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Who Are You?

A/N: I was stumped with what to do for the prompt Identity until I suddenly found the inspiration to write this fic that depicts an au of mine called Lost and Gained. Which includes ocs of mine such those from OBWHF and new ones for the Pines family such as Andrea Pereira, wife of Stan and mother of James, Jessie and additional kid Leroy. Lucina Evergreen, wife of Ford and Fiddleford and mother of Tate and Shiloh and later Shauna and Shannon. But enjoy what I wrote here for @stanuary

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“Who are you?” A young boy Stan asked his reflection in the bathroom mirror, flashing a bright grin on his face after finishing brushing his teeth. “I’m Stanley Pines! King of New Jersey! This guy is gonna go sailing one day with his brother!” He pointed at himself with bright confidence and pride. “And Andy if she wants to…” Stan muttered under his breath with his cheeks blushing.

“Stanley, are you done in there?” asked Ford after knocking on the closed door.

“Coming out!”

A teenage Stan saw himself in the bathroom mirror while grooming his hair and fixing up his pink suit in preparation for prom he’ll attend with his brother, and their respective dates. Stan smugly grinned at his image. “Who are you? Stan freaking Pines! This guy’s gonna take his best gal to the prom. And then we’re going to see a show after. Hell yeah. Tch. Tch.” Stan finger gunned back at his reflection before the sound of knocking was heard on the other side of the door. “Alright, alright. Yeesh.”

“Who are you?” Stan nervously asked his reflection inside the bathroom mirror at home. “Stan Pines… who's going to be a dad, while still in high school. You really did it now, Stan.” He smiled a little after taking time to compose himself. “At least Andy still loves you, you still love her, and her parents and brother don’t hate you after we told them. I’m gonna take responsibility. But I can’t tell my family… they’ll be less than thrilled. Except Sixer, I can trust him with anything.” Stan took a deep breath and left the bathroom.

Stan rubbed his tired, puffy red eyes in front of the Pereira family’s bathroom mirror to clean himself up. “Who are you?” Stan paused and choked up tears. “The knucklehead who ruined his brother’s science fair project, costing him that chance to get into the stupid college he wanted to be in, and got kicked out by Pops because of it.” He sniffled and wiped his runny nose. “Fuck… I can’t do anything right.”

“It’s going to be okay, Stan…” Andy said on the other side of the door. “I – we’re here for you.”

“I – thank you, lass.”

“Who are you?” Stan adjusted the striped tie of his cleaned shirt in front of the bathroom mirror of his, his wife and children’s apartment they’re renting in Florida. “Stan Pines. A husband, father of three gremlins, comic book writer and artist. Not too bad, I admit. Can do better. One day. Andy got her marine biology degree, and she’s hoping to find a job. Knowing Florida, it’ll be easy as pumpkin pie!”

“Dad! Dad! Dad!” cried out the three kids James, Jessie and Leroy approaching the bathroom door.

“You got a postcard!”

“Alright, I’ll come read it. Be right out.”

“Who are you?” Stan asked his reflection in the bathroom mirror of his brother Ford’s home. Behind Stan, his wife Andrea or Andy as most called her, stood behind him to treat the burn mark on the back of his right shoulder he sustained from physically fighting his brother before he ended up through the portal. The burn stung his back something fierce when Andy began to apply the ointment against his skin.

“You’re the guy who’s going to get his brother back.” Andy answered for Stan, doing her best to keep her emotions under control. “I still can’t believe what happened. His wife disappeared. His husband up and left. His sons were left in another person’s care… we have to do something.”

“We will. I think we can handle two more kids under our care. Tate and Shiloh need their family right now more than anything.” Stan gently touched his wife’s hand behind him. “And I know I’ll need your help.” Andy gingerly kissed his cheek.

“With you every step of the way, Stan.”

“Who are you?” Stan asked his image in the mirror of his and Andy’s bedroom now that they’ve taken ownership of the house that once belonged to Ford. “Stan Pines, owner of the Mystery Shack! People around here sure love a good tourist trap, let me tell you handsome devil. And with Andy working as a Lake Ranger at the lake, perfect for discounts for fishing supplies. The kids seem to love this town. Tate and Shiloh need time… but I’ll do my best as their uncle to get them through this. At least their other dad Fiddleford will be around once he’s mentally well enough to be involved with his kids again.” Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s been a long year since then. I hope I can make this all work. I hope I can get my brother back as soon as possible. Ugh, enough of me rambling.” Stan put on the fez hat as the final part of his outfit and left the room.

“Who are you?” Stan wiped away his happy tears in asking his reflection in his bedroom mirror. “Grandpa Stan Pines, that’s who! My first granddaughter was born today! Her name is Tanya and she is the cutest! I have a feeling me and Andy will be anticipating more grandkids running around here when they start actually running, so I'm gonna look forward to planning more space around here. If they’ll be anything like their parents, this is gonna be chaotic.” Stan let out a content sigh and headed downstairs.

“Who are you?” Stan demanded his reflection in the mirror. “Stanley Pines. The brother Stanford should be thanking me and Andy for getting not only him out of that stupid portal, but his wife, and apparently their twin teenage daughters they had while in there.” He was angry after his heated argument with his twin brother. At least their respective wives interfered and stopped the two brothers from physically fighting each other before it got worse. “I thought… I thought things would be fixed, but I don’t know if it can be.” Stan looked at himself with determination. “I guess I can try talking. Oof. I’m not looking forward to that.”

Stan let out a big breath. “Who are you? Me? Guess who became a Grunkle in the past couple of years? This guy!” Stan jovially thumbed at himself. “Which makes Andy a Grandy. Ha! Tate and his wife had their son Isaac. Shiloh and his wife had their daughter Hazel. Finally, Shermie got his grandkids Mason and Mabel born a couple days ago. Ford and I wouldn't willingly give the twins up to Shermie. God, I miss those twins already.” Andy laughed in the background.

“It was a wonderful time. And that has a nice ring to it. Grandy….”

Stan approached the mirror of his and Andy’s bedroom. He had one question that came to mind, remembering the one thing he would always ask and have an answer. “Who are you? Me? Um… I’m Stanley, I think. Stanley Pines. Yeah, that sounds about right from what everyone keeps telling me. It’s coming back to me.” Stan rubbed at his head, memories of his past, his whole life he spent with his family, and the last moments before it was almost all wiped out of his mind were slowly but surely coming back thanks to his family’s diligent efforts to bring him back.

“Who are you?” Stan would ask his reflection in the mirror onboard the Stan O’ War. Ford would walk from behind and stand next to him.

“I think you know the answer.”

Stan and Ford exchanged smiles at each other before going back on deck to start their adventure out at sea like they’ve always dreamed of doing when they were young.

21 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

Six Fingers in Time

Hey there all! Another entry for @forduary in going with the theme of Week 3: Hands/AU where it takes place in the Lost and Gained AU, depicting times in Ford’s life involving more positive moments. Hope you all enjoy this ficlet!

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“Aw, Filbrick! Shermie! Come look!” Caryn Pines held up newborn Ford’s six-fingered hands to show her husband who held newborn Stan in his arms. “He’s got the six fingers like my father has!” Filbrick grunted, less enthused as his wife and the mention of her protective father brought back memories of how he didn’t like the old man of Caryn’s. But young Shermie was ecstatic.

“That is so neat!”

“He’s going to be made fun of,” bluntly imputed Filbrick.

“Well it didn’t stop my dad from living his life, and it won’t stop Stanford’s. He’s perfect as he is.” Little Ford giggled.

“You can shove off, Crampelter!” shouted young Stan at the older boy and his other two boys as they walked away laughing. Stan snorted and looked back at his twin brother who had tears forming in his eyes and his hands behind his back. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, Sixer. No one makes fun of your hands on my watch.” Stan gave his brother a tight hug.

Ford really hoped this would stop at some point when no one cares how many fingers he has on his hands and be treated as normal.

“Hey, fellas!” greeted a young Andy as she and her penpal Lucina Evergreen approached the twin boys at the beach. Stan and Ford stopped what they were doing on their wrecked boat and faced their friend, and a new girl to them, walking up to them.

“Hey, Andy!” Stan waved.

“Greetings!”

“Who's the new girl?” Stan asked. “Don’t think we’ve seen her around here or in school.”

“You remember me mentioning a penpal, right?” Ford and Stan nodded. The girl with the lengthy black hair shyly shuffled her feet, her bangs concealing one of her eyes, but keeping her left brown eye exposed while holding her hair. Andy smiled at Lucina. “These are my friends.”

“I’m Stanley Pines! But call me Stan.”

“And I am Stanford Pines, but you can call me Ford.” Ford extended his hand to shake hers. Lucina gasped upon seeing Ford’s six fingered hand in immediate amazement at seeing something unique she hadn’t before. Lucina shaked his hand with hers.

“Wow… six fingers. That’s… really neat!” Ford blinked. He was taken by surprise upon the new girl’s reaction to his hands. It was much better than what happened with Cathy Crenshaw. He was almost at a loss for words until Lucina moved her bangs away to reveal her right eye being a light blue. Complete heterochromia.

“Complete heterochromia. That’s so cool!” exclaimed Ford. He then realized he still held onto her hand and let hers go, not wanting things to get awkward. “Oop. Sorry. It’s just nice to know there’s someone else who is different like me.” Lucina blushed from the compliment, happy he didn’t find her too weird.

“No, you’re okay. It’s nice to see someone who’s different like me, too.”

Ford held hands with Lucina along the beach at noon before they headed to the prom with Stan and Andy that will take place later tonight. It was their last day together before Lucina had to take the plane home to Gravity Falls in the morning. Ford wouldn’t see her again for a while and wanted one more night with her. Ford couldn’t believe this was all real. That he found someone he had a real connection with ever since they met as younger kids. It seemed so long ago.

“Lucy.”

“Hm?”

Ford and Lucina stopped at the edge of the shore where they couldn’t get their feet wet. They stood next to the swing set where they used to play as children. Ford put thought into the words he wanted to express to Lucina. Emotions swelled between the two teens.

“There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a while.”

Ford and Lucina took a seat on the only two swings.

“Ever since you came here these past summers, you made me feel I’m not alone.” Ford faced Lucina with a genuine smile. “When you looked at my hands, you weren’t put off or creeped out at the sight of them. A girl screamed at me when she saw them, and it made me feel awful. But I thought about you and seeing your eyes, it made a world of difference in my confidence.”

Lucina had her long black hair brushed back, her eyes being seen. She had to take a deep breath to respond to him.

“You did the same for me. People thought my eyes were weird and I couldn’t stand the staring. But when you look at me like you are now, you… make me feel less alone.” Lucina reached for Ford’s hand. Ford almost pulled away out of habit, but he let her hold his hand. She pulled him in for a hug that made him stiffen, but Ford eased almost immediately and wrapped his arms around her as she did the same.

The pair parted as the time was near until prom, for now, and they had a feeling it’ll be a good time with one another.

“Sweet sarsaparilla!” gasped Fiddleford upon seeing Ford’s hands. “Is that polydactyl?”

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26 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

Lulled to Sleep

A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s my late entry for @forduary Week One: Sleep. I’ve been busy and distracted throughout February so I may or may not finish the other weekly entries before the deadline. But anyhow, this takes place in the Lost and Gained AU where Ford is a parent and later grandparent. Hope you enjoy this ficlet!

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“WAAAHHH!!!”

Ford jolted awake from his eyes growing heavy from drifting to sleep.

Oh my. The boys need me.

It was a dark, not so quiet night in Gravity Falls in June of 1976, little Tate and his newborn brother Shiloh were crying and needing attention within their shared nursery. Thankfully, Ford had been awake for some time in getting some writing done in his journal at his desk. He raised up from his seat and walked towards the nursery, and on the way, waved at a tired Fiddleford to let him know he had it covered and he could go back to bed. He wanted to make things easier on Fiddleford and Lucina both as he can run on little sleep.

Ford opens the nursery door and sees little Tate holding onto the bars of his crib while standing and crying across from Shiloh who was also crying. Tate had six fingers on his left hand while Shiloh had six fingers on his right. Tate resembled much like his father Fiddleford, save for the brown hair, but it runs in his family as well as Ford’s. Meanwhile, Shiloh inherited Lucina’s black hair, darker skin tone and heterochromia eyes; Shiloh’s left eye was brown and his right eye blue. The room was spacious and colorful with painted depictions of the forest and animals and magical creatures. One day it was going to be both the boy’s room or until they choose to have their own rooms, respectively.

“It’s alright, boys, Dad is here.”

Ford scooped up Tate and Shiloh in his arms and checked if they needed to be fed, changed, etc before he got the boys to calm down. But they did when held in the arms of their father. He then takes a seat in the blue rocking chair in the room to rock the two boys to sleep after tending to their needs. He still finds himself amazed he’s doing something like this. Finding love. Including children in their active lives. And discovering new, wonderful and dangerous things in Gravity Falls; things he wants to share with his two boys when they’re old enough. And maybe they’ll share that love of adventure like he and Stan did long ago, before everything changed.

Ford would sing the boys a song his mother sang to him and Stan when they were little. An old Jewish lullaby from what he remembers. He found it funny she taught him the song ‘just in case you wanted to sing it someday’ but he sees what she meant now. It made him feel closer to her somehow. Tate yawned and fell asleep and so did Shiloh in Ford’s arms.

Ford would gently place the boys back in their respective cribs.

“Goodnight, Tate. Goodnight, Shiloh.” Ford placed a gentle kiss upon their foreheads and faced the doorway where Lucina and Fiddleford had been watching him the whole time. He smiled at the two. “I thought you two were in bed.”

“We were waitin’ fer you. Couldn’t help but ta watch and listen; it's a very pretty song.”

“Thank you. It always helped me sleep when I was little. I’m actually sleepy from having sung it.”

Lucina and Fiddleford took Ford’s hand in each of theirs and led him to bed with them.

“I thought it was lovely, too,” added Lucina.

