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apples-of-apples · 5 months ago
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*Sighs wistfully* I need to be shot
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wenellyb · 4 years ago
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Is Sambucky Canon or Not?
TL;DR: Yes, it is
I've seen some people saying that they only see friendship between Sam and Bucky, and I can understand that. Because depending on your education, the environment you grew up and the kind of media you’re usually exposed to, you will have a different interpretation of different situations, in real life or in TV. Just let me insert a short story before I dive into the Sambucky topic:
My best friend's uncle is in his fifties and has been living with his roommate (a man) for more than 10 years. They lived together, went on holidays together but officially were just roommates. My best friend wondered if they were a couple, but never talked about it to her parents because it wasn't her business. Two years ago, they decided to come out and get married. My best friend's parents and his parents were genuinely surprised, they were not expecting that, at all, not even a little bit. Let me tell you that it didn’t even cross their mind that it was a possibility, at all. For them, it had always just been two men who had decided to live together because they were single. And preferred to have a roommate rather than living alone.
What I want to say with this story is that people will see what they want to see, or what they're used to see, or what they were raised to see. It’s human.
What I mean is that you will have different perception of a same event, depending on your own circumstances. And I think the writers of TFATWS were counting on that a little bit when it came to Sam and Bucky’s relationship. They obviously didn't want to make some big announcement or big love declaration.
And yes, of course, I have my own circumstances as well, influencing the way I see things. I have shipped SamBucky since Civil War, when they were supposedly enemies. I never expected anything to happen between them on screen. But then they got a show together and I was so so happy about it but I didn't expect anything other than friendship between them.
I was perfectly fine with that because a show was already more than enough: my man Sam Wilson was becoming Captain America, the show was great, the characters were great, their interactions were great, and this wasn't a love story anyway but a superhero show. I thought that here was no way the showrunners would ever go there. I changed my mind after episode 5. I tried to stay objective, but it was clear to me that the writers were hinting at a relationship that went beyond friendship between Sam and Bucky. In some of my previous posts, I explained that there are some scenes and writing choices that make absolutely no sense if you read them as a scene between two friends. I can link them if anyone’s interested.
Side note: I would like to know if one person on this website can tell me what was up with Bucky's behavior with Torres (in episode 5)? What other explanation is there, if not jealousy? It's a scene they chose to keep, so it was probably written this way, there must be a reason. Please I’m begging someone explain it to me. I'm genuinely asking, because otherwise that scene alone is canon Sambucky.
After episode 5, I was convinced they would make Sambucky canon, one way or the other and I started speculating about the ways they could do it. What I said was that if they did make Sambucky canon, they would do it in a very subtle way, in order not to make it too obvious because that’s generally how Marvel movies deal with love stories. And also because they wouldn’t want to scare away their homophobic audience ( I guess Disney needs their money...who knows)
So here are the scenes of how I imagined SamBucky becoming canon and the comparison with reality:
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- What I thought we could get : AJ and Cass calling Bucky "Uncle Bucky" - What we got: AJ and Cass running up to Bucky and playing with him. This point is interesting because it’s also related to the point I made about how the environment you grew up in influences your perception of things. I grew up in a big family and I know that, at least in my family, kids don't run up to an adult like that just because it's their uncle’s friend or just because he's nice... There's a real bond there. They haven't seen Bucky just that one time when he slept on the couch. They're obviously close. But some people might just see this as kids being kids. Also, if you watch at how the kids were fake punching him, they were really coordinated with Bucky. They have done this plenty of times. 2.
What I thought we could see: A non-explicit scene where we were supposed to draw our own conclusions. I thought they could show us Bucky staying over for the night, and the last scene would be an empty couch, meaning we would have to understand that Bucky slept in Sam's room this time.
-What we got: Bucky arriving in Sam's car ( A few people on Tumblr pointed out that it was the car Sam was driving in episode 1) So here again we have a scene that a lot of people will not notice. But they still chose to put it there. 3.
What I thought could happen: Sam asking Bucky to stay in Delacroix
What we got: Bucky wrapping things up in New York, as if he was leaving the city for good and coming to Sam's party as if he already knew everyone there. You can read my take on this here. 4. What I thought could happen: The scene in the trailer where we see them looking in the same direction and then we get a shot from very far away where they're holding hands but it’s not so obvious because they are being filmed from a disctance. -What we got: The scene in trailer and then a blurry shot of Sam holding Bucky and then fondling with his neck to find the best spot to rest his hand on. So none of the scenes I was imagining happened exactly like I had imagined, but it felt like all of them happened but in a different versions, which is still crazy to me. If it had been only one scene. I could probably understand the people who see them as just friends. Actually, I still do understand the people who see them as just friends, because everyone has their own interpretation. What I am saying is that they are NOT being portrayed as just friends. There are TOO many scenes in the 6 episodes for it to be a coincidence. One or 2 would be ok but friendship doesn’t explain everything:
The therapy scene (not the therapy scene itself since it was improvised) but the therapist saying she had heard a lot about Sam and wanting them to do a couples’ therapy
Bucky following Sam no matter what
Sam saying ok as soon as Bucky says "do it for me"
Sam asking "what about Bucky?"
Bucky starting to touch Sam whenever he has the chance
Bucky being the one to bringing the suit for Sam
The boat repairing montage
Bucky wanting to stay at Sam's place, when a hotel room would have been more comfortable than a couch
The second day of boat repair in closed quarters with an intense staring scene.
And there are so many other scenes, soft touches, looks,...
These writing choices are not a coincidence, it’s not involuntary, and it’s not fan service ( Fan service is the roll in the flower field scene, or the therapy session). This is them telling a story.
Let’s not even talk about the scenes in Endgame:
Sam comforting bucky at Tony’s funeral
Sam looking up to Bucky for approval before accepting the shield from Steve.
So yes, Sam and Bucky are canon in the sense that Peter and Gamora were canon in the first movie, or Wanda and Vision were canon in Captain Civil War. Meaning that there was no big moment, kiss or anything, but the show is consistently throwing elements clearly showing Sam and Bucky as a romantic item and hinting at a lot more than friendship between them.
It is normal that some people have a different opinion. Because it is extremely rare, in big productions like this to have two male leads with romantic feelings towards each other, so not a lot people who see it will interpret it as such (I don't think it ever happened). You’ll see what you’re used to seeing.
I guess it also depends on what you expect from a love story. For me, the storyline between the characters, their scenes, their chemistry, the way their feelings towards each other are described, are the most important. The kiss scene is just there as a bonus, but I don't need it when the love story is told perfectly. If you’re used to seeing love stories with many kissing scenes, that’s what you will be expecting to see in most love stories.
If you're only used to seeing male friendships in superhero or action movies. The 1000th time you see men interacting in that type of movie or show, you are more likely to assume it is a friendship and nothing more, no matter how many codes and tropes usually associated with romantic movies, the writers and show makers are using.
Add to that the conviction that Disney would never approve Sambucky in a million years, and there you go, I can understand the people who see only friendship.
But, just think about it, if we had the same show, same scenes, same dialogues, but minus the action scenes and the project was being marketed as an Indie movie, would you think they were just friends or a blossoming couple?
If you read Sambucky’s relationship like a friendship: some scenes don't make sense. If you read it like a developing romantic relationship: it all makes sense. "When you hear hoofs, think horse, not zebra" If a writer or a film director chooses a last scene with a romantic setting and the two leads are staring at a sunset, smiling repeatedly at each other and then walking away together with one of them touching the other's neck, with a love song in the background, maybe friendship isn't the first thought they had in mind.
Some people may say “I see them as just friends” and other people may say “ I see them as lovers” and both are fine, because people have different perceptions, and that’s ok.
What I am saying is this post is that the show and the writers are portraying them as more than just friends, they’re portraying them as two characters who are romantically involved.
Perceive what you want but that’s how they are being presented in the show.
Bucky’s therapist said that the exercise she gave them was for couples who want to figure out what kind of life they want to build together. Then, the show ends with Sam and Bucky, staring at a sunset together, looking in the same direction.
“Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction. “  - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
What else do you need???
This show had more romance than half of the Marvel projects out there. Not every love story needs a kiss (for now...)
We'll see in their next projects which direction the writers want to go with this. But since it was said that the writer on the movie is the same as the writer from episode 5, there's no doubt in my mind that we'll keep seeing this dynamic. I don't think they would have made the same choices if this had been a movie. But I won't complain that we got this. I hope they keep this going even if it stays subtle like in the show. Just hope they will add one explicit scene where one of the characters acknowledges their relationship. But even if we only ever get this show, it’s already a great love story. Let me know what you guys think and sorry for the typos and grammar mistakes, I was tired when I wrote the last part. I hope it still makes sense!
If you think they're only being portrayed as friends let me know why! I would also like to know about the way you see this!
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gilmores-glorious-blog · 4 years ago
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think of all the fun i´ve missed (think of all the fellas that i haven’t kissed)
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merry (early) christmas @leifdonnellies! i was your secret santa and i had a lot of fun writing this fic for you :D i hope you enjoy it and have a great holiday season! (the title is from santa baby and really doesn’t fit with the fic all that well but i thought it was funny...)
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Tobin Batra knew every word in the English dictionary, and yet he still didn’t know the right words to describe the chaos that was SPRQ Point holiday parties. 
After going to one for this first time, Tobin immediately knew why STEM kids and queer kids were never the people throwing parties in high school. When you combined those groups into the group that was the fourth floor of SPRQ Point, the result was a drunken mess of a gathering. 
The floor was cleared off as it would be for any business-related gala, but instead of tasteful lighting and tech speeches, there were tacky Christmas lights strung up and shitty music blasting from every speaker. 
And yet, Tobin loved them. He loved his oddball group of friends and colleagues, and it was fun to hang out with them without any pressure of deadlines and CEO visits, and instead just a week-long break to look forward to. At recent parties, Zoey’s DJ friend Mo provided the music, and he did have objectively better music taste than anyone else there. Tobin liked Mo, and liked getting to chat with him at parties, mostly about music and queer stuff. Another plus of parties was seeing who gave the most outrageous white elephant gifts- Tobin was currently winning that competition ever since he gifted Max a live chinchilla a year ago. (Max still had the chinchilla. He named it Joan after their former boss, and it was beloved by everyone.) Yet another great thing about it was that it was the one night that they finally could replace the bread bar or oatmeal bar or whatever bar with an open bar, because apparently it was legal if it was for a party. But Tobin’s favorite thing about the holiday parties was the fact that it was the one night a year that his boyfriend let Tobin kiss him in front of their colleagues. 
Leif was surprisingly shy about PDA, and had been as long as Tobin had known him. His parents weren’t exactly the most touchy-feely people, with each other or with their children, and it had clearly rubbed off on Leif. Tobin was fine with this, of course, he’d never want to make his boyfriend uncomfortable. Plus the two lived together, and Leif was incredibly touch starved at home, so it wasn’t really a big deal that they never did more than very occasionally hold hands at work. That being said, Tobin discovered recently that Leif found it “morally wrong”- Leif’s words, not Tobin’s- to disobey the laws of mistletoe, and he planned to fully exploit that fact at the party.
Mistletoe was a big thing at these parties- because obviously it was, what chaotic Christmas party was complete without a tiny, slightly-poisonous plant that required you to kiss whoever’s nearest to you if you found yourself under it? When they arrived at the party, Tobin snatched a cluster of mistletoe that was hanging right outside the elevators. He figured that was a fair place to steal it from, because as much as he loved the tradition, it was a bit of a cruel place to hang it, catching people off guard like that. Leif glanced over and saw him grab it, but just rolled his eyes as Tobin winked at him and smirked. 
“Hey guys!” Zoey greeted as they joined the group. “You can put your gifts over there…” She pointed to a small pile before glancing at the package in Tobin’s arms with concern. “I do not want to know what’s in there this year.” 
Tobin smiled wide. “Well, I tried hard to top Joan the chinchilla, but I think it was my peak.” 
Leif and Zoey rolled their eyes in unison as Leif gave Tobin a shove towards the stack of gifts. 
Tobin soon joined the rest of the party, dragging Leif with him and forcing him to dance to the loud music with him. As per usual, Mo had created a killer playlist, albeit a bit of a weird conglomeration of songs. Any playlist that went from a stunning, slow cover of Someday At Christmas (that seemed to have been sung by the DJ himself) immediately into the original version of Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer had to be made by someone at least a little bit high. 
About an hour into the party, Tobin could tell that Leif was getting overwhelmed by all the people and the sounds, so he silently took his hand and pulled him into the nest. 
“Thanks,” Leif said once they were out of earshot of others. He rubbed his neck awkwardly as he sat down on the conference table. “Sorry, I don’t know what was happening back there, I’ve been better with social stuff for a while, I guess it just… I dunno… it’s still hard sometimes.”
“Bro, it’s okay, I get it. You never need to apologize about anxiety stuff. And it’s not going to be all better, all the time, and that’s okay. You’ve been doing so good lately, Leif, and you deserve to celebrate that.” Tobin sat next to Leif and put his hand over Leif’s. 
Leif turned to him and smiled softly. “Thank you, babe.” 
Tobin lay his head on Leif’s shoulder and began rubbing gentle circles on Leif’s hand with his thumb. “You’re welcome.” 
Neither man spoke for a few minutes, and Tobin could hear Leif doing some deep breathing, something he often did as a way to calm his anxiety. 
Eventually, when Leif seemed to have fully relaxed, he turned towards Tobin and smiled at him again. “Have I mentioned that you look really nice tonight?” 
Tobin laughed. “A few times. But you can tell me again.”
“Well you do. Really nice.” 
Leif leaned forward and kissed Tobin, and Tobin counted it a win that his boyfriend kissed him at work with no mistletoe involved. 
Tobin pulled away much sooner than he wanted to, because they were still at a party after all. “Hey, you ready to go back?”
Leif squeezed his hand before standing up. “Yeah. I think so.”
  The two of them left the conference room, and only got a few strange looks from the other party-goers as they made their way back to the group. 
“There you are!” Zoey said as she and Simon made their way over. “We were waiting for you to start gifts.” 
The next half-hour was spent in a flurry of white elephant chaos, filled with plenty of cursing and sighing and coming close to tears begging someone to please steal their gift because they don’t even play an instrument, why do they need sheet music for the wii theme?! Although none of the gifts came close to the glory of Tobin’s chinchilla, it was unanimously decided that Leif won this year’s most outrageous gift with the collection of small cowboy hats that Simon ended up with (something Simon was weirdly pleased with receiving.) Tobin had pouted about this decision, seeing as the hats had originally been his idea, but his boyfriend looked so pleased about winning such a stupid contest that Tobin let him take the win without too much complaining. 
It was getting late, and the party would likely be wearing to a close soon. People were still dancing, however- Leif being one of them. He and Zoey and Simon were in the middle of the floor, moving in a way that they must have considered “dancing” (but was really just a weird movement of limbs all over the place). 
The red and green lights were reflecting in Leif’s hair, making the blond curls glow in a way that could only be described as magical. His suit jacket had been abandoned at some point in the evening, so he was wearing only a deep red short sleeve dress shirt with a green vest over it. Despite the cliche color scheme, the outfit looked great on Leif. Tobin watched as Leif threw his head back in laughter at something Simon said, and felt a weird flutter in his heart at the sight. Even after nearly two years of dating Leif, and nearly twelve years of being in love with him, the other man never failed to make Tobin feel like he was fifteen again, looking over at the boy playing video games on the couch next to him, and being hit with a rush of feelings so sudden and so strong that Tobin thought he was dying. 
Tobin moved suddenly from where he’d been standing next to George, asking his friend to hold his drink for a moment. He joined Leif on the dance floor right as Santa Baby faded out (the dance moves done for that song did not bear repeating, to say the least), and faintly processed Mo announcing that their final song of the night was White Christmas because it had just started snowing in San Francisco, so of course it was. 
“Hey.” Tobin announced his presence as he sidled up next to Leif, swaying slightly to the melody. 
“Hi!” Leif turned around so quickly that he needed to steady himself by grabbing on to Tobin’s waist (nothing Tobin was complaining about), his face flushed from dancing. 
“Care to dance?” Tobin put his arms up and around Leif’s shoulders, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Zoey and Simon had begun to slow dance away from them, seemingly lost in each other. 
Leif just smiled in response and began leading Tobin slowly around the floor. Neither one of them were particularly great at dancing, but it didn’t matter. As Tobin heard the song drawing to a close, he fumbled in his jacket pocket for the mistletoe he had grabbed earlier. Upon finding it, he raised his arm above both him and Leif’s heads so that the mistletoe hung above them.
“Hey L.” Tobin said to get his boyfriend’s attention, because he’d somehow not noticed the commotion.
“Yeah?”
“Look up.” Tobin smirked.
Leif did so and immediately rolled his eyes and blushed.
“Well?” Tobin knew he was being obnoxious but didn’t care. “I seem to recall someone here saying that it was wrong to not follow the rules of mistletoe. Are you really gonna go back on your word now-”
Leif shut Tobin up by kissing him. 
Tobin smiled into the kiss, moving his non-mistletoe hand to cradle Leif’s face. People were probably staring at them, but he didn’t care. It’s not like no one knew they were together. 
Leif pulled back after a minute, slapping the mistletoe with indignance until Tobin lowered his arm. Their faces were still close, foreheads resting together.
“Merry Christmas Tobes.” 
Tobin gave Leif another quick kiss and smiled at him. “Merry Christmas Leif.” 
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lanuvolanera · 3 years ago
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Sept 19th - Confession
Chapter 2
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The nerve of that guy, coming in here all concerned, kissing her, then telling her what she can and can't do. Who the hell does he think he is?
Sam understands Danny's point fully and completely, what would be the point of getting in the way when you're already injured. But this is different, Sam knows for a fact that Danny and Tucker would be stuck without her. After all, she's the one with all the witchcraft and ritual knowledge, if that's what it's going to take to bring this ghost down.
From an early age, Sam has always been interested in that sort of thing, interested in the practices and holidays of different cultures.
Good thing all of this knowledge and fascination comes useful when dealing with the paranormal, not everything can be explained away by science.
After a few calming breaths, she notices that Danny has left his backpack and laptop in her room, so she busies herself putting them onto her dresser.
Climbing into bed, she huffs and collapses into her pillow. Tomorrow they might have different attitudes, maybe not, but for now, time to go to sleep.
Good luck with that.
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The next morning, Sam gets her parents to call the school to inform them of her absence for the second day.
As far as Sam could tell, Pamela and Jeremy are still under the assumption that Sam had a nasty fall in PE the other day.
Her injury really isn't that bad, she can manage to walk. And so, she waits for her parents to leave for work that morning before getting ready to head to Skulk and Lurke.
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It's midday and Danny and Tucker are in the cafeteria, minus Sam, in their usual corner, when Tucker decides to ask then and there.
"So."
"So."
"How did it go last night?" Tucker asks before taking a sip of his milk.
"We kissed."
That sip of milk Tucker had in his mouth at that point? He'd sprayed it all over the table. That's not quite the answer he was expecting.
"What the hell? That's great, isn't it? Why have you been bummed out all morning?"
Danny looks up at him, pain in his eyes. Guilt, more like.
"We had an argument." Danny looks back down.
"So you kissed her then had an argument with her? That's a great way to start off a romantic relationship."
"Hey, she said she's coming with us to the warehouse tonight and I told her no, its too dangerous, and she took it as an attack on her personality or something."
"Well duh, have you met Sam? Tucker says with a blank expression.
"What if she gets hurt again?"
"What if I get hurt? What if you get hurt? This is just the risk we have to take. How long have we been doing this now?"
"2 years"
"See, and we've been hurt before and managed to bounce back. Sam said so the other day, her injury isn't as bad as it looks. Hell, I don't want her coming with us but guess what? We need her."
Danny stays quiet for a moment.
"I just don't want to take the risk..."
"I know, dude." Tucker says, returning to his milk.
"I should apologise."
Tucker decides to change the subject, and so, he asks.
"What was it like?"
Danny looks back up with a slight confused expression, so Tucker elaborates.
"The kiss."
That earned a crimson blush dusting across Danny's cheeks, and he stutters.
"Oh, that? It was just- it was- uh..."
Tucker patted his hand on his friends shoulder.
"It was amazing, honestly. Nothing those fake out make outs could ever compare to..."
"Aww, look at you, lover boy." Tucker laughed, giving Danny another firm slap at the top of his back.
Soon the bell rings, signalling for the students to attend their next classes. The pair clear away their things and head out of the cafeterias exit, idly chatting about tonight's plan.
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Sam manages to find a spare seat at the Skulk and Lurke, dumping the armful of books she'd picked off the shelves.
Glancing at the blurbs at the back of each book, Sam sorts them in the order of how promising these books sound, the more information she can get out of them, the better.
Sam glances up and who does she find?
Jazz spots her from the other side of the book store and waves. She begins her beeline over to Sam.
"Hey!" Jazz exclaims.
"Hey, Jazz. What are you doing here? This isn't your usual scene."
"I've come to check out some books on paranormal psychology." Figures. "Most of this stuff I've found are fictional but the imagination of these authors lead to interesting topics and questions on phychoanalysing ghosts and monsters. Great, huh?"
"Sure is."
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at school with Danny?"
"I'm off sick, actually." Sam says, lifting her leg up just so Jazz can see around the table leg.
"Oh. Shouldn't you be at home getting rest?" Jazz says with a stern yet concerned look on her face.
"I should but this is far more important."
"I see." Nothing gets past Jazz and her quizzical look, Sam can see the gears in her head turning.
"Why aren't you at school today?" Sam asks.
"Free period. Do you need help with anything?"
Sam glances between the books in front of her and back up to Jazz. Would it be so bad to let Jazz in on what Sam is trying to look for? Would Jazz be useful? Does she even know about all of the ritual and witchcraft stuff? Would she even be interested?
One way to find out.
"Sure."
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Danny had called Sam that morning, like he promised.
It was brief, and maybe a little awkward, though the plans they made were clear.
Sam managed to find the book Tucker mentioned and agreed to meet both Danny and Tucker at the Nasty Burger after school, to tell them all she had learnt to formulate a plan of attack.
Thing is, she never mentioned to him that she'd be bringing Jazz along.
The final school bell sounded not too long ago, and Danny and Tucker were half way towards the Nasty Burger when Jazz pulls her car up beside them, with Sam in the passenger seat.
The boys scramble in, and before they know it, Jazz is pulling into the Nasty Burger car park.
Entering the fast food joint, the four spot a booth in the far corner and make their way over. Sam and Danny squeeze in on opposite sides closest to the window. Tucker and Jazz hang back a bit.
"Hey, do you wanna join the queue with me?" Jazz asks, and Tucker nods, leaving the pair in the booth alone.
"Did it feel a little awkward in the car? Or was it just me?"
"They got into a bit of a fight last night." Tucker cleared up jazz's confusion.
"Jeez, they should get a room already." Jazz remarks nonchalantly, to which Tucker bursts out in laughter, alerting other customers to their presence.
