for our souls, to help us move on, you know? But we weren't guaranteed our next lives were to be together and then Sin showed up and told Zav to leave us to him and so *shrugging* we stayed.

Declan is supposed to be bodyguarding Sin right now. Like that's actually going to work. Sin does what Sin wants to do. The other reapers just wanted an early warning system in case Sin got jumped, someone to give them a minute to get to him. And who they could count on to shout out to them when it happened because they know Sin won't. And since winning the whole good vs evil showdown depends on Sin, it's kind of important he lives to do it. *snickers* They actually got him to stay on house arrest for a few weeks, but they had to know THAT wouldn't last.

Truely: *chuckles* Sounds like a man, er, male. Stubborn as hell. But this Sin must be a hell of a male to get such love and loyalty. I think it's wonderful he made sure you could stay with your mate. He must value the strength that comes from those things. Smart.

I smile as I drop the spoonful’s of batter on wax paper before putting the trays into the fridge to cool and harden.* I appreciate you sticking around. It’s nice talking to someone who gets what's going on. And any info on Zav you wanna share, feel free. *chuckles*

Hey how are the buns faring? Need help?

Celia: Sin /is/ a good male. He was a good man when he was human. Zav was his mentor then, you know? How they became friends. Zav told you he came to teach humans, right? It was a long, long time before we were around, but I know the story. Zav found Sin when he was just an ex-slave who had turned a rebellion into an army that was conquering war-lords left and right. Zav befriended him to teach him how to govern the lands he was conquering, to be a good king for the people. Something most of them hadn't had. And Sin became a very good king. But eventually it fell apart. Not because of Sin, unless you consider him being too successful and too tolerant a fault, but because a god got jealous of him. So Sin died and became Death's first reaper. And when that same god took Zav's family, Sin came for him and offered him a place with the reaper corps. So, yeah, he deserves the loyalty he gets. As for us, well...Sin lost his wife in all that. He's looked for her soul for thousands of years and never found it. I think he saw Declan and I as what he'd hoped to have. So we were lucky he was watching that day. *spooning the filling into the dough and then rolling it up.*

Can you hand me a knife so I can cut this into rolls?

Truely: *I grab the knife closest to me and hand it over* Here you go. Zav is a teacher but now a reaper. He's still a teacher at heart though, I think. I take it Sin has yet to find his Queen? It’s a concept you learn about, reincarnation, and you think it's cool but you never think it’s really real. You know? *shrugs as I start the monster cookie mix* I wonder if my past self...hmmm, never mind. You could go crazy trying to figure some of this out. If I may ask, what was your life like when you were alive? Were you and your mate in charge of your people? Were you here in the states?

Celia: *taking the knife and slicing the rolled log of dough* I think Sin's given up on finding her. It worries them, going into this. He'll fight to win, but he's lost his reason to survive it. *Laying the rolls one by one on a prepared baking sheet, being careful of the filling.*

Sure, you can ask. *laughs, then sobers* Wolfen can live a long time compared to humans. A couple of centuries, if they're allowed to die naturally. But wolven culture doesn't allow for that often. It's a survival-of-the-fittest world. And there's a very specific order within the packs. Declan was our pack's Beta, the second in charge. In the 20th century that basically meant he was in charge of security. His status gave me the status of second among the females. As such, I was in charge of domestic operations, including cooking. It was just luck that I went to culinary school before I was mated. All that stuff I told you was true, by the way. It was just in the early 1980's. *smiles reminiscently* We were the best fed pack in the northern Hemisphere.

Truely: *smiles and chuckles* I bet so. You are very good at what you do. That includes kicking ass by the way. *I start spooning the cookie mixture onto the pans making sure to space them evenly.* So, I mean if you were seconds then what happened? Don't people usually go after the leaders?

Celia: *I'm quiet for a moment. Some memories are hard to talk about. Putting the peach rolls in the oven, I take a towel and wipe my hands before tossing it into a laundry receptacle. Taking a breath, I meet her eyes. The world isn't what she thought it was and I wouldn't be doing her any favors by not telling her all of it now that she was aware of the bigger picture.*

They went after /all/ of us. Every male, female and pup. None of us survived. *Inhaling again and then huffing it out.*

We were a very prosperous pack. Our territory encompassed a large area that was rich rare earth elements -- stuff that's used in everything from computer screens to jet engines to communications systems. And another pack wanted it. They infiltrated us and then one night overrode our security systems. *My eyes grow bleak at the memories*

Declan was running the late watch that night. He was one of the first to die, but he managed to sound the internal alarms first. Our Alpha rallied as many fighters as we had left in an attempt to defend the families but there just weren't enough fighters left. We were overrun.

Truely: Oh dear Gods. Celia. *I squeezed her shoulder letting her feel my empathy. I figured she wasn't much for hugs, especially from a near stranger, but I needed her to know I was there.*

Thank you for sharing that. It couldn't have been easy. Does the pack that murdered your still exist? Or did they get their just rewards? *I slipped the first two trays of cookies into the oven.*

Celia: *shrugs* The world isn't exactly what you thought it was, Truely. You deserve to know all of it. The good and the bad. Wolven culture carries the survival-of-the-fittest philosophy to the extremes, yes, but it’s not so different from other cultures. Very few are live-and-let-live. Greed and jealousy are motivations in the human world too. It's just not usually so blatantly done. *sighing*

The pack that destroyed ours no longer exists. We had just begun doing business with a pack that was venturing into telecommunication technologies. They were looking into partnering with us, with us providing the raw materials and getting into the manufacturing end and them developing the applications and marketing. Their territory bordered ours and their alpha wasn't open to doing business with murderers. *giving you a lopsided small smile.* He also wasn't open to having his pack, and his own mate and young son, live so close to a pack who would kill pups. He took them down. Hard. Made an example out of the alpha and beta. The females and young of the pack he allowed to become part of his own. Fighting males and the alpha's pack council didn't survive the initial onslaught but males over 16 who weren't involved in the fighting were given the opportunity to assimilate or go lone wolf. Most of the young ones assimilated into Blood Moon. I don't know what happened to the others.

