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bratshaws · 1 year
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through the hourglass 87. brb x oc
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a/n: i hate this man so much. Hope you guys like tonight's chapter <3
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: fluff with a smidge of suggestive
goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)
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Beatrice occupied herself around the house after talking to Rooster, her smile never faltering and her body feeling light as a feather, almost feeling if the wind touched it she’d fly away. She places the phone in her pocket, turning around to see Nikki chewing one of the several rubber toys that surrounded her, there were no signs of her teeth showing up yet but Bea thought that Nikki actually liked the squeaky sound that happened because of her gums rubbing on the surface.
She smiles down at their daughter, seeing those light eyes move towards her and her cute grin appear, “Hi sweet girl! Are you enjoying yourself?” Nicole gurgles happily, kicking her onesie covered feet as her mother hovers above her, slowly falling to her knees next to Nicole, “You are so cute, you are so cute! What do you think about joining me for a quick supermarket run?”
Nicole vocalizes happily, chubby cheeks appearing fuller as her smile gets broader, “Then it’s settled, let’s go out for a bit.” Beatrice grabs Nicole from the baby mat, kissing her cheek as she pulls herself to her full height, walking towards the key magnet close to the wall, about to leave the house when her phone buzzes.
She sighed, the amount of times her phone stopped her from doing something should be investigated because it wasn’t normal. When she pulled out she was a bit surprised to see it was Michael calling, “Huh.” she answers it, “Hello?”
“Good morning my darling sister,” oh boy “What are you doing today?”
“I was about to go grocery shopping.” she explains, bouncing Nicole on her arm, “With Nikki…why?”
“Oh just curious…do you need some company?”
“...no?”
“I can help you carry the heavy stuff, come on.”
Beatrice blinked, then licked her lips while closing her eyes, “...Mikey, what was the reason for you to call me?” he doesn’t answer, “Because this is out of nowhere.”
“Ah,well, you know…just missed you,sis.” another pause “Okay, listen I’m–” she hears his footsteps walking away, “Gui is in my house still and I need, I need an excuse to get out of here. I’m going to go insane,Bea.”
“Ah…so that’s why.”
“Bea! Please, help me out.”
She sighed, chewing the inside of her cheek as she considered his request, then looked down at Nicole who’s watching her intently, “...fine.” she ignored his quiet ‘yes!’ “But I won’t be out for long. It’s just to get the essentials,Mike.”
“Sis I just need five minutes away from the colonel. That’s all”
Beatrice rolled her eyes but nodded while replying, “Okay, can you get here in ten minutes?”
“Hell,I’ll be there in five. Thank you so much sis,I love you!”
And he hangs up, leaving Beatrice just blinking and staring at the opposite wall completely unimpressed, “Your uncles.” she begins as she pockets her phone, turning to face Nikki,” Are a confusing bunch,Nikki. Especially your uncle Michael.”
If she knew her brother she knew he’d show up with his car so she just placed her keys aside and waited by the living room’s window, Nicole’s tiny hands touching the glass as she kept her vocalization, widening her eyes when her breath fogged the glass, “Yeah,Nikki, you can fog the glass,look!” Beatrice drew a smiley face with the tip of her finger, earning an excited sound from her daughter.
She however looked up when she saw her brother’s car park in front, rolling her eyes when he waved exaggeratedly out of his window, even almost climbing out of it to pop his head out and grin at her, “Well, let’s go Nikki.” she chuckles, telling the dogs goodbye as she grabs her bag and the house keys, “Your uncle already has a seat for you.”
It’s something her siblings did for every niece or nephew that was just born: have one handy in case they needed to take them somewhere. It was very useful and she also knew they were doing it even more now that Nicole was born. “Oh my God.” Michael grins, making his way over to the two and immediately picking Nicole from Beatrice’s arms, “There’s my little booger! Hi little booger!” 
Beatrice just laughed while locking the door, knowing her brother was just going to bounce Nicole around a bit and hold her as ‘a machine gun’ just so he could shake her a bit and make her baby vocalizing stutter - he did that to everyone, including Bea and Leo - “Is Gui still in your house?”
“Yep.” Michael says, playfully moving his body back and forth as a giant dummy just so Nicole laughed, “I told him I had to help you now and he tried to come with me but I was out of the house already.”
“I thought he’d go back to New York after the weekend.”
“Nah,mom asked him to stay a bit more because she missed him.”
“But not Sabrina?”
“Sabrina always calls mom and videochat.” Michael says, cooing his niece, “And Gui is the tallest one of us, she wanted him to help with some stuff back at the house since dad’s back is acting up again.”
“Ah,of course.”
“But,” he turns to her, “What do you wanna do? What’s the itinerary?”
“Going to the supermarket, get some stuff and then come back home.”
Michael purses his lips with a nod, “Sounds good, jump in sis.I’ll buckle this little girl.” he tickles Nicole’s tummy to make her giggle and hold onto his watch while her mother enters the car just as Michael told her to. She does turn her body to check if Michael does it right, which he does, but she couldn’t help but stare at him like a hawk ready to pounce if he did something wrong.
She’s still looking at Nicole when Michael enters, her daughter gurgling happily and reaching towards her with her tiny hand “Hey,” he begins once he gets in the car, making her attention turn to him instead, “Can she eat solids yet?”
Beatrice blinks back towards Nicole, smiling at her daughter who now was focused on the Metallica sticker on the passenger door’s window, “We are going to start. That’s why I want to go to the supermarket, buy some stuff to make it.”
“Make it?” Michael repeats, putting on his sunglasses, “Why don’t you buy it?”
“You talk as if my mother isn’t the same as yours.”
“Ah.”
“You know mom is very against those baby foods, you know she always said it had poison and yadda yadda.” she waves her hand, “Plus, it’s going to be fun. Roos wants to make some too. He said his mom used to make a carrot purée or something and he wanted to try it with Nicole.”
Michael smirks as he turns the car, driving away from his sister’s house and onto the street, “Well, ain’t you guys just specially purdy.” he says with the heaviest - and the most awful – country accent she had ever heard but it did make her laugh a bit, “Nah, for real, it’s cute. You two are doing stuff together, for Nicole and having fun with it.”
Beatrice’s smile falters a bit at her brother’s tone, there’s a hint of melancholy in there…and hearing it from someone like Michael was really shocking. He was rarely upset or mad and when he was he hid it very well…something must’ve happened, something more than Guillermo’s stay at his house.
She chose to not ask him yet, chatting with him about casual topics just to take his mind out of things and then figuring out how to break onto the subject without making him shut down even more than he normally would. 
But she could see something was off.
His eyes were dull and his smile didn’t reach them, even the way he was sitting was making her worried, he looked…like a shell of himself almost.
“And here we are.”
Beatrice barely noticed they arrived, looking at the large supermarket with her brows raised, “We got here fast.”
“Eh,I’m a good driver.”
“Is that supposed to mean I’m not?” her brother just unbuckled himself and smiled, tapping her cheek with his hand, leaving her glaring at his empty seat, “Jerk.” Beatrice opened the door herself and waited until Michael opened the passenger door for her to grab Nicole, her daughter just gurgled happily, vocalizing to her mother as she was picked up.
“Mikey,” her brother turns to her, “Can you get me a cart? The ones with the baby carrier on top, please.” he nodded after locking the car, walking to where the carts were as Beatrice followed. Yeah, he was acting strangely, even his shoulders appeared to be slumped as he walked.
He turns around after pushing his sunglasses to his forehead, grinning at his sister and niece, “There you go.” he says, “Put her down and we can go.”
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Beatrice kept flicking her gaze to Michael as they walked through every aisle, he just stood by the cart, absently,pursing his lips as he turned a random product in his hand and put it back then turned to Nicole and made funny faces…only to repeat the pattern. Beatrice gently placed the bag of chips down, clearing her throat quietly, “So um…anything new?”
“Where?”
She shrugs, “I don’t know, in your life? Something that’s going on? How’s work at the gym?”
His face relaxes in recognition, letting out an ‘ohh’ as he supports himself on the back of the cart just above Nicole’s babbling self, “Oh well, everything is good. I am going to work at the gym Bradley and his buddies go to.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it’s my friend’s too, he owns both of those and he noticed a lot of people wanted boxing classes…more than the ones in the gym I’m at, so I’ll start there next week.”
“Oh,Mikey, that's amazing!” she’s genuinely happy for him, smiling brightly at her brother’s change…only to see that his smile was minimal, even if he was thankful for her support, “...you don’t look that happy.”
“Nah,I am.”
“Mikey.”
He sighs heavily, dropping his head forward as he thinks about how to reply, “...I just have a lot on my mind.”
“You can tell me.”
He chuckles softly, slowly lifting his head, “You are a sweet kid,Bea.” he didn’t say it in an offending way and Bea didn’t felt like correcting him, “I just…been feeling kinda alone lately.” he mutters, shrugging his broad shoulders, “I’m getting old,” he didn’t see his sister’s eyeroll and mutter of ‘you are in your forties’ “And…I don’t know,I guess I’m kinda trying to find myself again.”
Beatrice just looked back at him after a while, that was a good reason for his sudden demeanor. Her brother was a nice guy, he was sweet and considerate…and very funny, he deserved someone good, he deserved to have a good life with someone else, “...well,are you looking for someone?” she questions, “Going out? Maybe someone in the gym?”
“Listen the guys there are handsome as fuck but I’m not into dudes.” he laughs, his eyes shining for a brief second because at least she got that out of him, “Nah…I don’t know,I don’t really…I met some ladies but nothing serious.”
“Ah.”
“Guess I’m kinda jealous of everyone now.” he sounds even sadder when he says it, “I mean, hell, so much has happened ever since I moved back home, it’s crazy.”
Beatrice offers her brother a little smile, walking around the cart to hug his middle the best she could, “You’ll find someone amazing,Mikey.” he hums, not believing her and that only made Beatrice flick her finger on the back of his head, earning a quiet ‘ow!’ from him, “Can you keep an eye on Nikki really quick,though? I need to get some napkins on the aisle over.”
“Sure, meanwhile I’m going to show Nikki all the nice candies and how to get them.” he says,smirking down at his niece who just gurgled at him, “Butterfingers are the best and your uncle Leo will deny it, but he’s stupid.”
“Mikey.”
“It’s true.”
But she was glad he was joking more, “Be right back, don’t,” she points at him, “Move a muscle.” he just waved at her, telling her to move ahead and they wouldn’t leave and that she shouldn’t worry. Beatrice smiles while turning on her heel, walking towards the aisle and stopping when she sees a known redhead at the end.
“Hannah?” she calls and the other woman looks up from where she’s currently crouched, smiling at Beatrice.
“Hey! What a surprise!”
“Sure is!” Bea grins back, grabbing the napkins she wanted and holding in her arms, “I didn’t know you shopped here?”
“Oh,I didn’t but my son likes the um, pineapple cake they have here.” Hannah says, standing up straight and gesturing to her own cart, “And I found some nice prices and decided that there was time for a short supply run, you know?”
“Oh, yes sure.” Bea says, “Oh,um,so about the reunion thing…are you going?”
“Are you?”
“....maybe.” she confesses, turning the package in her hands for a little bit, “As long I can take Brad with me. We might leave our baby at my parents…or at his uncle, we don’t know yet,’ Mav would have a field day with that she could admit it…plus Penny would be there and Shells to, maybe even Amelia but she’s out for college now so she couldn’t be too sure.
“Fair, there’ll be a lot of drunk adults there.” Hannah says, tapping the railing on her cart, “I don’t know if I’m going.” she mumbles “I…I don’t know,I don’t really wanna see some people again and they will show up so I hope you know that too.”
Ever since they talked Hannah has been a very good friend, she often complained about her own ‘friends’ and let Bea know if there was anything off with them. So saying that actually meant ‘be one hundred percent certain you wanna go there.’
“That’s good to know.” Bea says softly, ‘I’ll have to think about it. I can just…show up,right?”
“Yep, it’ll be at the um…you know the Lagoon House,right?” a large beach house that only the rich and famous rented whenever they didn’t want to vomit in their own pools and break their own furniture??? Yes she knew “It’s going to be there, hell knows how they managed to get enough money to rent it.”
Beatrice hadn’t noticed that she and Hannah were walking back to her own cart, her brother and daughter still happily talking to each other, “I don’t know either.” Beatrice said, then looked back to where Michael was, “Oh wow I didn’t even see I was coming back.”
Michael stood a bit straighter against the cart, their eyes moving to Beatrice to Hannah, who just stood there with her own gaze wide and surprised, “...your friend,Bea?”
“Ah um, yeah, this is Hannah.” she gestured to the redhead, “I told you about her. How we’ve been talking a lot too.” she explains but her brother is just looking at Hannah still and she had never seen Michael get this silent. When she turned to Hannah, she was pretty much the same way with her cheeks…red?
Oh.
Oh.
Beatrice looks between the two for a few more seconds, “...um so,” she clears her throat, “We need more things to buy Mikey.” she walks towards her brother and gently touches his arm, “See you Hannah!”
“O-Oh,see you!”
She couldn’t wait to tell Rooster.
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By the time Rooster gets back home and he greets the dogs, he’s surprised to see Beatrice on the couch, long Iron Maiden shirt to her thighs, and her hair up in a messy bun. She turns her head when she hears the door opening with a brilliant smile taking over her face. “Hi.” she says, quickly turning around to sit on her knees, holding herself upright by her elbows.
“Hi.” he smirks, toeing off his boots and letting his eyes drop to her barely clothed self, “Where’s Nikki?”
“Asleep, I had her try some solid food today.”
“Did you?”
“Hmhm.” she follows his body as he gets closer, something about the obvious swagger in his walk only made her want for him to get higher, “And she liked it. She had some potatoes at first,I think it’s a good way to start,” he hums, she isn’t sure if he’s listening to her or not. Beatrice laughs softly as he’s right by the back of the couch, his large hands gliding down her shoulders towards her waist, “Are you even listening?”
“Nikki likes potatoes.” he says, brushing the pads of his fingers against her bare thighs, “Which is great because so do we…damn you looking sexy today.”
“Roos,it’s just my night shirt.”
“I know.” and he leaves it at that, wrapping a loose thread from the bottom of her shirt around his finger so he could tug it off “And yet, look at you.”
Beatrice rolled her eyes but did stand up taller as she straightened her back a bit more, wrapping her arms around his neck to kiss him. She giggled in surprise when his tongue immediately touched her lips, “You are relentless.” she whispers against his mouth, cupping his face with her hands, “But I love you for it.”
“Good.” he smirks, pecking her lips again, “Hey, so,funny story.” she tilted her head at him, “The guys, you remember the trio we met during that night we went out for tacos.” It takes a while but she smiles, nodding at him, “They wanted to give you and Nikki gifts.”
“Really? Aw they don’t have to. That’s so sweet.” she is still leaning on the back of the couch as Rooster removes his watch and runs his hand through his hair, chuckling almost in disbelief, “Your fanboys are very sweet.”
He just offered her an amused look, flicking his gaze down her body yet again, “Don’t start.” he says, placing the watch to the side, “Anyway, how did your day go?”
“Pretty good,Michael showed up and he helped me….and…we saw Hannah.” her husband no longer looked like he wanted to murder the redhead whenever her name was mentioned which she was more than happy with, “And…there was something.”
“Something?”
“I think I saw a spark.”
“Between your brother and Hannah?” she nods and he scoffs, “Shut up, no way.” but the cute smile on her face and the way she looked so pleased was enough of an answer for him. Rooster arches his brows with a subtle shake of his head, “Damn,gorgeous. What a wild day,huh?”
“It was…” she bites her lower lip, which makes her husband’s eyes drop to her mouth immediately, “And I missed you a lot.”
“Did you?” she nods, “Really?” she nods again, and he squints his eyes, “Really?”
“Yes,Rooster, really.” she says with her hands reaching for him. He wastes no time in letting her wrap her arms around his neck and then cupping his hands on her ass cheeks, picking her up from the couch so her legs wrapped around his waist, “I always miss you.”
He smirks, kissing that cute pout of hers and then touching their foreheads together, “I always miss you too…but hey,we gotta celebrate that Nikki tried baby food for the first time.” he says, walking the two of them to the staircase, slowly climbing it up so Beatrice wouldn’t fall.
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virgoilluminati · 9 months
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One Shot List
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Heya, so after the end of Belongings I am planning to have a little break from fanfic series’s to focus on doing smaller fics. But knowing me… they’ll end up becoming short series’s of their own. 😆
So the plan is basically, requests for anyone on my masterlist is open, so just ask me what prompt you would like and who you would like it for, and I’ll write you a fic. ❣️❣️❣️ Been wanting to do this for a while so please send me requests (even if they’re not on this list too). I don’t bite…. (Or do I hehe😏) JK I DON’T I PROMISE
Here’s the prompt list:
1. "You're hair is really soft after you wash it."
2. Ssh. Stop fussing. I'm just braiding your hair."
3. You smell really nice."
4. "Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.
5. 'I might have slept with your robe when you were gone."
6. "If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you."
7. Here, let's share the blanket.
8. You're comfy."
9. You are my new pillow."
I0. "You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.
11. "But I want to hear you sing.
12. "We can talk over dinner."
13. "Don't be stubborn. Try it!"
14. "Don't get up - I'll do it."
15. "Will you let me rub your back?"
16: "Care to give me a back scratch?"
17. "Star-gazing was a good idea."
18. "You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight."
19. "I'll always be here for you.
20. "TIl be here to protect you."
21. "I think I love you."
22. "You are my love."
23. "How about something warm? It will will help you sleep.
24. "It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway."
25. "Don't be silly. I want to stay up with you.
26. It is not morning yet."
27. "Shush and go back to bed."
28. "I heard you talking in your sleep."
29. "Your bed head is really cute.
30. "We'll do dishes together.
31. "How about a kiss?"
32. “I love your hugs."
33. "Come over here and make me.
34. "Have you lost your damn mind!?"
35. "Please, don't leave."
36. "Do you...well...I mean...I could give you a massage?"
37. "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"
38. "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"
39. "I almost lost you."
40. "Wanna bet?"
41. "Don't you ever do that again!"
42. "Teach me how to play?"
43. "Don't you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!"
44. "I think we need to talk."
45. "Kiss me."
46. "Hey, I'm with you, okay? Always."
47. "So, I found this waterfall..."
48. "It could be worse."
49. "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while..
50. "This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you've ever had. Of course I'm in."
51. "The paint's supposed to go where?"
52. "You need to wake up because I can't do this without you."
53. "We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?"
54. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice."
55. "You come here often?"
56. "Can I offer you a drink?"
57. "So.. You expecting someone?"
58. "Do you need a place to stay for tonight?"
59. "I gotta tell you... you look incredibly hot.
60. "Do you want to dance with me?"
61. "Look at us... we are basically a couple already."
62. "I bet you would look even better without your clothes on."
63. "Are you single? Just asking."
64. "You're the most beautiful person I have ever encountered."
65. "What would you say if you and me would go somewhere else?"
66. "I love the way you're dressed."
67. "Do I have any chances with you?"
68. "Do you have anything better to do later?"
69. "Can I get your phone number?"
70. "You seem like a bad boy/girl/person type."
71. "I can do whatever you want, babe."
72. "You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen."
73. "I bet guys/gals/people are all over you.
74. "You should be a model."
75. "Are you... trying to flirt with me?"
76. "Maybe if I get a free drink I can consider talking to you."
77. "That won't work. Try again."
78. "Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?"
79. "I'm waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile."
80 "You don't look so bad yourself."
81. "I thought you were taken."
82. "So, have you flirted with every girl/boy/one in this bar yet?"
83. "Do I look like someone who seems interested in you?"
84. "Compliments won't pay my drinks."
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buddiefix · 3 months
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Time Travel (Time Loop) Fic's
The following are some of my favourite buddie fanfiction that involve the character(s) either traveling in time or encountering a time loop.
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(Any new fic's I find that fall under this category will be added to this post, so feel free to check back for edits!)
Don't Take the Money by HMSLusitania
9-1-1 (TV)  
“You know, being stuck here isn’t actually the end of the world,” Chimney says, coming up to the table and picking up one of the smoke detectors. “It just feels like it, Buck. Trust me, I know.” “I’m pretty sure it might actually be the end of the world,” Buck says. “Considering this is the sixth time I’ve lived this day.” Chimney stares at him for a beat and then his eyebrows lift. “Wait, are you like – dude, are you in Groundhog Day?”
