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barbasbodaciousbeard · 3 years

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Abuelitas, Tantrums, and Ropa Vieja

Summary: With Lucia back from Florida and the squad aware of Rebecca and Catalina, Rafael decides it’s time to introduce them over his abuelita’s ropa vieja. Since he’s been able to maneuver his schedule to spend most days working from home, he assumes a trip to Whole Foods will be no problem, but Catalina isn’t used to hearing no from papi.

Pairings: Rafael Barba x OC

First Part-Second Part -Third Part - Fourth Part - Fifth Part

“Mami, I need to tell you something. Do you remember Rebecca?”

Rafael’s hand was squeezing hers. Now that Liv and her squad knew, Rafael was acutely aware word would travel. There was no logical way for news to reach Lucia, but he wanted to introduce Catalina to her, see the three most important women in his life in one room. He was, however, afraid of what she would say and how she would respond. Once she realized she loved Rebecca, pressure to get married would mount, and he was determined for them to take their time. There was also the possibility his mother would react poorly, questioning paternity or Rebecca’s motives. He couldn’t decide which option made him more nervous.

“I did go see her while you were in Florida. And we’re together again. She forgave me. But mami, there’s something else.” His eyes flickered to the ceiling, the corner that would be under his sleeping daughter’s bed. “Mami, when I ignored her? She was pregnant.”

She could hear Lucia holding her breath, and Rebecca leaned to press a gentle kiss to Rafael’s shoulder, hovering there. His voice was less like the confident or penitent Rafael she’d seen; instead, he sounded a lot like Catalina did when she was afraid she’d be in trouble. He’d asked her to sit with him as he called his mom, and he held her hand like an anchor, green eyes fixed ahead.

“Yeah, really. And she’ll be three in August. I moved in with them, not back to my place. Rebecca named her Catalina….Yeah, for abuelita. We want you to come over for dinner. Meet her….Rebecca tried to tell me. It’s not her fault you didn’t know….Mami, she didn’t know how to contact you. Trust me, she’s ecstatic for us to be here. And Cat looks like a Barba. EVerybody says she looks just like me….Yeah. Five is perfect. Becs will be home from school and I’m home with Cat all day….Eres una abuela ahora, mami….Si, yo soy un papa….Te amo. Nos vemos mañana por la tarde.”

He hung up, tongue between his teeth as he texted his mom a selection of pictures and videos. The ones from Christmas eve, New Years Eve, and nights in. Rafael was proudest of one Rebecca had sent him. She’d gotten home, neither Rafael or Catalina noticing her, and when she came to the living room, he was at his writing desk, face serious and Catalina making the same face at her easel beside him. Rebecca’s favorite picture of the father and daughter was from when he’d fallen asleep reading Catalina a bedtime story, curling up in his sleep on the child sized bed with their daughter against his chest. He sent mami that one too.

“Sounds like it went well.”

“I think she’s processing. She hasn’t thought I’ll ever have a partner or a child. But, she’s been playing step grandma to Enrique’s grandkids. I think she’s over the moon to have her own now. He’s in Florida another week or she’d be bringing him.”

“Catalina will be excited.”

“She’s been asking about meeting grandma. I’m making abuelita’s ropa vieja.”

“So I’m not even cooking?” she grinned. “It’ll be a good night.”

“We split it!” he defended, wrapping around her and propping his chin on her shoulder. “Mostly. But not when people come.”

“Exactly. Also, I want to try your abuelita’s ropa vieja.”

“I wish she could have met her namesake.”

“Me too.”

“She’d have liked you. Not how I ended up. But she’d have liked you.”

“She’d be proud of you, Rafa.”

“I was supposed to be a judge,” he shrugged. “Mami is disappointed too.”

“She’d happy that you’re happy, baby.”

“I know. But she can still wish I were an ADA or DA. She used to tell me to stick close to Alex too. And call me el juez.”

“She’d have changed her mind if she knew what he’d done. Rafael, she’s watching over you. I know she is.”

“Gracias, mi amor. Vamos a dormir. It’s late.”

The next day, Rafael saw Rebecca off to work, and it occurred to him this would be his first day running errands with Catalina while she was gone. He’d taken her the park and to the sitter or her uncles’ house. Now, as he bundled her up to go buy everything he’d need to cook dinner, he wondered if grocery shopping with a toddler would be as bad as the parents he’d seen in the past with children screaming for whatever had caught their eye. Then again, he hadn’t seen Catalina throw any fits. He had the collapsable bag and Catalina’s hand in his as they started towards the Whole Foods that he was thankful was within walking distance. Each time they left, he watched her like a hawk, but like clockwork, she’d asked him to carry her after a block.

“C’mon, mija,” he smiled softly, settling her into the cart carefully before he made his way to the meat counter. He hated grocery shopping normally. Rebecca had always teased him for how often they ordered food in. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy cooking, he just didn’t have time. Since finding out about Catalina and having the time to cook, he’d gone back to making the recipes he’d learned growing up and figuring out new things Catalina could help make. Grocery shopping remained unbearable, though, and he always ordered them delivered. Today, there wasn’t time, but he found that it was much more bearable as Catalina told him her favorite snacks and chattered away. He gave her Oh yeah?s and Very good, mijas st the right times, even adding the box of frosted cereal to the cart. He did not expect to lock eyes with Jack McCoy across the wine aisle, freezing with his hand on the bottle of red in the cart.

“Rafael,” he greeted, shaking his hand. “I didn’t know you were back.”

“Jack. Yes you did,” he chuckled. “I went up against your ADA.”

“I suppose you did. But not my ADA. I retired.” The older man’s eyes went to Catalina, watching her father and the stranger. “She’s got to be yours.”

“She is,” he said, and Jack could see Rafael’s chest puff out with a pride he’d only ever seen in court. “Mija, this is papi’s friend, Mr. McCoy. Can you introduce yourself?”

“Hi, Mr. McCoy! I’m Cat!”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Cat.” The smile he gave Rafael was knowing. “It looks like leaving the DA’s office was the right move for you. In Whole Foods on a Friday? Defense work? Or stay at home dad?”

“Both. Innocence Project. I meet with clients on Mondays. Other than that I work from home and Cat goes to the sitter or her uncles for court days. I might give it all up to teach, though. I’m doing a class right now.”

“I didn’t know you had somebody, Rafael. She’d have been born after your trial.”

“I didn’t know until December. Her mom tried but I cut everyone off. Showed up to try and win her back. Got a two for one.”

“Fatherhood looks good on you.”

“Thanks, Jack. I’m happy.” Jack clapped a hand on his shoulder as he passed, and Catalina looked up at her father. He smiled, kissing the top of her head. “You know papi loves you?”

“I love you too, papi.”

He gathered the groceries, nerves high as he realized Catalina was getting tired. It struck him that it meant he’d be toting her on his hip and the groceries in the bag on wheels. They stood in the line, and she was reaching for every snack nearby. Each time, he took her hand and kissed her fingers, whispering a no softly. Each time, Catalina got increasingly annoyed, and one of his own expressions, mouth in a straight line and brow furrowed, looked back at him. She grabbed a packaged cookie when his wallet was out, and he sighed, taking it from her hand and anticipating the whimper that escaped her.

Rebecca said he had to work on standing firm and telling Catalina no. It was fine when he had her, but the sitter, Al, and Rebecca were getting to deal with come aparts when she didn’t get her way. He was able to get his card put away before the wail escaped her. Free hand on the handle of the cart, he took her hand and was able to at least get her away from the register before she fell to the floor. Now he saw what Rebecca had warned him about.

“Cat,” he said softly as he squatted beside her. “Come on, mija. Get up. We’ll go home and have lunch.”

“Cookie.”

“No, mija, you can’t have that. You have to eat lunch first.”

“Cookie.”

“We can have cookies at home.”

Rafael didn’t like the way his face was heating up as he knelt, able to see the people around him looking. Were they judging him? Did he look like he was as bad at this as he felt right now? His first time not taking her to the park, and she’s screaming? He was also suddenly struck by memories of his own childhood the few times he’d cried. It infuriated him to think his father did anything but accept the red hot embarrassment that was a part of this. Rafael could handle the stares; he could never raise his voice, much less his hand, to her. But, he felt frustration build as he went to lead her out, and Catalina dropped as though her body were lead. A woman stepped past and he sent a tight lipped smile and received an understanding one in return. Dios mio, this must be part of the deal.

“Mija,” he begged, desperation evident in his voice. “Please. We have to go home.” Does fatherhood still look good on me, Jack? God, McCoy could walk by at any moment. He wanted to just pick up Catalina and carry her screaming home, but when he went to, he received a sharp, definitive no. If there were two goals he had for Catalina, they were to know she was in charge of her person and that no one should ever hurt her. Keeping his temper in check was easier than he expected, but now, he recognized the former goal meant dropping to sit on the cold concrete floor of Whole Foods, back against the wall and Catalina laying beside him as he hammered out a text to Rebecca.

What stops a tantrum?

You have to wait it out or put her in the stroller.

I didn’t bring the stroller.

I told you. Always bring the stroller. You okay?

Fuck, she had. Just not this morning.

Can’t triple chocolate chip cookies be lunch?

Did you tell her no?

Yeah. I want to take it back.

She’ll be fine. Tell me what’s happened.

She’s sleepy I think. Wanted snacks in line. I said no every time. Then she picked up the cookies while I was paying. I took them out of her hand and she lost it. I’m sitting on the floor by the wall while she screams. I’m a terrible father.

Within moments, his phone rang, and just the sight of Rebecca’s contact photo calmed him slightly.

“Please tell me I can just say yes.”

“She’s nearing the end of wailing,” she said, and he could hear the chatter of her students in the background. “Hear how the wail dies out instead of ending strong?”

“I don’t want to say no.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, hating the way his voice sounded: whiny and desperate.

“C’mon, papi, you gotta hold out. When it ends? She’ll take a nap and move on.”

“Or I could just buy the cookies. She’s crying. It hurts when she cries. I don’t like it.”

“Trust me, you’ll realize which cries are ‘I didn’t get my way’ and which cries are ‘I’m in emotional danger.’ I know it’s hard, baby.”

“I’m so bad at this. Everyone keeps staring.”

“If they have kids, it’s sympathetic. If they have kids and it’s not sympathetic, they’re dicks. Did you try picking her up?”

“She said no. So we’re sitting here.”

“This too shall pass. Welcome to the reality part of fatherhood.”

“I like being new and always the good guy.”

“When you give her lunch, she’ll forget she didn’t get the cookies. Probably before then.”

“What if we make cookies?”

“Whatever makes you both feel better.”

“Te amo, hermosa. Thank you.”

“Glad to coach you through. I love you. You’re an amazing father, okay? No one is good at tantrums.” He hung up, and when he looked ahead he saw McCoy give him a sympathetic smile. Of course he really would see Rafael on the floor now. He gave a salute and tired grimace. It took another few minutes for Catalina’s crying to stop. She looked at him with tear stained cheeks, and Rafael felt like an asshole.

“Ready to go home, mija?” She nodded, sniffling as she held her arms up. He grunted as he stood from the floor, displeased with the way his knees cracked. Once she was settled on his hip, he pulled the basket behind them as they walked. Catalina looped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder, and he smiled to himself. So it really was temporary. She was definitely tired now if she wasn’t before. He laid her on the couch when they were home, letting her sleep as he created the sauce for the ropa vieja and put the meat in to cook. It smelled like abuelita’s apartment on the cold nights he’d hidden from his father there, and she’d helped him study and fed him the comforting dish. He could still remember sitting at her table, feet dangling the day she saw the deep purple bruising along his side when he reached to get a dish for her. He hadn’t had to go home for a month.

He was always afraid some part of his father would burst forth. It had been two glorious months of being able to be a father, but he still found himself considering the possibility he’d change into some caricature of the elder Barba. The idea of raising his voice to Catalina was enough to make his stomach churn, and he knew he’d never do anything to hurt her or make her feel like he had.

But surely his father never thought he’d beat his own son? Surely he’d looked at newborn Rafael, small and delicate, and had the same urge he did to protect his child? Whenever the thoughts got bad, every couple of weeks, he’d curl up beside Rebecca and tell her. That was certainly a difference. His father was always rage and disappointment; Rafael couldn’t imagine he’d expressed how he felt to his mother often, especially fear or happiness or sadness. Rebecca thought his desperation to be different was enough proof he wouldn’t end up like him.

When Catalina was awake, the rest of the day went by in a blur. He settled at his desk to grade papers, and halfway through, Catalina climbed in his lap with a notepad, doodling as he marked. That was how Rebecca found them when she got home, pressing a kiss to the top of their heads. It looked like they’d weathered the tantrum just fine. She’d worried about Rafael all day. In the time since they were last together, she’d gotten tougher. He’d gotten more emotional, and she knew this probably brought up a lot he didn’t want to think about, but she was confident now he’d talk to her about it before bed.