Truely: Well, I'm glad they got theirs. No one should get away with slaughter like that. I know it happens but I don't have to like it and I can relish when assholes get theirs. I need you to do me a favor, if you will. We need a new thing of flour but it's in the cellar. Usually I have Dusti or Lu get it but they are gone. Would you mind getting it? I'll keep an eye on the goodies in the oven.

Celia: *raising my eyebrow* You have a cellar? Did you and Zav ward it? Reapers can get in anywhere Truely. Any open space.

Truely: It’s very small and ya Zav did. I just. I don’t down there is all.

Celia: *tilting my head quizzically* You don't go down there? *raising an eyebrow* When I get back, we're gonna talk about that. Anytime somebody gets the creepies about a place or person, there's a reason.

*Going ghost, I dematerialize down into the cellar. Reforming, I look around* Hmmm, just your run-of-the-mill basement, *murmuring to myself.* Well-finished and clean. Well organized too. No spirits or bad juju here.

*There was a large sealed container on a pallet near one of the shelves labeled "flour". Opening it, I hoist out a 50lb bag of Minnesota Girl Bakers Flour and put it on my shoulder, then demat back to the kitchen. That's the thing about being both wolfen and ghost. I'm stronger than humans my size and more efficient.*

Where do you want this?

Truely: *I laugh with surprise and thrill when you come back carrying that bag* Usually I get 15 minutes of complaints about how I’m wrecking backs by making them drag it up. Thanks though. The rolls are close to done, and the cookies are just about ready to come out too. I'm just about to put the haystacks and no bake cookies out. Wanna help?

Celia: *Sits the bag of flower on a metal prep table* Sure. Presentation of the food was an actual class. *laughs* But I might be out of practice at that.

Truely: Easy peasy. *I walk out to the front, pull the show trays out and begin placing the cookies in three long rows.* I do three rows and put the prettiest three at the front. *smiling as I put one full show tray in the display and start working on another.*

We'll put the haystacks to the left, our left, and no bakes to the right. Usually people start wandering in around 8:30 for coffee and whatever sweet thing is available. But the real crowds hit around 10am, like you mentioned. *I work on another tray as you grab and start yours*

Celia: *Working quickly, I imitate Truely's display with the haystack cookies, finishing one tray and then starting another before beginning...* I checked out your basement Tru. There's no bad juju there or ghosts. And if there had been I'd have known. And taken care of it. So is it just this cellar or all cellars that give you the willies?

Truely: Oh um *her question caught me off guard since no-one has ever asked me why. They just figure it is one of those things like people who hate anchovies on pizza...just a thing a person dislikes.*

Well, anything basement or cellar-like. I don't like those types of places, they *I sigh* scare me. Have since I was a very little girl. My parents even moved us to a new place that didn't have one when I was 8 because the one we had scared me too much. As I got older I could lock that fear away, you know I didn't let it bug me. But I still can't go down into them.

Celia: *Nods as I finish the last tray of cookies* When we're kids lots of things scare us. And being afraid of the dark is usually one of them. But as we get older we usually lose that. Not to say we aren't cautious about things. There's scary stuff out there in the dark. I should know. A lot of people would think I'm one of them. But when we don't lose that fear of something, there's usually a reason behind it. Stuffing down the things you're afraid of only gives them power Tru. If you ever want to face it, I'll be right there beside you.

Truely: Thank you. I, hmmm, well I don't remember exactly why. See, I was adopted when I was 3. I don't, naturally, remember a lot from that time but I do remember being locked in a very dark basement and being so scared.

*I look off into the distance* I remember crying to get out. Whispers. Cold. *I shiver and wrap my arms around myself. Shaking my head I grin* Anyway....ever since, just hated them.

Celia: *Slipping my arm around your shoulders for a quick squeeze* That would be scary for any kid. I totally get your fear. But did you know that little kids can sometimes see or hear us? Ghosts, I mean. It's because they haven't been convinced yet that we're not real. Those whispers could have been from someone like me, maybe just not strong enough to really make themselves heard, but trying to reach out to you.

Truely: Maybe, it's just that it doesn't feel umm nice. *The timer goes off just then*

Oh, we best get those so they don't burn. We can um talk after if you want. Maybe explain ghosts more.

<<<TBC>>>

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todaydreambelieversfic · 7 years ago

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Author Spotlight: Black John Lennon day 2

Day 2: Recs!

Please recommend 3 - 5 of your own fic.

Born to Be Mild

A lot of my fic is inspired by things going on in fandom. Sometimes it’s wank, sometimes it’s meta, sometimes it’s fanon that I disagree with. Sometimes it’s anger and I write what my fandom friends call “spite fic”. This definitely isn’t a “spite fic”. This was inspired by a lot of talk during season 5 and the hiatus (though I can’t remember which one, there were so many) about Blaine needing to experience New York separately from Kurt and how Kurt had so many experiences when he was there, and for Blaine to move in straight away, he wouldn't get to experience New York. And so I thought, not what if Kurt felt that way, but what if Blaine thought he did.

I had a lot of fun writing this. At the time I had a little “Committee” of fandom friends that I’d bounce ideas off of. I’d be in our Kik convos asking “what kind of tattoo would Blaine get”? and stuff like that.

