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Sweet Nothings - Remus Lupin

Request: Remus lupin is so sweet nothing. Please I’m begging 🙏

Summary: Just Remus and the reader being cute and talking about reading aloud, eating toast, and having tea.

A/N: There's a whole paragraph about a backstory that I was going to expand on but then decided against it so now its just sitting there as backstory that goes nowhere lol.

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...all that you ever wanted from me was nothing...

Molly was still making the rounds, saying goodbye to everyone and making them each individually promise that, should any trouble arise, they would owl her and Arthur immediately. You were a tad too old for surrogate parents though you couldn't deny the warm feeling that always settled over you at the feeling of a too-tight hug and kiss on the head. Molly had a way of making you feel happy to be coddled instead of annoyed, as you so often found yourself with affection these days.

Everything felt forced and performative and overreaching, like every hug was just you trying to convince yourself that things outside of Grimmuald Place were not what they were. Kingsley passed you in the hallway on his way to the floo, nodding a goodbye as you ignored the staircase and walked into the dining room.

In fifth year you had dated a boy whose family was friends with the Blacks and you'd been to a Christmas party with him here, where you cowered awkwardly in the corner of a room until he snuck you off to the library to make out. At the time you were 15 and Voldemort was dead (or so they claimed) and you had very little exposure to that most noble house of Black and their relatives. Now, in your late twenties, working at the Ministry with Kingsley, you found yourself well-exposed to all the inner-workings of the family drama. Both the Blacks and the Order, and supremely familiar with 12 Grimmuald Place.

"You've got stuck washing up?" You took the short flight of steps down into the kitchen and walked to where Remus was standing over the sink (shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows and suds from the sponge clinging to his hands).

"So it seems," he replied, shutting off the faucet and reaching for the tea towel, wiping his hands dry so he could take a sip of tea from the mug he had sitting beside the sink, "has everyone left?"

"They were when I snuck out," you reached around him, taking the mug and stealing a sip from it, "had to come all the way back here to say goodnight to you."

"Is that what you're doing?" He questioned, taking the mug back.

"It's what I'm pretending to do," you replied.

Your new found familiarity with the Black Family home had everything to do with Remus, who had been staying with his best friend since Mad-Eye and Kingsley had determined the house to be the safest place for Sirius to outlive his fugitive status (and probably for a significant time before that too). The house had become an unofficial gathering for the business of Voldemort's return months prior to the Order's official reinstatement and you had, in all that time, gotten to know the house and it's occupants (Remus in particular) very well.

"It's no use," he held the tea towel out to you, a silent request to dry the dishes he washed, "Molly already knows. Which means everyone else does as well."

"What? How do you know she knows?" You asked. You knew you shouldn't be nearly as surprised as you were by the news, Molly mothered seven children after all. The woman had eyes (and ears) in the back of her head. "Also, why do you insist on washing up the muggle way?"

"It's relaxing." He shrugged, ignoring your other question for the moment.

"Dirty dishes relax you?" You laughed, "you're a very strange man."

"You must be quite strange then as well, seeing as you've chosen to share a bed with me." He said, voice dropping conspiratorially lower, as though he was sharing some kind of secret with you as he leaned in close.

You nudged him away with your elbow, hands full of a plate and the rag you were drying it with. "How did Molly know?"

He shrugged, "I haven't the slightest idea, she came up to me at the last meeting and told me she knew about us. Very accusatory, I might add, as though she had caught me in the act."

"Perhaps she did," you teased, "you're very handsy you know."

"I've never been accused of being handsy before in my life," he replied, "perhaps you're thinking of yourself."

"That must be it," you teased, pinching the bit of skin that appeared just above his slacks as he reached to place some dried plates back in the cupboard. He managed to swat at your hand with his, frowning at you as if you weren't in Sirius' kitchen but in fact back at Hogwarts, some teacher just around the corner waiting to nab you.

"I was going to set a pot for tea if you'd like some," Remus offered, setting the last of the now clean dishes back into their home before moving further down the counter to where the stove sat.

"Depends," you mused, taking the kettle off the stovetop for him and filling it with water.

"Depends," he echoed, "on what?"

"Will you be reading?" You asked.

Peace was hard to come by in a war, even when you were far from the actual fighting. When you'd first moved into Grimmuald Place you felt very much like you were suffocating in the morose silence of the home. There was no peace inside the walls. But then, by a stroke of luck and chronic insomnia, you'd come across Remus in the library, sitting by the fire reading and having a cup of tea. He'd happily made you one and then he read aloud to you and it was the first time since agreeing to help Kingsley and Dumbledore with the Order business (truly the first time since there'd been any inkling of Voldemort's return four years earlier) that you'd felt any semblance of peace.

"Naturally."

You passed off two mugs to him from the cupboard in the far corner. Sirius had 'therapeutically' broken every piece of china that his mother had perserved in the cabinet and replaced them with various (and often truly ridiculous) muggle kitchenware. The mugs you passed on to Remus now were a set that advertised muggle kings and queens of England.

"I read once that Mary Tudor was actually a witch, you know? Her mother apparently was from a pureblood family and it was rather scandalous that she married Henry. It was muggles then, I believe, that Mary was burning at the stake."

"Catherine of Aragon was a pureblood witch? I think you're making things up at this point," you replied, admiring the way the sleeves of his cardigan threatened to fall down over his hands as he worked.

"It's true, or at least the book I read claimed it to be. I've not given it the time to research properly. It also said she killed Arthur," he replied.

"Suppose it said Mary was a slytherin?" You teased.

"Could've been."

"Where's Sirius when I need him to tell you that you're full of shit," you laughed, "off the topic of English royalty though-"

"It's not so impossible to imagine that at least a small portion of the monarchy were witches or wizards." He cut in, insistent to make the point whether he was certain of its validity or not.

"Off the topic," you repeated, stressing the words as best you could, "I've bought you something. And you're talking such nonsense I nearly forgot to give it to you."

"You've bought me something?"

"Yes," you went back to the bag you'd brought that evening, sitting on the chair you'd once been occupying for the meeting, a few non-perishable groceries still sitting inside, and pulled out a container. "It's pumpkin butter, for your toast." You placed the small glass jar on the counter and pushed it toward him.

"Where did you get it?" He asked, lifting it and turning it over in his hands. There were no distinct markings on the outside, just a plain glass mason jar with a lid secured on.

"A market in Bathgate. Went over the weekend to see my mum...she's talking about leaving Scotland, think perhaps she means it this time." You mouth did something resembling a frown (or the beginning of one) before you forced a smile, "as it is, the seller informed me that she grows her own pumpkins and everything."

"Looks very intriguing."

"It's a bribe, so that you'll read more Silmarillion," you explained, leaning against the counter to be closer to him. In truth, he probably didn't need to be bribed to do anything you asked of him, he simply needed to be asked. And sometimes, not even. But he had claimed, after the last evening you spent reading together over a kettle of tea and plates of jammy toast, that he was going to quit reading to you if you didn't stop falling asleep.

"I was only teasing, before," Remus clarified, an especially soft look on his face, as though he believed that you had taken him seriously when he said he wouldn't read with you anymore, "I'm not really bothered that you fall asleep. I know you've been having trouble getting rest."

"Says you, when was the last time you had a good night's sleep?" You questioned, buttering a skillet to toast bread on, "the last time you fell asleep it was sitting up, trying to read the daily prophet over a bowl of porridge."

"Yes, I remember," Remus replied, thinking of the porridgy goop that had stuck to his elbow when he'd accidentally dropped his arm into his bowl.

"We both need sleep then," you replied. "Desperately it would seem."

"How do you suggest we go about getting it? Considering how busy you are during the day and how adverse I am to napping in the afternoon."

"We go to bed at a reasonable hour?" You offer, laughing on the end of the sentence. There hadn't been a night this week that hadn't been overtaken by a meeting. If not a meeting then simply someone (Mad-Eye or Kingsley or someone equally in a hurry) dropped in to give news or request assistance or speak in hushed tones to the three of you in the kitchen about the changing climate of the wizarding world. Even Grimmuald Place seemed unable to shelter you from the chaos that reigned outside.

"Splendid idea, are you suggesting we start tonight?" He asked, glancing quickly at his watch as if to remind you how late it was already.

"Seems a shame to waste perfectly goody slices of bread...and you've only just made tea," you replied. Despite your own suggestion you weren't the slightest bit tired and imagined you wouldn't even begin to be until you had finished off your toast and tea and were bundled in Remus' cardigan listening to him read aloud.

"Excellent point," Remus noted, not ready to fight with sleep either, "shall we head to the library?"

"We should light a fire this time," you suggested, and then, "oh god! You think that's how Molly knows?"

"What?"

"Do you think that's how Molly knows we're together?" You clarified, though not enough because Remus still looked somewhat confused.

"How? I don't know what you're referring to."

"When Arthur flooed in...to see about the incident near Buckingham and we were-"

"Ah," Remus cut you off, his cheeks going red at the reminder, as though he were not a man in his mid-thirties, perfectly allowed to do what he wanted (or who he wanted, in this case) without being shy about it. "I would say so yes."

"Well best to light a fire then, don't want to shock anyone else, even if Molly has put the word out."

"Are you expecting something to happen?" He asked, following you out into hallway, mugs of tea in hand.

"I have two very distinct reactions to you reading aloud Remus," you replied, "who's to say what tonight's will be."

"Merlin's beard."

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My little love

Chapter 21

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: mentions of child abuse, talks of hurting a child (basically the reader walks about what her mother did to her), some crying, worried Charlotte, angry Charlotte, protective Charlotte 😂 (she’s ready to fight anyone), some fluff.

A/N: some favorite parts in this chapter but not really my favorite overall. Idk I was blanking hard on some parts of it.

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Sunday morning was usually your lazy day. You and Bucky would lay in bed and just talk about anything and cuddle. He was the most relaxed on Sunday, when you would truly spend time together as a family. A piece of normalcy he had dreamed of since before the war.

This Sunday was unusual. When you finally woke up, Bucky's side of the bed was empty. Normally if that happened it was because one of the kids came in and woke either of you up. Today was different, even though it was still morning the apartment felt lively. Even with the door closed you could hear muffled conversation and giggling. You have an absentminded smile until you remember who is here and why. With a sigh you get up and get ready for the day.

With the hopes of giving you a few extra minutes of sleep Bucky started by making coffee and waited for Eddie to show up. Soon enough Henry woke up followed by Lottie and Olivia. As the kids played in the living room your family showed up. Eddie helped get coffee served up for the adults while breakfast was started. Sofia and Josh were roped in by the kids to play. It was how families should always act around each other. Bucky could only hope that it would stay like this from now on. For your sake and now the kids. He’d also invited Steve over, knowing you’d like to have your best friend there for moral support.

When you emerged from the bedroom Olivia and Lottie had Steve, Josh and Sofia playing tea party in the living room. Bucky, Eddie, Luke and Molly were in the kitchen fixing breakfast for everyone. Henry had been coloring at the table when he saw you. He stopped what he was doing and ran to hug you. You remembered the conversation you overheard between him and his grandfather so you knew he would want to stay by your side.

“Good morning my sweet boy.” You greet Henry while running your fingers through his long hair.

“Morning mama.”

“What’s going on out here?”

“Just hanging out.” He waves for you to come down to his level and then he cups his mouth with one hand. “I think they’re waiting for you mama.”

“I think so too. Let’s go see what they’re doing.”

You head out to the kitchen first and a cup of coffee is almost immediately in your hand.

“Don’t talk to her until she’s had at least half of the cup.”

“James.” You scold playfully.

��See what I mean.”

“Oh I’ve been at the end of that glare. It ain’t pretty.” Your dad adds, making Luke and Molly chuckle.

Bucky smiles and gets closer before giving you a quick peck on the lips. You knew what he was doing, he was easing you into the environment. Making you feel comfortable even with the situation at hand.

“Mowning mama!” Lottie ran to you and wrapped her arms around your leg. “Mama?” She looks up at you with her beautiful bright blue eyes.

“Yes sweet angel.”

“Josh and Luke mama’s bubbas an Sofia mama’s sissy?”

It seems like they had started explaining the family relationship to Charlotte before you woke up. She was a very curious child which you loved but something told you this was going to be an interesting conversation.

