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gguk-n · 6 months ago

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Mission- Cheer up Logan

I've just had a sad dream with Logan in it and I told him how much I love him and how important he is after watching all the shit Williams and Vowles have been doing. I need this to heal myself. I hope it heals everyone rooting for Logan too

Summary- Literal Logan fluff.

Y/N didn't dislike many people and hate would be a strong word in her dictionary but right now James Vowles and the Williams racing team made her hate them with the tirade they had going against her poor boyfriend which was pissing her off; worst of all, it was affecting Logan. Her happy puppy of a boyfriend was lost. He would either be at work or looking lost and depressed at home. They no longer had witty conversations going on or Y/N teasing Logan any and every chance she got. He would barely smile at her at times. So, Y/N took it upon herself to make her Logan happy.

It was one of those days, the weather was bright and sunny, Logan didn't have to go to work and the previous GP may have been bad but it was slightly better. It was around 9 and they were still in bed. Y/N woke up to Logan 'asleep' at least he pretended to be. She knew him like the back of her hand and every time he acted like he was sleeping his eyes would be shut tight. This habit of his made her smile. She looked up at him while resting her palms against his chest.

Y/N POV

"Good morning, baby boy" I whispered followed by a kiss on the lip which was followed by a grunt and covering his face with the blanket. "Babe, we need to good shopping, we're out of everything." I emphasised. "You can do that alone" he said, still under the duvet. "Yes but you know I hate shopping alone and I wanna show off my super hot racer boyfriend to the world, come on." I said while pulling the covers off. His big blue eyes met mine and I pouted my lips. "I won't take long, I promise. Pinky promise." I exclaimed while holding out my pinky. "You're hurting my ribs, babe." came a strangled cry only to notice my elbow jabbing his ribs. I giggled while apologising and dragging him to the bathroom. We were dressed in 20 minutes and out the door. As Logan started the car, he looked at me and said, "The only reason you're taking me along is so that I can drive you there, right?" I was appalled at the accusation but replied with a smile, "one of the reasons, babe." I said. He laughed asking, "Couldn't you drive there yourself?" "Why would I do something when I have a pro who can do it for me." Logan shook his head. "I have the hottest formula 1 driver at my beck and call so am not even allowed to show him off; is an atrocity I say." dramatically sighing. Logan let out a big laugh, one I hadn't heard pass his lips in ages. It made my heart flutter and tears spring up in my eyes.

The car ride was filled with singing along to songs playing on the radio which we hadn't done in so long. It felt nice to be able to have my Logan back. The trip to the grocery store was uneventful. Once back, I made quick work of putting every thing away. I went back to Logan sat on the couch in the living room and made myself comfortable on his lap, "darling, what would you like for dinner?" He was pulled back from whatever thought he had as I sat on his lap, "Pizza and Pasta" He said. I looked him in the eyes and asked, "What about we go on a date?" Logan looked at me quizzically. "It could be a home date, like the good old days. We could cook together and then dress up to have dinner together. I even bought a few dresses I didn't get to show you." I elaborated.

Logan's POV

In all honesty I couldn't care what we did. I didn't really wanna go out and getting dressed just to eat at home was such a waste of time. But I couldn't say no, when her face was literally hoping for me to say yes. She kept looking at me expectantly and I didn't wanna let another person down, so I agreed. The way her face lit was better than winning any GP. She leaned in and gave me the sloppiest kiss and pulled me to the kitchen to help her cook. I would never say I could cook when Y/N did all the heavy lifting. "Baby boy, you look lost in thought. Is there another woman that is occupying your thoughts?" she said in a southern accent while placing both her arms around my shoulder and wrapping them around my neck. It made my breathe hitch; the effect this woman had on me even after so many years was shocking to say the least. I placed my hands on her waist and replied in an equally fake southern accent, "Darling, there ain't no woman worth my time when you're standing in front of me." "You better." she said while leaving multiple kissed on my face making me laugh. The cooking ended quiet quickly for two people; where one of them couldn't cook and the other kept violating ever health and safety protocol by kissing and touching the person next to them.

Y/N POV

We were almost done with dinner and I asked Logan to go dress up. I would get dressed just before plating the food in the guest room because I didn't want Logan to see the outfit I had planed for him. About 15 minutes later, Logan was back at the table and I left to get dressed. It took me only 20 minutes which was a record. I wore a black lacy mini-dress which barely covered my ass and tits at the same time but it made me look hot and that's all that mattered. I stepped out of the room to an eagerly waiting Logan.

Logan's POV

My mouth was on the floor when I saw what she was wearing. "You don't plan on wearing this out, do you?" I said and then quickly added, "If you did, I don't mind. I can fight but I need this image burnt into my retinas." I ogled. She giggled and walked towards me, "You can take it off, once dinner is over." She whispered in my ear. Dinner was done in record time. We headed to the bedroom so that I could hold her to her words.

While cuddling, Y/N said, "You know, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me." I cut her off because she was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Y/N shushed me, "Right now, I'm talking and you're gonna listen. I love you Logan Sargeant more than there are words that I can use to express myself. I'm so happy every day to wake up next to you and support you in achieving your dreams and aspirations. I hope you remember how good you are and deserve everything you've worked towards. A couple fuck ups don't undermine the talent and hard work that is Logan Sargeant. No matter what anyone says, you are the most handsome and talented driver that deserves to be in F1. Those assholes are blind to not be able to see your pure raw unfiltered talent. I love you baby boy." She finished her speech. There were tears in my eyes that had started flowing which Y/N wiped away with a kiss. I pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm so lucky to have you. Thank you for sticking with me. I promise I won't let you down or let anyone make me feel like crap again." She smiled while drawing a heart on my back. We fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.

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marve2014 · 2 years ago

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No Time Like the Present

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Part Two

Summary: Wednesday confesses to Enid about Y/N.

Warnings: Minor mention of violence.

Minors DNI

Word Count:2.0k Authors Note: All characters aged up to 18. Also, the note in the photo, is the note that Wednesday gave to reader.

“I don’t see this ending well Tyler. You know I’m sensitive.” You nervously tell him as the phone begins to ring.

“Shut it y/n, it’ll be fine. Just be quiet and I’ll pretend I’m alone.’’ He whispers. On the fourth ring you finally hear a loud voice answer the phone.

“This is Enid Sinclair; how can I help you?”

“Oh, hi Enid, this is Tyler, from the weathervane, Sheriff Galpin’s son.’’

“I know who you are Tyler, we’ve met before.’’ Enid states plainly.

You hit Tyler with a pillow and mouth idiot to him, making him hit you back with the pillow.

“On yeah, so sorry about that. I was calling to talk to Wednesday. My coworker told me she stopped by looking for me. Is she available to talk? " Tyler asks as you start to pace around the room nervously.

“Alright, sure, here she is.” Enid replies and gives the phone to Wednesday.”

“Hello Tyler, why were you not at work today? I needed a ride to the train station like you said you would give me. If you weren’t going to take me, you could’ve told me, and I would’ve found a different way to get there.” Wednesday says blankly.

“I’m sorry about that. I had some personal stuff going on.” Tyler explains. “I heard you met Y/N today though. She relayed you needing me so here I am.”

“Your personal problems hold no importance to me and yes, I met her. Incompetent at best. She sat with me when I wanted to be alone and then wasted the cafés money by giving me a croissant that I didn’t even eat. Not to mention her abysmal ability to control a crowd. You really shouldn't leave her alone in there you know, she’s a nuisance.” Wednesday complained as you suddenly stop walking and just stare at the ground trying to not tear up.

You snatch the phone from Tyler and loudly state “Yeah, well you’re not all sunshine and daisies either Wednesday Addams.” Hanging up before she has a chance to respond and handing Tyler back his phone.

“I am so sorry y/n. I had no idea she would say something like that.” Tyler says as he watches your cheeks turn red from embarrassment.

“I told you it was a bad idea, come on let’s go eat dinner.” You pull Tyler by the arm back downstairs and see your mom and Tyler’s dad heading to the table. Sitting down Tyler sits cross from you and both parents sit across from each other.

The first person to speak is Sheriff Galpin. “So, y/n, how are you enjoying working at the café?”

“It’s pretty good” you respond “I get all the free coffee I want and most of the customers are nice. Working with Tyler is fun as well. He’s become like my only friend.” You giggle and start putting some of the pasta your mom made on your plate.

“I’m so glad you’re enjoying it baby.” Your mother states as she smiles up at you fondly.

All four of you continue making light conversation just enjoying each other’s company having no idea the panic currently happening across town at Nevermore academy; specifically, what is occurring in one Wednesday Addams’ dorm room.

Currently at Nevermore:

Wednesday Stares down at the phone trying to process exactly what just happened she’s frozen in the spot she’s standing unable to form a coherent sentence. Enid finally snaps her out of her panicked state by taking the phone from her grasp.

“So, would you like to talk about what just happened? Because I sure would.” Enid states as she forces Wednesday to sit in front of her typewriter.

“I would rather carve my eyes out than talk about that.” Wednesday glares as she stands and starts to pace back and forth frantically and begins to mumble under her breath.

“Why? Why did I say that? I didn’t mean it. She was actually nice to me. Why why why?!” Wednesday finally catches her breath and looks up at Enid “She smiled at me."

“Okay? And?” Enid asks.

“You don’t understand! She smiled at me, and it made me feel like I was the only person she was looking at; I absolutely hated it.” Wednesday says as she grabs one of Enid’s stuffed animals and wraps her hands around its neck.

“Okay, so you don’t like her?” A confused Enid questions.

“She called me pretty, no one has ever been dumb enough to call me pretty. I watched her for like 20 minutes while she worked all because she was smiling!” Wednesday starts to touch her face not expecting to find a layer of warmth and redness coating her cheeks.

“My face feels warm Enid, I think I’m going to be sick. Why is it so warm?”

“It’s not warm Wednesday, you’re talking about her and blushing.” Enid explains as she smiles at the poor girl’s confusion.

“I do not blush!” Wednesday yells. “Take it back or you will not wake up tomorrow” She threatens.

“No can-do bestie, you’re blushing! OMG you like her, like her.”

“No.” Wednesday argues.

“Yes!”

"No Enid" Wednesday Growls

“Yes Wednesday!” Enid begins dancing around the room singing loudly “Wednesday has a girlfriendddddd”.

“I do not have a girlfriend you idiot; I am meant to be alone.” Wednesday says sullenly.

“You’re going to be alone if you don’t go to the café and apologize to her!” Enid says seriously.

“I can’t do that. I may have a black heart and murderous tendencies, but I can feel embarrassment and I refuse to embarrass myself, especially in front of her! This is why I’m meant to be alone.”

Enid glares at her and says “Oh, shut up. Go apologize tomorrow and make her understand that you don’t have normal people emotions. You’re an Addams; nothing about you is normal.” Enid states as she smiles and crawls into her bed.

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said” Wednesday notes. “She’s already making me soft; I really am my father’s daughter. Ugh, Dreadful.” Wednesday rolls her eyes and decides to go to sleep so she can go to the café first thing in the morning and try and catch Y/N at work.

The Following Morning:

Y/N P.O.V.

“Tyler, I’m telling you right now, if she or anyone from Nevermore shows up, I will throw myself on the ground and pretend to be dead.” You dramatically say as you both start opening the store and getting ready for the morning rush.

“Please don’t, I don’t need you hitting your head on the cabinet, AGAIN.” Tyler laughs.

“That was one time and I thought I saw a spider. You also said if I gave you $10.00 you would never bring it up again! Pay me back or I’m going to post the video of you slipping on wet coffee and tag every person we know!” You joke as the front doorbell chimes, and you get a small line of customers.

Working in sync, you and Tyler managed to clear the line until you both came face to face with the last customer in line- Wednesday Addams.

You immediately dropped to the ground as promised and squeezed your eyes shut, playing dead. You stayed that way for at least three minutes until peeking one eye open and seeing both Wednesday and Tyler towering over you; Wednesday showing no emotion and Tyler trying his hardest not to laugh.

“Well, this is awkward.” You state, making your way back upright to your feet.

“Do you often faint at the sight of others?” Wednesday asks blankly.

“Tyler, please tell Wednesday that I’m not talking to people who think I’m a nuisance." you say rudely. "I’m going on my break, tell her she better be gone by the time I get back, or I’m leaving work early today.” You walk out without another look in her direction, throwing your apron on the counter.

Wednesday looked down and mumbles under her breath “You should have told me you weren’t alone; I wouldn’t have said anything like that.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have said it in the first place, Y/N is a nice person, not a nuisance.” Tyler counters her argument as he makes her usual drink.

“Look Tyler, I need her to talk to me so I can explain. I’m going to write her a note on this napkin, please give it to her.” Wednesday asks as she reaches for a napkin and begins writing.

“Here and give her Enid’s number as well please. I’m going to go so she can continue to work.” Wednesday leaves and 10 minutes later you come back in to see only Tyler and a customer ordering a coffee to go.

“She left and asked me to please give you this as well as Enid’s phone number.” Tyler says as he hands you the folded note.

You read the note and roll your eyes, deciding that you would not be telling her if you were going to be showing up or not. Shoving the note in your back pocket, you look at Tyler “Do you think I should meet her?”

“I think that Wednesday Addams is the most complicated person I have ever met and that there is more to her than just being dark. I think you should go. If I remember you did call her the love of your life.” Making his way over, he gives you Enid’s phone number.

“Well, I’m not calling to let her know, she shows up or she doesn’t; and if she makes me wait, I’m leaving.” You say confidently.

“Good choice, now back to work.” He smiles and makes you an iced coffee.

The rest of your shift goes by without a hitch, you decide to go home and change instead of showing up in your work clothes smelling like coffee. Walking into the house you notice your mother is still at work, so you have the house to yourself. After showering you pick your clothes, nothing too fancy, you don’t want Wednesday thinking you put too much effort into this affair. You settle on a pair of black leggings, black booties, and a cream-colored long sleeve dress that ends mid-thigh. You settle on a neutral eye look with and a matte nude lipstick. Looking over yourself one last time in the mirror, you think you look amazing and head out to the carnival.

Upon arriving you see a mix of kids from Nevermore and Jericho, all playing games and enjoying themselves. You walk over to where there is a short line for food and wait patiently before deciding to go ahead and go to the forests edge. Upon getting there you see a strange boy in glasses walk into the woods as he mutters nonsense to himself. You slowly begin to follow him to see what is going on. Hearing leaves rustling behind you, you see Wednesday with her finger raised to her lips telling you to be quiet. She walks up to you trying to make as little noise as possible.

“I know you’re mad at me, but I need you to stay here, do not follow me into the woods any further please. I need you to trust me; Something bad is going to happen and I can not have you there. Do you understand?” Wednesday asks as she has a firm hold on your shoulders looking you directly in the eyes.

You continue to stare at her and just shake your head yes and watch her head into the woods. After about 5 minutes of silence, you disregard what she said and start to walk further until you stumble upon Wednesday being held up to a tree 10 feet in the air and a boy ranting about her being the demise of Nevermore and how he needed to kill her. You go to scream at him to let her go but are met with growls from a monster you have never seen before. You see the boy get attacked and Wednesday fall to the ground.

“WEDNESDAY!” you yell before everything fades to black.

Taglist: @athenablack1959 @deadpool-in-a-snood @wednesdayiswoe

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x fem!reader #wednesday series #wednesday season 1 #wednesday addams fanfic #wednesday fanfic #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams x reader #parttwo #no time like the present

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mysticalrambling · 3 years ago

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Hi this is mine request, y/n and chris (evans) are married and the have 2 kids, Emma and Jason, and y/n takes Emma to get there nails and hair done they have a girls day , while the boys a a boys day at home, and when y/n and Emma comes home, the boys have cooked dinner for the girls and later that night the have a family movie night, in matching pyjama's

A/N: I loved the plot line and I was happy to write about it. This is what I came up with and I might have added a few more things to the plot line. I love dad Chris Evans and I would love to write more about him. Hope you guys like it and please tell me what you think about it.

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Family Time (C.E)

Chris Evans Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master list)

Warnings: None. Fluff all the way.

Summary: dad! Chris Evans x reader. Chris and the reader spends the whole day with their family. They enjoy the free day with their children and enjoy every moment of it.

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Having two kids was a bittersweet experience for the two of you as they were close in age so they fought a lot. It could be over the simplest of things such as who will eat in which bowl or who will cuddle with daddy at night. Emma and Jason loved each other to death but Jason being the elder was sometimes a little too stubborn. The one thing that always came as a shock to Chris’s family was that your son was a total daddy’s boy and vice versa for your daughter. Your family was always a little different from the others and you loved it.

“Mommy, Jacey pulled on my hair and threw my dollies to the ground.” Fat tears poured down her baby blue eyes as she jumped on your shared bed, effectively waking you both up. Chris just groaned and buried his head in the soft pillows and hands placed on his ears. You didn’t blame him, you both were up pretty late last night because Jason had a severe stomach ache. But he was okay now, considering he was busy annoying his younger sister.

“I will scold him but can you lie down with daddy now so I could freshen up and make you guys breakfast.”

“But I want to stay with you-,” she began to protest and you quickly silenced her by promising a girls only day.