What i love about this fic is that Kurt really could not care less that Blaine is this huge nerd. He doesn’t want a “bad boy” and I loved playing with their relationship, what they think about each other, and what their friends may think. I love writing Blam’s friendship, and I had fun bringing back stripper!Sam. Sam is a character that despite his relationship with Blaine and the fact that he once lived with Kurt, really doesn’t get used very much in fic.

My favorite part is actually a Hummelberry scene. I laughed out loud writing it because this is the Hummelberry that I miss. Rachel who’s going a mile a minute and Kurt who is just as bad. When they play off each other’s ridiculousness is when that friendship shines.

So he talks to Rachel about it.

“I don’t think Blaine’s been acting that weird, he’s probably just getting more used to being in New York. This city changes you Kurt, you know that. I was waiting to see what kind of effect it would have on Blaine. It was just a bit delayed,” Rachel says, sipping her tea.

“Rachel, weren’t you worried when he took two hours to go down to Duane Reade?”

“No. Sam texted me to tell me he was there,” Rachel says quickly, not looking at Kurt. Kurt raises an eyebrow at her.

“Excuse me? And you didn’t tell me?”

“I forgot! We were drinking and then when I remembered to tell you they got here, so I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

Kurt rolls his eyes, “Yes, but Rachel, when they got here they just sat at the table drinking and drawing and Blaine got way drunker than normal. And he took his shirt off.”

“Why are you acting like you’ve never gotten drunk and taken your shirt off? And he gave you a lap dance, why are you complaining?”

“Because, I know Blaine and he’s being weird. He’s been working out like crazy with Sam. And he’s been using baby oil in the shower, it’s slippery. And I don’t know, I know my fiance and something is up with him.”

“Well, Kurt, you could just ask him,” Rachel says simply.

“It’s not that simple, Rachel. What if it’s me? What if I’m the one who’s boring? Santana’s right, look at all the stuff we did before he got here. It’s his first year after high school and he’s shacked up and engaged. What if he’s going through a weird phase and he wants to open our relationship or something? I got to date Adam, he never got to date anyone else. What if he’s preparing himself to start going out to clubs and meet someone else? I can’t -”

“Kurt, you need to calm down. Blaine is not trying to be with someone else. Trust me. He’s just getting used to the city. He’s probably helping Sam prepare for this thing he’s doing.”

“What thing, Rachel Berry what do you know?”

Rachel leans into Kurt, “Okay, you can’t tell anyone, because it’s a secret, but Sam’s competing in a dance competition to win some extra cash to take… someone he met out to dinner and a show. It’s actually really sweet, that he’s going to perform competitively to win this girl’s heart, I think it means that she’s important to him and -”

Kurt cuts Rachel off, “So Sam’s entering a strip contest so he can take you on a date?”

Rachel stops, shocked.

“Whatever. You don’t think Blaine would- nah. Blaine? Strip? Blaine would never,” Kurt shakes his head and takes a sip of his tea, but chokes at the same time Rachel catches his eye.

“Blaine entered the stripping contest, didn’t he?”

Rachel nods.

Take It Home

One of my favorite tropes is Klaine through other characters eyes. Another favorite trope of mine is various characters walking in on Klaine hooking up. I don’t know why, but it makes me laugh. As most people know, I really, really loved the season 4 newbies and their friendship with Blaine and I always felt that Kurt would get to know them because they’re Blaine’s friends. What better way to introduce those guys into the fold than to have them being the ones to find Klaine in various states of undress while the older kids are rolling their eyes.

At the time, I was writing a lot of the New New Directions and very little Klaine. I was just so happy to see Blaine with a group of friends that I was obsessed with writing about that group, they made me so happy, which I know is an unpopular opinion. What surprised me though, was how much fun I had mixing the old group with the new in this fic. And how i liked kind of imagining the original group threw these younger, newer characters’ eyes.

My favorite part:

“Didn’t need to. They’re here. They’re just busy humping like bunnies in the back of Blaine’s car,” Unique rolls her eyes in amusement before opening the bag and pulling out her wig.

“Are you friggin serious?” Tina asks rolling her eyes, “I know they’re engaged and have spent like a bunch of months apart, but this is just ridiculous.”

Marley frowns, “Did you see anything?”

“Child no. Once I saw the Prius was a’rockin and the windows were fogged up, I had the good sense to back away and come inside. Let them get that out of their systems now before they get in here. I’m not trying to see it, or hear it.”

“I know this is supposedly “normal” behavior for them as far as you two are concerned,” Kitty says gesturing to Tina and Mercedes, “But excuse us if we’re a little confused, because the Blaine we’ve gone to school with this whole year was an uptight little dictator with a stick up his butt most of the time. So sorry if we’re finding his exhibistinist kink a litlte surprising.”

“Gentlemen in the streets, freak in the sheets, lord bless him,” Unique says.

"Oh please, he probably lit candles in the car and put on the smooth jazz station. And I bet he has a timer set to make sure the sex lasts exactly sixteen minutes and forty-seven seconds so that they can get in their approximately three minutes and thirteen seconds in the afterglow. Then he can brush his teeth, with exactly two hundred strokes, rinse his mouth out for thirty seconds and then reapply an entire jar of hair gel so no one knows he’s been humping his fiance in his douchey hybrid.”

“Okay, you’ve put way too much thought into that,” Mercedes says.

“You know what? No. They promised us cheesecake and gourmet sandwiches and I’m not gonna sit up here waiting and starving to death because they can’t keep it in their pants. I’m not afraid to just open the door and pull them out!” Tina starts to storm out of the room and bumps into Kurt and Blaine.

