#and i'm like 'no??? i said YOU weren't allowed to eat ice cream for dinner'

[box-architecture]

"So Dream's date went well I see." Hannah noted idly as she began to take samples.

Sam's stormy expression further soured. "No personal-life discussion at work."

"That's not what you were saying yesterday." Hannah smiled, a thin veneer of benevolence. "Mr. 'Dream, where did you meet him? Where are you going out, Dream? What time will you be back? Is it just dinner?'"

"All good questions to ask your roommate." Sam defended, moving away from the computer to start examining the body's flesh. Hannah's facade fell away to reveal something far more puckish.

"Of course. I'm sure it was incredibly important to know what dessert they would having. Wouldn't want the date to roofie his ice cream."

"They weren't having ice cream." Sam snapped. His face was flushed teal. "They probably just went to his house and- had sex."

"Ooh, that look like it hurt to say. You want to take five?"

"I'll tell security you shut off the basement cameras." He pointed a finger at her threateningly. Hannah looked amused. "You can't keep using the sarcophagus room to-"

"To what, Sam?"

With a jerk, he spun around to face Tina. She had an eyebrow raised, labcoat folded over her arm. Briefly, he tried to point his finger at her, before flushing further and dropping his hand.

"You know." He said, albeit mildly strangled. She leaned in and smiled sweetly.

"No, I don't. Tell me about what Hannah does in the sarcophagus room."

After a moment of sputtering, Sam deflated like a balloon. It wasn't really surprising. The man had always been all bark, no bite. It made him kind of funny; kind of annoying, too, but these things had their gives and takes. Hannah patted him on the back.

"Oh, Dream's here!" Tina's exclaimed joyfully, and Sam's wilted demeanor vanished instantly.

"Dream!" He brushed past Hannah and descended down the platform, hurrying over to meet a disheveled blonde man who was shimmying on his lab coat with one hand, leaning on his cane with the other.

"And there he goes." Hannah sighed. She bundled up her samples and set them on her moving tray. Tina hummed, still watching the men.

"Do you think he knows?" She asked. Hannah snorted.

"That he's in love? Sam would have brought out champagne and roses Day One if he did."

"No, Dream." Tina insisted. Hannah paused, looking up to squint at the pair.

Sam tied Dream's coat for him, brushing off the nonexistent dirt and likely rambling. Dream, slowly, reached out to cup Sam's face with a tenderness that Hannah had only ever seen him give to the dead. There was a moment of surprise, and then Sam melted, leaning into a hug. It allowed him to completely miss the forlorn, obvious yearning that flitted over his roommates face.

"No," Hannah decided. "He's an idiot. He would have done something stupid by now to force himself to 'get over it.'"

"You're right. He would have flown to Paris or something." Tina agreed. She plucked the sample tray from its cart and leaned in to whisper in Hannah's ear. "I'll put these in your office. Meet me in the sarcophagus room?"

Hannah smothered a giggle and nodded.

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Uhhh notes:

you are not immune to Forensic Anthropologist Awesamdream AU

Dream and Sam are roommates, who tend to spend time together by watching marathons and eating ice cream on the couch together. Sam and Dream notably don't eat ice cream with other people, unless the ice cream is handed to them or it's a required thing. Sam considers it Their Thing That's Theirs Only For Them and Dream, quietly, also thinks of it like that

Hannah and Tina have sex in the sarcophagus room. Notably they turn off the security camera to do this, or go in the blind spots. This is illegal probably.

Dream grew up with Sapnap and George, but for Reasons they are no longer friends. Dream met Sam in school and Sam had the biggest crush on him, but they ended up separating at some point and going in different directions. When Sam transferred to this branch of forensics and met Dream again, Dream was notably covered in scars, walking with a cane, and a lot colder.

Dream tends to be distant with his coworkers and warms up over time, but Sam is Immediately allowed in his space and can be as touchy as he wants.

