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stopthatfool · 7 months ago
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just wrote something really awesome and cool. if only i cared enough to type it up ,, now THAT would be really awesome and cool
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bluezey · 4 years ago
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Little Sister - Conception
I decided to work on the birth of Judy fanfic as my first fanfic in google docs, even though it’s gonna be a multi chapter one.  I posted the first chapter in case I lose it cause I don’t know how saving works on this yet.  So, hate to be a jerk, but the next two chapters are going to be released together.  You’re just going to have to sit on the first chapter.  At least it’s got plenty of feels to hold you over.
“Mom, I’m home,” Ian announced as he entered the home.  He placed his staff by the front door and stopped just short of the stairs.  He looked ahead into the kitchen across the way through the living room, spying a small pile of cards and presents building up for his graduation party next week.  It made him smile and feel more relieved that he just survived his last day of high school.  He walked upstairs and into his bedroom, he took two steps and flopped his backpack down by his desk.  He sighed and relaxed, feeling like a big load was mentally lifted from his shoulders, as well as physically.
Ian slumped down into his desk chair, with enough force that it rolled back a few inches.  He looked up after a moment or two to spy a note written on a sealed envelope mailed to him.  Ian could make out the sloppy, bold writing from here, Barley’s writing declaring that something awesome arrived in the mail for him.  Ian picked it up to see the letter was already opened… and it was addressed from the enrollment offices at Willowdale College.  Ian immediately tore the letter out of the envelope and read it, reading it over and over as his chocolate brown eyes grew wider and wider.
The old boom box immediately slammed atop his desk, and Ian had to try once or twice to get the old cassette tape inserted into the tape deck.  Just as he pressed play, the voice of Ian’s dad began to echo from the old speakers.
“Hello?  Hello?”
“Dad!” Ian basically shouted, then tried to control his volume.  “It’s me, Ian.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah!” Ian replied to the recording as he looked up at the pictures of his dad Wilden pinned to the wall above his desk.  “How ya been?”
“Well, I’m trying to.”
Ian chuckled to himself.  “Well, today was the last day of high school, and I’m gonna graduate next week.  I wish you were there to see it… I know, I can keep a picture of you in my pocket under my graduation robe.”
The voice on the tape laughed to himself.
“Yeah, well… remember that college you went to?  Willowdale College?”
“I know.”
Ian grew so excited he was trembling.  “Yeah, well, I got a letter of enrollment today.”  Ian showed the acceptance letter to the photos.  “I’m in!  I start this fall!  I plan to spend a few years there, and transfer to a college to take my classes in astrophysics!”  After finally revealing the information to his dad, Ian’s face and energy fell when all he heard was the white noise of the tape recording.  “Wow… I hope I get the same college experience as you did.”
“Well, let’s find out.”
Ian couldn’t think of anything else to say, but there was something he wished he could do.  Making do, he unpinned a picture of his dad off the wall and hugged it tight against his chest.  Tears of bittersweetness rolled down his glowing blue cheeks.
“Okay, bye.” The tape ended.
Ian’s face folded into a melancholy frown.  “Yeah… bye.”  He sat down, still clutching the picture to his chest in his makeshift hug.
The long string of silence was broken by Ian’s bedroom door flying open.  “Hey Ian, I- oh.”  Barley stopped mid sentence when he saw the boom box on the desk and the dried tears on Ian’s face.  “I, uh…”
“It’s okay,” Ian replied, sitting up and wiping the tear from his face while placing the picture of dad on his desk.  “Come in.”
Barley stepped into the room.  “I got off the phone with mom and- hey, you got the letter!” he interrupted himself again, seeing the acceptance letter under the picture of dad.
“Yeah.”  Ian looked curious as he remembered the writing Barley added to the open envelope.  “Did you… open it?”
“How else could I have read it?” Barley asked back.
“Barley,” Ian softly scolded with a big smile.
Barley laughed proudly as he hugged his brother tight, lifting him up out of the chair.  “I’m sorry, I had to.  I was bringing in the mail after work and I saw the letter.”  Barley finally let Ian go, Ian tried to keep his balance as they stood together, eye to eye.  “Well, congratulations, college man.”
Ian tried to hold back more tears of joy.  “Yeah, thanks.”  Trying to break the tension, Ian suggested, “Maybe you’ll be next.  Perhaps a nice community college?”