“Relax Tina, we’re here. We just had a last minute stop to make,” Kurt says as he and Blaine come into the room with their bags.

“Mmm hmmm,” Unique says as she watches them get comfortable in her room, “sure you did.”

Inhale, Exhale With My Flow

The inspiration behind this is that I really like smoking weed. I don’t do it often, but I do enjoy it. And I don’t think it’s taboo and I don’t think it’s bad. And the thought of these three characters high made me laugh, so I wrote this. I loved the Blamtina relationship at the end of season 5. The way they play off each other, the way they give each other a safe space to be as weird as they each are. And when you add weed to that, of course the results would be hilarious.

Kurt’s only in this briefly, but his part was fun to write because I don’t think Kurt is exasperated by Blaine’s weirdness or his friendship with Sam and Tina, I think he’s affectionately amused by it, and probably gets a lot of phone calls while Blaine is with them that make him smile. I feel sometimes, fandoms goes more for Kurt being too cool for the room and making him eye rolly at Blaine’s odder traits, but I never saw Kurt that way. Kurt’s an odd duck himself, so I don’t think he’d be annoyed at finding out that this seemingly put together fiance is just as odd albeit in completely different ways.

My favorite part:

“Blaine, your pants are making music.” Sam says.

“Yeah they are,” Tina says and immediately starts laughing. Blaine reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

“Aw, Kurt’s calling me. I was thinking of him and then he called me.” Blaine smiles at them, puts the phone down and smiles.

“You should probably answer it.”

“Maybe he shouldn’t. Guys, I’m so high right now,” Tina says, “and you’re also so high right now. If Kurt finds out we’re so high, he’s definitely gonna get all Kurt like and he’s gonna be all “Blah blah about it.”

Blaine’s phone starts ringing again.

“He has to answer it or else Kurt is gonna get like extra Kurt and be all mad and his eyebrow are gonna do that thing. Then Blaine’s gonna be all freaked out and sad and I can’t deal with sad Blaine, Tina, I’m too high.”

“Fine, Blaine, answer your phone, but try to not sound like you just smoked a lot of weed.”

Blaine’s eyes widen in panic, “But how?”

“I don’t know!”

Sam grabs Blaine’s phone and answers it.

“Um… hi Kurt. Blaine’s right here. Hold on…” Sam says really slowly. He then puts the phone on speaker.

“You put the phone on speaker, right Sam?” Kurt asks.

“Hi Kurt!” Blaine says brightly.

“What’s going on over there? First you sent me that text that was pretty much indecipherable, and then you don’t answer your phone. I was starting to get worried.”

“There’s nothing to worry about Kurt, Blaine totally didn’t find Brett’s weed stash and bring it to Tina’s house and we definitely did not smoke it,” Sam explains nervously. Tina attempts to glare at him.

“I’m sorry, what?” Kurt then starts laughing, “Oh my God, where did you find Brett’s weed?”

“The craft room. You’re not mad? But I think I forgot my words,” Blaine tells him.

“Aw, sweetie, you’ll get them back, I promise. And be careful what you eat when you give into the munchies, the resulting stomach ache is as bad as any hangover. Trust me. I think I ate everything at Taco Bell.”

“Wait, you’ve totally done this before!” Sam says, pointing at the phone.

“Once. With the band. And I hated it. I had thoughts, but I couldn’t communicate them well and my throat burned and even though Elliot made us a filter with dryer sheets, the apartment needed some serious Fabreezing the next day. Not for me. But sweetie, seriously, I thought you’d butt texted me while being ax murdered, so if this does become a habit, turn your phone off. I can’t handle that kind of stress right now.”

“I’m sorry, did I use any actual words in that text?’

“No honey, not really. I’m gonna let you guys get back to that. And remember our agreement. Call me in the morning.” Kurt hangs up and Blaine smiles at the ceiling.

“What’s your agreement, Blaine?” Tina asks.

“What agreement?”

“You guys have a sex agreement, don’t you. Did Kurt give you permission to have sex with Sam?”

Slow to Warm

I am obsessed with Kurt and Blaine as Dads. It’s always been a trope that I’ve enjoyed, but now that they’re canon Dads of a little girl, I can’t stop writing about it. One of my favorite ideas to think about is what their kid’s temperament will be. If Rachel is the Bio Mom, will the baby be anything like her? Nature vs Nurture, meaning, regardless of who the bio Dad is, the kid is going to pick up traits from both of them. I’m a huge fan of writing them with babies and toddlers because that time can be both difficult and memorable, and well babies are cute.

And babies are picky. And they don’t like everyone. The idea of one of their friends not bonding with the baby right away was interesting to me. And the idea of that friend being Tina who would take it the most personally is also interesting. And well Kurt and Blaine are the first friends to have kids, so of course everyone is going to be passing the baby around and wanting to be the on that the baby likes.

My favorite part, of course inolves the big group together, probably making too much noise at a diner.

When they arrive at the restaurant, heading towards their usual huge table, Tracey lights up as soon as she sees Sam and Mercedes.

“Sam! Sam! Sam!” Tracey calls excitedly from her stroller, she waves her arms at him as he approaches.

“There’s my favorite God Daughter!” Sam says as he pulls her from her stroller. He blows a raspberry onto her cheek and she laughs and claps.

“Donald Duck, Unca Sam, Donald Duck!”

“You want me to talk like Donald Duck?” He asks in a perfect impression. Tracey throws her head back and laughs as her Dads fold the stroller and take their places at the table. When Sam sits down, Mercedes reaches over and takes Tracey from Sam.

“How’s my baby! Did you have a fun birthday?”

Tracey nods, “I got toys.”

“Yes you did, probably too many if I let your Daddys tell it.”

