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DALLAS K. MCGREGOR
 Posted: Jul 10 2014, 02:31 AM
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dk McGregor has never been the kind of man to spend a large amount of time in front of a screen. Yes, he's seen a television screen before, he's not that far integrated into the bullshit psuedo-Portandia hispter lifestyle, with his local produce ( thank you, Chicago farmer's market ), his compost pile ( sorry, neighbors ), his organic garden, his record player, and so forth -- at least, the last part of that belongs to his husband -- but fuck, he owns a television screen. He may wear organic shirts, may have solar panels, may even have a pet pig, but none of that pretend I'm-So-Special hipster logic spreads far enough for dk to go out of his way to avoid a television screen. Yes, it was not the first thing he brought when he went to college, and no, he never did buy one, but he did agree to have one put into his home, and he sure as hell knows John Wayne is -- and considering who slipped the ring currently branding one hell of a tan line onto his ringer finger, Dallas Kern McGregor damn well better kno.

It's not something he necessarily needs, not by a long shot, but it's nice. He likes watching documentaries, travel movies, he likes sports movies, likes lounging back with Cam, watching the game. And he likes this. He likes sitting back on the couch that Cameron had given them when they finally moved off of it and into a place of their own, years ago, likes wearing the sweater Atticus, Virginia, and Harper had gotten him for Mother's Day last year ( as Atticus tried to conceal his sniggers ). He just, likes this. Harper is settled in his arms, curled up, almost upside down, with one of his bare legs pressed against Dallas's stomach under the sweater. dk's got a hand wrapped around that chubby three year old thigh, the one poking out of the sweater, and another cradling the back of Harper's thigh as his son is sprawled out over dk's legs, as if The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence was meant to be watched upside down. With his husband and daughter at his side, dk can't say he minds the television, not one bit.

He looks down moving his hand to shift Harper's leg a little, before he turns to Atticus and raises an eyebrow. " I figure Harper's onto something, " he comments, watching as his boy shifts his attention at the mention of his name, quietly watching dk, " Maybe the film just takes over a whole new meaning if you watch it upside down. Ever tried ?" He's grinning, leaning over to pull Harper closer towards his chest, adding a quick, " I saw that, Virginia, " to his daughter's eyeroll. " Come on, V, you know you want to try, " he teases, nudging her shoulder and snorting as she just bats him away, leaning more against her other father -- the one who will fully appreciate cowboy movies, it seems -- without looking away from the screen. Dallas had once commented, when Virginia was a bit younger than Harper is now, that she's her father's daughter, through and through, and of all the things he's ever said in his life, that is the one ( other than maybe, I Do ) he means the most. It's almost comical, really, the way she has her arm wrapped around At's, the way her eyes watch the screen like he does, eager to please her flannel-toting dad despite the princess tiara on her head, but it makes dk smile nonetheless, as he drops his gaze to Harper.

Now that he's no longer being talked about, Harper's eyes have strayed back to the television, so dk glances up quickly before leaning forward, stage-whispering to the boy. " Hey, baby, you wanna know what the best part of this movie is ?" Harper looks back at him, nodding silently with his own thumb in his mouth, and dk can't even find it in him to tug the hand out of Harper's mouth as he pulls him up to a semi-sitting position, wrapping an arm around Harper's back. " Your daddy knows every line to this movie, " he continues, in the same stage-whisper he knows would have annoyed Virginia, had she not just perked up with this knew knowledge, pretending not to hear him. " Just watch his lips move, he's gonna say the next line to the movie, right now. " And Dallas grins, pressing his head against the side of Harper's as they watch Atticus, Ransom Stoddard on screen.

