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spaceorphan18 · 2 years ago

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Scenes from December (14/24)

Klaine Advent : Day Fourteen : Dispose

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December, 2035

“You guys are the worst.”

Kurt grinned at his teenage daughter’s discomfort as he placed the Mickey Mouse ears on his head. Blaine had on an identical pair, and he really did not care that they were in their forties - you were never too old for Mickey Mouse ears. Katie, however, flushed a deep red because somehow a pair of plastic ears was somehow the most humiliating thing that could have ever happened to her -- here in Florida, where exactly zero people knew who she was.

“You hear that, Kurt?” Blaine asked as he perused the overpriced Disney gift shop. He found a pair of cheesy, hot pink and white polka-dotted Minnie Mouse sunglasses and put them on. “Apparently, saving up our hard earned money to take our family to the most magical place on Earth makes us the worst parents ever.”

“Well, I’m having a nice time,” Tracy said in their defense. She smiled grandly as she spun a rack of art work around.

“Don’t let them fool you,” Katie said, leaning in to her. “This trip was entirely for them. We’re just not legal yet, and have to be subjected to all of their indulgent whims.”

“Oohh - someone’s been brushing up on their ACT words,” Kurt said, with some heavy sarcasm. She had been complaining nearly the entire week they had been there. Was he this bad at fifteen? Oh, how his dad will probably laugh when he calls after their vacation. “And if you’re not happy - we can send you back to stay with Grandpa Burt in Ohio. I hear it’s snowing. I’m sure he’ll let you shovel the driveway.”

“Do you hear how easily they’d dispose of us,” Katie continued. “Their own daughters.”

“No, only you,” Tracy shot back. “They apparently still like me.”

Kurt bit his lip, trying not to laugh at Tracy’s sting.

“We like both of you,” Blaine said - always the diplomat. “No one is getting sent back to Ohio to shovel snow.”

“Yet,” Kurt couldn’t help but mutter.

Blaine shot him a look over the glasses. “Look, it’s been a fun vacation. Why don’t we just try to enjoy what we can while we’re here.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Katie shot at him. “Because you seem to get off to amusement parks and crowds and embarrassing public serenades.”

Blaine looked almost aghast that she’d speak to him that way. Kurt wasn’t as surprised - she did take after him when it came to her weaponizing her words.

“Hey - I think singing in public is romantic,” Tracy cut in. Sweet, little Tracy - truly of Blaine’s spirit.

“You know, your father does look rather attractive right now,” Kurt said. Really, Blaine looked comically ridiculous with the ears and the sunglasses, but he was still rather fond of his husband. And maybe made him a bad parent, but he did get a slight kick out of getting under Katie’s skin. “Maybe we’ll go out into the courtyard - right outside Cinderella’s castle and sing an impromptu duet.”

“Oh god, no.”

Kurt continued, “we could even grab a Disney Prince and make it a threesome.”

“Don’t you mean trio?” asked a confused Tracy.

“No, now they’re just being purposely and publicly gross for my utter humiliation,” Katie said, her entire face scrunched in revolution.

Blaine grinned at him, shaking his head.

“What do you think, Blaine? Sleeping Beauty’s Prince Phillip maybe?” Kurt suggested, with an eyebrow raised.

Blaine considered. “Prince Eric.”

“Eh, he’s a bit dense.”

“Ooh, Aladdin.”

“Or Hercules - he could be really fancy with the choreography and throw you over his shoulder.”

“Or the Beast! There’s nothing wrong with a guy with a little extra hair.”

“Okay, stop,” a mortified Katie shouted. “Forever stop this conversation. Why do you guys continue to say things I can never unhear? Why can’t you guys be normal and boring like the rest of my friends’ parents? I just cannot believe I actually came from the two of you.”

“Well, technically - only one of them,” Tracy cut in. “Since neither of them have a uterus, it would have been rather hard for them to both contribute to your genetic make-up.” Katie’s mouth dropped, and for once she was shocked into complete silence. “What? We talked about genetics in science this year.”

“Well, she is right,” Blaine said, thinking about it. “Though we did mix the sperm together so the genetics would be a surprise.”

Katie let out a low groan as she buried her head in her hands. Kurt, trying not to die of laughter, put a somewhat sympathetic arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry, kiddo,” he said, unintentionally channeling his dad. “It’ll probably get a lot worse before it gets better. But at some point, you’ll learn to appreciate us.”

#klaine advent 2022 #s.o. writes things #glee fic #klaine fic

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sirphillipcranestanaccount · 4 years ago

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Modern AU teaser under the cut. Let me know what y’all think!

“Ugggh” Eloise said, dropping her forehead onto the textbook that lay on the table in front of her. She looked at her phone, 10:30 on a Friday night and she was still in the library. “How did I get myself into this situation?” she raised her head and looked across the table at Penelope, “Pen, when I said ‘oh I think I’m going to get a master’s in English’, English of all things, why didn’t you talk me out of it?”

Penelope shifted her eyes from her laptop screen to Eloise without moving her head. “Because,” she began to reply, never once stopping her typing “I believe your exact words were ‘Pen, I’m going to grad school and there’s no way you can talk me out of it’.”

“She’s right, El,” Edwina said not bothering to look up from her computer, “I have it on video.”

“How many drinks had I had up to that point?” Eloise’s head was once again in her textbook making her words difficult to hear. “And was I aware at the time that I would have to read The Canterbury Tales again?”

“None and yes,” Penelope replied.

“Ugh,” Eloise repeated, “what are you two working on?” she wanted to distract herself from Chaucer for a moment,

“I’m writing a paper about the works and political activism of Susan Sontag,” Penelope answered.

“I’m writing a reflection on a trip I had to take to the Met,” Edwina stated, “so I’m attempting to be engaging about statues I have seen on what must be at least a hundred occasions.”

“Do you guys remember in undergrad when we used to do fun and interesting things on the weekends?” Eloise asked.

“I don’t think that emptying 4 bottles of Barefoot Riesling and eating buffalo wings while watching Golden Girls re-runs could be deemed interesting in any sense of the word,” Penelope said, “plus, judging by the frequency with which Eddie’s phone has been vibrating, she certainly has an interesting weekend ahead of her,” she smirked.

Eloise’s head popped up in interest. Finally a distraction! “Are these texts from a gentleman?” she asked with a tone of overstated interest.

Edwina started to flush “Do you guys remember that TA I had last semester for my archaeology class?”

“The one who’s so smart and funny and cute and always replied to your e-mails right away?” Eloise replied, “I’m not sure if you mentioned him.”

Edwina’s eyes narrowed at Eloise’s teasing, “Well, we went out and got coffee the other week and we’ve been texting ever since, and long story short I think I’m going to marry him.”

“Marriage?” Eloise scoffed, “have you two even…?” she let her words trail off, but let a rude gesture with her hands finish the statement.

“I was being facetious,” Edwina replied, “and no, I haven’t slept with him,” she returned to typing just before adding, “Very ladylike hand gesture by the way.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’ve never once tried to be ladylike in my life,” Eloise retorted.

“The blouse and pencil skirt you’re wearing at the library would state otherwise,” Penelope teased.

“Pen, you know I have to wear this when I tutor,” she shot back “apparently I have to look professional when I’m trying to help freshmen comp lit majors figure out what Candide is about.”

“What is Candide about?” Edwina asked.

“Hell if I know,” Eloise replied with a shrug. She looked back at her phone, “can we go home now?” she asked, “I hate walking through the park after 11.”

Penelope closed her computer, “I was about to suggest the same.”

As the 3 women walked out of the now-empty library Eloise spotted something on a bench in the vestibule between the library doors. It was a leather-bound notebook with a snap closure. Eloise couldn’t help but be curious, so she opened it.

“What on Earth are you doing El?” Penelope asked, “we are in New York City, god knows where that’s been!”

“Calm down Pen, it’s not street trash,” she replied. She opened to the first page of the notebook and read: property of Phillip Crane. If found, please contact [email protected]

Phillip got home and all but went straight to sleep. Well, first he thanked and said goodbye to his Aunt who had been kind enough to watch his children after their most recent nanny had quit.

It appeared that the final straw for the most recent young lady–in what seemed to be a revolving door of unfortunate women (and some men)– was when the twins had decided to put a layer of cream cheese on the deodorant that they found in her purse. Phillip was more bewildered by his children’s antics than anybody, but even he had to admit that someone who decided to pursue a career in child care ought to be made of sterner stuff.

But today had been a long day, and he needed to sleep before he went back to the lab tomorrow. He peaked his head into Oliver and Amanda’s room to make sure they were asleep. Or, if not asleep, not causing trouble. Then he went to his room and simply fell face down on the bed.

Phillip woke up the next morning to his alarm at 6 am in the clothes he had worn the day previous. He cursed under his breath, he was planning to wear that pair of khakis again today, but now they were all wrinkled and so was his shirt. Phillip went out into the kitchen and started making coffee when he heard a small voice from behind him.

“Daddy, you’re not going to wear those clothes to work are you?” He turned around to see Amanda in her pajamas.

“Don’t I look good?” Phillip joked with her.

“You look like you slept in your clothes,” she said flatly, moving a chair to the side of the cabinet to reach for the cereal that was a bit too high for her to reach on her own.

“That’s just the look I was going for,” he smiled and took a sip of his coffee, “do you want me to pack your lunch for you?” he asked. He didn’t have to be at the lab until 9:00 this morning.

“No thanks,” Amanda said passing him to get milk from the refrigerator, “Me and Oliver packed our lunches last night.”

Phillip felt his stomach knot. He was proud that both of his children were self-sufficient, but he hated the fact that they had to be. Ever since their mother died–and frankly, before–they had needed to be like little adults, in spite of being 8 years old. Phillip tried the best he could to be a good dad to them, but working toward a Ph.D. and having the pressure of a research fellowship on one’s shoulders made active fathering somewhat difficult.

“What did you pack, is it healthy?” Phillip asked, trying to make up for his dead-beat ways.

“Sandwich, apples, yogurt, and cheez-its,” she said matter of factly “I don’t know what Oliver put in his.”

As if on cue Oliver walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “I made the same thing but with chips instead of yogurt, because yogurt is gross.” He joined his sister at the countertop and poured cereal into a bowl that Amanda had already set out for him.

“Alright, kids, what’s on the schedule for today?” Phillip said, putting down his coffee, “anything after school that I should let Aunt Gertie know about?”

“I have piano right after school,” Amanda stated.

“And I have a hockey game at 5,” Oliver said with a mouth full of cereal, “can you come, Dad?”

Phillip’s heart sank, he knew he probably wasn’t going to be able to make it, but he decided to try and humor his son anyway.

“Let me check my book,” he said walking over to his bag. He looked in the brown satchel to find that he couldn’t find the familiar brown leather datebook.

“Shit,” he whispered under his breath, “shit shit shit shit shit.”

“Are you okay dad?” Oliver asked, once more with his mouth full.

“Yes,” Phillip said with a sigh “I just can’t find my datebook.”

Phillip grabbed his phone to check the schedule he tried to maintain electronically and saw that he had an e-mail.

Dear Mr. Crane,

Hello! I just wanted to contact you because I believe I found your datebook outside the library last night. At least, this is the e-mail that was written to contact in case it was found. What is the best way that I can return it to you? I know I’m personally lost without my planner. Let me know how I can get it back to you and I will be sure to do so ASAP.

Sincerely,

Eloise Bridgerton, B.A.

Student | NYU Graduate School of Arts & Science

[email protected]

(212)995-3422

P.S. I suppose I should ask you to describe it, just to make sure I’m handing it off to the right person. Once you’ve done that I will promptly return it to you.

#philoise #to sir phillip with love #modern au #phillip crane #eloise bridgerton

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hms-chill · 5 years ago

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The Chaos Before the Storm

@teresalisbon asked for “a RWRB AU where they didn't have that first kiss but they're still friends and what leaks this time is like a private convo between Henry and pez where he manages to both insult and say he's in love with alex and... it goes from there”, and I hope this is everything you wanted!

If you’re not sold by that, my working title for this was “Alex’s Bi Awakening: Speed-Run Edition”

Just a quick heads up that there is homophobia from Henry’s gran in here, and a reference to using alcohol to cope with that. Stay safe y’all.

There are some moments in history that people say they'll never forget. They'll know exactly where they were when they heard the news, know exactly what they were doing and remember it for the rest of their lives. Alex has always been a bit skeptical of that; high school psych taught them about the formation of memories and how easily they can change, and they looked at studies of people confidently claiming two different stories about where they were on 9/11. But he knows that, for the rest of his existence on planet earth, he will remember this day shot by shot, exactly as it happens.

He's on a couch with Nora and June, watching old episodes of Parks and Rec and trying to relax for once when Zahra slams open the door.

"Alexander Gabriel, what did you do?" There's a laptop in her hand, and she slams it on the coffee table in front of them moments after Alex snatches his coffee. June barely has time to pause the TV before Henry's voice is coming out of the laptop speakers, and Alex feels a familiar warmth spread through him before the dread kicks in. This isn't Press Henry, this is a private version of Henry. It's a Henry that should never, ever, be playing from a major news website, but Zahra is playing it from the Mail's homepage nonetheless.

"He just drives me up the fucking wall. I mean, he’s so impulsive all the time; he doesn’t even stop to consider that maybe not all of us can just flaunt everything we are to the world. Maybe, just maybe, some of us have families who won’t support us, and if he could understand that... he’s just so bloody thick, and I hate it so much sometimes. Beside that, he just... he doesn’t listen, or pick up on things; he’s so... you know how Mark Hamill didn't know that Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford were sleeping together when they were filming A New Hope, so he'd just show up for breakfast to hang out? He's like that. He's so confident and sure of himself, but he misses so many things, and I'm trying so hard, but he... I just don’t understand how he can be so... so much, and so himself all the time, especially when everyone’s watching him. I mean, you can do it, but you... you’re only in the public eye because of me.”

“Careful, Babes. I’m more than just your arm candy and attention sponge.” It's Pez's voice, and that makes it worse somehow. Henry is talking to one of the two people who have always been on his side, and it's available for anyone on the planet to listen to.

“You’re also not the son of the president of a global powerhouse.”

“If he makes you so upset, you could just stop seeing him.”

“This is a ‘mope about being in love with an idiot’ session; I don’t actually want you to tell me things. I can’t stop seeing him and we both know it. I’m... I fell too hard, Pez. It was that blasted day in Rio; I was just trying to get through and then he waltzes in, all sunlight and warmth, and he never stopped being that way. Never even gave me a chance to save myself. He’s just all this love and coziness and sunlight, and I’m just a bloody Icarus, I can’t... I’m going to burn myself up just to be near him.“

“Okay, Mister, I think that’s enough of this.” There’s a rustling sound, and a few feeble protests from Henry before he lapses back into singing Alex’s praises.

"He's just... his hair is so nice, and he doesn't care, and he's... he's not scared. I'm so scared all the time, but he's not. He's tough and brave."

"So are you, Hen." There are more sounds of movement, and the voices start moving away. Pez must have gotten Henry up.

"Not as brave as him. He's... he's just himself in front of everyone."

Zahra closes the laptop, turning to Alex. "It cuts off there. This leaked from Buckingham ten minutes ago; we're not sure how or why it happened. But so help me, if you are seeing the prince of Wales, we need to know yesterday."

"I'm... If I'm what? If I'm... no. No, Henry and I are... we're friends. I'm straight. And maybe sometimes I think about how his hair looks really soft and his lips look nice and he looks good in a suit but that’s, like, objective stuff. And one time he spoke French and I couldn't get my brain to work for like two minutes, but that's just because it's impressive when someone knows multiple languages. And yeah, maybe I haven’t been interested in dating since we started hanging out, but we’ve been busy. And maybe he’s the first person I’ve met in years that I can’t imagine a life without, and sometimes I think about how much I miss him when I can't sleep because one time we shared a hotel bed because we were drunk and it was really, really nice, but that’s just like... friend stuff. I mean, yeah, maybe last time we were at the lake house he had his shirt off and I thought about it for like two weeks after, but — oh my god, am I bi?”

Nora’s buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with laughter. Near the door, Amy’s face sinks into her hand, and June heaves a long-suffering sigh.

“Jesus Christ, Alex. You used to sneak into my room to leave greasy little fingerprints all over a picture of him; how are you so smart and yet still this stupid?”

"But I... if I was... shit, I'm... I'm not seeing him, but maybe I want to? Fuck, Z, how is he?"

“Buckingham’s shut down; they’re not talking to anyone. We’re calling every five minutes, but it’s radio silence.”

“I’ll— can I text him? That should be okay, right?”

“You can try. This... we were planning to issue a statement saying the two of you are just good friends, but maybe you should talk to him first. I’ll... your mom doesn't know yet; she's in a secure meeting, but I'm sure we’ll back your play, Alex.”

“I need... I need to talk to Henry.” Henry who he’s been drawn to for years. Henry who’s seen all his weird gross parts and apparently loves him anyway. Henry who just got outed on a major level. Alex isn’t mentioned by name on the recording; lots of important people were in Rio that day. They could claim it’s not about him, and that could be it, but Henry’s stuck. It is undeniably him, and it is undeniably gay.

So Alex texts him. And when he doesn’t answer, he calls. And when that doesn’t go through, he calls again, then calls Bea. And, god bless her, she answers the phone.

“How is he?”

“Alex, I need—“

“Is Henry okay? I need to talk to him.”

“You and the rest of the bloody world.”

“How is he? Is he... what happened?”

“We think a big came in on a bottle of brandy. Gran is furious; we’re not meant to be speaking to anyone outside until he's... until she’s sent him on a date. She’s trying to get one lined up now. I'm... I'm trying to get one of my friends to go, so at least he'll know the girl, but...”

“How is he?”

“He... he’s not good, Alex. He’s... it’s not been good here. Pez was by but they wouldn’t let him in, but they let bloody Phillip come down. Mum stopped by, but she hasn’t been good for much of anything since Dad died. It... I’m just trying to keep him from getting absolutely sloshed or panicking too much. It's... it's mostly crisis management, if I’m honest.”

“Can I talk to him?”

Bea sighs, then says, “Let me ask him. He’s... I think he’s scared to talk to you, Love.”

“I... I understand. I’m not mad, or... or anything. We just... we need to talk. I... I’ll come there. It’ll take ages, but if it’ll help, I... I’ll come to y’all and talk to him face to face.” Alex looks around to see if anyone is going to tell him that won’t work, but he’s alone except for June, stretched out on the couch and trying not to listen. He's not sure when Zahra and the others left, but he's suddenly glad.

“I’ll... I’ll ask him. Give me a moment.”