OR
The post-lawsuit time-loop AU literally no one asked for.
Language: English Words: 21,831 Chapters: 3/3
Encore by Pline
9-1-1 (TV)  
“I’m going insane.”
“Did something happen?”
A dark, bitter laugh bubbles out of Buck – a mockery of joy.
“Everything keeps happening, and it’s still the same fucking day. It’s always the same and every time it’s different and I can’t do anything.”
Or
Buck keeps reliving the same day, over and over again.
Language: English Words: 20,129 Chapters: 2/2
Benign Fatality by EtoileGarden
9-1-1 (TV)  
Eddie noticed it like this;
Sometimes, when Buck’s done a day too many times, he forgets that this day might be the real day, the one that continues on into the rest of his life. It’s exhausting dying and waking up just to go die again. And the thing was, when a death was to do with work, he knew he could just ask to be man behind, or not go into work, but - but who would he be condemning to die in his place if he didn’t go in and try to avoid it? Maybe no one, yes, but maybe someone.
Buck repeats days until he doesn't die in them, has an underdeveloped sense of self worth, and Eddie is the one who wants to step in with him.
Language: English Words: 23,069 Chapters: 4/4
burn the straw house down by rarakiplin (gmontys) for catchingpapermoons
9-1-1 (TV)  
“Why the fuck are you even in this loop? This day isn’t about you.”
“Well, I die,” Eddie comments idly, not sounding as offended as he maybe should be. “Haven’t you heard? I’m always dying.”
“That’s not funny.”
Eddie shrugs, not really agreeing or disagreeing. It’s a few seconds before he says, eyes still closed, “Maybe I’m here so you’re not alone.”
or, buck gets stuck in time, has a break down and then, relatedly, a break through
Language: English Words: 40,271 Chapters: 2/2
a buckley never forgets by sky_of_starflowers
9-1-1 (TV)  
Eddie leaves the 118. Two weeks later, Buck dies in a warehouse fire with a steel beam across his chest. With his final thoughts, Buck begs the universe for a second chance.
Buck wakes up after taking his final breaths to find out that it's the day before Eddie starts at the 118 - August 5th, 2018.
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Buck dies and instead of staying dead, the universe throws him three and a half years into the past to give Buck another shot.
Language: English Words: 39,102 Chapters: 1/1
but i can see all along, love (it was you all the way down) by diazchristopher
9-1-1 (TV)  
He puts his laptop away after a bit, and paces the length of his apartment as he tries to take stock of the situation at hand.
One: The date is March 22nd, 2024.
Two: It has been March 22nd for 3 days now.
Three: Buck is trapped in some kind of time loop that is forcing him to relive this day.
Four: Eddie is, apparently, in love with him.
And. And.
Five: Buck doesn’t feel the same way.
or, eddie confesses his feelings for buck. buck is absolutely, a hundred percent sure that he does not feel the same way.
the universe has different plans.
Language: English Words: 28,823 Chapters: 1/1
Buck In Time by thea_zara
9-1-1 (TV)
Evan Buckley has gone back in time, and he didn't even get a cool DeLorean.
Language: English Words: 360,079 Chapters: 78/78
my words are paper tigers by hattalove
9-1-1 (TV)  
He wakes up with Eddie's arm thrown over his waist.
There's a pit in his stomach as soon as he opens his eyes, because the alarm is on again, the same radio station, the same song. The sunlight streaming into the room is buttery-soft, brand new because it's early. The alarm is ringing so they can take Chris to school. And—
He reaches out for the bedside table on his side of the bed they share, clumsily unplugs his phone one-handed. The screen lights up to a familiar wallpaper, and it's right there, just above the top of Buck's head: Wednesday.
or: buck breaks up with eddie, even if it means losing a part of himself, because it's the right thing to do. the universe decides to test that conviction.
Language: English Words: 19,981 Chapters: 1/1
(Friendly reminder I do not own any of the works listed in this post, and all can be located on archiveofoureown.org)
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#5
Wait am I just misremembering things or did Lily Sunder and Cas really barely interact in the ep where they resurrect Jack? Because it's like. Here's a man who helped in the murder of your daughter and now he's begging you to help bring back his son. LIKE. HELLO. That's super fucking compelling. I think it should have been Cas who made the "you know how it feels to lose a child; please don't make us lose him too" plea instead of Dean. I think the impact of that scene would be better (and also more convincing given. You know. Dean wanting to kill Jack for a good chunk of their intial relations lol).
The scene could go many ways. You can have an angry Lily, who rubs it in hard, the irony of their situation. How unfair it is that Cas has the chance to do what Lily failed to accomplish for decades.
You can have a more sympathetic Lily, who looks at the face of this worn and weary angel and sees someone completely different from the merciless soldier she met a long time ago.
You can have different combinations of these and more. I wish there were more fics exploring the dynamic between Lily and Cas. (If you have fic recs, PLEASE send them here.)
78 notes - Posted January 30, 2022
#4
One of the most annoying responses I see when discussing S9 Dean's toxic moments is "oh that's just the Mark which means dean is absolved of all moral responsibility for his actions" which is. Huh?????? That's such a boring and stupid response and it's kinda on par with the way some folks excuse everything that late-seasons Dean does by saying "oh that's just Chuck manipulating him, which means he totally can't be blamed for the things he did" which is also soooooooo.
Like. Okay. On the one hand I kinda get the impulse to go straight to a Doylist explanation and blame the writers for writing Dean in such egregious ways (because it's TRUE) but like. Personally I tend to find that boring after a while. This is my weaker argument.
My stronger argument is that by refusing to grapple with the events of canon by transferring the blame to some other external force (blaming the Mark/Chuck for the Watsonian, blaming the writers for the Doylist), the characters aren't really given justice
What I mean by this is that it leaves the characters in an awkward stalemate.
On Dean's part: "If there's a force external to me that I can blame (e.g. the Mark, Chuck) then I don't really need to grapple with the things I've done." This is harmful not just to himself but to the people around him, particularly his loved ones who are typically the ones affected by his actions.
This type of thinking actually hinders the characters' ability to properly deal with the events and possibly make amends. They have no mechanism for moving on other than sucking it up and brushing things under the rug.
Take, for example, Cas' internality in the face of all of these things that Dean did. It's natural for Cas to feel negative emotions in response to All Of That (e.g. anger, sadness, resentment, fear, etc). However, if it's true that Dean really isn't to blame for all of That, then Cas' emotions have nowhere to go. "Dean has tried to murder my son multiple times and I have plenty of Feelings about this but actually it's not his fault because he's been manipulated by God so now I just have to suck up all these emotions." LIKE. That is totally NOT healthy for your psyche, angel or not.
The characters end up not being capable of grappling with the consequences of things because agency and moral responsibility keeps being shifted into these external forces.
91 notes - Posted February 1, 2022
#3
I know that post-canon baby jack fics are usually written for fluff but EYE personally think they should be used for evil more often. I want a non-god, toddler jack who doesn't remember much of the very traumatic first three years of his life but still has some glaring triggers. Like. For example, toddler jack is EXTREMELY claustrophobic. Every time they enter a small and enclosed space, he immediately cries and starts clinging on dean and going "I'M SORRY I'M SORRY PLEASE DON'T LOCK ME UP" and both sam and dean feel their guts turning, knowing that they did that to jack. The only small and enclosed space that jack tolerates is the impala. Anyways. Society if more post-canon fics grappled with what sam and dean did to jack before giving us a "happily ever after".
91 notes - Posted January 28, 2022
#2
Hey folks welcome to another evil and fucked up fic concept from yours truly:
S13. Okay. Dean is still fucked up with grief, and the combination of fear, anger, and resentment he feels towards Jack is certainly not a good mix. Still, he prefers these latter emotions because at least they're actionable emotions. You can run away or fight that which you fear or resent, but what do you do to the rotting void of grief?
All these negative emotions eventually spiral into some form of paranoia, a constant stream of "What if he turns evil? What if he takes even more from me?" Over and over in his head.
Now. What if. While they're searching the bunker for resources to help them deal with Jack, Dean accidentally stumbles upon something in their storage: a metal crown and a set of spikes. A contraption that Crowley left behind—Naomi's tools.
In fear of Jack turning evil, Dean picks up Naomi's lobotomy contraptions so he can program Jack to "not be evil."
When Dean straps down Jack into the chair, he gives the kid his very first smile. "Don't worry, kid. I'll make sure you'll never lose your path."
When Cas is finally resurrected again, everything's fine and cool and happy. And then Jack goes "Oh yeah I have weekly tuning sessions with Dean." And Cas asks. What "tuning sessions." And he watches in horror as Jack puts on the crown that Naomi uses for the lobotomies.
Cas confronts Dean about this. They fight. Cas was about to leave with Jack. Dean panics; he orders Jack to hold Cas down and prevent him from escaping.
With Jack's help, Dean tearfully straps Cas down to the chair and puts the crown on him. "I'm sorry, Cas. But I can't lose you again."
Everything is fine and cool and normal. If Sam notices some odd behavior here and there, he tries not to think too hard about it. Besides, this is the first time that they had been this happy and peaceful for a length of time, why ruin it?
Eventually, however, Sam can't ignore things any longer. His suspicions eventually lead him into finding out what Dean's been doing this entire time.
Sam confronts Dean about it. They fight. When Sam was about to take Jack and Cas away from there, Dean utters a trigger word and makes Sam fall under his control.
It turns out that this isn't the first time that Sam found out what's happening, and that Dean has been repeatedly rewriting his memories this entire time.
At first, Dean just asked Jack to erase Sam's memories. This plan doesn't work long term because Sam either just rediscovers what happens or regains his memories. Dean then ordered Jack to gradually and discreetly feed Sam some grace and transform him into as close as an angel as possible so that the Naomi's tools would work on him as well.
This bit is from jay @casnation , thanks for this: Sam repeatedly wakes up and tries to get Cas and Jack out of there but they’re programmed to take him to Dean if he does this. Like, he could totally escape if he didn’t try to save them every time.
There will be a point where the brainwashing gets so severe that they basically lose their personalities in a way that even Dean cannot ignore anymore. And so he "reprograms their personalities back" based on Dean's perceptions of them.
Crucially there will also be a point where Dean realizes just how bad he's fucked up (ideally in conjunction with the realization that he's living with three husks with zero personality), but he's trapped himself into a corner. Because he KNOWS that the moment he undoes the programming, they would all run the fuck away from that bunker and leave him alone. And he would rather reprogram them ad infinitum rather than face the consequences of what he did.
Another incredible quote from jay: "Pygmalion carving himself not just a lover but a family."
More stuff below the cut (specifically how Mary reacts to All of This when she returns from the Apocalypse World):
Dean does NOT have the guts to lobotomize his own mother. He can stomach doing it to Sam and Cas because he's already pretty good at ignoring their autonomy. Which means that Dean has to employ more subtle methods of hiding things from Mary.
He can order Cas to reaasure Mary that "everything is fine." He can also order Jack to distract Mary by bonding with her.
Here's another bit courtesy of jay: "Mary notices something is up with Sam first and Dean just says “How would you know? I’ve know him his whole life, he’s fine, you’ve only been back a year!"
Another jay bit: "no thoughts just mary looking up and realizing the bunker is a clockwork recreation of her fantasy of married life with john with cas as her role. and she has no idea what to do"
I have no idea how to end this. We can go with the more horrific route where Mary never discovers what's truly going on and so they're all just trapped there, Pygmalion and the family he carved.
The other option is that Mary finds out. This has two potential outcomes: (1) Mary convinces Dean to undo the programming. They all run the fuck out of there and leave Dean alone to face what he did. Or, (2) In a desperate attempt to keep his family together, Dean orders Jack and Cas to hold Mary down and make her forget what she discovered. The story ends with Dean, tears in his eyes, putting metal spikes in his mother's skull.
(Also. I want y'all to know that there are more fucked up parts to this but those shall remain in the dark corners of our discord chats lol)
124 notes - Posted March 8, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Hypothetical destiel pairings that are sooooooo important to me:
- stanford era dean and s15 divorce arc cas
Imagine Cas seeing a version of the love of his life that doesn't carry the amount of baggage he currently has. A version of his love that has not yet pointed a gun to his son.
- s4 cas and s13 widower arc dean
Imagine Dean seeing this version of Cas. He's so young! And he still haven't died a single death for you just yet. You look at this angel and think: you haven't fallen in all the ways that matter just yet.
- endverse cas and s15 divorce arc dean
Imagine Dean experiencing a whiplash when endverse Cas confronts him and says "in the worst ways, you're a lot similar to my Dean. Sometimes I think you're even worse."
- faith dean and emmanuel cas
You're dying. You're dying and your dad won't even answer the phone but here comes this man, this faith healer who looks you in the eye and says "you're not a machine, Dean." Who looks at you and sees someone worth saving, someone who you can barely see.
- post-rapture cas and mark of cain dean
"I serve Heaven, I don't serve Man. And I certainly don't serve you." Imagine a post-lobotomy Cas seeing his charge at his very lowest and seeing what he's told confirmed by his very eyes. That the Righteous Man is not who he thinks he is.
- s3 dean and post-swan song cas
You're going to hell. You're going to hell and you can't stop it but here comes this angel who has fallen for you, who rebelled against heaven for you. And you can't stop thinking whether or not you were born with this rot, with the curse to poison everything you touch. But the angel says "I would fall again a million times if it means I get to protect you from perdition."
125 notes - Posted January 27, 2022
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All 68 of my SU fics, apparently
((Because @novantinuum did it and then I wanted to do it and then they said “do it” and I took it as a dare
Compiling these gave me a sense of accomplishment. And pain. In my wrist.
Multi-line summaries nearly always squashed to lessen the vertical length of this post, even if most of it is below a readmore))
Multi-chapter fics, regardless of collection status (chronological order--oldest to newest):
And He Doesn’t Wake: My first SU fic, complete; “It can't end like this. Or: Waxing realistic as we examine the events of the episode "Bubbled".” Steven suffers halfway-realistic effects from being exposed to the vacuum of space. Probably not super canon compliant given what we learned in Growing Pains but a fic that branches off at Bubbled and rejoins canon around Mindful Education (and written around that timespan).
Diamond in the Rough: Incomplete; “Connie is in the hospital with a serious disorder, and her biggest chance is an experimental treatment combining minerals with blood transfusions. Little does anyone know...” Originally crack of “Connie gets powers from PD-infused blood” but then ASPR happened and I have to figure out where it goes now (and I want to! but...).
The Results Are In: Incomplete; “Sadie gets a piece of mail from her dad. For most people that'd be pretty mundane, but it's a little more complicated considering who exactly her dad is.” Barb/Blue Diamond crack (it makes sense in context) and affectionately called “Space Maury” internally for reasons that will make sense later. Has a similar but less “it flips the ENTIRE plot” issue with ASPR. I have many idea chunks but almost no connection between them
He’s Gone: Complete (and technically a oneshot with two “bonus chapters”); “Steven asks Peridot to get the shirt Connie got for him for his birthday from his closet. He says he wants to look nice. She's confused by his request. Greg and the Maheswarans are less confused and more terrified. He keeps saying it'll be okay. They'll be okay, even though he'll be going away. It'll just be a couple of days now. Or: Steven and Pink Steven are unable to fuse after being separated on Homeworld. That's not good for Steven.” Steven dies. That’s it. That’s the whole fic. Might potentially get an extra chapter or two still. Or not. Eh.
Thanks, Padparadscha: Incomplete/open-ended oneshot collection; “Stories about the best gem.” Padparadscha oneshots.
Your No-Good, Dirty-Rotten, Gem-Shattering, Rebellion-Leading Mother: Incomplete, little desire to finish; “What if Steven had gone to Camp Green Lake instead of Stanley? Or: If Steven Universe And Holes Were The Same Universe: A Fanfiction (thanks @captainjzh) Or, as the top of my Google Doc I started back exactly a year ago (*2019-01-07) says: SU x Holes: Because the fact that Steven Universe and Stanley Yelnats are both 14 is messing with me”. Wrote this as an exercise after reading the appalling original shopped screenplay for the Holes movie which was basically a nuclear fallout enthusiasts dream world but also quite possibly the worst and most uncomfortable thing ever written and I have had to have whole pages bleached from my memory
It’s Okay to Need Help: Incomplete (three chapters total planned), the last part of the pre-SUF-finale “Steven Corruption Theory” collection; “"Everybody needs support sometimes, and you need support right now, with this. And that's okay." She takes a deep breath. "It's okay to need help, Steven." Or: (Based in corrupted Steven theory as well as taking inspiration/using characteristics from a fic by @love-killed-the-superstar​) Sometime after coming back from corruption, Steven sees a therapist to try to hammer out some lingering issues.” Steven has specific lingering issues from corruption due to the way they had to mitigate it, and that affects how he communicates with his therapist some days. Just been blocked on the best way to write it
Waiting is Worse: Incomplete; “Is there anything more awful than the feeling of powerlessness?” The movie mostly ends the same, except Steven doesn’t un-rejuvenate.
Realism: Incomplete, strong desire to complete; “As much as he may want it to be, this is not a dream. He's not possessing anyone. It's not happening to someone else. It's real.” Steven has the same effects happen to him as the Watermelon Steven from Escapism--an arm and a leg are amputated.
The President Kisses Babies, and Other White House Briefs: Incomplete, open-ended oneshot collection with very little overarching plot; “Oneshot escapades of President Connie Maheswaran and her First Man, Crystal Gem and public speaker, Steven Universe.” Inspired by a Tumblr post and with more ideas in the pipeline! Love this fic even if I lost most inspiration for four years!!
Collection (series) oneshots (chronological order):
Citrusella Tries (And Succeeds!) to Write a Fic Each Day of the Bomb: A collection where I tried to write a fic each day of the HotCG (wedding) bomb. I succeeded but also kind of not? XD
Could You Imagine?: “Imagination is wish fulfillment. What are some of the things Pearl has imagined?” Now We’re Only Falling Apart
Partake In New Extraordinary And Pleasing Pizza Lover Experiences (Or: Kiki's Lament): “Kiki rarely hates her job. But she does hate pineapples.” What’s Your Problem? (Also the title spells PINEAPPLE o.o)
Acquired Taste: “Steven has a snack as he helps prepare for an important ceremony.” The Question
My Whole Life: “Some people are just born to go into certain careers.” Made of Honor
We Can Think About Hope: Incomplete multi-chapter with no hope of completion (why it’s not listed in the multi-chapters, BTW... also the “kind of not” regarding success); “What's going on? What do we do now? Can you still hear me? (Or: The end of Reunited plays out differently.) (Or or: And He Doesn't Wake: Part II: This time with weirder angst! And more not waking!)”
Citrusella's "Steven Corruption Theory" Collection: A collection of fics written on the corruption theory premise before it became canon. It’s Okay to Need Help not duplicated here but would be at the end.
Change: “Steven's come back from probably the most serious thing that's happened to him--save almost dying after his gem was ripped out--but that doesn't mean he came back unchanged. (Based on the "corrupted Steven theory".)”
My Skin: “Steven does a mental inventory of what's changed about him since his uncorruption and finds himself starting to fall into a hole of self-criticism, until a song playing downstairs sets him straight. (Based on the "corrupted Steven theory".)”
Eternity in a Moment: “It had only taken a few hours, and yet, an eternity.”
I Can't Say with Confidence: “Over an hour. He's been sitting in the tub, fully clothed, the bathroom a mess… for over an hour.It should be working! Why isn’t it working?!” Based on this art!
It’s Okay to Need Help
Happy Steven's Day!: Just after Steven discovers his mother is Pink Diamond, Mother's Day rolls around...Greg just doesn't want Steven to be in a slump about it anymore.