Back at the table, the deafening silence was getting a bit too much before Danny has had enough.
"Look, I'm sorry for upsetting you. Again. You just- you mean a lot to me."
Sam looks up at him from the book she has in front of her and sighs.
"I'm sorry, too. I understand where you're coming from, I get it. Just, trust me, okay?"
"Okay." Danny replies with a small smile.
Now that that's out of the way, Sam begins telling him about how she bumped into Jazz, and that she offered to help. Because, honestly, they need all the help they can get.
Tucker and Jazz arrive back at the table with enough food for all four, and Sam gets to work.
"So, I found the 'witchcraft untold' book, and the review was right, Tuck, it is like a work of fiction, though based on facts, which I've cross referenced from other books. And what I've found interesting was this recipe for containment."
Sam brandished the page in question so the other three occupants of the table have a good view.
"My idea is to use this recipe and form a trap. We're gonna need a few things, like crystals, smudge sticks and bait. If what it says in the book is true, the ghost will freeze in the spot of the trap for us to figure out what to do next."
"How long will the trap work for?" Jazz asks.
"As long as no one destroys the trap, the ghost should stay there until we're ready to deal with it."
"Okay, so if this is part one of the plan, what's the next part?" Danny asks.
"Has that book mentioned a way to dispell it from our plane?" Tucker chimes in.
"Wait, why can't you just use the Fenton thermos?" Jazz looked confused. She'd guessed it hasn't worked in some way other wise they wouldn't be sitting here having this conversation.
"We encountered it last night, we had to leave it alone before anyone else got hurt." Danny said, glancing up at Sam and away in sorrow.
"We think this ghost is a type we haven't run into before, the thermos had no effect." Tucker cleared up.
"Right." Jazz says in morbid understanding.
"Part two would be to perform this ritual I found in another book, sending the spirit to hell, essentially." Sam says
"Hell is real?" Tucker asks in bewilderment. They're so used to knowing the existence of the ghost zone, that they can't really comprehend any other forms of dimensions. Earth being the opposite side of the ghost zone and vice versa, where else are people in passing supposed to thrive?
"Hell in figurative terms, I guess in this sense, another version or in another area of the ghost zone, maybe?" Sam tries.
"Makes sense." Danny says. "So how do we do this ritual?"
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gay-salt-amber · 3 years ago
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The phone call
Here's some notices or warnings before reading!
A trans man giving birth, Seungchuchu, Trans Phichit, Haikyuu x Yuri on Ice.
Seung-gil pov-
I entered the rink, sat down my bag and took a sip out of my thermos of coffee, "Hi coach." I greeted, tired and already done with my coach for the day.
"Greetings Seung-gil, sit down we need to figure out your skating routine for the next competition."
I nodded at my coach and sat down. I sat there, listening to my coach's instructions.. Well I wasn't really listening, I couldn't bring myself to focus... Phichit, my husband, had been really sick recently. I knew that he knew why but he wouldn't tell me, while some secrets were fine, it just felt to serious to be kept a secret. But if he wants to keep that stuff to himself, then I have no wish to pry into his business.
My coach, Min-so Park, must have noticed. She gave me a light flick on the ear and raised her voice by a inch, "Pay attention." She said.
I had to restraint myself from saying something else other then sorry, "Sorry, stuff has been happening at home."
"Don't carry that onto the ice, Seung-gil."
"..Sorry.." I said, trying to sound like I was actually sorry which I wasn't.
"Alright, now how about we do this song?" She said pointing to a list of songs she had written down.
"Sure, when are we going to figure out outfits though?"
"Probably tomorrow, we need to make sure this song is good for you before we figure out costumes."
She put the list down and walked over to the music-playing setup, "Lets start practice, Seung-gil."
I nodded as I re-tied my skates and went onto the ice, ready for a tiring day of practice. I just hope Phichit is doing alright.. I'm worried, so fucking worried.
Phichit pov-
I flushed the toilet, washed the disgusting taste out of my mouth out and exited the bathroom, I took my time walking down the stairs, holding onto the handle for dear life even though my feet were fine. I still don't wanna fall. Eventually after what felt like a lifetime, I made it to the couch where I flopped and grabbed my phone. As I massaged my headache, I hit Yuuri's contact, his nickname in my phone being 'bestie' I let out a silent swear as a sting of pain came but I hit the 'call' button and sucked up the pain.
Thankfully he picked up, even though he is at practice
"Hey Phichit, did you need something?"
I let out a small fake sob, "I feel like shit.."
"Oh, is Seung-gil with you?"
"No, he wanted to stay home but his coach made him come in.."
I could tell the Japanese skater was rolling his eyes, "Have I told you how much I hate his coach?"
"Yep."
After snickering I went back to the original topic, "But I wanted to ask you what you think I've come down with. Its been a week! I have never been sick for more then 2 days and I am scared!"
Yuuri clicked his tongue, "Ok.. Tell me more, I think I have an idea.."
"Well, I have been puking a lot.."
"That happens when you're sick typically.." Now that I think about it, yeah I do puke a bunch when I rarely get sick.
"Yeah.. And you know how I hate pickles?"
"Yes?"
"I now wanna dip those in chocolate and have it for breakfast."
"Any body pain?"
"Well my stomach and hurt like a bitch and my back wants to break."
"...." Yuuri went silent.
"Uh, Yuuri? Bestie? What's wrong?"
"Don't think I'm weird for saying this alright?"
"We've been friends for like 19 years, nothing you say will make me weirded out."
"You never got a bottom surgery when you transitioned right?"
"No, I still wanted kids so I never got much done, you know, minus getting my breasts removed."
"So, I think you should go get a pregnancy test.."
My eyes went wide, "Wha?! Why?!"
"I just think that you have a lot of the symptoms that pregnant people have. I may be wrong but its better now then later, right?"
I went quiet before speaking again, "...What will Seung-gil think?"
Yuuri went out a little chuckle, "Well, if he's as good a husband as you say, he'll stay there and help you."
I chuckled along, "Yeah.. I'll talk to you later."
When I hit the end call button, I threw my phone to the other side of a coach. Upon hearing that, Seung-gil's Siberian Husky came running over and hopped on the couch to try and make me feel better by rubbing his head against my hand.
I smiled bright "Hi buddy.."
"You may be getting a human friend in a few months if Yuuri was right.." I chuckled.
This made the dogs head perk up, his tail started wagging and he went out a bork of excitement.
"I know! so exciting!" I gave him head scratches before walking to the door and grabbing my keys
I turned back to Snow, "Dads gonna go out for a bit, don't cause too much havoc while I'm gone, ok?"
After hearing another bark from the grey-white dog, I left the large apartment and started to walk down the hallway. Even when I was in the lobby and out the front door to my car, I couldn't stop opening and closing my husbands contact.. 'Save it until you actually know..' After taking a breath and by that I mean about 10 breathes, I put the keys in and drove to the store to get the test.
When I pulled into the parking lot, I unbuckled slowly and got my hat and my mask. I did everything slowly, I was just nervous.. I then thought of how lucky I would be to have a kid.. All the happy moments, seeing Seung-gil falling asleep with a baby atop his chest, and that babies adorable face.. With those ideas in my head I opened my car door and practically ran into the store.
Once I entered, I walked to the pharmacy section and after scanning the shelf like 4 times, my eyes finally landed on the pregnancy test, "Damn I must have been staring at it for like 2 minutes." I joked, I grabbed it and walked to the counter to pay, I walked back out to my car and went about 9 miles over the speed limit to get home.
Seung gil pov-
It was coming to be the middle of practice, which was when I was allowed a really quick water break before starting practice again.
"Ok Seung-gil! You can have a water break!" Coach shouted
I nodded and walked over to the bench, right when I was about to grab my water, I heard my phone ringing. When I checked the name.. It was my husband, Phichit.
"I told you to not have your phone out during practice!"
"My husbands really sick so I couldn't really NOT have it on or out." I retorted
"Just answer it."
I rolled my eyes and answered, "Hello?"
Phichit's voice on the other line was nervous, "Uh.. Hey Seung-gil.. Can you come home? Like right now?"
"Why? Are you ok?"
"We just need to talk."
"Now?" I repeated
"Yeah, sorry for interrupting your practice dear.." He sighed
"No, no! It's ok, I don't wanna be here anyway."
Phichit laughed which made my heart glow, "Alright, see you soon."
"See you soon." And with that I ended the call, grabbed my stuff and walked to the exit.
"SEUNG GIL LEE WHERE THE WORLD ARE YOU GOING?! YOU STILL HAVE PRACTICE!" My coach yelled from the rink,
My voice went back to being cold instead of sweet like when I was on the phone, "Home."
The brown haired woman started running in my direction, "Oh hell no!" But by the time she said that the door was open and I was walking to my car and quickly on the road.
--When he got home--
Once I opened the door I hear the muffled tv in the background, I kicked off my shoes at the door gave the dog some love and went to sit on the couch next to my husband.
"Welcome home.." The Thai's boy was quiet.
"So what did you wanna talk about dear? You never call me back from practice...."
"Uh.. You know how I said I was trans? How I was born a girl not a male?"
"Yes?"
Phichit stood up and walked in the direction of the bedroom, "Its best I show you, wait here.."
I nodded and waited. he came back a minute later, holding a something that looked familiar to me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Once he sat down he handed the long stick to me,
"Guess what.. You're a dad.." His voice was nervous
I looked at the pregnancy test.
Then back to him.
"I get it if you are mad if I didn't tell you sooner that this could happen but, I have always wanted to start a family with you so, please, help me parent our child."
I couldn't even speak, I just wrapped my arms tightly around Phichit, "There is no universe where I would pass up to take care of a child with you." I breathed before continuing to speak, "I love you so much. We are going to have a happy family here, ok? I will do whatever I can to support our family."
When I finally looked up at my husband, tears were streaming down his face, I panicked, "Why are you crying?! Did I say something?!"
He laughed, wiping his small tears away, "No, you're just fine. I'm just.. happy."
I gave him a kiss on the forehead, "Are you hungry? I was thinking of ordering pizza."
"Can you get me pineapple pizza..?"
I let out a snort, "Sure."
--After ordering pizza--
Once we sat down, we happily ate, I smiled as I watched Phichit devour his pizza and his cute little face have pizza sauce get dotted on the cheeks and his chin. After he chewed he started to speak
"Hey I have a question about your coach."
I put down my pizza and looked at the cute boy, "What of her?"
"Well, I think you either need to talk to her, or get a new coach."
"I mean I would love to, but why?" I asked
"She never lets you have any holidays off or anything, no special days, no calling in before hand, no calling in sick, nothing! The only way you get out of practice is just walking out. I feel like when the kid is born, that wont be an option anymore."
I nodded my head, taking a bite from my pizza, "Yeah, you're right. I wanted to find a new coach anyway, I just needed a reason."
Phichit chuckled before gasping, "Hold on! I need to go call some people!"
I rubbed my forehead, giving a small smile, "Who are you calling?"
"Y'know, Guang-Hong, Leo and Yuuri! Imma tell them they're uncles now!"
"Alright! Don't take too long!"
A few minutes later I could hear excited gasps and congratulations coming from the kitchen
---A few months later--
Phichit pov-
I was on the phone panicking, Seung-gil couldn't be here, his coach wouldn't let him leave no matter how hard he tried so I was on the phone with Yuuri.
"Stay calm till I get there! I'll get you to the hospital Phichit."
"It fucking hurts!"
"I know just hold on!"
A few minutes later of trying to talk to keep the pain away, the door swung open with Yuuri behind it, he came over, helped me up and we got into the car.
"You're going to be a dad.. Mom? What do you wanna be called anyway?" Yuuri asked
"Whatever the child prefers."
"Do you know the gender yet?"
"No we decided to wait till he's born, which I guess is soon!" I was excited but also nervous.
"..Seung-gil will find a way to get to the hospital to see you, even if he has to jump out a window or something."
I snorted, "Victor did that didn't he?"
"I mean, yeah~"
We finally made it to the hospital and after circling the parking spot a few times, we got out and walked through the entrance.
"When I come out my life's gonna be so different.."
"Mhm! But that's a good thing!" Yuuri reminded me
"Yeah."
--About 15 minutes later--
Seung gil pov-
Once I finally got away from my coach by jumping out the window of the boys locker room and was able to maneuver my ass through the rush hour traffic, I arrived at the hospital. When I entered I instantly spotted Yuuri Katsuki, my husbands best friend and ran over to him.
"How is he?!"
"Thank god you're here."
I sat down and panted, "Yeah, my coach forced me to stay at practice, I had to crawl out through a window."
"Knew it."
"Anyway, is Phichit doing ok?"
Yuuri nodded, "Yes, they have him back there now."
"Can I not go in?"
"Ok."
I started tapping my foot from nervousness I didn't notice Yuuri get up but when I did he was holding coffee in his hand, "Here. They had a coffee cart over there, I figured you would want something to drink."
I took it from his hand, "Thanks."
"So what are you hoping for?"
"Heh, Phichit was hoping for a boy and I would be dead if I said a girl." I laughed
"Do you have a name in mind?"
"Not really, we know we want to change his last name so he can live a normal life though."
"Any ideas for that?"
"We'll figure it out. Phichit is a spur of the moment person, y'know?"
"Oh I know that too well." Yuuri took a sip of his drink before speaking again
"So, you remember when I was watching your dog at my house?"
"Yes?"
"Our dogs cuddled."
My mouth went wide, "Do you have photos?!"
"Yep!"
about 4 hours later-
"Family and friends of Phichit Lee may come in now." The doctor called
I looked at Yuuri, "You go by yourself first Seung-Gil he wants to see you more then me."
I got up and walked to the room and sat on a chair next to the hospital bed,
"Say hello to your son!" Phichit said, a smile from ear to ear on his face.
"He's adorable." I said, reaching out my pointer finger, which the little boy grabbed and held onto with his tiny hands.
"Mhm."
The child blinked a bit, "He has your eyes." I pointed out
"Just as cute too." Phichit added
"Mhm."
"So, what are we thinking for names?"
"Uhh.. I was actually thinking about it in the car."
"Oh? What did you come up with?
"I was thinking of naming him Sakusa Kiyoomi."
"That sounds good."
"Do you want to hold him?"
"Sure."
I reached my hands out and Phichit handed me my son, "I'm really a father.."
"Mhm. I love you so much."
"I love you too dear," He reached out and booped Sakusa nose
"And I love you too, Sakusa."
-16 years later-
Sakusa pov-
I was texting Atsumu, my boyfriend about practice and such.
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'Tsumu: Hey sweet, adorable love of my life ♥♥! I have a question
Omi: Please use normal pet-names
'Tsumu: Nah
Omi: 😶😑Yes, dear?
'Tsumu: When am I gonna meet your parents? 🤔
Omi: You can come over after practice, if you want.
'Tsumu: Woah! 😲 Really?!
Omi: Sure, I don't care.
'Tsumu: Wait, aren't you at practice too?
Omi: Yeah we're taking a water break
'Tsumu: Well, I'll leave you alone! Love you! See you later tonight Omi-Omi! 😍😘💗💓
Omi: See you then, 'Tsumu <3
----
When I turned off my phone I didn't realize my cousin, Kimori, was standing right over me reading my texts.
"So, hows the married life?
"CHRIST!" I yelped
I regained my composure as the rest of the team looked over, "Great, how are you and that snake boy?" I was referring to Suguru Daishou, who was the captain of the Nohebi Academy volleyball team.
Kimori let out a gasp of betrayal, "Rude!"
"Right.."
The coach called us back onto the court, I stood up and ran back to the court with my team.
--After practice--
I sat there at the train stations coffee shop and sipped on a thing of tea while working on my laptop. I wanted to finish up school work before 'Tsumu got here, after all. While I was typing away on a writing assignment, my phone buzzed, it was one of my dads, Phichit Lee. I finished typing the paragraph, I placed a period, picked up my phone and went to answer the message.
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Pops: Hey Kiddo👋, me and your dad will be late coming home from practice. Stop by the rink ⛸⛸ if you need anything! ♥♥
Kiyoomi: Will do. Also I will be having my boyfriend over.
Pops: Oh! 😲 Me and your dad can stay out later if you need us to😁
Kiyoomi: No, he wanted to meet you and dad.
Pops: We'll try to get home early in that case!
Kiyoomi: Alright good luck with that pair skate practice
Pops: We're gonna need it 😗
--
After about 15 minutes I looked out of the store and saw that Tsumu's train was pulling in, I got in and waited closer to the train for him. Once he got out I called out for him.
"'Tsumu!" I called
When I did that he ran full speed at me and wrapped his hands around my neck, with my hands wrapping around his waist.
He started placing kisses on my cheeks, "Its been so long!"
I laughed, "Its been a week."
"Same difference!"
I gave a final smile before I grabbed the fake blondes hand and led him to my car.
"So, I'm meeting your parents today?"
I nodded, "They may be late home, but yes."
We got into the car and kept talking about what was going to happen tonight,
"I'm so nervous, y'know?"
"Heh, you don't need to be, don't worry."
I then remembered something, "Also my uncle is dropping by so you'll get to meet them."
"Oo! Cool!"
I plugged my aux cord and handed the phone to 'Tsumu, "Its your turn for music this weekend dear, please don't play The Bee Movie sound track the whole way home."
"Awh! You're lucky I love you Omi!"
He put on Shinedowns new album Amaryllis, so I was happy.
"Nice song choice."
Tsumu rested my hand on top of mine which was already resting on his thigh.
"Do you want me to stop and get coffee or something? Or do you wanna head straight to my place?"
"Meh I had coffee earlier, we can head to your place."
"Oh you haven't been to my place before have you? It's always me visiting you."
"Yeah! That just makes me more excited!"
I smiled.
"Wait.. I NEED TO ASK FOR YOUR BABY PHOTOS!"
"NO!"
We finally pulled into the garage of the apartment complex and exited the car. When we entered the lobby Atsumu spoke up, "This is a really nice looking place."
"Yeah my folks make good money so we have a good sized apartment." I explained as we walked to the elevator
I hit the '8' button and waited till the doors re-opened, we exited as an elderly couple entered and walked to the apartment as the numbers went up across the doors, 801, 802, 803, 804... Finally we reached the apartment, with the silver plaque reading 810. I twisted the key and was instantly greeted by Snow and Makkachin. Makkachin was staying here just because Victor and Yuuri were in Russia and Makkachin was getting too old to travel, y'know, being 15 and all.
Atsumu instantly got down on his knees to give Snow head scratches, "Oh my god! You have dogs! Why didn't you tell me?!"
"Snow is my parents and Makkachin," I said pointing to the dogs as I mentioned them, "Is just staying here till my uncle comes to get them today."
"They're so pretty!"
"Mhm."
Me and Atsumu took off our shoes, I went to the kitchen, filled up the dogs bowls, washed my hands and then crashed on the couch.
Once Atsumu noticed my presence he laid his head on my lap "Your place is nice, Omi-Omi."
"Thanks."
"..Can I change positions so we can both be comfy?" I asked
Atsumu nodded and sat up so I could lay down, Atsumu then laid onto my chest, listening to my breathing and heart beat.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
-10 minutes later-
After we laid there and watched tv for a bit, I heard a knock on the door, "That must be my uncle." Atsumu shot up, and followed me to the door.
When I opened it, I saw my uncle, Nikiforov-Katsuki Yuuri and his husband Victor standing to his left. Once they took a step in the door Makkachin came bolting towards them
"Makkachin! My baby!" Victor called out as he lifted Makkachin into his arms.
Atsumu stood in surprise for a minute while I talked to them. Does he know that they're famous figure skaters? No, I think his twin brother Osamu and his team captain Kita are into that stuff.
"So, before you go I want you to meet someone," I started, I gestured to my boyfriend as I spoke, "This is my boyfriend, Atsumu Miya."
Yuuri smiled and shook his hand, "Its a pleasure to meet you, Atsumu."
After Victor did the same they turned to leave before Atsumu spoke up, "Wait! Can I get your autographs? My captain and brother are big figure skating fans and they would kill me if I passed this up."
Victor and Yuuri laughed and nodded, "Sure! We'd love to!"
Victor and Yuuri signed the autograph to Osamu and wrote below it, "Your brothers cool!" and the one to Kita with "The best captain ever! Kita!"
"Thank you."
"Of course! Your family now after all!"
After we said our goodbyes, Yuuri and Victor left me and my boyfriend alone again. I looked at Atsumu, grabbed his hand and we walked back over to the couch to watch tv while Snow slept on her bed near us. Atsumu kept insisting that we watch Gilmore Girls until I finally gave in and we ended up binging to season 3.
"I'm telling you! Luke is the best!"
"Aand why do you think that?"
I shrugged, "Meh Lorelai is better."
"No!"
We kept bickering like children for a few minutes before I pulled my lover in for a kiss, that managed to shut him up. But his red face was too cute to not kiss over, and over, and over again. So that's exactly what I did.
"A kiss here." I said giving a kiss on his cheek, "And a kiss for the other side," "A kiss here," "And a kiss here,"
"Omiiiiiiii~"
I laughed, stopping my kissing spree after I kissed every spot on his face, "I love you."
"I love you more, baby dearest."
I smiled, "Just call me baby or dear. Baby dearest sounds weird."
"Awh but its cute!"
Snow barked as they awoke from their nap
"See? Even snow agrees that its cute!"
I looked over at Snow with a deadpan look, "Really? I know you like my boyfriend because he gave you belly rubs, but, really?"
--When Seung-gil and Phichit got home--
I was too focused on the snoring Atsumu on my chest to hear the clicking of the front door, the removal of shoes, or the hanging of keys. It was only when I was a flash off a camera did I know that my parents saw my boyfriend laying on my lap.
My dad started rapidly typing on his phone, "Seung-gil! Get in here! This is adorable!"
The black haired Korean walked into the room, "Phichit, lets let them relax and get dinner started ok?"
"OK!" After that, Seung-gil was walking to the kitchen and Phichit speed walking to keep up.
After a few more minutes Atsumu woke up from his nap with a yawn, "Hey Omi-kun."
"Good morning dear."
I started petting his head when spoke, "Did your parents come home?"
"Mhm."
"WAIT WHAT?!"
"Shh.. I just wanted you to sleep, its fine."
"..OK."
Then I heard a gasp from the kitchen
"SEUNG-GIL! SAKUSAS BOYFRIEND IS AWAKE!"
My dads had came peaking out from the corner 2 seconds later, "Atsumu, this is my dad."
The cheerful boy sat up and shook my dads hand, "Hi, I'm Atsumu Miya."
"Im Phichit Lee."
"Hold on im gonna go get your other dad." My dad said before leaving the room to go grab his husband.
"Wait... YOU HAVE TWO DADS AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME?!"
"You never asked."
"Humph." Atsumu huffed, turning his head.
"Oh come on.. Look at me dear."
"Nu!"
"I'll let you see baby pictures of me later." I offered.
"..."
I sighed and grabbed his hand, "We'll go get fatty tuna tomorrow with Kimori and his boyfriend."