“Besides, you don’t want to cuddle with daddy?” Chris growled playfully and started tickling your three and a half year old daughter. Taking this as your cue to leave, you went to the washroom. Meanwhile, Jason also joined the two of them in bed and lazed around for the whole morning, You prepared pancakes and scrambled eggs that was your family’s favorite breakfast and put out some dog food for Dodger.

“I want dad to feed me today.” Your five year old son declared when Emma sat on Chris’s lap to be pampered by him.

You sensed a fight heading towards the dining room and you quickly tried to diffuse the situation. “You are going to spend the whole day with your father today so let him feed Emma, please.” He huffed out a fine and you cut his pancakes in to little pieces.

“I am thinking of taking James to do some grocery shopping and then spend the whole day at home.” Chris was free today because his shooting does not start until Monday and he wanted to spend as much time possible with his family before he gets busy. He always hated being apart from you guys and would feel bad if he missed out an important step in his children’s life because of his career. You guys were truly blessed to have him in your life.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I will get them both ready for the day and then we can all get on with our day.” Pecking him on the lips, you took the kids to your room and Chris went to clean the dishes.

“Mommy, I don’t want to sit in the booster seat. I want to sit with you.”

“No, baby, it is not safe.” She was hell bent on her request today and you just ran out of patience. Snapping at her, you were instantly filled with guilt because tears pooled in her eyes.

“Darling, I am sorry. Babe, can you drop Emma and I at the parlor before going to the supermarket?”

“Sure. Just let me get my keys.” Sitting in the middle of two booster seats was highly uncomfortable but you would do it for your children. The whole car ride was filled with both the kids babbling about their school and day care respectively. Your husband silently made eye contact with you from the rearview mirror and you knew he was thanking you. “When should I pick you both up?”

“I’ll text you half an hour earlier.” Getting Emma out of her seat, you walked towards your favorite salon. You already knew that Emma wanted a mixture of blue and pink nail polish because colors are gender neutral. Chris always made sure that your kids never follow the obscene rules set by the society.

“We are going to have so much fun, mommy.” The little girl skipped towards the reception and stood on her tip toes to see you make the reservation.

“Baby, do you want to get a haircut as well?”

“Are you getting one?”

“Yes.”

“Then I want one as well.” The receptionist smiled at your daughter’s excitement and complimented her saying that she looked just like Chris. Emma puffed out her cheeks and mumbled, “I look like my mommy.”

“Sorry. You are a carbon copy of your mother. Now, I have you two stationed right next to each other and you have manicure first.”

On the other side, Chris sat his little boy in the trolley and marveled at how big he was slowly getting. He had decided to properly pamper his family today and an Italian dinner was just a start. One of the things that you always craved in both your pregnancies was his pasta pomodoro and he sometimes had to make it at three in the morning to satisfy your cravings.

“Daddy, can I get some cookies?”

“Yes, but only one because we don’t want you to have stomach ache.” Chris quickly finished the grocery shopping and then went in to Cartier. Pampering his girls was his top most priority today so he had already ordered a bracelet for you with all of the family’s birth stones engraved in it, He also ordered the same exact bracelet for his baby girl just in a smaller size. Emma always wanted the same exact things as her mother and Chris always tried to fulfill her wish.

“Can we get them some pretty flowers, as well?” Quickly, he wiped all the cookie crumbles from Jason’s face and agreed with him. They decided on getting them some pink roses because you both loved them.

The moment they arrived at the house, they quickly got to cooking but Chris made sure that he went no way near the stove. He was given the task to open up the spaghetti packet and picking out the red carrots.

Meanwhile, you both got your nails done with you opting for a bright yellow colour. Chris’s favorite colour. You got your hair cut in square layers while Emma just got a nice trim for her dirty blonde hair. Both the kids had inherited Chris’s hair and eyes but the nose and the smile was all you. During the whole time, you and your daughter talked about anything and everything. She talked about the cute boy in her daycare and how she wanted to be his friend but she got a whole circus running around in her tummy.You just chuckled and thought to not tell Chris because he will freak out and bully that poor boy.

After about two hours, Chris and James came to pick you both up and the whole way back, both the kids kept bickering with each other. The moment you opened the front door to your house, your favorite aroma hit you and a blissful sigh escaped your lips. “Have I told you this new look suits you a lot?” Your husband took you in a backside hug while both your munchkins ran towards the dining room.

“Just like a thousand times from the moment you picked us up. Is this dinner a hint?”

“Well, it’s true and maybe it is.” You kissed him slowly on the lips because the prospect of another kid was exciting to say the least.

“Daddy, I want the pasta!” Emma screamed from across the hallway and you both made your way towards them. The dining was all set and the kids were already sitting at their assigned places with their plastic forks in hand. Chris quickly served the food and you all got to eating. Dodger was sitting by your chair and happily munching on his food. Making silent eye contact with your husband, you guys silently agreed on having another kid. You were thrilled.

They all went to their rooms and came out in their matching Captain America pjs that Chris bought from Los Angeles the last time he was there for shooting. He always loved the idea of twinning with his famiily.

“We have a little surprise for you, don’t we, Jason?” The boy ran towards the living room and you all followed suit. Chris gave you a bouquet with a red long box and Jason did the same but with a smaller size to his baby sister.

The moment you saw the content in the jewelry box, tears welled up in your eyes. This was such a thoughtful gift and there was an empty place in the bracelet for a new gemstone. “You thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“I am giving you a lot of hints, here.”

“You don’t have to convince me, baby. I was thinking about this as well.”

“Then, it’s done. Baby number three of our family.”

“Thank you, daddy,” Emma jumped on Chris from the back and he immediately caught her in his arms.

“No problem, baby. Which movie do you guys want to watch?” He asked but he already knew the answer.

“Lion King!” There were a lot of things that your kids didn’t agree with but this was an exception. They were both die hard fans of Lion King.

“Aw, I thought we will watch Captain America today. But that’s okay, I guess.” He pretended to be hurt by their answer but the kids took it seriously.

“No, daddy. We love Captain America and we can watch it today.” Little hands cupped his light stubbled cheeks and Chris just smiled at his two babies. He was so lucky to have them and he could not wait for a third one.

“It’s okay, bubs. I was just kidding, We can watch it tomorrow. Today is Lion King’s day.” They all got together under the blanket and kept all the snacks on their laps. This was what Chris wanted the whole day; his whole family under his arms, happy.

“I love you.” He whispered to you while you cleaned off Emma’s sticky fingers and the drool on Jason’s chin.

“I love you, too.” You spent the whole night on that couch and somewhere in between the movie, Dodger came up and cuddled to your side. Your life was blissful and it was all because of Chris, the love of your life.

Hope you guys liked it!!

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A/N: This is just some family dribble that I wrote related to Chris Evans. I just love the idea of dad Chris. Send me some ideas related to Chris as a family man and I will be happy to write about it. Tell me if you wanted to be in the taglist.

Tag list: @maximeevansblog, @justile

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years ago

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please please a part 2 of that gamer!geralt au, them doing something like Q&A

Nonie, I hope you know what you signed up for. This got out of hand lmao. like 2.4k of Q&A kind of out of hand.

Warnings: swearing, talk of drinking to excess, kinda spicy questions, lil kisses, idk how but I meant for this to be goofy and horny and it got kinda soft? what’s new?

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“Holy shit,” Geralt sat staring at his phone as he mindlessly stirred pasta.

“I swear to god, if you found a way to burn noodles-” Jaskier turned away from the blender to wave a wooden spoon covered in pesto puree.

Geralt shook his head and held his phone up to him, scrolling through the replies to a tweet as he did, going on for ages as Jaskier’s jaw slowly got closer to the floor.

“What are those for?!”

“I put up a poll for a boyfriend Q&A or a game review and not a single person has voted for the game review.” Geralt was still scrolling through questions people wanted answered as he watched Jaskier’s face go from shock to confusion to a smug grin.

“They love me,” he sang, kicking his heel up as he turned back to the pasta sauce.

Geralt rolled his eyes and started screenshotting some of the less invasive questions, shaking his head and muttering, “Course they do.”

Geralt pressed record, waited a moment, and heaved a dramatic, long-suffering sigh, “You guys literally didn’t even give me a choice on this one,” he reached off frame and scruffed Jaskier, plopping him down on the couch with him.

Jaskier didn’t stay where he was put for even a moment, using his momentum to bounce up onto Geralt’s lap with a shit-eating grin, “Oh? Are we rolling?”

Geralt dropped his forehead to Jaskier’s shoulder, stifling a laugh, “This is gonna be a long one.”

“Yeah, it is,” Jask agreed, then turned to the camera, stroking Geralt’s hair, “My fans want more!”

“OH-kay,” Geralt manhandled Jaskier to sit next to him which earned him a pout and a leg draped over his lap as he continued his intro, “I’ve got a bunch of questions from twitter. I didn’t even have to confirm which video we would do, you guys just went straight for the kill. I picked a few, Jask picked a few, neither of us knows which ones the other picked.” he turned to see Jaskier wiggle his eyebrows at the camera, “Why am I thinking you picked the raunchy ones?”

The brunet pretended to be offended before he smirked, “Only a few.”

Geralt rolled his eyes. “Of course,” he nudged Jask with his shoulder and opened up his phone to his screenshots, “Okay! First up is AdamSandlersBitch, nice name. They asked what Jaskier’s favorite gaming console and game to play is.” he turned to Jaksier with raised eyebrows.

His boyfriend cringed, “My.. my phone? I don’t know? I play a lot of Candy Crush while I listen to podcasts?”

Geralt smiled sweetly, “Wait what about Stardew Valley? I thought you started that?”

“I did!” Jaskier brightened up for a moment before he deflated again, “But I got confused and then the ADHD made me bake cookies.”

“Those were good cookies. I’ll play with you if you want?” Geralt’s normal ‘streamer dude’ persona melted away while he played with the rips on Jaskier’s jeans.

Jask leaned forward and kissed his temple, “I’d love that.”

Geralt blushed, even after years, Jaskier’s affection still caught him off guard.

“Mkay! My turn!” Jaskier flashed his devilish grin and read, in his most obnoxious voice, “Dwn2Clwn said ‘do you two live together? Have you said ‘i love you’? And who tops?’”

Geralt’s mouth twisted into an upside-down U as he stared at Jaskier in muted surprise, “Honestly, not as bad as I expected.”

Jaskier looped his arm around Geralt’s, “I’m starting off easy.”

Geralt let his mock-disapproving gaze linger just a bit before he answered, “The living together is kind of new-like a few months. This one said ‘I love you’ on, what? The fourth date? Fifth?”

“Fourth.”

“No, it was the fifth, Eskel locked himself out on the fourth. Remember?”

“Shit you’re right,” Jaskier gave the camera a stern look, “In my defense, we’d been friends for a good four years before this. I wasn’t just confessing my love to a tinder date - though I have done that before.”

Geralt nodded, “That was very amusing.”

Jaskier tapped his nose, “Don’t avoid the last part, darling.”

Geralt huffed and stared down the camera, and, in the most matter of fact tone possible, said, “We switch. Compromise, folks. Can’t have one person doing all the work all the time.”

Jaskier nodded sagely, patting Geralt's chest, “We got a pow-”

Geralt clamped his hand over Jaskier’s mouth, 100% sure he was going to say ‘power bottom pillow princess’, “Nope. I’ll get demonetized for that.”

“But not who tops?” Jaskier asked through Geralt’s fingers.

He just shrugged, “I don’t make the rules.”

Jaskier tapped his phone and raised his eyebrows, telling him to move to the next question.

“Mis- Mischanication? Shit I hope I said that right, Mischanication asked, ‘would you ever get a pet together?’ We did! Her name is Roach and she’s a little shit! I told Jaskier not to feed her, but he did, now we have the snuggliest, crankiest cat I’ve ever met!”

Jaskier had gotten up to pluck Roach from her perch on the windowsill when Geralt had read the question and plopped down with her as Geralt finished his proud speech, “She’s not a little shit! She’s just delicate! Isn’t that right, darling?”

Geralt scratched under her chin and cooed, “You are a nasty little dragon baby, aren't you?! Just a little garbage child! Yes, you are. We love the tiny demon beast.”

“Geralt!”

He snickered and kissed Jaskier’s hair, “Next question, love.”

Jaskier grumbled something about positive reinforcement as Roach scampered back to her cat tree and he unlocked his phone for his next tweet, “This darling wants to remain anonymous,” Geralt gave him some serious side-eye at that, “they said ‘I think I’m in love with the flower twink, where can I find one of my own?’”

Geralt frowned at the camera and pulled Jaskier onto his lap, holding him close and snuggling into his chest, almost growling, “Hands off.”

Jaskier giggled, brushing Geralt’s hair out of his face as he talked to the camera, “You heard the man. Unfortunately, I was not mass-produced and I’ve been spoken for.”

Geralt looked up at him with what could only be called suspicious puppy eyes, “You picked that one just to sit in my lap didn’t you?”

“Yes. And because I want to change my socials to ‘flower twink’.”

“Do it,” Geralt kept Jaskier on his lap as he swiped to his next question, “Eggsfuckingsuck - heh, my dad hates eggs- Eggsfuckingsuck says, ‘what is the most embarrassing thing you’ve caught each other doing/saying?’ Oh boy, do I have a story for you!”

"Oh I couldn't say the thing but you can tell this story!?"

"...you have a point... Check my insta stories. I'll put it there after I post this."

Jaskier nodded, ever so pleased, and turned to the camera, "Our dear Yennefer of sorceryglammour once beat Geralt at trivia night when the theme was 'video games'."

“We did shots before we went to the bar and she goaded me and Lambert into a chugging competition before the round started. I’m telling you, she planned this. Yen is ruthless.” Geralt desperately tried to justify his defeat but Jaskier was having none of it.

“She’s mostly harmless, plus I have video evidence from that night. You weren’t that far gone.”

“Pull it up! Let’s settle it.”

Jaskier patted Geralt’s head like one would a toddler, “I’d have to get my old laptop out. Later, darling.”

Geralt had a smug look on his face, “That means he doesn’t have it anymore.”

“Next question!” Jaskier squeaked, not at all changing the subject.

Geralt shrugged, “If you admit I won that one.”

“It’s not a competition!” Jaskier laughed, looking down at him with that stupidly smitten look on his face.

“Hmmm…” Geralt tilted his chin up defiantly, “if you say so.”

Jaskier kissed him, lingering a little bit more than could be considered chaste, “I do.”

Geralt looked up at him, batting his eyelashes, “Fine then, next question.”

Jaskier handed him his phone and he read it off leaning his head on Jaskier’s shoulder, “CountryBumpkin42 asked if we play any instruments. I play the recorder very poorly, but Jask plays everything.”

“Not everything, but yes, I could cover a Trans Siberian Orchestra song if I had a pedalboard with enough loop settings.” Jaskier preened.

“And more,” Geralt added, counting on his fingers as he spoke, “In this house alone he has two pianos, three different types of guitars, a drumset, a violin and fiddle, a flute and piccilo, an oboe, a mandolin, a lute, bongos, saxophone, clarinet, tambourine, trumpet, and xylophone. Did I get them all?”

Jaskier glanced from side to side with a guilty look, “Ah… no, I bought a bass sax that showed up last night.”

“Oh, did Thursday at 3 decide they wanted to switch after all?”

“Yeah! She got the third chair as a freshman on a loaner instrument! I’m very proud!”

Geralt seemed to remember they were recording and turned back to the camera, “J teaches music at the university and does private lessons.”

“It’s how I can afford such a pretty trophy boyfriend,” Jaskier teased, ruffling Geralt’s hair and earning a little chuckle.

“Mkay, what do you have next?”

Jaskier smoothed Gearalt’s hair back down as he read the next question, “3R4108F6!J asks if we have any cute nicknames for each other.”

Geralt’s eyebrows nearly flew past his hairline, “J has a new one for me almost every day.”

“Its true,” Jaskier nodded, “I am a slut for cute nicknames. This morning was Ger Bear, one of my faves. I called him Thumbs for a bit, I lovingly call him Dumb Fuck rather often.”

“And he is Dip Shit, it’s balanced. I usually just shorten names? Jask or J is usually it, right?” Geralt asked, shifting so Jaskier was sitting on the couch between his legs and they were both turned out toward the camera but very much still cuddling.

“And when I’m being childish I get Alfie. But Geralt is much more deliberate and specific with his nicknames. It’s a bit of a friendship level up when he uses nicknames.”

Geralt frowned at him, “I do that?”

Jaskier giggled, “You never noticed?”

He tilted his head, giving Jaskier a quizzical look, “Not at all.”

Jaskier cupped Geralt’s cheek, “You’re so cute.”

Geralt blushed again, leaning into the touch just a tad, “Who’s turn is it?”

“Yours,” Jaskier hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Okay,” Geralt blushed even more, “I had this one as an alternate, but uh, Yen asked what we’d name our first kid?”

Jaskier leaned into Geralt’s shoulder and hummed as he thought for a moment, “I always like Blake or Spencer, but I seem to remember you saying something about old world traditional names?”

Geralt nodded, absentmindedly running his fingers up and down Jaskier’s arm, “My grandma was hoping each of us boys would be a girl and wanted mum to name us Cirilla every time. I quite like it, but I’m rather open as long as I don’t know someone with the name. I really like Eric?”

