#Granny x Marco

[renee561]

What Do The Flowers Mean?

For @sarahtarth for her birthday (sorry it's late but life happened)! Happy birthday lovely.

Granny x female oc, background RedCricket. No one is straight in this fic.

Moodboard here.

Enjoy!

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Florists would tell you there was a flower for every occasion. From birth to death, there is a flower to honor every. single. one.

The major occurrences such as births, weddings, anniversaries, funerals. 

Flowers to say get well, get better, to send condolences for a passing. 

Flowers given by your husband to apologize through flowers for when you fought, when he eventually cheats…again. Given on your wedding day when you married him, when he died. 

There were the first date single roses, and the just because daisies. 

Each one, a mark of yet another day passing through a very long life. 

In her golden years, Lucille thought she would have grown old with someone, either one of her two spouses, but death seemed to have a wicked, and perhaps a bit of cruel sense of humor. 

Both spouses dead, she has been a widow longer than she had ever been a wife—of either of her two marriages. Raised two children alone, one of her womb and the other—the other of her daughter's after Lucille buried her child. 

She grew two successful businesses, and in the past month business had grown, more regulars, and changes to her once unchangeable small town. 

But the emptiness in her bed remained the same. 

She wasn't looking for someone to warm her the cold sheets besides her, she didn't have the time nor patience for the nonsense of modern dating. She saw how her granddaughter jumped from bed to bed and Lucille tried to understand and wished Ruby would open her damn eyes and see a good match waiting in the wings for her.

But alas the youth were more blind then the old, and Lucille's health, while not the same as it once was, was at least better then six months ago. 

The red tulips next to her nightstand when she woke from her triple-bypass, a rather startling surprise as she knew Ruby would not think to give her such a gift. 

They fought too much for Ruby to think she only complained about her sleeping habits because Lucille disproved. And she did, but she only wanted her only grandchild happy, which no matter how much Ruby said she was fine, those empty green eyes told a different story altogether. 

They were the same eyes that stared back at Lucille in the mirror, albeit younger and without the number of crow's feet and lines, but the same bleak emptiness shown through. 

The bright tulips brought joy to Lucille, tulips were at least pretty to look at, much better than roses. And a warmth she ignored, for who would know that tulips were one of her favorite flowers?

———

She rubbed at her aching head, her fingers trying to massage away a headache that has been prevalent since lunch. 

She ate…maybe—no, she remembers the sandwich and the roll for dinner. 

It has been a rough night, short staffed with Ruby at the mines. hard to imagine the fright of the news of the collapsed mine shaft with Archie and little Henry being trapped in such an unstable condition. 

Of course Ruby called to keep her updated on the rescue mission and the gossip that Miss Swan decided to put roots down in this small town at last. 

She liked Emma. She wished the ordnance had allowed her to not kick out her only guest at the B&B for months. Sometimes it did not pay to be a small town with little through traffic. But the law unfortunately was in charge of the mayor, whom the citizens of Storybrooke did elect. 

So much for democracy when that fire breathing harpy acts more like a raging c—

"Are you ok, Mrs Lucas?" A soft angelic voice whispered. 

She felt her eyes crack open though it was a challenge as her headache seemed to get worse and not better. 

There before her was the owner of the little nursery on the edge of town, she supplied Moe, the florist with the beautiful flowers he sold,  and everyone else with seeds for their gardens. 

"Bloody fantastic, Mrs Carver, just bloody fantastic," she snipped as she felt her heart accelerate and her breath catch and she was sure that had little to do with her raging headache. 

The woman was beautiful. Long graying hair, very few lines of stress and age, but her hazel eyes were kind and filled with pity—no not pity— concern. 

"You know we divorced years ago, Lucille." 

"And my husband has been dead a very long time, as has my other spouse— therefore we need not remain on formalities, Joan, but you always seem to revert to such first." 

A grumpy woman, who once loved a man, and a woman equally and her heart, traitorous organ it was, found itself longing for someone else she could not have. 

Marco had already stolen this woman's heart and Lucille doubts Joan would be into a grumpy old widow with a granddaughter that couldn't figure out what she wanted let alone whom. The stigma associated with Ruby's sleeping habits, known as the town's harlots behind her back and sometimes to Lucille's own face, sometimes irked even her own issues with the matter. 

"Indeed. I hear everyone call you that, that I forget our agreement to not have such formalities. I just wanted to make sure you were alright, I was walking back from the mines and saw the light still on. The door was even open and I took the liberty of turning the sign for you." 

She was unreal, this beautiful and kind woman. Lucille was grumpy, some even called her the dragon behind her back. Her body may be failing her from time to time but her hearing…still sharp as ever.

Except she hadn't heard the door ding. 

Maybe the pain got to her. 

"Thanks, Joan. It's nice to see you. It's been…some time." 

5 months and 22 days since Lucille returned to work after her surgery and there was Joan with Marco having lunch, and his hand covering hers, signaling to Lucille that they were in fact a couple. After all, whenever she saw Marco he couldn't stop telling her all of Joan's good qualities, as if Lucille hadn't observed most of them herself  over the years and through the short conversations they've had. 

Joan, while not adverse to people unlike Lucille, she preferred to tend her garden then be around others. Somedays that sounded idyllic to her. Have a place with a garden to tend and not have to worry about the rent to Mr Gold. As far as she knew Joan was one of the very few to not rent from the town's landowner. 

Joan smiled, her face angled slightly down as she seemed embarrassed. 

"It has. I've been meaning to come back after Marco assured me you were fine, I just got involved with the plants. Several of them died due to the frost we had last winter and I've been trying a new fertilizer and unfortunately speaking…it permeates everything for days when it's fresh." 

She nodded and she could imagine the work Joan had to put in knowing last winter was harsh. 

"Marco is a dear man. Though some days I wish he wouldn't hover. I'm fine." 

Her friend would ask her after her health before going into a traide about Joan's patience and caring hand.  

Joan looked at her sharply and with a sculpted brow, her eyes narrowed. 

"You ate something today, yes?" 

"Yes. Coffee for breakfast. A sandwich for lunch and…a roll for dinner."

Joan frowned deeply. 

Lucille knew she was about to be mothered,  as she watched Joan open her mouth, she interrupted—"I'll eat something more when I'm back at the B&B. I still have to close up and Ruby is not here…still at the mines I'm sure."

She wasn't sure if Ruby hadn't gone home to someone else's bed.

"I'll help! And maybe you could fix us a drink in your secret stash and maybe I could save the lecture on eating better for the next time I see you?"

There was a sternness but Joan's teasing smile caused Lucille to let her "I'm fine" be swallowed and let Joan have her way.  

Just this once. 

"Sure. Take the rag and start wiping down tables, while I get the bourbon." 

She didn't say she wouldn't mind the lecture on better eating habits…tomorrow morning after Joan had spent the night. 

She stopped having breakfast after Linda died, she wasn't much for eating a morning meal alone. Or any meal for that matter, but most of her meals were taken just like that. 

At least she wouldn't be drinking alone tonight.

Joan hummed softly under her breath as she wiped down the tables, some pop tune she couldn't place, stacking the condiments on one of them, Lucille Lucas thought herself an old woman. A very foolish one indeed. 

——

Irises have never been her favorite flowers, Luthor used to give them to her after their fights, after he would come home drunk, or when he needed forgiving for another of her bruises, another woman in their bed, or just because he was an ass that couldn't keep his temper in check.

He was always apologizing for something. 

His mother, the cunt, had

Irises on his coffin. His young widow and three year old toddler stood at his coffin's edge, Anna crying hysterically while all Lucille could remember was feeling the chains that bound her to him break free as the mahogany was lowered into the ground. 

Linda was thankfully allergic to flowers so it saved Lucille from having to explain why she didn't care for the tradition of flower giving. 

It was pointless and pathetic. 

But these were both painful and curious as the handwriting was unfamiliar to her. The card's only words were "from a Secret Admirer". 

She rolled her eyes and separated the bouquet to accent the dinner tables and booths, put the rest in a smaller vase to put on the little table between the bathrooms. 

They were not permitted anywhere near her house. 

Joan only quicked her brow at the decor when she walked in carrying some daisies in her hand. 

"I see someone beat me to the punch," she teased gently as she handed Lucille the daisies that were colorful and to some plain but to her, made her chest beat wildly and she worried it would skew the results of her pacemaker.

Dr Whale will definitely ask her about that. 

Lucille smiled softly. 

"These are better than those garish things. Luthor used to give them after—never liked them. Tolerated them because what else was I supposed to do? Divorce him?" 

Joan smiled awkwardly. 

"Sorry, I'm just not used to someone giving me flowers and saying they're an admirer of me." 

She was nothing to look at, in her youth perhaps, but not now. 

"Oh?" Joan questioned with a furrow of her brow. 

Lucille nodded sagely. 

"I like these much better, thank you." 

Joan smiled but it was only half-hearted. 

"I have to go, I can't stay. Big order to fill, Lucille. Hopefully it won't take as long as last time but you know—" she waved her hand like a magician. 

All encompassing and with a twist of her wrist. 

She nodded stiffly and she cursed her loose tongue. 

"Of course. See you around then?" It was perhaps foolish of her to hope but hope sometimes was all one had sometimes. 

Joan smiled softly, "Of course." 

She left and was gone. 

—-

Flowers kept showing up, the same unfamiliar handwriting, roses of different colors, bright chrysanthemums, more tulips red and pink all signed by the secret admirer. 

The flowers appeared steadily, once a week, and she was running out of room to put them. 

The only other thing that made it terribly worth wild to her and less of a grump about the scent, was that Ruby began seeing Dr Hopper…socially after she thought the roses were for her and Lucille wasn't going to let the chance slip by to make sure her granddaughter was taken care of by perhaps the only good man left in this town barring Marco. 

She did see Joan occasionally, but her tongue always twisted when the woman sat at her barstool eyeing her with a piercing stare trying to ask about the flowers and if she had any idea who sent them?

She didn't, but only shrugged and changed the subject. 

At times she wished it was Joan, and then she would berate herself for such foolishness as she asked Moe when he came by to deliver them if it was a woman. Moe was as good for information as Gold was for leniency. 

Especially after Gold beat Moe within an inch of his life for some reason, neither would disclose it to her. Which was fine, she didn't really thrive on the gossip but it was interesting that for a man as Gold to do such a thing himself it had to be deeply personal. 

Lucille could respect privacy. 

Except that the flowers didn't give others the same respect, for the questions were ceaseless, especially Ruby, who did find out that Archie had not sent the initial roses to Ruby or to Lucille. 

That had been a bit concerning to watch, as Lucille braced herself for rejection once more from her only descendant. 

Mother Superior even looked with her pinched lips in displeasure when Joan had presented Lucille some lilies with a radiant smile as a thank you. 

She was not sure if the sister thought it was sinful for two women to love each other, most of the town did not know Lucille's last spouse was a woman or if it was that the sister started sneezing because of allergies and left directly. 

She didn't care for the woman much, in fact she only allowed the sister to eat here because she was a customer other than that they did not bother each other. 

 

Even Gold had something to say about the flowers, remarking on his observation that Joan seemed out of sorts when he saw her talking to Moe the other day. She tried to ask Joan about it, mentioning only that someone saw them arguing.

She hasn't seen Joan since. 

She kept the light on later hoping to see Joan again, alone with no customers. Except it's been a week and she thinks she was playing herself for a fool. 

She rubbed her face. It's been a strenuous day, having to comfort her granddaughter after she woke early from a night terror about finding a seemingly dead woman out by the trash the other day and with Mrs Nolan alive, Mary Margaret was free at last. They had a party at Mary Margaret's the next day.

"You know if I didn't know any better I think you do that just to lure me over with concern for you, Luce," the soft angelic voice whispered. 

That damn bell was either broken or Lucille was losing her hearing. 

She looked up to see the woman wrapped comfortably in a wool sweater, and a baby blue scarf wrapped around her neck. 

Her cheeks were rosy and eyes bright with concern. 

"Stressful week. You heard about Kathryn being alive and Mary Margaret freed?"

