ah yes, the post disney oneshot. i got this one walking into O Canada! after i saw a lady feeding her baby

because really, the first two days were dry spells, with nothing (well…yeah nothing) to work on as im sitting in the corner of the monorail my feet throbbing about to fall off but this strange strange moment spurred the growth of seventy more (…seven) that will be following. whoopee. because really i walked in and im like ITS A SHOT-SERIES

ive wanted to do a multi-shot for a little while. and i literally cant write (you can just end the sentence right there) anything but famanda and ive got so many ideas that are too weak to stand on their own and they aint staying on the "upcoming fanfics" doc! they be comin out (i mean on) here! here where me getting two views is a real treat

ive got so dern many headcanons. really. maybe twenty versions of how their life ends up? so im not a hannah and my stories dont line up but its faaaanfiction

how long am i doing this till? eh i dont know. ive got that multichap planned but im avoiding touching that document. ive been a terrible person, not responding to my two (wait three omg) besties whom im doing stuff with (if they still want me) and the release date of all that is sooo uncertain lol so this may pause, this may skyrocket, this may flop, this may cause that crack in your wall to burst open

you wouldn't believe. disney withdrawal has treated me so mean. lost my phone. and my book. bumped my head on the top of the plane. terrible turbulent ride. (im a terrible flyer.) ignorant people. HOMMEEEEWORK. its a rude awakening to the real world and i really don't understand why because i did nothing wrong? so i just drowned my sorrows in a that neverending freeverse i use to rant a couple minutes ago and i need serious healing. this may help? hoping because i feel those tears a-comin

ALSO:::: heheheheh have you seen that lovely little newsletter? with that lovely gorgeous face as fan of the week? ooh how about that finnapocalypse? sounds fun, eh? look, im turning canadian. if you dont know what this finnapocalypse or newsletter is you are required to pm me. really. i mean if you have to choose between this oneshot and the newsletter pick the newsletter bc i dont wanna be lonely that night

SO IN THIS ONE they are young, mid twenties and settled in and the ot crap has died down and its all just loverly around heres. not mainly famanda but its one of the weak ones

i really only have the dialogue so wish me good luck tryna make it sound readable.

saiah's pronounced "zay-ah". short for his full name.

t because im so funny in ways i never knew i could be funny

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neshot #1: laugh-filled nights

The baby wails. "Argh," Amanda sighs, her chair creaking back as she stomps to the adjacent living room.

"You can just take Saiah in here, Mandy," Willa calls from the table.

"And bring the cape!" Finn adds.

"I must make a confession…" Maybeck raises his hands in surrender, then his left around Charlie's chair. "Babies are weird. They depend on older people for everything and they can be cute and all but…it's annoying."

"Well, you better get used to it soon," Charlene smirks, crossing her hands across that bulge in her stomach.

Amanda's now back at the table, with what they've all taken a liking to calling "The Crusader Cape". The baby's in their presence, just covered. This get together at Willa's house was declared The Celebration of New Kids That Is a Couple Months Late. Charlie and Maybeck are halfway through and Isaiah Whitman is old enough to scream bloody murder. It's been too life-ish to spend a whole Saturday night with the whole gang for a while now, but they certainly aren't out of touch. Literally two blocks away from each other. Tonight, they've found their way to the kitchen table with Diets and Doritos. The Philbys and Whitmans share one side while the Maybecks' have room to spare for all two. Three.

"Is it exciting? I could imagine, you're so close." Willa asks Charlene.

The blonde turns to Maybeck, something of a pleased smile on her face. "Yeah. I guess."

"I mean, we always said we were gonna have kids, but now it feels real." Maybeck leans back. "I'm happy."

"Patiently waiting to see that kid. She'll have Charlie's beautiful face and Maybeck's…ah…" Amanda falters. "She'll have Charlene's beautiful face."

"Don't forget, you gotta raise her on Disney." Philby tosses. "We can't have the new Maybeck corrupt like her father."