You Deserve All the Joy: “Because nothing is better than being surrounded by family and love. Or: Steven's once-a-year struggle with a holiday he doesn't exactly have the ability to traditionally celebrate.” It’s Mother’s Day and Steven is sad. Post-ASPR
Universe Day: “"Being your dad is the only present I really need." Or: Greg and Steven talk and realize their experiences with Mother's Day have been two sides of the same coin.” Post-SUF
Citrusella's Comfortember 2020 Fics: Fics written based on prompts for November 2020 Comfortember... not finished with it
Speed Bump: “Steven's first night on the open road isn't as smooth as he wanted it to be. Attempt to combine prompts 2-6 of Comfortember (prompt 1 just couldn't be squeezed in): "first day/night", "nightmare", anxiety", "cuddling", "afraid to sleep"”
In the After: “Steven wonders if it was corruption. Comfortember days 7-10, though only in the most tenuous, technical sense (and by that I mean all four phrases are mentioned): "blanket fort", "lashing out", "confession", "crying"”
Late Night Hot Chocolate (described in next section)
Zombie Club Chronicles: Steven endures a violent accident on Frightnight (Halloween) that changes his life forever.
Beach City Zombie Club
Prompt: [Randomly roll from list: Steven] doesn’t enjoy the Halloween season, but [Fill in: Steven] take(s) them on a well-meaning trip to an old Gem Ruin where they come to realize [Pick from list: They’ve made a terrible mistake in coming here]
On Frightnight when he is 17, Steven experiences the most serious event of his young life. Almost exactly a year later, Steven takes Steven to Lars' ship in hopes of being able to hop off at a truly secluded gem ruin to talk about something that Steven and Steven have been disagreeing on for several months. Lars has an idea, and Steven comes to a realization.
For the Cluster Spooky Writing Challenge!
Late Night Hot Chocolate (also a Comfortember fic)
"Steven? What are you doing?" He stares into the pot.
The gem half's voice comes monotone. "Making hot chocolate."
"It's three o'clock in the morning. Why on earth are you making… hot chocolate?"
The slyness on his face is one pixel away from nonexistent and yet it's practically a traffic cone to his other half, as he remarks flatly, "Because I've lost control of my life."
Or: Steven and Steven both have nightmares that threaten to take them back to... that night... One copes by making the other hot chocolate and pretending he really isn't having any problems.
Comfortember days 16-18: Protective, Flashbacks, Hot Cocoa
Standalone oneshots (reverse chronological order--newest to oldest):
Rumble Strips:
Prompt: [Randomly roll from list: Greg] notices [Fill in: Steven] is in a somber mood lately. Out of the goodness of their heart they try to cheer up the sad soul in the only way they know how: [Fill in: WHO WANTS TO GO ON A ROAD TRIP?!]
"I really thought I could handle myself on my own." He scoffed. "Even my own therapist didn't think I could do it."
"I bet she thought you could handle yourself just fine. She probably just thought you'd do better with your support system close, bud. Like, literally, I mean." His eye weaved through the thin line of gravel past the edge of the shoulder. "You started saying some pretty concerning things."
Or: Greg and Steven stop on the side of the interstate on their way to Empire City for New Year's, to have a conversation.
For the Cluster Christmas Writing Challenge!
Auto-Injector: “In an alternate timeline, Steven meets Bluebird at her welcome party but he cannot, under any circumstances, try her hors-d'oeuvres. Or: Steven ends up with allergies because why not” (I have three more ideas for chapters)
Don't Put Beans Up Your Nose: “"I know you want answers, and I wish I had some for you, really, Steven, but from what you've described…  those aren't things to play around with. It's unethical to knowingly subject you to those for the sake of 'experimenting', even if you consent." Or: Steven asks Dr. Maheswaran a question she's not ethically able to answer.”
The Exor-schist:
Prompt: A series of events have led to a terrifying effect on one or more of the series’ characters. [Randomly roll from list: Mr. and Dr. Maheswaran] are now suffering from [Randomly roll from list: Spiritual Possession]. How did this happen?
"This corrupted gem, it has a powerful connection to organic matter. Ones this powerful have been known to overtake and even kill humans."
For the Cluster Spooky Writing Challenge!
It's My Party and I'll Dry If I Want To: “You would dry too, if it happened to you! Or: Steven says he wants a pool party for his eighteenth birthday in Delmarva, after over a year of traveling the country. ...But why isn't he swimming?”
Ace Up Your Sleeve: “Or in your back pocket, same diff. Or: Steven's sad about potentially not getting to go to Pride.” (oneshot and an epilogue)
Milestone: “"Okay, so like, the books aren't, like, useless, but they assume you have like the perfect baby. Maybe consider the following: kids are dorks, man." Or: Steven went to the doctor. Once. Or: Greg thinks Steven, at 15 months, is being weird and missing milestones and is worried he's a bad dad so he goes to Vidalia for help.” May eventually be part of a babby Steeb over the years collection
Full Enclosure: “What am I going to tell you? You're better off not knowing the trouble I'm in. / I don't want you to worry about what I've just seen, about where I've just been. / You don't have to be a part of this, I don't think I want you to be! / You don't need this, you don't need me... Or: Steven defines himself by his connection to others. So when they all leave, then… he's no one. (In short: Steven is crushed by his need to be needed.)”
Vice: “He could stop whenever he wanted to. He just didn't want to. Or: Steven falls into a bad habit and tries to rationalize it as okay as long as he's not completely abandoning the idea of improving his life.”
Stairwell Solitude: “Over ten years, Greg wrote just six letters to his parents. What could they have contained?” Post-Mr. Universe
Striations: “At Connie's behest, Dr. Maheswaran makes a house call to Steven's place after his un-monstering. It's different than his last appointment, but its core is the same.”
Everything Stays: “Ever so slightly, daily and nightly, in little ways, when everything stays... Steven's therapist brings up something she's noticed about him outside his PTSD.”
I Do It For Me: “"Forgiveness is the intentional and voluntary process by which a victim undergoes a change in feelings and attitude regarding an offense, and overcomes negative emotions such as resentment and vengeance." Steven asks his therapist a question. The answer may surprise him.”
A Break in the Case: “Dr. Maheswaran takes a look at Steven's results but quickly finds herself in over her head.” Mid-Growing Pains
I have a couple entries in the @connieswap omake collection (Comic Relief and Same Old Steven)--I’m not linking them
Changing Tastes: “ Steven and Connie share a conversation after watching Crying Breakfast Friends: Under the Butterknife.”
Rejuvenated Regrets: “Someone calls Steven's name from downstairs. He's not listening closely enough to know who it is. He's not sure he cares right this moment. He wants Mom—Rose—Pink—and that's the one person he knows it's not.”
Gut Feeling: “Every time, he has to push his brain off that train of thought--what if she does it again?--but for someone with super-strength, he's surprisingly not very good at pushing.”
Lapis Watches Titanic (1997) ...There’s no summary
The Cluster Halloween Exquisite Corpse 2019 (I only wrote part of this!!): “Lars tells a horror story but loses track of it, or; a bunch of fic writers do an exquisite corpse and hilarity ensues. Written by DocCairo, citrusella, E350, love-killed-the-superstar and br42.”
Drift Away: “There are timelines where Steven fell into the biopoison when the Earth cracked under his feet. Here we see three times Steven (technically) lived despite a dive into pure poison, and one time he didn't.”
The Rose Wilts: “Once upon a time, he knew Rose. But he knew he didn't know everything.Sometimes it feels like he's learned more about her after she died than he ever knew while she was alive.“ Doug and Rose used to be friends
Tying the Knot: “Steven never wears shoes with laces, because he can't tie them. When Connie finds out, he's pretty chill about it.”
Haploid: “You're not sure if this is what being shattered feels like. You don't know if you want to be sure.” Mid-CYM
Thestral: “"How many have you seen?" "All of them." She answered without hesitation. "Oh." Or: Pearl and Steven talk about a type of gem that corruption has given some... special characteristics.”
500 Words a Secret Santa Gift: The Gratuitous Reference: “200 words a day, every day, until Under the Knife comes back. Or Crying Breakfast Friends. We're not picky at this point. Secret Santa edition! (A Secret Santa gift for @e350tb that deliberately and gratuitously references their 100 Words a Day series.)”
Sesimorp, Sesimorp: “A Lapis Lazuli makes a beautiful work of art.”
Ship Talk: “Lars and Steven share a moment on the Sun Incinerator.”
No Way Around It: “An order is an order.”
Give It A Try!: “Steven gets a Diamond to try something new.”
Better Off: “Peedee ponders what could have been.”
Steven x A Nice Calm Life Please and Thank You™: A Case for the Realization of a Bold New Ship: “Steven deserves a happy life free of interplanetary struggle and strife. It's my OTP. So I'm going to give him that! :D”
I Don't Know: “Will this ever make sense? Will this ever feel normal?” Post-ASPR
Force of Nature: “Her diamond gave her orders no longer.”
My Gemmortal (by XXXbloodstoneshardz666XXX): “the escupaids fo steven hardlight amnesia lion universe and his freinds n crushs” (this is exactly what it sounds like)
The Picture of Steven Pink: “It took a lot out of him.” (SU but Steven takes on the injuries he heals)
Self: “In the Connie Swap AU, Steven considers his identity and place in his family, community, culture, and himself. For a kid who at least tries to be all sunshine and rainbows, this isn't exactly the most fun thing to do, but sometimes it's necessary.” (these are different than the things in the CS omake collection)
I Really AM My Mom...: “"When you're singing, you want to use enough air that you could blow a throatful of peanut butter clear across the room." The crackiest of escape-from-Homeworld plots, based on a ClickHole article and a joke headcanon.”
Left: “Of course there's shame in bailing.”
Old shames (chronological order): Stories I just kinda cringe at now
Shrinking Rose: “Steven never felt bad about his stature. Until he did.” (I just don’t love it)
A Rose for Emily: “What if Rose wanted to spend the rest of her life with someone before Greg? ...It's safe to say she has a skeleton in her closet.” (less old shame than the others on this list but was hard to shoehorn in the A Rose for Emily style writing)
Alone: “Steven won't open up about how everything that happened is affecting him. Not even to himself.” (I know I’ve written other dark stuff but this one just hits different)
You Should've Asked Me, I'm Really Good at Naming Bands (November 2019 Unfinished WIPs): “(title subject to change) I did a challenge that I had to write my WIPs in November (revised to November and December) or be forced to post them unfinished. I got some updates done, but several not done. These are those stories. Dun-dun.” (only “shame” because they were things that were never finished--I also had a Connie Swap omake I was supposed to finish or the punishment was not to post it unfinished but to write Steven and Spinel (NOTP) but I just never did that)
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Baby Love [F.W.]
Character: Fred Weasley
Word Count: 1693
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: Looking after Teddy Lupin makes Fred decide he wants a baby of his own with you.
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“Never seen him so content,” you hummed to Hermione, a smile playing at your lips as you nodded over to Fred, who was sitting on a nearby couch in the living room of the Burrow, where everyone had gathered for Christmas - the second one since the Battle of Hogwarts - holding a tiny toddler, who was giggling at Fred’s attempts to make him laugh, hair turning a bright blue as he threw his arms into the air.
Hermione laughed, “He’s always loved Teddy.” “He reminds him of Lupin I reckon,” you replied, not having to mention the reason why, considering the small boy looked just like him. Fred, you knew, felt indebted to Lupin, since he was the one to bring George back to the Burrow when he lost his ear - kept him safe after the incident, travelling back quickly to save him. You knew that was one of the reasons Fred offered to look after Teddy so often - that and the fact that the baby adored him.
“Are you not thinking about children yet?” Hermione asked you, breaking you from your thoughts, “I’d have thought with the way he can never keep his hands off you that you’d be pregnant by now.”
You let out a laugh, knowing she wasn’t exactly wrong - Fred always had at least an arm around you or a hand on your waist, always pulling you into his lap and kissing you when he got the chance. And he’d only gotten worse since you were married a few months ago, thoroughly enjoying the new house you’d moved into after the wedding and all the privacy it gave you both - George had learnt to knock on the door when he arrived rather than apparating in immediately, after finding you both in a rather compromising position on the kitchen counter one time.
“Well, I mean obviously we’d love to have a baby... it’s just, well we both got hurt pretty badly in the battle and each had to deal with nearly dying,” you spoke, earning a sympathetic look as thoughts of the battle crossed both your minds.
Fred had nearly been hit by a wall falling in an explosion - he had been knocked unconscious and the moment you saw him laying on the floor of the Great Hall, you’d assumed the worst, until Molly had assured you with a watery nod that he was okay. Then when the battle recommenced, you’d had your leg crushed by falling debris, not being able to dodge spells fast enough, meaning you were nearly hit with the killing curse, had George not have pulled you out of the way in time.
The battle overall took its toll on you both, causing flashbacks and nightmares for the first year or so, only just beginning to ease when you and Fred decided to get married a couple of months back, wanting to make things official after years of dating.
“We just haven’t had the time to plan for a baby. Plus, we’re still really young,” you continued, shrugging your shoulders a little before turning your gaze to Fred, who was preoccupied by baby Teddy, pulling faces at him and playing peek-a-boo, not being able to help the smile that graced your lips, “But maybe having a baby would be a good thing.”
“He’d be a great dad,” Hermione grinned, seeing the way your eyes lit up as you watched your husband cradling the toddler in his arms, even as Teddy decided to grab a hold of Fred’s ginger locks, pulling at them happily.
“The best,” you nodded with a content smile. You excused yourself from Hermione as you saw Teddy reaching out in your direction, stuttering out what you assumed was his attempt at saying your name, clambering over Fred’s lap to get to you.
“I’m here baba, I’m right here,” you cooed, scooping the now-sandy haired toddler up into your arms and giving him a hug, his little chubby arms wrapping around you as best they could. You marvelled at how much he resembled Remus, the same tiny smile on his face.
“Be careful, he likes hair now apparently,” Fred grumbled, rubbing a patch on his head that you assumed Teddy had yanked. You laughed as you sat beside him, nudging his side a little with a wink, “I thought you liked having your hair pulled.”
“I do, but only when it’s you that does it, not when a baby does it with the intention of making me bald,” Fred replied, but despite himself he was smiling at Teddy, who had curled up in your lap and was babbling nonsense to you both.
You glanced up, noticing a presence watching you, finding Molly stood in the doorway to the kitchen, holding a spatula and practically cooing at the sight of her son and his wife looking after a baby.
“Oh you remind me of me and Arthur when we had our Bill,” she gushed, waving the spatula in your direction. You smiled at her warmly and shifted the toddler a little, Fred holding his tiny hand in his much larger one.
“I’m assuming Bill was a lot calmer than the rest of them, eh Molly,” you laughed, watching as she nodded immediately, nearly sighing as she thought back to her other children.
“Indeed. Charlie was a nightmare, always finding creatures from the garden and claiming them as his pets - once found a Doxy in his room that he’d been keeping from me, if you can believe it! An absolute pest, had to get rid of it as soon as I could. Percy was a good child, very smart. Almost as good as Bill. And then came you two,” she pointed the spatula at Fred who mocked innocence and pointed to himself in shock, “Who were nightmares. Then there was Ron and Ginny, but they were almost easy compared to the twins.”
Fred grinned smugly, “We enjoy keeping you on your toes, mother dearest, what can we say.”
Molly hummed disapprovingly at him, “I can’t wait until you both have a baby - for your sake, Y/n, dear, I hope they’re like Bill. For your sake, Fred, I hope they’re like you were, an absolute terror.”
Fred’s jaw dropped comically, absent-mindedly taking Teddy from you as he crawled on his lap, jogging him up and down on his knee, “Terror? Me? As if. I’m the light of your life. Besides, it’s awfully forward of you to think we’re having a child, Mum.”
“Oh look at you both with him,” Molly gestured pointedly at the toddler, who was happily playing with Fred’s jumper, “You’re parents already, you just need a baby of your own.”
With that, she turned to head back into the kitchen, as Fred turned to you, wiggling his eyebrows, “What d’ya reckon, eh love? Want a baby with me?”
“Already picked the names,” you joked, taking Teddy back from him and lifting him up in the air, making him squeal in delight, waving his little fists around.
Fred grinned, then found himself watching the way you were holding Teddy, the way you were cradling him so gently, making him smile and laugh. He bit his lip, imagining what it would be like with his own baby - one with his ginger hair, his nose, and your eyes and lips. One that was half him and half you.
All through the rest of the gathering, all through playing games with his family, talking about how Bill and Fleur were expecting their baby in April, and how Hermione was doing working in the Ministry, all he was thinking about was starting a family with you, watching as you cared for Teddy, to give Harry and Ginny and few hours alone before they took him back for the evening.
And as he sat, arm slung around your shoulder, Teddy now asleep across both of your laps, he decided he wanted his own baby with you.
Later that night, after you’d returned Teddy to his godfather, you and Fred retreated back to the room you were staying in in the Burrow. You lay on the bed, watching your husband move around the room, seemingly deep in his own mind as you watched him bump into the corner of the cabinet twice, and nearly trip over the rug, before you spoke, “What’s on your mind, Freddie?”
He paused in place, having removed his trousers and instead stood in a shirt and his boxers, “Just thinking about Teddy... and you... and how good you are with him.”
“You’re pretty good with him too, you know, he loves you. Kept asking for his ‘Unca Fwed’ when I gave him back to Harry,” you laughed a little, shaking your head.
Fred grinned, “He’s pretty cute, huh? Been wondering what it’d be like to have him around all the time. Except not him, but a different baby. Our baby, to be precise.”
“You want a baby?”
Fred nodded, almost shyly as he pulled his shirt off and threw it over to you, you swapping the shirt you were wearing for his, happily breathing in the smell of him clinging to the fabric.
You smiled at him, holding your arms out to him as he crawled up the bed until his body hovered above yours, leaning on his forearms on either side of your head.
Wrapping arms around neck, you leaned up to brush your lips against his, “I’d love to have a baby with you, Freddie.”
He nudged his nose against yours, humming contently, “Yeah?” “Yeah,” you confirmed with a soft smile, kissing him gently, “Imagine, we could have one by next Christmas, or one on the way.”
“Maybe babies. Multiples run in the family, you know,” he murmured, moving to place kisses along your jawline and you felt him grin against your skin.
“I’m not having twins,” you deadpanned, shaking your head at him fondly as you scoffed out a laugh. Fred pulled back a little, still grinning back at you cheekily as he gently rocked his hips against yours, making your head fall back against the pillow,
“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that, love.”
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cg29 · 3 years
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Last night I visited insomnia city. As I was lying awake I began contemplating the amount of fluffy prompt vs whump lists. Now, I adore fics where my favourite characters get hurt and then (sometimes) fixed at the end. However, lately I’ve been needing the comfort more. I began considering what I could do to inspire my own and others output of fluff which inevitably led me to the conclusion: ‘why not create my own list.’ So, I did, and here it is now for anyone to use…
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Bring on the Fluff
100 prompts for fanfiction, your own stories and any style of art.
Prompts are for fluff, comfort, humorous, romantic, comedic, and any other aww moments. Hurt can feature but should  only be used to aid the soothing comfort.
Prompts can be mixed together or used on their own.
Stories can be of any length.
The list can be used for your followers to send you requests, or if you prefer to work through at your own pace. (I will, very slowly, be doing the second option)
Enjoy 😊
1. Angel 2. Anniversary 3. Art 4. Back Rubs 5. Beach 6. Bedtime 7. Birthday 8. Blind Date 9. Bonfire 10. Breakfast in Bed 11. Brother 12. Cake 13. Camping Trip 14. Carnival 15. Cherished Memory 16. Cherished Item 17. Chocolate 18. Cottage 19. Coffee 20. Cookies 21. Countryside 22. Cuddles 23. Dad 24. Date Night 25. Dinner for Two 26. Drunken Conversations 27. Enchanted 28. Engagement 29. Family 30. Fireplace 31. Fireworks 32. First Dance 33. First Date 34. First Kiss 35. First Steps 36. Floor is Lava 37. Flowers 38. Forest 39. Game Night 40. Gift 41. Grandma 42. Grandpa 43. Handmade 44. Holidays 45. Holding Hands 46. Home 47. Horse Riding 48. Ice cream 49. Island 50. Journal 51. Jukebox 52. Kaleidoscope 53. Karaoke Night 54. Lake 55. Moonlight 56. Mother 57. Mountain View 58. Movie Night 59. Music 60. Napping 61. Nature 62. Ocean 63. Oneness 64. Painting 65. Pet 66. Picnic 67. Pillow Fight 68. Pillow Fort 69. Playing Twister 70. Playground 71. Portrait 72. Prom 73. Quilt 74. Quiz Night 75. Radiant 76. Reunion 77. Road Trip 78. Sand 79. Secret 80. Sharing Clothes 81. Sharing a Blanket 82. Sharing an Umbrella 83. Sister 84. Snowman 85. Stars 86. Summer 87. Sun 88. Swapping Beds 89. Swimming Pool 90. Talent 91. Telescope 92. Truth or Dare 93. Universe 94. Valentines 95. Victory 96. Whisper 97. Wingman 98. Wish 99. Yawning 100. Zoo
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expectingtofly · 3 years
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Sign Here
AU-Modern Setting, Meet-Cute, Dean is a UPS Driver, Cas and Dean are idiots, Gabe is trying to help
4k (oops this fic got long)
also posted on ao3
written for Day 2 of @starrynightdeancas 2k Followers Celebration <3 <3
Castiel knelt on the grass to pull up some stubborn weeds in the garden lining the front of his newly-bought house. The previous inhabitants had left behind a tangled mess of rose bushes and weeds, and after a week of unpacking boxes, he was happy to finally have time to spend outside. One of the perks of moving from an apartment to a small bungalow—finally space for a garden. Although, he was sure the inside of his house would soon become just as packed with plants as his apartment had been.