There’s a bit of white noise, then Alex can hear Bea quietly asking Henry something. He can’t hear the response, but what he can hear of Henry’s voice breaks his heart. It’s shaky, but beyond that it just sounds flat, defeated. All the life, all the beautiful honest bits that make it Henry’s voice, have gone out of it. Alex can picture him, huddled in a couch corner in one of Buckingham’s impersonal rooms full of dead people’s furniture, and it’s awful. Bea says something else, then she’s back, quietly.

“Now’s... he’s not quite up to it. I’m sorry; it’s... it’s been a long few hours, and he...”

“I get it. I know. Just... I hope he’s okay. Tell him that? That I... I’m on his side, and whatever Catholic is left in me is praying to any saint who might be willing to help us out? And when... when he does feel up to it, if he could call me, I... I’d like that. Thank you, Bea.”

“Of course. I... we’ll be thinking about you, too. And whatever Gran says, I’m not going to let them cut you and Pez out of things. You’re just as much a part of this as anyone.”

“Thank you. I'm... I'm glad he has you to love him and fight for him. You’re a gift, Bea, you really are.”

“So are you, you know. I... if he had to give this much of himself to anyone, I’m glad it was you.”

Alex manages a thank you and a goodbye past the sudden lump in his throat, then hangs up and turns to June.

“Uh, Bug? If... if I fly to England right now to try to sort this out, that’s stupid, right?”

“Supremely. I’ll ask if Amy or Cash are free to go with you, and I’ll see if Zahra can get you a hotel in case they won’t let you into Buckingham. Pack for at least three days, and bring your navy suit, the one you wore when Mom got elected. Pack those X-Wing cufflinks if you feel like they’re lucky, silver tie clip, dark gray tie and shoes in case you're meeting the queen. You’ll want a book for the flight, and I’ll get some snacks from the kitchen, then I’ll... I’ll hold down the fort here. Nora and Mom and I will figure out something to say to distract the press from this for as long as we can. We’ll start fostering a litter of kittens or something; the press loves a cute photo op, and we should raise awareness for shelter pets anyway.”

“You’re the best, Bug, I mean it.”

“Oh, and uh, Nora and I... we got you something. I’ll bring it with the snacks.”

She shoos him into his room to pack, and she's back a few minutes later with a bag of snacks and a little pin. It's a lapel pin with two flags, and for a second, Alex assumes it's got the British and American flags, a final component to his just-in-case-you-meet-the-queen look. But then he looks closely, and it’s an American flag and a bi pride flag. He's surprised to realize he's a little choked up.

“Nora's already started trying to find out where the leak came from, but, uh, we love you a lot, and we wanted you to know that as soon as you wanted to tell us.”

“How long have y’all known?”

“Honestly? I knew something was up when I found those fingerprints on Henry’s picture in that magazine. I... I left my door open and didn't throw it out or move it so you could keep going back and tell me whenever you were ready. Nora knew pretty early too; definitely before you and Liam got together. We got this once you and Nora broke up though. And... and a few more. We got like three different flags so we’d be ready no matter what.”

“Before me and Liam... fuck, did I date Liam? Was that a relationship?”

“Alex, I love you so much and I genuinely think you’re brilliant, but sometimes I wonder if your brain is in your head.”

“But we... shit. Shit; I should call him.”

“And do what, Alex? What in the world would calling him do?”

“I don’t know; I could apologize? Catch up?”

“You’re about to fly across an ocean to get yourself a royal boyfriend. Calling your accidental high school ex to 'catch up' can wait.”

“You’re right. Did... did Mom and Z say I can go?”

“They did. I think Z’s going with you, and so’s Cash. They’re prepping a plane now.”

“Thanks, Bug. You... you’re the best.”

“You have everything you need?”

“I think so? Pajamas, clothes, that suit you said, shoes, chargers and adapters...”

“You bring a book?”

“A couple. And hot Cheetos, because Pez likes those but they don’t have them. And a chocolate orange for Henry, because he likes those, and those weird new Oreos, because tradition. It’s good luck to bring them weird Oreos, and they’re always curious about the weird new flavor, even if half of them are shit.”

“It’s going to be fine. We love you, okay? No matter what happens, we love you.”

“I know. I’m not worried about me, I’m... it’s him I’m worried about. His grandma’s already setting up a fake date for him, and he’s all alone in that big palace full of dead people’s shit. And he... it’s just him and Bea against everyone, and I’m scared. I know I've got you and mom and everyone here on my side, but he's... I just... even if it all goes to shit for us, I want him to be okay.”

“And here I thought he was the Prince Charming of the relationship. Go get him, Alex. We’re rooting for you.” She hugs him, and he hugs her back. She beams at him as she pulls away. "This is so Austen; he’ll love it. Very ‘Tilney-going-after-Catherine’ at the end of Northanger. Send Bea and Pez my love, alright? And tell Henry we're all rooting for him here.”

“Of course.”

She’s got another hug for him, then they’re downstairs, and he’s hugging his mom and Nora and climbing in a car with Zahra and Cash. He calls Bea again from the air, and it sounds like Henry’s the closest to sleep he’s going to get. His date is set for the next day, and Bea knows the details. With that, they start to formulate a plan.

The next day, Alex is at the English Rose Café and Tea Shop at 9:48 AM. He’s in a hat, and he sits at an outdoor table with his back to the street. He gets a double espresso, because it’s been a hell of a last 24 hours. Cash is somewhere being inconspicuous, and Alex isn’t sure where exactly that is, but he can feel the support radiating off him.

At 9:52, Pez walks into the shop and sits down near one of the windows. He waves to Alex, and Alex nods, smiling a bit. Bea arrives at 9:56 and joins Pez. Alex’s leg is bouncing under the table. He doesn’t order another coffee, even if he wants to, because any more energy in his system would almost certainly be a disaster.

At 9:58, a very pretty girl sits down at a table near Alex. She smiles at him, he smiles back. He drops a napkin, they both bend to get it, and he hands her a note. She nods.

At 10:01, Alex sees a car pull up behind them in the reflection in the shop’s big front windows. The person who steps out barely looks like Henry. He moves robotically to sit across from the girl, and when he sits, Alex can see the bloodshot eyes, the shaking hands. He’s trying so hard to play the part he’s supposed to play, but he just looks miserable.

He can barely meet the girl’s eyes. The car leaves, but the photographer it drops off is anything but subtle. The girl pushes her hair back and orders for both of them. Henry just nods. The camera clicks.

Then there’s Cash’s voice, asking for directions in the Spanish he’s picked up from the Diaz family. Alex glances over, and the photographer is distracted.

The girl at Henry’s table excuses herself to go to the bathroom. Alex waits a second, then slides over to sit in front of Henry. For a second, he doesn’t react, so Alex reaches over to take one of the shaking hands in his own. Henry starts.

“Alex? What... you can’t be here. This... you can’t...”

“It’s okay. It’s... we need to talk, but just... I’m... fuck, I thought this would be easier to say. I want... if you want to date I’d be down for that. But also I really like being friends. But also, if you wanted to do more than that, I... I’ve maybe very suddenly realized I’ve had a crush on you since I was twelve. I can see Bea’s friend coming, but this is the address for the hotel where I’m staying. She’s going to suggest a walk after this, and if... if you want to talk, I’ll be there. I’m in your corner no matter what, though. Nora and June and everyone back home is, too. You’re the bravest person I know, and I love you.”

Alex is back in his seat before Henry has time to respond, leaving the hotel’s business card on the table. Bea’s friend comes to sit across from Henry, Cash breaks off his conversation with the photographer, and Alex pays for his coffee inside. He stops at Bea and Pez’s table to fill them in, then goes back to his hotel.

He gets there at 10:14. Cash appears by his side at 10:15. Zahra is down from her room at 10:28 to let them know that Buckingham’s official plan is to publish the pictures of the date and act like nothing incriminating was leaked.

At 10:33, Henry and Bea’s friend round the corner. She has an arm around his waist, but it looks more like she’s supporting him than anything else. She asks him something, and he nods. She starts toward them, waving a bit, and Alex is moving almost before he’s aware of it. He meets them half a block from the hotel, wrapping an arm around Henry, too. Bea’s friend shoots him a little smile. Henry is shaking like a leaf, but he gets an arm over Alex’s shoulder nonetheless.

At the hotel, they say goodbye to Bea’s friend, and Alex leads the way to the elevator. He can feel his heart racing, but he’s doing everything he can to stay calm. This isn’t his moment to panic.

The minute the hotel door closes behind them, Alex hugs Henry with everything in him. He can feel the tension in Henry’s body, and he’s been seeing the exhaustion all day, and he wants nothing more than to get rid of all of it. He wants to squeeze the sadness and the anxiety and all the bad things out. But Henry’s still shaking, and he doesn’t move to hug Alex back. After a minute, Alex pulls away and Henry says, “I... I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t... I didn’t... I...”

“Hen? It’s okay. Let’s... let’s sit down.” He has no idea if this is the right thing to do, but he sits on the couch, pulling Henry down with him.

“I’m sorry. I... that shouldn’t... this shouldn’t have happened. None of this should have happened, and you never should have gotten pulled into this, and you have every right to be mad and never speak to me again and I... I’m sorry.”

“What? I’m... I'm not mad. Don’t apologize. I... I’m... I think maybe I have a crush on you, too. It... no, I don’t think. I know I have a thing for you. Sorry; it’s... with time zones and everything, I think it’s been just a little over a day since I realized I was bi, so it’s... it’s an adjustment.”

Henry lets out a bit of a laugh at that, and though it’s miles from what his laugh should be, it’s better than the panic or tears. It's miles better than the numbness he's seen all day.

“That doesn’t change things, though. I mean, I’m into you, but me being bi doesn’t change anything. This whole thing doesn’t have to change anything; if you want to we can just... we can ignore it and go back to being friends.”

Henry shakes his head, and Alex feels a bit of a thrill. “I... I don’t... no. Don’t ignore it. I... if you want to, it... I don’t know if I can, or if I’ll be allowed, but I want... I want to try. With you.”

“Me, too. I really, really want to try with you.”

Henry sniffles a bit, and Alex wraps him in another hug. He buries his face in Alex’s shoulder, and Alex realizes he’s mostly stopped shaking.

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay, I promise. I’ll make sure.”

“Sorry. I... I might need you to tell me all this again later; I'll think I made it up. I... I’m... I’m a little drunk. I can’t do it sober.”

“Can’t do what?”

“These... these dates. I can’t do them sober anymore, and Bea tried to help today, but she left earlier than me and it...” He trails off with a miserable hiccup.

“Oh, Hen. It’s okay. I’m sorry. I’m sorry they’re doing this to you; it’s not right. It’s... I’m going to fight your grandma and bring you home with me. And then my family are going to love you to pieces, like they already do, and things will be okay.”

Henry lets out a watery laugh as Alex’s phone buzzes. It’s Bea, so he pets Henry’s hair (which is exactly as soft as he used to imagine) and answers, filling her in and letting her know it’s okay to come up. So she and Pez do, and by the time they’re there, Henry is snoring softly with his face in Alex’s shoulder. Bea just smiles and tells them that Henry hasn’t slept since the leak yesterday morning as she drapes a blanket over him. Pez digs through Alex’s bag to unearth a packet of root beer float Oreos, and he and Bea settle around the coffee table to try them.

They facetime the White House to fill everyone in, and though Alex knows they’ve got a fight coming, he’s strangely calm. Henry is safe, and whatever comes next, they have each other and a family to walk through it with.

On AO3

Notes:

Fun fact; Mark Hamill was "too busy being young and pretty" to notice that Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford were sleeping together/ that he was aggressively cockblocking them on at least one occasion. What an icon. Also, re: June's Northanger reference, Tilney is the Rich Bachelor of the book. His father thinks that Catherine, the hero, isn't good enough for their family and makes her leave their house in a really disgusting show of rudeness and spite. Tilney chases her down and proposes to her anyway, and it's way more romantic and self-sacrificing than anything Fitzwilliam ever did imo. - After this fic, I like to think that Alex, Zahra, and Cash took Henry straight to the airport and back to DC, where he cuddled with the litter of kittens June and Nora picked up and Bea and Pez fought the queen for a while so he could have a break.

#rwrb fic #rwrb #red white and royal blue #red white and royal blue fic #red white and royal au #henry fox mountchristen windsor x alex claremont diaz #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #bea fox mountchristen windsor #nora holleran #pez okonjo #june claremont diaz

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hitchell-mope · 5 years ago

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(First film. Prologue. Instead of an iPad activated by Mal, Jay is in a white void room dressed for the coronation his hands are glowing brightest gold with magic)

Jay: once upon a time, well, two decades ago. The town loony’s daughter. Married the accursed beast. Of course he wasn’t a beast when they tied the knot (his magic creates images of the story as he tells it) true loves kiss solves everything. They had no honeymoon. Instead. Adam brought the kingdoms together and became the king of the United States of Auradon. And guess what he did? (Chuckles darkly) the overly shaved bastard pooled together his resources and magic. And engaged in necromancy, bringing back all the villains (passing by a line of said villains) you know the usual suspects, crown head, dragon lady, the psychotic furrier and my father. The mad genie. (He pauses in front of Jafar’s frozen form). Along with many many others who died in their stories. The “heroes”, for want of a better word, brought them all back. Along with the sidekicks and basically anyone who didntbfir in their perfect widdle bubble. To add insult to injury. The barrier they put up around the prison prevented them leaving even though the god of the dead were among the throngs punished. Can’t get out with out the fairy godmothers wand you see. There’s also no WiFi. So the days and nights are positively tedious. So it left them with nothing to do but procreate. How did they think villains would tear their own offspring when they’ve tried to murder innocents on multiple occasions. Needless to say their absolutely shit as parents. So we try to stay away as much as we can. Form gangs. Safety in numbers. It helps when you can turn some creepy old man who’s looking at your friend inside out with a snap of your fingers. You’ll meet more of us soon. But for now (he walks up to Ben’s portrait) you get to see the oh so handsome prince fight on our behalf against his nimrod of a father to give us basic human rights. See you soon

(His body glows completely gold and he disappears in a flash of light. Ben’s portrait is zoomed in on and changes to him rushing down a hallway with Doug)

Ben: oh darn we’re late

Doug: it’s alright. It’s not like they can start the meeting without you. You did call it after all

Ben: good point. Ohhhh if this doesn’t work I swear I’m holing myself up in my room with teenage dirtbag on repeat for a week

Doug: it’ll work

Ben: oh I hope so

(They burst into the meeting room. Several adults turn to look at him. Ben looks like he might pass out)

Ben: heh hhhhhhhhi heh heh

(He falls backwards but Doug catches him)

Doug: sorry about that but it was a long walk

Belle: it’s ok Doug. There was more then enough tea.

Adam: son.

Ben: mom. Pop. Uhhhh

Leah: Benjamin will this take long. I’m sure Audrey is waiting for you

Ben: pardon.

Leah: I’ve set reservations at a What was it Aurora?

Aurora: Burger King mommie. I suggested it.

Leah: why?

Belle (every fibre of her being fighting to not roll her eyes): anyway. Ben. What is it you wanted to talk to us about.

Ben: uh. Heh heh. As you all know I’m going to be king in a few months.

Adam: and we couldn’t be prouder

Leah: Audrey is so looking forward to your coronation then there’s the cotillion and we all know what comes after.

Snow: your majesty’s. Please. Let Ben speak. The poor child looks as though he might faint. Hello Doug dear

Doug: hi aunt Snow.

Snow: carry on Ben dear

Ben (slightly less nervous now): thank you your highness. As I was saying. I’m going to be king in a few months and I needed to decide on my first proclamation. And I’ve finally thought of one-hang on. Where are mr and Mrs Dearly

Beast: who?

Snow: the ones with all the delightful doggies

Leah: mutts. They are mutts. Who need to be shot

Aurora: I’m sorry for her. She’s recently been taken ill and hasn’t been quite the same since

Belle: she broke a leg coming back from a hunting trip. That is no excuse for her god awful behaviour

Leah: whatever do you mean?

Belle: I’d tell you. But then we’d be here forever

(Ben stays standing there unsure of what to do)

Doug: I think it may be time for Ben to say his piece yes?

Belle, Aurora and Snow: yes.

Doug: thank you. Carry on Ben

Adam: why are you here.

Doug: pardon?

Leah: yes Adam. I would like to know as well. Why are you here. Whoever you are

Doug: ah ha ooh boy. I’m Doug. Ben’s future major-domo. I’ve been in his class since pre-K.

(Leah just stares blankly at him)

Doug (long suffering sigh): my father is dopey the dwarf. Diamond miner. Made Audrey’s tennis bracelet

Leah: oh yes. So why are you in a meeting meant for royalty

Ben: IWANTTOBRINGCHILDRENOVERFROMTHEISLANDOFTHELOST

(All adults are silent. The the Dearly’s burst in)

Anita: we are so sorry we’re late. BB-8 got hold of my patent leather pumps and why does it feel like death warmed up

Belle: Ben. I’m. I’m

Leah: appalled. And so is everyone else. You have have something to do with this don’t you dwarf?

Doug (under his breath): that didn’t take long

Adam: this. Really. This is your first proclamation? Of all things

Leah (damn near hysterical): why not just tax the rich!

Aladdin: oh shut up you old bitch. Go on Ben

Ben: thank you. Al

Leah: you will address the sultan by his proper title you little bollocks

Belle: ok that’s it. Get out you psychotic old biddy

(Leah gasps dramatically)

Belle: Lumiere would you please?

Lumiere: of course ma’am

(He physically drags Leah from the room)

Jasmine: I’m assuming that us being here has something to do with what children you are picking

Ben: I

Doug (not willing to let Ben take the blame if it all goes wrong): we

Ben (immensely grateful): we, thank you Doug, looked through records and dossiers and found the first four, of many, we’d like to bring over.

Belle (encouragingly): go on dear

Ben (more firmly): the children of, Jafar, Cruella De Vil, Queen Grimhilde. And Maleficent

(From the hallway Leah lets out a hysterical screech. Belle throws a stress ball at the door to shut her up. The rest remain silent)

Roger: they, they uh. Oh my god.

Adam (trying to regain control of the situation): Dearly calm down. It’s not as bad as you believe

Anita (laughing hollowly): not bad. N. Not bad. How can it not be bad. Cruella De Vil has a child!

Aurora: oh those poor dears

Snow: stepmother has a baby? I’m a sister. No. Wait. They wouldn’t be fathers.

Phillip: how old are they.

Adam: it matters not how old they are

Aladdin, Roger and Phillip: THE HELL IT DOESN’T

Phillip: TWENTY YEARS. I SLAYED THE DRAGON. YOU BROUGHT HER BACK. AND NOW WE FIND OUT SHE HAS A CHILD. Oh my god!

Snow: I feel sick.

Adam: now look what you’ve done Ben.

Aurora: Ben didn’t engage in necromancy and bring people who have hurt us back from the dead, dump them on an island that we can all see from our windows. And leave them to raise children. I for one commend him on wanting to try and do what’s right by those that we have left to squander.

