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rinnysega · 4 years ago

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New Years Party: A Simpsona Fic

Just a little warm up this morning featuring some Simpsonas and OCs!

Here’s the story of how my sona Erin meets Irene (c) @purplepolarbear Zef and Jaap (c) @purplepolarbear Jane (c) @mimifoxarts It’s my first time writing for this group, so consider it one of many!

Attending a New Years Party wasn’t exactly something Erin wanted to do that year. She already had a busy holiday season as it was with the arrival of the twins earlier that year, and her house was still a mess with the new baby toys, Christmas decorations and other clutter still hanging about. She swore to herself she’d get to it before the new year, but between the exhaustion of two newborns, a six-year old, and Agnes Skinner’s constant nagging criticizing of how she was raising her grandkids, everything just sort of fell to the wayside. She had too much to do, but she couldn’t exactly turn down the invitation from Fat Tony to attend a celebration at his mansion - especially since he wanted her to come back as one of his nighttime entertainers. For old times sake, he kept repeating in the card.

These days, her singing was more lullabies in a rocking chair than ballads on a speakeasy mic, but Seymour kept insisting she go and take a break from everything if she wanted to let her hair down for a night. She was hesitant about it, but between his assurance that he could handle the kids on his own, and the fact she was getting paid quite a hefty lot to go back and sing for Fat Tony and his associates, well, she felt she didn’t have much choice.

Although her old dresses were certainly snug now, so that was great.

It was almost midnight now, and so the jazz band replaced her on stage to finish out the last of the year. She sat alone at the open bar, a long coat covering her dress while she scrolled through her phone for any text messages from Seymour. All she received was a picture of Scottie eating leftovers in her new unicorn pajamas and a picture of both babies asleep in bed with Seymour reaching out to give a thumbs up in the photo. While she typed back to him, the seat next to her was taken by a young woman Erin hadn’t seen before - not around this group anyway. She arrived with two older men, both with graying hair but with vigorous youth in their steps. They left pretty quickly though after getting their drinks - back to mingling with the crowd where one of them put an arm around the shoulders of a young, blue-haired woman Erin knew to be Jane. Legs often talked about her when they ran into each other and caught up.

Erin went back to her phone, but she caught sight of the woman looking over at her, and she turned her head. “Hey!” her voice was loud for it to be just her she was talking to, but then again the band was getting into full swing. “You were real good tonight.”

“Oh, thank you,” Erin said, raising her voice a bit over the instruments.

“Are you new?” she shouted.

“What?” she shouted back. The woman leaned in further.

“I said are you new here?”

“Oh! No!...Well, kind of!” Thank God, the band was transitioning to a new song with less trumpets. She lowered her voice. “I used to sing like...seven or eight years ago I think. It’s been a long time since I’ve been around most of these people.”

“I get that. I know maybe a dozen of them too.” The drink she ordered arrived, and she plucked out the cherry to take a full swing before popping it in her mouth.

“Do you know Jane?”

“Yeah, I know her. Why?”

“No reason. I just saw the guys you were with going to talk to her, so I figured you knew each other. I don’t know her myself, but I know of her.” That seemed to be the only connection she had to go on to keep the conversation going.

“Yeah, she’s with that guy Zef who’s brothers with my guy, Jaap” She motioned over to them with her glass to give Erin the clear picture. “I’m Irene by the way.” She held out her hand.

“Erin.” She reached over and shook hands, delighted to meet someone so friendly. Not the usual kind of person she was used to meeting at these kinds of soirees.

“Are you here with anyone?” she asked.

“Nah, strictly business tonight, but I do have a boyfriend back home.” She opened up the photos again on her phone and scrolled for the most recent one with Seymour. One of him on the floor while the twins crawled all over him. “And we just had these two little bugs.” She held her phone out to show her.

“How cute!” She leaned in to get a better look. “I see you two have an age gap too.”

“Oh yeah.” She rolled her eyes and put her phone down. “I’m sure you know exactly what I go through.”

“With his sister.” She was giggling about it, but that could just be the alcohol setting in. Erin had no idea how much she had to drink before she joined her. “She’s always bringing it up that he’s going to all of a sudden get too old and die and leave me a widow for thirty years.”

“That’s me with his mother.” She too was giggling about it as she took another drink.

“Eh, to hell with it.” She waved her hand in the air as if to brush aside the topic. “To silver foxes.” She raised her glass up and Erin clinked hers against it.

As if that were a summoning, Jaap appeared again beside Irene and whispered something in her ear. Erin checked her phone and it was already 11:58.

Irene got up from her seat, and turned back to her. “Countdown, do you wanna come?”

“Sure!” Erin finished her drink and set it back on the bar before grabbing her phone and walking over with the two of them toward the large crowd of people.

New friends were always a great way to ring in a new year.

#simpsons fic #erin simpsona #irene oc #purplepolarbear

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mmamagoto · 4 years ago

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are u guys prepared for this i put all five of the muses here on this one. so of course it’s under a cut for being long as hell

nicknames:

gender: female

age:

date of birth: april 30

origin of birth: listen they’re all from the human world on this blog so let me just save myself the trouble of typing that four more times

race/species: cat (scottish fold)

spoken languages:

romantic/sexual preference: middles toward aromantic

occupation: royal assistant and whatever else they can toss under the umbrella of ‘assistant duties’

hobbies: space, sports (or more specifically, competition), stereotypically Cool Boy things like dinosaurs and creepy crawlies, annoying natori

criminal record:

disorders: none

eye color: kind of a hazel thinking emoji they’re pretty tbh

height: markedly shorter than every other cat in this dang film

scars: possibly a few very minor ones from some scrapes and clumsiness upon first coming to the cat kingdom, but they’re probably not very noticeable

birthmarks: none

overweight: i’m. not sure thinking emoji she’s definitely a solidly-built little thing but considering she’s a cat it literally could just be her body type lmao. even so, she doesn’t consider it an issue, and neither does anyone else tbh

underweight: no

favorite color: olive green, pink

favorite food: yakiimo

wants to get married / is married: n. no

gotten pregnant / had a child: no

wants a child: not really. she’s content with her cool big sister role

likes children: yes. she has kind of a natural rapport with them

can sing: i mean. she can probably carry a tune

play an instrument: probably not

can dance: ???

gotten tattoos:

gotten piercings: nah

smoked/drank/done drugs: has probably definitely had Drinks. also like probably catnip/matatabi, which all things considered i’m not sure if it counts lmao

had a broken heart: not really

been in love: not really

a cuddler: Probably bc i’m still very amused by her and natori having to share a room during a trip to another kingdom and natori Suffering the entire time

a kisser:

scared easily: she’s skittish which is Unfortunate bc she is the ‘reacts to jump scares by punching them’ type

jealous easily: it. depends on what it is. she tends to be more the envious type, where she covets Unique and Cool objects over companionship

hot/cool tempered: generally very cool. she’s a tolerant creature, and i feel like that tends to get overlooked thinking emoji

trustworthy: mostly, particularly when compared with her two coworkers lmao

single: yes

extroverted/introverted: she’s adaptable

considered mean: this one is so funny to me bc i think, when compared with natori who is kind of in a similar position to her in the hierarchy, she’s often seen as the more approachable one which is ironic bc between the two of them she’s the uhhhh. less Understanding one. she will sell you for a corn chip

fears: sugoroku space, dogs (just slightly), stick bugs but every other kinda bug is Fine By Her, natori with a ruler in his paw

siblings: marsh (older brother)

parents: unknown

pet(s): none

nicknames: mostly (even now) referred to by titles by everyone except lune

gender: male

age:

date of birth: august 2

origin of birth: see above

race/species: cat (probably a persian)

spoken languages:

romantic/sexual preference: i kinda lean toward bi or panromantic tbh

occupation: retired king so. mostly just a NEET at this point

hobbies: traveling (mostly to show off but stILL). other than that, now that he’s retired, he’s struggled with finding hobbies that aren’t just napping or following natori around. he’s not a patient or committed creature, so when he tries something new and it’s Too Hard, he tends to lose interest very quickly. that said, he definitely relies very heavily on other people, natori, natoru, and entertainers, etc. to provide him with things to pass the time

criminal record: he’s offended at this very notion

disorders: does. does strabismus count

eye color: has marked heterochromia, with one blue eye and one red eye

height: Tall for a cat jjfkdeia

scars: none

birthmarks: none

overweight: actually, no

underweight: no, tho without all the fur, he definitely has a scrawnier, less conventionally cute look to him jfjfie;a

favorite color: gold

favorite food: oden

wants to get married / is married: he maybe kinda sorta misses being married (or, more specifically, having a significant other)

gotten pregnant / had a child: yes, so long as adoption counts

wants a child: a grandkid sounds kinda nice

likes children: yes, but to absolutely no one’s surprise he’s a bad influence on them and has No Clue how to interact with them when they’re upset. he also is 100% the type to throw hands with a preschooler

can sing: OF COURSE

play an instrument: no, tho he certainly likes the idea of being able to. he’s badgered natori into trying to teach him before inevitably getting bored with the practice when he’s not instantly a genius at it (see above in the hobbies section, aha)

can dance: definitely. unless it’s not a ballroom dance. then no one wants to see that

gotten tattoos:

gotten piercings: mm, probably not

smoked/drank/done drugs: absolutely

had a broken heart: yes

been in love: twice

a cuddler: It Depends. he was once someone’s Ultra Pampered house cat, so he’s of the five of them probably the most amenable to being pet and held, but he’s also temperamental and finicky so uh. Pet At Your Own Risk ig

a kisser:

scared easily: not really. he’s too impulsive to be scared psh

jealous easily: 100%

hot/cool tempered: HE CLIMBED HIS WAY UP A TOWER WITH NOTHING BUT HIS CLAWS AND SHEER OFFENDED WILLPOWER.............. and all with two swords strapped to him..............

trustworthy: not too much

single: it’s. Complicated

extroverted/introverted: extroverted, mostly, but he has his random introspective moments when he generally wants to be alone

considered mean: I MEAN. it really depends jfjfei;a i will go to the grave with this headcanon that he’s honestly well-liked as a ruler but has a definite reputation of being difficult-to-please and mercurial

fears: being genuinely or legitimately Disliked, pissing off lune to the point he turns his back on him, squeamish with squirmy things

siblings: none

parents: unknown. the previous queen is his mother-in-law

pet(s): none

nicknames: an endless cavalcade of affectionate nicknames from his father and no one can convince me otherwise

gender: male

age:

date of birth: october 27

origin of birth: see above

race/species: cat (the fandom seems to have him pegged as a russian blue and i’m not gonna disagree sO)

spoken languages:

romantic/sexual preference: probably heteroromantic

occupation: king of cat kingdom :v

hobbies: butterflies and moths, idk does urban exploration count for a cat lmao

criminal record: no

disorders: none

eye color: shares his father’s heterochromia-- one blue eye, one red eye

height: notably smaller than his father but still taller than natoru like everyone else jfkfd;a

scars: none

birthmarks: none

overweight: no

underweight: no

favorite color: aquamarine

favorite food: lots of different street foods, tbh, but his favorites are probably takoyaki and taiyaki (particularly when filled with cheese laughs)

wants to get married / is married: is married! and very happy with that marriage

gotten pregnant / had a child: no

wants a child: it’s crossed his mind, but not with any real intent

likes children: probably. he’s never really interacted with them

can sing: i mean. again, he can probably carry a tune

play an instrument: i feel like he probably can. at least one thinking emoji

can dance: yes

gotten tattoos:

gotten piercings: ........i should give him his manga earring. it’s cute

smoked/drank/done drugs: has definitely had some alcohol in his life. also the catnip thing again

had a broken heart: not yet

been in love: yES

a cuddler: i’m. not sure

a kisser:

scared easily: not in the least, but it’s mostly bc he’s a gaddang pollyanna

jealous easily: not particularly. he’s a gregarious creature

hot/cool tempered: cool-tempered, but without natori’s aloofness so he most likely comes across more reasonably or genuinely

trustworthy: Absolutely

single: no

extroverted/introverted: like natoru, he’s adaptable. and like natori, i feel that he’s become quite practiced at playing the part of an extrovert, but perhaps with more genuineness

considered mean: ABSOLUTELY NOT

fears: saying goodbye to any of the familiar cats in his life, Abrupt Change, vehicles are a little iffy nowadays

siblings: none

parents: cat king (father). the previous cat queen was his grandmother (uh, not persephone)

pet(s): none atm, but probably had numerous ones throughout his childhood, including a rabbit which ‘ran away to the mountains (aka the ninth kingdom)’ at some point. according to natori, that is

nicknames: poppet, a long time ago

gender: male

age:

date of birth: unknown. tends to use the cat kingdom’s new year celebrations as an excuse to celebrate

origin of birth: see above

race/species: cat (oriental longhair)

spoken languages:

romantic/sexual preference: generally idles between homoromantic and demiromantic

occupation: royal advisor/assistant. on paper, he’s retired, but it’s never stopped him before

hobbies: keeping goldfish, music, cooking

criminal record:

disorders: none

eye color: coppery brown

height: close to the king’s height. i keep waffling back and forth on just which of them is taller

scars: none

birthmarks: it’s not necessarily a birthmark, but he does have some kind of marking on him Somewhere (x-files theme) it’s well-hidden by his clothing

overweight: no

underweight: no

favorite color: lavender

favorite food: fish

wants to get married / is married: He Doesn’t Know

gotten pregnant / had a child: no

wants a child: like natoru, he’s mostly content with his role as uncle/mentor

likes children: yes, tho he’s easily stressed by them lmao

can sing: y e s

play an instrument: i’m not really sure yet thinking emoji

can dance: yes

gotten tattoos:

gotten piercings: he would never

smoked/drank/done drugs: like the others, has definitely had a taste of alcohol fjfjkd;a

had a broken heart: yes

been in love: he’s not sure

a cuddler: generally Not

a kisser:

scared easily: his composure drops pretty quick lbr

jealous easily: a little. a teensy bit. okay it’s much more than a teensy bit

hot/cool tempered: cool-tempered, but, as mentioned above, with a very distinct aloof edge that probably often leads to him being perceived as unapproachable

trustworthy: .............it depends

single: yyyyyyye-- no? yes. no. nobody knows

extroverted/introverted: introverted, mostly, but he plays a very convincing extrovert

considered mean: not especially, but again. probably perceived by many as being difficult to approach

fears: they are Many and Varied and most of them connect either to the collapse of the cat kingdom or the human world in its entirety

siblings: manami, sachiko (younger sisters)

parents: EXTREMELY UNKNOWN......

pet(s): three goldfish

nicknames: lune calls her sweetie in the manga and it kills me every time i remember it

gender: female

age:

date of birth: march

origin of birth: see above

race/species: cat (...not sure what breed she might be thinking emoji)

spoken languages:

romantic/sexual preference: biromantic

occupation: queen of cat kingdom

hobbies: she hasn’t really spent the time trying out hobbies just yet. has gotten a little into butterflies and moths bc lune likes them. has her eye on a number of more artistic pastimes

criminal record:

disorders: none

eye color: a very pretty blue jfjf;a

height: pretty much the same exact height as lune tbh

scars: none

birthmarks: none

overweight: no

underweight: no

favorite color: plum/wine

favorite food: nikuman, pastries

wants to get married / is married: is married! and like lune, is also very happy with the setup laughs

gotten pregnant / had a child: no

wants a child: atm, not particularly

likes children: also like lune, she has very little experience interacting with them. at least, recently. but i can not see her Disliking children so. u know

can sing: probably

play an instrument: no

can dance: some dances, yes. i like the idea that lune is casually teaching her behind the scenes lmao

gotten tattoos:

gotten piercings: no

smoked/drank/done drugs: a. again, like all of these cats have probably had some alcohol lmao

had a broken heart: s. sort of

been in love: yes

a cuddler: next to the king, she’s probably second most amenable to being pet and held, but she’s not really the type to actively seek it out

a kisser:

scared easily: not particularly, but she’s definitely more wary than lune is

jealous easily: not too much

hot/cool tempered: definitely cool

trustworthy: generally

single: no

extroverted/introverted: definitely introverted, but she’s not awkward in most social interactions. she’s more awkward now than she used to be simply bc she’s still not entirely certain what to expect with her new position and clout

considered mean: definitely not, to the point that i headcanon those who don’t know her terribly well are sometimes surprised by how remote she can come across laughs

fears: somewhat insecure in her new position, a lot of her current fears come back to being ridiculed or making a fool of herself, damaging her reputation right off the bat so that no one will ever take her seriously, or that it will bleed into lune’s reputation, too rip

siblings: none

parents: unknown, however for this blog’s canon, she did spend some time as haru’s pet in the human world

pet(s): none. she’s still kinda baffled by the idea of cats having pets in the first place lmao

natori very hesitantly but cheerily introduces her to his goldfish and she isn’t sure what to say fjfjk;ea

yuki, to lune: i didn’t know cats could have pets lune: sure! i had a pet rabbit once yuki: yuki: what

#;dash games #long post #g o d this took me forever sorry #lots of headcanons and facts :v

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sushiandstarlight · 4 years ago

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Cookies: Chapter 12

This chapter includes today’s prompt “comfort.”

Previous story: Of All The Beds In All The Hotels In All The World

Chapters 1-3 / Chapter 4 / Chapters 5 & 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11

Read this chapter on AO3

Rated: Teen, nothing explicit

Crowley woke before Aziraphale for once. It was that effervescent bubbly feeling in all of his limbs that tugged him from sleep and tempted him to roll over and watch the angel sleep. He wasn't the cutest sleeper, by far, sleeping with his mouth a little open and face half-buried in his pillow. But, Crowley didn't care about how cute he was, he was just happy to know that this was something he could have.

“I can feel you staring at me,” Aziraphale murmured into the pillow.

“Admiring, not staring,” Crowley smiled, reaching out and tucking a wayward curl behind the angel's ear, “I can admire, right?”

“Sure.” There was deep breathing for a while and Crowley wondered if he had fallen back asleep, “as long as you don't mind me doing the same.” Aziraphale's eyes blinked open and his smile was warmer than sunshine.

“I was just thinking...” Crowley trailed off as color rose up his cheeks.

“What? Isn't it too early for you to be doing any thinking?”

“Bastard,” Crowley snorted, “I was thinking how happy I am I get to wake up like this, potentially, for the rest of my days.”

“Hmm, could be a lot of days.”

“Could be the rest of days, maybe beyond.”

“And you're choosing me for that?”

“Well, we can take it day by day...”

Aziraphale huffed.

“I'm kidding, Angel, yes. I'm choosing you for all my days. And whatever comes after days aren't a thing anymore.”

Aziraphale let out a little delighted sound and, reaching out, tugged him onto his chest. His kisses started off soft and deep, but quickly became deeper and ravenous.

“Angel, neh,” it was difficult to talk with an angel's tongue in his mouth, and he was sorely tempted no use it as an excuse but, “Aziraphale, oh-” there was a thick thigh wrapped around his hip, pulling them flush together in delicious ways. What was he talking about? It wasn't important. Couldn't be.

Crowley combed his fingers into the downy curls at the back of Aziraphale's head and tugged lightly, pulling his head back so he could trail kisses down his throat, delighting in the shivers running through his lover's body.

Somehow, the upper moment also gave him enough air to notice the bedside alarm clock. He wanted to ignore it's damning information and carry on with what he was doing. Clearly, the angel did, too, rocking up into him with soft, needy noises.

“I need to get downstairs soon,” but his actions, he knew, were not backing up his words, nuzzling and licking under Aziraphale's ear.

“N-no, you deserve a day... a day... morning? Of rest,” reducing his angel to a puddle of sentence fragments was Crowley's favorite hobby.

“Is that what I'm doing?” Crowley pushed himself up on his arms, looking down at him, their lower bodies still in contact. Aziraphale's hands had migrated to the backs of his upper thighs, squeezing and pulling him to rock against him.

“What?” And the angel had also lost the plot. A hand sneaked into Crowley's hair and yanked him back down to meet hungry lips and teeth. He gave into it again, losing the plot, himself.

“Neh- Angel, really though. It's nearly six,” Crowley pulled back again, “And I need a shower.”

Aziraphale stared up at him, looking dazed a mussed and it was pulling at every bit of resistance Crowley had. But, maybe...

“But, you're welcome to join me... if you like.”