Engrossed as he was in weeding and planning what flowers he would plant to expand the garden, he didn’t hear someone approach until a shadow fell over the dirt. 
Startling, he looked up to see a man standing on the walkway next to him. “What—oh.” By the man’s clothes—brown collared shirt and shorts—and the package he was holding, Castiel realized he was a UPS delivery driver. “Hello.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” the driver said, fighting back a smile.
Castiel stood, brushing dirt off his hands. “It’s alright.” 
The man held out a package. “I was gonna deliver this to your front door, unless you want to take it now.”
“Yes, thank you.” Taking it, Castiel looked down at the label, trying to remember what he had ordered. Something for his kitchen, probably.
“Did you just move in?” the UPS driver asked. His eyes were very green, a spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. Freckles everywhere, Castiel realized, seeing the way they lightly spotted his bare arms. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”
Realizing he was staring, Castiel reddened, glanced down at the package in his hands. “Uh, yes, I did. Last week.”
“Welcome to Bloomfield, then.” He nodded at the rose bushes. “Nice garden you got here.”
“You don’t have to lie, it’s a mess.” The driver laughed and Castiel smiled a little. “It’s not much now. Hopefully I’ll be able to fix it up soon.”
“I’ll keep an eye out, see how things develop.” The man took a step back and gestured to the UPS truck on the street. “I’ve got other packages to deliver. Nice meeting you.”
“You too,” Castiel said, watching him leave. Kneeling down to continue yanking out the prickly weeds, he smiled. It was nice to meet someone friendly; he hadn’t gotten to meet many people yet with the chaos of moving in. Of course, he thought, glancing back at the UPS truck as it rumbled down the street, it didn’t hurt that the driver was extremely attractive as well. 
***
The next week, Castiel was hanging up art prints in his living room when he heard the doorbell ring. Assuming it was for a package he’d ordered, he took his time getting to the door, straightening the print on the wall before weaving through the cardboard boxes he still hadn’t unpacked. 
When he opened the front door, however, he was surprised to see the green-eyed UPS driver standing on his porch holding the package.
The man’s face brightened. “Hi. Got a delivery for you.”
“I’m sorry,” Castiel said, opening the door wider. “I didn’t realize you were waiting. I thought you delivery drivers just dropped off the package and disappeared.”
The UPS driver laughed. Such a nice laugh, Castiel thought. “Right, yeah, that’s what we normally do. But, uh, we have a new policy. Have to get a signature for packages.” He handed over a clipboard and pen, pointing to the line at the bottom of the page. "Just sign here."
“Oh. Alright.” Castiel took the clipboard and signed his name. When he handed it back, he saw the man glance at the signature. “Castiel,” he supplied.
“Cool name. I’m Dean.” 
“Nice to meet you, Dean.” Having been occupied all week with moving in and subsequently starved for conversation, he added, “You’re one of the first people I’ve met so far. The other being a cashier at that grocery store down the street.”
“Still getting settled in?”
“Yes. It’s taking much longer than I anticipated. I hate unpacking. It never seems to end.”
“Yeah, moving’s a bitch. You liking the place so far, though?”
Castiel nodded. “I do. Much improved from the apartment where I was living before.”
“God, I bet. I share an apartment with my brother—don’t get me wrong, I like living with him, but our landlord’s an asshole.” He gestured to the right. “Garden’s looking great.”
“Thank you. I just bought petunias, but I haven’t had a chance to plant them.” He pointed at the small brown box Dean was still holding. “That should be new gardening gloves in there.”
“Oh, right, your package.” Dean’s face looked a little red as he handed the box over. “Um, well, I should be on my way. See ya.” He stepped off the porch with a wave and Castiel waved back before going inside. 
As he unpacked his belongings, he realized filling a house was harder than he’d thought. There were so many household items he was missing. Perhaps a trip to the store would be faster, but ordering online was easier—or so he told himself as he opened his laptop.  
I’m only trying to save myself time, he reasoned, though inwardly he might have been hoping Dean would deliver the package. 
Though he wouldn’t admit it to himself, he found himself growing more impatient over the next few days. Then, one afternoon as he organized his silverware drawer, he heard the doorbell ring. He practically ran to the front door, then paused and steadied himself before opening it, waiting a few seconds so it wouldn’t seem like he’d rushed over.  
It might not even be Dean, he chastised himself as he unlocked the door. 
Dean smiled at him when he swung the door wide.
“Hello, Dean,” Castiel said, trying to sound casual and hide his smile.
“Hi.” He looked to be about Castiel’s age. What were the chances that someone this attractive was single? “Got another package. A heavy one this time.” 
Pushing away those thoughts, Castiel took it from him and placed it inside on the floor. “Thank you. Don’t I have to sign something?”
“Uh, shit, yeah.” Dean handed over the clipboard and pen, and as Castiel signed, he nodded at the package. “Something else for the garden?”
Castiel shook his head, handing back the clipboard. “A mixer. I thought maybe I could try my hand at baking. My mom sent me a few of her recipes.”
Dean’s eyes brightened. “You ever want inspiration, there’s a diner, other side of town, a few blocks from where I live, that makes the best pie. Makes them fresh every morning.”
“I’ll have to go sometime.” He stopped short of saying that maybe he’d see Dean there, not wanting to sound too excited at the prospect.
Maybe I should order more things for the kitchen, he thought, shutting the door after saying goodbye to Dean. Or a new bath mat, and curtains, maybe. The boxes he had yet to unpack scolded him by their presence, but he ignored them. If receiving new items meant talking to a friendly face, who could blame him? 
***
“You sure get a lot of packages,” Dean remarked the next week when Castiel opened the door. 
Castiel reddened. “Turns out it’s hard to fill a whole house.” 
“I’m not complaining, you’re the one giving me a job to do.” Dean handed over the package. “What’s it this week?”
“A watering can.”
“You really like to garden, don’t you?” Dean gestured to the flowers and plants lining the front of the house. “I mean, you’ve added a lot since moving in.”
“Yes, well, I find it’s a wonderful way to wind down after work.”
Dean nodded. “I get that. Any spare time I have, I work on my car.”
Castiel glanced at the UPS truck, because he hadn’t really considered Dean driving anything else. His heart beat a little faster at the thought of running into Dean somewhere else, at the diner, at the grocery store. He wondered how Dean dressed when he wasn’t in his uniform, what else he did in his free time.
Dean followed his gaze to the street and gestured to the UPS truck. “This thing, it’s crap. No AC, no radio. What do you drive?” He glanced at Castiel’s driveway. “That a Lincoln Continental? 78? 77?”
Castiel caught the derisive tone in his voice. “78. And I like it,” he added defensively.
Dean smiled, raising his hands. “Eye of the beholder, I guess. You ever need work done on it, let me know, I can help.” His eyes widened a little at his own words. “I mean, you don’t need to, I just meant, if you want. I’m good at that stuff.”
“Thank you, Dean. I appreciate the offer.” Inwardly, he cursed his car for being so reliable. Maybe the engine light would turn on and he could take him up on his offer. Or maybe Dean was only being friendly and didn’t really mean it. 
When Dean headed back to his truck and Castiel shut the door, he realized Dean hadn’t asked him to sign anything. Maybe he’d only forgotten. 
***
“Gotten acquainted with the locals?” Gabriel asked a few nights later when he called to see how Castiel was settling in.
“I talked with one of my neighbors yesterday. Arla. She’s eighty-two and owns three cats.” Leaning against the kitchen counter, Castiel glanced at the mixer. “And, uh, I did meet someone else. Someone my age, not a neighbor. Dean.”
“Met someone? Like went on a date with—”
“No, he works for the UPS, he’s been delivering my packages.” He was interrupted by Gabriel laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“So instead of going out and meeting real people, you’re making friends with the delivery guy.”
“Dean is real,” Castiel protested. “He’s very kind and friendly. And helpful. He’s told me about places to check out in town and complimented my garden—”
“Damn, Cas, sounds like you really like this guy.”
“No, he’s just a nice person,” Castiel insisted. By Gabriel’s laughter, he knew he wasn’t being believable. “Alright, fine. I enjoy talking to him.” He wasn’t going to tell Gabriel that seeing Dean was becoming his favorite part of the week.
“He single?”
“Um. Yes.” He may or may not have asked Arla if she knew Dean, and may or may not have learned that she couldn’t believe “a charming young man like him is still single.” Oh, and that if she were a younger woman, she would be ordering packages left and right to flirt with him when he delivered. Castiel did not appreciate that last part, even if Arla had no idea how close to the truth she’d struck. I’m not flirting, he argued inwardly.
“Well, are you going to make a move or not?” When Castiel didn’t respond right away, Gabriel added, “Right, I forgot who I’m talking to.”
“I might,” Castiel protested. “But we only just met. And I don’t even know if he likes me. He’s only doing his job.”
“May as well ask him out, see what he says.” 
Castiel sighed. “I don’t want to rush into anything. I only just moved here.”
“Well, you snooze, you lose, Cas. Don’t miss out on something just because you’re scared.”
“I’m not scared!”
I’m not scared, he repeated to himself when he said goodbye and hung up the phone. He was being reasonable. But maybe Gabriel was right. Dean had to be somewhat interested—delivery guys didn’t just stick around to talk after delivering a package. Maybe he’d test the waters, try to see if Dean was truly interested or just being friendly.
***
A few days later, he was watering his petunias when Dean got out of his truck with another package.
“Hey, Cas!” he called. 
“Hello, Dean.” Setting down his water can, he wiped his hands on his jeans. “Thank you,” he said, taking the narrow box from Dean. Before he lost his courage, he spoke up, “I, um, made a pie this morning.” Whether he’d made it specifically to offer to Dean was something he’d never admit to anyone, much less himself. “I was wondering if you wanted a slice? You can tell me if it’s good or not.”
Dean broke into a grin. “Shit, Cas, really? Yeah, thanks.”
“Wait here, I’ll grab it.”
When he returned to the doorway with a paper plate covered in foil, he caught Dean looking inside his house. 
“It’s still a mess in here,” Castiel said, handing the plate over. “I’ve been kinda busy with work.”
“No, yeah, totally, no judgement.” He peeled back the foil and inhaled. “Fuck, I’m starving. This looks amazing.” Picking up the slice, he took a bite. “Mmm,” he said, rolling his eyes back. 
“Good?” Castiel asked, amused. 
“So good,” Dean said, his voice muffled. He swallowed. “You’re a natural.” 
“Thank you. I have more, if you’d like it.”
“Don’t tempt me. Yes.” 
Grinning, Castiel went back inside and packaged up two more slices, brought them to Dean.
“You’re an angel,” Dean said. “Seriously.” He juggled the plates in his hands. “So, where do you work?”
Castiel leaned on the doorway. “I work here. I’m an editor. I do freelance work.”
“Dude, that’s cool. Nice that you get to work from home.” Looking down at his watch, he swore quietly. “Sorry, I need to keep moving. I’ve got a lot of deliveries today.” 
“Oh,” Castiel said, disappointed, straightening. “Alright. Sorry for keeping you so long.”
“No problem, this was a nice break.” He stepped off the walkway. “Thanks for the pie.”
“You’re welcome.” Ask him for his number. Ask him if he would like to go out. But he kept quiet and watched Dean cross the yard back to his truck. 
***
That night, Castiel ordered a set of bookends shaped like trees. He checked his email the next few days, tracking the package. On the day it was to be delivered, he had to run errands and got stuck in traffic. When he pulled into his driveway, he saw a package sitting on the front porch. Shit. He’d missed Dean. 
Grabbing his bag of groceries, he walked over and picked up the package with his free hand. Then he noticed a note taped to the top. 
Sorry I missed you, it read. The pie was incredible.
Castiel smiled. 
***
Sunlight streamed through his living room windows as Castiel organized his books on his bookshelves. He was just pushing his new bookends into place when the doorbell rang. Frowning, he went to the front door and looked out through the window. Dean?
“Hello, Dean,” he said, opening the door. “I wasn’t expecting a package today.” 
“Oh, really?” Dean looked like he was fighting back a smile as he turned around the cardboard box in his hands. Bold black letters were written across the front: SAY HI TO DEAN FOR ME.
Castiel’s eyes widened and he snatched the box out of Dean’s hands. “What? I don’t know how—” He scanned the box for the label. Gabriel, he realized. “It’s my brother,” he explained. “I was telling him about you, he must’ve sent me this to embarrass me, I’m so sorry.”
Dean’s smile won out. “No, it’s fine, that’s kinda hilarious.” He shifted his stance, the wooden porch boards creaking. “You, uh, you told him about me?”
Castiel’s head snapped up from glaring at Gabe’s name on the return label. “Um, yes,” he faltered. “Well, I was just telling him that I met someone, and it’s been nice to, uh, uh, have a friend.” 
Friend? He hardly knew Dean, for fuck’s sake. For all he knew, he was just a random person Dean spoke to occasionally on his route, no more important than Arla or any of the other people he delivered to.
But Dean smiled. “Yeah, uh, me too. I mean, I like meeting people on my route, just makes the day a lot better when I get to stop and talk.” He reddened a little and rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down at his boots.
“I hope I don’t keep you from your other deliveries,” Castiel said.
Dean waved his hand. “Nah, it’s fine. I get the other ones done fast so I can spend more time here.” He cut himself off and reddened even further, as if realizing what he was admitting. 
So, Dean was deliberately trying to see him, talk to him. Castiel felt his face heat up as well. “I’m sure delivering packages all day can be very boring,” he offered. 
Dean nodded quickly. “Yeah, ya know, it’s nice to have someone to talk to. Besides, I’m just trying to make sure this neighborhood’s newest resident is doing okay.” He grinned. “Think of me as the welcome committee.”
“Well, I appreciate it. Really.”
Dean nodded again, and they stood there awkwardly for a few long moments. Castiel glanced back down at the box, Gabe’s words ringing in his head. Ask him out, see what he says.
“I’ll get on my way,” Dean said, stepping back. He smiled a little. “Tell your brother I said hi.”
“I will.” Maybe he should just blurt it out. Dean had said he enjoyed stopping by here. But maybe he only meant that in a friendly way. Castiel had called him a friend, after all. He chickened out. “Have a good rest of your day.”
“You too.” Dean walked away and Castiel glared down at the box. 
“Not helpful,” he told it.
***
“Gabe, I hate you.”
“What? I was just trying to spark conversation between you two—”
“I hate you. I can hold a conversation well enough myself, thank you very much. You only made things awkward.” He paused before adding, “Dean says hi, by the way.”
Gabriel cheered and Castiel pulled his phone away from his ear. “So it worked? You asked him out?”
“Um...” Castiel pulled at a rip on his gardening jeans. “No.”
“Cassie!” Gabriel whined. “I did all that work for nothing? What’s the holdup? Ask him out.”
Castiel groaned. “I will. Eventually. But, I mean, can he even say yes? He’s on the job—”
“Cas, he’s already taking time out of his workday to talk to you. Pretty sure he’ll say yes, even if he’s working. Stop making excuses.”
“Fine. I’ll ask him.” He only said it to get Gabriel off his back, but his palms grew sweaty even thinking about it. 
“You better. Keep me updated.”
“Only if you never pull a prank like that again.”
“I can’t promise anything.” 
***
Seated at his desk, Castiel frowned at an awkwardly worded sentence that refused to form itself into any coherency. Was the past tense of lie lay or laid? Why couldn’t he ever remember? 
The doorbell ringing drew his attention and, grateful for the break, he saved the document he was editing and got up. Going to the front door, he wondered if he had any left-over pie to give Dean and drag out their time together in the doorway.
Opening the door, he began to say hello, then paused. A UPS delivery man was walking away to his truck, a package at Castiel’s feet on his front porch. 
“Wait!” Castiel called, stepping outside. The man turned—not Dean. Someone he’d never seen before. “Who the hell are you?”
The man looked startled. “I, uh, I’m a delivery—”
“No, sorry.” Castiel flushed. “Where’s Dean?”
“Dean?” The man frowned. “I don’t know who that is. We all got new routes a few days ago. He must be on another route now.”
Castiel’s heart sank. “Oh.” Another route? He looked down at the package. “Don’t I have to sign something?”
“No, you’re all good. We don’t require signatures.” The man continued to his truck and Castiel picked up the package. A lattice pastry roller to make more intricate pie crusts. He’d thought Dean might appreciate the effort.
Shutting the door, he stood in the foyer for a moment. So, Dean was gone. Why hadn’t he ever asked for Dean’s number? He’d had plenty of opportunities.
It’s a small town, he reasoned. I’ll see him again, I have to. He knew Dean lived on the other side of town, maybe if he drove around there, kept an eye out—
Alright, stop, he told himself. He was starting to sound crazy. He dropped the package off on the kitchen table. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.
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The next day, Castiel was seated at his desk, sending an email to a client, when the doorbell rang. 
His pulse sped up, and instinctively he rose from his chair. Then he remembered that Dean didn’t deliver to his house anymore. Sighing, he sat back down. 
He’d been trying not to think of it, but every other item in his house—the mixer, the bookends, the pastry roller—only reminded him of Dean and brought down his mood. 
Why didn’t I take Gabe’s advice? he bemoaned inwardly. That was a thought he never thought he’d have, but it looked like Gabe had been right. He’d lost his chance.  
Staring at his computer screen, he tried to focus on his work, but the distraction had ruined his focus. At least I’ll save money, he reasoned ruefully, now that he had no excuse for making random purchases. 
The doorbell rang again and he lifted his head, frowning. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember ordering anything. Maybe it was Arla, coming over to say hello.  
Rising, he went to the front door and tried to remember the name of that diner Dean had told him about. Maybe he’d stake out there on a weekend, see if Dean showed up. Or was that creepy?
Definitely creepy, he decided with a sigh, opening the door. Then he froze.
“Dean?”
Standing on his front porch—this time in jeans and a black t-shirt, holding a potted fern—was Dean. He smiled hesitantly, almost nervously. “Hi, Cas.” 
“What are you doing here?” Castiel looked at the street, but of course the familiar UPS truck wasn’t there. In its place was a sleek, black car. 
“My route changed and I, uh, never got to say bye. So I thought I’d just come over. Sorry if that’s weird—”
“No, I’m happy to see you. Just surprised. I thought I’d never…”
Dean grinned. “Scared you’d lost me forever?”
Castiel smiled. “Yeah, a bit,” he admitted. 
“I, um, I brought you this.” He held out the plant, laughed nervously. “I felt weird coming over without anything to deliver.”
“Thank you. It’s lovely.” Taking the plant, he stroked the leaves. “I know exactly where to put it.” His heart pounded as he realized now was his chance. He had to take it.
He started to ask for Dean’s number, but Dean started talking too, and they both stopped, laughing. “You first,” Castiel said. 
“Um, well.” Dean shoved his hands into his pockets. “I was thinking, would you maybe want to hang out somewhere other than your doorway? I can show you around town.” He gestured to his car. “Take you for a spin in Baby.”
Castiel couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. “I would love that.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I’ve been… I’ve been meaning to ask you out, or ask for your number. I just never worked up the courage.”
Dean grinned. “Am I really that intimidating?”
Castiel laughed. “No. Not at all. You’re quite the opposite.” He gestured inside. “Would you, uh, would you like to come inside?”
“Yeah, totally.” 
Castiel started to open the door wider, then paused. “I have a question. You never did need my signature, did you? For the packages?”