30 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

In having thought back to Dragon Age, over the years I have been crafting an au where all seven origin Wardens were recruited by Duncan and survived the Joining and would become the Heroes of Fereldan they were meant to be. Plus, the optional Orlesian Grey Warden from Awakening who would assist them in that continuation. Its changed a lot over the years and I think I’m finally satisfied with it.

And for Dragon Age 2, all three classes Hawke can be existing, but with a twist! One of them is human and the other two are an elf and dwarf who were adopted into the family who become the Champions of Kirkwall they’ll be known as.

Finally, Dragon Age Inquisition. All six potential Inquisitors survived the catastrophe, but only four of them bear the shared mark within their respective hands, and the other two becoming companions to them. All this existing within the same au saga! Here is what I have so far and I may add more to it. May or may not be a fic using all this, but I wanted to share my own ideas.

Dragon Age Origins (headcanons):

All seven Wardens from the six origins (including the elven mage/human mage) were recruited/saved by Duncan, survived the Joining, and kicked the Archdemon's ass together; with the addition of all the possible companions. Except Loghain, he got axed because fuck him. The Wardens are Joan Cousland (warrior/templar), Dante Amell (mage/shapeshifter), Sindra Aeducan (rogue/duelist), Verroth Brosca (warrior/berserker), Limerick Surana (mage/arcane warrior), Faelan Mahariel (rogue/ranger), Misha Tabris (warrior/champion). And the mabari hound of Joan’s is named Griffon. The mabari that they find and bonds with Verroth is named Barkspawn, a name they all can agree on thanks to Alistair’s suggestion.

Joan and Alistair knew each other as children from when Joan and her father and brother would travel to Redcliffe for important matters. A young Joan would join in on Alistair's antics around the castle, having become fast friends. During the summer months of those more innocent years, Joan and Alistair would play even more when he could stay with her and her family. When the time came that Alistair was forced to live in the Chantry, him and Joan would keep in touch to write letters over the years, even if it saddened the two that they could not play together anymore.

The voices/personality of each of the Wardens would be Joan - wise; Dante - suave; Misha - cocky; Limerick - mystical; Faelan - experienced; Verroth - violent; Sindra - smart.

Oren and Oriana are alive and well, not having been killed when Rendon Howe's men captured Cousland castle. Escaping to Antiva thanks to Joan and gang when arriving in Denerim to recruit Misha.

Joan romances Alistair. Misha and Dante romances Zevran. Faelan romances Morrigan and performed the Dark Ritual. Verroth and Sindra romances Leliana. Sindra and Limerick become a couple, and is okay with Sindra being with Leliana, too.

Limerick loved being in the Circle, being grateful for not only learning to master his magic, but for the higher education he lacked living in Lothering with his financially troubled family. But later he does see from an outsider’s point of view that the Circle isn’t so kind. Limerick felt wronged for doing what he was told to do by Irving in exposing Jowan as a blood mage. It was hell for him when venturing out of Kinloch Hold for the first time as he felt like his legs were going to fall off from all the walking.

Misha looked up to her mother much of her life until she died. She loves her cousins and father just as much as well as the Alienage she was born and raised in. She learned how to fight with an axe since she was young. When the aspect of an arranged marriage came about, Misha wasn’t all for it, but the day came, and she met her would-be husband. It would not come to pass because of the Arl’s son. Misha killed several of the guards alongside her cousin. Misha didn’t hesitate to deny Vaughn’s deal and kill him and his friends to save her other cousin. Before she was to leave the Alienage to Ostagar, her father gave her mother’s weapon as a parting gift to her. She did express grief and remorse for the loss of her fiancée and kept the wedding ring he crafted to use in wedding with Dante and Zevran.

Dante was the opposite to Limerick; he hated being trapped in the Circle Tower, but still appreciate learning how to control his magic. Dante almost escaped from the Circle with Anders but chose to be distraction for Anders to escape without him. He greatly missed his mother and siblings, wanting to know what became of them, though giving up as the year’s past. He did learn the fate of his mother, going to the place where her ashes were scattered.

After slaying the Archdemon, each of the seven wardens went on their own paths: Joan reigned as queen alongside Alistair, eventually blessing him with three heirs, Duncan, Rose and Eleanor, to raise and love; having found a way conceive with more success. Verroth remained with Leiliana, bringing a baby girl, Andrea, into the worl Misha and Dante traveled across the lands with Zevran on their own quest across Thedas, with Misha birthing two boys, River and Silas, from all the lovemaking. Sindra was rightfully titled the new Warden-Commander of Fereldan, with Limerick being her Warden-Constable, they had Amaia. As for Faelan, he traveled across Thedas in search for Morrigan to be with her and their son Keiran. Luckily, with the help of old friends and new, he accomplished this and traveled through the eluvian with Morrigan.

Major choices: Connor was saved without having to sacrifice his mother, Isolde. The Sacred Ashes were preserved with the dragon not being slain. Bhelen was made King of Orzammar and the Anvil of the Void destroyed, killing Branka. Brokered peace between the werewolves and elves, Zatherian sacrificing his life to break the curse. Saved Redcliffe from the undead. Recruited Jowan into the group. Liberated the Circle of Magi from demons and saved the remaining mages, including Irving. In Soldier's Peak, they allowed Avernus to continue his research, but more ethical means than before and killed the demon that possessed Sophia's body. Fulfilled all the companion’s quests with positive results, including the one where Faelan Mahariel "killed" Flemeth, and every other possible quest with mostly positive results.

When the seven Wardens entered the Fade by the Sloth demon in the Circle, they each saw their own unique dreams. Joan saw that her whole family was happy and alive again. Verroth seeing that his mother began to treat him right, meeting his father for the first time, seeing his sister happy with her husband and child. Sindra dreamed that her brother was alive and that Bhelen getting respect equally, with the addition of getting together with Gorim. Limerick dreamt of becoming First Enchanter of the College of Magi, though was the first to saw it as nothing more than a dream and worked to free his fellow wardens from Sloth. Misha in her dream too saw what could have been if Nelaros was not killed and her mother being alive. Faelan in his dream saw an image he himself imagined of what his parents looked like, and that his friend Tamlen was never tainted. Dante Amell dreamed of being a free man, using the opportunity to see his mother and family in Kirkwall until he began to see the faults within the dream.

Of course, there were many things each of the wardens did not agree on when it came to certain choices. To name one big example was deciding who to crown King of Orzammar. Coming back to the dwarvan city caused great turmoil between Sindra and Verroth, the two arguing in anger, causing a temporary rift within the group that lasted until they killed the Broodmother. It was there that they settled on the decision on Bhelen becoming Orzammar's king, believing he would last much longer than Harromont would've, yet Sindra still hated the decision after Harrowmont’s execution.

Sindra loved both of her brothers, despite them getting on her nerves at times. She felt that her older brother Trian did not deserve to be killed and was genuinely caught off when Bhelen betrayed her.

Sindra knew King Cailan, as children, when the late King Maric and his son would be invited by her king-father to watch Proving's sometimes. Her and Cailan would play together, but lost touch over the years.

During the events of Awakening, Sindra was promoted to Warden-Commander and Limerick as Warden-Constable and the rest of the Wardens would come to assist with whatever they needed for old times’ sake. A Grey Warden from Orlais was sent to them in good faith named Lyric Caron (warrior/guardian). The three would work together in recruiting new Grey Wardens into their fold in order to defend the Keep and Amaranthine from the darkspawn threat. And would help their companions through their own troubles.

Lyric Caron is a straightforward woman who is new to Fereldan and its customs and is fascinated with how the Heroes of Fereldan manage warden duties so… unlike how she was taught in the order. She watches and learns under the seven and can’t help to admire them and learning of their adventures. Lyric has a wife and child back home she hopes will be alright while she is in Fereldan for a while.

With Nathaniel Howe, the pregnant Queen of Fereldan Joan would chat with him and convince him he should join the Grey Wardens and is remorseful for what happened to the remainder of his family and doesn’t blame him for what his father did. And imprisoned those who conspired with Rendon Howe.

With Velanna, Faelan would be able to put her at ease with their presence in meeting fellow elves and help her get her sister back, however they can.

With Oghren, Verroth and Misha would have a time convincing him to get back with his wife and mend their relationship.

With Justice, they convince him he can leave the deceased body of the former warden for his wife to have buried. Justice ending up possessing Anders’ cat Ser Pounce-A-Lot.

With Anders, he is happy to see Dante and Limerick again after so long since their Circle days. And they help him be on his way without issue when the mission is complete.

With Sigrun, she is excited to meet Verroth and Sindra and gets their autographs as they were inspiring to her as a dwarf.

They chose to spare the Architect and managed to keep both the Keep and Amaranthine from falling to destruction.

Sindra, Limerick and Lyric take up the mission in Amgarrak and succeeded.

During the Witch Hunt, Faelan is aided by Joan, her mabari Griffon and Limerick to find Morrigan and learn of her fate. Faelan would walk into the Eluvian with Morrigan to be with her and their son, and the others retrieved the book in turn.

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43 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A small ficlet for @stanuary

Week One: Brothers

“There’s something we wanna show ya, Shermie!” chirped the young Stan while holding his hand, with Ford holding the other.

“It’s one of our best finds yet!” supported Ford. Shermie chuckled, humoring his two younger brothers. It was as good an excuse as any to get out of the house.

Stan led his and Ford’s teenage brother outside on the beach where not many visitors would go. Perfect for Stan and Ford to play undisturbed for the most part. Save for those who pass by every now and then.

When the trio of brothers arrived at the spot, Shermie took a good look at what his brothers have been working on for a while. A small worn boat Stan and Ford pulled out from the cave and began to fix it to sailing condition, but judging by the slow progress, the boys were in no rush to complete the vessel.

“We called it the ‘Stan o’ War’. One day, when it’s complete, we’re gonna sail around the world, and go on adventures.” Stan climbed up the boat with Ford joining him.

“My, my. I have to agree this is a great find!” Shermie examined the boat. “If you’ll have me, I’d like to come with you two on one of those ventures. Better than being here, that’s for sure.”

“I knew you’d like it! We’d love to have you onboard our vessel.”

“If you’re not too busy when we do,” said Ford while picking up one of his books on the boat. Shermie hummed a response. He had been more involved with himself than his brothers as of late since getting his own car, and with it more freedom to leave the house.

“Well, if you guys ever want my help to finish this, I’ll be more than happy to drive to the store to buy more wood.”

Stan and Ford gasped with smiles on their faces.

“That would be great! But before you do, wanna play pirates with us? You can be the privateer!”

Shermie picked up a nearby stick with a bright grin. “Alright. Show me how to play.”

48 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

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I posted 174 times in 2021

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For every post I created, I reblogged 6.3 posts.

I added 87 tags in 2021

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My Top Posts in 2021

Connor Rhodes x Reader

Against a wall kiss

Will Halstead x Reader

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70 notes • Posted 2021-07-11 02:18:00 GMT

LOL

5.15

80 notes • Posted 2021-06-10 12:33:23 GMT

I love Jesse so fucking much😍😩❤️

Pls i need a Jay or Jesse in my life 😭

118 notes • Posted 2021-09-03 21:40:08 GMT

3.03

147 notes • Posted 2021-06-29 16:02:25 GMT

Against a wall kiss.

Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Reader.

Requested by anon: “Hello! If it’s ok with you may I please request Conner Rhodes x reader “Against a wall kiss” from the prompt list?”

Warnings: Against a wall kiss, Pregnancy.

Characters that may appear or be mentioned: Jay Halstead, Maggie, April, Erin Lindsay, Hank Voight, Trudy Platt, Dr. Charles.

Words: 903

A/N: ok, it’s my first write... idk if that’s how you wanted it, but i hope y’all like it. maybe i need to improve something... english isn’t my first language so, have patience with me🙈

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Y/n, ex-military and now 21st District detective. You served in the U.S. Army Ranger in the 3rd Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment, along with Jay and Mouse. A breakup is difficult, but it’s even harder to be a partner with your ex-boyfriend, or better yet, ex-husband. Amid the comings and goings of Afghanistan and Iraq, amidst traumas and disturbances, we find ourselves in the dark, but without even realizing it, there will be a light re-emerging from there. And Y/n’s light and hope was none other than Connor Rhodes.

You and the surgeon met at the hospital, in the midst of therapy sessions with Dr. Charles. From then on, a feeling began to emerge in both of them. Maybe love at first sight? You and Connor went to meet in various places like: Parks, restaurants, Molly’s, each other’s houses...

You didn’t want to relate now, with the recent divorce, traumas, you preferred to keep it to yourself. Connor, however, was always trying to win her over. He knew of his divorce with Jay Halstead after you came back from Afghanistan and joined the police department, of their post-traumatic disorders caused by the war... Intelligence was working on a gang case, nothing very specific and over time , you’ve been opening up even more about your feelings for Connor.

“Y/n?” - Maggie was surprised to see you arriving in the Emergency Room.

“Maggie. Hey!” - You replied smiling.

“Did something happen? ” - Maggie asked coming out from behind the computer.

“In truth no. I’m looking for Connor... Do you know if he’s out of surgery yet?”

“He leaves in 5 minutes. If you want, you can wait in the doctors’ lounge and when he comes down I’ll let you know he’s there.”

“Thank you so much, Maggie!” - You gave her a hug.

After 10 minutes Connor opens the door to the doctors’ room, entering and then closing it.

“Hey, baby!” - Connor kissed you.

“Hey!” - You got up from the couch.

“What you doing here?”

“Well, I left the district earlier today and since I know your shift is ending in 5 minutes, I thought I’d stop by the Med.”

“Well, I’m going to give the chart to April, pack my things and we can be on our way.”

Connor kisses her cheek then leaves the room. You were thinking about telling Connor he was going to be a father, but you had no idea how he would react. You’re grateful that Connor didn’t ask why you left early. Connor came in, packing his things and getting his keys from the locker.

“Let’s go?” - He asked.

“Hm? Yeah.” - You responded by coming out of trance.

