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The Only Opinion That Matters.
This was a request from the lovely @mountainofthesunn
“Can i request the boys meeting your best friend for the first time? They know her opinion is valued the most. Like how they react to the whole situation, i guess lol. For the HC/blurb stuff”
Is this a Head cannon? A Blurb? An Imagine? Who knows, but I hope this is close to what you had in mind, love!
This was a blast to write, I tried to make them all start and end the same way to give a good comparison.
Jake:
When you told Jake you thought it was time for him to meet your best friend, expressing how important her opinion is, you watched the color fade from his face.
He spent the week before practically interrogating you for little details about her, from music to movies, anything he could find to use as talking points when they met, he wanted to know.
The day of, Jake fusses over what he’s going to wear, he thinks it’s important for how he’s perceived. He said “Something nice but not trying too hard. Subtle.”
Jake insists on leaving early, giving him the advantage of settling in at the restaurant before she arrives, taking in his surroundings. The three of you had decided on Mexican for dinner.
Jake plays with his lip and is quiet the whole drive over to the restaurant. When you ask what’s wrong, he grabs your hand and says he hopes he passes the test because he knows how important this is to you. You laugh at him, assuring him it’s not a test.
Jake views everything as a test or a challenge, this was no different. You couldn’t convince him otherwise even if you tried.
Upon meeting her, Jake goes for a tight hug instead of a handshake, being his usual warm self.
Jake sits back and let’s you two catch up before jumping into the conversation, observing the way you two communicate.
He asks her plenty of questions, intently listening to each answer she gives him, at this point so enthralled he probably forgot you were sitting there next to him.
At the end of dinner Jake’s charm has completely won your best friend over, she gave you a knowing look and nod of approval.
On the ride home, you looked over at Jake who was beaming, you chuckled “I’m assuming you think you passed the test?” Jake looked over at you with a worried look, “Did I not?” you smiled at him, “With flying colors, babe.”
Jake smirked, grabbing your hand and kissed it “Good.”
Sammy:
Sammy surprised you with having a few days off between shows, you were ecstatic he was visiting you, but you remembered you have plans this weekend to have dinner with your best friend.
You were nervous to ask Sammy if he wanted to meet her, not knowing if it was too soon, but Sammy was all about it. He said it was way overdue and perfect timing.
Sammy had known a little bit about her, overhearing some of your phone calls in the past, but didn’t want you to fill him in on anything beforehand.
Sammy said he wanted it to be as authentic as possible.
He suggested you all go out for pizza on Friday night, keep it casual.
He wore his favorite blue flannel, black jeans and his hair up in an adorable messy bun, his signature look.
Sammy insisted he wasn’t nervous or worried about it at all. He said he was excited more than anything.
He was cool, calm and collected all the way up until you all sat down together.
You could tell he was nervous by the way he kept playing with his hair while your best friend drilled him with questions about himself. He answered them the best he could, being put on the spot was not his forte, looking to you at times for your input.
Sammy absentmindedly played with his pinky ring, another nervous habit he had, completely locked into the conversation.
Of course Sammy just had to bring up who has the best pizza debate, being from the Midwest he said Chicago, your best friend arguing LA and you caught in the middle.
Feeling forced to pick sides, you threw your hands up “Look, this is between the two of you, leave me out of it!” the two of them laughing at how distressed you got.
Sammy playfully nudging your arm “Hey, you wanted us to meet, this is what you get!” both of them laughing at you.
At the end of dinner Sammy paid the bill, saying it’s the least he could do as a ‘thank you’ for keeping you out of trouble when he’s away on tour. You scoffed at him and rolled your eyes at the two of them.
You and Sammy walked her to her car and said good night.
Driving back to your apartment Sammy told you how much he liked her and was glad you had someone so down to earth around you, especially with you living in LA.
Josh:
Josh brought up meeting your best friend before you even had the chance to. He knew it was her birthday this weekend and even though he only had a couple of days with you, he wanted you to spend time with her.
Josh was so excited to meet her, you two had been friends since kindergarten, he knew she was the most important person in your life.
You made reservations at her favorite steakhouse for the three of you. You texted Josh to wear something nice and to be ready by 7:00pm.
When you went to pick Josh up he had a silly smile on his face and one of his hands behind his back, hiding something.
He was wearing all white, with polka dots on his shirt and brown shoes. He looked nice when he dressed down from his usual flamboyant self.
Josh got into the car revealing a small box gift wrapped with a tiny bow on it. You smiled at him, “You’re cute.” he smirked, “You can’t go to a birthday party without a gift, that’s just rude.”
“Josh, it’s just dinner, but you’re sweet.” you teased, but his thoughtfulness made your hear flutter.
You asked what he got her to which he replied “You’ll just have to wait and see.” with a mischievous grin.
Arriving at the restaurant Josh immediately pulled her into a big hug “It’s great to finally meet you!”
Your heart fluttered at the interaction between the two of them, “Perfect” you thought to yourself, your two favorite people in the same room.
You got seated and Josh handed over his present, watching excitedly as she opened it.
He got her a small gold necklace with an owl pendant, her favorite. She loved it and thanked him.
You turned to him slightly, totally shocked at how he knew she was obsessed with owls. He returned your look of confusion with a wink and a hand squeeze under the table.
Josh ordered a fancy bottle of wine for the three of you, declaring loudly “You only turn 25 once, we’re going to make it special.” he chuckled, “Happy Birthday.”
You swooned over the gesture and how easy they were able to vibe together.
You were very impressed with how Josh held himself. You had never seen him so calm and laid back as he was tonight.
You could tell he was trying really hard to make a good first impression.
The night came to an end and on the drive back Josh wouldn’t stop dissecting the night.
“I’m so glad she liked my gift, I was so nervous.” he admitted shyly “She’s a very chill person, I liked her a lot.” you kissed his cheek as he payed attention to the road “I’m happy to hear it. You did great babe, thanks for doing this.”
Danny:
Danny had been bothering you for a few weeks now, asking when you’d get to meet your best friend.
You finally found time in all three of your schedules to get together for an hour or two.
It was Danny’s idea to get together for coffee, wanting to keep it low-key.
Danny chose to wear his go to comfy sweater, dark jeans and his hair half up, half down.
Danny treated the three of you to coffee, all sitting down around a tiny table next to a window.
Danny wasted no time with small talk, asking your best friend about her interests and what she was studying in college. Why she chose that major and how she is liking it so far.
He didn’t seem nervous at all, engaging in conversation with a sense of excitement.
He made a genuine effort to get to know her as much as possible, he knew how close the two of you were and who is important to you is important to him.
Danny and her were both well traveled, talking about all their favorite spots they’ve visited and what countries were still on their bucket lists.
You watched Danny as he so effortlessly connected with her. You had never had a boyfriend try so hard to get to know the people you loved, it was so endearing.
Half way through the conversation Danny offered to grab everyone refills, like the gentleman he is, as he got up and left the table your best friend gave you a telling look.
You got nervous, she had been known to not like a lot of your boyfriends in the past, all of them she’s been right about. Danny knew this, her approval was the only one that mattered.
She leaned in close to you “If you don’t marry him, I will. He is phenomenal, the sweetest man ever. “ you laughed as she continued, “No, seriously, it’s been like what, an hour and he’s easily my favorite boyfriend you’ve ever had. I more than approve!” you smiled at her, glancing over your shoulder, watching as he struggled to carry all three mugs back to the table with a big goofy smile as you two locked eyes.
Turning your attention back to your friend “Yeah, he’s pretty great, isn’t he?” you beamed.
On the car ride home Danny asked “So, how did I do? Did I get her blessing?” you giggled at how formal he was being, “Yes, she loved you” you smirked “But who doesn’t love you?”
As always let me know what you think! :)
#greta van fleet#gvf#danny wagner#josh kiszka#jake kiszka#sammy kiszka#my writing#head canon#blurb#imagine#what it is#this was really fun to write
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46 - Skies (maybe glowing alien!Gucks AU? How often do the kids want to go out flying when they're older? Does Angie? DO THEY END UP WITH CRAYON DRAWINGS ALL OVER THE CEILING?)
46. Skies
Uhhh this ended up a lot longer than I planned. Sometimes I just can’t shut up. And I wanted to write some fluff, since things are currently going down the drain. So here are some flying glowing Gucks. Enjoy.
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Stan slapped a mosquito that hadlanded on his arm.
“Damn bugs,” he muttered. Fussing sounded from the baby carrier to hisright. He quickly checked the infantnestled inside, Danny. “Princess, youall right there?” Stan held out hishand. Danny grabbed his finger andgummed it excitedly. “I get it. You just wanted your chew toy.” While Danny chewed on his finger, he watchedAngie pace back and forth on the lawn. “Babe?”
“I’m goin’ to do it,” Angiemumbled to herself. She clenched herhands into fists. “I can do it.”
“There’s nothing wrong with notturning into a giant bug and flying away,” Stan said. Angie looked over at him. “We’ve been perfectly fine so far with justbeing human.”
“But I’m not human,” Angiesaid. “Not fully human.” She looked up at the night sky, filled withstars. “Part of me has always been drawnto the skies, Stan. Now I know why. That’s where that part of me is from.” Stan’s stomach churned. “I know yer not that comfortable with all ofthis-”
“That’s an understatement.”