Dean frowned, then realization seemed to hit him and his face reddened. “Yeah, uh. No. But I figured it was a surefire way to get your name and talk to you.”
“Is that a trick you use often?”
“Nope, you were the first.” He grinned, eyes suddenly teasing. "Did you really need everything you were ordering, or were all the packages just an excuse to see me?"
Now was Castiel's time to blush. "I did need what I ordered!" he protested. "Well, some things. But mainly... I just wanted to talk to you."
“Well, it worked.”
“Yes.” He stepped back for Dean to come inside his home and smiled at him. “And I’m very glad it did."
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This is too long to send as an ask, so I could send it as a message but it wouldn't be right if I didn't show off our friendship to everyone else on tumblr, would it? So I'm posting it instead xD
Here you go bestie: 80 things I love about you 💖
1) you make me insanely happy
2) talking to you makes me smile (every single time)
3) you're one of the sweetest humans ever
4) you're so funny!!!
5) you use a lot of emojis/exclamation marks when you're texting (and that reassures me because I do too)
6) I can always rely on you to freak out with me
7) you're so thoughtful
8) you're also very smart
9) you often get my friends references!!! And not many people do so I love you so much for that
10) you're beautiful
11) you're positive and enthusiastic
12) you always comment on my fics 🥺
13) YOU HUG ME CONSTANTLY
14) seriously you're such a lovely person
15) I feel like I've been missing you all my life
16) our conversations are the cutest
17) I love whenever you begin a text with 'story time'
18) you put up with me calling you franziska
19) you get annoyed when I call you franziska xD
20) you're an amazing writer
21) you're an incredible baker (who cares if I've never tried any of your food! I JUST KNOW)
22) you're the best sister in the world
23) you're a little bit crazy too
24) you're a good listener
25) you have a great taste in music
26) and TV shows
27) and movies
28) you make my day basically every single day
29) you're the only person in the world who makes me want to hug them literally ALL THE TIME
30) did I mention how gorgeous you are
31) I love how devoted you are to language learning
32) and your English is pretty much perfect (which I'm very grateful for)
33) BABY FRANZI
34) AND FRANZI AND DARIO AAAHHH
35) your accent (you had to know this was coming at some point xD)
36) your VOICE (I know you were expecting this too)
37) your hair
38) you help me annoy my brother by making him jealous of you 😈
39) you're basically a celebrity in our house now because I talk about you so much
40) you make me check my phone to see if you've messaged me at the most inconvenient times!! (in restaurants, when I'm about to go in the sea, on top of mountains... 😝)
41) your smileeeeee
42) your love for animals
43) your sense of humour
44) just your whole personality in general
45) you're just so nice all the time 😭
46) you're ALWAYS right
47) and you ALWAYS make irritatingly good points
48) you make me laugh every day
49) and you make me grin uncontrollably
50) you're a significant cause of my overuse of heart emojis
51) there aren't many people as kind and fun to be around as you
52) I trust you
53) you're such a good friend!
54) you're the kind of friend that you really hope you stay friends with all your life
55) we're like joey and chandler (and wynonna and waverly but I'll have to wait until you've seen wynonna earp for you to understand that)
56) I'm HONOURED to have met you
57) I feel so close to you even though we've never met
58) you always know exactly what to say
59) your enthusiasm when I'm writing my fics 🥰
60) your OBSESSION with Harry Potter
61) I was friends with Harry-Potter-obsessed people for ages and they couldn't convince me to read it no matter how hard they tried, and now here we are
62) I don't think you give yourself nearly enough credit for how awesome you are (but you SHOULD)
63) and I don't think you understand how lucky everyone is who has ever met you
64) your dancing skills are... *chef's kiss*
65) and YOUR SINGING 😍😍😍
66) you know when you're reading a really cute fluffy fic and you have to stop for a second because it's TOO ADORABLE AND YOU JUST CAN'T?? Well I often have to do that when I'm talking to you because I just 😭 love you SO MUCH that sometimes my heart can't take it
67) you make my life happier
68) since I wrote the thing about you basically being a celebrity in our house, it's now got to the point where my parents ask how's franzi every time I'm on my phone 😂
69) ((hehe)) BLESS THE UNIVERSE FOR CREATING YOU
70) there are very few people like you
71) I'm gonna tell you you're beautiful again (and I will keep on telling you until one day you believe me 😉 and then I'll keep telling you after that anyway)
72) you're more fun to talk to than most people
73) okay, I almost started crying when I was writing this TWICE because I was overwhelmed by how grateful I am to know you, but it's fine 😭 it's under control now
74) I text you more than I text all my irl friends put together and that's probably not a good thing but ohhh welllll nevermindddd it's fineeee
75) everyone who's never met you or talked to you is missing out in life and I FEEL SO BAD FOR THEM (you might think I'm exaggerating but NO IT'S TRUE!!! Imagine living life without EVER talking to franziska... How do people do it??!!)
76) a few months ago I had an online friend who I vowed was the best online friend I've ever had and will ever have, and then you came along and ruined that, so thank you 🙄🤗❤️ I really hate breaking promises, FRANZISKA
77) if you think I say nice things to you all the time, you have no idea how many nice things I think about you but don't tell you
78) I keep imagining what it would be like to meet you in real life
79) I'm thinking I'll just end up hugging you for like an hour 🙈 or more..... okay definitely more..... people would just stare at us and wonder what's wrong with us... it would be amazing
80) I love how easy it was to make this list xD (I'm probably gonna keep adding to it so consider this part one)
However, this list doesn't even begin to cover how amazing you are. Your brilliant FEEBLE mind cannot comprehend how much I love you 🥰 but I hope this makes you happy sorella maggiore
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Absence of Words (Sawdust of Words 12)
At very long last, we have a new "Sawdust of Words" story!
Absence of Words, 13.5k, rated G.
London Sunday after the Apocalypse
They've survived an attempted Armageddon and near-executions, confessed their feelings, and now Aziraphale and Crowley are ready to spend the rest of eternity together.
But thousands of years of abuse are not so easily shrugged off. If this is going to work, if they're going to last longer than a few hours, Aziraphale and Crowley will need to learn to communicate.
It may be their greatest challenge yet. -- This fic takes place immediately after the "love confession" story "Finding the Words," and is my first real exploration in the series of what 6000 years of abuse and unhealthy communication becomes when you're abruptly free of your abusers AND starting a new relationship on the same day. Spoilers: it goes badly.
(However, I assure you all - it does have a happy ending and they will get better in the future!)
I shared the first scenes a few days ago, so the excerpt below is from slightly later, 1.3k of Aziraphale settling his emotions upon returning to the shop after the extreme thrill of walking hand-in-hand with Crowley for almost an hour. Hope you enjoy!
(CW for references to Heaven's emotional abuse/manipulation/gaslighting, and particularly to the fact that Aziraphale is still thinking in the ways they conditioned him to)
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Aziraphale pushed the door of his shop closed and breathed a sigh of relief. Home again. His own space, where everything always made a little more sense, felt a little more secure.
Despite the fire, everything was exactly as it should be. Every book, every figurine, every speck of dust perfectly in its place. Even the rug he’d moved aside to contact Heaven lay flat in the center of the floor where it belonged, as if the entire horrid day hadn’t happened.
He paused for a moment, fingers resting on a stack of books, and took another deep breath. He didn’t feel quite settled yet; a cup of tea would really help, though he wasn’t sure if he had the time to make one properly.
Fortunately, as an angel, he had other options.
His favorite tea mug already sat on the desk by his favorite chair. Perfect. A quick miracle filled it with warm black tea, a blend of leaves with a hint of roast chestnut, something a little sweeter but more subtle than sugar, and a few buds of chamomile and safflower petals to help him relax. Then he settled into the chair and took a slow drink, letting the flavors linger on his tongue.
Yes, precisely what he needed. A moment of calm amidst the whirlwind, something Crowley would certainly understand once he’d had a chance to explain properly. Five minutes and he’d be ready for whatever excitement the world threw at him, or that he threw himself into, as that seemed to be something he did now.
He wiggled his shoulders, burrowing more comfortably into his pillows, pleased at his own boldness, wondering what he should try next. He’d played football once, years ago, perhaps they could find some energetic youths and play a match. Or he could learn a musical instrument, spend a day as one of those street-corner musicians. Not that he’d ever really wantedto, but he could if he liked, and the possibility was thrilling.
Or he could do something really audacious, like run his fingers through Crowley’s hair. That possibility made a great deal of heat rise to his face as he eyed the sofa where the demon liked to sprawl.
As he did, Aziraphale noticed a few things out of place. Nothing major. The blanket, usually draped across the sofa, lay neatly folded over the arm. The odds and ends across his desk had been properly stacked. The nearest bookshelf had been re-organized so that the books ran from the smallest on the left to the largest on the right. Even this mug, he realized, hadn’t been used for at least two days and should be sitting spotless in its cupboard.
Several possible explanations came to mind, particularly that in recreating the destroyed shop Adam had put a few items in the wrong spots. But he knew Crowley had spent hours waiting here this morning. Perhaps he’d done a little tidying, then sat and made himself a cup of tea.
That brought another fascinating blend of emotions. A little alarming, to be drinking from the same cup. Not proper at all, in today’s society, though it would have been more acceptable in the past. But in modern society, there was something intimate about it. And he found he didn’t mind that at all.
Not intimate, Aziraphale thought, eyes drifting across the shelf again. Domestic. Now there was an interesting idea. Crowley making himself at home in the shop. Making himself a snack, lounging about and being rude to customers, doing his little cleaning routine when he felt nervous, helping himself to a glass of wine in the evening or padding around in bare feet after waking up in the morning…
Instinctively, Aziraphale clamped down on the whole line of thought, burying it, glancing about to see if someone had somehow noticed.
But…there was no one to notice anything. No one to worry about. Not now, not ever again.
I’m…free.
He set down the mug and pressed his hands together. He’d never really considered himself trapped in the first place. Yes, he’d needed to be careful to avoid notice, judgement, but that was his own fault for not being the right sort of angel, for failing to measure up again and again.
And yet. There was no longer any reason to be careful.
No longer any reason to lie.
That was all Crowley had asked, wasn’t it? That Aziraphale stop lying?
Honesty. Now there was his most audacious idea yet.
“I…” He put his fingers to his lips, not quite sure he dared. But he could. He could. “I…love…”
His voice hitched over the word, his mind filling with caution, with warnings not to go too far.
“I lo-love…” Why was he shaking? He could hardly be reprimanded for it now. “I love…Crowley.”
The name seemed to hang in the air, echo off the walls. This was madness, of course, he had taken no precautions. He had every reason to think Gabriel might come back, for a check-up, for some final business, and Aziraphale would — would disappoint him, and that was worse than any punishment.
Only. Only that didn’t matter, did it? What was Gabriel’s disappointment, compared to a garden, a bright sky, and Crowley leaning down to brush his lips…
“I…I love Crowley!” It came out louder and more defiant than he intended, as warmth and excitement rushed through Aziraphale. “I love him! And he loves me!”
He gasped, just a little, to hear it out loud.
He loves me.
Sinking back into his seat again, Aziraphale rubbed his eyes. The mask of calm that had carried him through the Apocalypse fell away, and now he found himself quite close to actual tears.
He’d wondered for so many years. 78 years, 3 months and 14 days, to be precise. Did Crowley love him? Could Crowley love him? Did he feel even a fraction of that powerful force that Aziraphale often worried would destroy him, destroy them both?
It frightened him, sometimes, the love Aziraphale felt, warm and insistent, brash and bold, at times quite needy. Nothing like the pure love of Heaven, patient and kind, austere and a little distant. Not something to be freely given in exchange for a smile or a box of chocolates, but something to strive for, to inspire one towards improvement, towards one’s best self.
He’d tried, of course, oh how he’d tried. Every assignment, every duty, pouring every last bit of himself into whatever they asked of him with such good intentions, hoping for a sign, a bit of praise, a brush of that loving warmth. He always failed, of course, flawed and imperfect angel that he was.
He couldn’t resent Heaven for holding that love in reserve; that, too, was an expression of love, for how could one grow and develop if everything were simply handed to one?
But it had been lonely. So very lonely for so very long.
Not anymore.
Crowley loved him, right now, with all his faults and flaws. He couldn’t say it — such was the nature of the Fallen — but love wasn’t about words. He could feel it in Crowley’s touch, hear it in his tone of voice, taste it in his kiss. And that was enough.
He treasured it so, that love, that trust that Crowley had shared with so few. It was Aziraphale he found worthy, Aziraphalehe gave them to, and Aziraphale would do anything to show they hadn’t been misplaced.
My best friend, Crowley had said; what could be more precious than that? A greater honor than Aziraphale had ever expected.
He just wished he could hear the words in a different tone of voice, one not laced with all-consuming pain and loss. Wished he could think of them without remembering how he’d sat there stupidly, a corporationless angel floating in a void, unable to offer any reassurance or comfort, unable to even let Crowley see his face. Useless, as he’d always been.
That, at least, ended today. He loved Crowley, he was with Crowley. Nothing would ever come between them again.
He wiped his eyes one last time and went to find Crowley’s surprise. And perhaps some biscuits for the road, one never knew when one’s…companion (even that word made him blush) might get hungry.
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bratshaws · 1 year
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through the hourglass 82. brb x oc
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a/n: idk how to write fighting scenes hah. felt a bit better today though, so that's a plus.
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: eric. just eric. and some beating. hah
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It shouldn’t surprise him that Beatrice’s brothers loathed Eric as much as he did. Michael and Leonardo listened to him intently as he told them everything that’s been going on. The attempts to reach Beatrice, the weird glimpses of blue from the corner of his eye and the Scream mask guy - who now he just found out was named Ghostface - that kept looking their way.
Michael even removed his mask to pay full attention to his brother-in-law's explanation, placing his several drinks down and turning his body halfway towards Rooster, “Wait, so you think he’s here?” Michael points his finger down, “In this party?”
“I have a feeling, yeah.”
Leonardo makes a face, but it’s his wife that speaks, “Considering the way our family works,I don’t think it’d be too far-fetched if Bradley was right.” she rubs her husband’s arm as she says it and Bradley can see how that information upset both brothers.
It was Michael who said something after a while, “At least Guillermo isn’t here to hear this.” Rooster looks over at the fourth Schiavoni with his brow raised, “Ah…well, let’s say that he…um…” he moves his hand trying to find the right words, “Let’s say that he wouldn’t be really happy if he knew Eric was here.”
And knowing how big Guillermo was, it was obvious why Eric should be worried. But maybe he should be worried about everyone at this table, especially him, Guillermo and Shells who was too busy dancing with Bob to know what they were talking about. Bradley sighs, leaning back on his seat to rub his eyes, “I don’t get it.” he begins, “This guy…the way Bea talked about him, it was like he didn’t care about her at all.”
“He didn’t.”
“Then why is he trying to talk to her?”
Both brothers share a look, Michael’s eyes turning back to Rooster with a grim smirk on his face, ‘Because he doesn’t think she could get someone better than him. Pretty boy who got everything handed to him can’t handle the idea that our sister is smart and deserving of a good guy like yourself.” he scoffs, falling back against his seat with his arms hanging by the sides, “Or get married. Or have a kid.”
“Or be loved as equally as she loves.” Leonardo adds with a quiet voice, rubbing his thumb on the edge of his glass, “He’s fucked up in the head,I’ll tell you that much.”
That’s an understatement.
Rooster holds his head upwards with his hand, narrowing his eyes as he looks to the side with his leg anxiously bouncing under the table, the heel of his shoe hitting the floor underneath in a repetitive pattern. He hated it, he was getting angry at it the more he thought about that man.
Man. That wasn’t a man, hell he had no idea what Eric could be considered to be, even animals have more respect towards others than he does.
But at least his brothers in law knew about his own worries, well, the two of them knew. He wasn’t sure if sharing this with Guillermo would be a good idea yet, if what his brothers told him was any hint of how he’d react…well, maybe he should wait until it was sure Eric was around.
He couldn’t help but look around a bit, trying to find a glimpse of Beatrice anywhere but without luck. He knew her and Guillermo had a lot to talk about, so he could just pay attention once he saw his brother-in-law’s huge frame and see Beatrice’s smaller size next to him.
Bradley tries to have a normal conversation with everyone else but something inside of him keeps tingling and saying that he should get ready to stand up at any second now. Something felt off and he couldn’t identify what it was. 
When Guillermo comes back he doesn’t have Beatrice with him. The oldest Schiavoni just juts his thumb towards the bathrooms, “She said she’ll be back soon.” he announces, walking towards his seat and sighing once he sat down. Rooster tried to play as if it was completely fine, but his eyes kept moving back to the only visible part of the doors were the threshold with the pumpkin lanterns hanging from it.
He taps his index finger against the table, the little pumpkin drink ignored on the table since it was Bea’s and he didn’t want to drink all of it - especially with how strong it was. And so he waited, checking every now and again to see if she left the bathroom but the amount of people inside the club doubled, now he couldn’t even see the top of the bathroom’s doors…and if he couldn’t see that, he couldn’t see Beatrice.
“I’m going to check on her.” he says in passing, standing to his feet with a hurry in each step that no one at the table would be able to stop him. He shouldered people gently, just enough to nudge them out of the way so he could reach the opposite side.
He squinted a bit, the bright purple,orange and green lights added to the dark surroundings were making it difficult for him to see clearly. He still had a few more steps to take, but he could see part of the bathroom’s doors from where he was.
He also checked his surroundings, knowing if Beatrice was nearby she’d immediately reach for him or call him. Since she wasn’t, he only assumed she remained in the bathroom.
But he wasn’t ready to see what was standing in front of the doors when he got closer.
At first he thought it was two women, with the other keeping her friend up because of the amount of drinks she had…but the closer he got, the more he couldn’t believe what was happening in front of him. It took him a while to identify that the woman there was Beatrice and the other person wasn’t a woman.
It was Eric.
And he was holding Beatrice’s wrist, trying to pull her back. It takes a while for Rooster to notice that yes, Eric is holding his wife by the wrist and yes, he’s trying to pull her to him. 
It’s strange, because suddenly there’s nothing else around him, there’s no sound, there’s nothing but the fact that Eric is holding Beatrice’s wrist and he’s clenching it. He could see the way the fingers dug on her soft skin and the way she complained about it, she hadn’t seen him yet, matter of fact neither of them did.
“Get your fuckin’ hands off my wife.” It comes out dark, dangerous, like a bear ready to attack. Eric barely has time to see the massive frame of Rooster until the pilot is clenching the other man’s hand and yanking it off Beatrice’s arm. He was seeing red, there was no way he’d be able to control himself.
“Roos-” she holds his shoulder, widening her eyes when her husband just grabs Eric by the collar and drags the shorter man away from the bathroom, “Oh God, Rooster! Bradley!” the music makes it easier for the other partygoers to ignore what’s going on, for all they know it was a group of friends and nothing more.
Beatrice tries to keep up with her husband’s long strides, rushing past their table and not being able to see her brothers - alongside everyone else in there - looking over. Nor she heard Guillermo’s deep voice ask ‘is that Eric?’
“Roos! Oh my God,Brad!” but he doesn’t stop, in fact he drags him to the parking lot, right where the blue corvette was and pushes him away from him. Eric twirls on his feet by the force, almost losing his balance but managing to stand upright only to glare at him. 
Rooster’s eyes were on fire, he’s licking his lower lip with his nostrils flaring, clenching and relaxing his hands, “Why were you touching my wife?”
“What?”
“Why.” one step closer, “Were you,” then two, “Touching.” another one, “My wife?” and they are face to chest, Rooster got Eric pinned against his own car, his stature was a great advantage before he could stare Eric down without any worries. 
Eric’s eyes flashed with fear, only for him to put on a fake bravado and smirk at him, “I’m touching no one’s wife.” and he immediately regrets it because Rooster steps forward again in such a quick movement that the other man flinches back and hits the car’s door with a loud metallic bang! before meeting those whisky colored eyes that only seemed to burn more and more with each second.
“I’m going to ask again,” Rooster says with his teeth gritted, “Why were you touching Beatrice?”
“Beatrice- what? She’s not your wife.”
Rooster’s fingers curled into a fist, his joints clicking when he does so, “She’s not?” he is laughing but his mouth doesn’t turn into a smile, it’s dry and raspy, like gravel on Eric’s skin, “So the ring on her finger, that’s just because she feels like it, huh?”