“Are you okay?” - Asked grabbing your hand.

“Yeah, just thinking...”

“About what?” - He asked curiously.

“In how lucky to have met you.”

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carnationcreation · 4 years

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Hi! Can I please get an imagine where the reader is Bombay’s daughter and he’s never been around because of his job and that he left the readers mum years ago. But he comes back to coach her team, not knowing she plays and they argue, he pleads to get to know her etc.☺️😄basically the absentee!father x reader who wishes for a father but doesn’t know how to forgive him

TITLE: Forgiveness [Can you imagine?] (Bombay x daughter!reader)

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Prompt/summary: Bombay tries to reconnect with the daughter he walked out on 8 years ago.

Word Count: 2,519

Authors note: You said argue? Alright here’s some angst. It feels so good to be writing for The Mighty Ducks again, this is one of my favorite movies so I’m so happy I got a request for it!

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Every summer I used to get the same letter from my dad. It actually wasn’t even a letter. It was child support.

Every fall we used to stop by the diner in town to get milkshakes to celebrate the anniversary of him leaving us. It wasn’t that he was a terrible dad, she just knew she could do better for the both of us if he wasn’t around. After 8 years she still got the same order every time we went to the diner, and every year Mrs. Conway was still there taking our order.

Her son Charlie was always there too. Both of us played on the same hockey team and every winter we would drag our gear down to the pond to practice with our team.

That entire routine changed after one day.

“Goldburg you’re the goalie, the puck is supposed to hit you,” Charlie sighed as he skated towards us.

“Does that sound stupid to anyone else?” the goalie groaned.

I rolled my eyes at him before lining up another shot.

After a few more shots Charlie tapped my shoulder, he looked in wonder as a car drove out onto the ice. We all wandered over and a man in a finely pressed suit stepped out.

“Wait, that can’t be him-” I mumbled.

“We ain’t buying nothing man, I’m feeling generous today so I’ll let your sorry vanilla bootie outta here before we use your eyeballs as hockey pucks!” Jesse said.

“Thanks bro,” the man rolled his eyes before going to reach in to his jacket, “but I’m not going home ‘til I take care of business.”

The group slowly backed up. When the man pulled out a piece of paper and not a gun we all sighed in relief.

“District five pee-wee hockey team, I’m Gordon Bombay. Your new coach.”

The team laughed as I locked eyes with Charlie. He saw the absolute panic in my eyes.

“Got the roster right here. Averman, Dave. Bombay, (Y/n). Conway, Charlie. ”

His face scrunched up as he got to mine. Confusion or being uncomfortable. Either way I couldn’t tell. Luckily no one seemed to notice the fact that I had the same last name as the coach.

“Here’s the long and the short of it. I hate hockey and I don’t like kids. I’m sure this will be a real bonding experience. Maybe one day, one of you will even write a book about it in jail.”

Charlie nudged my shoulder, looking at me with a questioning look. I sighed, “He used to love hockey, but he really seems to hate kids. My mom said she heard that he got a DWI last week.”

Bombay ordered us to scrimmage. We all dove for the puck. Players tripped and fell over each other as we desperately tried to play. I finally got the puck and started to make a move towards the goal when Jesse (accidentally or not) hooked my ankle with his stick as he fell. Connie skated over quickly to help me up before taking off over to Bombay.

I rubbed my sore elbows as Charlie and I skated back over to the car that was still parked on the ice. Bombay brushed the team off by saying we need to scrimmage more and got back into the car.

“What a jerk,” Peter said.

Eventually the team came to the amazing conclusion we should hijack the car. On Peters mark, we all jumped on the car, shook it, and climbed inside.

“We want a ride! We want a ride!” Connie began to chant as we all joined in.

“Take em for a spin, anything!” Bombay said, we all cheered as they started driving.

The fun didn’t last for long. Charlie’s mom soon appeared on the ice and made us all get out.

She furiously shouted, “Are you out of your mind? What were you thinking putting that car on the ice? My son was in that car!”

“Lady lady relax,” Bombay said, “The ice is not gonna crack.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she said. Charlie and I slowly got out of the car and skated to the side to take off our skates.

Bombay sighed, “Gordon Bombay, the new hockey coach.”

Oh lord he was in for it now.

“Oh you’re the dead beat that married (Y/m/n). They send you down here to coach the team and you endanger their lives. You endangered your daughter's life!”

I hid my face with my hand as Bombay looked back at me. Oh god he knows now.

Charlie’s mom eventually pulled us away and drove us home. I knew I’d be hearing about this from my mom later.

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By order of the state of Minnesota Bombay was at the game the next day. I’d made it my mission to avoid my “dad”. Charlie did a good job of keeping him away, asking him questions or distracting him. I knew I’d have to talk to him eventually but until then I was content with pretending I wasn’t his daughter.

The game was a joke. We didn’t score any goals. Didn’t get a chance to defend ourselves as the Hawks beat us into the ground. 9-0. I left the game with bruises on my face and arms. My helmet was barely covering my face and my hockey pads were my dad’s old ones from the 80’s. One of the few things I stole from his house when we left. Charlie was extremely frustrated at the missed shot he had towards the end of the second period.

As the team sat arguing I was putting my gear up.

“I thought we came here to play hockey. Do you guys think losing is funny?” Bombay yelled.

“It’s not like you coach us or anything. At least we tried,” Jesse said.

Bombay’s face went red with rage, “That was the sloppiest playing I’ve ever seen. Why the hell won’t you just listen to me?!”

I stood up, shouldering my bag, “Why the hell should we?”

The team followed me out of the box.

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The next game was a disaster. Bombay encouraged us to lie, cheat, and foul our way through the game. Bombay was furious when Charlie wouldn’t do his little act when he was cornered. The bruises on my face still hadn’t healed properly.

The locker room was filled with groans as everyone agreed the game was pathetic.

“Charlie! When I tell you to do something, you do it! Got it?”

“You can’t make me cheat,” Charlie said walking out of the locker room.

Jessie and Terry’s dad stormed into the locker room, “LEt’s go boys. This is what I gave up my overtime pay for? To watch my kids take falls? You’re a pathetic excuse for a coach, and an even more pathetic father if you can let your daughter get beaten up like that.”

The team’s heads turned to me as he pointed in my direction. I let my head fall as I stormed out behind Jessie and Terry.

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I really thought I could keep avoiding him. I didn’t think he would come and try to find me.

The next day at practice was a shock for everyone. We all got new uniforms, gear, and sticks. Everyone was pumped up during practice and we even got two new players.

“What changed?” I asked Charlie.

He shrugged, “I don’t know. He came and apologized last night.”

My blood boiled. He can apologize to another kid but not his own daughter who he practically abandoned. I warmed up to him as practice went on but in the back of my mind there was still that thought lingering.

“(Y/n), you’re riding home with me,” Bombay told me as I packed up my stuff.

I looked at him confused, “But-”

“Your mom said it was okay.”

I silently followed him out to the car, the driver had rolled up the middle window so we could have some privacy.

“So…” he said, I stayed quiet still looking out the window, “Your mom told me you never quit hockey. Even after I…”

“Left?”

He sighed, “Yeah I guess it was like that wasn’t it?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Look (Y/n), if I had known how much it had affected you I never would’ve stepped out that door. Your mom and I… we just weren’t good together.”

I scoffed, “No, your drinking side just didn’t line up with the fact mom wanted a decent husband.”

He went to speak again but quickly closed his mouth.

“I’ll just imagine me forgiving you. Maybe one day I can actually do it with meaning,” I sighed and went to pick my bag up as the driver pulled up to the curb.

“(Y/n),” he said grabbing my arm, “I already talked to Charlie about this. I’m so sorry for the way I acted. I never should have asked you guys to cheat. And I definitely shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you guys. I’d do anything to try and get you to forgive me.”

“I’m just confused as to why your star player got an apology before your daughter did. I’ve been waiting for that for 8 years. If you truly wanted that from me you should’ve tried a long time ago.”

I slammed the car door as I got out.

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The next few days I spent at Charlie’s house when my mom wasn’t home, hoping Bombay wouldn’t come track me down again.

“(Y/n)?” Charlie said, “Someone left a package for you.”

I looked up from the comic books that were sprawled across Charlie’s bed in confusion as he sat the brown paper package down. My name was written across it in black sharpie.

Charlie shook his head, “Well, are you gonna open it?”

“I think I already know who it’s from.”

“(Y/n), he really wants to make it up to you. Just open it.”

I sighed and slowly ripped the paper, inside was a jersey. My favorite hockey team’s jersey.

“Woah,” I said.

Charlie scoffed, “Your dad sent you that? How’d he know your favorite team?”

“Cause it’s his favorite too. Charlie this is his vintage jersey.”

“Well,” he said, “Maybe you can start imagining that forgiveness part.”

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“The Ducks? We’re the ducks? What brain dead jerk came up with that name,” Peter scoffed.

“As a matter of fact,” Bombay said pulling a jersey out of the box, “I did. But I didn’t have a choice, we’re being sponsored. You’d rather be district 5? Some stupid number?”

“They don’t even have teeth,” Peter said.

“Neither do hockey players,” he said, we all giggled, “Have you ever seen a flock of ducks flying in perfect formation? It’s beautiful. Pretty awesome how they all stick together. The other animals are afraid, cause they know if they mess with one duck then they’ll get the whole flock.”

Bombay walked around the locker room giving his little speech. He smiled when he got to me, his eyes flicking down to see I was wearing the old jersey he had left for me.

He whipped off his coat to reveal his Ducks jersey underneath as we all laughed, “I’m proud to be a duck, and I’d be proud to fly with any one of you.”

Charlie and I smiled at each other.

“So how about it? Who’s a duck?”

Silence followed as everyone looked around the room to see who would go first.

“I’ll be a duck,” our new player Fulton Reed said.

I smiled and placed my hockey stick on the bench, “I’ll join the flock.”

“Yeah,” Charlie said following suit, “me too.”

Soon enough the whole team joined in. Grabbing jerseys and cheering.

“We are the ducks!” Bombay shouted, “The Mighty Ducks!”

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The next few games were amazing. Our winning streak started to pick up and soon enough we were getting ready to face off against Cardinals.

Charlie and I were named the dynamic duo. Our ability to make plays and take shots off of each other improved everyday. But that put a target on our back.

It was the third quarter, we had to make one shot to pull us out of a tie and win. The crowd was going crazy as Charlie and I sped up the ice. Our team following behind us for backup.

It was a stupid idea.

Charlie went to take a shot as I saw a goon defender moving in for the body check. So I threw myself in between Charlie and the goon. My head snapped back against the glass as I heard the buzzer go off signaling a goal.

The team cheered. Charlie frantically raced over to me.

“(Y/n)?”

I could barely hear him, the ringing in my ears was so loud, “Where’s my dad?”

Charlie looked confused before shouting over to Bombay.

“(Y/n)? Can you hear me?” he said.

“Dad?” I started to cry as the pain caught up to me.

“Get her helmet off Charlie,” he said, I felt Charlie gently take it off and the coolness of the ice against the back of my head, “(Y/n) the paramedics are gonna get you off the ice okay?”

I felt myself being picked up off the ice and lifted onto a stretcher, the crowd clapped as I was rolled off the ice.

The ride to the hospital was short, Charlie’s mom called my mom's work to tell her what happened and she rushed over as Casey rode to the hospital with me.

“Where’s my dad?”

“He had to finish up the game, he’s gonna meet us there afterwards.”

Everything happened really fast when we got there, I wasn’t allowed to sleep even though I was super tired.

“Look who’s here” Casey said. I turned to see Bombay and Charlie walking in.

“Woah,” I yelped as Charlie ran over to give me a hug.

“Are you crazy? You won’t be able to play at the next game!”

I laughed, “At least we get a next game. It was worth it.”

He rolled his eyes and ruffled my hair. Bombay sat down in the chair beside the hospital bed. Casey and Charlie walked outside.

“Do you remember what happened after you took that hit?”

I paused trying to think back to earlier, “Um… not really.”

“I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it in front of the team. You called me dad.”

I turned my head to look down at the sheets, “Oh…”

“I don’t have a problem with it,” he laughed, “But the team is definitely going to have questions for you tomorrow.”

I smiled.

“Alright, grab your stuff. The doctor said you can go, you just can’t practice or play in a game for a week.”

My eyes widened, “A week?!”

“Yes,” he said, “And I better not hear any complaints. I’ll make you run extra. Your moms waiting on us.”

“Where?”

“At the diner, she said something about milkshakes.”

I smiled, “We always get milkshakes after games.”

“Well, it’s on me tonight.”

I jumped up and gave him a hug before running out to grab Charlie. I think I can imagine that forgiveness thing now.

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wosoimagines · 4 years

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But You’re Both Babies - Jessie Fleming/Reader

I definitely turned this into a baby R imagine as well. And I’m writing with different team moms this time. For the sake of the story, we’re gonna pretend that they let 21 people on the CONCACAF roster.

prompt: Can you please write about overprotective Jessie? P.S. I looooveee your writing!!

warnings: Cursing

words: 1851

Y/N POV

I sighed as we stood in the tunnel waiting to go out on the field. I was getting to start in the final today. I smiled when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around my waist. I wrapped my own arms around Ali’s shoulders.

“You know I’m gonna be proud of you no matter what today, right?” Ali asked. I nodded against her shoulder.

We were playing against Canada today. It also meant that we were playing against my girlfriend. I love Jessie, but we hadn’t exactly told any of our national teammates yet. We both had initially met at the 2015 World Cup before we both ended up going to UCLA. I was still the youngest player on the team and I knew that most of Jessie’s teammates still saw her as the baby of the team even though she wasn’t anymore.

I was just hoping that today would not bring any injuries to any of us. It was so close to the Olympics and I didn’t want to see anyone get hurt today because I knew how rough USA vs Canada games got. I had been the unlucky person two years ago when I suffered a broken arm thanks to a late tackle that caused me to land awkwardly.

