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𝐑𝐏 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄: THE SANTA CLARITA DIET PT.1
*change pronouns as needed.
‘ i feel like my life could still have meaning. ’
‘ if you guys want to kill me, i can’t stop you. ’
‘ good morning, adults! ’
‘ i don’t just run around biting people! ’
‘ destroying the brain is literally the one thing people know about the undead. ’
‘ i always dreamed of being a slower, duller person… ’
‘ i don’t care why it happened. why do you? ’
‘ i used to be high strung and judgy like you. ’
‘ what the fuckity fuck is that!? ’
‘ i decided i need you back in my life. ’
‘ that sounded less great. ’
‘ i don’t want to open a finishing school for the undead. ’
‘ i’m fucking the queen of england! ’
‘ oh, what a cute, weird couple you make! ’
‘ i don’t want to do this alone anymore! ’
‘ i liked not killing people. i’ve always liked it. just forgot how much. ’
‘ killing people is hard. i used to think that was a good thing. ’
‘ good morning, outlaws. ’
‘ i promise not to make a habit out of choking people, okay? ’
‘ we have been erring at the side of incompetence… some of us more than others… ’
‘ i love you. we don’t say that enough. ’
‘ thanks, dad. that was uncharacteristically good parenting. ’
‘ that’s kinda my jiggity-jam.’
‘ unless they come at you with a knife, you can’t attack them! ’
‘ yes, we’re not good at murder. i happen to find that a positive quality. ’
‘ he’s fine. he just saw something on television and is now living his life by it. ’
‘ sometimes i slap asses to make a point. ’
‘ so many people place it safe, but not you. ’
‘ there’s a 3% chance we might become lovers. her words. ’
‘ killing and eating people can’t be the only thing that i do. ’
‘ yeah, fuck your dad!’
‘ hotcha!’
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“Oh is that so?” He laughed, made room for Kimber and passed her the remote to get it to her quicker. Bucky’s eye widened before he let out a nervous snort, shaking his head at the blonde. One would think he’d be used to her candor by now, but alas…
“I’ll hold your hand if you cry. Pat your head, rub your back. Whatever you need. Just hope it doesn’t come to that.”
Kimber started looking for something scary and bloody, eyes on the TV but her grin firmly in place. “I have to make use of the time my brother isn’t here to pester us, Buckaroni.” She glanced his way. “I know we’re just... whatever, but I hope you know I like you a whole lot and spending time with you is the only reason I haven’t left yet despite my brother’s many charms.”
That was an infodump.
A favorite movie was on one of the streaming services, Train to Busan, and she started it up. “Don’t hog the shake.”
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It was cold as hell, and he was soaked through after the rain dumped on him and the other hands, but the fence line had been repaired and the animals would be safe. He shoved his boots off on the back porch and made his way into the mud room to hang his outer gear up to dry.
“Lou?” he called, rolling his shoulders and pushing off his jeans to toss into the wash. Then he was in boxers, heading into the kitchen for the woodstove to get warmed. And there was Lou. He grinned. “Got some baby goats. And our daughter brought me a blue egg today. She was pretty stoked by it. Lost one of the cows in the river, busted fence. And I... missed you,” he said, wrapping his arms around her.
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Ed tried his best not to stare, not to study her, but it had been so long and she looked so healthy, so much better than the last time they’d seen each other. There was something very different about her too, something he couldn’t place. Likely the sobriety, but something in his gut told him that wasn’t it, at least, not completely.
“Good thing you’re not lactose intolerant…” He teased, leaning against the closest wall. “Yeah, it’s real nice,” he reiterated, feeling off his game, but then again, he didn’t feel on it for a long time. “Um, water’s good. Thanks. I’ve been tryin’ to cut back on booze.” His hand patted his stomach. “Started to get a beer gut.” A joke, sort of, because he didn’t want to talk about what had him really cutting down his consumption. “Tea, maybe, in a bit. Haven’t had that in a dog’s age.”
His eyes roamed once again, but were drawn back to her. “You look… Really good. I know I said that, but it’s true. Guess gettin’ me outta your hair did wonders.” Another joke, but really prying.