“-but I need to try. If nothin’ else, it’ll help me make thingseasier on the girls when they get older. They’ll need to learn how to control their alien sides,” Angie pointedout. Stan grunted, not willing to admitthat she was right. “Okay. I’m goin’ to do it now. I’ll do it.” Stan watched with bated breath.
Angie stood still on the grass,damp with dew. She closed her eyes andleaned her head back, her posture relaxed. After a moment, a faint shimmer spread across her skin. Immediately after that, color rippled overher features as her pale tone was replaced with a pulsating, faint pinkglow. Her limbs, already slender, grewunnaturally thin, while her ears grew up and out until they resembled adeer’s. Two feathery antennae sproutedfrom her forehead. Angie opened hereyes, revealing that they had turned pure black. The stars spilled across the sky reflected inher eyes.
“Well, you turned bug, time tocall it quits,” Stan said brusquely. Angie looked over at him. A chillran down Stan’s spine at her obsidian gaze.
“No.” The only good thing Stan could say about herother form so far was that her voice was the same. “I need to try…” Her pink glow became interspersed with alight turquoise. “I need to try flying.”
“Flying? Ang, no!”
“Ma can do it. The girls can.”
“They float, Angie.”
“That’s flying.” Angie looked back up at the sky. “I need to try it, too.” Stan pulled his legs closer to his chest,dread mounting. Angie took a deepbreath. She stared at the heavens asthough looking for an answer. A momentpassed. Then another. Finally, right before Stan was about to tellher that they should definitely call it quits for the night, Angie rose off theground.
“Fuck,” Stan swore softly,staring. Angie’s feet hovered a fewinches above the tips of the blades of grass. Angie let out a joyful laugh, like bells chiming. Her feet slammed back onto the lawn. She promptly sat down. “…You all right?”
“Yes.” Angie beamed up at the stars. “I am.”
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It was balmy summer evening. Fireflies danced in the air. Once again, Stan sat between two babycarriers on the lawn, watching Angie tap into her extraterrestrial side. But this time, two others were doing the samething. Stan adjusted his hold on Emmett,who was going through an incredibly fussy phase and wouldn’t calm down unlesshe was being held. In contrast, Emorywas fast asleep in his carrier, not caring about anything happening around him.
Wish I could be asleep rightnow. Then I wouldn’t have to watch mykids turn into bugs. Stan hadlearned quickly to keep his opinions about Angie’s alien appearance tohimself. Not only did it upset Angie,but it upset Danny and Daisy, too. Astime had passed, he’d gotten more used to Angie’s alien side, as well as hisdaughters’, but he couldn’t help preferring them in their human form.
“Okay, girls, time to shift,”Angie instructed, already alien in appearance. Danny and Daisy, standing in front of her, quickly morphed. Their skin glowed a faint gold, antennae sproutedfrom Daisy’s forehead, and Danny’s eyes turned a solid, milky white. “Good work.”
“Now we fly?” Daisy askedeagerly. Stan grinned at the excitementin her voice.
“Yup!” Angie chirped.
“How?” Danny asked.
“Close yer eyes and imagine whatit feels like to be weightless. Like yerin a swimmin’ pool, just floatin’,” Angie instructed. Danny and Daisy closed their eyes. After a moment, they both began to lift offthe ground. Danny opened her eyes,yelped, and fell back down. Daisy,however, upon opening her eyes, soared higher. She did an excited twirl in the air.
“This is great!” Daisy cheered.
“Don’t drift off,” Stan saidquickly. While Angie checked on Danny,Daisy flew over to Stan. She landed infront of him. “Hey, pumpkin.”
“Dad, did you see?” Daisysquealed. Stan nodded. “I love being part alien!” Daisy spun around, her sundress billowingaround her.
“Yep,” Stan said in a tightvoice, his smile forced.
“How’s my brothers?” Daisyasked. She peered closely at Emmett, whostared back at his older sister. “When’she gonna start glowing?”
“I don’t know, sweetie, he-” There was a flash of light. Stan blinked away the afterimages and lookeddown at Emmett still in his arms. “…Nevermind, I guess he’s gonna start glowing now.” A moment ago, Emmett had been a regular human infant, with thick browncurls and a large, distinctive nose. Those two traits remained the same, but he now looked anything buthuman. Unlike Danny and Daisy, who had amixture of human and alien traits, Emmett was looked exactly the same as Angie’sbrother Lute, when he was in his alien form. Stan stroked Emmett’s bangs out of the way. Emmett stared up at him with wide,pitch-black eyes.
“Wowie zowie, he looks likeUnclute!” Daisy gasped.
“…Yep,” Stan mumbled. One of Emmett’s antennae twitched.
“Sweetie, come back, you can lookat yer brothers later,” Angie called. Daisy looked over.
“Ma, Emmett’s glowing!”
“Is he? Good fer him.” Angie sounded pleased. “But we can look at him when we’re done learnin’to fly, okay?” Daisy sighed.
“Okay.” She skipped back over to Angie and hertwin. Stan looked back at Emmett. Emmett made a mewling sound and stretched oneof his minute hands out. Stan’s heartsoftened.
“Hey there, sport,” he whispered,holding Emmett more tightly against his chest. Emmett nestled against him and smacked his lips in a satisfiedmanner. His antennae twitchedagain. Stan kissed Emmett’s glowingforehead. “Wanna watch yoursisters? That’s gonna be you someday.”
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Stan sat on the grass, ignoringthe damp dew soaking into his pants and the blades tickling him.
I’ve really gotta mowsoon. Or better yet, get Daisy to do it. He watched sixteen-year-old Danny and Daisydo loop-de-loops in the air, glowing bright pink. They’re in good moods right now. I’ll tell her to do it later. Angie was giving ten-year-old Emory andEmmett the same instructions she’d given Danny and Daisy when they startedflying. Emory bounced on the balls ofhis feet excitedly, already in his alien form, which looked identical to hishuman one, with the except that he was glowing. Emmett, however, was still human, looking down at his feet, visiblydreading what was about to happen.
“Now, don’t worry if it takes abit to kick in,” Angie said. Herantennae twitched in the faint spring breeze. “Just keep tryin’. If nothin’happens tonight, we try again tomorrow.”
“I think we can manage,” Emorysaid proudly, puffing out his chest. Angie chuckled and ruffled his caramel-colored curls.
“I know you can, sugar-cube.” Angie looked at Emmett. “Emmett, you ready?”
“I think…I think I’m gonna go sitwith Dad,” Emmett mumbled. Angieblinked. “I don’t- I don’t feel good.”
“Okay, but-” Angie started. Emmett walked away silently and sat down nextto Stan. Stan put a hand on his shoulder.
“You all right there, sport?” heasked softly. Emmett pulled his legsclose to his chest. “C’mon, kid, talk tome.”
“I don’t like being alien,”Emmett said quietly. Stan stared athim. “I’m already weird enough, since Igot twelve toes. I don’t like that there’sthis other thing that makes me so different.”
“You’re only a quarter alien.”
“Then how come I look full alien?”Emmett asked.
“That’s just how things worksometimes. If I’ve learned one thingabout genetics, it’s that you can’t predict it as much as you think you shouldbe able to.” Stan scratched hischeek. “Of course, I learned that fromlistening to your mom and Uncle Ford talk about the alien thing, but still.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Yeah.” Stan’s hand fell to his lap. He chewed on the inside of his cheek,debating whether or not to tell Emmett. Hetook a deep breath. “I didn’t, either.”
“What?” Emmett stared at Stan. “Dad, what do you mean?”
“When we first found out about thewhole alien thing,” Stan said, waving a hand vaguely, “I didn’t like it. Every time your mom turned alien in front ofme, I wanted to leave the room. I hatedhow sometimes your older sisters looked like…” Stan glanced back at Danny and Daisy. “Don’t tell them this, but I said that they looked like bugs.” Emmett’s jaw dropped.
“But yer so casual about all ofit!”
“It took a while before I couldbe casual,” Stan said. “I didn’t wantany of this, I didn’t like it.” Stantook a breath. “But then I got used toit. And after I got used to it, Istopped feeling so uncomfortable. Andafter I stopped feeling so uncomfortable, I started liking how you kids lookwhen you’re all glowy.” Stan ruffledEmmett’s hair. “You being alien isn’t abad thing. So what if it makes youweirder? Is anyone in this familynormal?” Emmett managed a small laugh.
“I guess you’re right.” Emmett took a deep breath. Like when Angie transformed, there was aripple of color that passed over his skin as his human appearance was wipedaway. In alien form, Emmett shifteduncomfortably. He glowed a tense darkgreen.
“Think you’ll take a stab atflying now?” Stan asked. Emmett shookhis head.
“I think I’ll just start bygetting used to the antennae. It’s beena while since I’ve had them.”
“No worries,” Stan said with ashrug. “Take your time. You can stay grounded with your old man.” Emmett nodded silently. Angie walked over.
“Emmett, you ready to start flyin’?”she asked. Emmett shook his head. “That’s fine. When yer ready, just let me know. Emory ‘ll be happy to fly with ya.” Emmett nodded. Angie turned toStan. “Come with me, darlin’.”
“…What?” Stan asked. Angie grabbed his hand and pulled him up.
“How’s that fear of heights ofyours?”
“I don’t know how to answer that.”
“Want to find out?” Angieasked. She pulled him close. Stan felt his feet leave the ground. He looked down. He and Angie were hovering a few inches abovethe lawn. His stomach turned over. He looked at Angie. Her large, black eyes caught the lightemanating from her skin.
