#i think aster is quite good at what he does but it bugs the hell out of me how much people just ignore the ableism in his films

[georgiapeach30513]

So I know Ransom is very grrrr about Carter and James but deep down he doesn’t really hate them. So now I’m just thinking about him and reader watching them. Like maybe Steve and Marta are taking a little vacation or just having a grown up weekend and kitten volunteers to watch him, and then Carter is just always there anyways because his parents suck. And I’m just thinking about Ransom having to take care of these two sick little boys because one of them had a stomach bug and gave it to the other so it just soft dad mode Ransom with his two arch nemesis 😂

This is so cute!! Yes, Ransom doesn't actually hate Carter and James, he doesn't feel quite the same way about them as Kitten, but digress. Carter is usually with the Drysdale's or the Rogers' because his parents suck and have an ideal life planned for Carter honestly (which is why they heavily encourage the Aster thing and then eventually Story). He's with the Rogers' a lot because James is his best friend, and then Kitten and Ransom has him because they too have James a lot.

What Do I Do?

Summary: Carter and James are sick, and Kitten is out of the house

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: Fluff, but sick?

Warnings: language, lots of vomit, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 658

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“But, Kitten, what do I do?” Ransom asks you panicked.  No more than thirty minutes after you left with Aster and Iris for gymnastics did James and Carter get sick.  He was stuck at home with a baby Story and two sick boys, thankfully you had Blade.

“Baby, do what you would for our kids.”

“Seriously?  These two boneheads aren’t mine.  Oh no, ah!” he runs a retching Carter to the bathroom, so he doesn’t use the floor.

“Ran?  Ransom?  Baby?”

“There ya go, kiddo,” you hear his voice soothingly tell Carter.  “Sorry, he was...James!  No, don’t...” you hear the sound, and know it’s not good.  Ransom’s voice makes his own retching sounds as he stands looking at the mess.  “Just use the bathtub,” he tells James.  “Kitten, I need you to come home.”

“Their lesson isn’t finished.”

“I don’t care,” you hear Story cry in the background.  “You got stuck with the good kids.  I got stuck with the pukers, and the baby.”

“Story cannot come out in this weather.”

“Story is now stuck with me, Tweedle Dee, and Tweedle Dum.  Ah, Carter, the toilet.  Is aiming that hard?”

“I’m sorry, Mr....”

“Home.  Now.  There will be hell to pay...blech, I can’t do this much longer Kitten.  Where the fuck is it, all coming from?”

“You can’t say that word in front of kids, baby.”

“Woman, I really don’t want to hear your baby right now.  Please, I need you,” his voice trails off in a whine.  “James, in the tub.  Don’t look at Carter.  No, you over there.”

“Let me tell Lance.”

“Don’t use that fucker’s first name.”

“Ransom!  Stop with that language.”

Ransom mumbles into the phone, “I know he stripped for you before our wedding.  Don’t use his first name.”

“Does Lance the fucker Tucker make you that jealous?”

“Well, he is the god of gym...no!  In the toilet.  Why won’t you keep looking at the toilet?  Get the puke in there.”

“Can you tell Mrs. Drysdale to come home?” Carter pitifully asks Ransom.

“I’ll be there in a minute.  Blade, come on baby.  Your daddy needs us.”

“You’re ridiculous.  That little twit needs you and you come running?”

“You sound like you’re having a hard time.  And he’s basically one of my babies, and he sounded so pitiful.  I’ll bring supplies.  Just keep them...from filling up our bathroom with vomit.  Wait which bathroom is it?  Please say it’s not our bathroom?  I won’t have sex with you there ever again.”

“That’s rude, but no, it’s the hallway bathroom.  Hurry up.  I love you.”

“Love you too,” you hang up, holding up a hand to Lance, “Sorry, Lance, I’ve got two sick kids and a crying baby at home, and I really need to leave,” he huffs but waves his head for you to get the girls.