Artie and Tina walk in, Artie rolling straight over to where Mercedes is holding Tracey, holding a glass of orange juice to Tracey’s mouth.

“There’s my favorite baby girl!” Artie says, he puts his hand up and Tracey gives him a “high five”.

Tina follows Artie to their seats, she smiles at Tracey who looks at her with a confused frown on her face.

“Hi Tracey!” Tina says. Tracey stares at Tina, same confused, look on her face. Blaine goes over and grabs Tracey from Mercedes, sitting down with her next to Tina and turning towards her.

“Say hi to Auntie Tay Tay!” Blaine says, kissing Tracey on the cheek. Tracey just shakes her head and turns back to Mercedes.

“Cedes!” Tracey whines, reaching out for Mercedes. Blaine looks at Kurt panicked as he can see both Tina and Tracey getting upset.

“What’s going on?” Sam asks looking between his upset goddaughter and Tina.

“She hates me!” Tina says, bursting into tears.

“No, Tina, no. NO CRYING!” Sam says. Tracey looks at Tina and starts whining.

“Give me my God Baby back, I have no idea what’s going on, but my baby is getting upset. Come here sweetie.” Mercedes says, taking Tracey from a clearly panicked Blaine.

“I told you she hates me! I told you! Why would she hate me?”

“Because she’s half Rachel,” Santana says as she and Brittany approach the table, “I don’t know what I just missed, but apparently baby Klainchel here is already making weaker beings cry. She’s a baby after my own heart.”

“Santana, stop,’ Kurt hisses at her. He turns to Tina, “She doesn’t hate you, she just doesn’t know you. You and Artie have been making your movie, and then you guys went on vacation, then you had your press junket and awards season, she’s seen you twice since she was born.”

“Kurt’s right! She’s just not sure who you are,” Blaine says, rubbing Tina’s back.

“And she knows Sam and Mercedes? They don’t live in New York, how often does she see them?”

“We skype with them once a week and she talks to Sam on the phone all the time, he reads her stories and does impressions of her favorite Disney characters,” Mercedes says.

“And Artie? She doesn’t hate Artie.”

“It’s because he looks like he’s in a stroller too,” Brittany says.

“Brittany’s right, I’m closer to her eye level, so I’m not as imposing and threatening.”

“Seriously, Tina you need to calm down. She’s a toddler, who cares what she likes, she probably eats off the floor, she has no taste. Now lets order, because I needs to get my waffle on.”

“I resent the implication that my child has no taste,” Kurt mumbles taking his seat.

5. Everlasting Words

So writing Blaine has always been easier for me because I find it easy to get into his head. I haven’t really found Kurt that easy. But one thing Kurt and I have in common is loving Blaine. And sometimes, I think Kurt is written as so cold towards Blaine and it really hurts my heart. Kurt loves Blaine so much, and I wanted to put a spotlight on all the ways and reasons that Kurt loves Blaine even if he doesn’t always openly express it, so this fic was born.

I wanted to make sure that I was writing about why Kurt loves Blaine, not why I love Blaine. And I really enjoyed exploring that, it was a challenge, but I think I was successful.

My favorite part, I used to work at Build a Bear Workshop, so writing about Klaine in there was fun.

Sometimes Blaine is just the cutest human being to walk the earth, and in those moments Kurt doesn't even know what to do with himself, so in awe of how any person could be that joyful over something so simple.

Like the time they were in the mall and happened past a Build a Bear Workshop.

"Kurt, oh my God Kurt! It's a Chewbacca. I can build a wookie!! Omg they have his voice and bowcaster too! We have to go in. Ooh, maybe I can make Sam and Han Solo bear for when he can't sleep." Kurt watched as Blaine made his way through every station in the store, making sure Han and Chewie were fully equipped, even recording a message for Sam doing his best Han Solo impression. But the thing that stopped Kurt short was Blaine and the kids in the store. He kneels down next to a little girl struggling to get a shoe on her Princess Bear.

"Are you a princess too?" Blaine asks while he puts the shoe on the bear. He spends five minutes letting the little girl explain the made up story of her bear's kingdom.

When they leave, one Chewbacca, one Han Solo and a very well dressed bear Kurt made himself, the employees pretty much force a job application into Blaine's hand as he puts his Chewbacca into a backpack to carry with them the rest of the trip.

"You are such a cutie, you know that?" Kurt tells Blaine, taking his hand and kissing his cheek on the way out.

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matcha-chocolate · 8 years ago

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Sam: We shouldn't do this. Steve (his Heroic Jaw of Justice™ protruding with Annoying Inconvenient Righteousness™): We have to. - the demanding lovely @imafuckingreverseracist Okay, that prompt was already like an entire fic, how the fuck am I supposed to... hhhh OKAY HERE WE GO Sam wasn’t sure that he’d heard correctly. “Sorry, Director-- you want me to what?” Fury was already holding out the folder to Sam, and he waved it irritably. “You’re going to be partnering with Rogers on this assignment. Black tie. Subtle profile, no need for shadow conditions. Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

Sam looked at Steve standing at attention beside him, his own folder held primly behind his back. He was definitely a little pink in the face, though.