I got used to Angie lookinglike this, I should be able to get used to heights. I can always close my eyes if I need to. Like he had when Angie first learned to fly,Stan quashed the churning in his stomach and grinned at Angie confidently.
“Let’s do it.”
“Gross, Dad,” Emmettmuttered. Stan frowned at his son.
“No flying, no opinion,” he retorted. Emmett rolled his eyes. Angie wrapped her thin arms around Stan’s torsoand rested her head against his chest, her antennae tickling his chin. Stan returned the gesture, embracing her. He closed his eyes as they ascended into thenight sky.
#I'll get to the prompts that other people sent me don't worry folks#there's no rhyme nor reason as to when I get to prompts other than just it's whenever I get inspired#Gluck AU#Stangie#Angie McGucket#Stanley Pines#Danica Pines#Daisy McGucket#Emily Pines#Emmett McGucket#Stangie Family#my writing#ficlet#ask#exsanguinary
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Ersatz Ch 20: This World Doesn’t Spin
It was a long-standing tradition in Casper High for the students to make all of the Halloween decorations by hand. Personally, Danny thought it was just another money-saving scheme.
He watched students creating banners and posters in the main hall, adorning them with little bats and smiling pumpkins. He frowned at them from his seat next to Tucker and Sam. All three of them were currently in Lancer's office, the balding man looking down on them with a disapproving gaze.
"I just don't see what the big problem is." Sam continued her debate. "It's supposed to be scary; it's Halloween for crying out loud!"
"Ms Manson, I have already made myself clear on this." Lancer said, obviously at the end of his patience. He and Sam had been going back and forth for nearly fifteen minutes, with Tucker occasionally butting in to aid Sam's point. Danny didn't take either side, simply staring off and waiting to be excused back out into the school.
'Probably with detention, if Sam keeps this up.' Danny thought. He didn't get what the big deal was either way.
Lancer held up the poster that the three teens had been working on together. Danny had been doing the words, while Sam and Tucker gleefully drew various ghoulish images. The whole fuss began when Lancer had passed by, inspecting everyone's work, only to stop dead when his eyes landed on their creation.
Needless to say, the school was going to be short on red paint for a while. Most of it marked up the poster, running in blotches and rivers from various zombies and ghosts. There was even a small pumpkin in one corner with blood coming out of its mouth and eyes.
Lancer was not impressed at all, and had immediately called them into his office for a word. The word turned into a debate between him and Sam, who was outraged that their hard work was going to be trashed. Tucker mostly just found the whole situation funny, getting more entertainment out of watching Sam and Lancer duke it out than painting. Danny was mainly tuning everyone out, having no opinion on the subject and just wanting to go about his day.
"This is a clear violation of the rules." Lancer said for the tenth time. "There was to be no graphic violence. I made that very clear this morning."
"It's not graphic violence! It's just a bit of blood. No one's hurting anyone or anything, they're all just standing around!" Sam protested.
"It is a violation nonetheless." Lancer continued. "Given the recent violent events surrounding this school and its students, we will not be having anything overly grotesque adorning these halls."
Lancer glanced Danny's way when he mentioned the violent events. Surely he was thinking back on the Poindexter debacle from just a few months ago. Danny looked away from him and gazed once more back out at the busy hallway.
Lancer sat down in his chair with a heavy sigh. He rubbed briefly at his eyes before looking back up at the trio.
"I want you three to start on a new poster. This time without the needless gore. Ah ah!" Lancer raised a hand to silence Sam. "I'm through arguing this. Now, unless you want to be looking at a week's worth of detention, I suggest you cut your losses and go."
He pointed a finger at the open doorway. Sam stood up, frowning at the vice principal but saying no more as she stomped out, Tucker and Danny following behind.
"This is such bullshit." Sam seethed under her breath.
Tucker and Danny both knew she was more angry about losing an argument than the actual poster. She hated feeling bested, especially by an authority figure.
"Hey, I got an idea." Tucker said, smiling at Sam's angry face. "Why don't we get some fruits from your place and make a jack o' lantern display with them. It'd be cooler than some crummy poster."
Sam's rage diffused instantly as she considered the project idea.
"That actually sounds kinda cool." she said, returning his smile. "Good idea, Tuck."
"Aww," an obnoxious voice interrupted. "Look at the little lovebirds making eyes at each other."
Dash's leering face came into view through a cluster of chatting teens. After Danny unwittingly possessed him, Dash had mostly kept his distance from the trio. His taunt was almost odd after going so many weeks in unbullied bliss.
"Dash, come on," Paulina frowned at him from the edge of the crowd. "Leave them alone. Other people's dating lives aren't any of your business."
"We aren't dating." Sam and Tucker shot back in unison.
Thankfully any further jabs from Dash had been silenced by Paulina, who gave the three a sympathetic look before turning back to her conversation with Star.
"Well, at least she hasn't completely sold out." Sam said lowly, giving the crowd a disdainful look.
"Ah come on, Sam." Danny piped in for the first time. "Lay off, we did kind of blow her off. It's no wonder she got into a new crowd."
Sam sent him a look before turning and leading the way down the hall, intent on putting distance between herself and that particular group.
"Uh, so, my idea?" Tucker spoke up.
"I'll get together the supplies. We can work on it this weekend." Sam replied, her smile coming back as her mind conjured up different display ideas.
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The last thing Danny expected to see when he entered his parents' lab was Vlad standing beside the metal table, sleeves rolled up, with green stains painting his arms nearly up to the elbows. He held small metal tools, which were similarly marked, obviously being used to probe around inside the opened midsection of the old lunch lady.
Danny's eyes bugged out as he took in the sight. Vlad looked over at him as he stood mute at the bottom of the stairs. Maddie and Jack both noticed Vlad's halted movement, and looked toward the doorway as well.
"Hey, honey!" Maddie greeted with a bright smile.
"Come get a look at this, Danny." Jack beckoned to his son. "It's incredible!"
Danny walked forward, coming to stand at the head of the long table. His gaze flickered to the restrained ghost's face. Her wide eyes, staring up at him, a gag strapped around her head to keep her silent, her face pulled tight in fear and pain.
Danny regretted looking at her, and his eyes pulled away from hers, looking toward her torso instead.
Viscera coated the thin sterile drapes laid over her midsection, a square window giving a clear view into the ghost's innards. Dark green masses could be seen inside, one or two occasionally giving a disturbing twitch.
Danny wondered if his organs looked the same way now. If they'd be green and dead-looking and twitching oddly like that. The thought made his throat tight, and Danny fought to turn his mind elsewhere as his father began to speak excitedly.
"They look like actual organs!" he proclaimed, his eyes wide behind his goggles. "It's incredible how well these creatures can imitate the human form. To do so on such an internal level, why, this ghost must be pretty powerful. We sure lucked out in bagging it!"
"What I want to find out is whether or not these organs will maintain form once removed." Maddie commented, leaning slightly over Jack to get a clearer view of the ghost's insides.
"Um, Mr Masters, what are you doing here?" Danny asked, half out of genuine curiosity and half because he really wanted to change the subject.
"I'll be staying on for the next few days, Daniel." Vlad answered with his signature smile.
"Isn't it great, Danny!" Jack proclaimed, gesturing with green-coated gloves. "We're gonna watch the Packers playoff together, just like the old days."
"Yes, very exciting, sweetie." Maddie gave her husband a bored glance before looking across the table at Vlad. "Ready when you are."
She held up a sterilized jar in her hands, its lid removed. Vlad gave her a nod, his expression turning to one of concentration as he carefully lowered the scalpel blade toward the ghost's innards.
Danny turned around and began walking back up the stairs, very much not wanting to watch the three adults remove parts from the old lady. He knew Vlad would show up to talk with him sooner or later about the actual reason for his visit. Until then he would be doing homework and listening to loud music with headphones on.
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As expected, Danny's bedroom door opened over an hour later. Vlad stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
"You're getting predictable." Danny said as he removed his headphones, the music still heard faintly as he set them aside. "Every time you show up it's because something big is about to happen. So what is it this time?"
Vlad smiled at the boy, arms folding neatly behind his back as he walked over to the window, speaking along the way.
"Tell me, Daniel, does the local ghost activity in Amity Park increase around this time of the year?"
Raising an eyebrow at the question, Danny moved off his bed to stand, watching Vlad gaze out the window.
"Not really." he said with a shrug. "I mean, before my parents finished the portal we never actually saw a ghost."
"Hmm, of course." Vlad replied, turning to face Danny. "Well, Daniel, it should come as no surprise to you that paranormal activity tends to elevate at this time of year. All Hallows Eve is especially known for being the only time when naturally occurring portals become more common."
Vlad walked away from the window as he continued. "That isn't to say that I expect holes leading to the Ghost Zone to pop up everywhere around the city. But I do suspect that the recent rise in ghosts will increase even further as we get nearer and nearer to this month's end."
"So you wanted to stop by and, what, warn me about this? Check for holes to another dimension floating around the house?" Danny couldn't help but snipe a little at Vlad, his mood gone sour at the news. Of course Halloween would mean more ghosts. Just great.
"Of course I came to warn you, Daniel. I am, as I've stated in the past, your ally." Vlad replied. "You must be wary of your surroundings, Daniel. Or have you forgotten that you live almost directly above an open gate leading straight into the realm of spirits?"
Danny frowned, sitting back down on his bed with a sigh.