“Oo, I like Eric.”

“But you like the neutral names.”

“I do, but it’s your hypothetical kiddo too.”

Geralt gave him a little squeeze, “There’s time for that later. What’s your next one?”

Jaskier snorted when he looked at his phone, “What are your guys’ love languages?”

Geralt just looked down at Jask, completely entangled in his arms, then up to the camera, “I’m gonna hazard a guess at physical touch.”

“Yeah, I think that’s a safe bet,” Jaskier giggled, “I haven’t taken the quiz in years, but I was that and gifts.”

“Oh, yeah. Physical touch and words of affirmation. I got like a 0 on acts of service and gifts, but I really like giving gifts.”

“Mhm, yes you do,” Jaksier wiggled his eyebrows, then turned to the camera, “I also had no idea you could have different giving and receiving languages till I met this one.”

Geralt nodded then turned to him with a slight frown, “you know I really thought your questions were going to be more graphic.”

“Oh, honey I saved the best for last,” Jaskier winked.

“Fuck me,” Geralt grumbled before reading off his last question, “Cali852 asked what we did for Pride.”

Jaskier’s eyes lit up, “Oh Pride was fun. We watched the parade, of course, then Yen did our makeup and… and where did we go after that?”

Geralt looked like he’d been waiting for this, “We went to a club, where you ordered three kamakazis, knocked them all back, danced for twenty minutes, then I took you home.”

“N-no… we went to the beach, didn’t we?”

“That was the year before. We were going to go to the drag show at our regular bar too, but someone had just finished grading finals and went a little too hard.”

Jaskier grinned, “Speaking of finals, time for the last question. I had a different one in mind but if the thing I cant say from earlier would get this demonetized then that defintitelyi would. So we’re going with ‘what is the wackest placy y’all banged?’”

Geralt snorted, “Shit who knows anymore?”

“Well there was the boat?”

“Or the train?”

“Nah, too standard. What about the cabin?”

“Heh, no I think your o-”

“I don’t have tenure darling,” It was Jaskier’s turn to slap his hands over Geralt’s mouth, “The answer is a dilapidated structure my parents still try to call a cabin out in the foothills.”

Geralt laughed and pulled his hand away, “Okay, that can be the answer.”

“Is that it? Now we just say bye?” Jaskier looked between Geralt and the camera.

Geralt shrugged, “Yeah. You wanna say the thing?”

Jaskier wiggled with a little pride and excitement, “Don’t forget to like and subscribe! Bye Fuckers!”

They both waved for a couple seconds before Geralt got up and turned the camera off. He popped out the memory card and was going to immediately start loading it onto his computer but Jask hooked his finger through a belt loop as he walked past and tugged him back down.

“I’m tired. Snuggle with me.”

Geralt hummed, “We just snuggled that whole time.”

Jaskier heaved a dramatic sigh, “I know and this is exhausting. I don’t know how you talk to a camera all day.”

Geralt stretched to set the chip on top of his laptop before collapsing back on top of Jaskier who had stretched the length of the couch, “Are you making fun of me?” he teased.

Jaskier cupped his face between his hands and pulled him up for a deep kiss, “Oh never.”

#geraskier #gamer geralt #streamer geralt #teacher jaskeir #noob jaskeir #geraskier boyfriends #geraskier fluff #soft geraskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier fic #geraskier modern au #the witcher modern au #look this is so self indulgent i hope yall still like it #lmao

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liddolwhynot2000 · 4 years ago

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please i need some erwin fluff after all that angst in Chains— please🥺(also i loveee your writing!! you're amazing!!!)

Hi! Thank you so so much! I'm glad you've enjoyed my work 😊. It brings me alot of joy 💕

I'm not in a story writing mood right now. But I am in a headcannon mood. So, here's a liddol list of Erwin fluff:

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() Erwin hates dancing at military balls, because he spends so much time having to suck up to noble men and women to secure funding. But when it comes to you, he absolutely adores dancing. It's late at night, the two of you light up some candles, and simply sway together.

His hands are settled around your waist, while you're humming as you rest your head on his chest. The two of you are absolutely content with each other.

() Whenever he dresses up for these military balls, he has to wear formal attire. He loves it when you stand on your toes to tie his tie around his neck. Erwin thinks it's amusing watching you grumble at the height difference and steals a kiss from you.

() he enjoys walking in on you cooking, often sneaking in behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You giggle as buries his head into the side of your neck, laying soft kisses. He doesn't like the part where you shoo him away so you can cook in peace.

() this man is smooth af

'Would you still-'

'Yes.'

'But I haven't even- '

'Yes.

'.....Would you still love me if I had one eye?'

'Yes dear. '

() Erwin as a dad would be amazing. He would finish his paperwork, completely calm, even though his one year old is climbing all over him. His favourite mornings are when he opens his eyes to the light of his life leaning over him, babbling and trying to wake him up. Those teeny tiny hands make him go ⭐~uwu~⭐

() Lives for his time off. He used to be a workaholic, but ever since he's met you, he has determined to finish his work as quickly as possible. All so he can take you out on dates.

This man, modern verse or canon verse, would take you out to expensive restaurants. Your jaw would drop at the 14 course meal being served to you.

() You're taller then Levi and you can't help annoying him about it. Your absolute lack of self preservation while insulting humanity's shortest strongest makes Erwin love you even more.

'Listen up you shitty woman-'

'Huh? Sorry, can't hear you from all the way up here.'

Aaaand it makes him fear for your life a little too.

() You're an amazing cook-Erwin, not so much. He can cut things you need him to, but leave this man alone to do three more steps then you've instructed and the kitchen will never look the same again.

On the bright side, in a modern world, this guy would be a super rich CEO who could afford to nearly burn down his kitchen in a kinda pathetic attempt to make you something.

Rumour has it, those firefighters still debate on how one man managed to nearly burn his kitchen to crisp while trying make pasta.

() He loves, loves going on picnics with you. Absolutely adores having you lean against him and the two of you watch the sun set together.

He enjoys it even more when the two of you have children, his baby girl crawling around them as they bask in the view is his favourite place to be.

() How he started making the moves on you? Your bangs always get in your face, and Erwin finds it cute to watch you get frustrated in your attempts at pushing them back.

He gets close to you, and smoothly tucks the rebellious strands of hair behind your ear. He smirks a little, when he sees you blush.

And Levi pretends to throw up in the background

() How did he propose? Well, if its Canon verse, it's a not too extravagant proposal right at home. Maybe he pretends to trip and fall. And then he's kneeling, with a ring in his hand.

In modern verse, you'd have to grit your teeth and pretend that you didn't see the 50 piece orchestra and the trucks of flowers. Let's not even get started on the ring.

() They make Levi babysit. Lmao, Mr & Mrs Smith going on dates, leaving their child behind with a grumpy, middle aged man that wants nothing more then to throw said child away because the brat is trying to eat his cravat and that is NOT acceptable brat behaviour.

'Oi stop it-you're just like your mother-'

Modern verse Mr & Mrs Smith leave secret cameras so they can watch the footage of Levi being absolutely helpless at the hands of a toddler before they go to bed. It's like their very own netflix show.

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#Attack on titan #Erwin Smith x reader #Erwin/reader #Fluff time #Liddol fluff headcanons #AOT #Snk

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a-solitary-marshmallow · 3 years ago

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Rewind Chapter 11 - Epilogue

“Will I remember any of this?”

Ford paused, hands stilling on his workbench as he considered the question. “…I don’t know.”

Stan swung his legs idly from where he was perched on another table in Ford’s lab, watching the nerd fiddle with his vials. One of them had a glimmering rainbow liquid in it that kinda looked like unicorn blood. “You said when I was an adult we were fighting. Do you think we’re just gonna keep fighting?”

“We’ll always be fighting a little bit.” Ford hedged.

“No, I mean real fighting. Not just arguments and stuff.”

“Then… no, not if I have any say in it.”

:readmore:

“Good.” Stan folded his arms. “Adult me kinda sounds like a jerk, so you gotta tell him I said to be nice. And you’ve been kind of a jerk too, so you also have to be nice.”

“I doubt a grown-up you will follow the instructions of a baby.”

“Hey! I’m not a baby!” Stan found a crumpled piece of paper nearby and lobbed it at Ford’s head. He missed, but it was the thought that counted. Ford let out a huff.

“Don’t throw things when I’m working with chemicals, Stanley. Unless you want me to spill it on myself and also turn into a baby. Then who would cure you?”

“Not a baby!”

Stan didn’t throw anything else, though. Only because there was nothing nearby to throw.

“I honestly don’t know how much you’ll remember.” Ford admitted after a while, twirling a test tube to mix its contents. It looked pretty boring for what was basically a magic potion, just clear and grey. It wasn’t even bubbling. “You might completely forget everything that happened when you were de-aged. In which case, I don’t know how I’ll explain everything.”

“Just start with the story of how I defeated an evil dream demon. It’s the coolest part.”

“It’s the most exciting part of the story,” Ford allowed, “But not the best place to start.”

“It’s the hook! That’s the best part of a story, you know.”

Ford lifted the boring test tube up to inspect it in the light. When Stan looked closer, it didn’t seem as clear – as he watched it was slowly getting cloudier, more silver than grey. He vaguely remembered something about that from science class – did that mean there was a chemical reaction? Or a physical reaction? He could never remember the difference between them.

Ford stared pensively at the vial, and after a few moments Stan cleared his throat. “Is that it?”

“Yes.” Ford started to turn to him and then hesitated again. “You just have to drink this to go back to your real age. I… hm. Are you ready? Do you want to have something to eat first? Or maybe go to bed and have it in the morning?”

Stan blinked. “It’s gonna make me older again, right? Why wait?”

“Well, I don’t know.” When Stan made grabby hands Ford relented and handed over the vial. It was cold to the touch, like it had just come from the fridge. Stan stared at the thick, silvery liquid and wondered what it would taste like. “When you touched water from the spring of youth you passed out for several hours. The same thing could happen now, so we should move you somewhere comfortable before you drink-”

Stan tipped the vial and swallowed its contents in one big gulp. Ford shrieked.

“Stanley! Why would you do that?”

It tasted kinda like dirty, metallic oranges and Stan screwed up his face. “Ew! Couldn’t you at least make it taste nice?”

Ford retorted something, but the sounds were a bit wobbly in his ears. Stan blinked hard to try and make his vision make sense. It was just a little bit off, fuzzy in the corners of his vision.

“…getting dizzy?” Ford’s voice swam through the air, thick and swampy, like Stan was breathing treacle. “…lie down…”

And then, quick as blinking, he was on the floor. That was rude, for the world to just flip over like that. Everything was clouds and Stan was very, very sleepy.

Something else was said, but he was too far away to hear it.

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When consciousness came – and it did come, as much as Stan wished he could sleep forever, dragging him up from the depths of hazy dreams he couldn’t remember – he knew exactly where he was.

There were soft sheets against his back, the faint whistle of wind through the pines outside, the taste of copper on his tongue. The spare bed felt smaller, now, and when his head shifted his stubbly cheek scratched against the pillow. It smelled faintly like dust.

“Stan? Are you waking up?”

Okay, that was Ford’s voice. But, there was still the possibility that this had all been a weird, vivid dream! That’s right, everything from the last couple days had been a dream. There were no gnomes, no dream demons, and in a moment Stan would open his eyes and be back inside the Stanleymobile.

He cracked his eyes open, blinking at the assault of light, and saw his brother’s face looking back at him.

…shit.

“Stan? Are you alright?” Ford was tapping his cheek, looking for a reaction. Stan grumbled and brushed him away.

“I’m fine. Hands off the merchandise.” His voice was rough with sleep, and Stan was almost surprised by how deep and gravelly it was compared to the childish squeaking he’d been doing lately.

Ford made a face, somewhere between worried and amused – an expression that Stan was familiar with from the last couple days. Dammit. He just had to remember all that. Ugh, and now Ford would want to talk and get all mushy.

“I’m fine.” Stan repeated, with nothing else to say. He got up on his elbows, and a quick glance around the room confirmed they were in the spare room he’d been sleeping in the last couple days. Still, he asked. “Where are we?”

“How much do you remember?” Ford asked urgently, making Stan blink. “Since you arrived here, I mean.”

“Uh… nothing.” He lied, like a liar. Ford’s face fell.

“…oh.”

Yeah, there was no way he could tell the truth here. He would die of embarrassment if he had to admit he remembered acting like a child and being all…sappy. Ford would look at him all weird and they would have to talk and that was just… ugh.

“Yep! I just remember getting here and then – poof! Nothing.” Stan went for a carefree laugh. “Man, did I get hit on the head with a coconut or something?”

Ford lowered himself onto the edge of the bed, looking crestfallen. “No, not quite. Do you – remember the argument we had?”

Nope, nope, feelings alert. Stan did not want to delve into that conversation.

“What argument? Probably about you being a nerd, huh? Jeez, am I hungry, you got any food in this joint?”

“Wha-”

Stan was already throwing the covers off (thank god he was wearing a nightrobe underneath, he didn’t think his pride could survive another hit). Ford spluttered as he got to his feet.

“Will you slow down?”

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After a couple tests which were obviously unnecessary (but Ford insist on anyway, the nerd) Stan was finally free to pull on some actual clothes and follow Ford to the kitchen. He hadn’t been lying earlier, hunger really was gnawing in his stomach, and he made a beeline for the fridge.

“-and so you were reverted back into a child,” Ford continued. The guy had absolutely no showmanship. Way to lose an audience, Stan muttered to himself as he grabbed the fridge door. He’d told him to start with the demon bit, but noooo. “That was a couple days ago. There have been some – well, it’s been eventful. I doubt you’ll believe me if I told you.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“By the way, my friend is on his way.” Ford added. Stan ducked down to inspect the fridge’s contents – at least it was better stocked than when he first arrived. He hummed in acknowledgement. “You – well, I suppose you won’t remember him. You’ll like him though. You did.”

“Is he a nerd liked you?”

Ford snorted.

Stan grabbed a box of leftover pasta and then went in search of a fork. “Well, let’s hope this Fiddleford guy can tell stories better than you, ya almost put me to sleep with the way you tell it.”

When he turned around, Ford was staring at him.

It took a moment for him to realize his mistake – by the time Stan opened his mouth to spew out some bullshit excuse, Ford was pointing an accusing finger at him.

“I didn’t tell you his name!”

“Yes you did!” Stan spluttered. “I mean, how else would I know his name unless you told me, huh? You ever think about that?”

Ford narrowed his eyes. “Stanley.”

“Stanford.” He parroted right back. The staring match continued for a few moments before Ford threw up his hands.

“Unbelievable! You’re such a liar.”

Stan took a large bite of pasta. Because he was hungry, not because he didn’t want to answer. Ford glared at him.

“I should have known you’d try to wriggle your way out of this. ‘I don’t remember’ my ass. What, were you just going to leave and pretend none of this ever happened?”

Stan shoveled more pasta into his mouth.

“Don’t think you can avoid talking with me. We are having this conversation whether you like it or not.”

‘No, we’re really not’ is what Stan meant to say. Unfortunately, the moment he took a breath to speak he started choking. Ford scowled and thumped him on the back as he coughed, getting bits of pasta all over the kitchen floor.

“Unbelievable.” The nerd said again.

Well, so much for that.

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Stan squirmed under his brother’s glare – the whole ‘pacing and towering over him while Stan sat on the couch like a scolded child’ schtick was uncannily similar to what their mother would do when they earned her ire.

“So.” Ford began. “You remember childhood.”

“Yep.” Stan grumbled.

“Your adult life?”

“Mm hm.”

“The last couple days here and everything that occurred while you were reverted?”

“Mm.”

Ford stopped his pacing to turn to him. “Then why on earth did you try to pretend you didn’t? We even made up!”

Stan buried his face in his hands to try and hide its burning. “I don’t know! I knew you’d try and get all…” He shuddered. “Mushy. Feeling-y.”

Stan could just feel the flat look his brother was giving him.

“Okay, fine, look. You forgave me for breaking your project, I forgave you for being a jerk. We’re good. Now, I’m just gonna head home-”

“You’re homeless.”

“You don’t know that!” Stan looked up from behind his hands to see Ford folding his arms. “I could have a, a house, a mansion even!”

“You have a mullet.”

…okay, Ford had him there. Stan scowled. “What’s the plan then, smart guy?”

Ford’s eyes gleamed, and he immediately regretted asking.

“I’m glad you asked, Stanley! I’ve had plenty of time to think over these last couple days. First of all, the Duskertons are looking for someone to help around their store, and no one in Gravity Falls cares much about credentials – I’m pretty sure the man who works at the post office is just a bunch of gnomes in a trench coat – so your lack if identification shouldn’t be a problem if you’re looking for a job. There’s also Boyish Dan, his family owns a logging company and I’m sure you could get a place there if you wanted. You’re welcome to stay in my house for as long as you need – I’m sure there are some places in town if you want to rent instead, though. If you choose to stay I might ask for your help in some of my research, since Fiddleford has decided to take a break from studying Gravity Falls, which I don’t blame him for.”

Stan blinked, but Ford wasn’t finished, ticking things off on his fingers as he went.