He watched Aziraphale consider this: that he would have to let go of him, but that he was also allowed to follow him. His eyes cleared a little and he pulled his limbs away one at a time, seeming to pry them away against their will.

Crowley kissed his forehead then both his cheeks, nuzzling his nose and smiling at him.

“I love you.”

“You keep that up and I'm definitely not letting you out of this bed.”

“I love you,” Crowley smirked at him, pulling away and climbing out of the mess of blankets to stand and stretch.

“You foul fiend,” Aziraphale blustered with no real steam, “tempter.”

“That's me,” Crowley tossed over his shoulder as he made for the bathroom, putting a little extra strut in his walk for show.

Aziraphale was behind him a moment later, tugging at his elbow until he turned around and then pressing him against the wall beside the bathroom door. The kiss he gave him made his toes curl.

“I love you, too, my dear serpent,” and he pulled back, tugging him towards the shower, “now let's get you cleaned up for the day.”

There was something different about Gladys this morning, but it seemed like a good thing so Crowley wasn't going to press. She was more cheerful this morning, an extra spring in her steps. She hummed while she cut ribbons in red, green, and gold to the right length to wrap the iced sugar cookies. He dutifully wrapped them and awaited her instructions. When she had cut enough ribbon she showed him how to tie them properly and curl the ends of the ribbons.

“Does it matter which colors I use?”

“Nah, whatever you fancy.”

Crowley shrugged and started tying the little packages, noting that she wasn't doing any of the tying herself, instead leaning back against the counter, cup of tea in her hands.

A few minutes later the front door banged open and slammed, making him jump nearly out of his skin. He managed to juggle the cookie in his hands without dropping it, but only just. Through the doorway to the kitchen stormed Edie, looking like she was on a mission.

“Oh, hey-” But she was gone before he even got another word in, walking straight to he walk-in freezer and closing the door. A moment later there was a lot of very loud yelling. Crowley jerked and made for the door, but a hand clutched his elbow.

“She's fine.” Gladys smiled at him, gesturing back to the ribbons.

“But, she's screaming.”

“Yup.”

“In the freezer.”

“She'll be out in a moment.”

He stared at her another minute then looked at the door and then awkwardly went back to tying the ribbons.

The door to the walk-in opened and then closed, Edie taking a deep breath and then walking over to them. Gladys handed her the tea and Edie kissed her cheek. Crowley felt like he was out of his depth and so he just focused on his knots. Edie appeared in front of him as she slid on to a bar stool on the other side of the counter.

“Oh, we might have to mess around and put you to work full time,” she winked at Crowley when he looked up.

“Everything alright in here?” Aziraphale's face peeked in the doorway, “I heard slamming.” His cheeks were pink from being outside, hanging nets of twinkle lights on the hedges.

“It's fine, dear, just an old lady blowing off some steam. No need to fret,” Aziraphale made to leave but she called to him again, “put on a coat, would you? You're making me cold.”

“Yes, ma'am.” The angel winked at Crowley and produced a down jacket, putting it on and heading back outside.

“I assume your son's feeling better,” Crowley tried making conversation, he was halfway through with the ribbons.

“Oh, yes, back to his normal self. I love him, I do, but I think distance helps me love him more.”

“The grandkids are worth it,” Gladys elbowed Crowley and smirked at him.

“Oh, most definitely. I might love them more than I love him.”

“Ah, that's just biology. I think we're programmed to love 'em more,” she leaned in conspiratorially, “besides, I have a theory that the best genes skip a generation.”

Edie considered this, nodding and sipping at her tea. She wrapped her hands completely around the mug, sighing happily as she absorbed the warmth.

“So, you scream in the freezer? I wish I had known. I would've made use of that during my last visit,” Crowley finished up curling the last ribbon, “Actually, Aziraphale might've had use for it, too.”

“Looks like we've got a couple more cookies to bake up and then tonight is putting the baskets together. Which is good, they're to be picked up tomorrow morning,” Gladys was slipping the packaged sugar cookies upright into the tubs and setting them aside.

“We sometimes call it the I-Scream Freezer,” she winked at Crowley and laughed.

“Only you call it that,” Gladys grumbled, but she was smiling. She turned to fetch one of the remaining bowls of dough from the refrigerator.

“I'll get you on board. You'll start of saying it ironically and then it'll stick.”

“You won't!” Gladys sat the bowl down and handed the ice cream scoop to Crowley. He started scooping the cookies onto the sheets, listening to the bickering and deciding it sounded awfully familiar.

“Oh, let me have my fun.”

“It was nice and quiet around here with you away,” Gladys tsked and took the first full sheet and put it in the oven before heading over to sit beside Edie, her own tea in hand.

“You missed me.”

“From time to time,” Gladys leaned against her shoulder for a moment.

“Crowley, I think she missed me the whole time.”

“I think you're right,” Crowley leaned his elbows on the counter and smirked at her.

“Oh, now, no ganging up on me!”

“Crowley says you missed me,” Edie sing-songed, tossing her head back and laughing.

“And to think, I was nice to you,” Gladys glared at him, but cracked a smile and winked.

Crowley laughed, a deep belly laugh that left him feeling light in the middle and heavy in all his limbs. He realized that all this time, something had been off about Gladys and he had missed it until now. As she leaned into Edie's shoulder again he saw that it was there: a level of comfort that hadn't been there before. That knowledge that the one being in the world to see you completely was near you, loving you. It made a person glow. Crowley wondered if he glowed when Aziraphale was around. He must do. He sighed softly, thinking about the smile that lit up the angel's face whenever he came in the room. Aziraphale glowed and it was for him.

“Aw, someone's having mushy thoughts,” Edie was grinning at him when he tuned back into the conversation, no idea what the two of them had been talking about- oops.

“Was not.” It was impulse to deny it.

“Oh, you should see them, Edie. Nothing but mush and gropey hands, these two. Had to put them both to work or I would never get any use out of this one.”

No amount of control over his corporation would save him from the blush that painted his cheeks and crawled up his ears, but that didn't mean he needed to corroborate this story.

They broke for lunch while the last of the cookies cooled, toasted sandwiches and soup in the sun room. Just as they were finishing up Gladys perked up, looking over the heads of everyone else.

“My word, we might have a white Christmas yet!”

Everyone else craned necks to look outside. Sure enough, large fluffy flakes were floating about. Few were touching the ground yet, but that could change.

“I'll go let himself know to haul out the non-slip mats,” Edie got up and left for the foyer.

“You know, I had my hopes... I wanted this to be a perfect little Christmas for you boys. Maybe I'll get my wish, yet.”

Crowley smiled shyly at Aziraphale who leaned over and patted Gladys' knee.

“I'm sure it's going to be wonderful, snow or no snow,” he reached over and squeezed Crowley's knee, leaving his hand to linger there.

“Oh, sure,” and there was that twinkle again, Crowley could see it now not just hear it, “But snow will make it more magical, I think.”

Chapter 13 is now up!

#aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #good omens #good omens fic #ineffable husbands #star light-reads #30 days of prompts #nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2020 #of all the beds in all the hotels in all the world #sequel #fluff #christmas fluff

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shadowthrone-ammanas · 5 years ago

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Guilt Chapter Two: Here to Stay

Finally the continuation of Guilt!

“Hey kiddo,” Snatcher said as Hat Kid strolled into the room. He’d invited himself abroad her ship again and had taken his old spot on the edge of the pillow pool.

“Hi,” she said with a smile as she ran up to him, seemingly unsurprised by his presence. “Does this mean you have new contracts for me?” She was way too excited by that thought. … Maybe he could come up with some later, ones that wouldn’t put her in much real danger while still being difficult and therefore apparently exciting and fun to her because she was insane.

“Not right now. I came up here to ask you something.” He’d been thinking about it for the past couple days since their talk and he may have already started preparations to find her good parents. Before he proceeded any further though, he needed to okay it with her.

“Oh.” She was disappointed, of course, why wouldn’t she be? But would she be excited by his proposition? “What is it?”

“As we’ve established, you’re an orphan. Regardless of whether or not your parents are dead or just abandoned you, you’re an orphan either way.” Hopefully it was the former because the latter was more depressing – people who abandoned their own children were a special kind of evil. “I however am a lawyer and thus have the credentials to fix that if you would like me to.”

Hat Kid’s face once again lit up with excitement; good, she deserved loving parents. “Are you saying you want to adopt me?”

Snatcher flinched. “No! I’m saying, I could find you good parents and write up the required legal documents for an adoption.”

“You’d be a good parent though.”

“Uh… kiddo, have you forgotten what I’m like? I’m a bad guy, remember? I eat people’s souls, I tried to kill you multiple times. That ringing any bells in that empty head of yours?”

“So? And you’re not all bad, very few people actually are. I think you’d be a cool dad.”

He scowled at her, crossing his arms in disapproval. “No, I wouldn’t. So, I’m not adopting you are anyone else.”

Her face fell, almost making him feel a little bad. But it was for the best. She’d be better off with almost anyone other than him as a parent. Heck, even the Mafia Boss would probably do a better than Snatcher could. So, it wasn’t happening no matter how sad she looked about it.

“Uh… okay,” she said, seemingly getting over it. “I guess I can’t force you to or anything so…” She shrugged. “I don’t need parents anyway. But thank you for the offer, I appreciate it.” She smiled at him. “But anyway, I’m going to Dead Bird Studios now. The Conductor and DJ Grooves are making another movie together, can you believe it? They agreed to let me play a small side character for a couple scenes. I was just coming in here to get a cool outfit for it.” She turned away from him to skip to her closet and pull something out. “I’ll see you later,” she called as she skipped back out of the room.

Snatcher sighed and slumped back into the corner. There went that idea. That was fine though, he didn’t care. He’d been offering to do a good deed for once on his unlife, if she wanted to reject it, that was on her. She was clearly perfectly capable of taking care of herself anyway so let her. It was none of his business.

“Earlier why was your first assumption that I was going be the one to adopt you?” he found himself asking hours later when Hat Kid returned after she’d told him way more about the directors’ movie than he really cared to know about.

“Well you’re the one who brought it up so why wouldn’t I assume it was you?” she replied, kicking her feet as they dangled over the edge of the pillow pool. She had a point. “I don’t really need parents though so it’s okay.”

He frowned at her. “What about the directors? You seem to like them a lot. One of them could adopt you.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to be adopted by them though. They already got the Conductor’s grandkids to take care and I know from babysitting them that they are a lot of work. And as cute as they are, they like to bite and pull on people’s hair and it hurts. I don’t want to deal with that. Also, DJ Grooves and the Conductor are still trying to figure each other out. They love each other, I know it, they just have to sort it out and then… kiss or do whatever it is adults do when they realize they’re in love. I don’t want to get in the way of that.”

Assuming Hat Kid’s assumptions about the directors’ feelings for each other were correct they’re relationship was likely to fall apart and cause trouble for everyone around them so… it was perhaps best they didn’t adopt her. “What about the Walrus Captain?” Snatcher suggested next because he’d liked his idea of finding her a parent; it would’ve been his one good deed of the century. Which would hopefully make up for the fact that he’d tried to kill Hat Kid; an orphan with a tragic backstory who was just happy go lucky because she was a freak. “You like him, right? He’d be a good dad.”

“Yes, but uh…” she grimaced. “I still feel bad about wrecking his ship especially since he still doesn’t know it was me. And if he adopted me, I’d have to tell him and I’m not doing that.”

A chuckle bubbled up in Snatcher. “That was your fault?”

“Wait! You… didn’t know? Uh… nah, of course it wasn’t me.” She put on a forced grin and looked away, making a dismissive gesture with her hand. “I would never try to steer a ship that isn’t mine.”

The chuckle turned into full laughter because it was just too good. The world’s perfect little hero wasn’t actually a hero all the time after all. “Good job kiddo, you destroyed a man’s livelihood and almost killed a whole bunch of people in the process, some of them children so young even I wouldn’t murder them.”

She turned back to face him, scowling. “It’s not funny, don’t laugh. How was I supposed to know that driving a sea ship is so different from driving a space ship? It’s dumb that the boat didn’t have brakes because it should’ve. … But uh… I guess braking in the water is different than in space, huh? Still though, I didn’t mean to. It was an accident and I feel really, really bad about it. But… no one died so it’s not that bad, right?”

Snatcher’s chuckles died down. “Some of us did get awful wet though. Turns out that box wasn’t waterproof. And that water’s real cold kid, I hated it.” The fact that they’d crashed into an iceberg made it even worse because ice was the worst. Upon escaping the box, magicking himself back to the mainland and then his forest had been a pain.

“Oh… sorry. But… why were you still in the box? I would’ve thought you’d get out once the ship sailed.”

“I only left it at night when almost everyone else was asleep. I didn’t want to deal with having to kill a bunch of people to keep my place on the ship, it would’ve ruined the whole vacation thing.” More like he hadn’t wanted to deal with people at all. Living people weren’t his thing and he’d rather not be around them. Why he’d chosen to go on vacation in a cruise ship, he no longer knew.

“Oh well… sorry. But uh… it’s all fixed now, right? Everyone’s okay and the Captain’s got a new boat. So, it’s almost like it never even happened and we can all pretend that it didn’t.”

Snatcher could use that info to blackmail her one day. Though… he wasn’t going to, was he? Because of that whole dumb soft spot thing he had for her that was a like a disease so… “Fine,” he said with a sigh. “I guess the Walrus Captain is off the table then.”

“Yep. I guess there’s Cooking Cat, maybe. But she’s already adopted Mu and I know Mu has to be a handful. And I don’t really know Cooking Cat all that well anyway. She just kind of showed up in my kitchen on the ship a few times to experiment with my stuff. Cooking’s not really my thing so I just left her to it. And uh… that’s everyone off the table because I don’t want to be adopted by anyone I don’t know well because then what would be the point? I really do appreciate that you even thought about it though.” She gave him a sweet smile. “So don’t feel bad about not finding me a parent.”

Snatcher grunted. He didn’t feel bad about that, he didn’t even care. So, he was just going to drop the whole idea.

A few weeks went by that turned into a month and then two. Snatcher came up with more contracts to challenge her with. None of them, though difficult, were terribly dangerous and he may have kept a bit of a closer eye on her than he had before just in case. It wasn’t necessary though, she was just as skilled and nimble as ever, excelling at every challenge presented to her.

None of the rewards he made for her could ever top the shadow puppet – or apparently the bow because she wore it all the time when she wasn’t specifically using any other hat. But they weren’t meant to, he’d probably never be able to make something better. Just like before she was pleased with every reward.

Eventually he started running out of ideas. There were only so many types of physical challenges he could throw her way that didn’t involve someone or something specifically trying to kill her. Maybe he could start coming up with puzzles to challenge her intellect instead. It was certainly something to think about if she stuck around long enough. Speaking of that though…

“How long you planning on staying kiddo,” he asked as she reentered her room after changing into the outfit he’d made for her as a reward for a challenge. It was a version of the cloaks the Subconites wore. He considered infusing it with magic so that when she pulled the hood up, she’d look like a Subconite as well but had decided against it because she’d undoubtedly use it to bother him.

She froze for a second before continuing on her way back towards him, the spring suddenly out of her step. “Uh… I don’t know. Just… however long I end up staying, I guess.” she shrugged before sitting down next to him. “Thank you for the costume, it’s very cute.”

He grunted, unsatisfied with that response. “What was with that response? Why would me asking you how long you’re staying, make you sad?”

“Um… it didn’t make me sad?” Even if her tone hadn’t made it sound like a question, he probably wouldn’t have believed her. She was happy most of the time so when she wasn’t, it was very noticeable and her mood had definitely dropped at the question even if she’d brought it back up. “I just… don’t know when I’m going to go home.”

“And come to think of it, when you first got here and mentioned why it took you so long to come back, you seemed sad then too.” And Snatcher had forgotten to bring it up again until now. “Why is that?”

“Uh… reasons.”

He frowned and crossed his arms. “Something happened at home that delayed you and is the same thing making you not want to go back, right? What is it?” He was curious now.

She frowned right back at him. “And you say you wouldn’t be a good dad.”

“What does that have to do with this? Answer the question.”

“It has everything to do with it. But uh… I guess I can tell you. There’s no real reason not to because even if you wanted to you couldn’t turn me in. Basically, you remember what I told you about the school? They taught me how to fly and stuff. Well, that voyage I went on with my ship when I lost all the Time Pieces here was my final test for graduation and becoming a full pilot. I was supposed to visit three planets, collect stuff from them and go home. Which I succeeded in, this planet ended up being an extra one which I thought would be a good thing. But turns out, they know I lost the Time Pieces. They don’t care that it wasn’t my fault or that I got them all back.”

She sniffled as her eyes filled with unshed tears. “They failed me. And because of that they tried to take my ship away. I stole it back though and ran away. I got away somehow and had to hang low for a while because they’re looking for me. Coming back here was a risk that I probably shouldn’t have taken. But… the planet I was hiding out on didn’t have any intelligent life and everything alive bigger than me saw me as prey and tried to eat me, everything smaller saw me as a predator and ran away so I didn’t even have any animal companions. I was getting so lonely I felt like I was going insane. So, I had to come back. Thankfully, it seems to be okay. But that means I’m stuck here for uh… a long time. Leaving would risk their sensors picking up the movement of my ship.”

“What happens if they catch you?” Snatcher asked.

“They’ll take my ship and bring me back home to publicly execute me. They might torture me too if they think I might have any information about their enemies.”

“You’re a child though.” Even when Snatcher had been trying to kill her, he’d meant to do it painlessly. Heck, rarely when he killed someone did he mean for it to be painful. Torture was not his thing, just eating souls.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m a traitor now and all traitors must die. So, if they ever find me and catch me, I’m as good as dead because there’s no way I can fight all of them and win. And it’s not fair. I got the Time Pieces back, all of them. Why would they fail me? All I want to do is fly my ship. And it is mine no matter what they say. It’s not fair.” She sniffled again as she looked away.

Snatcher grimaced as he reached out a hand to lightly pat her head in hopes of that being a comforting gesture. “Well… good riddance, I say.” He tried to make his tone light. “They’re clearly all a bunch of corrupt peck-necks. You’re better off without them. And it is your ship, maybe not legally but in this case, who cares about the law?”

“I know but… that place was home and… I spent my whole life there on that station and I worked so hard to get back to it. But now I… I guess I’m homeless, huh? A homeless orphan, the only thing keeping me from basically being the stereotypical protagonist of a kid’s book or game is the fact that I don’t live on the streets stealing from rich people. I have my ship though which… I guess is good enough.” Her less than happy expression said she was lying about it being good enough. So…

“Uh… you can call this planet home if you want,” Snatcher offered.

Her face lit up as she turned her head to look at him. “Really?”

“Yes, really. You’re going to be stuck her for a while anyway while you wait for those assholes to stop looking for you so you might as well.”

“Hmmm… I guess I could find a place to land my ship and live out of it from there for a while. That’d be safer anyway because then they’d have to scan the planet directly in order to find it. Where though? Probably not on the island because I don’t think there’s enough space. Definitely not anywhere near the Metro. The mountains are too mountainous for sure. Maybe the desert would be good even if it would be hot so…”

“Kid, I know what you’re leading to,” Snatcher interrupted. “And fine, I’m not going to fight you over it.” Because she’d undoubtedly convince him anyway because she was just like that. “Go ahead and land your stupid ship in my forest. That’ll be my good deed for the century, letting a dumb homeless and helpless orphan live in my territory, so don’t expect me to do anything nice for you or anyone else for the next hundred years at least.”

Hat Kid giggled. “Okay, thank you.”

Snatcher frowned down the document he’d just finished revising for the fourth time, making sure it was as perfect as it could get. Was he really doing this? Really? After he told both himself and Hat Kid in no uncertain terms that he wouldn’t? … Yes but… he had an excuse. She was moving into his first meaning he needed to have some level of authority over her and this was the best way to do that because it was the way she was most likely to respect.

Before he could second guess himself any further – which considering what he was doing probably wasn’t a good idea but he was full of not good ideas these days – he teleported onto Hat Kid’s ship again. “Hey kiddo,” he said.

Hat Kid, sorting through her closet jumped and turned to face him. “Hey Snatcher,” she replied, smiling.

“There’s one last thing I need you to do before you park you ship in my forest.” They’d already cleared a space and set up a basic landing platform, the only thing she was waiting was his okay to land. “I need you to fill in your full real name on this document.” He snapped his fingers, making it and a quill appear before.

She narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion before looking down at the paper. As she read her expression brightened. When she looked back up at him it was with a large smile. “You’re adopting me?”

Snatcher held back a sigh. “Yes but only because if you’re moving into my forest I need to have some authority over you. This is the easiest way to do that.”

“Yeah, sure it is.” She giggled as she picked up the quill to fill in her name in the needed areas. When she was done, she handed both back to him because now it was time to sign it and make it official.

He sighed as he looked it over one last time. Hat Kid had written her name in her native language, meaning he couldn’t read and thus still didn’t know her real name. It didn’t matter though. He signed it at the bottom before he could think too much about it.

“There.” He snapped his fingers as he sent the adoption document to the same sealed, protected, and hidden room he kept the contracts with the Subconites in. “I’m legal guardian now.”

“Thank you!” She ran over and hugged him. He sighed and tolerated it. Just this once though, after this no more hugs. … He was glad she was happy though.

#My writing #Ahit #A hat in time #snatcher & hat kid #dadcher #fluff #adoption

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pixigirl · 5 years ago

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Feeling a little sleepy - Pt. 3

A miraculous ladybug role play, this has one more part coming. This is a typed version of an amazing role play I was part of in the Tumblr chat called Miraculous Ladybug Role play. Owner: @viperionx

Participants: @pixigirl and @fleur-de-jasmin-fdj

All fluff some angst.

Chapter name: The universe hates me.

Summary: Did he just say princess.

Context: Post-Reveal.

Marinette

Adrien

Alya

N: Nino

Nurse: Nurse

(school the next day)

Guys, you won’t believe what happened yesterday.

Hmmm

*squealing and throws her phone at them* LOOK!

*internally: aww half the city probably saw this *internal groan**

I posted it on the ladyblog

N: no way man

*blushing* they look cute together

*pretty silent*

N: babe how did you get this

I saw them patrolling.

*turns to Mari* What do you think, princess. Don’t they look cute together? I ship the.

Umm yeah, they do. Wait, princess?

Uhhhh. W-what do you mean?

*squealing*

N: dude you called her princess!

I-i didn’t *blushes*

It looks like prince charming found his princess

N: ooooooo *hand over mouth*

*glares at Nino*

Uh uh um *stuttering like crazy in shock. Doesn’t know how to react*

Why don’t we leave the prince and the princess alone so they could shower each other in affection.

N: yeah let’s go, babe.

*grabs Nino and drags him to a distance and Alya opens her phone camera to take any photos in case they kiss*

C-C-chat?

*rubs the back of his neck* y-yeah

Oh my gosh and you saw… the other day.. when i

Seriously?! I told you the universe hates me! *grumbling into her hands*

*laughs* and I told you that no one can hate you

*grabs her wrist and moves her hands away from her face and then still holding them* I hope your not disappointed that it’s me.

Are you kidding!

You mean kitten

*groans* and I had a mental break down in front of you

It’s okay, bugaboo.

My partner is also.. the love of my life and he sang a love song with m-m-me *faints*

I’m glad I was ther-

*catches her* Marinette!

*everything fades so black as people rush towards her*

*Adrien carries her bride style to the nurse’s office*

*Alya and Nino following quickly behind*

*puts her on the bed*

Nurse: you two will have to go now. We don’t want to crowd her. She looks as though she will be fine. Just overwhelmed was all.

N: you stay with her dude. Let us know when she wakes up.

*turns to Adrien* take care of her or I will end you and I want to know what happened afterwards.

*futters eyes open* w-what happened? Where am I?

It’s okay Marinette. You fainted, and you scared me *holds her hand*

Aaaah today is not going to way. I just fainted in front of you as well. Fate is not on my side.

*rubs her palm with his thumb*

The universe hates me.

It’s okay. Princess. If it helps you still were cute. And the universe doesn’t hate you.

You sure?

No one is capable of hating you. I’m 100% sure.

I think my life has reached a new low.

The universe, of course, doesn’t hate you after all the love of your life as you say, carried you here and is now holding your hand.

Ha yeah, I guess he is. What are we gonna tell Nino and Alya though?

Maybe tell them how much I love you?

Kitty *blush* If I was feeling a bit better I would sit up and give you a kiss but you might have to do that part.

I would be honoured *leans down and kisses her*

*Pulls him closer and deepens the kiss with her free arm*

*Alya and Nino enter while they are kissing*

Wow I’ve been waiting forever for this moment

I’ve waited longer.

*realises they are watching and blushes*

N: dud I didn’t know you were into Marinette, sweet.

NO. WAY.

Hehe surprise.

We need a photo for your kids.

Alya no!

Alya yes.

Is that your first kiss?

Maybe? What’s it to you.

So you have kissed before *squeals* when?

No Alya. You’ve got it all wrong. This was my first kiss. *blushes* surprise! Again. *looks at Adrien*.

Sorry if it was a bad kiss.

It wasn’t, I loved it. Although I wouldn’t mind another one…

Don’t even think about it. Not while they are watching.

Ummmm nah I don’t care *kisses her*

*takes out phone and takes photos*

N: Yes, I will show my grandkids this moment.

Alya! Nino! Get out!

Do you mean you and Alya’s grandkids?

N: *blushes*

*blushes*

N: you know I love you babe

I love you too.

Guys get a ROOM!

Not before we know how? When? Where? When did all this start? When did he confess?

Don’t even. You're ruining the moment. I can’t have a bit of time with my… what are you, boyfriend? Anyway, I’ll tell you the deets tomorrow.

I will gladly tell you how the love of my life and I confessed after I spent some time with her.

Fine. Let’s go Nino *Leaves and grabs Nino on the way out*

N: Bye! *as he is pulled out the door*

Bye.

Now that they are gone *kisses her*

Mmm wow really taking you time aren’t you.

Of course, I have all the time in the world to spend with you.

Do you now? It’s nearly the end of the day. Why don’t we go back to your house?

Yes, let’s go. You know I will go anywhere you are m’lady.

Okay. Will you carry me or will I carry you then? We’ve gotta travel in style.

I will carry you, you feel so right in my arms. So warm.

Sure. I do feel safe in your arms.

Ok, there is a window in here. Claws out. *holds her in bride style* Read to go?

Always.

---arrives at his house---

Claws in *places Mari down*

Comfy. So what shall we do now?

Ummm I don’t know. What would you like to do, bugaboo.

Well I wouldn’t mind singing ith you again. Your very talented monsieur Agreste.

Why thank you, m’lady. It would be such an honour to perform with you.

Ok. Do you know moon river?

Of course. I am a cat with taste *sits down and pats the seat beside him*

https://open.spotify.com/track/60S0LkuUyzHzX29KWew1a6?si=qJEwL8WkSl6aa2SVCFuoEQ

--- moon river starts and finishes---

You sing like an angel. I will never get tired of hearing your voice.

Aww your too kind. Well that smile of yours never gets old… boyfriend. That is going to take some getting used to.

*blushes*

Why thank you… girlfriend.

Maybe the universe doesn’t hate me after all.

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collecting-stories · 5 years ago

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Halloween - Georgia Spin-off

A/N: This takes place a few years in the future. Savannah is thirteen. I just wanted to do something nice for you guys and I know some of you had mentioned some ideas of what you wanted to see for them in the future.

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“Dad hurry up!” Savannah shouted down the hallway of the small apartment. Two bedrooms above the Pharmacy felt like plenty of space when you’d first moved in but Savannah was thirteen now and it was beginning to feel cramped. When there was no reply from the bedroom she huffed and turned back to the couch, smiling, “are you excited? Can you say trick or treat?”

The almost 18 month old sitting on the couch, dressed as a deer (as per Savannah’s request) smiled before attempting to repeat her. After struggling on the T for a minute he produced a shaky “tricker,” and dissolved into laughter.

“Yer gonna scare ‘im with that get-up.” Daryl admonished, finally coming into the room. He was pulling his vest and jacket on as you emerged from the bedroom behind him.

Savannah sneered at her dad and faked a laugh, “your not funny.” She’d been moody all week and when she wasn’t she was neurotically trying to coordinate Halloween costumes.

“Hear that,” Daryl asked, scooping the baby up into his arms, “I ain’t funny Wyatt.”

“Dad!” Savannah whined, looking passed him to you, “mom, make him stop.”

“No luck Anna. Come on, grab your backpack and we’ll go out to the truck.” You suggested, waving to the empty backpack she had designated for her trick-or-treat bag. She was a zombie and she’d managed to convince Daryl to do the zombie makeup on her after you had deemed the task ‘too complicated’ for your basic knowledge of anything more complicated than a lipstick application. You were into your early thirties and you still hadn’t mastered a smokey eye, there was no way you were capable of making your kid look like she’d risen from the dead.

Daryl had been helpful but also not. He did the makeup that she wanted, even spent hours sitting with her watching youtube makeup tutorials to try and perfect the craft. He’d gotten the gore pretty spot on too, she definitely looked like she was a rotting corpse. When she’d requested that Wyatt be dressed as a deer that she post-dead took a bite out of Daryl had complied with that too. But his first reaction had nearly derailed the entire operation because they had a enjoyed nothing more than teasing each other and with her current moodiness she was unappreciative when he told her that “ya look enough like a zombie in the mornin’ don’t need special makeup.”

“Carl’s being Indiana Jones and Sophia said she’s being cheerleader.” Savannah commented, leaning forward so she could talk to you better as Daryl drove over to Rick’s house. The neighborhood was better for trick or treating than the main street and the three kids had been going together since you moved back to King County. “Plus Judith is coming this year because Lori’s working and so’s Shane. And Patrick’s mom is finally letting him out to trick or treat but she said as long as he doesn’t bring home too much candy so he said we could have half of everything he gets...”

The current events update from Savannah continued the entire way to Rick’s house and only stopped so she could jump out of the truck and see Merle, who was standing on the front lawn with Carol. She’d giddily talked about the possibility of her and Sophia becoming cousins for the last two years though nothing had happened yet.

“Think we could pull back out while she ain’t lookin’?” Daryl asked, his hand squeezing your knee.

“You forget there’s two of them now...what would we do with Wyatt?” You replied, kissing his cheek and looking at your son through the rearview. He was the spitting image of Daryl’s baby pictures and shockingly well behaved almost always.

“Damn, guess we’re staying,” He put the truck in park and got out, unbuckling Wyatt from his car seat and carrying the baby over to see Merle and Carol. No one had been more excited, or more terrified, than Daryl when you’d told him that you were expecting. And the fear only mounted when he found out it was a boy.

After a weekend hunting alone though he’d come home with a renewed optimism about the whole situation. He loved Savannah and he knew he was a good dad, he wasn’t so shy about it anymore. Getting to be there for everything this time would be different and had been different but he lost the fear of it pretty quickly. You’d been through it before and you’d get him through whatever parts he was unsure of. Like always.

“I think you’re supposed to make baby costumes cute,” Carol teased, kissing Daryl on the cheek and taking Wyatt from him. Being the newest baby of the group, everyone got pretty excited whenever opportunity arose to coddle Wyatt.

“I only follow directions.”

“He’s supposed to my dinner.” Savannah cut in, leaning back against her dad and smiling up at him, “dad made me a zombie and Wy’s the deer I snacked on.”

“Certainly did a good job.” Rick commented, coming down the porch steps.

“Uncle Rick!”

The group felt like it was multiplying every year. It’d started with you and Michonne taking Carl, Savannah, Sophia, and Andre around the neighborhood but over the few short years since it started you had added on to the group. This year you had Carl, Savannah, Andre, Judith, Sophia, Hershel, Wyatt, and Carl’s friend Patrick. Enough for a soccer team maybe if they were all the same age. Rick and Daryl still stayed behind, using the claim that someone had to hand out candy though you were sure the only person actually doing that would be Carol. The guys, Glen included this year, would be doing the same thing they always were, sitting around drinking on the porch.

“Why am I always designated trick or treater?” You asked, securing Wyatt in the stroller with RJ.

“Ya want me ta take ‘em?” Daryl offered. He was holding the handle on the stroller, keeping it steady, though his eyes were on you. Admiring the view of his fiancée, even if you were just squatting on the ground to buckle Wyatt in.

“No,” you stood and came around to kiss him quickly, “I just like hearing you offer to.”

Daryl frowned and you smiled when his nose twitched a little, confused was your favorite version of him.

“I don’t wanna let you in on the secret but I probably should,” you teased, “most guys don’t offer to take care of their kids quite so quickly when they could be relaxing with a beer.”

He shrugged in return, “ain’t tryin’ ta be my old man.”

“God I love you. Let’s both ditch the kids and go back home.” You teased, kissing him.

“You two are gonna have another baby before Wyatt’s three.” Michonne called, walking up to the two of you. She had Judith in her arms.

The hurdle of Lori calling Rick that afternoon to ask if Judith could accompany her brother trick or treating had not been as daunting as Lori thought it would. All bad blood aside, Judith was Carl’s sister and Rick wanted him to love her as much as he loved Andre and any future child he and Michonne might have. So he had been welcoming to the toddler spending the evening with them and Michonne had been doting, Judith was sweet and Michonne was enjoying having a girl in the house.

“God she looks like Shane.” You laughed, taking Judith, “Hi Judy, are you excited to trick or treat?”

“Yeah,” she nodded.

“I like your costume.”

“I’m a princess.”

“I’ll say,” You twisted with her in your arms so she was facing Daryl, “look, doesn’t he have a scary costume.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, nudging your shoulder.

Judith laughed and buried her face in your neck, shy all of a sudden. “See, she agrees.”

“Mom! We’re ready!” Savannah shouted, running down the steps with Carl, Patrick, and Sophia.

Merle left for work and Carol headed back to the motel for the evening while you, Michonne, and Maggie walked the kids around the neighborhood. Savannah took the role of big sister very seriously, as she had since the moment you announced that you were expecting again. She took turns pushing the stroller and, on a few occasions, brought Wyatt up with her to the door so people could see their coordinating costumes.

“Any Thanksgiving plans?” Maggie asked as you walked further through the neighborhood.

“Deanna invited us up to D.C. for the holiday and we’ve been thinking about going. It’s been since August that Savannah saw Gracie and I know they miss each other. Plus her and Sophia have been talking about going around D.C. together.” You replied.

“That’d be nice, I’m sure Deanna is excited to see Wyatt and Savannah.”

“Oh god yes, she loves them. And Aiden’s girlfriend is due in a couple weeks so she’s even more excited, she keeps talking about having all three grandkids in the house together.” You replied, “I won’t be surprised if she takes them all to sears for a picture.”

After trick or treating and pizza at Rick’s house you headed home, happy that the weekend was tomorrow and you didn’t have to get up early for work. Savannah was still wired from the excitement of the night though Wyatt had passed out in the truck on the way home. You volunteered to put him to sleep, leaving Daryl and Savannah at the kitchen table sorting through candy.

“Do you want the snickers? I don’t like them.” She noted, dum-dum bobbing in her mouth as she spoke.

“Nah, ya can bring it tomorrow though, see if Axel wants it.” He mentioned. Savannah was coming with him to the garage in the morning while you took Wyatt to the doctor’s. All his protesting that you never spend time at the garage when you were younger was for null, it was nearly every other day you were dropping in or Savannah was coming over after school. Axel, Tiny, and Dale loved the girl too and Axel told her some ridiculous stories.

“Okay.” She scooted off the kitchen table and wrapped her arms around Daryl, hugging him tightly, “thanks for doing my makeup, everybody said it was so cool.”

“No problem.” He shrugged, hugging her back. “Glad it turned out.”

“It was awesome.” Savannah pulled away, sitting down in a chair as you came back into the room and swiped a jolly rancher off the table.

You sat down in Daryl’s lap, smiling as his hand went around your waist. “Did you tell dad about the lady with the coffin?”

“Oh my god! You’ll never believe it...”

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welllpthisishappening · 5 years ago

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First-Line Center, Part Two

She hadn’t read the invitation.

It hadn’t changed in years, after all - a set of rules and expectations for a New Year’s party that they were all going to break anyway because the most traditional thing about this team was flouting tradition. So, Emma had mostly ignored it. Until. A shout and Killian refusing to wear a tie and something crashing in her kitchen, one kid worried about another and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was missing something.

There was a joke about fresh ice to be made, she was sure.

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Word Count: 4.1 K Rating: F for festive family feelz AN: There are a lot of people in this story. Like. So many people. Matt Jones thinks his parents are the best, you heard it here first. And this also marks the end of Going Top Shelf on Ao3. There are still far too many one shots I haven’t posted and I don’t know that I’ll ever give up on this ‘verse or this family that is genuinely my most favorite thing to write. I will probably post the rest at some point. Thank you, as always, for letting me shove this family at you, internet. It’s the best.

|| Also on Ao3 if that’s how you roll ||

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The loft, for the most part, hadn’t changed much in the last thirty or so years. Emma wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing – there were still crystal glasses and a wait staff with impeccably creased pants and the outfits, across the board, were as absurd and over the top as they normally were.

It wasn’t much different.

Except there were more people. There were kids and grandkids and significant others, a low hum of talking and laughing and every single one of them breaking that rule about not discussing hockey. Emma glanced around, trying to find the two other kids that she hadn’t seen yet, but that was a fool’s errand because she heard the footsteps before she heard the shout and the slightly strangled dad seemed to echo around the room as soon as Peggy skidded against Killian’s side.

“Hey,” she breathed, eyes bright and just a little out of breath and Emma absolutely, positively did not want to consider why that was. She was starting to make several sweeping assumptions. Killian pressed a kiss to the top of her hair, eyes flashing towards Emma. “You guys doing that mind melding thing?” “That what thing, exactly?” Emma asked, and Peggy made a face, twisting so the beads on her dress didn’t dig into Killian’s side.

“The mind melding thing. Toph said you were doing it before.” “When did you see your brother? And where’s your other one?” “Probably teaching Noah how to score fifty goals a season.” “You think Matt's going to score fifty goals this season?” Killian cut in, interest and something that felt like pride almost too obvious. Emma bit her lip so she didn’t look like a complete idiot when she smiled.

She wasn’t sure that worked either.

She was really starting to believe her suspicions were right.

“Please,” Peggy huffed. “He’s on some other level right now. He’s being an idiot and,” she paused, using Killian’s shoulder as leverage and Emma followed her gaze across the loft. “Look.”

Emma’s breath caught.

Loudly.

Matt and Roland were crouched in the corner of the room, a tiny stick clutched in Noah’s hands and a makeshift goal that may have been Henry’s phone and Leo’s keys, both of them mumbling instructions under their breath while Elsa and Mary Margaret recorded the whole goddamn thing.

“Oh,” Emma breathed, a rush of memories and feelings she wasn’t entirely expecting.

“The more things change, huh?” Killian muttered. It took some finangling to get a step closer to her, having to shift Peggy slightly and drawing a not-so-quiet grumble out of her. “What do you know, little love?” “Nothing!” “I genuinely do not know who is worse at lying you or your brother.” “Which one?” “Take your pick at this point,” Emma laughed. “How long have they been over there? And seriously what do you know, babe?” “Like, at least twenty minutes. MD got here before I did though, which was super weird to begin with, but who knows? Maybe Claire’s a good influence.” “You didn’t answer that last part.” “I genuinely have no idea. Honestly. I’ve barely talked to MD. He’s been busy being cute and breaking all of Aunt Gina’s rules, but again, it’s super cute and Aunt Gina doesn’t care at all.” “Where is Gina?” Killian asked, glancing around like she was going to appear out of nowhere and chastise all of them for daring to question any of her actions.

Peggy opened her mouth to answer, but there were more footsteps and more hands clapping on shoulders and really none of them had evolved as people at all in the last thirty years. Will grinned when Killian groaned, slinging an arm around Peggy’s shoulders to rest his chin on the top of her hair.

He wasn’t wearing tails – although the pattern on his jacket probably would have done damage to Emma’s eyes if she stared at it for too long. There were far too many colors. And his tie clip appeared to be masquerading as a small disco ball.

“You better hope Gina doesn’t find you, Cap,” Will said. “How is it that you get away with no tie every year?”

“I guess that means Gina likes me more than you. Did you bring something to drink? Can I get something to drink?” “Cap did you not bring anything to drink again?” Robin called from the other side of the room, moving towards them with a waiter half a step behind. Killian rolled his eyes.

“You getting that guy to follow you around?” “You want to drink or you want to make fun?”