Ben: thank you Aurora

Belle: when do you plan on bringing them over dear?

Ben: about that.

(Aladdin laughs. Well. Cackles is more like it)

Jasmine: today?

Ben: yes. At least. I hope so.

Anita: pardon dear?

Doug: we don’t know what their parents are like. If they are like the sultan and her husband or if they are like

Phillip (looking directly at Adam): I completely understand. It’s just

Aurora: we’re going on vacation to Malta. Right after this meeting in fact. So

Ben: no matter how much you want to meet Maleficent’s child. You can’t.

Aurora: if it helps. Audrey will be here I’m sure she’ll support you in your des... (Belle gives her a withering stare) yeah I know.

Ben: I told her last month, when I came up with the idea in fact

Phillip: and

Ben: she laughed me off. Then made me take her shopping.

Doug: if it helps Lonnie Jane fairy godmother and I are 100% behind him king Phillip

Phillip: it does actually Doug. Thank you

Ben: dad. Just hear me out. Every time I look out there over the water I feel like we abandoned them.

Adam: then close the drapes

Leah (from the hallway): hear hear

Belle: SHUDDIT

Aladdin: I for one love the idea. I look forward to meeting them.

Ben: thank you sir

Belle: when do we expect them

Ben: this afternoon. Hopefully.

Belle: and I’m assuming you’ve had this set up for a while

Doug: fairy godmother had helps us get everything ready.

Belle: that’s good. I suggest we adjourn this meeting so Ben can put the finishing touches on the task.

(Everyone leaves the room. Ben and Doug stay behind with Belle)

Ben: thanks mom

Doug: thank you your majesty

Belle: you’re welcome boys. Remember. My door is always open

(All three leave and go their separate ways. The boys head to Ben’s room where two girls are waiting)

Lonnie: well?

Ben: mom’s on board

Lonnie: and your dad?

Doug: who gives a shit what he thinks?

Lonnie: true.

Ben: thank you. All three of you. I couldn’t have done it without you all

Jane: you didn’t need me.

Ben: I did. Your my friends. I can hardly do anything without you guys

Lonnie: well there are a couple of things you need to do with our us. Exams for instance

Doug: thank god you said exams

Jane: uh oh

Ben: what?

Jane: 3...2...1...

(Another girl throws open the door and walks in like she owns the place)

Doug (aside to Jane): you have to teach me that

Jane: it’s magic. You can’t learn it. I don’t even want it.

Audrey: of course you don’t

#disney descendants #zendaya!mal #jay son of jafar #ben florian #anti leah descendants #belle descendants #anti beast descendants #snow white descendants

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p-artsypants · 6 years ago

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Drabbles and Fanfiction

Every once and a while, I will share this list. You can also find this page on my blog.

Full list of all my works:

Find most, if not more, of these fics on:

fanfiction.net | archive of our own | wattpad

(~AU’s, *Finished, ❤️Author’s Favorites)

Kingdom Hearts

~❤️Rage Awakened ao3 | ff.net- Ten years ago, Terra, Aqua, and Ventus lost their fellow apprentice, Sora, in Deep Jungle. Now, they are to return with two new students, Riku and Kairi, to lock the heart of the world. All the while, something watches from the trees. Feral!Sora AU

My Kingdom for a Heart ao3 | ff.net - The curse of being one of the Princesses of heart, is that there’s always someone out to get you. As Xemnas looked failure in the face, he reached out in a last ditch effort and destroyed Kairi’s heart. Now her friends must travel the worlds again. Sora, to find a way to recover Kairi’s heart, and Riku, to make amends to those he has wronged. All the while, the darkness grows.

Miraculous Ladybug

One Shots

*❤️amalgam- When an young man is rejected for being ‘incompatible’ he turns into the akuma ‘Amalgam’ able to fuse two people together. And later Adrien and Marinette would debate if it was lucky or unlucky that they got hit. (Also Available in russian)

*sing we all noel- After receiving the worst Christmas present ever from his father, Chat Noir finds himself out on the streets with nowhere to go on Christmas Eve. Thankfully, Ladybug finds him and brings him home.

*speechless- In a world where everyone has a soulmark, the first words their soulmate will say to them, Marinette is born without one. But Adrien Agreste has two. Curious, considering he’s mute.

*❤️tunnels of love- The night started out with an accidental kiss from Adrien Agreste, and ended with her bleeding in the Catacombs of Paris. Ladybug, the wielder of the miraculous of good luck. Yeah right. (Some blood)

*the reveal that wasn’t- first parts My ending to kittybug’s Tumblr Prompt

*what a mess we’re in- Ladybug has a lot on her mind, and when Chat Noir bugs her enough, she tells him she’s going to confess to her Crush, Adrien Agreste. Chat’s reaction is not what she’s expecting.

Long Fics

Longest Night- (ff.net | ao3) - The day started out sucky to begin with. Her crush ousted to the class and Adrien. Lila taking pride in exacting her revenge. But by the time patrol was over, a young man was dead, and Ladybug’s identity was at risk. Lila was the least of her concerns. Good thing Adrien was taking it all like a champ. (Rated M for scenes of torture)

*❤️nine lives- (ff.net) When Adrien Agreste is scheduled to go to a Military School in Germany, Chat Noir must make a critical decision. Does he give up his Miraculous? Or does he give up his life as Adrien? I’ll save you the trouble of guessing, he gives up being Adrien.

*tender words- When Marinette finally gets the guts to confess her feelings for Adrien, some things go so wrong, and other things go so right.

How To Train Your Dragon

One Shots

The Vikings Have Their Tea (ff.net | ao3)

arranged marriage- Takes place at the beginning of HTTYD

❤️breathe- Survival of the fittest

~childhood friends- At the Sandbox

❤️easy fix- In which Hiccup has a bad day

~fashion designer- Astrid needs a fill in

❤️frozen- In Which Astrid takes a Dip and things get frisky (Rated M)

❤️headache- In Which Hiccup hits his head….really hard

❤️heir- In Which Hiccup is Picked (longer version by fatecharms)

illness- In Which Stoick is a dad

~illusionist- Trick gone wrong

~in the walls- In which there’s a poop ghost

~knocking on the wrong door (2) - A chance encounter

❤️messages- Astrid is Frustrated with Hiccup’s obliviousness

~to mirkwood- Hiccup is not a dwarf

~monster falls- Hiccup and Astrid take a dip

❤️mute- In which there’s a quiet stranger

~music video (ImgHS)- He didn’t expect it

❤️operation: lovebirds- In Which the gang makes a plan, and Hiccup gets Drunk

~over- Too many nightmares

~partners in crime- A normal day at work

~pirate- Astrid is the greatest treasure

~prince- He doesn’t want to be a broken King

❤️sorting things out- In Which Astrid gets her ducks in a row

~the dragon and the dame- Beauty and the Beast Au

the pit- In Which Hiccup is rescued

hide and seek- Part 1

lost and found- Part 2

Long fics:

*❤️infernal responsibility- Being the son of the chief takes brains, courage, and a lot of patience. But at his father’s the request for marriage, Hiccup decides he has had enough. When he seeks out a life of ease, he runs into more than what he bargained for.

*❤️roses and lilies- “Astrid, you and I both know you’re much tougher than I am. You’re more brave, and a better fighter…but just for a little while…could we pretend that I’m the one protecting you?” “Oh gods yes!” (Also Available in spanish!)

*~what the water gave me- The sea is a wild and dangerous thing, something that cannot be foretold or predicted. Hiccup discovered this many years ago, in human naiveté. Yet, what was meant as a sacrifice became a new life, one like no one could comprehend. He now finds himself once more in the unknowing hands of those that sentenced him to death. He only prays things will be different this time. Merman!AU

*parasite- Soulsnatcher Dragons are rare but deadly. But, As Hiccup finds out, it’s the eggs you have to watch out for.

*~320 state street- Gobber’s Goods. A Hardware Store that was rumored to have everything you needed. She thought she only needed a job. Turns out, she needed a lot more than that. (A Modern AU no one asked for)

*~❤️the north tower- When Finn Hofferson died, Astrid inherited his castle in Wales…and a whole lot more. Something sinister lurks in the North Tower.

*~❤️boy toy- ao3 - At the age of 21, Princess Astrid lawfully has to pick a husband. But when the perfect groom is nowhere to be found, she requests the toymaker to create one for her. It’s safe to say that everyone in the kingdom is a little concerned. (Pinocchio!AU I guess?)

no, you go first- ao3 - The Chief of Berk was a headstrong viking, stubborn and full of pride, and willing to do whatever it takes to keep his village safe. But for a moment, he puts that aside, and listens to his son. In which Hiccup convinces his dad not to make him go through Dragon Training, and the subsequent changes that follow.

*in due time- ao3 - As another illness sweeps through Berk, Gothi needs another ingredient for her medicine…one that doesn’t exist anymore. Fortunately, she kept that old spell book around for such an occasion. Big Hiccup is sent to five years into the past, and his younger self sent to take his place in the future. But it’s only a few days, what could go wrong?

Trollhunters: Tales from Arcadia

❤️arcadia or bust- In Which Arcadia welcomes back it’s underground citizens.

Teen Titans

Oneshots:

~big brother- Don’t turn out the light (Horror)

dear jason- Bruce Writes a letter

just drawing- Bruce thinks about Robin

the prisoner- Starfire is Guilty

of mustard and three foot purple tongues- A collection of Oneshots and Drabbles

Long Fics (*Finished):

*~❤️carol of the bells- High in the dark Bell Tower of Notre Dame, there lives a mysterious bell ringer. Legend tells of the angel who fell from the sky, and the curse she bares. There are few who know her true identity though; her master, the priest, and the acrobat that performs on the streets below. Based loosely on ‘The Hunchback of Notre Dame’ RobxStar and slight BBxRae

*no escape- Three years ago, Starfire escaped an Alien race called the Gordanians, to arrive on Earth. They’re back, and ready to put Starfire back where she belongs, behind reinforced Titanium bars. Robin’s not about to let her go…if only he hadn’t got captured first. How does it feel to be the alien, Robin?

*now you know my pain- When the new Villain, Gender Bender, comes to down, the Titans find themselves in an odd situation. They’ve been turned into the opposite gender against their will! Now in order to change back, they must learn to understand the gender they’ve turned into. Rated T for obvious reasons. A great read if you’ve ever wondered why girls or guys do [blank].

*paint it black- Robin disappeared three months ago. Now, Jump City’s crime rate is mysteriously being taken care of by a normal, albeit strange, teenage boy who goes by the name Black. As the Titans befriend this lunatic, they begin to see a relation between him and their missing leader. Will they be able to find Robin, or will Black turn them all insane as himself? Actually, contains NO OC.

*saving grace- “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk upright or speak coherent sentences and all you’ll see is my mask and my voice repeating in your head…Weak. Richard Grayson, I am not tough, I am everything that you fear.” Happy Ending! Smudge of RobStar. NO Slash!

Other Fandoms

Final Fantasy XV

❤️requiem for pitioss-“O King. The god’s have heard your cries. Know that we weep with you. The Oracle’s calling has not yet been fulfilled. But…Lunafreya as you know her cannot return the way she was.” Noctis looked up, hopeful. “But she can return!” Canon divergence from Chapter 9. Happy ending. Some spoilers.

Beauty and the Beast

*❤️behold the beast- A Oneshot alternate ending to the Animated Film

Cinderella

*❤️midnight- “When the clock strikes twelve, the spell will be broken,” the fairy godmother had warned. A retelling of the story, when Cinderella doesn’t escape the ball in time. Oneshot

*so this is love- What if Jaq and Gus hadn’t made it in time to help Cinderella? A new twist on the ending of the classic Fairytale, and what lies beyond the story. She still gets her happy ending and her Prince, and her step family gets their just deserts.

Sleeping Beauty

*❤️a love song back to me- Maleficent saw the loophole that stared her in the face. Prince Phillip would break the curse in time, for sure. After all, he was betrothed to Aurora. So in an effort for her evil plan to stay in action, Maleficent takes care of the young prince herself. Phillip never imagined having to live off the land like the birds above. Alternate twist on the classic Disney tale.

Escaflowne

down feathers- Hitomi’s depressed. She’s been away from Van too long, he comes back to visit her…but what if something went wrong with the transfer? (Not finished. Never will be finished. Mwahaha) Circa 2012

*angel’s wounds- Fanelia’s been victorious in their most recent battle with Basrum. Unfortunately, someone is wounded and just seeks solace in his love that lives so far away. Post Anime.

momma look sharp- With the war between Fanelia and Basrum finally coming to a close, the kingdom is celebrating. The young king, however, is suffering from an experience unlike any he had before. Van finally seeks solace in his wife.

#fanfiction #miraculous ladybug #ml #miraculousladybug #kingdom hearts #Disney #escaflowne #trollhunters #sleeping beauty #cinderella #beauty and the beast #Teen Titans #final fantasy xv #httyd3 #httyd #how to train your dragon

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littlemarvelfics · 6 years ago

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Come Back... Chapter One

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Word Count: about 1,000

Warnings: none

A/N: Ahh! Chapter one! I’m real nervous about keeping up with this and figuring out where to take it. Our boy Bucky is coming soon I promise! Please please please let me know what you think! This GIF was all I could think of. Send me an ask for a tag! You can find the series master list here and my main masterlist here.

Previous Chapter

The next few hours seemed to go by impossibly slowly. You had finished your writing assignment and you had spent some time looking at old pictures. Pictures of you, Steve and Bucky as kids and through your teenage years. The three of you had been practically inseparable. Until Bucky decided to leave. Shaking your head to dispel the unpleasant memory, you slammed the photo album shut and put it away. You heard keys in the door and tilted your head in the direction of the door when it opened. Your boyfriend, Josh, wandered into the living room where you were curled on the couch.

“Hey, did you get dinner started at all?”

“Well hello boyfriend, I’m great thanks for asking,” you replied sarcastically.

He just raised his eyebrows in response.

“No, I didn’t. I got distracted,” you sighed.

“Oh,” he responded, clearly annoyed. “Well, I’m gonna get some stuff for work done. Call me when it’s ready?”

“Yeah, sure,” you said distractedly. And then you remembered your phone conversation with Steve earlier.

“Wait! Josh!” you said leaping off the couch after him.

He stopped and just hummed in acknowledgment.

“So, I got this invitation to a wedding in my hometown. I thought it might be nice if I went. I was hoping you would want to come with me?” you asked hopefully.

“I mean… why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? So we could spend time together? So you could see where I grew up? So you could meet some of my old friends?”

“We spend time together already. I’ve already been to your hometown and you don’t talk to those people anymore so meeting them shouldn’t really matter.”

“I don’t even know where to start with all this,” you sighed. “We don’t spend time together because you’re always working or out with the guys. Which is fine or whatever. You haven’t been to my hometown, you’ve been to my parent’s house. They moved when I graduated high school. And these people are the reason I am who I am, so I would say they’re pretty important.”

“God, you don’t let anything go do you?!” Josh yelled, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Why are you getting mad at me right now? What could I have possibly said?” you said, desperately trying to keep your cool.

“Your dig about going out with the guys!”

“I barely even said anything! Can we please just go one week without another fight?!”

“Apparently not! I didn’t know I decided to move in with a psycho bitch!”

That stopped you dead in your tracks. You could feel any resolve you had breaking.

“Okay. That’s fine. Just fine and dandy,” you said tears threatening to spill.

Josh gave you a heavy sigh.

“I’m gonna go work.”

You didn’t say anything as he walked away. You took a deep breath. You never knew what to say when he started in on things like that. Maybe you were acting a little crazy. He was just telling you that he didn’t want to go to a wedding that you didn’t even want to go to either until Steve called you earlier in the day. Regardless of what he said, you needed to eat so you started on some pasta. About 15 minutes later you were standing at the stove, stirring the sauce when you felt two arms circle around you and a kiss on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry baby,” he whispered into your hair. “I’ve just been so stressed at work. I shouldn’t be taking it out on you.”

You sighed deeply.

“I know. I shouldn’t have brought it up. It’s fine,” you said in a tone clearly indicating it was anything but fine.

Josh either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“We can go to the wedding. Maybe it will be nice to get away for a little bit.”

You smiled and turned around in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Really? You’ll probably have to take some time off work. Steve texted me that he wants me to meet Peggy and reconnect with everyone. Plus, then I could give you the grand tour.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll figure it out,” he said, giving you a tight-lipped smile.

“Okay! I’ll book plane tickets tonight!” you replied, giving him a quick kiss before turning back to the stove to finish up dinner.

After eating dinner and cleaning up after, Josh headed out to meet some friends at the bar. You snuggled yourself up with your phone and a good book. You typed out a simple text to Steve.

Y/N: Hey Stevie. Count me and a plus one in for your wedding.

Steve: Yes! Wait plus one? Who?

Y/N: You said I could bring a plus one right? It’s my boyfriend Josh Phillips.

Steve: Yeah of course you can! I just didn’t realize you were dating. Who is he?

You paused before typing a simple reply.

Y/N: He is Josh and he’s my boyfriend.

Steve: Do I get anymore info?

Y/N: I dunno. He’s our age. Works for his dad’s company. We’ve been together about a year.

Steve: Gotcha, sounds boring which is not like you at all.

Y/N: Steve! Hush. He’s… stable.

Steve: Sure. A load of fun. The wedding’s on a Saturday. What day are you coming out?

Steve: Also where are you gonna stay? With me please?

Y/N: I dunno. I was looking at plane tickets. Maybe Wednesday afternoon? Leaving Sunday night? And you want me to stay with you? The week of your wedding? Because I’m saying a big old hell no to that. Does Clint’s family still run that inn? Maybe I could get a room there?

Steve: Clint actually runs it himself now. But yeah, that’s where we’re getting married. I’ll text him and see what’s what. Hold on for one sec.

You put down your phone and thought about how easy already was to fall back into a casual routine with Steve. You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. You missed all of them. Even Bucky. You might be mad at him but he was still the first boy you ever loved. Feelings like that don’t just disappear. No matter how badly you wanted them to. Your phone buzzed again.

Steve: Alright m’lady. You’ve got a room Wednesday through Sunday. At least let me pick you up from the airport?

Y/N: Awesome! And that I will allow. Thanks Stevie!”

Steve: Anytime buddy. G’night.

Y/N: Night! :)

You shot a quick text to Josh letting him know the plan. You waited 30 minutes with no reply. Not that he ever answered your texts when he was out with the guys. So without his answer, you booked the plane tickets and hoped for the best.

Next Chapter

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welllpthisishappening · 6 years ago

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Hi! So, I have a promt for u, but first a little backstory: I’m from Spain, and I remember when I worked at my parents shop and there were this bracelets everybody was CRAZY about one summer, as in every day ten people would come in asking for them, because Sara Carbonero -sports reporter and Iker Casillas, goalie for the football national team, gf - wore them. It was after Spain son the word cup in 2010. Look into them, there was a very cute kiss. So, prompt: Emma starts a trend with her laces?