“Yes, Josh and Luke are my brothers and Sofia is my sister.” You answer before taking another sip of your coffee.

“Can habe a sissy mama?”

You choked on your coffee and immediately started coughing. Bucky is at your side in an instant patting your back and taking the cup of coffee away from you. It took you a moment to compose yourself but when you did you noticed everyone laughing. Even Steve, Josh and Sofia had moved to the kitchen to see what was going on.

“Mama is kay?”

“Yes, mama is ok sweet Angel.”

“So can habe sissy?” Lottie’s face is hopeful and while you would like to have a baby, especially with Bucky, you were not ready for that at the moment. You knelt down in order to be at her level.

“Sweet Angel, mama can’t give you a sissy right now.”

“But want sissy to pay wit. Pease mama?”

“I’m sorry sweet Angel. I promise that I’ll let you know when mama and daddy will give you a sister or brother.”

Charlotte just gave you a pout and crossed her arms over her chest. When you pulled her into a hug she didn’t hug you back. You wanted to laugh a bit, you knew it wouldn’t last long but seeing her little face all scrunched up in disapproval was too cute. She wandered away as soon as you let her go and into the arms of Steve. You rolled your eyes and turned back to grab your cup of coffee.

“You ok there?” Bucky asked cautiously.

“Yeah, are you?”

He chuckled and nodded. “If I would have known that’s what they were going to talk about I wouldn’t have left her with the twins and Steve.”

“No shit. But anyways, what are we doing here?”

“Pancakes. It’s just easier than making a bunch of smaller breakfasts. We were about to start making them. Wanna flip?” Bucky asks with a smirk on his face.

“Obviously.”

Soon enough your guests move out of yours and Bucky’s way. Eddie, Luke and Molly watch in stunned silence as you manipulate multiple spatulas to flip the pancakes around while casually making conversation.

“Hello?” You wave a hand in Luke’s face and he snaps out of the trance he seemed to be in.

“You are so cool.”

“I know.”

“What were you saying?” Molly asked as she looked away from the spatulas to you.

“Are you guys planning on having any more kids?”

“We want to. After seeing Olivia and Charlotte together I know Liv would love a sibling. They’ve known each other for a day and they’re attached at the hip.”

“That’s cousins for you.” Luke adds and you meet his eyes. He gives you a soft smile, similar to your dad.

“What’s going to happen between you and mom?”

“Why don’t we have breakfast first and then we’ll talk about that.” Eddie answers as he holds out plates for the pancakes.

From the living room you can hear Lottie greeting ‘Buce’, you and Bucky exchange confused glances as he walks in.

“Good morning everyone. I’m sorry to interrupt.” He says with a shy smile.

“It’s ok, What’s up?”

“The antitoxin is ready. I think it’d be better if you took it before breakfast.”

“Antitoxin?” Your father questioned immediately.

“Yeah, it’s to counteract the toxin Y/N was injected with.”

“Bruce!” Both you and Bucky yelled at the same time making him flinch.

“You were injected with a toxin? When did this happen? How bad was it?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know they didn’t know.”

“That makes two of us Banner.” Eddie huffed out.

You swallowed thickly as your dad crossed his arms, he had his classic scowl on his face. One mimicked by Luke.

“You’re on your own with this one, Sugar.” Bucky kissed your cheek and continued plating the breakfast up.

“Ok. I’ll go with Bruce and I’ll explain everything when I come back.”

“Or I’ll go with you and you explain everything.”

“Fine.” You sigh.

Bruce exits first and you follow with your dad and brother right behind you. It felt like you were being taken prisoner. The whole way down to Bruce’s lab was silent and tense. You could feel your dad staring daggers into the back of your head.

“I am so sorry, I thought they knew.” Bruce mutters as you walk into his lab.

“It’s ok, I should have told them.”

“Ok, I’m going to need to take some pictures, blood samples and your vitals before we get started.”

“So what exactly happened?” Luke asks as he and your dad sit on stools nearby.

Bruce grabs a camera and you lift up your shirt so that he can take the pictures he needs. You can hear the sharp breath both Luke and your dad take when they see the scar by your ribs. The color still contrasts extremely against your natural skin tone.

“I was on a mission about six weeks ago. And while I was fighting someone I was injected with a toxin.”

“I thought you were a medic.”

“I am, like 75% of the time. But this wasn’t just a random mission. It was a set up to try and get to me.”

“Why?” Your dad asked. His anger turning into concern.

“Because of the kids.”

“Henry and Lottie?” Luke asked, confused as to what they had to do with anything.

“Yeah and three others.” You sigh. “The kids aren’t from a previous relationship Bucky had. I know you are aware of his past with hydra.” Luke just nods. “Well they used different female agents or prisoners and used Bucky’s DNA to create the next generation of winter soldiers. There were five total. We found Lottie first almost four months ago. Then I found three, they had been murdered and then we found Henry about two and a half months ago.”

“Ok but what does that have to do with you being targeted?”

Bruce moves around you, taking the blood sample and then your vitals silently as he listens to you recount everything that’s happened in the last few months.

“I killed one of the scientists that had been Henry’s handler. That was the night before we came back from our mission and you came up to stay with Charlotte.” You told your dad and he just nodded. “The day of the mission is when we found Henry. I was the one literally carrying him out. They had already programmed him so they tried to have him kill me.”

“I’m sorry, you’ve killed someone and Henry tried to kill you? Is he dangerous?”

“Yes I’ve killed before. No he isn’t dangerous. We were in Wakanda and they helped get rid of the programming. So because I’ve helped with the kids and I’m involved with Bucky hydra tried to kill me.”

“So what happened here? I doubt it just gave you a scar.”

You look at your dad unsure of how much to tell him. What was the point of giving him all of the details if you were sitting right there? If you were ok and were about to receive the antidote.

“There was major blood loss.” Bruce said and you glared at him. He only shrugged. “She had a few minor seizures and she flatlined at least twice. This toxin was made specifically as a way to assassinate someone and no way to find a cure on time. It should have killed her immediately. The reason it didn’t was because of her suit. The compression clothing and Kevlar vest Y/N was wearing didn’t allow the capsule to expand and disintegrate which would have released the toxin quickly. It did when she got home and was undressing to get in the shower. That and the fact that she and Steve are the same blood type saved her life.”

You took a chance to look at your father and he was eerily calm. It was that calm kind of anger. Without saying a word he just got up and walked out.

“Give him a few minutes.” Luke says.

You just nod and let Bruce do what he has to do.

****

The bright lights of Bruce’s were the first things you saw. You groan as you sit up and try to shrug away the hand that was on your back trying to help you.

“Take it easy, Y/N. You fainted.” Bruce said quietly.

“How long was I out?”

“About a minute. The scar is gone though and I’m running some new bloodwork now.”

“Why are you yelling?” You whispered.

“I’m not?”

You looked at Bruce then at your brother. Everything around you looked a lot clearer and brighter. Like high resolution to the max. You could hear the little pitter patter of feet down the hall getting closer.

“Charlotte is about to walk into the lab in 3,2,1.”

Just like you said the double doors opened and Charlotte walked in with a worried expression on her face.

“Mama kay?”

“What are you doing here Lottie?” Luke picked her up so that she could see you better.

She touched her forehead . “Mama seep and habe owies.”

“She saw me fainting in a vision and I think I have the serum.”

Bruce moves to the computer and waits for the analysis to be done.

“You’re right.” Bruce whispers.

“So now you’re a super soldier?”

“You don’t have a full dose of the serum but enough of it to still make a difference. Where Steve would heal in two days from a broken bone you would heal in three or four.”

“What do I do now?”

“First, talk to dad. Then you tell Bucky and then we talk as a family. For now I’ll take this little escape artist back upstairs.” Luke says and you just nod.

“Bye mama.”

“Bye sweet Angel.”

****

You found your father outside sitting on a bench under a tree. He was still fuming and that anger had never been directed your way. You could hear him muttering to him even when you were a few feet away.

“Dad.” You called softly. His head snaps up to look at you. “Can we talk or do you need some more time?”

Eddie just patted the empty spot beside him. Neither of you said a word. You just sat side by side and watched the world go by.

“I have a plan in place.” You said after a while. He didn’t say anything so you took it as the go ahead. “If I were to die out on or because of a mission. I didn’t want you to remember me broken or bloodied. I have a video recording of what I would like you to know. How much I love you and how much everything you did meant to me. I didn’t tell you about this because I didn’t want you to worry. At least not until we found a cure.”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me kid.”

You were taken aback by his response. Your father was not a person who cursed. He stood up from the bench and paced back and forth.

“You don’t get it, Y/N. All of my life, since we realized you had these abilities, all I wanted to do was protect you. I only want the best for you, you know that.” Eddie says while finally looking at you. “I support you in anything you do. When you told me you got accepted into Shield I was proud but scared. When you told me you were working with Captain America I was terrified. You called me all excited telling me you were now an avenger, I could barely sleep for days with worry. I almost had a heart attack when you told me you were dating Bucky.” You smile at the last part. “I’ve seen you through everything, the one thing I don’t want is for you to not tell me when you’re hurt. I can’t keep you safe, I know that now. But I’d rather be informed of what’s going on with you at the moment than find out after you’re gone. You’re my little girl, had me wrapped around your finger from the moment you were born, I’d be lost without ya kid.”

“Dad…” you were at a loss for words so you got up and hugged him instead.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re 15 or 50. I'm still going to worry about you.”

“I know, I get it now.” You give him a sad smile. “I don’t know if we should talk about mom. It wasn’t pretty.”

“I need to know.”

“Ok, then we’ll talk about it.”

The living room was relatively quiet. Steve and Bucky had offered to take the kids outside while you spoke but you asked Bucky to stay. Steve gave you a quick hug and kiss to the temple while he tapped on your shoulder a message.

‘You've got this.’

You smiled and watched as he took Henry, Lottie and Olivia with him. Eddie, Luke and Molly sat on the couch while Sofie and Josh took the arm chairs. It left you and Bucky on the love seat. His hand reached out for yours and his thumb moved back and forth in order to provide you some type of comfort.

“So I’m not sure where to start.”

“When did it start?” Eddie asked. You looked at him with a pained expression.

“I don’t remember. The abuse was always part of my life. It only happened when you were out of town for days.”

“What did she do?”

“When I was really little, like three or four, she would lock me up in a closet for hours. She only let me out to use the bathroom twice a day and to eat twice a day. She’d spank me if I had an accident in between those times.”

“That’s why you’re afraid of small enclosed spaces?”

You only nod.

“What else?”

“If I used my powers, even accidentally, she would take whatever I made move and throw it at me. The toaster, the phone, a pair of scissors, cutlery. If it was metal it had been thrown in my direction. Remember the tv that I supposedly broke?” You didn’t wait for an answer.” Well it was a rare occasion where she had me in the living room and there was a jump scare and of course the tv slid back from its normal position. When she saw it she grabbed it and tried to chuck it in my direction. Missed me by a couple of inches if it hadn’t been because Luke pulled me out of the way.”

Eddie’s jaw clenched and he looked over at Luke who just nodded in confirmation.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me, kitten?” The anguish was clear on his face as he thought about you going through what you told him.

“She said that if I told you that I would never see you again. That there were men from the government that would take me and would want to experiment on me. I was terrified.”

“And you, why didn’t you say anything? Or you two?”

“Mom lied to us.” Josh spoke up. “She made us believe Y/N would kill us while we slept. We slept in shifts to make sure she wouldn’t get us. It wasn’t until we got older that we started to realize that it was all a lie but by then Y/N was out of the house.”

“What else?”

No one said anything. There were sniffles coming from you and Molly. Luke, Sofia and Josh just stared at the floor. Bucky had thrown his arm over your shoulder and brought you closer to him.

“WHAT ELSE?” Eddie screamed as he got up and started pacing.

“Ed, why don’t we take a break?” Bucky got up to try and calm him down.

“No, I need to know everything.”

“I know, but you yelling isn’t helping her.” He whispered.

Ed looked over at you trying to hold it together. But he didn’t see you as an adult, he saw that little girl that begged him to not go on work trips. The little girl that clung to him whenever he got back. Your father sat down next to you and wrapped you up in a hug, letting you cry on his shoulder. After you finally calmed down you went on to explain all of the other things your mother had done. Keeping you in the cellar while your siblings had sleepovers, the beatings and degrading words she’d said to you. How you were going through so much stress that you suppressed your powers for a while. Finally you explained how it mostly ended when you were around twelve and you had lifted every single sharp metal object and pointed it in her direction. You stood up for yourself while she was slapping you across the face for something out of your control.

