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Summary: Dean Winchester is in love with his best friend, a man he has never met, who goes by the handle AngelofThursday. Problem is, Thursday values his privacy and refuses to meet. Dean buries himself in his work at his bakery Slice of Pi and in computer games, desperately trying to move on from a man he can never have.
James Novak has problems of his own. Trying to cling onto what sense of security he can, he drifts around the city from café to coffee-shop to bar, using their wi-fi to keep his online footprint anonymous. He falls in lust with The Beautiful Man at his favourite coffee-shop, Study/Break, and turns to his best friend The_Michaelsword for advice.
6.5K word ZimBits AU based on the film Notting Hill. Bitty owns a Bakery/Bookstore, Jack is an NHL player. You don’t need to have seen the movie for this to make sense.
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Bitty bought the bookstore with an inheritance left by his MooMaw. It does nothing to ease his feeling of loss, but every time he steps inside he is overcome by a feeling of rightness. That she would somehow approve of his bakery-bookshop combination. He hadn’t wanted to get rid of the books, and customers come in to relax and start reading something with their coffee and pie. They often walk out with a book as well as more pie. It won’t ever make him rich, but it does make him happy.
He has his regulars, and then he has the people that work with him, and then he has the tourists that inundate the area every spring, summer and fall. So he gets by and makes enough to pay the mortgage on his little two-bedroom apartment a few blocks over, and he doesn’t feel like his life is lacking anything. Sometimes he wonders what it might be like to have someone to share everything with, but he’s had a couple of disastrous relationships and actually had to share everything, so he’s happy. Content.
So I’ve been trying to come up with some October Batfamily headcanons, and what if Bruce took his family apple picking? Like he would just cram Dick, Jason, Cass, Tim, and Damian into this huge Dad Van™ and drive them all the way to Kansas to pick some apples. More specifically, the Kent family farm, where he gets a discount even though he’s a billionaire but everyone loves a good bargain. Anyways, just imagine poor Bruce being so done trying to force his kids to be normal functioning human beings for once. He is just walking around, whistling and picking apples, all the while doing his best to ignore what his hyperactive kids are doing behind him.
Like Dick is swinging around on all of the tree branches, doing these intricate flips and twirls, occasionally falling ten feet and crying for Bruce to save him. And then there’s Damian who found a worm on an apple and it touched his hand so he’s running around screaming and waving his contaminated hand in the air like a crazy person. Jason was jogging behind Dami, screaming at him to stop drop and roll, but then accidentally crashing into a horse that kicked him in the face so now he’s unconscious. Tim had found Kon and was sitting perched on his shoulders as he flew him around, throwing sticks at Cass as she ran around chucking pebbles at him like bullets. Just. Poor Broose. Somebody save him from his children’s antics. He seriously regrets ever thinking that getting even one sidekick was a good idea.
It’s even worse when they get home. First of all, they picked and purchased 400 apples. Why? Because they’re insane, that’s why. And second, Dick insisted that they all help out Alfred in the kitchen and bake every last apple into as many pies as they could make. Once again, insanity since not even they could eat all of those pies.
So there they are in the kitchen, poor Alfred having given up long ago before they’d even finished peeling more than a few apples. He was very smart to leave, as five siblings baking in the kitchen all at once was not a good idea. It’s remarkable how this family functions so well as superheroes, but so horribly at being a normal family that doesn’t create chaos wherever they go.
All around the room the fleet of teenage vigilantes is creating a giant mess of chaos. They got through about five pies, but then Tim sliced his finger with an apple peeler and started freaking out. He got a drop of blood on Damian’s arm, so the kid punched him in the face. Dick scolded him for punching his brother, but then Jason threw a sack of flour at him in frustration when Dick knocked his perfectly made dough on the floor. Dick then tackled him for getting flour in his eyes and, but as he knocked Jay to the ground they accidentally took Cass out with them, getting a whole bowl full of sticky ingredients in her hair. So Cass was chasing around Dick with a frying pan, Dick was trying to get Jason with a knife, Damian was riding Titus around like a war horse, and Tim was just curled in a ball on the floor sobbing over his boo boo.
Around midnight Bruce waltzes into the kitchen for some tea only to discover the biggest mess to ever be in Alfred’s spotless kitchen in Wayne history. They were all tangled in a pile on the floor, officially tuckered out after trying to murder each other for a couple hours. There were six pies on fire in the oven, several blobs of dough stuck to the ceiling, and pretty much the entire contents of the kitchen all over the floor, the counter, and his kids. Bruce doesn’t really even react at this point. He kind of just gives a long exhausted sigh, steps over the sleeping Batkids, and proceeds to make himself some tea, simply walking out when he was done. He’s just so tired and not even Superman could handle these kids at the moment. He does wish he hadn’t taken them apple picking, though. Yet another thing they are no longer allowed to do on family outings anymore.
Christmas, Gabriel figured, was just another day when you were a soldier, super enhanced or not. Stuck at where they were, it wasn’t exactly a cozy little winter wonderland.
At least the food tended to better this time of year, roasted turkey and stuffing replacing the plain old chicken breasts and steamed vegetables. Not to mention the pies, slices large enough to satisfy even his own large sweet tooth.
Working on his third slice, this one chocolate pecan, Gabriel brushed crumbs off the file he was reading to his new charge. Recently inducted into the program, Gabriel had taken one Jack Morrison under his wing, the skinny little blond taking surprisingly quickly to the rigorous environment.
“-So, they want us to work on your accuracy, but believe that with the next round of injections your speed can be- Jack!”
Snapping out of it, Jack jumped, nearly upturning his mess tray before turning to Gabriel with a sheepish smile.