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ATTICUS W. MCGREGOR
 Posted: Jul 12 2014, 02:46 AM
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atticus likes the simple things in life. under the surface he is much more complex than anyone could imagine, a myriad of thoughts and emotions that seem too complex for him to understand, let alone conjure himself, but his tastes are typically on par with the appearance he rejects to the rest of the world. for the most, his musical taste hasn't left the early 90's, let alone made it to 2014, and most of his shirts are the same. he proudly wears his vintage tour t-shirts, most of them spotted by holes or worn to thin you could almost count the threads. though he keeps his car in perfect, nearly-new condition, he has yet to leave behind the days of cassette tapes. at home he has a few cds, but mostly plays the same few records in a milk crate. he likes beer, of all kinds, and aged whiskey, particularly when it's made in the city he spent a majority of his life. the word "organic" makes him wrinkle up his nose and push his plate away, regardless of how close to forty he's getting. he likes the smell of gasoline, the grease smearing his hands as he painstakingly pieces something back together. he likes the hard work in and out of the shop, likes restoring cars that are older than him, and he likes painting the fence in his backyard just the same. atticus finds satisfaction in rainy days that remind him of ireland, coffee that is secretly too sweet, and reading the paper alone. as someone who didn't have much for the first thirteen years of his life, he has never learned to need in excess. it doesn't take too much to make him happy, at least not at home. the sound of his children laughing, virginia's wit, harper's eyes, dallas' hands on his back; these are the things that keep him moving through life. atticus, this man of simple and wants and simple pleasures, has never longed for or enjoyed anything more than the family he has finally achieved.

it's a typical evening in the mcgregor household. all four members sit in near-overlapping positions on the couch, watching a movie as the minutes drain away before it's time to put the children to bed. this is nothing like his childhood had been, and not quite a mirror of dk's either, but there is a beauty in the normalcy of it that makes atticus' heart ache. two parents, still very much in love with each other, and two children living under one roof in order for them to all drive each other crazy. they have a routine, a set way of life, and atticus doesn't think he can function without it anymore. these traditions keep him on the right path. it's a thursday, which he remembers specifically because v had told him earlier that morning while deciding which plaid she would allow her father to wear. he and dallas had woken up together, and snuck in a quick shower before dk had gone downstairs to make lunches for the kids and at had helped them get ready. the kisses goodbye and the waving from separate cars is so sticky sweet it reeks of the hallmark channel, but atticus is fucking proud. it hasn't been easy to get to this point, but they've done it. dk has written a few books, found a job he likes, didn't mind settling down. atticus fell in love in spite of not believing in it, opened a shop, became a father. they have done this together. there is a pride in his family that straightens his spine as he drops off and picks up his children from daycare, as he washes dishes after dinner, as he helps them get ready for bed. there is a pride in his spine as his son quietly chooses a film for them to watch. he's weighed down, overwhelmed, carried away by the amount of love for them a moment like this can conjure up. virginia holds his arm like it's precious cargo to her, and atticus has to wonder what he does to deserve it.

hearing his husband's quiet conversation with their son makes atticus smile, though he doesn't look away from the screen. he'd like westerns enough when he'd been a boy, but he hadn't loved them until danny started playing them to help keep atticus from missing the states too much back during his first days in ireland. dallas never seemed to mind them, but the only person who loved them like he did was his daughter. dk's gentle teasing makes a small being curl up more tightly to him, and atticus smiles wider, squeezing her knee so that she would know there was someone on her side. he might have looked over, might have leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of her head, had he not caught dk's next words. he sighs softly, but doesn't resist, knowing that both of his children have focused their attention on him. "put his boots on, clute," atticus quotes along obediently, attempting a southern accent though it comes out horrible mangled thanks to the heavy irish brogue that dublin had gifted to him. "and his gun belt, and his spurs." their instant reactions make him smile, and atticus looks away from the screen to give his daughter a wounded look. "you wanted him to do it? what's wrong with me?" virginia had dallas' mouth, that was for certain. but atticus cuts her off before she could protest, leaning down to smother her face in a brief rain of kisses that she had recently been acting too mature for. "i guess i can't leave the shop and start making movies, then." atticus leans across the short distance and kisses dk briefly on his cheek before moving back, knowing full well that disrupting v's preferred seating arrangement for a few seconds usually didn't end well. "it's not gonna be my fault that there aren't any cowboys in the family, then."