Toward the end it looked as if Eddie would have a heart attack. Guilt ridden and blindsided he gave you one last hug and another apology before he walked out. Josh and Sofia gave you a quick hug and an apology of their own before they followed him, promising to look out for him and to keep you updated on what would eventually happen when they got home. Bucky and Molly excused themselves to go find the kids leaving you alone with Luke.

“I should have done something.” Luke says.”I should have kept you safe.”

“Don’t do that to yourself. We were both kids and our mother manipulated and threatened us.”

“Still, I’m sorry for not protecting you. I’m sorry for everything. Especially when we got older, I should have reached out and apologized sooner, I’ll always regret that.”

“Me too, but at least we can have a new start now.” You give him a sad smile.

“I’d love that. Also I think Olivia and Charlotte wouldn’t give us an option. They were already talking about another sleepover.”

You both smile at the thought of the girls getting along so well. Even Henry was getting love and attention from Olivia.

“I’m proud of you.” Luke says next, taking you by surprise. “You could have hated the world but here you are, full of love to give. Those kids, the avengers and Bucky are lucky to have you.”

“Luke…” words failed you, especially when he sat next to you and wrapped you up in a warm embrace.

“Do you think we could start over?”

“I’d really like that.”

The door slams open and a very angry looking Charlotte walks in the door. She points her little finger at Luke.

“No make mama sad.” She stomps her feet as she walks to get in between you and him. Henry appears next to her, the same angry face as he stands in front of you and Lottie.

Bucky walks in just then with an exasperated look on his face. He raises an eyebrow when Lottie and Henry look at him but Lottie crosses her arms over her chest in defiance.

“Kids I told you that your mom was having an important talk with uncle Luke.” He looks from Luke to you. “I’ve been trying to keep her from coming up here for the last 30 minutes.”

“But make mama sad. No wike it dada.” Lottie argues back.

“Oh sweet Angel, mama isn’t sad. I’m crying because I’m happy.”

Charlotte looks at you confused.

“But mama you’re crying.” Henry speaks up.

“Sometimes people cry because they’re happy.”

“Mama not sad?” Lottie asks, her innocence is precious.

“No, mama is happy.”

Luke chuckles and shakes his head. “I should get going. We’ll talk soon.” He leans in and hugs you then gives Henry a high five and a kiss to the top of Charlotte’s head. “Keep mama safe ok? She’s very special.”

Henry and Lottie nod in agreement.

“Same goes for you.” Luke tells Bucky as they shake hands.

“With my life.”

Luke disappears down the hallway and Bucky closes the door behind him. The wall now has an indent of the door handle from where Lottie slammed the door into it. Shaking his head, Bucky sits next to you.

“How are you doing?”

You contemplated the question before sighing.

“Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Glad I went to therapy as soon as I was able to.”

Lottie tapped your knee and put her arms up so that you would pick her up. You sat her down so that she was straddling your legs, her little hands fiddling with the necklace Bucky had given you for Mother’s Day.

“You little miss attitude,” you said to Lottie and she looked up at you with wide eyes. “Are you going to come to my rescue any time I’m sad? Are you gonna keep me safe?”

“Mama keep safe an happy,” Lottie puts both her hands on her chest as she speaks about herself. “Keep mama safe an happy.” Then she puts her hands on your chest with a shy smile on her face.

“My sweet girl.”

You kiss her forehead as she leans into your embrace. Henry moves to stand next to you and you pull him into a hug. Eventually Lottie wiggles off your lap and runs off to her room to play, taking Henry with her.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Bucky asks again.

“I will be, baby.”

Bucky opens his arms and you lean into him, your head resting on his shoulder. You enjoy the silence and the comfort of being in his arms until your phone vibrates in your pocket. Thinking it’s your siblings or even your dad you pull it out.

“Everything ok?” Bucky asks when he sees your expression of confusion.

“Yeah. Actually there’s something you have to know.”

“Ok?”

“You know that cute Bruce created for me?” Bucky just nods. “Well that was Bruce, when he gave me the shot I passed out. Turns out that while I no longer have the toxin in my system I do have the serum.”

Bucky just stares at you for a moment. “I’m sorry what?”

“The antitoxin Bruce created ended up doubling the small amount of serum I had in my system. So I’m like a super soldier now. But where you and Steve are like 100% super soldiers, I’m 75%. At least that’s what Bruce is saying.”

“So you can heal faster?”

“Yeah?” You answer with a question.

Bucky just nods but doesn’t say anything.

“Also don’t tell Steve because when I get the chance I wanna spar with him and kick his ass.” You say making him chuckle.

You stand and offer Bucky your hand, which he takes, and you pull him up easily.

“I’m gonna have to get used to that.” You mutter as you walk back to spend time with the kids.

All you can do is hope that things go back to some sort of normal.

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lisbeth-kk · 1 year

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May 12 prompt: blue. (Thanks for the tag @notjustamum @calaisreno

Bluebell

When Rosie Watson was old enough to decide which clothes to buy or wear, she always chose Sherlock’s favourite colour. Not that she knew it, but she was somehow drawn to it, nevertheless. Dresses, jumpers, t-shirts, trousers, skirts, jackets, even socks gifted in the wrong colour had to be brought back to the shop and changed. She could go along with the other colours if there were bees on the fabric, which Molly tried her best to find as to brighten up the little girl’s wardrobe.

Sherlock loved to see all the different shades of blue on his little girl. It made her eyes look even more blue than they originally were. He also liked to see his John in blue. John and Rosie’s eyes were so similar, although Rosie’s were a tiny bit lighter than John’s.

Sherlock never stopped using his chosen pet name on Rosie. John had prepared him that once she started school, or at least in her teens, she would oppose him to use the pet name further. To John’s astonishment and Sherlock’s relief, it never happened. Rosie loved that her Papa called her Bluebell and occasionally Bee, but mostly it was the former.

***

John feared for Sherlock’s sanity when Rosie told them she was going abroad for her studies. He was careful not to show his distress to Rosie herself, but whenever he and John were alone at Baker Street in those days, he suffered terribly.

“What if she never comes back to England, John. Sydney’s so far away. She’s going to forget us, isn’t she? I don’t want her to go, John! I know I’m being foolish, but to not have her here regularly is an unbearable thought. She…”

“Shush now, my love,” John had murmured, holding Sherlock tight while stroking his hair. “I know it’s hard for you. It is for me too, but we have to let her go. Let her form her own life. We can’t keep her locked up here forever. And of course she won’t forget us, silly. We’re her parents, and you know she loves us. She shows us that every day, doesn’t she?”

“I know, John. I know, but it’s so hard. The hardest thing I’ve ever done. Well…almost.”

Sherlock had buried his face in John’s neck and cried. It was a rare occurrence that Sherlock broke down like this, and John had a hard time preventing his own tears from welling over. He held his husband, soothed him, murmuring sweet words and reassurances in his ear, and finally Sherlock had gathered himself. His eyes were red rimmed, and John kissed away the tears on his cheeks.

“We’ll go visit her, you know,” John said, and Sherlock nodded.

“Of course. If she…”

“Sherlock, please. She’ll want us to come visit. You know that.”

“Yes, John. It’s just…when it comes to the two of you. The thought of losing…”

“I know, sweetheart. We feel the same way. That’s what undying love does to you,” John said and kissed Sherlock tenderly.

***

As Rosie’s departure came closer, Sherlock had been less fragile. When there wasn’t a case or experiment to devote his time to, he read all about Rosie’s university, and the city itself. Afterwards he knew more about the subject than Rosie herself, which surprised no one.

“It looks really promising, Bluebell,” Sherlock stated over dinner a few weeks before Rosie’s exodus, as Sherlock called it. “You’ll like it there, I think.”

“I’m sure I will, Papa. Sylvia knows a couple of students there, and they’re over the moon,” Rosie retorted and extended a hand to squeeze Sherlock’s hand.

John had to blink hard and bite his inner cheek not to burst into tears when he saw their daughter soothing Sherlock. She was so aware of his emotions. A Watson thing, John thought to himself and smiled at his beloved husband who cocked an eye brow at him, silently asking, “you alright?” John just nudged his foot reassuring him, and Sherlock went back to the conversation with his Bluebell.

***

A serious amount of tears were spilled at Heathrow airport when Rosie clung to her parents, suddenly realising that she wouldn’t be able to hug them for months. John was a mess to, and it was in situations like these, Sherlock found his aptitude to be strong for all of them. He murmured soothing words to them both, wrapping them up in his arms, letting them cry, while he kissed them tenderly.

“Be in touch as often as you see fit, Bee,” Sherlock said softly while cradling Rosie’s face. “I won’t hesitate to call in a favour from uncle Myc if necessary.”

Rosie beamed up at her Papa with blurry eyes and smiled, then giggled as she pictured her uncle receiving said call.

After one last group hug, Rosie walked away from them to her future. John grabbed Sherlock’s hand tight and when Rosie had disappeared in the crowd, Sherlock pulled a shaky John to his chest and kissed the top of his head.

“She’ll be fine, John. She’s a Watson, after all.”

“A Holmes Watson in fact,” John said, lifted his head and kissed Sherlock’s lips.

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This Hard Time au has gotten me, Molly! My heart just melted when lil Neddy recognized his daddy right there in front of him-gutted. But, what got me even more was that despite Kate being left alone, devastated, heartbroken and pregnant by Anthony this doesn’t stop her from sharing the good parts of him w their son. So much so that he recognizes him at first glance?! AND calls him out like he just knows from what he’s heard that his dad will love him. Anthony has to be grateful for the grace shes shown him in that gift. He has to see that there’s still love there, no?

I think, truly, this comes from Kate knowing that Neddy's curious about his Dad. Of course he would be. And she just desperately wants her son to know that even though his father's not there: Neddy is so loved.

She loves him desperately, and no matter what happened that complicated things, no matter how hurt she is, or the fact that she hasn't been to a train station since that day because she can't, honestly: Neddy was made with so much love. She did love Anthony then, she might still be in love with him if she let herself think about it. She's definitely never felt like that since. She loved Anthony, and she felt loved. He didn't choose her but she thought he loved her then. He liked her enough that he'd asked her to marry him, and they'd been stupid teens but she thought it meant something.

"Did you love him?" Neddy asked when he sat on her lap and looked through the box of pictures she had of them together. "You were pretty Amma."

Kate chuckled, "Thank you, baby boy. Am I not anymore?"

"You're the prettiest of all the girls." Neddy grinned up at her and he looked so much like Anthony that she almost cried.

"You're sweet." Kate brushed his hair back from his eyes as he looked up at her, "I did love Anthony. Very much."

"Did he love you?"

Kate sighed, not quite sure how to answer that question but she nodded, "He loved me the best he could. He told me he loved me everyday, and when he hugged me it felt like there wasn't anyone else in the whole world."

"That's what your cuddles feel like." Neddy kissed her cheek. "I love your cuddles. He must have felt special."

"Thank you, baby, I hope so."

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Part 5 of still unnamed Asexual Spectrum AU (QAF)

The next day, Justin wore his best pair of jeans and a light blue button-down with his dark navy cable knit over it. This sweater was one of the few things he had left from his parents. It was Brooks Brothers. The only reason he knew that was because his mother made sure he knew it when she gifted it to him for Christmas his senior year. Justin knew the sweater probably made him seem pretentious, considering the event, but it was the only nice sweater he currently owned, and he wanted to look his best.

Justin had no expectations of selling any of his art. None of it was particularly spectacular or even meaningful to anyone outside of himself. Except maybe the one of Brian, but Lindsay was the only one who truly cared about it, and she wasn’t able to afford the price tag. She had told him as much yesterday when he had returned to the center with Emmett. Justin had already decided that if it didn’t sell today, he would gift the drawing to her. If anyone deserved to have it, it was her.

He was nervously standing in front of his section of the exhibit when he looked up and saw his mother enter the center. He hadn’t seen her in months. Not since the day his father handed him $2000 and told him that if he insisted on continuing with his disgusting lifestyle, he could leave. So, Justin had packed up a few of his things and left. That day, his mother hugged him and told him she loved him and that she would talk to his father. Nothing came of that, and so Justin and Mrs. Taylor hadn’t spoken since August. Five months of complete silence from the one person Justin had thought he could always count on.

