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Laughing Till I Die

Written for @ahausonfire for Swaesome Santa three days late what up!!! Prompt was: Soft!Dex being comfortable and happy with the team.

CW: Implied homophobia, and Queer being used as a slur

12/25/16

The Poindexter kitchen was a cacophony of sound and movement with women moving about in busy circles and dishes both hot and cold rushing by at a dangerously fast pace that had Will leaning this way and that, trying to predict what was the most likely to hit the floor first. Nothing did, but the fear still lingered.

“Billy!” His aunt Clarice glanced up from the dough she was rolling out, her grin wide and toothy. “What can we do for you?”

“It’s Christmas!” Aunt Christina told him needlessly, pinching one cheek as she passed by him. “Our young college man should be relaxing with the rest of the boys!”

“What can we do for you sweetheart, we’re pretty busy in here,” his mother told him, her tone gentle, but the reminder was sharp enough without a tone. She wanted him out.

It wasn’t that big of a deal, he told himself sternly. He had spent nineteen Christmases with his family in this exact fashion, the twentieth shouldn’t have been any different, but his palms were sweating and there was a pounding in his head. He tried to speak but his voice was lost as his cousin dropped a pan in the sink.

“What?”

“I said, I can help?”

He felt the explosion of laughter that followed was completely unwarranted. It wasn’t hostile or mean, he quickly realized, they just thought he was kidding. One of his cousins rolled her eyes and his grandmother took a gentle swat at him as she passed.

“Get back out there and stop holding us up!”

“We love you very much darling, but this dinner is never going to happen if you boys keep trying to make us laugh.”

For a moment he froze, stuck in the doorway to the kitchen with nothing but sweaty palms and that ringing in his ears. He wanted to tell his cousin that she should add more flour to her rolling pin, and ask his mother what glaze she was using for the ham.

He didn’t do either.

Will was laughing when he turned back into the living room. It burned in his throat, and if anyone asked about it, he would have said he was starting to get a cold.

No one asked.

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soooo @ahausonfire I maybe started randomly sketching while we were talking earlier?? oops??

anyway, happy early president’s day 

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return to your center by ahausonfire

teen and up audiences

creator chose not to use archive warnings

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1179 words

derek nurse/william poindexter

There are certain beautiful, painful things that Derek has come to expect from life.

He expects the sun to rise each morning, and he expects it to set at night.

He expects the way that his muscles burn after a good practice, secure in his physicality and the feeling of home beneath his blades.

He expects Bitty’s pies to be most delicious fresh out of the oven; his momma’s matzo ball soup (piping hot and perfect) to be better than anything you could hope to get out of a deli; and the way that Sour Patch Watermelon candies burn the roof of his mouth.

Really, Derek expects a lot of things, but the one thing he never expected was for Dex to take him up on his offer.

It just never made sense.

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**Rules: **List the first lines of your last 20 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

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I was tagged by @popkin16​

1. John looked at the address on his phone again, confused.

2. Sometimes - not often but sometimes - the Atlantis expedition stumbled upon something that reminded John that the Ancients were more than the arrogant, condescending screw ups that had abandoned a dying galaxy.

3. John rounded the corner at a run, the words ’ Rodney ’ and ’ trapped ’ running through his mind on a loop.

4. Rodney sat behind the dialling console, taking Chuck’s place, as he watched his world fall apart.

5. All the data that Rodney had collated pointed to the same conclusion, as impossible as it may seem; John Sheppard, Lt. Colonel John Sheppard was gay.

6. Rodney was forty-one years old and scared of thunderstorms.

7. Rodney was shaking when John found him, minute tremors racking his body as he sat on edge of their bed, staring into nothing.

8. Twenty-five years.

9. The glass slipped from Rodney’s hand and crashed against the floor.

10. John settled his weight on Rodney’s legs and pushed hard with his hands, working at the knot of tense muscles that made up Rodney’s back.

11. Rodney was himself again and John was so fucking glad, so unbelievably relieved that it took his breath away.

12. John could count on the fingers of one hand how often he’d seen Torren act out in public.

13. John hadn’t meant to see the letter, hadn’t chosen to have the bottom fall out of his stomach, but it had been lying there, bold as brass, on top of a stack of physics journal and underneath the car keys he had jogged back in to Rodney’s apartment in Colorado Springs to retrieve.

14. Woolsey liked to make the announcements.

15. Rodney had been so focused on the computer in front of him, on finding a way to stop this, that he missed John’s self-sacrificing stupidity.

16. “Dad, why don’t you wear dog tags like Dad does?”

17. Dear John,

18. The grass is cold against John’s back, wet with a spring dew that reminds him of stained knees and bruised shins and wedging his duplicate baseball cards in the spokes of his bike just to hear it roar.

19. There were moments, few and far between though they were, when Carson had hated his job.

20. “You’re wearing that?”

In conclusion, I have a little bit of a Stargate Atlantis problem.  I was tagged in this exact same game three months ago and there is zero overlap on these fics!

I’m tagging: @ahausonfire​ @animalasaysrauer​ @asamandra​    @writerdragonfly​ and @julietsemophase​