Oct 9, 2017
“You, Grace Hanson, are dead. Your life on earth has ended. And you are now in the next phase of your existence in the universe.”
The Good Place Soulmate AU
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“You, Grace Hanson, are dead. Your life on earth has ended. And you are now in the next phase of your existence in the universe.”
The Good Place Soulmate AU
Grace and Frankie Week: Mistaken For a Couple + Fake Dating AU
Mistaken
Short one shot for Grace and Frankie week.
Maybe she was just a little too caught up in the conversation with Frankie to really hear what the woman standing next to the table had to say but the look on Frankie’s face isn’t like it usually is when someone mistakes them for a couple. “I’m sorry, what?” She looks up at the woman who seems a little too out of place for Southern California but to be nice she spares the comment about her polyester pant suit. “I think it’s great that you’re out and proud but I don’t understand it really. You two are very attractive women, you could have any man you want.” Grace feels herself shift in the seat, this woman can’t be serious can she? Looking at the woman she stumbles on how to react at first. This was not their usual, “you two look so cute together” or the “you and your wife are adorable.” NO, this woman who is still standing at the table, went there. “Well, I’d like to think that’s the point, don’t you honey? We don’t want a man or need one in fact.” Grace smiles slyly as she glances over at Frankie winking at her as she looks back up at the woman. “Maybe if you slipped out of that polyester suit that seems to baking your brain, you’d realize that too.” She can’t help it now, Frankie seems really upset, and as she sits there looking at the woman she realizes just how upset she is. “I didn’t mean to offend.” Oh, you have go to be kidding me. “Grace, it’s fine. Just let it go.” Frankie’s soft voice barely raises from a whisper. Grace stares back at her wondering where that, ready to take on the world Frankie is at right now. “I’d like to think I hit the jackpot personally.” Grace smiles as the woman looks at her with big eyes. “She’s beautiful, funny, and she makes me a better person. A much better person than someone who would interrupt a strangers dinner to be homophobic.” Grace sighs as she sits back in her seat. Straightening her back a little and beaming with pride in her words, because it’s all true. The woman says nothing else and walks away. She hears Frankie let out a deep breath and for a moment she watches the woman walk back to her table. “The nerve of some people.” She mumbles under her breath as she turns her attention back to Frankie, who is smiling that big, bright smile. “Wow!” Frankie gasps as she shakes her head a little. “What?” “I can’t believe you said that.” Frankie says softly and she stares back at her. She really is beautiful, Grace can’t help but think as turns her attention back to her drink. “Which part?” She asks without looking back up at Frankie. “The homophobic part.” Of all the parts of the conversation, that’s the part Frankie focuses on. Of course it is. She’s ready to ask so many questions but as she thinks through her words at how to explain that everything she said about Frankie was the truth, the waiter appears at the table. “Did we save room for dessert?” He asks with a smile. They share a look and after a few quick seconds they decline. “Just the check please.” Grace sighs thinking that maybe now is not the best time to bring up some feelings she’s not so sure about. “Well, the check has already been taken care of.” He smiles pointing at another table right over from the. Two younger women sit smiling at them and the brunette nods her head at Grace. It’s like an unspoken conversation, a show of solidarity, and for the first time in her life she feels like she being welcomed into something with open arms. She nods back in appreciation and mouths a thank you in the tables direction. The waiter walks away and after tossing back the last of her drink, they gather their purses, and start to make their exit. She stands a little taller as she comes to her feet. Her eyes dart to the woman who had come to them as Frankie comes to her side. Without thinking or second guessing she loops her arm around Frankie’s. Who, to Grace’s surprise, is being unbelievably quiet about everything. Making their way to the door, they pass the table who had paid their check, and Grace beams as from the corner of her eye, catches Frankie high-fiving the brunette who had nodded at her. Glancing at Frankie she smiles and thinks, maybe being mistaken for a couple isn’t all that bad after all.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Frankie watches Coyote watch Grace drink her water, watches Grace watch Coyote drink his, and wonders, not for the first time, how things might have turned out differently for Coyote if she and Grace had gotten together earlier... (It’s birthday fic for Frankie Bergstein!)
