fleace

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So, my gradfather died almost a year ago. I was very close to him in the way that we were alike. 

This year my aunt gave me a blanket. It is his shirts, all cut up and sewn onto some fleace to make a warm thing. It even still has buttons on it and all. 

He loved plaid. 

But my point is, it make me laugh because I want someone to do this with the Winchester’s clothes one day. I imagine that Sam dies and Dean would have this blanket of his shirts. All sewn together so he could wrap himself in them. Or if Dean dies Sam does this. It would be beautiful.

Neverending Arguments

Fandom: The Crew/RageGamingVideos (Technically)

Pairing: Fluke/Peace. F/M.

Rating: General Audiences.

Tags: CaptainFluke, female!Fluke, PeaceHF, Evanz111 (mentioned), fluff, Hallo-wii-kend stream stuff, general cuteness.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 778 (could’ve been more honestly)

Description: General fluffy cuteness based on this stream. Fluke and Peace argue over why on Earth Peace would choose Evanz over Fluke.

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“I said I was sorry!” Peace exclaimed. The zombie’s usual smile had vanished and was instead replaced by a look of guilt and worry.

“I can’t believe you’d pick Evanz over me!” The witch yelled back. They had been arguing for over half an hour now and Fluke was not giving up, although Peace’s adorableness was making it difficult to do so.

“I was just joking! Fluke, you are my true love! Evanz is my… second true love. But you’re my first true love!” The zombie stammered, finding it somewhat difficult to explain the reason behind his words a few minutes prior.

Fluke sighed. Why did she keep that stupid zombie around? Of course, Fluke created Peace when she was drunk but that doesn’t mean he absolutely has to stay, does it? Fluke never asked for this anyway. The stupid spell had backfired and she ended up with a zombie with a drinking problem (which he totally didn’t adapt from Fluke). Sure, 500 years can make you go crazy when you’re alone but this wasn’t at all what she wanted!

“What does that even mean? He’s your ‘second true love’?” Fluke questioned, putting emphasis on 'true’.

Peace shrugged, “I’m open to options. The second is only if you decline me; it’s a back-up plan.” he replied casually only to be met with an annoyed glance from the witch.

Peace scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “It’s practical, right?” The corners of his mouth twitching slightly and in a few seconds the normal lopsided smile was back.

Fluke grumbled as she felt her anger diminishing, “Stop being adorable, I’m angry at you!” Fluke’s failed attempt at making Peace settle down and stop his cuteness only got her an even wider smile.

Fluke strutted over to the kitchen and turned an old radio on in hopes that Peace would take it as a hint to stay the fuck away. But of course he didn’t. Why would he? Teasing Fluke was one of his favourite things. And Fluke knew that all too well. Suffice to say that she was not surprised when Peace hesitantly came walking in after her. He was met with yet another glare from the witch, however, this time there wasn’t much anger behind it.

The sound from the radio was low, a gentle hum that could’ve been any genre of music, if not a morning talk show. Fluke’s last attempt at getting the zombie to leave, was the brilliant idea to turn the speakers on the radio all the way up. If the speakers wouldn’t have been so damaged -seeing as the radio itself was more than a few years old, coupled with the fact that Fluke was often too lazy to do anything about it- you could’ve easily lost your hearing, maybe damaged an ear or two. Maybe more. The song Girls And Boys by Blur filled their ears, with a soft static noise cutting in between every now and then.

Fluke’s face lit up at the sound, “I love this song!” she exclaimed in excitement. She started humming along, looking at Peace in anticipation.

The zombie shrugged, a few bones cracking in the process, one even stuck out of his skin. “It’s not that good.” Peace focused on fixing the bone, or at least tried to put it back in place. He hissed in pain as the bone was slowly pushed back, not noting that Fluke had gone completely silent.

At first, Peace had wondered why Fluke had made him a zombie and not human, or even a cat. However, he had dismissed that thought when he learned how a drunk witch’s mind works; crazy, somewhat weird and utterly flowing with ideas.

The song abruptly stopped mid-chorus pulling Peace out of his thoughts. He let out a nervous laugh when he saw the disappointment on Fluke’s face, although he didn’t miss the playful tone in her voice, “We are done. This is the end of Fleace.” With that Fluke, yet again, left the room.

Suddenly aware of what he’d said, Peace bolted out right after her. “No! I mean, it’s not bad but it’s not really that good either!” He excused himself, knowing that it barely did anything to help him with his current state in the argument.

And the cycle continued from Peace forgiving and making cute faces, to Fluke being frustrated, annoyed and entertained. She refused to forgive the zombie (but she did come close to it more than once) and kept on with her arguments with Peace answering her and equally annoying her further. Even though they both knew that they’d end up cuddling in the sofa later that evening anyway.

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[edited on the 15th of January, 2015, again on the 25th.]

[pronouns changed on the 30th of March.]

Is it okay?

Is it okay that I thought of you every day?
Is it okay that I couldn’t keep my feelings at bay?
Is it okay that I thought of you every night?
Is it okay that when I told you it gave you a fright?

Is it okay that they ship both of us?
Is it okay that we don’t make a fuss?
Is it okay that we play along?
Is it okay that we’ve not been going that long?

Is it okay that I’ll stay by your side?
Is it okay that we’ll not be able to hide?
Is it okay that the viewers will know?
Is it okay that we’ll be their little show?

I know it’s okay when we’re on screen,
and we tell them a joke, like they’ll know what we mean.
I know it’s okay, this game is better with two.
Yes, it’s okay because I’m playing with you.