“You and Ransom need to make it up to me though.”

“Yeah, I’ll talk to him about that,” you smile sweetly, knowing Ransom would never go for him coming into your bed with the two of you.

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Finally getting all the supplies you need to take care of two sick boys, you tell everyone to be quiet when they walk in, and thankfully you did.  The sight of Story asleep and laying on Ransom’s chest, while both James and Carter are tucked under his arms, your lip juts out, and his eyes peek up at you.  “Boneheads huh?”

“Shh...They’re sick.  They finally stopped expelling that shit out of their mouth an hour ago.  Got them washed up.  Lydia and Gregory haven’t called back.  Steve and Marta were willing to come back home.  I think the worst is over.”

“You’re such a big softie,” you smile at him.

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“Don’t worry.  I’ll reward you for your hard work later, Captain.”

“Boys...” you gasp at him when it looks like he’s going to wake them up.  “I’m just kidding, Kitten.  They’re much cuter when they’re sleeping.”

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[europeanguy]

Some Kind of Magic

Pairing: Shane x Platinum!MC (Veronica/ “Ronnie”)

Words: >2k

Rating: G, Fluff

Summary: Shane and Ronnie reminisce about 2006 and Shane is a being a big melt

A/N: many many thanks to @pixieferry for “beta-ing” this, without whom this drabble would be one huge yikes. Thank you for all your help and all the encouragement 💛 I forgot to ask you about titles so this will do HAHAHA

tagging @8im8the8one bc she ships this and has good taste LMAO

“Do I look okay?” Veronica turns to Shane, then turns back again to the mirror. She pouts and points at the nearly invisible dark circles under her eyes - even Shane couldn’t lie, no amount of concealer can hide the hours upon hours they spent awake brainstorming for her Christmas album. “God, I look like a zombie.”

“But a very pretty - albeit a little tired - zombie.” Shane snorts from his place on the bed from the other side of the room. But she did look pretty, with or without a scary professional stylist who micromanages her everyday clothing choices. “Did Zadie pick that out?”

“Yeah, oh my god, you should have seen her face when she saw me packing this skirt in an overnight bag.” Veronica smooths out her maxi skirt, then cuffs and uncuffs her sweater sleeves. “I can’t believe I kept you up all night writing lyrics with me.”

“I’ll be alright… I’m worried about you, though. Do your fake dates always have to be this early?”

“Dinner is kind of teetering in the danger zone, if you know what I mean.” Veronica winks at the mirror as she ruffles her brown bangs. A non-awkward silence slips in, seconds ticks by before they burst into laughter. “Fiona just said dinner is too romantic at this point, okay?”

“Riiight… we can’t have you munching on oysters in dim lighting with Raleigh Carrera, cause you just might jump him.” Shane bites his lip to stifle his laughter. He almost feels a sense of deja vu - as if they were eight again laughing under the pillow fort that they always build in her parent’s living room. It’s as if this has happened before, except now they’re older and miles away from home - still somehow together.

“Ugh!” Veronica groans in frustration and walks over to Shane’s bed, collapsing beside him. Her weight makes the mattress dip as she tries to find a comfortable position. She ends up squeezed next to him, arms crossed. “I don’t even like him like that.”

Shane nods, closing his eyes. “It does suck that your first relationship is with a hot famous guy, Ronnie.”

Veronica smirks and burrows her cold feet under Shane’s legs.

“Eeee!” Shane squirms away. “What’s that for?!”

“That was for sassing me,” Veronica shrugs. “Speaking of fake relationships, weren’t you my fake husband?”

Back then, it was for a little movie he was shooting with his dad’s camera. That was when Shane fully realized that he’s into the whole concept of telling stories through film, so it’s only obvious that the star of all his projects would be Veronica - who also happens to be the only actress he can find that’s willing to work for candy. Everett, Veronica’s older brother, promised to play the officiant role but bailed at the last second - so they had to be creative and use their teddy bears.