Barley scoffed in a playful laugh.  “Nay.  I’m making waves at my part time jobs.  Weekdays stocking at Valiant Taels, weekends at Manticore’s Tavern, renaissance faire in the fall, the occasional engine work out of the garage…”
“Jobs at a comic and RPG shop and a tavern isn’t gonna pay a lot, Barley,” Ian commented.
“No,” Barley shrugged, “but they’ll pay enough, for now.”
Ian chuckled before thinking aloud to himself, “Wow, Willowdale.  I can’t wait to tell mom.  Have you told her?”
“Nah, you can do that tonight.”  Just as Barley said that, the boys could hear the front door open downstairs.
“Boys, we’re home,” Laurel called from downstairs.  “Boys?”
“Up here, mom!” Barley shouted back, loud enough that Ian had to cover his long ears.
“Come down boys,” Laurel replied.  “We need to tell you something.”
“Us too!” Ian replied excitedly.  He grabbed his letter and stuffed it in the back pocket of his jeans as he raced after Barley down the stairs.
“Woah, hold your horses,” Colt laughed as Barley nearly tripped on the last step.
Ian made his way down the stairs, slowing as he saw Barley take his seat on the couch, and Laurel in a chair, with Colt standing beside Laurel.  Curiouser, Ian sat down next to Barley on the couch.  “What’s going on?” Ian asked, realizing that Colt and Laurel are smiling with excitement, but he hasn’t told them yet.
“Boys,” Laurel said, holding Colt’s hand in hers.  “I have big news.”
“Oh, so do I,” Ian said, getting ready to grab the letter from his pocket, but pausing when he heard mom’s words.
“We’re pregnant.”
Barley and Ian, almost in unison, looked at each other then to Laurel and Colt.  “What?”
“Remember how I’ve been sick for the past few days?” Laurel continued, her smiled growing brighter.  “It’s morning sickness.”
“We just came back from the doctor,” Colt continued, happily holding Laurel’s hand.  “It’s positive.”
“Positive?” Ian asked.
“Positive,” Laurel replied.
“You’re positive?” Barley asked.
“Positive!” Laurel almost shouted, hugging Colt and giving him a big kiss.
When it finally sank in, Barley was up on his feet and hugging them as well.  “A little brother?  This is amazing!  Yeah-ha!”
It sank in for Ian, but felt more like it was weighing him down.  He silently let go of the letter in his pocket and just sat there, looking down at the ground.
Laurel finally noticed and asked, “Ian?  Did you say you had news too?”
“... yeah, nevermind.”  Ian stood from his seat and walked back upstairs.
“Ian?” Laurel called out.
“Ian?” Barley called out as well, Colt also concerned.
Ian knew to be excited, he knew not to be selfish.  But the timing… he was going to graduate, he’s going to college, Willowdale College.  And now, there’s a baby.  For the first time since dad, mom is pregnant with Colt, uhm, Ian’s step dad.  Ian’s still getting used to calling Colt dad since he and Laurel got married, guess a part of him is still holding onto his dad, his first dad.  Things were getting complicated, Ian thought graduating and getting the college he wanted would fix things.  But it’s only getting worse.
“I got this, Barley.  Ian?” Laurel opened the bedroom door to see Ian lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.  He looked downtrodden, maybe even empty, like he wanted to get the thoughts racing in his head to cease just once.  Laurel sat down on the foot of the bed.  “Ian?  You had some news?”
“No, it’s okay,” Ian replied, trying not to look at her.
“Honey,” Laurel brushed a curl out of Ian’s face.  “I still want to know.  Please, tell me.”
That sweet, comforting tone helped Ian break out of his funk.  He sat up and pulled the letter from his pocket.  Instead of reading it to his mom like he planned, he just handed it to her.
Laurel silently read for a moment, but then she was bursting with excitement.  “Accepted?  You’re accepted!  My little college man!” Laurel squealed, practically throwing herself onto Ian as she gave him a big hug.
Ian finally smiled as he hugged right back.  He let those saddened tears fall, but he was happy once more.
“This is so great,” Laurel told Ian. “We’re going to go through so much.”
Ian looked confused again.  “We?”
“Yes.”  Laurel looked at Ian and explained, “You’re going to college, we’re going to have a kid.”
“We?”
“Yes,” Laurel smiled.  “It’s my child, but it’s your sibling.”
Ian looked like a deer in headlights.  “I’m… going to have a little brother?”