“I think that’s suggesting we can’t do both perfectly well,” Emma said, leaning around Killian to grab two glasses. And if nothing really ever changed at that party or in that loft, then she was exceptionally glad that the quality of the champagne fell underneath that umbrella. “You yell at Liam about being the better grandfather yet?” Robin didn’t quite flush, but he definitely pressed his lips together and Will’s laugh echoed in the minimal about of space around them. It only served to push his chin further into Peggy’s hair.

“I am not a kid, Uncle Will,” she grumbled, doing her best to pull away from him and it absolutely did not work. It never really did. “You don’t get to do that anymore.” Will hummed. And didn’t move his arm. “Yeah, yeah, where’s the boyfriend?” “Talking to Henry.” “Your dad challenge him to a shootout yet? Dr. J’s way too busy doing whatever he’s doing and Chris got roped into meeting Leo’s—what’s her name?” “Oh my God.”

“Not an answer.” “And we just got here, Scarlet,” Killian said, but the distinct lack of contradiction appeared with neon lights and sound effects. “So, you know...we haven’t had time. You talk to Matt?” Will tilted his head, brows pulled low because it was, admittedly, kind of a weird question and they hadn’t even taken their jackets off yet. “Should I have?” “Nah.” “Wow, no wonder Pegs sucks so much at lying, she definitely got that from you and Em.” “Ok, that is not a compliment at all,” Emma sighed, another round of footsteps and Phillip’s tie was metallic. Ruby weaved her way through the crowd, a bright red jacket covered in sparkles and maybe they should have made another rule about how both she and Scarlet made the whole thing incredibly weird and far too competitive every year.

“Emma’s the worst liar in the world,” Ruby announced, tugging the half-finished champagne out of Emma’s hand and ignoring her cries of protest completely. “C��mon, gimme this. My jacket keeps scratching my skin.” “And whose fault is that?” Will asked archly. He waved his hand towards a different waiter, flashing a smile when Ruby did her best to hip check him into the nearest wall. “Nuh uh, not going to work Lucas. My balance is unparalleled.” “Modest too,” Phillip added. “I have a question.” “It makes me nervous that you felt you had to announce it,” Emma said slowly. She wasn’t entirely surprised that they’d drawn the crowd – more ridiculous outfits and Regina flanked by both of Henry’s daughters, and Mary Margaret’s smile appeared to be permanently etched on her face. And Harper whatever her last name might have been only looked vaguely overwhelmed.

That was definitely a step in the right direction.

Elsa flicked her fingers against Killian’s shoulders when she moved towards them, Liam next to her and Anna’s hair twisted into elaborate braids, more than a few streaks of silver there as well.

Maybe things had kind of changed.

Emma hadn’t realized she was leaning against Killian’s side until he kissed her hair again.

“Got the drinks before you even took your jackets off, huh?” Elsa asked, arching an eyebrow and they should have patented that move years ago. They’d have made a fortune.

Killian’s lips quirked. “You cry about your grandkid?” “Nah, that’s Liam’s game.” “Aw, c’mon,” Liam groaned, both Robin and Will drifting dangerously close to cackling. Regina made some kind of noise that might have been an agreement.

“I think that means your old, leader,” Will said, laughter clinging to his voice. “Not you though, El. Just Liam.” “Yeah, good save, Scarlet,” Elsa murmured.

“Something about top-tier defenseman,” Anna added. Her dress was green, more sparkles along the edges and none of them were very creative. They were all covered in sparkles and there was probably a joke about looking like ice to be made.

Or there would have been if Phillip didn’t cough pointedly, staring at the lot of them with a hint of frustration and dash of amusement and Aurora was showing off photos on her phone.

“Did we interrupt you, Rook?” Robin asked, chuckling when Phillip flipped him off. “There are kids here!” “His grandkid is here,” Killian muttered. He hissed when several fingers flicked at his jacket again, not able to swat them away with one arm around Emma and the other still awkwardly twisted between Will and Peggy. “He’s got a grandkid because he’s old, you see.” “Yeah, yeah, you’re hysterical, Cap. Looking a little greyer up there than usual, aren’t we?” “Was that supposed to be in the collective?” “Shut up.” “It’s nice to see that the maturity level of this team hasn’t changed with its hair color,” Ruby said, nudging Emma in the side when Mary Margaret started to play the video of Noah. And, really, she refused to be held accountable for whatever noise she made.

Because she’d already had quite a bit of champagne in quite a short amount of time and it was definitely warm in that loft and there was too much smiling and too much laughing and the video was so goddamn cute it probably should have been illegal.

“Nailed it,” Ruby mumbled to Mary Margaret, a hum of agreement and quick swipe of knuckles under eyes. “And,” she added, making sure her voice dropped to something almost resembling a whisper, “you got to get here on time, Em. M’s went full-on sugary sweet mom with Leo’s girlfriend.” Emma’s eyes moved, a little begrudgingly, away from the screen and those assumptions may have been guarantees now or whatever and—”Do we like her?” Mary Margaret shrugged. “Leo hasn’t stopped laughing all night.” “Seems like a sign.” “Of you guys ignoring me,” Phillip interrupted sharply. Emma widened her eyes, expression only a hint less mocking than the general ooh that moved across the entire group.

“Known goon, Phillip—” Will started, but there was more glaring and more laughing and Regina was handing out more glasses of champagne.

“What’s your question, Rook?” Ruby asked. “Or comment or concern or whatever.” Phillip clicked his tongue, but Ruby had never been intimidated by any of them and the likelihood of that changing was slim to none. She drank the rest of her champagne in three, quick gulps. “What’s going on with Matt?” The oxygen flew out of the room. Or got whistled two minutes for roughing. And ruining the conversation.

Phillip grimaced, eyes darting around like he was waiting for someone to say something or agree with him and no one made a single noise. Killian’s hand tightened around Emma’s shoulder.

“Do we think something’s wrong with Matt?” Anna whispered. She absolutely did not whisper. They were all absolutely terrible at holding their alcohol.

“No,” Emma and Killian said quickly, but they were also pretty God awful at lying and she was totally going to blame the alcohol. And that video. Mary Margaret should not be allowed to have a phone anymore.

“No?” Elsa asked.

“No,” Killian repeated. There were more footsteps. Because they were all absolutely terrible at lying and keeping secrets and whispering. Especially the whispering.

“Wait, which one is Matt?” another voice asked, quiet and a little cautious and that must have been Harper. They probably should have introduced themselves to Harper.

Leo shifted on his feet, nodding in the direction of the approaching footsteps. “The one who looks like he’s about to drop gloves with all of us at once.” “I don’t entirely understand that joke.” “And it might not have been a joke,” Peggy mumbled, holding up both hands when Matt glared at her.

Harper looked stunned.

“We’ll get you all caught up to speed,” Ruby promised. “If M’s can figure out what icing is in less than one season, you’ll be totally fine.” She ignored Mary Margaret’s scoff, turning towards Matt and the stick held lightly in his hand. “Hey mini-Jones. You going to bite off any reporter’s heads in the next few days?” Matt froze, crossing his arms awkwardly and the tie around his neck was far looser than it should have been. “No one bit anything in post.” “Did I say that?” “Certainly sounded like it.” Ruby hummed, eyes far too bright to be anything except concerning. “What do you think you know, Ru?” She shrugged, but the smile was full blown now and Harper was still muttering questions under her breath. “I know nothing until you confirm it, mini-Jones. Weird how it always seems to happen that way.” And Emma needed to stop, simply, reacting – sounds falling out of her without her explicit permission, but she couldn’t do much about it and something snapped into place and Killian might have been laughing. It felt like it at least, body shaking against hers and fingers moving towards her neck because they still hadn’t taken their goddamn coats off.

“Is someone going to explain what is going on?” David asked, a few more sounds of agreement.

“Oh my God,” Peggy yelled. Her hands flew to her mouth, eyes wide as she bobbed on the balls of her feet. Matt glared at her. “I know what it is. Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God! MD!” “Shut up, Mar.” “I didn’t say anything! Oh my God. Am I right though?” “I thought you didn’t say anything,” Leo muttered knowingly, and Matt’s glare wasn’t quite as sharp when he turned that direction.

“Whatever, Nolan,” Peggy hissed. “MD. Is that—oh my God, did you tell Toph?” “Mar—” “—No, no, did you tell Toph and not me? Are you kidding me?” “I genuinely have no idea what is going on,” David admitted. No one acknowledge him. Probably because Peggy was trying to beat up her older brother, barely restrained by Will and a recently-returned to the conversation Jeremy Humbert who was also trying to say hello to Emma and Killian at the same time.

It would be a miracle if they didn’t scar Harper for life.

“MD,” Peggy pressed, lunging forward and barely making contact with the front of his shirt. “Are you sure?”

His eyes narrowed, a particular type of glare Emma wasn’t sure she’d ever seen one of her kids use on one of her other kids. And she was half a second away from reprimanding two grown adults who were both wearing absolutely absurd outfits, heard Killian’s quiet hey now that had always worked, every single time, but Matt groaned louder than either one of them combined. He leaned forward, pulling Peggy towards him – a cry of rather loud indignation from her, that only made Chris laugh from the other side of the room.

“C’mere,” Matt growled, wrapping his arm all the way around Peggy’s waist. She put up a fight, kicking and punching his arm, but he was honestly having some kind of season and Emma’s gaze moved towards Killian like there were magnets involved.

He smirked at her.

“Oh my God, caveman,” Peggy snapped. “Where’s your wife? Does she know you’re an absolutely insane person?” “Mar, I swear, if you do not stop talking right now, I will—" “—What? What, MD? Please go into exact detail of what you’re going to do.” He made another noise – ridiculously familiar and Elsa had to tuck her head into Liam’s shoulder to stop her laugh from bordering on offensive. Anna didn’t even try. And it only took another moment for reinforcements to arrive, Chris jogging across the room to help move Peggy. Harper was never going to come back.

They’d have to apologize to Leo.

“God, P, stop playing rag doll and just move,” Chris sighed. She dug her heels further into the ground.

“Are you not going to help with this?” Roland asked, walking back into the room with a kid hanging off his back and Lizzie smiling next to him.

Emma shook her head. “What could I possibly do?” “Ah, yeah, fair enough.” “Smart kid.” “Less fair.” “Mar, I am serious,” Matt continued, doing his best to drag her into the nearest corner and there wasn’t much of a point anymore because they all spent far too much time together and helped raise each other or something equally absurd and Killian’s fingers were warm when they twisted around Emma’s.

Peggy stuck her tongue out. “Fine, fine, fine, but the next time—you know what, I don’t care. Fine. Let’s go.” It only took a moment.

Emma was, honestly, surprised – was certain Peggy would demand answers before they found the corner or simply check both Matt and Chris until she was in charge of the situation, but it was also kind of nice, that hint of anticipation and waiting and—

“I knew he’d want to tell them first,” Claire said. Emma jerked her head around at the addition to the group, the whole lot of them standing in the middle of the goddamn loft with a slightly cautious looking waitstaff lingering against the walls.

She was dressed up as well, hair twisted at the nape of her neck and more sparkles, but the outfit had nothing on the look on her face – something about glowing and the next line shift and absolutely wonderful and complete and utter change.

Killian kissed Emma’s cheek.

And Claire flushed slightly, arms wrapped around her middle when her teeth found her lower lip.

“I didn’t actually tell you,” she said. “So I didn’t ruin the surprise or anything.” “Is it a surprise?” Emma asked, only a little disappointed her voice shook. She might have been crying. She was absolutely crying.

“Ah, I don’t know about that. It was almost responsible.” “Oh. Yeah?” The question was ridiculous, another string of inexplicable and unplanned emotion, but Emma could barely see through the tears in her eyes and Ruby’s sniffle sounded far too loud. Although, not quite as loud as the shriek that came from the far corner, both Chris and Matt doing their best to quiet Peggy.

They failed. Miserably. Or, well, as miserably as it was possible to be when everything seemed to be glowing and new and filled with very expensive champagne.

“Look who’s old now, Jones,” Regina muttered, tugging lightly on the back of Noah’s shirt. Elsa snickered, Anna wiping away her own tears and Roland grinned as widely as anyone else in the room.

Peggy was still screaming.

“Are you kidding me, MD?” She was jumping, arms flailing and hair falling out of its updo and Chris had shifted behind her, trying to control either one of those things, but that was a pipe dream and Peggy was absolutely crying too.

Matt smiled. And shook his head. “No joke, Mar,” he said, soft and honest and Emma’s heart felt like it grew forty-seven sizes. She leaned back against Killian’s chest.

Peggy’s hand flew back to her mouth, finally staying on the ground for more than a few seconds. Her shoulders shook slightly, though, and then it was a whirlwind of sounds – exhales and sighs and you’re going to be so good and there was far too much crying, but Peggy jumped at Matt and he caught her with the kind of athletic dexterity that was absolutely, positively genetic.

That boded well for the future.

Emma didn’t count how long they stayed in that corner – a moment and thing and three kids who loved each other more than just about anything else in the world and believed in each other more than anything else in the world – but Matt pressed his cheek against Peggy’s hair, eyes lifting with the hint of a smile tugging at his mouth.

“So, uh, we’ve got some news.” “Good news,” Claire added, her own expression drifting closer to joy than anything else. “Like, you know. Good news.” “The best news,” Roland amended. “Although I’m totally ready to battle Matt to the death for, like, dad of the year award or something.” Matt groaned, but any hint of frustration was gone, replaced only with announcements and new and he moved towards Emma and Killian slowly – as if he were worried about spooking them or their recently acquired status and— “I’ll win every time if I’m half as good as you guys,” he said.

Emma had no idea what sound she made. Killian’s knees buckled slightly. And Matt practically beamed, hugging both of them at the same time.

Mary Margaret took video.

Maybe she could keep her phone.

“So, uh…” David started. “Just to be certain here, complete sentences and official statements—” “—That was good,” Ruby said. “C’mon, mini-Jones. Let’s get official so David can toast and we can promise Harper we’re not all usually this weird.” Lizzie shook her head. “We’re always this weird.” Matt laughed softly, moving back to Claire’s side and Emma’s record wasn’t going to be for eye rolls. It was totally going to be for crying. “We’re, uh…” Matt said, pausing to take a deep breath and his gaze didn’t move away from them when he spoke again. “We’re going to have a baby.” “Yeah, I think we picked up on that kid,” Killian said, voice gruff. “Why the face during post, then?” “I wasn’t really doing anything during post.” “God, it’s like all three of you are trying to do the worst job of lying to us. Didn’t we age out of this already?”

“We went to the doctor yesterday,” Claire explained when Matt didn’t immediately answer, far too busy rolling his eyes and trying to contain his sister’s limbs. “They didn’t want to let him off of our morning skate, but then he scored, so…” “Oh,” Killian said. “Right. Right. That’s—” “We’ve totally got pictures.”

He took a deep breath, ignoring the small army of cameras pointed towards him because they were the most absurd family in the history of the entire NHL and several different universes.

Liam threw his whole head back when he laughed, his own tears obvious and maybe they weren’t just absurd, they were a bunch of giant saps. “We toast? Gina got that crazy expensive champagne, right?” “It pains me that you think I wouldn't get the very expensive champagne,” Regina said.

“Of course, Your Highness, of course. No more cracks about getting older, right?” “I make absolutely no promises,” Emma grinned, doing it entirely for the reaction. Liam cursed in Norwegian.

And there was, in fact, a copious amount of champagne and discussion of that one goal the night before reenacted several times by several different grandchildren with a variety of cameras pointed their direction. And there was dancing and food and a countdown that felt more important than it ever had, a shift and a change and everything all at once.

And Emma expected the kiss, something about tradition and rules, but she was a little stunned by the everything of that too – Killian’s thumb tucked under her chin and a look she couldn’t quite ever name, but had come to absolutely covet and she smiled before his lips landed on hers, soft and insistent and—

“I love you,” he whispered. She kissed him again.

“More than anything. Even if you’re kind of ancient now.” Killian laughed, breath warm against Emma’s cheek. “Yeah, as long as we get to do that together, I’m good.” “What a line. You look up kid-sized jerseys on your phone yet?” “No, did you?” Emma shrugged. “Maybe.” “Maybe meaning definitely?” “You really didn’t look yet?” “Nah,” Killian said, fingers doing something entirely unfair against her side. “I asked Liam and Locksley where they got theirs.” “Cheater.” “Efficient.” “Yeah, yeah, whatever you have to tell yourself, grandpa.” “I like that sound of that, actually.” “Good because that’s what we’re going with,” Matt yelled, twisted around Claire and he hadn’t moved more than a few inches away from her for most of the night.

Killian nodded, tugging his phone out of his pocket and Emma didn’t have to look to know that there was already an order receipt in his email. “You good with that, Swan?” “Better,” she promised.

The packages came two days later – plural, with more baby-sized merch than they’d bought for any of their own kids, a fact all three kids were quick to point out before Emma quirked an eyebrow and tilted her head and Peggy and Chris had to admit that they’d ordered their own merch too.

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan fic #cs fic #captain swan ff #blue line one shots #kind of at least #chris kreider's going to play his 500th game as a ranger tonight #which i did not plan #but it feels like a very solid day to wrap up this collection #laura writes captain swan #laura writes

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 6 years ago

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Idjit

Title: Idjit

Pairing: Dean x Reader AU

Square Filled: Bobby Singer

Word Count: 2246

Summary: Bobby’s only daughter is finally going on her first date… with a boy named Dean Winchester…

Warnings: Fluff, A Bit of Crack, Extra Protective Dad, Nervous/Scared Dean.

Written for: @spndeanbingo

A/N: I don’t know what else to say other than I love Bobby Singer. This is my take on how Bobby would react if his daughter went out on a date. lol. Please tell me what you thought! Feedback is very important :) Also, reblog and share this with your friends! I would really appreciate it! Thank you guys! Happy reading!! xx

It was Friday afternoon and Bobby was sitting at the kitchen table sorting through all the bills and junk mail, as well as all the paper work for the auto shop, when his daughter came home from school. He immediately noticed the large smile on her face and every hop in her step, and as much as he loved seeing his little girl happy, he couldn’t help let his curiosity take over.

“Hey Darlin’, how was school?” He asked as she bee-lined it to the fridge, grabbing the container of apple juice and taking two cups with her before sitting at the table, planting herself in the opposite seat.

“Dad…” she grinned, “it was the best day ever!” she admitted, causing Bobby to smile.

“Yeah? What happened?” He questioned further.

“There’s this boy…” she giggled, and Bobby’s smile instantly washed away, bills and paper work now long forgotten. “…and well… he asked me out on a date tomorrow night!” Bobby tried to keep his composure, definitely against the fact that his daughter was even thinking about boys and dating. Despite the inevitability, he’d hoped that she would never grow up, but here she was…

“A date huh?” He didn’t sound too happy, and Y/N picked up on it really quick.

“Dad, is that okay? I already told him yes, and I really like him,” she pleaded. “He’s really nice, funny, smart, and really cute! His name is Dean Winchester! You’ll like him Dad, I know you will. Please can I go?” She was looking up at him with hopeful puppy-dog eyes and hands clasped together. In that moment, he could see her mother, his wife, in her.

Singer girls, what was it about them that made him so weak? Oh right, he loved them to bits and pieces.

“Oh, Sweetheart. I don’t know… you’re only seventeen. What’s the rush? Can’t you start dating when you’re… I don’t know… forty?”

She laughed at his response. “Forty? Dad, if you want to have grandkids, I can’t wait until I’m forty! Silly.”

Grandkids? What the hell was she going off about grandkids? Was this boy influencing her and forcing her to have sex?

“What’s this talk about grandkids? He ain’t forcin’ ya to do anything you don’t want to do, is he? You ain’t doing… it, are you?”

“Dad! No!” She looked at him completely mortified. “Dad, I’ve never ever… can we just… can we not talk about that? I already have been given that speech in Health class. That was awkward enough, I don’t need to hear it from you too! I was just saying that in the future, if you wanted grandkids, I can’t wait till I’m forty because I’ll probably going through menopause—”

“Alright, alright! I know what happens when you females get older. You don’t have to give me the lesson,” Bobby groaned.

Y/N was smiling back at him again. “So can I? Please Dad. He’s very respectful. His Mom raised him a good boy, I promise.”