“Damn, you really upgraded.” Shane still remembers that summer and how upset Veronica was when she found out that Shane already ate his ring pop wedding ring.

“Not really,” Veronica shrugs. “I mean, I don’t think he’d re-tie my shoes for me for a whole month until I figured out how to do it myself.”

“Oh my god, you still remember that?” Shane covers his face in embarrassment. “I think you realized you had to do it yourself when I accidentally tied your shoelaces together and you landed flat on your face.”

“Accidentally.” Veronica makes air quotes, earning a scoff from him.

“I was four!”

“I miss that playground… not how the sand tastes though.” Veronica smiles. “Are you coming back home for Christmas?”

“I don’t know, honestly.” Shane sighs. “Mom and Dad are already bugging me about booking plane tickets. Apparently she needs my help to convert a bunch of home videos she found in our attic.”

“Please tell me I’m invited! I want to rewatch all our movies!” Veronica sits up.

“That’s already a given.” Shane stretches his arms then proceeds to feel around the bed for his phone. “Huh… mom just sent me a video.”

Dear Shane,

Dad and I figured it out, but you still have to come home, I know for a fact that you’re not eating well at your dorm… I can tell from your Pictagram pictures. Please tell Ronnie we miss her and we’d love for her to spend the holidays with us. Love you sweetie.

LOL,

Mom

Shane bursts out laughing at his mom’s use of LOL - and the fact that his mother follows him on Pictagram.

“What is it?” Veronica lies back, scooting closer to Shane so she could peek at his phone’s screen. “Aww, I miss your mom too.”

Underneath the message is an attachment of a video, with a slightly blurry, and hauntingly familiar, thumbnail.

“Is that-?”

“Oh god. Oh no. Oh my god-” Shane tries to scramble away but Veronica’s prying hands are too quick, and she snatches the phone away from him.

Veronica taps the play button and instantly, hundreds of voices and clapping meld together into unintelligible noise and the video slowly focuses on the stage as an older student shuffles to the microphone stand. 

“I now have the pleasure of announcing the final act of the Winter Talent Show,” they start a little too loudly, sending feedback throughout the auditorium. “Please welcome Shane and Ronnie as they sing Way Back Into Love!”

The announcer runs offstage and the stage lights flicker on as the curtains open, revealing a ten-year-old Shane and Ronnie by his side - both terrified. Shane remembers that moment when Ronnie couldn’t let go of his hand. The auditorium is silent and whoever is taking the video sniffs.

“Look at us!” Veronica coos at the screen, and just in time the video zooms in to their faces as they step forward to the mic stand. The announcer runs back with a spare microphone and stand for Shane, gives the two kids an encouraging nod before awkwardly running off. Shane looks at Ronnie and they finally let go of each other’s hands to get in position.

The first few notes of the song starts in a soft piano instrumental, and little Ronnie closes her eyes as if to take a breath. She opens her eyes and looks at Shane for reassurance, the uncertainty slowly fading from her face. She sings, softly at first.

I’ve been living with a shadow, overhead. I’ve been sleeping with a cloud above my bed. I’ve been lonely for so long, trapped in the past I just can’t seem to move on.

“Noooo, no no-” Shane grabs a pillow and buries his face in it, trying to drown out his own voice as he sings Hugh Grant’s parts in monotone.

“You weren’t that bad!” Veronica pokes his side as she continues to watch the video.

All I wanna do is find a way back into love.

Ronnie’s voice carries them throughout the whole performance, making both of them sound good.

“I still don’t know how you do that.” Shane tosses the pillow off his face, giving up and decides to watch the video again.

“Do what?” Veronica can’t stop smiling as she watches them finish the song and excitedly hug on stage as the crowd breaks into applause.

“That whole angelic voice thing.” Shane says oh-so-casually, hoping she doesn’t notice the tell-tale blush on his cheeks. 