Ali let go of me and turned back around. I smiled at the familiar number on her back. I had gotten used to seeing her number in front of me if Ali got to start since I wore 12. It wasn’t much longer until we got to go out onto the field. It felt like an even shorter time before the game started.

By half time, I knew that this game could end with an injury. There had already been dangerous tackles from both sides. We had been prevailing with a 2-0 score already. It had sucked when Alyssa collided with Janine Beckie and had to leave the field, so Ash was sent in.

Half time ended quickly though and we got set back up on the field. I had this bad feeling that I couldn’t shake. It didn’t take me long to figure out why.

It was in the 47th minute of the game when I passed the ball to Julie once I noticed Keisha Buchanan running toward me. I expected her to stop, but she didn’t and slid, however. Right into my ankle. I cried out in pain as I hit the ground.

I held onto my ankle as I drew my knee to my chest. It felt even worse than when I had broken my hand. I couldn’t hold the tears back from my eyes. I was surprised though when I heard a familiar voice.

“Are you serious, Buchanan?” Jessie's voice snapped. I lifted my head enough to see Jessie in Buchanan’s face. It surprised me to see Jessie shove her own teammate. “That was an asshole move and you know it.”

“Jess,” I called out. The Canadian turned to look at me before leaving Buchanan alone. She knelt down by me.

“Are you okay?” Jessie asked me.

“It hurts,” I shook my head. I felt Jessie put her hand on my arm.

I was surprised when someone shoved Jessie away from me. I wasn’t actually too surprised to see that it was Ash. Ash even continued after Buchanan, but I wasn’t sure why she was going after Jessie. Ali knelt by me.

“You good?” Ali asked. I shook my head. “What hurts?” I couldn’t focus on that when Ash was going after Jessie like she was. “Don’t worry about that. Ash will take care of them.”

“But Jess-”

“Ash will take care of it, (Y/N),” Ali said. I looked at Jessie and she wasn’t even paying that much attention to Ash. I was surprised when Jessie quickly darted around Ash. “What are you doing?”

Jessie ignored Ali as she knelt down by me again. Ash was quick to try and push Jessie away again, but Jessie pushed back against her. Jessie stood up so she was staring Ash in the eyes.

“Back off,” Jessie hissed. I groaned causing all of them to look at me. “I’m not gonna hurt her.”

“Why? Cause you played together at school?” Ash asked. I couldn’t believe that they were doing this right now or that the medics were taking so long.

“No, cause we’re dating,” Jessie snapped. Both Ash and Ali froze before Jessie knelt down by me again. “Let’s get you on your back.”

Jessie helped me roll onto my back before the medics finally got to me. Jessie stayed with me as long as she could before Sinc dragged her away. The medics struggled to get my shoe off and I knew that my ankle was more than likely broken. I was taken to the back to get an x-ray before they confirmed that my ankle was broken.

It also didn’t take long for them to put a splint on my ankle. I was left alone for quite some time as the rest of the game played out. I knew that it would then be even longer afterward until someone came back to see me since this was a tournament.

I had a feeling that the first person I would see would be in a red jersey, but I hadn’t expected it to be more than one. Desiree Scott was the first Canada over to me before a lot of the veterans circled me. I froze as they all started talking at once. I easily caught the general drift of their conversations being about Jessie and that I could never hurt her.

“Hey,” Sinc yelled out. It wasn’t until she whistled that the others got quiet. Since turned to look at me. “If you hurt Jeff, we hurt you. And we can. Got it?”

I gulped but nodded my head. Although I looked up to Sinc and Tobin had assured me that she was actually really nice, she still scared me some. No doubt thanks to stories from Sonnett.

“Good,” Sinc said. She turned to her teammates. “Come on. None of you want Jeffery to find us here.”

The Canadians were quick to get out of the training room. I didn’t want too long before a different red shirt came in. This one had a jacket on.

“The redcoats are coming! The redcoats are coming,” I teased. Jessie gave me a shove when she got close enough to me.

“Wrong country,” Jessie pointed out. I knew that it had been, but I wanted to tease her anyways. “You know, your teammates can be scary.”

“You have no room to talk,” I scoffed. Jessie just looked confused. “All of the vets on your team are scary. Sinc is the worst. She is the scariest.”

“Christine Sinclair?” Jessie asked causing me to nod. “She’s like one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet.”

“No,” I shook my head in denial. There was no way. “Maybe she’ll be nice to me once we get married, but no. She is not nice to me right now. She is overprotective and she is going to kill me if I ever hurt you.”

“She won’t kill you,” Jessie rolled her eyes. I wasn’t too sure about that. “Ashlyn and Ali both threatened to kill me if I ever hurt you. Kelley said that Alex and herself would as well. Then Christen told me that she would kill me too. But Alyssa is the one who really scared me.”

“Sounds about right,” I nodded my head. I knew how my teammates were. “Alyssa and Christen would probably be the ones to kill you. Everyone else would just show up for the Jessie Fleming death party that Ash would host.”

“That makes me feel so much better,” Jessie groaned. I smiled at her. I had missed seeing her since we hadn’t gotten to see each other once I had flown out to Houston. “What are you thinking about?”

“How much I’ve missed you,” I softly said. Jessie smiled at me before leaning in to kiss me. I smiled into the kiss but it wasn’t long before she pulled back. “I’m not used to sleeping in a room with someone other than you.”

“I know how you feel,” Jessie said. I had gotten used to sharing a room with Jessie, so it had been weird to room with someone during the camps I had recently gone to and even at the tournament, it felt weird. “We’re screwed if we end up playing for different clubs. What did they say about your leg?”

“It’s my ankle,” I told her. I had been lucky that I had avoided any ankle injuries so far. “They think that I might need surgery on it. If I do, then the Olympics are very unlikely for me.”

“Hey, you can’t think about it that way,” Jessie softly shoved my shoulder. “You’re gonna be fine. If you’re not then I’m gonna kill Keisha myself. Besides, I’ll be there to help you get back. You’re one of the best up and coming forwards in the game. You’ve already won two World Cups and you’re only 21. You may only have a little time to come back, but you can do it because you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Thank you,” I smiled at her before I grabbed the front of her jacket and pulled Jessie closer to me so I could kiss her.

I smiled into our kiss because it felt right. However, we were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Jessie pulled back and we both looked to the door. I hid my face in Jessie’s neck when I saw my own teammates.

“I’ll call you later tonight,” Jessie whispered as she kissed the top of my head. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

I nodded against her neck before watching her leave past my teammates. At least until I found great interest in my splint. I could feel my teammates getting closer to me. Someone put a hand on my shoulder causing me to look at them.

“What’d they say about your ankle?” Ali asked. I appreciated the fact that she hadn’t asked me about Jessie right off.

“It’s definitely broke,” I sighed. I had been told to go see an orthopedic doctor as soon as I could. “They’re not sure if I need surgery or not just yet. I’ve got to go see a doctor.”

“So, Baby America is dating Baby Canada,” Ash teased. Ali slapped her wife.

“Jessie isn’t the youngest on the Canadian team anymore,” I pointed out.

“But you’re both babies,” Ash teased.

“Ash,” Ali hissed. I knew that Ali would be a lot more calm about it than Ash would. “Just know that if she ever hurts you, we’ll hurt her.”

“So, how did you two get together?” Ash asked. I sighed because I didn’t really want to tell Ash. “Wait, aren’t you two roommates at school?”

My eyes widened when I realized that I had told them that I was rooming with Jessie. I couldn’t help the blush that covered my cheeks as Ash teased me.

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thegoodomensdumpster · 4 years

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I WATCHED GOOD OMENS IN FRENCH SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO

and it wasn’t that bad. Here are my thoughts, barely edited as I wrote most of them while watching the show.

EP 1

OK i like god’s voice so far

possibilité d’embarras gastrique is a good formulation, I wonder if it’s the same in the book ( I think I kinda need to read it in french now...)

aghghdhgs « primo-délinquants »

of course subtitles don’t match the audio for a variety of technical reasons but when you get things that have very different underlying meanings i find it… not good This one about Crowley being evil / a demon : subtitles : « c’est ton travail » - « it’s your job » audio : « c’est dans ta nature » - « it’s in your nature » i mean dang

crowley sounds like a little shit asking az about his sword

« T’AS FAIT QUOUA » - he just loses his shit (kinda giving me some le coeur a ses raisons vibe)

ok crowley sounds very nerdy when he tries to explain that he took down the phone network, i think i actually like this voice acting

ligur sounds… very suave (im a little ill at ease)

crowley getting called mon chou by satan freddie mercury is a thumb up from me

i see the part where aziraphale speaks japanese wasn’t dubbed over and we can still hear michael sheen. it’s a bit disturbing considering french aziraphale has a higher pitched voice (and he sounds soooo much more anxious than sheen, give this angel a xanax )

“sandwich bœuf cresson” ( beef and cress sandwich ) deirdre really who makes this kind of sandwiches

im being reminded that the chattering nuns prepared little cut outs for their explanation about the antichrist switch… such dedication to useless crafts (it made me laugh on my first viewing and it’s still funny to imagine that some of them either ordered or built these things themselves just so they could make this two minutes long presentation for the most important act of their satanic nun careers)

retire-toi vil démon infernal, créature des abysses XD i swear az doesn’t sound even remotely convinced when he is saying the « get thee behind me foul fiend » line in french, it’s just too over the top for credibility, it sounds like it’s straight out of some super intense dnd session

they still can’t say bouillabaisse (which, like, weird because french, but still valid). nice touch is crowley couldn’t say soupe de poisson (fish stew) either and said poupe de soisson (sish ftew)

warlock mah boy how can you be a teenager and not like dinosaurs

c’est un dinosaure un nullosaure plutôt - apply burn heal

La façon dont warlock s’est exclamé « C’EST NUL » m’a fait penser au nain de naheulbeuk

the english version has nothing on french speaking aziraphale for the second hand embarrassement during the magic tour. it’s over 9000 i literally hid my head in my jumper when he was presenting harry the bunny. Horrible experience, 0/20, would not recommend

EP 2

oooh agnes has a lovely voice !

why is young newton having such a quality dub for the three sentences he has to say

dick turpin’s name is jesse james (tbf dick turpin is not known AT ALL in france, i discovered him reading good omens)

shadwell is pure chaos (as expected). No particular accent for him though, the chaotic energy was probably enough. Would have made me laugh if he had like, a chti or a marseilles accent.

aziraphale is so fucking stressed out by crowley’s driving i thought he was gonna explode

« tu es un gentil garçon » => « you’re a nice boy » said az to crowley DANG THAT’S SO INFANTILIZING AZIRAPHALE YOU’RE TALKING TO A DEMON FROM HELL NOT TO PINOCCHIO

ARGH FIRST MON ANGE OF THE SERIES i’m hit straight in the heart

anathema’s mom doesn’t have a spanish / latino accent at all when talking in spanish…. why...

dog being called toutou is definitely adorable (it’s basically « doggy » but way cuter imo)

tickety-boo has become ça gaze. that’s valid. it’s corny but i still use it unironically from time to time so ... i stan

EP 3

« je répands la fomentation » « i’m here spreading foment » « quoi tu fais des crêpes au froment ?????? » « what you’re making crêpes with wheat ??? » love the fact that we shoehorned in one more ref to crêpes

az called crowley mon cher camarade, unintentionnal communist propaganda ftw

« pas de repos pour les… bah, pour les bons » « no rest for the… good » – az was so deflated about the ineptitude he realized he was saying, he felt zero percent commited to his sentence

i was wondering how they would play aziraphale not being able to speak french in the bastille and they opted to have him stutter a bit and say to his executionner « excuse me i’m anxious » XD

« vous êtes le 999e aristo à mourir par mes soins. Mais vous êtes le premier en costume beige » « you’re the 999th aristocrat I’m going to kill, but the first one in beige attire » yeah i guess now that az isn’t english anymore his most noticeable feature is his cream aesthetic

« c’est au cas où ça tournerait en eau de boudin » « j’ADORE le boudin » => « in case it all goes pear shape » - the literal translation featuring food in french is « turning into black sausage water ». I don’t know what pear shaped inspires to english native speakers but the mere mention of boudin always make me giggle, it’s such a funny word and such a funny food

OH !!! no terrence rampa for the tv series, we’ve got anthony J. rampa. Rip terrence petit démon parti trop tôt :’(

« tu roules trop vite pour moi rampa » SERIOUSLY i know we can still infer « rouler » (here as in driving, but literally rolling) as a metaphor for their relationship but you could have said TU VAS TROP VITE that would have been so much better argh

has anathema got an emergency stock of potteries to break in case of emotionnal crisis ?

« Rampa, un démon très futé, il m’oblige à redoubler d’effort » « crowley, a very clever demon, he forces me to make double the amount of effort » oh so admitting you’re making an effort there aziraphale ? :))))))

dang i really want to know how shadwell said that major milk bottle died because not only did he die in combat but aziraphale’s reaction is a bit intense, it must have been quite a tale (this could be a crack fic prompt : «The Epic Tale of the Death Of Major Witchfinder Milk Bottle, by Sargent Witchfinder Shadwell» )

des sorcières et des phénomènes sorciéreux x)

CROWLEY CALLED AZIRAPHALE DUCON ?????? EXCUSE ME ????? #NotMyCrowley #CrowleyWouldNeverDoThat #CancelAnthonyJRampa2K20 => ducon would be an insult, the gathering of du and con, con being a very nasty but common swear word, and associating it with du- makes it extremely patronizing. it’s like « absolute pathetic digraceful moron +++ ». thanks i hate it *frowny face *

EP 4

l’apocalypse c’est pour aujourd’hui juste après le goûter : it could be translated as « apocalypse is scheduled for today right after tea time » except that « goûter » is not quite tea time but rather the little sugary snack kids take when they come back from school and that most adults drop out of (i haven’t and i’m sure az hasn’t either). thanks aziraphale for having exclusively food related notion of the time because tbh same

ligur has no right to be this sexy between ariyon bakare and his french voice actor that’s just not allowed

radio crowley’s voice vs french ligur’s voice, who has the sexiest voice : FIGHT

(jk french agnes nutter’s voice is by far the sexiest)

gender neutral doesn’t ‘quite’ exist in french but pollution has been assigned a female voice actress and masculine pronouns (i’m saying it doesn’t quite exist because officially we have no gender neutral, but it’s a serious wip among lgbt+ circles to the point where it’s started being used in a few medias)

hastur « en attendant qu’un plombier vienne » / « while waiting for a plumber to come » does hell have a special plumber unit or do demons have to call on human plumbers for their pipes damages ? Dang hastur having to call a human plumber for hell’s plumbery is another damn good writing prompt for a crack fic

Michael is called Michel in the subtitles but Michael in the audio *shrug emoji*

EP 5

to get a wiggle on has become « il faut qu’on se remue les fesses », literally « we need to shake our butts » like, yes, se remuer les fesses is a common expression to say « we need to act in order to get things done » but it really casts the image of people shaking their booty to some music and obviously crowley thinks the same Weirdly enough I have almost nothing to say for that episode. Sorry. But we’ve discovered most voice actors and actresses so far and no bit of dialogue really struck me as worth discussing or pointing fingers to mock it.