Atsumu head perked up, "Yes! I love you!"
After that, my dad came in the room with my other dad, "My name is Seung-Gil Lee." He greeted before shaking Atsumu's hand.
After that we sat down at the dinner table, with me and Atsumu on one side and my parents on the other.
"So how long have you two been together?" Phichit asked
"Since our first year of Highschool." I answered
My dads smile grew, "Wait! Are we the first ones in the family to know?!"
"Nah, Uncle Leo and Guang-Hong know."
He gasped dramatically and put a hand on his chest, "My own squad betraying me like that, so tragic~"
"Also heres a question." Atsumu started
"Yes?"
"Whos your favorite character in Gilmore Girls?"
"Luke." Seung-Gil said
This caused my dad to look at him with bewilderment, "Am I just getting betrayed tonight?! Lorelai is SO much better!"
"Nope."
After we finished eating we went to the living room and chatted.
"So what happened at practice?"
"Oh I got a story," Seung-gil started, putting his cup down.
"So you know how me and your dad are skating on the same rink as the Russian team till our rink gets redone?"
"Yes?"
"So apparently Georgi is dating that one French skater."
"Which one?"
"Jean.. Douche? Y'know that Akaashi boys dad."
That comment made Atsumu nearly spit out his drink, Phichit's dark eyes went wide, "Are you ok?!"
"Yeah, my best friends just dating Akaashi so it was just surprising that he's part French."
"Wait, I thought Oikawa was your best friend?"
"I have multiple best friends, Omi."
"Anyway, so, I heard that Kimori got a boyfriend~"
"Phichit, dear, love of my life, please don't tell me your using your sisters kids life as blackmail."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Yeah he does." I answered
"Do you have photos?!"
"Dad, I wouldn't be your child if I didn't have blackmail."
I quickly pulled up a photo and showed it to my dads,
(Here's the photo, credit to the artist)
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And with that my dad started gushing over the photo, "Awh! Thats so cute!"
"Speaking of cute, do you have Sakusa's baby photos?"
"Oh you bet I do!"
For the next half an hour they looked at baby photos.
Once Atsumu got ready to leave, he asked for a final thing, "Can I get your autographs? My captain and twin brother love figure skating and you two are some of their favorites."
They nodded and signed the papers, and with that, I gave Atsumu a kiss on the cheek and he left.
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"Sooo whens the wedding?"
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soul-music-is-life · 4 years ago
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Could you do Sam’s first Christmas season? Please ? Hope you and you’re family are safe
Happy Holidays.
Much love.
Stay safe everyone.
*****
The holidays weren’t perfect. It had been hellacious to try and convince two moody teenagers to dress up like their moms and baby brother, but Lily and Grace begrudgingly put on the red and white flannel outfits because they wanted their little brother to have good memories to look back on.
Emily had gone overboard with the decorations, as always. Alison had come to love the over-the-top antics throughout the years. Emily had been big on Christmas since she was a kid.
Her dad was often overseas, so any time they were able to celebrate they went all out for it. The holidays had always meant a lot to her. Alison had learned to appreciate her affinity for it. Her enthusiasm was infectious.
The house smelled like peppermint and holly. The aroma of cinnamon was in the air. Emily had decorated the living room with several different Santas, candy canes, twinkling lights, wreaths, and snowmen. The tree was fully trimmed. They’d done it as a family.
It emitted the spirit of the season. Lily and Grace loved the decorations.
They loved the matching clothes a little less.
“We look like illegitimate candy canes.” Lily walked into the living room tugging at the sleeves on her pajamas.
Grace was padding along behind her.
“Don’t let your mother hear that. She’ll smite you in the name of Christmas.” Alison moved an ornament from the tree, trying to make everything look symmetrical. She wanted it to be perfect.
Bad mouthing Christmas was a punishable offense in the DiLaurentis-Fields house. The girls knew better. Yet they let their dissatisfaction be known.
“We look so tacky.” Grace lifted her arms to observe the long-sleeved shirt.
“How could you allow this fashion faux pas, mom?” Lily reached for the matching hat.
“Don’t ask her. She proposed to me in sweats and a pug sweatshirt.” Emily sauntered down the stairs.
She had Sam in her arms in his matching onesie, red pants, and red and white Christmas booties. He was bouncing and babbling to himself.
“Wait. For real?” Grace looked at Alison. “Way to be romantic, mom.”
“Love is love, smart-ass, regardless of fashion.” Alison playfully whacked the back of her head.
“Ah, sarcasm and abuse. It’s Christmastime alright.” Lily took in a breath of the fresh pine scent.
When Emily got to the bottom of the steps Sam started wiggling. He saw his sisters and lit up in delight. He loved traipsing along behind them and crawling in their laps.
She put him down. He clapped his hands in excitement and toddled towards them.
Grace and Lily fawned over him, encouraging him and clapping their hands loudly.
He latched on to Lily’s leg when he reached her, hugging her and cooing.
“Hi, Sammy.” Lily smiled down at him. He was gripping her pajama bottoms in between his little fingers. “You look like a little peppermint.”
“Awww.” Grace walked next to her sister and brother. “Suddenly I don’t hate these outfits so much. It’s cute when he wears it.”
Sam let go of Lily’s pant legs and looked up at Grace.
“Gace.” He still hadn’t mastered saying her name. For the longest time he’d pronounced it ‘gays’, which his mothers had thought was absolutely hysterical. “Gace up.” He lifted his hands and begged to be picked up.
“Hey, little man.” She leaned down and lifted him off of the floor. “You get to meet Santa today. You excited?”
Sam wasn’t paying attention to her anymore. He’d shifted his focus to Lily, reaching for her. Grace passed him off. He hugged her neck and murmured, “sissy, wuv.” His way of telling his sisters he loved them. 
Alison glanced at Emily as she reached for her phone to snap a photo. They loved capturing moments of their kids getting along.
“Down.” He ordered after about ten seconds.
He marveled at the lights on the tree as his family got set up for the picture. Every so often his moms had to pull him away so he wouldn’t rip an ornament down. He started to get fussy about it, so Alison put him in his play area.
They got into position and Emily set up the automatic timer on the camera. She walked around the Christmas tree to where Sam’s play area was set up. But he wasn’t in it.
“Em, hurry up. The light is flashing.” Alison tried to hurry her along.
“Uh...we’ve got a jail break.” Emily spun around.
She caught a glimpse of movement between the tree and the window. She quickly followed him.
She hadn’t been expecting to come out the other side to see that her son had stripped out of his outfit and diaper. He was only wearing his booties. He’d put a stocking on his head. It had slipped down over his forehead and was resting near his brows like the brim of a hat.
He looked up at his mom and grinned. Then he turned to run away, because he loved to make his parents and sisters chase him.
“Sammy! Get back here!” Emily stumbled around their presents.
“What...” Grace looked over and saw her brother stark naked and started howling in laughter.
Sam ran in front of the camera, directly in Alison’s line of sight. He had a snowflake ornament in his hand.
“Sam!” Alison exclaimed in surprise.
There was a rustling noise behind them. Grace had laughed herself into such a stupor that she was falling backwards into the tree. She knocked into it, nearly sending it falling into Emily, who was on the other side.
Emily popped out as the tree started to fall. Alison leaped forward and grabbed the tree to try and salvage the ornaments. She managed to get it upright again, but several ornaments fell into the pile of presents below it.
Lily had grabbed Grace’s arm to keep her from falling. Her other arm was stretched towards her little brother.
“Come here, buddy.” She tried to entice him.
“Heeee.” A huge grin spread across his face.
He watched in amusement as they pulled everything back together. He took a few wobbly steps towards his family, but tripped over his booties. He caught himself before he hit the floor, his baby-powdered bottom in the air in direct line of the camera, which was capturing the entire sequence of events.
The camera clicked as Emily reached down to grab him. When she had him in her arms she looked over at her wife and her daughters. They were all staring in utter disbelief.
The living room was completely silent.
“Tree!” Sam exclaimed in delight, pointing towards the tree that he’d nearly destroyed.
As he jutted his finger forward an ornament fell off of a limb and bonked Grace in the head.
“Best Christmas ever.” Lily smiled at the mayhem.
Sam giggled and then buried his face in Emily’s shoulder. The stocking fell off of his head, leaving him butt naked, with the exception of his feet.
Emily looked at Alison. They started laughing. Grace and Lily joined in. Emily walked over to her family.
“Guess he didn’t like the matching pajamas either.” Grace reached over to tousle his hair.
"Shall we try that again? Minus the demolition derby?” Alison leaned forward and tickled the little boy’s cheek.
“I’ve got his clothes.” Lily snapped his onesie in the air, sending a few pine needles to the floor.
Emily handed the baby off to Alison and went to set the camera up again while Alison got Sam redressed.
They gathered in front of the tree and took several photos in various different poses. None of them could contain their giggles.
After the photos were finished the twins insisted on making gingerbread cookies. They burned the first batch, but the second batch had been perfect.
They were finishing up the cookies as their moms got Sam ready for his picture with Santa.
Grace slid a spatula underneath the little man-shaped cookie, moving it off of the cookie sheet. Lily opened the oven with a mitt on and reached inside to grab the last of the cookies.
When she turned around Grace was squeezing some icing into a spoon.
“We have to wait for them to cool before we can decorate them.” Lily put the hot pan down against the stove. 
“Mind your business.” Grace shoved the spoon full of icing into her mouth. 
She stuck her tongue out at her sister. She hadn’t expected Lily to laugh in response.
“What’s so funny?”
“Your teeth are green.” Lily grinned.
“Girls! Are you almost ready?” Alison exclaimed.
They heard stampeding footsteps racing towards them. Sam’s boots clunked against the kitchen floor. He was wearing a light brown Christmas jumper that had a hood with reindeer antlers.
“It smells like Christmas in here.” Emily clapped her hands together in excitement.
She loved it when her girls got into the spirit.
“We thought we could decorate the cookies as a family after Sam meets Santa.” Lily double-checked to make sure the oven was off.
Sam saw the cookies and his eyes lit up. He reached up towards the cabinet, trying to grab them.
“No, no. That’s hot, buddy.” Lily swooped down and picked him up.
Grace picked up a cookie that had cooled down.
“Emily, you have to look at these pictures.” Alison walked in the kitchen with an amused look on her face, her phone in her hand.
The images from the digital camera automatically saved to their phones, but Emily hadn’t had a chance to look at them yet. Alison was swiping through them, laughing at each one.
“We’ll get little man situated in his car seat.” Grace broke off a piece of the gingerbread cookie and handed it to Sam.
He squeezed it with his fingers and brought the cookie up to his mouth. He closed his lips around it and started gumming it.
“Careful with the sugar. Don’t let him get too sticky.” Alison glanced at the twins.
“We got this. Relax.” Grace waved it off.
They went to grab Sam’s diaper bag. Emily and Alison sorted through the images, trying to choose one for a Christmas card. They had to have it ready when they went to the mall. They were planning on dropping it off to make multiple prints while Sam got his picture with Santa.
“My mom is going to love these.” Emily zoomed in on a picture where all of them, including Sam, were smiling at the camera.
“Never in a million years did I think we would be those people.” Alison shook her head with a laugh.
“The suburban mommies who force their children to wear matching jammies?” Emily asked.
Alison snorted.
“Say jammies again. It’s adorable.” She leaned into Emily, putting her hand against the brunette’s shoulder.
“I’ll show you adorable.” Emily moved forward and planted a kiss on her lips.
“Mmm.” Alison smiled. “You taste like peppermint.”
“Merry Christmas.” Emily lifted her brows with a smile.
“Maybe after the kids go to bed we can play a little Mrs. and Mrs. Claus?” Alison suggested. “I still have the sexy outfit from last year...”
"Merry Christmas to me.” Emily liked the sound of it.
Emily looked at the photo on her phone again.
“You know, these are cute.” Emily admired her family. “It’s kind of weird though. All the Christmases we had when we were younger were never normal. The first one without you after you disappeared was hard.”
Alison looked down at the floor.
“Sometimes I wish I could go back and fix everything about our childhood.” She chewed on her inner cheek.
“It got us here. So there’s that.” Emily smiled warmly at her wife. “Things were just different when I was a kid. My mom and dad went out of their way to spoil me on Christmas. I just want to make sure our kids have that experience. But maybe I’m trying too hard. Trying to overcompensate.” Emily shrugged. “I miss my dad a lot this time of year. This makes me feel like he’s with us.”
Alison felt a twinge in her heart. Emily held her emotions about her dad inside for the most part, but every so often she let her guard down. Alison knew how she felt. She missed her mom. The woman had been horrible, but she was still her mother. It was hard not having her around on the holidays.
“I love what you do for us. The girls, too.” She rubbed Emily’s arm.
“Yeah, I know.” Emily swiped through a few more photos. “But this year feels a little different.”
She scrolled through the photos until she got to the chaotic scene of their son rebelling against Christmas. She chuckled.
“See, this feels more real to me than all those other pictures.” She laughed at the image of everything falling apart. They all had genuine smiles on their faces.
“I thought you were going to get impaled by an icicle ornament.” Alison looked at the picture.
In the photo she had her mouth wide open. Her eyes were fixed on the tree, which was a blurring motion of lights.
They went through a couple more photos. Emily stopped when she landed on a picture where Sam was mooning the camera. It was right after he’d fallen over and caught himself on his palms. His little butt was in the air. Behind him it looked like Lily and Grace were toppling into the tree. Alison had her hands thrown up in surprise and Emily was stumbling out of the rubble. It looked like she was diving towards Sam.
Emily craned her neck forward and started laughing. It was the funniest thing she had ever seen in her life. And it was real. It was their family.
“Oh, this is priceless.” Emily felt tears of joy stinging her eyes. She couldn’t stop laughing. “We’re using this one.”
Alison peered at the photo. She saw the slack-jawed less-than-perfect appearance on her face and shook her head.
“Over my dead body.”
“Again? You know, you can only fake your death so many times...” Emily teased.
“You shut up.” Alison laughed in surprise.
“Come on. Look at it. This is us. I don’t think I could find anything better to represent what our family is like every day.”
“Complete and utter chaos?”
“Exactly.”
“Moms!” Lily called. “We’re ready!”
“We’ll continue this debate in the car.” Emily swiped the keys with a smile on her face. She knew she’d already won. She always got her way at Christmas. But for a little extra insurance she made a suggestion. “We’ll see what the girls think.”
Alison knew she was fighting a losing battle. Lily and Grace had Emily’s sense of humor.
By the time they got to the mall it had been decided. The disastrous picture was going to be their card.
The theme of disaster continued when they took Sam to meet Santa. He had cried when Alison placed him on Santa’s lap.
At first he’d been too distracted by his sisters making funny faces at him to notice the strange man with the white beard. But then he turned around. His little body jolted in surprise. His lip quivered when he saw the stranger.
He had spun around and reached for his mommies, his arms outstretched and his hands gripping at the air as he whined.
“It’s okay, Sammy.” Alison kneeled next to him as Santa bounced him on his knee.
“We’re right here, baby.” Emily leaned next to Alison. She played with Sam’s fingers.
Sam whimpered and looked back at Santa. The jolly old fellow smiled at him. Sam’s brows dipped down in apprehension and confusion. He reached for the beard and gave it a tug.
Santa laughed. When Sam saw him smile he smiled back.
Emily and Alison slowly backed away so they could snap the photo before their son noticed they weren’t next to him anymore.
They managed to get a halfway decent photo before he started to cry again. When Alison took him away from Santa he wrapped his arms around her neck and sniffled, laying his cheek against her shoulder. She rubbed his back and spoke quietly to him to calm him down.
He fell asleep on the way home, which they had expected. He’d had a big day, and it wasn’t quite over yet.
After he woke up from his nap he got to decorate cookies with his sisters. He got icing everywhere, including in his hair. 
When they were done with the cookies they had one last surprise for him.
They all bundled up to take him to look at the decorative lights all around the city. He had been in awe of them.
In the end it wasn’t the presents or the tree or the smell of the gingerbread men his big sisters made that Sam enjoyed the most about his first Christmas. It was the lights.
The blue icicle shaped lights that were hanging in the window at his house. The multicolored blinking lights outlining the neighbor’s house. The twinkling twilight lights set to “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” at the end of the block. The lights outlining Santa’s reindeer in a set-up a few streets over.
Large trees outlined in white lights. Candy canes in red and white spiral patterns. Christmas scenes from Santa’s workshop. Penguins playing in the snow. Presents and stars. Lights set to musical numbers.
He was fascinated by all of them. His favorite was a light parade of white and blue glowing shower lights spanning an entire house. Rainbows of greens and reds were set in an arch on a timer. White lights near the roof twinkling made it look like a winter wonderland.
“Oooh.” Sam lifted his chubby little hand and pointed his index finger towards the light display. The lights illuminated his face in different colors. “Whoooa.” He smiled.
He watched in amazement as he gummed a soft gingerbread cookie, leaving it a sopping drooling mess on his face.
Lily swiped away the drool on his chin. He made a face to showcase his disapproval, but then giggled and turned back towards the light display.
Seeing Christmas through their baby brother’s eyes gave Lily and Grace a new appreciation for the holiday. And it rejuvenated their tired moms.
It hadn’t been a perfect Christmas. The photoshoot had been a disaster. The girls had burned the cookies. Sam had cried meeting Santa. He had broken a Christmas ornament and scared himself and had ripped into a present that wasn’t his. The house was a mess by the time the night was over.
But that didn’t take away the joy that Alison and Emily felt when they put their tired boy to bed that night in his Christmas Pjs. They had listened as Lily and Grace read him The Night Before Christmas. They sang him Christmas carols until he fell asleep.
They laid in bed together that night, knowing their traditions weren’t perfect. But the traditions were theirs.
Christmas wasn’t about perfection. It was about the love of their family, and the memories that would last a lifetime...including the photo of a mischievous little boy running around in nothing but Christmas booties and a stocking on his head that was framed and put on their mantle as a reminder of the joy they had felt that day.
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whenimgoodandready · 4 years ago
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(patriotic music plays) In 1777, Lafayette was commissioned by General Washington to lead his troops in the American Revolution which led them to victory! This alliance between the French and Americans was what brought the holiday, The French-American Friendship Week🇫🇷🇺🇸. (record scratch) Okay, so it’s not a legit holiday cuz it was strictly made up for plot purposes on the show, but the events did happen as Americans and French are allies. History repeats itself so let’s see if our French heroes can ally with the American heroes in this very first Miraculous World trilogy of traveling:
Miraculous World
•New York – United HeroeZ-We start with a big damn intro that Thomas was probably inspired by other movie productions such as the “20th Century Fox” with its spotlights, “Universal” with its globe and even “Disney” with its Enchanted Castle. They even had an orchestra with the “Miraculous Ladybug” theme song playing (they went all out!). With the millions this show made it’s no surprise am I right or am I right!? Huh? Huh? Huh? HUH!? There’s a lot that went on in this special, and I know you’re all informed by it, even with the side stories, but I’m not gonna type all that went on and just put in the Pros and Cons so it can be faster. Let’s go:
Pros:
•The Space Powerups-Meet Cosmobug and Astrocat! Finally! We got to see their space forms and they looked pretty alright. Except they never really went to space and I would’ve preferred they did while battling some alien akuma, but it was still nice to see it. I liked Ladybugs space look best.
•The Native American Miracle Box-The final treat of the special and we see another miracle box and it’s guardian! Our first look is the Eagle miraculous which is a talon necklace that has an eagle like Kwami named Liiri who grants the user the power of liberation (which can be used for both good and evil). This was given to Sparrow who got promoted from sidekick to an independent hero! Congrats Sparrow! Fellow miraculers, I give you, Eagle! (trumpets sound). There was no eagle in the Native American zodiac, but I guess it’s part of the five pack and not the main duo like the Chinese Miracle box with its zodiac. There’s always the basic 12 zodiacs, the five elements and the two most important good/bad luck miraculouses. The guardian for the Native American miracle box was a chief like man who was stern, protective, and serious, but with a sense of understanding as he allowed Sparrow to keep their miraculous and start a new generation of supers with the rest thanks to Uncanny Valley.
•New York Heroes/Villains-Get this folks, Majestia, that superwoman Alya is a huge fan of, is real! Yeah! And Knightowl, Principal Damocles hero, is real too! Yeah! There’s barely any fiction in the Miraculous Universe and all we see, is real! These supers are amazing! There’s other heroes too, such as Snowflake, a snow elemental hero, Hurricane, a weather hero, Doorman, a portal traveler, Victory, a patriotic hero and Hot Dog Dan!? (record scratch). He’s uh, uhhhhhhh, a temporary power bestower through magic hot dogs?.............riiiiiiiiiight (clears throat). They’re enemies are a pirate themed technopath named Techno-Pirate (we already have Captain Hardrock for that, but I guess this is their American equivalent of it, so okay. (mutters under breath disappointedly) Wanted something more unique, but okay). Unlike the French heroes, the United Heroez don’t fall under the cliche of secret alter egos bulls*** and everyone in New York knows who they are (even the villain). I guess it’s cuz they’re mostly composed of courageous and righteous adults whereas Team Miraculous, are a bunch of insecure and awkward teenagers. Whomp! Whomp! Whomp! Not giving teens a bad name! The sidekicks of Majestia and Knightowl are Uncanny Valley, a robot girl, and Sparrow, a gadget wielding/combatant masked hooded youth, respectively. They’re the only ones who have to hide their identities (minus Knightowl for spoilers below) cuz they’re just children, but still badass cuz Aeon (aka Uncanny) figured out who Ladybug and Cat Noir were and reunited them to help save New York and Sparrow earned their wings to fly solo as a real hero.
Cons:
•Mr.Pigeon-(face palms) Hawk Moth, do you seriously want your wife back? Or are you just f**king stupid!? 51 TIMES!? (groans loudly and exasperated) You ARE mad and desperate! I understand it’s a kids show and some would find it funny that he keeps showing up, but older kids (and adults), would not! It’s no wonder we’ll be getting a new Hawk Moth in the future. One that actually creates formidable villains and not constantly recycles their old ones!
•Unnecessary Drama-So the plot said Marinette “convinces” Gabe (he had villainous intentions) to let Adrien go to New York, but Ladybug told Cat Noir to stay in Paris to watch out for any akumatizations while she’s “away”......well, we know that’s gonna be an issue, but there was no need. Adrien thought he had a plan to solve this by using his Akuma Alert app to check up on any danger in Paris and fly back quickly as Astrocat to signal Ladybug with this tiny black cat alarm she left him to come and help. Really? That’s the drama Hawkdaddy put in to spice up the special? Why couldn’t Ladybug just download the same app and use the Horse miraculous, which grants the power of teleportation, and fix the possible emergency herself!? If anything, she didn’t need to tell Cat to do jacks***! I understand the Akuma Alert back in “Riposte” cuz that happened during the show where the Parisians were getting accustomed to these attacks, but now, after what’s been a year already (in-universe), you’d think Marinette/Ladybug would be prepared to have that app like Adrien/Cat Noir, but no! She didn’t! Instead, we get this ridiculous, utterly ridiculous little black cat gadget that’s used for a dumb joke! Did Astruc not remember what he did on the show in the past seasons? Look back on your work, honey! IT’S CALLED RESEARCH! Ugh!