As the video comes to an end, little Shane and Ronnie hold hands as they walk backstage amidst the applause. Her hands were cold and clammy from nerves, not that he ever cared if her hands were sweaty or sticky with candy. 

“That was so cute.” Veronica wipes her eyes, handing Shane’s phone over to him. “I love you, you know.”

Shane nods, trying not to put too much meaning in her words. “I know.”

“No, really,” Veronica sighs. “You didn’t really want to be on stage but it was my first time performing in front of a crowd that big, so when I asked you to sign up with me and you agreed, no complaints.”

“Well thanks to me we didn’t win, so.” Shane grins. A week after the talent show he gave Ronnie a trophy out of empty tissue rolls held together by glue. 

Veronica sighs exaggeratedly and chuckles. She shifts position, locking her eyes onto his. His mouth goes dry. Was his best friend, since they were four, making heart eyes at him? Nah, he must be hallucinating. 

He tries to squelch that weird flip-flopping in his stomach, whatever the hell it is. Tries to ignore the subtle scent of her shampoo, not quite masked by her perfume, and it takes him back to when they were ten with asters in their hair. Don’t stare at her soft lips - shit too late, too late. They’re inching closer, her breath is warm on his skin and everything’s tingling and

Riiiing!

Both of them nearly jump out of their skin when her phone starts ringing, cutting through the thick tension in the air. Veronica scrambles to get her phone and Shane’s cheeks ignite as he sits up to put some distance between them.

“Hank’s downstairs,” Veronica rolls her eyes and smiles, “Time to show up at fake brunch.”

“Duty calls!” Shane stands up and clears his throat, suddenly feeling awkward. Oh god. That was so unnatural just now. What’s wrong with you, Shane?  “So uh, I’ll walk you out?”

Veronica slips her socks on, quickly shuffling around the room to shove her stuff back into her bag. “Sure!”

“Wait, don’t forget this!” Shane fishes under his duvet for her lyrics notebook, then follows Veronica who’s already hurried out of his room. Shane spots something pink at the corner of his eye, but ignores it as he jogs down the stairs of their shared loft. After Veronica slips on her boots, Shane hands her the notebook.

“Oh my god, thank you.” Veronica takes the notebook and gives him a tight hug. “Hang soon, okay?”

“O-Okay!”

Shane watches as she rushes down the hall to the elevator. She flashes him an uncharacteristically shy smile while waiting for the elevator to reach their floor. It reaches them with a soft ding, and Shane’s stomach drops as his roommates step out - looking confused when they come face to face with Veronica. Veronica gives them a sheepish grin as she steps in the elevator, looking at Shane one last time before the doors close.

Tucker looks back at the closed elevator and back at Shane - who simply shrugs in innocence.

“That was… that was-”

“I thought you guys wouldn’t be home until Sunday?” Shane nonchalantly types a text to Veronica as he steps aside to let his roommates in.

You left your wig 😂😂😂

“Do not change the subject right now.” Tucker lugs his suitcase inside. “That person who obviously just came out of our place-”

“My friend-Ronnie? Yup.”

Shane’s phone pings with a text.

Looks like you have some explaining to do 😂

Another A/N:

1. Ronnie is my Open Heart MC’s (Everett) little sister, she’s 23 and he’s 27.

2. honestly that’s it my mind is already blanking its almost 2 HAHA

3. Oh YEAH I almost forgot to talk about that edit…

4. I feel like Shane turned out as a cute kid but man…. Ronnie was looking a lot more demonic in the previous versions (I used to ILITW MC kids + their faces, not unlike my TRR edit with the TE MCs + the gang)

5. anyway i know i said i quit writing but this just stemmed from me needing Shane x MC content and not finding any so I took it upon myself to just make them lol (also Way Back Into Love is kind of my recent song obsession)

6. I just love hugh grant okay

7. okay bye