“Look man,I get it, I know this whole ordeal,” Eric tries, with a disbelieved smile, “I know this whole game you two have going on. It’s funny and all, but it lacks creativity.”
Rooster’s jaw clenches when he hears those words come out of Eric’s mouth, he feels Beatrice’s smaller hand touching his bicep, “Brad, please, don’t-” but Rooster doesn’t move, he stares Eric down like a hawk ready to eat the parasitic mammal that’s near it’s nest. “Brad,” she tries again,  touching his face, “Baby, please, don’t do this.”
“Baby? Damn, you must be paying him very w-”
“You have two seconds to shut the fuck up before I do it for you.” Rooster growls, “Do not direct your words towards her.”
Eric, either by stupidity or his ego - or both - just gives Rooster a look. He still didn’t seem to grasp that him and Beatrice were together - married with a child - because he couldn’t understand how someone like Bea could get someone better than himself. Eric tried to appear tough, but it was hard when your opponent was two heads taller than you and could easily crush you one handed.
Beatrice was glad that there was no one outside, glad that the parking lot was out of the security line of view but she still wanted Rooster to leave Eric. Not because she cared about her ex, but because she cared about her husband. If that dipshit touched Rooster she was going to lose her mind.
“Bea, what’s going on-” she clenches her eyes, the sound of footsteps and the obvious voice of no one other but Shells made this situation even more complicated, “Oh…fuck me. What is he doing here?!”
“Shells-”
“What’s that crazy bitch doing here?!”
“Hey!” Bob steps in front of Shells more to hold her back and defend her from the words Eric was spewing, “Do not call her that!”
Eric should admit when he was outnumbered, especially once he saw the three massive figures of her brothers approaching as well. The oldest one was especially staring at him, eyes wide and murder all over his face, “Oh for fuck’s sake, I’m going to-” he tries to leave but Rooster pushes him back against the car, he doesn’t slam him but that was enough for Eric to bristle, “Don’t fucking touch me,man.”
“Oh, you don’t like when I touch you but you can touch my wife?”
“She’s not your wife, you can stop the whole theatrics.”
“Dude,if you don’t stop your own theatrics-” that’s when Eric committed his biggest mistake, because Rooster leaned back to protect Beatrice when he moved forward but in that moment he, feebly attempted to hit Rooster.
Of course there was a fist to face contact and Rooster grunted over the sudden impact only to regain his focus and look back at Eric. Eric’s grin disappeared, the Napoleon complex was gone and there was nothing - not even Beatrice - holding Rooster back when he returned the punch.
But of course, while Beatrice’s punch to his nose hurt, the one on his eye and nose hurt even more. He barely had time to avoid the hit, one, two in quick succession, followed by Eric fumbling to the ground holding his face, “Alright!” Shells tossed her purse to Bob, “My turn!” only to be held back by her spectacled boyfriend.
“Rooster,” Beatrice tried to hold him by the waist, digging her feet on the floor - she didn’t know when she lost the heels - and interlocking her fingers on his stomach, “Rooster!Stop!” but Rooster just dragged her along as he followed Eric’s pathetic crawling.
It could be much worse, all things considered, he was still conscient.
Beatrice lost her grip when Rooster leaned down to pick Eric up, slamming him against the blue corvette as the other man tried to keep his one bruised eye open - already swollen and turned purple - “Look at me, look at me.” he was furious, “You are going to hear me and hear me well you dipshit. Beatrice is my wife, she’s my girl, she’s the mother of our daughter and you shouldn’t have touched her.”
“But there’s no-”
“Don’t you dare finish this sentence.” no one dared to interfere, not even her brothers, Leonardo even held Beatrice back “She is in a happy relationship,she’s loved, she’s cared for and she deserves the world. If you can’t understand how to fuckin’ treat a woman that’s on you-” Rooster jostles him a bit so his eyes go back to his, “That’s on you, but you fucking touched my wife, you touched my wife and you had no right to.”
“You don’t know w-who you are messing with.” Eric’s threat was empty and shaky, like not even he could believe those words, “My family is-”
“Your family kicked you out,shithead!” Shells laughs loudly, “They won’t help you out on this!”
Eric would never admit defeat but the way his eyes lowered with the recognition that, well, she was right only made him angrier, “Let me go!” he tries to claw his way out of Rooster’s grip, gasping when the taller pilot just lifts him off the ground, slamming his back on the car with more force, “Shit!”
“No.” comes the reply, “No, you aren’t leaving. You touched my girl…you shouldn’t have touched my girl.”
All Eric could do was gulp in response, “And as far as I know,” Rooster looks back to where her brothers and Shells were, Guillermo being the one closest to them, “I’m not the only one who has a beef with you.” if Eric was scared before, he looked ready to shit his pants when Guillermo’s huge body blocked the light above them, his presence in itself making this whole situation worse than before.
“I-I-”
“Oh,no, no you better be quiet pal.” Rooster smirks dangerously, his eyes glinting with a fire that would just burn Eric alive at any second, “Because we are resolving this now…you know I’m a bit hot headed sometimes and you know who calms me down?” the other man gulps, so Rooster nods to a worried looking Beatrice, “She does.” Beatrice could only watch with her hands against Leonardo’s arm, “But I hate to say it, it’s not working now.”
“Rooster-” she calls, “Please, don’t waste your time on him.”
But unfortunately, her husband couldn’t hear her, he was too focused on scaring the shit out of Eric, “He is already fucked,babe…after all, he assaulted a Navy officer.” he couldn’t hide how his smile widened at the pure horror on Eric’s face.
“You are lying.”
“Am I?”
Eric paled, trying to scurry away only for Rooster to slam him back against the car, their noses almost touching as he leaned closer, “I could fuckin’ break you.” he snarls, “Every single piece you consider yours would be gone…because you dared touch my wife. My girl. My gorgeous.” the fabric from Eric’s shirt squeaks against Rooster’s fists as he tightens his hold, “And because you can’t handle the fact she moved on…and she fuckin’ did. You are never going to contact her again.”
Eric gulped, looking from him to Guillermo and to the others behind them. He was stupid, because now he noticed how big everyone else was and how they had military esque haircuts. The other guy with a mustache was typing something on his phone, “I’m calling the cops, Rooster.” the mention of police was more than enough to leave Eric terrified.
“No!H-Hey, we can resolve this without the police. C-come on man, it was a misunderstanding!” he tries to break free but Rooster doesn’t budge, “Let me go man, let me go!” he didn’t know what he was thinking, perhaps it was stupid fight or flight instinct but he swung at Rooster again.
Feebly so.
And the pilot was not happy.
Because the third time his fist connected to Eric’s it went straight to his mouth. It was like a shotgun explosion, there was blood and spit spattered all over the car and Eric fell to the ground, “Rooster!” Beatrice finally broke free from Leonardo’s hold, rushing over to her husband and holding him back the best she could. Both of them could only watch as Eric coughed parts of his teeth alongside the red and pink dribble from his mouth. Beatrice was amazed for two reasons:
No one called the police yet with the exception of Payback.
And Rooster only punched Eric when he attacked first.
Beatrice could only hold Bradley’s arm as they look down at Eric trying to crawl away, only for Guillermo’s legs to stop him in his tracks, “Oh…fuck…”it sounded wet and the ‘f’ was whistled when he spoke. Guillermo just stood there, unmoving and unamused, staring him down.
It doesn’t take long for the police to show up, but the sounds from the party plus the sounds around the neighborhood made it possible that no one got out. Beatrice wondered if God was just saying that this ‘karma’ was theirs only. Eric,amazingly, tried to escape the cops but was easily subdued.
It wasn’t hard for the officers to figure out who was in the wrong in this.
Beatrice and Rooster watched as her ex is taken to the hospital, the female officer asking if she was okay or if Rooster needed medical attention. Both of them said they were fine and the female officer just smiled before walking away. Beatrice folds her arms over her bust as she watches the police car drive away, rubbing her tongue against her lower lip, “What did they say?” she wasn’t paying much attention with the adrenaline still pumping.
“He has a warrant.” he says, standing close to her with one hand on her back, “Apparently he’s been stealing a lot of money.”
“Sounds like something he’d do.” her husband just hums in agreement. Beatrice turns to look up at him seeing a tiny scab on his lower lip, “Oh,Roos. Your lip.”
He immediately touches the only bruise with his tongue, then with his fingers, to check for blood, “I’m fine.” but Beatrice just looked at him with her eyes glazed, making him tsk with a frown, “Gorgeous,I’m fine.”
“He hurt you.”
“This is barely a scratch.”
She almost laughed at the Monty Python reference, but she just looked at him with so much worry and love…and maybe all of the several emotions running through her. She lifts her hands to cup his face, “Let me see-” his eyes drop to the perfect red imprint of Eric’s fingers against her wrist, something she had told the police officer about but…hadn’t noticed until now. 
“...he hurt you.”
“I-It’s not hurting.” she says, but he just gently cradles her hand in his own larger ones, “I swear it’s not.”
“Bea.”
“I promise.”
But neither of them could admit that what happened wasn’t traumatic. Rooster sighed, wrapping his arms around Beatrice and bringing her to his chest, so he could drop a kiss to her head just as she tightened her hold around his waist.
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Galactica, Chapter 78 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica
A/N: Fun fact! This story is now over 300k words. Haha. Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫
Previously: Courtney wanted a more reciprocal relationship, and Violet got a lovely invite from Bob.
This Chapter: Courtney tries something new, Gigi attempts to share some history, and Violet and Sutan head to Bob’s show.
***
Courtney strolled along the beach, sandals in hand, breathing in the salty sea air. She was in no rush to get back since she hadn’t heard from Bianca, which meant she would likely still be working. She’d had to rush out of their spa appointment when a slew of emails had come in from her team at Marie Claire, but not before insisting that Courtney stay and enjoy herself, even instructing the concierge to add whatever services she wanted.
It was clear that she was stressed and aggravated, and even though she’d been there for the hot stone massages, Courtney felt bad that she’d missed out on everything else. But she appreciated how much effort Bianca had made to assure Courtney that she should still relax and have a good day.
So of course, it would have been better if Bianca was there, but Courtney had still managed to appreciate and even relish her day of pampering (how could she not?), now walking along feeling calm and peaceful, every inch of her skin buttery soft from being rubbed and scrubbed and moisturized.
She paused, looking out at the water, admiring the rosy golden light of the setting sun, which was absolutely perfect for a selfie session.
All things considered, Courtney felt like she’d been extremely restrained where social media was concerned for this entire vacation so far. After all, she didn’t want to seem like she was rubbing her good fortune in people’s faces. But this evening, the light was just too good to resist.
She ended up with a whole batch of pictures, a bunch of selfies and also some amazing photos of the view. She slipped her phone back into her brand new Chloe handbag, figuring that she’d worry about what to post later.
When she finally made it back to the villas where they were staying, she swiped her key card to unlock the gate and then climbed the stairs to their suite, glancing through the window to see that Bianca was clearly still working. She stripped off her clothes and then lay out on one of the lounge chairs, catching the last bit of sunshine, determined to go back to New York with a killer tan.
***
Bianca cracked her neck, trying her best to stretch, the tension that had been pounded out of her muscles by the massage therapist just that morning already returning. She took a breath and shut her laptop, finally done for now. One of the advertisers that they’d intended to feature prominently in her presentation to the board--a brand they’d worked closely with for years--had just announced a bankruptcy. The team was in utter panic, so first she had to play Mommy and calm everybody down, then she had to work with them to figure out Plan B, C and D.
Finally, her role was done and everyone could move forward.
It had been exhausting, but on the bright side, now she could truly appreciate the rest of her night. She drained the glass of coquito beside her laptop, then turned to pour a new one, immediately seeing that Courtney had returned, her clothes in a pile on one of the lounge chairs on the terrace. She must have intentionally stayed outside so that she didn’t disturb Bianca’s work. And though Bianca probably would have welcomed the distraction, she appreciated how considerate it was.
She stood up, quickly pouring a second glass and taking them both outside.
Courtney was in the hot tub, looking out at the ocean, bare skin glowing under the already bright evening moon. Her clothes, including her swimsuit, were strewn on the ground.
“Well, hey there…”
“Hiiii…” Courtney turned around, tits on full display, giggling a little as Bianca leered at her.
“Want a drink?” Bianca held out the glass, and Courtney waded over to her to take it.
“Thank you. Is everything okay at work?”
“Yeah, it’ll be fine.” Bianca sank down by the edge of the hot tub, pulling her caftan up around her thighs so that the silk didn’t get into the chlorinated water. She took a long sip of her drink, enjoying the sweetness on her tongue and the way it burned down her throat.
“Wanna come in?” Courtney asked, lashes fluttering. She set her drink down on the edge of the hot tub.
“The view’s better from up here,” Bianca told her, and Courtney laughed, paddling slightly to make herself float. She watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, eyes raking over her body, the way her nipples tightened from the cool evening breeze, the way the water glistened on her long, slender legs. The way her hair spread out in the water, illuminated from the lights in the hot tub, almost like a halo.
It had begun to rain softly, the patter sounding on the awning above them, and the sound lulled Bianca into an almost hypnotized state as she watched Courtney in the water.
Maybe she was tired...or maybe the alcohol was stronger than she thought, but either way her defenses must have been severely lowered, because before she knew it, one of her hands had made its way between her thighs, fingers stroking herself absentmindedly through her bathing suit.
Courtney noticed before she did, a naughty smile spreading across her face as she rose up out of the water and made her way towards Bianca slowly. Bianca set down her own glass next to Courtney’s, just as her palms, warm from the water, were placed on her knees, pushing them apart.
Bianca smiled, taking Courtney’s face in her hands, gazing at her for a few moments before going in for a kiss, soft and deep. She pulled her in, no longer caring about the effect of chlorine on silk, just wanting her close, wanting to feel her body, the pounding of their hearts in sync.
Courtney’s fingers were sliding up her thighs, toying with the edge of her caftan, and Bianca lifted her arms, allowing her to pull the garment up over her head and toss it aside. There was a hungry look in her eyes as she then tugged Bianca’s swimsuit down.
“Come closer,” Courtney murmured, fingers digging into her waist, pulling her towards the edge of the hot tub. Her mouth traveled down Bianca’s body, sucking wet kisses along her neck and collarbone, swirling a tongue around each of her nipples, hot and soft and wet and exactly what Bianca wanted, making her arch forward, hands now gripping the edge of the hot tub.
When she lowered herself back into the water and began to nibble up her thighs, Bianca almost told her to stop. It was on the tip of her tongue--the request to switch gears. The desire to seize control back. After all, this wasn’t what she did. The last time she’d been in this position was so long ago, she didn’t even remember it. But then, almost as if sensing this shift, Courtney looked up at her.
Her green eyes glimmered in the moonlight. Questioning.
“Is this okay?” she whispered.
And instead of saying no, instead of reaching down to turn the tables, press her up against the tile wall of the hot tub and make her moan until she lost her voice, instead of doing any of that, Bianca found herself nodding. Lifting her hips to allow Courtney to pull her bathing suit the rest of the way off, scooting closer to the edge to give her easier access. When Courtney snatched a cushion off the nearest lounge chair and placed it behind her lower back, Bianca’s thighs parted almost of their own accord.
“Tell me what you want,” Courtney said, trailing her lips so lightly up Bianca’s inner thighs that she shivered.
It had been a long time, so long, since Bianca had been touched in this way by someone else, and she found her heart racing in anticipation. Bianca buried her hands into Courtney’s wet hair to guide her gently, saying only, “Here.”
“Mmmm…” The sound against her sent a wave of pleasure down Bianca’s spine and she let out a soft gasp, unprepared for how quickly Courtney’s tongue found her clit.
She was slow, and careful, almost reverent as she swirled a tongue over her, and Bianca’s fingers tightened in her hair. Something in her always had fought this: the unraveling, the letting go. But when Courtney tilted her head up, the look in her eyes was pure love, pure devotion, and Bianca’s grip loosened a little, one hand moving to caress her cheek.
“I love you so much, B,” Courtney said, letting Bianca run a thumb over her lips before getting back to business, brushing kisses over her.
“I love you too, angel, I-oh!” Bianca gasped again as Courtney sucked on her clit, hard, arms wrapped around her quivering thighs. “Jesus christ…”
Bianca let her head drop backwards, no longer fighting the moans that rose up from her chest. The only words she could manage were urgent commands: higher, harder, then fuck, yes, tipping over with one final moan, her whole body shuddering.
For a neophyte, Courtney’s stamina was impressive, keeping at it as Bianca’s moans turned to whimpers, easing up on the pressure, tongue going soft.
“Come here,” she finally said, taking Bianca’s hands and pulling her into the warm water, making sure that her head was resting comfortably against the side of the hot tub. She kissed Bianca’s eyelids, the corner of her mouth.
“Shit.” Bianca rubbed her eyes with one hand, the other still tangled in Courtney’s hair.
“Did you like that?” Courtney asked, the self-satisfied look on her face contradicting the innocence of her words, as if she already knew the answer.
Bianca rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Yes...but you don’t have to look so smug about it.” She tried to keep a straight face, but seconds later broke out into a grin, dimples deep in her cheeks, pulling Courtney closer until she was straddling her on the bench.
Courtney laughed, pressing another kiss to her cheek before wrapping her arms tight around her neck, cuddling against her.
*
COURTNEY: You’re gonna be so proud of me
ADORE: Oh yah?
COURTNEY: I ate pussy
ADORE: LOL! I’m super proud and a little disgusted
ADORE: Were you any good at it?
COURTNEY: Ask B ;)
*
ADORE: Heard bae went downtown.
BIANCA: STAY OUT OF MY SEX LIFE ADORE
ADORE: DON’T FUCK MY FRIENDS BIANCA
BIANCA: OK FAIR POINT
ADORE: lol THANKS
BIANCA: You’re not actually mad about that, right?
ADORE: Only if she’s like...the first of many
BIANCA: UNLIKELY. I’ve seen your other friends.
ADORE: Rude
BIANCA: LOL
ADORE: So...how are things going? You having fun?
BIANCA: YUP
ADORE: You’re not gonna give me any juicy details are you?
BIANCA: NOPE
***
“Hey!” Gigi tapped her computer screen, Symone’s eyes widening on her little face. “Pay attention.”
“I am,” Symone giggled, “Promise.”
Gigi smiled, laying back down on her stomach, her blanket over her as the movie continued. Symone had texted that she missed their movie nights, and while it had been a bit of a hassle to make it work with the time difference, Gigi had jumped on the chance to watch a movie together online--even if they’d be seeing each other in person again in just a few days.
“Who’s that again?”
“Heather Duke.” Gigi watched Symone’s face, the movie so familiar to her she barely had to pay attention.
It was her suggestion that they watch Heathers, Symone agreeing instantly when she had described it as ‘Mean Girls from the 80’s.’ She supposed, though, that she should have prepared her for how much darker it was than Mean Girls, since she didn’t laugh nearly as loud as Gigi at “fuck me gently with a chain saw” and seemed visibly disturbed when the first murder occured. On screen, Shannen Doherty was praying over her friend’s coffin.
“I prayed for the death of Heather Chandler many times and I felt bad everytime I did it but I kept doing it anyway. Now I know you understood everything. Praise Jesus, Hallelujah.”
Gigi giggled, the prayer always one of her favorite parts.
“Oh my god, how can you laugh at that? You’re such a psycho, this movie is fucking bananas!” Symone exclaimed.
“It’s iconic!”
“Whatever, and that green bitch is cray.”
“‘That green bitch’ is Brenda Walsh, have some respect.”
“I don’t know any of these people, I wasn’t alive in the 80s.”
“Brenda Walsh isn’t 80’s! She’s 90’s!” Gigi hadn’t considered that there were moms who weren’t completely obsessed with pop culture, her mom telling her on more than one occasion that no daughter of hers should be unaware of the defining moments of fashion history, their relevance no less important just because it hadn’t happened on a runway. “You know, 90210, Beverly Hills 90210?”
“I'm not going to know it more because you keep repeating it.” Symone threw some of her hair over her shoulder, a smirk on her face. “I was like 3 in the 90s.”
“Oh my god,” Gigi grinned, throwing a handful of popcorn at the screen. “Me too!”