“I’ll also need to keep you under observation for a while to ensure that there are no side effects from the fountain of youth water, so I’ll ask you to stay around for at least a couple days. If you decide to leave Gravity Falls after that period, you’ll need to give me your phone number so we can keep contact. Oh, scratch that, I’ll make a new one – I’m sure I can work up a design that isn’t as flimsy as the current models going around.”

“Uh-”

Stan was saved from having to answer (answer? There wasn’t much of a question but Ford was looking at him expectantly and he didn’t know what he was supposed to say) by a light knock on the door. Ford perked up and rushed to answer it.

“Am I intruding?” Fiddleford’s hesitant voice rang out. Ford shook his head and stood aside to usher the smaller man inside.

“Not at all, come in. It’s good to see you.”

Fiddleford stopped in his tracks when he laid eyes on Stan on the couch.

Ugh, he was already getting a headache. Now came the judgement. Stan looked like a mess, he knew he did – unshaven, with bags under his bloodshot eyes and ragged hair and old scars crisscrossing his arms. Some small, childish part of him wanted to jump up and hug the guy. Gross. Instead he shoved down the nervousness, stood, and gave him a lazy two-fingered salute.

“…Stanley?” Fiddleford tilted his head, eyes scanning him. Stanley shrugged uncomfortably. It was weird, towering over the small guy like this.

“Hey.”

“Well, you grew up big. The spittin’ image of yer brother.” Fiddleford gave a little smile and stuck out his hand. “Pleasure meetin’ ya, officially this time.”

“Eh, you too.” Stan shook the offered hand. It was small, frail, but gripped his firmly.

“So are you stickin’ around?”

Stan hesitated. He glanced from Fiddleford’s earnest face, to his own rough hand, to Ford’s careful expression – the look of someone trying hard not to look like they were listening.

“…yeah. Yeah, I think I’m gonna stick around.”

#rewind #gravity falls #The stans #epilogue

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chibsytelford · 4 years ago

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Bestfriends

*** GIF ISN’T MINE ***

Requested by @rebel-without-cause-x: Hey can I get “We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.” With Jax and reader something cute and fluffy as they do the food shop for the club as they have locked down and need to buy a ton of food. I can just imagine Jax wanting al the junk food, but can you do it more like best friends than partners 💕

Word Count - 964 - short but sweet, and a ton of banter.

Some swearing.

Taglist - @agirllovespasta @everyhowlmarksthedead @naytraydr @rebel-without-cause-x

The clubhouse has been in lockdown for a week now, and you were running low on supplies already. Man the boys could eat. There is some shit going down with another charter, so the Sons got their family and close friends into the clubhouse until the problem sorts itself out. You of course were forced to come aswell, since Jax is your bestfriend. He dragged you out of the hospital, telling your manager it was important business and not to expect you back into work for a while. You guys haven’t spent time together in ages, due to him always going on runs with the club, and you working long shifts at the hospital. You met him 3 years ago. One of the guys got hurt and needed medical attention, and you were their doctor. Jax was a smug flirt with you from the start, but you put him straight early on and told him it would only be friends and never anything more. He was happy with this arrangement, because having you as a friend was good for him. He needed someone he could just talk to about anything, someone that wouldn’t judge him or tell him he was stupid. Well, the last part was a lie, you often told him he was stupid.

“Oi Y/N!” You turned around to look at your bestfriend who was shouting on you from across the room. “We need food, I’m going insane in here, you coming with me?”.

You walk over to him and cross your arms. “And you can’t send a prospect why?” you questioned him.

“I don’t trust the prospects to tell the difference between an orange and a banana, that’s why” he smirked at you. “Let’s go”.

You and Jax took your car as it was nice and big, and you knew you were going to buy a lot of food. “Y/N, can’t you go any faster?” He teased you.

“I could, if I wanted to kill myself, but your brothers need me more than you so 60 is a fine speed, thanks for your input”. You forgot what it was like to spend time with Jax. Most of the time it was just friendly banter and sarcasm, mixed in with the occasional bit of seriousness.

You pulled up to the supermarket a few minutes later and Jax practically sprinted up to the door. “Shouldn’t you have checked your surroundings first big boy?” you asked. “Ya know, incase one of your many enemies are lurking ready to shoot us both?”

“I know you’re scared Y/N, here you can hold my hand” he smugly grabbed your hand and you immediately dropped it.

“I don’t want to catch any diseases from you” you laughed at him.

Inside, Jax headed straight for the beer, then the chocolate and crisps aisle. “We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids” you scolded him.

“I know you can’t cook, so I figured we would just get easy snacks, so you don’t poison anyone” he shrugged.

It was taking everything inside of you not to punch him right now. “The only person I’d want to poison is you”. You went around the shop making sure you had enough things for meals. You picked up some pasta, rice, some meat, yoghurts, cereal, vegetables, crackers, cheese and lots of other little snacks.

You headed for the checkout and saw Jax flirting with the cashier, who was flirting back. You knew he had a thing for her so you decided to sabotage it. You quickly went to pick up some baby formula to add to your basket. Once at the checkout, you put all the food items onto the belt and left the formula for last. “Jax baby, I picked up some formula for our baby, since he ran out”. You put your arms around Jax and gave him a sloppy kiss on his cheek. You could feel the anger radiating from him which made you laugh. The cashier gave you a jealous look so you kept touching Jax whilst he packed all the shopping into bags.

Once in the car your bestfriend turned to you. “What the fuck was that?” he seethed.

“I saw the way you were flirting with her, and she was obviously flirting back, so I saved you. Jackson, you can do so much better than her, you should thank me actually, and it was fun”.

“And by ‘so much better than her’ you mean you darling?” you doubled over laughing with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Oh Jax, you wish you could have me, I know I’m a catch, but you’re just not my type. I like my men less murdery for a start. And I don’t like blondes either”. You pretended like you were hurt. “I feel like you don’t even know me Jackson Teller”. You looked at him whilst wiping your tears from your cheeks. “But seriously, you can do a lot better than her. Don’t settle, you deserve the world, but obviously I will get a say in who you date since I’m the bestfriend and all”.

Jax squeezed your hand and gave you a small smile. “Whatever you say love, now turn up the radio cause that’s our song they’re playing”.

Summer of ‘69 by Bryan Adams came flooding through your car. You and Jax knew all the words so the ride home consisted of you singing a line each, and laughing at how bad the other person sounded. The song finished just as you pulled back up to the clubhouse.

“I have missed you Jax, I promise after lockdown has finished I will make more effort to come and spend time with you”.

“Don’t go all soft on me now Y/N” he replied. “But yeah, that’d be nice”.

#jax teller #jax teller fanfic #jax teller imagine #jax teller x reader #sons of anarchy #samcro #soa

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flowerpowell · 5 years ago

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Unexpected (Drake x MC)

PART ELEVEN

A/N: Another chapter, yaaay! I thought since it wasnt uploading for weeks, I should post two chapters in a week, so I scheduled this one too. I hope it’s okay! As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts about it! And also I am so happy you all liked Dani! She’s like my baby and I’m so happy youre loving her character! Characters belong to Pixelberry (except for my OCs)

Rating: M (mentions of emotional abuse/manipulation, suggestiveness)

Word count: 2870

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“Are you sure it’s gonna work?” Liam asked when Dani was setting up the table.

“I am! Riley loves cooking too much to pass and she’s always softer when she’s cooking. It’s a perfect plan!”

For the past few days since their deal, Liam and Dani kept in touch, exchanging ideas for how to bring Riley and Drake together. When she told him about her plan, Liam immediately agreed and bought all the necessary things.

“So how exactly this is going to work? We call them to come to the kitchen?”

“No, look,” Dani started gesticulating when explaning and Liam thought it was the most adorable thing he ever saw. Pull it together man, she’s only here for a few weeks. “You call Drake saying you found something important and need him and Riley to see it. They come here and will be informed by someone that they should come here. They will come to this,” Dani motioned the table, “and Riley will hate that because I set the table in the way she hates it. Also, the dish that will be served is overcooked because I know Riley wouldn’t eat it but also because I’m bad at cooking. She’ll hate it but just as she will be about to go full on Gordon Ramsey, she’ll see all these ingredients laying here, exactly what she needs to make pasta à la Nana, her favorite dish. She hasn’t made it since Nana died but because I decorated this kitchen so cozy with all these candles and the music you picked is so nostalgic, she’ll do it and Drake will help her. Riley once told me she always dreamed about a man who would cook with her so I know she will fall in love, I mean, admit she is in love because let’s be real, they are so in love. Ta-daaam!” She finished and Liam chuckled. She looked a little crazy as she was talking about all those steps but for some reason he found it cute.

“They’re gonna kill us when they realize what we did.”

“Maybe,” she shrugged. “But Riley’s my sister so she won’t do anything to me.”

“And I have immunity so Drake can’t touch me either. Okay, let’s do this,” Liam pulled out his phone and called Drake.

“Hello? Drake, yes, it’s Liam, are you busy?” He asked and looked at Dani shaking her head. “What?” he mouthed and she whispered, “He has to come even if he’s busy!”

“You know what, it doesn’t matter if you’re busy or not, you need to come,” Liam quickly added before Drake could reply. “Yes, it’s urgent. I know it’s very late but it’s important. And it can’t wait. You and Riley need to see it as soon as possible,” he looked at Dani again and she showed him two thumbs up.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting. Please, hurry.” Liam hung up and turned to Dani. “They’re coming.”

“Eeek, that’s so exciting! We need to hide somewhere before they find us! Does Bastien know what he’s doing?”

“He does and he can’t believe he agreed to help us set these two up,” Liam chuckled. He still remembered his guard’s face when he told him about that top secret mission.

He led Dani to one of the guest rooms that were the closest to the kitchen.

“I hope you don’t mind but I brought some snacks for us in case we get hungry. And some cider made from our apples,” he motioned the table with the food prepared for them.

“Man, you really do like your apples!” Dani laughed trying to hide her nervousness. Even though, Liam acted like a normal person she still felt that wall between them, the wall reminding her of his status and her inferiority. She smiled as he poured them cider and handed one glass to her.

Maybe I can pretend we’re equal for a few hours, just this once.

~~~~

“Liam?! Liam! Where are you?” Drake called out as he entered his friend’s office.

“Maybe he’s in his room?” Riley suggested.

“I don’t think so, Liam never invites anyone to his bedroom so he’s not there for sure. Something is weird though, the whole palace seems... empty.”

“Do you think something happened?”

“No but--”

“Ah, Drake, lady Riley, there you are.”

“Bastien! What’s going on? Where’s Liam?”

“In the kitchen. I got instructions to tell you to go to the kitchen,” Bastien said, his face not expressing anything.

“Kitchen? If he found another apple tea for me to test out I’m gonna kill him,” Riley groaned. Drake took her hand and led her to the kitchen.

“Maybe something bad happened to him, maybe he was--” he stopped seeing the candles and the table set for two. “--preparing this all along.”

“Coral roses, my sister’s favorite,” Riley smelled the flowers on the table. “My sister was helping him.”

“I can’t believe they made me leave the house so late,” Drake groaned looking around.

“And what exactly did you have planned? Whiskey drinking? Watching football? Bartie’s with Madeliene and Barthelemy and Bianca is staying with them,” Riley rolled her eyes. Despite being mad at her sister and Liam she found the situation to be quite funny.

“Don’t tell me you’re okay with it,” he narrowed his eyes and she shrugged.

“Oh, no, they are going to pay but for now, I’m happy I don’t have to cook dinner for tonight. Let’s see what they—what on Earth is that?!” She raised her voice when she took a look at what was inside the pot.

“What? Did they put rats in it?”

“Worse, look! It’s severly overcooked! And not seasoned enough,” Riley spit out the food back to the pot before throwing its content to the trash can. She looked around and noticed fresh ingredients.

“Maybe I can cook something? From these things I could make...” she examined all the products before realizing it, “Pasta à la Nana.”

“What? The one you couldn’t make for years?” Drake asked noticing Riley had tears in her eyes. “Let’s just order something, you don’t have to make it.”

“No... I-I can do it. I just need someone to help me because this is a job for two,” she sniffed as she wiped a tear from her eye.

“Riley...”

“No, really. I think it’s time to finally make it again. I think... I think Nana would want that.”

~~~~

“Okay, my turn! Never have I ever had a sleepover at friend’s house.”

“I did spent a few days in Texas at Drake’s when I was still a Prince, does it count?” Liam asked and took a swig of cider when Dani nodded.

“You never had a sleepover?”

“Nope. My father wouldn’t allow,” she laughed but Liam could hear the saddness in it.

“What was your childhood like?” he asked, studying her face.

“Normal, I think. My parents aren’t monster or whatever everyone thinks they are. They took us on trips, to the cinema, for ice cream, they were just very demanding. Well, only my father and only to me. Riley could always do whatever she wanted because they didn’t pay too much attention to her,” she drank a little cider before continuing. “When I was ten I already spoke two foreign languages because instead of meeting with my friends like Riley did, I was stuck at home with a tutor stuying languages. My childhood was good but it didn’t feel like a childhood, if that makes sense.”

“Wow. Only two? When I was ten I already spoke three,” Liam shoved her playfully. “My father was very demanding too. Even though I was the spare it was me who obeyed him, not my brother. He never cared about any rules.”

“Ugh, our fathers suck. Am I allowed to say that about a King?” she asked him and he laughed.

“I’ll allow it.”

“You know what sucks the most?” she asked as she emptied the glass and poured some more cider, “Everyone, including my sister, thinks I had it better. She thinks that at least they loved me, they cared about me and paid for my education. And yes, it’s true but I feel like I had to work for their love, you know what I mean? I had to be their perfect daughter because if I wasn’t, our family would fall apart. I never did what I wanted, never did anything crazy that most people my age would.”

“You never rebelled?” Liam asked remembering his little rebellions. If running to the maze for hide and seek counted as rebellion. He never was good at it, not as good as Leo.

“I did once. I... My father wanted to me to apply for law school. I didn’t want it but I couldn’t argue with my father. So I just... didn’t send the documents on time. When my father found out, it was the worst time of my life. He didn’t scream or anything. He just said he was disappointed because he wanted the best for me and I didn’t appreciate him. The next day my mom told me he was in hospital with severe depression. She yelled at me for ruining my father’s health. I was a mess and I didn’t know what to do. Riley’s younger than me and I didn’t want to bother her with it so I applied for finance even though I hate everything math-related. I went to hospital and I cried in front of my father, apologizing to him and telling him I applied to college. The next day he was back home and told me to never disobey him like that again. And I never did. It was a terrible experience.”

“But that’s manipulation! How could he--” Liam bit his lip before he’d say something he would regret. He heard something about Riley’s parents from Drake but hearing that from Danielle made him sick. Neither Riley, nor Dani deserved such parents. “I’m really sorry. My father was awful but he pales in comparison to yours.”

“I got used to it. Trying my best not to irritate him. I’m working in a bank where he wanted me to work, bringing the money and we’re good.”

“I’m sorry,” Liam repeated and raised his glass. “To problematic childhood, bad fathers and living a life designed by parents!”

Dani laughed as she clinked glasses with Liam. He understood her, which was new to her.

To unexpected allies, she thought to herself. I’d drink to that.

~~~~

“Drake, no, you have to be gentle,” Riley took Drake’s hand and moved it slowly as he was stirring the sauce. “Circular moves, gently, just like that. The other hand holds the pot, good.”

She took some ingredients from the table and started adding to the sauce. “Keep on stirring slowly, I’ll be adding these pinch by pinch so it blends nicely.”

Drake nodded as he kept stirring. There was something special about them cooking together, being so close. It was nothing like Drake knew before, most of the food he made was quick and simple. That pasta was taking ages to make but for some reason he enjoyed each step.

“Okay, now be careful cause I’ll be adding pear puree.”

“I never thought pear and tomatoes would go together,” he noticed.

“Me neither. Nana told me she came up with it when she was pregnant and craved tomatoes and pears. The secret is, you need to caramelize the pears before mashing it and the sweetness goes super well with the tomato. And then Parmesan gives it a bit saltiness but we add it at the end so it’s not too overbearing.”

“You’re really good at this,” Drake turned to her, realizing they were only two or three inches apart. “And you really love it.”

“Well, yeah,” Riley said quietly, “thanks to Nana. She taught me everything.”

“Can I try it?”

Riley nodded and quickly took a spoonful of the sauce and topped it with the cheese before feeding it to Drake. She looked at him, at his mouth, as he was swallowing. “Good?”

“I’ve never eaten anything as good. You have a real talent, Riley. I’m really happy you’ll have your own restaurant soon, you deserve it.”

“Thank you but if you’d rather keep the bar, it’s fine,” she said, surprised with herself. Why did she care more about Drake than about her dream?

“It’s yours, Riley. You’ll prove everyone who never believed in you once the restaurant will become the most famous one in the world,” the certainity in his voice made her shiver. Did he really believe in her or was he just nice? She looked at him as he took a spoonful of sauce, added Parmesan, just like she taught him, and brought to her mouth. She parted her lips and felt that familiar taste, the one that reminded her of her Nana, of home, of love. It was perfect.

“Can’t you see how amazing you are?” Drake whispered and without thinking, Riley stood on her toes and kissed him. He dropped the spoon, and brought her closer to him, deepening the kiss. She put her arms around his neck, trying to bring him even closer but it wasn’t enough. She needed more, more of him, more of that, more.

They were kissing like crazy, like they were waiting their whole life for that moment. Drake pinned her to the stove, knocking out a few plates that fell on the floor and broke. He moved to kissing her neck as she moaned, running her hands through his hair. He pulled back for a second as he realized they were still in the palace.

“Let’s go home,” he rasped and she nodded, kissing him again as they slowly exited the kitchen, locked in a kiss.