“Looks like everyone survived,” she teased gently.

“Yeah. I just sat there until she was ready.”

“It sucks, I know. That’s why you always take the stroller. Maneuver her in.”

“Does this happen a lot?”

“She’s two, Rafael. Testing boundaries. And then papi never says no.”

“Papi said no cookies,” Catalina said seriously.

“Did you get cookies later?”

“Yes,” she admitted with a sheepish smile.

“So when mama or papi says no, it isn’t always so bad?”

“No.” Her admission was reluctant, arms crossed in front of her and face serious. He laughed, closing up the folder.

“Well, papi’s mami will be here soon. She’s your grandma. Abuelita.”

“Abuelita,” Catalina repeated, nodding. Rebecca took advantage of being home to sit with Catalina, who was determined they needed to draw together, as Rafael finished cooking. When his mother arrived, he nearly ran to the door, wrapped in an apron. Lucia had only seen her son on video calls while she’d been in Florida, and she realized when he opened the door that cameras couldn’t relay the way her his shoulders and jaw held less tension and his mouth sat in the slightest smile instead of a straight line. The sight of him in a polo shirt and jeans, with bare feet and an apron messy with the ropa vieja she could smell, was jarring in the best way.

“Mami,” he grinned, wrapping her in a hug. He’d always been her son when they were together, soft and sweet and doting, but he’d never seemed so calm.

“Mijo,” she smiled, leaning back and gripping his forearms. “You look good. And it smells like abuelita’s recipe?”

“Sí. I think I haven’t made it for Rebecca before. And definitely not for Cat.”

“Let me see her.” Lucia was ecstatic, and she could just see the little brunette peaking around the wall. It warmed her heart to see Rafael go and kneel, hushed whispers between them before he picked her up with ease. He’d never been the best with children, but it seemed age, circumstance, and Olivia’s son had done enough to unlock the paternal part of him his mother had always known was hidden. Catalina’s arms were wrapped around her father’s neck, watching Lucia with curiosity.

“Catalina, this is your abuelita.” His voice was gentle as he spoke, and Lucia leaned to look at her. It was like looking at Rafael when he was the same age. Her mouth was different, more like her mother’s, but the curls and eyes were him. The look as she inspected this new guest in their home was all Rafael as well.

“Hi Catalina. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, abuelita.” Lucia could see the way the little girl focused on the word.

“I made you your papi’s favorite treat. They’re called pastelitos de guayaba.”

“What are those?”

“It just means guava pastries. Your papi used to eat them all when his abuelita and I made them.”

“I’ll share with him,” Catalina said seriously, wiggling in her father’s arms. He knew well enough to know that meant she was comfortable and let her down. “Gracias, abuelita.”

“Is papi teaching you Spanish?”

“Yeah! I ask him words and stuff. And I can count to ten!”

“Wow! You’re smart like him. Can you introduce me to your mami?”

Rafael put the box of pastelitos in the kitchen, turning the heat just high enough to keep everything warm before going to the living room. He watched Catalina, her abuelita’s hand in hers, march up to Rebecca. His abuelita was here; he could feel her presence. It was there in the patience with which his mother was already doting on Catalina, in the smell of the ropas viejas wafting through the house, in the way Catalina was proudly introducing her mother and grandmother. His abuelita had always been home and safety, even when his mother couldn’t provide the latter, and he had both now. He only wished she could see her namesake in the living room, now walking to introduce Lucia to each stuffed animal. He was incandescently happy for the first time, and Rebecca had finally gotten him to believe that would be enough for abuelita.

When everyone came and sat around the kitchen table, plates piled with beans and rice and beef, the last part of him that felt like it was racing, desperate to prove he could be a good father, stilled. Today had included a tantrum in the market, but he’d weathered it without even raising his voice to Catalina. He was doing work that wouldn’t catapult him to judge, but it made him feel good. He was settled down with Rebecca and a daughter and could finally acknowledge he wasn’t his father. A combination of cherry picked defense work, the Innocence Project, and teaching were allowing him a serenity he hadn’t thought he’d get in his forty-nine years. In August, he’d reach fifty, and he was grateful to realize he’d reach it genuinely happy instead of mistaking success for happiness.

“¿Estás bien mijo?” Lucia had asked while Rebecca was feeding Catalina.

“Sí mamá. Estoy feliz.”

“Puedo ver que lo eres. Cuando te vas a casar con ella?”

“Tan pronto como puedo. Dale tiempo.”

#rafael barba #rafael barba x oc #rafael Barba x reader #law and order #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #writing

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lumassen · 4 years

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RomNor where they’re both animal loving dorks. I’m gonna do this over two parts cause I got carried away. Here’s the first part from Lukas’s POV, and I’ll write the next part soon from Vlad’s POV.

Part 2 here!

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“Mr Thomassen? He’s here again. The cat guy.”

Lukas looked up from his paperwork when the receptionist's voice echoed through the pager system and sighed. He drummed his pen on the desk, chin in palm, waiting to see if he pretended to be busy the receptionist would just tell this guy to go away or book an appointment-

“Mr Thomassen, he’s asking to be seen and you don’t have your next appointment for another 10 minutes. Shall I send him in?”

-but she didn’t. He stood up and wheeled his chair back under the desk.

“Fine. Send him in.” Lukas said into the pager, then snatched his finger away from the tannoy button and pulled on a fresh pair of blue latex gloves. It was always busy at the surgery he worked in, and as a senior vet with the most experience that often meant that he got stuck with the walk ins between appointments. Lukas didn’t even have to ask the name of this particular walk in, as he already knew.

Forcing the best fake smile that he could, Lukas watched as the door opened and the person struggled between pushing their door open with their back and heaving a large cat carrier into the room.

“Vlad, what a surprise. What can I do for you this time?” Lukas said as he walked around the examining table in the middle of the room and peered into the carrier when Vlad set it down.

“Thanks for seeing me. This is Pebbles. She was surrendered to us a couple days ago and she needs a check up and her nails trimming.”

Lukas glanced at Vlad, his expression flat and thin eyebrow raised.

Vlad was a volunteer from the local animal shelter and had been bringing more and more animals to the surgery over the past few months to the point where Lukas was debating making a membership stamp card for him. Though he loved animals and was proud to be a vet, there were only so many walk-ins from Vlad that Lukas could take.

“You do realise that I’m a vet, not a groomer. I’m happy to spay and neuter for free for your shelter and perform the odd surgery, but I’m going to have to charge you for my time today- ow!”

Lukas quickly retracted his hand away from where he had his fingers through the bars of the carrier in an attempt to open it. Blood seeped through the tear in his glove from where Pebbles had scratched him.

“If it were any other cat I’d have no problem checking over her myself, but I learnt the hard way too.” Vlad said sheepishly, extending his own hands that were red raw and covered in scratches. Lukas winced as he looked at them, tearing his glove off and quickly wiping the scratch across the back of his own hand with an antiseptic wipe. Pulling another pair of gloves from the box, Lukas walked back over to the cat carrier and peered inside at Pebbles as the poor thing cornered at the back, hissing and spitting at him.

“I’m guessing she was surrendered for aggression then?” he asked, glancing at Vlad as he nodded,

“Yeah. We think she’d been abused too which is why she’s like this.”

Lukas tutted and shook his head, his heart aching for the poor cat.

Looking at the clock, Lukas was wary of the time and the fact that he didn’t have long before his next appointment. As much as Vlad would frustrate him by just showing up with cats, dogs, rabbits, and even a snake once, his heart was too big for his own good, and as a fellow animal lover Lukas couldn’t help but admire his dedication to the animal shelter.

He rolled his sleeves up and tucked his hair behind his ears.

“Right, Vlad, on the count of three I’m going to open the cage. One… Two…”

Vlad stepped back and Lukas braced himself,

“Three!” he leaned forward and gripped the lock on the front of the cat carrier, flicking it open and watching as Pebbles shot out from the cage and darted under the desk, her eyes wide and panicked as she growled lowly, her tail swishing behind her.

“How the hell did you get her in the cat carrier?” Lukas turned to look at Vlad incredulously, and he just shrugged and grinned,

“I’m like the cat whisper.” he said, though his grin faltered under Lukas’s unamused stare.

“Cat treats. I put them into the cage and she just went in.”

Walking over to the cupboard in the corner, Lukas took out a packet of chicken flavoured treats and tipped a couple into his hand before tossing the pack at Vlad.

“Here, put a couple of these on the workbench and keep the pack in your hand so that she can see it.”

Then, he crouched down to look under the desk, his palm outstretched towards Pebbles.

“C’mon Pebbles. Come to Lukas. I’m not gonna hurt you.” he cooed softly, staying as still as possible while Pebbles cautiously crept forward. He waited until she’d eaten a couple of the treats from his hand before he reached forward and grasped her around the middle. She hissed and scratched and threw a fit while Lukas lifted her up and put her on the bench, but calmed down again once all four of her paws were down on the surface and she’d tucked into the huge pile of treats that Vlad had tipped out.

Lukas could feel his cheek burning from where Pebbles had struck him once again with her claw, and he wiped the blood away on the sleeve of his veterinary scrubs.

The two of them watched as she ate, growling between mouthfuls.

“I know I’m annoying, and I’m sorry for bringing her in, Lukas, but she’s on the kill list and I really wanted to just try and give her a chance but she’s not making it easy for herself.” Vlad spoke up after a minute or so, his expression crestfallen, and Lukas reached over and touched his arm gently.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m happy to help.” Lukas said, and it was true. Although he loved his job, it could be tough and stressful at times, especially when he had to put down a perfectly healthy animal just because it was considered ‘unadoptable’ for silly things that sometimes literally came down to the colour of it’s fur or it’s temperament. He wouldn’t let that happen to Pebbles, or have it weigh on Vlad’s conscience.

Lukas thought for a minute, looking between the cat, then Vlad, then the clock before he sighed heavily.

“Look, I have one last appointment in a couple of minutes, a check up on a pregnant rabbit so it shouldn’t take long, before I’m done for the day,” he began, then closed his eyes for a minute in disbelief of himself, “why don’t you wait here until I’m done and I’ll foster Pebbles for a while until you can rehome her.”

When Lukas opened his eyes, Vlad was just inches from his face, grinning ear to ear,

“Lukas, seriously? Oh my god, I could kiss you!” he cried, and Lukas felt his face turn bright pink. He smoothed down his scrubs and avoided Vlad’s gaze as he walked to the door,

“Don’t be silly. It’s not a big deal. I care for animals, it’s my job.” he said as he opened the door,

“I’ll use assessment room three so you can wait in here. I won’t be long.”

Lukas left the room, closing the door gently behind him then leant against it. He wasn’t sure if his heart was hammering at the thought that he’d just fostered an aggressive cat on a whim that was sure to tear up his carpet and swing from his curtains, or if it had anything to do with Vlad’s choice of words to express his gratitude. Whatever was causing it, Lukas shook his head and set off down the corridor to the waiting room and stuck his head around the corner to call for his next appointment.

#romnor #aph norway #aph romania #I wrote this in like an hour sorry if its shit lol #I think this is the first time I've written romnor

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winterironholidayexchange · 5 years

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2018 WI Holiday Exchange: Gift List

A giant THANK YOU to everyone who was a part of the @winterironholidayexchange this year. No matter if you created something, shared our posts to get the word out, or are now leaving comments and kudos on all the wonderful stories and art, this exchange wouldn’t have been possible without each and every one of you.

You rock, you are the best, and we love you.

And now, the thing we know you’ve all been waiting for: the complete gift list.

Enjoy! ⛄

“Welcome! Everything is fine.” by burbear for sara_wolfe

The afterlife was a lot weirder than Tony thought it should be. For one, it’s called the Good Place, and the points system that decides whether a person goes to the Good Place or not definitely had a flaw in it somewhere because, hello, why would he, Tony Stark of all people, be in the Good Place? Also, there’s a ridiculous number of frozen yogurt shops.

Just what the fork is going on here?

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Nightmare Dressed Like a Daydream by DreamcatchersDaughter for glyphsbowtie

Bucky accidentally crashes a blind date and hes not all that sorry about it.

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Mini-Stark by TheMaroonRedWolf for Tahlruil

De-aged Tony fic. My fill for the 2018 WinterIron Holiday Exchange.

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Wicked Game by StarSpangledBucky for OneSmartChicken

Leading a double life was troubling enough for Bucky, one as the superhero ‘The Winter Soldier’, the other as a florist. Now that his newfound friend, Tony Stark (who only knows him as Winter) has met the other side of him, things get complicated. Bucky isn’t prepared for the consequences he might face, as love between himself and Tony starts blossoming…quicker than he ever intended.