“Mom?!” Justin accepted her hug, shock still evident on his face.

“Oh, my sweet boy!” His mother’s lavender scent permeated every cell in Justin’s body as they continued to embrace. “Daphne told me your art was going to be featured. I had to come and see.”

“Why haven’t you called me back? I tried calling you a couple times these last few months.” Justin asked, vulnerably barely above a whisper.

“Justin.” His mom’s voice held so much unsaid emotion, and he knew the response that was coming. “Your dad. He is adamant about his decision.”

“Then what are you doing here? How’d you explain it to him?” Justin steeled himself against the tears that threatened to fall.

“He’s in Aspen for the weekend. He says it's for work, but I know it’s not.” She looked away from Justin and toward the art on the wall behind him. “Oh, Justin! This is beautiful.”

She stood before the sketch he had made of Molly at her dance recital. There was a sadness to her that Justin had never seen before. His mom had always been strong, stoic, and proud. But the woman before him was fragile and cracked. He knew that he was to blame for that. If he’d just stayed in the closet, his father wouldn’t have made her choose between her husband and her son.

“Yeah, I drew this right after her recital back in July. The last thing we did together as a family.” Justin stepped forward and silently forgave his mom for the sacrifices she had to make. “I miss her.”

“She misses you too.” Mrs. Taylor turned to her son and placed a gentle hand on his cheek. “She asks me at least once a week when your father is going to let you come home.”

“I’m sorry. I caused everyone so much pain. That was never my intention.” Justin started to apologize but stopped when his mom moved her hand to his chest.

“We’re getting a divorce.”

“What?” Justin shook his head slightly, trying to make sense of the news. “I can’t let you leave him because I messed up.”

“Oh, honey. I’m not leaving him because you messed up. He did. Your father was wrong to cut you off from us completely. I’m just sorry it took me this long to see it.” His mom pulled him into another hug. Justin could feel the tears escape before he had the chance to swipe them away.

They were still hugging when Brian walked over. Justin wasn’t even aware that he’d even come. But there he was in all his glory. It was the first time they were face to face since the night they kissed, right before Christmas. And here he was, crying. Justin pulled out of his mom’s embrace and quickly wiped his cheeks to divulge them of any tear tracks.

He cleared his throat, “H-hello, Brian. Shocked to see you here.”

Brian gave his signature smirk and tucked his tongue into his cheek before he responded. “I heard that a local artist had drawn the likes of me. So, naturally, I had to come check it out.”

“Of course.” Justin tucked his lips between his teeth and softly chuckled.

Mrs. Taylor cleared her throat and gave Justin a pointed look. He took a deep breath in and then exhaled before he turned to Brian.

“Mom, this is Brian. Brian, this is my mom.”

“How do you know my son?” Justin’s mom asked as Brian shook her hand.

“He works at the diner. We all eat there from time to time. You get to know one another. It’s a small community.” He gave her his most charming smile, but when he looked over her shoulder to Justin, his look changed. There was something charged about the way his gaze bore into Justin’s eyes.

“Yeah. Brian works for a local ad agency. His best friend’s mom is my boss.” Justin let out the breath he’d been holding and added a bit more context.

“Like I said, small community,” Brian whispered and then ducked his head.

“So, Justin. Tell me about these other pieces.” Justin turned his attention away from Brian, who was now studying the sketch of himself, and back to his mom.

“This one here is called The Graveyard Shift. It’s of the diner where I work. My boss typically picks up that shift because no one else wants it. That’s here, there.” Justin pointed to the drawing positioned to the right of the one of Molly.

“I had no idea you were working at a diner.” Mrs. Taylor whispered, her tone dripping with awe for the talent her son displayed in his art. “I figured you had to be working somewhere. I just never expected it to be a diner.”

“I needed to join the gay community here. For myself.” Justin took his mom’s hands in his and looked her in the eyes, begging her to understand.

“Of course.” Mrs. Taylor removed her hands from Justin’s only to wrap one of her arms around his shoulder and took in the next two drawings, his still lifes. “I’m so proud of you.”

Justin just smiled and didn’t say a word. Brian was still standing there staring at the drawing of himself and Gus, but Justin didn’t care if the man heard every word. It was important to him that his mom had shown up. At first, he was ready to murder Daphne, but now that they’d had a chance to talk, Justin could see she loved him. There was still so much they needed to talk through and work out if she ever wanted to be as big a part of Justin’s life as she used to be, but her showing up today was huge. She knew it, Justin knew it, and from the subtle smile on Brian’s face, he knew it as well.

“Justin!” He was pulled out of his thoughts by the breathless exclamation of his mom, who had just reached the drawing of Brian. Justin smiled to himself, knowing that she loved it as much as he did.

“I drew that a few weeks ago, right before Christmas.” Justin tried to nonchalantly shrug it off as no big deal.

But then Brian did something unexpected. He wrapped himself around Justin from behind and muttered against his ear, but loud enough that Justin’s mom could hear, “You got every detail correct. All the way down to the expression on Gus’ face when he eats.”

“Is this you?” Mrs. Taylor addressed Brian.

He didn’t let go of Justin, but his face pulled back a bit in order to respond. “Your son drew me and my son.”

“This truly is a work of art.” Mrs. Taylor turned back to stare at the drawing once more.

Brian pulled Justin away from his mom and over to a corner of the room where barely anyone else stood. Justin wasn’t sure what Brian’s intentions were, and Justin didn’t know if he’d be able to stop him if the older man decided to kiss him again, especially not with what Brian was wearing. The man was dressed in a form-fitting black sweater and a pair of nice but tight slacks.

“Why do you look as though you are going to shit yourself?” Brian finally asked once they were alone. “I’ve been watching you since I arrived, and you’ve only become more distressed the more time passes.”

“What?” Justin was expecting any number of things to come out of Brian’s mouth, but concern for him was not one of them.

“Did I use any particularly hard-to-understand words?” Brian teased.

“You’ve been watching me?” Justin’s voice came out in a squeak.

Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. “When you say it like that, I sound insane.”

“Well, I’m not the one watching people.”

“No, you’re just the one crying and looking distressed. Is it your mom?” Brian put a hand on Justin’s shoulder and looked him over critically. “Because I know how to handle crappy moms.”

“My mom is fine. We just…” Justin sighed, his throat closing up and tears forming in his eyes once more. “FUCK.”

Brian didn’t say anything or remove his hand from Justin’s shoulder. He just let the blonde process whatever emotions he needed to process in order to get the words out. Justin was grateful for that.

“In August, my dad kicked me out of the house with nothing but a small bag of clothes and things and a couple grand in cash. My mom tried to stop him, but he told her she had to choose.” Justin licked his lips, “She chose him. Until now. Now, she said she’s divorcing him and that she’s sorry.”

“Do you believe her?” Brian’s voice was calm, quiet, and gentle. Something Justin was still getting used to hearing from him.

“I want to.” The ‘but’ Justin wants to say remains unsaid.

“But her initial reaction and choice hurt you.” Brian finished his thought correctly.

“Yeah.”

Brian moved his hand to cup Justin’s cheek. He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on Justin’s lips. “You have to do what brings you happiness. Who cares what anyone else thinks.”

Their foreheads connected as Justin closed his eyes and tried to get his racing heart under control.

“I meant what I said a few weeks ago. I should be running away, but all I want to do is get closer to you.”

Justin took a few deep breaths before he responded. “And I meant what I said. I may never want sex.”

Justin pulled away from Brian entirely and headed over to chat with Debbie and Lindsay, who were by the drink station. He needed to clear his head. Being around Brian was never good for the logical side of his brain, which he needed for this event.

“Hey, Sunshine!” Debbie greeted him with a smile. “I met your mom. She’s a very nice lady.”

“Yeah. She’s pretty great.” Justin shrugged his shoulders; he couldn’t hide anything from Debbie, so he decided that he didn’t even want to try.

“Justin,” Just then, his mom was there. Before he turned around to face her, Justin plastered a fake smile on his face.

“I have to go pick up Molly from a playdate, but I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. Your art means something.” She wrapped him in a hug.

“Thanks, Mom,” Justin replied, letting her hug him tightly. He never wanted the safety and security he felt in her arms to go away, but as soon as they pulled apart, it did. To be replaced by the uncertainty her presence now brought.

After she was gone, Justin turned back to Debbie and Lindsay, who stood there in sympathetic silence. Then, he was wrapped up in Debbie’s arms once more. This time when the tears fell from his eyes, he let them.

“She came. That’s a big deal. Forget that she hasn’t spoken to you in months. She was here today, of all days, to support you. Remember that. She loves you.” Debbie whispered sagely.

Justin spent the next hour walking around and mingling with the other artists on display. He learned that the GLC offered free art courses in a studio from time to time, but that for more advanced artists, the time in class was better spent working on something else. Justin made a note to look into attending these free courses once school was on break for the summer. He had almost managed to make it through the rest of the show without another interaction with Brian when the man cornered him.

It was ten minutes to the end, and Justin was back to standing near his art. Brian sidled up next to him with his signature mischievous smile on his lips.

“You know, I heard a tired old queen telling his friend that your art lacks a certain sex appeal.” Brian gently nudged Justin’s shoulder with his own.

“Did you now.” Justin smiled. The two stood side-by-side, not even making eye contact.

“Yes, but clearly, they hadn’t seen the drawing of me because I ooze sex appeal. Even in charcoal.”

Justin shook his head and laughed. “Never lose your self-entitlement.”

“Are you finally admitting you find me charming?”

Justin didn’t respond. He didn’t have to because a moment later, Brian continued.

“Never lose your artistic eye. You see the world differently than most people. You always manage to find the nugget of goodness inside everyone.”

“It’s something that could get you any job you want once you graduate. Even in the art department at Ryder.” Brian finished, and then he was gone.

Later, when Justin was taking down his art display, he was informed that someone bought his drawings of Molly and Brian. He couldn’t be sure who bought the one of Molly, but he’d bet big money that Brian was now the proud owner of his sketch of him and Gus.

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scarfacemarston · 6 months

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Abigail Roberts A-Z Fluff Prompt

The rest are found through here. E - Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Breakups are always awkward, but she has had some experience with it - just not in conventional ways. As a sex worker, some clients would fall in love with her, and she would have to carefully and gently break it off.

She was professional but kind about it. You never know how people are going to react. She ended her relationship with John in the epilogue completely devastated. It was an act of finality that was the result of a woman at her wit's end. However, once John won her back, there was no way she would ever leave him again unless he went back to his old ways.

If it's someone outside of John, she would be quiet and keep it together the best she can. It comes off as a little "professional" sounding, but that is her way of trying not to fall apart or making it messier than needed. She'll say her piece and then wish you the best, and that is that.

F - Fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As mentioned before, she never expected to have a real family after everything she went through. She thought John would be her chance, but those dreams were dashed until chapter 3. It's definitely something she's craved, but after John, she felt like no one would want a "used-up single mother." If it was an OC/Sadie, they would have to take a lot of time to earn her trust, but once she did? Head over heels, ride or die. She fantasized about the family with John, and it was a dream when it finally happened. However, I think it would happen quicker with a different partner because of less baggage. She definitely wants to get married, whether it's formal or a Boston marriage, if she's with a woman.

G - Gentle (how gentle they, both physically and emotionally?) Canon Abigail is very strong. We see her in Chapter 1 hauling John to the wagon with Charles's help………she takes at least ⅓ of the strength. She also can tack by herself, as seen in the epilogue. I would also imagine she has some strength from carrying Jack around all day. HOWEVER, if we're talking about physical touch, she is very gentle, ----but lord behold, if she needs to prevent you from going somewhere, she has a freakishly strong grip. Jack and John know this very well. She gently pats people on the shoulder or gives the lightest of touches on the back in a soothing way.

Emotionally - she is a tough woman who doesn't like to wear her emotions on her sleeve - despite that, she still manages to show her depression and anger when she doesn't want to. However, this is usually in extreme circumstances. She is a tell it as it is a person like Molly, but she is very tactful in how she speaks. She is also gentle with Tilly but also tries to help her see things she didn't see before. She is extraordinarily gentle with Sadie and Jack. She tries to with John, but she is very insecure about it, considering how often she's rebuffed.