~~~~

“I’m not kidding! My mom did tell me to get a plastic surgery once,” Dani laughed as she drank cider.

“What? Why would you need it?”

“She said my boobs were too small.”

“But there’s nothing wrong with your--” Liam composed himself trying not to think about it, “I’m sorry, that’s definitely not anything a daughter would want to hear.”

“Well, she said they were too small and making me unattractive,” she shrugged and realized what she just said. To the King of Cordonia. “Oh my goose, I’m sorry I’m taking about my boobs to you.”

“Goose? Your grandma really loved animals, didn’t she?”

“Yeah, a lot,” Dani answered, relieved Liam changed the topic. “Should we check on Riley and Drake? It’s almost midnight.”

Liam nodded and they tiptoed to the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible. Liam peeked from behind the door to see if they were still inside but the kitchen was empty.

“Drake? Riley?” he called out but no one answered.

“They made the pasta!” Dani took the pot from the counter and tried a little. “So good!”

“Why didn’t they eat it? I’ll leave it in the fridge so they can take it tomorrow,” Liam offered.

“I think they went straight for the dessert,” she giggled and Liam blushed.

“Well, mission accomplished. I’ll be heading home then.”

“I’ll have my driver drive you back to the hotel.”

“Thanks. And thank you for helping me arrange this and for the snacks and cider. And for letting me rant about my parents.”

“Hey, Danielle,” he asked when she was about to leave, “Would you like to come here in the morning? I would like to show you something.”

