I’M GONNA TALK SOME MORE ABOUT TATER’S LESBIAN MOMS. I had the original idea back in October, and then I decided I was going to do it for my Swawesome Santa, which I thought was super secret like Yuletide, so I clammed up about it since then. So I actually put a fair amount of work into researching the idea, but the fic turned into this monstrously huge unwieldy outline with 14 separate plot-important scenes at its smallest, and like five different emotional arcs, and I couldn’t do it, so I wrote Leave Your Lovers Like Campfires instead.
So now I’ll just cut it down to one aspect, which is Tater’s moms Sasha and Galina. Even just cut down to one aspect, in bullet points, without weaving in the other plot threads, this post is three thousand words long. /o\
I read what I could find in my libraries on social and LGBT history in Russia, but resources in English are honestly pretty limited and I know I’m making shit up here. MY APOLOGIES TO ACTUAL RUSSIANS. But for what it’s worth, the books I found most useful were Lesbian Lives in Soviet and Post-Soviet Russia by Francesca Stella, Cracks in the Iron Closet: Travels in Gay and Lesbian Russia by David Tuller, and Putin Country: A Journey Into the Real Russia by Anne Garrels.
Content notes: Homophobia, being closeted, coming out, mental illness, and suicide.
also before i go frantically work on my CPBB out of excitement i want to talk about the new AU idea i had
so ya see what had happened was I started a new job: I now work at a diner.
(you can already see where this is going, can’t you?)
Bitty’s shift started at 11PM. He’ll only be waiting tables for part of it, he knows, so he’s really been trying to turn up the charm, because there’s a new set of figure skates he’s got his eye on, and he’s only about $100 dollars away from being able to afford them.
The door opens, and Bitty doesn’t even turn to look. He keeps on clearing his last table and uses his cheeriest voice. It’s only 1AM; he hasn’t even had to have coffee yet.
“Have a seat wherever you’d like, I’ll be with you in just a sec!”
Normally, he can hear movement after this. Instead, there’s nothing. Bin full of dishes and table wiped down, he turns to look, only to find Falconer Jack Zimmermann standing there, shifting nervously.
“Just you, hon?” He asks, moving to put the dish bin in the window so Nursey can grab it. Zimmermann nods, and Bitty goes ahead and pours him a glass of water. Probably best to pretend he doesn’t recognize him, he decides. Must get enough of that during the day, and already he seems unsettled. “Why don’t you sit at the counter, then. You’ll get a better look at the pies, that way.” He pauses. “Course, they aren’t fresh. They’re yesterdays. I normally start makin’ the next days around four.” Zimmermann nods, taking a drink of his water.
“Here’s a menu; just let me know when you’re ready to order.” As he grabs one of the silverware bins to start folding forks and knifes into napkins, he turns back to Zimmermann. “D’ya want some coffee, hon?”
Bitty pours the cup, leaving a little room for cream, just as a guess. If nothing else, he figures, he’ll probably get a good tip. Might make up for the lack of good conversation.
CP AU where Bitty moved to Providence to go to culinary school, and ended up making pies and waiting tables at the Broad Street Diner. He’s not really sure how it happened, either, but he loves his job and his bosses, Hall and Murray, let him choose the whole dessert menu, and use the ovens for a bit of his personal baking, so Bitty doesn’t question it. (He does some days wonder why he doesn’t know their real names. Johnson, their nighttime cashier, just tells him something about how “the author didn’t feel like making up names, and it’s not like their important enough characters to really need them in either story.” Bitty doesn’t ever understand what Johnson is saying, or what Johnson does. Again, he doesn’t question his job, much.)
In our crew, there are some real hard workers.
SHITTY - Daytime cashier and night time dishboy. He’s somehow able to pull himself together enough during the day to charm all the old people they get, and at night he keeps morale high by making a complete fool of himself. In a pinch, he can work the line, as long as you don’t mind listening to rants about how “even though it’s ingrained in our minds that women are supposed to cook for men, all the highest paid chefs in professional kitchens are men,” while you’re trying to cook sixteen eggs five different ways at once. Holster can handle this. Ransom CANNOT. He’s taking classes at community college when he can afford them, because he was tired of living off his father’s money.