“Balls,” he groaned. “Fine, but I get to meet him first!” He told her sternly, but she didn’t even pay much attention to the seriousness of his tone. His approval was enough to have her giggling and squealing. She jumped out of her seat and gave him a big hug, and his heart melted.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She sang, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Bobby couldn’t help but smile at her affection. For a single father, he did a pretty darn good job at raising a child. He was proud and he knew that if that Dean boy tried anything funny, he could trust her to knock him down a few pegs.

In celebration, Y/N poured two cups of apple juice, handing one over to your dad. “Cheers Dad!” You laughed.

“Oh, Sweetheart, I’m going to need something stronger than this,” he sighed, not at all prepared for his little girl to go on her first date. She was growing up too fast. Wasn’t it a rule that dating shouldn’t happen until kids were in their twenties?

Later in the evening, after Y/N retreated back into her room, Bobby pulled out his laptop, logging into the Facebook account she had created for him. It was pretty simple to navigate, and he typed Dean Winchester into the search bar provided.

A profile of a boy named Dean Winchester popped up at the very top, the little information given said that he went to the same high school and his daughter. Clicking on his picture to further his research on the teenaged boy, he noticed that he looked to be a pretty normal kid. He had no tattoos, had a lot of pictures with his family and friends, liked to work on – what Bobby was going to assume was – his car, and the boy played football, baseball, and other various sports.

Not wanting to admit it, Dean seemed like a good kid.

The next day, although his mind was put to ease, even just a little, he still dreaded the moment that Dean Winchester was going to show up at his door step. He may be a good boy, but he was still trying to take his little girl away from him. And if he ever breaks her heart, Bobby was making promises to himself that he was going to string that boy from his d—

“Dad! What do you think about this dress?” His thoughts were interrupted when Y/N came barreling down the stairs in a while floral dress.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit short?” He asked, disapproving of the length of the outfit. “Why don’t you wear jeans and a jacket?”

“Dad! It’s too hot for that!” She pouted, running back up stairs in search for another outfit.

Y/N returned downstairs wearing a white shirt tucked into a pair of shorts, but your Bobby immediately turned it down. The shorts were far too short. He couldn’t even believe that you owned something so revealing. Her ass cheeks were practically jutting out of the leg holes.

She came down with another outfit but he said it was too tight. “How can you even breath in that thing?” Y/N stared at him, her eyes piercing through his very being. When he started to become uncomfortable under her heated stare, she whipped around and stormed up the stairs once again.

The day grew older and soon there was a knock at the door. Bobby made his way over, already aware of who it was. He had been staring out the window waiting for this guy to show up… in his black Chevy.

When Bobby opened the door, he was greeted with a very nervous looking boy. “Uh, hi Sir. I’m… Dean Winchester. I’m here to pick up Y/N for our… uh… for our—”

“Yeah, I know what ya here for,” Bobby interrupted, moving away from the door but leaving it open. It was Bobby’s way of letting Dean come in.

Dean entered the house, closing the door behind him. “You got a cool yard,” Dean smiled, trying to make conversation as Bobby sat at his desk, picking up his pistol and cleaning it in front of the young man in his house. “You got… uh… a lot of car parts worth salvaging.”

“You like cars boy?” Bobby questioned, picking up his pistol, using an old rag to clean it. Bobby laughed internally when he saw the fear in Dean’s eyes when he noticed the gun.

“Uh… y-yes sir. I do.”

“I thought so. Don’t see much kids your age driving that kind of car.”

“M-my old man gave it to me for my eighteenth birthday,” Dean admitted, forest-green eyes still transfixed on the weapon that could ultimately end his life.

“Looks like a lot of work.”

“Uh, yeah...” Dean tore his gaze of the gun and tried to keep them on Bobby, wanting the older man to know that he wasn’t scared, even though he was. “It is a lot of work, but I… um… I love it. Keeps me busy and she’s—” Dean chuckled bashfully, “she’s kind of my baby, so I don’t mind taking the time to uh… fix her up now and then.”

“Your daddy helps you?” Bobby asked.

“Nah. He taught me everything I know,” Dean smiled, quickly becoming a little more comfortable now that he was talking about something he was proud of, “so I can pretty much take care of her on my own.”

“You know…” Bobby started, “You can tell a man by the way he takes care of his car. And as much as I hate to admit it, that car out there is a real beauty. So I’ve got some high expectations. You better take care of my baby, ya hear? That girl is all I’ve got left. You break her heart and I might have to break you. Got it?” Bobby pointed his empty gun at the teenager.

“Y-yes s-sir!” Dean gulped, his nerves going on overdrive.

“Good.” Bobby stared at Dean for a few seconds before motioning him to the couch. “Have a seat, son.” Dean did as he was told, not wasting a beat. “Y/N! Dean Winchester is here!” He shouted up at the ceiling, Dean nearly jumping out of his seat.

There was a few loud bangs and crashes from upstairs. Dean flinched at the sound, looking up at the ceiling while Bobby shook his head. He knew his daughter too well. He knew she was fumbling around up there like a nervous wreck, but he couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread inside of him. He recalled his first date with her mother. Karen was so nervous, that she suddenly had butterfingers, even throughout their entire date. Bobby loved it though. He loved the effect he had on her. He was relieved to know that she was just as nervous as he was.

Bobby looked over at the teen who was fidgeting with his fingers on the couch. The boy looked like he was about to pee his pants. “Relax, would ya? You seem like a good kid, and she seems to really like you. Just be yourself. You’re gonna be alright.”

Dean looked up at Bobby surprised. “Really? Does she really like me?” Dean asked, perking up in his seat, a wide smile stretching across his cheeks.

“You really like my daughter don’t you?” Bobby asked, his voice a little calmer.

“Yes! I mean, yes I do, Sir. I’ve wanted to ask her out many times but I was too nervous. I never thought a girl like that would ever consider a guy like me. But I figured, senior year… it was now or never. And I couldn’t live with myself thinking “what if,” You know?” Dean rambled.

Bobby was about to say something when he caught sight of his daughter coming down the stairs. He felt a tug in his heart when he realized that she was wearing his late wife’s favorite yellow dress. And as beautiful as Karen looked in it, his baby girl looked just as beautiful… if not, more.

Bobby’s heart swelled. He remembered the first time he saw Karen in that dress. It was their fifth date, and they he had gone shopping with her after school one day. She saw the dress in the window and couldn’t wait to try it on. Bobby sat on a chair outside the fitting room when she appeared in front of him. Yellow was definitely his favorite color on her.

“You gonna get it?” Bobby asked, while Karen felt the dress in her hands.

“Unfortunately, it’s more than I can afford,” she smiled, not seeming the least bit disappointed, but Bobby could still tell how much she wanted that dress.

While Karen was changing back into her own clothes, he snuck to the rack, checking how much it costs. His eyes nearly popped out of it’s sockets, but he was determined to get that dress for her. So he got a job as a mechanic, and eventually bought her the dress. He would never forget the look on her face.

“W-Wow…” Dean muttered, captivated. “Y-you… uh, wow. You look great,” Dean stood from his seat, rushing over to take her hand and help her down the last couple of steps.

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled widely, and Dean’s cheeks flushed red.

Bobby watched the encounter and as much as he hated to admit it, Dean really was a good kid. They way he looked at his daughter, the way he rushed over to help her, and how damn stupid he looked looking all starry-eyed, let him know that she was in good hands. He only wished Karen was here to witness it.

“Dad, we’re going. I’ll see you later,” she waved, eyes lit up with a smile that literally reached ear to ear.

“I’ll have her home by nine, Sir!” Dean blurted, giving an awkward smile and an even more awkward wave, before he was dragged out the door.

When the door shut behind them, Bobby walked over to the window, watching how Dean did his best to court her properly, fumbling over openine the door and hitting his leg in the process. Bobby didn’t need to hear what Y/N was saying. He could read your lips and see the question in your expression. Dean help up his hands, laughing, most likely assuring her that he was okay.

Bobby shook his head before muttering to himself, “idjit.”

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crayonwriting · 6 years ago

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Irreplaceable You: 8 (Bucky Barnes)

Summary: Unexpectedly diagnosed with a terminal disease, you embark on a mission to find a new love for your fiancé and childhood best friend, Bucky Barnes.

Disclaimer: This story is a rewrite of the movie of the same title on Netflix. Directed by Stephanie Laing and written by Bess Wohl. Go check it out!

A/N: This story hasn’t been updated for almost a month! I’m sorry to those who were waiting. I love you all! I hope you enjoy!

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"Should I be able to tell that you're circumcised in those jeans?" Sam raised an eyebrow in question. "'Cause I can. And there's not a lot of, uh," he waved his hands around, "Room for imagination or your penis in those pants." Sam snickered a little.

"I don't want to go to this." Bucky sighed tying the laces of his shoes. "I don't... I don't know anything about art."

"I don't even like art. I'm color-blind." Sam added.

"Would you relax?" You scolded Bucky who was pulling at his shirt and pants. "She just wants people there."

"Is she hot?" Sam asked.

"Trust me, Sam, it will be a target rich environment." You eyed Bucky up and down to check Bucky's look. You nodded to yourself, satisfied.

"See?" Sam encouraged. "Come on, man. Free food, cute girls."

"How exactly do you know this artist again?" Bucky questioned.

"We met randomly at a cafe, and we really bonded and…"

"When?"

"I... I don't know. I just…" You struggled to find a plausible excuse. "I don't want to disappoint her."

"Are you sure you can't come?" Bucky pleaded, pouting. You smiled sadly, combing your fingers through his thick hair. You brushed it to one side before brushing it again on the other. You ruffled it a bit, making him look a bit rugged—a look you have come to love on him.

"I—I don't feel up to it. Trust me." You answered.

"Okay. W—We'll go, just as long as you stop touching my hair." Bucky leaned back a little, smoothing down his hair. You felt playful and messed up his hair even more. "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" He evaded your hands and held them in his.

"You're adorable." Sam joked, standing and reaching up to tuck a lock of Bucky's hair behind his ear.

"Stop that!" Bucky tried to slap Sam's arm away from his face but Sam quickly dodged his attack.

"Oh! He can move in them!" Sam joked. Bucky charged at him, making Sam fall in the couch. They wrestled and struggled against each other's grasp.

"Okay, okay. Break it up you two. Time to go."

The two men stopped their wrestling match but not before Bucky landed a solid smack against Sam's arm. You walked them both to the door.

"Last chance to change your mind?" Bucky begged, flashing you his best puppy face. You just smiled and shook your head.

"Okay, okay." He leaned down and kissed your lips.

"It's gonna be great." You said. He kissed your lips once again. And again. And again. He pecked your lips repeatedly which made you giggle. "Bucky! Stop it."

"You're just so irresistible."

"Have fun." You kissed his lips one more time before pushing his chest. Sam instantly slung his arm around Bucky's shoulders, and started walking down the hallway.

"We got this. We got this. I mean, that ass, right?" He looked behind him, to you, and winked.

—

"Is he mingling?" You said from the passenger seat of Tony's classic Mustang.

"He's admiring the art." Tony mumbled, looking through his binoculars. You had called him thirty minutes after Sam and Bucky left, asking if he had a car that you could borrow to check on Bucky. He had called you insane but arrived at your apartment building ten minutes after you hung up.

"Bucky doesn't care about art." You grimaced. You shook your head vigorously. "Nah, he's just hoping if he keeps himself occupied with an activity, no one will actually talk to him. Classic Barnes move."

"He's very good-looking." Tony looked over to you. "Can I say that and not be awkward?"

"Uh, that's my whole point. He is supposed to be—well, already is—good-looking." You huffed out, feeling a little bit frustrated. You leaned your elbow against the window. "What about you and your wife? How'd you two meet?"

"At a party." Tony sat back on the leather seat of his car. "We were in college. We got hitched three years later."

"That's it? No story?" You stressed.

"The story came after. Getting married. Life. Building a home. Kids, grandkids."

"Sorry."

"It's okay." Tony shrugged.

"I won't know the difference, I guess." You played with your fingers, feeling heavy all of a sudden. "I just want those things for Sam."

"You know, I have to hand it to you." Tony turned to you with a serious expression.

"What?"

"You are stubborn. This might be the worst plan in the world, but you're committed to it," he pointed a finger towards you, "And I like that."

"Yeah, well," you rolled your eyes, "Don't be too impressed. Hasn't worked yet." You closed your eyes and sighed deeply in frustration.

"I don't know about that."

"What?" Your eyes snapped wide open. You sat up straighter and tried to look at where the mixer was happening through the windshield window. "Let me see that." You grabbed the binoculars from Tony and looked into them. You scoffed.

You saw Nat talking to Bucky. Nat was wearing make-up which made her look even more prettier than you remember. She wore an all black outfit that complimented her in every possible way—a black loose sweater with one sleeve falling off her shoulder, fit, black jean pants and black boots. Bucky was towering over her, making Nat look up at him with a doe look on her face and a charming smile. He had his back to you so, you couldn’t see much of his face.

"No, that's just the girl whose show it is."

"So?"

"So, she's just doing this as a favor to me." You looked at Tony, serious.

"So?"

"So, she's not his type". You looked through the binoculars again, witnessing the situation.

"Mm-hm, yeah?" Tony sassed.

"Oh, no. Don't do the snorty laugh." You bit your lip. "Ugh! He did the snorty laugh." You huffed out. Tony looked at you, confused. "Oh, he does that when he's—"

"When he's nervous." Tony interjected.

"—happy." You blurted out. You stared at the dashboard, letting your words sink in. You weren't gone and yet Bucky was already...happy? Your shoulders slumped and you looked at Tony. You suddenly felt hurt and terrified.

Tony smiled at you sadly in understanding, like a how a father does to a daughter. He then reached the back seat and pulled out a brown leather-clad thermos. He poured what seemed to be a drink on the cup and handed it to you.

"Here. Pepper's hot chocolate. It cures whatever ails you. Except cancer." He shrugged.

You smiled sadly at Tony, accepting the warm cup. You took a whiff of the hot drink and it made your insides swoon in delight. Tony then held out the thermos to you, asking for a toast.

"To the things we do for the people we love." You smiled tightly and clanked your cup to his drink. You both took a swig of the hot chocolate, sighing in contentment.

"Mmm. Hits the spot." Tony smiles to himself, taking another sip.

…

"Dude!" Sam whisper-shouted to Bucky who was standing a few feet away from him. He gestured with his eyes to a girl in front of him who held his hand and was pulling him out the door. Bucky mouthed a ‘what’ but Sam was already out the door, leaving him alone.

"I thought your friend said he had a girlfriend." Nat said.

"He has." Bucky crossed his arms across his chest. He looked at Nat and added, "Twelve, actually."

"Well, as long as he's up front about it with everyone, right?"

"Oh, yeah." Bucky nodded. A moment passed before he said, "Nah, he's definitely not." Nat chuckled at the joke along with Bucky.

"Well, this was something." He motioned to the whole event in front of them. "Your... Your work is really specific."

"Oh, wow. That's the best you could do? 'Specific'?" They both started walking around the small space with Nat greeting everyone else.

"Oh, I didn't mean... You know, I don't know anything about art. I'm actually color-blind." Bucky shrugged.

Nat nodded, holding her hands behind her back. "It's black and white."

"Yeah...I'm just gonna shut up now." Bucky shoved his hands in his pant pockets as much as he could. He felt his face flush in embarrassment.

“No, it's okay. I know it's crap.” Nat dismissed the awkward tension.

“It's not crap. It...I...You know, there's, uh,” Bucky looked around and stood in front of a random painting. He pointed to it and looked at Nat. “This one with the face that looks like a butt.”

“Oh, yeah. ‘Butt face.’” Nat agreed.

“That's the title?”

“No. It's actually a self-portrait.”

“Really?”

“No!” Nat giggled and covered her face, feeling a little bit shy. She peeked through her fingers at Bucky. “God, is that what you think I look like?” She tried her best to look at least a little offended. Bucky didn’t answer. He tried to think of something to take back what he said. His mouth opened and closed which only made Nat laugh even harder.

“Oh, God.” Bucky sighed, his shoulders relaxing after realising that she wasn’t angry at him. “Stop doing that.”

“I'm sorry. Sorry.” She smiled. “I know I shouldn't mess with you. I know you and Y/N are going through a lot right now.” Nat offered a genuine smile.

“Well, it's... it's actually nice to talk about something else.” He stared down at his feet thinking of a topic. “Donald F. Duck. What's his middle name?”

“Fauntleroy.” She answered plainly.

“How do you know that?”

“Because everybody knows that.”

“Oh.” Bucky paused, smiling. He checked his watch, clicking his tongue. “Well, good night.”

“Are you okay to get home?” Nat stopped him by touching his shoulder lightly. I actually...I...I live upstairs in...in a closet.” Bucky gave her a confused look. “It's… Well, it's not a closet. It's actually a huge bedroom by New York standards, but it's still a closet.” Bucky smiled, unsure.

“Okay, well, good night.” He headed for the door.

“Bye.” Nat waved. She hesitated before stopping Bucky once again. She tapped his shoulder lightly. "I just want to say, actually, I know it's none of my business, but you guys, you and Y/N, you're...really inspiring."

"Thank you."

"What she's doing, it's...To care about someone so much that you would try and find a way to take care of them and find a path for them after they're gone…, " Nat shook her head with a smile, "I feel like if someone loved me like that for like five minutes, I would probably feel like the luckiest person on the face of the planet."

Bucky let her words ring in his ear. 'Find a path for them after they're gone…?' What was she saying? Was she talking about you? What did she mean? Bucky's face contorted into confusion. He stared at Nat trying to read the hopeful smile she had on. Then everything clicked.

"I'm sorry, I... I got to go." Bucky scrambled to the door and walked out. Nat realised what she just said, already feeling regretful.

—

Bucky entered your room, staring at you from the doorway. Bucky sat on the foot of the bed, sighing and quietly removing his shoes.

"I know you're not really sleeping." When he finally got them off, he looked over at you sighing. "Because I know how your breathing sounds when you sleep. Which is something you don't even know about yourself." Bucky laughed softly. He leaned on his knees, wiping the frustration off his face.

"I know everything about you, Y/N. But I have to say, you still know how to shock the hell out of me."

"What do you mean?" You blurted out.

"The clothes. The mixer." Bucky's voice started to grow angry.

"Buck…," You sat up, sighing.

"For the record, I am not a dummy. I know what's going on. And I went along with you trying to help me because I know it's helping you." Bucky stood up, and stared you down. He had a hand to his hip and the other one was running over his hair. "But setting me up? Are you serious?"

"Oh, please." You rolled your eyes at him. "You spend your life talking about protons and neutrons."

"Neurons!"

"Okay, okay." You breathed out, trying to calm down. "Bucky, most people don't find what we had…,” you paused, shaking your head, "Have, once, much less twice in a lifetime."

"What we have? You mean, a relationship where one person is—is lying, and sneaking around," he waved his hands around, "And manipulating?"

"It's for your own good!"

"You just tried to manipulate my life! Or you mean a relationship where you have such a low opinion of me, that you truly believe that nobody else on the planet would ever fall for me."

"Obviously not. But that's the whole point!" You defended. "You're gonna get swarmed, and it's gonna be impossible to find the right person!"

"I already found the right person!" Bucky sat back down on his side of the bed. His back was to you. His shoulders were slumped and he looked tired. "Or I thought I had."

You couldn't believe his words. It hit you like a cement truck ran you over. Your chest started to feel heavy and you bit your lip to stop yourself from saying anything else. How could he say that?

Bucky seemed to realise what just happened and immediately looked at you.

"Y/N, I didn't…" You didn't listen to him and just laid back down on your side and covered yourself with the comforter. You squeezed your eyes shut and huffed out, pissed.

"You know I didn't mean that." Bucky mumbled. "Y/N…," He touched your shoulder but you aggressively shook him off. "Hey, come here." Bucky pulled you by the waist towards him but you restrained. You heard him sigh deeply and felt him slump down in the bed beside you.

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"What is she thinking? Does she think I'm completely clueless with women?" Bucky looked out towards the river, sipping on his coffee. He had asked Sam to talk about last night and after getting breakfast, they decided to take a walk to clear Bucky's thoughts.

"Yeah."

"Exactly." Bucky stopped himself. "Wait, what?" Sam just snickered, and sipped his own drink. Bucky pushed him lightly. "I hate you."

"I love you, though." Sam stated.

"You just...You've never seen me in action."