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Abigail is definitely a hugger once she knows you. She gives tight, bone-crushing hugs. The type where you're like, "How does this slight woman have this much strength!" They're warm and safe. She especially gives them when she's excited. See Jack in chapter 4, Arthur and John in chapter 5, and Sadie and John in the epilogue. I'm pretty sure she's also given Charles a bone-crushing hug. She's just so full of joy when she's hugging someone she cares about. However, they can also be sweet and tender, especially with people like Jack, but he's not the only one. She'd do the same for her partner, depending on the situation.

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blackhakumen · 1 year

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Mini Fanfic #1059: Group of Friends (Epithet Erased)

3:34 p.m. at Sweet Jazz City's Boardwalk........

Phoenicia: (Gasps Loudly and Eyes Sparkled at What is in Front of Her) S-S-Sh-Sh-S-Sh

Trixie: (Sighs While Rolling Their Eyes) And Cue the obnoxious cuteness overload in 3.......2-

Phoenicia: (Happily Picks Up the Golden Sheep From Sylvie's Lap and Hugs It) SHEEEEEEEP!~

Trixie: Huh. A second early. Should be a new record.

Phoenicia: You can summon these bundle of cuteness at will?~

Sylvie: (Simply Nodded While Sitting Next to Molly on a Bench) As many as I want. Sheeps were my favorite animals growing up, so it wasn't too surprising that summoning them happens to be one of the abilities my epithet allows me to use.

Trixie: (Takes a Closer Look at the Sheep While Rubbing Their Chin) Not a bad ability you got there, doc. (Turns to Sylvie) Can they do anything besides being fluffy and cute? Or get adopted by sheep girl over here?

Phoenicia: I'm gonna name him Chuck!~

Chuck the Sheep: ('Bahhhhhh')

Sylvie: (Smiles Sheepishly) They.....don't really do much in terms of offensive attacks. B-But they can form together a pretty solid defense wall if I can summoning twenty or more of them.

Molly: (Smiles Brightly) They can even form a fluffy pillow and bed to nap on.

Chuck: ('Bah')

Phoenicia: SUCH MAGNIFICENCE!!~ (Clasps her Hands Together and Closes her Eyes) This is it. (Opens her Eyes Again) I cannot keep hiding my inner feelings any longer. (Points Up at the Sky With Full Determination Written All Over Her Face) TODAY IS THE DAY I SHALL POP THE QUESTION!!

Sylvie: I'm sorry, what now?

Molly: Oh no.

Trixie: (Covers Their Face Up In Pure Annoyance and Embarrassment) Stoooooooooppppp!....

Phoenicia: (Gives Chuck to Molly) Hold my baby boy for me, will you, Molly?

Chuck: ('Bah')

Molly: (Gives her Best Friend a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Feenie, don't this.

Phoenicia: I shall and must! (Turns Away and Clears Her Throat Before Turning Back to Sylvie With a Lovely Dovey Look on her Face) Dr. Sylvester Ashling~

Sylvie: (Starts Getting Confused on What's Happening Right Now) Uhh...yes? Also, you can just call me Sylvie if you want.

Phoenicia: Lovely nickname, but that's beside the point. (Gently Grab Sylvie's Hand) Would you make me the happiest girl in the world and marry m-

Trixie: OKAY! I'm tired and grossed out by this! (Grabs Feenie by the Back of the Shirt and Pulls Her Away From Sylvie) Get over here!

Phoenicia: Flabbergasted by Trixie's Action) T-Trixie! What are you doing? Let go!!

Trixie: (Glares at Feenie) Not until you put your stupid, mushy love fantasies in a nearby tombstone!

Phoenicia: I will do no such thing!!!

The two girls starts bickering with one another while Sylvie and Molly watches in the mid distance.

Sylvie: Well.....that happened.

Molly: ('Sigh') Sorry you had to witness that, Sylvie. Feenie can get pretty dramatic when it comes to everything romance related.

Sylvie: (Turns to Molly With a Sheepish Smile) Oh no, it's fine, really. If anything, I'm just glad her and Trixie are taking a liking to me. (Grabs his Chin) At least, I hope they are.....

Molly: (Smiles Softly to Sylvie) They are. And you're doing great opening up and socializing with them so far.

Sylvie: Thanks. I'll try not to bore you guys too much on our time together.

Molly: (Pouts Lightly) Will you stop thinking bad about yourself? I don't find you boring at all.

Chuck: ('Bah')

Molly: See? Even Chuck agrees with me.

Sylvie: ('Sigh') Look, I know you don't, but, well-

????: GREEEEETINGS, ONE AND ALL! FOR I, RICK SHADES, HAVE FINALLY ARRIVED!

Molly/Trixie: (Smiles Brightly at a Very Familiar Face Before Coming Over to See Him) Rick!~

Phoenicia: Our DEAR!!~

Sylvie: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Rick Shades?

Chuck: ('Bah')

Molly: How have you been?

Phoenicia: (Happily Gives Rick a Hug) We missed you ever so!~

Trixie: Mr. Naven and that limo driver hasn't been boring you too much lately, haven't they?

Rick: (Happily Shakes his Head) Oh heavens no. I adored every moment I've spent with the both of them. Yoomy especially. She taught me how to drive a limo around the town a few days ago.

Phoenicia: Really?

Trixie: (Grins in a Gremlin Liks Fashion) Nice!

Molly: (Smiles Sheepishly) Sounds fun. But uh...you...didn't get into too much trouble on the wheel, did you?

Rick: Oh not completely. Just a few accidents here and there which got me a speeding ticket, banned from ever stepping inside the vehicle without Naven's presence, and enrolled to a driving lessons class! Which bored me to tears everyday!

Trixie: (Gently Pats Rick's Back) I feel your pain, man.

Phoenicia: Oh come now. I think it's wonderful you're taking classes on how to properly drive.

Molly: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yeah, maybe we can help you study when it's time for you to take the test. Ooh! Speaking of which.....

Molly turns back to see Sylvie lightly brushing Chuck's fur before calling out his name to come over to her and the others.

Sylvie: (Sighs While Getting Himself Up From the Bench While Holding Chuck in his Arms) Welp, time to go meet this Rick guy I guess. (Makes his Way to the Group)

Chuck: ('Bah')

Molly: Rick, I like to introduce to Slyvie. A friend of mines I made in the museum that night. (Turns Back to Sylvie) Sylvie, meet Rick Shades.

Trixie: A wizard we found half dead by the shores.

Sylvie: Nice to meet you- Wait. Wizard? (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) Half dead!?

Rick: (Happily Nodded) Yep! Been starved, dehydrated, and unresponsive for three and half days! On an unrelated note....(Looks Down at the Sheep Sylvie's Holding as his Eyes Begins to Sparkle) Who is this cute little fella?~

Chuck: ('Bah')

Phoenicia: (Smiles Brighty) Chuckson Fleecity XVI, my pride and joy!~

Rick: (Turns Back to Feenie) You became a mother, Phoenicia? Congratulations!~

Phoenicia: Thank you. (Wipes a Single Tear From her Eyes) I've only known him for a day, but if anyone were to ever try to harm him, I will not hesitate to burn this entire city down to ashes including myself!~

Rick: (Let's Out a Hardy Laugh, Much to Everyone Else's Grimamce) How morbid yet so sweet! That sheep won't have any problems with you by his side.

Phoenicia: (Simply Nodded) That's right. (Happily Hugs Sylvie's Arm) And his existence to this world alone was all thanks to this handsome fellow I fell in love with!~

Trixie: (Glares at Feenie in Annoyance While Pulling her Away From Sylvie) Quit it with the delusional love fantasy, Feenie.

Phoenicia: Never!

Rick: (Turns Back to Sylvie) Ah, so you're the one responsible for creating this ball of fluff and cuteness.

Sylvie: (Hesitant to Give this Rick Shades Fellow the Full Details of his Abilities) Uhhh....Yes? I can create as many sheeps as I want. Among....other things.....

Rick: (Smiles Brightly) Splendid! I believe this amazing discovery calls for a handshake in friendship! (Pulls his Hand Out Towards Sylvie With a Smirk on his Face) Don'tcha think?

Sylvie watches the small bits of black electricity flickering around Rick's hand as he moves it back and forth with his eyebrows bouncing up and down and saying "Eh? Ehhhhh?"

He did remember Trixie saying he's a wizard of some kind, which admittedly peaks his interest of him slightly, but it didn't stop the young psychologist to feel a bit weirded out by his presence completely. Not to say he doesn't like him or anything of the sorts, he seems nice enough as it is so far. He just couldn't help but think that there's a whole lot more to this guy than he's leading himself on.

Before Sylvie could try coming up with something say, something that would excuse him from shaking the wizard's hand effectively, a voice suddenly chimes in and saves him all the trouble.

Molly: (Crosses her Arms at Rick With a Soft Glare on her Face) Rick, we talked about this. You can't keep coming off strong to every new person you want to be friends with.

Rick: Even those with epithets?

Molly: Especially those with epithets. It takes times and effort to form a lasting bond. (Places her Hands on Both of her Hips) And it won't truly start if you keep pestering people to shake your hand, now would it?

Rick: (Stares at Molly For a Few Seconds Before Sighing in Defeat) Yes, I suppose you do have a point there. (Turns Back to Sylvie) Sorry about that, Sylvie, was it? I'm still working on how to make friends more properly. B-But I sincerely hope, from the bottom of my heart, that the both of us will be able get along as the day goes by.

Sylvie stares at the sincerely in Rick's eyes, under the shades he wearing before forming a small smile on face and nodded in agreement.

Sylvie: Thank you, Rick Shades. I hope we can get along too. I like your sunglasses. They looks good on you.

Rick: (Gasps Before Forming a Bright Smile) Why, thank you!~ I have this bad boy with me for the longest time now. I think the glasses you're wearing looks perfect on you.

Sylvie: (Blushes a Bit By the Compliment) Oh, thanks. I have these since I was younger, so-

Before he could finish his sentence, three water balloons thrown by three jocks riding bicycles, suddenly hits the back of Sylvie's head, making him drop Chuck from off his hands and his glasses from off his face, much of everyone's surprise.

Molly: Sylvie!

Jock: Hope you enjoy the refreshing splash, Sheep Boi! (Laughs Alongside his Pals as They Start Riding Off)

Phoenicia: (Fuming With Anger) Hey! (Shakes her Fist at the Laughing Jocks) Who gives you the right be rude jerks to him, you....JERKS!!!

Sylvie: (Groans in Annoyance as He Picks Up his Glasses) Of course....

Molly: (Picks Chuck Back Up in her Arms) Sylvie, who were they just now?

Sylvie: (Wipes his Glasses Off a Bit Before Putting it Back on his Face) Randell and his football team. He's my neighbor's son who's the same age as me. But he always have to find a way make my life more stressful than it already is! One time, when I was heading to my office to work, him and his friends cornered me, took my glasses out of my face, and started throwing it at one another for two minutes and a half straight before I trip and fell on a pile of mud. Then, a few days after that, I came home and found out that they SOMEHOW got into my apartment and made it a complete mess! And I can't tell his parents about all of this on the account that they never liked me from the very beginning for whatever reason, so now I have to suck it up and deal with the fact that their hell spawn is gonna mess with me every single chance that he gets! (Sighs Heavily While Pinching his Nose) It's infuriating.....

Trixie: I can get 'em back for you.

Sylvie: (Turns to Trixie) Wait, you can do that?

Trixie: Heck yeah. (Smirks Proudly) Well known fact about me, four-eyes, but I happen to be a champ at seeking vengeance on those who deserves it. Just give me a day or two for preparations and those meatheads won't know what hit 'em.

Rick: (Raises his Hand Impatiently) Ooh ooh! Can I help out with your potential master plan? I'm a huge fan of everything revenge related!

Molly: ('Sigh') I suppose I'll help out too. And make sure we don't get ourselves into too much trouble.....

Phoenicia: I normally do not condone the acts of harming others. (Gets Angry Again) I will RIP those scoundrels to pieces if they ever mess with Sylvie again!!

Everyone stares at Feenie in silence with surprise and fear written all over their faces.

Trixie: Calm down, girl. We're just pranking them.