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Up, Up, Down, Down… by burbear for monobuu

Tony has just about had it with Loki and magic, seriously. Being transported into a kid’s movie? How is this even a kid’s movie? And no offense, Thor, magic hammers are not that great. Oh, and to top it all off, he’s dressed in ridiculous blue outfit like some kind of retro handyman while his crush gets a badass cyber-suit.

God, he hates magic.

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barren winter with his wrathful nipping cold by sevedra for StarSpangledBucky

Tony had expected to spend this Christmas alone. But he has James now. All is looking up for them until secrets try to tear them apart.

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Undercover by glyphsbowtie for marsmaywander

“It’s absolutely an option.” Bucky unfolds himself from the doorframe, rising to his full, impressive height languidly, like a deadly cat uncurling from a nap. “You’re all too recognisable, right? Nobody is going to recognise me. Stick some nerd glasses on me and I’ll blend right into a tech conference.” The idea of Bucky in glasses does things to Tony, but he clears his throat and looks back down at the laptop, trying to avoid making eye contact with Bucky. “Yeah, except for one obvious problem, old man. You’re a million years old and know absolutely nothing about tech.” - Bucky and Tony work together on a mission, and Bucky reveals he knows about Tony’s secret crush on him.

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The Tsum of Our Parts by Shi_Toyu for Briz

Tony couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t had his soul Tsum. The little thing had appeared as soon as Tony was born, which wasn’t completely unheard of. It just meant that his soulmate was older than him, old enough to have already developed their own Tsum characteristics, so maybe early teenage years. That happened all the time. It wasn’t even particularly scandalous. They’d probably meet later in life, when the age gap didn’t mean quite so much.

What was unusual was how cold his Tsum was.

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Howl At The Night by Eirlyssa for beir

Having escaped from their kidnappers, Bucky and Tony have to find a way to get home. Unfortunately, Tony isn’t doing very well.

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Plums by Morethancupcake for Feelingsinwinter

“Everything hurts for a second, and the Asset fights the nausea, tries to figure out where he is, what he’s supposed to do, and most of all, who decided to taunt him with his words.”

The Asset isn’t supposed to dream, but he does, and soon his world revolves around a smart little boy with brown eyes.

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Journeys End in Lovers Meeting by TheSopherfly for Arboreal

Bucky writes letters to his sweetheart back home during the war. Nobody knows his sweetheart is Anthony Stark, Howard’s younger brother.

In which Tony and Bucky meet, part, and meet again.

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Get Your Flirt On (Or: How to Stare Your Way into a Date) by InsaneJuliann for Nantai

Bucky’s come to Hogwarts for his seventh year, and joins the Quidditch team at the persistence of his friends Clint and Steve. Through a Quidditch game he meets Tony - competitive and constantly sending Bucky challenging looks. Bucky has no idea what his deal is - or why everyone he knows thinks Tony’s not as much of a jerk as their little stare-offs would make him seem.

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Tattoos and Tulips by MassiveSpaceWren for Morethancupcake

Silver fox tattoo artist Tony goes on a date with florist Bucky.

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Prank Wars gone wrong by IronEyes for dendrite_blues

Bucky and Tony are roommates and hate each other from the start. It starts to delevop in a prank war that hurts nobody, until Tony takes it too far. Or does he?

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Swipe Right by dendrite_blues for tonystans

hey we hooked up last night and it turns out you are my kid’s teacher.

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You’ve become quite familiar by MassiveSpaceWren for Morethancupcake

Tony recently gained a slighly scruffy crow as a roommate.

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Of instagramers and their followers by eriot for TheVagabondBoy

prompt: Bucky the Instagram Thot, Tony the thirsty hoe.

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Resilient by nativemossy for gryvon

Anthony “Tony” Carbonell, disinherited son of a billionaire, proud graduate of a community college in nowhere New Jersey, and out-and-proud bisexual is the proprietor of a small coffee shop by the name of Resilient. Now that his life has settled down he’s beginning to suspect that he might have a few problems that are making work much harder than it needs to be.

James “Bucky” Barnes, disabled veteran, hermit, and long-suffering best friend has returned from Afghanistan to a world that he doesn’t quite know how to live in. He wants to contribute more to the world than sitting on his couch and collecting his check every month, but is having a hard time gathering the energy to do much more than tie his shoes.

A coffee shop full of meddling friends might be just the place where both men can find a place to heal and move on, hopefully together.

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Anima by Arboreal for burbear

Bucky had always been able to hear the voices of the things around him.

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Focus by Nantai for eriot

Bucky Barnes, veteran and ex-assassin, is just trying to make some legal money for once. He is reformed after all! Tony Stark, billionaire and mob boss, really needs an escort who can double as security because Steve is a worrywart.

Neither planned for secrets to come out and apologies to be made. And yet, here we are…

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Resting Murder Face by camichats for lordofsoup

Everyone knows that Bucky and Tony love each other.

…Except for Tony and Bucky. After watching them pine uselessly, the Avengers and Company do their best to get them together, even if the oblivious idiots make it more difficult than it needs to be.

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I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight by Sullen for TheMaroonRedWolf

Okay, look, it’s not James’ fault, no matter what the rumors say. The guy was so scrawny he could be blown over by the wind. This is a crowded hallway! If you don’t want to get knocked over, you should keep some meat on your bones, your stance wide, and not run around corners and into him.

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I Will Always Be by blue_pointer for celtic7irish

In a world where people see through the eyes of their soulmates when they sleep, Tony Stark’s dreams send him off the edge.

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You Bring Me Peace by Towaneko for IronEyes

Time has been reversed for Tony Stark and this is when he first meets Bucky Barnes.

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Not Exactly What I Wanted by Tahlruil for phlintandsteel

Tony has always been happy to piss off Alphas who try to control him - especially Howard Stark. Unfortunately he managed to push his father just a little too far… and the man arranged to have him auctioned off to the highest bidder. Now he’s married to a guy he hardly knows, one that is too damn patient and too damn nice. There’s no way that isn’t an act, and Tony is resolved to be a little shit until he finds out the limits of his husband’s fake personality.

Though he’s been back from the war for a while, Bucky has been left scarred by the experience. The most prominent one is the personality that came into being because of Hydra’s torture and brainwashing attempts when he was captured. They were rescued before they became the Winter Soldier, but Winter is still very much sharing space in his head. Winter has never responded to anyone positively… until they met Tony at an auction Bucky had been dragged to by a former commanding officer. They are both captivated by the Omega and buy him despite their better judgement.

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The Warlord’s Tribute by TheSopherfly for MassiveSpaceWren

Warlord Bucky, rumored to be ruthless, ends up in the possession of Tony, who slowly learns that Bucky isn’t so bad.

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Safe (Only In Your Loving Arms) by tonystans for Eirlyssa

“No eating in the lab, that’s poor etiquette.”

“And you’re all about etiquette and rules since when?”

Tony playfully rolled his shoulder and turned his head away from Bucky, acting the part of scandalized. “Since Steve gave me one lecture too many.”

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One More Day (Five Hundred Left To Go) by Rospergs for Estelle

Tony and Bucky go to the same gym. Bucky looks very rough and intimidating. Tony is a single parent and looks small and frail. Then Tony finds out Bucky is the new preschool teacher at his child’s school, and is super kind, and amazing with the kids. Lots of mutual pining happens.

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Love Planted a Rose by Gavilan for iCheat

Bucky wants to show Tony how much he likes him … but how?

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We need to talk about babies by GenericUserHere for sevedra

The classic ‘I’m pregnant but we haven’t discussed having tiny humans yet’ fic Otherwise known as Tony is pregnant and Bucky is accidentally a dick but luckily these idiots have friends who help them work out their shit

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Dust to Dust by lordofsoup for Shi_Toyu

One moment Tony is fighting TaskMaster. The next moment he’s back on Titan.

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ready to comply. by rightsidethru for james

It wasn’t often that Tony himself went to the weapons conventions that those in the business knew about: he’d always been of the opinion that that was what his minions in R&D were for—scoping out the competition, making notes on key elements that they liked, seeing how Stark weapons were assessed by those in attendance. Tony already knew that his designs were top-of-the-line, that the companies who could stand up against the leviathan of his reputation were few and far between—but there were still contenders. Sometimes.

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Don’t Overthink It by Potrix for Gavilan

Now, Jim is about as straight as a person can be—tested a couple of times by drunkenly making out with his best friend, which Tony loves to bring up whenever it’s really inappropriate to do so—but he has no problem admitting that, objectively speaking, Barnes is an attractive guy. He’s got that whole gruff, frowny, bad boy thing a lot of people are into going on, but whenever he actually does smile, it’s devastating.

One time, Jim had seen a girl on the street do a double-take and nearly walk into a magazine stand after Barnes had smiled at one of Tony’s dumb jokes.

Or, alternatively; Rhodey means well, meddles, and actually sort-of-kind-of ends up helping in the end.

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over or under me? by Larissaloki for Sullen

hunger over bucky made a phone call the night before and forgot.

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Under Your Skin by Niki for endof_theline

It’s not often an alpha gets quite as deep under an omega’s skin…

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mythos by beir for Towaneko

The lights flickered back on. There, standing behind Barnes, was the Merchant of Death.

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Project Relationship by iCheat for blue_pointer

Peter and Harley are best friends and they have a project to do. After some debate they decide to get their Dads together. Scientifically. It does not go as they planned.

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Love Tap by Feelingsinwinter for DreamcatchersDaughter

When Bucky started dating Tony, a kindergarten teacher, he was expecting the usual trouble. Some issues with Bucky’s life as a mob boss to begin with, a bit of screaming, a bit of swearing maybe. Some fight, possibly, after all Tony looked ready to fuck shit up if need be. He wasn’t expecting Tony to accept it with open arms and start to gift him with bags of rifles but Bucky could roll with it.

Probably could’ve done without the troubles that came with that, however.

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Stay in my arms if you dare (or must I imagine you there) by Estelle for Chef_Geekier

Bucky doesn’t exactly think that being a bodyguard is his dream job, but after leaving the military, it was a good way to make money without having to go through a lot of education and training. When he gets hired by Howard Stark to protect his son, he thinks that that will be easy enough. Turns out that it isn’t, especially not once feelings are involved.

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Happy Together by TheVagabondBoy for Potrix

The tattoos might have been one of the first things of Bucky’s that Tony had fallen in love with.

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The Long Con (Don’t Kid Yourself) by phlintandsteel for camichats

When Tony finds out that Howard is thinking about changing the terms of Tony’s trust fund, he embarks on a not-so-elaborate scheme to prove that he’s totally settling down and not in continued need of Howard’s “guidance” until 25 instead of 21. Step 1: Get a fiance Step 2: ??? Step 3: Profit (Finally be free of Howard)

Unfortunately, Tony Stark is the worst con-artist ever, and may only be kidding himself…

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In Your Hands by james for its_inherited

Sometimes Bucky needs help to relax. Tony loves to provide.

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The Price of Forgiveness by celtic7irish for Cheerydandan

Tony fell in love once. And then his lover left without so much as a good-bye, and Tony moved on with his life. Now, Bucky Barnes is back, hired to be Tony’s personal assistant and hoping to pick up where they left off. Can Tony learn to forgive him? Will he risk opening his heart once more?

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While You’re Busy Making Other Plans by marsmaywander for TheSopherfly

Bucky was cold, tired, and his bum shoulder was killing him. Being stuck in the middle of Nowhere, North Carolina with a busted bike was not how he envisioned spending the last few weeks of his leave. Thankfully, there’s a sleep-deprived, big-hearted mechanic there to help Bucky out.

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Forward-Facing by Eirlyssa for Larissaloki

Bucky is doing fine, he really is. But Steve wants him to be more than just fine, which is why he asks his friend to join a yoga class in the park.

Which is where he first sees Tony.

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answering a salty siren call by OneSmartChicken for GenericUserHere

Yeah only an idiot wouldn’t have at least a little crush on Bucky, and Tony really wasn’t an idiot.

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Three times Tony brought Bucky out of a zone by Briz for InsaneJuliann

And one time he didn’t.

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Nothing Changes (Except You) by ezazahaz for badgerling

Between teammates bickering over breakfast cereal, a boring Stark Industries meeting Pepper wants him to attend, and rampaging trees in Central Park, Tony isn’t having the best day.

The fact that it keeps repeating only makes it worse.

But then it turns out he isn’t alone–Bucky Barnes remembers the repeating day as well. They’ll need to work together to find a way to escape the mysterious loop… and maybe become a little closer in the process.

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Ready to Comply by monobuu for Rospergs

For the prompt: “What if Tony had been captured by Hydra.”