“I’d love to,” she smiled and left. Liam looked after her until she disappeared completely. He sat down on a chair and put his head in his hands. He needed to stop, whatever that little feeling he had, before it would be too late. Danielle was leaving soon and besides he already lost his chance at love. It was time to stop dreaming and face the reality. He sighed as he decided him and Danielle must remain friends. Now, it was only his heart that needed to follow through with that decision.

~~~~

Drake and Riley were kissing as they entered the cabin, barely closing the door. Drake picked up Riley and brought her into the bedroom, not stopping kissing her even for a moment. He laid her on the bed, his eyes searching hers, looking for something and she nodded, silently answering his question. He pulled off her dress and his shirt.

“Are you sure? I know it’s your--”

“I am,” she silenced him with a kiss and pulled him close to her. It wasn’t the time to pretend she didn’t like him when every inch of her body and soul needed him. It was the time to face the truth.

And the truth was, she was falling in love with Drake Walker.

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moons2stars · 5 years ago

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Hello there! Have I ever told you I love your url? I do. I'm here about the riverdale-events au ask game!! I'd love a bughead au from you! How about retail bughead?? (Or if you've ever seen Waiting the movie something like that of them both working in a restaurant in their early 20s time?) EITHER OR! Can't wait to see!

Hello there! Thank you for the wonderful ask, and complement. I love your url as well, and I love your fics. I have not seen the movie Waiting but I’ll have to check it out. As for your ask I really like the idea of a retail AU. I don’t know if a grocery store counts as retail, but here we go.

“I told you not to pour oil down the sink.” Jughead grumbles to his roommate Archie as they walk into their local grocery store.

“What else was I supposed to do with it?”Archie says frantically as he sticks his arms in his pockets.

“I don’t know! I wasn’t the one who brought oil into our dorm.” Jughead argued back in the crowded store. This was the last place he wanted to be. He had loads of homework, and of course his roommate decided to pour cooking oil down the drain.

“You are the one who suggested we have a hot plate.” Archie argues back.

“Yeah to cook things like eggs or pasta. Not deep fry shit.” Jughead lectured.

His first year of college has been quite the trip especially with a roommate like Archie who doesn’t always have the brightest ideas. Although him and Archie could not be more opposite, Jughead doesn’t mind his company and has actually grown quite close with him. Archie came to NYU on a Football scholarship where as Jughead had gotten a scholarship for his writing. Jughead is pretty sure Archie was part of the group that would’ve bullied him in high school, but surprisingly Archie was a pretty good guy.

“ Whatever. Let’s just get the Drano and leave.”Archie said.

Once they were in the appropriate aisle, they browsed the shelves for what they needed.

On the opposite side of the aisle, there was a store clerk stocking the shelves on a ladder that looked too flimsy to use. However, the girl in question looked too focused to pay any mind. She had blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, and though he could only see the side of her face from this angle she was really pretty. She looked oddly familiar, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on where he recognized her. She had to be around his age if he had to guess. Jughead couldn’t help but to keep staring despite himself.

“Shit. I can’t find any.” Archie cursed as he kept rummaging through the selves. Jughead snapped his attention back over to Archie. He needed to get his head out of the gutter.

“Maybe it’s in a different aisle.” Jughead supplied still feeling dazed.

“Maybe you should ask that girl over there.” Archie motioned over to the opposite side of the aisle.

“Why me? You got us into this mess.” Jughead deflects.

“Dude, you’ve been staring at her since we got here. Plus it’s her job.” Archie says with no intention of quieting his voice.

“Can you keep your voice down.” Jughead whisper yells as he tries to hide his blush.

“Oh does someone have a crush.” Archie taunted in a baby voice.

“Shut up.” Jughead grumbled as he adjusted his hat.

“Either you go over there, or I will.” Archie threatened

“Fine.” Jughead agreed.

Jughead made his way over to the blonde nervously. She didn’t seem to notice him as she kept stocking so Jughead cleared his throat awkwardly. The girl seemed startled as she jumped a bit when she heard him which caused the flimsy ladder to buckle threatening to send her flying off the ladder.

Not thinking much about it, Jughead put both hands on her waist to steady her from falling. Once she was steady she got off the ladder and he retreated his hands. She nervously stepped back and looked down at her sneakers as she blushed.

“Sorry. This ladder can’t hold shit.” She said with a breathy laugh. He looked up and saw that she had really green eyes which he didn’t see from afar earlier. She’s even more beautiful up close. Jughead then took a moment to look at her name tag and saw that her name was Betty.

A classy name for a classy girl

Geez he was starting to sound like a sappy romantic

Out of the two of them Archie has definitely been more into girls. Whereas Jughead has never really found himself looking for a relationship. Sure he’s had a few interests, but never anything serious. So he is thrown for a loop at the moment when he’s realizing that this girl has obviously peaked his interest.

“It’s no problem. Sorry I startled you.” Jughead said shyly as he nervously adjusted his hat.

“No it’s okay. I should have been paying attention. It’s just I had to stock, and I knew I needed to do it fast before the ladder broke again.” Betty explained.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Why use a ladder that’s broken?” Jughead asked.

“That’s a good question. I’ve been asking my boss since I started working here.” She said as she rolled her eyes. Then looked around probably making sure that her boss wasn’t around “He’s kind of a cheapskate, but this job is getting me through college so I’ll climb as many cheap ladders as I have to.”

Jughead has had a few jobs in retail himself, and they haven’t been satisfactory either so he completely gets what she’s talking about.

“I completely get it. I’m in college right now as well and it’s a bitch to pay off.”

“Wait a minute.” Betty exclaims as realization dawns on her face “You go to my college!” Betty says with excitement . Jughead can’t help but blush at the fact that she remembers him.

“Oh yeah! You’re in my British Lit class. Betty right?” Jughead asks. He plays off the fact that he read her name tag, because even though it’s there for people to read he figures it’s fair game that he guesses her name since she has o guess his.

“Yeah. And your.. Jughead right? Please tell me I’m right, and that I didn't completely mistake your name.” Betty says already looking embarrassed. He feels satisfied that she knows his name.

“No you’re right. It’s pretty hard to mistake.” Jughead said with a laugh.

They start a genuine conversation about common interests. They both love classic movies, and novels, and their really professor who doesn’t memorize anyone’s names. He discovers she is a Criminal Justice major with a minor in journalism, and that their home towns weren’t far apart from each other.

“Oh shit? I completely forgot to ask if you needed help finding anything.” Betty says after a ten minute conversation. Jughead was so caught up, and honestly whipped that he forgot what he even came here for.

“It’s all good. I forgot what I even needed.” Jughead said with a laugh as he scratched the back of his head. “Oh um. Drano.” He supplied.

“Aisle 13 on the end cap.” Betty said with a smile.

“Thank you. Hopefully I can bump into you sometime soon.” Jughead says without thinking.

How much more corny can he get? He’s turning into the people he rolls his eyes at.

“I'm counting on it.” Betty says with a smile and a pretty blush across her cheeks.

Jughead gives her one last smile before he turns and walks over to Archie who has a shot eating grin on his face.

“No way dude. I never thought I’d live the day to see you flirt.”Jughead says as he punches Jughead’s arm.

“Shut up. ” Jughead says as he punches him back. Of course Archie would be a stereotypical man about this.

“Well.. Did you ask for it?”

“We have to go to aisle 13. It’s on an end cap.”

“Her number Dipshit.” Archie corrects.

“No. It’s not like that.” Jughead replies as he rolls his eyes.

“That’s bullshit.” Archie says dully.

“She probably doesn’t even like me in that way.” Jughead shrugs. He isn’t stupid. he knows that he definitely likes her, and based on their conversation she probably likes him, but he doesn’t want to make a move and be wrong. Besides she may not even want a relationship, or maybe she has a boyfriend.

“Jug. I know you are the smart one in this friendship, but sometimes you can be so dense.” Archie said as he rolled his eyes.

“Let’s just get the Drano, and leave.” Jughead knows he’s deflecting, but it’s just easier to pretend nothing happened.

“No. I’ll get the Drano, and leave. You’ll go back and get the pretty girl’s number.” Archie corrected.

“Archie..”

“Come on man. Live a little.” Archie urged as he tapped Jug on the shoulder.

Jughead knew Archie was right, and although this is totally out of his comfort zone, he knows he’ll regret it if he doesn’t at least try.

“You’re so annoying.” Jughead conceded as he turned back.

“You’ll be thanking me later.” Archie yelled after him.

Jughead walked fast to the aisle he was previously at. He hoped she was still there.

Once he approached the aisle, he breathed a sigh of relief to see her still there only this time not on a ladder.

“Hey did you find it?” Betty asked as she finished stocking.

“Yea Archie did. When do you get off?” Jughead asked as he tried to catch his breath. He was hoping his courage wouldn’t wear off.

“In about ten minutes.” Betty answered curiously.

“Do you maybe want to bump into me in about ten minutes from now for a burger?” Jughead asked with a nervous smile. Betty’s mouth turned in an even bigger smile.

“It's a date.”

#Bughead #bughead fanfiction #bughead drabble #bughead au #ask #my writing #retail au #thank you for the lovely ask #fell free to request more au

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cynicalrainbows · 5 years ago

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The Next Best Thing Pt 6

It’s a bit of a squeeze to get all four of them around Catalina’s smallish table but they manage it.

Anne says it’s lucky Kitty isn’t there, or they wouldn’t be able to fit and Catalina says she’s sure they’d find space and she and Jane exchange a grown-up sort of smile that means it’s about more than how many people can fit around a table.

‘Where is Kitty today?’ Catalina finishes putting the leftover pasta in the fridge and joins them at the table.

Jane takes a sip of water. ‘She’s staying with her daddy for a while- it’s good for them to spend some time together.’

(Her tone is quite light but there’s a pinched anxious look that Jane can’t quite hide when she says it, like she’s trying to convince herself as well as them that this is a good thing.)

‘I don’t have to share my bedroom anymore!’ Anne pipes up, twirling her fork like a baton. ‘I can sleep with the light off now that Kitty’s gone-’

(Cathy decides not to point out that the likelihood of Anne actually wanting to sleep with the light off is zero.)

‘Sweetheart, you know it’s just for a few weeks. It’s only temporary.’

‘That’s not what Uncle Edmond said- he said he was going to take Kitty back to live with him and Marcia- that’s his girlfriend’ Anne adds, for Catalina’s benefit, and she and Cathy giggle.

(Cathy has already heard all about Marcia, and her very-long fingernails and how she knows how to make the pictures she takes on her phone look like the people in them are wearing make up even when they’re not and how she and Uncle Edmond came to visit at Anne’s house and stood in the kitchen for ages doing big movie-star kisses right in the walk-in pantry.)

Jane’s pinched look becomes a bit more pronounced. ‘He was angry, he didn’t mean it really- Anne, please stop that before you put someone’s eye out!’

‘Jane and Uncle Edmond had a fight on Saturday’ Anne announces, letting her fork drop to the table with a clatter and picking up her glass of orange juice. ‘He said you were stealing Kitty away-’

‘It wasn’t a fight’ Jane corrects, then turns to Catalina. ‘He knows she’s settled where she is- he just wants to see her a bit more which I fully support.’ She says the last bit almost as if it’s Catalina arguing with her, even though she hasn’t said anything. ‘Which is why Kitty is going to be with him for a while, let them have some time together, just the two of them-’

‘And Marcia. She said she’s going to be Kitty’s new Mummy.’

Jane looks as if she’s having to hold herself together. ‘I’m sure she was just…. Edmond wouldn’t- She’s just being a bit overenthusiastic…..’ She’s blinking a little bit too much and Catalina puts a hand on her arm.

‘It’s ok- I’m sorry, it’s none of my business, you don’t need to explain it to me, I know families can be complicated.’

She’s apologising although she didn’t ask anything- she’s apologising to smooth things over, Cathy suddenly thinks. (It hasn’t occurred to her before that you could say sorry for a thing that wasn’t your fault.)

‘It’s quite alright-’ Jane forces a smile at Catalina and takes up her fork again. ‘Jocasta- Kitty’s mother- is- was….my closest friend- It’s hard, you know?’

Catalina nods, like she understands, and Cathy supposes that she does. It occurs to her that she and Kitty have that in common, except that Kitty at least still has her dad-

Jane’s phone starts to buzz and she pushes back her chair, frowning when she sees the number. She gets up as if to go- except there really aren’t many places to be in Catalina’s flat, so she just ends up standing a few feet away, her back to them.

Catalina tells Cathy and Anne to finish their pasta and let Jane take her call in peace but even while chewing, they can all hear everything.

‘Edmond, hello-’ Jane sounds worried but like she’s trying to force the worry away, to pretend it’s not there at all. ‘How are things going?’

She listens. ‘What? Sorry- there’s static- is Kitty ok? Has something happened? Where are you?...... No, don’t go there- I’m not even at home right-..... A friend of Anne’s, not that it matters. I do have my own-’

She sighs, like she’s giving up ‘Sorry, sorry, I just- look, what’s happened? Has something- I thought she was meant to stay with you until the third?’

As she listens, her face changes- anxiety, anger, sadness, all together. ‘That’s hardly-...... I wouldn’t call that-..... Edmond, she’s only four!’

Anger is definitely winning now.

‘She barely knows you, of course she’s not settling yet- you just have to be patient with her, give her some time…. Trouble? Edmond, she’s a child, you have to actually look after her you know- like I told you, check she’s dressed warmly enough, ask her if she needs the bathroom, ask her if she needs a drink, ask her if she’s hungry…. You know she’s shy, she doesn’t like to ask for things-’

There’s another pause.

‘Well, why doesn’t she have a coat?’ Jane demands. She’s pacing a bit now, biting the skin of her thumb.

‘I offered to pack her bag so this wouldn’t happen, you know I did- if she doesn’t have everything she needs now, then as her father, couldn’t you……..Oh please no-’

Suddenly, it’s like all the fight goes out, it sounds like she’s pleading.

‘Please no- Edmond, honestly, she was so excited to see you, you have no idea…. She’ll be crushed- What?..... No actually I think she WILL notice if you drop her home two weeks early, she’s not a baby….’

Her voice gets sharper, she sucks in her breath.

‘That’s a horrible thing to say about your own daughter- she’s just scared, she loves you but she doesn’t know you yet, you just have to wait for her to get comfortable around you…’

She’s almost begging. ‘Edmond, please, please, she’s your child. For Jocasta’s sake, couldn’t-.....’

And then it’s like a switch is flipped and Jane is nearly shouting down the phone, unexpectedly crossly for such a nice looking woman.

‘How dare you, you know I- don’t you dare, Edmond, don’t you dare!’ Cathy’s stopped eating- she notices Anne has too. Catalina has gotten up and is trying to get them both to leave the table, but Anne’s staring at Jane, wide eyed, and won’t leave her chair, and she’s gripping Cathy’s hand so tight that her fingernails are digging into her palm.

‘I swear Edmond, if you tell her I don’t want her I will-’ Jane’s voice breaks and she has to press a hand to her mouth; her voice is muffled. ‘Look- I’m going to get home as fast as I can- don’t you dare leave her unless I’m there…. Promise me! Promise-’

Slowly Jane lowers her phone and stares at it for a moment, her breath coming faster.

‘Jane?’

She looks up- Anne has left her seat and crept around the table, hovering.

Jane blinks at her for a moment as if she doesn’t recognise her- and then Anne sniffs and Jane hurries over to wrap her in a hug.

‘Is Kitty ok? What’s happened?’

‘It’s ok-’ Jane is clutching Anne to her almost fiercely. ‘It’s all ok, sweetheart- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just….’ She moves back and takes a deep breath. ‘Kitty is fine, I promise. She’s just coming back a little bit early, ok?’

‘Why?’

‘She….just is. Plans change sometimes, you know?’

‘Good.’ Anne leans in Jane again and buries her face in her neck, in a way that Cathy has never seen her do with her own mum. ‘I miss her, I don’t really mind sharing my room-’

‘I know you don’t, darling.’ Jane presses a kiss to the top of her head and then stands up, turning to Catalina. ‘Look….I’m sorry- that you had to hear that and that I have to ask you for a favour so soon-’

‘Not at all’ Catalina waves the hand that Cathy isn’t clinging (Anne isn’t the only one who found the phone call a bit scary) to in a ‘dont-worry’ sort of way. ‘Whatever I can do-’

‘-but could you keep Anne here while I go and get Kitty? I don’t want Anne to have to see-’ She stops herself. ‘I just think it would be better….’

‘Of course.’ Catalina nods confidently and then steps forward and puts her hand on Jane’s arm. ‘I understand completely- just let me know what I can do-’

‘Thank you-’

‘If you need me to take Anne home later-’

‘Thank you, we’ll…..see. I really thought this time-’ Jane bites her lip as if pushing something deep inside. ‘Thank you, for being so accommodating- I really owe you-’

‘It’s nothing-’

They can hear Jane’s hurried footsteps as the door closes behind her and suddenly Cathy feels so very, very grateful that she’s her and not Anne, that it’s not Catalina having to rush off to rescue someone from something….

(She isn’t sure exactly what is happening with Kitty. But she knows it isn’t good.)

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 6 years ago

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Summary: After a spell goes wrong and sends you back in time and alters your age, you seek out the help of a young Dean Winchester to get you home...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,600ish

Warnings: language

“Move, Dean!” you said, shoving him aside, a cloud of pink smoke surrounding you. You coughed as you breathed it in, a gunshot ringing out.

“Y/N, you alright?” you heard Dean say but you couldn’t see him, no matter how hard you swiped your hands.

“I can’t see. I can’t...” you said, coughing some more.

“Sammy, I can’t get through this smoke,” said Dean, bumping into something close by. “What’d she do to Y/N?”

“Looks like a de-ageing spell and...oh crap, we gotta get her out of there and now,” said Sam, a shot pinging off the smoke.

“Sam! Watch it!” shouted Dean.

“It’s a time spell too. I don’t know how far back it’ll pop her but we got less than a minute before it happens,” said Sam.

“Guys,” you said, coughing again, their voices farther away. “Dean! Get me out of here!”

“It looks like it’s gonna pop her back in ‘05 if we don’t-”

“Y/N, find us,” you heard Dean say, pounding on the smoke, his voice growing fainter. “Sam’s still at Stanford. It’s not far from here. You know the first cases we had if we aren’t there. Find us and we’ll help you get back. Just-”

You blinked your eyes and looked around, standing in a short grassy field. You swallowed hard and looked around, a sign off in the distance. You headed for it and heard a road, gulping when you read you were standing in a future housing development.

“Oh crap.”

You finally found Sam’s place when you saw Baby parked out front, sighing in relief.

“Oh, Baby, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” you said, walking over to it, the trunk slamming shut, two young men looking at you.

“Can we help you?” asked Dean. He had to be 26, fresh faced and so much more boyish than you were used to. “Is she a drunk freshman or something, Sam?”

You glanced down, gulping when you caught your reflection from the street light on baby’s hood.

If Dean was almost forty where you came from and you were ten years younger...

“I’m sixteen!” you said, running your hands over your face. “No, no! The once was bad enough!”

“Hey, kid. Do you need help or not?” said Dean, narrowing his eyes.

“Shut it Winchester. I ain’t no kid. In fact, I’m older than you on a normal day. Now I need-”

“Great, she’s drunk. Or on drugs,” said Dean quietly, forcing a smile on his face. “Okay, kid. We’re going to call someone to come help you, okay?”

“Dean, I don’t know her,” said Sam. “How’d she know our name?”

“Because Sammy, I do know you. I know both of you and short version is I got sent back in time and deaged and I need your help to send me back home,” you said.

“Alright, listen-”

“You have a group of freckles on your back just above your butt that looks like the big dipper,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Tell me you did not sleep-”

“Of course not Sam,” said Dean. “I’m not an idiot and I’ve never seen this girl in my life. I so do not have freckles like that.”

“Rhonda Hurley. Pink. Satin. Do I need to continue?” you asked, Dean gulping. “I know you, Dean. I know your secrets because you told me them. Now I know you guys are going to work a case right now but I desperately need-”

“We don’t have time for this,” said Dean, ripping open the drivers side door. They were both in the car and down the street in a flash. You sighed, throwing your hands up when you looked back at Sam’s apartment.

Jess.

Maybe you could go warn her this second. You looked around, jogging up the front path to Sam’s building when a cop car pulled up out front.

“Dammit.”

“Hi Bobby,” you said, giving him a smile at the police station. He was still cocking his head at you like you were an alien but he said you were his niece and picked you up regardless. “Thanks for the ride.”

“I just drove for how long to come pick up a strange teenage girl that I’ve never met before in my life why?” he asked.

“If it makes you feel any better, technically, we’ve never met. I heard all about you from the boys though. You’re like a father to them,” you said with a smile.

“How exactly do you know about the supernatural?” he asked.

“I told you on the phone,” you said.

“You sound like a basket full of crazy,” he said.

“Just...hear me out. I’m in need of serious help.”

“Bobby?” you heard Dean say, walking into the front door of the house. It’d been a few months. You knew they had downtime between a few cases right about now so you felt less likely like you’d screw something up if you decided to introduce yourself again.

“Dean,” you said, giving him a smile when he poked his head in the room. “Thanks for calling the cops on me. I appreciate that one.”

“Okay, who the hell are you?” asked Dean, crossing his arms, Sam cocking his head at you.

“She’s your girlfriend in about ten years, ya idjit,” said Bobby, coming up from the basement, dropping a box of books on the desk. “Best researcher I’ve ever seen.”

“Great. You’re a nerd,” said Dean, rolling his eyes.

“You read all of Harry Potter in a week. I’m the nerd. Right,” you said, giving him a smirk.

“Harry what now?” asked Dean.

“Ah, I forgot. You’re still cool guy, Dean. Only cars, women and whiskey for you,” you said, flipping a page.

“Damn straight,” said Dean.

“Don’t worry. You become a normal person soon,” you said, flipping shut the book. “Bobby, the spell I’m looking for packs a punch. A big one.”

“Well alright princess. I’ll go raid my stash. Again,” said Bobby, heading back downstairs.

“Bastard won’t even let me have a drink,” you said, stretching as you stood up.

“Considering you’re a teenager, I can’t argue with him,” said Dean with a smile. Sam excused himself when he caught you staring at them a bit too long, Dean more than eager to let you. “So I got to ask. Are you a hunter or a civilian?”

“I’m a hunter,” you said, Dean nodding his head like he was expecting that. “I know some things, things I can’t tell you. I...there were things I’d like to try and change but I can’t. I’ve already tried a few times and nothing seems to do the trick.”

“Part of your freaky time backwards thing,” said Dean with another nod. “Well, I’m still around and kicking at least.”

“You will be for a while,” you said, rubbing your arm.

“I’ll call that good news then,” he said with a smile, going to the fridge and pulling out a beer. “So am I super into younger chicks in the future or what?”

“We have a bit of an age gap but perfectly normal,” you said. “You always say I’m older than my years.”

“I could say the same thing now,” he said with a more relaxed smile.

“Your jokes do not improve by the way,” you said, Dean shrugging before you saw his eyes go wide. “What?”