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DALLAS K. MCGREGOR
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contrary to his husband, dk has never exactly been a man of habit. yeah, he's had his habits, he has his habits, some better than others ( he still runs five miles, three or four times a week, despite the rather impressive collection of knee braces in the closet ), but as far as ritualistic habits go ? they've never really been dallas's cup of tea. he doesn't have to wake up at a certain time, his coffee, tea, or lack thereof depends on his moods, sometimes he has breakfast, othertimes not. to be honest, the majority of dallas's habits are based off those of others -- he gets up at the same time during the week, because his children have to get to school ( even his hours at the office aren't regular by week ), he eats breakfast with his family, because virginia likes telling them about her dreams and she's announced on multiple occasions that it is just such a hassle for her to have to tell her stories twice so could they please but in a little effort and try to all congregate to listen. completely with the petulant eyebrow raise ( which dallas still doesn't understand -- it took him sixteen years to learn to raise his left eyebrow, and another two for the right ) and a crossing of the arms that, in all honesty, scares dk for her teenage years to come. though that's not a thought he will voice out loud, especially not to atticus -- he thinks his husband would actually cry at the realization that in ten teen tiny little years, virginia elizabeth mcgregor will be throwing a sweet sixteen, driving a car, and going on dates.

yeah, no. dallas sure as hell isn't voicing that -- at picks her up from school right at the dot to ensure she doesn't sit around with any boys. ( dk was late once, and v got herself invited to jason lewis's birthday party -- since then, at has deemed him unfit to pick the princess up. )

but i digress.

point is, dk isn't a man of routine, not for himself, but that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate them. it's not so much that he likes to plan out what his days are going to look like ( because that isn't very much dk's game, not at all ), but more so, he enjoys the quiet knowledge that when these moments happen, these routine bits in his life, they will happen again. that's mostly it. that sitting at the breakfast table, smiling from behind his cup of tea as at sits, completely enamored by v's dreams, harper asking quiet questions, already trying to decipher what a flying banana and a river of marbles could mean for his sister, these are the moments he holds the most precious, and if there's one thing that makes dk fall in love with routine, it's the fact that he knows it's going to happen again. they sit on the couch together and watch a movie almost every weekend, because the kids are allowed up later, and movies are longer, and harper usually falls asleep before the end, anyway, and he thanks his stars every time they sit, gathered on the couch, that this is a reoccurring event. the movies might change, the positions might differ ( though cowboy movies and v holding atticus are two very directly related events ), but this moment, it will repeat for as long as they can convince their two children that it's cool to hang out with their parents. and afterwards, dallas is certain, it'll be he and his husband though there will be a lot less quiet cuddling and quoting of movies, if that's the case.

he smiles as he listens to atticus humour him and quotes the words, knowing full well that it's virginia's dream to posses the same ability as her father, and he rolls his eyes at his husband's own personal tirade. " that's because james stewart is s-e--x-i-e-r than you, " he responds with a small eyeroll, smiling over at his husband. " let him say his lines, we'd rather hear them from him. " he's quick to kiss atticus back, half because he loves nothing more than small, gentle kisses with the other man, but primarily because virginia looks like she's about to hit him for stating that he prefers another man over her own father, and he just grins and rolls his eyes at said man's dramatic comment. before he has a retort of his own ( and trust me, he's always got a retort when it comes to atticus ), harper pipes up in the quiet, gentle voice that makes his heart soar. " we have cowboy, daddy. " he glances down, catching those big eyes, eager to please both his fathers and make sure his comments are correct, and dk smiles, pulling harper closer to him by the thigh. " yeah, daddy, we have cowboy. you gonna go around, ignoring my mutt ?" he flashes at a pointed look and, almost on cute, he hears cowboy whine from the corner of the room, where the dog, it seems, hasn't been bothered to sit up from his dog bed and what seems like one of dk's smelly running shirts. " it's okay, boy, " dk calls out, turning his head back to the television, " you'll always be more of a lone ranger than finch over here. "