Joan nodded and tugged at her scarf but only to keep it casually laying on her shoulders, her hair pinned in a half updo. 

Lucille looked back to her accounts as to not be caught staring at the neck of the woman she knew smelt like pine, flowers and dirt. They shouldn't smell good to her, but they did.  

"You seem a bit quiet tonight, did I upset you?" 

Joan did but it wasn't Joan's fault. It was Lucille's that she grew foolish feelings for a straight woman. 

It was pride to not admit that though, and more than a little self-preservation.

"Not particularly, I'm a grumpy old woman, Joan. Let me be grumpy and not think you're at fault for it. How's Marco doing? I haven't seen his hide in here for ages." 

She needed to remind her to not fall in love with a woman straighter than a pencil and in a relationship to boot. 

Joan snorted as she took a seat at the bar and placed her chin on her hands. 

"Same as always. Wrapped up in a project or other. I haven't seen him much, though nor has Archie. He got a new assistant, the young man that was talking to Ruby about Lemurs or something. She saw me the other day with Archie, a sweet man, a little odd but I think he'll do her good. Mother Superior on the other hand told me that they were all wrong for one another because of Ruby's past." 

Lucille growled in her throat and curled her hand around her pen tightly. 

"Told the bint to save her holier than thou preachings for someone who has the time or patience for them, which i do not. Besides, between us—" here Joan leaned a little closer and Lucille could smell fresh dirt and the scent of pine on her. 

"I have always thought she was a bit of a hypocrite. It's why I never attended her services, despite her always asking me why I never come. We don't agree on things about what is sin and what is not. Besides Ruby, despite her dubious choices, is a good person. She'll be good with Archie and Archie loves her. Love shouldn't be tainted by such a narrow minded nun." 

The way she was defending Ruby, with such bright eyes and deep conviction of her words made her want to push her luck. 

But love was for the foolish…and for the young. 

Lucille nodded, "I never liked her, she's only allowed here on the condition there is no preaching her nonsense. I stopped attending church the moment my husband was put in the ground. Anna, Ruby's mother, was three." 

Joan smiled knowingly. 

"I'm sure Marco and you discuss these things together, after all it must be pretty weird for him to see his best friend dating your granddaughter considering you two are seeing each other."

"No, we're not dating. He's not the type of man to cheat on a woman. He is a one woman at a time gentleman," she said defensively, her eyes meeting the shocked hazel eyes of the woman she wished she was dating. 

"Of course he is, I never thought otherwise!" Now Joan's eyebrows puckered in confusion, her nose squishing up, her head tilting. 

She shouldn't look adorable when she was confused but Joan was very much the definition of adorable in Lucille's opinion. 

"Then if you're accusing him of cheating on you with me, then I think you think very little of us to do that to you."  Hurt clouded her voice and her heart. 

Hazel eyes looked at her and Joan's cheeks warmed and shook her head firmly,"We're not dating. Why would you think we were dating?" 

"He never shuts up about you when he's here, tells me all your good qualities, and he likes to hold your hand." 

She berated herself for possibly sounding jealous of such a thing. 

Joan smiled and Lucille thought the woman was definitely an angel. 

"I thought you two were keeping it hidden. He always comes into my nursery to praise you and frankly he's always been tactile since we were teenagers. I thought you were being…nice to me about it."

She blinked in confusion. 

"Nice about what? I'm not sure nice would be something to describe myself."

Joan rolled her eyes but before she could answer, Ruby came in pulling Archie by the arm, the expression of surprise showing her that they just prevented some tomfoolery from happening in her restaurant as Ruby quickly dropped Archie's arm as if burned. 

"Didn't realize you were still here, Gran. Saw the light and—oh hi, Joan. Thanks for the advice. See you at home. Gran. Bye, Joan." 

She hog marched Archie over to the B&B next door. 

She felt as if her eyebrows were deep in her hairline. 

Joan giggled, holding her hand to her mouth and her eyes shone brighter. 

"Advice?" She asked, turning her eyes to her…friend. 

"I just told her that if she had a good thing with Archie to keep a hold of it. Happiness can be fleeting." 

She nodded. Sound advice.

"Though I think she's not sure if you approve considering you never liked any of the others…according to her."

"I approve of Archie." 

"No of them being serious so fast." 

"I think it's about damn time, I don't want to know about their business, that's between them, but Ruby knows that I approve of Archie." 

"But not them—" 

"Not where I can hear it—no. Boundaries, Joan, boundaries. Besides, we'll be going to Mary Margaret's homecoming party tomorrow. Do you want to come with us?" 

It wasn't a date, but she wished it was. 

Joan looked at her for a few seconds before nodding. 

"Yeah I would like that. I'll meet you there. I should go, Luce, it's getting late." 

She nodded and watched Joan walk away. 

Maybe one day I can ask her to stay. 

It was a foolish notion. 

—

"Do you even know what the flowers meant?" Joan asked, as she flipped through a leather bound book at the counter. 

It seems this was now a regular occurrence, talking with Joan with the closed sign and Lucille eyes trying to not linger too long on the beauty in front of her. 

"No. Didn't know they were supposed to mean anything." She said, lifting her drink to her lips, feeling the slight burn at the back of her throat. 

Joan raised an eyebrow as she looked up from the book. 

"Of course they mean something! It's why people send flowers in the first place! To communicate their thoughts in another secret language!"

She shrugged, and with some stress said, "I figured it was just a way to woo people not exactly saying a lot when your spouse gives you the same flower for every transgression he makes. Or the fact my wife was allergic, so flowers really weren't a big deal to me. I'm sure florists hate when people tell them to send a bouquet of language flowers to someone." 

She paused in her task to take in Joan's expression, having never specifically stated outright she had once been married to a woman before. She doesn't think Joan would mind, but she was curious…and a little hopeful she wouldn't take it too bad. 

Joan grinned and set down her book, looking at her with a piercing stare. 

"I figured that out weeks ago. Also Marco mentioned something in passing that I wasn't sure to broach." 

She clicked her tongue, the man gossiped worse than an old biddy sometimes. 

"And what did Geppetti mention?"

"That the reason he talked us both up to the other was because he hoped it would…spur one of us to make a move, as he claims it. I thought him foolish of course, but the more I thought about it, you never mentioned your second spouse by name or gender, " the soft smile she gave her made her heart speed up and there was a moment of electricity as she looked at Joan's aged face and wondered if she was fine with it. 

I will murder that carpenter, she thought with less venom and mostly annoyance. 

Before she could say anything Archie came in with a fury on his face she never thought she'd see. Joan reached for her hand as she nearly reached under her bar for the old crossbow she had…for protection. 

"Henry's in the hospital, in a coma."

Her heart dropped and she squeezed the hand holding hers. 

Ruby came from the back and looked at her and then at Archie. There was something going on that she didn't understand, but she wasn't going to say anything. 

"Is he ok? What happened?"

His eyes looked away from Ruby's and his shoulders tensed as he stood straighter and with a confidence she appreciated from him more so than his lack of backbone before. 

"I don't know Emma hasn't told me."

Ruby stiffened and she looked at the two of them and wondered if her granddaughter really thought Emma Swan wanted Archie, when for years the only woman Archie Hopper could look at was Ruby. 

"Maybe we should go see him this afternoon, Ruby?" She said, realizing Joan and her still held hands and pulled away slowly, not wanting to let go. 

She was doomed but perhaps…she eyed the book laying innocently on the top of the counter. 

"Can I borrow that? I wanted to make a message for Henry when he woke up." 

She lied. It was going to be her one shot. 

Joan's smile changed, it was stiff and different. But Lucille blinked and  the smile was softer. 

"Of course. Just make sure you return it, it was my mother's." 

She nodded, their hands brushed over the cool leather. 

"I'll take good care of it." She would and she hoped Joan would understand that she just didn't want to mean just the book. 

Ruby cleared her throat loudly and Joan left with Archie. 

"You've got it bad."

"And you're jealous of Emma, when that man hadn't kept his eyes off you for years, Ruby. He loves Henry as much as he would his own child. Emma is his friend, and you're his girlfriend."

"I'm not. He hasn't asked me. We're still not…actually dating." 

She blinked and looked at the pained expression on her granddaughter's face. 

"Then woman up and ask him first. He may be a man and it's not usually done, but neither is falling in love against the odds." 

"You're not talking about me and Archie?"

"I am. Ruby, you have an incredible heart, but sometimes I think you see yourself as less and for years you projected that into the world and the world took it and ran with it. Now there is someone who has always seen you as more, as someone worth more than someone to sleep with, and you're assuming that he'll change his mind now that he has. You haven't scared him off yet…and perhaps it's not just you that thinks they're unworthy." 

Ruby looked away, "We haven't actually. He wasn't ready, and wanted to take things slow. But what if—"

"Then tell him. You're lucky that he's different but it's scary when it's actually real isn't it?" 

Scared green eyes met her own, before they dropped to the book in hand. 

"That wasn't for Henry was it?"

She smirked. "No, being in love is scary, even for old grumpy ladies, Ruby. But as Joan said, if you find happiness, never let it go because it is fleeting." 

Ruby nodded and taking off her apron stormed outside and she shook her head at her grandchild. 

"Head of stone that one. Now, little book, let us see what secrets you hide." 

——

Joan stopped by the diner, that same afternoon, only an hour, her fingers brushing the card she memorized. it came to her with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, yellow and pink roses, pink chysymthams, red tulips, and lilies. 

My love for you is like a flower, ever changing, ever growing. LL 

Her heart had stopped and she wondered if Lucille had found out somehow. She had never been one for love, her divorce was messy and unclear in her mind, but the only thing she knew was that she admired one from afar, and she stayed away for the same reason.

Knowing you're in love with someone is different then speaking of that love to them, especially when you think they're dating your best friend and first love, and straight. 

Being bisexual was hard for her, as she didn't know the term for it until she was browsing the internet one day trying to understand these feelings. Marco had laughed at her and told her he knew already, he's known for a long time. It didn't bother him they never ended up together but that he was very very happy for her after her messy divorce. 

It just goes to show how bad a wingman her best friend was. 

Ruby asked her if she liked her grandmother and she remembered her response being vague and about happiness. Ruby walked away confused, but somehow it helped whatever she had going on with Archie. 

She trembled as she opened the door and she blamed it on the dropping temperatures.

Lucille looked from the book and blue-green eyes met hazel and she looked at the leather bound book that was her mother's. 

"You got them then," it was definitely harsh to her ears. 

"Yes," she muttered as she approached the counter, taking out the card and placing it between them as she took the seat closest to the edge of the counter as she always did.  

"It was you, the flowers I mean." Lucille said, her tone accusing her of something. 

She nodded and pressed her finger tips together. 

"My divorce was messy and it's not clear on why we ever got married in the first place, but it ended terribly and I swore I wouldn't fall in love with another man again and I've kept my word. Because I didn't fall in love with a man. I fell in love with you." 

She looked into shocked green eyes and she smiled at the way she had surprised the grumpy widow. 

"They call it bisexual, being attracted to both men and women. Marco is a bad wingman, but he was the one that suggested the Irises, they're supposed to be for crushes and they're pretty, I didn't know the association for you when I came back with daisies both hoping you could figure it out and dreading that you had and rejected me. It didn't help that Marco talked about you endlessly and I convinced myself you were straight and with Marco and I was trying my best to be supportive."

"The red tulips by my bedside after the surgery was also you," it was soft and perhaps hopeful. 

She nodded. 

"It was careless of course and I had heard from Marco when you were supposed to be back to work, despite Doctor Whale's orders to the contrary, and there you were. Out of the hospital, pushing yourself too far." 

"I thought you and Marco were together then," the soft reply and the book closed and pressed between them next to the card. 

"No. We dated as teenagers, but no. I've been hoping that you would catch on, as I was not exactly subtle in my hints."

Lucille laughed gruffly and to some it would sound aggravating but she found it charming. She wanted this grumpy old lady, and she was worried she might have messed it up.

A soft, but aged hand laid directly on top of hers and held tightly. 

"I thought it was wishful thinking because I'm a grumpy old widow with a crush and too old for this foolishness." 