"So even more ghosts are going to come flooding through my parents' portal, is that what you're saying? Wonderful." he said.
"Oh it won't be as dramatic as I'm sure you're imagining." Vlad assured. "It will mostly be small spirits showing up more frequently. A few more powerful ghosts will be drawn here, but thankfully the ones you would need to worry about tend to stick to their own territories."
"Well, that's one good thing, I guess." Danny replied, feeling a bit relieved.
It took a moment before Vlad's words caused Danny to pause, looking up at the man.
"Wait, what do you mean by 'territories'?" he asked. "So really strong ghosts have pieces of the Ghost Zone that they claim as their own?"
"Exactly." Vlad answered with a smile. "It is a true mark of a powerful ghost to have a land or realm to call their own. You yourself have one, Daniel."
Danny's face went blank for one moment before his eyebrows shot up.
"You mean the other version of my house?" he said in surprise. "I just thought that was a reaction to the portal itself. You're saying I made that thing?"
"Yes, Daniel. The portal is very powerful in its own right, and it most definitely helped make you as strong as you are, but that floating island would not exist if not for you. It is your own territory, my boy."
"Couldn't you have just spelled this all out for me sooner?" Danny replied. "I'm not the smartest student in my class, you know."
"I didn't want to overwhelm you with too much information. Our last trip to the Ghost Zone together had been about your abilities. All the knowledge you need will come in time, Daniel. You don't need to worry about that."
"Does that mean you have your own territory somewhere in there?" Danny asked after a moment of silent thought.
Vlad nodded in reply.
"Could I go see it? Is it like a ghost version of your giant mansion, just floating out in the middle of nothing?" The mental image made Danny smile.
"I'm afraid it would take some time to reach it from here." Vlad said.
"Oh." Danny replied, wondering what other ghost territories might be nearby. All those doors must lead to different ghost's homes. Danny felt the urge to explore the Ghost Zone further than he had before, and see what he could find.
"Daniel." Vlad's voice took on a tone of warning, as though he could read Danny's intentions. "I must warn you to be very careful about where you tread in the Ghost Zone. As I said, very powerful ghosts hold realms there. You wouldn't want to stumble into one's lair by accident."
"Don't worry, I'm not about to wander inside some spooky looking door." Danny answered with a wave.
"Not doors, Daniel. Those are of little consequence. I'm talking about the massive castles or island forests you may discover. Do not get too close to them while you're alone."
"What castles and forests?" Danny asked. "All I've been seeing are doors."
"Then you haven't ventured nearly as far as I'd thought you had. Maybe you're more cautious than I had thought."
Danny frowned at his words, and Vlad gave a small chuckle.
"That wasn't an insult, my boy. It was a compliment, if anything. Please, continue to err on the side of caution. It will keep the hide on your back and the ectoplasm in your veins where it belongs."
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Possibly the worst thing Vlad did that day was assume that Danny would remain cautious after learning such interesting new things about the Ghost Zone. And as much as Vlad had truly meant it as a compliment, Danny couldn't help but correlate the word 'cautious' with the word 'coward'.
The dark-haired teen stood inside the lab with his two friends, having called them over after getting out of a movie-and-dinner plan involving his parents, Jazz, and Vlad.
"Alright, so how do I start filming with this thing?" Danny asked, adjusting the headset he wore.
It was a souped up gaming headset with a small battery-powered camera attached to one side. Tucker had created it so that he could record himself playing games at arcades, but had shelved it upon learning that the city's arcades forbade recordings in their facilities. Either way, Danny was honestly impressed with Tucker's tech prowess and creative skills.
"Right here." Tucker answered, reaching up and pressing a small button on the top of the camera. "Now just let it run. I'll be recording everything through my laptop."
He looked behind them toward the metal operating table, where Tucker had set up his computer. Danny hadn't bothered to fill the others in on just what went down on that table. It would have just freaked them out.
"Alright, let's do this." Danny said, shaking such thoughts from his mind. He turned his gaze on the glowing portal.
Danny couldn't help but feel a bit of apprehension. He would need to be careful not to give away his secret hidden inside the other bedroom. While the logical side of his brain assured him that his friends couldn't very well see through walls, another part urged at him to visit his old body. Who knew when he would get another chance.
Danny closed his eyes briefly, once again banishing unwanted thoughts away. He needed to keep his head about him if he wanted to venture into unexplored areas of the Ghost Zone. Vlad's words of warning hadn't been completely lost on him, hence why he technically wasn't doing this alone.
'If I get eaten by something, Sam and Tucker won't be able to help, but they sure will get some good camera footage.' Danny's mind quipped at him.
"Ready when you are, dude." Tucker said, having walked over to his computer.
"Got your phone?" Sam called from her chair, having been silently poring through various paranormal texts she had brought with her.
Danny waved it in the air as he walked toward the portal, stepping through it in a few strides. As soon as he entered, he lifted off his feet and ascended through the floors of the house, coming to hover over the top of the warped Fenton Works.
Looking around and seeing nothing unusual, Danny brought out his cellphone and dialed Sam's number. She picked up before the first ring could finish.
"Can you see everything alright?" Danny asked, adjusting the headset once more.
"Yeah." Sam answered. "It's amazing."
Tucker's agreement could be heard in the background, and Danny smiled, feeling relieved at having successfully avoided being drawn to his old body.
"Why is it all doors?" Sam asked as Danny looked around slowly, giving his friends a good view of the area.
"I'm not sure, really." Danny answered, picking a direction and flying slowly away from his home. "I guess they're like mini realms for smaller ghosts."
"Go in one!" came Tucker excited voice.
"No way." Danny replied. "Been there, done that. It was creepy."
"Oh yeah, you told us about that spooky tv kid." Sam said.
The three lapsed into silence, all taken up with viewing Danny's surroundings as he ventured further and further from the house, and the portal.
Danny was equal parts wanting to go further and equal parts wanting to fly back to the safety of his little island. He pressed onward steadily for what felt like hours.
"Hey guys," he asked, suddenly aware of their limited time. "How long have I been in here?"
"Umm," Sam answered slowly. "Like forty minutes. Don't worry, we still have time."
If Danny didn't have faith that Vlad knew he would be in the Ghost Zone, and therefore not let his parents arrive back home early, Danny would be more than a little nervous at the risk they were all taking. As it were, he felt safe to assume he had about four hours to explore and then get back.
"Woah, what's that?" Sam's voice cut through his thoughts.
"Huh?" Danny asked, coming to a stop.
"To your right."
Danny turned his head, and was surprised to see a far away building. Its figure was hard to make out from its distance, but it was the first thing other than a door Danny had seen so far.
"Wow." he couldn't help but comment out loud.
"What are you waiting for, dude." came Tucker's comment in the background.
"Hey, let me sit back in awe for a second." Danny replied, but quickly began flying toward the distant object, his speed increased significantly.
"Dang you can go fast!" Tucker laughed.
Danny grinned in silent response, and did a few spins, flying closely past a nearby door.
His friends' enthusiastic laughs and comments buzzed in Danny's ear as he soared through the empty space. However, as time passed and the building became only barely closer, the excitement dropped a few levels. Danny stopped doing spins and somersaults and began flying in a straight line for the building as fast as he could manage.
"Don't wear yourself out, Danny." Sam cautioned after a few minutes silence.
"How long has it been?" Danny asked.
"Hour and a half." Sam answered.
"It's further away than it looks." Danny said in growing frustration.
Why was everything here so far apart? Now it really was feeling like outer space. It was going to take years of traveling just to reach anything else.
Finally, after twenty more minutes, of which Danny spent nearly all of it just flying, with the small sidestop at a particular door with a shiny faux diamond doorknob. Tucker had begged him to open it, claiming there could be ghost treasure inside.
To shut him up, Danny had torn open the door and peeked inside, only to be screamed at by a slightly melted human figure. It stood up from its seat at a white vanity and threw a hand mirror right at Danny's face. He ducked, the item sailing over his head, and slammed the door shut.
Jetting away quickly, Danny listened to Tucker go between laughing hysterically and shrieking at the disturbing image of the woman-figure. Sam muttered comments of her own away from the phone, and Danny only picked up on a few curse words.
"Not doing that again." was Danny's only comment as he focused on nearing his destination.
It could now be clearly identified as a castle, with tall thin spires rising up. Large flags floated out in the windless sky, the heraldry stitched upon them torn beyond recognition.
Danny slowed down to a stop as he reached the outer wall. Cautiously, he reached out a hand to touch the pale stone. It lay firm under his touch, and Danny hovered back, looking for an entrance.
"Just fly up to one of the tower windows." Sam advised. "If something guards that place, I'm sure it keeps an eye on the front door."
"Good thinking." Danny replied, flying up the side of the castle and searching for a window.
Halfway up one of the towers was what he searched for, and Danny turned invisible before fazing through the old stained glass. Inside he found nothing more than a small circular room with a stone staircase.
He drifted slowly down, being completely silent, phone pressed against his ear. He quickly came to the end of the stairway, reaching a hallway. A long faded purple rug ran its entire length. Danny fazed through a few walls, entering an empty kitchen, dining hall, and what looked like a parlour. Everything was still, with not a hint that anyone called this castle home.
Danny then passed through another wall and found himself in a large empty room, with a high ceiling and statues of armor set up against the walls. Banners hung as well, but like the flags, their motifs were torn completely off, leaving the shredded remains to hang in tatters.