Masterlist
Hello lovely followers! Thanks so much for all the great contributions!! Even though the week is done, don’t let that stop you from continuing to post your late submissions! We will be reblogging and updating this masterlist of submissions with whatever continues to roll in over the next week. And if we missed something (tumblr was really inconsistent with acknowledging the tags), drop us a line and let us know! Then look back here on Thursday, October 12th, where we’ll have all the creations queued up for reblog as a celebration of Frankie’s birthday! 🎈
But without further ado, please find the Masterlist below the cut.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I can’t believe I finished it! Please let me know what you think!
Wait, wait wait. You?! After all these years yOU were my soulmate?
Either that or me and this tear here
No. That’s not.. it's just not possible. Surely we’ve touched each other at some point. This can’t be the first time, there’s got to be some other explanation
heh. Haha *breaks into laughter*
What’s so funny?
*pauses giggling just long enough to speak* My soulmate spent most of her life married to my husband’s soulmate...
*stunned silence for a moment*
Well isn’t that just one big cosmic fuck you?
*snorts of laughter* *both look at each other awkwardly for a second* *both break into laughter together*
Motherhood
Pre-series one shot @graceandfrankieweek
She sits at the shore line, surrounded by all the things that should be helping to make sense of everything, but right now the fog in her mind is too dense to see through. She can’t find the answer she seeks in herself and she’s prayed to every God and Goddess she can think of, still no answer has come to her. She stares out over the ocean not really seeing it, not really seeing anything other than the pain on her sons face as he begged not to go, as he cursed and screamed for her to not make him go. Coyote had slipped too far down now that rabbit hole for her to help now. She tried when it first started but now, well now it was just too late. She takes a deep breath and usually the salt in the air helps soothe her but it does nothing but wish she had picked someplace eles to go to. She always comes here, to the beach house when the world becomes too much. When life gets a little more complicated than it needs to be. When trouble shows it’s face, she runs here. She’s not sure why, it just feels like this is where she belongs.
From the corner of her eye she seems a slim shadow coming down the beach. It’s not Sol, he’s still at the treatment center or maybe he’s back at the office. She’s not sure about how much time has passed since she arrived here. It’s not Babe, she is off in Thialand right now, cleansing herself and for a moment she wishes she was with her. Bathing in some hot spring and letting her worries melt from her. As the shadow comes closer she can start to make out the image and she’s shocked. Grace is slowly making her way down the beach to her. Her blonde hair floating in the breeze. She can almost make out her blue eyes with each step she takes.
She envies Grace sometimes. Not all the time but sometimes, like right now. The woman found a way to block the world out. To not let the emotions of the outside world affect her. She hides behind her martini glass, somewhere between sobriety and addiction. She’s settled nicely into a groove that no one really worries about her drinking but no one really notices it. Frankie notices and she worries that Grace may slip down that same rabbit hole as Coyote, lost to help until it’s too late. She worries that she may be sitting here again one day trying to find the answers to help the woman now well within sight of her.
“Hey.” Grace says softly as she comes to the blanket. “I hope you don’t mind..”
“No it’s fine. I was just thinking.” Frankie sighs as she moves over offering Grace a place to sit on the blanket.
“Thanks.” Grace take her place on the blanket. Her legs bent at the knee and she can’t help but watch as Grace pulls her legs close, like she’s shielding herself from the world or the feelings she about to feel. “Robert told me. I’m sorry Frankie. I really thought Coyote was doing better.” Her voice is soft and low. No sharp edges, venom, or ice. She looks over at Grace and she can see the softness around her almost. Like her own sharp edges have been dulled for this conversation.