"So know that I've got a kid, it's Pick-on-Terry time."

Finn thinks, then nods. "Pretty much, yeah."

One would think the questions would get annoying but the Maybecks don't mind. Ever since the tests came back that it's a girl! it's been a frenzy of let's-get-to-month-nine-already.

"What are you gonna name her?" The question of the night is Willa's.

There's silence as the expecting couple looks to each other, contemplating something. The remaining Keepers lean forward. Charlie turns back.

"We're thinking Ikenna."

"To honor my heritage," Maybeck says. "One of my grandmas or aunts or someone way back was named that and my family's been waiting to use it for a while. …My mom's middle name."

They're all impressed. "That's awesome. Real pretty name," Amanda replies.

"Something special," Finn smiles. "I love it."

"Ooh, we should pick a really unique and ethnic when we have a kid," Willa says to Philby.

"Ahm…I was thinking something easier to spell..."

"You know what, you should all just go all out Disney," Finn says. "Megara. Merida. Cinderella!"

"Or go boring American, like me and Finn," Amanda says. "Is that even American?"

"Hey! You were the one who picked out the name."

"Don't think so."

"Don't act like you aren't thrilled!"

"I don't get too worked up over anything."

"Really?" Finn raises his eyebrows. "Really. 'Cause you were happily crying hysterically when we found we were gonna have a kid."

"I don't cry. I don't get excited."

Philby picks some bait. "How many kids do you want? Any more?"

All at once: "God, no."

"YES. Maybe twenty?"

"Saiah's enough."

"I want a small army."

Amanda looks to Finn, mouthing something the other Keepers don't want to decipher. The others laugh and Finn's shaking his head to her through his smile. But she's not budging.

"Okay. Miss Monotone Mandy." Maybeck grabs a thought. "Hey, what's Jess doing?

"Ehm. I don't know. Kinda miss her, get togethers with you all are boring without her sometimes."

"Oh, look, Amanda has feelings!" Finn points.

"You just enjoy killing me, you do."

"Love you too."

"I know, babe." And she a scoots her chair closer, being careful to not ruffle The Crusader Cape.

Philby starts. "But no matter what…I will never ever be one of those annoying parents who gets their kid all dressed up in the parks and the kid is just screaming the whole time."

"Oh my God, yes. It's so annoying." Amanda agrees.

"A-hem," Maybeck produces his phone from his pocket and displays Saiah, in full Mickey Mouse costume, his cheeks puffy and his eyes are-you-serious-ing the observer.

Willa stifles a laugh. Philby lets out an "Aww…" As if on cue, Saiah cries out from underneath the cape. Amanda tries not to shout.

Finn's not fazed. "What? I thought it was cute."

"Seriously, it's like you're the only parent."

"Is that right?"

Amanda knows better than to fight. She sighs. She gets thoughtful, serious. "Who would've thought…" she looks at all of them. "After all this time…"

Philby coughs something that sounds like "Always" but it dies. Amanda continues. "We would've been here, safe. Married. Kids."

"Hard to believe," Willa nods.

"Sometimes it feels like this isn't real." Charlie adds.

"Please don't even wish that for a second." Maybeck takes her hand.

"Never would," she says.

"Now we'll be going through something worse than a bat god," Philby says. "The teenage years."

"Don't even bring that up!"

"Please."

"Nothing can be crazier than ours!"

"You're stressing me out already," Amanda whines.

"Hey, hey, we've got it. We'll get it."

"I'm just happy we're near each other." Charlie says. She looks at Mandy. "I'm gonna be calling you every five seconds."

"I promise you, you'll live." Amanda looks to her husband. Is that a forgiving look? Whatever the label is, Finn smiles, and she's alright.

here are two pictures ive used to help me model jesamae (copy paste and unspace)

w w w. darkpassageisnear. tumblr post/ 67049306576 /posting -for -a- link

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