Hey, hi, hello there! This has been sitting in my inbox for a millennia and I am so, so sorry for that. I am also so, so sorry because this is not exactly the prompt you asked for. There are laces involved and some dad!Killian feels and, like, New Year’s Eve somehow? It’s a mess of fluff, honestly.

Anyway, 2018 has been some kind of something for just about everyone and I can’t say I’m not excited to see it go. I’ve spent a lot of time stress-writing fic, particularly, hockey fic and I know that there are other hockey stories out there and other Rangers stories out there, but it genuinely warms the cockles of my entire soul that you guys continue to have thoughts and feelings about these Rangers and this ridiculous hockey team. This is (clearly) my favorite ‘verse to write in and it’s kind of my spot to write when everything else is nonsense.

It is a joy to write these stories and a thrill that anyone wants to read them. I wish you guys nothing but the absolute best in 2019 and maybe the Rangers can keep winning in regulation.

“Hit him, hit him, hit him.”

Killian leaned back, resting his head against the door as it closed behind him and the voice on the other side of the apartment was barely audible. It was, however, fairly determined.

Or as determined as a voice could be when, presumably, watching a replay of the game he’d finished playing in a few hours before.

“C’mon, hit him,” Emma hissed, and he liked to imagine that there was some hand flailing going on as well. Of course, he’d be able to confirm that if he moved, but every single inch of him was sore and tired and he had, in fact, played a hockey game a few hours before. “Oh my God,” Emma continued, a thump that might have been most of her body weight dropping back onto the couch. She’d been pacing.

Killian moved.

The floor creaked underneath him, toeing out of his shoes and kicking his equipment bag further into the corner. He didn’t take his jacket off.

And Emma was slumped in the middle of the couch, hair splayed out behind her and a distinct lack of pants on.

He felt his eyes bug.

She didn’t stop watching the game.

“Why do you not know how to get the puck out of the zone?”

Killian tilted his head. “Me specifically?”

“You in the general sense of the entire New York Rangers franchise,” she amended. “But mostly Phillip. Especially Phillip—God, get it out.”

“They don’t score here, you know.”

“Hey, c’mon, don’t spoil it.”

He scoffed, loosening the tie around his neck and glancing at the rather impressive arrangement of only recently-built baby furniture in the corner of the room. “Sleeping,” Emma mumbled, answering a question he hadn’t asked. “Only just. Which is why I don’t want you to spoil the game for me. We didn’t see, well, much of any of it, honestly.”

“Wasn’t interested in watching in real time, huh?”

Emma made a noise – not quite dismissive, but slightly exhausted and it may have had more to do with the Rangers inability to clear the puck in the opening minutes of the first period than the sleeping habits of Margaret. Who, it seemed, in her first few days of existence was bound and determined to drive both of her parents crazy.

And, maybe, terrify them just a bit. That may have just been Killian. Because he’d been the one who’d spent most of the night pacing in a hospital hallway and they’d only just gotten back from D.C. and he wasn’t sure he’d taken a deep breath the entire time, several medical terms bouncing between his ears and around his heart and—

“Shoot!”

His eyes flickered back towards the screen, the puck on his stick and he didn’t shoot. Emma mumbled several rather impressive curses under her breath.

“Where did you expect me to shoot there?” Killian asked, and Emma rolled her eyes. And shrugged. And made that noise again.

“I really have no idea,” she admitted, nodding towards the few inches of space to her left. And it only took a moment for the metaphorical light bulb to go off over her head, a few blinks and a quirk of her lips that never failed to make his heart sputter just a bit against his rib cage and it was fine.

She was fine.

Margaret was fine.

They were fine.

It was New Year’s Eve. He wasn’t sure how that factored into it, but he was certain it had to mean something good.

They’d won the game.

Killian didn’t say that. Spoilers or something.

“You don’t have to watch this, love,” Killian said, another laugh when Emma mumbled something that sounded distinctly like take your coat off, God under her breath. He nudged her up slightly with his shoulder, shifting until he was almost comfortable and he wasn’t really surprised when she curled against his side, head on his thigh and arm draped across him.

He let his fingers move through her hair. She sighed.

“I want to. I’m just—when’s the last time I showered?”

It would have been absolutely impossible to kiss her – a ridiculous twist of his body that would have infuriated Ariel when it inevitably did something drastic to his back, but Killian made an effort and Emma burrowed further against him, a solid weight of warmth and certainty and fine that he kept reminding himself of.

Even when he was on the ice.

Maybe that’s why he hadn’t taken the shot.

“You can do that now, Swan,” Killian muttered, fingers still moving as his gaze darted from the game to the somehow-still sleeping infant on the other side of the room. “I promise I’ll be able to tell you what happened in the game.”

She laughed softly, the sound pressed into his pants and, like, his entire soul. He knew he couldn’t actually feel her smile, but it was comforting to imagine, particularly when Emma tugged her legs up under her, a bundle of limbs and that distinct lack of pants.

“How’d you get out of post?”

“Where are your pants?”

“I promise, your story is way more interesting,” Emma said, and he could hear the smile. “Seriously though, did Phillip just—forget how to pass?”

“Arthur broke a whiteboard on that one.”

“Maybe you’re too fast, honestly.”

“I think that’s a compliment,” Killian pointed out. “Don’t put pants on, ok?”

Her answering laugh had a distinct air of exhaustion to it, but there was a hint of something that may have been happiness and two kids and he did eventually take a shot that went into the back of the net. He kind of wanted to watch Emma watch that.

What a weirdo.

Margaret made a noise in the crib – both Killian and Emma’s head snapping towards the sound. He dug his teeth into his lip, barely daring to blink, let alone breathe and—

“Nothing,” Emma mumbled after five seconds that felt like five impossibly long lifetimes. “You going to answer the question though?”

“About Phillip’s inability to pass in the neutral zone?”

“And the board work. God, tell Arthur to practice that tomorrow. There are drills for that, right?”

Killian nodded. “Several thousand, I’d imagine. Was that honestly the question?”

“How’d you get out of post?”

“I did not totally get out of post,” he said, clicking his tongue when Scarlet was whistled for slashing. “They score here.”

Emma groaned. “Oh my God. What did we say about spoilers?”

“I’m really not sure you’re going to make it to the end of the game, Swan.”

“You doing are an absolutely horrible job of deflecting this conversation, you know. I’m going to tell Rubes.”

“I think she’s a little preoccupied with some other things.”

Emma lifted her head, an awkward twist to her neck that Killian would have mentioned if he wasn’t admittedly distracted by the pull of her eyebrows and whatever she was doing with her mouth. Twisting it or something. It was probably because of the pants thing, honestly. And the baby. He was a mess of human emotions and feelings and come-from-behind victories.

And blowing off post.

Kind of.

“Did Ruby sneak you out of post?”

“There was no sneaking involved,” Killian promised, groaning softly when Emma swung her legs over his. She kissed his cheek. “Ask Lucas. We just walked out.”

“Sticking it to the system and the NHL’s player policy, huh? Did you see Mattie?”

“That was part of the reason for leaving.”

“Ah, you can’t say stuff like that, I’m definitely still all hormonal.”

“I mean if you’re going to swoon over my paternal tendencies, I’m not going to stop you.”

“Did he go in the locker room?”

“Nearly ran me over to get in there,” Killian grinned, and it was easier to press a kiss to her temple now. “Told me I played really fast—“

“—I told you!”

Killian hummed. “Wait until the second period,” he murmured against Emma’s hair, laughing slightly when she swore again. “Anyway, he ran me over, nearly broke several sticks, charmed the whole place and presumably left with Locksley, according to the plan.”

“Presumably.”

“I’d imagine it took some time to get out of there. He had several thoughts about Phillip as well. Although yours are a little more coarse, love.”

“Yeah, well, if the three-year-old starts swearing in Norwegian, we might have bigger problems on our hands than whatever fine you’re going to get.”

“I’m not going to get fined.”

“No?”

Killian shook his head. “Lucas was certain it’d work. Plus, I didn’t even score the game-winner.”

“The spoilers,” Emma growled, swatting at his chest and scrunching her nose when he wrapped his fingers around her wrist. She exhaled when he kissed her knuckles, quick presses of his lips across the back of her hand and towards her wrist and that was part of the reason too.

Her very bare wrist.

“It’s almost the second period,” Killian reasoned, nodding back towards the TV.

“There are ten minutes left in the first.”

He groaned when Emma dug the hell of her hand into his stomach again, snapping up as soon as the announcer’s voices picked up and it was ridiculous. The whole goddamn thing – because there was a three-year-old with incredibly pointed hockey opinions and a baby that he’d been calling Peggy when they were by themselves and he’d been so goddamn nervous, terrified, a pacing, frustrated mess who’d only sat down because Regina had told him, somewhere in the realm of four in the morning, that he was going to do permanent damage to both of your hamstrings. But there had been so many machines and everything kept beeping and—

“Hey,” Emma muttered, tugging lightly on the tie he’d forgotten he was still wearing. “What just happened?”

“What?”

“You got all distant. Were you also thinking about how shitty Phillip is playing in this game.”

“No.”

“Oh, that was a much quicker objection than I was expecting,” Emma said, one side of her mouth tilting up into something that was almost a smile. It probably would have been if the bags under her eyes weren’t quite so obvious and there wasn’t still a slight tinge to her skin, not quite grey, but not quite flushed and Killian pressed his lips to her forehead before he considered all the reasons he didn’t have to.

“I really love that you think that,” Killian mumbled. He didn’t move his head. He was totally going to keep calling the baby Peggy.

“Think what? Are you speaking in tongues? Because I really can’t remember when I showered last and the pants thing was this whole disaster, so it’s not—“

“You really don’t have to put pants back on.”

It was a real smile that time. “Noted. What do you love? And seriously why did you walk out of post?”

“You.”

He hadn’t meant for it to sound quite like a promise or a pledge or several thousand statements on the record that would spark several more thousand internet clicks, but that’s what it was and what it always had been and Emma’s tongue darted between her lips.

“Always,” Killian added softly, brushing his thumb over the curve of her jaw. “And on both fronts. I, well—it’s a little late, but…”

It wasn’t easy to shift both of them – exhaustion and post-game bumps and bruises, but Emma moved as soon as she realized what was going on, a hint of curiosity in the pinch between her eyebrows. “We were kind of busy around Christmas,” he added, tugging the laces out of his pocket and Emma might have gasped.

Her hand flew to her mouth, so it was kind of hard to tell.

“No way,” Emma mumbled into her palm, and Killian had to blink so he didn’t feel as if every single human emotion he was currently feeling overwhelmed him entirely. “Oh that is so…stupid.”

Killian’s whole body moved when he laughed, loud enough that his eyes darted towards the crib again. Nothing. “Stupid?” he echoed, Emma nodding before he’d even finished the word.

“So stupid. It’s—I can’t believe…no, that’s totally a lie. I knew you were going to do it, as soon as Mattie broke the last ones.”

“That’s kind of disappointing, honestly. I don’t want my game to be so one-dimensional.”

“Far too confident in your own humor.”

“That was funny, Swan, admit it,” Killian said, nosing at her cheek until he felt the end of her lips tick up. “And I didn’t really think about it after Mattie broke ‘em.”

“No?”

“No.”

It had been an accident – a few months before and a very enthusiastic kid who was very excited at the prospect of camp and trying to get on the ice and Emma had lunged, doing her best to keep him off that very same ice when there was an actual practice going on and the second pair of laces snapped in rather dramatic fashion in Tarrytown.

She’d promised there was some kind of relationship irony to that.

But then there’d been a season and Emma had been pregnant and there’d been games and skates and the thought of replacing laces hadn’t even occurred to Killian until he was pacing out a small semicircle in a hospital room, a dozing infant in his arms and mumbled words falling out of his lips and he stopped as soon as he saw the distinct lack of anything on his wife’s left wrist.

So a plan was formed.

Kind of.

There were still games, after all. And a baby.

“I wanted to have it for Christmas,” Killian said, voice dropping of its own accord and the first period was over. “But that got—“

The words caught in his throat, lips suddenly dry and eyes far too wide to be healthy. Emma shifted, twisting until she had either one of her legs on the side of his hips and he refused to be held accountable for whatever sound he made as soon as her fingers moved through his hair.

He closed his eyes.

“You know you keep calling her Peggy when you think I can’t hear you.”

He smiled. “Are you stalking me, Swan?”

“Only because I’m super attracted to your paternal tendencies. It’s almost getting ridiculous.”

“Seriously, do not put pants on for the rest of the night.”

“I don’t think any of them are clean, so…”

Killian laughed, some of the inexplicable tension that had been lingering between his shoulder blades for the last ten days dissipating. He ducked his head, catching Emma’s lips with his own and it wasn’t anything more than a bit cautious and a little hopeful, but it felt like coming home and scoring the game winner and settling back into a skating rhythm that could maybe make some kind of playoff run this season.

“I really like Peggy,” Emma whispered against his mouth. “Did Rubes help you steal laces too?”

“Nah, that was all Banana.”

“Naturally. Are they from—“

“Yeah,” Killian nodded when she trailed off, and the tears on her cheeks were somehow almost, kind of, sort of nice. “It was a very impressive goal. Lots of speed up the side of the ice and a ridiculous angle.”

“You sound very confident, Cap.”

“Got me a star.”

Emma beamed. “Yeah?”

“Second, but you know it wasn’t the game-winner, so…”

“I don’t care. I—“ She took a deep breath, tongue flashing between her lips again and shoulders shifting slightly and he wasn’t really surprised by the kiss that time either. Or the way her hand cupped the side of his face, like she was trying to memorize him or keep him and he would have willingly sat there in the corner of the couch for the rest of his goddamn life.

Fines be damned.

“I love you,” Emma said, no trace of anything except honest and a slightly distracting lack of pants. She twisted again, moving her arm in between them and flipping her hand over. “And I know—well, it was kind of terrifying there for a second, huh?”

“A little.”

“A lot. I…I know if I try and apologize you’re going to tell me—“

“—You don’t have anything to apologize for, Swan.”

“See, this is the interrupting I was prefacing,” she grumbled, another quick kiss that left his stomach slightly knotted. “But, well, it was…God, I’m so tired, I can’t come up with another word except terrifying. I just—I knew, I hoped it would be fine and I was fairly confident in modern medicine, but I started thinking about not being here for you and the kids and—“

Emma sighed again, more tears and lips pressed together tightly. “I love you,” she shrugged, as if that weren’t the single most important sentence the world. “And that angle is ridiculous. It’s…I don’t even understand how it works.”

“I’m a very talented hockey player.”

“And a really, really good dad.”

“I hope.”

“I know,” Emma promised, wiggling her fingers. “Plus, it’s stupid attractive when you score.”

“That so?”

“Like every single time. It’s good Peggy’s asleep, I don’t want to scar her for life this early.”

“She’ll get used to it.”

Killian didn’t mention that Emma used the nickname either, but the glint in her eye made it almost too obvious she knew. “That’s definitely the right approach,” she laughed. “You going to give me my laces or, like, what’s your plan here?”

He slid the laces on her wrist.

And Emma did, actually, see the goal, mumbling ridiculously fast against him as soon as he crossed the blue line, but it only took a few more moments for her eyelashes to flutter and her breathing to even out and Killian tried not to wake her when Peggy fussed midway through the third period – a few minutes before midnight.

“Hey little love,” he whispered, pulling her out of the crib and rocking back and forth, a quiet rhythm that felt a little bit like being back in skates. “You missed the goal, you know. That’s ok. We’ll get some more later this week.”

She didn’t answer, just squirmed against him and twisted towards the TV and that was hardly playing fair.

“Yeah,” Killian continued. “Tie game. It’s gets very dramatic at the end.”

More squirming. And blinking. And a rather impressive attempt to yank on his shirt.

“C’mon, let’s at least be comfortable when Phillip makes up for all those turnovers from before.”

And Killian barely noticed the clock ticking past midnight, far too preoccupied with the baby in his arms and the feeling in his chest and Peggy did, eventually, stop squirming – enough for a few more moments of sleep that ensured neither one of them saw the game-winner.

They watched it in the morning, Emma’s hair still damp from the shower and the laces on her wrist sticking to her skin.

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan ff #captain swan fic #blue line one shots #i don't know guys here's some new years eve emotions or something #florepy #laura rambles

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aj-artjunkyard · 6 years ago

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Trials Of Apollo Oneshot Series CHAPTER THREE

It had been a hectic few weeks, so naturally, I figured I’d earned some alone time. I lay facing the twinkling stars on the roof of our borrowed (see: stolen) Ford Transit van, in the middle of nowhere, plucking at the strings of my combat ukulele. I closed my eyes and played a tune I had written for my mother many millennia ago…

572 BC

“Phoebus Apollon!” My mother laughed as she slapped my arm playfully. “You cannot insult the Queen of the gods like that!”

“Ah, but you know she deserves it.” I said, bumping my shoulder into hers. We sat on the highest cliff on Delos, watching the sunset. The golden light made mother’s bronze skin glow, and her silky, caramel hair whipped around her face, sometimes obscuring her kind eyes. I gazed at her in awe, having no doubt why my father had fallen in love with her. Or why queen cow-face was so jealous. I myself appeared as a twenty-one year old, with my usual shoulder length blonde hair and golden toga. My head sat just a few inches above my mother’s.

“How is your new job?” Leto stirred my out of my reverie.

“Hmm?”

She smiled again, showing her dazzling white teeth. “The sun chariot, yiós.”

“Oh. It’s good. The sun horses moulded their personalities to suit mine after the first day. Most of the palace did actually. I named the horses too. And I don’t use the whip like Helios did. I think they’re grateful for that. The whip, I mean, or lack thereof. Though I do hope they like the names I gave them. They’re all sun related; Blaze, Flame, Dawn and Fire, though I may change that last one as it seems quite unoriginal-” I glanced over at my mother, only to see her smile had melted. She looked out at the sea, her head slightly bowed. Tears threatened to fall from her soft blue eyes.

Realising my mistake, I quickly took her hands in my own. “I’m sorry. I should have been more sensitive. I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut sometimes, huh?” I tried for a smile, and manage to coax a sad one from my mother.

Leto could have rivalled even Hestia’s serenity and kindness. Of course she had taken the disappearance of her two cousins, Helios and Selene, to heart. They had both been such good souls, neither deserving of extinction. But such is the life of an immortal. Someday we would all fade from human memory. I fear that day.

Leto wiped a tear from her cheek. “I am glad you are not using the whip, child. I expect nothing less from such a kind-hearted young man.” She knew of my hatred of slavery. She knew everything about me, more than any mortal lover could ever comprehend. I did not have to pretend to be unrelentingly optimistic when I was around her.