“And... St-- Commander Rogers requested me specifically, you said?” Sam said slowly, taking the folder from Fury. Fury didn’t even spare Steve a second glance, merely nodding. “Rogers says you two are a good team. Isn’t that right?” “That’s right, sir,” Steve said gravely. There was an uncomfortable pause as the three of them ignored Steve’s pink cheeks. He coughed once, twice, awkwardly. “Well?” Fury said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “Sir?” Sam asked, straightening his stance. Something about Nick Fury made you never want to slouch. “Why are you two still here? Don’t you have an assignment to prepare for?” Fury said dryly, dismissing them by turning his computer and clacking away at the keys. Sam waited until they were in the elevator to turn to Steve and hiss “What the fuck, Rogers?” “I know, I know--” “We said we’d keep our personal lives and work lives separate! That means you don’t request me for missions.” “We did say that, but ... I dunno, when I got the mission parameters, I kinda panicked and uhm. Asked for you.” Sam allowed himself a moment to be touched that Steve’s first thought in a moment of crisis was to reach for Sam. Then he got pissy all over again. “What could have made you so jumpy, Steve? Honestly.” “Let’s... just go over our folders tonight, okay?” “Fine. It’s your turn to cook, which means--” “I know. Takeout.” They exchanged a fond smile, and then straightened up and moved apart subtly as the elevator doors slid open and a few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents got on with them.

“Alexander and Rory Phillips,” Sam read aloud, glancing between the two folders. “This is why you freaked out?” “I didn’t freak out.” “It’s just a role, Steve. You’ve gone undercover as a couple before...” “Not since we started seeing each other,” Steve mumbled, looking frankly ridiculous in his shower cap. They were going undercover, and Steve was becoming a brunet to fit the part. He also dreaded putting in the contacts that would tint his eyes green, but it was all for the good of the mission. Sam, for his part, grumbled considerably because he’d had to shave off his goatee and wear glasses, as well as a small silver hoop in one ear. (”It makes me look like I’m an undergrad again,” he groaned.) Steve raised a hand to scratch under the shower cap, but Sam gently caught him, stopping him. “Hey,” he said, more seriously, “is that what’s bothering you? Pretending to date someone else? It’s just acting.” Steve shrugged miserably. “I’m no good at acting,” he sighed. “I’d just be missing you the whole time, wishing it was you on my arm.” Sam shook his head, disbelieving. “You are genuinely the corniest man on the face of the planet.” “You love it.” “Eehhhh...” Ignoring Steve’s pretend outrage, Sam continued, “I don’t know why Fury went along with this. We shouldn’t do this.” Steve tilted his head, all righteousness and bravery. “We have to, Sam.” The effect was rather ruined by the soft pfffff of air squeezing out from under his shower cap.

“Can I get you another drink, Alex?” Steve asked, leaning in so that his lips almost brushed Sam’s ear. For all Steve opined his poor acting, he was playing the part of the lovestruck newlywed to perfection. He’d barely kept his hands off Sam-- or rather, ‘Alexander’-- all night. “Oh my god, Rory, are you trying to get me drunk?” Sam laughed, shaking his head. The other couple they were standing with chuckled indulgently, their arms around each other. They were a striking pair, the woman almost ethereally beautiful with sleek blonde hair, the man... much the same. Surprise, surprise, they were the undercover Hydra agents that Fury had sent Sam and Steve to suss out. The woman kept giving Sam the once-over in a way that made his skin crawl, but he grit his teeth and hoped it looked like a smile. “So, Alexander,” the woman said, “how is it that you know the Senator?” “I did some freelance work for her a few years ago,” Sam said breezily. “We kept in touch, and since Roro and I just moved nearby...” Sam didn’t have to worry about the Senator corroborating his cover story; she’d been the one to get in contact with S.H.I.E.L.D. in the first place. Steve’s mouth twitched a little at the nickname Sam had given him, but he continued to play his role well. He even snaked his arm around Sam’s waist during one of the woman’s lingering looks, which Sam thought was a little... much. “And how about you, Rory?” the man asked Steve, tipping his glass in recognition. Steve cleared his throat and Sam steeled himself to save Steve from an awkward lie. “I just go where he goes,” Steve laughs. “A little like a lost puppy, if you will. I’d follow him anywhere.” Sam was impressed; Steve sounded absolutely sincere, and the hand on his hip squeezed lightly. The blond couple cooed over them again, warming to them. Sam and Steve played along, and it was surprisingly easy to play the married couple. Sure, they had been casually dating for a couple of years, but... Who ‘casually’ dates for a couple of years, actually? Plus, they lived together. Hmm. Sam... felt like he was missing a puzzle piece. Before Sam could ponder much longer about that, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Smiling apologetically, he pulled it out of his pocket, he glanced at the screen and sighed as though put-upon. “Sorry,” he murmured, holding up the phone and pointing. His screen showed a picture of an older black man with the contact name “[Dad]” underneath. “He’ll want to know how to move went, I didn’t call him last weekend...” “He’s gonna blame me for that one, I bet,” Steve sighed, chuckling. Sam rolled his eyes and answered the phone, moving away from the group. “Dad? Hi, what’s up?” “You and Rory can’t call an old man?” Fury asked, using their agreed-upon code. (Update?) “Sorry, pops. We had a lot of stuff to unpack in the new place, you know? Almost done, though!” (Gathering intel. Marks close to trusting us.) “When can I come see y’all? Your mama worries you’re getting skinny without her cooking.” (Anything usable? S.H.I.E.L.D. agents ready for backup.) “Hmmm. You and ma free on the 5th? Me and Rory were gonna try a new restaurant-- we keep hearing they do a mean squid stew.” (5 minutes. We’ll try to get them to mention Hydra.) “All right, Alex. Don’t you cancel on us, now.” (Exactly 5 minutes. Get it done.) “’Course not, pops.” (Roger that.) As soon as Sam rejoined Steve and the other couple, he could tell that the 5 minutes weren’t even needed. Steve’s body language was tight, radiating fury in the way that only a certain evil organization could bring about. “Alex, honey,” Steve said, his jaw tight, “Trigg and Steph were just telling us about another event.” Uh-oh. “Were they?” Sam asked, the warning in his tone evident to only Steve. “Oh-- dad and mom are dropping by on the ... 4th,” he amended, mentally calculating how much time had passed since he’d spoken to Fury. “Ah, okay. We’d better get the place ready before then,” Steve murmured, relaxing significantly when Sam looped his arm through Steve’s. “So-- what’s this about a party?” Sam asked, raising his eyebrows playfully at the blonds. They looked slightly uncomfortable -- which wasn’t surprising, since they weren’t keen on inviting a Black man to join their little squid Nazi club. But then Trigg smiled sharkishly. “Yes. Well, we have an exclusive little club here in town; we were so hoping that you’d join us. We were going to join them in a few minutes, in fact.” For some reason, his eyes kept darting down to Steve’s chest -- which would usually be understandable (have you seen Steve’s chest?), but Trigg hadn’t shown much interest in either of them until just now. Sam chanced a glance at Steve’s suit jacket, and with a sick lurch in his stomach, he saw it. A green contact was stuck to the dark material, which meant that Steve had one blue eye, and based on his size and the way he’d undoubtedly stiffened up at the word ‘Hydra’ while Sam was away, the two blonds had put two and two together. They weren’t inviting them to a party, so much as they were trying to lure Steve and Sam to their deaths. “Looks like you dropped something, Rogers,” the woman hissed. Steve’s hands balled into fists immediately, blowing any kind of cover they might have had left. Sam often said he wasn’t a spy, but Steve really, really wasn’t a spy. He was pretty good at punching, though, so he lay the man out with a clean sock to the jaw. Sam, never being keen on punching women, settled for sweeping her legs from under her, even as she scrabbled in her small purse for her pistol. “All right, that’s enough,” Fury said, pushing his way through the crowd. “Not bad, Wilson. Rogers, you did... about as well as expected.” Steve took no offence, merely shrugging as he bent over to haul the groggy Trigg to his feet.