She rested her other hand on top of Lucille's, "Perhaps, but I still very much like to get to know this grumpy old widow as more than friends." 

The way Lucille searched her eyes as if she doubted, made her pull a hand away and tapped the card, "I feel the same, I think part of me was afraid of being hurt and that's why I never wrote my name or gave more than subtle hints. But you're braver than I am." 

The green eyes softened and a trembling hand brushed some hair out of her face. The gentle touch made her close her eyes, something nagging at her brain for it felt familiar, intimately familiar. 

"Joan, I—" 

A strange feeling hit her and a breeze on her neck tickled mysteriously and the auditable gasp from—Lucille? 

She opened her eyes and there before her…looking not a day older. 

Her wife. 

Green eyes met Hazel shocked, confused, teary-eyed and fingers curled even tighter against each other.  Joan pressed her hand over the hand still on her cheek, moving it to kiss the familiar band she had placed there back when they were young and newly married. 

"I'm home, my love, I found a way home," she whispered softly as she used her thumb to stroke her wife's hand. 

#flowers #once upon a time #granny lucas #joan oc #granny x oc #bibabes #older bi women loving older biwomen #pining #mutual pining #joan x granny #lucille is granny's name #marco is a bad wingman #but he loves them both #birthday fic #my fics #my writing #part of a longer thing i will someday write

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SFW ship ask... Marco x Ace

[REQUESTS STILL OPEN]

SFW version (get the template here)

1. Who is the grumpiest in the morning?

MARCO - He's tired and old, every morning rolling out of his Tempur-Pedic bed is like waking up in a dumpster with a wicked hangover (something he's done many times in his youth so he's very familiar). Marco wakes up at dawn to get at least 45 minutes of yoga in else he'll be sore for the rest of the morning. It doesn't help there's a little fire demon keeping him up all night 😉😉 Ace on the other hand either wakes up refreshed or confused. He has mild narcolepsy in Modern-verse (he doesn't pass out randomly like in canonverse but he does get very sleepy in the afternoon and needs naps) and has extremely lucid dreams, so waking up can be a slow feat to conquer. IRL, he dreams about being a pirate, in OP he dreams about being a comedic stunt actor on a TV show with his crazy friends (guess what it's called 🤣🤣)

2. Who worries more when the other is sick/hurt?

ACE - Ace has a very high tolerance for pain and is constantly getting hurt (plus with his DF he can't really get hurt, unless you have haki) so he doesn't understand what should or shouldn't hurt for other people. Also when he's sick, his metabolism and immune system are in overdrive so he eats and sleeps a lot, and gets better faster. He worries about others because he doesn't know what normal is. Marco, on the other hand, is a doctor. He doesn't give two shits about you, as long as you're not in imminent danger - you're fine. Just drink some tea, rub some dirt in it and get out of his office. Marco is too busy to worry about your nonsense, especially living with Ace, he's become immune to people falling down or accidentally electrocuting themselves. It's only when you're not moving that he's worried (plus with his DF he can just heal you and be done with it)

3. Who plays pranks on the other?

ACE - Ever since I thought about "the dream TV show" I can't stop putting Ace in situations where he's just an obnoxious little goofball (canon) just fucking around and pissing people off for some laughs. Marco didn't always have an undercut, but one day Ace shaved a dick into the back of his head while Marco was passed out drunk and to remedy it Marco shaved the whole underside. He's kept the hairstyle ever since because it turned out to be really flattering on him. Ace is only half upset that this prank backfired (he likes the feel of the stubble when he runs his fingers through Marco's hair) [I have an undercut, it feels amazing 🖤🖤🖤]

4. Who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa?

MARCO - Ace is usually on the couch either playing video games, on his phone, or napping so Marco just slides in next to him and just enjoys each others company. Sometimes, if Marco doesn't have a book or his laptop, Ace will pass him the other controller or show him some videos on phone and they'll snuggle up under the granny square blanket Izou made them. Canonverse it's also Marco, but usually under a thin sheet while they lay on the deck and watch the stars.

5. Who insists on creating nicknames for the other?

ACE - These nicknames are only for teasing and goading like during a battle (hey chicken toes! Over here flappy boy!) or while they're drinking (banana hat, or cheep cheep) but on just a normal day, casual conversation, serious conversation, anytime it's just their names. Marco does call Ace 'babe' during sad and emotional, or sweet and intimate moments.

6. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

MARCO - Ace felt it first but he figured it would have been immature to confess right away so he spent several months holding it in, until one day a sleepy Marco rolled over and said it to him first, and Ace almost started crying. Marco… may have panicked when the tears started welling up.

7. Who’s the messiest one?

BOTH - Ace is messy when it comes to eating (he spills sauces and gets rice down his shirt [I'm also guilty of this 👀👀]) and he leaves a trail of clothes (when he wears any) and toys in his wake like some kind of trash tornado. Marco is tidy in almost every sense except his desk. His workspace is mountains and mountains of papers, both files and sticky notes, he has pens and pencils everywhere and there are baskets meant for organizing stacked on top of each other full of random shit (I am very very guilty of this, my office is a mess of work stuff, work decor [I used to do video classes and have stuffed animals everywhere - need to get rid of them, crochet and sewing crafts, art stuff, Gundam builds, books, video games, several drink cups and bottles, everything everywhere - Marco is like this). Marco even saved little plastic trays from cookie, veggie and tofu packages for sorting his small stationary but it actually made everything worse (very guilty too, also don't keep colored pencils in Pringles cans people). Marco can never find a pen or pencil. And when he does it's either broken, lost it's eraser, or it's out of ink.

8. Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA?

NEITHER - why feel uncomfortable? They love each other and will express that anyway, anywhere, in front of anyone. They will hold back and stay decent because c'mon, even they know that's a bit too much. But they are never uncomfortable. Ace will, however, will blush if some watching (i.e. Thatch or Vista) wags an eyebrow at them.

9. Who’s the funniest drunk?

BOTH - Ace is an entertainer when he drinks. He sings and dances and performs tricks and stunts like the little circus monkey he is. He is a joy to have at any gathering. Marco is a quiet drinker but what makes it funny is that his resistance is completely gone and anything Thatch and Ace do to him is met with smiles and pats on the head. He's compliant like a sleepy grandma watching her grandkids playing with snails in the garden. Izou will put a flower crown and drink umbrellas in his hair, Namur and Haruta will give him things to hold, stacking cups and plates on top of each other like a precarious game of Marco Jenga, Thatch will put tasteful makeup (which he stole from Izou while he wasn't looking) on him and Marco will gently close his eyes and pout his lips to give Thatch better access. He's a gentle drunk and everyone loves him. It's the most hilarious part of the night. Sometimes they get him to dance but when his partner is Ace it turns into a slow waltz and Ace ends up a blushing mess, forcing them to sit back down. Dancing Marco is quite rare.

10. Who texts the most?

ACE - Ace texts in small bursts, sentences cut into pieces so Marco's phone blows up at leave 7 times before Ace finishes his question. Marco sends a single long message with everything he needs to say. Ace sends memes and shares links with him throughout the day but Marco leaves handwritten "have a good day" notes in Ace's bag and jacket pocket.

11. Who has the most embarrassing taste in music?

NEITHER - they prefer classic and mainstream music. Nothing really weird. On their own time, Marco collects vintage records (mostly 50s and 60s like Etta James, Buddy Holly, Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, Frank Sinatra; but he also has 70s disco and funk albums) and anything that's soothing to listen to while he does paperwork. Ace likes anything fast and loud (mostly 80s and 90s rock like Guns N Roses, Motley Crue, Skid Row, Saliva, POD, Godsmack, Shinedown, Steel Panther, etc; and some country like Trace Adkins and Luke Combs). They will listen to - and do enjoy - hip hop and pop songs that their friends play when they're all together. They like Ice Cube (You Can Do It), DMX (Party Up), 2 Live Crew (Pop That P****), Master P (Rock it), Lizzo (Juice), Post Malone (Rockstar), and Latto (Big Energy - mostly because it samples Genius of Love and Marco loves funk))

12. Who reads the most?

MARCO - Aside from studying, Marco enjoys reading crime thriller and murder mystery novels, like thoses by James Patterson and Kathy Reichs. He also loves the Honor Harrington series by David Weber (military science fiction) [I, too, have read many of these books, I used to have the first 10 HH books]. Ace likes manga serials like Gintama, Beelzebub, BNHA, Fire Force, and Chainsaw Man.

13. Who’s better with kids?

ACE - Kids love Ace because he's fun and durable (they can beat on him and he won't complain). Kids also love Marco because he has soothing energy and he's really nice. He will teach any little kid that asks how to fish or catch bullfrogs (my dad was like this; very soothing) and is a great mediator when there's a scuffle and Ace can't defuse the situation.

14. Who’s the one that fixes things around the house?

ACE - Marco is too busy to do menial repairs, plus his creaky bones won't allow him to crawl under a cabinet to fix a leaky sink. Ace is really good at repairs because his little brothers (and him) broke so much shit growing up and when Sabo (the original handyman) left (went missing, or got adopted? I don't know I haven't decided if they're in the foster system or not), Ace took over as Mr. Fix-it.

15. Who cooks and who cleans up?

MARCO - Ace has an… unorthodox palate and cooks up the most outrageous recipes to curb his munchies. He's the kind of guy that puts ranch dressing on takoyaki, maple syrup on Oreos, butter in coffee, or peanut butter on a ham sandwich [I have done all of these, and they are very yummy]. This freaks Marco the fuck out and also when Ace cooks, there's a mountain of dishes for only a single bowl of mac and cheese?? HOW?! So Marco takes charge of the kitchen and Ace is the handyman. Win-win.

#MarcoAce #Marco x Ace #ship meme #BrainDeadAnswers #anon #pardon this delay #this took me a few hours to do because I was distracted watching Iron Chef and Thor Dark World #also it's actually friggin' long #I also had to do it twice because the browser glitched and I lost all my hard work #;-; #please enjoy #op ship meme #btw #Ace is 30 and Marco is 45

[iamthebricklayer]

It’s time to ask THE most important question:

DID GRANNY AND MARCO/GEPETTO END UP TOGETHER?!?!

#OUAT #OUAT spoilers #and some of these were even from Beverley's Twitter #she's the Captain of the Granny x Marco ship #Grarco #Granpetto #Granny x Marco #Granny x Geppetto #Beverely Elliott #Tony Amendola

[justanoutlawfic]

Headcanon: August gave Marco a lot of advice to ask Granny out for the first time and watched from outside the diner as he did, cheering them on.

#ouat spoilers #kinda #august booth #marco ouat #geppetto ouat #granny lucas #granny x marco #marco x granny #geppetto x granny #granny x geppetto

[leiandcharles]

wait wait wait granny and marco hugged!! and he was holding her and i only just now noticed!!?!? asjgksnskdsif

#ive seen that clip dozens of times by now #how did it take so long to notice #bye nemo #im fully onboard marco/granny ship now #its canon #is there a ship name? #granny x marco #6.17

[lunaekalenda]

DAY ONE: Marco doesn't want to shower.

DAY TWO:

DAY THREE:

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a/n: okay idk why i'm writing this and why the hell it ended being a three chapter serie but i wanted to write about dad jean and it ended in this brainrot so i hope you enjoy this as much as i liked writing it :D

w: jean x female!reader, kids (2), marriage, stablished relationship, modern AU, dad jean because i'm weak, implicit spoilers about marco and sasha

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“You’ll be okay for sure?” you ask once more, taking of your seatbelt. Jean smiles at you, nodding.

“Of course, babe. They are only two kids, and they are our kids.” he says. You smile at him. Your beautiful kids. You're really lucky to have this family.

“Maybe that’s the most problematic part, those Kirstein gens...” Jean laughs and you kiss him before leaving. “Be back in two days, love you!”

“Call me if something happens, right? Be careful, love you more.” You take the suitcase and run into the airport, waving your hand again to him. You don't want to be late for your plane. You have an important bussiness meeting on another country, so you will stay there for two days. Jean insisted to stay home with the kids, even when his mom offered him to stay there. He drives to his childhood house, where a smiling Marco receives him.