“And what of the names?” I asked. Leto giggled, her dimples deepening.

“Very catchy.” she said, resting her head on my shoulder. “What about your other domains? Have you written any new songs lately?” In response, I willed my lyre to materialise in my hands. Leto cuddled closer to me as I strummed my latest tune, and closed her eyes when I sang softly along to the calming melody.

Leaning my head down on my mother’s, we watched the last traces of the sun melt beyond the horizon. It was a glorious sunset, if I do say so myself. Of course, it was all for the best mother in the world.

Present

As the final note dissipated, a jarring clang rang out from my right. Startled, I sat bolt upright and huffed at the source of the noise.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep, Meg?”

“You’re not sleeping either, dummy.” My demigod master clumsily climbed the rest of the way onto the roof of the van, and plonked herself down beside me. We sat in silence for a while. That was alright with me. I figured this was as close to ‘alone time’ as I would ever get as a mortal. “The song you played,” Meg said suddenly, “who was it for?” I said nothing. I looked up at the stars again. They hadn’t changed. Maybe a few new ones, but mostly, they were the same. I tried to say something, just to make meg’s painful question go away. I opened my mouth and felt a sob swell up in my throat. I closed it again. After a while, Meg’s stare became too much.

“My mother,” I conceded. Meg nodded, as if this answer was worth an hour’s explanation. A few more minutes silence followed.

“Were you close?” I thought it strange that my master of few words and more kicks would be asking two questions in a row. Was she trying to comfort me in her own Meggy way, perhaps? I studied her expression. As always, she was hard to read. The tilt in her eyebrows gave a concerned look, though the rest of her face was unchanged from her usual closed-off/blank character. Part of me wanted her to back off. My past was my business. But I reminded myself that she had only had a proper parental figure for a few years. Then he was gone. I was lucky. One of my parents had always loved me and stuck by me, and I took her for granted. I feared I may never see her again. It was my duty to spread the warmth she had given me to a young girl who had never had the comfort of a parent for long.

“Yes. Though I doubt I was as attentive a son as she was a mother. I was always ‘too busy’. But when I did see her, she was always forgiving of my stupid excuses.” I gestured vaguely at the dark sky in front of us. “We did things like this. Sit up in the highest, quietest place we could find, and watch the sun set. Sometimes, she would ask me to sing for her. I’d teach her my best songs, and we’d sing them together. I wrote a lot of songs that were only for my mother and I on those peaceful evenings. We’d dance too. Her waltz is only rivalled by my friend Terpsichore, the muse of dance. Even she has complemented my mother’s gracefulness.” I sighed. Meg stared at a star, squinting her eyes in and out of focus.

“We did that too,” she said.

“What,” I said. “Dance?”

“No, dummy.” Meg punched me in the arm. I bit back a retort, knowing she may be about to share something sensitive. Unless she decided I was too stupid to understand and said nothing more. I waited for her to elaborate, but I admit I wasn’t expecting anything. To my surprise, she continued.

“We watched the sun set. Then we stayed for the stars. My dad used to name all the constellations.” She picked at a callus on her hand, a seemingly frequent habit of hers. “He was smart like that.”

I nodded. “Where you had a father, I had a mother. At least that’s one thing we have in common. Though I feel you and Demeter would get along like a… well, you’d agree on most things.” I looked away and blew out my cheeks. I had almost said they’d ‘get along like a house on fire’. I am doubtless our little session would be abruptly cut off if I reminded my young master of the house-fire that drove her and Phillip McCaffrey out of Aeithales.

“Would we agree on how dumb you are?”

I shot her a glare, but for some reason the sheer bluntness of her question amused me more than usual. “I suppose you would,” I snickered.

Meg leaned back on her palms. Her rhinestones glittered in the starlight, illuminating her moss green eyes. “She missed out.”

“What do you mean?”

Meg shrugged. “Aeithales. Dad. She missed out.”

I wanted to explain that even if Demeter wanted to visit, she couldn’t have. Zeus’s laws forbade it, as we would get distracted from our godly duties. But as I looked up at my sister’s peaceful chariot, I thought about the sun, and how it would continue to soar across the sky even if there were no one driving it. It would take the form of a barque or a star. It made me wonder if Zeus’s excuse was even close to an acceptable one. Definitely not something I would be able to stomach telling my children to excuse my absence anymore, anyways.

“You tried to kill your dad once,” Meg noted.

“Not exactly, but I know when you’re referring to,” I said, confused. I failed to connect what an unsuccessful revolution thousands of years ago had to do with our present talk about good and bad parents.

“It didn’t work.”

I sighed. “I am aware.”

Meg looked me right in the eyes, giving me the unsettling feeling that overtook me when she issued me an order, but somehow without uttering a word. She appeared to study me like a patient on an operating table - proof that she was a far more complex being than she seemed. I fidgeted a bit. Her gaze became heavy, and I found my eyes were flicking around for a safe place to land. I forced myself to stop and look her in the eyes, though it took some convincing. I wasn’t sure if I’d overstepped my mark and made her angry, and believe me, an angry Meg is not someone you want to sit next to in the middle of the night with no witnesses around to call her out. Not that Meg cared that much about witnesses, mind you. Thankfully, instead of kicking me, Meg began to speak.

“If it had worked,” she said quietly, “Would it have been worth it?”

I admit, I was more taken aback by that question than I should have been. Of course she would compare my daddy issues with her own. Although I would never admit it out loud, I had privately compared Zeus to Nero on multiple occasions. Sometimes I would try to put myself in her shoes to predict what her reaction might be before I said anything. The other times I would forget, and end up with an elbow in my ribs.

I sighed. “I will never know, Meg. But I do know that Nero needs to be stopped, and we’re the only ones who can do it. We don’t exactly have the choice to flee.” Meg’s shoulders slumped. That was not the answer she’d been looking for.

“I wasn’t taking about Nero,” she muttered.

“Of course not. But if it makes you feel any better-”

“It won’t.”

“-I don’t along with my father either.”

Meg rolled her eyes. “Duh,” she mocked, lifting my shirt and gesturing at my pathetic mortal flab. I promptly snatched my shirt back from her grip and glared daggers at her. She only snickered, which I found quite annoying.

“I meant that I never got along with him. One time he forgot my name and called me Aspirin.”

Meg smirked. “I bet you’re still bitter.”

“I am!” I cried, throwing my hands up for dramatic effect. “It's not even close!”

“Kinda is.”

“And to make matters even worse, we were at lunch! All the Olympians were there,” I huffed. “Hermes wouldn’t shut up about it for years.”

Meg snorted. “There’s gotta be one time you agreed on something.”

1335 CE

“Apollo!” A low voice thundered around the white walls of my palace in Delphi. I jumped, dropping the tub of oil paint I was using to decorate the whitewash. It showed my newest prophetic vision: an era of renaissance was ahead. I shook my hands (which then became clean), tucked the loose strands of my long, blond hair back into it’s man bun, and turned to see my father, Zeus, standing menacingly behind me. His were fists locked at his sides, and his electric blue eyes sparked. I tried my best not to shake. My father did not mess around when he was angry. I gave him a nervous smile.

“Father,” I greeted. “Is something amiss?” His scowl only deepened.

“One of my sons just visited your oracle,” he growled. “She told him his death would be by your hand.”

I gulped. “W-well, I believe her exact words were ‘you shall be slain by the arrow of ill health’. That could mean many things, I am sure. Perhaps it is a metaphor, and he simply dies from sickness. Perhaps he gets bitten by a venomous serpent. I also have reason to believe he will enlist in a war in around fifteen years, perhaps he will be struck by a poisonous-” my anxious ramblings were cut short when a lightning bolt flashed into existence in Zeus’s right hand. I looked up at Zeus’s face, hoping, believing I would see some kind of reassurance. There was none there.

“Father, you cannot truly think I can change the prophecy, do you?” Zeus starting striding towards me. Like the brave god I was, I backed up. Cowardly, I know. But I had no intentions to fight my father. I did not want to be vaporised.

“Do not tell me what I can and cannot think, boy.” He scowled. His bolt began to spark more furiously, as if reflecting its master’s rage. I held my hands up in an ‘I surrender’ gesture, locked eyes with him and hummed a slow tune, hoping it would calm either my father or myself down. Zeus simply tensed his shoulders and muscled his way through the magic.

With blinding speed, the lord of the sky reached out and roughly grabbed my upper arm, yanking me into his bolt. It erupted from my side and the pain overtook me. It seared every part of my body with a fire that could not even compare to Hephaestus’s hottest forges. I screamed a very ungodly scream.

After an eternity, it ended. I hung limply in my father’s grip. My feet tried to support me, but my knees buckled like I was holding a herd of elephants on my back. My head hung as if my neck had been severed from my shoulders. My hair, now free of it’s man bun, dangled by my face, sticking to the sweat on my forehead and cheeks.

A crackle sounded from beneath my chin. The bolt, as full of energy as ever, flickered madly, ready to give another shock at any moment. It was raised, forcing my head up to look at my father. His face showed no sign of regret.

“Let us try that again,” Zeus snarled. “You will erase my son’s memories, take him to your oracle, and she will give him a different prophecy. Understand?”

I swallowed the taste of ichor in my mouth. “I can give him a different prophecy,” I wheezed. “But I cannot erase what my Pythia has already spoken.”

That gained another bolt to my godly chest. Its razors tore though my lungs, my stomach, my heart, until I retched ichor and yesterday’s ambrosia. My eyes were overtaken by blinding light. I felt like I was floating, everything hurt so much that I couldn’t differentiate between the pain and the pressure of my feet on the floor or Zeus’s fist around my arm.

When the light died down, I was lying on the floor, Zeus’s sandals an inch from my face. The pungent smell of smoke filled my nostrils. My skin was sizzling softly. I knew my form would begin to fix itself shortly, and I technically could take another hit, as I could not die, but to put it simply: I did not want to see or feel that bolt for at least another million years. A rough hand dragged up by the back of my robes, and held nose to nose with Zeus.

“Would you like to test my offer again?”

I shook my head, already thinking about how great it would feel when I finally did slay that demigod. I would enchant that arrow with such awful diseases, such terrible sicknesses that would overcome his corpse and spread to anyone with mile of the body. I wanted that boy to suffer the way I suffered. Father was wrong. I could not change the prophecy. But I would let the oracle tell him of his greatest days - his victories, his legacies. I would paint him a picture so great that he would never see his death coming. I would wait. I would wait until his best day - that would be the day I would cut him down. I hated that boy. I hated that accursed lighting bolt.

I did just that. In the end, it was me that killed the boy. Zeus knew who did it - deep down, he knew prophecies could not be changed. I would still be the one to kill his son. I was not sorry. I almost welcomed the excruciating torment of the bolt.

Present

“No. I don’t think we ever agreed on much.”

Meg blew a raspberry. “You're so petty.”

I smiled, but it didn’t reach my eyes. I remembered killing many innocent people for the singular reason that I was too scared to be angry at my father. I had never before looked back. But now, it was no wonder that demigods had short lifespans. I was not alone in being too afraid to challenge the lord of the sky. My sister, Artemis, was guilty. So was Ares, Hephaestus, Hera and everyone else. Poseidon would always be the only one to challenge him. But he was not innocent either.

“We should get some sleep. If I remember correctly, we found some blankets in he trunk.”

Meg jumped off the roof of the van, and called back, “Dibs on the big green one!”

Ugh. Typical.

#writing #toa #oneshot #toa oneshot #apollo #leto #zeus #meg mccaffrey #trials of apollo #fanfic #fanfiction

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bugsybeans · 7 years ago

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Haters Just Need a Hug

Summary: Phil’s soulmate tattoo ends up being a homophobic slur. Can he convince his supposed “other half” to love him back, regardless of his gender?

Genre: Angst/fluff

Warnings: Homophobic slurs, swearing.

A.N: Hey there. This is NOT finished yet, but I do want to post what I have so far because I feel bad how much I have been procrastinating. So, here it is! Also, there are some pretty intense slurs and stereotypes that I have will be using in this fic so if that is triggering, please be warned. I do not condone to any form homophobia, nor do I believe all religious people share those beliefs. But I do know that there are hateful people out there and I feel like the only way to stop them is through kindness and compassion. Oh yeah, and I don’t know if I’m following all the Soulmate!Au rules, but the whole tattoo thing was more of a metaphor than an actual alternate universe theme. Anyway, I will shut up now. Enjoy!

Phil

Ever since his first day of secondary school, Phil’s mother knew he was gay. On his first day of Year 8, he came home with a crimson blush adorning his cheeks and a smile up to his ears.

“How was the first day?” She asked tentatively. “Pretty good.”

“That’s good... Did you make any friends?”

“Umm..Yeah actually. His name is Anthony. He’s nice I guess.” Phil had that look he sported every time he was hiding something. Lying was not one of his strong points.

“You’re looking quite smitten, dear. You sure you only want to be friends?”

“MOM! Gosh, you’re so embarrassing.” He stomped all the way up to his room, which is where he spent the majority of his teenage years.

She had her answer. Anyway, she had absolutely nothing wrong with having a gay son. She would love him no matter what. What did worry her though was not everyone would share that same mindset. Even though society firmly believes in being romantically involved with your soulmate, for some reason, if that soulmate happens to be of the same gender, you have to live your entire life without them. Your other half. The one and only person who is perfectly right for you. She finds the logic absurd.

The older her son gets, the more pressure there is to conform. She can’t wrap him up in bubblewrap forever, one day he would have to face the hate and anger he is destined to deal with his whole life. But what truly shocked her was that his first time experiencing it first hand was when he got his soulmate tattoo.

It was a regular Saturday evening like any other, Martin sprawled on the couch, likely talking on the phone with Cornelia, Mrs. Lester cooking dinner in the kitchen and Phil hiding up in his room, doing only God-knows-what. This time, homework was on the agenda but, he was too tired and sweaty to function. The autumn air was cool and brisk, but nevertheless, Phil was down to a t-shirt and boxers facing his fan on the highest setting. He laid on his stomach, face buried in a pillow, trying to make up for lost sleep from the night before. He knew these were some of the most common signs of the imprinting of his soulmate tattoo, but he really didn’t feel like being let down again. Far too many times he has gotten his hopes up only to discover that he just had a common cold. Because at the age of fourteen, Phillip Micheal Lester will be the last kid in his class, or school maybe, to get their tattoo. It was humiliating. Also, the suspense was killing him. “What will be the first words said to me from the love of my life?” He thought. “Or will I even have a soulmate at all? Even if I do, will he ever find me?”

But, as if his prayers had finally been answered, Phil started to feel an unfamiliar itch on his right arm. He scratched. The patch of skin turned a fiery red, the sensation burning just as much. He could see the shape of letters start to rise to the surface.

“Mom!” He cried. “I think I’m getting it!”

He sprinted down stairs at lightning speed. By the time he reached the kitchen, the words were printed bold and clear, the black ink permanently etched into his pale skin. As he read the words, he choked out a sob. What was imprinted in the bold font read;

Fags like you deserve to burn in hell.

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Five years had passed since that fateful night. Phil had come to terms with the fact that whoever was meant for him is a homophobic asshole. That still didn’t help the pain subside, though. While everyone else was waiting for a sweet greeting or compliment, he was waiting for a cruel insult. He searched everywhere for hatred; riots, unaccepting churches, once he even walked up to a group of religious protesters and said, “Hi! My name is Phil. I’m gay.”

He sure did get a few variations of the slur on his arm, but none that were exact. Besides, everyone there looked too old to be in love with him. But the thing about a soulmate is, you really don’t know for sure.

Anyhow, he had too much on his mind being a University student, to think about finding his soulmate. Tonight, him and his roommate are going to pride. Phil deems himself lucky to have the person he shares a bathroom with so much like himself. They share a lot of common interests, including their gender preferences. Hell, if he didn’t have that goddamn tattoo he would think they are soulmates. But there is someone else out there for him, that man just happens to be a hateful bastard.

“Charlie! You ready?” He called from outside the bathroom door. “Almost! Just two more minutes.” Charlie puts a lot of effort into his attire. Phil finds it unnecessary, but he knows it makes him really happy when someone compliments his outfit.

“Fine. But when those two minutes are up I’m leaving without you.” Just as the words left his mouth, Charlie stepped out in a pastel blue top with the words “fairies do it better” written in bright pink across the front, light green cargo shorts and of course, a rainbow cape that went down to his knees. “Well, what do you think?”

Phil just gaped at him for a few seconds. “You look… well, flaming. But incredible.” He shot Charlie one of his famous grins. The kind that make his eyes crinkle, and the Charlie’s heart soar. “R-really?” He blushed bashfully. For someone who wore bright and provocative colours, Charlie sure was shy.

“Yeah Char. You look awesome. Now let’s go!”

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As soon as they got off the bus, they were practically trampled by the massive crowd of people all heading in the direction of the parade. Charlie’s outfit actually looked pretty tame compared to some of the other attendees. They were swimming in a sea of rainbows and sparkles. You could feel the excitement in the air, the excitement of those who are normally forced to hide, or conform, to what society deems “normal.” And here in the midst of it all, you could love who you want and be who you are, without fear of judgement. It gave Phil a little spark of hope, that one day, the world will change. But he knew, it would take an awfully long time to get there.

Out of the corner of his eye, like a dark smudge marking a beautiful piece of art, some extreme religious group was holding up signs and chanting something along the lines of “no more homos!” Phil rolled his eyes. “Not now, of all times.” He thought to himself. But just before he was about to turn in the other direction, the group in front of him stopped walking. And so did the people in front of them. Soon enough, practically the whole parade had stopped to face the crazies trying to spread hate. They say strength is in numbers, and that proved to be true. Except this time, the oppressed outnumbers the oppressors.

Then, the parade started their own chant, “love is love! Love is love! Love is love!” You could no longer hear the hateful messages, but instead, just the sound of people coming together to spread a message of equality. Phil remembered distinctly something his mother told to him as a child when he was afraid of the dark,

“No need to be afraid Philly. Most monsters are just misunderstood. Sometimes, the only thing they need is a hug.”

Charlie looked up at Phil, and intertwined their fingers. “Kiss me, it will piss them off to no end.” He whispered in Phil’s ear. He really likes Charlie, don’t get him wrong, he just never developed any feelings for him. But, in the heat of the moment, kissing his best friend seemed like the only option. So, reluctantly, he leaned in, and their lips met.

If there is a God, he must really have something against poor Phil. The crowd was so loud he barely heard it, the words he had been waiting practically his whole life to hear. But, in a young, timid voice he heard the nine syllables that would change his life forever.

“Fags like you deserve to burn in hell.” Phil disconnected the kiss with a gasp, leaving Charlie hurt and confused. “Phil! Where are you going?”