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Let This Be Called a Word Unpronounceable by badgerling for rightsidethru

Tony was fine serving the detention he had earned. He was not okay with serving detention with Bucky Barnes. And he definitely not okay with running for his life from a manticore. An apparent manticore. Because there shouldn’t be manticores in the Forbidden Forest.

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The lesser of two evils by Briz for ezazahaz

Bucky has trouble sleeping when Tony ends up hurt by his hand during a mission

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Grown With Love by endof_theline for nativemossy

Tony Stark, college student, single father, and wingless? Tony meets a stranger at the gym that helps him in a way that he had deemed impossible, it’s just a bonus that the single father status might change to father along the way.

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Better For You by gryvon for malome78

Tony stares at the extensive array of baked goods. There are shelves full of different flavors of cupcakes, trays of cookies, a variety of scones and muffins and things that look good but he has no idea what they are. There are almost too many options. He’s getting diabetes just from looking at all of it.

“What’s the occasion?” Hot barista asks.

“Business meeting. What says ‘Sorry for showing up an hour late?’”

Hot barista comes to a stop across the counter from Tony, arches an eyebrow, and says, deadpan, “Being on time.”

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Break-in

New non-fiction by Rachael Ikins

It was all my fault, the nervous breakdown, the tossed salad of diagnoses and medications that followed and left me a confused stumbling mess for ten years. My family made that clear to me by abandoning me to my elderly ailing husband “because he is a doctor,” and of course, he would know why I was so angry and knew what to do about it.

“We didn’t know what to do” was a later refrain. Furious at my behavior, my obesity and my drug-induced allegiance to the therapist who was treating me they raged at me. Rather than band together to reach out to my husband to help, they abandoned me. I was truly alone.

My husband had no idea what to do. He was a surgeon–act and cut–not a psychiatrist. All he knew was that the “treatment plan” was making me sicker and sicker as relatives got drunk at cocktail parties without us. Because some of the medications acted adversely on the parts of my brain that create inhibitions and control, I couldn’t stop spending money. I couldn’t stop eating. I was in a constant state of fight-or-flight, wanting to hit the road with my cat in a carrier running away from…something.

Instead, a new psychiatrist and the original therapist’s retirement resulted in my getting off the stew of drugs. I almost died. What I was left with was a combination of side effects and adverse reactions that the doctor had no experience with. My mind, however, was suddenly clear. I looked around me one day, and I sobbed. Memories long suppressed by chemicals flooded back.

I shambled stubbornly behind the vacuum cleaner to learn to walk again, and waved long chef’s knives around as I relearned to cook. Nutrition and the order of recipes, therapy for a healing brain.

My former sister-in-law said, “I told your brother that therapist is not doing your sister any favors.”

When my mother and I finally reunited, her comment, “Oh, they did you dirty.”

Did me dirty? They almost killed me. I had seizures and heart rhythm disruptions the night of that last dose and was unconscious as my husband lay beside me making a decision not to call an ambulance because, “They would’ve just put you back on all that shit. I knew you would make it.”

Six months later, the one cat I could not live without, the cat I’d wanted to run away with, died unexpectedly. I had insomnia. An hour of sleep a week was about it. She used to sleep with me and without her, the bed was a black hole. My only emotions were rage and grief. Truly I had much to feel that way about.

A year after my cat’s death, because my husband lied every time I asked him, “Are we going to lose our house? Are we going to lose our house?” I found myself alone in his investment counselor’s office where a busy-body assistant bustled out to tell me our money was gone. Her predatory grin and twinkling eyes kept me upright on the couch even though my vision went black for a minute.

When I stumbled to the car, I screamed so loudly my vocal cords were injured. Phillip’s unbelievable solution was to ask my mother for money. Within eight months we sold our house and lost the majority of the contents. We ended up in a small, poorly made camp halfway up the side of a mountain, a forty-five minute drive from where we began married life.

According to my family, all of this was my fault and my husband, the innocent victim. It is not self-pity or unwillingness to own my mistakes that I write this. It suited them to blame me. Only one person apologized years later and with the rest there is no relationship.

It’s a wonder how a thirty-five year old woman who wanted to get pregnant, was instead, drugged and used by a professional who planned to become the second “Sybil’s” shrink, did not die.

My life spiraled into a decade of darkness. At forty-five I “woke up” only to take two of the worst hits since my dad’s death, Nestlé’s loss and the house we were married in over twenty years ago. To be told by those who should have had an ounce of common sense, that I was responsible. Hurt, shame, anger set in. I would have given anything to go back in time, for just one person who said they loved me to have stood up for me.

The new house was surrounded by woods and fields. Since we’d lived in the city not far from the hospital complex when my husband was working, I had not been surrounded by wilderness like that of my childhood family camp for many decades.

It was a hard life. Not quite poor enough for food stamps, but poor enough to run out of food one March, I cut firewood from dead trees for heat. Raided piggy banks to pay for my husband’s heart medicine.

One bitter winter evening, I went to the barn for wood. As I grabbed some logs I thought, “I’m having a nervous breakdown.”

I ran into the trees and fell in the snow. I was so angry. So much had happened, life literally turned upside down, faster than my damaged nervous system could absorb it. I lay in the snow looking up at uncaring stars and thought, “Go ahead. Have your breakdown. Nobody gives a shit. No shrink, no relative. You have lives in the house that need you. So, get it over with and pick up that wood.”

My former therapist had a way of triggering anger in me. Then she’d tell me how awful my anger was. The more she abused me with chemicals and her training, the angrier I became, unable to defend myself, lost in a sea of drug interactions. This moment in the snow, after all that had happened, was the first time I realized: anger is not bad—mine was justified. Anger also is a flame that sustains. I got up and went in to stoke the stove.

The next day our nearest neighbor’s son was going to install a new door for us. I remember how cold the day was. He let me help with the nail gun, but my bare fingers quickly numbed. The next morning he finished which brings me to this moment:

“Lunch is ready.” Phillip’s voice floats from below me. The back door slams behind him. I stare into the horizontal snow pecking at my face. Last night ice dammed on the flat living room roof. A lagoon blossomed as heat leaked through. Water poured in at 10:00 p.m. I am on the roof, hammer in hand to pound the ice.

I’ve been hammering awhile now: my shoulders cramp, right hand aches with lactic acid buildup. Each time the head of the tool connects with the thick ice, pain jolts up into my shoulder, neck and head.

Hot and sweaty despite the weather. A two inch channel is all I’ve created, but enough for water to sluice to the ground. If only it would stop snowing. Phillip worries I will fall.

I imagine my relatives clustered around my casket. Their polite murmurs of, “What a shame it was, she never amounted to anything. That silly poetry stuff.”

I don’t disown my part in our circumstance, but I did not deserve that abuse. My fantasy encourages me to be careful if only for spite.

I move crab-wise across the ice, my half-frozen sweatpants chafe my skin. Only a tee-shirt on top, sopping with sweat and melting snow. I scrub snow out of my eyes with my right fist, hammer stuck to my hand. I roll onto my belly, feel for the ladder with numb feet.

I ease down one rung at a time. My husband puts his arm around me as we head for the back door. I’m glad we’ve just replaced the old one.

The knob won’t turn. Maybe my hand is just weak. No, it is locked.

“Phillip, you have the key?”

He pats his cotton shirt pockets and his jeans.

“No. I forgot.”

My husband has had 3 heart attacks, stents and quadruple bypass. He is slender and frail. It didn’t occur to him to prop the door, that it would automatically lock.

My first thought: 20 degrees out, a northwest wind blasting horizontal snow, have to get him inside. I race to the barn, our car. Locked, too. Keys, cell phone in kitchen.

We can see our breath in the dimness of the barn.

“I’m going to have to go for help.”

“Look inside these boxes, maybe there is an old jacket or something.”

I root through the packing boxes piled there from last September’s move. Paper, pots, no jackets, nothing but a ripped, stained beach towel. He insists I take it.

“Stay in here.” He shivers in his cotton shirtsleeves.

I trudge down the driveway towel around my shoulders. I can barely. I slip and fall, skin my elbows raw. I sob out loud, “FUCK!” drag myself out of the drift as I yank the damp towel on my shoulders. If I am bleeding, I can’t feel it. I hate everyone in this moment.

Should I go up the hill or down? The nearest neighbor lives over a quarter of a mile away. I head uphill into the blizzard. Every third step I slide, my sneakers full of slush. Frozen hair icicles clink against my glasses, lenses so covered I can’t see much. I wonder if I will die of exposure. Fuck that. I have to save Phillip.

I pray no snow plow hurtles out of the squall. No jump to safety; drop-off on one side of the road, a head-high drift on the other.

A surge of anger heats my middle. Really, God?

Just then I think I hear the sound of an engine over the howling wind. I stand still.

Yeah, it is a vehicle. I step out onto where I think the crown of the road is, snow up to my thighs. Behind me, woods. Ahead, state forest.

A dirty white Jeep coalesces from a cloud. Oh. It’s the letter carrier! Shit! She acts like she doesn’t see me. I step right in front of her. I look bizarre, a ghost in a blue and green beach towel. She grinds to a halt.

I lean in a window.

“We’re locked out of our house. My husband has heart disease. He’ ll die. Can you help us?” I point down the road.

She digs her cell phone out of a pile of mail in a box on the passenger floor. My heart leaps. Our eyes meet as she punches 911. Her eyes widen.

“Battery’s dead. I’m so sorry!”

Oh. I drop my head. “Thanks.”

I face the wind. “It’s you or me, fucker.” The storm swallows the sound of her engine in seconds. The wind whistles, tugs away my body heat. Our closest neighbor lives on the left side of the road. Must be halfway.

Bowing my head I pull the towel to shield my face, and slog on. Out of the gloom I make out the shape of a maple tree. Leaves were brilliant red last fall. Roy’s house is close. Wonder if Julie is home. They introduced themselves last October.

I stumble and stagger toward the house like a drunk. Her vehicle is parked in front of the garage. I lift one foot up the porch stairs. My fingers slip off the railing ice. I raise a hand to knock or press the doorbell when the door opens inward, and I fall into the heat of their house with the momentum.

Soon we are bundled in her truck, skidding down the hill to rescue Phillip. She drives us back to her house. Hot coffee and wood stove heat brings roses to his cheeks. Julie phones a friend to see if he can help. His name is John, a retired fire fighter. She lends me parka, boots, hat and gloves for the journey back down the hill. We crunch around the yard’s perimeter. Even the upstairs bedroom windows are locked. We could’ve maybe gotten the ladder from the barn and climbed up there to open one. John doesn’t shame me, simply assesses the situation. It occurs to me that maybe everything is not my fault. Maybe others feel guilt for their behavior. Maybe sometimes shit just happens.

Finally John grabs a screw driver from his truck, pries the storm door out of its track and kicks in the front door, the shreds of my notion of security blasted open by a single blow.

Later hunched over a hot chocolate in front of the fire, my husband safe and bundled up with a book, I feel gratitude for the rage that stoked me and kept my feet hiking up that hill into an unknown. Anger can consume the user, no doubt, but as a tool used with care, like fire, it can save your life.

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seven-oomen · 4 years

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I JUST SAW THE NEW PREVIEW AND I AM SCREAMING!!!!!!! I’m so ridiculously excited to read the full scene! It’s entirely possible some of the noises I made were not entirely in the normal human register. There was probably some blushing and flailing (read: there was definitely some blushing and flailing.) Peter being all shy and trying to cover it with sass. Chris being so confused about just what the implication of the offer was. Noah being amused at both of them but also not even fully letting Peter ask before bursting out with an emphatic yes. My precious awkward turtles, I love all of them so!

And if you would like my perspective as an American who would have been just a few years behind the boys in school, I will say that it’s highly likely they would have known about some methods of contraception and such, even if their parents weren’t the type to bring it up. In that sort of post-emergence of the AIDS crisis time period, safe sex became a thing that was hammered into you in health classes, after-school specials, etc, unless you lived in the much more rural, conservative areas (so I guess with Chris it would depend partially on where all he lived growing up?) Now their ability to (legally) access anything like condoms, etc, would have been much more iffy (though the idea of John, Talia, or Deuc offering to get some for Peter is hysterical to imagine.) How much they would have cared about/been stopped by this lack of access is really a matter of character interpretation, though :D

I’m so down for attempted family prank shenanigans. (Also, side note, the best way to find Linden’s Insta is actually through links from his Twitter. He had to do one of the variation things, like Hoechlin, because someone was already using his name for one. His vibe is pretty much a combo of aging surfer dude and MASSIVE dad energy.) Actually speaking of family shenanigans, may I put forth the idea of game nights? Can you imagine them sitting around playing Apples to Apples or Monopoly (and how many fights between Stiles and Jackson this might cause)? Or even better, when the younger kids are off at a sleepover, or at least busy in another room, the older kids and the parents sitting around playing Cards Against Humanity? Seeing who can manage to make the group break through card chosen or the reading of said card (and boy are there some doozies to choose from)? I feel like the best at maintaining a complete deadpan presentation or reaction would be Noah, Jordan, Erica, and Lydia.