“Oh my...” he said. You felt a bit smaller suddenly. Not too much smaller but glancing down you definitely noticed a change. “I don’t mean to startle you or anything but...you just got younger by a couple of years.”

You ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, your twelve year old face staring back.

“Fuck. We have to stop the de-aging. Now.”

“I hate this,” you grumbled, groaning as you hopped off the desk chair and to the ground, stomping to the bathroom. You had to use a step stool to use the sink, your groans giving Dean more to laugh about. “It’s not funny, Winchester!”

“You’re a very grumpy four year old. It’s quite hilarious actually,” he said. “At least we stopped it.”

“I still hate it,” you said, throwing open the door, going back to the desk. Dean tsked you and you felt a pair of strong hands pick you up. “I will kick your ass if you don’t put me down.”

“You have been at it since dawn. It’s late. Sam and Bobby are working a case and you need food before bedtime,” said Dean, plopping you down in one of the kitchen chairs.

“You are not my babysitter,” you said, scowling at him. “I can make myself a sandwich.”

“Well I’m hungry so you might as well eat too,” said Dean. You sighed, your tiny stomach rumbling. Another reason to hate this body beside the height issue was it all felt so off. You couldn’t push it like an adult one. You fell asleep researching after lunch. You needed to go to sleep earlier. You needed more snacks and you knew you were irritated more easily.

Then there was the irrational fear kid crap you were still fighting off.

“Here we go,” said Dean, walking around and flicking on the lights. “Bobby always keeps this place so dark.”

“I’m not scared,” you said, glaring at him.

“Never said you were,” said Dean. He started to move around, your gaze flickering to the calendar on the wall. You knew he’d seen his father just a week ago. He’d meet up with him again soon and then shit would hit the fan. So many parts of you wanted to stop everything that was about to happen but you knew nothing you did would change anything.

You hadn’t realized you were showing your emotions on you face until Dean was bending over, handing you a tissue.

“Okay. Okay. No more teasing today,” he said, ruffling your head as he went back to dinner. “Something bad is going to happen soon isn’t it.”

“Yes,” you said quietly.

“Then don’t get upset over it, Y/N. It happened and we survived it where you come from. We’ll survive it now too,” he said.

“You realize that’s your lying voice. I know when you’re pretending you’re okay with something Dean,” you said.

“I can’t change it. Any time you do try to change something, it goes wrong and you get hurt. What’s the point of obsessing over something I have no control over? Now do you want tomato sauce or white sauce on your pasta?” asked Dean.

You shrugged, Dean silent as he finished with dinner. You tried not to make a mess, sighing when you were stuffed full with half the plate to go.

“You can have it for leftovers,” he said, picking up around you when you finished. You yawned and looked at the clock, grumpy that your little body was already asking for sleep. You hopped out of your seat and went to the stairs, about halfway up when the lights went out.

Your foot missed the step and you tripped, a wet spot leaking through your pants near your knee.

“Y/N?” you heard Dean say. “Was that you?”

“Yeah,” you said, turning around to sit on your bottom. You saw a beam of light appear, Dean coming to the bottom of the stairs and looking up.

“Oh, what did you do?” he said.

“I bumped my knee is all,” you said.

“You shredded it,” he said, tucking the flashlight under his arm. He walked up a few steps and held out his arms, plucking you up and carrying you down the stairs.

“Put me down,” you said. Dean sat you the ground and aimed his flashlight for you. You intended on going to the kitchen and cleaning yourself but your leg wobbled at the knee and you let it smash against the floor again.

You whined, hating how low your pain tolerance was. Dean picked you up again and had you on the kitchen counter in no time, a flashlight hanging down so he could see what he was doing.

“Sorry for being so grumpy,” you said.

“I do not envy being in your position,” he said, a roll of bandages on you before you knew it. “Good as new.”

“I want to go to bed,” you said. Dean nodded and set you down, watching as you went to the couch.

“I’m going to stay up and research some,” he said. You yawned and climbed on the couch, hiding away in a blanket that was far too big for you. “Get some sleep.”

“Hey,” said Dean shaking you awake. There was an awful odor near your face, Dean holding a cup too close to your nose. “I figured out the time part of it. I can send you back but you’re stuck little. Do you think you have something where you’re from to figure that out?”

“I think so,” you said.

“Okay,” said Dean. “Drink this and in a few minutes you’ll be back in 2018.”

“Alright,” you said, reaching for the glass when Dean pulled it away. “What?”

“You’re an adult in your head but I can’t let a four year old wander around by herself,” said Dean.

“I’ll be fine,” you said.

“I’m coming with you. When I know you’re safe, I’ll use the spell to jump back here,” said Dean. You opened your mouth to argue but you already saw a backpack on the floor behind him, a smaller one for yourself too. “I got a feeling old Dean won’t be too happy if I let you get lost.”

“Fine,” you grumbled. After a few minutes you were standing in the living room, holding Dean’s hand, your head swimming. “Dean.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said. You felt something pull at you before it got cold. It was night and you were standing in a pile of rubble and Dean looked absolutely mortified.

“Dean,” you said, tugging him out of the old wood and towards the junkyard.

“What happened to Bobby’s house?” asked Dean.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, hoping one of the old cars would run. It took an hour but Dean got one running eventually.

“Where are going little lady?” asked Dean.

“Lebanon,” you said, resting your head on your backpack. “Wake me up when we get there.”

“Rise and shine, Y/N,” said Dean, gently shaking you awake. “We just hit town. Where am I supposed to be going?”

You gave him the directions, Dean stopping the car just near the door down into the bunker.

“We live here?” he asked. “Underground?”

“No. I brought you here to stare at this door for no reason,” you said.

“Someone needs her nap,” said Dean, holding up his hands.

“Come on,” you said, tugging on his pant leg so he went to the door. You pressed a hand against it and it opened, Dean cocking his head as he followed you inside.

“Who the hell...” you heard come to a stop, a smile spreading on an older Dean’s face before he frowned. “You’re so tiny.”

“I’m hoping you can fix that,” you said, moving down the stairs too fast, young Dean scooping you off your feet.

“We don’t need you falling again,” he said, setting you down at the bottom. You couldn’t hide the blush on your face when you looked up at your Dean.

“You okay?”’asked Dean. “We found the spell to get you back a while ago. We were hoping you did too.”

“Mhm,” you said, your Dean kneeling down to be at eye level with you.

“Sweetheart?” asked Dean, rubbing your arm.

“She needs a snack,” said young Dean. “Her body acts like a toddlers.”

“I imagine that’s got you pretty pissed off,” said Dean.

“You have no idea,” said the younger Dean. After a hug from Sam, you went to the kitchen and got yourself something, so happy to be home again. “Hey, kid. I’m taking off.”

“Thanks for helping me,” you said.

“Eh, no problem. I’ll see you around someday,” he said with a smile.

Ten minutes later the bunker was quiet again, Dean chuckling as he came into the kitchen.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

“He won’t remember any of this. I didn’t. Sam and Bobby didn’t,” said Dean.

“I’m glad, otherwise this would be too weird,” you said.

“Because me talking to my girlfriend stuck in the body of a four year old isn’t messed up enough,” said Dean with a chuckle. “Alright. We’ll work a spell to get you fixed up while you settle in.”

“Dean,” you sighed, half crawling over the table for the cereal box. “No offense but how long is this going to take? It’s been two weeks.”

“Other me got like a whole year and I get two weeks?” teased Dean.

“Make me big again,” you groaned.

“Sammy thinks he found something that’ll work but we sort of had to ask Rowena for help,” said Dean.

“I don’t care. I just want to be an adult.”

“Well aren’t you the most adorable little thing!” said Rowena, pinching your cheek.

“Ro. I will bite you if you ever do that again,” you warned, raising an eyebrow.

“Ball of spitfire like always,” she said. “Alright. Sit the munchkin over there and we should have a full grown woman in just a minute.”

Except nothing happened. You frowned, waiting another minute in silence before Rowena was moving around.

“It must be the other spell that’s stopping the de-aging that’s preventing this one from working,” she said.

“We’ll fix that one then,” said Dean, giving you a reassuring smile.

Three hours later you excused yourself, finding your bed and crawling in it. The door opened not long after that, a small blanket placed over you.

“Other Dean left this for you,” said Dean, rubbing your back. “We’ll get it. Rowena needs more time is all. You’re not stuck.”

“What if I am though?” you asked.

“I’d make sure you found a nice family to grow up with then,” he said.

“I’m already grown up,” you said, throwing back your covers. “I-“

“Would you calm down, sweetheart? I didn’t say I’d put you foster care now did I? “ he said, waiting for you to sit back down.

“What do you mean then?” you asked.

“No hunting. We could go somewhere else. You could grow up normal if you wanted. No school unless you really want to go through that again,” said Dean. “You wouldn’t have to try to act like someone you’re not.”

“I’m just freaking out. It’s hard to control these emotions sometimes,” you said.

“Like how you cried at that dog commercial?” asked Dean with a smile.

“Shut up, loser,” you said, fixing your bedspread. “The least you can do is give me a piggyback ride.”

“Alright. But when you’re an adult again, I am so not doing this all the time.”

One Week Later

“Good morning Dean,” you said, sipping on a cup of coffee as he strolled into the kitchen looking at your very much adult self. “Exactly one week, like Rowena said.”

“I missed you,” said Dean, walking over and picking you up, giving you a tight hug.

“Dean. Need to breathe,” you said.

“Look at you!” he said, spinning you around but quickly setting you down. “You’re heavy.”

“Am not,” you said, throwing your arms around his neck, Dean already halfway to the kiss you were looking for. “I’m so glad I’m an adult again.”

“You were pretty cute. I gotta thank my younger self for keeping an eye on you. Not sure how he did it for a whole year,” said Dean.

“Actually Bobby watched me for the most part,” you said. “I see why you turned out the way you did. I sort of took something from him while the house was still standing. Well I made a copy which you have no idea how hard that was to do for a four year old in 2005.”

“What is it?” he asked. You nodded to the counter and the object on top.

“Pictures. There weren’t a lot but there are some of when you and Sam were little. I thought maybe I couldn’t change the past but I could take something back at least,” you said.

“This is awesome,” said Dean, flipping through the small photo album, a smile on his face. “Thanks Y/N. I got to show this to Sam and mom too when she gets back.”

“You’re welcome,” you said, wrapping your arms around him.

“I definitely missed that.”

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cupcakeb · 4 years ago

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Mkay so, ops on these ships/+the characters MarinaxSamu MarinaxNano NanoxRebe RebexSamu CarlaxSamu CarlaxPolo PoloxValxCaye ValxRebe PoloxChristian PoloxChristianxCarla GuzmánxLu GuzmánxNadia AnderxOmar Malik(?)xOmar And NadiaxVal, sorry there's so many lmao

I have a lot of opinions on all of these, but let me try to keep this brief! (update: I definitely did not stick to that) Marina/Samu: boooring, though I will say s1 Samuel was goofy and cute Marina/Nano: great chemistry (makes sense since the actors are dating) but they would’ve been super unhappy together the second Marina snapped out of her teenage rebellion and realized she’s now stuck with a deadbeat fool and a baby. Nano/Rebe: INTRIGUING! Rebe/Samu: Why.... Just why... much better off as friends, though idk why she’d even still be friends with him after the shit he pulled with her mom. Carla/Samu: I think they sort of worked in S2 because Ester literally has intense sexual chemistry with EVERYONE. Other than that the writers made both of them act completely out of character just to sort of make Carmuel work and I’m not a fan. The pining in s3 was super random unless they had a whole deep emotional relationship that we didn’t see on screen. (if so, why did we only get to see them eating/talking about pasta?? bad writing) Carla/Polo: I am so sad we never really got to see them together aside from small glances in s1 because I genuinely think they had such an interesting dynamic. If he wasn’t dead I’d say they’re the kind of couple that finds it’s way back to each other eventually. Polo/Val/Caye: Again, intriguing! I think it took two of the most interesting characters on the show to make Cayetana even remotely likable for a minute. Valerio/Rebeka: Total OTP material. I WISH the writers had explored their friendship/chemistry/EVERYTHING more. They are a bizarrely good match. Polo/Christian: One sided, Christian was clearly 0% into Polo Polo/Carla/Christian: Super super fun! Way more interesting than the s3 trio. The contrast between Polo and Christian’s personalities, the long standing relationship Carla and Polo had before Christian came into the picture... Good stuff! Guzmán/Lu: I think they were actually a good match, but got together at the wrong time. Both of them need to mature a ton to really be able to grasp the sort of love they clearly have/had for each other. Does that make sense? IDK... my personal opinion is that they would work well ten years in the future. Guzmán/Nadia: IMO their entire dynamic is a classic example of teenage infatuation. It was interesting to see, but the will-they-wont-they got a bit old and their weird kissing (lol) really put me off in s2. Not to mention that Guzmán is a total asshole for cheating and I’d kind of expect Nadia to be better than to go along with that. Their s3 ending was absolutely ridiculous and unrealistic and criiiinge. (They will SO not wait for each other, who does that at age 18) Ander/Omar: Fun in s1. Weird to see the writers trying to push them so hard, I’m 99% sure it’s to pander to fans because they realize they have a huge obsessive following. Their relationship is kind of toxic, unhealthy, and IMO their chemistry isn’t even great. Feels a bit odd to pretend it’ll work long term. S3 was a mess (cancer??? cheating?? all of it) for them and I have no clue what other drama the writers can even throw at them in s4. Malik/Omar: let’s just say I firmly believe Malik should’ve never been on the show at all Nadia/Val: They actually had some really good chemistry in s2 and an interesting dynamic. I definitely see why people ship them!

basically I think most characters on this stupid show work together because most of the actors are incredibly attractive and decently talented so you can make a case for most of them based on chemistry alone.

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pastelbrachypelma · 5 years ago

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Sooo...

Remember how I said ages ago...that I might write some Good Omens RPF?

Well...I did it.

David paced up and down the trailer, anxiously pulling at his shirt. He couldn’t rest, not until he’d heard from her.

“Hello!” Georgia’s bright, lively voice greeted him, and David felt himself relax a bit.

“Georgia...hi.” David smiled. “It’s good to hear your voice. How are you?”

Georgia giggled. “You worry too much! I’m fine! This is, like, my seventh time being pregnant. It’s not like I’m suffering.” She grunted, presumably as the baby kicked her; this little one was feisty. “...much.”

“I’m just wondering how you are, that’s all,” David leaned up against the counter in the trailer’s small kitchen. The Good Omens set might have had big-name stars, but it was a small-ish production, all things considered. Nothing like the movies he’d worked on in L.A., or even the massive demand of an American television set. It felt more like hanging out with friends...when the camera wasn’t rolling, anyway.

Georgia sighed at him fondly. “I know. I worry about you, too. You can get into your own head so much that you forget to have fun. Really, I promise I’m doing well. I’d tell you if I wasn’t.”

“That’s true.” And comforting. He never had to guess with Georgia; her candid nature was something that he absolutely adored about her. “How are the kids?”

“Being very helpful. They even made me breakfast!”

“Oh dear.”

“Yeah, it was a bit of a mess...but they meant well.”

“Don’t they always?”

Georgia chuckled, and David could picture her smile perfectly, which made him smile as well. “Don’t work so hard, all right? You’ll make yourself sick one of these days.”

“I’ll be fine.” David rolled his eyes fondly. “Suppose I’d better go catch kraft services before someone takes the last plate.”

“You had better,” Georgia warned him. “If there weren’t labor laws, I swear you’d work straight through lunch daily.”

“I just go where they tell me, Georgia.”

“As you should.” Georgia made a kissing noise through the phone. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

David held the phone away from his ear, smiling as he fiddled with it, sliding it between his fingers. He’d been so worried about leaving Georgia while she was pregnant to do the filming for Good Omens, and now that she was showing in proper fashion, he worried even more. Especially because he couldn’t exactly catch a taxi or an Uber back home to see her. They were filming on location, which was sometimes a pain if it was far away and he got nervous like this. Most of the time, it was nice, though.

David sighed, stretching with a grunt, and pocketed his phone. Now that his fears were abated, he realized he was hungry. He’d been so preoccupied that morning, what with hair and makeup and costumes, that he’d barely caught kraft services, and by then, he had to eat a banana and report to set. It wasn’t the worst, not by a long shot, but sometimes, he longed to work on American productions again. Kraft services were amazing in America, and always well-stocked.

However, upon following his nose to where the lunch catering was set up for the day, he found that the kraft service workers were clearing up, and that only a few assistants were hanging around, drinking tea and chatting. His heart sank, and he felt his stomach turn over itself once or twice. It wasn’t very pleasant.

With a heavy sigh, David turned back to his trailer. He probably still had a granola bar or something left over from breakfast, something to tide him over. He liked to think he was never a very grumpy person to work with, but he knew that if he started to get tired, he could end up being much more aloof than usual, and with Neil and Michael and everyone watching…

“Hey! David!”

Speak of the devil. David mustered up a shy smile, crossing his arms over his chest as Michael appeared from the lingering crowd of people. That white-blond cloud of hair, chosen for the character he was playing, looked out of place with Michael’s street clothes. It only really suited him when he was in costume.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Michael clasped David’s shoulder. He was bombastic and full of energy. And loud. Living in America had really rubbed off on him, not that David minded that most of the time. It made him great to play off of in interviews, and made David laugh in between takes, helping him relax and get back into character. Whatever Crowley and Aziraphale were actually supposed to be with each other, it always helped him visualize a centuries-old relationship after he’d broke character because of Michael making faces at him from across the room. “Where were you?”

“Trailer,” David shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “Calling Georgia.”

Michael’s smile burned from wide and beaming to fond and sympathetic. That was another thing that bonded them; they both had someone pregnant waiting for them at home. It was nice to talk to someone who understood. “Yeah, I understand, mate. How is she?”

“Well enough to tell me off for worrying,” David admitted sheepishly, chuckling. “She’s done this all before, so…”

“All your fault for breeding like rabbits,” Michael teased, elbowing him and making David laugh genuinely. “Hey, mind running lines for a bit before we have to head to set?”

“Ah, no…” David shook his head, feeling a bit woozy. “Think I might go have a lie-down before call time…”

A knowing glint sparkled in Michael’s eyes. “Ah, you missed lunch, didn’t you? Bad luck, that. It was, as Aziraphale would say, scrumptious.”

“Aye, rub it in, why don’tchya?” David swatted at him playfully. “Seriously. If I don’t get my head down, I’ll be a broody monster, and I don’t wanna frighten off the techs.”

“Nah, fuck that!” Michael exclaimed joyfully. “C’mon! Catering’s got leftovers! I’m sure we can ask them for some.”

“No, it’s all right--oi!” David found himself jerked forward as Michael grabbed him bodily by the arm and dragged him forward. “Knock it off, Michael!” He protested, though it was rather ruined by his laughter. “We’re like kids in a schoolyard!”

“Damn right!” Michael called back at him, grinning like a fool. “You’ve got top billing, David. There’s no way Neil, Douglas, or any of them would want you on set half-starved!”

“Ah...well…” David tried to protest further, but the words died in his throat as Michael dragged him towards the catering trucks. He couldn’t help it; his mouth started to water, and breakfast seemed farther away by the minute. “Mmm.”

“Good, yeah?” Michael was smiling like a dog that just brought back a particularly impressive stick. “I swear, they sprung for the good stuff today.”

David looked around helplessly at the caterers putting away half-full dishes and soup containers and felt his stomach growl. Georgia would kill him if she found out he’d skipped a meal to fuss over her for nothing, but he didn’t want to be a nuisance either. “Michael, they’re already packing up for the day, I can’t--”

“You can,” Michael said seriously, his eyes glinting, “and you shall. C’mon.”

“W-wait--!”

But it was too late. Michael paraded them in front of one of the attendants, who was busy packing away a large container of some kind of pasta alfredo dish. “Excuse me, miss, but my friend here missed last call. Any chance you could sneak him a plate?”

The catering lady shrugged. “Sure thing. We’ve got plenty left.” She grabbed a disposable plate sitting nearby and piled some pasta onto it. “Would you like fish as well? We’ve got breaded flounder.”

“Yes, please,” David said shyly, smiling kindly. “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” The woman handed David the plate she’d made with a bland smile. He returned it with a genuine one; this was already more than he expected.

But it seemed Michael wasn’t done yet. “Oh, look! Those grilled vegetables were outstanding! And you’ve got to have a roll, of course...and that cheesecake was divine..!”

Once the two men reemerged, each of their hands carrying a plate, they realized they had only a half an hour before call time.

“C’mon,” Michael beckoned, tilting his head. “My trailer’s closer.”

David snorted. “I swear if I find your boxers on the counter again…”

“That was one time! And you surprised me!”

The two men laughed, sitting themselves at the booth in Michael’s trailer. The older man shoved the plates he was carrying over towards David, relaxing in the booth as the leaner of the two of them tucked in with rightful enthusiasm. Michael couldn’t help smiling, his eyes and mind drifting to the bustle of the crew outside. He marveled at them sometimes, how they did as much, if not more, work than himself and his fellow actors, and yet only got credit when the award shows rolled around. If that.

David’s fond laugh brought him back to the present moment, and he leaned in towards his friend, elbows resting on the table. “What’s so funny, eh?”

The other man sighed, twirling a bit of past around his fork. “Just thinking that I’m not going to be able to eat all this. And the scene I’m filming...I don’t think I can be too full for it.” he frowned.

“Oh, go on,” Michael flapped his hand dismissively. “By the time we get into costume, you’ll be all right. Honestly, you’ll burn it off in two seconds. Remember what we’re filming.”

David nodded, mouth full, and spoke only after swallowing. Bloody man and his manners. “Right, yeah, the church scene.”

“Exactly,” Michael watched David easily polish off the rest of the pasta and half the fish with satisfaction. “Crowley’s supposed to rescue Aziraphale. It won’t do if you’re swooning into my arms.”

“Oi,” David laughed, kicking at Michael’s shins. “You’re always saying that’s what Aziraphale really wants. We’ll give the fans what they ask for.”

“Hm,” Michael pretended deep contemplation. “Well, guess it depends on who you ask...some people seem to like Crowley dominant.”

David sputtered, coughing, and reached for his water bottle. “Oh my God,” he breathed, mock-glaring at Michael. “Bastard. I could’ve choked!”

Michael snorted. “I’d have saved you. Who else would play Crowley, if not you?”

“Aww,” David crooned sarcastically.