He didn’t care if people were shouting, or that he had to push his way through the tightly-knit crowd, all he could think about is that his other half was waiting for him, in the group of religious zealots. As soon as he reached the edge, he saw him. The kid was pretty scrawny, and about Phil’s height, with a light brown fringe on the opposite side. He didn’t look a day over 18. But, what really captured the older boy’s heart were those chocolate brown eyes. They looked frightened, like they’ve seen too much. But nevertheless, Phil could see something in them. It looked trapped. Maybe this kid didn’t know, but it existed. A little spark of hope.

Soon enough, Phil was face to face with him. “It’s you.”

The kid gave him a deer-in-the-headlights look. “No! No, this can’t be happening. Dad, D-Dad, this isn’t right.” But before he could finish rambling, Phil engulfed the broken boy in his arms.

#love is love #amazingphil #phan #phanfic #daniel howell #no homo howell #angst #phanfiction

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yoursaviorishere1 · 4 years ago

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Captain America: The First Avenger - Part 1

[first lines; in the Arctic]

Search Team Leader: Are you the guys from Washington?

SHIELD Tech: You get many other visitors out here?

SHIELD Lieutenant: How long have you been on-site?

Search Team Leader: Since this morning. A Russian oil team called it in about 18 hours ago.

SHIELD Lieutenant: How come nobody spotted it before?

Search Team Leader: It's really not that surprising. This landscape's changing all the time. You got any ideas about what this thing is exactly?

SHIELD Lieutenant: I don't know. It's probably a weather balloon.

Search Team Leader: I don't think so. You know we don't have the equipment for a job like this.

SHIELD Tech: How long before we can start craning it out?

Search Team Leader: I don't think you quite understand. You guys are gonna need one hell of a crane!

[as the shot widens we see a massive frozen ship revealed]

Steve took in a shark breath.

"That's the Valkarie," said a shocked Peggy.

"I'm the Valkarie."

"No, I mean, HYDRAs aircraft."

"Oh."

[after breaking into the metal aircraft]

SHIELD Lieutenant: [speaking into his comm] Base, we're in. [looking around] What is this? [The technician nearly slips on the ice covering the ground] Careful.

SHIELD Tech: [finding the frozen shield of Captain America] Lieutenant! What is it?

"That's where you were found?" asked Tony.

"I guess so."

SHIELD Lieutenant: My God! [into his earpiece] Base, give me a line to the Colonel.

The voice from Earpiece: It's 3 a.m., sir.

SHIELD Lieutenant: I don't care what time it is. This one's waited long enough.

"How long were you in the ice?" asked Dogan

"65 years," says Steve.

[March 1942 Tønsberg, Norway]

[a villager, Jan, is running to a church]

Jan: [subtitled] They have come for it!

Tower Keeper: [subtitled] They have before.

Jan: [subtitled] Not like this.

Tower Keeper: [subtitled] Let them come. They will never find it.

"They did," said Steve.

[rumbling is heard and something breaks down the door, the stones killing Jan]

[the tower keeper closes Jan's eyes and sees a machine moving away as HYDRA agents come in]

[a car drives up with the HYDRA symbol on the hood]

"Bucky and Alex flinch at the symbol.

[HYDRA agents try to lift the lid of a coffin]

Hydra Lieutenant: Open it! Quickly, before he...

Johann Schmidt: It has taken me a long time to find this place. [to the Tower Keeper] You should be commended. [to one of his soldiers] Help him up.

[one of the soldiers helps the tower keeper to his feet]

Johann Schmidt: I think that you are man of great vision. And in this way we are much alike.

Tower Keeper: I am nothing like you.

"They're not."

Johann Schmidt: No, of course. But what others see as superstition, you and I know to be a science.

Tower Keeper: What you seek is just a legend.

"Yeah right."

Johann Schmidt: Then why make such an effort to conceal it? [opens an old tomb and picks up the glass cube from the skeletal remains of an old Viking] The Tesseract was the jewel of Odin's treasure room.

"Was it?" Steve asked Odin.

"It was. We fought it would be best to send it to Midgard for safekeeping," replied Odin.

[he turns to face the tower keeper and deliberately drops and smashes the glass cube] It's not something one buries. But I think it is close, yes?

Tower Keeper: I cannot help you.

Johann Schmidt: No. But maybe you can help your village. You must have some friends out there. Some... some little grandchildren perhaps. I have no need for them to die. [A big tank outside turns his guns towards the village threateningly.]

"Lier."

[referring to the carving of the tree on one of the tower walls]

Johann Schmidt: Yggdrasil. Tree of the world. Guardian of wisdom and fate, also. [he presses a button on the carving of the tree and it opens up to reveal the real cube] And the Führer digs for trinkets in the desert. You have never seen this, have you?

Tower Keeper: It's not for the eyes of ordinary men.

Johann Schmidt: Exactly. [he closes the box containing the glowing cube and turns to his soldiers] Gove the order to open fire.

Hydra Lieutenant: Jawohl! (Yes!)

Tower Keeper: Fool! You cannot control the power you hold. You will burn!

"He already has," said Bucky.

"He's also not a great listener," said Steve.

Johann Schmidt: I already have. [He shoots and kills the tower keeper]

"Ha, told you so."

"Papa. Grow up," said Alex.

Bucky did the mature thing and stuck his tongue out at her.

[In New York, at the enrollment facility.]

4F Doctor: [off-screen] O'Connel, Michael. Kaminsky, Henry.

Steve Rogers: Boy, a lot of guys getting killed over there.

4F Doctor: [off-screen] Rogers, Steven.

[Steve puts down the newspaper he is reading]

"Woah," said those who only knew the post serum, Steve.

"You're smaller than pre-spider bite than I was," said Peter, "And that's saying something."

Enlistment Guy: It kind of makes you think twice about enlisting, huh?

"Nope," said Bucky and Peggy.

Steve Rogers: Nope.

[as Steve is standing half naked in front of the doctor to examine him for enlistment]

4F Doctor: Rogers. What did your father die of?

Steve Rogers: Mustard gas. He was in the hundred and seventh infantry. I was hoping I could be assigned...

4F Doctor: Your mother?

Steve Rogers: She was a nurse in a TB ward. Got hit, couldn't shake it. [the doctor looks at Steve's file which shows he has a long list of health issues]

"How are you still alive," questions Bruce.

"Bucky."

4F Doctor: Sorry, son.

Steve Rogers: Look, just give me a chance.

4F Doctor: You'd be ineligible on your asthma alone.

"Didn't they have inhalers?"

"What's an inhaler?" asked Steve.

"It relieves asthma attacks," said Peter S.

Steve Rogers: Is there anything you can do?

4F Doctor: I'm doing it. I'm saving your life. [He stamps the card 4F.]

"Not really," said Bruce.

[later, Steve is at the movie theatre]

[a commercial about the war is playing before the movie]

Commercial Announcer: War continues to ravage Europe. But help is on the way. Every able-bodied young man is lining up to serve his country. Even little Timmy is doing his part collecting scrap metal. Nice work, Timmy!

Loud Jerk: Who cares? Play the movie already!

"He's rude," said Angie whilst the soldiers from WW2 growled at him.

Steve Rogers: [quietly] Hey, you wanna show some respect?

"I don't blame you for that fight," muttered Bucky.

Commercial Announcer: Meanwhile, overseas, our brave boys are showing the Axis powers that the price freedom is never too high.

Loud Jerk: Let's got! Get on with it! Hey, just start the cartoon!

"I can't listen to this," said Phillips.

Steve Roger: Hey buddy, you wanna shut up?!

"Good on you."

[the guy gets up and looks at him]

Commercial Announcer: Together with Allied forces, we'll face any threat, no matter the size.

"Ironic."

[getting beaten in an alley by the loud jerk that was disturbing everyone at the cinema]

Loud Jerk: You just don't know when to give up, do you?

"Nope," says anyone that knows Steve.

Steve Rogers: I can do this all day. [and attacks the guy again]

"He really can," said Bucky.

James Barnes: Hey! Pick on someone your own size.

"Dad," said Alex whilst Nat smirks.

"Maybe I should cut my hair again," wonders Bucky.

"Maybe you should," said a smirking Nat.

"Ewwwwwwwwww," squealed Alex. She ran up to Wanda, "Wanda, can you wipe that memory please, it's disturbing."

"If I do, I will see it. And I don't want to see that image," said Wanda.

[after saving Steve from getting any further beatings by the loud jerk]

James Barnes: Sometimes, I think you like getting punched.

Steve Rogers: I had him on the ropes.

"Yeah right," said Bucky.

[picks up Steve's enlistment form from the ground]

James Barnes: How many times is this?

[reading from the enlistment form]

James Barnes: Oh, you're from Paramus now? You know it's illegal to lie on the enlistment form. And seriously, Jersey?

Steve Rogers: You get your orders?

James Barnes: The one-o-seventh. Sergeant James Barnes. Shipping out for England first thing tomorrow.

Steve Rogers: I should be going.

James Barnes: Come on, man. My last night! Gotta get you cleaned up.

Steve Rogers: Why? Where are we going?

"My turn," said Howard, he'd been excited to see what he looked like on screen.

James Barnes: The future.

[he hands him the newspaper he was holding, Steve opens it to see the ad for World Exposition Of Tomorrow, 1943]

"I remember this," said Bucky and Steve.

James Barnes: I don't see what the problem is. You're about to be the last eligible man in New York. You know, there's three and a half million women here.

Steve Rogers: Well, I'd settle for just one.

James Barnes: Good thing I took care of that.

[He waves to the dates, Connie and Bonnie, he's lined up]

"Connie and Bonnie," said Bucky. Nat growled.

"They're probably about 100 now," said Steve.

"You're about 105 Steve," said Bucky. Nat snorted.

"Don't laugh Nat, you slept with a 106-year-old," defended Steve. Alex grimaced.

"Боже мой! Почему ты все время вобраешь эти отвратительные образы мне в голову? Вы хотите, чтобы я с ума с ума снова? Ты ненормальный?" muttered Alex in her native language. [My God! Why do you keep putting these disgusting images in my head? Do you want me to lose my mind AGAIN? Are you crazy?]

Wanda smirked whilst Bucky and Nat blushed violently and Steve sat there clueless.

Connie: Hey, Bucky!

Steve Rogers: What did you tell her about me?

James Barnes: Only the good stuff.

[music starts playing]

Expo Announcer: Welcome to the Modern Marvels Paviliion and the World of Tomorrow. A greater world. A better world.

Connie: Oh, my God! It's starting!

Mandy: Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Howard Stark!

[Howard enters the stage and kisses the announcer]

"Gross," said Morgan.

"I agree," muttered Tony.

Random Woman: I love you, Howard!

Howard Stark: [addressing the audience at the World Exposition fair] Ladies and gentlemen, what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won't even have to touch the ground at all.

[the female helpers take the wheels of the car on stage]

Howard Stark: Yes. Thanks, Mandy. [addressing the audience again] With Stark robotic reversion technology, you'll be able to do just that.

[he turns on the switch of his machine and the car starts to hover off the ground]

James Barnes: Holy cow.

[the robots making the car hover suddenly malfunction and the car falls back on stage]

Howard Stark: I did say a few years, didn't I?

[everyone laughs]

[Steve disappears, and Bucky notices]

James Barnes: Hey, Steve, what do you say we treat these girls...

"Where is he?" asked Alex.

"Take a guess..."

[at a recruitment center]

"Oh."

Woman: [to her male company, pulling him away from a mirror making him look like a soldier] Come on, soldier.

[Steve steps in front of the mirror but he's too short to fill out the face]

James Barnes: Come on. You're kind of missing the point of a double date. We're taking the girls dancing.

Steve Rogers: You go ahead. I'll catch up with you.

James Barnes: You're really gonna do this again?

Steve Rogers: Well, it's a fair. I'm gonna try my luck.

James Barnes: As who? Steve from Ohio? They'll catch you. Or worse, they'll actually take you.

"Hey. They took me and now look at me," defended Steve.

Steve Rogers: Look, I know you don't think I can do this.

James Barnes: This isn't a back alley, Steve. It's war!

Steve Rogers: I know it's a war. You don't have to tell me.

James Barnes: Why are you so keen to fight? There are so many important jobs.

Steve Rogers: What am I gonna do? Collect scrap metal...

James Barnes: Yes!

Steve Rogers: ...in my little red wagon.

"Yes," said most of the theatre.

James Barnes: Why not?

Steve Rogers: I'm not gonna sit in a factory, Bucky.

James Barnes: I don't...

Steve Rogers: Bucky, come on! There are men laying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them. That's what you don't understand. This isn't about me.

James Barnes: Right. Cause you got nothing to prove.

Connie: Hey, Sarge! Are we going dancing?

James Barnes: [he turns to the girls] Yes, we are. [back to Steve] Don't do anything stupid until I get back.

Steve Rogers: How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you.

"Liar."

"Why?"

"He joined the army as soon as I left," replied Bucky.

"Makes sense."

James Barnes: You're a punk.

[he walks back towards Steve and hugs him goodbye]

Steve Rogers: Jerk. Be careful.

[as James is walking away]

Steve Rogers: Don't win the war till I get there!

James Barnes: [He salutes then starts to walk away] Come on girls. They're playing our song.

[Steve is in a medical examination room when a nurse whispers something inaudible to Young Doctor]

Young Doctor: Wait here.

Steve Rogers: Is there a problem?

Young Doctor: Just wait here. [walks out]

"Busted," said Tony and Clint.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Nate?"

"Mummy and Auntie Nat say to grow up," said a smirking Nathanial.

[Steve looks at a sign warning against lying on your enlistment form and starts to get ready to leave]

[An Enlistment Office MP walks in the room and Steve looks up at him worriedly]

[Dr. Abraham Erskine enters the room as Enlistment Office MP quietly leaves]

Dr. Abraham Erskine: [to the MP] Thank you. [to Steve] So, you want to go overseas. Kill some Nazis.

Steve Rogers: Excuse me?

Dr. Abraham Erskine: Dr. Abraham Erskine. [walks over and introduces himself to Steve] I represent the Strategic Scientific Reserve.

Steve Rogers: Steve Rogers.

[Dr. Erskine starts looking through Steve's file]

Steve Rogers: Where are you from?

Dr. Abraham Erskine: Queens. 73rd Street and Utopia Parkway. Before that, Germany. This troubles you?

"I was raised in Queens," said Peter.

"Why weren't you raised with your dad?" asked Howard.

"Dad didn't want my life to be in the prying eyes of the paparazzi so he sent me to live with my aunt and uncle, Richard and Mary but when they died in a plane crash, I went to live with Aunt May and Uncle Ben. I was always in contact with Mum and Dad."

"And when his genius shone through, and Pepper didn't let me send him to MIT, I allowed him to become an 'intern' at Stark Industries," bragged Tony.

Steve Rogers: [shakes his head] No.

Dr. Abraham Erskine: [flipping through Steve's file] Where are you from, Mr. Rogers? Mmm? Is it New Haven? Or Paramus? Five exams in five different cities.

Steve Rogers: That might not be the right file.

"You are a terrible liar," said Peggy.

Dr. Abraham Erskine: No, it's not the exams I'm interested in. It's the five tries. But you didn't answer my question. Do you want to kill Nazis?

Steve Rogers: Is this a test?

Dr. Abraham Erskine: Yes.

Steve Rogers: I don't wanna kill anyone. I don't like bullies. I don't care where they're from.

"They're not all bullies. They might be brainwashed," said Steve.

Dr. Abraham Erskine: Well, there are already so many big men fighting this war. Maybe what we need now is the little guy, huh? I can offer you a chance.

[They exit the room]

Dr. Abraham Erskine: Only a chance.

"It worked though," said Peggy and Howard.

Steve Rogers: I'll take it.

Dr. Abraham Erskine: Good. So where is the little guy from, actually?

Steve Rogers: Brooklyn.

Dr. Abraham Erskine: [Dr. Erskine stamps Steve's form and hands him back his file] Congratulations, soldier.

[Steve opens up the file and sees that he's been stamped as accepted]

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violetbeachpod · 7 years ago

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TRANSCRIPT: Episode Five - Aftermath

AJ:

Um. Here’s what we know. Here is what we fucking know, y’all.

It’s AJ, by the way, I’m--I’m here. Right now. Here and--

Teresa’s still gone, like--not a text, not. Nothing. We’re, like, collectively doing her homework, but she has an exam coming up, so--We can’t disguise ourselves as her. So. That’s problematic. And that’s also the event of the week. The weird happening of the day. The mystery of the moment. Etcetera.

So. Here’s my intro, and I’m still trying to figure out why we need those, like--look, guys, we’re all friends, here. Or acquaintances. We’ve seen some shit together, I think, i.e. a person we know literally vanishing into an orb of light, so, uh. Yeah. I think we’re at least friend-adjacent, at this point. Still running the numbers on that one.

So, like, I don’t see the point in it. Cuz after T went missing, I doubt that Benji’s publishing these bad boys anywhere online. Cuz, uh. This ain’t Serial. I am not participating in any true crimes. Or fake crimes. Maybe imaginary crimes, or irrational crimes, or--I only have a B in Calc, I have no right to make half-assed and half-asleep number jokes, never mind that. It--it wasn’t even clever, it was just. Lazy. And bad. And I can do better. Whatever.

Do I--do I still have a B in Calc? I feel like I did okay on last week’s--lemme check, real fast, this’ll just take a sec--Angie, your password’s--ah, yeah, nevermind, I remember it. It’s AngieCowgirl72 Exclamation Point. I remember that. No need to talk.And I made you add the exclamation point. Because security, and you use the same--Yeah, I’ll shut up, whatever, I just--lemme check this grade real fast--

[beat, typing]

Ah, shit. Shit. It went down. Shit. My dad’s gonna kill me. Lemme--uh. I can email Paula later. Gotta--gotta handle the real life stuff first.

So. My point. That thing. It’s. It’s just, that-- Um. Shit. You guys already know who I am.

[beat]

But, like, in case I go missing, or whatever, because that’s a possibility now! I guess! So. Bio. Autobio? Do people--do people shorten it to autobio? Memoir? I--I never remember the difference between those two, I think this is a memoir. So. My name’s AJ Diggs, uh, Aaron Jacobi Diggs, but, like--AJ. It’s AJ. Just--just stick with the nickname. So, uh, I’m a student and a coffee-dude, I only listen to, like, witch house and lo-fi folk punk--because. Uh. No, Angie, I won’t check out your sophomore album Refuge now streaming on most sites for free, no guest stars on this show. We signed an agreement that you would not derail my show and tell.

Well, if we’re not calling it show and tell, what are we calling it, Angela?

My point is, I’m a self-acknowledged pretentious ass, but, like I’m hardcore. Regardless.

And we need hard facts that, that’s--, I’m seventeen, I’m, uh--from Moco, uh, Gaithersburg, specifically, originally, moved here when I was twelve ish, and, uh, started over, kinda.