"Look for treasure." Tucker commented, thankfully in a quiet tone.
"I think everything of value's already been cleared out." Danny whispered back. He'd not seen a single piece of glinting silver or gold, and aside from the statues, the place was barren of decorations.
"Go to the throne room." Sam suggested.
"Where would that be?" Danny asked.
"I'm pretty sure you're in the main hall, so just follow it down to that entrance." she replied.
Danny did as told, letting go of his invisibility as he reached the arched entryway at the end of the hall. Large, heavy-looking curtains hung from either side, their once rich purple faded almost to grey in most places.
As Sam predicted, a slightly smaller room lay beyond the archway. Toward its end, the stone floor rose up a level, and in its centre sat a throne.
Well, most of a throne. Its upper half was torn almost completely away, splinters of it still scattered about. Whatever wood the throne had been carved from was definitely made to last. Its deep dark hue hadn't faded one bit, unlike everything else.
Twin "wows" came from both Tucker and Sam as Danny landed on his feet, standing before the imposing oversized chair. He reached out and brushed a stray splinter off the purple cushion, watching it land with barely a sound on the stone.
"Hey." Came Sam's voice suddenly, causing Danny to jump in fright.
"Jeeze, Sam, cough first." Danny said, lifting back into the air once more.
"Sorry," she said, a smile clear in her tone. "Just wanted to give you a heads up that you should probably start heading back now. It took you almost two hours to get there."
"Oh, right." Danny said, suddenly remembering the long flight home. He groaned in annoyance, ascending quickly through the castle ceiling, ignoring the rooms he passed.
Once he was out, Danny realised another dilemma.
"Hey, which direction is the house?"
"Shit." Sam said in reply.
"Wait wait, don't panic." Tucker said quickly. "Find the window you came in from. Then head opposite from it; that's the way back home."
"Thanks, Tuck." Danny answered in relief. For a second, he had truly thought he'd screwed up big time.
He flew toward the tower he felt was the one he'd entered.
"You know," Sam spoke as he peeked in through the window. "We should really think about mapping this place. You know, so you can explore while not getting completely lost."
Danny was happy to find that his guess was correct, and having found the right window, turned away from it and began flying as fast as he could back out into empty space.
"Good idea." he said. "We can hopefully make this a regular thing. I'd have to get Mr Masters' help, though."
"For what?" Sam asked, an edge in her voice. She obviously didn't like Vlad very much. Had said he gave her the creeps, and Danny could honestly understand why.
"Well someone would need to distract my mom and dad so we wouldn't have to worry about getting found out."
"Oh yeah." Sam replied, still not too pleased at the thought of Vlad being in on their exploration.
"Easy, Sam. He's been a great help so far." Danny assured.
"Just hurry up and get back here." she said. "I'm starting to get creeped out just watching all that empty silence."
"It's not so bad." Danny laughed. "I actually kinda like it. Though I do wish I could see more ghosts hanging around."
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Jack's voice could be heard booming happily through the garage walls all the way up to Danny's bedroom, where the three kids were finishing homework assignments, at Sam's behest. If they were going to be spending the night, then they might as well get some assignments done, she'd reasoned.
Tucker wanted to scan through the video he had recorded, but neither Sam nor Danny really wanted to watch four hours of mostly empty space after having just went through it already.
"Show it to us when you've edited out the boring bits." Danny had said tiredly.
"Danny, we're home!" Maddie called from the living room. She had to shout over Jack's loud ramblings. Apparently combining a movie with a cool twist ending plus dinner with wine afterward made Jack want to discuss the movie in detail with anyone who would listen.
There was no way on earth Danny was going downstairs.
"Okay, Mom!" he called back down. "Sam and Tucker are here to spend the night!"
Silence was his reply for several seconds before his door opened up. Maddie looked in the three with a tired smile.
"Do you kids need anything?" she asked.
"No Mom, we're fine." Danny answered.
"It's pretty late, you know. You've got school tomorrow."
"We're going to sleep soon." Danny assured.
"Alright then, sleep tight."
With that, Maddie closed the door with a click, her quiet steps retreating back downstairs. The three friends went about dragging out blankets and pillows while they listened to Maddie pull Jack away from a one-sided conversation on the film's foreshadowing. He was eventually led upstairs, where his heavy steps ended in his bedroom.
Jazz could be heard soon after, sighing loudly in relief and heading to her own room. Vlad was completely silent as he presumably headed to his guest room on the ground floor. Danny hoped he wasn't too annoyed by his dad's antics already. He was going to be asking him to go out with them more often, after all, if they wanted to make any headway on Sam's map idea.
Tucker and Sam were soon laying spread out across Danny's floor, their eyes glued to the tv as they watched a favorite horror film. Despite their excitement over finally seeing the Ghost Zone, they were both quickly overcome with exhaustion and fell asleep.
Danny was quick to follow, the hours of flying at breakneck speed having taken their toll on him. He too quickly fell into a dreamless sleep, filled with blackness and the calm sensation of flying.
#ersatz au#danny phantom#vlad masters#the ghost zone#gz lore and exploration chapter is basically all this is#maybe some day i'll have all the chapters here#i cant believe how many chapters this damn fic has what have I done!!??
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Canadian Girl
Chapter Seven
Previous Chapter
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 3528
Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Fluff, Stereotyping of Canadians (I'm allowed, I am one)
Hand going to the com in his ear, Steve bellowed, “Bucky!?”
“Incoming. Three dozen hostiles, fast-moving ground force and communications chatter. We’re inbound in ten.” Bucky’s voice was gruff as it came through the com.
Steve had asked them to hang back, wanting time to sort things out with Kennedy before they descended en masse to meet her again. Now he regretted making them wait. Gritting his teeth, Steve hauled Kennedy up in front of him and urged her across the ice.
“What the hell, Buck!? Why are they here? How? Who?” he asked on the run.
“Hydra. There was a leak. They know she figured out the formula. They’re coming for Kennedy.”
The door to the house burst open, and four men with rifles were suddenly shooting over their heads. “Kennedy!?”
“My family!” she called as she raced across the snow with him towards the house. Clearing the steps to the covered porch, she slammed through the door. “Son of a bitch, Steven! This is my home! What did you bring with you?!”
“Everyone inside!” he bellowed, waving the men off the porch.
“Captain Rogers!” Kennedy fairly screamed.
Striding across the room, he ignored the men staring at him. Taking her by the wrist, he tugged her to his chest. “They’re not here for me. They know about the serum!”
“… what?” she gasped. “No one but Stark and your team knows I finished! How’s that even possible?”
“There was a leak! We don’t know where it came from yet, but the rest of the team is on their way.”
Her face was deathly pale, fear in her eyes.
The com in his ear crackled again. “Bucky?”
“Intel came back. The leak didn’t come from our end.”
“What are you saying, Buck?”
“Did Kennedy tell her family she finished?”
Steve looked sharply at her.
Kennedy froze.
“Kennedy,” he said softly, trying to break it to her gently.
“No… no, you’re wrong!”
“Kennedy.”
“You’re going to tell me one of my family sold me out? To Hydra!?”
A whole bunch of weapons cocked, and Steve glanced around the room. Hard faces, most matching hers in some way, four men, three women, and a few kids. Too many civilians. “Who isn’t here that should be?”
“Now, hold on there! No one would sell out our Kenny!” One man snarled, tightening his grip on his rifle.
The big man, oldest in the room, was most likely her father, Jonas. Grey at the temples with weathered skin, he was still very fit. Taking into account the size of the ranch, Steve knew he was definitely a working man.
“Sir, I’m sorry, but it is the only viable conclusion. Five people knew Kennedy was done. Myself, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, and Tony Stark. None of us would do it, so you tell me. Who’s not here who should be?”
Closing her fists in his jacket, Kennedy drew Steve’s eyes back to her. She looked completely devastated.
“Danny. Danny was here that first day when I got here. He's been gone these last two,” she said.
“No!”
“Matt,” Kennedy sighed.
“He wouldn’t do that, Kenny!” Matt shook his head only to duck when a bullet exploded the window to his left.
Everyone dropped to the floor. “You got a basement?” Steve asked.
“Root cellar.” Jonas nodded.
That would do. Steve turned to face the woman on the floor with him. “Good. Kennedy, take the women and the kids and go down there.”
“No, Steven! I can help!” She clutched at his coat.
“You don’t like guns, Kennedy. I’m not going to put you in that situation.” He shook his head.
Jonas looked at his daughter long and hard before sighing. “Is that what she told you?”
Frowning, Steve nodded.
“Jonas, don’t.”
The woman who spoke was, again, older, and he assumed it was Mary, Kennedy’s mother.
“Mom.” Kennedy smiled sadly. “It’s alright. I’m not going to let anything happen to my family.”
“But… sweetie. All the work you’ve put in…” A tear fell down Mary’s cheek.
Shaking her head, Kennedy reached for her mother’s hand. “It won’t matter in the long run if one of you is hurt because I did nothing. Take Suzy and May, gather the kids, and go down in the cellar.”
They were all scared and crying. Steve could even hear a baby fussing.
Her mom nodded, eyes sad but resigned, and scrambled away with the others.
Kennedy turned her teary eyes to him, and his heart cracked in two when she placed a hand on his chest. “I’m sorry. I was going to tell you. You deserve to know the truth. Guess I’ll just have to show you instead.”
More bullets came through the windows.
He jerked his shield over them both. “Kennedy? What are you talking about?”