•New York stereotype-Like I mentioned up there with the United Heroez, Hot Dog Dan iiiiiiiiiiiiis not the most useful of supers cuz he sounds too stereotyped what with the setting being in New York where you can find a hot dog vendor (there’s even a hero named Captain Redlight who controls the traffic signal lights!) and he uses his powers for fun. That’s not all! Alya romanticized the theme of New York for Marinette and most of the time, we don’t picture that when we think of The Big Apple. When most Americans think of New York, they think crime, honking traffic jams, (911), big corporate businesses and the whole, “Hey! I’m walking here!”. Guess since this is a kids show, they didn’t wanna plant that idea in their young developing minds and just put in the “fun” aspects of New York! I get it. Don’t poison their heads.
That was our first Miraculous World special people. It was “interesting” and I’m sure you’ll agree with it too. I’m gonna elaborate more on the pros and cons of this and then mention the side stories in it. Now that we’ve seen the Native American miracle box, I think we’ll be seeing the American one next. Possibly in the Brazil special. Wonder how they’ll work with that since we have people and an object for our signs. Hmmmmm. I was real glad to see Sparrow cuz we all thought they’d be a scrapped character from the Quantic Universe, but no! They exist! (this was so much better then Felixs introduction). Mercury was even there too! Wow! We got to see the concept art come to life with members of the Quantic Kids! (wonder if Kid Mime might show up later?). Perhaps the whole United Heroez team is what inspires future Ladybug to create her own future Miraculous Justice League from “Timetagger”! What really surprised me was the LGBT Representation! The reveal that Knightowl was a woman along with Sparrow being a girl and that she (Knightowl) and Majestia are life partners with Aeon and Jess (Sparrow) being their children! For the longest time, we the fans thought Knightowl and Sparrow were male when in fact, they’re female! Nice twist there Astruc! The Knightowl and Sparrow are actually legacy heroes where the sidekick would take over for Knightowl and find a new Sparrow all with regardless of their race/gender/sexual orientation. I like that. What I didn’t like was the whole Mr.Pigeon running gag (it’s actually becoming a literal gag! >:P) there’s gonna be a moment where he’ll get called out on it, wait for that! However, it transitioned from overused creators favorite to super anarchy and nuclear war! What a dramatic climatic change! Like I mentioned, Ladybug didn’t really need to involve Cat in the whole emergency situation, but just to emphasize the trust issues between them and input drama into the special (ignoring the plot holes), Astruc gave us a near death scene with poor Uncanny Valley and thank God she was a robot or Cat would’ve gotten a can of whompa** from Majestia. Knightowl wanted to confiscate the dynamic duos miraculouses, but I don’t think they had any jurisdiction to do so. They’re an American super and they’re Parisian supers. However, since this does take place after Season 3, and Ladybug is now the guardian, it’s her choice whether they should or not and her idea was just for the two to run. This also brought the headscratcher of fans on how Ladybugs powers work? She said her “Miraculous Ladybug” power only works on a specific villain and not all villains (like the sentimonster that was shown during Techlonizers attack). Does her power not bring back the dead (that aren’t robots?), can it only fix a cataclysm power from Cat Noir? (shrugs). Unlike “Syren”, Cat quits for real this time! (for about 5mins) It hurt Marinette/Ladybug thinking she was all alone now. A Yang without her Yin. Not a good sign. What Marinette/Ladybug needs to understand is that Cat has a double life too, she shouldn’t assume it would be a breeze for him to watch Paris by himself and that he might have friends and family he can’t explain why he can’t do this and that and make up insane excuses like she does all the time. This wouldn’t be “Miraculous Ladybug” if we didn’t have shippers trying to make Adrienette happen, Alya tries to get Marinette to confess and Nino tries to get Adrien to open up. They get double ship help from Aeon and Jess, but even with the Americans allied with the French on this, Hawk Moth still co*kblocked it. Course with all the major plots involved, they added in several sub plots just to expand the special and fill the gaps such as Ms.Bustier revealed to be pregnant (who’s the daddy?), Ms.Mendeleiev trying to win over the class, Adriens Bodyguards fear of heights and Sabrinas love interest. The special foreshadowed that Marinette/Ladybugs conflict for Season 4 will be learning to move on (same w/ Adrien/Cat Noir) now that it’s strongly implied that Adrigami and Lukanette are canon. See ya all in 2021!
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fantasyjoon · 5 years ago
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holly and ivy ; min yoongi.
since when was your definition of a perfect christmas a cosy night in with your cute neighbour and his dog?
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↬  pairing ┇  neighbor!yoongi x gender neutral reader
↬  genre ┇  fluff, LOTS of min holly, not that much romance? they’re shy cuties, but lots of warMth
↬  warnings + rating ┇  a constantly distressed but very cute dog, totally g
↬  avalyn’s notes ┇  happy holidays ! i hope you && your loved ones had a lovely christmas<3 here’s a very late little festive oneshot drabbly thing that i couldn’t manage to post on time bc i’m busy and unorganised && don’t trust my queue to post fics xx enjoy !
↬  word count ┇ just over 2k does this still count as a drabble?? is it a oneshot ?? uhh
[  masterlist  ] — ♡
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You shuffle inside, warmth engulfing you completely as you tap the front door closed with your feet, the impact shifting the snow off your boots and onto the doormat. Heaving your shopping bags onto the kitchen floor with a huff, you switch on the kettle and allow the blissful bubbling to invade the silence. The winter air no longer bit at your fingers from within the confines of your apartment, but you still refused to remove your scarf and gloves from your shivering body.
You start shoving away the groceries into the cupboards until pausing when you realise that you had, once again, forgotten to buy your beloved coffee grinds. With a groan of annoyance that mildly depresses your festive mood, you sullenly make your cup of hot chocolate (you do the best with what you can, right?) and move to the living area. This, plus a Christmas movie and the lights of the Christmas tree twinkling in the corner — minus your minor inconvenience, sounded like the perfect way to spend your Christmas Eve eve. You sip at your drink, your legs folded underneath you on the sofa and the soft velvet blanket Namjoon had bought you last Christmas sprawled over you in an extra attempt to conserve heat. Your thoughts and the background noise of Home Alone 2: Lost in New York playing on your TV are blissfully accompanied by the endless snowfall outside your window that seemed tamer now you were indoors, and the calming ambience of your warm abode.
After a couple of minutes, a crash sounds through the opposing wall, followed by incessant yapping, what sounded like intense scampering over vinyl floor, a possible yelp? (you’re unsure from which party) and some excessive cursing.
Guess your Christmas wish wasn’t coming true.
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With his sleekly, black locks and brooding gaze, Min Yoongi was more often than not a noisy neighbour — though usually due to his inability to hear below the annoyingly loud decibels he played his music at, and not at all because of his adorable dog.
Holly was an absolute gem; a beautifully brown toy poodle with soft curls that tickled your skin when he came to visit. Though, his owner was not of many words — he came across as pretty introverted, pretty kind, and pretty quiet.  You’ve always wondered why a man so quiet owned a dog so loud (and played his music even louder).
It was not out of the ordinary for Holly to patter across the shallow, gated balcony that connected your apartment to Yoongi’s and tap at the glass door with his nose, whining solemnly until you let him in for cuddles and a dog biscuit, his sheepish owner slowly trailing behind after some time passes.
“Hey,” he’d mutter after you let him in from the balcony, wringing his fingers together anxiously.  Soft yapping from behind you both catches his attention momentarily. “Sorry about Holly.”
You trot back over to the sofa, the dog immediately hopping onto your legs. The toy poodle adored human affection, often residing to snuggle at any given limb whenever you see him. “It’s all good, Yoongi. Make yourself at home.” He gives you a court nod, walking past the both of you and disappears into the kitchen for a while, appearing five minutes later with a hot chocolate mug that he places into your hold, a coffee for himself, and a warm smile.
Yoongi settles next to you after you pat the empty space, carefully watching his dog fall asleep on you under the pretence of watching the movie. You chat idly with updates of your conversations from the last time he was here. He likes the way your eyes widen in disbelief when he tells you that your mutual friend, Jimin, dumped his long-term boyfriend, and you enjoy the way a smile spreads over his lips when you tell him about Seokjin’s latest cooking disaster.
After he sips the last of his drink, he’s quick to steal Holly away from your grip, silently thanking you for the company before sneaking back out the balcony. They’re only gone a mere few seconds before you miss them both.
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You sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose. Following the commotion and the increase in volume in both Yoongi’s ignored commands and Holly’s barks of retaliation, you’re almost tempted to go see what the racket is.
Holly scrambles across the balcony, haphazardly sprawling on the ice and slipping around, barking madly at you in hopes to open the door. You slide open the glass, watching him scuttle in towards the heater, closing it immediately behind his tail as a few snowflakes drift in to your once cosy home.
The cute dog darts around erratically, his ears flapping wildly in tandem with his tail; you can’t tell if he’s stunned from being out in the snow or happy from the warmth of his new environment.
Holly then dives for your feet, his caramel curls tickling the skin exposed by your fuzzy socks. You pick him up with ease, taking both of you back to the couch and pulling the blanket over you.
“Hey, what’s up, buddy?” He stops yapping, nuzzling into your hold and you’re guessing he’s fatigued. After a couple of minutes, he’s out like a log and you lay him on the sofa, covering him with some of your blanket and petting him softly.
At the glass door is Yoongi, and luckily you’ve managed to open it just before he knocks. He catches your eyes with surprise, but then looks past you with relief as he spots his dog asleep. You pad over quietly, sliding open the partition whilst trying as hard as possible not to make any sound.
“Thank goodness,” Yoongi mumbles, walking over to Holly.
“You’re welcome,” you whisper, inviting him silently. “What happened?”
Your neighbour sits himself on the edge of the couch, gently running his fingers through Holly’s softness. “He pushed over some of the presents I had wrapped and they smashed, so he got scared. I shooed him to one corner but then he left.” You nod, “I would’ve come earlier but I wanted to clean up before I brought him back.”
Threading your fingers through the dog’s luscious coat, you hum, “It’s no trouble, Yoongi.”
Yoongi swears his name has never been his name until you say it. He’d listen to nothing else in the world except you saying his name if he had to.
“We should go, though. Don’t want to impose on your Christmas Eve eve.” His weight shifts awkwardly between his feet, though he’s trying as hard as possible not to come across as awkward. You stifle a giggle at the sight that somewhat resembles a five year old with a small bladder.
“I’ve no plans, you’re welcome to stay if you’d like to.” You watch his inner turmoil, his decision making put into full drive as he considers giving up his plans to spend time with you. “Or maybe drop by tomorrow?” His childish mannerisms continue; his eyes light up as if he’s seen Santa. You’d never tell him, but you heard him on the balcony earlier hastily co-ordinating a night out tonight with his friends over the phone.
“Yeah. Yeah, we’ll do that.” Yoongi scoops Holly up into his grasp, the dog huffing gently in his slumber. “See you tomorrow, Y/N. Thanks.”
“Oh, and Yoongi?” He’s halfway out the balcony door when he turns to meet your gaze, “Bring your dog.” He chuckles, sends you a gummy smile that melts your heart before stepping out into the winter winds.
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As the snow continues to fall outside, and a young Macaulay Culkin smiles up at the pigeon lady you still have doubts on, you grow hungrier and lazier; craving food but honing an inability to obtain said food.
Your neighbour couldn't have had better timing. There's a soft knock on the glass door that you almost mistake as the heavy patter of snow on a frosty Christmas Eve. Behind it stands Yoongi, his teeth chattering, with a box of mince pies in one hand and Holly held in the other. A grin plasters itself on his lips and you swear there’s no better sight than this.
The door threatens to suck out all warm air when you slide it shut after you usher in a shivering neighbour plus equally cold dog. Snow from their clothing that falls off onto the vinyl melts on touch as they inch further into your warm home. Holly’s long been set down, his paws clicking with every leap he makes away from the pair of you.
“I brought some food, I figured you had like movies or something,” It’s this moment where you realise how high school-esque this is of you, blushing at the boy next door’s attempt to make small talk. You nod through your shyness and direct the both of you to the kitchen.
“Hot chocolate?” Yoongi turns his nose up sourly at the offer. “I’ll take that as a no.”
“You don’t have coffee?” You mentally scowl as he reminds you of your incompetence.
You still your movements, almost pouting at the empty mug in front of you. “Forgot to get some,” you mumble lowly. Yoongi hides his smirk from you by looking at the artwork you have pinned to the fridge.
“It’s fine,” he says, “I’ll just have a mince pie.”
You can hear next door’s Christmas carols that Yoongi hums along to under his breath. It’s when you’re watching the back of his head bob to the beat that you realise how much you know about him but how much you don’t know him. You know what he studies, you know about his friends. But you don’t know his favourite album or how he even likes his coffee. When the kettle clicks off, your thoughts are switched off, and you let out a relieved sigh.
There’s an air of awkwardness that you were trying so hard to avoid, but you’re incredibly thankful Yoongi fills in the gap, “Sometimes I think you only talk to me for my dog.”
His assumption teases a snort out of you as you stir the drink, “Psh, of course that’s the case.”
“Yea— wait, what?” He turns to watch you toss the spoon into the sink, shrugging.
“It is what it is.”
Yoongi’s munching on his mince pie following you into the living area when you both see Holly swiping at your beloved and you squeal, immediately settling down your hot chocolate to swoop her up into your arms.
“What is that?!” Yoongi bellows, Holly bounding to be at his feet. “Is that a giant rat?!”
“No! It’s my sister’s cat!” The feline purrs loudly, still not happy with her newest company. Yoongi’s eyes narrow to see the white fluffball curled in your arms. He steps forward cautiously — much to Holly’s dismal, who whines defeatedly. His gaze flits up to meet your momentarily, though you don’t catch it, before settling on the cat’s beautiful ivory coat. Yoongi’s hand warily comes up to pet her, and once she doesn’t flinch, he runs it through her silky hair, her purrs of bliss ringing as music to his ears.
“She’s a sweetheart. What’s her name?”
“Ivy.” Said cat takes the call to jump precariously onto Yoongi, landing into his arms elegantly before using him as a step to drop onto the floor. Your neighbour’s somewhat startled at the impact, but laughs it off sheepishly.
You both watches as Ivy strides towards Holly, who cowers into a nearby pillow, before she pauses in thought, giving the dog an approving look as to say, ‘You and your owner are actually okay, I guess’, before springing onto the sofa, turning a few times and sitting down delicately as if she hadn’t just made a scene.
Yoongi scoffs, picking up a neglected Holly and sitting on the other end of the couch, leaving you to perch in between them and the graceful cat that now purrs quietly with pride. With the remote in your hand, you change the TV to Netflix on an already-decided Christmas movie.
As the opening credits music fills the room, Ivy bounces into your lap, Holly eagerly shuffling his way in between you and Yoongi.
“Holly…”
“Ivy!”
Yoongi splutters, “Holly and Ivy?”
You grin at him, “Yeah, I guess!”
He admires the way your eyes crinkle when you smile with glee, “Cute,” he says to himself.
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Many shy whispers later, you're left to bask in the warmth of the twinkly golden Christmas lights that gently illuminate the bleak evening and the beautiful face of the man beside you. With the leftover cream and marshmallows sat at the bottom of your mug, Holly and Ivy curled up by your feet, Yoongi cuddled into your side, and Home Alone 3 progressing through its denouement: you couldn’t have possibly asked for a better way to spend your Christmas Eve.
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shochmonster · 4 years ago
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84 Questions
original: https://fuckyeahsurveys.tumblr.com/post/61049002526/84-questions
Put your music player of choice on shuffle and list the first 10 songs Guns of Brixton - The Clash Holiday in Cambodia - Dead Kennedys  Chainsaw - Nick Jonas California - Joni Mitchell Make It Wit Chu - Queens of the Stone Age This Woman’s Work - Kate Bush The Bad Thing - Arctic Monkeys Between the Bars - Eliot Smith Drown - The Smashing Pumpkins Different People - No Doubt
If you could spend a week anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Would you take anyone with you? I’d take @duoloopo to the UK. I’d like to see places other than London.
What is your preferred writing implement? (eg. Blue pen, pencil, green pen)  I use my iPad stylus the most, but I have this heavy mechanical pencil I really like for drawing. 
Favourite month and why? October. I just love the fall vibe. 
Do you have connections to any celebrities (even minor)? List them. I went to undergraduate school with Rebecca Sugar. We used to ride the bus between NYC and DC together on holidays. 
Name 3 items you could pick up from where you are. Can of seltzer, pencil case, stack of bills
What brand logo is closest to you currently? REAL Skateboards
Do you ever play board games or other non-computer games? Got any favourites? I love Small World and Munchkin. 
A musical artist you love that isn’t well known Laura Stevenson and the Cans
A musical artist you love that is well known Red Hot Chili Peppers
What is your desktop background currently? Thomas Barrow on the beach in the Season 4 Christmas Special
Last person you talked to, and through what you talked to them @duomaxwell02 with my face :O 
First colour name you can think of that isn’t in the rainbow White
What timekeeping devices are in the room you are currently in? Two wall clocks, though one is very old and doesn’t wind anymore. I also have a clock @duoloopo ‘s dad made for me. It’s on the piano. 
What kind of headphones do you use? JBL Bluetooth, noise canceling 
What musical artists have you seen perform live? Foo Fighters (3x), Incubus (3x), Red Hot Chili Peppers, Smashing Pumpkins, Beastie Boys, Audioslave, Justin Timberlake, Troy Sivan, Arctic Monkeys, The Rolling Stones, Eric Clapton, Queen (but with Roger Daughtry, not Freddy... for obvious reasons.). Probably a whole bunch of others I’m blanking on. 
Does virginity matter to you? Not really. 
What gaming consoles do you or your family own? PS4, PS2, PS1, XBox 360, N64, Gamecube, Wii, NES, SNES, various Gameboys, Nintendo DS, PSP
What pets do you have? What are their names? Two cats, Hemingway and Renji
What’s the best job you’ve ever had? I like freelance art gigs the best. As for ‘normal people jobs’, I once was a sign painter for Whole Foods. That was pretty fun, minus the work drama. 
What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? Food service. 
What magazines do you read, if any? I’ll pick up Time once in a while
Inspiration behind your URL? My classic original URL was LinkWorshiper and had been since AIM first existed. I picked it because Zelda was the first fandom I ever joined. Now I’ve changed all my handles (except on AO3) to reflect my actual name, as my literary agent thinks it’s more professional. 
Inspiration behind your blog title? Mean Girls. I always chuckle imagining Thomas and Jimmy as some Edwardian version of the Plastics. 
Favourite item of clothing? My Downton livery waistcoat. And the stiff bosomed shirt and collars I have to go with it. 
Are you friends with any exes? Nah. By the time I felt comfortable enough to possibly try, I also didn’t care enough to. 
Name at least one book you loved as a child. His Dark Materials (the trilogy by Philip Pullman). I still love them and am jazzed that he’s writing more these days. 
What’s your native language? If that language has distinct regional variations, which variation? (eg. AU English, US English) US English, mostly a northeastern dialect/accent
What email service do you use? Gmail
Is there anything hanging on the walls of the room you are currently in? So much stuff. I have a mood board full of Downtons stuff over my desk, various DA posters and memorabilia, plus some artwork I’ve done, and some of my JC Leyendecker collection. The aforementioned wall clocks, a San Francisco cable car bell, Sailor Moon and a few other little knickknacks, like my hamsa. To name a few lol. 
What’s your favourite number, and why? 212 because it’s Manhattan’s area code and also because it used to be the notation for one of my favorite ships in an old fandom. 
Earliest moment in your life you can remember? Sitting under the table and looking at my grandma, who was wearing a Cruella Deville dress she’d knit herself. Like, it had the actual Disney character on it. Pretty cool to a little guy, I guess!
What did you have for dinner yesterday? Quesadilla 
How often do you brush your teeth? Whenever they feel gross
What’s your favourite candy/chocolate? Lately, I’ve been into Junior Mints. 
Have you had other blogs on Tumblr? Do you have any other blogs currently? This blog used to have my old handle, linkworshiper. I did a small Whole Foods blog when I worked with them, but it never went anywhere. 
If you were suddenly really hungry, what would you choose to eat? Sushi
What fandoms would you consider yourself a part of? Downton Abbey, though lately I’ve been crazy busy and not as active as I once was. Casually still poking at old fandoms like Zelda and Gundam Wing to name a few. 
If you could study anything, what would it be? More art education can’t hurt. Maybe some formal history education. 
Do you use anything on your lips? (eg. Chapstick, gloss, balm, lipstick) Chapstick 
How would you describe your sense of humour? Seinfeld 
What things annoy you more than anything else? Mouth noises
What kind of position are you in at the moment? Sitting
Do you wear much jewellery? Nope
Who is the leader of your country, currently? Any other levels of government with leaders? (State, region, province, county, district, municipality, etc) Three supposedly equal branches of government, currently being run into the ground by a clown 
Last 3 blogs on your dashboard, not including any of your own @halcyondaze @mab1905 @lavender-hued-melancholy
What do you carry your money in? I try to never carry cash, but I carry a small wallet 
Do you enjoy driving? Why or why not? I like it but sometimes it feels like a chore, especially during a commute. @duoloopo thinks I’m a shit driver so she tries to drive whenever she can, which has pluses and minuses. 
Longest drive you have ever been on? Savannah GA to San Francisco, CA in a UHaul
Furthest away from home you have ever been? Germany 
How many times have you moved house? God, I don’t even know. More than ten. 
What is on the floor of the room you’re currently in, not including furniture? Cat toys, unused canvases
How many devices do you own which can access the internet? Phone, computer, iPad, various game consoles 
Is there is anything that is guaranteed to always make you happy? Thomas and Jimmy <3 <3 
Is there anything that always makes you sad? Thinking too hard about being a failure
What programs do you currently have open? I just rebooted, so only Chrome, Spotify and Photoshop
What do you associate the colour red with? This line in the Kate Bush Song Blue Symphony, which goes, ‘I associate love with red, the color of my heart when she’s dead.’ 
Last strong smell you can remember smelling? The Greek food I ordered in for dinner
Last healthy thing you ate? Roasted veggies
Do you drink tea or coffee, and how much per day? I prefer tea, and I drink coffee for energy, though sometimes I think it just makes me crash harder. 
What do you associate the colour blue with? The sky
How long is the closest ruler you can find? 12 inches
What colour pants/skirt/etc are you currently wearing? Dark blue
When was the last time you drank water? About a minute ago
How often do you clear your browser history? Rarely
Do you believe nude photos can be artistic, rather than erotic? Yes
Ever written fanfiction for anything? Oh God, yes. You can still find it under Link Worshiper on AO3, though some of my ‘classics’ have been removed since I turned them into original manuscripts 
Last formal event you attended My cousin’s wedding
If you had to move your birthday to another date, which one would you choose and why? Maybe inch my birth year up just by two so that I’d stop being called a damn millennial. At my age, I really just don’t relate to the generation even though technicalities make me a part of it. 