“Laurel!  Ian!  Dinner!” Colt called from downstairs.
“Oh!  We’ll talk later.  Race you downstairs,” Laurel announced as she ran out the door.
Ian didn’t move an inch, still staring at where Laurel’s eyesight once was.
He’s graduating.  He’s going to college.
And he’s getting a sibling
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fangirl530 · 5 years ago
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Saving a light bulb has never felt so great
This is an AU- one where the original Lil’ Bulb survived. How? You’ll have to read to find out. 
disclaimer: none of the characters belong to me, except for the OC(s). You’ll know who they are. Also, the title might change later if I can think of a better one. 
morse code translator
second chapter
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“Huey to Uncle Scrooge!” Huey's voice said from the bulb. “Our top-secret mission is underway. Good thing this is a secure line, or the Moonlanders would know-” Lil’ Bulb saluted to the moonlander before twisting himself of his body, cutting Huey off just in time. Everything went dark immediately, leaving him nothing more than a simple light bulb as he fell to the ground. 
The moonlander flinched as he heard glass breaking, the sound foreign to him. He glanced at the metal contraption the bulb had been on, and shrugging, he dropped it on the roof and moved on.
Three minutes ago…
Gosalyn Waddlemeyer walked into her bedroom, glass of water in hand, and shut the door behind her. Technically they weren't supposed to have water in the bedrooms, but it wasn’t her fault if Mrs. Quackley and Ms. Rina were to busy whispering to each other to notice. 
She walked over to the open window, about to set the glass down. When sh, when she heard a voice from outside. The voice itself wasn’t strange; she heard voices all the time. What was strange was that it was coming from above, not below. 
she climbed out the window onto the fire escape, looking up, a strange guy was standing there, hold something she couldn’t quite make out. 
“Good thing this is a secure line,” a kids voice was saying. “Or the moonlanders would know we’re in-” the voice stopped, and something small fell towards her.
Reflexes kicking in, Gosalyn dropped her glass and held out her hands to catch it. It landed safely as the glass it the fire escape, shattering into dozens of pieces. She winced. That would be fun to explain later. But right now, she had other problems. she glanced up and saw the strange guy shrug and drop something on the roof before walking away.
Confused, Gosalyn looked back down at the thing in her hands. It looked like a light bulb. Why would someone drop a lightbulb of a roof? She wondered, stepping back from the broken glass to climb back in the window. Maybe it doesn’t work? 
Seeing the lamp on the desk, she went over to it and unscrewed the bulb that was there, putting in the one she was holding Instead. When she turned it on, the bulb started flashing and buzzing.
She backed up quickly, in case it was going to explode. When it didn’t, she stepped closer and peered at it. It almost looked like it was angry. The wires inside swiveled to face her, and it flashed a few times. She thought quickly. Clearly this thing wasn’t a normal lightbulb, which meant it might be trying to talk to her…
“Okay,” she said finally. “I have no clue what you’re saying or if your even talking. So, I’ll ask you questions, and you flash once for no and twice for yes. Okay?” the bulb flashed twice, answering her unspoken question- can you understand me.
She struggled to come up with a yes or no question for a few minutes before deciding.
“That thing the guy dropped on the roof. Is that a part of you?” the bulb flashed twice. “Okay, do you want me to get it for you?” it’s light turned red, pulsing brightly and flashing no about a dozen times. Gosalyn held her hands up. “Okay, okay! Geez, calm down.” she waited until the bulb faded back to yellow before continuing.
“Were you speaking morse code earlier?” it flashed twice. “Okay, give me just a second.” She moved the lamp to the floor and sat by it, taking out her phone. After a few taps, she looked at the bulb. 
“Okay, I’m ready. Why don’t you want your other part back? Go slow, so i can type it out.”
“ .. - / ... . .-. ...- . ... / .- ... / -.-. --- -- -- ..- -. .. -.-. .- - .. --- -. / .-- .. - .... / - .... . / --- - .... . .-. ... .-.-.- / -.-. .- -. .----. - / .-. .. ... -.- / .. - / ..-. .- .-.. .-.. .. -. --. / .. -. - --- / - .... . / .- .-.. .. . -. .----. ... / .... .- -. -.. ... / .- --. .- .. -. .-.-.-”
“Aliens?!” Gosalyn exclaimed when she read the translation. 