It was the Skinny Pop, and it didn’t taste as nice as real popcorn, but her mom had still bought it when Gigi asked, since going back to New York with a bunch of holiday weight wouldn’t help her get Fashion Week bookings.
“We’re the same age,” Gigi added.
“I know,” Symone smiled, running her fingers through her hair, “But you’re like, super weird.”
Gigi blushed, Symone’s tone so filled with affection it couldn’t be anything less than a compliment.
“I do like how the Heathers are all color coordinated.”
“You know,” Gigi pushed up on her elbows, an idea taking form in her head. “If I asked my mom, she’d totally make their outfits for us. We could do a photoshoot, not a fashion one, but like, for Instagram or something.”
“Oh my god yes!” Symone’s eyes widened, and Gigi felt warm delight spread in her limbs. “Can I be the yellow one?”
“Sure,” Gigi nodded, biting her lip at the thought of how good Symone would look in yellow as Heather McNamara before turning to the more important issue of the rest of the casting for their photo shoot. “I’ll be Duke, obviously, because green is my color, but we’d need someone to be Chandler.”
“And who’s-”
“The red one.” Gigi grinned, Symone so cute with how stupid she was sometimes though she’d never tell her, “and it’d be so cool if we had a Veronica.”
“You know, Naomi looks good in red, and I think Bimini could be talked into being Veronica.”
“Yes!” Gigi’s eyes widened, the entire shoot taking form in her mind, the movie forgotten for now. “You text, and I’ll go ask my mom!”
“What about the-”
Gigi didn’t hear the rest of Symone’s comment, already sprinting out the door and towards the stairs to find her mother.
***
“Violet! Hey girl!”
Violet smiled as Maxwell waved, making his way through the crowd to give her a hug.
The club was already filled with people, the drag show starting at 11. The club was rather dark, with red lights and a beautiful mosaic wall behind the bar, clutches of black painted steel chairs spread out, the dance floor open on the other side of the big open space, packed with people, thumping house music playing through the speakers.
“Bob is so psyched that you’re coming. And so are the girls,” Maxwell gestured to a table, where Blu and Kiara sat, looking dressed to impress. “Go have a seat, I’m gonna grab some shots for the group.”
“Oh, that’s okay, I don’t need-” Violet began, but Maxwell had already slipped away, leaning across the bar. She shrugged and headed towards the girls, who jumped up to say hello, kissing her cheeks, exclaiming over how cute her dress was.
Violet took a seat at the table, careful not to knock over any of the empty glasses, the surface thankfully not sticky as she put her YSL on the table.
“Well, the diva is ready, and she looks fucking fierce tonight!” said a light voice, and Violet turned to see a very pretty young man with sharp cheekbones and black hair, wearing a military jacket.
“I can’t wait to see what she looks like,” Blu squealed. “Violet, have you met Kade?”
“Um, no. Hi.”
“Definitely not, I’d have remembered you. You’re like, super gorge!” Kade grinned, his eyes gliding over Violet’s face.
“Oh, um. Thanks.” Violet couldn’t help but smile, the compliment said with complete sincerity. Kade continued looking at her, and Violet tilted her head.
“Whoops.” Kade chuckled, breaking his gaze. “Sorry, I’m so awkward, I know.” He held his hands up in front of him, before holding one out to shake. “I’m Kade. Bob’s boyfriend.”
Bob’s boyfriend? As Violet took his hand, her eyes darted unconsciously towards the bar, realizing with a mild panic that Maxwell was heading towards them with a tray of shots.
“Right. No, his other boyfriend, cutie,” Kade laughed, sitting down next to Blu. “Max, can you back me up, please?”
“Yeah, don’t worry. Everything’s kosher,” Maxwell said with a grin, setting the drinks down and taking a seat.
Violet let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t know that Bob had two boyfriends, but once she thought about it some more, it made sense, Bob one of the chattiest and personable people she had ever met.
“So you’re a designer, right?” Kade asked.
“Yeah. What do you do?”
“I’m a makeup artist,” he said, holding up his hand. Violet looked closer, noticing the smudges of makeup, the dark tones standing out against his skin, the colors clearly matching Bob.
“Kade is also a fierce drag queen.” Kiara threw her hair over her shoulder. “You should check out his insta, he’s like...amaaazing,” Kiara smiled, taking a long sip of her drink, the red fuzzy sweater she was wearing somehow so chic even though it shouldn’t be.
“Oh.”
“Omigod, you’re hilarious,” Kade said, giggling, turning to Maxwell. “I love her.”
“Yeah, we like her too,” Maxwell said. “Hey, weren’t you gonna bring your man? Is he still coming?”
“Jackets,” she explained. Sutan had taken hers as soon as they arrived, as well as his own winter goat. “I’m sure he’ll be here-”
“Any minute?” Sutan grinned as he swept in, putting an arm around the back of Violet’s chair, the man apparently taking a detour for the bar as cocktails for both of them had appeared. “Hello Maxwell.” Sutan held a hand out, shaking it. “And you three are?”
Blu giggled, and Violet couldn’t hide a smile as Sutan introduced himself and shook hands, a sense of satisfaction washing over her, Kade reintroducing himself.
In honesty, she had been a bit worried about whether or not Sutan was going to come when she had invited him. It hadn’t been her intention, but so far in the relationship, he had called a lot of the shots about what parties they went to, where they would eat, about who they saw.
It wasn’t because Violet didn’t have opinions; she simply went out a lot less than he did. Club nights with Pearl and visits to whatever art exhibition or fashion event that caught her fancy were the extent of what she used to do. Being a student or under Fame’s thumb left her with very little free time on her hands.
When she had presented the idea of going to Bob’s show, Sutan had jumped on it immediately though, and he had even dressed up. His clothes for the night a tight fitting black Prada shirt, black pants and a vintage Gucci leather jacket completing the look.
“Violet!” Violet was pulled out of her thoughts as Blu put a shot with bright green liquid down in front of her, everyone else already holding one, even Sutan who had a cocktail in his other hand. “Shot!”
“Umh,” Violet picked the shot up, “I really shouldn’t-”
“Afraid you can’t keep up?” Kiara raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her lips.
“I can hold my liquor,” Violet smiled back, realizing that no one at the table had ever seen her truly party, that honor only bestowed upon Pearl, “but I have the crutches-”
“Girl please!” Blu laughed, “We’re sitting down and your boyfriend is here!”
Sutan raised his glass, a delighted twinkle in his eyes even as he didn’t say anything.
“Believe me,” Blu leaned forward, “Being drunk is the only way to get through Bob’s show!”
“Blu!” Maxwell swatted her arm, making the table laugh.
“I only speak the truth!” Blu grinned, sitting back down in her seat. “Now come on, Chachki. For Bob.”
“For Bob,” Violet reached her shot, clinking it with Kade before they all downed the first round, the alcohol burning and sickly sweet. She put it down with a grimace, Sutan laughing but he held her cocktail up so she could take a sip.
“So,” Violet felt Sutan’s hand sneak around the back of her chair. “Is this a 5 or a 10 dollar tip kind of show?” Sutan smiled, looking around the table. “I’m hoping the bartender will break up my bills.”
“I think Bob would die if you handed him 10,” said Maxwell, and Kade burst out laughing.
“Toootally,” he added, grinning. It was fun to see Kade and Maxwell interact. They were clearly friendly, but it didn’t seem like they were dating too, which seemed a little confusing to Violet.
“Definitely,” Kiara nodded. “He’s usually much more of a dollar queen.”
“Hey!” Maxwell gasped, faux outrage on his face, and Violet giggled.
“I’ll get a little bit of everything.” Sutan smirked, standing back up. “Anyone want another drink? Blu? You’re almost out.”
“Really?” Blu grinned, twisting a strand of her orange hair around her finger as everyone gave off their drink orders, Sutan writing it down on his phone.
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Maxwell hated to admit that he was crushing on his coworker’s boyfriend, but it was impossible not to.
Sutan was stupidly attractive and it didn’t help that he had come back with a tray of drinks and shots--the man even considerate enough to get everyone water bottles too. He had always found Sutan interesting, Bob always teasing him with how closely he had followed his career, but there was a difference between seeing someone you admired in the style pages from Fashion Week, or even at a distance at photo shoots at work, and then having actual interactions and conversations.
Now, Sutan was sitting next to Violet, his arm once again slung around the back of her chair, his fingers toying with the curled ends of her ponytail as he listened to Kiara tell a story.
Violet’s outfit of the night was a lilac dress with balloon sleeves that sat tight in the waist and ended just above her knees, her nails painted in a French manicure with flecks of silver that matched her jewelry, her lips a pale pink.
She was objectively stunning, and they suited each other, Violet and Sutan, Sutan and Violet, fashion couple extraordinaire.
Bob had never minded that Maxwell had crushes, their relationship open from the very start, though it was rarely - if ever - Maxwell who acted on it. Thankfully, Bob had amazing taste in boyfriends, and while Maxwell didn’t want to kiss Kade, he was a good friend who he enjoyed spending time with whenever it made sense.
It would be a sour feeling, the unrequited crush on Sutan, if it wasn’t for how happy and content Violet looked, her expression relaxed in a way he only ever caught glimpses of at work.
Maxwell felt more than heard his phone vibrate, and he reached into his pocket to fish it out, a message and a picture from Bob only just ticking in. Maxwell had sent him a break a leg text about an hour ago, even though he knew Bob didn’t need it, his boyfriend magic on a stage, the limelight where Bob truly belonged, so he hadn’t expected a reply.
Maxwell smiled, his heart aching a little with how much he loved him. He tipped the screen, wanting to show Kade the picture of Bob since he was the one who had done his makeup for the night, but he was cut off as the atmosphere of the club changed.
“Yaaaas!” Kade twisted in his chair, the music changing as the lights focused on the stage. “Omigod, brace yourselves!”
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2020 Fanfiction Round-Up
I do one of these every year! And have since I think 2016. Can’t break a tradition even if it’s been a clusterfuck of a time and filling this out was in some ways an exercise in remembering the ways I have failed myself as a writer this year. 
But oh well!
Total Year-Long Wordcount: I’ll post the final final number tonight after I finish the writing I want to do this afternoon (and plan to do this afternoon), but it’s currently 451,803 words written this year. Guessing I’m going to land somewhere around 453,000ish. (AO3 claims a higher number than that but that’s because it is counting the entirety of fics where I posted chapters this year.
This year I wrote and posted: I wrote a fair number more than I posted (there are five fics finished but for various reasons unposted on my hard drive) but based on Tumblr I posted 78 posts in my fic tag, which, not including chapter specific updates and three sentence meme answers (but including at least two Tumblr-only longer fics), probably comes out to about 60 or so “full length” fics that saw the light of day in 2020.
Overall Thoughts
Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted? 
Well, I wrote more than I did last year, which is sort of a surprise to me (all things considered) but also maybe not, because I was doing a lot less of most other things that could’ve been occupying my time, including two hours daily of commuting. 
But still less than I did in 2018. Which is fine.
What’s your own favorite story of the year? 
Lord, I don’t know. It depends on when you ask me. Lately I’ve been in a bit of a “I hate everything I’ve written ever” state of mind, so that makes it sort of hard to do any kind of...reasonable assessment. 
I know I’m proud of With Absolute Splendor but I have all these reservations about it and I can’t reread it for the most part because I always notice new things I wish I’d done differently. I feel pretty good about efforts in a common cause but something about it still makes me cringe, which I suspect has to do with my general self-consciousness. I have a hard time feeling unreservedly proud about...anything I wrote this year, really. 
I feel like the closest I get is maybe nor autumn falter which I am pretty pleased with and also which does hurt me a lot personally. Or I did end up overall pretty pleased with what came out of By Proxy.
But also the more I look at this question the more I start hating all my own work, so...guess this is kind of coming at a bad time.
Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?
I mean, I started writing in my first non-English fandom in many years, and specifically one where I was trying to engage more with the cultural background of the setting (in a way I wasn’t with, say, Death Note, when I was writing Death Note fic). So that was a risk. And I learned that it’s very stressful and there’s so many ways to make mistakes and I am, in many ways, a coward. But also I think I’ve learned a fair amount thanks to a lot of very patient people on the internet, so...there’s that.
Otherwise...I mean, I got ambitious with a few projects this year (the Big Bang fic and With Absolute Splendor stand out), but I’m not sure how much I really tried new things. 
I feel like I had to fight myself a little on writing straight up bad sex for By Proxy - I planned on it being hot, and it really wasn’t. It was mostly just miserable. Which made for a better fic, but was a new experience for me as far as ‘I thought I was going to write porn and that isn’t what I wrote.’
From my past year of writing, what was….
My most popular story of this year: 
By far, With Absolute Splendor. In fact, it has now become my second most kudosed fic of all time, behind only fuckin Life in Reverse. So like. That’s a thing.
(It is still less than half as many as Life in Reverse, but for context Life in Reverse has been around for going on eight years.)
Most fun story to write: 
Most fics where I feel like “I’m having so much fun writing this!” also go through a “oh god I hate this it’s terrible” phase which makes this sort of hard to assess. But I did have overall a lot of fun writing Mutual Friends despite all my frustration with the canon-wrangling I had to do to make it work in my head. 
But also I feel like both Retributive Justice and Embedded were in different ways deeply iddy fics that were just fun to write. That actually goes for a lot of the Whumptober fics. That was a very self-indulgent month. Excited to do it again in February (hopefully, if I can write things in a timely manner at all).
Story with the single sexiest moment: 
I feel like the beauty of your repair might be my personal favorite smut I posted this year, but I think my personal favorite that I wrote is in the big bang fic nobody will see until January. 
I feel like most of the sexiest moments I’ve written this year are in the porn fics I’m going to start posting in January also. But just generally I feel like the beauty of your repair is the sexiest thing I wrote and posted.
Most “Holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story: 
I mean, I Come With Knives is definitely up there. It’s not that wrong or anything, but it got pretty intense in some ways I wasn’t expecting. Mostly in how much blood got involved, which was actually more than I’d had it involved in a sex thing before! Kind of surprises me that I haven’t previously done more with bloodplay stuff but. Well. First time for everything!
I don’t think this was a year that really had any “wow, what the fuck, Lise” things in it. Nothing on the level of last year’s winner. I’m almost disappointed in myself.
Abattoir was definitely the story that generated the weirdest conversation and creepiest search questions, though, so it does get points for that. 
Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: 
I feel like the writing of everyone else is spring bound was a lot of...me thinking through my Jiang Cheng feelings and specifically my Jiang Cheng post-canon feelings. 
the martyr, the victim was pretty formative in shaping how I think about both Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji and their relationship with each other. It was the first fic I wrote that really dug into them in any way, I think, and definitely one that informed how I thought about writing Lan Xichen later.
Hardest story to write: 
I was thinking it was the one that I haven’t posted yet but I did technically finish, aka my Big Bang fic, the terrible threesome fic, the massive “I’m gonna keep everyone in the Yi City arc alive” AU that I started shortly after finishing The Untamed and finished in December. So I spent most of the year writing it.
But then I was like - no, I’m going to have to go with we live until we die even though it’s technically been ‘in progress’ for five years and really kicked into gear in 2019 and I just finished it and posted it this year, because that fic was like. The culmination of a big arc in an enormous verse dealing with a whole lot of balls in the air and trying to tie up a whole lot of threads. It was ambitious and the stakes were high and it was full of plot and action which are not two of my strengths...frankly I’m still amazed I pulled the damn thing off.
Biggest Disappointment: 
I think it is better if I refrain from going too in depth on this because it would just end up as me listing a bunch of my perceived failings. But I think off the top of my head I’m frustrated by the fact that I still haven’t really managed to write a XueXiao smut fic that quite hits the spot for me, myself. I’ve written two and for various reasons I don’t really like either of them. 
Biggest Surprise: 
The fact that my Jiang Cheng fic took off the way it did. Legitimately did not see that coming! At all! I mean, I’m delighted by it but it wasn’t what I saw happening as far as “niche I’d find in this fandom” or “thing I’d write that people would really enjoy reading.”
Particularly with By Proxy. That fic got a lot more attention than I would’ve expected. 
Most Unintentionally Telling Story: 
I feel like every fic I write with Xue Yang in it tells you something about me and most of those things are things that make me, on some level, deeply self-conscious, but I try not to think about that too much.  
I feel like the most telling story is maybe we all drift sometimes because I literally wrote it out of a depressive episode about a bad brain day but that wasn’t unintentional.
Favorite Opening Line(s):
1. So it turned out that if you touched the tendons of a dead person’s wrist and channeled a little bit of spiritual energy just right, it made the fingers twitch and curl like they were still alive. (Abattoir)
2. Here’s the thing: your Daozhang is glorious when he kills. (tear out all your tenderness)
3. Turned out that a sect leader’s head came off like anyone else’s. (Unnatural Selection)
4. The first hint that anything had gone awry was the letter from Lan Wangji (His Excellency Hanguang-jun, pardon me) that simply said have you heard from Wei Ying? (some good mistakes)
5. What Jiang Cheng wanted to do, more than anything, was to go home and take a nap. (everyone else is spring bound)
Favorite Line(s) from Anywhere:
I usually keep this to 10 but because I’ve been in such a :| place about my own writing I indulged myself this once.
1. Sometimes it felt like all he had done since descending the mountain was shatter his own dreams and accumulate regrets. (nor autumn falter)
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2. It felt like she was holding all the components of a bomb in her hands, half assembled. If she moved the right way they would stay just that: components. But if she moved the wrong way… (til my judgment day)
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3. He should have killed him. Should have been the one to strike that blow, in revenge for Jin Zixuan and their sister and everyone else dead for Wei Wuxian’s pride. Maybe then there would not be this gnawing, aching thing embedded in his chest; this itching, unfinished feeling. Maybe then he would not feel torn in two, sometimes like he should have reached out with his other hand and sometimes like he should have struck truer and sometimes both, in the same moment. (Interstitial)
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4. He owed Wei Wuxian more than he could ever give back in this lifetime. Forgiving him felt like betraying his sister’s memory. Not forgiving him felt like trying to walk with a thorn in his foot. He was just - stuck, caught like a demon in a spiritual net.
Jiang Cheng thought of the way Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji, with warmth and trust and love, and the aching, sick jealousy he had no right to feel returned. He felt a little like a child watching someone pick up a toy he’d abandoned and suddenly realizing that he wanted it back. (everyone else is spring bound)
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5. You close your eyes and think about how he looked back in that town, Shuanghua slicing clean through a man’s neck, opening it to the spine, and think dizzily that he could open you like that and it’d be good, as long as it lasted. (tear out all your tenderness)
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6. When Wangji loved, he loved with his whole being, without reserve. And now he had been placed between the rock of his convictions and the hard place of his devotion to Wei Wuxian. (the martyr, the victim)
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7. He spent a week turning the idea over in his head. Studying it like a corpse he was going to dissect, poking at it, cutting it open and examining its insides. (dead reckoning)
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8. When the world hurt you, that was the only thing to do, after all. Hurt it back, harder, worse. Spill rivers of blood for every drop it squeezed from you.
And when the end came, never go quietly. (the blood in your mouth)
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9. I would stand with you through the end of the world, said Loki’s voice in his head, and Steve’s heart wasn’t in his chest anymore, was somewhere off on another planet where Loki was lying dead in a ruined city. (we live until we die)
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10. Was it always going to be like this? Stumbling into traps, tripping over familiar skeletons, slicing himself open on the edges of old hurts. Was there really such a thing as leaving the past behind? He still felt stuck in it, unable to move, and every time he thought he might be finally dragging himself free something pulled him back. (With Absolute Splendor)
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11. His chest was full of poison. His throat was full of grief. And he was still a little drunk.
Jiang Cheng went to his room, sat down on his bed, put his face in his hands, and cried until he couldn’t breathe. (By Proxy)
Top 5 Scenes from Anywhere You Would Choose to Have Illustrated:
I think the scene from nor autumn falter of Xiao Xingchen just crying his heart out over Xue Yang’s dead body would be up there.
The Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian hug from the end of With Absolute Splendor.
Okay, just gonna say it: Xue Yang and Jin Guangyao having sex by the table with Nie Mingjue’s headless corpse on it. So sue me.
The scene in the blood in your mouth where Song Lan has stabbed Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen is following the line of Fuxue to the latter. I have a very clear visual of it in my head and if I could art I’d art it.