"Hmm." Sam pretended to think. "No, I have never seen you in… Actually, I don't…,” he shook his head, “I never want to see you in action either, man." Suddenly, Sam got an idea.

"You know what, actually? Let me see your look."

"My what?" Bucky asked.

"Let me see your 'come hither look', man. It's just like…," Sam demonstrated by pursing his lips a little then raising his eyebrow, looking in the distance. He then proceeded to wink, and bite his bottom lip seductively. "You know, let me see that."

Bucky looked at him like he was crazy.

"Do it. Come on. Come on." Sam urged. Bucky tried copying Sam's look—pursing his lips a little too much in the process. His glasses fell a little down his nose.

"Throw a little hair in there." Sam suggested. Bucky flipped his head to the side, making several locks of his hair fall over his eyes. Sam burst out laughing, stopping to lean over the side of the bridge they were walking on. Bucky just chuckled a little.

"Oh, God. Uh, just stop, man." He slapped Bucky's back. "I don't ever want to see that again. I mean, it's just really upsetting."

"Yeah, well," Bucky shrugged, serious all of a sudden. He leaned back against the railing and fiddled with his almost empty coffee cup. "It's all pretty upsetting." Sam smiled sadly at his best friend.

"I know." He nodded.

"What do I do?" Bucky said quietly, voiced laced with hurt and fear.

"Look, all you can do is be there for her, however you can. I mean, look, she's got to be scared out of her mind." Sam clamped a firm hand on Bucky's shoulder, squeezing it in assurance. "And right now, she just needs to know that if the worst thing happens...that you are gonna be okay."

"What if I don't know if I'm gonna be okay?" Bucky glanced at his friend.

"Well, I guess, um...you pretend." Sam nodded slowly. He pursed his lips into a thin line. He looked at Bucky who had a broken look in his eyes.

"You pretend."

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onthesandsofdreams · 5 years ago

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Wedding Day Memories

Summary: Small moments that made Poe and Rey think of their wedding day. Words: 1171 Notes: Day 4 of DameRey Week: Memories.

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Rey was eating a piece of leftover birthday cake when Poe strolled in the kitchen.

“You look so cute,” Poe said. “You know, you reminded me of our wedding day. You disappeared for a little while and I couldn’t find you or Rose.” Poe rested a shoulder against the door frame. “And when I did, you and Rose were sitting on a corner, hiding and eating more cake.”

Rey blushed and set the fork down, “I can’t believe you remember that!”

“How can I not?” He smiled at her. “A pair of furtive cake eaters, hiding from everyone!”

Rey laughed, “On our defense, we got hungry!”

Poe sat down opposite Rey, smiling he raised his hands up in surrender, “Because it was a cute moment! Here’s the bride and the maid of honor sneaking about for cake. And speaking of cake, share?”

“Only because I love you,” Rey said as she pushed the plate and fork towards Poe.

Poe took one of her hands and kissed it, “I love you too.”

*****

“Well, that’s a dreamy smile if I’ve ever seen one,” Rose said as she sat next to Rey. “Thinking of Poe, I take it?”

“Yes,” Rey spoke, low and dreamy. “It’s just… the other day he reminded me of our wedding day.”

“How so?” Rose was curious now. “I mean, you both are pretty cute together, but I feel this is a specific moment, so spill.”

“Well,” Rey turned and looked at her friend. “You see, the other day, Poe was sitting on the backyard reading and, for one magical moment, the sun was hitting his profile. And it brought to mind when I was walking down the aisle. He was there, smiling and the sun was shining behind him, giving him a halo and he had never looked more handsome.”

Rose was enthralled listening to Rey. “You both can be such romantics with each other, it’s completely adorable. And poetic.”

“Well, I mean,” Rey hurried to say. “It’s not everyday, you know? But there are moments that we have, that feel like the world is at our feet.”

Rose nudged Rey with her shoulder, “You two together make a great team. You two could take on the world and win.”

“Thank you Rose.”

*****

Ever since their wedding, Poe had kept their favorite picture of Rey of their wedding day. In fact, it wasn’t one of the wedding itself, but one that Rose had taken when Rey was getting ready.

In the photograph, Rey sat down with a cup of tea in her hands, wrapped in a white robe, curlers in her hair and a look of complete bliss on her face.

“Man, you’ve been staring at that picture for a while.”

Finn’s voice snapped Poe out of his thoughts. “Finn, didn’t hear you buddy.”

Finn’s grin was wide and knowing, “I can tell.”

“I’m not even going to apologize, I just…” Poe trailed off for a second. “But I really love that woman. And this picture? It reminds me why I love her. Do you remember how nervous I was?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Finn said. “You sent me to make sure that Rey had not changed her mind at all.”

“Yeah,” Poe looked sheepish. “But she didn’t. I was a nervous wreck and Rey? Nah, she was calm and composed, didn’t even sweat it.”

“And now you’re both married and being incredibly lovesick.”

Poe barked a laugh, “And I don’t regret it one single moment.”

“Of course you don’t.”

*****

Rey was reading in bed. It was something she quite liked to do before sleeping, she relished the quiet and calm. But she was missing her bed partner, Poe had gone for something to snack on.

Then, she heard the sound of a guitar outside their bedroom door. And not a moment later, Poe walked in with his guitar simply serenading her. Rey smiled and put her book down. She loved it when Poe sang to her.

She let him sing and once he was done, she clapped happily. Poe took a bow and settled his guitar down.

“And how did my Rey of sunshine liked her song?” Poe said as he settled next to Rey on the bed.

“Loved it. Reminded me of our wedding to be honest.”

“Ah,” Poe smiled at her and bumped her nose with his. “I did sang for you too that day.”

“Yes. And I loved every moment of it. I wasn’t expecting it. It was such a pleasant surprise, because for a moment, my world narrowed down to you and your voice. Your song and your love made me cry, I was so happy just listening to the lyrics.”

Poe took Rey’s face in his hands, “I had to write you something,” he whispered. “To express a tiny bit of my love for you.”

Rey kissed him softly and the lights were turned off.

*****

Poe and Kes were having lunch together. It had become a tradition between them to take a day of the week and meet for lunch or coffee. The place they went to was a small hole in the wall, just enjoying themselves, sharing food, talking and on occasion, listening to the music that played in the background.

Then one song took Poe’s attention and he sat up, a slow grin making itself present on his face. “Hear Pa, it’s our wedding song!”

“I know, mijo,” Kes couldn’t help but smile at his son’s enthusiasm. “I was there.”

“It’s just, maybe it’s the newlywed bliss,” Poe laughed. “But I hear that song, and I am back on the dance floor, Rey in my arms and we’re swaying to the music. I swear Pa, for those minutes, when it was just the two of us in the floor, nothing else mattered. My world narrowed down to Rey and how pretty she was and how lucky I’ve gotten. Felt like a dream.”

Kes’ look was nostalgic, “I know mijo, I remember the same feeling when I married your mother. ‘Till this day, I hear the songs we used to sing and I think and miss her. So, enjoy every second you have with Rey and live a good life together.”

“Of course,” Poe was more subdued when he answered his father. “I miss mom too, and I promise you, Rey and I? We’re in for the long haul.”

“Good, can’t wait for the grandkids.”

Poe groaned, “Pa.”

*****

Years later, they found themselves in another wedding. This time, as spectators and as proud parents. Their girl, their little Shara was getting married today.

They watched as their daughter beamed with joy as she danced her first dance with her partner.

“Do you remember our wedding,” Rey quietly asked as she rested her head on Poe’s shoulder.

Poe threw his arm around her and kissed her head. “Of course I do, how could I forget? Everything was perfect.”

“It was. And it was the first day of the rest of our lives.”

“And now it’s Shara’s turn.”

“We did good Poe.”

“Yeah, sunshine, we did.”

#damereyweek #rey x poe #damerey #poe dameron #rey #finn #rose tico #kes dameron #star wars fic #au: modern

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joeyvoeman · 5 years ago

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Joey comes over to Cassie’s to celebrate his new job as a deputy. Cassie’s mother finally meets Joey, and the two get some alone time with the kids out of the house.

PART TWO | PART THREE

@cassiegermaine

Joey couldn’t believe it. He was a law man now. He honestly never thought he’d see the day. But hooked to his belt was a pair of handcuffs, in his pocket a badge, and in his heart a sense of pride in himself he hadn’t felt in quite a while. He’d seen Cassie and the kids since getting back to town a couple days ago, but only briefly, unfortunately. And he hadn’t even been able to kiss his girlfriend since Addie still started crying when they touched. Life had just got in the way of a proper reunion. Now Cassie wanted him to come over and celebrate his new job. He didn’t know if the kids would be there or if it was just the two of them, but he’d be happy either way. With his family. He used his key to unlock the door and gave it a courtesy knock as he swung it open. “Honey, I’m home!” He called into the house jokingly, peering around for Cassie from the entryway as he shut the door behind him.

Cassie had put away the play pen and was laying in the open area of the living room watching the younger child play with the toys that were littered around and above him. He’d gotten so many (a good amount admittedly from Freddie and Ephram) he could barely focus on one activity long enough. Like all infants though, he started sucking and teething more consistently on his favorite whale toy. “You’re so cute.” Cassie cooed, “Does Mr. Whale taste good?” She asked, obviously not expecting any kind of response, but when she scooted closer to the baby, Albie laughed, waving his arms until his free hand grasped hard into some of Cassie’s loose hair. “Ow, ow.” Cassie grumbled, opening her mouth and attempting to carefully remove the small hand from her head when Joey called out. “We’re in here!” Cassie responded.

Joey followed Cassie’s voice into the living room, seeing her and Albie playing on the carpet and immediately smiling at the sight. “Hey there, cuties,” he beamed, before made a show of glancing around to look for Addie. “Is it safe? Is officer no-touch around?” he joked, before bending down and giving Cassie a lingering kiss. He then sat himself down with the two of them, Albie smiling up at him and crawling carefully in his direction. “Whoa there, big guy.” Joey lifted him up, whale toy still in hand, and brought his face up to litter it with tiny kisses before holding the boy to his chest, who cooed in his arms for a little while before Joey returned him to his place between him and Cassie. “Sorry I haven’t been able to stop by the last couple days. I missed y’all heaps though.” He looked around more seriously now, letting Albie grab onto his index finger with his tiny fist and wave it around. “Where’s Addie?”

“You’re safe. For now.” Cassie laughed watching Joey take a careful look around the room for the toddler. She returned his kiss before watching with admiration as he cuddled Albie for a few moments. When he placed the baby back down, she wanted to reach for Albie and cuddle him some more, but let him bond with Joey and his interesting index finger instead. “She’s with Iann.” Cassie answered nonchalantly, because it had become such a common place for the little red head. “She likes Stonefruit better than any day care.” Which wasn’t an exaggeration. She had gotten two calls from Soapberry Sprouts about temper tantrums just in the time Joey had been out of town. Addie had been practically inconsolable, and upset the other children. She could be dangerous too. Cassie gulped at the thought. Addie nonetheless, was on a break and therefore ruled Stonefruit instead. Not like that was something Joey needed to worry about. “Speaking of officer.” Cassie chuckled, moving to change the subject, “When does all that start?”

Joey rolled his eyes playfully at the mention of Addie being with Iann. “Those two are attached at the hip, aren’t they?” He chuckled. “As long as he doesn’t take her around his workshop. That’s an accident waiting to happen, right there.” He bounced his hand, watching Albie’s chubby arm move up and down as he held on tight, laughing his cute little baby laugh at the motion. He reaches out for his mom’s hand too and grabbed her finger, leaving Mr Whale to sit in his lap. Joey raised his eyebrows at Cassie’s question, but a wide, joyful grin spread across his lips too. “Already has. I report proper after the weekend, but I’m technically, as of a couple hours ago, a Soapberry Springs deputy.” He reached into his jacket with his free hand and produced his badge, flipping it open for her to see. “Goofy picture and all.”

Cassie shook her head, “Nah, he promised he wouldn’t take her down there.” And she had trust him on that. At the very least, she knew Iann wouldn’t let anything happen to the little girl. He unforgivingly adored her. Cassie let Albie take her finger too, watching as the baby was entertained with something so simple. She couldn’t help but be envious of that. But her own childhood was many years past. “Careful he doesn’t teeth on you.” She warned with a laugh, leaning forward to take a peak at Joey’s badge and picture. It made her grin back at him, “It’s not goofy. It’s official. And sexy.” She wriggled her shoulders playfully. “Are you excited?”

Cassie’s trust in Iann was reassuring. Joey had begun to care about her kids as if they were his own, but he wouldn’t come right out and say that, even if she’d basically given him permission to do so before he left. It all still seemed too fresh to put hard labels on past boyfriend and girlfriend. Partners, maybe? He wasn’t sure, so he just waited. “Sexy?” He asked, turning the ID to look at the picture on it below the metal badge in the leather folding case. He hadn’t smiled on purpose and he thought he looked awful. “I’m glad you find zombie eyes and tired face sexy. You’ll never wake up disappointed.” He leaned forward and gave her a kiss. “I am. It took some convincing on Ephram’s part but he won me over and I...I really think I can do some good, you know? More than kicking drunk people out of bars or watching over a quiet campus that is.” He gently removed his finger from Albie’s grasp and got to his feet. “Want me to make us some supper?”

“Well, wait.” Cassie laughed again as Joey examined the picture and talked about things she’d have to look forward to. “I didn’t mean that exact picture. I meant being a deputy in general. With a badge...and a uniform.” She raised a brow to see what Joey thought of that instead. It wouldn’t change her opinion either way. She pressed a hand against his shoulder as she leaned into him, “When have I ever woke up disappointed?” Cassie was glad to see Joey comfortable with the idea of this new job though, the security gig was nice, but she always thought he could do better with something a little...more? “You impressed Ephram. And now you’ll be able to keep impressing yourself.” Cassie pointed out, gathering Albie completely into her lap when Joey stood. “Yeah sure. I pulled out some meat earlier in the fridge.” She tickled the baby’s tummy for a moment before standing carefully herself. “My mother is coming by actually.” Cassie cleared her throat nervously, “To get the baby.” It’d give them proper alone time, but then there was Joey and her mother in the same place. She had only just mentioned him...today. Hence the timing.

“Oh,” Joey said, a flash of recognition on his face before he smirked at her. “They say the ladies love a man in uniform.” If he took the job as a detective later on, he would be wearing street clothes to work, but he didn’t have to tell her that just yet. He could hear the admiration and pride in Cassie’s voice when she spoke of impressing Ephram and now himself. Having her proud and impressed with him was a reward of its own, and he smiled brightly at her words. He’d thought the same that he wanted a bit more from a career. From life in general. Once he’d started healing from his psychological wounds, it was easier to see he was actually worth a damn and could do good despite all the bad. He nodded happily when she confirmed his plans to make them food, but as he turned to head toward the kitchen he stopped dead at her last minute announcement, hand on the door frame as he turned back around. “Oh, uh, okay…” he replied, trying to sound casual. “Does she want to stay for supper too?” he offered. “I can make enough for everyone.”

Cassie smoothed the fine baby hair down on Albie’s head, placing her lips on the top of the boy’s head lightly as she breathed the scent in. Still, her gaze was specifically trained on Joey. She didn’t hold his reaction against him, it was a surprise, and it would be a big deal to him. Her mother could be a handful. Overbearing. Joey hadn’t even seen her yet, and he probably had a decent idea. “No.” She answered quickly, “She doesn’t need to stay. She’s doing me a favor. Well, and she loves Albie of course. Don’t make more food.” Cassie didn’t think they needed to extend any sort of invitation. She wasn’t ready yet. Joey had just gotten back, or at least it was the first time she was properly seeing him since then. If she got lucky Victoria would show up while Joey was busy cooking, and couldn’t edge her way in. Well...it was wishful thinking. “Just don’t make a big deal out of it.” Cassie suggested before muttering under her breath, “I’m sure that’s what she’s looking for.”

Joey nodded at Cassie’s answer. It had come out so quickly that he could tell that was probably the last thing Cassie wanted. Joey knew her mother took the kids a lot and he’d been wanting to meet her for a while. Impress her if he could. Show her that he was good for her daughter and grandkids. But it seemed Cassie hadn’t been ready for that and he respected it. Even now she wasn’t. She hadn’t planned for this overlap. “I won’t, I promise,” he assured her, walking over to give her a kiss on the forehead. “When do I ever make a big deal out of things?” All the time, but that was beside the point. He disappeared I to the kitchen and started cooking, wiping up a quick marinade for the meat so it had some extra flavor and making potatoes and corn as sides. Nice and simple. He cooked is own meat in a skillet and left Cassie’s to soak since she’d be eating it raw anyway. He’d mostly finished up by the time the doorbell rang.

Cassie’s expression flattened slightly as she looked up at Joey, ready to scoff at him over his ‘when do I make a big deal’ statement, but he promptly moved to the kitchen and Cassie left him to it. She had quickly learned he preferred to work alone, rather than knocking elbows and ideas. Joey was a good cook. She actually trusted him enough. Cassie spent the time coddling over and packing a few last minute things for Albie in the diaper bag. She dropped the packed bag by the front door when the bell rang. Cassie straightened, readjusting the boy in her arms before she pulled the door open to welcome her mother. “Ah look there he is.” The elder Germaine cooed, cupping the baby’s face carefully in her hands and planting kisses. “My mahjong buddy.” Cassie shook her head with a small laugh, “Oh no, you said you could take him. You’re having company?” Victoria shrugged, stepping into the house. “So? The girls love him. I wouldn’t agree if it was a problem.” She extended her arms, a silent expectation for the baby to be handed off, which Cassie obediently fulfilled, and then Victoria was walking back further into the house towards the kitchen. All Cassie could do was hurry behind her, “Mother this is Joey.” She blurted as they made it to the kitchen doorway, having to speak before the older woman could. “Joey my mother...Victoria.”

Joey’s stomach tightened as he heard a new voice at the door over the sizzle of the cooling pots and pans as he plated the food he’d made. He’d hadn’t met a girlfriends mother in decades, and expectations were much different than they were back in the 50s. He leaned against the counter and took a few deep breaths as he heard the two women making their way back to the kitchen. Turning as they entered, he grinned politely at Victoria, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel before flinging it onto his shoulder. “Mrs Germaine. It’s a real pleasure to meet you,” he said, taking a couple steps forward to extend a hand to shake even though she was holding Albie.

Cassie gnawed at her fingernail anxiously as Victoria stood there looking at Joey. She took his hand and shook it, but of course she would, she knew her manners. She could be polite before she struck. Cassie had learned it from somebody. “Nice to meet you as well.” Victoria nodded. “I’m sorry it’s just now happening.” Her gaze slithered back over her shoulder to Cassie who cringed, but her mother was still calm and smiling. “My daughter tends to be shy. It’s quite alright. We’ll get to know each other well later. You’re cooking an important meal. A promotion or something? I can take Albert away for a bit.” The woman’s smile turned a bit more genuine then. That was something, at least. “Just a phone call to reach me.” Victoria glanced between both of them as she said this.

Joey tried to speak but Victoria already had complete control of the conversation, asking questions she clearly already knew the answer to and making statements that seemed to have Cassie squirming behind her. Joey just smiled politely, nodding in the appropriate places until he had a chance to speak again. “I just got hired as a deputy with the Sheriff’s department,” he confirmed with a nod and a slight puff to his chest. “And I too look forward to us getting to know each other,” he said, subconsciously trying to suppress is very slight southern accent, that was barely there to begin with unless you listened for it (or he was with Ephram). He kept his voice even and his smile poised. “Thanks for accommodating us,” he added.

“Ah.” Victoria nodded in understanding as Joey clarified what job goal he’d just reach was. “Well, that is something to celebrate. Congratulations.” The older woman bit the tip of her tongue to keep from saying anything about how much better deputy was than daycare assistant. Even she knew that was too raw and uncaring. She simply wanted to see Cassie taken care of well, if she was going to do it on her own. “And of course.” Victoria smiled again bouncing Albie slightly, “I just love my grandson.” Cassie cleared her throat, “Come on mother.” Altogether, her mom had taken her by surprise with the absence of any true nosiness or cutting comments. But that didn’t stop her from whispering to Cassie as they made it to the door. “You owe me an apology. I like him already.” Victoria nudged her daughter, “Why didn’t you say anything?” Cassie huffed, they would talk later. “Have a good mahjong game mother.” When the older Germaine was turned away she quickly returned to Joey in the kitchen, smiling sheepishly and leaning against the table. “She likes you?”