“That was pretty good, Steve. At least until your damn contact fell out,” Sam said later, stretching his aching back as Steve pored over the new folders Fury had handed them. “That whole ... I’ll follow him anywhere thing. Cute. Convincing.” Steve looked up, his dark hair still offputting. “Convincing? It was true.” “Mhm.” “Sam, hang on-- look at me, c’mon. What do you think this is?” Sam looked up from the yoga mat where he was awkwardly tilted forward, working the kinks out of his lower back. “What what is?” “This. Us.” Sam frowned. “What? I mean... we’re. Dating? No?” “Yeah, but-- Sam, I’m in this. I meant it, I’ll follow you anywhere. As long as you’ll have me.” Sam didn’t know what to say to that, and after a pause, Steve came to kneel next to him on the mat. “I’m gonna be corny.” “Noooo...” “Yes. Having you on my arm felt right. Being able to kiss you, dance with you and not worry about anyone judging me, felt right. I don’t care about work knowing any more. I just want to be with you, in any and every way you’ll have me.” “Pervert.” “Wh-- not like that! Well. Yes, also like that, but... I’m trying to say I love you, Sam.” “Wow.” “And I want to be with you.” “I’m...” “And I think I want to get married.” “You what?” “And adopt 3 kids.” “Wait wait wait stop stop. How long you been ... I dunno, writing ‘Mr. Steve Wilson’ all over your binder?” “How long we known each other?” “Okay, I need a moment. You gave me a lot of things to respond to, man. Run them by me again.” Sam smiled slowly and Steve rolled his eyes, knowing that Sam was just fishing now. “Fine. First: I love you.” “Right. Me too. Next?” “I want to be with you.” “Done. Moving on?” “I... I want to get married.” “Okay. Next?” “Wait, really?” “Yeah, sure. You gotta ask more romantic, though. And get ma’s permission.” “Of course, Sam. I can call her n--” “Sit down, Rogers. It’s 11 at night. What’s next on the list?” “Kids.” “Can I talk you down to one to start with?” “One, and a dog?” “One, and a cat.” “I hate cats.” “But you love me. You said. You a liar, Rogers?” “No! Of course I’m n--” “I can’t believe I’m getting a cat,” Sam said excitedly, yelling in surprise when Steve suddenly pulled him down on the mat, covering his face and neck with overjoyed kisses. ( “Contact me when you have news that me ‘n’ the entirety of the team hasn’t known for 4 years, Rogers,” Fury would drawl boredly when Steve finally worked up the nerve to tell the Director about himself and Sam.)

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What were you doing right before you started this survey?

Scrolling through Tumblr..

Ever get mad at something that happened years ago? Yes, all the time. Usually to do with society,

What do you order on your pizza? Err well I love meatlovers pizza.

What the kind of soda you drink most often? Lemonade, coke.

If you took a picture under your bed what would we see? Maybe a DVD cover?

Do you freak out if a bee/wasp flies near you? Yes, I don’t want to get stung. I try to leave it alone though.

What was the last piece of clothing you bought? A “lolita” top.

If someone dropped $200 in front of you would you stop them? Yes, and be like, “You dropped your money!”.

What time did you fall asleep last night? After like 3am sometime.

If Facebook started making you pay, would you still use it? Hell no.

Who do you text the most? My parents.

Do you say hi first to people or do they have to speak first? Hmmm... Depends.

Name 3 things you ate today. Nutri Grain, Tim Tams, Tiny Teddys..... BAD BAD BAD BAD. Well I’m having tuna for dinner tonight so... :)

Do you think places like New York City and California are overrated? I don’t know I’ve never been there or live near them but... hmm maybe? I always get lost in my home city so I couldn’t imagine going there!

Does it bother you when you text somebody and they take forever to text back? Depends on the situation/who it is.