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ATTICUS W. MCGREGOR
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once, about two years ago, atticus had been forced to excuse himself from the room and have a rather pathetic breakdown in the garage. there were so many things he'd never though possible for himself when he was younger. until he was thirteen the parents that he'd had didn't have much use for him outside of a welfare check and needing him to fetch his stepdad a beer when he was too drunk to get up and get it himself. unlike most boys his age he hadn't been thinking about girls, what he was getting for christmas, or what he wanted to do in the future. forget playing professional football or being a fucking astronaut; atticus just wanted to survive. being taken in by the kriekks had changed a lot of his life, of course. they'd healed his physical wounds, and even more importantly, had patched up most of the ones that weren't able to be seen. they had given him hope, taught him that it was okay to be himself again, and that it was okay to want things. without them he would have never met dk, and maybe even if he had, he wouldn't have known how to love him or how to let the man do the same. his family had pieced together every part of him that they knew needed mending, but dk found the ones even atticus himself hadn't known about. his life wouldn't have been this good without anyone else, he knows that. that's what was supposed to happen when you found your soulmate, wasn't it? you found your home. dk was atticus'. dk and their children, the ridiculous animals they had, the shitty truck that sat in the driveway and ran (occasionally) against all odds. atticus had been given this life, and he still hadn't learned to accept that he deserved it. sometimes it was a bit much, and sometimes he had to step away and let the insecure parts oh himself have their way where no one could see. luckily enough, this was one of the nights where he had no problem holding himself together.

there are hardships to having a family, of course. dallas is unimaginably different from him in so many ways. sometimes atticus thinks that dk is all of the color in their relationship, the soft and the warms, the hues so vibrant with passion that sometimes they're blinding, sometimes they seem near violent. atticus doesn't always understand dallas, or the things that he loves, but he tries. without dallas, without the man with the junk bucket of a truck, without the man who can pronounce "kale" as if it isn't poison, dallas who can never see that the dishes can wait...without dallas, atticus' world would be grey. he tries his hardest for him, most days, cleans when he can hazard a guess that it might be time to pick up his laundry off the floor, tells dk he loves him almost as often as he takes a breath, just to be sure that no matter the time or the argument, dk remembers. atticus has a problem communicating sometimes, a problem slipping out of his own head, but he wants to give himself to dk, and so he tries. no matter how annoying it can be when dk insists that his jokes are funny. "why don't you go tell james stewart that," atticus sighs, like bothering to reply to his husband was utterly exhausting (though truth be told, it sometimes was). "and then you can move in with him and complain about his grease rags accidentally ending up in your new washing machine, and we'll see how long that marital bliss lasts." he smiles when dk kisses him, because it always makes him smile, but it doesn't last very long before virginia is sick of it, squeezing his arm in her firm demanding way. at pulls away, clearing his throat quietly, a faint blush to his cheeks. v has a way of making him feel like she's caught him doing something wrong, no matter the situation.

unlike his older sister, harper has his own way of commanding attention that doesn't have anything to do with scowls or eye rolls or sharp words. dk and atticus knew there was something unique about him from a very young age, where he'd never really cried. at still feels guilty for something that had happened and harper was six months old. he'd had a high fever and hadn't uttered a single complaint, not even after dk had accidentally touched his forehead and noticed it in passing. he's been even more careful to pay attention to him since then, and everyone, even virginia, speaks to him softer than they usually would. "that's true, baby," at tells his son, reaching out to gently pat harper's stomach affectionately. "we have cowboy, just like your daddy has this nice couch to sleep on for the rest of the night." it's funny how quickly v perks up at this, tugging on at's arm again until he looks down at her, and he can't help but smile. "does this mean i can sleep with you?" she asks, a very real eagerness visible in the aloof act that she tries to pull off. heart strings tugged on, at smiles a little helplessly and looks back at dk, his eyes nearly apologizing but not quite getting there. "ah...why don't we all sleep in my bed?" at knows full well that dk won't be sleeping on the couch, just as he knows that harper isn't going to sleep alone either. "the three of us can sleep in and daddy can make us those banana pancakes that harper loves. what do you say, sunshine?" at smiles at dk, knowing there would be no way of getting out it without making both of the children go to bed disappointed. yes, married life was so hard.