As Victoria left the kitchen, Joey let go of the tension he’d been holding in his chest and neck, letting out a sighing breath. He picked up the two plates and set them at the table, complete with a couple of candles he’d found. He hadn’t lit them yet when Cassie returned, but he looked up and smiled at her words. “Really? Phew,” he sighed, dramatically wiping his brow in relief. He then approached her and gave her a bit more of an appropriate reunion kissing, long and lingering and deep. He pulled back, still holding her close. “She doesn’t seem that bad. Or does she wait to pounce on her prey?” he teased, before letting her go and turning to the table, using his army zippo to light the three different sized pillar candles set on a plate. He’d even made them Tom Collins to drink, harkening back to their first proper date. He pulled her chair out for her, gesturing for her to sit.

Cassie hummed in acknowledgement when Joey had guessed correctly, pulling away from the kiss with a thin smile, “That’s exactly what she likes to do. Not to say she wasn’t on good behavior, but don’t let her trick you.” She tapped his chest lightly a few times before stepping back to look at the set table properly and watch Joey light the candles he’d also set out in the moments she stepped away. “Look at this.” Cassie’s grin grew a little more, “Is this the super romantic date you had planned?” She asked, taking her seat when it was offered. She squeezed Joey’s hand as it still lingered on the back of her chair for a moment before scooting in closer to the table and the meal. “Let me have your extra cherry?” Cassie asked batting her eyelashes as she plucked her own out of the drink glass. “The food smells good. What did you manage?”

Joey beamed with pride as Cassie looked over table he’d prepared. “Nah, this is just something I threw together. Not enough rose petals to meet my high romantic standards,” he teased, though it was partially true. He had lots of ideas floating in his head on how to treat Cassie special and romantically. He sat down in his seat and when she asked for his cherry, he plucked it from his drink. He wiggled it by the stem toward her, before snatching it back toward his own mouth playfully, then letting out a chuckle and plopping it into her drink. He couldn’t deny her anything she wanted, especially when she was acting so cute. “Yellow corn, hasselback potatoes, and steak. I just barely seared yours so it’s nice and raw on the inside.” He grinned wide at her, then down at the meal. “Just what I could find, you know.” He shrugged, picking up his fork and knife to dig in.

“Oh just what you could find.” Cassie huffed, puffing out her chest in a weak attempt to imitate Joey’s nonchalantness in putting together a whole meal in not that much time. She took the extra cherry Joey eventually granted her and plucked it off the stem with her teeth. The stems were discarded by the side of her plate before she dug into the food, her mouth watering as she cut into the practically raw steak. “It’s delicious.” Cassie complimented after she was done with a bite, “Not that I expected less.” She ate some more off her plate until she spoke again, “Although I suppose I should have cooked you dinner, seeing as you got the new job and all.”

Joey felt good. It was almost easy to forget all the horrible things they had been going on lately and just focus on this meal. On Cassie. On the two of them together. Things were finally starting to look up, at least a little, and he couldn’t be more grateful for how lucky he was. “You know how much I love to cook for you,” Joey said, shoveling some of the corn into his mouth. “It’s always a treat for me.” He swallowed and cleared his throat, cutting into his steak as he spoke again. “How was everything while I was gone?” he asked. He’d told her how things with Charlie had turned out, even his lapse in emotional judgement, but he hadn’t had a chance to return the favor until now.

“Pretty typical.” Cassie answered. She chewed and shifted in her seat a few times, debating whether or not to give any sort of specifics. It really had been par for the course. Aside from Addie, but toddlers were unpredictable by nature, right? “Addie can’t go to Sprouts for a bit, she’s been causing trouble but-” Cassie waved her hand, “That’s what Iann is for. Work continued, the neighborhood continued.” She shrugged a shoulder, “Surprisingly, you really didn’t miss much.” Cassie smirked then in a quick flash, “Well, except for me, I know.”

Joey raised an eyebrow when Cassie shared the news about Addie, and he was a bit concerned with how quickly she brushed it off. “Causing trouble? How so?” he asked softly. He wanted to be involved in helping raise her kids, but he still felt that things like discipline weren’t his place yet. He couldn’t help but smirk back at her quick bit tacked on the end. “Of course I missed you. The phone calls weren’t enough.” He didn’t really get hungry, but he dug into his food like he was starving.

“Just tantrums. But a lot. More than they can handle. It’s upsetting the other kids. They don’t want to risk anything with her powers either.” Cassie cringed a little. “I get it. It’s fine. She’ll try again next week.” And really, Cassie wasn’t overly concerned. Addie’s moods had always been near a tendency to explode. It was the terrible twos, after all. “And they were pretty brief.” Cassie mentioned about the phone calls, winking at Joey to let him know she didn’t take it to heart at all. Short was fine when you had kids to juggle. “So when do I get to see this uniform hmm?” Cassie asked, leaning her elbows on the table as she watched Joey continue to eat. She had already finished.

Joey nodded along with Cassie’s explanation, not wanting to butt his nose too much into it but still wanting to be informed. “Fingers crossed for next week then.” He also knew first hand how Addie could be, and he just hoped that eventually she might grow out of it. She was just a toddler. He had to remember that. He chuckled as she put her elbows up on the table, him indulging in his last few bites of food before answering. “I don’t have it yet. I did get issued handcuffs though along with the badge.” He wiped his fingers on his napkin and reached into the leather holder on his belt and pulled them out, letting one cuff fall with a metallic clang as he held the other. “They’re all species, apparently. Will work on most anything at any strength or power level, even me!” Magic was so fascinating.

Cassie sat up at the news that although he didn’t have a uniform just yet, he did get handcuffs along with his badge. She blinked when the metal clinked on the table. “What?” She laughed, dragging it over and turning over the handcuffs to take a look. An idea faintly forming in her head, “You think you’ll have some serious arrests to make over the weekend?” Cassie joked. She still held onto the handcuffs, though returned them to the tabletop. “The department would have specialized equipment.” Her voice trailed off, and her gaze shifted between the sink with a few dishes and Joey sitting across from her. “Want to test them out?” Cassie smirked.

Continued in PART TWO

#chatzy #w:cassie #w:albie #w:victoria

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fate-hates-faraday · 5 years ago

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So uh I remembered my vague ideas for a GF AU still existed and dug up the coversation I had with @honeygemtrashbag

Though, currently, pondering the idea of Deceit, instead of being a brother to Patton, would be the Shapeshifter (albeit with a far different and less evil moral compass).

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Levi Dinn10/03/2019

Me: .....at last, I've calmed down my brain enough and got some focus. I really want to get back to the PMMM AU - I think I've got some plans to refine the timeline, as well as a stable of witches to help fill out those timelines-

Rewrite of Gravity Falls 'Not What He Seems' Starring 'Grampa Patton', his grandkids 'Roman and Remus', his handyman 'Virgil', and cashier 'Logan', a folding chair in hand: BITCH YOU THOUGHT-

BigNutzMcgee10/03/2019

[image of a woman looking surprised as she’s holding a glass and a straw]

Levi Dinn10/03/2019

You watch Gravity Falls? Remind me? Because this was a fucking turning point in the series

BigNutzMcgee10/03/2019

I do!! And you’re right

Levi Dinn10/03/2019

So Grampa Patton's been taking care of the twins since his son Thomas sent them up (he kinda realized he's gay, missus didn't react well, it's just to give the two a break while they settle things). Remus found the journal, but he and Roman share it pretty evenly and don't show their grandpa right away because he's swell and all but also a bit of a worrywart and somehow oblivious to all of the dangers of Gravity Falls? (until, you know. He reveals he isn't). Working for Grampa Patton is Logan, nearly ready to graduate high school, and Virgil, first year at community college (the twins are a bit older than 12, though their crushes still aren't reciprocated/acted on.....sue me, Prinxiety and Intrulogical still cute).

And so of course one day Roman, Remus, and Patton are all hanging out and having fun when Patton gets arrested. You know why. Logan upon seeing the police presence actually goes to the station to try to meet up with Patton (guy's silly, but Logan won't argue that he's done so much for him) but keeps getting blocked by the feds. Patton's one call, instead of to a lawyer, is to Virgil to ask him to get the twins and keep them safe (And good thing because Remus' plan was to upset a tractor trailer driver to run the agent's car off the road -coughMabel-)

BigNutzMcgee10/03/2019

Levi Dinn10/03/2019

By the time Virgil, Roman, and Remus all get back to the shack, well, Thomas usually does a weekly call, and he's panicking because it's been a few hours and no one's picked up. Roman and Remus try to fill him in, in their own way, and Thomas is disbelieving. It's Patton, his dad's not a criminal. Sure, he does some strange things, but a criminal? Nah. Thomas promises to call back in an hour while he tries to find out what's up. The twins, of course, plan to do so as well.

And when they find the security footage (holy crap, Patton can SWEAR?!), the multiple fake IDs, questionable bank records, none of them know what to make of it. Weirdest yet are the floorplans, indicating a level below ground level, but the door should be in the gift shop - but they've never seen a door there, right? Thomas calls back, asks Virgil to take the twins to somewhere safe. While trying to get info, he stumbled across an obituary - some guy who got into a car crash, left way too much blood and his wallet behind. ID said Patton Sanders. Thomas has NO IDEA who he sent his kids to, but he needs them safe, dammit.

Virgil rounds up Roman, but Remus is poking around the gift shop trying to find the door. It's Roman who figures out it's behind the vending machine, Virgil who gets it open. Indeed, there are stairs going down, an elevator - and at the bottom, a machine room. Two journals laying out, copies from the third journal nearby. Roman had been carrying around the journal this week, they notice the diagram split between books, and of course - the warnings in invisible ink: "The device if fully operational could tear the universe apart!"

Back to station - Logan's arguing with an agent to little avail, despite the fact the agents could've gotten arrested weeks ago if he hadn't filled them in on proper procedures regarding wiretapping and spying in Gravity Falls. Patton stalls the agents until a good gravitational anomaly, escapes, grabs Logan as he passes, then of course sends the distraction taxi cab. Logan is confused as heck because Patton is silly and weird, but right now he's super-focused and almost harsh as he tells Logan they can't be late. For what? The source of the fluctuations. Logan keeps pressing, but Patton's being weirdly evasive.

And so, just as Virgil, Roman, and Remus are about to deactivate the portal, Patton returns, Logan in tow, Please don't shut it off. Roman calls him out about the obituary, Virgil throws the fake IDs at him, Logan is even more suspicious now, and so of course now in the last minute is a good time for a gravitational anomaly. Yes taking beats from the episode, so sue me, it's hard to improve on perfection.

After a fair bit of struggle, where Patton holds up surprisingly well getting past Logan and Virgil but is ultimately knocked off-course by Roman, Remus is the only one who's in range to shut off the machine. He wants to trust Grampa Patton but... he's probably not Grampa Patton. He lied about the monsters in Gravity Falls, he lied about who he is and how he knows them, he lied about owning the place, he lied about why he wanted the journal - there are just so many lies, and what it comes down to is that this thing is a doomsday device. And despite all his morbid jokes, Remus doesn't want to die.

Patton's pleading - he can explain afterwards, promise, it's a long story but- there won't be an afterwards! - There WILL be, he swears. He wouldn't try this unless he was sure he wasn't going to lose any more family, just, he pleads through tears, just let it go. Remus hesitates. Grampa Patton's a liar. Grampa Patton's never cried. Grampa Patton could be lying right now. Grampa Patton....He lets go.

World goes white. The basement is wrecked (Roman kept safe by Virgil, Grampa Patton just barely catching Remus before gravity kicked back in) and a figure emerges from the portal. Who's that? The builder of the house, of course. The author of the journals, naturally. A man who vanished over 30 years ago. Patton Sanders, the twin brother of one ostracized Ernest Sanders.

So yes, here Patton and Deceit are also brothers. Because fuckin' fight me why not?

BigNutzMcgee10/03/2019

needs more

Levi Dinn10/03/2019

There's sadly not enough to fill out a total AU. But I will say this:

BigNutzMcgee10/03/2019

Levi Dinn10/03/2019

Bill Cipher goes unchanged because no one ruins everything he touches quite like Bill does. Just, yeah, Sanders sides a little small to match the cast of Gravity Falls, but they'd work excellently for this episode......and certainly wouldn't claim exclusive ownership

BigNutzMcgee10/03/2019

:0!!!!!

Levi Dinn11/25/2019

[Not related personal stuff]

Speaking of, in the GF AU, Bill instead of manipulating Roman and Remus with deals just befriends Remus to slowly get his trust so Remus willingly offers Bill himself the rift. Doesn't hurt that Bill thinks Remus' ideas are fun and great while most everyone else... doesn't.

So Sock Opera would be more rooted in jealousy between Roman and Remus - Remus' ideas getting shot down, Roman getting praised - with subplot about Bill "mending" bridges with Remus for invading his grandpa's mind and sorry about that, can we start over? Personally I think your idea about the a nuclear bomb dropping near the characters' home and fallout creating hideous mutations is really cool, Mace-y's Day Parade! Bill doesn't even have to hijack anyone to persuade Remus to give him the rift, just promise him that with it, he cam make sure Roman won't leave him behind

Levi Dinn11/25/2019

I also stan the theory that, much like how Virgil represents and suffers from anxiety, Remus represents and suffers from intrusive thoughts

BigNutzMcgee11/25/2019

Yeeessss

Levi Dinn11/25/2019

So while everyone in the GF AU at least somewhat likes Roman? Virgil is incredibly disgusted by him, Logan seems dismissive (doesn't hurt our duke's crush though; and while he may come across coldly, still finds him harmless), Patton's severely unnerved (since admittedly I mean, Bill likes his ideas, enough said). Only Roman and Dee vocally support and defend Remus

BigNutzMcgee11/25/2019

^yeyeyeye

Levi Dinn11/25/2019

Patton at least has the courtesy to feel awful when he realizes his fear helps push Remus right into Bill's arms

#sanders sides au #deceit sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #prinxiety mention #intrulogical mention #gravity falls #bill cipher #tag anyone unsympathetic and you'll be catching unsympathetic!FHF #except Bill I guess but you get my meaning #janus sanders

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667-darkavenue · 6 years ago

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young legends die all the time (part two.)

allurance gang au. heads up for mention of blood and injuries.

read part one here

or read the whole thing on ao3 here

The next day, Allura introduced him to Shiro—The friendly neighborhood paladin that everyone and their mother knew, idolized by all the boys on this side of town. Lance’s first assignment was to shadow him, learn the ropes from him. It felt like being promoted from valet guy to vice president.

Just from trailing behind Shiro, Lance became a somebody overnight. Everybody seemed to know him. And they treated him like... well, pretty hot shit. He didn’t wait in line for a bagel and coffee in the deli anymore. The owner knew who he was with and he’d beckon Lance out of the queue, right up to the counter. He memorized Lance’s order and made sure he was taken care of first, every single morning. The neighbors didn’t park in his family’s space anymore, even though Lance’s family didn’t have a car at the moment. One day, some random kids carried his mother’s groceries all the way home for her.

It felt amazing. And it was all because of the royal family. The people of the city knew Lance was one cog in the system that kept them taken care of. Serving the royal family was serving everyone. Paladins got more love than the cops.

Things escalated quickly on the job, though. Lance found out that he could kill. And that killing could feel fine.

Lance’s first kill was a cop who’d been acquitted three times for the murders of three different teenagers of color. He hit the target in one shot. Quick, clean, possibly painless. Even on these so-called “dirty” assignments, Lance felt like a guardian angel. When reported back to Allura, she cupped his face and kissed his cheek.

Most businesses depended on the royal family’s protection from criminals that came from the bad side of the city. So, Alfor got tributes from everyone living on the nice side of town.

In what seemed like no time at all, Lance was making more money than both his parents. The money freed them from exploitative jobs and worrying about bills and taking the subway to work. They could stay home, cook five meals a day, and take care of the grandkids.

The icing on top of this fantastic cake? He got to see his favorite person most days and nights! After enough time paying his dues and proving his chops, Shiro put a good word in for Lance. He got promoted from grunt to personal driver. “Driver,” however, was a loose title that didn’t encapsulate most parts of the job.

Allura was untouchable. As her driver, it was Lance’s responsibility to make sure that remained an unbreakable fact. Stay by her side, obey her, watch her back, and keep her hands clean. Allura would never ever sever an ear or break a finger or toss someone in the trunk. Yet still, every bad guy in a 30 mile radius had nightmares about her.

Sometimes Lance worried what she thought of him. Times like when he popped open the trunk in the garage and fumbled with black-gloved fingers to unbutton his shirt. She lingered at his side and stared like she wanted to help. But she knew better than to get her hands on the evidence. If anything at all got traced back to her father, the entire castle would come crumbling down. Lance eventually managed to get the white shirt speckled with red open and shrugged it off, tossed it into the trunk. Bloody gloves got flung in there after it and he pulled a clean shirt on.

This time, Allura reached out to help with it. “I’m going to verify if what we learned about the location is true.”

Lance carefully tucked the rosary dangling over his chest beneath his shirt as she buttoned it up for him. “Naw, it’s gonna be over by the time we do that. We can finish this tonight, while we still have the element of surprise.”

Tonight’s mission was to interrupt an attempted ransom. Some guy found himself on the wrong side of town and didn’t make it back. His family were well off enough to afford the price the Witch forced them to pay to see their son again, but the King couldn’t let this slide. Watching out for your own means everything.

“But it’s Friday,” Allura argued.

Friday nights were milkshake night.

“The diner doesn’t close! Late night shakes are the best.”

“It’s already late night.”

“I’ll pop in and out. You just sit somewhere looking pretty while I collect your money. I’ll be looking pretty, too.”

Her lips twitched, trying not to smile and failing. “See you at the diner, then.”

Shiro’s team went into the Witch’s territory to rescue the kidnapped son while Lance and Allura investigated the ransom money’s location. Everything would be returned to the Holt family. And if the family wanted to let the King keep the ransom money as a thank you, well... That’s just being polite, isn’t it?

Lance dropped Allura off at the Moonstruck Diner, then drove on to the drop location by himself. The spot turned out to be the parking lot of a dinky little shopping center on the bad side of town. He only needed to drive by once to spot the best vantage point. Lance parked his car in the back alley of an apartment complex across the street and quietly crept all the way up the fire escape. On the roof, he found a spot where the shadows could hide him well and got to work assembling his rifle. Clicking the pieces into place was strangely calming work. So was leaning down to look through the eyepiece and preparing to wait.

Unlike Allura, Lance was not untouchable. Far from it.

He didn’t know how long someone had been in the shadows of that rooftop with him, also waiting. A hand clapped over the bottom of Lance’s face, smothering a rag over his mouth and nose. He tried to hold his breath as he was yanked backwards, against a broad chest. That wasn’t much use. He refused to inhale as he struggled, but a massive punch on the side of his head knocked Lance right the fuck out anyway.

A slap to the face brought him back. He winced, clenching his teeth and eyes shut. His arms and legs were numb. His vision was blurred and drowned out by a way too bright lamp swinging right in his eyes, drilling a headache straight through to the back of his head. He was disoriented, but simultaneously adrenalized by a fight-or-flight response. It felt like his nerves were lighting up beneath layers of gauze.

“Hel-lo!” Another slap stung his cheek.

Through the blinding lamplight, a redhead with wide blue eyes came into focus for him. Pretty cute. In the shadows of the room beyond her, Lance spotted three other girl. A huge one, a short-haired one, and… Oh, wait. One’s a guy.

“Look at this, Allura’s dog has left her lap for once,” he drawled.

The redhead giggled. “Nah, he was just fetching her something.”

Lance looked down. His arms and legs were bound several times over.

“Tell us where she’s waiting for you.”

“Pfft,” Lance scoffed.

The girl pinched his chin between two fingers and yanked his face back up. “We have ways of making you ta-alk,” she sing-songed.

“What, slap me again? Jokes on you, I kinda like it.”

Her draw was extraordinary. Some hella Bruce Lee movement, almost too fast for the eye to see. He only realized she’d taken a gun out when he felt the butt of it bash against his cheek hard enough to rattle his teeth. His head snapped to the side with a breathless yelp. Fuck, that hurt. Warmth trickled down the side of his face. It dripped red on the clean shirt he’d changed into.

The girl lifted his chin up with the barrel of the gun, making Lance meet her eyes again. “Keep acting cute and see what happens.”