LARDO - Part-time server, full-time straggler. She got hired because she was always coming in at night and sitting at the counter, working on her drawings. Shitty suggested that she apply to work weeknights, because they’re normally slow enough that she’d have time to draw anyway. So she did, and now she can afford to use slightly nicer paint. She and Shitty may have a thing, but no one’s brave enough to ask either of them. She does all the menu boards when she’s not in class at Rhode Island School of Design.
RANSOM - Part-time cook, full-time future doctor. He’s finishing up his last year of pre-med, and cooking at the diner is less a way to make money, for him, and more a way to force himself to stop thinking about school. Can’t think about biochem when you’re ears deep in tickets and trying not to kill your dishwasher.
HOLSTER - Full-time cook, graduated with a degree in Economics. He’s waiting until Ransom finishes school and chooses a med school before he starts looking for a real job. Can’t really move somewhere without your best bro, can you? (And by best bro, we mean boyfriend. Probably. No one’s really sure, honestly.)
DEX - Full-time server, part-time handy man. He doesn’t really know what he wants to study, so he’s working at the diner until he figures that out. Hall and Murray pay him extra to do maintenance on all the kitchen equipment. He’s the one who you get yelled at by, if you forget to clean a cold table all the way, because he’s the one who’s gotta get in there and deep-clean them once a month. Spends too much of the time he could be stocking arguing with Nursey.
NURSEY - Part-time dishwasher, full-time English Major, over-time pretentious asshat (if you ask Dex). Doesn’t need this job, but likes to use what he sees as inspiration for his writing. Was hired as a server, but after he dropped six plates his first day, he was moved to the back of the house. He still drops plates, but at least now they don’t have food on them that has to be remade.
CHOWDER - Part-time server. He’s like, so excited to have this job? He thinks it’s going to be really great experience. What? No, he doesn’t want to work in food service. He just? Really likes talking to people. Spills water every once in awhile, but is always to polite and apologetic that no one has ever gotten mad at him. An awful customer once started yelling at him, and his fake crying was so convincing that the customer started crying and left a $20 tip on a $15 order. Seems sweet, is secretly a little evil.
JOHNSON - “It feels weird to have been such an important role. Like, I don’t even really fit into the narrative, yet, as far as the author knows, and yet here I am, getting my own bullet point. I think I’m just supposed to serve as a break between the employees and the customers? I work as the night time cashier on all the slow nights, because Shitty has school in the morning. I may also make the donuts? Who knows. Anyway, I’m not really important to the story, probably. Maybe. We don’t really know anything, yet. There’s no plot and a lot of world building.” (Bitty doesn’t know who Johnson is talking to, from his seat at the cash register. It’s 3AM and the place is empty. What a weirdo.)
JACK ZIMMERMANN - Full-time hockey player, part-time patron. Sometimes, when his anxiety is keeping him up, he does walking. during one of those walks, he comes across the Broad Street Diner, and decides that he could really used some pancakes. (Not that this place will have real maple syrup, of course.) So he goes inside, and there is the cutest server he’s ever seen, who makes the best pie he’s ever tasted. It takes him twenty minutes to decide that he’s going to become a regular at this dumb little place.
And that’s all I’ve got so far folks but I love this AU with my heart so
Summary: After a string of back-to-back cases, you and Sam
spend a day in San Francisco
Word count: Just over 5,000
Pairing: Sam Winchester/reader
Warnings: Fluff and Smut. Oral, both male and female
receiving. A little bit of dirty talk.
A/N: This is the cheesiest fluff ever.
A job with a ghoul took you and Sam to Reno while Dean
helped Cas in Cleveland. The two of you continued West to take care of a
werewolf in Sacramento. Now, it was a crisp November night and you had
dispatched a gang of vampires in Sausalito. The back to back cases had you worn
out. Neither of you were looking forward to the 27 hours of driving it would
take to get back to the Bunker. After a quick discussion, you decided to take a
couple of days in San Francisco before making the drive. Sam had seemed
hesitant at first, San Francisco was mix bag for him. He had some pleasant
memories of a few days spent in the City while he was at Stanford, but that was
another life. He relented when he saw
how happy the idea of seemed to make you.