"Dad!" he yells while Jean gets out of the car. His mother comes behind his child, holding his daughter, that easily strecthes her hands towards him, searching her father's arms. He holds her while Marco hugs his leg. "Dad, granny showed me a snail. They are so rare! They have their houses on their back!" Marco tells. Jean caresses his son's head while his daughter plays with Jean's necklace. His mom looks at him.

"Jean-bo, if you need something, you can always come here." Jean smiles. The name his mom has used since he's little keeps warming his heart.

"Thanks, mom. Now, time to go home." Marco nods and goes to kiss his grandmother on the cheek. Jean sits both of them on their car chairs and goes back home. "We will have fun while mom is working, right?" Jean asks, and Marco nods with energy. They arrive home fast while Marco keeps talking about the things he saw on his grandma garden. Sasha tells a little about her afternoon -she's too young to talk that much yet.-. "I sleep on granny sofa." she says. They arrive and Marco sits on the sofa, taking his console. Jean looks at him while he sits Sasha on her chair. "Marco?"

He looks at him with innocent eyes. "Mom says I can play videogames on Friday afternoon." he says simply. Jean sighs. He told him in the car that it was late, so he had to shower and dinner to go to sleep. Jean walks to the kitchen and prepares a cup of milk with cereal for Sasha's dinner. He gives it to her, and her face is now decorated with a huge smile.

“Go shower, Marco.” The kid keeps playing with his console. “Marco?”

“I’m occupied, dad. I only can play on weekends and fridays.” he says. Jean raises a brow and looks again at him. He sighs, kneeling next to him. He knows that insist doesn’t have any effect in him, so maybe negotiate with the kid gives results.

“Buddy, why don’t we go for a bath and play with all the water toys you have? Don’t want to make Peter the Sailor sad.”

Marco raised his gaze, the same hazel eyes that Jean has. He sighs before looking again to his game.

“Dad, Peter is a toy. They don’t feel emotions.”

“Someone didn’t watch Toy Story.” Jean thinks for himself.  He checks on Sasha, that is eating cereal with, surprisingly, her spoon instead of her hands. "Very well, sweetie." He goes back to Marco. "Marco, please." the kid keeps playing. Jean sighs. He runs his hands through his hair, tying it in a bun. He looks at Sasha.

He waits until she's finished "Okay, time for your bath. Once I'm finished with her, I'm coming for you." he says. Marco raises a thumb to his father. Jean's big hands take Sasha off her little chair, and he carries her to the bathroom. He undresses her once he has checked the water temperature and set the hot air. She enters the water with a huge smile. Jean kneels near the bathtub, making sure she's sitting in the right way. The little girl smiles to his father and he can't help but smile to his little girl. "How does y/n take care of them while I work?" he thinks. Jean isn't a bad dad. He cares a lot for them and he helps in everything he cans, as making chores or helping with the kids. But it is also true that he has been alone with them just for hours, not for entire days. Usually you're home when he's home, so they are always watched by two pairs of eyes.

Sasha splashes water out of the bathtub, making Jean's shirt wet and his thoughts stop to overflow. She giggles. "Oh, you're a funny one... I'm sure Connie will enjoy meeting you." he says for himself. His friend Connie decided to take a free year and he's now trekking on a lost mountain of the Alphs. He decided to go around the world this year, so he only knows a baby version of Sasha. Now she's almost three. Marco, on the other hand, is near six.

Jean hears steps and suddenly feels a little hand on his shirt. He turns around. "What's up, bud?" he asks. Marco looks at him. His eyes are fixed on Jean's, and he has a sad expression.

"When is mommy coming back?" he asks. Jean knows your son is basically a mom kid, and being more than 3 hours without her is starting to ruin him because he knows she will be out for days. Jean's hand is still inside the bathtub when he takes Marco closer to him, sitting him on his knee while his hand supports Sasha, trying to avoid accidents.

"She will be back Sunday night." he says. It's friday night and Marco is already missing you. Jean smiles softly. He also misses you. "We will videocall her once she has arrived her hotel, yeah?" Marco nods again and Sasha giggles.

"Want to see Mom." she says. Marco watches Sasha as she plays with some bath ducks. Sasha starts to pout, and Jean knows that means she wants to go out of the water. "Okay, little one, we're going to take off all this soap." he says. With care, he waters her quickly before wrapping her on a towel. He lets the bathtub empty and starts to fill it with hot water for Marco's bath. "Want me to leave?" he asks. Marco has learned to shower by himself, so probably he doesn't want to have his father there, but surprisingly, he says.

"Mom always stays. Can you also stay, dad?" Jean's heart melts when he hears it and nods. "I'll go leave Sasha on her bed and come back, hm?" he says. Sasha's hot cup of milk followed by a hot bath ends always in a wet- haired half-asleep Sasha. Jean dries her hair quietly before leaving her on the bed. She hugs her favorite plushie and Jean leans on to kiss her forehead. "Sleep well, Sasha." he says. She smiles, half-asleep, and Jean closes the door before going back to the bathroom. He makes a little stop on his bedroom to change his wet t-shirt. Marco is already on the bath when he arrives. Jean sits outside, as he did with Sasha. "Dad, do you miss mom?" Marco asks. Maybe it is because he is sad and Jean isn't, or Jean doesn't know why his son thinks he doesn't miss his wife.

"Of course I miss mom. I miss her a lot." Jean says. Marco smiles a little and looks to the water, full of bubbles. "Why you asking?"

"Because I thought I was weak for missing her so early." he says. Jean looks at his son.

"Of course not! Missing someone you love isn't a weakness. It means you feel a lot of love for them." he says. Marco nods.

"I really love mom." he says. Jean smiles to his older son. How his face reminds him of you. His phone rings on the entrance table. It's a message from you.

"just arrived. tell me when you want to videocall :)"

"Oh, Marco. Mom wants to call!" he says. Marco gets happy and he ends his shower fast, getting dressed on his pijamas. He asks about Sasha. Should him let her sleep or wake her to let her mom see her? He decides to wake his little girl and tell her that mom is going to call. Sasha gets fully awake with the mention of her mom and the three of them are now on your bed, Jean on the middle. He videocalls you and you answer at the moment.

"Hi mommy!!" Marco says. Sasha smiles before repeating what her brother said.

"Hi, babe" Jean's voice can be heard the last. You smile widely.

"Marco, Sasha! how are you? Mom is missing you so much!" you say.

"You don't miss daddy?" Marco asks. You laugh at his concerned expression.

"Of course I miss him." you say. Jean smiles and lets Marco grab the phone. "How was your day at Granny's?"

Marco tells you all the details about his granny's garden, every single insect and living thing inside. Sasha tries to tell you what she did, but she gets twisted with the words because of the happiness of seeing you.

"Mommy how's your room?" Marco asks. You show them, listening three "woows" when the camera points the big bed and the beach through the windows. "It is so big!"

"It is! Next time, I'll take you all with me!" you promise. Marco yells and Sasha claps. Jean smiles warmly at you, the scene melting every inch of your heart. You know it's late there. "Marco, you should go to sleep. You too, Sasha. I'll talk with dad for a bit and we will talk a lot of time tomorrow, promise." you say. Marco nods and Sasha smiles at you. Jean lets them say goodbye.

"Bye mommy, have good dreams! I love you!"

"Bye mama, love you!"

"Bye, loves. I miss you and I love you more!." Jean leaves the phone on the bed while he puts Sasha on her bed, kisses her forehead and does the same to Marco. The kid whispers him. "Dad, if I am awake when you end, could you read me a tale?"

"Of course. But try to sleep, yes?" Marco nods and turns off the light. Jean closes the door quietly and gets into his bed, taking his phone. You smile at him.

"How the hell they obey you more through a phone than to me on real life?" he asks. You laugh and he does too. "You're a supermom for them. They already miss you a lot. I miss you a lot." he says. You smile.

"I'm sure you're being the greatest dad. You've always been. And I also miss you three so much. But I'll be back sooner than you think." you say. Jean smiles.

"I know. You should relax as much as you can there."

"That's kinda impossible. The boss gave us tons of work." you sigh

"How's the city?" he asks.

"It is beautiful! I really want to take you three with me next time!" the mention of a future trip makes him smile. He yawns quietly. You realize the hour. "Babe, it's late there. You should go to sleep." you say. Jean smiles and nods. "I'll message you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay. Be careful, and call if you need something, I'll leave my phone with sound on." you nod. He always cares for you, and you love that side of him. "Have a good day, babe."

"Sleep well, Jean. I love you."

"I love you more." You hang. You have a long day, so, getting ready, you leave your hotel room. Jean goes to his son bedroom. He's calmly asleep, so he goes to check on his daughter. She's also sleeping. He can't help but smile. His little ones.

He feels so lucky.

#aot x reader #snk x reader #aot fluff #snk fluff #snk fic #aot fic #aot scenario #aot fanfiction #snk headcanons #jean dad #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtien #jean kirstein #jean x female reader #jean x you #jean x y/n #jean x reader #jean fluff #jean aot #jean snk #jean attack on titan #jean shingeki no kyojin

[sarahtarth]

Granny x Marco OR Ruby x Archie

Ruby and Archie, they're so sweet 😻

Send me 2 things to choose between!

#Ask #Granny has a gf; she's OC but still ☕ #Once upon a time

[fandomflail]

#shippingthissohard

#is there even a tag for them #ouat spoilers #marco x granny #ouat humor

[renee561]

‘You met me at a very strange time in my life.’ - Any ship you want, you have too many to keep up with 😏

Home with You-Moving On without Leaving Town

Granny (ouat) x Joan (oc), wlw, Bi!Old women getting together. An AU of an AU.

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"You met me at a very strange time in my life", she said to the woman sitting across from her, their hands holding together atop the table in the closed diner. 

The other woman smiled, a barely there but a smile nonetheless, "I met you when you finally looked beyond your sphere of self-isolation, but I'm glad this–us happened how it did." 

Joan couldn't agree as she recalled the day she did finally meet Lucile. Officially or rather the woman under the stern demeanor. 

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Storybrooke was the ideal town, very modest and yet had an hidden depth that Joan and her husband Marco loved when they moved here. 

Fast forward 15 years and she wanted out. She wanted to run away. Joan loved her husband, she did. He was her childhood sweetheart, they built a life together, the ups and downs and when they moved from Boston, they were still happy and in love. She loved Marco, but she realized when waking up to him that she had fallen out of love with the man she married some time ago and it made her...so many things. 

They went about their days and she was more quiet than usual, but that hadn't made Marco notice...he didn't notice much anymore. He was and always would be a dear, sweet man but his hobbies consumed him, his friendship with the new town therapist took precedence to their relationship. It wasn't mean-spirited, he wasn't that type of man, in fact she doubted he had a mean bone in his body, he cared too much for that. But he was willfully ignorant of the loneliness she felt clawing at her insides each day that he spent more time away from her, than with her. 

She wished sometimes that she had a child to raise, a child to dote her time and effort on. She thinks she would have been a good mother despite the tragedy that her own mother didn't live past her twelfth birthday and she was the youngest of five girls, the one her older sisters dotted on and protected even though Joan wasn't a wilting flower by any means. 

So today of all days she decided to not stick around the empty void her home had become, she walked through the streets, the soft spring breeze playing with her red hair that was in its usual single braid, her crow's feet proudly on display. Showing how she laughed throughout her life and hoped that her frown lines were hidden behind the soft smile she placed there as people walked by her and acknowledged her presence. 

She waved to the few friends she had in town, she hadn't gone to a ladies night in some time, sinking further into an isolation she didn't realize until one day she realized her world consisted of just her empty house and her absent husband. 

She entered the diner on a whim, being here fifteen years she knew the place for sure, Marco used to take her on little dates here every other week, but that has been gone for years now, at least the past two. And she thinks that was what sadden her most, that somewhere along the way they stopped trying to show the affections for one another until it just stopped and she didn't even notice until now. Until she wanted to leave both her empty home and this little town. She sat in a booth and looked out the window watching the movement of the town in its ebb and flow.