I had to look up some of those music ideas (and boy are my YouTube algorithms probably confused right now), but yes, I love all of those. Especially Peter’s, because it reminds me of a headcanon/scene I thought of for a fic I will never actually write because I am a coward where Noah wanders into the kitchen one morning to find Peter making breakfast and full-on rocking out to Wham’s “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” in nothing but an ancient BH Sheriff’s Dept t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs. With Chris I just keep going back to the ball thing because one of the few Nickelback songs I know is “Something in Your Mouth”. XD So, I have a fun story for “Never Gonna Give You Up”! When two of my friends got married, they had a friend of the groom’s be the officiant. Rgiht before he got to the part with the vows and having them repeat after him, it only took me like one or two lines into his lead in speech to go “…wait a minute this sounds familiar…”, at which point he began having them recite the lyrics to that song as their wedding vows. Pretty sure everyone was cracking up (I mean, the ceremony took place in the middle of a zombie walk with all of us in full costume. no one was expecting anything normal, but still. that was hilarious.) But oh god, can you imagine if any of the kids ever figured out Chris liked that song? The sheer amount of rick-rolling that would occur boggles the mind. The things Jackson could try to talk Danny into using his tech skills to do. It might be one of the things Stiles and Jackson could bond over. For Noah, maybe he heard them while he had some kid pulled over one day and was like “well that’s stupidly catchy” (because it is), or maybe Stiles had some of their albums at one point, and he kept hearing them and realized he rather liked it, so snuck in and burned himself a copy at some point? I also considered suggesting ABBA, because that also seems like one of those out of left field choices. And omg, yes, on the Caramelldansen. I feel like they’d play it up even more once they notice how horrified their older kids were, because they’re assholes like that. (Related if you want it to be note: Did you know YouTube has a 10 hour loop of the Swedish version?)

The funniest thing to me with the kids eating the dog cookies is how often it happens and how rarely it gets noticed. And they always pick the nastiest ones, too. If they’re gonna do it, they should wait until Christmas, that’s when we get the ones that are basically like the blandest sugar-style cookies ever (I will neither conform nor deny having taken a plate of those to a party once, because I, too, am sometimes an asshole) And yeah, I don’t get the cat water thing either, particularly since the tap water in our area is actually really good quality. Some other entertaining stories I forgot last time:

1) Our corporate office told us we had to start carrying snakes, so now we have a ball python named Julius Squeezer.

2) Speaking of eating weird things, we once had a group of college kids come in on a scavenger hunt and one of them bought and ate a feeder fish to check an item off their list.

3) A guy who worked in one of the other businesses apparently lost a bet of some kind and had to come up to our front doors after hours, dressed as a cat, and rub all over them and generally act like a cat wanting back in the house. We know this because the whole thing was caught on one of the security cameras, and it ended up getting shown at the company holiday party, and one of our cashiers was like “Hey I recognize him.”

4) We have a cardboard stand-up of Rachel Ray (a celebrity chef) that we have to have out because we just started carrying her pet food, and this thing is the stuff of nightmares. It is technically life-size in that it is about as tall as I am, but the proportions aren’t quite right. All the employees are weirded out by it. Every time you walk past it, you can feel it’s soulless gaze following you, mocking you with it’s dead eyes and rictus grin. Recently it got damaged, and my boss had to temporarily move it until it could be repaired. Unfortunately (and perhaps coincidentally) the spot he chose was directly across from the employee entrance, so that was the first thing they’d see entering the building. I witnessed some great reactions that day. I wish I’d gotten to see the ones from when he took my suggestion back when we first received it to slide it behind one of our propped open warehouse doors so that the face was right where the little window in the door is. Apparently one of my coworkers jumped a solid two feet when someone pointed it out to him. I was probably more proud of myself for suggesting it than I should have been, but oh well.

Glad you were spared having to attempt public transport. I can’t imagine how nerve-wracking that would be right now. Hope your day has somewhat improved (I know other people who work tech support, I understand there’s only so far up that part of it can go), at least!

That makes me so happy!

No seriously, my workday was absolute shite and I come out of work and I see this wonderful message and my god my friend. You made me smile today. I smiled for the first time today when I read this.

I’m so excited to read your response to this chapter, I’m just so excited and that’s what’s keeping me going. Because I really feel like crying and giving up for a bit. But this, this means so much to me. Thank you <3

I’m definitely going to need people to have a little bit of suspension of disbelief I guess. I mean, yeah, teenagers can do very stupid things and technically only Chris & Peter did the stupid thing, but I might need a little bit of suspension of disbelief. Now that I read how well-known birth control was in the US during that time. I know it was a big thing in The Netherlands (where I’m from) but I wasn’t sure about the US.

I like to think werewolves would be pretty open about these things and Talia and John were definitely like; wrap it up. Deuc definitely bought Peter a whole box of condoms after they found out Chris and Noah were knocked up. ‘Just to be helpful’.

Talia definitely talked to Chris and Noah about birth control more and educated Chris on sex and what’s going to happen now that he’s pregnant. I might actually include that in the story somewhere or in the prequel. I like to imagine that due to moving so much he never really got much education on everything and when he did he was probably tired from hunting and couldn’t focus much on school.

DUDE

I wanted to put Cards against Humanity in the story but the game doesn’t come out until May 2011, the story takes place in January XD

But yeah, game nights are definitely a thing, especially CAH, Monopoly, Life, Clue (Cluedo in Europe), Trivia Pursuit (Stiles, Lydia, and Noah rock that one), I actually don’t know Apples to Apples but it looks like fun and definitely something they might play!

During Monopoly, they have the general rule that no-one can flip the board and Allison is the bank. (she’s the fairest and most level headed during Monopoly.) Although that role is passed to Kira when she starts playing.

Noah wanders into the kitchen one morning to find Peter making breakfast and full-on rocking out to Wham’s “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” in nothing but an ancient BH Sheriff’s Dept t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs.

This is one image where I’m like, yeah, this is going into the story because it is awesome! I need it more than life itself.

Also, I can see the three of them swapping clothes quite often too. Like Chris wears Noah’s BH Sheriff’s dept jacket or cap and Peter’s Stanford Hoodie, Peter wears Noah’s worn BH Sheriff’s dept t-shirt and Chris’s worn Metalica/Green Day sleeping shirts, Noah tends to wear Peter’s leather jackets and Chris’s sunglasses. (Because Chris’s shirts are a little too tight for him and his pants too short. He does occasionally steal those loose sleeping shorts from Chris)

Occasionally he’ll take Chris’s weird pens (from Argent Arms or places like BK that Chris collects) with him on patrol. His favorite Pen to steal is a pink feathery one while on late DUI patrols where he can write tickets with them.

And dude the rickroll at the wedding is brilliant! I should have done that at my friend’s wedding.. damn.

But yeah Jackson would enlist Danny into helping them. Stiles still pitches Derek shirtless to use as leverage against Danny. (Which to me is extra funny because Derek is actually their cousin.) Derek is okay with it because he gets to extract revenge on Uncle Peter for that time where Uncle Peter gave him the talk by just throwing condoms at him.

At some point there’s just a rickroll VS Carameldanssen battle, it needs to happen XD

All of these stories are wonderful, honestly, they really made me smile and if I wasn’t this tired I would’ve shared some from my vet tech days too. Those days were wild man. But I do want you to know, I’ve read all of them and tell Rachel Ray she’s awesome and Julius Squeezer he’s a ball and I love him <3

#ben says stuff #once upon a time comments #submission

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aristocratlegacy · 6 years

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Chapter Sixty (!!!!!): Beatrice’s Birthday

Sixty Chapters and nearly three years of Aristocrats. For those of you who made it this far- thanks for sticking with me and this crazy family!!

Lucky: “There ya go, pal! Have a good one, sir!”

Courtney: “Nice job, you’ve really gotten the hang of this. You’re gonna be better than me soon.”

Lucky: “Please, I hit level ten like a week ago, I’m amazing.”

Courtney: “You definitely are. I mean, ahem, you are a very good veterinarian, Lucky.”

Lucky: “I’m glad you think so- hey, can I go early? It’s my mom’s birthday and I have to get her a gift on the way home to set up the party.”

Courtney: “No worries, head on out! Am I still invited to the party?”

Lucky: “Absolutely! I can’t wait for you to meet my mom, it’ll be hilarious!”

Courtney: “I don’t know what that means.”

Lucky: “See you tonight, wear something pretty!”

Patient: “Was that your girlfriend?”

Courtney: “No, she’s just my coworker.”

Patient: “Cool. I’ve actually been coming here for a while now whenever Muffins gets sick, and I was talking to a friend and she said I should get out there more and now I’m rambling so much, sorry, I’m Emily.”

Courtney: “Nice to meet you, I’m Courtney.”

Emily: “Do you want to go out sometime?”

Courtney: “Really? I mean, yeah, um, what’s your number?”

Emily: “I’ll put it in your phone.”

Lucky: “Okay, my mother, the professional Reality Show Contestant is getting old today, what do you get someone like that for their birthday?”

Lucky: “What about..oh- Hey, Milo.”

Milo: “Hey! I was just about to call you- I’m bringing this guy I want you to meet to Mom’s party.”

Lucky: “Really? You don’t have to do that, I mean-”

Milo: “Unless you already have somebody in mind?”

Lucky: “Kinda, I mean...you know Courtney?”

Milo: “Is that that bitch that backstabbed you in the talent show?”

Lucky: “No! This is the guy that I work with.”

Milo: “Oh. Him? I mean, good for you and everything but..”

Lucky: “What’s wrong with him?”

Milo: “Absolutely nothing. Which is the problem. He’s boring, kiddo. It’s not worth it.”

Lucky: “He’s nice.”

Milo: “I’m sure he is. Just meet Trip when I bring him tonight. You’ll get along.”

Lucky: “Fine!”

Milo: “Okay, see you in a bit- and don’t get mom a censored bar bikini that’s what I got.”

Lucky: “Gross! See you later.”

Lucky: “Crap, now I have to put this back…”

Beatrice: “I cannot believe this. I cannot believe this- can you imagine me with white hair? I can’t do this baby, you know I can’t.”

Lorne: “Bea, there’s no choice. It’s not that bad, soup even tastes better now.”

Beatrice: “I hate soup more than anything in the entire world!”

Lorne: “Baby, it’s fine. You’ll be fine.”

Lucky: “I’m home!”

Lorne: “I’ll be right back, don’t spiral any further.”

Beatrice: “Don’t let Lucky and her beautiful smooth skin in here! I can’t stand it!”

Lucky: “How is she?”

Lorne: “It’s a solid seven. Better than Eliza’s wedding outburst, worse than Selvadorado.”

Lucky: “Jeez. Can you keep looking after her while I get the rest of the party put together?”

Lorne: “Can’t you do it? I really don’t wanna go back in there.”

Lucky: “Dad, you are the strongest man I know. You can do this. Contain the spiral!”

Lorne: “Containing the spiral. Got it.”

Lorne: “And you’re sure that’s what you want to wear?”

Beatrice: “What?! I spent nine hours choosing this!”

Lorne: “Well you spent nine hours getting hammered in the back of your closet, honey. You look beautiful, let’s go to the party!”

Lucky: “Dusty! How’s Two? How’s the baby?-Oh my god…”

Milo: “Why would she wear that? We don’t need to see that sag all at once right in front of us.”

Dusty: “Shut up, she’ll hear you.”

Beatrice: “And so, finally after my 25 days of Beatrice celebration, I’m finally going to film- my family reacts to me aging up! Woo!”

Milo: “I have never heard a less enthusiastic woo in my entire life.”

Beatrice: “Get me a mirror, stat!”

Lorne: “Honey, you look as beautiful as ever. Now, let’s find you a longer skirt.”

Milo: “Lucky! Hey- this is Trip.”

Trip: “Hey.”

Lucky: “Wow, um, hi- I’m Lucky. I mean I’m not especially Lucky, Lucky is my name.”

Milo: “Usually she’s better than this.”

Lucky: “Shut up, Milo.”

Beatrice: “I have to admit this is more fun than I thought it would be.”

Milo: “Hey, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Milo.”

Courtney: “I’m Courtney.”

Milo: “Oh! Lucky’s business partner- and you look like that! Sorry, I guess I just thought you were a woman.”

Courtney: “Nope, have you seen Lucky?”