EP 6

« on va BROUTER quelques derrières » - « we’re gonna lick some butts » OK THIS IS UNQUESTIONNABLY FAR SUPERIOR IN FRENCH THAN IN ENGLISH you thought LICKING butts was good ??? you really thought that ???? AZIRAPHALE HERE SUGGESTS TO GRAZE BUTTS. TO NIBBLE THEM. TO EAT THEM. TO. MUNCH. ON. THOSE. BUTTS!!!! not just licking, guys. This is as serious step beyond licking. (oh yeah he should have said « botter » instead of brouter btw, which is really just kicking, fyi)

« moi je crois en la paix, pétasse ! » wow, language, pepper (fyi i think « pétasse » is far far worse than « bitch » even if it means roughly the same, pétasse is almost never used while bitch is rather common, so it’s a swear word +++)

Dagon sounds like she’s got a nasty cold. #GetDagonIbuprofen2K20

I can confirm that Crowley offers Aziraphale to not just stay at his place, but to move in with him. « tu peux t’installer chez moi si tu veux ». omg they were roommates.

Bad translation strikes again : i don’t know why, but the french dub doesn’t have the « tickety-boo » / « ça gaze » being referenced as Rampa / Aziraphale is being knocked down, which is… a real mistep. It was narratively significant and I’m quite mad the translators missed it.

The Jesse James explanation from Newt has become very nonsensical, instead of the neat and to the point pun « wherever I go I hold up trafic » we’re getting a circonvoluted « because it’s a crime to mechanic’s diligence ». I’m not judging that one too hard, I have no idea how to make it better, and that’s probably how it was translated in the book as well thirty years ago, but it definitely doesn’t have the same impact. On the other hand, it definitely IS a very bad joke that doesn’t even deserve a chuckle, so Anathema’s embarassement really matches the audience’s (aka mine).

OVERALL :

I wasn’t convinced by Crowley… I mean, Rampa’s voice at first, but as the nerdiness showed up it really grew on me. I still think that french dubs have often problems with some voice inflexions every here and there, and for instance in Rampa’s case it was when he was annoyed or frustrated ( at the Globe when complaining about horses and Shakespeare’s plays that aren’t comedies, and also when discussing Azirphale’s magic tricks, it’s like… there is a step between having the right amount of grumpy complaining and overdoing it that is overlooked. It’s overacted, it should have been a bit quieter imo. I don’t mean to criticize voice actors too hard either but as an audience watching french dubs this is a very recurring problem and it always feels off to me. It’s actually one of the main reasons I avoid french dubs whenever possible.)

I have a hard time judging Aziraphale’s voice dub because it clashes so much with both the idea I had formed with it when I read the book and Sheen’s delivery that I just… kinda filtered it. It was too high pitched for me, and too anxious (though for this last point I must admit it could be funny at times, but I’m not fond of this character portrayal). The rest of the cast was rather good, nothing to complain about. There wasn’t anything stellar either, but everything that needed to be conveyed was and it was professionnal. It was also very homogeneous, no voice really struck me as being way too bad or way too good compared to the others, so it was really consistant.

So I don’t have much to complain about overall despite a few wonky translations here and there, BUT there is one thing I felt very robbed of : Crowley calling Aziraphale « mon ange » happens only once, when giving a lift to Anathema, and I’m almost certain they translated it that way because otherwise the joke about Anathama mistaking them for a couple wouldn’t work. So, they were forced to make it that way. The rest of the time Crowley calls Aziraphale « l’angelot », and despite being literally translated by « little angel », it feels sarcastic more than anything else ( the « L’ » in front of « angelot » is part of the reason why, it creates some distance, the other reason being that this word in itself has a very corny vibe and people being affectionnate to each other wouldn’t use it as a term of endearment). So, that’s a shame.

I like the English dub much much MUCH better than the French, but the french wasn’t nearly as bad as I was expecting it to be. The voice actors and actresses were quite good, the dialogues mostly faithful and endearing despite a few really missed steps. It really had its moments. Props to brouter des derrières, that one was fantastic.

#good omens #french #french omens #tv omens #my stuff #meta #review #long post #text post #i hope you found this entertaining :)

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Hello!! Jesse and Remus prompt anon back yet again ^^; You really are so so sweet!! I just remembered I forgot to add that for the Jesse one could you please include that the reader is a little afraid of vampires? (And/or the undead in general?) Looking forward to whatever you have out next- and speaking of, what do you have in the works? :0 Sorry this is late and thank you so much! <3

HEYY!! TYSM U R TOO!!!! <33 AHH AND YES OFC THATS AN AMAZING DETAIL!! AND HERES WHAT I HAVE IN MY WIPS:

2 benny x reader

3 ethan x reader

2 fred weasley x reader

1 rory x reader

2 remus lupin x reader

1 jesse x reader

1 erica x reader

#stella answers #anon<3

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THE BANK OUTING BASEBALL GAME

September 16, 1949

“The Bank Outing Baseball Game” (aka “Baseball”) is episode #54 of the radio series MY FAVORITE HUSBAND broadcast on September 16, 1949.

This was the third episode of the second season of MY FAVORITE HUSBAND. There were 43 new episodes, with the season ending on June 25, 1950.

The date this episode first aired, a Gallup Poll listed Bob Hope as America's most popular comedian. Milton Berle finished second while Jack Benny, Red Skelton and Fibber McGee and Molly rounded out the top five. Coincidentally, a few years before this episode aired, Hope had become partial owner of the Cleveland Indians baseball team.

Synopsis ~ Liz is determined not to be left out of the baseball game at the Annual Bank Outing, so she persuades her neighbor Mr. Wood to teach her how to play the game.

“My Favorite Husband” was based on the novels Mr. and Mrs. Cugat, the Record of a Happy Marriage (1940) and Outside Eden (1945) by Isabel Scott Rorick, which had previously been adapted into the film Are Husbands Necessary? (1942). “My Favorite Husband” was first broadcast as a one-time special on July 5, 1948. Lucille Ball and Lee Bowman played the characters of Liz and George Cugat, and a positive response to this broadcast convinced CBS to launch “My Favorite Husband” as a series. Bowman was not available Richard Denning was cast as George. On January 7, 1949, confusion with bandleader Xavier Cugat prompted a name change to Cooper. On this same episode Jell-O became its sponsor. A total of 124 episodes of the program aired from July 23, 1948 through March 31, 1951. After about ten episodes had been written, writers Fox and Davenport departed and three new writers took over – Bob Carroll, Jr., Madelyn Pugh, and head writer/producer Jess Oppenheimer. In March 1949 Gale Gordon took over the existing role of George's boss, Rudolph Atterbury, and Bea Benaderet was added as his wife, Iris. CBS brought “My Favorite Husband” to television in 1953, starring Joan Caulfield and Barry Nelson as Liz and George Coope. The television version ran two-and-a-half seasons, from September 1953 through December 1955, running concurrently with “I Love Lucy.” It was produced live at CBS Television City for most of its run, until switching to film for a truncated third season filmed (ironically) at Desilu and recasting Liz Cooper with Vanessa Brown.

MAIN CAST

Lucille Ball (Liz Cooper) was born on August 6, 1911 in Jamestown, New York. She began her screen career in 1933 and was known in Hollywood as ‘Queen of the B’s’ due to her many appearances in ‘B’ movies. With Richard Denning, she starred in a radio program titled “My Favorite Husband” which eventually led to the creation of “I Love Lucy,” a television situation comedy in which she co-starred with her real-life husband, Latin bandleader Desi Arnaz. The program was phenomenally successful, allowing the couple to purchase what was once RKO Studios, re-naming it Desilu. When the show ended in 1960 (in an hour-long format known as “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour”) so did Lucy and Desi’s marriage. In 1962, hoping to keep Desilu financially solvent, Lucy returned to the sitcom format with “The Lucy Show,” which lasted six seasons. She followed that with a similar sitcom “Here’s Lucy” co-starring with her real-life children, Lucie and Desi Jr., as well as Gale Gordon, who had joined the cast of “The Lucy Show” during season two. Before her death in 1989, Lucy made one more attempt at a sitcom with “Life With Lucy,” also with Gordon.

Richard Denning (George Cooper) was born Louis Albert Heindrich Denninger Jr., in Poughkeepsie, New York. When he was 18 months old, his family moved to Los Angeles. Plans called for him to take over his father's garment manufacturing business, but he developed an interest in acting. Denning enlisted in the US Navy during World War II. He is best known for his roles in various science fiction and horror films of the 1950s. Although he teamed with Lucille Ball on radio in “My Favorite Husband,” the two never acted together on screen. While “I Love Lucy” was on the air, he was seen on another CBS TV series, “Mr. & Mrs. North.” From 1968 to 1980 he played the Governor on “Hawaii 5-0″, his final role. He died in 1998 at age 84.

Bea Benadaret (Iris Atterbury) was considered the front-runner to be cast as Ethel Mertz but when “I Love Lucy” was ready to start production she was already playing a similar role on TV’s “The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show” so Vivian Vance was cast instead. On “I Love Lucy” she was cast as Lucy Ricarodo’s spinster neighbor, Miss Lewis, in “Lucy Plays Cupid” (ILL S1;E15) in early 1952. Later, she was a success in her own show, "Petticoat Junction” as Shady Rest Hotel proprietress Kate Bradley. She starred in the series until her death in 1968.

Gale Gordon (Rudolph aka Rudy Atterbury) had worked with Lucille Ball on “The Wonder Show” on radio in 1938. One of the front-runners to play Fred Mertz on “I Love Lucy,” he eventually played Alvin Littlefield, owner of the Tropicana, during two episodes in 1952. After playing a Judge in an episode of “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour” in 1958, he would re-team with Lucy for all of her subsequent series’: as Theodore J. Mooney in ”The Lucy Show”; as Harrison Otis Carter in “Here’s Lucy”; and as Curtis McGibbon on "Life with Lucy.” Gordon died in 1995 at the age of 89.

Ruth Perrott (Katie, the Maid) was also later seen on “I Love Lucy.” She first played Mrs. Pomerantz, a member of the surprise investigating committee for the Society Matrons League in “Pioneer Women” (ILL S1;E25), as one of the member of the Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts League in “Lucy and Ethel Buy the Same Dress” (ILL S3;E3), and also played a nurse when “Lucy Goes to the Hospital” (ILL S2;E16). She died in 1996 at the age of 96.

Bob LeMond (Announcer) also served as the announcer for the pilot episode of “I Love Lucy”. When the long-lost pilot was finally discovered in 1990, a few moments of the opening narration were damaged and lost, so LeMond – fifty years later – recreated the narration for the CBS special and subsequent DVD release.

GUEST CAST

Hans Conried (Mr. Benjamin Wood) first co-starred with Lucille Ball in The Big Street (1942). He then appeared on “I Love Lucy” as used furniture man Dan Jenkins in “Redecorating” (ILL S2;E8) and later that same season as Percy Livermore in “Lucy Hires an English Tutor” (ILL S2;E13) – both in 1952. The following year he began an association with Disney by voicing Captain Hook in Peter Pan. On “The Lucy Show” he played Professor Gitterman in “Lucy’s Barbershop Quartet” (TLS S1;E19) and in “Lucy Plays Cleopatra” (TLS S2;E1). He was probably best known as Uncle Tonoose on “Make Room for Daddy” starring Danny Thomas, which was filmed on the Desilu lot. He joined Thomas on a season 6 episode of “Here’s Lucy” in 1973. He died in 1982 at age 64.

Although his first name is not mentioned here, it will be in future episodes.

THE EPISODE

ANNOUNCER: “Come with us to the quiet little town of Sheridan Falls and let’s look into the brown house at 321 Bundy Drive where the Coopers live. They’re entertaining George’s boss, Mr. Atterbury, and his wife. And the subject under discussion is the forthcoming annual bank outing.”

The episode opens with Liz and Iris discussing what to wear to the bank outing. George disapproves of Liz’s new play suit.

LIZ: “George thinks it’s too daring. He says there’s too much play and not enough suit.”

It is typical for George to disapprove of Liz’s revealing wardrobe choices, although the conversation generally revolves around swimwear. Iris wonders if she should wear her new blue slacks.

RUDY: “Why do they call them slacks? I’ve never seen any in them.”

George and Rudolph imitate the girls by feminizing their own wardrobe predicament, another comedic tact the boys have done before. George and Rudolph reveal that they have been named team captains. Iris says she’ll get a bottle of Absorbine Junior.

Absorbine Jr. is a fast absorbing, deep penetrating topical pain reliever. It provides relief from sore muscles and cramps as well as athlete’s foot. The Absorbine company was established in 1892 as a lineament for horses. A version for humans (Absorbine Jr.) was introduced in 1903 and is still sold today.