Would you prefer to be at a beach or in the countryside? Beach
Roughly how many people live in your town? 52,000
Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? Leonard Nimoy :D 
Favourite place to shop? Can be a certain store or a place where there are multiple stores I haven’t really gone shopping since the pandemic. Right now, it feels like the only place to buy anything is Amazon XD
Do you have a smartphone? What kind? If you don’t, do you want one? Samsung. It’s not a Galaxy but is a new model and a fraction of the price. 
What is your least favourite colour, and why? I don’t think I dislike any colors honestly. 
How do you spell grey/gray? Grey. I’ve got too many British online associates to ever go back. 
Go to your dashboard and describe the image shown in the radar section (below the “Find blogs” link) It’s Umbrella Academy fanart of Klaus. He’s in black and white with this hands over his eyes and the background is red. It’s very graphic. 
What difference is there between how many followers you have, and the number of blogs you follow? 736
How many posts do you have? 8,859
How many posts have you liked? I can’t find the stat D: 
Do you post mainly reblogs, or your own content? Mainly reblogs but I pepper in my own content when I can. Lately, I haven’t had time to do as much fanart though, and I kind of feel like it’s not worth bothering to post my original stuff. Nobody follows my blog for that. 
Do you track any tags? No. 
What time is it currently? 7:33 PM CMT
Is there anything you should be doing right now? Waking up @duoloopo. TIME TO JUMP ON THE BED. 
tagging, if they feel like it: @abbys-little-whippersnapper​ @bumblebarrow​ @irrationalgame​ @downtoncat​ @mab1905​ @duoloopo​
and everyone who I’ve forgotten
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makomaragi · 5 years ago
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my sleep schedule is all messed up, I wanted to post this last night when I got home from work but instead I watched game grumps and fell asleep :))))
i wrote a dumb for valentine’s day!!
Title: Cliches
Pairing: Aurea Juniper/Fennel
Rating: PG, nothing nsfw minus a small mention of sex
“I was surprised you wanted to come to Castelia for dinner,” Fennel mused as she held the paper menu perhaps too tightly between her hands, and much too close to her eyes despite having glasses on.
“You said this was your favorite restaurant, so it seemed logical.”
“Yeah, but I’m still surprised you initiated coming to the city on a holiday. Especially for dinner.”
The professor shrugged. No, she didn’t like the travel to the city. No, she didn’t like being out on greeting card holidays that implied dinner. She mostly certainly didn’t like cliché romantic tactics. But Fennel liked all of those things, and for a few single evenings of the year, she would play along.
“It’s just one evening,” not sure if she was saying it to Fennel as a reason why she wanted to do so or convincing herself of the explanation.
“You were so prepared, you had reservations and everything,” Fennel had set the menu down, folding her hands together and resting her chin upon them.
Aurea smiled at this, having learned from her past mistakes.  “I don’t know why you’re looking at the menu. You always get the same thing,” the professor chided her.
“Yeah, but they have all of these specials for Valentine’s Day. We could split one of these.”
“Or we could get two different things and share anyway.”
There was something Fennel truly loved about going out for dinner on special occasions. Perhaps because it was one of the few times a year she got to see her girlfriend in an evening dress. Even having seen her in similar sights before, she still managed to get flustered when their eyes met after the fact. Aurea had let her hair down, leaving it to fall over her shoulders in a way that seemed to emphasize the slight natural curls at the ends of it, or maybe it was simply caused by the tight bun she wore it in all day. The dream scientist was fairly certain that Aurea had changed her shoes before they met at the restaurant – she wasn’t one to wear heels for any length of time unless the situation demanded of it. But she had for the occasion, black heels to match the dress. Even looking at her in the attire left Fennel feeling red in the face, hating when she caught herself staring at her for too long.
The professor had been fairly quiet over dinner, Fennel deciding it was merely fatigue from the day. Not that Aurea was the most talkative person on the planet to begin with, or maybe Fennel herself talked enough that the other woman had grown so used to just listening. They had seen each other briefly that morning before departing to their respective labs with the knowledge that they would be meeting in Castelia for dinner that evening, truly the only thing that was out of routine. Fennel had gone as far as bringing the dress she would be wearing and changing after work to avoid taking the ferry back home again, giving herself some sort of suspense when Aurea would see her in it at dinner.
The roses Aurea had sent her at the lab didn’t hurt, either.
“Let’s take a walk,” Juniper suggested as they left the restaurant and made their way back in to the city.
“Okay, I just thought you were in a rush to get home.”
“What gave you that idea?”
“Just that you’re always in a rush to get home. And it’s cold and snowing and I don’t really want to be outside long.”
“Just a few minutes,” she promised, placing a hand on her lower back as she guided her down the street.
The city never quite stopped, though the corner of the park they found themselves in was as secluded as it would get given the circumstance of the holiday. Fennel silently decided they had probably looked a tad out of place from the others in the park – someone feeding the Pidoves, even so late in to the evening, a few people riding bicycles, all dressed appropriately for the weather. Then, there was her and her girlfriend, heels clicking loudly against the pavement, and overcoats not suited for how cold it was getting to be.
Aurea taking a seat on the bench seemed to surprise Fennel, who followed her lead.
“Thank you for dinner, it was nice,” was all Fennel blurted out in her confusion when the professor remained silent. “I know you must of hated all of this, but I really loved it.”
“I didn’t hate it at all,” she smiled. “I had a rather lovely evening with you.”
“It was so crowded everywhere, though. I know you hate that. But you did it for me, hm?”
The professor only nodded, her smile growing warmer somehow, taking Fennel’s hand and began reaching for her opposite pocket on her overcoat.
Her Xtransceiver beeped. She was tempted to ignore it given the circumstance, not that Fennel was aware. But she noticed first who was trying to contact her, and she wasn��t one that could go ignored.
Her wide eyes met the dream scientist’s for half of a second before she hit the appropriate button. “Hi, Bianca,” the young blonde’s face popped up on the small screen as she held the device up a bit higher.
“Professor! Are you still in Castelia?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, you’re in the park! I can see the fountain behind you! I’m right down the street at the Pokemon Center, I’ll be there in like, thirty seconds, I need to speak to you!” Bianca hung up before the professor could get a word in.
Fennel laughed, but Aurea was certain it was out of hindered annoyance.
It wasn’t more than a minute later that the pair saw Bianca turn the sharp corner in to the small park, nearly hitting a lamp post when she sighted them. “Professor Juniper!” she called, seemingly running in place to find her footing before appearing before them. The young blonde was breathing heavily, leaning forward with hands on her knees attempting to catch her breath. After a few seconds of this, she composed herself, straightening her hat and glasses.
“Professor Juniper,” she repeated in a much calmer tone. “I need to speak with you! This is very important!” Bianca must have realized she was speaking much louder than necessary, at the same time seemingly noticing that her mentor wasn’t alone.
“Oh, hello, Doctor Fennel,” Bianca gave a nervous wave which Fennel returned. “I didn’t expect to see you here as well!”
Surely, the young girl had put together the circumstances given their outfits and the holiday, but it didn’t appear that way.
“A trainer contacted the lab while you were gone. He wants to come the whole way from Hoenn and compete for badges here.” “His family moved here from, Hoenn, I should of said that first!” Bianca gripped at her hat and shook her head. “But so he wants his first Pokemon from you!”
“Tell him to make an appointment at the lab, it’s fine-”
“No, no, that’s the thing! I made one for him! Tomorrow! I just forgot to tell you before you left today! So I needed to tell you! I’m telling you now!” Bianca nodded confidently. “You said you were going to the city and I didn’t know for how long so I needed to make sure you were back tomorrow! I was already in the city, because originally said he wanted to meet me here from the docks, but THEN he said he wanted to see the Pokemon lab and have the whole experience and meet you and stuff.”
“Right.”
“So, I told him, I would tell you right away, because I didn’t know how long you’d be in the city, and he might have to come another day! But your calendar was still open for tomorrow, meaning you didn’t have anything going on in the morning, so I put it on the schedule. So, if you had planned on staying in the city, I knew you would of put that on the calendar!”
“Yes, thank you, Bianca.” Aurea wanted to address why this couldn’t have ended at the phone call, or why the conversation itself couldn’t have been had on a phone call. But either way, it was an interruption nonetheless.
If Fennel had been annoyed, she was doing a swell job of hiding it all.
“I’m going to go find the Pokemon Center for the night, so I’ll see you guys later,” Bianca waved, until Fennel intervened.
“You’re not going to go see Cheren?” the dark haired woman inquired with a sly smile, of which she was sure annoyed her girlfriend.
“Hm, no. I’m hoping to see him over the weekend, though. He’s pretty busy with the gym and all, and he’s so far away now.”
“If we’re handing out starters, I’m going to need you at the lab tomorrow, Bianca,” Juniper purposely interrupted. “I don’t mind if-”
“Okay, I’ll go back on the ferry with you then!” Bianca exclaimed, bringing her fists to her cheeks in excitement.
“Right, then,” the professor sighed more pronounced than she meant to. “Can you give us a moment, please?”
“Of course! I need to run back to the Pokemon Center and grab my things, anyway,” and just as quickly as she appeared, Bianca was gone again. Aurea had the fleeting thought that Bianca probably had not considered that she was out for the holiday with her girlfriend. It certainly wasn’t something she broadcast, but she was sure her assistant had some idea of their relationship.
“So, no late night for us then, hm?” Fennel’s eyes drifted down, fidgeting with a seam on her dress.
“I guess not.”
“Well...in that case...I think I’m just going to stay at Amanita’s tonight, then.”
“Why? I know this wasn’t what we planned, but-” Aurea’s face fell, grabbing Fennel’s hands in some attempt to keep her there.
“No, no, I’m not upset, Aurea,” the dream scientist rose from her seat, adjusting her dress some more.  “It just doesn’t make sense for me to go the whole way home and then get up so early to come back to the city for work. Especially if you have to get up and be at the lab so early now. I mean, it’s already almost 10. By the time we get home it’ll be after 11, and you’re getting up at like 6...”
“You’re right...”
The walk to the old apartment seemed simultaneously dragged out yet not enough time. Neither of them spoke much, mostly concentrating on how to navigate crumbling city sidewalks in heels despite how well lit the streets were, Fennel clinging to her girlfriend’s arm for most of their journey until they found themselves at her apartment’s steps.
Fennel placed her hand on the door knob, turning to face the other woman. “I’ll see you tomorrow after work then, okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Hey, this feels like old times, doesn’t it? You dropping me off at my apartment before you left. Or sometimes you’d stay.”
“Mostly you’d come to Nuvema, though,” she smiled at the memory. “I wish you’d just come home with me.”
“I don’t think Bianca wants to watch us make out on the ferry,” Fennel laughed, leaning in and kissing her gently on the lips. “We can make out at home tomorrow. Maybe more than that, if you’re nice to me.”
Now it was Aurea’s turn to laugh softly, kissing her again and pulling her in to a tight embrace. In the few short seconds she held her, her emotions quelled up too quickly for her liking, trying to sooth herself by concentrating on the scent of her beloved’s hair. This was not where their evening was supposed to end.
Fennel had already changed in to her pajamas and was removing her makeup and jewelry in the bathroom when Amanita finally made her appearance. The older scientist had known she was at home, somewhere, having left the door unlocked and leaving amenities out for her after receiving her text.
“So, what are you doing here? Not that I mind, it’s just weird that you’re staying at your sister’s on Valentine’s Day when you could be with your girlfriend,” Amanita lingered in the door frame.
“It just didn’t make sense for me to go back to Nuvema this late. Aurea has to be up early now, she has a trainer coming last minute tomorrow morning,” Fennel answered as she removed her earrings. “It sucks. I was really looking forward to going home and spending time with her tonight.”
Amanita shook her head, she didn’t need to hear the details of what Fennel had intended for the evening any further than that.  “What’s wrong? Did you guys get in a fight or something over it?”
“No, not at all.” Fennel paused in her routine, gingerly placing her hands down on the sink and facing her sister. “I just….I don’t know. Aurea wanted to take a walk by the fountains, and we sat down on the bench and she...I’m not sure. It seemed like she wanted to talk to me about something before we got interrupted. Bianca called, and then showed up, actually...she has a new trainer coming tomorrow morning.”
“Maybe she was going to propose.”
Fennel laughed, shaking her head. “No, I highly doubt that. She’d never say it outright but I know she hates gimmicky holidays.”  Even so, she turned to face her sister.  “Why, did she say something to you about it? Do you know something I don’t?”
“No, I swear, she’s never mentioned anything about that to me. It was just the first thing that popped in to my head given the circumstance.”
Fennel made some sort of confused face, rolling her eyes, ushering herself past her sister and in to what used to be her bedroom across the hall, Amanita following close at her heels.
“You mean you didn’t even consider that?”
“No, not at all. I honestly didn’t even think of that until you brought it up.” Fennel rearranged some pillows on the bed, pulling the covers back, still mulling over this new development. “Besides, she doesn’t want to get married. If we did, she’d just want to go to the court house and sign some papers or whatever. The whole proposal thing just isn’t her style. It’s something she’d bring up over coffee, very nonchalant.” She sat down on the bed, seemingly pondering over it all, making the realizations as she spoke. “Believe me, if I thought it was something she wanted and we had been talking about, I’d have asked her myself, a long time ago. For some reason, in my head, whenever I thought about it, I always imagined her asking me. So I’m just going to leave it up to her, if she decides she wants to. I’m fine with how things are now. I’d love to get married someday, but we don’t need to. We already live together.”
Amanita couldn’t help but chuckle. She always knew how boring Professor Juniper was, and truly could see her asking her sister to marry her in the same tone as asking her what they were going to do for lunch that day.
Yet, Fennel still was going on about it. “And she most definitely wouldn’t have proposed to me on Valentine’s Day. If, she was going to, it most certainly wouldn’t be on a holiday. She’d think it was overdone and too cliché.”
“Unless that’s what she’d want you to think.”
“Stop it! I’m going to bed!” Fennel giggled, practically shoving her sister out of the room and shutting the door. Even if her sister was teasing her, she was annoyed now that the thought was in her head at all.
But, she would go to sleep with the confidence of what she had already told Amanita, quickly talking herself out of it. Maybe Aurea would ask her to marry her someday, but it wasn’t any time soon. Let alone over the most predictable, silly holiday – that, she was very sure of.
Arriving home at nearly midnight, alone, certainly wasn’t how she had planned to spend the evening. She threw her overcoat over the couch haphazardly, collapsing on the couch herself. She didn’t much care if she ruined the dress she was wearing in doing so.
There was a passing thought that she should change in to something more suitable for sleeping and make her way up the stairs to the bedroom proper. But it meant seeing the candles she had put there earlier, wanting to surprise her newly betrothed, now making it at least two instances uncounted for.
The professor allowed herself to wallow in her sorrow for another moment on the couch. She was being over dramatic over the circumstances and she knew it. It wasn’t as though Fennel had any idea, which was the whole point. It was true that Aurea herself hated most cliches – but Fennel didn’t. If it meant something to Fennel, she would suffer through the embarrassment and lack of creativity of her decision that evening for the rest of their lives if it made her happy.
Picking herself up off of the sofa, she chose to hang her coat back on the hook as well, plucking it from where it lie until she heard a swift sound of something hitting the floor. Even in the dark she knew what it was, leaning down to pick up the small purple box that fell out of the pocket. She couldn’t even bring herself to open it again, having hoped the next time she saw it would be when Fennel did.
She wasn’t one to say that everything happens for a reason. She didn’t much believe in fate, let alone higher powers, or that anything was controlled by anything else. There were only coincidences.
Unless, maybe, this just wasn’t meant to be tonight. Another, better, opportunity would present itself. It was her own fault for not waiting, really – she had picked it up from the shop only fourty eight hours prior. What was she to do with a ring that was meant to be hidden until the intended purpose? Fennel was quite nosey and the only option was giving it to her sooner than later. All of this under the assumption that she would agree to it in the first place.
She decided then and there that it was best she take her father’s advice and speak with Fennel’s parents first. If only to make herself feel better about it not working out this evening. She dreaded the thought of it, though supposed it was the proper way to go about this, despite her trying to forgo bringing them in to this all together. There was a sense of relief washed over her in the epiphany, thinking of what Fennel’s parents would of said to the both of them had she not made them aware of her intentions. It truly was better that it didn’t happen that evening. Maybe she would thank Bianca tomorrow without context.
She knew there was a reason she hated cliches. They never worked out the way she wanted them to.
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highfivecalum · 6 years ago
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Love and Communication {CH}
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Lena sighed happily as the sun gleamed down on her. It had been a horrible winter and she couldn’t wait for warm weather and the sun to shine. It was a particularly nice day, the sun shining and it in the seventies making it the perfect weather for a run. With her long hair tied up, Lena pressed play on her phone and started her run through Central Park. Since she moved back to New York City in the winter she hadn’t been able to do much of what she used to do, like running in the park.
She was enjoying her run, smiling at passersby and little kids who were running around the grass. There were people having picnics, walking their dogs, or simply sitting on the benches reading. It seemed like she wasn’t the only one who was looking forward to warmer weather. She liked winter because of the holidays and hot chocolate, but she would trade in cold weather for warm no questions asked.
After thirty minutes of running and only breaking a light sweat, Lena slowed down, coming to a walk. She hadn’t gone on a run in months and she didn’t want to overwork her body, so she opted for walking the rest of the time. She was on a mission to get back home and chug some more water, but stopped when a small dog came running towards her. It wasn’t on a leash and she looked around in hopes for an owner, but nobody around her seemed to have lost their dog.
Bending down, Lena pet the dog, laughing as it jumped up to lick her face. “Hi buddy.” Lena checked it for a collar of any sort and was relieved when she saw a name and phone number. The phone number looked oddly familiar, but she didn’t think anything of it. “Hi Duke. Where are you parents?”
Duke barked and panted slightly and Lena frowned. She opened her water bottle that was almost empty and squirted it in the dog's mouth. He looked like he was thirsty and it was hot, so she didn’t want him to be dehydrated or anything. “Duke!” An almost familiar voice made Lena look up from the dog and her eyes widened at who was approaching her and Duke. He slowed down, his eyes widening as well, though they were hidden behind his sunglasses. “Lena? Lena Clements?”
“Oh my god, Calum!” Lena laughed and stood up, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and he happily returned the hug. They swayed back and forth before Lena stepped away, not wanting to get the small amount of sweat that was on her body on Calum’s, and shook her head in disbelief at the man in front of her. “Holy shit! It’s so good to see you!”
Calum Hood was a good friend of Lena’s, well, a good friend of her ex-boyfriend’s. Lena and Luke were together for two years and in those years, Lena became close friends with Luke’s and he with hers. They were all a little group of friends turned family and when Luke broke up with Lena, the boys took his side and the girls took hers, naturally.
Calum was Lena’s favorite friend of Luke’s. She wasn’t sure why, they just had similar personalities and got along well. They were the closest out of the bunch, minus Luke and Lena, of course. So, when the couple broke up, Calum and Lena tried to stay in touch, but eventually grew apart due to Luke’s constant nagging about their friendship.
“What are you doing back here?” Calum had Duke in his arms now, scratching behind his ear absentmindedly while he talked to the girl he was once so close with. “I thought you moved to Chicago?”
“I did for a while, but my job transferred me back here.” Lena explained. She loved Chicago, but New York City was her home and she missed it, so when her boss told her that they were transferring, she wasted no time in packing and moving into a new apartment that was paid for by Corporate. “How is everything with you? Still writing?”
“Everything is good. And yeah, still writing.” Calum smiled widely. He loved to write; music, poetry, stories, anything. Writing was his passion and his calling. He was surprised that Lena remembered, but he shouldn’t have been. He knew she had an impeccable memory and they were once good friends. They once knew everything about each other. “You look great.”
Lena rolled her eyes, knowing full well that she looked like a sweaty mess, but thanked him nonetheless. “You do too.” And it was true. He had grown a few inches taller since she had seen him last. It had only been two years, buthis appearance had changed drastically. He built up more muscle, gotten more tattoos, and died his hair from brown to a blonde color. “How is everyone? Ash? Mikey? Um… Luke?”
Lena hated bringing up Luke. He broke her heart in two without reason and left her when she thought they would be together forever. She wanted to marry him and she swore that she would never get over him and the heartbreak he caused her, but moving to Chicago a few months ago the breakup helped her. She met new friends, new guys, and busied herself with work so much that she almost forgot Luke even existed.
“They’re all good. I haven’t talked to Luke in awhile, though.”
“Oh?” Lena tilted her head in confusion. Luke and Calum were attached by the hip at one point in time, inseparable, brothers. So to hear that they haven’t spoken confused Lena. She never would have guessed that. “Why’s that?”
“He moved to California for work and has been busy.” Calum shrugged as if it was no big deal, but he missed his best friend. Work and new friends in California took over Luke’s life and he kind of left Calum and the rest of the guys behind. “But I’m busy, too, so it’s alright.” Lena nodded her head and smiled sadly, knowing it upset Calum, but said nothing. “Hey, are you doing anything tonight?”
“Not a thing.”
“Wanna grab a drink? I would stay and catch up with you here, but you look like you’re busy running and I have to go meet my mom and sister for lunch.” Calum suggested. He didn’t realize how much he missed Lena until she was standing right in front of him.
“That sounds great,” Lena smiled and pulled out her phone. She had gotten a new phone and hadn’t backed it up, so she lost basically everything, including all of her friends phone numbers. “I lost all of my contacts. What’s your number?”
Calum gave her his number and she texted him just in case he didn’t have hers still. He still did and it made Lena happy that he hadn’t deleted her out of his life after she and Luke broke up. He continued to follow her on all social media and like her Instagram pictures and laugh at her tweets, but they never spoke.
“I’ll text you a place and time?” Calum asked, pocketing his phone and adjusting Duke who was now asleep with his head resting on Calum’s shoulder. Lena nodded her head with a smile and the two hugged before going their separate way.
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The nervousness that Calum felt was unwarranted. He had no reason to be nervous. He and Lena had hung out one on one plenty of times. Sure, he used to have a small crush on her when she was dating Luke, but he was positive it wasn’t serious and that it went away. But when he saw her step inside the bar/restaurant he chose to meet at in a black dress and wedges with her hair and makeup done, he could feel his feelings coming back to him in full force. He couldn’t make a move on her, he knew that much. It was guy code. Never date your best friend’s ex. But was Luke really even considered his best friend anymore? He didn’t know.
He watched as she looked around the semi-crowded restaurant for Calum, smiling at how she still bit her lip when she was focused or deep in thought. Finally, he raised his hand up and called out her name. “Lena!” Her head snapped to the side and her confused expression turned into a smile.