Milo: “Oh, yeah, she’s over there with Trip.”

Courtney: “Oh, cool. Looks like I’m getting a text. Bloop. Vet emergency? I’ll be right there.”

Milo: “Okay? Bye Candace! What a weird dude.”

Trip: “Something wrong? You keep looking at the door.”

Lucky: “No it’s totally cool, I love this song,wanna make out?”

Beatrice: “It’s like Lucky is throwing her spectacular youth in my face. I can’t take this. I can’t even see!”

Lorne: “Do you need glasses?”

Beatrice: “No! No Glasses please I beg you!”

Lorne: “Calm down, babe, you’re fine just not being able to see. Maybe that way you won’t see your daughter hardcore making out with that weird guy down the street that handwashes all of his clothes in a bucket.”

Beatrice: “Ew! The barn guy? Why is our daughter making out with the barn guy? I raised her to have better taste than this! Bike messengers or better!”

Lorne: “Beatrice, please, just settle down and enjoy the party!”

Beatrice: “How can I? I’m so old, music makes me want to wave a cane at children!”

Lorne: “Does it really?”

Beatrice: “No, but how much longer until it does?!”

Milo: “So...you and Scarlett are just dressing like this now?”

“Bucky and Natasha didn’t even interact in the new movie. I’m coping.”

Milo: “It’s quite the statement.” “Don’t tell me how to live my life.”

Taffy: “Mom! Hey, I wanted to tell you that Andres and I are engaged!”

Beatrice: “I will never have a central plot unrelated to a mid life crisis again! My life is over! OVER!”

Taffy: “I guess I shouldn’t tell her I’m pregnant.”

Lorne: “Nope. Congratulations and I love you and I’m so psyched to be a grandpa but you need to get that business and that smooth skin out of your mother's face right now.”

Lucky: “I can’t believe I just woohooed a stranger in my own closet at my mom’s party.”

Trip: “Yeah, that’s pretty risky, hot though.”

Lucky: “Right? So hot.”

Lucky: “Mmm- hold on, oh no, what is she doing?”

Beatrice: “*hic* I am Beyonce, I am beautiful, and I want everybody out of my house! My house that my Simstagram money paid for! Party over, pretty people- get outta here!”

Lucky: “Mommy, hi, okay, let’s get you to bed.”

Beatrice: “Get out of here with your smooth skin and your pretty new boyfriend.”

Lucky: “I mean, he’s not my boyfriend-”

Beatrice: “Not everything is about you, Lucky!!!”

Courtney: “Wow, you look…”

Lucky: “Be very careful what you say next.”

Courtney: “Hungover. I was going to say hungover. And late for work.”

Lucky: “Yeah, that checks out.”

Courtney: “I take it the party went well, then?”

Lucky: “Yeah, it was going super well until my mom got really drunk and started making announcements.”

Courtney: “Yikes. Sorry I couldn’t make it. Vet emergency.”

Lucky: “Was everything okay? You could’ve pulled me out-”

Courtney: “It was a definitely real emergency, which was important enough for me to have to leave, but that only I could handle.”

Lucky: “Okay? I missed you there, though. Too bad you missed it.”

Courtney: “Anything interesting happen?”

Lucky: “Yeah, the yelling.”

Courtney: “I meant besides that. Was anybody interesting there? Did you meet someone new with an unusual talent?”

Lucky: “No, nothing out of the ordinary at all. Just a regular Aristocrat throwdown, little less blood this time than usual.”

Trip: “Hey, babe! I’m here to take you out to lunch, hot stuff.”

Lucky: “Trip! What are you doing here? How did you even know that I work here?”

Trip: “You told me last night, remember? Or was it this morning? You gotta believe it, the dance moves on this girl!”

Lucky: “Shut up, you!”

Courtney: “You’d better get going soon, if you want to beat the lunch rush.”

Lucky: “Oh, I shouldn’t leave yet, I just got here. Trip, why don’t you just hang out over there and-”

Courtney: “Go to lunch! I insist, go to lunch. Please. I insist. Go. Out.”

Lucky: “Aw, that is so sweet.”

Lucky: “So, what is your favorite city? Mine is Brindleton Bay because of all the dogs.”

Trip: “Well I camp a lot, so I guess I’d say Granite Falls.”

Lucky: “Yeah, camping is...so cool. I love that. Camping.”

Trip: “Totally.”

Lucky: “This is such a lovely, silent walk. What kind of things do you like?”

Trip: “Nature, contemplation, recycling.”

Lucky: “I like animals, science, and reading books.”

Trip: “I love books- all those long stretches of quiet, just me and the story.”

Lucky: “You’re not much of a talker are you?”

Trip: “I find that it’s better to show the people you care about how you feel with actions...not words.”

Lucky: “Oh!”

Lorne: “Good morning, honey.”

Beatrice: “Oh my god I’m so hungover. I’ve never been this hungover before.”

Lorne: “I made you breakfast in bed.”

Beatrice: “Like a geriatric nurse.”

Lorne: “Oh my god. Beatrice- pony up. You’re technically old. But that’s fine! Every time that you see a disaster, you lean into it and make it amazing.”

Beatrice: “I love you, honey.”

Lorne: “I love you, too.”

Beatrice: “...these aren’t my shoes.”

Courtney: “Hey, so how was ‘lunch’”

Lucky: “So good- we’re both vegetarians and he made us a picnic in the park he is a surprisingly good cook.”

Courtney: “You know he lives in a barn, right?”

Lucky: “Yeah, it’s, like...shabby chic. It’s nice in there, he’s quite the decorator.”

Courtney: “Totally. I bet he is. Hey- I was debating asking this girl out, Emily, she came in yesterday with her cat.”

Lucky: “It wasn’t that skinny blonde one with the dog that keeps running into things, was it? Because I heard her say she has a really low credit score.”

Courtney: “No, it’s Emily, with the cat.”

Lucky: “Oh. Her? I mean, yeah, I guess. If that’s your thing. If there are furries running around there are people that are into...that.”

Courtney: “She’s actually really nice.”

Lucky: “Ask her out.”

Courtney: “Why is your voice so high pitched?”

Lucky: “It’s not.”

Courtney: “I don’t have to go out with her.”

Lucky: “You should. I’m dating Trip, your dating whatshername.”

Courtney: “Emily”

Lucky: “Right. Yes. Ask her out. You’re asking her out. You are doing that right now, and that’s great! Do that.”

Courtney: “Okay, I will. Done.”

*ding*

Lucky: “Wow she texted back really fast. Pretty desperate.”

Courtney: “Oh, cool, she has tickets to that amphitheater show in the city and she was looking for someone to go with. “

Lucky: “Lucky you! That’ll be so fun. I’m gonna text Trip.”

Courtney: “C’mon, Lucky. We’re at work.”

Lucky: “So unprofessional, I’m sorry Mr. Marsh.”

Courtney: “That will be all, Ms. Aristocrat.”

Lucky: “Dork.��

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that’s all for now! I had their whole little story in one chapter but it was really really long so I cut half of it out.Reblog/Comment if you like it!!!

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itsmatina864-blog · 6 years

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The Baby 5

Wynonna

I’m glad Waverly is happy she is in a new place with someone that loves her. Much better than Purgatory and 2000x better than Champ But something was just bothering me, she had Nicole now where did that leave me did I have a place in her life any more? I didn’t have to protect her anymore that was Nicole’s job now.

I jump a little when I feel hands on my shoulders and I look up to see Nicole looking at me with worried eyes.

“The party's over why are you still up drinking whisky as eating wedding cake?” She asks.

“JUst trying to find out where I belong?” I say putting a fork full of cake in my mouth.

“You belong here with us Wynonna you’re family.”

“I don’t know maybe I will just head out.” I say standing

Nicole grabbed my hand and pulled me to her my heart started to hammer in my chest.

“You can’t go you can’t just leave us like we don’t matter you have to stop thinking about yourself and think about those of you around you.” Nicole said holding me to her.

Damn she is strong.

“Wy you can’t just leave you can’t just walk away from me and this family because you cant see whats there.” Waverly said.

“Oh yeah and what’s there.” I say when Nicole let me go.

“Your family Wynonna you can’t Keep running away from that, as much as you think that Waverly is happy and safe with me and she is but she needs you.” Nicole said. Waverly pulled me into a hug and put her face in my neck.

“I need you here Wynonna I can’t take not knowing if your ok. When you’re gone I never know if you’re safe or if you’re ok. You always gave a home with us you don’t have to worry about that.” Waverly said holding on to me like a lifeline.

I slowly wrapped my arms around hugged her back and kissed her head.

We heard Brit give a little grunt then she started to cry and it started to rain. Nicole left the room and came back holding her closely. Brit was rubbing at her ear and I let out a sigh.

“She has an ear infection you need to take her into the ER before it get worst.” I say

Waverly got the same kind of ear infections when she was a baby and they was terrible all crusty and painful the ear drops and the drain ears oh she was horrible when she was a baby.

Nicole came back with a dressed Brit and herself dressed.

“You stay here I will go and call just as soon as they let me know something.” She says to Waverly.

“But….”

“No you stay here you will just get upset when they don’t go fast enough.”Nicole said putting Brit in her seat and covering her up.

She had a warm rice bag wrapped in a cloth propped up on her ear keeping her at a low wine and the rain to a light drizzle.he kissed Waverly then kissed my head and she picked up Brit and her baby bag and went for the door.

Waverly watched from the door as they pulled out the drive and down the street.

“Come on Waves let us sit and watch some late night tv.” I say flopping on the couch and turning on the tv.

She left the room and came back with two beers.

“Was you eating wedding cake?” she asked.

“Yea I fished off the stuffed shells befor I went to bed, Clearly that didn’t fill me up.” I say putting my bare feet up on the table. Waverly laughed and leaned into me as the Princess Bride started to play. We watched two movies before I fell to sleep and I jumped awake when the phone rung.

“Hello?”

I looked around the room and saw the early morning light was coming through the window.

“What did they say?”

I sat up and picked up the two bottles and moved into the kitchen and looked out the back french doors to see a fat cat trying to stay out the sun.I went outside to check it out only to see that it was a pregnant at in labor. I picked her up and moved into the house and went about getting her a box ready with towels lining the bottom and I sat her in ti after giving her some cold water.

I sat at the table watching her as she moved around to get comfortable.

“What are you doing?” Waverly said coming in.

“I saw her out in the back yard she’s in labor.” I say just watching her.

“I take that was Nicole what’s going on?” I asked running my fingers through the matted ginger fur.

“Brit has a double ear infection and she’s dehydrated, they say it’s easy for babies to get dehydrated if we aren't careful . Right now she’s at the pharmacy getting her ear drops and baby tylenol for the fever and pain.” Waverly said

She let out a sigh and moved over to the box on the table.

“Wow she’s going to need a haircut.” Waverly said.

I pulled out scissors and picked her up. I quickly yet gently cut off all her fur and placed her in the box looking like a new kitty.

“What are we going to call her?” Waverly said.

“Were keeping her?”

“Well yes you see how she looked when you brung her in that can’t be someone's pet.

“I guess we can call her Calamity Jane she scouted us out I saw this same cat for a week last week.” I say.

“ hope she doesn’t have 10 kittens.” Waverly said walking over to the fridge.

She started to cook breakfast as I put Jane in the laundry room to do her business and I went to make coffee.

The front door slowly open and Nicole walked in she walked into the kitchen and sat Brit on the table and Waverly abandoned her mixing bowl of pancake mix.

She pulled the cover off her and found a sleeping Brit in her chair.

“They gave her some painkillers and ear drops so she’s going to be out for a little while.” Nicole said with a sigh.

Picked up Brit up and moved to the nursery to put Brit down I could hear Waverly talking to Nicole.

“Do you want to lay down you have been gone since 12?”

“No I’m kinda hungry what are you cooking?” She asked

I was going to make pancakes and fruit bowl with eggs and bacon.” She says.

I come out the room to see the two hugging in the kitchen with Waverly rubbing Nicole’s head.

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Nicole

“Waverly when did we get a cat?” I ask coming in the bedroom from the laundry room.

“Wynonna found her this morning she was in labor how is she doing?”

“She’s fine I guess there are four little monsters in the box with her.” I say laying down.

Waverly moved over and started to rub my back as she read her book.

“That Feels good.” I say into my pillow

“Shhhh close your eyes and go to sleep you’ve been up for 12 hours a little nap isn’t going to hurt.” She says

I close my eyes and let out a sigh.

I fell into a deep sleep having a strange dream about purple rabbits when I woke up I was covered in sweat and burning up.My stomach started to turn as I sat up and my head started to spen. I sat on the end on the side of the bed with my head in my hands trying to get my stomach to stop turning. That didn't work and I quickly stumbled my to the bathroom and emptied it into the toilet.