Rudolph and George tell their wives that they won’t be playing at all, because the teams are comprised of husbands and wives, and they have no confidence in them on the baseball diamond. The girls beg to be allowed to play, despite knowing nothing about the game.

RUDOLPH: “Forget it, DiMaggio.”

Joe DiMaggio (1914-99) was a professional baseball player who played his entire career for the New York Yankees. He was nicknamed “Joltin’ Joe” and “The Yankee Clipper” for his batting skill. The summer of 1949 was when DiMaggio shined the brightest. He batted .381 against the Red Sox that year, with six homers through 13 games.The Yanks would eventually win the World Series in 1949, the first of a record five straight.

Joe DiMaggio was mentioned on “I Love Lucy” in “Lucy is Enceinte” (ILL S2;E10), Fred gives Lucy a signed baseball for his future ‘godson’. When he asks Lucy to read out the signature, she at first says “Spalding,” the ball’s brand name, but then finds it is signed by Joe DiMaggio. In “Ragtime Band” (ILL S6;E21), Little Ricky asks Fred, “Who’s Joe 'Maggio?”

George rhapsodizes about his college baseball career, telling a story they’ve all heard before.

GEORGE: “There’s a certain group of spectators who will never forget the afternoon of August 25, 1933.”

This date was actually Lucille Ball’s 22nd birthday. 1933 was Ball’s first year in Hollywood, and the year her first four films were released.

After George does a dramatic play-by-play of his big college game victory, Liz says:

LIZ: “Thank you, Ted Husing.”

Edward ‘Ted’ Husing (1901-62) was among the first to lay the groundwork of sports reporting on television and radio. In 1946, Husing left CBS sports to pursue a career as a disk jockey and was succeeded by Red Barber. “The Ted Husing Bandstand” ran from 1946 to 1954.

The scene ends with the wives begging to play, and the boys uniformly shouting “no”! That night in bed, Liz wakens in tears about being left out of the baseball game, feeling she is being left out.

Next day, Liz tells Katie the Maid she’s decided to learn how to play baseball. Iris drops by with books about how to play baseball. Katie reads out the rules. The doorbell rings. It is the Cooper’s neighbor, Mr. Wood (Hans Conried), who is lonesome, despite having eleven children. He volunteers to teach the girls baseball. After all, he saw a World Series game once. He mentions Babe Ruth.

George Herman "Babe" Ruth Jr. (1895-1948) was a professional baseball player whose career spanned 22 seasons, from 1914 through 1935. Nicknamed "The Bambino" and "The Sultan of Swat", he began his career as a pitcher for the Boston Red Sox, but achieved his greatest fame playing with the New York Yankees.

Ruth was mentioned on a 1963 episode of “The Lucy Show” when Lucy and Viv’s sons join Little League. [Desi Arnaz Jr. played billy Simmons in the show, and Ball posed for this publicity still with her son.]

It is here that the episode starts to vaguely resemble “The Golf Game” (ILL S3;E30) in 1954. In it, Lucy and Ethel decide they want to play golf with their husbands, despite the boys saying they known nothing about the game. In fact, they don’t, so they fall for whatever ridiculous rules the boys make-up. Coincidentally, this sport-themed episode was filmed on Hans Conried’s 37th birthday. The Little League-themed “Lucy Show” mentioned above was first aired on Conried’s 45th birthday!

Using the living room as their baseball diamond and sofa cushions as bases, Mr. Wood attempts to teach the girls the finer points of baseball.

In “Lucy and the Winter Sports” (TLS S3;E3) in 1964, Mr. Mooney attempts to teach Mrs. Carmichael how to ski without ever leaving the living room. Needless to say, the results are equally disastrous.

This is not the last time Mr. Wood (played by Hans Conried) will teach Liz an outdoor sport in her own living room. In June 1950 Conried returns to the series to play Mr. Wood, who teaches Liz to swim - without ever getting wet!

Mr. Wood’s frantic lesson turns into a loosely familiar version of the famous “Who’s On First” comedy routine perfected by Bud Abbott and Lou Costello.

LIZ: “Who’s on third?” MR. WOOD: “Abbott and Costello!”

Although the routine had been around in different forms since vaudeville, Abbott and Costello first put their baseball spin on the routine in 1938. In 1999, Time Magazine named the routine Best Comedy Sketch of the 20th Century. In 1945, Lucille Ball played herself in their movie Abbott and Costello in Hollywood.

Mr. Wood gives up on his coaching, but Liz reveals that she’s already signed them up for the game!

A bank outing will also be the subject of “Lucy and Clint Walker” (TLS S2;E24) in 1966. Lucy and Clint win the balloon race, but baseball is not on the agenda. The day of the Bank Outing, Liz and Iris are enjoying hot dogs. Iris orders a second hot dog with pickle, mustard, chili sauce, ketchup, lettuce, butter, salt, pepper, and a dash of horseradish!

RUDY: “Iris, at least give the hot dog a fighting chance.”

Iris’s voracious appetite is a character trait that was later ascribed to Ethel Mertz. Baseball and hot dogs are classic Americana. The two were combined when Lucy Ricardo pretends to be a hot dog vendor to get a message to Bob Hope at Yankee Stadium in the “I Love Lucy” season six opener.

George has worn his old college baseball uniform. Mr. Wood is acting as umpire. George’s strategy is to keep Liz on the bench till the team gets in a tight spot.

RUDY: “Iris is up first. Has anyone seen the old bat? Oh, there it is on the ground.”

Miraculously, Iris hits a ball out of the park! Shocked, she doesn’t run the bases.

Later, the score is ten to nothing with the Cooper side down but when the score quickly ties and Liz is still on the bench. At batting practice, George accidentally hits himself in the head with a bat! George passes out and Liz is up at bat! Liz starts out facing the catcher! With two strikes, Liz hits the ball!

Later, George revives and Liz tells him that they won by one run - made by her! Rudy reveals that they won by default when Liz got hit by the ball, forcing the runner at third to walk home and win the game!

MORE BALL AT BAT!

In addition to the episodes cited above, Lucille Ball also suited up in 1963′s “Lucy and Viv Play Softball” (TLS S2;E3).

Lucy Carmichael’s son got to meet Jimmy Pearsall of the Los Angeles Angels in the very first episode of “The Lucy Show” to take place in California.

In real life, Lucille Ball batted for Wildcat on the Broadway Show League in 1961. Julie Andrews of Camelot was catcher, and Joe E. Brown was umpire!

The year before this episode of “My Favorite Husband” aired (1948), the great Babe Ruth signed a game-used baseball that was then also signed by Lucille Ball and Rod Carew.

Batting practice for Kathleen (Lucille Ball) in The Dark Corner (1946).

Putting her Best Foot Forward for a pitch in 1943.

Like mother, like daughter! In 2011, the New York Yankees invited Lucie Arnaz to throw out the first pitch to mark Latin Heritage Month.

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Fic writer asks

@theemmaarthur thanks for tagging me :) I did it, hey!

Author Name:

Hi, I’m evening_spirit on AO3

Fandoms You Write For:

I only ever write for one fandom at a time and at the moment it’s Roswell New Mexico.

In the past I wrote a couple of stories for Arrow, Killjoys, Black Sails and Criminal Minds, some Star Treks.

Used to write a lot for Supernatural in the times when the choice was between Wincest and RPF. Then deleted most of those stories, only left Gen fics.

Surprisingly enough I have 8 stories listed for The Gifted. Wow.

Fandoms that inspired me to write the most stories are, Season One of Agents of Shield, Hawaii Five-0 (don’t know how that happened, probably mostly one-shots) and Battlestar Galactica 2003. Loved that show.

Where Do You Post

Almost exclusively on AO3

Most Popular Multi Chapter Story

It’s difficult to compare a 16 chapter story to a 7 chapter story. The first one has more kudos and comments, the latter has a better kudos and comments per chapter ratio. Then again, the latter was in the Black Sails fandom that was, as RNM, very generous. :)

For this meme I’ll chose the former, it’s Early Enough, an Agents of Shield AU story that splits mid-season-one. The title is based on Coulson’s words "You can save everyone, even from themselves, if you get to them early enough" In this story Coulson stays true to this sentiment and saves Grant Ward (a victim of lifelong abuse, in case anyone had any doubts)

I’m kind of proud of this one.

Favorite Story You Wrote

This is a difficult question and I’m not sure I can answer it. I like so many of my stories. Each has something special in it, some part of me, be it miserable or happy, creative or self-reflective.

Okay, this one. words like silent raindrops fell . Didn’t mention writing for The 100, because this was my worst tv show experience. But this story feels very important to me. Perhaps not my fav, but important.

Story You Were Nervous to Post

All of them? Like, literally, every single one. I think lately I learned how to not get so nervous about posting, so it’s getting better, but I have this mindset, where I’m terrified of other people’s criticism, but at the same time it’s my only source of validation. Well, used to be. I think I’m slowly learning to self-validate. :) Anyway. It wasn’t supposed to be a self psychoanalysis post, so I’ll shut up about it.

How Do You Pick Your Titles

I have two methods – catchy quotes or song lyrics.

Do You Outline

Sometimes. Used to outline more, now I often go with the flow for as long as it takes me. Then I have to outline anyway. :)

How Many of Your Stories Are Complete

Of the stories posted to AO3, 63 out 68 stories are completed. Two are Works in Progress (RNM fics) and three are on permanent hiatus. As in will not be completed, because my muse moved on.

In-Progress

Heart Out in the Cold (Reignite) – is my take on what might happen post Season One finale of Roswell NM (it’s AU, for obvious reasons ;)

You’re the Storm that I Believe in – is a Roswell NM AU that takes place after the shed incident involving Alex, Michael and Alex’s father Jesse.

Coming Soon

Continuation of those WIPs, hopefully. :)

Do You Accept Prompts

Unfortunately, no. Nowadays I’m bad enough writing what I set out to write. Sorry...

Upcoming Story You’re the Most Excited For

Both of those WIPs actually. If I can call that emotion "excitement"...

Tag Five Fanfic Authors to Answer These Questions

Hm. Don’t know who of you has already done it. If you did, it would be sweet if you pointed me in direction of your post. You’re in no way obliged to do so, though, or to take this meme, of course. :) @hithelleth, because no matter if you currently write or not, once a writer – always a writer, right? ;) @soberqueerinthewild, @ultraballantine, @drnathanielheywood, @sophiainspace

Thank you for reading this super long post. :)

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fireflyquill · 5 years

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Fictober 2019 Prompt 4

Prompt number: 4 (”I know you didn’t ask for this.”) Fandom (AU if applicable): Overwatch (McHanzo) Rating: G Warnings/Tags:

Jesse found out purely by accident.

They had been settling in for the evening after Genji’s birthday celebrations when Hanzo mentioned in passing that they had rarely celebrated events such as these in their youth.

Jesse’s hand paused and Hanzo opened his eyes to blink owlishly at him.

“Oh. Sorry, babe.” Realizing the problem, Jesse began to pet at Hanzo’s hair again and Hanzo hummed in content.

“But…why not?”

Hanzo’s mouth turned downward but he did not open his eyes. “It was not a priority after we had come of age.”

“…but…did you ever want to?”

One eye peeked open to shoot Jesse a warning glance.

“That was suspiciously in the present tense.”

“No reason why we can’t celebrate now,” Jesse explained, his hand travelling down to massage the knot that he knew was always at the base of Hanzo’s neck.

“Not a priority,” Hanzo mumbled, burrowing more deeply into Jesse’s chest.

“…I don’t even know the date.”

Jesse now had Hanzo’s full attention. Hanzo drew a breath to express his frustration that the topic had not yet been dropped and noticed that Jesse was staring into the space between them glumly.

He sighed and snuggled closely to tuck himself under Jesse’s chin.

“That is not your failing. That is by design.”

“I know,” Jesse nodded.

Hanzo knew better, and relented.

“October 21. Something small.”

Hanzo squawked indignantly as Jesse rolled over onto him to unleash a flurry of kisses.

---

Jesse started with the cake, knowing it was the most important part. Hanzo purchased a Christmas cake from the same place every year, and Jesse was certain that this bakery must have been his favourite. He made his first mistake by asking Genji for this bakery’s location.

“Why?”

“For your brother’s birthday.”

Genji choked on his cereal.

“He let you plan something for his 40th birthday?!”

“His what?!”

Genji grasped at Jesse’s forearm tight with both hands. “McCree. You have to let me help. We have to make this special.”

Jesse should have said no. He nearly did. It wasn’t the first mistake that he’d made and it wouldn’t be his last.

---

Three days later, he found Hana and Lucio giggling over a tablet.

“What’s goin’ on o’er here?” He asked casually.

“We’re picking out the karaoke song list,” Hana announced.

“Is that what we’re doin’ this Friday night?”

“Nope. For Hanzo’s birthday!”

Jesse paled.

“Genji told Lucio, and Lucio told me.”

“Lu—”

“I know, I know, keep it small,” Lucio nodded solemnly.

Jesse looked skeptical.

“Genji made us promise!” Hana raised her right hand to swear.

The day after, he found Angela and Lena conspiring over decorations.

“I’m not sure he’s the type,” Jesse protested helplessly.

“Just a few,” Angela promised.

“Classy ones,” Lena confirmed.

The gold foil dragon streamers they were looking at said otherwise.

So when Jesse brought Hanzo into the fully decked out mess hall to find the mountain of food that Ana and Reinhardt had prepared together, the music blasting, and every single active member of Overwatch present and wearing matching party hats, he was pretty sure that someone was going to die from an arrow wound, and he wasn’t confident that it wouldn’t be him.

At least Genji had actually delivered on the fucking cake—two, actually: one to hold the giant “4” and the other to support the “0”.

Jesse looked anxiously to Hanzo’s reaction. To his surprise, Hanzo’s lips tugged downward only for a brief, fleeting moment before breaking into a weak smile. Jesse put on his best poker face and braced himself for the second shoe to drop.

“Now Sweetpea, I know you didn’t ask for this,” Jesse leaned in to whisper. He didn’t get the chance to finish.