"Joan!" A familiar voice shouted her name and she looked around and couldn't help the grin that overtook her face when her head turned quickly, and her own hazel eyes met the blue eyes of the owner of the diner, Lucile Lucas. 

"Sorry, Mrs Lucas, lost in my head. Can I get a cup of tea, black with cream on the side and umm...some soup? I'm not sure what you got," she didn't venture here often but she knew once upon a time they used to serve different kinds of soup depending on the catch of the day. 

The woman with her curly grey flyaway hair, glasses perched on her nose, her stern demeanor was as nonsense as they came. Joan thinks raising two children in her easy years would make even the softest of women as stern as she. But the twins were into their teens now she thinks or they could be in their early twenties, she wasn't sure honestly. 

Her life was in a fog and yet she knew deep in her heart that she was as lost as a leaf on the wind. 

Thus it surprised her when the woman's face softened just so and she looked at her with a kindness she didn't remember ever seeing on her face before, "I'll get you the tea and we have Clam Chowder which I know you prefer to have when it's this nice out. I'll be back." 

She watched the woman leave and then not five minutes later return with two mugs of steaming drink and cream, placing the cups and the creamer on the table, and without invitation sat on the opposite side of her booth. 

"Talk," the woman demanded, but the soft look didn't go away. 

Joan was thrown, not ever remembering this being spoken at or even looked at by this particular woman or any woman therefore. She quietly put her cream in her mug and her sugar, stirring the additives with her spoon trying to gather her thoughts. The weight on her chest and the melancholy in her heart had her say softly and as quietly as she could as to not be heard, "I'm not in love with my husband anymore. I don't think I have been for a while, but I've only realized that recently. And part of me wants to leave Storybrooke, to start anew." 

The woman nodded and sipped at her black tea, looking at her over the rim. The steam from the tea fogging her glasses. 

"You don't have to leave town for you to start anew. I keep telling Ruby that, but she hasn't gotten that through her thick skull...thankfully she seems interested in staying around longer with her now dating Archie. Hopefully he can make her want roots," the woman said after she placed her cup down, and wiped her glasses on a napkin from the dispenser. 

She blinked as she tilted her head. Ruby was the woman's granddaughter and the last she knew, Ruby was dating Pete. Had they broken up? How much of town life had she missed?

A laugh from the other woman made her smile softly at the normally gruff woman, she doesn't think she heard the woman laugh. And people were starting to stare but something warm settled in her chest at how easy it seemed to talk about her problems with this woman. 

"You need to get out more. How about you start having lunch here? I certainly think you need to get out of your house more. The ladies and I hold a bridge game every Thursday in the Bed and Breakfast. Come socialize with us and see what you've missed being alone in that house of yours. Maybe you can figure out what to do, and don't worry about lunch...it's on me. Good to see you," the other woman said and before Joan could protest, she had gotten up, taking her cup with her to get back into the bustle of the diner as the lunch rush came through the door. 

She got her chowder and a slip of paper with a number on it. She couldn't help the smile on her face even as she ate her food. Her eyes looking over ever so often at the nonsense woman that would order her waitresses to tables and yell at her granddaughter for being late again!

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Three months and she finally got the court to grant her divorce. Marco was...not happy but he let her go without a fight. Italian blood he may have, but he knew when she told him how unhappy she was that they were beyond fixing that. They were beyond finding that old spark. They were too far apart for that and yet they remained friends even if that in itself was hard. 

Six months, nine since she came out of her bubble of unhappiness, she landed in the arms of a woman that made her enjoy life once more. Enjoying little dates in the closed diner, she stopped by after she got a job at the local nursery for lunch and a quick hello, and when Lucile asked her to move in with her and Ruby, she barely protested. 

Joan was happy now and that was all she wanted. She leaned over and kissed her partner on her lips. It was soft and there was no goatte to tickle her face, it was a soft landing and yet when they giggled at one another, their foreheads pressed together, it felt like home. 

#ouat au #tattoos on this town au #an au of an au #marco x oc #geppetto x oc #granny x oc #ouat granny x oc #wlw #older women getting together #sarahtarth #i blame sarah #my writing #fic things

[this-seems-familiar]

now presenting...

various once upon a time characters and ship tags as songs i’ve heard on the lofi hip hop radio - beats to relax/study to station! :D guess who had a lot of free time during work today.

this is by no means a comprehensive list but did get v e r y long, so i’m going to stick it under the cut. chances are even if your fave is Obscure, there’s an 80% chance they’re on here. although i will admit to running out of steam when it came to the ships--if a character or ship you dig isn’t on here, you can request a song in my inbox if you’d like. <3 and let me know if the links don’t work!

the characters are in complete random order with no rhyme or reason, but the songs are purposeful; headphones are recommended but not required. i hope y’all find this inspiring at least a tiny bit! enjoy~

david nolan/prince charming - j’san x epektase, ‘ghost in my mind’

killian jones/captain hook - dryhope, ‘contrasts’

neal cassidy/baelfire - casiio, ‘back home’

zelena/the wicked witch - ajmw, ‘hometown’

mary margaret blanchard/snow white - no spirit x mell-o x sitting duck , ‘la rochelle’

emma swan - mila coolness, ‘ibis’

belle french - mell-o x ambulo, ‘solace’

henry mills - pandrezz, ‘crystal lake’ ft. epektase

regina mills/the evil queen - iamalex x dillon witherow, ‘lazy morning’

rumplestiltskin/mr. gold - chiccote’s beats, ‘away’

ingrid/the snow queen - g. mills - ‘icicles’ ft. chris mazuera & tender spring

ariel - iamalex x dillan witherow, ‘coral’

elsa - chris mazuera & tender spring, ‘winter’s kiss’

mulan - less people, ‘gyoza’

anna - eisu x softy, ‘snowflakes’

august booth/pinocchio - team astro, ‘helpless’

tinkerbell - dontcry & nokiaa, ‘since’

alice jones/tilly - mondo loops, ‘starside groove’

the blue fairy/mother superior - project aer x wys, ‘after sunset’

ursula - mila coolness, ‘surf’

archie hopper/jiminy cricket - amies x cxlt, ‘things will work out’

sidney glass/the magic mirror - enra, ‘consequences’

grumpy/leroy - tysu x spencer hunt, ‘letting go’

eric - dontcry & nokiaa, ‘tides’

cora mills/the queen of hearts - sitting duck x hoffy beats, ‘slow mornings’

ruby lucas/red riding hood - brillion x chief, ‘moon theme’

malcolm/peter pan - dlj, ‘the docks’

robin hood - brillion, ‘when the sun goes down’

merlin - jordy chandra, ‘late night call’

aladdin - softy, ‘before the rain comes’

jefferson/the mad hatter - xander, ‘missing you’

graham humbert/the huntsman - xander, ‘morning time’

philip - no one’s perfect x kanisan, ‘pendulum’

isaac heller - yasumu, ‘untold stories’

aurora/sleeping beauty - lilac, ‘hyacinth’

ashley boyd/cinderella - purrple cat, ‘caramellow’

granny lucas - oatmello, ‘essenced’

albert spencer/george - team astro, ‘love lockdown’

the dwarfs mining co. - chiccote’s beats, ‘before’

greg mendell/owen flynn - tabal, ‘no return’

cruella de vil - cabal x blumen, ‘crystal land’

dr. whale/victor frankenstein - casiio, ’wondering’

kristoff - monma, ‘winter days’

maleficent - ajmw, ‘way back when’

henry mills i - snug, ‘warm meadows’

marco/geppetto - hm surf, ‘single phial’

ruth - laffey, ‘umbrella’

lancelot - laffey, ‘campfire’

will scarlet - sebastian kamae x aylior, ‘dontyouknow’

anton the giant - g. mills, ‘sublimation’ ft. arbour

daniel - softy, ‘autumn morning’

the apprentice - mila coolness, ‘heron’

violet - oatmello, ‘good night’ with late era

lily - imagiro, ‘wool gloves’

morraine - eugenio izzi, ‘get lost in the mind’s ocean’

dorothy gale - kupla, ‘valentine’

the blind witch/miss ginger - chiccote’s beats, ‘finding’

paige/grace - mila coolness, ‘balance’

kathryn nolan/abigail - g. mills x hm surf, ‘mmmm’

william smee - no spirit x mondo loops, ‘washed ashore’

sister astrid/nova - yasumu, ‘midnight thoughts’

ava zimmer/gretel - laffey, ‘moonlight’

leopold - less people, ‘persist’

billy/gus - glimlip x yasper, ‘floating away’

milah - snug, ‘balcony nights’ ft. spencer hunt

midas - chiccote’s beats, ‘back’

michael tillman/the woodcutter - spencer hunt, ‘moonlight’

walsh/the wizard - mondo loops, ‘drive to midnight’

eloise gardener/mother gothel - towerz, ‘fateful slumber’

liam jones - dryhope, ‘quetzal’

rapunzel - chris mazreua x brillion, ‘juniper’

fiona/the black fairy - kupla, ‘twilight’

jafar - no spirit, ‘glowing lights’

the jabberwocky - mondo loops, ‘winter shells’ ft. kanisan

jacinda vidrio/ella mills - yasumu, ‘questions’

lucy mills - kupla, ‘sleepy little one’

margot west/robin mills - snug, ‘night coffee’ ft. mondo loops

king arthur - brillion, ‘crescent’

guinevere - mila coolness, ‘silent river’

merida - iamalex x dillan witherow, ‘nightwalk’ ft. azula

dr. jekyll/mr. hyde - g. mills, ‘rest your head’/fatb, ‘aurora boreale’ ft. mell-o

ivy belfry/drizella tremaine - chiccote’s beats, ‘illusion’

nicholas zimmer/hansel - chris mazuera, ‘obscurity’

hades - dryhope, ‘down river’

sabine/tiana - chris mazuera, ‘counting’ with g. mills

drew/naveen -hoogway, ‘skyline’ ft. dlj

felix - kupla, ‘roots’

walt d./the author - jhove, ‘if you only knew’

elliott mcgrath/jane hawkins - less people, ‘everything’s a symptom’ _____________

red whale (dr. whale x ruby lucas) - aso, ’espresso’

rumbelle (mr. gold x belle french) - yasumu, ‘waking up’

sleeping captain (aurora x killian jones) - monma x cocabona, ‘garnet’

snowcules (hercules x snow white) - dlj, ‘blackout’

beauty queen (regina mills x belle french) - tabal, ‘inside space’

captain charming (killian jones x david nolan) - pandrezz, ‘cuddlin’

aladasmine (aladdin x jasmine) - kupla, ‘soft to touch’

believe or leave (mr. gold x jefferson x dr. whale) - hoogway, ‘everything (you are)’

brave warrior (merida x mulan) - wys, ‘snowman’

charming whale (david nolan x dr. whale) - sebastian kamae x aylior, ‘outlet’

bellefire (belle french x neal cassidy) - eisu, ‘sheets’

captain charming hood (david nolan x killian jones x robin hood) - yasper x glimlip, ‘infused’

dragon queen (maleficent x regina mills) - tenno, ‘luna’

firewood (august booth x neal cassidy) - sebastian kamae x intoku, ‘lucid’

blue hook (the blue fairy x killian jones) - tysu x spencer hunt, ‘blue moon’

outlaw queen (regina mills x robin hood) - a[way], ‘warm nights’

captain swan (emma swan x killian jones) - hm surf, ‘mud master’

snowing (mary margaret blanchard x david nolan) - brillion, ‘kiptime’ with hm surf

golden queen (mr. gold x regina mills) - team astro, ‘empty shelves’

white whale (mary margaret blanchard x dr. whale) - laffey, ‘nighttime’

red cricket (archie hopper x ruby lucas) - dr. dundiff x allem iversom, ‘pale moon’

swan queen (emma swan x regina mills) - no spirit, ‘memories we made’

curious archer (alice jone x robin mills) - flovry x tender spring, ‘becoming’

swanfire (emma swan x neal cassidy) - pandrezz, ‘when she cries’

wicked hell (zelena x hades) - elior x eaup, ‘ships’

seeing stars (archie hopper x elliott mcgrath) - euginio izzi, ‘the fairie’s city’

#david nolan #prince charming #killian jones #captain hook #neal cassidy #baelfire #zelena #the wicked witch #mary margaret blanchard #snow white #emma swan #belle french #henry mills #regina mills #the evil queen #rumplestiltskin #mr. gold #ingrid #the snow queen #ariel #elsa #mulan #anna #august booth #pinocchio #tinkerbell #alice jones #tilly #the blue fairy #morgan talks

[honeyxmonkey]

Yet another Tangled AU cause I have no chill

Okay. Less of an AU and more of a crossover.