“Baby you ok?” Waverly said walking into the bathroom.

“No I feel like shit.” I say gagging.

I felt her hand on my head.

“You’re burning up.” She said holding my hair back.

I started to gag more until pulling back and sat on the floor. Waverly went over to the sink and wet a rag in water and came back and running it over my face and mouth.

“Come one let’s get you in the shower and let me change the bed so you can get back in bed.” She said helping me up.

I got in the shower and let her go clean the bed and get me something to wear. When got out i was shivering and I quickly dried off and put on the fresh clothes before going into the room and getting into the bed and pulling the blanket up to my chin.

“I can turn the air down.” Waverly said.

“No Brit has to stay cool and so does The cat.” I said

“Calamity Jane.” she said.

“What?”

Calamity Jane that’s her name.”

I smiled.

“That was my cat’s name when I was a little girl.” I say fixing my pillows.

Waverly gave me some cold medicine and I laided back down once I was done. She turned on the tv and put it on the HBO where there was a Tomb Raider marathon on.

“I’m going to go and make you some homemade soup after I check in on Brit.” she says kissing my head.

I smiled and watched her leave the room before turning my eyes back to the opening credits of the movie.

“I wonder if Waverly will dress up as Lara Croft?” I said out loud

“Oh Officer Haught.” Wynonna said from the doorway with Brit in her arms.

“What are you doing in here with her?” I asked.

“She wanted to see how Mama was doing.” She said walking over to my side of the bed.

Wynonna held her at an angle so I could see her and her eyes flashed gold at me. My eyes flashed back and I smile.

“She has your eyes you know that.” I say to Wynonna.

“So I’m told.” She says smiling and sitting in the chair next to the bed.

She turned Brit so she could see the tv and the three of us watched tv.

“What are you two doing in here?” Waverly said walking in.

“Watching tv don’t worry she didn’t touch her.” Wynonna said

I yawned and gave a grunt.

“Well looks like it’s time to go Mama is about to eat and go to sleep.” Waverly sat the tray down and helped me sit up before putting the tray over my lap and.

I looked at the fresh chicken noodle soup with crackers and gingerale and smiled. I know Waverly hates to handle meat of any kind so for her to cook me this with fresh chicken meant a lot to me.

“Thank you Waverly I know you hate touching raw meat.” I say looking up at her.

“I’d do anything for my family.” She said smiling.

Waverly took Brit from Wynonna.

“It’s time for her ear drops.” she said kissing red hair.

“Wynonna Immigrants will be here tomorrow I know I won’t be on my feet don’t let them scare Waverly.” I say poking at my soup.

“I won't she wants this too much I saw her looking through the book today I know she's worried about passing the tests.” WYnonna said smiling from the door.

She left the room and I started to eat my food, I didn’t finish it all but I ate enough to get full. Waverly came back to find my lying back looking up at the tv.

“You’re an angel how do you manage to get sick?” she asked running her hand through my hair.

“I’m human Waverly I can't die but I still have a human immune system.” I say smiling.

“Well I have dinner with Wynonna then I’m coming to bed the day is over and I have to be up early.” She says

I watched her wall out the room and i pulled the blanket up over my head and fell to sleep. I woke a little when I felt Waverly climb into the bed and put her face in my back. I reached back and wrapped my hand around her hand and fell back to sleep.

I had more dreams about purple rabits and red cats and I started to itch. I sat up in bed and started to growl as I scratch.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Waverly said sitting up.

“I’m itching.” I say.

Waverly reached over and turned on the bedside lamp and looked at my arm.

“Aww babe you have chickenpox.” She said getting up.

“I am 23 years old I don’t get chickenpox.” I say.

“Have you ever had them before?” She asked.

“No.”

“Then you have them.” Waverly says getting the calamine lotion

“Take off you shirt.” Waverly said

She started to dab the bink lotion all over the little red bumps.

“Anywhere else?” She asked

I looked down.

“Nicole?”

“My Vajayjay ok.” I say.

“Oh well let me get you some benadryl for that.” she says going into the bathroom.

I sat on the bed trying not to scratch and I yawned I shouldn’t have sat next to that kid with the chickenpox at the hospital. I told him a number of times not to cough on me but he didn’t listen until I got up and moved to stand over by a wall.

“Here this should help with the itching, Brit can’t come in here anymore until you get better ok.” She says.

“But your interview is tomorrow I need to be there.” I yawned

“It will be fine it's just a home visit.” She says getting back in bed.

“What are you doing you’ll get them too.” I say as Waverly pulled me to lay down.

“I had them Twice and Wynonna three times don’t worry about anything.” She says.

I fell back to sleep only to wake up again with a strange man standing at the foot of the bed.

“Can I help you?” I asked before coughing.

“OH I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, I'm Jake Noman from immigrations Im just doing a little walk through of the house.” He said. “Oh um is there anything I can help you with?”

“Yes you can,How long have you and Mrs Haught been together?”

“7 years 5 dating 2 engaged.” I say reading into Waverly’s thoughts.

“And when did she have Brit Haught?”

“This past August she was born a month early.” I say standing up.

He asked me a few more question and i moved over to the bathroom as he walked out the room.I hated to have my privacy interrupted and hoped this was the last time they had to come here.

I walked in the bathroom to find oatmeal wash setting on the side of the tub with a note saying ‘bathe in this.’

So I went about setting the tub and going to find something fresh to wear. Once I had everything I needed I went and got in the tub.I couldn’t help but think about what Wynonna’s plans was. Was she going to stay? Was she going to go? She had yet to make a commitment to one thing.I know she was hurt at the lost of Doc and Dolls she loved them both in her way but now was the time to start making up her mind.

I know Waverly missed her they hadn’t seen each other in years and the time they did spend together has been clouded by monsters and the undead. I would understand completely if she would want to follow after her once her mandatory year is up.

I let out a sigh.

I don’t think I could live without Waverly for however long she was to be gone.

I scratched my arm.

“Stop scratching you will leave marks.” Waverly said walking over.

“So what he say?” I asked

“He said everything looks good, they will send me a letter in the mail with my mandatory test date.” She said sitting on the floor next to the tub.

“I was thinking that after your mandatory year hear that if you want to follow Wynonna I won't stop you.” I say.

“Where did that come from?” She asked.

“We you two haven't had time together since you was younger and everything with Purgatory didn’t help so maybe you two need some alone sister time.” I say running my hand through the murky water.

“Nicole while I am thankful for your selflessness I don’t plan on going anywhere you’re not. You are my home and yes Wynonna and I haven’t had much time together and she may leave and it will hurt me. But Wynonna has never been the one to stay in one place for too long, even as kids she always had issues with sitting still and would get in so much trouble with daddy about going out when he told us to stay in. I was always the good one even if I’m not……”

“I’m not what?”

“Nothing.”

“Waverly I’m not what?”

Waverly looked down at her hand and for a long moment she didn’t speak.

“I’m not an Earp.”

“Like Hell your not.” I say

“No I’m not I talked to Jeremy after he told us who Brit belonged to. We was waiting in the hospital when He told me, I had him run another test just to be sure and it turns out that I'm not an Earp.”

“But I would have know something this big.” I say.

“Well I guess to him it’s not big enough.” She said standing.

I grabbed her hand.

“Waverly I love you no matter who you are and I’m sure Wynonna does too.” I say looking up at her.

She smiled at me.

“I know And I love you both too.” She says ______________________________________________________________

Waverly

Today was my first day alone in the house Nicole started work and Wynonna was out looking for work after applying for her residence card. Brit and I did a lot of work around the house, Calamity Jane and her four kittens walked around the house making sure to stay out from under my feet.

Every now and then I would stop to pick one up and rub my nose against a fluffy coat before putting it back on the floor. Calamity was laying next to Brit’s chair on the floor as Sesame street played on the Tv. It’s never to early to start Brit on her letters and all that good stuff.

I was folding clothes when there was a knock a the door. I got up and looked out the side window to see Mave standing with a casserole dish.

“Hello Mrs Mave.” I say opening the door.

“Oh honey how many times do I have to say it’s mom to you.” She said as I let her in.

“I’m sorry I’m just use to that.” I say.

“That’s ok that’s a good sign that you was raised with respect for your elders.” she said as we walked into the kitchen.

“I made you a three bean Casserole and some oatmeal cookies with the vegan butter.” She said putting the dishes on the counter.

“Thank you that saves me from having to cook too much.” I say smiling.

“Where is my precious grandbaby?” Mave asked

“Watching a show about the letter A.”I say

“It’s time for her bottle if you want to give it to her.” I say holding out the bottle.

She took the bottle and laughed.

“You know Nicole couldn’t wait for feeding time she was always such a little piggy.” She said picking Brit up.

“She’s still like that where she puts all that food I don’t know but she is one big muscle.”

“Yes she is Nicole was always running around, she would go on these camp trips to Upstate New York when she was younger and they would tell us that there was a few times they had lost her for a whole day because she would run off the path into the woods. But she would always come back happy with the biggest smile.” She said

Those must have been the times she disappeared to come see me Purgatory wasn't that far from upstate New York all you had to do was jump a farry.

“They stopped taking her after a last time and she didn’t seem to mind she would just run around here and I would worry that she would pass out from heat stroke.” Mave said smiling down at Brit.

That must have been when i was wiped from her mind, boy was I glad we met again.

“Baby girl the one place i didn’t want to be is the one place that wants to hire me.” Wynonna says walking in.

“Hello Mave.” She said smiling

“Hello dear how's the job hunting going?” She asked.

“It’s over I didn’t want to but I got a job a a call center for Verizon.” Wynonna said holding up her new badge.

“We look at you part of the working world now how about that.” I say poking her.

Wynonna laughed and wrapped her arm around me and kissed my head, we both looked at Maeve when the sound of a little burp came from her.

“Well looks like someone is good and full and sleepy.” Maeve said looking at Brit

“I’ll take her I want to get out these clothes.” Wynonna said walking over and taking her.

I watched her walk across the room and into Brits room.

“She going to be staying around?” Maeve asked.

“Yeah she is.”

“Good I know a nice young man at my church…..”

“No Wynonna isn’t the type to date guys from anyones church. She she’s not your flowers and chocolate kinda girl.” I say.

“Then what kind is she?”

“She’s you gun toting whiskey drinking doughnut eating party going wild beast of a woman. A church guy is not going to be able to handle her.” I say.

“Oh honey I know a lot of guys finding her one isn’t going to be an issue for me. And if she carries a gun why didn’t she apply at the station with Nicole?” She asked

“Well she had a very bumpy past with the law the only cop she can get along with is Nicole.” I say as Maeve picked up her things.

“ I got ya well I’m off to find a man that can handle a wild beast of a woman like Wynonna.” She said heading for the door.

I watched her leave and went back to folding clothes.

“So I start Friday that gives me time to go to the DMV to get a new tag for the Jeep.” Wynonna says sitting and picking up a shirt to fold.

“Wynonna can I tell you something?” I asked

“Always Baby girl.”

“Well when Jeremy did the DNA test for Brit he came to me after and told me that I wasn't related to you.” I say looking down.

“What do you mean?”

I had him retest our blood to see if he wasn’t wrong and it turns out that I’m not your sister.”

“Bullshit Waverly you are my sister I remember when Mama and Daddy had you when they came home with you. You was this little pink monster.” She said standing up.

I didn’t say anything.

Wynonna walked over to me and lifted my head to look at her.

“Waverly I don’t care what anyone or any test or blood says you are my sister.” She says pulling me into a hug.

We stood like that for a long moment before pulling away.

“I will put this away you go make dinner Nicole should be home soon.” she said

I went into the kitchen and started to make dinner I put the casserole in the fridge and pulled out the ingredients for my Creamy vegan garlic pasta with roasted tomatoes. Nicole loved that, I was was going to have to make a lot more than normal since Nicole was out there training and working up an appetite.

I started to work and move around the kitchen with ease stepping around Jane as she sat watching me.

“Whoa hey Haught what's all that?” I hear Wynonna say.

I walked out the kitchen to see Nicole walk in with a big bag.

“Uniform and some stuff that Waverly asked me to pick up.” she said putting everything down.

“Plus I got my new partner to day her name is Shadow Walker.” Nicole said going back outside to the SUV.

I went to the door and looked out to the State issued SUV as she opened the door and a large dog jumped out the back and went around the back where Nicole was pulling out things. I looked at the dog and sighed I for got that Nicole was part of the K9 unit How was this going to work with the cats and Brit.

“Shadow Walker come.” She said walking to the house she said in a completely different language.

The dog stopped and sniffed me before walking around me then sitting down.

“Nicole how is this going to work with the Cats and Brit?” I asked as she put down the bag of food and the bed.