That’s something people do when they move, right? I think so. Cuz. I did that. I was in a pretty negative zone, back there. Great city. Great people. Terrible, godawful tweens. Just mean tweens. And teens. And kids.

So, I transferred into Corielli, been there ever since, and, uh. I live on Nightingale and Seaview, and, uh, I’m an AB blood type. I don’t know my social security number, but you can just ask my manager, like, I think she memorizes everyone’s and commits fraud constantly. And if this leaks, Amanda? I don’t regret saying that. I don’t! I know you used my debit card to buy muffins when I left it in the breakroom, Amanda. I know. And they weren’t even for me, cuz they were walnut ones and I know that you know about my nut allergy. Amanda. You know about my nut allergy.

Anyway. I’m currently recording from, because they have a mic and I do not, Angie and Teresa’s dorm, within the bathroom of which Angie is currently pacing, not saying anything, which is exactly the opposite of what she usually does, so, uh, we know something bad’s happened regardless of previous context. Just to. Set the scene, kinda. Some good visuals, and what have you, we gotta keep this as cinematic as possible. Also, this room’s walls are gray and have, like, emo music posters everywhere, so--let’s erase that and pretend it’s yellow with paintings on it. Maybe some faded pink or bright red accents. And I’m in the center of the shot. And this mic is old-fashioned Yeah, you got it. Right there.

Just got a typo-filled text about how these posters are not of emo bands, and, Angie, it’s good to know that that’s your top priority right now? Just sayin’. We agreed no guest stars, too, so, uh, get out of my recording. Dude. No texting. You can keep--pacing, and, uh, writing in dry-erase on your mirror, but. Get out of my recording.

Mae Babson The New Transfer Student came into the shop with Charlotte yesterday. If you want an update on that plot point. I think they’re together? She texted me an emoji code that I haven’t cracked yet. So I think that something happened. Also, she knows my name, which--I have not introduced myself to her. She and I do not have any classes together. She shouldn’t know that. I’m a pretty--I’m a private person. I have a mysterious image to maintain. And then, at the store, she, like, whispered her order? And I already had Charlotte’s going, like, I was pulling those shots, already, and then, she whispers her order. And I can hear, just fine, it’s just--she then says these three word, she said, uh.

[SOUND CUE 1: ACCIDENT]

[SOUND CUE 2: CONSTANT]

[SOUND CUE 3: RETURN]

Weird, right? And I took--Charlotte and I did make a conspiracy board, eventually, with yarn colors that we stole from knitting club, because Natalie Simmons was gonna make us join, and she knows that I have Carpal Tunnel, so. Our only way to get free yarn was to steal, but. Regardless. I took those words, plus that weird interference that got into Benji’s recording, which, uh, sounded pretty similar, and I’m trying to parse meaning from it, even though Char says that Mae never said those things. Which, cool. Cool, cool, but--

Again, she was whispering. She ordered a caramel frap, and she got a refill on me. Because she really is nice, like--she and Char are cute together, I just--I also think that she may or may not be some kind of supernatural entity. I support her love, I maybe do not support her whole staticky-weird-words-with-no-context thing. Y’know? Like--there are better ways to be mysterious, even. And--look, playing the bad boy or girl or neither card is tough, I know this, but. Look, there are more routes than just leather jackets or being a ghoul, y’know? Like. Maybe get a motorcycle license. Oh, wait! Mae Babson already has a motorcycle license, so, like--you already have your bad girl status. C’mon! This isn’t Party City on October thirtieth, it’s a hippie school in February. C’mon.

So, uh, I can’t find meaning out of the words, other than, like, uh. We maybe weren’t supposed to see what we saw. But--if we saw it, and we weren’t supposed to, why wouldn’t anyone else? That’s--that’s the point of the board. See, uh, there aren’t many easily accessible histories of, like--weird shit in Violet Beach, specifically. And normal history books--we haven’t dived into them, which is to say that I have literally no interest in reading them, like--Benji’s probably read them. Or Teresa, who’s significantly cooler, which would be great, if she were here. Which she isn’t! Which is fine.

I’m fine. It’s super cool that one of the only reasonable people in this ragtag gang of misfits or whatever the fuck we are is suddenly gone. Super cool. Just the best, absolutely. Not to say y’all are bad, but. You’re not reasonable. Teresa’s got brains. You have the heart locked down, got the grit, and what have you, but she’s got the brains.

Also, I was gonna be able to get Benji off my case for one night because D and D night would distract him. It always does.

Also, hi Benji. I do not want to work for you. My current job pays more than minimum wage. The one you’re offering me doesn’t. And I kinda wanna car? So--uh. Yeah. Also, I don’t know anything about sci-fi. You know this. Everybody knows this.

Also, I kinda wanted to go to D and D night. See what that was about. Teresa’s good at that storytelling shit. Was good? I don’t wanna be too much of a pessimist, but, like.

C’mon, Angie, don’t look at me like that. I--I saw it happen, she just--poof. Like, she was there, and then--I showed you the video. You saw it, you have to think, however terrifying and shitty it might feel to think it, that she’s just--she’s just gone! You think I want it? You think?

[he sighs, tired. there’s a long beat, another sigh. he’s nervous, upset, but trying to remain steely.]

Shit.

She just ran out. I think she also has Improv tryouts, but she left--she left her bag.

Love it. Loving life and being alive and all that assorted fun stuff. She’s--she’s so sensitive. God. And, uh. I love that about her, she’s--she’s like an older sister to me, I’ve--she was the only person who would talk to me, my first day here, cuz I wasn’t talkin’ to anybody intentionally and she was the only person who cared enough to try. But--Whatever. Whatever. Angela Thompson is important to me, and. I don’t need to share my sob story. I’m not that guy. But she--

God, she’s not handling this well at all, and--nobody is, cuz--cuz Teresa’s cool, and she’s good, but--I think Ann thinks it’s her fault for not stopping Teresa. And also, like--there’s--

That’s not my story to tell, it’s theirs. They’d do it better anyway.Whatever. Their lives, not mine, stand in your truth, etcetera, thank you, self-help guide parents. Gotta get back on that mindfulness grind. Take those thoughts and accept them. Etcetera. Plug for How To Become Okay With Your Potential Insignificance by Dr. Phillip T. Diggs.

Also, these two disasters, here, Angie and Teresa? They threw away the chore wheel I made for them. Who does that? I spent two entire hours of hard labor on that. As a joke. I was committed to the bit, knowing their shared hatred of domesticity and construction paper. But they tossed it. How dare they. I’m their--

Friend? Brother? Child? Dad? Something corny like that.

I don’t--I’m not their dad. That’s--that doesn’t even make sense, with like--but is time travel real, maybe?--but. Yeah. Point standing. I’m not their dad. Obviously. That’s bad and not going on the conspiracy board But--still. Look.

Yeah, I’m worried. It’s just--y’all have said this, it doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t. I’m--

Ah, God. We--I need to go find Angie. Give her a hug, or--or whatever. She.

Needs it. And I owe her--

God, if--

I’m--I’m gonna turn off the mic, now. Uh. Everyone else has done a ‘bye,’ I think, so.

Bye. Keep your eyes out. Text me if you wanna be added to the conspiracy board doc. It’s very good, ten out of ten, would recommend. Five stars on Yelp. Can you give documents Yelp reviews? Doubt it. Anyway.

So.

Okay. I--I think that we got this. All of us. We got this.

Yeah.

Bye.

#transcript #violet beach #season 1 #aj #transcripts

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carey-pricemas · 7 years ago

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Meet the Family- Wayne Simmonds

Ok guys so I decided to do a Holiday gift exchange thing that @wooter-ice started! I got the lovely @ocy-moron and she requested Flyers! So here we have some happy meet the family for Christmas! I really hope you like it boo! Merry Christmas guys!

Warning: one cuss word

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You fidgeted nervously in the passenger seat, your left hand entwined with your boyfriend's over the center console.

"If you keep fidgeting" Wayne said, squeezing your hand, "I'm going to think you're not going to want to introduce me to your family" he said teasingly. You rolled your eyes but settled and squeezed Wayne's hand back. "What's wrong?"

"I might not have, uh, told my parents about you?" you said softly, hoping Wayne hadn't heard you.

Unfortunately he had excellent hearing and your hopes were dashed.

"Maddy..." he warned. "You are surprising your parents with me?"

"Well they know my boyfriend is coming!" you defended. "They just don't know that my boyfriend is Wayne Simmonds." Wayne rolled his eyes. "I think they'll be happy about it."

"You think?" he asked. You shrugged helplessly. In your defense Wayne wasn't even sure if he was going to be here for Christmas so you had only told your parents that he might be coming.

You never thought to tell them that you were dating a professional hockey player.

"It'll be fine" you said, trying to convince yourself more than Wayne. The look he shot you told you that he knew. "Seriously. We'll have a nice dinner and open presents and before you know it we'll be home with Jax and Boe probably being annoyed by G." Wayne laughed.

"Ryanne might keep him in check."

"Ok then by TK" you said. Wayne laughed and squeezed your hand. You sighed and leaned back in your seat, listening to the Christmas music playing softly in the background. Your eyes drifted closed as Wayne's GPS lead you through the streets of your old neighborhood.

Your eyes snapped open and you jerked your hand from Wayne's turning in your seat to check the back of the car.

"What's wrong?" Wayne asked, eyes wide at your sudden burst of movement.

"Did we bring the pie? Cookies? Everyone's present? Oh god! Where's my dad's present?" you panicked, practically trying to climb in the backseat. Wayne's hand landed on your knee and he squeezed.

"Pie is on the floor, cookies are on a plate in that bag, and your dad's card is in your purse." You sat back down in your seat and sighed.

"Right. I knew that."

"Shouldn't I be the one stressing?" Wayne teased. You rolled your eyes.

"You'll just put on your media face and everyone will love you" you said.

"But they already love you" he chuckled. "I'm the one that's got to impress them."

"You'll do just fine." You paused. "I told you about my brother right?"

"The one who goes to college in Pittsburgh and is now a Pens fan?" Wayne asked. You nodded. "Then yes you did."

"Ok. Good." Wayne pulled up in front of the house and turned off the car. "We should just go home." Wayne rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Maddy. Up and out of here. We can do this. We've faced worse." Wayne pushed his door open and slid out. You eyed your boyfriend, wondering when he showed up and your Wayne left.

Probably at the city limits.

You sighed and pushed your own door open. As you stepped out, your lungs filled with the cool, crisp air. You could smell wood burning in a fireplace and the faint scent of pine. You missed that scent when you moved into the city. You wouldn't change your decision though.

"Alright" Wayne said, stepping up next to you, his hands filled with presents and edible goodies that you had made. "Lead the way." You took a deep breath and led your boyfriend up the driveway. You looked over your shoulder as soon as you reached the front door to see him roll his eyes at you, making you laugh. You opened the door and stepped inside.

"Mom? Dad?"

"Maddy!" you mom squealed. She came out of the kitchen and immediately wrapped you up in a hug. You laughed and hugged her back. "My baby!"

"Mom I saw you like two weeks ago" you said, rolling your eyes.

"Nonsense it's been much longer." It hadn't but mothers were always known for being dramatic. "And this must be the young man you've been..." Your mom's mouth dropped open as she took in the man standing behind you. "Oh my god."

"Mrs. Phillips" Wayne said. He shifted the items in his arms and held out a hand to shake. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"Oh my god" your mom whispered again, shaking his hand.

"Mom" you snapped, blushing. "Don't be weird. Mom this is Wayne, Wayne this is my mom."

"Your father is going to die" she said. "Wayne Simmonds is in my house."

"It's a beautiful house" he said. Your mother blushed and you rolled your eyes. You took the pie and cookies from Wayne's hand and handed them to your mother.

"I'm going to take Wayne to say hi to dad then I'll help you with dinner."

"Oh it's all in the oven. Sit down. Want some wine?"

"Please" you said. Your mother beamed at Wayne.

"What can I get you to drink, Wayne? Wine? Beer?"

"A beer is good thank you." Your mom beamed and made her way into the kitchen. You took your dad's card out of your purse before you discarded it in the corner after you kicked your shoes off. You waited for Wayne to take his shoes off before leading him into the living room.

"I can't believe you wore Flyers socks" you giggled. Wayne looked down at his bright orange colored feet and shrugged.

"Lucky socks."

"Oh my god" you laughed, rolling your eyes. As you entered the living room, you made a bee line to where your father was sitting in his recliner. "Hi dad." You bent down and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Thought I heard you come in." He kissed your cheek and you backed up.

"Dad, this is my boyfriend Wayne. Wayne, this is my dad." As soon as your dad caught sight of your boyfriend, his eyes went wide.

"Holy shit! You're Wayne Simmonds!" Wayne laughed and stepped forward, extending his hand. Your dad jumped out of his chair and shook Wayne's hand enthusiastically. "You're here. In my living room!" Wayne laughed.

"I am!"

"Ok dad" you said grabbing the hand that your dad was still shaking. "Wayne needs that hand."

"Here's your drinks!" Your mom said. You rolled your eyes. "Take the presents from him dear!" Your dad was quick to grab the bag from Wayne while your mom ushered him on to the couch. You tipped your head back and groaned.

"You guys. Relax" you said. "Dad sit down and turn on a game. Mom set the drinks down and sit." You tossed your dad's present under the tree and collapsed next to Wayne, leaning heavily on him. His arm draped over your shoulders and pulled you closer.

"Your brother should be here within the hour. I told him we were eating at 6:30 and not a minute later" your mom said. "Maddy didn't tell us if you had any dietary restrictions or anything because I didn't know you were coming..." your mom shot you a look. You rolled your eyes.

"I think one night will be ok" Wayne said, smiling. "I'll work it off tomorrow."

"And I'll help" you muttered. Wayne chuckled but your mother rolled her eyes at you. Your dad just ignored the comment.

"YOUR FAVORITE CHILD IS HERE!" Your brother shouted as he entered the room. His eyes landed on Wayne and his shoulder's slumped. "That's not fair. I'm never the favorite."

"Poor baby" you cooed. He rolled his eyes as Wayne chuckled.

"Don't bother standing" he said, reaching out to Wayne, shaking his hand. "She'd whine and I'd get in trouble." You kicked your foot out, watching as your brother jumped back. "Rude."

"You're the one who showed up to Christmas dinner in a Crosby jersey of all things."

"You like?" he asked.

"It's kind of offensive" your dad muttered. You and Wayne laughed as your brother rolled his eyes.

"Dinner children. Everyone to the table."

"Carry me" you whined as Wayne stood.

"Come on you big baby" your brother said. Both he and Wayne each grabbed one of your hands and hoisted you to your feet. You sighed and linked hands with Wayne, leading him into the dining room where a feast was laid out.

"Yep" Wayne said. "Gonna have to work out extra tomorrow."

"G's gonna be jealous" you responded. Wayne grinned and pulled out his phone, snapping a quick picture to send in the group chat.

"You fucking bet."

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You once again sat cuddled against Wayne in the living room of your apartment. The twinkling of the city's lights mixed with your Christmas tree's lights made for the perfect glow. After a wonderful dinner and presents, you and Wayne headed home to enjoy Christmas day with your fur babies. Jax lay with his head on your lap and Boe laid across Wayne's lap.

"I like your family" Wayne said softly.

"They really, really, REALLY liked you too" you teased. Wayne chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"Good." Wayne shifted causing Boe to stir as he grabbed a small box off the coffee table in front of you. "I know we're supposed to wait until Christmas but I couldn't help myself to having you open this one tonight." You smirked and took the box.

"Of course you couldn't." You took the box and opened it. Inside was a heart shaped locket necklace. The front was etched with the Flyers' logo. You looked up at Wayne and he nodded for you to open it. After fumbling with the latch inside you found a picture of you and Wayne from the Flyers Christmas party. Your head was tipped back laughing and Wayne was looking down at you with love in his eyes and a fond smile on his lips.

It automatically became your favorite picture.

"Wayne..." you were speechless. "I love it. Thank you." You twisted so you could press a kiss to his lips. Wayne pulled the necklace out of the box and settled it around your neck easily. You leaned back into him as you fingered the locket, eyes once more taking in the glow of the lights. Wayne's phone chirped in his pocket making you laugh and Wayne sigh. Wayne leaned forward and pulled the phone from his pocket, causing Boe to open one eye and look at him as he started laughing.

"What's so funny?" you asked.

"TK wants to know what time to come for dinner tomorrow." You rolled your eyes.

"Told you."

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There we go! I hope you liked it Maddy and once again… Merry Christmas guys!

#hockey holiday #holiday gift exchange #wayne simmonds

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spacenerdevans · 7 years ago

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Favourite captain America movies scenes?

oh my buddy, my pal, my dude, that’s a lot of scenes are you sure you’re ready?

first, foremost scene i will forever love with my entire being is the beginning of ca:tfa, with our first shot of stevie in the theater, who stands up for the respect of others, and ultimately attempts to take out the guy but like he says, “I can do this all day.” dare i say iconic???

the part in ca:tfa where steve and bucky are talking about him making an effort, and how steve doesn’t want to be the guy pulling the wagon, he wants to do more, he just wants to help people!!!!!

“I don’t want to kill anyone. I don’t like bullies; i don’t care where they’re from.”

when erskine chooses him and tells him, “Whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are. Not a perfect solider, but a good man.”

when steve decides to go off and save bucky no matter the chances of him being alive or dead, just the thought of seeing his best friend again!!!! he goes off!!!!! but the outfit he was wearing to save bucky, honestly sign me the fuck up.

who could forget the iconic scene when steve first pops out of the machine and peggy reaches out to touch him? honestly same.

when colonel phillips is talking to abraham about the recruits he says, “Look at that. He’s making me cry.” Cause honestly same, little stevie wanting to give all his best and just help people, god I’m in love.

okay i could keep gushing about ca:tea, but i realize there are two other cap movies lmao.

ca:tws, the most iconic movie of our time. tHE BELOVED STEALTH SUIT. HOLLA. the whole first sequence on the lemurian star cause damn.

the chase sequence!!! when steve has eyes on the shooter and its him running through the halls after the winter solider, and then him throwing his shield at him to have the winter soldier catch it, and its like dude!!!!

the elevator fight sequence!!!!! I like die every single time, and its like damn!!!!!!

also every scene with sam wilson is golden, that boy is a treasure!!!!

the whole causeway scene, the fight choreography, the music, the everything!!!!!

also the reveal of bucky????? like dude!!!!! i cry like every time!!!!

when steve decides to wear his old uniform when he knows he’s going to see bucky again in hopes of being able to jog his memory, and the whole fight scene, where he drops his shield and everything!!! he willingly sacrifices himself because he can’t fight his best friend!!!!! i am dying scoob.

and more importantly, steve in that leather jacket in the end sequence of the movie, like hot diggity damn!!!!!

civil war! ahh, well, i still have some grievances with this movie but i won’t deny the fact that steve is looking at his best in this one lmao.

preferably the lagos scene, the way he works with his team, and he’s like unstoppable, like dude!!!!

the fight scene with cross bones with him, that was pretty hot, and the fact that rum low decides to bring up bucky mid fight to throw him off guard and you can see the hurt in his eyes as his fists clench!!!!! and its like dude!!!!!!!!

steve being like a protective dad with wanda, over the lagos situation as well as when they’re in the room with general ross discussing about their events that lead to the sokovian accords.

steve fighting for what he believes in and sticking with it no matter what the costs.

steve being the first respondent to go find bucky before the orders are given to shoot on site, he knows that his friend has done things that were entirely out of his control and it wasn’t his fault.

when steve fights bucky after the interrogation with zemo, like damn, another dose of some good choreography!!!!!

steve taking off said jacket to climb back up the shaft ;)

steve stopping a helicopter with his bare hands!!!!!! showing off those biceps, holy mother of god, but the scene shows that he’s not letting go of bucky again, never again, i lost you once and I’m not going through that again.

when steve talks to bucky after the helicopter incident, and he has a hopeful smile when bucky tells him that the used to put newspapers in his shoes!!! and sam like, just like that we’re supposed to be cool???

also steves dirty and disheveled look, like sign me the fuck up.

the iconic can you move your seat up line, like when can i get a falcon/winter solider buddy cop movie like cmon!!!!

scott’s interaction with steve is honestly me lmao

steves interaction with peter for a brief moment, more of less i like peters comment about the shield not obeying the laws of physics lmao, as well as asking him where he’s from, and telling him brooklyn and smirking about it!!!!