Tangled x Once Upon A Time

Just, imagine the possibilities.

S1: Corona has gone a year with relatively no incidents. Everything is amazing. The kingdom is sturdier than ever, Lance and the girls are being a family and it's adorable, Varian and his dad have managed to keep the explosions to a minimum of once a week, and New Dream is expecting a baby.

That's when Rapunzel gets a letter from her friend Snow White. The Evil Queen has threatened to end their happiness and Rapunzel being Rapunzel immediately jumps at the chance to help.

She and the others arrive in the Enchanted Forest just in time to get sucked up in the curse.

Regina doesnt know who they are but she doesnt really care. They're cursed and that's all that matters to her.

Rapunzel and Eugene are still married and happy. That's one thing the curse could never change. (Also helps that Regina had no idea they would be there)

Lance and the girls however, did get separated. Lance not knowing who he is, doesn't remember adopting them but he does know that there's a huge hole in his heart and he doesn't know how to fill it.

Angry and Catalina are living on their own.

Varian works with Marco/Gepetto during the curse. The old man doesnt know he doesnt have a family either.

When Emma breaks the curse and they get their memories back, the Coronans are frantic to find one another. Lance finds Eugene and Rapunzel first where everyone else is looking for their family.

Varian finds Catalina and Angry on his way into the center of town and they make the rest of the trek together.

Here's a small snippet of how I think this could go.

"Rapunzel!" Lance's voice could be heard from somewhere in the crowd.

Rapunzel strained her eyes for a glimpse of her friend and when she found him she almost cried. Eugene helped to pull him out of the crowd. The three shared a brief but tearful hug.

"The kids, where are they?" She asked frantically. The panic in Lance's eyes did nothing to make the anxiety she was feeling go away.

"I don't know. I was looking everywhere for the girls. I couldn't find them."

"Varian?"

A small shake of his head was all it took to bring back the tears. She had to find them. Who knows what could've happened to them? They could be lost, or worse. She refused to think of the worst.

"We just need to find them."

She glanced around the crowded town square and saw Marco. He was putting up lost posters of a small boy.

Rapunzel walked up to him. "Marco, right?"

He turned to her. "Yes, that's me. Can I help you?"

"I hope so. We're looking for some people too. Two small girls, one with red hair and one with black hair. They're around eleven or twelve." She took a deep breath. "And a boy. He has black hair with a single blue stripe in his bangs. He's seventeen."

Marco seemed to know who she was talking about when she described Varian. "I do not know the girls, but the boy you are talking about, I think you mean Eren. He works with me."

The three adults glanced at eachother. "Do you have a picture?"

Marco nodded and pulled a small photo from his pocket. It was of him and Varian walking out of Granny's together.

Rapunzel smiled. "That's him. That's Varian." She hugged Marco. "Thank you! Where did you see him last?"

"He was down by the docks last time I saw him." He pointed down the road. "He's most likely on his way here."

"Thank you." Rapunzel started heading down that way. "When we get back we'll help you find your son!"

The trio started on their way.

Varian was just starting down the road back to the town square when he heard someone yelling his name. He turned to see Angry and Catalina running at him full speed. They knocked him to the ground in a hug.

"Where have you been!" Angry demanded. "We've been looking everywhere for you!"

Varian hugged them tightly. "And I was looking for you. Are you girls okay? You're not hurt, are you?"

Catalina shook her head. "No, we're fine. We're just happy we found you."

"Let's go find the others. I heard everyone was going to the town square." Varian stood, helping the girls up too and they made the rest of the journey there together.

About fifteen minutes later they saw three people walking down the road towards them. It took them a second to recognize the people, but when they did they started running. It was Rapunzel, Eugene, and Lance.

"Dad!" Catalina and Angry plowed into Lance, knocking him over.

Eugene caught Varian in a hug and held him tight. "It's okay. It's okay. I've got you."

Rapunzel joined the hug, slowly running her fingers through Varian's hair. "Where have you guys been? Are you okay?"

He nodded but didn't say anything. He was just glad they'd found eachother.

Lance and the girls joined the group hug. Their little family was reunited and they would never let eachother go again.

I know this could take some work but I couldn't wait to get this out here. I love this idea and I'm running with it.

Please don't sue me for this.

@princesstadashi

#more aus #i cannot stop #i will not stop #i love once upon a time almost as much i love tangled #tangled #tangled the series #once upon a time

[iamthebricklayer]

#OUAT #THE SHIP OF DREAMS #I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP #Grarco #Granny x Marco #Granpetto #Granny x Geppetto

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

Marry Me Again?

Pairing: Archie Hopper x Nicole Hopper

Word Count: 1267

Summary: Nic proposes to Archie... again

A/N: I MADE A JOKE ABOUT MARRY ARCHIE AGAIN AND THIS HAPPENED AND I’M CRYING

Nic was known for her impulsivity. Sometimes it was problematic, like her 2am baking sessions that usually ended with Archie picking her up and carrying her back to bed once the oven was off and baked goods put away. Other times it was beneficial, such as when she proposed to him in the middle of the night. She was so worried about proposing, not sure what Archie would say. Much to her happiness, he said yes. And in a few days, they would have been officially married for 2 months. It made her much more giddy than she cared to admit, though she’s sure Archie could tell with how each day getting closer to the 2 month mark she was getting more affectionate.

Once again, she found herself in Rumplestiltskin’s pawn shop. She needed another ring from him, which he was more than happy to provide her with in exchange for a week supply of the peanut butter muffins that Gideon loved so much. The little toddler couldn’t get enough of them from the bakery. Nic got the ring, and she hid it in the only place she knew Archie would never look: her stash of chocolate above the fridge.

It was days of planning and secret preparation. They disguised the get-together as simply helping Granny decorate the diner for Christmas. Everyone was in on it: from Henry to Marco and August to Emma and Killian to David to Regina. Quill of course knew, but no one told Mary Margaret. They knew she might accidentally spill the secret to Archie, so she was just as oblivious as him.

Nic spent much of her time trying to figure out what she was going to say. She wanted this proposal to be the opposite of the first. She wanted their friends to be there. She wanted to have something planned to say. She wanted it to be perfect.

When the day came, Nic was a bundle of nerves. She tried to eat as much as she could despite the nerves, anything less would cause suspicion. Archie knew her habits too well. They arrived at Granny’s a quarter to 10am, and were greeted by their immediate friends. David and Killian were bickering about Christmas lights. Emma, Snow, and Regina where separating the tinsel from some more Christmas lights. Nic excused herself from her husband walked over to the group, giving them a nervous smile. She picked up some tinsel and started helping Emma untangle it from the wires.

“So, are you nervous?” Emma asked Nic, taking a sip from her cinnamon covered cocoa.

Nic took a deep breath. “What do you think?”

Mary Margaret gave them a confused look. “Nervous about what?”

Regina waved her off. “Don’t worry about it, Snow. Nic just has a surprise.”

“Oh,” Snow smiled. “What kind of surprise?”

“The best kind.” Nic mumbled, keeping her head low. She peered over Regina’s shoulder and smiled as she watched Archie and Henry hang up some paper snowflakes on the doorway to the inn section.

Snow’s gaze followed Nic’s and she grinned wider. “Oh, are you surprising Archie with something?” She gasped at a thought. “Are you pregnant?”

“What?” Nic exclaimed. She lowered her voice when she got a curious look from Archie. “What? Of course I’m not pregnant, Mary Margaret!”

The princess held up her hands in defense. “We have no idea what you two got up to on your wedding night.” Nic rolled her eyes at the comment.

An hour was spent decorating, both inside and out of the diner. Lights where hung on the outside, tinsel put in doorways, and winter tablecloths adorned the tables. Granny’s was already starting to look festive. As soon as the decorating was over, everyone ate. It was an odd day where Granny’s was closed but that didn’t stop everyone from enjoying some food.

Regina had stepped over to talk to Nic, wondering how she was doing. Naturally, Nic was nervous. Even David tried to give her some words of encouragement, telling her that it’ll be easy when she does it and it’ll feel as natural as the first time. Snow was still confused, not knowing what anyone was talking about. She didn’t know what secret was being hidden. And Archie remained ignorant, luckily.

Nic stood at the counter, fiddling with her fingers as she stared at her half-empty plate. However, she smiled when Archie approached her, finally getting out of his conversation with Marco. He kissed her cheek.

“Is everything okay? You look a little… off, muffin.” He asked her.

Nic shook her head. “I’m fine, it’s just… Can I talk to you about something?”

Regina’s ears perked up. That was the phrase Nic had told them she would say to start things off.. Regina lightly elbowed Henry who realized what was going on. Soon, the rest of the group had halted their conversations in excitement for what Nic was about to do. It was honestly nerve racking for her, to know she was doing this in front of people. But Archie didn't seem to notice everyone stopped talking.

“Of course you can,” he replied softly. “You can talk to me about anything.”

Nic took a deep breath and stepped away from the counter, taking Archie’s hands in hers. “You know that I love you right?”

“I do, and I love you too.” He said, a bit confused as to where she was going. This was nearly unlike Nic.

She squeezed his hands. “I didn’t think it was possible but somehow I managed to fall even more in love with you over these past two months. Archie… marrying you was the greatest thing to ever happen to me. It was the best day of my life, and I know that whatever happens next in our lives, whatever that may be, is all because of that day.” Archie stared at her as she spoke, and Nic suddenly felt very nervous about what she was going to do. But she pushed the nervousness aside, ignoring the intense and eager gazes of their friends and the shaking of her hands. “I guess what I’m trying to say is...” she trailed off, pulling her hands from Archie’s and digging into her pocket. She could already feel herself tearing up as she pulled out the velvet ring box. She opened it and held up the gold ring with an emerald center. “Will you marry me? Again?” She gave him a wide, teary smile. “Because I’m willing to marry you a million more times.”

The silence was deafening, and Nic could feel her gut twist in nervousness. Especially with the looks from everyone else. Snow stood there, grinning wide and gripping her wife’s arm tightly in anticipation. Regina was hiding her grin behind her hands, waiting for whatever response Archie gives.

Archie cupped her face gently and kissed her passionately. She reached up with a free hand to cup his cheek and felt the tears running down his face. She held back tears herself, and let out a small sigh when they had to part for air. He smiled at her wide, pressing his forehead against hers.

“So is that a ‘yes’?” She asked softly.

He chuckled lightly, kissing her again. “Of course it’s a yes. It’s always going to be a yes.” He pulled her close to him and kissed her head. Everyone clapped as Nic slipped the ring onto his finger. Once it was on, she held his hand tightly, interlocking their fingers.

“This wasn’t too much?” She asked, her cheeks bright red with a blush.

“No,” he kissed her, “it was perfect.”

#mywriting #my conscience #otp: happily ever after #self insert fic #self insert community #self shipping community #self insert #self ship #self ship community #self shipping

[asthebirchtreefalls]

@fairestmusesofthemall continued from x

“Sorry, that’s-...that’s not what I meant.” 

Archie realized how it came out sounding that way- off to a good start, as he imagined he would be. Marco had been hounding him for weeks about this, maybe longer, but it was enough to put it off and deny what was going on internally until a particularly emotional session that got him thinking about his own inner monologue. 

If he could tell his patients it was important to speak to how they felt, how hypocritical was of it him not to practice the same? He wasn’t even being honest with himself which was...well, ridiculous. He knew. He knew he needed to be kinder and more patient with his own hesitation to be vulnerable. It’s what he would have told any patient sitting across from him. 