There was a bit of silence while David finished his plate. Michael yawned, stretching, and threw one arm over the back of the booth as he slouched, definitely not watching David eating the cheesecake. Well, he could sympathize with Crowley, at least. What was so...interesting about watching someone eat, anyway? At least David had some food in him. His co-star had looked incredibly piquey during the morning’s filming, and when pressed, he admitted to missing the breakfast cart. He’d been worried when he hadn’t seen David at lunch, but hadn’t thought to check his trailer.

“Still need that nap?” Michael asked. “We've still got fifteen minutes, and you can have my couch for a bit.”

“Nah, i’ll be all right,” David beamed. “I feel better now. Thank you.”

“It’s like I said. Can’t have you swooning into my arms.”

“Oi. I am not a blushing bride!”

#david tennant #michael sheen #rpf #real person fiction #good omens #*coughs*#personal #uhh yep so #that happened #please go comment on ao3 even if you read it here ok #it would make my day

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let-it-raines · 5 years ago

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Second In Command prompt: I loved seeing Killian so caring and concerned when Emma was hurt (cutting herself at the pub and collapsing on stage). Worried Killian is too adorable. I'd love to see something where Killian is away on a work trip and he gets a call one of the kids had an accident (of course they are ultimately fine in the end with no lasting damage, just lots of extra love and care from mom and dad).

Killian’s guided around the facility, several different people telling him the ins and outs of what they do every day and what is done when they’re deployed overseas. No matter how many times he’s heard it before, it’s all a bit overwhelming to him to have to hear about the military and their daily tasks, especially when he knows that he should have been a member of the Royal Navy after he graduated from University, but it’s honestly mostly the emotions behind it all. He’s heard several stories about the loss of loved ones or serious, life-changing injuries today, and it makes his stomach twist in uncomfortable knots. These people are protecting him, protecting his family and the families of everyone in the nation, and all he does is take guided tours and cut ribbons to open new physical therapy offices.

Really, he knows that he does more, knows that he does actually help and do good, but after listening to someone tell him how much of an ache it is to miss the birth of his daughter and most of her formative years, he can’t help the nagging feeling that’s settling within him. He can’t imagine missing the birth of any of his three children or missing so much of their lives when he already feels like he’s missing so much of them when he is home as often as he can be and more than most working parents.

Linnie turned one two days ago, and he’s still not over it. That’s his smallest little love, and she’s technically a toddler. He’s not sure if he believes in the fact that once a baby turns one, they’re no longer a baby, but then again, his rambunctious six-and-a-half year old lad is still his baby.

He’s getting sappier in his old age.

Who is he kidding? He’s always been sappy when it comes to his children.

When he finishes touring the facility, cataloguing stories he’s told and improvements that need to be made, he loads up in the backseat of the car and lets Thomas start the hour-long drive home while he makes notes over ways that he’d like to personally help more. He knows that nearly everything on this list will get rejected, that he’ll be stretching himself too thin, but it’s at least worth the effort to maybe get one or two things approved.

If Emma doesn’t absolutely veto everything since he’s already been taking on more than strictly necessary.

Emma is most definitely going to veto him.

“Have a good weekend with your family, mate,” he tells Thomas when he’s dropped off at home, the car parked on the cobblestone pathway that leads to their front door.

“You too, sir. Please tell Sutton thank you again for the lovely pictures she drew me.”

“Aye, I will,” he laughs, getting out of the car and shutting the door behind him.

He can’t hear the sounds of anyone playing outside, so he figures that Emma has them all inside for dinner. Quickly, he makes his way to the front door, typing in the code for their security system before stepping into the entryway so that his shoes hit against the dark hardwood the fills most of their bottom floor. He can hear Sutton talking, her little voice carrying from what he thinks is the kitchen, and he smiles a bit to himself knowing that she’s going to come running up to him the moment she realize he’s home.

It’s the little things that make his day. To be loved so deeply by someone that their entire day is made simply by him coming home is…everything.

But before he can even make his way to the kitchen, he’s intercepted in the hallway by his wife who looks as beautiful as always but a little worse for wear with her un-brushed hair and smudged makeup with her lounge clothes from this morning still on.

“Hi, beautiful,” he greets, stretching his lips into a smile while he dips his head down to capture his lips with hers, his hands finding their place on her hips while he tastes the bit of chocolate on her. “How are you?”

“I’m fine. I just – ” She looks up at him with her bottom lip between her teeth, a little worry in her eyes, and he gets that familiar twisting in his stomach that he felt earlier. But worse. Far, far worse. “Don’t freak out.”

Shit. That’s never good. No one has ever told him not to freak out and then he has proceeded to not freak out.

He always freaks out.

“Emma, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” she promises, sliding her hands up to rest on his chest. “I mean, technically something is wrong, but it’s not a big deal. I just don’t want you to freak out.”

“What happened?” he insists, squeezing her hips a little more tightly to encourage her to speak.

“Okay so – ”

“Daddy,” Andy screeches, running toward the two of them at full speed, and over Emma’s shoulder he can see that Andy’s right arm is wrapped in a blue cast.

What in the world? That worry that had settled within him twists up again, really burning to blazing new heights, and his eyes glance toward Emma only for her to lean forward and rest her forehead against his shoulder for the briefest of moments before she pulls back.

“Daddy, will you sign my cast?” Andy asks with a bright smile on his face, his front tooth missing even if it is growing back the tiniest bit. He looks ridiculous, but honestly somehow Andy is even more persuasive with things than he was before.

“I want to draw on it,” Sutton shouts as she follows in behind Andy. And if Linnie could walk, he’s sure she would be just behind Sutton.

“I want Daddy to sign it first, Sutton.”

“You already let Mummy draw on it.”

“That’s because she’s Mummy.”“Well, I’m Sutton,” she huffs, placing her hands on her hips with all of the might that a four-year-old shouldn’t have.

His daughter isn’t any four-year-old.

“Woah, woah,” he sighs, his eyes not sure where to focus, so he leans down and picks Sutton up, kissing her cheek before he squats down in front of his son to look at his arm and make sure it really is there underneath his cast. “Would somebody like to tell Daddy what happened to Andy’s arm before I sign any casts? Huh?”

“Well,” Andy starts, shaking his head and flicking back his black hair because it needs a trim, “I was on the playground at school, and Oliver and I were playing Pirate Captain, which is really cool because I got to be the Captain.”

“Of course. Who else would you be?”

“I don’t know. I also like being the guy who gets to steer the ship.”

“That’s fun too, lad,” he encourages, putting Sutton on the ground and watching Emma walk into the other room with Sutton following behind her, mumbling something about her wanting to be a pirate captain too. His children are insane, and he still needs to see Linnie. She’s likely in her play pen. God, he hopes she’s not simply crawling around with no one watching her. They don’t need any more broken bones. “But how did we get the broken arm?”

“Oh, I fell.”

“Off of what, lad?”

Andy shrugs his shoulders, his smile still just as bright as it was in the beginning, and he wonders just how crazy everything was without him today. Seriously. His son has somehow broken a bone while at school, and he’s only finding out about it hours later. How did no one tell him? Why did no one tell him?

“The monkey bars,” Andy sighs, exasperated as he throws his head back. “I was pretending to climb up the sails, and I fell super far down onto the ground. It hurt. Like, a lot, but then Mrs. Simon came and got me, and I got to go to the hospital like last year when Linnie came out of Mummy’s tummy and was all red and squishy and gross.”

Indy walks into the hallway then, her tail wagging and Sutton’s favorite doll in her mouth, and he wonders if their house could be any more chaotic. Then again, he doesn’t know what’s going on in the other room with Emma and the girls.

Quickly, he reaches to stratch behind Indy’s ears to try to get her to drop the doll. When she does, he picks it up, ignoring the slobber and sticking it in his coat pocket. These trousers are really too tight for him to be squatting down this long, and honestly, he’s not sure that they won’t rip when he stands up.

That would be the cherry on top of today, really.

“Are you okay, buddy?” he asks Andy, reaching forward to push his hair off his forehead while his eyes scan Andy’s face to make sure that there aren’t any other injuries. He can’t believe any of this. This was…his children aren’t supposed to get hurt. He knows it’s going to happen, that it’s life, but he wants to forever keep them safe in his arms like he did when they were infants. “Does it still hurt? Did Mummy give you any medicine?”

“Yeah.” He sticks his tongue out. “It was nasty.”

“I bet it was.”

“She also let me have an extra biscuit before dinner.”

“Ahh,” he chuckles, shaking his head a bit before he leans forward to brush his lips over Andy’s forehead. “Why don’t we go in the kitchen then? Get some of that dinner in your belly.”

“Are you going to sign my cast?”

“Of course, but you have to let your sister draw on it too.”

His nose scrunches up at that, but he does end up nodding his head up and down in affirmation.

When he and Andy make their way into the kitchen, Indy following at their ankles, Sutton is sitting in the cushioned nook surrounded by windows that give them a view out into the pool and the garden. She seems to be picking at her plate of pasta, while Emma is currently trying to keep pureed carrots off of Linnie’s high chair and in her mouth. It doesn’t seem to be working. But these are their nights, so he fixes himself and Emma a plate of something to eat, helping Andy along the way, before he joins his wife and his kids at the table, the conversation loudly flowing as Andy decides to continuously retell the story of his broken arm, each retelling getting a bit more dramatic, while Sutton has to share about her own day and how she had to miss ballet class. Linnie only babbles, but he imagines she’s wondering if she can somehow trade out families for a quieter one.

He can nearly guarantee it.

After dinner, he and Emma split up getting everyone to bed, bath time the thing that still consumes most of their night, even more so now since Andy’s cast can’t get wet, but after he gets Sutton to sleep, he moves down the hall to Andy’s room, opening up the door and peeking inside at him lining up all of his trains on the table. He’s so much like Emma sometimes, but then he does little things like that, and all Killian can see is himself. It’s the oddest thing.

He quite likes it.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed, lad?”

“In a minute,” he responds, not bothering to turn around as he switches two trains on the table.

“Andy.”

“Sorry,” he apologizes, fixing one last thing before he quickly makes his way into his bed, climbing up on the mattress and tucking himself in while Killian settles down on the other side of the bed, propping his socked feet up over the navy comforter.

“Do you want me to read you a story?”

“Can you make one up?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I think I may be out of all of my made up stories.”

“Dad,” he whines, scooting down further into the bed until Killian can only see the bridge of his nose that’s covered with freckles and the blue of his eyes partially hidden under dark lashes. “You can’t be out.”

“But what if I am? What if I have no stories left in me?”

“Then you need to go get Mummy.”

Killian chuckles to himself and folds his hands together before placing them on his stomach, looking up at the ceiling fan for a moment while he clicks his tongue. He needs to dust in Andy’s room. He needs to dust in all of the rooms now that he thinks about it. “Hmm, so fifteen years ago on a dark and stormy night a young prince was running away from his family. You see, they’d gotten into a rather big fight.”

Andy shifts in bed again, turning onto his side so that he faces Killian with half of his face squished into a pillow. “About what?”

“They wouldn’t let him have chocolate for dinner.”“I’d fight about that too.”

“I know you would,” he chuckles, unclasping his hands to reach over and brush Andy’s hair back since he knows that it’s soothing. His cast is resting on top of his comforter, Killian’s scribbled “Daddy” with a drawing off Indy prominent next to Emma’s neat script and Sutton’s rather messy one, though not as messy as the scribble that Linnie added. He can’t believe Andy hurt himself so badly. “So the prince was caught in the rain, and he needed a place to go so he wouldn’t get sick, and there, in the dark night he found this shining yellow light.”

“What was it?”

“Well, another magic castle of course.”

“Was it big like the prince’s castle?”

He’s never going to get through a story with his son asking every question in the book, but this is always what happens when Andy asks him to make up a story instead of reading on in a book full of pictures. And maybe he’s copping out by telling a fantasized story of how he and Emma met, but he’s tired. He’s tired and there’s only so much he can do.

He likes the days where he gets to read actual books.

“It was smaller, but oftentimes smaller things mean so much more. Houses don’t have to be big to be special, lad. And that’s what happened here because inside this small castle with the glowing yellow light was a fair maiden.”

“What’s a maiden?”

“A girl.”

“A pretty one?”

“Aye, but she was also very smart and funny, which are two very important things, my boy, and she was very kind to the soaked prince because she gave him dry clothes and food and a place to spend his time until the rain disappeared.”

“Do the girl and the prince fall in love?” Andy gasps, very obviously knowing enough about fairy tales to get where Killian is going with this even if their life is not a fairy tale. He likes it that way, but they do have a damn good story.

“You bet they do.”

It takes about five minutes before Andy is drifting off to sleep, his lashes landing against his cheeks, and Killian leans over to kiss his forehead. “I love you,” he whispers, lingering a bit before propping a pillow under Andy’s cast, hoping that he doesn’t roll too much tonight. But Andy is a heavy sleeper, always has been since he got past his infant days, so Killian is able to quietly leave the room, turning off the lights and shutting the door behind him as he walks toward his own bedroom.

Emma isn’t in bed yet, so he’s not surprised to find her in the bathroom standing over her vanity rubbing some sort of cream into her face. He knows that she knows he’s in the room, but he quietly steps up behind her anyways, wrapping his arms around her stomach and resting his hands there while he buries his nose in her neck, peppering a few kisses there and breathing her in like he’s longed to do all day. He stays still while she keeps moisturizing her face, only moving to rest his chin on her shoulder when she pats his hands against her stomach.

“So, anything exciting happen to you today?” he jokes, the exhaustion hitting him in a way that he knows must have hit Emma hours ago.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when it happened, Killian. I – ” She looks at him in the mirror and leans her head back against his cheek while her eyes close for the briefest of moments. “I got the call while I was feeding Linnie. Like, I legit had my boob out feeding one kid while Sutton was running around with her ballet outfit on backwards, and I get this call from the school saying there’s an accident. I think my heart stopped beating. I know that I stopped breathing.”“I’m sorry, love,” he murmurs, kissing her shoulder. “I can’t imagine how terrifying that must have been.”

“It was awful. I mean, she said accident, and I lost my mind. I could barely understand anything after that, barely heard that he had hurt his arm and that the school nurse figured it was broken, but I was grabbing the kids and rushing out the door. He was so brave, babe. I mean, his face was all red and puffy, but once he calmed down, he was just awesome. He thought it was the coolest thing, and I was a complete and total mess thinking about him being hurt.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I would have come home immediately. Surely you know that.”

“I didn’t want to worry you until I had to. I knew today was important to you, and honestly, until about the time when you texted me that you were coming home, I figured I didn’t have to worry you until you actually got home. There was no point in making you suffer in that car.”

He hums, not really sure what to say but knowing what he wants to say. “Darling, if one of our kids was hurt, and I didn’t call you right away, you realize you would murder me, right?”“I definitely would.”

“So maybe next time one of our children gets hurt, because it is going to happen again, you don’t worry about carrying that burden all on your own, yeah? We got married for many a reason, but one of my favorites ones is sharing the burdens.”

“In that case there’s a really nasty spaghetti sauce stain on the carpet in the living room, and I need you to get it out.”

Killian chuckles against her before moving his hands off of her stomach and encouraging Emma to turn around until her hands are wrapped around his neck and his hands are inching ever so close to her ass, fingers nearly there. “I am always here to get your spaghetti sauce stains out.”

“How do you know I made the stain?”

“Because you never would have let the kids in the living room with marinara sauce.”

#second in command #cs fic #cs ff #captain swan #captain swan fic

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the-transfox · 5 years ago

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A “Quick” History

I’m gonna put a “keep reading” thing so I don’t clog anyone’s dash or anything, depending on how long this gets. This is basically just a quick background info on my history regarding my gender and related topics.

I’ve never really liked being feminine. Hated dresses, hated makeup, hated showing any amount of my skin, overall just... the entire idea was not my thing. The most feminine thing about me for a long time was my long hair - before I cut it, it had grown down to being an inch or two past my hips. I felt kind of... pressured, to be more feminine at times. I can only recall 2 times I wore a dress - and both times were for other people, and not me, and both times I was intensely uncomfortable and wanted to get out of it immediately. Not that everything about me is intensely anti-feminine - more recently, sometime during the time I was genderfluid (I’ll get to that in a bit), I got black lipstick. I wanted it for the aesthetic - and I only wore it once, and, again, for another person. It’s just sitting around my desk area now, waiting to be used, but never will again as far as I’m concerned. I’ve always been more of a tomboy.

When I was younger, I used to do these kind of IRL roleplay things with one of my best friends at the time. It was edgy shit, where we’d both pretend to be creepy pasta characters and the like and had this whole storyline going on and all sorts of made up drama with the characters. An... overwhelming majority of the characters I chose to act out and represent at the time were all males. I’ve always loved writing males and acting like a male - females were just... hard, for some reason. Always have been, really, even though I am biologically female. One of my favorites to do was the Jeff the Killer, obviously. He was my default, and it just felt natural, almost. It was more fun to do male characters. Hell, my first OC I ever made was a male. It makes a lot more sense now to me, looking back on it. In some cases, in more recent years, I’ve felt like I needed to go with making the character female. And I do have a lot of female OCs, don’t get me wrong. Anyway, with characters such as Coral (one of my sonas; used her often in an IRL roleplay after the former friend moved away and I moved on with another best friend) I felt like I needed to make her female, to... match my friend’s sona, Frost. I wish I hadn’t, now, but whatever. The past is in the past.

Speaking of the past, I’m a believer of past lives. And 99.9% of them are all male. Out of all of my past lives, I can only recall 2 humanoid (saying this because one was an anthro rat) lives that had female genders, and one more that was female though I don’t count because it was the life of a bengal tiger and bengal tigers don’t exactly go by pronouns so there wasn’t a whole lot of gender identity going on there in the first place. It feels natural to have male past lives, and a little... off, to have female ones. Every time I trigger a memory of a male past life, think about it, or talk about it, I used to only subconsciously refer to myself as male - though it felt great. It felt normal. My dumb fucking ass didn’t get a clue that this meant anything about my current gender identity until recently.

Sometime during my phase where I played Transformice more often, I made a separate account where I listed my gender as “male”, as an... experiment, of sorts. Wanted to see what it was like when other people thought I was a guy. I only really used the account for a single day, the day I made it, though that was enough time for me to meet people and interact. I absolutely loved it, though it didn’t occur to me afterwards for a long, long time to even think about what that meant. An embarrassing amount of time, honestly. I found my gender identity and it smacked me in the face and my response had been just “Cool, I’mma go back to being called she/her now”. Big dumbass energy, right here

Sometime in the summer/no later than early autumn of 2019 (my sense of time is... not the best, honestly) I considered becoming genderfluid. After all, I’d started to realize maybe it wasn’t so bad to go by male pronouns. Considered it a test run, of sorts. It was still primarily she/her, but online I gave people the option to call me he/him. Not many people did, but I liked the idea. It made the whole ‘internal male pronouns and identity during past lives shit’ make more sense to me at the time. In early December of 2019, I had the realization. The realization that I actually preferred male pronouns, and the idea of being male was... a lot better, than being female, or even a mix of both. It felt like me. Like it fit. My dumb ass finally figured it out, and luckily the genderfluid thing didn’t drag on for years. Since the switch to male pronouns its still a rare occurrence anybody’s actually used my new pronouns and I’ve heard it (I’ve come out to everyone I know online, though only friends in real life), though one time I was called ‘he’ irl in front of me and it made me feel great. Like a small “yeah... yeah, that’s me.” Not everyone has been completely accepting (like the person I consider my best friend - she’d responded kind of... oddly, when I came out, and said she’d been confused, and openly said that biological sex and gender are the same thing today) but I don’t really care all that much. They’ll learn to accept it if they want to keep me as a friend - or at least tolerate it. If they can’t, then I can’t go through the trouble of keeping them as a friend. One of my friends has been so supportive and it’s been delightful.

Backtracking a little, I realize I forgot to mention the fact that I hate my body. It’s not mine - or at least, it’s not one I want. Every time I think about my past lives I want to go back and have that body again. I want to be a skeleton monster again. I want to be a dragon again. I don’t want to be a weak, pathetic, human female who’s body won’t even gain weight no matter how much I eat or try, and whose throat is actively trying to tear holes in itself. And I’ve never been satisfied with the fact that its female. On a related note, I have the fear of penetration - it’s just... wrong, for anything to go inside of me down there. It should be the opposite. I miss having a cock - I wouldn’t have to worry about this anymore. Wouldn’t have to worry about something going inside of me, or having to be expected to push a fucking disgusting baby out of me. It’s frustrating.

I also feel like I realized I was transgender too late to be valid. I’ve seen so many stories (like Sam Collins) where they realized when they were tiny kids, and... what if that’s what it should be like? What if I’m wrong? What if you’re supposed to know before you’re even a teenager? So many people have realized before then, though some have realized later, and some say you can realize at any age. I just... don’t know. Anyway, that’s about it, I think - if I forgot anything, I’ll make another thing to tack onto this. Feel free to ask me questions.

#transgender #trans #transman #trans man #ftm

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