" - .... . -.-- / -... . --. .- -. / - --- / .. -. ...- .- -.. . / . .- .-. - .... / - .... .. ... / -- --- .-. -. .. -. --. .-.-.- / -.. .. -.. -. ’ - / -.-- --- ..- / ... . . ..--.. ”
“No! I was up here drawing! So that guy on the roof was an alien?” the bulb flashed twice. “Should I be out there helping?” it flashed once, then continued to speak.
"There are people out there handling it now. It’s best if you stay here, out of danger.” Gosalyn scowled.
“Why? I’m sure I could do something! I have great hockey skills. I bet hitting aliens isn’t that much harder.”
The bulb flashed no at her in what she assumed was a firm manor. She sighed. “Fine, I-” a bunch of thumping sounded from the stairs, and Gosalyn didn’t need her phone to know that the bulb was telling her to hide. She quickly put the lamp on the desk and shut it off, then dove under one of the beds. Not a second later, feet came into the room. 
“Nothing in here,” a voice commented. “Anything in the other rooms?” A bunch of quiet “no’s” called back from the rest of the upstairs. “Looks like we got everyone, then. Come on, let’s move out!” footsteps sounded as the aliens moved from her room, but she could still see two sets of feet. 
“Did that make me sound like a real troop leader?” the voice asked, sounding hopeful.
“Yes dear, you were perfect!” another said reassuringly. 
Something beeped, and the first voice gasped. “It’s Lunaris!” he said.
“Soldiers,” a new voice said in a commanding tone. “I need you both down to sto scrooge’s mansion and stop anyone who tries to come in.”
“Yes sir, general Lunaris!” both aliens left the room, leaving Gosalyn alone again. She crawled out from under the bed, then went to the lamp and turned it on. 
“Wow,” she said as the bulb blinked on. “You weren't kidding.” she sighed. “I guess staying here is smart.” voices floated up from downstairs, and she rolled her yes. “Especially since they’re apparently staying here.” she moved the lamp to the floor again and sat down. “We should probably do introductions. I’m Gosalyn. What’s your name?”
" .-.. .. .-.. .----. / -... ..- .-.. -... .-.-.- / "
“It’s  a little late for this, but it’s nice to meet you, Lil’ Bulb. Do you… have a favorite color?” 
They went on like this for a while- Lil bulb didn’t seem to want to share any of his past, but that was okay with her. She wasn’t sharing with him either. 
They were in the middle of a round of twenty questions when footsteps came pounding up the stairs. Scowling, Gosalyn stood. She wasn’t going to hide this time- she’d give this alien a piece of her mind! Despite Lil' Bulb’s warning, she grabbed her hockey stick and got ready. 
The door opened, and she let out a warcry and charged.
“Gosalyn, wait!” “ a familiar voice cried. Eyes widening, Gosalyn skidded to a halt. 
“Mrs. Quackley?”
“Yes, dear, it’s me. I’m so glad you’re safe! When the moonlanders came down without you, I had a feeling you must’ve hid from them. Anyway, the invasion is over- their leader has been defeated.” She beamed, and Gosalyn raised her eyebrows. 
“Only their leader?”
“Yes! The moonlanders are actually quite nice. Lunaris was the one with the invasion plan.”
“Okay,” Gosalyn said, still slightly suspicious. Still, she let the hockey stick drop and glanced at Lil' Bulb. “I have to take care of something,” she said. ''I'll just be a minute.” 
“Okay, but come down when you’re done! You just have to meet Zenith!” she left, and Gosalyn darted to the window. Ignoring Lil' Bulbs questioning buzzes, she climbed out and went up the fire escape to the roof. After a bit of searching, she found what she was looking for- Lil' Bulb’s body. 
She climbed back down and went back inside, holding it out. “Look what I’ve got,” she said proudly. She quickly transferred him over, and the second he was all the way in, he came to life in her hands. He flashed a couple of times, and Gosalyn smiled. 
“You’re welcome,” she said. “Now, if you don’t mind- I’m going to go meet some moon aliens! I’d take you, but I don’t want Mrs. Quackley, Ms. Rina, and the other kids to see you. I’ll be back soon, promise!” she set him down and rushed out of the room. He pulsed a few times, glancing over at the open window.
He decided against it and sat on the bed to wait. Not yet.
...
there is a second chapter, and it is written. I just have to transfer it from my notebook to a google doc. I’ll link it here when it’s done! (also on AO3)
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