She smiled, sweet and bubbly. He tasted copper in his mouth. Now, Lance started to get really scared. He had heard of this gang and he knew how ugly interrogations can get. Hell, he’d conducted one himself that same night—which was a trap he walked right into, Lance realized several hours too late. He should’ve listened to Allura instead of rushing off to impress her.

“Let’s bring it back now,” the guy said. “Where is Allura meeting you?”

Lance swallowed, feeling the gun barrel tap his throat as he did. The ropes around his legs were bound too tightly for Lance to move a centimeter. Still, he kept his mouth shut. It was weird. He wasn’t the quiet type. But he could stay quiet. He could hold out. His people would be coming for him. Any minute. Any minute now. Please, fuck, someone had to be coming for him.

The huge girl stepped forward, into the light. “C’mon, let me smash some fingers as a warmup.”

“That’s a start.” From a scabbard Lance had not noticed hanging from the ringleader, Lotor’s, waist until now, he pulled out a freaking sword. How tacky.

Nonetheless, the whisper of it unsheathing made Lance’s blood run cold. His eyes went from the glint of the blade, to the big one’s knuckle cracks, to the quiet one cocking her own gun. A pair of hands slid down his shoulders, almost gentle. From behind, the redhead slipped her fingers beneath his half-buttoned shirt and pulled out a rosary. She twirled the cross in her fingers and hummed. Then, started winding the beads around her hand.

“We got alllll night to play with you,” Ezor cooed, tightening the beads around his neck until it hurt. Until he couldn’t breathe. Until the beads snapped.

A neon sign that spelled “Moonstruck” flickered pale blue light across Allura’s face. Throughout the diner, friends and couples chattered loudly, laughed obnoxiously. She was the only one sitting alone.

The whipped cream on top of her milkshake had melted to a white puddle that spilled down the sides of her untouched drink and pooled around the glass base. The waitresses kept looking in her direction with sad, sympathetic expressions. At first, Allura felt embarrassed. Now, she felt afraid.

When Lance came back to consciousness, his lungs were filled with smoke. His own coughing had startled him awake. He didn’t know he had blacked out in the first place. How long had he been out?

His eyes opened to plumes of grey drifting across the sky, covering the stars. And a view right up Shiro’s nose. Lance was being carried, apparently. Not gently, either. Shiro was running. Lance’s nerves seemed to wake up a few seconds behind, but the rough jostling sparked them right back to life. In a split second, he went from feeling numb to his bones to feeling like every inch beneath his skin was made of exposed wires rubbing against each other. Lance tried a garbled attempt at screaming a curse, but it sounded more like someone shouting “Fuuuuck!” while tumbling face-first down a flight of stairs.

“Sorry!” Shiro huffed.

It sounded sincere, but that was undercut by the fact that Shiro unapologetically flung him into the open backseat of a car moments later. Lance made a sound like someone screaming “SHIT!” while hurtling face-first down a flight of stairs.

Everything happened in the span of three seconds. Shiro climbed in after Lance and someone else dove in from the other side, smushing him into the middle seat. “Owowowow,” he complained at being shoved to sit upright with absolutely no tenderness. The engine roared and tires screeched against asphalt. The car was already peeling out of there before every open door had slammed shut.

Then silence. Only the sounds of five people panting filled the car. Keith in the driver’s seat, frowning at the road as he weaved around traffic and refused to stop at a single red light. On the passenger side, Allura spun in her seat to look at Lance—or tried to, but something tugged her back.

“Are you—” She whipped back around mid-sentence. “Ah, shit, my skirt’s caught in the door.” She turned again, more carefully this time. “Are you okay?”

The slight wince when she got a proper look at him in between passing streetlamps was a hint that he didn’t look okay. Lance took stock of everything he remembered before passing out. His right leg: fucked. His right fingers: fucked. Both sides of his previously beautiful face: fucked.

And he took stock of new fuck-ups he didn’t remember, so probably happened post-blackout. Most notably, his nose and his shoulder: fucked.

Without waiting for an answer, Allura assured, “We’re taking you to emergency. You’ll be alright.”

“Yeah, well, my lucky necklace broke. Will emergency fix that?” Lance turned to the paladin on his other side in an attempt to include them. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized it was not one of them. “WHOA. The fuck is she doing here?”

For the past minute, he’d been literally rubbing elbows with one of the girls from Lotor’s squad.

“Acxa’s a double agent,” Keith chimed in.

“She shot me back there!”

“I grazed you.”

Lance groaned. “Ugh, pedantics.”

“Semantics,” Acxa corrected.

“Ughhh,” he repeated.

At that point, Shiro intervened. “We wouldn’t have known where you were taken if it wasn’t for her. We couldn’t have gotten in, either.”

“Fine, thanks, but I’m just saying—You let me think I was gonna get murdered. I mean, you coulda winked or something!”

“A wink would help?” Acxa asked flatly.

“Uh, yeah! Gimme some hope, y’know.”

“I’m pretty sure Ezor winked at you at some point. And she was definitely going to murder you.”

After a long pause, Lance admitted, “You know what. Touche.”

In the front seat, Allura unzipped a Burberry purse in her lap. Plastic crinkled as she opened a makeup wipe. Lance watched her wipe her hands with it, flickering between darkness and orange light from posts outside. The white towelette came back red.

“Is that mine?” he asked.

“No,” Allura answered, something heavy in her voice.

Another tense silence descended on the car.

Keith was the first to break it. “Do you have any idea what we started?”

No one answered.

Lotor, like Allura, was untouchable. Supposed to be untouchable. Tonight, because of Lance, they broke the one rule between the warring families that was sacred.

Now, all bets would be off. No one and no place would be untouchable. They were in some deep shit.

“Hey. Hey.” Shiro tapped Lance’s cheek, snapping him out of it.

“Wha?”

“Try to stay awake. We’re almost there.”

“I’m awake,” Lance mumbled.

“Don’t close your eyes,” Allura added. “Keep them open. And keep talking.”

“Okayokayokay, um…” Yeah, he was slurring his words. “Turn the radio on.”

Allura leaned forward in her seat to switch the radio on.

She humored him even when he started getting picky with stations, guiding her on the dial. “That sucks, change it. Nope, next. Next. Next—Yes! Right there—I like dollars, I like diamonds, I like stuntin’, I like shinin’—”

Listen. She told him to stay awake and keep talking.

At first, it was Lance jamming by himself and bobbing his head to the extent that he could without disturbing the messed up shoulder. Then Allura swooped in for the pre-chorus. Shiro caved and joined in a couple seconds after she did. The other two kept playing it like they’re too cool for car karaoke, but Lance could see a smirk on Keith’s lips in the rear view mirror. And, up against his side, he felt Acxa chuckle softly right after the three of them barked the first line of the chorus in unison.

Lance still sang beneath his breath even as he was hauled out of the car in the hospital’s driveway.

“Can you believe I woulda died without Cardi B?”

All quiet in the diner. It was nearly empty, except for a handful of old timers getting breakfast. A little early for milkshakes, but Lance had a tradition to uphold.

The window behind Allura outlined her in a bright halo of early morning sunshine. “Mhm. You have some nerve, you know.”

Lance raised an eyebrow and took a doubtful slurp of his chocolate and banana shake.

She raised one right back at him. “You stood me up. No one’s ever done that to me.”

“Oh, c’mon. That’s not fair. I was literally taking a bullet for you.”

“She says it grazed you.”

“Come on.” He slumped back in his seat, smiling despite the offended tone in his voice.

It felt nice to act normal. Like things could carry on as always after last night. Lance didn’t even receive a single odd look when he lumbered in on a crutch with his cheek bandaged and lip stitched. The grandpas in the corner booth kept their heads down, politely staring at their bacon and eggs until he and Allura passed. The waitress was warm as always, but she didn’t take her eyes off her notepad when it was Lance’s turn to order.

He thought of when he was young, playing in the schoolyard, pretending to be something he wasn’t. Now, he played with Allura over milkshakes, both pretending they didn’t need to worry about what would come next.

END.

#voltron #vld #allurance

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livelovelaug-h · 6 years ago

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Irreplaceable you pt 2

Sam x reader

Warnings- cancer: sad times. Angst. :(( Grab the tissues still.

"So I decided to cut out gluten. That was like the first thing that I did. I would just like wake up in the morning and feel like totally fatigued. Just like, "eh."

You laugh. This could be good. Next girl.

"You know, um his job he doesn't really like talking about it." She laughs. ?

Next girl. "You know what's funny I have a cat named Sam."

"oh okay."

"yeah." Nope. "Thank you."

You're writing down on some papers a few notes notes: too slutty. Too needy. Too freaky. Too neurotic.

Next girl.

"So it says on your online profile you were Phi Beta Kappa?" You ask.

"I had no life in college." You laugh.

"And now you're a researcher for the National Institute of Health?"

"Yes. Still have no life. I'm just... I'm just tired of being alone. I'm where I want to be career-wise, and I really would like to settle down and have a family."

She adds: "sorry, Natural caretaker. Also overbearing neurotic."

"I'm the same way." You say. "Um... Let's set up a date."

"Okay. Um, just... If I could just be honest with you, um, I just don't quite understand why a man would send his assistant to pre-interview women. I just... I don't get it. "

"Yeah, um... Here's the deal." She could tell by your face.

"Sally! Please don't hold it against him!" She starts walking away.

"This is the craziest thing like ever!"

You started picking up the papers to go catch the girl but you ran into in the waitress. "Oh, shit. Oh, sorry! I'm sorry! "

"No, I got it."

"It's kind of a long story."

"I... I think I heard it. I mean, I know I shouldn't, but spying on the customers is like the only thing that makes this job halfway bearable. You are way more interesting than most. "

"I know, it's unusual." You say.

"Yo, dude, I think it's awesome. Like, my mom died seven years ago. I was in high school. And after she passed, my dad spent every night alone. And I tried to tell him, "Go out. Live life. Find someone." But not just anyone. The right person. "

"Exactly. Which is hard."

She laughs "Right. imean, do you have any like friends or anything that could like take him off your hands?"

"Yeah his brother but not anyone that would get this girl stuff."

"Right. I mean, the thing is, finding the right one is actually about volume. You should host a mixer, like, invite some people."

"Yeah, right. Nothing says "fun" like a mixer hosted by your dying girlfriend."

"I mean, I'm having an art opening... at this gallery space on Friday. you could use it as a front.You, like, wouldn't even need to be there. And... And an art opening could bring together some really interesting women. Like the right types. Not that there wouldn't be some people there with like interested in the free snacks, but... "

"I wouldn't want to..."

"No, honestly, dude, you'd be doing me a real solid."

you laugh. I'm y/n.

"I'm Mira."

~~~~~~~~~

"A hundred and fifty dollars? This place is a rip-off. I could make this myself one week tops." Myron says.

"Focus, please. We just need to freshen up Sam's look a little."

"Why is that again?"

" Trust me. Any woman that meets him

is gonna want to shop for him. The wrong one will put him in these. He wears all plaid all the time"

"What are you doing?" You ask myron.

"What?"

"You're the only one who gets to make bad decisions because you're dying? Terminal cancer. Put it on my bill. "

"You're just so cool with everything. I'm not cool with any of this.

"I've been dying longer than you have. You get better at it. "

"How?"

"Well, it's like this vest. At first it's, "Why is that old man wearing that horrible vest? Pretty soon I become the vest guy. After that, you realize that you'd hardly recognize me without it. I look comfortable in it. It's a part of me, so... you accept it. "

"I don't think I can ever accept you in that vest."

"No?" He asks.

"Try this on. I want to see what it'll look like on Sam."

"Okay."

"But let me pair it with some skinny jeans."

Laughs.

"Okay. I look three days younger. "

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"These... Oh! They're cutting off my circulation. Seriously, my ankles are tingling, my feet are asleep."

"You look hot!"

"It's just... Can I ask what this is about?"

"Just some retail therapy. "

"Right. And where am I supposed to put my phone?"

"Now... Okay, this jacket is dry clean only. Which means, if I'm not around, do not put this in the laundry."

"I know what that means y/n."

"Oh. Shit. Laundry. All right, so... In here." You walk to the washer and he asks:

"Really?"

" Okay, so... "

" I know how to turn it on."

"Yeah, but colors, whites, delicates."

".. Right."

"The dryer sometimes gets stuck, so, uh, you just give it two kicks. you kick it twice Right here. Like that. And it will generally unstick itself."

Sam kicks it twice.

"Exactly."

"Uh, this dial is the minutes. It tells you how much time you have left.......... um, If the time runs out..... before the clothes are ready, you just... turn the dial."

"Hmm. Wait." You say feeling uneasy.

" What?"

[groaning] "are you okay?"

You start coughing and head towards the sink. You start throwing up.

"yeah I have that effect on women." You both laugh. "Too soon...?"

You say "yeah too soon."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Her and her nightly what ifs. It was adorable though.

"What if I had run away and joined a cult?"

"I guess I would have to join too."

"What if relationships between cult members was frowned upon?"

"Like an asexual cult?"

"Yeah. And you couldn't do an intervention and get me out because I was totally brainwashed."

"Hmm. Well, I guess I would have to become a rival cult leader, re-brainwash you. according to my philosophy, and then steal you away into my cult, which would be a sex cult."

You start dying with laughter.

"What if I were exactly like me, except I had really terrible halitosis. I would get you a mint. Or I would destroy the olfactory receptors in my nose so that I didn't care."

....."What if I die?

"I would...

never recover." You guys cuddle and go to bed.

~~~~~ the next evening~~~~~~

You Sam and Dean are all In the same room.

"Should I be able to tell that you're circumcised in those jeans? 'Cause I can. And there's not a lot of, uh, room for imagination or your penis in those pants." You says.

"I don't want to go to this. I don't... I don't know anything about art."

You: "Yes you do. Would you relax? She just wants people there."

"Is she hot?" Dean asks.

"Trust me, Dean it will be a target rich environment." Sam answers.

"See? Come on, man. Free food, cute girls." Dean says.

~~~~~~~~~

"Come on, let's do this. " you say.

"How exactly do you know this artist again?"

"We met randomly at a cafe, and we really bonded and...

" When?"

' I... I don't know. I just... I don't want to disappoint her.

"Are you sure you can't come?" He asks you.

I- I don't feel up to it. Trust me.

"Okay. W... Well I'll go, just as long as you stop touching my hair.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey. "

'You're adorable." You say and he huffs a laugh. "Stop that!"

"Oh, he can move in them!"

"No, not really Dean."

Sam to Dean "you know i got a ring right before she told me she was 'pregnant and then now cancer."

"I didn't. You know you could still ask her."

"yeah she'll love that." he says sarcastically.

"it might give her some hope."

"yeah, maybe."

~~~~~~~In The car with myron outside the art meeting ~~~~~~~~~~

"Is he mingling?"

"He's admiring the art."

"Sam doesn't care much about art. Nah, he's just hoping if he keeps himself occupied with an activity, no one will actually talk to him."

[Myron] He's very good-looking.

Can I say that and not be awkward?

"Uh, yeah that's my whole point. What about you and your wife? How'd you two meet?"

"At a party."

"We were in college. We got hitched three years later. "

"That's it? No story?"

"The story came after. Getting married. Life. Building a home. Kids, grandkids."

"Sorry".

"It's okay. I won't know the difference, I guess."

"I just want those things for Sam."

"I have to hand it to you." Myron says.

"What?

"You are stubborn. This might be the worst plan in the world, but you're committed to it, and I like that."

"Yeah, well, don't be too impressed. Hasn't worked yet."

"I don't know about that." He says looking into the binoculars.

"What?" You look into the building.

"Let me see that." Sam is talking to Someone. "No, that's just the girl whose show it is."

[Myron] "So?"

"So she's just doing this as a favor to me. "

"So?"

"So, she's not his type."

"Yeah?"

You: "Oh, no. Don't do the snorty laugh.

"Ugh! He did the snorty laugh. Oh, he does that when he's... "

Myron : "When he's nervous."

"Happy."

"Here. Estelle's hot chocolate." Myron says ans hands you a coffee cup. "It cures whatever ails you. Except cancer."

He cheers "to the things we do for people we love."

~~~~~~~ bedtime ~~~~~

Sam walks in your shared bedroom. "I know you're not really sleeping. Because I know how your breathing sounds when you sleep. Which is something you don't even know about yourself."

laughs

"I know everything about you, y/n, But I have to say, you still know how to shock the hell out of me."

"What do you mean?"

"The clothes. The mixer. "

" Sam... "

"For the record, I am not a dummy. I know what's going on. And I went along with you trying to help me because I know it's helping you. But setting me up? Are you serious?"

"Please. You spend your life fighting monsters and researching all the time. Also always Looking after people."

"Sam, most people don't find what we had... have once, much less twice in a lifetime."

"What we have? You mean, a relationship where one person is... is lying, and sneaking around, and manipulating?*

" It's for your own good!"

"You just tried to manipulate my life! Or you mean a relationship where you have such a low opinion of me, that you truly believe that nobody else on the planet would ever fall for me."

"Obviously not. But that's the whole point!" You're gonna get swarmed, and it's gonna be impossible to find the right person!"

"I already found the right person! Or I thought I had." You

"Y/n/n's, I didn't... You know I didn't mean that. Hey, come here. are you okay?" He hugs you in the bed.

~~~~~~~~~ Sam and Dean sitting in the kitchen~~~~~~~

Sam: "What is she thinking? Does she think I'm completely clueless with women?"

"Dean?"

"No."

"Yeah? No.

" Wait, what?"

"you've just never seen me in action."

"Hm no, no and I never want to."

"What do I do?"

"Look, all you can do is be there for her, however you can. i mean, look, she's got to be scared out of her mind. And right now she needs to know that the worst thing happens.... That you are gonna be okay."

You and Myron go out bird watching. He speaks up : Are you ready to drop this mishigas with Sam?"

"You think I should?"

"Here's what I know: You don't have as much time as you think you do.*

" I don't?"

"No."

"What are you trying to say?" You ask heart racing.

"I'm not saying it, the Buddha did."

"I didn't realize you were Buddhist."

"I'm not, but it stuck with me. And it's true for you. It's true for every person on the planet."

[Myron] I need some snacks. Could you...

Oh. I can't believe you eat those things." You say handing him a bag of cheese curls.

"They're tasty."

"The chemo has clearly destroyed your taste buds."

"Try one".

"They're disgusting."

"Keep going. You get to tasty."

[crunches]. "The second bite is actually not as bad."

Myron: Good for you, too.

~~~~~ later at night~~~~

"Okay. Someone... who hikes." Sam says randomly.

"What?"

In the future, if I ever did this again, which I probably won't, but if I did, and if it makes you feel better to know, it would be with someone who hikes."

" We never hike."

'Because you hate it."

"That's not true."

"We took that one hike up Bear Mountain Six years ago, you complained the entire time."

"That's because hiking is boring. It's basically walking. And walking is something you do to get somewhere. Hiking from your car up a hill and then back to your car is totally pointless."

"Okay". he laughs.

"Duly noted." You say. "Hiking.

"Thank you."

"What else?"

" I like dancing." You scoff.

"I would like to try ballroom dancing classes. You know, like the fox-trot or the waltz, even though... "

"It's lame."

" I know you think it's lame."

''The fox-trot? Seriously?''

" Yeah!"

"How about something just moderately nerdy like swing."

"Is this person for you or for me?

"Okay.".

" Good. I get it. I'll update your profile.

"What profile?"

"This profile."

"God."

"You're welcome".

Next morning on a walk--

"So you've been pretending to be me?"

"you're sick you know that?"

"so?"

"okay so how do you like this profile picture?"

"you took a picture of me sleeping??"

"hey come on I've worked really hard on this. No? You don't okay fine. Want to take another one?"

"yeah let's take another one."

"Okay" he sits down on the bench and smiles. You press the button and bammm.

"what do you think of that?."

"oh it's good!"

"uh huh."

"do it in black and white."

Sam: "are you coming to bed?"

(glass shatters) "oh."

"y/n??" He walks in the room. "Y/n what is it?"

"It's broken."

" Oh, shit."

" It's broken."

"It's okay. We can just... We can get another one. It's fine."

'No, we can't! You gave it to me when we were kids.." you cry but he picks you up and takes you to bed. He holds you all night and lets you cry. He knows this can't be easy.

To be continued

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