Chuck: ('Bah')

Sylvie: I....really appericate all of this, you guys. But you don't have to go out of your way to get them back for me.

Trixie: True. But what kind of friends we would be if let 'em get away with it?

Sylvie: (Eyes Begins to Widened at the Word That Came Out if Trixie's Mouth) Friends? You......really like having me around?

Rick: (Smiles Brightly Along With Everyone Else) Of course we do, champ. You seem like a nice enough fellow to all of us at least.

Phoenicia: We want nothing more than to form an everlasting bond with you from tis day forward.

Molly: And I think now it's a good time to have ourselves some-

'Sniff'

Molly: Fun?

The gang turn to see tears beginning to form up on Sylvie's eyes much to their concern.

Rick: Are.... you alright there, Champ?

Sylvie: (Quickly Wipes the Tears Away) ('Sniff') Yeah, yeah, I'm alright. Just.... ('Sniff') getting some water out of my face. It's definitely not because of what you guys said or anything. (Let's Put a Wet Chuckle) That'll be ridiculous.

Molly: Oh Sylvie! (Gives Sylvie a Loving Hug) It's okay.

Phoenicia: (Joins in on the Hug Along With Trixie) There's no need for to hold it in any longer. Cry as much as you want, dear.

Trixie: Anyone who has a problem with that will have us to answer to. We got your back on this, four eyes.

Rick: (Happily Joins in on the Group Hug) What they say and then some!

Chuck: (Rubs his Cheek onto Sylvie's Leg) ('Baaah')

With little to nothing else to say, Sylvie finally begins to let out his pent up his emotions and cry his eyes out. His cry was loud enough to gain attention of folks walking by, giving him and the gang weird looks in process, but he didn't care.

As long as his new group of friends are there by his side to give him love and care he's been wanting for years on end, then the young psychologist can keep crying until his voice decides to give out on him. It is in his rights to do (not completely, but still).

@cyber-wildcat

@keyenuta

@epithet-erased-textposts

@aprilbrowines

#epithet erased #sylvie ashling #molly blyndeff #phoenica fleecity #trixie roughouse #rick shades #chuck the sheep #naven (mentioned)#yoomtah (mentioned)#cute friendship #lots of fuff #pure friendship #humor #edited

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tgammsideblog · 1 year

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Tgamm S1 Ep 10-A ¨Festival of Lights¨ Episode analysis

Episode Writer: Peri Segel

Libby invites Molly and the rest of the Mcgee family to celebrate the last day of Hanukkah. Together they spend the night while Libby shows them her traditions...

¨Festival of Lights¨ is an episode that it’s hard to talk about because it contains a lot of different things and the themes it explores. The episode is divided in 8 segments, which is a reference to the 8 days of Hanukkah. This is a creative way to do the premise and it’s a nice to represent this important Jewish tradition.

To do this analysis, i’m going to talk about the episode in general and then highlight segments that require a more detailed observation.

For starters, i think one thing that makes ¨Festival of Lights¨ so effective it is that there are plenty of funny moments while Libby shows all these different jewish traditions to the McGee family. It manages to represent Hanukkah in a way that makes it very entertaining for the viewers to watch. In addition to this, everyone is very in character. The interactions between Libby and the Mcgee family are pretty sweet to see, There is some great character development for Libby and Scratch as characters, which makes it even more worth watching it.

Another thing i noticed it is that this episode has been praised as one of the best representations of Hannukkah in an animated show. I have seen many people who are from jewish community talk about how accurate it is and that they really appreciate it. Now, i’m not jewish myself to fully judge this aspect but get the impression that people who worked in this story went an extra step in comparison to other shows. Each segment explores a different part of Hannukah. There is one about food, one about history and another about games. There are things i haven’t seen in animated series before in Hanukkah themed specials.

Moving on the segments, the first has one of two songs sequences. The whole lyrics involve Scratch singing about how much he loves fried food, not, really- that what the song is about and it’s pretty good. It has a 40′s-50′s jazz vibes to it, separating it from other songs of the show. The visuals are excellent. They are imaginative and very funny. We see Libby and Scratch acting friendly to each other while Libby shows Scratch the variety of food there is.

The Fourth segment is about the ¨miracle box¨. It’s about people writing something they consider a miracle that happened to them that year, put it inside the box and then other people have to read it out loud. There is a very sweet moment Leah, Libby’s mother, mentions that Libby is her ¨miracle¨. I like how Leah really cares about her daughter. It’s cute. The highlight of this segment is Scratch doing the best he can to stop others from reading his miracle. He is very anxious during the entire the scene, showing that he doesn’t want others to read his not out loud. When Pete reads Scratch’s miracle it is revealed to be ¨I used to haunt a house, now i haunt a home¨ and all of them quickly hug Scratch because of how heartwarming it is. Before the events of the series, Scratch was completely living alone by himself. When the Mcgees moved in, the house became a home for him because found himself becoming part of the Mcgee family. Although he still feels nervous about telling others how he feels, it’s nice to see him admitting that he considers himself a Mcgee now.

The fifth segment involves the second song sequence of Libby reciting a poem based on Hanukkah. It’s great to see that her overcoming her stage fright is continued here with performing in front of an audience. Lara Jill Miller’s performance is very moving here. You can feel this is imporant for Libby. She enjoys celebrating her culture and reciting poetry.

The seventh is, perhaps, the most well known segment from this special. It’s about a flashback scene showing how Leah’s ancestors were survivors of the Kristallnacht event and fleed to America to start a new life. The menorah was passed down generation to generation until Leah inherited it. It’s a beautiful mature sequence for what usually it is a lighthearted show. It was very bold of the team to do this scene and without barely any line of dialogue required. It remains subtle at the same time it easy for the younger audience to understand the implications. I rarely see animated series referencing historical events, so, this is highly appreciated.

The story ends with what it is the eighth last segment. The lights return to the city (they went out at the start of the episode). Molly finds out that Scratch has eaten all the latkes and pops his stomach as all the Mcgee family laughs, Scratch included.

In conclusion: ¨Festival of Lights¨ is an excellent episode with very heartwarning moments. It’s a great representation of Hanukkah and explores it in multiple ways. It also touches complicated themes in a way that is well executed. Easily one of the best episodes of this season.

#The Ghost And Molly McGee #tgamm #Tgamm the festival of lights #hanukkah #libby stein-torres #molly mcgee #scratch mcgee #Tgamm episode analysis

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lookwhatyoumademedohaha · 1 year

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The Weasely Family Cast

Everybody's talking about the Harry Potter reboot but you know what I really want to see in it?

An Indian Weasely Family. The Weasely family being wholesome,sweet, and absolutely chaotic. Fred and George up to no good. Charlie being the revolutionary rebel. Bill just being a loving brother and silently causing chaos and blaming it on Fred and George. Percy being Percy but occasionally joining in the fun. Ginny being teased by her brothers and fighting with them and being spoiled by them. Ron looking up to his brothers who are always there for him. Their sibling bond being chaotic and fun but at the end of the day, they are always there for each other.

I want Molly and Arthur being couple goals. Molly cooking dinner and Arthur coming home to her with groceries. Molly scolding the children strictly and Arthur just nodding in the background agreeing with her. Molly and Arthur hugging and kissing and cuddles their children and giving them the best they can.

They might not be the richest family but their home is filled with love, forgiveness, happiness,warmth, acceptance and laughter.

Let me dream of a universe where the below casting is actually possible.

Ron Weasley - Ali Hadji-Heshmati

And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?”

“Throw it away and punch him on the nose," Ron suggested.

Ginny Weasely - Mandip Gill

"Well, that was a bit stupid of you, seeing as you don't know anyone but me who's been possessed by You-Know-Who."

Bill Weasely - Sacha Dhawan

Bill was — there was no other word for it — cool. He was tall, with long hair that he had tied back in a ponytail. He was wearing an earring with what looked like a fang dangling from it. Bill’s clothes would not have looked out of place at a rock concert, except that Harry recognized his boots to be made, not of leather, but of dragon hide.

Charlie Weasely - Vihaan Samat

‘How’re you doing, Harry?’ said the nearer of the two, grinning at him and holding out a large hand, which Harry shook, feeling calluses and blisters under his fingers. This had to be Charlie, who worked with dragons in Romania. Charlie was built like the twins, shorter and stockier than Percy and Ron, who were both long and lanky. He had a broad, good-natured face, which was weather-beaten and so freckly that he looked almost tanned; his arms were muscly, and one of them had a large, shiny burn on it.

Percy Weasely - Dev Patel

"Hello, Minister!" bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. "Did I mention I'm resigning?"

Fred and George Weasely - Kanan Gill and Biswa Kalyan Rath or Kanan Gill and Kenny Sebastian (I know that they aren't identical but they just give me Fred and George vibes)

"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea."

"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said the other twin. "Once-"

"Or twice-"

"A minute-"

"All summer-"

"Oh, shut up," said Percy the Prefect.

Molly Weasely and Arthur Weasely - Kajol and Shah Rukh Khan

"...your father and I were made for each other, what was the point in waiting?"

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Today was a really nice day. I'm really glad we went to visit my parents. That was the best thing to do today. To finish celebrating our first year of marriage. It felt good.

I slept a little better last night. Sadly James did not. But they said they were alright when I got up. When my alarm went off I would stretch and give them a hug and then went to get dressed.

I love this dress. It always makes me feel like a princess. It was the dress I wore for the park party after our wedding so it'll always be special. And I love my new necklace and earrings and I was just feeling good.

We would leave around 845 and drove to get the Fulwilers.

They were not ready. Not terribly shocking. James would go inside while I waited in the car. James would come out a few minutes later to let me know that Tucker had had to talk to a doctor on the phone so he was still getting dressed. James tried to get me to come inside but I was plenty comfy in the car. And I also thought that if they all knew I was waiting in the car they would be faster.

I think it did help. And we were on the road around 920. Not to much later then I hoped.

It was really nice to see them. Tucker gave me a kiss on my cheek. And then we were off.

It was a two hour journey. They all talked about sports. I worked on some knitting. I scrolled on my phone and we told stories about childhood. It was a nice ride. There wasn't much traffic. I was just having a nice time.

Mom asked me to let her know when we were a few minutes away so she could put the dogs in her bedroom. And we got there at 1130.

And it was so nice to see them!! Hugs all around. Molly was already out so Anne and Tucker got to meet her and James continues to say she is the best dog. Which is true. But once everyone was settled and sitting mom let the other two out and they were all super sweet, even if they were very jumpy for a bit.

It was nice to hug my dad and my mom. They were both looking good. I am still frustrated with mom's dentures and I want her to go somewhere to have them for them better because I worry about her being uncomfortable. But at least dad is doing better with his comfort of his leg. He said they changed the height of the one and it helped a lot. So that's awesome. He was able to walk with a cane for a bit and seems more steady for the most part.

Anne, Tucker, James, and my mom were all talking on one side of the living room and I was focusing on dad. He was talking about the letter the union sent him about the little ceremony they are having tonight, that they were going to present pins for being in the union for 45 years. He had decided not to go and when he told me that a couple weeks ago it made me sad. He deserves to have his special pin. And he really teed me up to pull out the pin I got him from my purse.

And you should have seen his face. He absolutely lit up and it made my whole day it was great. He seemed blown away and so grateful and I was just so happy that I thought to do that. And I got a 50, 55, and a 60 so I'm ready for the next twenty years of union membership. Dad said it was nice that we have that goal to shoot for. He better be alive for those, he promised me 111.

I would bring Anne to my room and shoed her some of my art. It was fun to show off some of the pieces I have there. I did not bring her to the basement studio to show her the work there but that's alright. It was still fun.

We would load into the cars soon to go have lunch at Carlucci's.

I like Carlucci's and they were really nice about getting both of our dads in there safely and didn't knock anyone over. They sat us at a round half table half booth. All the ladies sat on the booth side and the guys were in the chairs. It was funny because none of the ladies feet reached the ground. Silly.

The menu is slightly overwhelming. There aren't a lot of vegetarian options but I ended up getting the eggplant arnauld and a salad. Basically everyone else got seafood bisque which is apparently great. Everyone seemed very happy with it. I liked the bread they brought to the table.

We had excellent conversations. About our marriage. Our DC trip. Medical stuff. I showed off my new jewelery that James got for me. It was fun and the food was really good. James let me try one of their cheese pockets which was very good. I enjoyed hanging out with everyone.