“She isn’t bothered by cats or other pets babies or people. She’s still a puppy and has weeks of training left before we graduate but she will do good with us. Put she’s not a pet she’s a part or the family and she's here to work. You can pet her but when she is in her vest like she is now she is an officer she knows the difference between the two.” She said as we walked in the house.

“What kind of dog is she?”

“A malinois, she has a good temperament but like any dog you need to respect her. This part is important that she gets to know the family as her pack so she will protect this house and us while we are together.”

Nicole crouched down and took off her vest and let her walk around the house. I went back to cooking when she started to sniff around Jane before moving on.

“How was your day?” Nicole asked hugging me.

“I did a lot of laundry and ran a few errands, I got the letter in the mail telling me my test will be next Tuesday at 1pm. I forgot to ask you mom while she was here but I’ll ask her tomorrow if she can watch Brit while I take my test.”

“First of many, but I hope not you just got your green card.” She

I mixed everything together and and headed to the table as Nicole got the plates. Wynonna got the cups and tea from the fridge. We sat down and started to make our plates.

“So Wynonna how did the call back go?” Nicole asked.

“It went good I got the job and start Friday. I’m not really a call center kind of girl but it pays the bills.” Wynonna says.

“Wynonna I told you while you’re here you don't have to pay for anything just save your money for when or if you want to get a house.” Nicole says.

“I gotcha Haught but do you really think I’m going to sit on money and not do my fare share.”

They both looked at each other.

“Ok this isn’t a pissing contest let's just split everything down the middle and call it even.” I say waving my arms.

“The house is payed off dad built it he’s a contractor Rich and William have there own construction company. All the rest is just small bills.”Nicole said starting to eat again.

There was a rumble outside and Nicole jumped up and ran into Brit’s room before she could cause a down pour.

“Have you two found out how she makes things like this happen?” Wynonna said as she watched it get over cast out the back sliding door.

“No as far as we can tell is she is able to control the weather.”

“Like Storm from Xmen cool.” She says.

Nicole came out the room with Brit and sat down to finish eating.

“The older she gets the more she will be able to control herself.” Nicole said.

Shadow Walker sniffed her head then gave it a little lick and Brit let out what sound to be a laugh. She was six months old now and she was able to control how she reacted to things and that was always a good thing. She was always grumpy when she woke up, just like Nicole.

Brit sat up and Nicole turned her so she could look at Shadow Walker. The puppy cocked her head to the side and gave a soft bark.”

“No, Sit.” Nicole said said.

Shadow Walker sat and sniffed at Brit’s feet.

I have to say that Shadow Walker was cute and she was so gentle with Brit in the short time.

We finished our dinner and started to clean up for the night.

“The sun has gone down some do you want to bring Brits swing out while I run through some drills with Shadow Walker?” Nicole says.

“Yea that sounds like a nice relaxing thing to do.” I say

We all moved out to the cooling back yard and sat down in the chairs I started to read while Wynonna worked on her laptop. I looked up at Nicole and just admired her as she worked she was such a family driven woman and wanted so much for us that I had to wonder if she ever thought about herself. I looked down at the book her birthday was coming up and she was going to be hitting 27 and I wanted to do something for her.

Pulling out my phone I started to text Maeve.

‘Nicole’s birthday is coming up in four weeks how does a greek goddess themed party sounds.’ I texted

‘That sounds like a good idea do you have any idea what you have in mind?’

I looked up at how her muscles flexed as she moved around the yard.

‘She is Artemis and I am her Athena.’

‘Well that is a plan I have to do some research but we can make it happen, Venessa will have to get her to go for fitting for her costume she is better at getting Nicole to do things like that without asking too much. Beth always starts a fight and Andrew can’t keep a secret from his baby sister.’ Maeve asked

‘Ok I will come over Wednesday when she's at work and we can start planning.’ I say smiling.

“What are you smiling about?” Wynonna asked

“I just talked to Maeve about planning Nicole’s birthday party.” I say putting my phone down.

“Ok what are you talking about doing?”

“The Greek Gods.” I say

“That sounds like a good idea but how are you going to get her to dress up?” She asked

“Vanessa is going to do all that, but for right now we are going to start planning Wednesday.” I say.

I looked over at Brit who was smiling at the movements that Nicole was using.

She was little on the small side for six months but she was very much a fast learner, I don't know if it is because she is some kind of spirit but she was happy and healthy and i was happy with that. -________________________________________________________________

Nicole

Work has been a killer the past weeks we have see drug deals gone wrong domestic violence bank robberies and car accidents. Makes me long for the slow days in Purgatory, I have been called in many times in the late hours of the night leaving my girls hat home alone for days.

Yes I said my girls I mean Wynonna too she is just as important to me as Waverly and Brit.

Now I was dragging myself through the front door putting my bag down and and bending down to take off Shadow Walker’s vest and when I stood up and I saw Vanessa standing by the couch.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“You have somewhere to be.”

“For what?” I sak

“Don’t worry about it now change out of your uniform so we can go and get this out the way.” Vanessa said pushing me to the room.

I let out a sigh and took a quick shower to get the day’s grime off and went to put on jeans and tshirt.

“No not that this.” Vanessa said handing me a dress bag.

I opened it up and looked at her.

“Nessa I am not leaving out this house half dressed.”

“Come on do it for Waverly she has a surprise for you.” She said

“I better be getting sex for this.” I say taking the things out the bag and started to dress.

“I don’t know what you’re going to get so don't ask me.” Vanessa said as she started to change .

We worked quietly and she moved over to fix my hair.

“Why do you get to wear a sheet like over?”

“Because it is my costume, you're Artemis a Greek mortal.” She says handing me a bow and some arrows.

“Where is Waverly?” I asked

“You mean Athena, she's waiting for you, now come on or we will be late.” She said pulling me up.

We got into the black car that was waiting for us and the first thing Vanessa did was put a blindfold on me.

“Come on is this really needed.” I asked.

“Yes it's needed it's a surprise.” Vanessa said.

The ride was a little on the long side I had nothing better then to think about what Waverly was up to to have me dressed in next to nothing out in public.

“We are here.” The driver called.

“Stay put I’ll help you out.” Vanessa says

After a short wait my door open and she took my hand.

“Come on baby sister put this on.”

She took off my blindfold And pulled my arm through a vest like strap and once I was in she buckled it across my chest and under my chest.

“Wings what the hell Nessa? And Why are we at the Bellagio?” I asked

“Happy early birthday you have to work all weekend so Waverly thought Today would be perfect for your birthday party since you’re off tomorrow.” She said smiling

I forgot all about my 24 birthday, I was so busy making sure that We was all settled in that I didn't think about anything. Time has flown past so quickly that it was like we just moved her Thanksgiving Christmas New Years all of it was just gone.

“Happy early 24 birthday little sister.” She said kissing my head

We went walking into the Hotel and I was pulled into a room.

“Bed so you brothers can carry you to your goddess.” Mama says helping me on the bed.”

I yelped as the bed was lifted into the air and they started to walk the door opened and people started clapping. I was looking around until my eyes landed on Waverly. She is so beautiful in her gold top showing off her flat stomach and her gold flowing dress so see through I could see her legs.

I jumped down and ran over to her and wrapped her up in my arms making people clap and aww.

“I missed you today.” I say

“”I missed you to and I’m sorry I haven’t answered your calls but I have been running around all day trying to get everything done.” Waverly said running her hand up and my chest.

“Where is Brit?” I asked

The sitter has her up stairs in a room I didn’t want to send her back to the house where Shadow Walker is in the house.” She said

I bent to kiss her and we started to move to the music, the night is long but I had a good time. I bad a good time sitting on my throne watching people but the thing that bothered me the most was the looks Luke and Vanessa was giving each other.

“I be back.” I told Waverly and put my drink down.

I got up and and moved across the room to where Vanessa was and grabbed her hand and led her into the hall.

“Ok so what’s going on with you and Luke?” I asked

“What are you talking about.”

“Oh come on Nessa don’t bullshit me, I’m a cop and your sister I can read how guilty you look. Hell you won’t look at me Waves or Wynonna so what’s going on?”

“Ok fine… Luke and I got a divorce and it was finalized the other day. I was really feeling like shit because Luke painted me as this horrible person in the courts and now I have to pay him alimony even when he makes more than me. He told the courts that I wouldn’t give him kids and we long ago learned that I can’t have kids.” She said.

“I’m sorry.” I say

“Anyway I went to the bar feeling sorry of myself and I ran into Wynonna, we went back to the house the only thing I have left and we had sex it was good really good we’ve done it plenty of times and she wants to have a relationship and I do to but she don’t want the family know yet and I’m on the same page. But Luke saw us kissing at dinner a few weeks ago now he’s running around the family telling everyone that He walked in on us while we was still married.”

“What the Hell is that Why mama has been treating Wynonna like shit?”

I saw mom out the corner of my eye.

“Mom Get over here.” I growled.

She walked over.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?”

“You have been treating Wynonna like shit because of something Luke said. Since when have you taken the word of someone over the word of your child. You have always listened to your kids side of the story over that of their spouse?” I asked

“He…..”

“No there is no he said. You have been treating Wynonna like hell for the past weeks because a lie that Luke told you. I want him out of my party and for that matter I want you gone too. I don’t want to speak to you until you can say sorry to Nessa and Wynonna.” I say before walk away.

I went back to the party and sat down next to Waverly.

“Baby what’s wrong you have a frown.” She said

“We will talk about that later.”

I unclipped my wings.

“I’m going to find Wynonna want to come?” I asked.

“No I’m going to check on Brit I will find you when I get back.” Waverly says.

I found Wynonna by the bar and I sat next to her.

“Nessa told me about you two and I’m not mad at you.” I say ordering a glass of whiskey.

I don’t know how the rest of the night went because We swiped 4 bottles of vodka from the bar and headed of to walk the halls of the Hotel. I know we did some talking about what happen at the beginning but as time went on things became a blur for us 400% of polish vodka combined between the two of us should have killed us since Spirytus Delikatesowy wasn’t something you just go out drinking at 100% alcohol.

When I sat up I laided back down covering head.

“Please stop moving.” I heard Wynonna whisper.

I wrapped my arms around my head and tried not to breath to loud.

“I really hope that’s you Haught.” she says softly.

“Yep.” I moaned.

“Where are we?” She asked.

I cracked my eye and looked around I saw One of the kittens make there way up on the bed then closed my eye.

“Home.” I grunt as the kitten started to pur in my face.

“Oh thank god.”

We laid there not moving I finally slowly and went into Wynonna bathroom and started to wash why face with cold water.

“You’re still drunk Haught.”I say to myself.

“So am I.” Wynonna said sitting on the toilet.

“Well it's a good thing I have went already.” I say then turned and stumbled out the bathroom.

I looked down at what I had on some how I gotten into Wynonna’s short and tshirt. I picked up the almost empty bottle.

“A little hair of the dog.” I say taking a gulp.

Wynonna took it from me and did the same before we both left the room.

“I love you.” I said when I saw Waverly standing in the middle of the living room.

“You’re drunk and in trouble both of you. Do you know How many bars I had to go to just to find you. 10 10 bars do you know how much booze and vomit I got on me?”

“Um.” Both Wynonna and I said.

“Nicole you’re a cop for the love of god and you had a gun on you, I don’t to think about what may have happened if you had to pull that gun.” She said with her hands on her hips.

I looked down like I was a kid that just got caught doing something bad.

“You two consumed 400% of alcohol with the for bottles of Polish Vodka you swiped from the bar, and when I found you you was sharing a Bottle of Whiskey. I don’t know how much you have been drinking after you finished the the Vodka. Vanessa stayed up watching you two because we didn’t know if we should take you to the hospital or not.” She said her voice shaking.

I walked up to her and pulled her into a hug.

“I’m sorry Waverly I should have just called off the party after talking to mom and Vanessa. I didn’t mean to put you through that to you it was wrong.” I say.

“What happened?” She asked.

“It’s my doing me and Vanessa have a relationship or had a relationship I don’t know How she’s going to feel about me now. Anyway We want on a date on night and Luke saw us kissing and even though they aren’t together any more he is dead set on making her life hell so he told the family that we was together before they divorced like when I first got her. So now Maeve and the rest of them won't talk to me, and I was feeling bad because all I wanted to do was hug and dance with Nes last night so I was feeling bad for myself and I pulled Nicole into myself pity party.” She said.

“You did no such thing I was mad and I just wanted to be there for you.” I say.

“Ok you two that’s enough of the back and forth. Wynonna I’m mad that you went out and got as fucked up as you did last night but that's not going to change how I feel about you. I don’t Care what Luke told the family or how mom acts she isn’t me and doesn’t make choices for me.” Vanessa said coming out of the kitchen

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