“SURPRISE!!!”

The greeting was fairly belated. Jesse wondered whether the rest of the team had been waiting just long enough to see determine if Hanzo had bought his bow with him.

Hanzo full on smiled. “You should not have gone to the trouble.”

Genji jumped onto his brother’s back and clung to his neck, dragging him away from Jesse and towards the crowd.

Hanzo navigated the party with the social grace of a yakuza lord and Jesse had completely forgotten that his partner had such skills. He thanked each member personally for their role in the party, and complimented them on their role. He was dragged to the food table, to observe the decorations; he begrudgingly agreed to sing a song or two at the karaoke station, to Lucio and Hana’s delight.

They collapsed on their bed once they were finally able to reconvene several hours later in their bedroom, exhausted, staring upwards in silence.

“…honeybee?” Jesse asked hesitantly.

“Are you about to apologize for planning a birthday party for me?”

Jesse didn’t have to turn to picture the amused smile that Hanzo was surely giving the ceiling.

“…should I?” Jesse was smiling as well, but wasn’t convinced.

Jesse could feel the bed shift as Hanzo turned. Hanzo wrapped an arm around Jesse’s waist and drew him in, tucking Jesse under his own chin.

“It was not what I had expected,” Hanzo admitted.

“I tried to tell ‘em—”

“—but I did not find it as irritating as I had expected either.”

Jesse tilted his head up to get a better look at Hanzo, just to check if he was being serious.

Hanzo turned downwards and kissed him on the nose. “I imagine you told my brother?”

“Yeah.”

“Who told Lucio?”

“…yeah.”

“Who told Hana, and so on?”

“Basically.”

“So the party then was the combination of their individual efforts?”

“…yeah, more or less.”

“Then technically, they were each following your orders for a small party,” Hanzo concluded. “But their collectively, they—”

“Made it spiral outta control?” Jesse suggested.

“Precisely.”

There was a pause, and Jesse sensed that Hanzo wasn’t quite done.

“They decided individually, that for one day, I was worth celebrating.”

Hanzo’s voice had taken that softer tone, the one that Jesse had finally recognized as being awe. He pressed more insistently into Hanzo’s embrace.

“You’re always worth celebrating.”

Hanzo snorted again. “Yes. Obviously.”

Jesse chuckled. “So you’re not angry then, I take it?”

“No, not angry,” Hanzo confirmed. “Besides.”

“Besides?” Jesse craned his neck up to observe Hanzo again. Hanzo was grinning down at him and it didn’t bode well. Hanzo leaned down to kiss Jesse sweetly on the lips. “Your birthday is coming up soon. I am certain I will find the opportunity to repay the favour.”

Jesse groaned into Hanzo’s chest in mock frustration.

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wecanbe-heroes · 6 years

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Jay’s 500 Followers Writing Challenge!

Hello, everyone! I finally reached 500 followers on my birthday earlier this month! So, to celebrate I am hosting my first ever writing challenge! I am so happy to finally reach this goal after so long on this site. I have never been big on gaining followers or anything, but this is awesome! Thank you to everyone who follows me <3. Now, on to the good stuff lol.

Here are the rules and the prompts are under the cut:

- You do not have to be following me to enter.

- 3 people per prompt

- Up to 3 prompts per person

- Include trigger warnings!

- I will allow smut even though I am not a fan, but only for characters 18+ please.

- If your work is longer than 500 words, please use the ‘read more’ option.

- Can be any character from Marvel, Detroit Become Human, or Tom Holland. I am not allowing other real life people at this time, but I will allow other fandoms, just include what it is in your message.

- Send me an ask, message, or comment on this post with which prompt and person.

- Please tag me in your work! If I do not reply/reblog it within a day, just send me a message and I will look at it.

- I will be reblogging all the writings for this and making a masterlist for everyone to see.

- There is no time limit and no word limit :)

- Tag your work #jaybirds500wc

- please don’t let this flop oof

Prompts are taken from/influenced by These Three Posts, asterisk after the prompt means I am also writing something based on it:

1: “Are you going to finish that or no?” 0/3

2: “What are you listening to?” * 1/3 @feminist-violinist

3: “Fight me, you attractive stranger.” 0/3

4: “Will you win me a teddy bear?” 0/3

5: “Fuck off, I mean it.” 0/3

6: “I can’t be around you.” 0/3

7: “Here’s a nice hot cup of coffee.” “It’s cold.” “A nice cup of coffee.” “But it’s tea.” “A nice cup.” 0/3

8: “Is that my shirt?” 0/3

9: “I never meant to hurt you.” 0/3

10: “I’m going to keep you safe.” * 1/3 @connorshero with Markus

11: “Don’t make me regret saving you.” * 0/3

12: “So, are we just going to ignore this sexual tension?” 0/3

13: “You have no idea what you do to me.” * 2/3 @deviantramblings with Connor, @connorshero with Markus

14: “I don’t need you.” 1/3 @deviantramblings with Connor

15: “Kick his ass for me.” 0/3

16: “Please don’t die now.” 0/3

17: “Walk out that door and we’re done.” 0/3

18: “Why do I love you?” 0/3

19: “Tell me you need me.” 1/3 @writinginstability with Connor

20: “Everything we’re doing is illegal.” 0/3

Aus/Other:

- Soulmates 1/3 @nerdylittoyvoid with Markus

- Assassin and Target 0/3

- Friends to Lovers 0/3

- Mermaid/Merman 0/3

- Reincarnation 0/3

- Vampire (or other mythological creature) and Hunter 0/3

- “I need a date to this thing (family dinner/reunion/etc) and you’re really cute.” 0/3

- “Uh oh the power is out in our apartment complex and I don’t have any candles but you do.” 0/3

Songs:

- Lightning by The Wanted 1/3 @stormyroses01 with North

- First Time He Kissed A Boy by Kadie Elder 0/3

- Horns by Bryce Fox * 0/3

- Rewrite the Stars by Zac Efron and Zendaya 0/3

- Gorgeous by Taylor Swift * 0/3

- Break Up Every Night by The Chainsmokers 0/3

- Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney 0/3

- Sunburn by Owl City 0/3

- Barcelona by Max George * 0/3

If you have any other prompt ideas you would like to use but don’t see it on the list, just let me know! I love just about anything lol. Really hope some people join. Thank you guys again for the follows and for sticking around through all my mess!

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yeehanwritings · 6 years

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👀!!! i love your blog! are u still taking prompts? id really like 2 see some transgender man hanzo content? maybe in the murder husbands context? please :0!

(Side note time, as a genderfluid individual, this hits me pretty hard as I don’t plan to transition but I have a hard time looking androgynous and will have body dysphoria sometimes, but I just want to say thank you for requesting this, it makes me happy to see this request.)

It was early in the morning when Hanzo was woken up by McCree, it started with small kisses on his back before working its way up to his face and finally his lips.

“Wake up my sleeping beauty,” McCree said softly “We have to start the day.”

Hanzo groaned. “Why can’t we just stay in bed?”

“Well, for one thing, we’re out of condoms,” McCree said causing Hanzo to laugh “And we need to go see that Overwatch doctor today about the surgery.”

Hanzo sighed before getting up slowly. “Help me get dressed?”

“Always,” McCree said as Hanzo stretched his back out before padding to the bathroom. McCree waited for Hanzo to finish showering before entering the bathroom, he found Hanzo staring at his appearance in the mirror playing with his hair.

“I…I’m thinking about cutting my hair short,” Hanzo said quietly looking unsure.

“I think it would look nice if you did,” McCree reassure him before opening the black pouch on the counter “Ready for your shot?”

Hanzo nodded as McCree kneel down to his hip, McCree wiped off the area before carefully giving Hanzo his T-shot watching as Hanzo’s face screwed up in pain before relaxing. McCree gave the area a light kiss before leaving Hanzo to finish up. When Hanzo stepped out of the bathroom McCree was there waiting with his binder. Hanzo had been secretly using ace bandages before he told McCree he was trans when McCree found out what he had been doing he burn all of Hanzo’s bandages before scolding him harshly at putting his life in danger like that. Hanzo had cried and avoided McCree for a week before McCree apologized before producing three proper binders as a gift to him.

“It’s going to be hot today, so you should have an undershirt on,” McCree said.

“Thank you,” Hanzo said giving him a soft smiled before putting on a light undershirt before turning to McCree.

“Alright, arms up,” McCree said as he helped Hanzo into his binder.

Hanzo felt the compression in his chest as he took some deep breaths.

“Ok, and cough,” McCree instructed, “Does it feel too tight?”

“No, it’s fine,” Hanzo replied as he finishes putting on his clothes before he took his multivitamin, he was about to take his birth control when he swore “Shit!”

“What happen?” McCree asked as he was putting on his pants.

“I’m out of birth control pills,” Hanzo said.

“It’s ok, we’ll just make an extra stop on the way home,” McCree said wrapping his arms around Hanzo’s waist.

“What did I ever do to deserve you, my love,” Hanzo said quietly.

“Everything,” McCree said giving Hanzo a kiss on the cheek.

McCree was definitely going to kill the sales clerk, his Hanzo was crying on the way home after they stopped by the store. Hanzo was in a good mood after leaving Angela’s office knowing he could get top surgery with a decent recovery time as well. As promised they stopped by the store on the way home to refill Hanzo’s birth control pills, Hanzo went to get his pills while McCree stocked up on condoms since they practically fucked like rabbits. Hanzo came back to him in a decent mood before he grabbed a couple of pregnancy test off the shelves as well stating “Just in case.”

McCree nodded as pair grab some snacks as well going to pay for their purchases. Then everything went to hell, the store clerk was blissful;y unaware of the pain they just caused his husband.

“Ma’am I need to see ID for alcoholic beverages,” They said.

McCree saw Hanzo freeze at being misgendered but he stepped in before Hanzo had to hand over his license which had him listed as female. McCree handed over his license and expected that to be the end of it, but the clerk just had to say. “I hope you and your wife have a nice day.”

That practical broke Hanzo as they left the store, McCree made a mental note to bury that asshole alive just in case.

“I don’t understand why you’re with me,” Hanzo said sobbing “You can find a better man, a real man, not a freak like me…”

“Hey, Hanzo listen to me,” McCree said forcing Hanzo to look “You are a real man, just because you don’t have a penis doesn’t mean your not a man. You’re more of a man to me than anyone could ever be, and don’t you forget that.”

McCree pulled Hanzo close to him letting him tired himself out before helping him out of his binder and laying down next to him in bed.

“Jesse…”Hanzo said, “Thank you, thank you for seeing the real me.”

““I love you Hanzo,” McCree said putting Hanzo closer to him.

“I love you too,” Hanzo replied giving McCree a sweet kiss.

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dominodebt · 7 years

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ring, rang, rung

It’s McCree’s fault, honestly—but then what isn’t his fault?

He’s sitting on the edge of Reyes’ desk—Blackwatch’s Commander keeps glancing over to make sure he isn’t defacing it with slurs against Morrison or phallic imagery, both things he’s been wont to do on many occasions—toying with something in his brown hands.

Reyes leaves him to it, deciding to be thankful the whatever it is in the gunslinger’s grip isn’t a weapon for once—or at least not something that can be obviously identified as a weapon—when it catches the light filtering in from the slanted blinds, and Reyes blinks at the sudden flash of gold light that flares in the boy’s hands.

McCree seems delighted at the discovery, and Reyes watches as he lays the object flat on his palm, turning it this way and that and watching it sparkle in the light.

“It’s a ring,” the Commander observes, and it’s a testament to how enraptured McCree is by said ring that he doesn’t flick his buckshot eyes up to brightly and sarcastically congratulate Reyes on his mighty fine detective skills.

McCree just nods, transfixed by the piece of jewelry. It’s a simple golden band, as far as Reyes can see. Slightly tarnished, but still glittering brightly in the sun.

Reyes lifts his eyes from the ring back to McCree, noting his look of clear fascination. He pushes the report aside.

“Who’s was it?” he asks. People don’t handle the belongings of strangers with the delicacy and respect McCree’s showing this ring. He didn’t know the scruffy ex-con was capable of such reverence.

“My mama’s,” McCree answers, and Reyes’ eyes widen. His mother’s?

A sly smile curves the gunslinger’s lips as he slides his gaze over to Reyes. “Well, maybe my mama’s. Could be wrong, but, there’s a non-zero chance of it not bein’ hers.”

The phrase non-zero chance immediately alerts Reyes to the fact that Angela Ziegler had some hand in this situation, and he settles back in his chair, watching McCree watch the ring, wondering how he feels about that.

Saying that something has a non-zero chance is her favorite phrase—well, one of her favorites. She has a lot of memorized quotes and lines she likes to whisper to him in native tongues and dead languages that make his pulse spike and breath catch.

Only when she’s done riling him up—when their fire has cooled and they’re laying in the calm stillness—will she translate them. Her pale, calloused fingers walking over the broad expanse of his chest as her bangs tickle his ear, a smile in her voice as she recites the words of philosophers, poets, writers, and doctors.

“Ange was doin’ some diggin’.” McCree’s knowing grin lets Reyes know that he knows exactly where his mind had drifted off to, and Reyes gives him a warning look as he glances back at him.

“Digging where?” Reyes asks, idly wondering how many pet projects and side ventures she’s working on in addition to the mountain of duties Overwatch tasked her with. He makes a mental note to bully her into eating something from one of the basic fucking food groups and see if there’s anything he can help her with.

McCree shrugs. “Not sure, honestly.” He’s gone back to staring at the ring. “We just kinda got started talkin’ about family one day—I think it was her dad’s birthday? Or what would’ve been, I guess.” He glances up at Reyes, a little helplessly. “Y’know how she can get.”

Reyes nods, thinking of all the times he’s seen those impossibly blue eyes spark with something—intuition, anger, knowledge, fear—and then watched her turn away from the middle of a conversation to lock herself in her lab.

What she does is anyone’s guess, but she’ll stay in until she’s done what she set out to do or the next fucking Ice Age rolls in—whichever comes first.