We did get desserts to share. Anne got a cannoli that she shared with Tucker, mom got a limoncello cake she shared with me, and I got a cream brulee that I shared with James. It was great. I had a great time.

I enjoyed talking to everyone about work stuff and research. I shared about my concerns with being a white girl teaching about indigenous people. Much like when mom worked with the African American history program and felt weird about being a spokes person. We are trying our best to do the right thing.

We finished up our meal. I stole all the mints until Anne asked for one. I would have given her more but she did not ask. So I have 7 mints. Excellent. Love butter mints.

We would head back to the house to get a few things mom had collected for me. She had gift wrapped some toilet paper for an anniversary gift which was very funny because your first wedding anniversary is paper. But also thank you for the useful gift!

I went down to the basement when we got back and collected the things mom had laid to the side for me. Then I insisted on everyone coming to the backyard to take a picture.

It was fun setting up a shot. Getting everyone to smile at the same time was a struggle but I teased everyone and did my best. I think it was nice to have a picture together.

The dogs came outside with us and we're being super cute. Molly had her cute little ears flopping around. They can be bad dogs but also they are the best dogs and I love visiting them.

But then it was time to go. I would normally stay for a few more hours but I didn't want to force everyone to do what I wanted. And we would get home around 5 so that would leave a lot of time for evening activities. So it was for the best.

Hugs all around. I love you, miss you already. And then we were off.

It was a pretty chill drive. James put on a podcast for the first hour. I worked on my knitting until my hands hurt and would spend a lot of time just scrolling on my phone. It was a nice drive though and we didn't have to deal with much traffic. We made great time. And dropped off Anne and Tucker at 445.

And we would get home around 5. Me and James would spend a little time discussing buying a house in our drove back from the Fulwilers. Interest rates are to crazy right now and we are hoping for next summer, more or less. But it seems like home prices in the area I want to live are going down or are at least are more inline with what we are hoping to pay. We have started saving for a down payment. And we are thinking about it a lot. It's fun to make plans and have dreams.

I accidently hit the car door on the street sign as soon as we parked. Oops. And as I was checking that out our friend Meagan ran over to return our spare keys which was pretty funny. She apparently saw us around the corner and followed us in her car. It was nice to see her.

We went upstairs and I would work on cleaning the frog tank. Again. I figured out how to take apart my tank vacuum to pinpoint on picking up the snails. I did have an issue where I picked up so many rocks but it's fine. I would go back and forth 5 or 6 times filling the tank and vacuuming over and over. Annoying. It's still not clean. I keep trying. Omelet seems to be doing well at least and doesn't seem bothered by all the nonsense going on in his tank.

James would go for a bike ride. And while they were gone I got a shower and got cozy. And I have just spent the evening chilling. And it's been really nice. Me and James have been hanging out for a while now. Sweetp was here. We're watching a mini doc about the church that did an illegal production of Hamilton. It is making us cringe so bad. But it's a lot of fun to watch it together.

It is time to go to bed now though. I have a busy day tomorrow. James had jury duty. And I have a meeting with creative alliance and then an adult group for a few hours. I think it will be a good day. I hope it is.

Sleep well everyone. Take care of eachother. Goodnight!

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rainbow-beanie · 9 months

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All in the Mind was so good, it might just be my favorite episode of TGAMM overall. It inspired me to ask: What’s your favorite episode(s) of each of your favorite DTVA shows?

OOOOH I LOVE THIS QUESTION!

If we’re talking favorite DTVA shows, I would go with the owl house and of course tgamm.

The owl house favorite episodes: echoes of the past is a very special and important episode in the series, cause up until now king believed himself to be “the king of demons” while everyone else just played along, not once believing this to be true. But this all changes when he figures out the truth: that he is instead the son of the last titan, and that eda took him in shortly after he hatched. Hunting palismen up until hollow mind and onwards are my favorite episodes, cause it features my favorite boy hunter, and his personal journey from being just the golden guard and nephew to the emperor, to being the dorky hunter we all know and love. And I love him with all my heart <3

Tgamm favorite episodes: now it took me AWHILE to get used to the episodic nature of the show, but after awhile I’m proud to say that I have a few favorite episodes! the turnip twist is a very important episode for scratch, set early is season one, it shows scratch feeling very conflicted about ruining the turnip festival that Molly and Pete have been working so hard on, and the last thing he would want to do is let Molly down (at this point in the series it would make sense that scratch wouldn’t necessarily have warmed up to the parents yet, so he’s more phone to worry about Molly’s feelings then anyone else, it’s just how he operates.) But if he doesn’t do anything the ghost council is gonna sentence him to the flow of failed phantoms, which for ghosts is like a worst version of purgatory. This choice was unfortunately made for him when he had accidentally told this to Geoff, and bless his sweet heart, immediately went to ‘save’ him by causing the destruction of the turnip piñata onstage, cause in his words “I’M NOT GONNA LOSE MY BEST FRIEND!!” even if by this point scratch didn’t quite see him as one, this scene is still very sweet.

(Also since scratch is my favorite character, I find great joy in seeing him distressed, don’t worry this is a normal reaction in this fandom)

We love and respect Geoff in this house <3

Festival of Lights is a very warm and comforting episode, not only cause it has the mcgee family and scratch spending Hanukkah with Libby and her mother, it also tells the tale of how and why Hanukkah is so important. I love how we are in the day and age where we get to have episodes revolving around different topics and traditions, cause I don’t think we had such a thing in the past. And if we did it was probably pretty small, so this episode is easily one of my favorites, even if I myself aren’t Jewish, this episode still has a special place in my heart, it also features one of my favorite moments where, during a game where members have to write what they are thankful for and slip it into a miracle box, scratch, unfortunately for him, is forced to reveal the words on his slip of paper, which was “i used to haunt a house, now I haunt a home.” Which understandably embarrasses him greatly upon this being read aloud, after hearing such a sweet message from the often moody ghost, molly and the others are quick to envelop him in a classic mcgee group hug. This is one of the most sweetest moments fr <3

Festival of Lights: during snowflake celebration in brighten, all the Christmas lights burn out, causing Molly and Andrea to ask mr Davenport to donate some of his money to buy new Christmas decorations, he harshly turns them down. Cause a lot of time riches cloud a person’s judgement, causing the person to be greedy. Unfortunately this is one of those instances, after trial and error with Molly trying to have scratch pretend to be the ghosts of the past, present and future, only to fail cause of the fact that Mr Davenport does believe in that sort of stuff, things take a turn when both Molly and scratch run out of ideas as to how to change his mind, Molly, completely devastated by the fact that Christmas was canceled since there were no lights or decorations to spare, decided to go to bed early. This causes scratch to grow angry, cause up until this point he didn’t know of anything that could drain the happiness from Molly Mcgee, and thus resorts to trying to give the man a concussion dragging the man by the ankle into the sky in hopes of scaring him into donating money for the snowflake celebration. Only for Mr Davenport to see how devastated his own daughter, andrea is by the snowflake celebration being cancelled. He decides then and there to change his mind. Which is fine I guess, it at least shows that the man has some heart in there.

Out of house and home/home is where the haunt is: I don’t think I need to explain why these episodes are so important. after an accident involving a ladder and gutters, Pete ends up breaking his leg, and since sharon is constantly out getting gigpig jobs to help get enough money to pay off the hospital bill, and Molly and Darrel out trying to do their part to help as well, scratch has no choice but to stay at home to keep watch over Pete. Which he wouldn’t have been caught DEAD(er) doing at the beginning of the series. And unfortunately even after the hospital bill is payed off, there’s something all of them had forgotten about, which was to pay off the mortgage to the house, causing the mcgee’s to be homeless for a month, and the only thing scratch could do was once again stay at home. But this time instead of taking care of someone, he resorts to scaring away anyone interested in buying the house, cause the second worst thing then being alone in an empty house is being alone in a house with unfamiliar people.

So suffice to say scratch most likely hadn’t had time to get any rest during this time, and I don’t think that’s talked about enough.

The afterlife of the party: still getting used to becoming the chairman after Molly saved him from being sentenced to the flow of failed phantoms, and subsequently destroying said flow and killing the previous chairman, scratch is pleasantly surprised when he’s invited to a party by an unfamiliar face, which to him is MIND BOGGLING, cause after being treated as the “worst of the worst” for possibly his entire afterlife up to this point, he agrees without hesitation, only to be put on the spot when Geoff asked him to go to a party that he’s hosting. And unfortunately scratch makes the mistake of going to the first party and not telling Geoff, instead pretending to be sick, which ended up peeving Molly off. And things only get worse when, shortly after scratch is at the party, Geoff ends up showing up as well, sending him into a panic and trying to hide from him for half the night, jinx is also there to further rub salt in the wound, being the only one that actually knows that scratch is at Geoff and Jeff’s anniversary party, and purposefully decided to not tell him this important information, only cause of the fact that he was involved in the death of the previous chairman, which wasn’t even his fault.

And when scratch is inevitably found out by Geoff after finding him at a churro stand, he finally admits that he had gone to the party instead of Geoff’s, even if it was technically still his party, scratch had no way of knowing that.

The ghost IS Molly mcgee is a very fun episode, which is unexpected cause I usually despise body swap episodes, cause of the possibility of me experiencing second hand embarrassment from one of my favorite characters acting unlike themselves and causing further embarrassment to the character that had been body swaped with, but thankfully this episode didn’t have any of this, and I really enjoyed seeing scratch being a chaotic gremlin and having fun at bossing children around while working on a play written by Libby. It was certainly a nice change to breathe before getting to in the mind. The writers knew what they were doing

In the mind is a FANTASTIC episode, cause it involves one of my favorite tropes, which is characters going inside someone’s mind and getting into the nitty gritty of someone’s mind, and in this case is scratch’s, which, true to form was pretty weird. A most interesting part of the upper level of his mind being the interior of the mcgee house, which as we all know used to be where scratch lived alone before the mcgee’s showed up. So this could possibly reference to how the house had once been all he had known for such a long time after death. Cause after all, before the events of soda to remember, scratch had no prior knowledge as to what his life was before he died, so during the point where he lived inside that dank and dusty house, he couldn’t even reminisce about his life before. Which I think is even worse then having only bad memories to look on upon.

But anyway, the reason why scratch and Molly are in his mind in the first place is cause scratch has the case of ‘the bubbles’ which is basically a literal representation of him bottling up his emotions, and so Molly convinced him to make a portal inside his mind so that they can figure out what was causing it. One montage later the two come across a building with a chest on top, guarded by, weirdly enough a giant monkey (shortly after watching this episode I found out that “monkeys on the mind” can represent anxiety or an anxiety disorder, which means we may have canonical evidence that scratch has anxiety) and scratch finally tells Molly about idia, and how he hadn’t wanted to think about it, cause the thought of forgetting about someone who he had a very close relationship with is terrifying, cause if he forgot something as important as a childhood friend, then what else has he forgotten?

Anyway, yeah that’s all my favorite episodes, or at least ones that live in my head rent free, which I guess is the same thing XD

Sorry if this post is really long, my mind (heh) kinda got away from me, and I ended up having more to say then I thought lol

#ask #the owl house #toh #the ghost and Molly mcgee #scratch mcgee #long post #the fact I have more to say about tgamm then the toh really shows how strong my hyperfixion on this show is 🤣#now if only tumblr allowed me to put more then one video in a singular post #that could have helped me get my words across better

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 2 years

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Sick On Vacation

@sicktember 2022 Prompt #6

Fandom/OCs: Shane and Molly (Shmolly)

Title: You and Me

Words: 1258

Inspiration: These asks from anons requesting Sick!Molly with Caregiver!Shane and this prompt from @beaugtifuw about shooing away a concerned inquiry while summoning a tissue.

Author’s comments: I don’t usually write female sickies, but Caregiver!Shane is really too cute to resist, so I see why y’all requested this. My adorable golden retriever boy just wants his girl to feel better. Fun fact, I never thought I’d actually use that “summoning a tissue” snippet, but it worked so well here! Snzblr prompts are always so fire.

Anyway, enjoy Sick!Molly here. Sick!Shane is coming later this month :)

“I’m really okay, doc. I’m just gonna sleep all day. You go and have fun on the boat,” Molly insisted, shooing her fiance away with one hand while desperately grabbing a tissue with the other, just in time to catch a pair of messy sneezes:

“Ihh-KIHPTCHH! TZSSHOOO!”