Whose graduation will you be attending next? No one’s.

Do you get sick after riding a roller coaster? No. Granted, I haven’t been on any crazy one’s like they have in Queensland or America.

Don’t you hate when people assume you’re jealous of somebody just because you dislike them? I don’t think I’ve... been in this situation. But I do hate people assuming bad things about me.

What do you think of girls sixteen and younger going on birth control? Honestly... I bet if every teenager had the chance, they would of had sex, who’s going to stop them. Okay, perhaps it is a bit young... but what can you do. Its kind of sad though. Then again not all girls are on birth control because they’re having sex, some need them for their period control or something.

Who do you think looks better: really, skinny toothpick girls or full figure girls? Errr... well I’m not exactly model material so I’d sound like a hypocrite. Depends what you mean by “skinny toothpick” or “full figure” Everyone’s interpretation on this is different...

Do you ever have that one teacher that loved to humiliate their students? Not that I remember...

Are you one of those people obsessed with Harry Potter or the Twilight series? No, never watched/read any of them, don’t plan to.

Have you ever tripped, running up the stairs? YES.

Were you ever forced to read The Scarlet Letter in school? Ummmmmmmmm, obviously not ‘cause I’ve never heard of it.

Do you think some people are crazy for wearing jeans in the summer? Okay honestly no. And at the moment our summer weather is being weird. It should be super hot, but its super not. And personally, I wear jeans when I’ve run out of shorts to wear.

Have you ever gotten a sunburn so bad it hurt to move? Yes.

By the way, when is your last day of school? That was... like the 15th or 21st of October in 2012.

Has anyone ever hung up on you? Yeah, by accident.

Have you ever paid for something in all change? Yeah.

Have you ever slipped and fallen on ice? No.

Who was the last person to call you beautiful? My mum maybe? (Of course.....)

What accent is your favorite? The English accent, SPECIFICALLY, the Cambridge accent. Omg. (There’s so many different accents in England).

If you had to choose between going on a cruise to the Bahamas for a week or spending two week touring Europe, which would you pick? Two weeks in Europe, I love history and would love to see all the castles and stuff. Plus I like some of the tranquil buildings they have. With all the accidents that’s happened on cruises lately, no thanks, and I’m not really interested in places like the Bahamas, Cuba etc. No offense.

If you were dying and had to tell the last person you texted one thing, what would it be? Wow, that would be hard, probably would by my parents, I’d say how much I love them, and how much I appreciate all the things they do for me etc..

Who is that person? Mum or dad.

Do you miss someone? Yes.

What will you be doing this weekend? I go back to work on Thursday! My weekend is Sunday and Monday, honestly if I’m not planning something with a friend, I just go with the flow. Idfk.

Last alcoholic beverage you had? A Kahula, I think, on New Years. I only had one, I don’t like to drink that much.

Are you nervous about anything? Job interviews, transitioning to a new job... mm lots of things lol.

Who was the last person to slap your arse? Uhhh... probably my mum.

Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Fuck no.

Last song you heard? Dunno.

What was the last thing you bought? A “Lolita” shirt.

If you could have one wish, what would it be? Happiness.

How’d you sleep last night? Okay.

Last person that hugged you? My mum.

Who has your heart? (Insert fictional character here) Yeah, sad I know lol.

Last person to make you laugh? Don’t remember.

How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? None.

Is there something you’d like to tell someone? There’s plenty of things, I’d like to tell plenty of people haha.

If you could have sex to one song, what song would it be? Honestly, I find this quite weird.

What was your first thought when you woke up this morning? What time is it?

Are you a forgiving person? Yes, but, it also depends.

What would you do if a random person waved at you from across the street? Uh, I’d wave back but I might not because they might not be waving at me.

Last long car ride? A month or so ago.

Are you excited for anything? Am I ever!? SNK season 2, Digimon Tri Movie 4, SNK CHAPTER 90.

If someone said to you “damn, where have you been all my life?” What would you say? Not sure.

Is there a certain quote you live by? Mmm... ehhhh... noooo..? I don’t think so?

What’s on your mind? When I’m doing these my mind goes “blank”, but honestly everything. But lately, just SNK and my ships and... yeah..

How has your day been? Boring asf, like every other day of my life lol.

How many piercings do you have? And where? None.

Do you have any tattoos? No.

When was the last time you cried? I have cried recently but I don’t remember when.

Where is the person who has your heart at the moment? They don’t exist. FML.

What is your favorite colour? GREEN. Well specifically, an emerald kind of green, I don’t like lime green eugh.

Do you think relationships are hard? Yeah, I mean friendships are hard enough.

Do you think you have made a difference in anyone’s life? It’d be nice if I have/did.

Has someone ever broken your heart? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I don’t think so.

Are you a type of person who cares what people say about you? Yes..

Have you recently lost someone that means everything to you? No.

Honestly, if you could go back and change something in the past 5 months would you? Don’t know.

Next time you will kiss someone on the lips? Probably not anytime soon, maybe in like 10 years lol.

Do you think anyone deserves a 2nd chance? Yes, well most people. Some people... it depends.

At the moment do you terribly miss someone? Hmm.. well I miss my childhood friends.

Do you wish you were somewhere else right now? Yeah.

Who can always put you in a good mood? No one can do that all the time. And not many people can anyway.

Do you think you’ve changed over the past year? Not really, maybe in some little ways, but no. Oh, I’ve gained a bit more weight... bad..

Explain your relationship status? Single.

Has someone ever made you a promise and broke it? Yes.

How often do you say I love you? Most of the time, to my parents.

Who is the last person you told you loved them? My parents.

Are you "with” the very last person you kissed? Hell no.

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