“It’s not so much that I don’t like guns but… bad things happen when I’m around them,” she said, touching his face.
It took a minute before it dawned on him. “You’re inhuman?” he whispered, shocked.
“Not just her.”
He lifted the shield enough to see her father and brothers. “All of you?” Each of them opened their hands and let the rifles float before them. “Telekinetic?”
“The boys and I are. Kennedy’s specialty is a bit more…” Jonas glanced at her daughter.
“Destructive,” she whispered. “Makes sense that Danny would be the one…”
“You were nine, sweetheart. If he’s holding a grudge over something that was an accident, then he’s a damn fool. Why I’ll wring the scrawny kid’s neck for putting you through this. For forcing my baby to do what you’ve fought against for so long!” Jonas vowed.
“Dad.” Kennedy shook her head. “I’m sorry, Steven. When the Accords went into effect, and they started making inhumans register, there were very quick repercussions. Many lost their jobs, their livelihoods, and in some cases their lives. My power is reactive. I have to will it to work. I stopped using it years ago when I hurt Danny.” She sighed. “My brothers only use theirs about the ranch. We’re harmless, really, but for all we preach in Canada about tolerance and acceptance, even here the prejudice and fear has been present. It was just better no one knew.”
“We weren’t taking the risk when Kennedy had the chance to do some real good in her field. Then she got that job for Stark…” Jonas shrugged.
“Stark was the one who was so gung-ho for us all to be registered. Had I known it was Tony I was working for, I never would have taken the job. But once I was in, the lure of the serum was too strong. My Aunt, Danny’s mom, has MS. It's why she and Uncle Tom aren’t here. The applications for her disease alone…” she shook her head, climbed slowly to her feet. “Guess, in the end, we were both liars.”
He was on his feet with his hands in her hair. Holding her face still he kissed her mouth hard, uncaring about her watching family. Resting their foreheads together Steve slowly shook his head. “I lied to get close to you. You’re protecting your family.”
“A lie is still a lie,” she said, reaching for his shield. “I need this.”
“And you’ll have it, but it ain’t coming off my arm, doll.” He wasn’t letting her go out there alone.
As if on cue a hard voice called out, “Give us Doctor Jones, and we won’t kill everyone in the house! You have two minutes to comply before we burn you out!”
Ignoring the man outside, Steve said, “What else do you need, baby?”
***
Swallowing her fear, Kennedy’s hand shook slightly when she pulled the gun from his hip, placing it on the coffee table. “Do you have any others? Any ammo?” Three more guns and a few clips were placed with the first. “Just like that?”
“Just like that,” he agreed. “I’ve seen too much of what inhuman’s can do not to listen.”
Her eyes filled with his trust. Fighting back the tears, she turned to her father. “Dad?” All the guns in the house along with the excess ammo appeared on the table, the boys adding their rifles. “I love you guys.”
“You keep that until after, Kennedy Marie Jones!” Jonas gruffed tears in his eyes as well.
“You’ll be fine, sis.” Matt nodded.
“You got this, little girl. You’ve always been the best of us.”
“Oh, Jesse.” Kennedy gave a watery gasp as Steven’s arm wrapped her waist.
“Seeing how no one else has said it, nice to meet you, Captain,” Henry nodded towards Kennedy. “You take care of her now.”
“Roger that.” Steve nodded back.
“You know what to do?” Kennedy looked to her dad.
“We got our end. You do you, darling.” He smiled for her though it was forced.
She knew this scared him spitless, knowing what she was about to do. “Okay. Steven, when everything goes off, you’re going to want to duck.” She looked up at his bright blue eyes which were filled with concern.
“Kennedy? I don’t understand what you’re going to do.”
“Big boom, man. Really, really big boom,” Henry stated.
“You’re so not funny, Henry. Just get those weapons outside!” Huffing, Kennedy moved towards the door.
Steven went with her.
“I’m coming out!” she called through it. “Don’t shoot me!”
Steven opened the door, sliding his shield in front of her, stepping out behind her. When she made for the stairs, he held her back.
“Kennedy?”
“I have to be closer,” she said softly.
“How close? You didn’t say anything about distance.”
“Pretty close.” She knew he never would have agreed to this if he knew the truth. It was why she’d asked for the shield. Now, she’d be leaving it behind.
“Give us the woman, Captain, and no one else needs to get hurt!”
Else? What did he mean by else? “What’s that mean?” she called out, and immediately wished she hadn’t. “Danny…” she whispered, horrified, staring at the head which rolled from the bag and trembled.
“You don’t have to do this,” Steve said. “The team’s five minutes out.”
“They won’t make it in time. This is my family, Steven.” Placing her hand on his shield arm, she gently pushed it away, catching the eyes of her dad through the window. “Stay here.”
“Kennedy!” He hissed. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Don’t forget to duck,” she whispered, smiling sadly before walking away down the steps into the yard.
He would have lunged for her, but the look she’d sent her father was a message in itself. Her dad would hold Steven back. Keep him out of danger. She just hoped it didn’t earn her father a punch in the end.
She walked past Danny’s sightless eyes and severed head, keeping her face turned away as she approached the foremost Hydra agent.
“Here, I’m right here. Now leave my family alone!” she demanded.
She took the butt of the man’s gun to her cheek in response. It knocked her to the ground, and she cried out, pain exploding through her skull.
“Kennedy!” Steve hollered.
A glance his way showed him straining against the invisible ties that bound him. She’d never seen anyone break free of her dad’s bonds before, but it was close. An urgency to get this done before he could sent her struggling to her knees.
“For god sake, Bucky!” Steve cried.
“You do not make demands of Hydra. Hydra makes demands of you!” the agent snarled.
He went to hit her again but paused, making Kennedy smile. His gun had started to glow red hot, all of them had. He released it only to watch it float on air.
“Hydra can kiss my ass,” Kennedy sneered, stumbling to her feet. “Now!”
All the guns from the house flew out the door.
Steve ducked as they whizzed past his head.
Holding her hands up, Kennedy took two steps back, one to the side. She clenched her fists and chaos ensued.
Every speck of gunpowder in every round of ammo exploded all at the same time. It was why she'd made them give her the guns, just to be certain there wasn’t residual powder in them which would blow and hurt anyone inside the house.
The concussive blast threw her across the yard where she landed hard on her back. Pain made her hiss when the shrapnel embedded in her skin. “That… was… a big one…” she wheezed. She’d never set off quite that many rounds before, realizing belatedly they’d had grenades, too.
The ringing in her ears was intense. Her vision was blurry, causing her to squint when the shapes of what appeared to be people gathered around her. There was a whole lot of muffled nonsense before her head cleared enough to make sense of it all.
“Kennedy!? Kennedy, can you hear me?”
“Yeah, yeah. Stop yellin’ already, Steven.” She batted her hands at him where his hovered near her face.
The clanking sound she heard next caused her whole body to stiffen in alarm. Kennedy may have never met him, or seen him in his Iron suit, but there was no mistaking the sound of Tony Stark when he landed.
“Kennedy,” Steve said, placing his hand on her cheek. “It’s going to be fine. Tony’s not going to hurt you. Don’t be scared.”
“He put half of you in prison. He had to have seen what I can do. You can’t guarantee that,” she whispered hoarsely.
“I can, baby,” he vowed it. “Where’s it hurt, doll?”
“Everywhere,” she quipped. “I blew up, Steven.”
“Something I’d really like to know how you accomplished, Doctor Jones.”
She stiffened more, terror screaming through her.
“Kennedy.”
“Steven,” she whispered, feeling the call of the explosives in Tony’s suit. “I really don’t want to blow up your friend.” But she was too scared to control her power for long.
“Tony, you’re going to want to back off.” Steven looked at the man in the red and gold suit.
Instead of doing what he’d asked, the suit split open, and Stark walked out of it. “Shit it’s cold out here,” Tony groused, rubbing his arms.
It was like an itch under her skin. She finally cried out, “Dad!”
With a flick of his wrist, Jonas tossed the empty shell of the suit across the yard.
Kennedy sagged in relief.
“There’s a reason she doesn’t do guns,” Jonas glared at Tony Stark who was glaring right back.
“You do know those are expensive, right?” Tony stated.
Sitting up, Kennedy pressed her hand to her temple and was unimpressed when it came back bloody. “Would you rather it exploded, Mr. Stark?”
She made to glare at Tony only to catch the devastation all around her.
Smoking piles of blackened remains darkened the snow.
“Oh… oh god…” she gasped.
It was a slaughter. One she’d caused with nothing more than her will.
A great, heaving sob wrenched from her when she realized it spread out from the house quite a distance. Bile filled her throat.
Turning away, she emptied her stomach in the snow, heaving over and over. Once she was finally done, she wiped her mouth and shifted to her knees.
***
“Easy, doll.” Moving with her, Steve scooped her off the ground, ignoring everyone, and headed for the house. Watching her grieve just destroyed him.
“I killed them all,” she whispered, horrified and turned her face into his chest. “I didn’t think… so much gunpowder. It was too big.”
There was no softening the blow. Steve could only press his lips to her hair. “But you saved the rest of us.”
“Does that justify the killing?” she asked, head lolling back on his shoulder.
The woman from earlier, her mother, appeared and pointed up the stairs, mouthing third door on the left.