Shane groaned in sympathy. “Oh Moll, bless you. You’re so sick though, baby. I don’t want to leave you all alone. I'd feel so guilty.”

Molly rolled her eyes. “I’m going to be sick whether you’re here or not. My vacation is already ruined. I don’t want yours to be too. Seriously, you’ve been looking forward to this fishing trip for months. And it’s non-refundable. Just go.” She was forced to cough after such a long speech. “Catch a sea bass for me,” she said when she could speak, albeit at a lower volume. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

Shane leaned over to kiss her temple gently. “You’re sweet. Too sweet. If you’re sure you’ll be okay–”

“I’m *sure*, Shane. I’ll be fine. Please get out of here and go have fun so I can listen to my audiobooks in peace.”

Shane laughed. “Okay, okay. I see where I stand. I’ll go. I’ll see you tonight, okay? I’ll bring you back dinner.”

“Sounds good. Love you.”

“Love you more.”

~~~

It was very late when Shane returned to the hotel room. He smelled of booze, fresh air, sweat, and the ocean, and this heady combination enveloped Molly literally and figuratively as he crawled in behind her on the bed and wrapped her in his arms, waking her from her most recent, fitful doze.

"Hey, you're home," she said in a husky voice, rolling over in his arms to press her face into his chest, hugging him close. "How was fishing?"

"It was incredible," he sighed blissfully. "We had an amazing time. The guide said it was the most successful trip he'd seen in months." He would've rambled on, the alcohol loosening his tongue, but he forced himself to quiet, knowing Molly likely wasn't up to following the intricate details of a fishing trip.

"That's really good, babe. I'm so happy for you," she croaked, swallowing a yawn as she nuzzled closer. "I can't wait to see pictures."

"But hey, more importantly, I brought you food," Shane said. He jumped up, not hearing her whimpered protest at losing his warmth. He bustled around, turning on the light and getting her a tray, a drink, silverware, and several other things before helping her sit up in bed.

"I'm really not hungry," she said. "I kinda just wanted to lay down."

"You need to eat," he said authoritatively.

Molly sighed, picking up the fork to appease him since she didn't have the energy to be stubborn today. The smothered chicken he'd brought for her was delicious, the best she'd ever had in fact, so she managed to eat half of it as he watched approvingly. Sitting up was exhausting in her current state though. Her head and muscles and throat hurt badly, so when she was full she simply pushed the tray away and laid back down, closing her eyes wordlessly.

Shane bustled around again clearing all the things for her. Once everything was tidy, he sat down beside her on the bed and rubbed her back, making her smile. He leaned over to kiss her forehead.

"You're so warm, love," he clucked. "I can feel your heat through the blankets."

"Sorry," she mumbled, unsure what else to say. "Not much I can do about that."

"Oh!" He jumped up as an idea struck him. "I got you medicine! You need to take medicine." He hurried to where their bags were stored and began rummaging through the collection of grocery sacks he had tossed on top of them.

"Shane, I don't–"

He continued to speak over her, not hearing her weak voice. "It's not the stuff you usually buy, sorry about that, but the selection was pretty limited. I got the best stuff I could find." He dropped a collection of bottles and boxes in her lap. None of it was the correct brand or prescription strength, and what he had purchased would be largely ineffective for her in her experience. However, she saw the heart behind the gesture and thanked him, opening the packages that looked the most promising and swallowing the pills down as he watched. His easy grin appeared then, pleased at her compliance, and she couldn't help but smile back. He took the smile as the invitation that it was to crawl back into bed with her, and she happily snuggled up against him once more. He pressed his face against her hair, then pulled away again suddenly with a gasp.

"Oh my gosh I didn't even think… I probably smell terrible, I'm so sorry. I haven't even showered yet. I'm gonna go rinse off really quick." He hopped out of bed, stripping off his clothes immediately and tossing them aside.

"I can't really smell anything, so it wasn't bothering me," Molly quietly reminded him. Either he didn't hear, or didn't care though, because he didn't turn.

While Molly certainly didn't mind the view, she couldn't help but pout a little at his naked backside as he went into the bathroom and shut the door. She bundled up miserably under the blankets once more, trying to nap. She couldn't breathe though, and couldn't get comfortable. She rolled over again and again, coughing and sniffling.

Her fiance emerged in due time, throwing the bathroom door open in a cloud of steam. Molly felt rather than heard this though, as she had the blanket pulled up over her head. Shane took so long getting into bed that she had dozed off again, so he startled her awake when he at last got under the covers with her. He pressed up behind her, smelling fresh and clean at last, but still with the comforting undertone of alcohol–she assumed he'd drunk another beer in shower. She pressed back against him eagerly once more. He held her for just a moment, then began to fidget yet again.

"You're still so feverish, love," he sighed. "Didn't the medicine help at all?"

She only shrugged.

"Here, let me get a cold rag for your face at least. You have to be miserable."

Before he could get up, she clamped a hand around his wrist with all the strength she could muster, and he looked back at her, confused.

"If you leave this bed again, I'm going to smother you with a pillow," she warned with whatever voice she had left. "All I've wanted all day is you lying here with me. I'm sick and miserable and I just need you to hold me so I can fall asleep. Just you and me. Nothing else."

Understanding dawned in Shane's eyes, and she could sense the apology on his lips. Before he said a word though, she pulled him back down beside her and kissed all over his face, preventing him from speaking.

"You don't have to apologize. I know you meant well. Just please stay right here. That's all I care about."

At last he got the message. With a tender smile, he pulled her against himself, burying his face into her neck. She kissed all over him, pressing herself as tightly as she could into his arms. With a happy sigh they settled into bed at last. The vacation may not look exactly the way they hoped, but they intended to make the best of it where they could.

#sicktember 2022 #prompt 6 #shmolly ocs #sickfic #everyone is hotter with a fever

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castle-dominion · 11 months

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Rob Bowman, Andrew Marlowe, Jon Huertas, Nathan Fillion, Molly Quinn, Stana Katic (& molly quinn)

& I'm so excited for the commentary

poor stunt actress

Captions suck for this. wait i figured it out; that's why there are six subtitle options rather than 3.

construction site locations being dangerous makes sense JH: because a hospital is nearby?

like that book in a series of unfortunate events

"We had to do a lot of screen tests" 'you had to freeze a lot of interns'

MQ's mom watches this show, i mean it makes sense, my mom would watch my show

Like Julia & Emily, morgue humour

he's a know it all but he is there For The Purpose of learning

NF: sexiest coroner ever Julia Ogden:

so right! They have their groove by episode 5!

I believe in typecasting, I'm glad they had stana help make beckett's room

Castle is like that except around his mom & baby.

SK: beckett's room is cool RB: I should spend more time in there MQ: excuse you i am baby RB: Nathan help MQ: he's no good!

SD/KR always has a castle book & I love it

Ah, Dever went "y'all r always calling me the new guy, I want smth else" & they were like 'so what do u want to do?' & dever just went "Ryan will read All The Castle Books!"

Just like in the LA episode where taylor says to castle "what's my (raley's) motivation?"

SK: it was weird because every episode we had two canadian guest stars "infiltrating!!!" Vancouver is big Wow they just said there are no canadian shows to guest star on. try MM babes.

Huertas always acts like us watching the commentary have NOT seen the actual episode. SK: this guy was cool JH: his wife worked with my gf so we'd end up in a corner & I'd pick his brain & tell him how much I love him, I hope he didn't take that the wrong way bruh???

Oof had to politely tell some extras to chuchotte

guys making the cop show: it lets us avoid the cops

I know a fiddle song called sleeping giant

NF: this is actually the episode I discovered that when Jon & Seamus aren't on set working, they're in the trailer playing playstation JH: that was this episode? NF: That's when I found out XD that's so sweet lol JH: Did I beat you very many times? NF: twice. ... out of 18

Aw brought out a catering/coffee/food truck *talking about the truck food* JH, hearing about the donut truck: WHAT??? THAT WAS THE DAY AFTER I WAS FINISHED.

The character or the actor? (about molly quinn & alexis castle wanting to help solve cases: essentially quinn wants alexis to solve more & alexis wants to help solve more.)

JH: Malik! Good friend of mine. I wasn't shooting yet but I came down to set & interrupted NF: I thought that was bc u were lonely JH: Well that too, I just needed a hug

There was a murder on the freeway that prevented half the crew from arriving. Had to do 12 hours of work in 10 hours

JH: I did modelling with that guy NF: bikini? JH: HE was in the bikini MQ, age 15: HI?????? JH: Nothing x-rated, he just likes bikinis MQ: It's time u stopped talking. kinda digging a hole for urself. My mom is watching AM: yeah u've got to be careful bc yk, we may have some real fans watching the commentary. & they might be the sort of ppl who write fanfiction me: Alright I accept the challenge! What is it? AM: & esposito might end up in some of that fanfiction in a way you might not want to see him So wearing a bikini with this drug guy? Aight I can do that

Never any red lights lol

The original line was: KB: if he was having an affair, would his best friend know? RC: Yes. Esp if she was hot.

NF: I bought a carpet next door!

RB: How do you map your approach in these scenes? Tell us about things! SK: no <3

Effed up how cops can just lie to you

eight days for one episode, that's a lot

JH: Ooh tha laser tag scene! NF: Ooh I like this! MQ: I RAN INTO THE CAMERA; MY LEG HIT THE CAMERA RB: u get a bill for that? NF: it's on its way RB: those are million dollar cameras MQ: They told me that as soon as I hit it RB: You may want t oprep your parents for that bill

SS/MR is always coming from somewhere & going somewhere

MR: are we entertaining? NF/RC: we're wearing blinking lights & a face mask, of course we're entertaining

MQ: this was burger night uwu

that computer screen prop is so cool theyre right

NF: that screen was stole. I have one just like it at home. It's actually really cool how the screens are not just blank & empty but legit there & the actors can use them

I like listening to them talk about their storyline & how things are progressing & stuff but for some reason I've been more into them chatting abt the props & stuff

RC+KB: *sitting there unable to figure out how he moved her body* JH: "if only esposito & ryan were here"

castle can't help but to put his foot in his mouth but he doesn't know it's wrong!

*watching the "i want a divorce" scene* everyone: this is good

NF: Bam said the lady RB: , bam said the lady

NF: my first words were peas gum. & then bam said the lady came right after that.

AM: my babies are finally trusting each other finally uwu

the lady who is answering her door about the freezer from behind the chain? They didn't have the time space nor money to build another apartment XD the constraint made a great moment. Like improv: constraints cause creativity

MQ: *laughing at beckett AM: *laughing at quinn* MQ: What?? I read the scripts I watch the show!

When you're watching an actor across from you, it hits just right? This scene I was trying not to cry

RB: Did you not only damage a camera but steal a wardrobe? NF: Don't answer that MQ: My lawyer's not here NF: Very good, great, great job

Charles murray was the one who wrote this ep

AM: Yeah the last episode? with the car? That really happened. Not the rest of the story but the parking tickets

NF: don't make me pull out my iphone MQ: JH: He Will

Apparently NF does practical jokes with his iphone: this motion activated app plays sounds of flatulence NF: it's always a bit hit with the crew. & molly MQ: mine's better NF: She doesn't have an app RB: WDYM BY THAT GOOD SIR MQ: CHEAP SHOT

NF, after castle just got off the phone with alexis: Molly thank you for being offstage to take that call. ; ) MQ: Oh yeah you're welcome ; )

JH: he checks in with his family now he sees how fragile it is. He's used to being this rich eccentric writer-- NF: & good looking

SK, thinking about how beckett's mom still had her jewelery on: *crying while trying to deliver lines* Bryan Spicer: Look man, steel up SK: ik but it's just killing me, man SK: Another beckett onion peel to quote mr marlowe Ooh the ring & watch came from a conversation with Katic herself!

Finally someone mentioned the music! Robert duncan! I used to really want to be a composer for filmed media, but now I'm deaf :/

Rysposito WANT to solve johanna's murder & finally castle has gained enough trust, they've seen him do enough that they trust him to look at the case "If she finds out I'mma kick your ass" I believe him!

Squeezed blood from a rock? is that a phrase? it's metal

#castle s1 commentary cut

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