She said excuse me to the few people standing in the middle of the place and quickly made her way over to Calum who was sitting at the round bar. She gave him a half side hug before sitting down on the empty chair next to him. “Hey.” She exhaled, hanging her small purse on the arm of the chair, she rested her elbow on the bar and propped her head up on it. “I’ve never been here before.”
“It just opened a few months ago.”
“Hm,” Lena looked around. There were reds and blacks and the lights were dim. The tables on the restaurant side had candles and flowers on them and on the bar they sat at was a circle, with the bartenders and liquor inside of it. It was a unique place, very fancy, and Lena was glad she dressed right for the occasion. “It’s really nice.”
“What are you drinkin’?” Calum flagged down the bartender and ordered himself a whiskey neat and ordered Lena the Martini she wanted.
The air between them was different. They hung out when they were nineteen and twenty, but now they were reaching twenty-three and twenty-four and something felt different. More personal, mature, intimate. Maybe it was because they had downed a few drinks, never stopped talking, and had somehow ended up closer than before with their knees brushing against one another. Whatever it was - it was different.
Lena giggled into her glass at something Calum had said and lightly placed it back down on the marble bar. She swirled the uneaten olive around and glanced up when she felt Calum’s eyes burning into the side of her head. “What?” She exhaled a breathy laugh. Calum looked at her lips, they were covered red and so was her Martini glass from the lipstick she was wearing.
Calum had never seen her wear lipstick. Only lip gloss, but she had grown up a lot, matured, since the last time he saw her as a freshly turned twenty-one year old. When he knew her before, he never thought she could get any more gorgeous, but God, was he wrong.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Lena’s voice was quieter now.
“You’re just fucking beautiful,” Calum couldn’t help but tell her. He watched her blush and duck her head, her face hidden behind her hair to hide the blush on her cheeks, but Calum wanted to see it. Gingerly, he tucked her hair behind her ear, showing off the earrings she had on. Calum watched her throat work as he lightly grazed his thumb against her red cheeks. Red from the blush she put on earlier and from Calum’s words. “I’ve always thought you were too good for Luke.”
“Calum…” Lena shook her head.
“‘M serious, Lena. He treated you like shit. He didn’t deserve you.” Calum wasn’t sure if it was the few glasses of whiskey he had consumed or how overwhelming and good it felt to finally be around her again, but he was telling her everything he had wished he told her before. “And I told him that, too. Told him he that he didn’t deserve a girl like you. Told him that if he didn’t stop treatin’ you like shit he would lose you.” Calum scoffed at the memory of his cocky best friend. “Can’t believe you’re the one that lost him.”
Lena frowned at the memory of her and Luke’s break up. She invited him over to her house, it was almost their two and a half year anniversary. She had cooked his favorite meal and bought an expensive bottle of wine and new set of lingerie just for him, only for him show up dressed in sweats, empty handed, with an break up speech prepared.
Lena wasn’t expecting it. She didn’t see it coming, so it hit her even harder, broke her heart into even more pieces than it should have. She thought she would never recover. Calum was scared she wouldn’t. 
Lena downed the rest of her Martini. “He broke my heart.” She whispered. The bartender saw their empty glasses and refilled them without question which Lena was going to tip him well for. “And I didn’t even see it coming.”
“I know he did.” Calum took her hand in his and brought them up to his lips. He kissed them lightly, waiting for any sign of reaction or rejection, but when Lena did nothing, stayed there staring at him with admiration in her eyes, Calum leaned closer. “And he’s a fucking idiot for that.”
Their lips were close, closer than they ever were or ever should have been, and Lena was hyper aware of that. She wasn’t going to deny that she found Calum attractive, but it was nothing more than that. Or that’s what she told herself.
“Calum…” Lena breathed. “We-we can’t. You’re Luke’s best friend.”
“Am I?” Calum questioned. “Haven’t heard from him in three months, Lena. He left, made new friends, and left us all behind. Wouldn’t consider him my best friend anymore, would you?”
“No,” Lena shook her head. “I wouldn’t.”
That’s all it took for Calum to press his lips together and nearly moan into Lena’s mouth when she kissed back and deepened it. She slid off of the wooden chair, her satin dress making it easy for her to do so, and found home in between Calum’s legs. His hands found her waist and he squeezed them when he felt Lena’s fingers lace through his hair.
He kissed her like he always wanted to and then it hit him. Fuck, he once loved her. He never thought it was love, just a small crush, but maybe that’s just what he convinced himself to believe. He didn’t love her anymore, the time and distance mixed with the lack of speaking and seeing each other had it fading away as time went by, but being with her; touching, tasting, and feeling her lips, he was sure he was going to fall in love all over again.
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bunnymcbunnister · 5 years ago
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SPN Season 15 Spoiler Sheet, update 9/9
Hope everyone enjoyed the gag reel today! This week brings us a few tiny tidbits about 15x5 and a few general (although confusing) spoilers from Dabb. 
General Info (oldest to newest)
There is likely to be 20 episodes
They are filming the 4th episode 1st, which Jensen is directing
Returning this year are: Rowena, Ketch, Eileen,Amara, and Adam
Jared and Jensen know the ending. Jensen struggled with it at first. Misha does not know the ending as of SDCC
Matt Cohen and Richard Speight Jr. will direct
Sam, Dean, and Cas will struggle with the concept of free will and if they ever really had it
The focus will be more on Hell than Heaven
There is hope to wrap up some Wayward Daughters storylines in the back half of the season
They are adding a whole extra day to filming to do the final scene (Implies logistics- lots of returning people?)
Brad Bucker used the word “romance” when asked about Sam and Dean’s arcs. Did not specify who.
Chuck will be more of an absent protagonist in the 1st half of the season (but he in in ep 4)
At the beginning of the season Dean and Cas will still have a rift. They will reconcile “at some point”. Jensen claims as of script 4 they still have friction. This has been repeated several times, from Misha as well. He indicated Dean is still mad at Cas, but Cas doesn’t feel to blame for Mary’s death.
In an interview, Kripe indicated that the series ending would have “peace” for Sam and Dean
Not much new at the TCA’s, but it was said it is “unlikely” Jeffery Dean Morgan will be back since his last appearance was such a good end note. There were some jokes about a Castiel spin off. Hell, I’d watch.
There will be a special tribute ep, not clear if its one of the 20 or additional
Misha will be in 15 out of 20 episodes this season
According to Dabb, Sam and Dean are going to start to lose people who, in past seasons, we would’ve never lost — and lose them in a very real way. Our guys are going to realize there’s a certain finality, and some of the things they’ve relied on to get through the day — people, talents, things like that — they are no longer going to be able to roll out. And that’s going to throw them for a loop (Unfortunately, my guess in Rowena)
Also according to Dabb, Jack is still in the empty and “he’s not coming back in the near future” (this makes no sense. He’s on set for several episodes- interacting with the boys)
Cas’ deal with the Empty may come up later in the season. 
Episode 15x01
Title: Back to the Future
OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:
Written by: Dabb
Director: Showwalter
Filming Dates:  7/30-8/9 (no filming 8/5 for Canadian holiday)
Airdate: Oct 10
Photos:
Promo:
Sneak Peak:
Castiel? Yes Jack ? yes
Guest stars:
Other Spoilers/info:
The first episode will start right where the previous left off
Misha posed with the John Wayne Gacy clown
Jensen posted a series of pics- one clean shaven, one vid of him shaving, and one where he    appeared to be in character with blood and dirt on his face and in Dean plaid, but with his beard… confusing.
Jensen was photoed filming (wearing an FBI jacket)outside with Alex!
Misha and Jared filmed outside with a woman and young girl. They were running from the clown guy and a few other zombie looking creatures. CAS WAS NAKED (haha just no trench) and holding a shotgun. It could have been rehearsal and there was no camera in the clip shared by a fan which might explain the coat? Another fan said it was hot and Misha kept taking the coat off, so I’m sure this just a piece of rehearsal footage.
Alex was filming in white sunglasses. Other set photos indicate he had makeup on his eyes making them look burnt out. There is some spec that Jack will come back blind.
Misha posted a pic of the 4 of them in the impala
According to Variety, the boys will escape the zombies in a temp shelter. They are working together, but Cas feel “detached.” Misha seems to indicate that Cas feels unfairly blamed in Mary’s death and is deeply upset about Jack.
Episode 15x02
Title: Raising Hell
OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:
Written by: Buckleming
Director: Singer
Filming Dates:  8/12- 8/21
Airdate: 10/17
Photos:
Promo:
Sneak Peak:
Castiel? YES Jack ? YES
Guest stars: Ruth Connell, David Haydn-Jones, Rob Benedict, Emily Swallow (?)
Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):
A set was a high school set up to be a shelter.
Chuck, Ketch and Rowena will be in this. Maybe Amara too. Emily Swallow was in town for only a short time, so I imagine it would just be a scene or two
Ghosts/zombies were seen on set. There will be a scene with Rowena attacking them that includes at least Dean and Cas.
There will be one longer scene in a park.
Alex was in sunglasses again - not sure if this is a costume thing or an Alex thing
Ruth posted two vids of Misha claiming that he had filmed several scenes, but had no dialog - over three days so it must be a scripted reason(A spell? Chuck? Is he giving Dean the silent treatment?)
Ruth posted a video with her trailer, but the video showed Alex’s as well, so Jack
Misha posted from set in costume. Minus the coat again, but I’m still blaming the heat…. But he was without in the two Ruthie videos as well… soo……? I don’t know. I still think it’s a heat issue.
Night shoots are scheduled in a warehouse. Hand painted signs indicating quarantine were nearby
Episode 15x03
Title: The Rupture
OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:
Written by: Berens
Director: Charles Beeson
Filming Dates:  8/22-9/3 (No filming on Labor Day?)
Airdate: 10/24
Photos:
Promo:
Sneak Peak:
Castiel? yes Jack? yes
Guest stars:  Ruthie Connell
Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):
Misha mentioned a scene at VanCon with him, Sam, Dean, Rowena, and Jack
Sam Smith was on set, but I would imagine she was visiting as she was in town for VanCon
Episode 15x04 (filmed out of order)
Title: Atomic Monsters
OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:
Written by:
Director: Jensen Ackles
Filming Dates:  7/18-7/29
Airdate:
Photos:
Promo:
Sneak Peak:
Castiel? Probably not  Jack? Probably not
Guest stars:  Rob Benedict
Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):
Jensen mentioned  a guest star “fan favorite”  that hasn’t been seen since season 7 that is no longer in the business. Guesses include Becky, who hasn’t acted in a while but isn’t exactly a fan favorite, Meg, who hasn’t acted but she was in season 8, and Balthazar or Frank or Jo or Rufus, but all act frequently. Jensen doesn’t always have the most accurate season memory, so he could be off on the season. Since this seems like a Chuck episode, my guess is Becky but I hope for Meg. SOURCE UNCONFIRMED- I haven’t seen this in a reliable source, so take it with a grain of salt.
There was a beaver mascot on set… it looks like they are filming at a school called Beaverdale
Jensen and Jared filed outside in fed suits
Chuck will be in this one. Jensen directed him first alone with his beard unshaved (so maybe a solo Chuck scene or him interacting with others/not the boys)
This will be a one off, classic monster hunting episode with some ties to ongoing storylines. Sam and Dean will leave the bunker to keep their skills sharp
Jensen directed
Misha will not be in this ep
SD Comic Con was during filming
Episode 15x05
Title:
OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:
Written by: Yockey
Director: Speight
Filming Dates:  9/4-9/13
Airdate:
Photos:
Promo:
Sneak Peak:
Castiel? Jack?
Guest stars:
Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):
This will most likely be Yockey’s last episode.
Not sure about Cas’s status in this one. I don’t think he was on set the first week of filming, have to see about next.
Matt Cohen was around, but I imagine he is following directors to prep for his own debut directing. 
Scenes were filmed in the bunker and in a wooded area. A woman could be heard screaming in the outside scene. 
Episode 15x06
Title:
OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:
Written by:
Director: Steve Boyum
Filming Dates:  
Airdate:
Photos:
Promo:
Sneak Peak:
Castiel? Jack?
Guest stars:
Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):
Episode 15x07
Title:
OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:
Written by:
Director: Speight
Filming Dates:  
Airdate:
Photos:
Promo:
Sneak Peak:
Castiel ? Jack ?
Guest stars:
Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):
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zecretsanta · 6 years ago
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Fic: The 1st Annual First Nonary Game Survivor Snowball Fight
To: @reivolutionary-penguin
From: @morphogenetic
for @reivolutionary-penguin! you can probably guess which prompt I went with based on the title here, haha. happy holidays, and I hope you enjoy!
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“So, let me get this…the four of you are taking an international flight…in the middle of December…to have a snowball fight?”
Akane sighs before answering. “Look, Junpei, we all have to do some stuff for Crash Keys. Aoi especially has some clients that he needs to talk to. The fact that it’s also going to be snowing back in Japan didn’t influence our plans in any way.”
“So the fact that you’re holding ‘The 1st Annual First Nonary Game Survivor’s Snowball Fight’ was just coincidental?”
A smile passes her lips before she answers the voice on the phone with mock seriousness. “First of all, we are absolutely not calling it that. That would draw too much attention from the wrong people. Second of all, it’s not going to be a snowball fight! We’re just going to be enjoying some time walking around in the snow. Aoi and I have been stuck in Nevada for almost three years now, we miss being cold!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Junpei says. “As if you four being competitive as all hell won’t make it turn into a snowball fight.”
“We’ll see on that, Jumpy. Not everything we do is competitive.”
She hears a long breath turn into a short laugh, before the voice on the other end quietly says “Love ya, Kanny,” before hanging up.
Well, this had started poorly. Before they’d even started the competition, all of Light’s clothes had been lost in bag check. The loss wasn’t a monetary problem – nothing was ever going to be a monetary problem for them at this point – but Aoi still despised spending (“wasting”) money on doubles of anything, so it was absolutely a ‘wasting five hours on clothes shopping while a grumbling emo man is breathing down our necks’ problem. Once this and the other two problems of ‘damn none of us have gloves’ and ‘Clover, that’s not an appropriately thick coat for the weather’ were solved, though, it was down to business.
“Alright, we all know the rules because we ain’t absolute idiots, but I’m still gonna go through them again, capiche?” Three nods. “Sibling teams, obviously. As long as you can throw the snowball with enough speed that it’s not just fallin’ to the ground, no guidelines on size. The team that hits their opponents the most times in the next fifteen minutes wins. If we somehow tie….I dunno, we’ll figure somethin’ out. Esper mind powers absolutely allowed, especially to coordinate with your teammate. Light, if you need it, feel free to ask for clarification on who you’re throwin’ at—”
“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” he says with his usual half-smile. “I can tell all of you apart by your footsteps, even in snow.”
“— alright, great, that’s what I figured, didn’t need to interrupt me,” Aoi mutters. “Uhh, anyway, I think that’s it. Any questions?”
“I have one!” Clover pipes up, not waiting to be acknowledged before asking, “Can we make snowmen and do snow angels and have hot chocolate after this?”
“…I guess? Good luck gettin’ anyone else on board, though, and count me out, I’m not covering myself in snow voluntarily.” He doesn’t acknowledge her groan before turning to his left. “Yeah, sis?”
“Did we agree on a reward for the winner?”
“Shoot, no, I don’t think we did. We’ll figure it out later, I s’pose.”
“Gee, not like you to be completely unprepared! What’s this about prepping a few years in advance?”
“Unless you immediately wanna lose a point to the Fields, I suggest shuttin’ up.”
Akane giggles. If you say so, Aoi.
He sighs a bit, only replying to her with a five-second mental groan, and rolls his eyes before continuing. “Alright. Guess we’re good to go. Head to your starting positions.”
With that, the four of them walk through to the corners of the park they’d selected for the fight. (Or, really, the park Akane had picked, after figuring out a location with minimal traffic and maximal space months beforehand, and that everyone else had agreed on, but that was neither here nor there.) They’d managed to arrive on a day where the snow was fresh, too, so the conditions really were ideal, minus all the problems they’d had before.
Ready, everyone?
Three mental nods.
Three, two, one…
The next fifteen minutes are a bit of a blur. Akane and Aoi had initially planned to keep track of each other’s movements via the field, and had attempted to make sure that, for the most part, they were behind the head of their current Field opponent. They had also both thought that Aoi, at the very least, would have some amount of camouflage from Clover when trying to hide from her from his white hair. The two of them, however, hadn’t realized that Clover would just mentally scream for five minutes straight, making it difficult for the two of them to actually communicate over the field feedback. (Apparently, her secret agent training had let her hone her skills to the extent that she could at least two-channel the field – not as good as Akane, but somewhat better than Aoi.) They’d also failed to account for the fact that Light could just hold snowballs in his prosthetic hand as long as he wanted without losing feeling from the cold, so no matter how close they got to him, thinking they were being surreptitious, he would turn and pelt them in the face twice each before they could hide and recover.
Five minutes in, and 3 points to the Fields’ 9, the Kurashiki siblings decide to make a tactical retreat to a particularly wooded area of the park. A bit of a waste of a time, maybe, but getting further behind isn’t an option.
Ughhhhh, this is impossible, Aoi groans. Light can just backload the snowballs, and Clover’s got that…weird…screaming thing. I didnt even know that was a thing you could do with the field?
Akane cocks an eyebrow. Really? I’m pretty sure that me mentally screaming made up most of the First Nonary Game.
Can we…not talk about that? We’ve got a snowball fight to win, sis.
Yeah, yeah. We don’t have long, you know.
Unsurprisingly, Akane’s skills at formulating plans under pressure come in handy as the two of them formulate their next idea. Stealth was clearly not going to work, especially since neither Light nor Clover was even remotely going for that approach. Instead, they decide, the solution is to incapacitate their opponents before hurling snowballs as rapid-fire as they can. Akane would take Clover, taking a front-on approach by throwing a giant snowball in her face before slamming small snowballs into her back. Aoi would tackle Light from the back (or, at least, as near his back as he could manage) and push his ears into the snow, making sure to dull his senses, or at least his ears.
With their hasty plan pulled together, they walk back, assured of at least a draw if not success.
As it turns out, the two of them shouldn’t have been assured of anything in a battle against two other espers. While the Kurashikis had decided to switch from stealth to aggression, the Fields had decided to switch their own tactics. Or, well, Clover had. Light was still storing snowballs in his left jacket arm – it wasn’t a broken strategy, so why fix it? Clover, on the other hand, had decided to alter her constant screaming tactic to constant silence. Let them communicate, but don’t let them think they aren’t being listened to. And let’s lie down in the snow, for good measure, so they can’t tackle us down.
So, at minute seven, two Fields, face down in a snowy field, try to crash the plans of the Kurashikis, simply by making themselves poor targets.
Keyword: ‘try.’ (In retrospect, it probably wasn’t the best plan.)
Hey, Aoi? Isn’t this kind of…weird? They’re both completely silent.
I mean… a little? Akane treads as silently as she can manage through the snow. It’s pretty likely that Clover changed her strategy of ‘just constantly screaming,’ but I can’t see what else they would be doing dif- oh.
What?
She pauses, muffling her laughter with her mittens. I. I think I figured it out.
What? Sis, what are you- oh. Oh my god. pfFTTT he LOOKS LIKE A FREAKIN’ DUMBA -
Akane doesn’t pause to listen – hard to pause when you’re dropping a snowball the size of your arm on a human, after all. She’s already started running when she hears the inhuman shriek that suddenly comes from the now snow-covered Clover.
“Oh, you are SO gonna pay for that!”
Clover.
NOT NOW, DUDE!
Clover.
WHAT DO YOU WANT, LIGHT.
I am thinking that this was, perhaps, not the best plan.
CALL ME ‘A BUFFOON OF THE HIGHEST PROPORTIONS’ LATER, NOW IS NOT THE TIME.
I was not going to call you that, I merely wanted to suggest another pl-
YOU AREN’T GETTING ANOTHER PLAN. BRO, YOU’RE A PHYSICS AND MATHEMATICAL GENIUS, FIGURE IT OUT ON YOUR OWN.
But —
Clover forcibly shuts off their field connection.
Light exhales – or, well, as best as he can exhale when he’s currently entombed by snow. To the best of his estimates, it’s been ten minutes now, and, at this rate, the Kurashikis are going to bypass their current score. He’s lost count of how many times Aoi has hit him in the back already, to the point that he barely even feels the next snowball. If it weren’t for the shouts of ‘COME AND GET THIS, EINSTEIN!’ vaguely echoing from above him, he thinks he could simply melt into the snow.
Hah. Melt.
As much as he’s annoyed at his sister shutting off their connection – a wall he would normally try to bypass, if he wasn’t in such irritating circumstances – Light still believes he can regain the advantage. He just has to pull this off, and the Field will be leveled. So to speak.
While the victorious laughter above him continues, he pulls off his prosthetic arm, and digs out a small space for it. (Logically, kind of a bad idea to do that while surrounded by snow, but victory in esper snowball fights supersedes logic.) He then stuffs the loose jacket arm full of snow, packing it as tightly as he can before loosely knotting the end.
“Come — get –!”
And come get he does. Light grabs his prosthetic before stabbing it upwards through the mound of snow above him, and, in one solid motion, springs upward, unties his jacket arm, and swings it towards Aoi’s face.
“What the absolute f-” he starts, before he sputters and chokes on the snow that’s just been swung into his mouth.
Light gives a half smile, before putting his prosthetic back in its proper place and spending the remaining two minutes of the match pelting his opponent with as many snowballs as he can.
In the end, they all managed to lose count of their total hit numbers, so Akane is designated the scorekeeper, to her dismay. It makes sense, given the fact that she’s the only one of them who can literally slip through space and time, but still. Not ideal, she groused, but she still does it anyway.
“Well, I got a total of 42 hits. Clover got…28? Aoi, you got 69 –”
“Nice.”
“– Light, you got 87 somehow? Man, I don’t even know how that’s possible. Anyway. That’s, let’s see, Kurashikis 111 points, Fields…”
“That would be 115 points for us.”
“Woohoo, hot chocolate is on you two!”
“I never said I was gonna do that, you pink-haired brat!”
“It would be unwise to discourage Clover from this. Once she’s made up her mind, she never strays from her path.”
“Oh, God, do I know that too well,” Akane groans, remembering the unfortunate end where Clover’s axe met Junpei’s arm. “Homemade, or cafe hot chocolate?”
“Uh, homemade, duh!”
The four of them make their way back to their hotel (which is definitely not conspicuously expensive for a few twenty-somethings, what are you talking about, dear receptionist?), only somewhat dissatisfied with the outcome.
Overall, though? A fair fight
Back in Nevada, one man wearing plaid wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.
“Aw, crap, I forgot to order the trophy!”
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Dragged Kicking and Screaming  ( 16/ 22)
Title: Dragged Kicking and Screaming  
Or How Burt Hummel Mashed the Hummels and Hudsons Into One Functioning Family.