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children were never something that were a Have to Have when dk was growing up. yeah, he know they were an option, know it was something he would probably have to consider in his future, but that was always it -- whether or not he would consider it had a great deal to do with the person he was making the decision with. ultimately, it had to be their decision, their suggestion -- it's not that dallas has anything against kids, certainly not, he loves them, has spent many a vacation from college helping Cameron babysit his siblings ( Daisy still glares whenever she sees his wedding band, much to his amusement and, if we're being honest, Cam's chagrin ), but it was never something he seriously considered one way or another for himself. he figured, at twenty-one years old, that he had the time to figure it out, yes, he was still too young to have such a hardened opinion on something so important when it came to his figure, but he also realized the choice would matter more to the man or woman he ended up with. at twenty-two years old, he met Atticus Kriekk, with his freckles and his big green eyes, so afraid to love, so shy when it came to accepting that love, and dk knew. he was going to give this man a family to raise if it was the last thing he was able to do.

fortunately enough, it was not the last thing -- it was one of the first. thirty years old found them with a baby girl, wrapped up in the softest blanket they could find ( Dallas knows, Atticus made them go to thirteen different stores before finally agreeing that yes, this green blanket with the farm animals on it, was soft enough for their child stop looking at me like that Dallas Kern it's not my fault I care about our kid god, go walk your dumb mutt ), having to sit down because they were crying to hard. to be quite honest, that's when Dallas knew that he'd done it, that he'd done a good job, been the providing husband he'd promised to be six years earlier. he'd given Atticus this: a tiny, precious bundle, still sleeping, in his arms, a bundle that At had refused to set down for the first six weeks, that at had been so happy to change, to calm when she'd been crying, to feed. dk looks over at his daughter, watches her arm clutched preciously to her father, and all he thinks of is having to sit on the toilet cover in the bathroom, because the only way he'd been able to convince Atticus to go take a shower is if he'd be able to pop his head out every two seconds and see his baby. yeah, some of it had made dk roll his eyes, but it had been more amusing than not, and when At did the entire thing over again when Harper was born ( much to v's dismay, poor girl hadn't been used to having to share her father -- or anything else, really -- with, well, anything ), dk followed it with the same kind of warm amusement often reserved for Atticus.

if he's going to be honest, it's what makes him fall in love with the other man all over again, every day, even despite, you know. leaving grease rags in the new washing machine -- and that's when Dallas is able to finally convince Atticus to clean said grease rags up in the first place. it's marriage, it loves, it sure as hell has its list of cons, but the pros make it worth it.

even when his family is apparently formulating against him to steal his bed.

dk sighs heavily, fixing Atticus with a look that so very clearly states, you are a weak little man, Atticus Kriekk, weak, and he looks down at his son, who is watching him with big, eager eyes, before giving up. not that he was going to last long in the first place. " Sure, we can all sleep in the adult bed, " he says, smiling and placing a few tickles on the bottom of Harper's foot, only to watchin giggle and kick it out a few times, " I mean, I was just going to teach your daddy a few moves I learned in the hanky panky but, " he looks up, raising an eyebrow and letting a hint of a smirk, a flash of teeth, poke out, " I guess if he would rather that, then you guys can join. and I'll make those pancakes, don't you worry. " hey, never say that you can't play dirty in the married life, especially when your Other decides to play dirty towards you -- Atticus may have the kids as leverage, but dk has been going to yoga with Elsa, he's had a few things on his bedroom list he's been hinting at At he'd like to try out. too bad, he supposes -- banana pancakes seem to win.

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