“I did too but I guess that just goes to show how much I can miss.” She sighs copying Grace’s gesture of drawing her knees up to her chest. She wants to shield the ache in her from coming out. Grace may be nice enough to come here, but the last thing Frankie wants to do is break down in front of her. “I know I’m no role model. Hell I’m far from an angel but this is too much. I don’t get his need for it. I don’t. I’ve asked him time and time again why? Why he’s doing it? Why he needs it? and all I get from him is he doesn’t need it and he can quit anytime. Yet, here we are, another trip to rehab.” Frankie lets her shoulders drop as she rest her head on her arms. She keeps her eyes on the ocean, daring not to look at Grace. She’s heard her remarks about her drug use being linked to Coyote’s problem. She knows how Grace is, she can just imagine the talk she’ll have with her country club friends about this.
She waits for a reply from Grace but then she wonders if Grace even heard her as she looks over to see those blue eyes scanning the water before them. She turns her head back to do the same. She’s ready to say nevermind and just sit in silence, waiting for an answer to come to her. “This is his own fight. The only thing that we can really do is just be there for him when he’s ready to take it on.” For a moment Frankie wonders if maybe she made up the words in her head. Maybe the Goddess has finally answered her and she’s confusing it for Grace speaking. “He’s not going to kick his habit unitl he’s ready to.” Frankie sighs as she feels Grace move a little closer.
“Am I a faliure as a mother?” There it is, that weight she’s felt for years now. Since the day she welcomed her boys into her life. That fear of failing them in everyway finally found it’s voice. She can’t stop the tears from rolling from her eyes now and for a moment she feels Grace tense next to her. If Frankie has to guess, Grace would up and leave at any minute.
“Far from it. You’re an amazing mother. You’re definetly a better mother than me. Your boys worship you and my girls adore you.” Grace’s words are soft as Frankie feels Grace move even closer now and the feel of her arm around her shoulder is a comfort she never expected. “This isn’t about you Frankie. This is the stuff he’s dealing with. Whatever it is that’s making him use, isn’t your fault.” She really wants to find solace in Grace’s words and deep down she knows Grace is right but that fear of failing her boys has a death grip on her.
“I know you’re right but I can’t help but feel like there’s more that I can do or say to help him.” She sighs trying to ease the ache coming from deep within her. She stops and closes her eyes, her mind racing with all the things that could go wrong. “I don’t want to lose him.” Her words come out broken and small, scattering around them as she lets herself hurt. Her tears stream down her face as folds into herself just a little. Grace doesn’t say a word, she just tightens her hold, and pulls her closer.
Seconds or maybe minutes pass until Frankie calms her sobs. Sitting up she brings her hands up to dry her dampened cheeks. Her eyes still blurring but the tears have slowed now. Grace still has a tight hold on her and as Frankie turns slowly she notices the tears in her eyes. “I don’t know what I would do it if were one of my girls but I’ve watched Coyote grow up with them. I’m sorry Frankie. I wish I could make it all better. I really do.” Grace sighs as her free hand comes up to wipe her own tears away. “He’s going to be okay. I know that. He has the best parents in the world, Bud, and even my girls. Not sure how much help Brianna would be but Mallory likes him. Plus there’s Robert and me. He’s going to get through this Frankie. I just know it.”
Frankie knows she’s heard Grace but as she looks back at the ocean. She wonders if maybe she’s been to harsh on Grace. If maybe somehow through all the picking and complaining, she’s somehow missed this Grace. The Grace next to her, being the saving grace she needs right now. Grace’s words are right, she knows that this will just take time. That Coyote needs to find his reasons to stop and accept the help he has all around him. Silently she sends a prayer up and out. Praying that her son finds his way in the world and finds the sobriety he needs. “Thank you.” She smiles over at Grace and watches as the corner of her move curves up.
“You’re welcome.” Grace answers but doesn’t turn to look back at her. In that moment she stares at Grace she thinks about their future friendship. Wonders if this moment is just a fleeting one and by the time they get back to the beach house she will be the cold and distant Grace she’s come to know. Then she lets it slip away as she turns to just sit in this moment. She’s a little stonger with Grace here with her. She knows that, she’ll never admit it but she knows it. She knows there may come a day when they just pass each other as strangers on the street once their husbands retire and that they may never really get the chance to be the friends she feels they should be. So she’ll be thankful for this moment now, knowing it may be a forgotten memory between them one day.