Characters(s): Kurt, Burt, Carole, Finn, with short appearances by the New Directions guys and various ops who mostly take up space. Rating: PG13 Summary: Somehow the Hummel household and the Hudson household had to come together…
Chapter Nine Chapter Ten
Chapter eleven Chapter twelve  Chapter thirteen  Chapter fourteen
Chapter fifteen
16.
“Mom said this coming year, now that you guys got married, that we’d buy fireworks and I could light off our own….good ones, too.  You know those that have multiple rounds to them and go way high and are loud and everyone in the neighborhood could see.” Finn said.
“No.” Burt said.
“But we can afford them.” Finn said.
“No.” Burt said. “I don’t know if you are aware of this, Finn, but they are illegal within city limits and 9 times out of 10 are banned outside city limits due to the dryness and heat and fire risk.”
“So?” Finn said.
Burt looked at Carole, who shrugged.
“So, we do not to do illegal things in this household. That is one of the reasons we are having a nice long chat about you driving anything soon and your apparent drinking problems.  Now…do you and your mom have any traditions that you do for the Fourth of July?”
Finn shrugged. Burt turned to Carole.
“We’ve been going to Bobby’s but Finn hasn’t been happy with that since he was banned from playing with fireworks there after he set his cousin’s hair on fire a few years ago.  None of the kids are allowed near the fireworks anymore, that was a rough year, but really Bobby over reacted.  Finn didn’t mean to set Mandy’s hair on fire and Molly did not mean to hit Rex with the sparkler and I am certain Jamie didn’t mean to light his mom’s flower bed on fire either. Granted I do think Gabe and Matty did mean to start something on fire but I don’t think they thought the shed would burn like it did and light all the extra fireworks Bobby had stored away for their Christmas Day fireworks. Luckily Daddy was friends with the fire chief and the mayor and so they didn’t end up having to pay for the fire department response. ”
Burt just stared.
“What?” Carole said.  Burt was getting annoyed with the whole ‘don’t you dare think I’ve done something wrong’ face he’d been watching her pull all morning.
“Ok. I think that perhaps we should stay here in Lima and enjoy the festivities here.  We can watch the fireworks display and go see the car show and enjoy whatever is playing on the stage.” Burt said.
“Isn’t that hosted by like…rivals?” Carole asked.
Burt rolled his eyes. “It is a community thing and I like supporting the community, Carole.”
“Well, I still think we should just have a big party here and do our own fireworks. Finn wants to set them off so badly.”
“No.”
“I promised him fireworks, Burt.” Carole said.
“No. Not at my house.  Not driving anywhere in cars that I cover insurance wise. Not attached to my name.”
“Burt…”
“No. Kurt make a page for back to school and labor day and Halloween.”
“What should I put down on the 4th? Kurt asked.
“Nothing right now.”
“Well, what do you do for the 4th?” Carole said.
“Until this last summer, we had a float in Findley’s parade and then booths at the town celebrations of various places around us. Kurt and I would man one, Jake and his wife another, Wade and someone would take one, and Robbie and several friends would do one. Hank is always in Alaska for the fourth of July. Then we would come back into town and go to the car show…sometimes we would bring something we were restoring to it.  Then we would come here and barbecue something for dinner and then go watch the fireworks.  However, this past summer we didn’t get any of it organized and Jake and Robbie couldn’t do anything anyway, so we just didn’t. Kurt and I went to dinner at Wade’s and watched the fireworks.”
“Oh, that doesn’t sound too bad.  I’m sure you made a great deal of money at your booths and that is always good.” Carole said.  “Maybe we should do that next year too.  You and I could do the booth instead.”
“It would be fun, but I didn’t think it would be something you like,” Burt said.
“Why not?  What did you sell? I mean, I will not sell cotton candy or baked goods I have to make, but icy treats would be fine I guess…at least if it was just one day. And I don’t like manning a grill but if I had to I guess I could do hotdogs or something.”
“We didn’t sell things, Carole. We ran a children’s games booth.  We did a duck pond and a fishing booth, usually.”
“You at least made money off it, right?” Carole asked.
Burt looked to Kurt, who shrugged and made a so-so motion with his hands.
“Look, we buy about a thousand bucks worth of little toys…bouncy balls, bracelets, crayon sets, stickers, hats, stuffed animals, hackie sacks, yoyos, hair ribbons…little things and spend about 600 bucks on candies to be used a prizes and thrown at the parade.  We split them between the different booths and games and then we run the booths until it’s time to head out and back here for the car show or we run out.  We charge 25 cents to play both games.  Sometimes we add a soda toss.  We have fun and sometimes we get new customers.”
“Why would you do that?” Carole asked.
“It gives to the communities and we have fun.  It gives more options for families at the different July 4th gatherings. Finally, it is great business.”
“People let Kurt around little kids?” Finn asked.
“And that is the type of comment that Finn will have to pay into the sass jar for making, as well as pure sass.” Burt said.  “And that also might get him grounded.”
“Mom!”
“By my calculations we end up with about six to ten new loyal customers after each Fourth of July Celebration we sent people to.” Kurt said. “We usually do not make money on that day, though.”
Carole shook her head. “I take it back. I don’t think we should do that next 4th of July.  I just don’t understand why you do these things, Burt.”
“What things?”
“Those stupid boxes at the shop, this July 4th thing, that whole charity shopping thing you want us to do…it’s just ridiculous.” Carole said. “I just don’t see the point.”
“To help out those in the community that are less fortunate than we are?” Kurt said.
“But we don’t have the money to do that!” Carole snapped.
Kurt glared at Carole and Burt decided to let Kurt speak.
“Carole, when was the last time you went hungry because you did not have food and had no money to get it?” Kurt asked.
“Umm…” Carole stammered.
“Finn, can you remember a time when you were so poor you did not have food? Not when your mom worked long hours to provide you with it, but where even with that you had none?” Kurt asked.
Finn shook his head.
“Carole, were you ever at any point in time without a job and unable to provide for Finn and yourself?”
“Well, when we first moved here after Finn’s dad died and I hadn’t started my job yet…”
“So, your job moved you here?  You had a job?”
“Yeessss.”
“And at no time were you out of it?” Kurt asked.
“I changed jobs since then.” Carole said.
“But were you without a job or did you have the next one lined up?”
“I had it lined up.” Carole said quietly.
“How many did years did Finn qualify for free or reduced lunch?” Kurt asked.
“None.  I always made too much and it is just Finn and I.” Carole said.
“How many birthdays did Finn not get anything because you could not afford it?”
“None.”
“Christmases?” Kurt asked.
“None.”
“How many times did he start back to school without new clothing?  Or any supplies?”
“Never. Ok! But it was never a lot, it wasn’t what we deserved.  We aren’t rich!” Carole snapped.
“Then you have plenty of money to give some to others every once in a while…I never said you were rich.” Kurt said.  “Sure, you might not have the best of everything but you never went without, so you have enough to spare every once in a while. We aren’t talking about going out and giving to people every single day of the year. We aren’t talking about always covering everything ourselves. We allow others in the community who would like to help out to do so…even if all they can give is a few coins or a few cans of food or a coat their kid outgrew. It allows us to help in our community, to be a part of it.  By the way, we also put together 15 to 20 backpacks worth of school supplies and donate them in August and do Angel Tree gifts as well before Christmas. Dad will call about those on Friday and we’ll go shopping this Saturday.  So…nothing written under July Fourth yet, and we are to Back-To-School.”
“That is not a holiday.” Finn said.
“No, but it might involve traditions.  What do you do to mark the end of summer and start of the school year?” Burt asked.
“Huh?”
“Do you have an end of summer party? Do you do back to school shopping?” Burt asked.
Kurt sighed.  “For example, Finn, my dad buys me one whole new outfit, minus the shoes, which he finds acceptable to be seen in Yearbook photos.  It isn’t part of my clothing money.   That is all the ‘Back to school’ clothes I get because I have such a nice clothing budget. Well…except those purchases he mention earlier, like underwear and socks. We also go and get all the stuff I need school supply wise…doubled.  That way we get it on sale for the next semester as well.  Dad usually takes me someplace the week before school starts…his choice, so that generally means camping or fishing or such. And we go to the state fair and the county fair. Oh…and we do the backpacks.”
“Oh…umm…mom puts a pile of clothes on my bed and I’ve held end of summer parties since I was like 11 or 12.  The first was before Junior High.  It’s just a party party…music, food, whatever…you know. The last few years mom went out so we could have lot of real fun, you know.” Finn said.
“Yeah, again, not happening,” Burt said.
“I usually take him shopping once and we try on stuff…or I get his size from his uniform orders.” Carole explained. “Finn doesn’t like shopping that much.”
“I do…for fun stuff, but clothes are boring.” Finn said. “On the day she makes me try stuff on she also gets me a new game or movie or something like that. This fall I got a new phone, too.”
“So…If you have a party it will be supervised and reasonable,” Burt said. “However it is an option under those conditions. We will buy one school outfit and supplies…no bribes. I think if we are smart Finn won’t need a pile of new clothes set out for him anyway, because we’ll have done that shopping every month so it won’t be a necessity.”
“Yes he will,” Carole answered. “He can’t wear his summer clothes to school. He’ll need new clothing.”
“Kurt always has new school clothes.” Finn said.
“Kurt spends his 100 for August on school clothing and has a job which allows him to buy what he needs.  Kurt also shops for clothing year round and saves stuff.” Kurt answered. “He also doesn’t just buy summer clothes with his summer money.”
“Don’t do that, it is disturbing.” Carole said.
“I generally buy his jacket and gym type shoes right before school.” Burt said. “And I listed other things bought at school time.  I just don’t see why anyone needs to spend hundreds of bucks on clothing at one time when they could spread it out.”
“He has to spend all that money earlier on summer clothes.” Carole said.
“Carole, you are making it sound like Finn has more clothing than Kurt. If he is spending upwards of two hundred bucks on t-shirts and shorts alone, he needs to shop elsewhere.”
“Well, to be fair he probably does own more summer clothing than I do.” Kurt said. “I only buy a few pairs of shorts and a few t-shirts for summer and one nice outfit in case it is needed.  I work so much that I am mostly in uniform.”
“How much does he work, Burt?” Carole asked. “How much goes to paying Kurt?”
Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Carole, Kurt is an employee, just like the rest.  He gets regular hours which depend on the season and he gets a regular paycheck.  The only thing that is a bit different from his paycheck versus say… Robbie’s…is that his benefits are a bit different because he is a minor and falls under my healthcare stuff. He gets paid different for his hours towards certifications than his non-certification hours as well.”
“He should just work for free.” Carole said.
“The Union does not think so.”
“Well, Finn had better get twice Kurt’s pay when he starts working there. After all he is bigger and so can do more.”
“Finn gets less than half Kurt’s pay until he is certified and joins the union.” Burt said.
“You can’t do that!”
“Carole, I know we went over this when I hired Finn and Puck so they could pay for the replacement of those tires they slashed.  Workers who are not certified are limited in what they can legally do.  IF Finn wants to apprentice and learn all he needs to know for certification…the pay changes while he is doing so.  It changes again when he is certified. Until then…he gets what he gets and gets to do what he can legally do.  Pay is skill level and certification and union based.  Of course, Finn stopped coming by as soon as he’d worked the hours needed to pay those tires off…even though he was offered time to work still.”
“Working was cutting into his free time and the time he could spend with his friends.” Carole replied. “He shouldn’t have to work so much as a kid.”
“He was working two hours a week.” Burt said.
“He had to cancel a date!”
“At 10am?” Burt said.
“No, in the evening, but he had to go hang with the guys instead of go out on his date because he missed going off with the guys earlier.”
“Seriously?” Burt asked. “That is ridiculous.”
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~tis the season for winter fics~ *My all time favorite au verse-* (Both Shadowhunters au)
Alec was stretched out on a bench watching his sister excitedly decorating the Institute a bit for the holidays because why not. Right arm tucked under his head it was just them around most people were occupied,the rest of their family in Alicante minus Jace who currently off with some fling of his most likely. It was a quiet afternoon even better yet for once not a busy period of time demon activity relatively low maybe they weren’t so fond of the snow too. 
He joked about that earlier only for Izzy to toss a handful of tinsel right into his face so he kept quiet even when asked direct questions because honestly what did he know about decorating could be argued his room looked the most nonstandard when he went through a phase of hanging a bunch of things up. Around that period of time he tried being a photographer or something like that. 
Eventually pulled his phone out texting his parents to see when they were going to be around with Max. Tuning out everything,everybody as he scrolled through messages on his phone so hardly expected the snow that was dumped onto his head or a hand shoving his legs off the bench. “Hey!” Could hear Izzy snickering but then looking at the culprit it wasn’t Jace but Magnus who was brushing off a ton of snow onto the floor. “Seriously!?” 
Reluctantly sitting up staring at the other male wearing some dark blue leather jacket,his holster and gear naturally since he’d been on patrol all morning. “What fun’s having a boyfriend if I can’t dump snow on him,Alexander?” Rolling his eyes stood up grabbing the other’s jacket in a fist leaning in close before letting go after his breath ghosted the other’s face. 
Watching the pout that formed and the other cross his arms a moment which just made him smile,”Don’t ask me so you’re done for the day right? Happy to see the nod he got in response before finally actually kissing his boyfriend. Only for tinsel to drop on their heads right as Magnus purposely put a freezing cold hand on the back of the neck which timed perfectly enough he genuinely hollered causing some looks from various Shadowhunters,while Izzy laughed atop the ladder she was on. 
They were talking leaned against a table when boots running across the floor could be heard,following a portal and Alec moved towards his little brother away from Magnus crouching down to hug him. Some chatter later was in the office with his mother who apparently was the only one who could come by for the holiday’s which was alright he supposed. 
Talking about this or that when Magnus came up in conversation he immediately felt like going on the defense however she just asked if Alec would rather spend a majority of his off time with his boyfriend instead of the usual or if Magnus wanted to be a part of the family time. Which was surprising but he eventually managed some sort of reply.
A year later...
Magnus was stretched out on his bed while Alec was attempting to piece together the fake black Christmas tree they had grabbed at the store earlier. With very little luck much to the other’s amusement eventually he succeeded before flopping onto the bed next to him. “That’s it you can do the rest I officially am on strike.”  
Alec felt an arm wrap around his waist,”How ever do you manage being Head of the Institute if just a mere Christmas tree annoys you,Alexander?” Sticking his tongue out a bit at the teasing before playing with one of the dangling necklaces the other was pretty dressed up as usual was the case when not in his gear or well other situations. 
“I fake it and you’re the one who insisted on the tree along with lights in my room which I guess is more ours since you’ve taken residence in my bed ever since last year.” Grabbing a pillow tucking it under his head,”Speaking of which I need to go pick up your present later so you know maybe beneficial to you if did the finishing of the decorations.” 
They had been talking about it here,there doing it in some capacity so really the ring wasn’t going to be too surprising Alec supposed frowning a bit as studied the box in hand before tucking it into his jacket. However that being said Alec was also in progress of just maybe getting it figured out assuming they did want to get runed,all that business. 
So while they were looking at the Christmas lights holding hands later that week he figured would be a good time. Tugging his boyfriend over to a tree that honestly looked like a blinding source of light but-that wasn’t what matter it was the frozen fountain by it. Though in true fashion he pulled the box out only to drop it in the snow which meant the ring fell out-picked up by a gloved hand which studied it. 
“Uh so Magnus-.” 
“The answer’s yes and it’s wonderful.” Well could have been worst he pocketed the box watching Magnus take off a chain necklace sliding the ring on before clasping it again. “So this was my gift this year?” Alec shook some snow out of his hair honestly he really was still trying to figure how he just managed to be that much of a klutz. 
“Not the only gift Magnus and also if you want well I’m working on making it so could possibly have a Shadowhunter wedding with getting runed you know-.” Babbling yes he was red in the face from cold,embarrassment and talking an awful lot. Arms wrapped around him pulling him close a gloved hand cupping his face could see the change in Magnus’ eyes of pure happiness more so than when had just been given the ring well picked it up but details. 
“Thank you Alexander.” Lips kissed his cheek before resting their forehead’s close just standing there in the cold breathing out visibly as the warm air met the cold air all around them. “I love you.” Alec smiled a hand fiddling with Magnus’ necklace that now had been added to which dangled over his jacket. 
“I love you too Magnus.” 
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dannifielding · 7 years ago
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The Time Child Rewrite
Alright, I can’t stop thinking about this. I can’t promise that I’ll continue, or when the new chapters will replace the old ones. I, at the very least, want to get a few built up so it seems less... I dunno, messy when I do update.
But check under the Read More. Read the first chapter on FF.net and then this one and tell me what you think.
For as long as she could remember, which was maybe the last seventeen of her twenty-two years of life, Danni had always loved Christmas. Not just the day, although it was always fantastic getting presents, but the entire Christmas period. Spending time with friends and family, the music, the general atmosphere, all appealed to her and she always felt her happiest in the last month of the year.
This year it had actually snowed, in the UK, on Christmas! Well, alright, it was maybe a day or four beforehand, but it was the closest she had ever seen since she was a baby. She couldn't stop the grin on her face as she trudged through the couple of inches on the floor, heading towards her best friend Claire’s house for their pre-Christmas meet up. For the last couple of years they had met up a couple of days before the big day to exchange presents before Claire headed down south to her parents and Danni went slightly north to her parents. It was one of the joys of being a university student; you were now considered old enough to cook your own food and wash your own clothes unless you went home to your parents, so no one ever stayed in the vicinity unless absolutely necessary. She knocked on the front door of the red brick house, managing to hide the gift bag she was carrying behind her back before it flung open. Claire was still in her pyjamas, blonde hair sticking up in every direction, in contrast to Danni who was in her big coat and matching scarf and glove combo with her deep red hair sticking out from underneath her woolly hat in pigtails.
“I am so sorry; I was up all last night because next door decided to have a bloody party without warning. Again!” Claire screamed around the doorframe at her bothersome next door neighbours. Danni’d had many encounters with them in the past, and it was generally known that they were inconsiderate party animals. It always made her slightly glad that she’d stayed in halls for her third year rather than in the house as Claire had suggested that summer. She’d never lived well with people anyway, but for the most part people left the halls to get drunk and rowdy.
Danni shrugged. “No problem. Let me in, it's freezing.”
Claire did just that, giving the finger to the house next door, like it would have made any difference, as she headed back inside. Danni took a moment to take her coat and shoes off in the hallway, she didn’t want to trudge snow in through the house, and then she headed to the living room.
Claire was the last one out of her housemates to go home for the holidays, so Danni flopped down on the well-loved sofa and pulled her feet up on it without worrying about encroaching on all the free space. Claire had disappeared for a moment but followed shortly afterwards now wearing an oversized Christmas jumper and carrying a gift bag.
Danni grabbed the one she’d brought and they held them out to each other, getting straight down to business so they could spend the rest of the day watching TV.
“So here it is, Merry Christmas!” Danni sang out loudly as she pulled out a box-shaped present from the bright bag Claire had given her. It was too fat to be a DVD or book and she tore into it with the enthusiasm of a small child. Claire did the same with her small present and squealed at the silver necklace Danni had bought her.
“Oh my god I love it!” she cried. Danni laughed joyfully at the Doctor Who box that had be wrapped in shiny paper. She held it up to her chest as she turned to her friend.
“You know the way to my heart,” she complimented her friend as she gazed down at River Song, who was looking back up at her with a smirk; all bushy hair and full of sass. Inside the dark blue box was a faux leather Vortex Manipulator, with built in calculator and time and date display. She ripped it out of the box and placed it on her wrist.
“Where on earth did you get this?”
“EBay,” Claire replied simply. “I think it came over from America. It must of, it took like a month to arrive. I didn't think it was coming at all to be honest. That's why there's something else in there.”
Danni hadn’t even noticed, but inside the bag was another wrapped up gift. She tore the wrapping off and found a child’s Eleventh Doctor dress-up kit. She quickly took the red bow tie out and placed it around her neck with the same eagerness Claire had done with her necklace.
“This is the best thing ever!”
The friends hugged tightly, then Claire joined her on the sofa, grabbing the remote as she did. “I think there’s a movie on BBC1,” the blonde told her.
~0~0~0~
As the credits of Toy Story 2 began scrolling down the screen Danni stretched and turned to her best friend, who was curled up on the opposite side of the sofa hugging a cushion to her chest.
“So, Miss Claire Watson, now what?” Danni asked, placing a faux posh accent on her friend’s name.
“Dunno. I'm thirsty though, what time is it Miss Danielle Fielding?” She replied in the same style. Danni flipped open the toy on her wrist and showed it dramatically to her.
“Well, this is flashing 12 am because I haven't set it yet, and personally I think 12 am means only one thing,” they both threw their arms up in celebration.
“Snowballs!”
Claire jumped up from the sofa. “I'll bring the stuff!”
Danni smiled warmly as she watched her friend run out of the room. They were only visiting their families for a week or so, but she was really going to miss her. She looked down at the Vortex Manipulator, poking a few of the buttons to try and change the time and date but all that happened was she found out 2312 minus 2012 was 300, which she did actually know. She frowned and looked around.
“Where's the box for this thing? I want to set the time on it,” she called through to the kitchen.
“Down the side of the sofa. I had to move it ‘cause it was digging into my back,” Claire replied and she pulled it up and took out the instructions. After flipping through the manual to try and find the English instructions she opened it up and did as it said. Press the red button, type in the date first then the time and press the red button again. She typed in the 25th of December 2012 and grinned to herself.
“Oh I wish it could be Christmas every day!” she sang loudly and Claire's laugh floated through. She then pressed the button on the remote to bring up the time on the television. 14.40; that was typed into the pad and she looked at it with a thoughtful frown before checking the instructions to clear the screen then typed in 14.40 on the 25th of December 2006.
“I'm just off to 2006, won't be a moment,” she called into the kitchen.
“Bring back some lemonade with you. I can't find any anywhere,” Claire called back.
“Will do.”
Danni giggled to herself, sometimes it was so much fun being a grown-up child, and forcefully slammed her finger onto the red button. She gasped then groaned in pain as it felt like she had been punched in the stomach. Her vision went white, and she curled up as she felt herself drop to the ground with a thud.
~0~0~0~
Danni winced as a female voice rang through her head, waking her sharply up from her sleep. She hated being woken up, mornings were never something she wanted to live through. She opened her eyes and found herself not in her bed, but on a metal floor in a room she could not place, but seemed familiar.
“Who are you?!” Danni sat up and saw a ginger woman in a wedding dress screaming furious at a man in a pinstriped suit. Not just a ginger woman, Catherine Tate. Catherine Tate was stood in front of her screaming at David Tennant.
“But...” he looked around the console room dumbfounded.
“Where am I?” Catherine shouted again.
“What?” He seemed to be rather confused and she smiled at the look on his face. She had no idea what was going on, but she loved this part.
“What the hell is this place?”
“What?”
Danni pushed herself up. Maybe she got an electric shock from the toy. That must be it. She's unconscious. She laughed in relief; oh thank god for that. The pair turned to look at her and David grinned happy at her.