“What I mean to say is-...my days-...they used to be the most social interaction I’d get.” A shrug and something of a self-deprecating smile because, he knew, to most people that would seem pathetic. “Apart from Pongo, of course. Not just patients. It was the time I’d run into friends, acquaintances, shoot the breeze, you know. It was...enough. Or...maybe it wasn’t. In hindsight I don’t think it was, but I told myself it was.” 

Archie sighed low and massaged his temples. This was harder than he thought it was going to be. So much harder. 

“But uhm...the fact is...since we’ve become friends, ever since I’ve had you in my life, it’s as though...my days are lonely. I feel...lonely until the time I can spend with you. I could speak with 50 different people on the street, go to lunch with Marco, swap gossip with Granny and Ruby over a tumbler of whiskey and somehow, still...it just...doesn’t compare to our time together.” 

What was he trying to say? That he valued her company? Surely that was true and quite obvious now, but it wasn’t the whole of it. 

“I don’t...I don’t really know how to say this.” He managed a laugh because, he did. He did know how to say it, terrifying though it all was. “I think...I think...” 

And then Archie looked over to Cherise, maybe trying to find the right words, but as he looked into her eyes all that naturally came out was a very blatant, “I think I’m falling in love with you.” 

#fairestmusesofthemall #m: archie #;;fcuk

[thevikingsheaux]

Woman

A/N: So this fic is inspired by the song Woman by Mumford & Sons. I know I have requests to do and series to continue but I really wanted to quickly write this 😫 feeling lonely and only just heard the album they released on the 16th and got inspired by this song soooo yeah. Song is right above the tags! I’m honestly kinda unsatisfied with my writing in this but I’m tired of it being on my mind and tired of rethinking it so here it is.

Edit: added a couple peeps I accidentally forgot to tag

Pairing: Marco x reader

Warning: pretty NSFW, 18+ only please

Masterlist

Marcus Mumford’s husky voice filtered out of the speakers connected to your record player, singing one of your favorite new songs. “Woman” was a beautiful song and you listened to it whenever you could. It was on the new album and Marco had bought you the record for your birthday.

You had only been seeing him for a couple weeks but Marco already felt for you deeply. Guys always fell for you quickly. You liked him back but the feelings were still a little shallow. It always took a while for you to let your guard down because the last few times you dated someone seriously you got hurt and you weren’t eager for it to happen again. Most of your casual flings gave up after a couple months because you just couldn’t reciprocate their feelings. You could tell Marco had the potential to be different though.

You heard a knock on the front door of your apartment over the music and swiftly put the nail polish brush back in its bottle and stood up gingerly. The polish on your toes was still very fresh. You walked awkwardly to the door, trying not to let your toes down.

When you opened the door you saw Marco standing there with a nervous expression on his face. In one hand he clutched a bouquet of flowers and in the other, he held a bottle of wine.

“Hey,” you said with a smile. He half smiled and looked at the ground and licked his lips when he looked back up at you.

“I brought you flowers,” he said as he offered them to you. You smiled and took them from him and smelled them. They were lovely and you thanked him.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” you said and grabbed the sweatshirt he had on and pulled him inside your apartment.

You released him once the door closed behind him but he caught you by the wrist as you turned away to walk toward the kitchen. “Wait,” he mumbled as he spun you around to face him. He quickly leaned down to kiss you and smiled at your surprised expression after he pulled away. “Just been waiting to do that all day,” he said softly.

You smiled and turned to go to the kitchen. You could hear Marco follow and then speak over the sound of “Woman” still playing through your speakers. “Good song,” he commented. “I’m glad you like the album.”

As you hunted through your cabinets for a vase to put the flowers in, you said, “Yeah, they outdid themselves with this one. I love the different way they incorporate the banjo in this album - in some of the songs you can’t even tell it’s in there. They all sound so good.”

He hummed along to the song and quietly sang the bit of the lyrics that went “I can’t read your mind though I’m trying all the time, there’s something I don’t know, I can see it in your eyes.” Marco really identified with this song off the album in particular because he could sense that your feelings weren’t as deep as his.

You trimmed the stems of the flowers and arranged them in the vase that was nearly too small to fit all the flowers. “Thank you, Marco, these are gorgeous,” you said with a smile lighting up your features. He smiled in return and hugged you tightly.

The smell of his cologne enveloped you and you closed your eyes as you reveled in his scent. His warm embrace was so comforting and his sweatshirt was very soft against your cheek.

He pulled back a bit and said, “I have a question.”

You looked up at him and cocked an eyebrow. “What’s up?” you asked quizzically.

“D-Do you honestly see this going somewhere?” he stuttered. His body was very stiff and he was scared to hear your answer.

You grew quiet and looked at the floor, unsure of what answer he wanted to hear. “Yes, of course Marco. I.. I just take a while to warm up to people I guess. I’ve been hurt in the past so I try not to get attached easily.”

You looked back up at him and kissed him, hoping you could distract him a bit. It seemed to work because he kissed you back intensely and crushed his body to yours. After a minute he broke away. “Okay, I get it. We can take it slow,” he said softly as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Thank you,” you mumbled as he kissed your forehead. “Now let’s crack open that wine and get a movie going.” Marco agreed and grabbed two wine glasses from the cabinet.

You headed to the couch and flipped the tv on as he poured the wine. You turned the fan on and got your huge soft blanket out and snuggled up.

Marco handed you your glass as he scooted up next to you and put his arm around you. “What do you want to watch?” he asked.

“Hmmm what about The Last Kingdom? They released a new season” you asked. He smirked and nudged you with his leg.

“Vikings isn’t enough Viking for you?” he asked.

You giggled and rolled your eyes. “Oh please, I know you love this show too!” You grabbed the remote and started the first episode of the new season and settled in, excited to see what would happen next in the world of Uhtred of Bebbanburg.

By the end of the second episode, you two finished the bottle of wine and Marco’s cheeks were flushed pink. You were both slightly buzzed and as he drank, Marco’s hand gradually drifted further up your thigh under the blanket.

You were acutely aware of the warmth of his palm through your pajama pants. His thumb rubbed back and forth and you closed your eyes, imagining feeling it a few inches to the left.

You couldn’t take it anymore and suddenly shifted your body more towards him and in a way that positioned his hand over your crotch. He looked over at you with wide eyes and met yours which were already looking up at him.

You hadn’t been intimate with him yet, so this took him by surprise. His breathing grew heavier and his heart started to beat a little faster. You tilted your hips up, pushing your pelvis up into his palm. He was frozen until you placed your hand over his and pressed his fingers down and rolled them around a bit.

After that little encouragement, Marco swatted your hand away and took over. He broke out of his shock and a lusty glaze covered his eyes. He leaned down and his lips hungrily sought out your neck.

He pressed his fingers down harder and rubbed your most sensitive spot more quickly as he watched the pleasure cross your face. Marco started to push his hand under the elastic waistband of your pants and under your plain cotton panties. If you knew this was going to happen you would’ve worn something sexy but you honestly didn’t expect this.

Marco’s fingers pushed the thought from your mind as they dipped into you and pulled your wetness up to your clit. He sighed as he felt how warm and wet you were already. He kissed your neck as he began to rub his thick fingers against you again.

A moan involuntarily escaped your lips and you melted into the couch. He moved his lips to yours and they crashed urgently against you. You could tell that Marco ached for you to touch him though he would never say it aloud. You let your hands wander down his body and stopped when you got to the waistband of his pants. You hooked a finger in between his pants and skin and his body jerked as if you shocked him. 

You ran your finger back and forth along his hot skin and he moved his head down to whisper into your ear. “You’re going to kill me, woman,” he panted and then nipped at your earlobe. 

You smirked and moved your hand to rub him over his pants. Marco was already very hard and ready to go. You gently squeezed his cock before moving your hand down underneath his pants but above boxers, eliciting a moan from him. 

“I’ll only touch you if you can make me moan your name,” you said with a sly grin. His breath hitched and started to frantically rub again. Ever since your fingers had snuck down below his waist, his own had been still on top of your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut as you concentrated on the sensation of his fingers on you. 

Suddenly he sat up and yanked your pajama pants down so you and your cotton granny panties were exposed to him. You bit your lip nervously and apologized, “Sorry I’m not wearing something hotter, I didn’t really expect this.” 

Marco scoffed and said, “I don’t think you could be any sexier than you are right now.” Next, he pulled you up and started to pull your tank top over your head. You were braless so once your shirt made it over your head you were almost totally exposed to him. Only your stupid panties remained. 

In a sharp and rough movement, Marco ripped, literally ripped, your panties off and tossed them aside. You were speechless and his eyes caught your surprised expression. You started giggling and couldn’t help but say, “Ummm okayyy Mr. Hulk.”

He laughed and pulled you onto his lap after tugging his sweatshirt and t-shirt over his head. His skin was burning with lust and made fierier because you were now sitting on him, totally naked. Marco gently kissed your collarbones and up your neck, making you squirm with delight. 

You groped at his waist, trying to feel for the button and zipper on his pants. Finally, your fingers found what they sought. You worked quickly to unfasten his pants and started to push them down. Marco raised his hips a bit so he could get them off the rest of the way and then went back to kissing you. 

When you lowered yourself back down you gasped when you felt that his boxers were gone too. The most sensitive part of your body finally connected with his and it was exhilarating. One of Marco’s hands drifted down your body and squeezed your hip firmly while his other held your neck. 

You lifted yourself up and reached down to guide him inside you and slowly sat back down. Marco stopped breathing as he felt you glide down him and gasped when you squeezed around him. After your body relaxed to accommodate his size, you began to move up and down in deliberately slow movements. 

Marco’s mouth hung open and closed only when he moved to kiss your neck and chin. He was totally overcome with the sensation of you writhing around on his lap. Your fingertips dug into his shoulders, trying to find a place to hold on to as you increased the pace of your motions.

(This delightful Marco gif is from @lisinfleur )

With the hand that wasn’t caressing your neck, Marco slipped between your bodies and found your clit. The way it felt to have him inside you and touching you in such a way was sinfully delicious. His lips moved up to yours and he bit gently down on your bottom one. His kisses were soft yet firm, they felt like he was so sure that you were everything he ever wanted and he didn’t want to hurt you. 

Marco’s moans were soft and adorable and escaped every time you sank all the way down on him. You noticed this and also how his face would scrunch up a certain way when your walls clenched around him. So, every time you sat far enough down that you felt his balls brush your skin, you squeezed and watched Marco’s expression. Such a simple reaction from Marco gave you extreme satisfaction. 

As the intensity of your lovemaking increased, so did the pressure inside your body that was sure to erupt soon. “Oh shit, Marco,” you panted, “please don't fucking stop touching me. I’m c- close. And I’m on the pill so don’t pull o-out.” His fingers moved faster and his kisses became frenetic at your words. 

You bounced up and down in a quickening pace and finally found release. You screamed Marco’s name as the pleasure washed through your body, and made you convulse uncontrollably. Your lips moved without thinking and you panted, “I-I.. lo-love... you,” between your moans. A second later Marco groaned loudly and shuddered violently. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were thankful that you were on birth control because this whole thing was very spontaneous. 

Marco collapsed onto his back and you fell on your side next to him. You nestled your head into his shoulder and put one of your legs across his body. You both closed your eyes and relaxed as you tried to slow your breathing. 

“So much for taking it slow, eh?” he said with his eyes closed and a smirk on his face. You smiled, eyes still closed as well, and punched him softly.

“How was I to know that the orgasms you give can literally make a girl tell you she loves you?” you said in a playfully defensive tone. Marco chuckled and ruffled your hair before squeezing you closer to his body.