Xue Yang with the hallucinatory Xiao Xingchen from liberate spirits, liberate souls.
Fic-writing goals for 2021:
Finish Walking Far From Home.
Maybe I’ll finish some of these MCU WIPs? I’d kind of like to, on an abstract level if nothing else.
Become a more well-adjusted human being about the relationship between my productivity and my self-worth.
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Hereditary Loyalty
Fandom: Pandora Hearts
Summary: Do demon’s reside in the left hand after all? If so, Gilbert’s in need of an exorcism. || Exploring some of Gilbert’s internal monologue in Retrace: LXXVII/Chapter 78, and how current events relate to Break’s warning earlier in the series.
Notes:  Okay so apparently I totally forgot to post my phmonth fics over here on this blog?? 🤦🏼‍♀️
This was written for @phmonth2021​‘s prompt for Golden Trio week, Day 2: Obsession. 
I’ve always wanted to explore what Break said about his loyalty being an obsession at this point, so that’s what this prompt made me think of.
I'll put links to this fic on Ao3 and FF.net in a reblog!
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Your comments and reblogs mean the absolute world to me! Especially for less-well known series like this one! So I’d really appreciate if you’d leave me one!!
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As Gilbert lay, half asleep on the bed, the sound of a bullet ricocheted off the walls of his mind. It echoed, growling louder, gaining momentum, as it traveled back and forth.
“I’ve always wanted to ask you this…How can you be so devoted to your master? That loyalty of yours…No, should I call it your obsession? Saying it’s whole hearted might sound pleasant to the ears, but the way I see it, it’s simply abnormal.”
“Believe whatever you want. Regardless of what you say I—!”
“Let me give you a word of advice. A loyalty that holds fast will become a blade…and will someday pierce those you hold dear. Open both eyes wide. That is, if you don’t want to end up like me.”
Those cursed words. The whispers of the bullet on its merry go round.
He’d taken them as an insult, then. Told himself Break wasn’t completely sane, after all. His devotion was indeed wholehearted, pure, and he wasn’t going to lose anything else.
They were a warning. A prayer for his well being. Not some misunderstanding or otherwise creepy proclamation. Break was too sane for any of their good.
Gilbert understood now. And he hated himself for understanding. Hated Break for being right. Hated himself for not listening. Hated Break for giving him something to not listen to. Hated the truth most of all, for just how nightmarish it was. All this had no right being real.
The gunshot rebounded again, and he dug his nails into his palm. His left palm. Always the left. Always the pain. Always the truth. The horrible memory. Though it would have been true without the memory.
Do the demons reside in the left hand after all?
He’d fired many bullets in his lifetime. Too many, perhaps. Some at targets. Some at Chains. Some at people. Some at the Baskervilles, who were somewhere in between. And he wasn’t always sure the decision to fire was right.
But those shots—even those situations a bit too ambiguous to be sure—didn’t echo for longer than a night.
This one. This one he knew would echo throughout his whole life if he wasn’t careful, or was simply a little too careless.
But there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing at all. He was bound and broken to Glen Baskerville, because that’s what he was: a Baskerville. Etched into his name, the fabric of his flesh, his being. So here he was, spending the night on the dark side.
Not Oz. No. Never. Never. Never Oz.
“Shoot him.”
His left palm was bleeding now.
His Master. His best friend. His dear light. He’d swallow and bathe in dark if only for a sliver of light. He’d never, never, never hurt his precious—
“A loyalty that holds fast will become a blade…and will someday pierce those you hold dear.”
Oh but it wasn’t a blade, was it? It was a bullet. There is a difference, yes. Blades are quiet. Far less risk of tainted memory.
Loyalty. But it wasn’t his loyalty to Oz that became the bullet, it was that towards Glen.
“Is the one you need really Oz Vessalius?”
Damn him. Damn him for trying to help. Damn Gilbert himself for thinking him nothing but a useless clown.
How can I know if I’m not with him?
He loved Glen, once. Looked up to him. Idolized him. Cut and polished as his successor, his copy. And, once upon a time, he didn’t mind.
This loyalty was more than pure and blind devotion. He knew that now. It was something far more deeply ingrained. Something that branded and stained, and may just maim. He loved Glen from the start, yes. He was kind. A good king. Even as a child Gilbert could tell that.
But at some point he couldn’t tell what was his true feelings, and what was the magic curving its way inside him like puppet strings.
Where was the oath written again?
No prince should be permitted to disobey his king, after all. Even those whose relation was bloodless. Hereditary loyalty.
Couldn’t we do this without anything attached? Can’t we let our bodies move according to the request of our souls?
So his loyalty towards Oz…was it something pure, or something that immured him? He always thought it his most honorable quality. He was his steadfast servant, his chivalrous knight. But perhaps he only latched on because he was puppeteered and programmed to be a creature of service.
“That loyalty of yours…No, should I call it your obsession?”
Maybe this was how things were supposed to be after all. There was no such thing as love or fate, or dreams. Just the strings, the spiderwebs. We’re all cocooned, waiting for the poison to kick in.
What was he thinking? How could he think he didn’t really care for Oz? How could their adventures, their time together really mean nothing?
He loved Glen too once. And he couldn’t tell if even that was real anymore.
Glen’s successor, his copy, his soul, his left hand, his wings—
Raven.
The one thing he stole from him. The contract half-fulfilled then. Promises broken. Promises that couldn’t help but be fulfilled. The one thing that would ever belong to him. A chain half-connected. The ship might just drift out to sea that way.
Raven, whose seal lay in his left hand. His ever cursed left hand. His symbol of Glen, still.
“You will be bound by your left hand again.”
He felt like his face might break as he tried to keep both the tears and laughter that simmered beneath the surface from boiling over.
Break wasn’t the only one who’d tried to warn him.
He hadn’t understood then. Hadn’t understood anything at all.
Raven. One of Glen’s four black-winged Chains. The first. The first drop of four poured into the vessel. A ceremony cut in half by the sound of screaming, and the smell of smoke.
Raven who he created his legal contract with because he thought he could save his master. Raven whose seal saved his master’s life and sanity. Raven who took them from Cheshire’s dimension, who protected him and Break from the Baskervilles.
Raven, who had only helped since he’d made his contract with him. Raven who he shared a connection with. Raven whose name he even took at times. A name he took once to save himself the pain of his master knowing who he really was.
Raven who perhaps could be of some good now.
He sat up.
Oz wasn’t merely the reflection of Jack. And Gilbert wasn’t merely the reflection of Glen.
Maybe Raven wasn’t a symbol of Glen’s tyranny either. Maybe he was just the opposite. Maybe Raven belonged to him. Maybe Raven’s fire was exactly what he needed to break the unbreakable.
And there is at least one benefit to being a Baskerville.
He looked at his left hand.
“Open both eyes wide. That is, if you don’t want to end up like me.”
He smiled, half mad. He had kept his eyes closed for far too long, and he knew even before he walked into the rain that he might just end up like Break after all.
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I’ve seen a lot of people posting a few writing memes about fic titles so I just wanted to break down where all of mine have come from and what they mean in Accursed Ones because I’m bored. Probably nothing you don’t already know in here
1. Awakening  - Name of the game + Anders literally waking up + metaphorically waking up and understanding his obligation to help 2. Nothing For It - Mean to imply that Anders had no alternative but to help and be helped by Amell in turn 3. Conscription  - What it says on the tin 4. Joining  - What it says on the tin 5. It Comes From Beneath  - Name of the quest 6. Last of the Legion  - Name of the quest 7. Memories of the Stone  - Name of the quest 8. A Night of Revelry - Meant to be ironic considering what happens 9. Freedom for Anders  - Name of the quest 10. Freedom for Anders Part Two - Name of the quest 11. The Righteous Path  - Name of the quest 12. In Retreat, Panic  - A play on the Grey Warden motto. (Also my favorite chapter in the story.) 13. All Soul's Day - Name of the annum 14. The Dark Theurge  - Name of the demon 15. Paramour  - Name of the achievement for a romance 16. Ground Rules - Ground rules for a relationship 17. Lost in Dreams  - Name of a similar quest 18. Far Afield - Name of the quest 19. Far Afield Part Two - Name of the quest 20. Uprising  - Name of the quest 21. The Resolutionist and The Aequitarian - Amell and Wynne’s respective fraternities  22. Serpents High, Angels Low - Both the rules of the team’s card game and an over-arching theme of the fic where things that are presumed to be good/evil are often the reverse.  23. Malleus Maleficarum  - The name of a treatise on witchcraft elevating sorcery to heresy and a song Malleus Maleficarum by Ordo Funebris 24. Shadows of the Blackmarsh  - Name of the quest 25. The Blackmarsh Undying  - Name of the quest 26. Pride Goes Before Destruction - A reference to the Pride demon and Amell’s pride in thinking he can handle it 27. And a Haughty Spirit Before a Fall - A reference to Justice and Anders falling for Amell 28. The Apple And The Tree - A quote about Amell being like his father 29. Lullabies - A Song - Lullabies by Yuna 30. Fools Gold - Meant to reference both Quentin and Anders’ happiness. Also a song Fools Gold Fitz and the Tantrums.  31. Eyes of the Beholder - A play off “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder” meant to reference the difference between Amell and Anders’ perspectives on losing his eyes.  32. Blame it on the Night - Meant to indicate what happened isn’t Anders’ fault. Also a song - Blame it on the Night by Calvin Harris  33. White Lies, Red Eyes - A reference to both the colors of the Amell family and Amell’s personality 34. Spirits and Demons - What it says on the tin 35. Love is Blind - An overarching theme in the story. 36. Satinalia - Name of the annum 37. Brothers and Sisters - A reference to Wardens and Anders still having family without Amell.  38. Score One for Our Heroes - Meant to be ironic. Also a quote from Anders. 39. Out of Control - The current state of things and also a reference to A Leader on Losing Control by Corb Lund which is a Leonie song.  40. Justice for Naught - Meant to imply that sometimes there is no justice but you have to keep trying anyway 41. Here's to Us Blighters - What Oghren says when night is darkest 42. Bold and Brazen and Beautiful - Amell’s description of Anders 43. Monsters and Men - Self explanatory for Justice/Anders.  44. The Best Intentions - Oft Go Awry is Unspoken  45. Blessed Are the Peacekeepers - A quote from the Chant of Light 46. Champions of the Just - The rest of the quote. Meant to be ironic.  47. The Black City - A reference to both Kirkwall and the actual Black City 48. Rip Up Your Roots - A quote from Cor and what Anders does to cope, but the follow up, “You ain’t gonna have a tree.” is equally important.  49. A Good Man - A quote from Lirene about Anders 50. First Day - The name of the annum 51. As The Crow Flies - Foreshadowing Anders learning shapeshifting 52. Wintersend - Name of the annum 53. Chasing the Sun - Name of a song. Chasing the Sun by the Wanted.  54. Doubts and Revelations - What it says on the tin 55. Birds of a Feather - Flock together. Both a joke about shapeshifting and Kanders.  56. Snap - What it says on the tin 57. Ray of Sunshine - Joke on Bethany’s name 58. Oopsy Daisy - Joke on Merrill’s name 59. Pretty Reckless - Meant to reference both Anders and Hawke’s behavior.  60. Let's Try This Again - What it says on the tin 61. A Preoccupation with Spirits - A joke about Justice and alcohol 62. Meetings - What it says on the tin 63. Acquainted - Basically just Meetings Part 2 64. Bloodline Part One -  What it says on the tin 65. Bloodline Part Two -  What it says on the tin 66. Trail of Love - Name of the quest but also references Anders’ many past and future loves. Amell, Karl, Isabela, Hawke.  67. Rude Awakening - A call back to the first chapter meant to show how much Anders has changed. Anders takes on the role of Amell here and Hawke takes on the role of Anders with respects to Blood Magic.  68. Safe Harbors - A joke about sex with Isabela 69. The Best Laid Plans - Oft Go Awry is implicit.  70. Oft Go Awry -  What it says on the tin 71. All New, Faded For Him - This was an anagram like the quest in DAI but I can’t remember what it is an anagram for. RIP 72. A Year Ago Today -  What it says on the tin 73. Friends in Low Places - Name of the quest  74. No Turning Back -  What it says on the tin 75. Senior Warden Anders -  What it says on the tin 76. Bodies So Maimed - Quote from the Chant of Light about darkspawn 77. Down in the Dark with the Dead - A quote from Eli 78. Up in the Light with the Life - The opposite of the above quote 79. A Day for Silence - Name of the annum 80. My Failing and My Falling Part One - A line from Anders’ story for Nika and a reference to Hawke’s failure to protect his sister.  81. My Failing and My Falling Part Two - Same as above 82. Pain and Bane - Name of the poem Merrill sings. Also an overarching theme of the story 83. Luck of the Dog - Reference to the Dog Lords but also ironic considering Anders is not lucky.  84. Bird's Eye View - Both a reference to Anders’ transformation magic and his perspective on the Circles and how Bethany doesn’t share them 85. Act of Mercy - Name of the quest 86. The Revolutionists - Name of Decimus’s fraternity 87. Burn After Reading - what it says on the tin 88. Not in Hand, Not in Play - A quote from the chapter but also Fenris’ perspective on love and a theme of the story. It is or it isn’t.  89. Enemies Among Us - Name of the quest 90. Save Me - What it says on the tin 91. Benedictions - A Canticle in the Chant of Light that makes Hawke think of Anders 92. What Will The Neighbors Think? - A mini-theme throughout the story regarding Anders (in)ability to be openly in a relationship, be it with Amell, Justice, Hawke, etc.  93. Have Your Pie and Eat it Too - What Anders keeps trying and failing to do 94. Dead Set on Ending Badly - Foreshadowing  95. Where We Stand - Where Hawke and Anders’ relationship stands 96. Hearts of Gold or Near Enough - Meant to apply to all of the main characters 97. Ghilan’him Banal’vhen - The Path that Leads Astray. Foreshadowing. 98. Abstention and Absolution - Meant to be Ironic 99. Until the Last Dog is Hung - What it says on the tin 100. Free To Good Home - References the mages, Dog Lords, and also Anders 101. It Gets Easier - Narrator Voice: It did not get easier. 102. Luxury of Leaning - A reference to Hawke not having the option to pursue men as the scion of a noble house but doing it anyway because fuck you mom. 103. Dissent - Name of the quest 104. Into Madness - Play on words. Descend into Madness / Dissent into Madness 105. Fester - What it says on the tin 106. The First Sacrifice - Name of the quest 107. Once Removed - Play on words. A reference to Amell/Hawke’s Eyes and Quentin being Hawke’s cousin once removed.  108. Not Again - Haha get wrekt  109. All That Remains - Name of the quest 110. The Way Forward - A reference to Fenris’ quote about the stairs being out. Meant to symbolize that there are no other options for Anders, Hawke, and the narrative as a whole. Also, ironically, meant to show that Hawke does not actually move forward.  111. Lyrium and Lies - Foreshadowing 112. Ser Cumference and the Terrible Tower - A children’s tale vibe meant to show the dichotomy of man.  113. The Calm Before - Foreshadowing for the name of the next chapter.  114. The Storm - What was foreshadowed.  115. Long Time No See - A reference to both not seeing Amell for a long time and Amell not being able to see for a long time.  116. To Catch a Thief - Name of the quest 117. To Save a Sinner - Similar naming methodology of the previous chapter meant to show Isabela is more than just a thief.  118. On Deaf Ears - Both Hawke being deaf and Hawke not agreeing with Anders. 119. Hey Sparkles - Meant to give a “It’s gonna be okay dude” vibe.  120. Give Me A Sign - Sign language reference but also a plea for Hawke and Anders’ relationship to get better. 121. We Should Talk - About both Hawke and Amell, but Amell is the only one Anders talks to in this chapter.  122. The Weight of Years - Shit’s heavy 123. How Have You Been? - Asking the dangerous questions again 124. Spin a Story - Varric’s terrible advice to Anders but also Amell’s approach to interacting with Anders after they’ve been apart for so long. 125. Give and Take Part One - Commentary on Anders relationship with both Amell and Hawke.  126. Give and Take Part Two - See above  127. What You Make It - What love is according to Fenris 128. Letters from the Vigil - What it says on the tin 129. Consent is Key - A quote from the chapter and commentary on responsible use of blood magic.  130. What Have You Done Now? - A song. What Have you Done Now by Within Temptation 131. But This is All I Ever Was - A song lyric. Ditmas by Mumford & Sons 132. Wasted Time - Also a song lyric from Ditmas but like accidentally. 
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My Top Posts in 2021
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Best Grandma 💜
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80 notes • Posted 2021-01-29 22:25:16 GMT
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The Long Reach Part 2 aired a year ago today...
And was therefore the last time we saw these adorable faces...
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I am not okay with that! 😭
💙💚🧡💛❤️
89 notes • Posted 2021-02-22 10:38:17 GMT
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Thunderfam Roll-call 👋
Hello you beautiful lot - Noticed a few have not been appearing on my feed lately. Not sure if it’s Tumblr hiding stuff from me again or you’re spending less time on here. So thought: ‘Hey, why not do a Thunderfam shoutout and see how everyones doing!’
Big Tracy hugs to you all 🤗 🥰
95 notes • Posted 2021-09-26 15:13:44 GMT
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STOP POSTING VIRGIL!
Wait... Do you mean this Virgil
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Or this one...
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Exhausted Virg, Virg in danger or injured Virg...
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Then there’s shy Virgil...
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And wrapped up warm Virg...
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Mmm 🤔 All of them are loveable, oh and if you’ve not yet worked it out Anon the answers No! No, I will not stop posting anything containing this wonderful guy.
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If you don’t like it then you know where the unfollow button is!
99 notes • Posted 2021-02-26 20:00:16 GMT
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Last night I visited insomnia city. As I was lying awake I began contemplating the amount of fluffy prompt vs whump lists. Now, I adore fics where my favourite characters get hurt and then (sometimes) fixed at the end. However, lately I’ve been needing the comfort more. I began considering what I could do to inspire my own and others output of fluff which inevitably led me to the conclusion: ‘why not create my own list.’ So, I did, and here it is now for anyone to use…
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Bring on the Fluff
100 prompts for fanfiction, your own stories and any style of art.
Prompts are for fluff, comfort, humorous, romantic, comedic, and any other aww moments. Hurt can feature but should  only be used to aid the soothing comfort.
Prompts can be mixed together or used on their own.
Stories can be of any length.
The list can be used for your followers to send you requests, or if you prefer to work through at your own pace. (I will, very slowly, be doing the second option)
Enjoy 😊
1. Angel 2. Anniversary 3. Art 4. Back Rubs 5. Beach 6. Bedtime 7. Birthday 8. Blind Date 9. Bonfire 10. Breakfast in Bed 11. Brother 12. Cake 13. Camping Trip 14. Carnival 15. Cherished Memory 16. Cherished Item 17. Chocolate 18. Cottage 19. Coffee 20. Cookies 21. Countryside 22. Cuddles 23. Dad 24. Date Night 25. Dinner for Two 26. Drunken Conversations 27. Enchanted 28. Engagement 29. Family 30. Fireplace 31. Fireworks 32. First Dance 33. First Date 34. First Kiss 35. First Steps 36. Floor is Lava 37. Flowers 38. Forest 39. Game Night 40. Gift 41. Grandma 42. Grandpa 43. Handmade 44. Holidays 45. Holding Hands 46. Home 47. Horse Riding 48. Ice cream 49. Island 50. Journal 51. Jukebox 52. Kaleidoscope 53. Karaoke Night 54. Lake 55. Moonlight 56. Mother 57. Mountain View 58. Movie Night 59. Music 60. Napping 61. Nature 62. Ocean 63. Oneness 64. Painting 65. Pet 66. Picnic 67. Pillow Fight 68. Pillow Fort 69. Playing Twister 70. Playground 71. Portrait 72. Prom 73. Quilt 74. Quiz Night 75. Radiant 76. Reunion 77. Road Trip 78. Sand 79. Secret 80. Sharing Clothes 81. Sharing a Blanket 82. Sharing an Umbrella 83. Sister 84. Snowman 85. Stars 86. Summer 87. Sun 88. Swapping Beds 89. Swimming Pool 90. Talent 91. Telescope 92. Truth or Dare 93. Universe 94. Valentines 95. Victory 96. Whisper 97. Wingman 98. Wish 99. Yawning 100. Zoo
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