Steve nodded his thanks. “You can’t justify taking a life, Kennedy. But you weigh the bad with the good, and you learn to live with it. Those were Hydra agents. They would have killed everyone here to get to you. Would have used your family to get what they wanted from you even after you surrendered. You did what you needed to protect the people you love.”
Walking into the room, he took in the hockey posters, the ones of some rock group called Nickleback, the ones that had pictures of two movie stars both named Ryan and the pink and black bedding on the queen sized bed.
There was a microscope on the desk, books on biology and chemistry on the bookcase, and a host of fascinating paraphernalia which spoke of her childhood; ribbons and trophies on the mantle of the fireplace in her room he would check out later.
The size of the house was just mind-blowing.
Setting her gently on the bed, he walked into the bathroom, returning with a cup of water and a damp cloth. Handing her the water, he wiped the blood from her temple while she cleaned her mouth. Moving slowly, he began to draw down the zipper on her coat. “Let’s check the damage, baby.”
It was shredded in places with downy feathers sticking out, spots of red darkening her jeans. Shrugging out of her coat, Kennedy hissed in pain. There was a sliver of metal in her left shoulder which caught on her jacket.
“Easy there. Let me see.” Steve gently peeled the coat off the sharp piece of shrapnel. Blood had soaked into the white t-shirt beneath. It had him gritting his teeth. There was no way they could get her shirt off without really hurting her. He took the knife from his boot. “Hope this wasn’t a favourite of yours.”
“It’s fine.” She sounded exhausted.
“You still with me, Kennedy?”
She didn’t answer.
Sliding the knife up her sleeve, he made quick work of cutting it off her, allowing the fabric to fall away from her wound, baring her chest in the process. If his eyes were drawn downward, it was only to ascertain she didn’t have other shrapnel embedded anywhere else. Not because the white lace of her bra was edged in ribbon which matched the colour of her eyes, or because she had a smattering of freckles across the swell of her breast.
Swallowing hard, he turned his mind back to the task at hand, gently probing around the wound, ascertaining how deep the metal went. “Looks like… a piece of rifle stock.”
“Could be. It all just blows up. I don’t have control over how big or small the pieces are.” She sighed, refusing to look at him. “I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me after this.”
“What are you talking about?” Taking ahold of the metal, he gave it a sharp tug to pull it out, causing her to grunt softly in pain. There was more sticking out than in, thankfully. The wound a minor one.
She was surprisingly unscathed for someone in the midst of all that power.
“I already told you, I don’t care about things, Kennedy. I care about you. You’re my girl.” He pressed the cloth to the welling blood.
Kennedy closed her eyes while closing her fingers in his coat. “I never said yes.”
Looking to her face, Steve found a smile playing on her lips, and gently touched her cheek. When her head lifted and her eyes came into view, he murmured, “It would be really easy to fall in love with you, Kennedy. So easy, I may have already done it.”
“Steven,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him softly. Her hand went to his chest. She slid it up behind his neck into his hair.
Drawing her closer as she kissed him, it was like he could taste the emotion that writhed in her heart.
“Eh-hem.” The throat clearing broke them apart.
She blushed at the grin on her mother’s face. “Mom?”
“Sorry for interrupting, but I think it would be best if I help Kennedy. Captain Rogers might want to step between your father and Mr. Stark before Jonas punts the Iron Man’s behind into the pond.” She walked in the door and held out her hand as Steve stood to his feet. “I’m Mary, and I’m very happy to see you and Kennedy have cleared up your misunderstanding.”
Shaking her hand, Steve smiled for he could see where Kennedy had gotten her looks from. “It’s a pleasure, ma’am.”
“Mom’s the one that helped me see your side of things.” Kennedy smiled at her mother as she pressed the cloth to her shoulder.
“Then I am doubly pleased to meet you, ma’am.”
“You call me Mary, Steven.” She grinned up at him. “But if you wouldn’t mind?”
The shouting had escalated to the point where he could hear it at this end of the house. But the jolt having her call him Steven had caused was substantial. He forced it down and nodded for her. “Mary. Kennedy, clean that shoulder.”
“Will do, Cap,” she quipped, smiling when her mother snickered.
Shaking his head, understanding now there was two of them, he headed down the stairs towards the shouting.
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#canadian girl#steve rogers#steve rogers fanfiction#captain america#captain america fanfiction#avengers#avengers au#avengers fanfiction
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I couldn’t come up with a good title for this quickly and I wanna post it now, so have a title-less ficlet. What is it? Why, it’s the scene in my King Stansort AU (where Ford finds out his estranged twin married a European queen) where Ford finally makes Stan upset enough that Stan kicks him out.
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“What the hell were you doing?” Stan demanded. Ford held up his hands placatingly.
“Calm down, Stanley, I was just examining the Royal Archives.” After Stan and the royal family were summoned for an emergency meeting of some sort, Ford had been told to do what he wanted until the meeting was over. And what Ford wanted to do was look through the immense archives. During the tour of the castle, Fiddleford had mentioned them offhand, explaining that they held the entire country’s history, stretching back to when society was first established in Lirone by immigrants from elsewhere in Europe.
So, Ford had found his way back to the archives, read the instructions on how to handle the delicate material, and dug in. But after only half an hour, Stan had burst through the doors and demanded Ford leave immediately. Now Ford stood in a secluded hallway, getting scolded by Stan. Stan’s guards, who escorted him everywhere, glanced at each other uncomfortably.
“You didn’t get permission to do that!” Stan said firmly.
“I wasn’t aware I needed permission.”
“You weren’t- sweet Moses, Ford, are you pretending, or you really that fucking stupid?” Stan asked. Ford bristled.
“I was told I had free rein-”
“Yeah, to do the other things you’ve done while you were here! Obviously, you’d like to go to the archives. I know that and so does Fidds. Don’t you think that if you were allowed, you woulda been there already?”
“I followed the instructions on handling the books,” Ford said. “To the best of my abilities, that is. There was additional instruction written in what I assume is Lironian.” Stan’s face paled. “Trust me, nothing will come of this.”
“You better be right about that.” Stan ran a hand through his hair. “Only the royal family can read what’s in the archives, Ford.”
“Not even historians are allowed to read the annals?” Ford asked. Stan grimaced.
“It depends.”
“It depends? Stan, people shouldn’t be kept in the dark about their country’s history. If they don’t know what’s happened in the past, how can they prevent themselves from repeating it?”
“It’s- everyone can learn about Lirone’s history,” Stan stammered. “Just not from the archives. They’re- they’re fragile.”
“Then why is the royal family allowed to read them, but not those trained in how to handle delicate documents?”
“I-” Stan looked away. “…It’s complicated, okay? Just let it go. We’ll go do something else, like go to the garden again. Danny and Daisy want you to tell them the English names for the plants there.”
“Let it go? No!” Ford’s outburst startled even him. Stan looked back at Ford, his expression guarded. “Why is everything so damn secretive, Stanley? Every other question I ask, I get told I’m not allowed to have the answer.”
“It’s above your pay grade.”
“Why?” Ford demanded. “Why?”
“It just is.”
“You’re my brother! And Fiddleford is my research partner. Whether the royal family likes it or not, I have the right to be involved. I have the right to at least know why there are so many secrets, even if you won’t tell me what those secrets are.” Stan merely stared silently at Ford. “Say something, dammit!” Ford shouted. One of Stan’s guards took a step closer to Ford.
“Fine!” Stan snapped. “You wanna know why we won’t tell you any of the secrets? It’s not just ‘cause they’re so high level that no one outside the castle knows them. It’s also ‘cause you can’t be trusted, Stanford!” Ford’s jaw dropped. “Fidds told me about your research. You’ve been obsessed with uncovering all this wild shit in Oregon.”
“You- you know about-”
“Yeah.” Stan scowled. “I also know that almost every single ‘anomaly’ you ‘discover’ doesn’t get a say in whether they’re part of your research or not. Maybe the unicorns or gnomes or whatever the fuck you study doesn’t want everyone to know about it. But you don’t give a shit. You’re still gonna publish it.” Stan met Ford’s eyes. “You can’t keep a secret.”
“That’s different! It’s for my research! If I don’t publish my findings-” Ford started. Stan turned away. Ford’s fury boiled over into rage. He grabbed Stan’s shoulder. “Look at me when I’m talking to-” The guard that had inched closer earlier promptly grabbed Ford and shoved him onto the floor, pinning his arms behind his back.
“Do not touch the king consort,” the guard said in thickly accented English. Ford tried to move his head to see Stan, but couldn’t. The guard had him in too tight of a hold.
“Marley, let him go, he wasn’t trying to attack me, he’s just pissed,” Stan said in a tired voice. The guard released Ford slowly. Ford got to his feet. He glared at Stan.
“I take it Lirone is now going to go to war with the United States?” he spat. “Given what I’ve been told about minding my manners and kowtowing to everyone here, that’s the only logical conclusion.” Stan rubbed his face.
“Look. I get you’re pissed. But-”
“All I wanted to do was comfort you in your hour of need. Offer reassurance when your wife was in danger,” Ford continued. Stan’s weariness morphed into anger. He grabbed Ford’s shirt and pulled him close.
“I didn’t ask you to do that,” Stan snarled. “I didn’t ask you to show up and turn my life upside down during the worst thing that’s happened to me since you watched Pops kick me out and didn’t do shit about it. Are we piling the manners on a bit thick? Yeah. But things aren’t exactly fine and dandy right now, in case you haven’t noticed. The queen, my wife, was almost assassinated. You’re good at pissing people off even when they’re not on edge. Hell, you upset Lute, the prince who cares least about being polite, within a minute of meeting him!”