She could feel his eyes on her back and she fought the urge to smooth her hair or check to see if there was ketchup from the fries she’d had earlier smeared on her chin. It wasn’t like he was here to bend her over. Those days were done and gone. He’d looked great. And yeah, she wanted to turn around and gobble him up with her eyes.
Gretchen snorted a laugh, fluffed the flowers once more before sliding them to a better spot on the counter. She grabbed him a glass and shimmied to the fridge to get him ice and water from the dispenser. She was about to have to turn towards him and... well. Here goes nothing.
“Rehab. Rehab did wonders. Losing you gave me a push. Wasn’t the only one, but it was a push. So... you’re not wrong, but you’re very wrong.” Gretchen turned to hand him the glass, eyes on him.
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It had been a long, strange, and tiresome journey to redemption ( or maybe the start of it ), but Bucky wasn’t quite ready to close the door on it just yet. Growing closer to Gabi had been the best part of the whole grueling thing and while he had looked forward to going back to a somewhat normal ( for him ) life, he wasn’t quite sure he wanted this, whatever it was, to end.
So. Dinner, as promised and agreed to. A maybe-date, a new beginning at the end of something else, maybe. Maybe. He wasn’t labeling it just yet. He just wanted to show her a good time, non-book-related. He headed downstairs to meet her and when his eyes fell on her, he was glad he hadn’t dressed like an absolute idiot like he almost did.
“Uh, you’re one to talk. You do know I’m old as hell, right? We discussed this. My heart could go at any moment.” Bucky pressed a kiss to her cheek in return, not lingering in fear that his stubble may be unbearable. “Oh what’s this?” He pointed to the champagne. “Have you started without me? I’m not late, am I?” He teased as he took his seat across from her, trying his best not to allow his eyes to wander too much.
They’d spent plenty of nights together, talking until the sun peeked in between curtains or blinds, first getting his story on paper and then getting his story out to the world. And it was quite the story. Gabi had at times been angry at him, sometimes angry for him. Her heart had broken for him, time and again. And she had felt lighter when he would break through barriers and realize that these things had not been his fault. And she had long ago decided she wanted to keep him in her life. Whether that meant romantic or platonic... she would take what she could get because she cared, deeply, for James.
Her fingers rested lightly on his chest for the all too brief moment his lips brushed her cheek. She tapped where she felt his heart beating beneath them. “I think your heart feels plenty strong, James...” she teased, taking her seat again and crossing her legs. “Not at all, you’re right on time. I thought maybe we’d have a toast. To a story... just beginning. And maybe we can see how the night goes. Maybe I can get that old heart of yours racing just a bit.”
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Even after everything, Bucky was still on-guard with every movement he didn’t anticipate, every sound, even friendly. Kimber jumping on to his bed suddenly was no exception, but thankfully the rational part of his brain won out over the rest of it.
“Yay. You pick. Remember though, I don’t scare too easily, so make it a really good one.”
“I scare easy enough for the both of us.” She settled next to him, wiggling under his covers. “I brought us a shake to share. And popcorn. And this is all very elaborate foreplay, so I hope you’re ready to rail me into next week.” Kimber smirked a little and got the remote.
“Unless I cry from being scared. Which is also an option.”
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Ed tried to keep the smirk from his face and failed, nodding and extending the flowers more. “Yeah. Cheesy huh? Just thought it would be a nice gesture. Hope you like them. I thought I remembered you sayin’ these are your favorite…”
Shuffling inside, his eyes glanced around, took in the scene, smiled a little more. It looked like she’d created a nice little home for herself. “Nice place. How, uh, long you been here?” He cut himself off from asking and why are you here?
That damned smirk always got her. Gretchen took the flowers and held onto them as she made her way to the kitchen. She reached up for a mason jar, belly bumping the counter a little. “You know, I always liked when you were cheesy, Ed. And I love roses. Thank you.”
Turning on the sink, back to him, she filled the jar. Gretchen was very aware of him behind her, every movement he made. “Ah. Couple weeks. Stayed with Lou and Mike for a bit til I found this place. It’s nice, yeah. Cozy. Um. Do you want a drink? I’ve got... water, some tea, and maybe some juice. No booze, sorry.”
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