“Danni, are you alright?” He rushed over and helped her steady herself as she seemed to be rather off balance.
“Yes, yes I'm fine. This is just the best dream ever,” she replied with a grin.
“Where were you? Did you just come from the 1950's?” he asked hopefully and she laughed.
“No, sorry mate. 2012 through and through here. I'm guessing I'm heading back there in a few moments when Claire finds me on the floor unconscious,” she motioned to Catherine who just seemed to be getting increasingly angrier at the fact that she was being ignored. “Don't let me interrupt you, David. Carry on, I love this episode.”
He looked her up and down, taking in every detail. “Is this your first time here?” he finally asked and she nodded.
“Unfortunately it is.” He closed his eyes as if he was in pain then they shot open and he looked at her confused.
“Did you just call me David?”
Danni shook her head in exasperation and pointed behind her. “Aren't you forgetting someone?” He jumped in realisation and spun back around to face Catherine, who stared back at him aggressively.
He then turned back to Danni, still not quite able to shake the confused look on his face. “Are you wearing a bowtie?”
She reached up around her neck, nodding to herself as she did. “I guess I am,” she agreed before smirking at him. “You always liked a bowtie.”
“What does…” he started before sighing. All she would do would be to throw that ‘spoilers’ word in his face and he wouldn’t get anything else from her about it. Sometimes he really hated not knowing what she did. He preferred when he was the cleverest person in the room.
But, she was right, and he turned his attention back to the bride who had appeared out of nowhere. She looked furious about being ignored, but that was the least of his worries right now.
“You can't- You can’t just appear in the TARDIS,” he accused. “I wasn't... we're in flight! That is-- that is physically impossible! How did--??”
As he fell back into the situation, a stutter in his voice, Danni had to marvel at how her brain seemed to be able to recall the script and yet edit it to allow for her own intervention. Maybe she was some sort of dream genius. That would be awesome.
She’d also added in the details of the console room. There was no crew, no cameras. Just more railings around the edge to create the circle of the elevated platform they were on. But that wasn’t particularly awesome, after all she’d seen many a set photo in her time. The console room was complete, with her own dream Doctor and Donna to join in. She giggled to herself; Doctor-Donna, even.
“Tell me where I am. I demand you tell me right now - where am I?” Donna cried agitated. Danni couldn't blame her, she was getting married after all.
The Doctor just stared at her as if it was obvious. “Inside the TARDIS.” Danni shook her head; even if she hadn't seen the episode she could see where this was heading.
“The what?”
“The TARDIS.”
“The what?”
“The TARDIS!”
The Doctor turned back to the controls of the ship but his words were just gibberish to Donna. “The what?”
“She’s called the TARDIS,” Danni chipped in, wanting to get the most out of this situation while it lasted. She couldn't wait to tell Claire about this. She was have a fit that she hadn't experienced it.
Donna glared at her angrily. “That's not even a proper word. You're just saying things,” she exclaimed.
“How did you get in here?” the Doctor tried again, still trying to work out how she had suddenly appeared in the TARDIS.
“Well, obviously, when you kidnapped me. Who was it? Who's paying you? Is it Nerys? Oh, my God, she's finally got me back. This has got Nerys written all over it.”
The Doctor turned to watch her rant, looking her up and down as if the answer would just pop out of her. “Who the hell is Nerys?” he asked her as his curiosity got the best of him.
“Your best friend,” she snapped back.
“No, that's her,” he pointed to Danni, who blinked at him in confusion. He shot her a grin then turned back to Donna. “Hold on, wait a minute - what're you dressed like that for?”
“I'm going ten pin bowling,” she told him sarcastically. “Why do you think, Dumbo? I was halfway up the aisle!” The Doctor began fiddling with the console as Danni watched Donna begin to rant. “I've been waiting all my life for this. I was just seconds away! And then you-- I dunno, you two drugged me or something!” The Doctor looked startled.
“Hang on a minute, I haven't done anything! You watched me appear!” Danni exclaimed, feeling slightly offended at being brought into her accusation. Donna didn’t care that she’d upset her, though, and just shot her a dirty look.  
“We're having the police on you! Me and my husband - as soon as he is my husband - we're gonna sue the living backside off ya!” the Doctor didn't reply and Danni didn't really know what to say as Donna noticed the TARDIS doors. She rushed over to them and threw them open, despite the Doctor's protests. She gaped as she saw the supernova they were floating around, her wind taken out of her at the sight outside. Danni had to agree, it was pretty spectacular. It definitely looked better in person than when the Doctor had been saying goodbye to Rose.
Danni’s mouth fell open slightly. Oh, he’d just said goodbye to Rose, hadn’t he? She looked at him again as he approached the magically appearing bride. Poor Doctor. She hated seeing him hurting on the television, in person it suddenly seemed a lot worse.
Suddenly the way he walked over seemed a lot sadder. She knew that this episode seemed like a giant distraction from the pain that he’d faced, and she’d always seen it as that, but suddenly this dream was making that seem less likely. Her heart ached for the lonely time traveller. Would he let her give him a hug?
“You're in space. Outer Space,” the Doctor explained to Donna gently. “This is my... space-ship. It's called the 'TARDIS'.”
Danni walked over to join them, slotting herself in the other side of the doorway. She knew how this would go, however she just wanted to take another look at the outside before she woke up. She wanted to try and commit it to memory. It made her seem so small, made Donna’s anger seem so pointless. It truly was awesome.
“How am I breathing?” Donna asked, also in awe of the sight outside.
“The TARDIS is protecting us,” Danni replied without thinking, barely paying attention at all. The Doctor smiled down at her, a fond look she missed completely. That was the Danni he remembered. Always knowing more than she should.
“Who are you?” Donna asked the Doctor again. This time she was calmer as the realisation of how far from home she was hit her.
“I'm the Doctor, and she's Danni,” the Doctor introduced quietly. “You?”
“Donna.”
He looked her up and down. “Human?” he enquired.
“Yeah,” she replied before turning to him, a suspicious look on her face. “Is that optional?”
“Well, it is for me.”
Donna glanced around at them, casting her gaze up and down the two individuals. She tried to be surprised, but suddenly nothing seemed like it could be too far-fetched. “You're an alien.”
“Yeah,” he simply replied.
She took a moment to process everything, pondering on what to say next. Her Granddad had always said alien’s existed, but even he would struggle to believe this. “It's freezing with these doors open,” she settled on and he slammed the doors shut then ran back over to the console.
“But I don't understand it and I understand everything!” he exclaimed, rambling as he tried to grab some thought of an idea that might explain what had happened. “This-- this can't happen! There is no way a Human Being can lock itself onto the TARDIS and transport itself inside. It must be...”
He grabbed a device out of a tool belt he seemed to have lying around – usually very convenient Danni had always thought as she’d watched the show – and held it up to look into Donna’s eyes.
“Impossible. Some sort of subatomic connection? Something in the temporal field? Maybe something pulling you into alignment with the Chronon shell,” he lowered the device and Danni could see Donna’s hands clenching at her side. While on the show Danni had always found the slap very funny, because he could ramble for an age if he wasn’t stopped, knowing that Rose had just left him made Danni step between them both.
“Doctor,” she stated firmly, catching his attention with a pointed look. If he wasn’t careful he was going to get himself slapped. “Maybe we should take her to her wedding,” she reminded him pointedly. “She’s in her dress. Examining her when she’s stressed isn’t going to give any proper results.”
She blinked, surprised by how the reasoning had just rolled of her tongue. Maybe she’d picked up more off the television that she had always suspected. And they said that television wasn’t educational.
The Doctor, now broken from his ranting, took a look at Donna over Danni’s head. While part of him tensed at listening to her, he fought to push it away and nodded in agreement. “Fine,” he grumbled and Danni smiled at him as he turned to the console.
Danni turned back to Donna, who looked rather annoyed that she had stepped in. “Thank you,” she grumbled begrudgingly and Danni shrugged.
“I’m sure he means well,” she replied, after all she only had a TV show to go off for his motives. “You’ve just excited him.”
Donna gasped in indignation. “Is that why I’m here?” she exclaimed. “Have you- you kidnapped me to breed with me?”
The Doctor shook his head. “Of course not,” he snapped. “I’ve got better things to do than kidnap some human and breed with it. Where is this wedding?”
“Saint Mary's, Hayden Road, Chiswick, London, England, Earth, the Solar System,” Donna snapped out as she walked away from him around the console. How dare he not want to breed with her? He shouldn’t be turning his nose up at her. When Lance heard about…
Her angry thoughts tapered off as she spotted something on the railings. Danni watched her reach over to it and almost groaned; it was Rose's top, the one she left behind. Donna snatched it up and stormed over.
“I knew it. Acting all innocent,” she sneered accusingly, showing him the blouse, shaking it in her anger. “I'm not the first, am I? How many women have you abducted?”
Danni felt her heart tighten slightly as he looked up at the garment with a confused look, before taking it in and his face fell. He was so hurt. “That's my friend's,” he replied forlornly.
“Where is she, then? Popped out for a space walk?” Donna asked sarcastically.
“She's gone.”
Donna just looked more enraged than comforted by his answer. “Gone where?” She was obviously scared at her situation, Danni couldn't blame her but her attitude towards him was starting to grate on her nerves. He had just lost Rose, after all, her brain should have calmed her down a little bit. She was never going to watch this episode the same again.
“I lost her,” he replied after a pause.
“Well, you can hurry up and lose me!”
The two women watched him for a moment, Donna expecting denials and Danni wondering yet again if it would be weird to give her dream a hug. Donna suddenly seemed to realise that there was something more in his answer than he was letting on.
“How do you mean, 'lost'?” she asked, a little bit more sensitively. The Doctor stared at her then stormed towards her. Donna looked slightly scared as he snatched Rose's top off her then made his way towards the door.
“Right! Chiswick.”
~0~0~0~
Donna stormed out of the TARDIS as they landed, looking around at the tall, nondescript buildings. The Doctor followed behind her, and Danni slowly behind him. She looked upwards, it all seemed so real. She really should have woken up by now. Feeling the chill of the winter air, she rubbed her arms to try and gain some body heat. Would she remember all this detail when she woke up? Or would it be like the rest of her Doctor Who dreams, where she’d remember she had them but be frustrated by how little she remembered?
“I said 'Saint Mary's'. What sort of Martian are you?” she snapped, “Where's this?” The Doctor turned and faced the TARDIS, stroking it almost tenderly and ignored her completely.
“Something's wrong with her...” he replied, concerned for the spaceship. Donna rolled her eyes at him. “It's like she's... recalibrating!” Danni stepped out of the way as he ran into the TARDIS.
Danni didn’t follow him in, instead staying with Donna who seemed to realise that she’d walked out of a rather small blue wooden box. She backed away slightly, staring up at the TARDIS in shock.
“It's alright, you know? She’s supposed to be like that.” Danni told her gently, but Donna just shot her a look of disbelief and began pacing around the TARDIS. She reached out, touching the wooden walls as if she didn't believe it was there.
“Donna? You've really gotta think. Is there anything that might've caused this?” the Doctor called from inside. “Anything you might've done? Any sort of alien contacts? I can't let you go wandering off in case you're dangerous. I mean, have you... have you seen lights in the sky? Or... did you touch something? Something-- something different? Something strange? Something made out of a sort of metal or... who're you getting married to?” Donna chucked her hands over her mouth in horror at what she had just seen. Danni stepped closer to her but she just turned and ran the other way.
“Donna! Wait!” Danni cried and began chasing her. She knew the Doctor would catch up in a moment, but this was a dream and not the actual episode. If she didn’t follow Donna would that mean that she’d disappear and the whole scenario would change? Or would she just jump to a point where they were together again? She’d never really had much control over her dreams in the past.
But if she was going to lose one, she definitely didn’t want it to be the Doctor. She turned her head, slowing down but the Doctor came running out of the TARDIS and she smiled in relief. Oh good. He was the best part of any dream.
He fell by Donna’s side, barely having to walk fast to keep up with her. She only spared him a glance. “Leave me alone. I just want to get married,” she pleaded.
“Come back to the TARDIS,” he suggested instead but she just hitched her dress up slightly so she could walk faster.
“No way. That box is too...” she paused for a moment to find the right word to describe the impossible box she’d stepped out of. “Weird.”
“She’s just bigger on the inside, that’s all,” Danni tried to reassure her but Donna shot her a look.
“Oh! That's all?” she retorted sarcastically. She continued on but checked her watch, tears appearing her eyes. “Ten past three. I'm gonna miss it.”
“Can’t you phone them? Tell them where you are?” the Doctor asked.
“How do I do that?” she asked, distraught.
“Haven't you got a mobile?”
Donna came to a stop, turning to him with an angry look on her face. “I'm in my wedding dress,” she explained sharply. “It doesn't have pockets. Who has pockets? Have you ever seen a bride with pockets? When I went to my fitting at Chez Allison, the one thing I forgot to say is ‘give me pockets!’”
The Doctor nodded to himself. “... This man you're marrying, what's his name?”
The anger immediately fell from her face. “Lance,” Donna replied dreamily.
“Good luck Lance,” he replied and Donna glared at him, almost shaking with rage as she pointed at him.
“Oi!” she exclaimed. “No stupid Martian is gonna stop me from getting married.” She hitched her skirt up. “To hell with you!”
She turned and ran off, the Doctor sighing heavily in resignation. “I'm-- I'm not... I'm not... I'm not from Mars,” he muttered to himself. Why couldn’t he have a random bride who took to the whole ‘time travelling box and alien’ thing a lot smoother? Like Danni. She wasn’t complaining at all about it.
The thought had him turning to her, suddenly concerned by just how easygoing she was being about the whole thing. If this really was her first time in this universe she should have been much more upset about it. Was she in shock? He needed to remember to take better care of her now.
“Are you okay?” he asked her, concerned.
She shrugged. “I'm just getting a bit worried. I thought I'd've woken up by now,” she confessed. There seemed no point in lying to him, after all. He was her subconcious, he probably knew that anyway. It was nice, though, to see the Tenth Doctor looking at her with concern on his face.
“Woken up?” he asked, confused.
“You know? Cause I'm unconscious? This is all a dream,” she replied. He blinked for a moment, as if realising something before his look turned distinctly apologetic. That look on the Doctor’s face that would appear when he had to tell someone that something terrible had happened.
A cold rush went over her. The fact that, so far, everything was going just like the episode hadn’t bothered her but now that he wasn’t running after Donna she realised just how strange that was. “What’s going on?” she asked him.
Where did he start with that? He opened his mouth to reply when his brain caught up with him. The reason that he’d even been thinking of Danni was because of Donna. He jolted, turning around.
“Donna!” he exclaimed, taking off after her and leaving Danni to stare.
She could feel herself starting to panic, and it had nothing to do with what was going on around her. This was turning into a bad dream. She didn’t want it to. “No, wait!” she cried as she ran after him. “Doctor! Please!”
“Why do they always run off?” he snapped as they headed onto the highstreet.
“Do you blame her?” Danni replied, panting in a way none of the companions ever seemed to do when meeting the Doctor. “No one would appreciate being zapped somewhere they didn’t know without warning.”
There was that look again. Almost pitying and she really didn’t like it. Luckily he spotted Donna and rushed off before she could question it further. She wasn’t hard to miss, stood in the street in a wedding dress while everyone around them was bundled up against the cold. She was trying to call down a taxi but nothing was stopping.
“Why's his light on?” she exclaimed in annoyance as one drove past.
The Doctor immediately set off in a run neither women could keep up with. “There’s another one!” he cried but even though all three of them waved it down it just drove by.
“Oi!” Donna called after it before setting her sights on yet another taxi. Once again it didn’t stop for them.
“Do you have this effect on everyone?” the Doctor asked her as they took a moment to stop of the pavement. “Why aren't they stopping?”
“They think I'm in fancy dress,” she reasoned uncertainly. A taxi that drove past honked its horn and the driver inside made a drinking motion as he drove past.
“Stay off the scotch darlin'!” he called and Donna chucked her arms into the air.
“They think I'm drunk.”
“You're fooling no-one, mate!” A couple of young men in a blue car called out as they drove past.
“They think I'm in drag!” Donna exclaimed, hands out by her side, offended and a little hurt. The Doctor looked her up and down as if to check and Danni caught the look. Donna was already having a bad day, there was no need to add to it.
She smacked him on the arm. “Oi, rude,” she scolded and he grabbed where she’d hit him. He still grinned at her with that cheeky grin that she’d loved to see on the Tenth Doctor and, try as hard as she might, she couldn’t surpress the one that would appear on her face in return.
“Hold on, hold on,” he said, turning to the street and looking for the next taxi coming towards them. He put his fingers between his lips and whistled, much louder than a human possibly could and the two women had to cover their ears to protect them from the high-pitched noise. It worked, though, a taxi stopped in front of him. They all climbed in; Donna first, then the Doctor and then Danni.
“St Mary’s, in Chiswick, just off Hayden Road,” Donna told the driver quickly. “It's an emergency, I'm getting married! Just... hurry up!”
“You know it'll cost you, sweetheart? Double rates today,” the driver replied, looking at the trio through his rear view mirror.
“Oh, my God!” She turned to the Doctor. “Have you got any money?”
“Um... no. And you?” he replied.
She stared back for a moment before waving up and down herself. “Pockets!” she reminded him. They both turned to Danni, who just held her hands up in front of her.
“Hey, don't look at me, I'm just here for the ride,” she told them. The taxi skidded to a halt and a moment later the three were unceremoniously chucked out. The Doctor slammed the door shut as Donna made a rude gesture at the driver.
“And that goes double for your mother!” she yelled angrily as the taxi drove off. “I'll have him. I've got his number. I'll have him. Talk about the Christmas Spirit,” she ranted as the Doctor looked around in slight surprise.
“Is it Christmas?” he asked happily. He’d always liked Christmas. Danni had too, if he remembered correctly. It made sense that this was when she’d first landed.
“Well, duh. Maybe not on Mars, but here it's Christmas Eve,” Donna retorted. Danni frowned. That wasn’t right, though, was it?
She opened the flap on the vortex manipulator and saw the screen was completely blurry, like someone had broken a calculator. She had typed in Christmas Day. She was sure Donna had gotten married on Christmas Day, but maybe she hadn’t. Either way the screen didn’t look healthy.
“There's something wrong with this thing,” she stated.
“You have no idea,” the Doctor replied under his breath and she glared up at him, hand on her hip.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” she asked angrily.
“You'll find out soon enough,” he replied vaguely and she poked him hard in the arm.
“No, you listen here Spaceman,” she started. “You will tell me right now what the hell is going on. You’ve been looking at me sadly since the moment I arrived and I know for a fact you shouldn’t be. It’s freaking me out. Tell me what is going on!”
“I will,” he promised her. “But not yet. We have other things to worry about.”
He nodded towards Donna pointedly but that wasn’t good enough for her. “Oh no, now mister.”
He placed a hand on her arm in an attempt to calm her down. “Let's just get Donna home, then I'll explain. I promise,” he told her with a calming tone and she relaxed slightly, nodding.
“Alright. But you promised, and I expect you to tell me.” He nodded and made two crosses on his chest, one over each of his hearts and she couldn't help but grin at his cuteness. Donna suddenly hit him on the arm, much gentler than maybe she would have before.
“Phone box!” she told the, pointing at the ordinary phone box off one of the streets and they all rushed towards it. “We can reverse the charges!”
“How come you're getting married on Christmas Eve?” the Doctor asked, intrigued. Christmas was a time for families and domesticity on Earth, but it seemed a bit odd to be getting married when there was a holiday happening around them.
“Can't bear it. I hate Christmas. Honeymoon in Morocco. Sunshine – lovely.”
The Doctor held the door open for Donna, but stood in the way before Danni could get in as well. She frowned to herself, feeling rather left out all of a sudden. This was her dream, right? She crossed her arms.
Donna picked up the receiver before turning back to the Doctor. “What's the operator? I've not done this in years. What do you dial? 100?” she asked, still panicking about making it on time. The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the machine, setting it off with a quiet buzz.
“Just-- just call the direct,” he told her before pocketing it again.
“What did you do?” She demanded.
“Something,” he paused for a moment wondering if he should explain it to her. He decided against it. “Martian,” he settled on instead. “Now, phone. I'll get money!” He ran off and left Danni watching Donna try and ring someone at the wedding.
“Ohh, answer the phone!” Donna exclaimed to herself before trying another number. Danni watched as she suddenly took a breath, ready to speak. “Mum, get off the phone and listen,” she told her mother’s voicemail. “I'm in-- ” she paused. She had no idea. She turned to Danni, who also shrugged. She was a Northern girl, she’d never really even been to London before. She was no use.
Donna turned back to the phone, still panicking. “Oh, my God-- I dunno where I am!” she exclaimed. “It's... it's a street. And there's WH Smith... but it's definitely Earth,” she assured her mother’s answering machine. Danni couldn’t help but giggle slightly at the words. Donna shot her a dirty look as she slammed the receiver down.
“Bloody use you are,” she snapped before she stepped out into the street again. She looked around, looking for her best bet, before approaching a woman with a few shopping bags.
“Excuse me... I'm begging you,” she said almost breathlessly. “I'm getting married, I really am and I'm late and I just need to borrow a tenner and I'll pay you back I promise and it's Christmas.”
The woman smiled and nodded, handing her a note and Donna could have hugged her. Danni glanced down at the Doctor, who was still waiting impatiently for the ATM machine. She couldn’t let Donna go. She’d just get caught in the taxi with the santa robot.
“Look, just wait for the Doctor,” she said to try and convince her to stay. “He'll be back in a sec with money.”
Donna ignored her and, hand full of money, called the first taxi that drove past down. Danni quickly glanced into the front seat and saw the Santa robot and grabbed Donna’s arm.
“Look, Donna, just look in...” she started but Donna pushed her off and onto the floor.
“I don’t have time to play around,” she snapped. “If you wanna follow him, fine, but I’m going to my wedding.”
“Will you just look?” Danni tried again as she scrambled up but Donna opened the back door, climbing in. Danni turned back to the Doctor, who was finally finishing up. “Doctor!”
The Doctor looked over at them and his eyes widened. “Donna!” he exclaimed but the taxi just drove off. He rushed over to Danni’s side and she tapped his arm.
“It's worse than you think.” She told him, pointing at the Santa's playing trumpets behind them. He watched as they move to hold the trumpets as if they were weapons. “There was one driving the taxi Donna got in. I tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t listen.”
She reached into his pocket and pulled out his sonic screwdriver, pointing not at the robots but at the cash machine he’d been using. Money started spewing out and she grinned up at him as people starting running to grab the flowing cash.
“Just point and think, right?” she recalled cheekily.
“Are you sure you’ve not been here before?” he asked in return and shook her head.
“Never,” she promised. With another shared grin, they turned and headed back to the TARDIS while they still had the chance. This was more like it. The Doctor and Danni running away from bad guys. This was what her dreams were normally about.
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