[canongf-archive]

PLEEEASE @me-myself-and-my-fos 

THIS IS EXACTLY IT. he goes back and forth on it in his head for several minutes and ultimately says yes anyway. i come into the living room to find them both eating straight out of their own cartons and eddie shamelessly blames the whole thing on dustin while shoveling ice cream into his mouth. 

[darknight3904]

Sober - Eddie Munson

Chapter 19- A Night At The Boathouse

Masterlist

Spending the night in a boat house wasn't Marguerite's idea of a good night of sleep, hell it probably wasn't anyone's idea. But, after Eddie had finished telling his story and Dustin assuring that they'd bring a food delivery the first thing the next day, Marguerite couldn't say no to the boy who was pleading to stay. It was especially hard since he looked so lonely in the boat with the blue tarp half tossed on him, of course Eddie's big brown eyes weren't helping. Curse genetics for making him with those puppy dog eyes.

"What do ya want for dinner Eds?" Marguerite asked

"Oh uh I don't know. I honestly just want you here you don't have to spend money on me." Eddie said

"Eddie, three weeks ago you begged me to buy you your own pint of ice cream at the grocery store." She rose a brow

"Okay okay fine. What's even open at this time?" He asked

"Probably Pizza hut but I feel like all we do as a couple is eat pizza." She laughed

The sides of his mouth were quirking up into a smile, he tried to fight it by looking at the ground.

"Maybe that shitty Chinese food place downtown." She suggested

"Yeah but that's like a million miles away." Eddie groaned

"Half an hour isn't a million miles." Marguerite said

"Mmm well it feels like that to me." Eddie said

"Well we can't just not eat. Food is needed for life y'know." Marguerite said

"Well...I have an idea about what I could eat." Eddie smirked before pulling her down into the boat with him.

She landed with a soft thump on his lap and his hands found her waist.

"Eddie! I'm serious!" She whined

"I'm serious!" He whined right back mimicking a high pitched voice.

"I don't sound like that dipshit." She said

"I don't sound like that!" He mimicked again

°°°

After much debate, Eddie allowed Marguerite to go and pick up some Chinese food. Despite his initial distaste for the greasy stuff, he found himself wolfing it down basically as soon as she got back in the door.

"Jesus christ would you at least let me get some of the noodles?" She groaned trying to rip the little white container from his hands

"Sorry. I haven't eaten in hours." Eddie said

"Yeah no shit. Hey! Stop hogging all the rice!"

After their feast was completed and Eddie had tried to burp the alphabet, the pair cuddled up in the boat, old life jackets serving as a bed.

"You can go inside if you want. I won't be offended." Eddie whispered

"And leave you all alone? I said I'm staying and that means I'm staying." Marguerite replied

Another beat of silence passed as Marguerite tried to ignore the ache in her neck.

"I just keep seeing it. It's like it's on replay over and over and over again." Eddie said quietly

Marguerite didn't have to ask what he was referencing, she knew he meant Chrissy's final moments and how she went floating.

"I know this sounds stupid, but it will get better." She said softly

"I know. It's just insane. I never thought something this wild would happen, even to me." Eddie said

Marguerite nodded as her thoughts drifted. Her brain conjured up how she wasn't able to sleep for weeks after Billy was gone. Every time her eyes would shut all she could see was him on the mall floor.

"Eddie, I love you." She said suddenly

God Marguerite wanted to slap herself. They had barely been together 3 months and here she was confessing to him like some stupid girl on Valentine's day.

Eddie must've sensed her turmoil because he was laughing and brushing the hair from her face as she pouted.

"Ah...uh just ignore me I'm really tired." She said

"Quit pouting, you'll get wrinkles on your face." Was his only reply

She woke up the next morning still under the tarp. The scent of dust and God knows what else was suffocating as she pulled it off her head. Her gaze fell to Eddie who was poised at the window ready to strike with his beer bottle in hand. Marguerite couldn't even get a word in before the door swung open to reveal Steve and the rest of them, arms heavy with groceries.