FINALLY, the smirk at the end of civil war. holy mother of god, can all movies end like that please????

bonus!!! age of ultron, every time he wears the under armor shirt as well as him ripping the log, and trying to lift up the hammer. avengers: boxing steve!!!!!! ahhhhh, i just have a lot of feels about that one.

extra bonus: i loved steve’s cameos in spiderman homecoming lmao, like dude, i can’t believe they forced you to do that.

#eobardwellscavanagh #asdfghjkl #woAH BOY #that was a lot #nOT YOU'RE MAKING ME WANT TO WATCH THEM ALL TODAY #sometimes i wish i had one favorite scene #but i love all those movies with my heart and soul #just because steve means a lot to me #answered

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42inchtv · 5 years ago

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Some Thoughts On The Best Movies Of 2019

Honorable Mentions: “Always Be My Maybe” (dir. Nahnatchka Khan), “Avengers: Endgame” (dirs. Joe and Anthony Russo), “Her Smell” (dir. Alex Ross Perry), “The Highwaymen” (dir. John Lee Hancock), “Joker” (dir. Todd Phillips), “Knives Out” (dir. Rian Johnson), “The Laundromat” (dir. Steven Soderbergh), “Rolling Thunder Revue: A Bob Dylan Story By Martin Scorsese” (dir. Martin Scorsese), “Spider-Man: Far From Home” (dir. Jon Watts), “Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker” (dir. J.J. Abrams), “Toy Story 4″ (dir. Josh Cooley), “Triple Frontier” (dir. J.C. Chandor), “Under the Silver Lake” (dir. David Robert Mitchell), “Waves” (dir. Trey Edward Shults), “Yesterday” (dir. Danny Boyle)

10. “High Flying Bird” (dir. Steven Soderbergh) Steven Soderbergh loves process movies, films where collaboration has to take place in order to achieve a set goal. So, heists. Almost all of Soderbergh's movies have a heist element in the text -- often literally, as with the "Ocean's" franchise or "Logan Lucky"; sometimes deeper, as with "Magic Mike" or "High Flying Bird." This new Soderbergh joint is a fucking blast -- and right from the start, with Andre Holland rat-tat-tatting his way through a fancy lunch with an NBA rookie who's still wet behind the ears (Melvin Gregg, good stuff). On the face of it, "High Flying Bird" is a heist movie, one where we watch Holland's Ray and his dogged former assistant (Zazie Beetz) use shoe-leather to stop an NBA lockout and make themselves a lot of money in the process. But its deeper reading is about a disrupter trying to disrupt again without falling behind the curve (it might as well be about Soderbergh himself). The ideas presented in "High Flying Bird" are so modern its almost as if Soderbergh has seen the future, one where athletes democratize sports in the way so many other fields have been democratized by social media. The production and release of "High Flying Bird" -- it was shot on an iPhone and dropped on Netflix -- are timely too. Soderbergh continues to get over on all these guys, doing it better and faster than most people half his age. Maybe he loves heists so much because he's made a career out of pulling jobs on the unsuspecting for 30 years.

9. “Booksmart” (dir. Olivia Wilde) A classic right out of the box, even in spite of the ponderous discourse surrounding its release. “Booksmart” takes the one-crazy-night structure and core relationship of "Superbad" and mixes it with the heart and sincerity of "Lady Bird" to create a coming-of-age movie that transcends gender and time and finds room to turn Beanie Feldstein into a giant star. This is a god-level performance, paying off what everyone hoped would happen after she played the beta in "Lady Bird." She's the alpha here and tears the movie to shreds. Give her a goddamn Oscar.

8. “Parasite” (dir. Bong Joon Ho) There is always another bottom. “Parasite” starts as one kind of movie and becomes another and the deftness with which it transitions is but one of the many delights buried within what has become a landmark release. Two things to note, before hitting the next blurb: first, the ending montage is unforgettable, quite literally as I’ve often replayed it in my head during quieter moments; and second, the score is the best of the year.

7. “Little Women” (dir. Greta Gerwig) Bigger in scope and bolder in construction than “Lady Bird,” Gerwig’s adaptation of “Little Women” stamps her as one of the best filmmakers working today. No one is able to be as honest in depicting complicated human feelings and as unafraid to portray outright empathy amid conflict. The only downside to Gerwig hitting the rarefied air of an auteur is that she doesn’t seem to want to act anymore. But we’ll take the role switch if there are more movies like “Little Women” on the horizon.

6. “Marriage Story” (dir. Noah Baumbach) Noah Baumbach is never really mentioned when conversations turn to best directors; he’s always felt a tier behind the Tarantinos and Scorseses of the world. But given a second thought, it’s hard to imagine why. Baumbach has been knocking out four-star movies since the ‘90s and “Marriage Story” might be his best. (Thanks to Netflix, it’s also by far his most widely seen; my parents even watched this one.) The divorce drama turned meme generator is typical Baumbach: smart people arguing about life with a bite that doesn’t shy away from showing the underside of humanity. But it feels like his most complete film, a perfect marriage of his earlier cynical work and his buoyant Gerwig period. It goes without saying but let’s say it anyway: Adam Driver is remarkable in this one, giving the best performance of the year. But Scarlett Johansson matches him scene for scene, a reminder of the raw talent she displayed during the “Lost in Translation” years when she was basically Andruw Jones for actors.

5. “Hustlers” (dir. Lorene Scafaria) From the opening tracking shot -- an unbroken take that follows newbie Destiny (Constance Wu in her best performance yet) as she tries to scratch together some cash during her first night at the klerb -- Lorene Scafaria makes her case for a Scorseseian tribute previously done best by Paul Thomas Anderson. But “Hustlers” isn’t a mere riff on “Goodfellas” or “Boogie Nights,” it’s a Trojan horse packed tight with big statements on the long-lasting ramifications of the 2008 financial crisis, the bonds of true friendship, and the way parenthood literally changes the mind of a parent (”motherhood is a mental illness,” Jennifer Lopez’s Ramona says twice during the film, first with a laugh and then later with a tear). It all culminates with a finale that doubles as a punch in the gut, with a monologue delivered by Lopez that should replace Ben Affleck’s juicy dialogue from “The Town” for aspiring actors on YouTube. Through it all, Scafaria controls every frame and sequence with confidence and ease not portended even by her previous solid work. It’s some masterful stuff, as is the way she’s able to tease out powerful performances from her motley crew of actors: Cardi B (lol sure), Lizzo, Lili Reinhart, Keke Palmer, Wu, and, of course, J.Lo, who does Robert De Niro in “Goodfellas” better than anyone else who has tried since 1990.

4. “Us” (dir. Jordan Peele) Oh, hey, “Us” is awesome. A “Twilight Zone” riff mixed with a greatest hits of references (including but not limited to “Scream,” “Jaws,” “The Shining,” “Signs,” “Funny Games,” “The Cabin in the Woods,” and “C.H.U.D.”) that throws a bunch of big, lofty ideas into the batter. Chief among them: How the ruling class must be taken out by the disenfranchised and how the disenfranchised, after wresting power from that class, will not go quietly into the night. (Alternate take: Bury the unwoke person you were as a youth before they can come back and ruin your life.) It all works so well — thrilling and hilarious, often at the same time. Lupita Nyong’o is otherworldly here (best actress 2020) and Winston Duke does an outrageous Jordan Peele impression that should please dads everywhere. Highest praise: During a year when we celebrated the greatness of 1999 movies, “Us” would rank up there with the best of the lot.

3. “The Irishman” (dir. Martin Scorsese) I've never thought to cry while watching a Martin Scorsese movie. That's not the kind of filmmaker he has been previously -- and even the movies he's made that pack an emotional wallop do so with almost surgical precision. Perhaps he's getting softer in his old age, or maybe I am: on my third viewing of "The Irishman" (but really, let's call it what it is: "I Heard You Paint Houses"), I teared up on more than one occasion. The elephant in the room after its release became Peggy and the wrongly perceived lack of agency given to her character. But watching how her relationship with Frank unfolds from birth to death with so few words is the movie's greatest trick. The first time we see Peggy, as an infant, she casts her big eyes on dad; those same glances -- angry, heartbroken, disgusted, pitiful stares -- make up their entire relationship. Only once does Frank experience something similar: after he kills Hoffa (a 20-minute sequence that features little dialogue and no music; we stan), Frank is next shown watching from a church pew as Bill Bufalino gives away his daughter at the altar on her wedding day; it's an act of fatherly love and joy that he'll never experience, not after what he's done hours before. Frank knows it too; just look at his face. A fucking masterpiece from our greatest filmmaker.

2. “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood” (dir. Quentin Tarantino) Speaking of masterpieces: “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood” is Quentin Tarantino’s best movie in 20 years and his most introspective ever; cinema’s former enfant terrible has finally grown up. “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood” grapples with what happens when masculinity runs its course and when one generation loses prominence to the next. But it’s also just super hilarious — filled with moments that are best described as lol. This is the best performance Leonardo DiCaprio has ever given. It’s a remarkable tight-rope walk: he's an actor playing a slightly worse actor who himself is giving a performance and then having to also give another performance as the actor he's playing? As his sidekick-slash-lifemate, Brad Pitt is so effortless that it's almost redundant to praise him. And while there are other delights to enjoy among the cast (Margaret Qualley, Julia “tha God” Butters), let’s highlight Margot Robbie: She finds such warmth and grace within Sharon Tate that it's hard not to leave the film feeling a tremendous amount of sadness and regret. "Once Upon a Time in Hollywood" might rewrite her history, but the real world did not. Unfortunately, this legend was never printed. But at least it exists in the movies.

1. “Uncut Gems” (dirs. Josh Safdie, Benny Safdie) What if the last 30 minutes of "Goodfellas" was actually 120 minutes and starred an all-time Adam Sandler, Mike Francesa, and Kevin Garnett, and prominently featured Billy Joel's "The Stranger"? The Safdie Brothers wrote and directed my fever dreams and it resulted in the best movie of 2019, 2018, 2017. This is a landmark; why bother writing anything else?

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not-another-imagine-blog · 8 years ago

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Livin’ On a Prayer (Auston Matthews)

Word count: 1495

Warnings: Kind of a sex scene

Author’s note: This wasn’t requested, but I had the idea for it when Bon Jovi came on Throwback Thursday while I was driving to work last week. My first attempt at something even remotely coming close to smut. Let me know what you think!

You absolutely adored the Matthews family. Between the constant dry heat of Scottsdale, a vastly different climate than Toronto, Auston’s sisters always finding the time to tease him and tell you embarrassing stories about him and Ema trying to include you, the hopeless cook who once managed to actually burn water, in the Matthews family tradition of cooking large meals together, Auston’s family quickly became another family to you, in addition to your actual family and the Leafs family. Even though you loved all of the Matthews, you missed your hometown. After a really nice month in Arizona at the conclusion of the season, you were more than ready to show Auston where you had grown up.

Turns out, your family loves Auston just as much as Auston’s family loves you, if not more so. They found your quiet giant of a boyfriend incredibly endearing. Even your dad, the man that was the reason that none of your friends wanted to go to your house in high school, wasn’t his intimidating self around Auston. Even though your family was more than welcoming they, much like Auston’s family, are very overbearing to two people who really just enjoy the company of each other.

Today, you decide to take Auston sightseeing as a pseudo-date. Although Auston is the one that handles driving in the busy cities of Scottsdale and Toronto, you decide to take the wheel for this tour, the numerous back roads getting confusing for even a local. As you back out of the driveway, Auston looks at the interior of the car.

“Is this your car from high school?” He asks, lips twitching as he takes in the odd shoe, school sweatshirt, sports gear and school spirit items that you had abandoned the day you graduated.

“It is! She was supposed to be passed down from kid to kid, but they all get rides from their friends. My baby needs some love.” You give the dashboard a loving pat as you coast down the street. Auston continues to inspect your car.

“Does this thing even have an aux cord?”

“Unfortunately, no.” Auston laughs. “Trust me, all of my friends used to make fun of me for it, I don’t need my boyfriend to do the same thing.”

“Don’t worry, I have nothing against your car.”

“I sure hope not. Y’know, we have coyotes out here, and if I were to have to leave you on the side of the road because my car got offended by you, I would be a little worried for you.” Auston looks at you, a huge grin on his face.

“Did you just threaten me, (Y/N)?” You shrug, trying to fight a smile off of your face. As the radio plays quietly in the background, you suddenly come to a realization.

“It’s Thursday!” You start to fiddle with the radio, trying to find the right station.

“I’m glad you have your days memorized. Why is Thursday so important?”

“The big radio station in town does a Throwback Thursday, where they take requests and play a bunch of songs from the 80s and 90s! This was our favorite day of the week; we would always ride to school and sing all of the old songs at the tops of our lungs.” You smile, referencing your siblings. Finally, you remember the radio station and get the radio tuned, laughing triumphantly as the music of David Bowie spills out from the speakers. Auston can’t help but to smile at your enthusiasm for Throwback Thursday.

“I’ve never heard of a station doing this before.”

“Perks of living in a small town, I guess.” As you cruise down the interstate, you entertain Auston with your renditions of the Backstreet Boys, Wilson Phillips, Salt N’ Peppa, En Vogue and Madonna. You’re about to speak when the beginning strains of a familiar song fill your ears. Auston groans as you squeal and lightly smack his arm, making sure that he hears.

“Why this song?”

“Well well well, guess they know who’s in town?” Bon Jovi begins to sing and you join in, nearly yelling the lyrics and dancing in your seat. “‘It doesn’t make a difference if we make it or not. We’ve got each other,’” You grab Auston’s unwilling hand and swing it. “‘And that’s a lot. For love, we’ll give it a shot!’”

“Don’t do this to me, babe.” You groan and pout.

“Auston, please? You know you wanna. I know that I’m no Mitch, but I’m still pretty fun to sing with.” Auston says nothing so you decide to drop it, changing lanes and getting back into the song. “Whoa, we’re halfway there, WHOA, LIVIN’ ON A PRAYER, take my hand and we’ll make it I swear-”

“Whoa, livin’ on a prayer!” You’re sitting at a stoplight off of the interstate, so you completely justify taking your eyes off of the road and smiling widely at Auston, giggles leaving your lips. The look on Auston’s face, a grimace at the fact that he actually just sang the song that made him into a meme, turns your giggles into full-on laughs, a snort escaping as you clasp your hand over your mouth. At that sound, Auston bursts into laughter.

“I-can’t-believe-you-snorted!” Auston gasps out, sending you into another bout of laughs. A car angrily honks behind you, causing you to jump. You turn and sheepishly wave as you start to drive, pulling into a parking lot so that you don’t crash due to your boyfriend still laughing.

“I’m so mad that you just caused some guy to get angry at me because you made fun of my laughter.” You feign anger at the whole situation before miserably failing, a smile gracing your features.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I just haven’t heard you snort from laughter in a while.” You both quiet as Auston stares at you, moving a stray piece of hair out of your eyes. “My family stole you away from me the whole time we were in Arizona.”

“And my family’s been stealing you from me too.” You realize. “I miss these little moments, Aus. I like it when it’s just the two of us.”

“How do I miss someone that I haven’t been apart from in over a month?” He asks, almost to himself.

“I miss you too.” His lips are on yours in a matter of milliseconds, hands becoming tangled in each other as you clamber over the center console, straddling Auston’s lap.

“I feel like I haven’t touched you in ages.” Auston mutters against your skin, nipping at your neck as you moan out his name.

“Y’know, I never did get to have sex in this car.” You breathe out, testing the waters. Auston pulls away, smirking at you as his eyes darken.

“Well then, I guess we’ll have to change that.” He immediately lifts you up, making it seem almost effortless as he tosses you into the back seat, climbing in after you. Auston’s hands immediately go for your breasts while he goes to work sucking a hickey on your neck. Your mouth falls open as you attempt to speak, not being able to force any words out. Your hand moves to palm Auston’s bulge as he groans through clenched teeth.

“Oh God, (Y/N), the things you do to me.” You pull his face back down to yours in a searing kiss. As articles of clothing are thrown all over your car, you thank your lucky stars that you managed to pull into an abandoned parking lot. Your heavy breathing mixes with Auston’s, the only sounds in your car besides the sound of the radio, still playing throwback music.

After an adventurous afternoon that consisted of absolutely no sightseeing (“except for that gorgeous body of yours.”), you and Auston make it back to your family home. After spending 20 minutes attempting to find your phone, which you realize you left on the charger in your room all along, you finally check your phone. You’re surprised to see plenty of messages; normally, you only ever get texts from Auston. Instead, Sydney, Steph, Mitch, Freddie and plenty of others have all left you texts about how good of a singer you are. You whip your head up to Auston, who attempts to look nonchalant, as you immediately scroll to Instagram. On both his story and as an actual post is a video of you singing and dancing exuberantly to ‘Livin’ On a Prayer.’ Every so often, Auston switches the screen back to his face, where he’s desperately trying not to laugh.

“Someone’s ready for hockey season to start #GoLeafsGo” is the caption that accompanies the video.

“Now everyone knows how terrible of a singer I am!” You groan, cheeks going red. Auston pulls you onto his lap, kissing your nose.

“Yeah, but they also know that I have the most supportive girlfriend in the world.” Auston starts to kiss you again.

“I’m never going to get to take you sightseeing.”

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