“I didn’t realize-”
“No, you didn’t. Because you don’t realize anything. You don’t realize that the person who tried to kill my wife is still on the loose. You don’t realize that I have a million things to do and keeping my brother happy isn’t on the list. You don’t realize that you’re not allowed in certain rooms of a goddamn castle you’re a guest in.” Stan let go of Ford’s shirt. Ford stumbled back. “And when you find out that last one, you throw a fucking tantrum. Like one of my three-year-old daughters when we don’t let her stay up until midnight.” Stan looked at the guards. “Escort my brother off the premises.” The guard that had pinned Ford earlier immediately grabbed his arm.
“Stan-” Ford protested.
“I don’t have the time or energy to fuss over you,” Stan said, his face twisted in frustration and fury. “I have a meeting to get back to. A meeting on my wife’s assassination attempt.” He turned around. “I’ll tell Fidds to get your things and arrange for a plane back to the States. Where you won’t be yelling at me while I’m trying to keep my daughters from getting shot, too.” Stan stormed off. Once the echoes of heavy footsteps had faded, Ford looked at the guard holding him.
“You don’t need to have such a tight grip,” he said. The guard’s hold tightened further. Ford winced. “…I’ll stop talking.” The other guard rolled his eyes.
“That’s probably the smartest thing you’ve said since you’ve got here, Dr. Pines. Come on. The sooner we get you out of here, the sooner we get back to our job and the sooner you get back to yours.” After spending two weeks immersed in the drama of Stan’s new life, Ford’s research almost felt like it took place in a different lifetime. Ford let the guards lead him down the hall. The anger that had flared up during his argument with Stan was swiftly fading, being replaced by a hollow guilt.
“Right,” Ford said quietly. “My job.”
#anyone wondering why Stan is upset at the beginning#the Royal Archives have the magical history of Lirone as well as the human history#and the magical creatures in Lirone are a big secret#so Stan's worried about Ford finding out about the magical creatures#and then blurting it out#(and then he gets upset bc Ford finally finds the right button to push)#King Stansort AU#Stanley Pines#Stanford Pines#ficlet#my writing#speecher speaks
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Stay-at-Home Stan- Making dinner for his family
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What I wrote takes place in 1979, shortly after Danny and Daisy are born. I was going to write another scene taking place in 1989, when Emily and Emmett are about three, but it got late enough that I didn’t get a chance to. It still ended up being over 1000 words, though, so…
Anyways, enjoy Stan and his wife and babs.
Word count: 1203
Stan squinted at the pot of chilibubbling on the stove. He lifted the lidand sniffed experimentally. Satisfied bythe smell, he put the lid back.
Smells like it’s cookin’ pretty well. Good. But not thatsurprising. Even I can’t mess up Sally’sfamous recipe. Noise came over thebaby monitor sitting on the kitchen table. Shit. Stan rushed to the nursery before the crying couldwake Angie up. Please don’t let it be both of them. Please don’t let it be both of them. He opened the nursery door cautiously. The fussing was coming from the pale pink crib. Okay. It’s just Danny. He strode over to the crib and picked up hisinfant daughter.
“Hey, princess,” Stan saidgently. Danny stopped fussing almostimmediately. She stared up at him withwide eyes. “Really? That’s it? You don’t need a change, you’re not hungry, you just wanted to makenoise?” Danny continued to watch himsilently. “Well, I’m making dinner, so…” Stan carefully set Danny back in hercrib. She started to cry again. “Okay, okay!” Stan picked her up. She smiled athim.
Whatwas the thing Violynn told me? Angie wantedto be held all the time when she was a baby?
“You take after your ma, huh?”Stan asked. Danny giggled. “Yeah, you’re right. That’s a good thing.” Stan sighed. “Maybe not right now, though.” Henestled Danny in the crook of his arm. “Let’sgo finish up dinner, huh?” He exited thenursery and began to walk back to the kitchen. He stopped outside the door to his bedroom. “Wanna check on your ma?” Stan whispered toDanny. He opened the door as quietly as possible.
Angie was in her last week ofmaternity leave, and as a result, Stan insisted she get plenty of rest while shecould. Stan watched his wife sleep for afew moments. The pregnancy had gottenmore difficult near the end, making him of the opinion that she needed moretime before going back to work. But nowthat they had two kids, they needed the money.
Especially since I’m thinking of quitting my job. Stan’s gaze landed on the baby carrierViolynn had given them when she visited a few weeks ago. Now,there’s an idea.
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Stan whistled merrily as hebuttered some slices of bread.
“And now, we put the garlic onit,” he said to Danny, sprinkling garlic salt over the bread. Danny was currently in her carrier, strappedto Stan’s chest, laughing at everything Stan said. She let out another burst of giggles. “Geez, kid, I’m not that funny.” Danny laughedagain. Stan chuckled, amused by hisdaughter’s enthusiasm.
Merle said that we need to talk to the girls from the beginning likethey can understand us. That makes themlearn how to talk faster, and makes them bond with us more, and shit like that. Stan ruffled Danny’s hair. Also,it takes the edge off the loneliness. Still whistling, he placed the garlic bread in the oven to be toasted. At the sound of footsteps, he turned.
“Hey, Ang.” Clearly barely awake, Angie smiled blearilyat him. Her hair was sticking up in alldirections, her T-shirt rumpled, and one of her fluffy socks was only partiallyon. “You look gorgeous.” Angie snorted in amusement. “Is that my shirt?”
“Yeah,” Angie said, picking atit. “It’s comfy.”
“It looks better on you than onme.”
“Agree to disagree.” Angie waved at Danny, who had caught sight ofher and begun to babble earnestly. “Thatdaughter of yours is quite the cutie-pie.”
�� “She takes after her ma,” Stanreplied. Angie chuckled.
“You cookin’ with Danny in thatsling is one of the most adorable things I’ve seen lately. I wish I had my camera.” Angie pursed her lips. “By the way, hon, you didn’t have to makedinner.”
“You needed your sleep.”
“Stan-”
“And anyways, it’s good practice.”
“Practice fer what?”
“Cooking for the girls,” Stansaid. Angie cocked her head curiously. “And you. Just- it’s good to know how to cook.”
“I mean, I won’t stop ya if yawant to learn how to cook properly, but why are ya motivated all of a sudden?”she asked. Stan swallowed.
“Because…I want to quit.”
“Quit what?”
Maybe this conversation shouldhave waited until she was more awake. Angie’snot the fastest thinker right after waking up.
“My job.”
“Oh! Oh, yes, okay.” Angie frowned. “Why do ya want to quit yer job?”
“Look, I- I never really liked itanyways. Sellin’ cars to rubes isn’texactly my dream job. I’d prefer tospend time with the kids. You’re gonnahead back to work so soon, and the girls are so little, I don’t like the ideaof them spending the whole day without one of us. And it’s not like my job paid well. I didn’t get commission or health care and-” Angie held up a hand.
“Stanley. Stop. Yer ramblin’.” She sigheddeeply. “Clearly, this is somethin’ you’vebeen thinkin’ about fer a while.”
“Pretty much the second I heldthe girls.”
“Aw.” Angie smiled fondly. “That’s so sweet! But why didn’t you tell me you were thinkin’about it?”
“You were dealing with postpartum. I didn’t want to add anything to your plate,”Stan mumbled. “And I know that mequitting my job would make our budget tighter, so I can do part-time if I needto. I just can’t do full time anymore.” Angie walked over to the kitchen table andtook a seat.
“Childcare costs money, anyways,”she said softly. “Honestly, just takin’that and how poor ya get paid at that car place, I don’t know if it’d make toomuch of a dent in the budget.”
“So you’re fine with it?”
“Stanley, I grew up with both myparents effectively bein’ stay-at-home. Eventhough I expected that my kids wouldn’t be able to grow up that same way, Ididn’t like it. I think that spendin’time with yer children is necessary to forge strong bonds with ‘em.” Angie smiled. “If you want to be a stay-at-home dad, I’ll support ya.” Stan grinned. “We’ll have some logistics to figure out, but I don’t see anything wrongwith you quittin’ to become a full-time dad.” Angie sniffed the air. “Judgin’by the aromas in the kitchen right now, yer already gettin’ a good start to thecookin’ part of childcare.”
“You can thank your mom forthat. I got the recipe from her,” Stansaid. Crying emitted from the babymonitor. “Sounds like Daisy’s up.”
“Yep.” Angie stood. “I’ll grab her. Then I’ll feedboth of ‘em, and then we can have dinner.” Angie moved over to Stan. She planteda kiss on Stan’s cheek. “Thank you,darlin’.”
“You might not thank me once youactually eat it.”
“Mm, I beg to differ.” She left the room. Stan looked down at Danny, who was stillhappily strapped to his chest.
“You hear that, kid? Your dad’s gonna stop fleecing rubes for aliving.” Danny blew a raspberry. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep up my huckster skillsby teaching you and your sister how to con. You two are Pines kids. You’ll benaturals.”
#yes hello I would like ten of Stan doing things#while he's carrying his babs around in a baby bjorn#love dad Stan. love dadly Stan.#Stay at Home Stan AU#Stangie#Stanley Pines#Danica Pines#Angie McGucket#Stangie Family#NaNoWriMo 18#my writing#ficlet#ask#Anonymous
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