McCree balances the ring on his thumb and flips it like a coin. Reyes’ tracks its brief trip up, watches it wink in the light, before it falls back down into the gunslinger’s waiting palm. He curls his fingers over it protectively.

“Came outta her safe deposit box,” he explains. “My mom’s, I mean. Ange ran a bunch of tests on it, checkin’ fer DNA an’ all that.” He shrugs, and Reyes watches as he pockets the ring before lifting his gaze. “She said it’s so old ‘n tampered with she didn’ feel right givin’ me a hundred percent, but half-best from Angela Ziegler is better than a lot of folks’ best efforts, y’know?”

Reyes nods again. He does know.

Silence settles between them, but Reyes knows McCree has more to say. The air’s too heavy, his gaze too serious. The Commander cocks a questioning brow, meeting the gunslinger’s eyes.

McCree doesn’t disappoint.

“Y’all ever gonna get over yerselves ‘n get married er what?”

Reyes stares back at him evenly, chin resting on his folded fingers, privately deciding that while that’s not the most unexpected thing to come out of Jesse McCree’s mouth, it definitely charts.

“I beg your fucking pardon.”

“C’mon.” McCree slips backwards off the desk, placing his hands on the dark wood as he appeals to Reyes. “Don’t get all huffy. Y’all have been datin’ fer years now—”

“We aren’t dating, Jesse, for god’s sake, this is a military operation—”

“It’s a goddamn, shambly mess of a family is what it is—”

“That is not an improvement.”

Reyes just sighs. He should never have asked. He hasn’t even had fucking coffee yet—what was he thinking letting the living headache that is Jesse McCree into his office at all?

He mops his face with his hands, already planning his trip to Angela’s lab so McCree won’t have a chance to run this shit past her before Reyes can warn her.

It’s half for her sake—she doesn’t need the headache—but mostly for McCree’s. He has no idea what her response would be, but there is a definite non-zero chance of it involving violence.

“C’mon, Gabe,” McCree says again, all wide-eyed and earnest imploring like he’s begging for permission to go on a mission with Genji to Hanamura that definitely doesn’t involve hunting down members of the Shimada Clan (it does) and not proposing that Reyes pop the fucking question to Angela goddamn Ziegler.

Reyes drops his hands, looking up to give—as Angela so brightly coined—his shitty cowboy son a look of flat annoyance.

“How long have you been sitting on this?” he asks.

McCree rocks back on his heels, and Reyes arches an eyebrow.

“Jesse—?”

“Since King’s Row.”

Reyes kicks himself. He should have known not to use up all his shock on McCree’s first absurd statement—of course there’d be more, absurder statements to follow, because it’s Jesse fucking McCree and he’s a bottomless pit of absurdity. A goddamn matryoshka doll of stupid.

“Since King’s Row? Jesse, that was years ago—we weren’t even—we’d hardly—”

McCree smirks as Reyes struggles to avoid putting a timestamp on his relationship with Angela.

“Yes?” he prompts, smugly, because he’s an asshole.

“Shitty cowboy son,” Angela’s voice singsongs in Reyes’ subconscious.

Reyes flings the boy a look of warning as he pushes himself away from his desk. “You can shove that smirk straight up your ass, Jesse,” he says. “And if you bother Angela with this, I’ll shove it for you, and maybe a couple of limbs for good measure.”

McCree steps back as Reyes gathers his documents. “Don’cha wanna know why I’ve thought this since King’s Row?” he drawls, completely disregarding Reyes’ only half-insincere threat.

Yes. “No,” he remarks stiffly, moving to grab his hoodie. Ange always keeps her lab so fucking cold for absolutely no reason.

“’Cause that’s when she hacked into like, three security systems without the help of a tech, practically resurrected Lena while under fire, and fuckin’ pistol whipped an OR15.” He pauses, before adding. “Oh yeah, ‘n she told Morrison to fuck off in front of a buncha people.”

Reyes sighs as he dons the hoodie. “If there’s a point to this, get there now,” he says, though he does appreciate the reminder of Dr. Ziegler—Overwatch’s legendary Mercy—telling Overwatch’s Strike Commander he could rot in hell for an eternity when he suggested she be sidelined for the remaining mission, as he didn’t want to exhaust her.

Morrison hadn’t meant it as an insult, but really. He should have known better. Reyes and Ana had picked the exchange up over the comms and Ana had almost fallen out of her chair she was laughing so hard, while Reyes just stared at the pale slip of a genius, like he’d just now really seen her properly for the first time.

And as charming as the memory is—and as correct as McCree is in guessing the origins of his affection for the doctor—he’s very curious as to how he came across such information, given he’d been three countries over, hot on Widowmaker’s trail at the time.

He considers asking McCree as much, when the answer occurs to him—Ana fucking Amari.

McCree grins like he can read his thoughts—it’s a possibility Reyes hasn’t totally ruled out—and the Commander glares back at him.

“Don’t go running your mouth about this,” Reyes warns him, pointing a finger. “If I hear anyone else talking about this, I’ll ship your ass out to Ecopoint: Antarctica.”

McCree replies with a flat look because no, Reyes, you won’t do that, because underneath it all you’re a huge sofite and you’d never ship your shitty cowboy son anywhere.

“Sure, Commander,” McCree drawls back, snapping a sarcastic salute. “Whatever you say.”

Reyes gives him a look that lets him know he’ll pay for that sarcasm later before he pulls from the room.

-0-

She doesn’t answer at his knock, which he takes as an invitation.

Her back’s to the door, and he pauses to take in the scene before him.

“Your son,” Angela begins, and Reyes cocks an eyebrow as he leans against the doorframe, watching her struggle for a bottle of all-purpose cleaner that’s been stashed on top of the actual cupboard, a good foot and a half above Angela’s searching hand. “Is gonna get his kneecaps broken if he doesn’t stop rearranging my supplies.”

Reyes can’t stop a smirk that twists his lips. “Genji?” he asks, feigning sincerity. “I’m appalled.”

He dons his poker face forcefully as she turns her head to assess him over her shoulder with the flattest look of unamusement he’s ever seen.

“I will feed his hat to my incinerator, Gabriel, so help me.”

Reyes finally cracks a grin, and she offers him a sly, half-smirk in reply as he enters her lab and walks towards her, idly kicking the door shut behind him.

“You have an incinerator?” he asks, drawing nearer and watching as she turns to meet him, fists propped on her hips.

She scoffs. “Of course I have an incinerator.”

The moment is so wholly and singularly Angela—arms akimbo, hair a fluffy mess, expression indignant like she’s offended he ever doubted her possession of a fucking incinerator—that he can’t stop the smile that warms his face.

God, he loves her.

The thought—just as true as it’s been every other time he’s thought it—draws him up short, and he goes still for a moment, mind wildly reeling back to his conversation with McCree, the glint of the wedding ring—

He stuffs it behind a neutral expression as he finally settles before her, and she tips her head back to meet his gaze.

One of her eyebrows twitch upwards—both an unasked question and a reminder that yes, she fucking saw that—and he just waves her off as he circles his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

She huffs a sigh as he draws her up to him—contended and tired—as she melts into him, every part of her body liquefying to fill his spaces as she turns her head to rest it against his chest, listening to the sturdy rhythm of his heartbeat

“What’re you thinking about?” he murmurs after a beat, pressing his cheek against her hair.

She hums thoughtfully. He can feel the noise in their closeness.

“How I can steal Jesse’s hat and replace it with a pile of ashes.”

He closes his eyes. “Ange.”

“I won’t really burn in. Just make him sweat for a few hours.” He can feel her smirk against his chest. “I bet if I asked Genji he’d steal it for me.”

Reyes snorts. There’s a pretty high probability of Genji stealing the hat without being asked, just to be an ass.

Silence lulls over them again—warm and comfortable—and Reyes is just gathering the nerve to tell her why he’d come when she interrupts.

“This is lovely and all, but I really do need that cleaner,” she tells him lightly, pulling back to gesture with her chin at the bottle McCree had hidden away out of reach.

Reyes just huffs out a laugh as he stoops down to gather her legs in his arms before hoisting her up.

“Lift with your legs, Commander,” she reminds him, patting his shoulder with a smirk.

He rolls his eyes. “I could bench press, like, eight of you.”

“Mm-hm,” she hums back, distracted as Reyes straightens back up, their semi-combined height allowing her to pluck the cleaner off its unintended perch. “Of course you could, sweetheart.”

“You only use terms of endearment when you’re being a shit,” Reyes points out, smirking back.

Angela gives a false gasp at the accusation, splaying the fingers of her free hand over her theatrically dropped jaw.

“Me?” she asks, eyes going wide. “Oh, my love, my darling, my sugar-coated dish of key lime pie à la mode—”

“I will drop you,” Reyes threatens.

She snorts and waves his warning off and he in turn gently lowers her back to the ground.

He watches her idly as she tugs down her sweatshirt where it’d bunched up under his arms, throwing her ponytail over her shoulder with a mindless flick of her wrist. For a brief moment, he sees the phantom flash of a ring accompany the moment, and grits his teeth as his eyes dart away.

Goddammit, Jesse.

Feeling her gaze, Reyes glances back. She tilts her head, forcing an errant blonde curl to fall away as she squints up into his face, searching his expression.

“What’s up?” she asks, gaze flittering about his form like she’d missed some kind of gaping wound before drifting back to his eyes. “You seem off.”

McCree asked me when we’re getting married and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

He has to bite his tongue against blurting it out as she turns away to begin cleaning. He wonders if he can read the truth in his eyes. He wouldn’t be surprised.

“McCree showed me his mom’s ring,” he says instead, waiting until she’s done spraying down her side of the counter before taking the bottle from her to spray his.

“What could be his mother’s ring,” she corrects him—automatically, a reflex. One of the hardest things new recruits have to weather is Dr. Ziegler’s inherent need to right wrong information. She means nothing by it—it’s just her body’s visceral response to hearing lies and half-truths, no matter how serious or benign.

“Wise shall be the bearers of light,” she’d murmured to him once in the darkness of his quarters.

“What could be his mother’s ring,” he allows, as she begins working a towel over the counter. He pauses. “It was nice of you to do that.”

She puffs up her cheek with a large breath, then blows it out slowly, hands on her hips as she surveys her side of the counter.

“It was the least I could do,” she murmurs. “Besides—the boy could use a good heirloom.”

Reyes snorts at that as she throws the towel his way. “Do heirlooms build character now?” he asks, automatically tensing when she punches his shoulder.

“He needed something to ground himself with,” she replies. “He’s not a drifting, wandering outlaw anymore. I hoped I could find something to remind him of that.”

Reyes nods, sobering. He can understand that.

He personally doesn’t have any such heirloom, but he knows she does. An elegant ring—stunning in its simplicity, radiating a quiet beauty. It had belonged to her mother and never leaves her bedroom.

She’d shown it to him, once. It had dazzled under the soft glow of her bedside lamp, and Reyes had traced the intricacy of the band as she chattered quietly about her mother, her father, her childhood. A legacy she’d built for herself from the ashes of what she’d lost.

Neither of them had even considered the marital part of the ring—it was early days, yet, and they were still caught up in the whirling storm that was them being together to think of anything else.

Now, though, it’s all he can see.

He curses McCree again. Maybe he will help Angela burn that hat.

Angela arches an eyebrow as she watches him, and he realizes he has no idea what his face has been doing for the past thirty seconds.

“You sure McCree didn’t say anything else?” she asks calmly. “You’re definitely bothered by something.”

He doesn’t understand why he can’t tell her. Isn’t that the whole reason he came here? The words are stuck in his throat, struggling for a handhold on his tongue.

He skirts her gaze. “Just typical shitty cowboy nonsense,” he answers.

Her eyes linger on him for a moment before she seems to accept it—or at least decides not to push anymore—and moves across her lab, shedding her sweatshirt as she does.

“I’ve got a meeting with Morrison and Lena—I think he’s still worried about that sprain, even though I’ve cleared her a dozen times.” She rolls her eyes as she shrugs on her lab coat and pulls her hair out of its ponytail, letting it tumble around her shoulders.

Reyes watches her from the same spot, lifting an eyebrow. “You know how Morrison can be,” he offers.

Angela makes a face and he chuckles before she’s gathered her papers and files and is passing him to leave.

She stills—he knew she would—and slots her hip against his, leaning against him as she lifts her eyes to his.

“Ana’s in the training facility,” she tells him quietly, lifting an eyebrow. She nudges him gently, and he curls a hand around her waist in response, fingers splaying out over her ribs and curling just slightly.

“Talk to her,” she insists. “I just—something’s clearly got you distracted.”

“It’s you,” he tells her honestly.

Her soft, warm expression sours as she shoots him a sardonic look, and he chuckles, pressing a kiss into her hair.

“You are such a shit,” she tells him, but there’s no heat to her words.

He grins, pulling back and dropping his arm.

“What happened to sugar-coated dish of key lime pie—?”

Angela huffs, moving past him towards the door and shouldering it open with a roll of her eyes. “Goodbye, Gabriel.”

He watches her go for a beat—it’s always strange, being alone in her lab. He doesn’t like it. His gaze plays over the lab, and as he steps towards the door, a sudden flash catches snags his peripheral, and he turns to see his shift in angle allowed him to see light of the sun catch on one of her beakers, making it shine.

He stares at it for a moment.

Then he heads for the training facility.

wow what's up I still remember how to write.

It's been a while since I've posted anything, and I still haven't really been feeling much motivation to write, and then out of nowhere at 3am I literally jolted awake and was like "what if McCree brought up marriage and hilarity ensued?"and here we are. I wrote this in A Day. Less than

please keep all of that in mind when reading this lmao

I think I'm going to make this a small series because I had so much fun writing this and want to include the other characters. Plus Ange and Gabe ain't gonna decide to get married in barely three thousand words okay like that's just not happening. Also: this is for fun. I know a lot of the stuff I write has very specific canon perimeters but this is just a dumb fun thing. Don't overthink it guys.

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