"Delivery!" Dustin chimed

Marguerite had never seen anyone eat Honeycombs as fast as Eddie. She swore he wasn't even chewing as Dustin gave him the news of the town.

"So your name hasn't gone public yet but it's only a matter of time. And before you know it everyone and their mother will be out looking." Robin said

"Hunt the freak right?" Eddie said

"Exactly."

Marguerite reluctantly left Eddie in the boat house and headed for her car. Steve was taking Robin, Dustin, and Max out to see what the sirens were while She was going to try and find Lucas as per Dustin's suggestion.

"Hey, Erica is Lucas here by any chance?" She asked when the girl opened the door

"No. He hasn't been home in days." She said

"Oh. You uh have any idea where he could have gone?" She asked hopefully

"No but when you find him tell him he owes me ten bucks for everyday I'm covering."

That was all Marguerite was able to get out of Erica Sinclair before she slammed the door in her face.

"Brat." She mummered under her breath

"Dustin to Maggie do you copy?" A loud voice came from the walkie talkie the curly haired boy had insisted she take

She scrambled for the radio, banging her funny bone in the process.

"It's Maggie I'm here." She said into the radio

"Good. We're going to Miss Kelly's house and then we're going to the school. Meet us there in 45 over and out " Dustin said

"Wait the guidance counselor? What's she got to do with any of this? Dustin? Dustin? Hello?!"

Okay it's official, she hates children.

Now, she had 45 minutes to kill and she found herself pulling up to Jeff's garage where Coroded Coffin practiced.

"Hiya boys!" She greeted

"Maggie!"

They were a good group. A little gross sometimes but Marguerite enjoyed the time she spent with them and Eddie at practices and performances.

"Why are you here?" Gareth asked

Shit. Why was she here? She couldn't say that they were breaking into school and she needed to kill time before said breaking in.

"Oh y'know still looking for my missing boyfriend." She lied

"Eddie's still gone? I'm sure he's just high off his ass somewhere." Jeff said

"Oh how comforting." Marguerite said

"Oh uh sorry."

Eddie's friends were never very good with social cues. That was okay by her standards as she sat there and listened to their newest song. Of course, it was missing one lead guitarist and Marguerite knew it would sound even better once Eddie wasn't on the run.

The music continued as Marguerite listened however was sadly interrupted when Jason Carver and his goons walked down the drive way.

"We're looking for Eddie Munson." Jason said

"Why?" Gareth asked

"That's our business. Just tell us where you think he could be." Jason said

"I don't think he'll be telling you anything." Marguerite said scanning the newcomers

Her eyes landed on Lucas who seemed to be confused and looked like he was questioning everything.

"Who the hell are you?" One of the boys asked, Marguerite was pretty sure that he was Patrick McKinney.

"None of your damn business. They don't know where Eddie is so fuck off." She said

"Wait a second..." Jason stepped away from Jeff and towards her "I know you. You're always running around with that that freak. You're his girl or something."

Shit.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She denied

"Bull shit. I saw you and Munson making out in that shit van of his like two weeks ago.

Double shit.

Marguerite opened her mouth to say something but was cut off with a quick punch directly at her face. She flew to the side and groaned as she felt the concrete of the garage hit her back. Loud shouts ensued as she tried to stem the blood that was now flowing from her temple.

"Tell me what I want to know or I break it!"

Her eyes drifted to Jason and Jeff. Jason had Jeff by the arm was was pressing him against the ground.

"Dustin Henderson! He called looking for Eddie a day or so ago! He might know!"

Triple shit.

[nakachuchu]

Chocolate Pocky | Fushiguro Toji

SYNOPSIS: A day in your life with a freeloader.

READER: female

WORDS: 1209

WRITTEN: 04/10/2021

NOTES: Thank you for requesting from my event! "Let's get married." Okay, this was really fun to write and I'm tooting my own horn, but this is so cute and it's my fav. Sorry I couldn't mention chocolate pocky more. I got distracted lol

You came from a rich family that didn't expect you to run the family business because you weren't the male firstborn.