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Zajok a nappaliból – Grande Traxelektor 2020 - “Mind”

Be kell hogy valljam, ezek a havi Traxelektorok nem is igazán fontosak. Mármint a megjelenés, tettenérés, begyűjtés szintjén azok, de mivel az elektronikus underground oly széles spektrumából történik a kiválasztás, az eredmény túlzottan eklektikus, és egymással nem igazán összeillő dolgok kerülnek egy kalapba. Persze a szelekció nagyon fontos egy olyan világban, ahol elképesztő mennyiségű túlinformáció áramlik, ahol az előadókat se könnyű követni, mert na várjál, példa: Karl O’Connor nevet viselő őstechnoarc úriember legismertebb a Regis néven, de Cub néven is jelent meg decemberben anyaga Simon Shreeve-vel közösen, ám két német haverral Ugandan Methods is tud lenni, illetve Anthony Child-dal (Surgeon-nel) British Murder Boys néven turnéztak pár éve, vagy amikor összeállt Function (David Sumner), Silent Servant (Juan Mendez), Regis (Karl O’Connor) és Female (Peter Sutton), akkor azt Sandwell District-nek hívták anno. A Discogs további 14 pszeudot sorol fel neve mellett. Szóval ezekből lehetne kanyarítani olyan érettségi feladatot, hogy a Kásler Doktor is egyből a Tízparancsolatot markolgatná, nemhogy Pisa-teszt. Szóval a Szelekció Hatalom. Olyan ez, mint egy nagy, több száz darabos kirakó. Most év végén ezt a 12 kalapot kiborítom, és szétválogatom 3 csoportba, ami háromféle zenei funkció és morfológia mentén jön létre. Idén az első a „Mind” nevet viseli, ezek a klasszikus nappaliba való szobazenék, akár lehet rájuk táncolni is, de inkább olyan hallgatós fajták, amik mellett akár beszélgetni is lehet. (Nem ellentmondás!) A következő posztban a „Move” kategória érkezik majd, szerintem ez elég egyértelmű ide a táncos, magas bpm számú darabok kerülnek (Shut Up and Dance!). Annyiban élve marad az eklektika, hogy bár dance, de ez lehet techno, industrial, ebm, electro, jungle, break stb... A harmadik posztban pedig „Sense” címmel a downtempo határterületeiről begyűjtött műremekek találhatók, tehát ambient, triphop, krautrock, dub, experimental zusammen cöxponilag legyen áldott a végtelen tér, melyben ott a helyed! Visszatérve a fenti fejtegetésre, olyan ez, mint mikor egy kép 2020 zeneiségéről csak itt a legvégén élesedik ki és válik láthatóvá (hallhatóvá). A TRXL 2020 Mind válogatásba 111 idei szerzemény került be, az össz játszási ideje kerek 11 óra (a szpotis playlist a hiányok miatt szokás szerint rövidebb, 8:23) A Random és a Krosszféd legyen veletek 2021-ben is!

Spotify playlist (83/111, 8h23m/11h00m) AAAA - Glide Age X [Runts, Acid Test] Abjective - Aristotle [Anteq, Detroit Underground] Acronym - The Sixth Mass Extinction [Melting Sea, Stilla Ton] Against All Logic - Faith [2017-2019, Other People] Against All Logic - Fantasy [2017-2019, Other People] Against All Logic feat. Estado Unido & FKA Twigs – Alucinao [Illusions Of Shameless Abundance, Other People] Alva Noto - Uni Blue (JASSS Remix) [Unieqav Remixes, Noton] Anatoly Grinberg & Mark Spybey - The Failure of Language [The Failure of Language, Ant-Zen] Anatta - Fields of Play (Tolouse Low Trax Knights & Wheels Remix) [Fields Of Play, The Magic Movement] Andrew Weatherall - Unknown Plunderer [Unknown Plunderer / End Times Sound, ByrdOut] ( posthumous) Anthony Rother - Our Reality [Cyberspace Reality, Psi49net] Anthony Rother - The Force (Digital Exclusive) [Machine, OMNIDISC] Anti Drone Squad - Self-Surveillance (Neinzer's Orbital Refix) [Pax Digitalis, Sin Hilo] Anunaku - Teleported [Stargate, 3024] ASC - Saturate [Absolute Zero, Arts] ASC - Telemachus [Absolute Zero, Arts] Black Merlin - Genesis Preacher [Genesis Preacher, B.M] Black Merlin - PK 9 [MOD IK, Bitta] Blancmange - Living on the Ceiling (Roman Flügel Remix)[Living On The Ceiling (Roman Flügel Remixes), London] Blitzkrieg Baby - Cannibal Commando (Ancient Methods Remix) [Remixed, aufnahme + wiedergabe] Bochum Welt - More Light (James Zabiela Remix) [Seafire Remixes, Central Processing Unit] Burrell Connection, The - Hertabrucke Sunset [Breaks That Strung The Camel Back, Optimo Music] Cabaret Voltaire - The Power (Of Their Knowledge) [Shadow Of Fear, Mute] Capitol K - Brook [Birdtrapper , Faith And Industry] Carl Finlow - Coulomb Blockade [Apparatus, 20/20 Vision] Cedric Elisabeth - Chaotic [Facing Reality, Detroit Underground] Chicks On Speed & Captain Mustache - Mentally Naked [Mentally Naked EP, My Favorite Robot] Chris Korda - Apologize to the Future [Apologize to the Future, Perlon] Chris Korda - Overshoot [Apologize to the Future, Perlon] Coco Bryce - Vegan Library [Deep Into The Jungle, Lobster Theremin] Commodo - Hot Pursuit [Loan Shark, Black Acre] Contours & Yadava - Udu [Cosmic Echoes, ANMA] Cult48 - Harbinger [Catalog 1, Self-Released] Cyan 85 - Aquasma [Lucid Intervals, Voitax] Daedelus - Fettle (QRTR Remix) [What Wands Remixes, Dome of Doom] Das Ding - Category Collapse (Heap Remix) [Your Content Will Arrive Shortly, Mechatronica White] Das Ding - Your Content Will Arrive Shortly [Your Content Will Arrive Shortly, Mechatronica White] Deadbeat & The Mole - I'd Rather Be Lonely [Deadbeat Meets The Mole, BLKRTZ] Denial of Service - Junkie Foxtrot [False Positives, Film] Dense & Pika - Amber (Original Mix) [Hypercolour Patterns Vol. 11, Hypercolour] dgoHn - Robin's Windmill [Undesignated Proximate, Love Love] Die Orangen - Krautback (Full Circle’s Fail We May Sail We Must Remix) [Saft 3, Malka Tuti] Die Wilde Jagd - Himmelfahrten [Haut, Bureau B] Djedjotronic - Rusted (Original Mix) [Boish EP, Boysnoize] Dom and Roland - A Broken Heart [Lost In The Moment, Dom & Roland Productions] Dubfound - Secret For Granny (Original Mix) [Secret For Granny , Rawax] Emaenuel - Treasure [Contact 7, All Centre] Emma DJ – Fuzmec [VA. - An Easy Way Out For Those Who Can't Escape, L.I.E.S.] E-Saggila - E-1 [Archives 2015-18, Cobalt] E-Saggila - Genesis Factory [Anima Bulldozer, Northern Electronics] Exhausted Modern - Apex of the Universe [Datura, Artificial Horizon] Exhausted Modern - Odd Fish Washed-up [Failing State EP, OMO] Exhausted Modern - The Best is Yet to Come [Conditions of Struggle, Struggle for Conditions, Endless Illusion] Exhausted Modern - The Serpent And The Rainbow [Datura, Artificial Horizon] Fluxion - Glimpses II [Perspectives, Vibrant Music] Forgemasters - Skies Over Sheffield (96 Back Eccy Beach Heatwave Mix)[Skies Over Sheffield, Seven Hills] Forgemasters - Skies Over Sheffield (Luca Lozano's Sunshine On Sharrow Mix)[Skies Over Sheffield, Seven Hills] Headless Horseman - Hunted [Inhabited Shadows, Headless Horseman] Hieroglyphic Being - This Is From The Radiance [The Shittest Sounds U Don't Ever Want 2 Hear With Spiritual Name Titles 2 Prove How Deep I Am Vol. 1, Soul Jazz] Hoshina Anniversary - Narinuredo [Go Shichi Go Shichi Shichi, Youth] Huan Huan - One Big Bug [One Big Bug, Kompakt] Imre Kiss - Mer de Désir (Auratekh trackmix) [Mer de Désir, Crisis] Imre Kiss - Oimachi (Intergalactic Gary Remix) [Oimachi , Dalmata Daniel] Imre Kiss - Repeater [Mer de Désir, Crisis] Intergalactic Gary - Microwaves [DDS03, Dalmata Daniel] Jasss - Turbo Olé [Whities 027, Whities] Jasss - We Solve This Talking [Whities 027, Whities] Jay Glass Dubs - Dots On Nails [Soma, Berceuse Heroique] Jay Glass Dubs - Wagon Prophet [Soma, Berceuse Heroique] Jimi Tenor - Journey To Bismuth [Metamorpha, BubbleTease Communications] Jimi Tenor - The Flat Roundabout [Metamorpha, BubbleTease Communications] Jimmy Urine & Serj Tankian - Shot [Fuktronic, Serjical Strike] Kanthor - Epitaphe [Mathème, Shaded Explorations] Konx-Om-Pax & Silvia Kastel - Säule Acid (Club Mix) [Return To Cascada, Planet Mu] Krikor - We As One In The S.D.T. Style [VA - Bongo Beats and Bankruptcy - The Sound of I'm a Cliché, I'm a Cliché] Kris Baha - Barely Alive (Timothy J. Fairplay Remix) [Barely Alive, Emotional Especial] Krust - 7 Known Truths [The Edge Of Everything, Crosstown Rebels] Legowelt - Shadows In The Street Life [Pancakes With Mist, Nightwind] L-F-D-M & Veronica Maximova - Obsolete Vernacular [VA - Mothership, Midnight Shift & Voitax] Livingtotem - Yoshino Mausoleum [Surreal Existence, Ant-Zen] Low Budget Aliens - Geo-Stationary Monument [Junk DNA, xpq] Luke Slater - When It Twists [VA - Air Texture Volume VII, Air Texture] Marco Shuttle - Arpex [Ritmo Elegante, Spazio Disponibile] Marco Shuttle - Qatarsi [Ritmo Elegante, Spazio Disponibile] Metal - Alloyed Forces [Point Vacancies, ESP Institute] Monolake - Gantt Exodus [Archaeopteryx, Monolake - Imbalance Computer Music] Nathan Fake - Cry Me a Blizzard [Blizzards, Cambria Instruments] natural/electronic.system. - Rituale [Mantis 02, Delsin] nthng - Wave Return [Hypnotherapy, Lobster Theremin] Nummer Music - Windchill [Night Confidence, Nummer Music] Om Unit - Runes [Submerged, Self-Released] Otik - Falling Forward [Zero-Sum Game, Shall Not Fade] Otik - Wetlands [Wetlands, Intergraded] Overmono - Verbosa [Everything U Need, XL] Pye Corner Audio - Weather the Storm [Where Things Are Hollow 2, Lapsus] Porter Brook - Deliverance [GROUNDWORK 02, Groundwork] Silicon Scally - Proximity Sensor [Dormant, Central Processing Unit] Squarepusher - Terminal Slam [Be Up A Hello, Warp] Stílus Együttes - Júniusi esteledés a lugasban [Gyermekévek 2012​-​2019, Self-Released] Sumiruna - Griot [Griot, Merkaba] Tolouse Low Trax - Sales Pitch [Jumping Dead Leafs, Bureau B] Tomaga - Ersangerkrieg [Extended Play 2, Self-released] Tornado Wallace - Atoms [Midnight Mania, Optimo Music] TOY - Strangulation Day (Cosey Fanni Tutti Remix) [Happy In The Hollow, Tough Love] TVII SON - Am I [TVII SON, MIC] Új Látásmód Fúzió & Csermanek Lakótelep - Betonráma [Slágerbarátság, Senkrecht] Urlaub in Polen - T.H.D.T [All, Tapete] UVB76 - Kang Kang Kang [Iwa Gaaden, Random Numbers] UVB76 - Onibi [Iwa Gaaden, Random Numbers] Vested Soul - Give Me a Chance [Give Me a Chance, Gated] Viers - Douglas Descend [Innocence, Typeless] Wata Igarashi – Homecoming [Traveling, Omnidisc]

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