All that was expected of you was to marry someone and have children, but you didn't like the idea of giving in to what your controlling family wanted.

Because of your upbringing, you connected with Toji. The two of you met in school and the first moment he saw you was when you were tilting back on your chair, eating chocolate pocky with a deadpan expression on your face.

After learning of each other's circumstances, you two naturally clicked with each other. And although you enjoyed how free-spirited he was, the fact that he was a freeloader was getting on your nerves.

You straddled his hips, smacking him repeatedly with a cushion from the couch he was laying on.

"Get a job!" you exclaimed.

He reached forward and engulfed your face with his large hand, pushing you away. Your arms flailed around, unable to reach him anymore.

"I do have a job."

"Freeloading is not a job!"

"You're rich," he retorted.

"That doesn't mean I like having you in my apartment all the time!"

You wrapped your hands around his wrist and pulled his hand off his face. You huffed and looked down at him as he picked his ear while watching television.

"You're literally so gross," you muttered.

In the past, Toji would come by from time to time, but he never stayed this long before. At first, you didn't mind but you would have appreciated if he at least did the chores if he was going to stay at your apartment for free, especially with his kids.

You knew about Tsumiki from his first lover and you had met her before, but when Toji suddenly showed up with not only Tsumiki but another child, you nearly strangled him.

"Let's get married," Toji suddenly said.

You stared at him. The man had the audacity to bring up marriage with you and wouldn't even look at you.

"No."

"Why not?"

"You just want to marry me because I'm rich," you retorted.

"Okay, and what's your point?"

You rolled your eyes. "Get on your knees and maybe I'll say yes."

Toji stopped picking his ear and turned to look at you, ignoring the romantic drama on the television.

"I'm not doing that," he said.

"If I give you fifty bucks, would you do it?"

"Hell yeah."

You snorted. "Always the gold digger, Toji."

"Obviously."

You opened your mouth to respond but noticed Megumi peeking at you from behind the doorway. Even Tsumiki was right behind him.

"Are you two hungry?" you questioned. "I'll start dinner in a sec."

"I'll help," Tsumiki chimed.

"Thank you, sweetheart," you said. "Megumi?"

He said nothing, but you could see him shuffling around. You smiled at how cute and shy he was, and you swore he was your favorite 7-year-old you have ever encountered.

You climbed off Toji's lap and ignored the way he ogled your ass. He had done it so many times that you had gotten used to it.

Tsumiki followed you into the kitchen, leaving Megumi to shuffle out and sit on the couch with his father.

While you and Tsumiki prepared dinner, Toji was telling Megumi about the romantic drama he was watching.

"So the mother is cheating on the father with his brother and the daughter is dating her math teacher who also happens to be her older sister's fiancé."

Megumi blinked at the television screen.

"Toji, what the heck are you teaching your son?"

"The complications of family," he answered.

You sighed.

"I finished chopping the carrots," said Tsumiki.

"Thank you."

Once the two of you finished preparing dinner, you forced Toji to get off his ass to set the table. You even stood behind him, refusing to help as he set the table begrudgingly.

When he was finally done, the four of you sat down at the dining table to eat. Megumi was a bit of a messy eater, but he tried his best to create the littlest amount of messes possible.

You would often wipe his mouth with a napkin and tell him it was okay to be messy, then you would turn to Toji and say, "Stop being a slob."

For dessert, you allowed the children to have chocolate pocky since it was a bit late for ice cream and you knew any cold desserts always gave Megumi a brain-freeze.

"Hey, let's play the pocky game," Toji suggested.

"Get your gross face away from me," you retorted.

Once the four of you were full, you cleaned the table and stood next to Toji in front of the sink—you were forcing him to wash the dishes.

"Look, I'm just saying. You already cook for me and provide for me, so we should just get married," he said.

"I don't hear anything."

"Bad hearing must come with the age, huh?"

You glared at him. "You di—" You glanced at the children. "Delightful person."

Toji sent you an amused glance to which you rolled your eyes at. You slapped the towel you were holding against his ass before placing it on the counter.

"Where are you going?" he asked as you turned around.

"I need to poop," you said in an obvious tone. "Don't miss me too much, loser."

While you walked away into the bathroom, he was staring at you the whole time while absentmindedly washing the dishes. Once you were gone, Toji turned toward his children and noticed Tsumiki was looking at him with a grin on her face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're in love with her," she said.

He scoffed. "I'm not."

"Whatever you say, Dad."

He scoffed and finished washing the dishes and when you came back after your business, you tucked Megumi and Tsumiki into bed.

"Good night, Megumi. I love you," you said as you kissed his forehead. You walked over to Tsumiki who was in the next bed over. "Good night, Tsumiki. I love you," you said as you kissed her forehead.

You turned the lights off and left the room, quietly closing the door before walking back into the living room to see Toji watching his romantic drama again.

"Is the episode not finished?" you questioned as you sat next to him.

"Sweetheart, it has fourteen seasons," he retorted.

"And what season are you on?"

"Two."

"I'm going to die before you finish this damn series," you retorted.

You said that yet you still sat next to him, side pressed against his while his arm splayed behind you on the back of the couch.

Eventually, you fell asleep in the middle of the third episode that had just started. Your head was resting on his shoulder. He stared at you and faintly smiled before picking you up to bring you to bed.

While walking to your room, he ran into Megumi who had woken up to use the bathroom. He was simply standing there silently with a stuffed dog in his hand.

He was looking at his father, blinking at the sight of you in his father's arms and all Toji said was, "I know what you're thinking and it's not like that, you brat.

[mksc77]

For a couple of weeks, Sharon filled her days with sipping a couple of mugs of coffee on the porch and getting things done around the house in the mornings, enjoying the pool in the afternoons, and reading in the swing in the evenings once dinner was in the oven. It was a much-needed break after retiring, her honeymoon, and visiting her parents, but she tired of it fairly quickly, just as she'd known she would. On a Monday in June, she was enjoying her last day of idleness, as she planned to go to St. Joseph's the next morning to inquire about volunteer opportunities. For today, she was floating around in the pool with her book and Captain Morgan. She felt like she'd read more in the last few weeks than in her entire life, but she wasn't complaining. The weather had been mostly in the seventies and low eighties, so it hadn't been too hot. She had music playing from the porch, and she never knew if it was music that made her want a drink or alcohol that made her want good music, but her rum and pineapple juice with a splash of cranberry and sprite was melding pretty well with John Mellencamp. She hadn't made a habit of drinking during the day, but she'd allowed herself a couple of light drinks two or three afternoons a week.

The winter days, they last forever

And the weekends went by so quick

Went ridin' around this little country town

We were goin' nuts, girl, out in the sticks

One night me with my big mouth

A couple guys had to put me in my place

When I see those guys these days

We just laugh and say do you remember when

That's when a smoke was a smoke

And groovin' was groovin'

And dancin' meant everything

We were young and we were improvin'

Laughin' laughin' with our friends

Holding hands meant somethin' baby

Outside the club "Cherry Bomb"

Our hearts were really pumpin'

Say yeah yeah yeah

Say yeah yeah yeah

Seventeen has turned thirty-five

I'm surprised that we're still livin'

If we've done any wrong

I hope that we're forgiven

Got a few kids of my own

And some days I still don't know what to do

I hope that they're not laughin' too loud

When they hear me talkin'

Like this to you

Emily came out of the house, dressed in her swimsuit, and got on another float in the pool. At almost seven months, she was getting more uncomfortable, but a float in the pool usually did the trick. She and Emmett hadn't wanted to rush to get married before the baby was born, so they'd set the date for December. It didn't really matter, as far as the church was concerned, but Emily wanted them to be married before the baby was baptized. "Blair just called, and she and our other high school friends want to give me a baby shower. She told me to go ahead and start thinking about dates for a wedding shower, too."

Sharon looked over at Emily and noticed that she didn't seem too happy about it. "Your friends want to give you a couple of showers? That sounds just awful!" She said, with mock sympathy.

Emily rolled her eyes. "I just feel like I'm doing this all in the wrong order. I don't feel like I've done anything wrong, but with the wedding and the baby getting more real, I kind of wish we'd just gone ahead and planned a quick wedding before the baby came."

"Em, there was no need for you guys to do that. Unlike me, I'm sure this will be your only wedding." Sharon gave her a wry smile and sipped her drink. "You should enjoy it. You and Emmett are giving this baby a family that loves her and will take care of her, and that's all that matters. The order in which you do this isn't important."

"I know, but with the showers that are being planned and everything, it's just making me more aware of the fact that I'm having a baby before I'm married. Everyone's been great about it, and I haven't really thought much about it until now, but it just seems off or something."

Sharon was a little surprised that Emily was starting to feel the old Catholic Guilt, but she understood. "Once things pick up and you don't have time to overthink everything, I think you'll feel better about it. This in-between stage is unsettling, in general, and I know you've never liked change."

Emily nodded. "I think you're right. Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome." Sharon placed her drink beside the pool and flipped over to lie on her stomach. Despite slathering herself with sunscreen every day, she was still getting a little bit of a tan. Any skin damage she had from the sun had probably mostly happened during the baby oil and iodine days of her teenaged years and young adulthood, anyway, when the sun's rays weren't thought to be anything but healthy. She wasn't in the pool for the purpose of tanning, but she loved to be in the water and feel the sun soaking into her skin. She'd never been much of a swimmer for exercise, but she'd been making herself swim a few laps most afternoons. Once she got herself settled into a more productive routine, she planned to take either morning or evening walks around the neighborhood, but she'd stick with floating around the pool for now.

A couple of hours later, with dinner in the oven, Sharon assumed her evening perch in the swing with her book and a glass of wine. Andy came home soon after that and joined her on the porch. "Am I just going to have to get used to being a swing widow?" He teased. Their evening dynamics had definitely changed since they moved. At the condo, Sharon sometimes sat on the balcony for a while in the evenings after watering the flowers, but she was still usually inside for most of the evenings. Now, she usually went inside just long enough to eat dinner and help clean the kitchen before going straight back to the porch.

"You can always come out here," Sharon pointed out.

"But the game will be on in there," Andy protested.

"True..." Sharon looked around. "We should put a TV out here. It would be nice to watch football out here this Fall."

"Then you'd never go inside." Andy pecked her on the lips. "How was your day?"

"It was nice, but I'm ready to get out of the house. I'm going to start at church tomorrow, but I think I'd like to pick one or two places and stick with them for a while instead of doing things here and there like the people at church do. I know they'll be able to steer me in the right direction, though." Sharon closed her book. "What about you? Is Captain Hernandez any better?"

Andy heaved a dramatic sigh. "She sent my paperwork back three times before it was finally good enough for her! And I thought you were a perfectionist."

Sharon had been a stickler about paperwork at the beginning, but she quickly learned to appreciate the talents her team had in other areas of investigations and gave up on perfect paperwork from them. "She'll learn to pick her battles, just like I did."

"Pick your battles? You sound like you're talking about toddlers!" Andy whined.

"Well, some days I felt like I was dealing with toddlers." Sharon kissed Andy and went inside to check on dinner, and Andy went inside to change clothes. Sharon peeked into the living room first, and Emily was watching TV with a jar of pickles in her lap. Sharon still wasn't used to Emily not being pencil-thin. Her face had filled out a little, and her legs were actually a little bigger than twigs. "Dinner will be ready soon...By the time this baby comes, I'm going to forget what you look like without a jar of pickles in your hand!"

"I know, right? If it's not pickles, it's watermelon. At least I'm not craving something terribly unhealthy."

Sharon nodded. "Yeah, like the strawberry ice cream that's still on my thighs thirty-five years later."

Emily rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Mom, your legs are, like, perfect."

"They're not perfect, but I'll take it.”

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