#I'm wedding dress shopping with my mum who's getting married next year

[jakeperalta]

just got asked if I have a prom coming up and I had to be like "no I'm 24" 😭😭

[slashingdisneypasta]

After seeing my wife in the wild and am now currently watching Bride of Chucky, I am here to send a LONG overdue ask of Tiffany Valentine thoughts ^^

I think you said you haven't seen the actual movie yet? If so, I'll try to keep this as spoiler free as possible.

First thing that popped into my head; Tiffany's S/O reacting to her pet tarantula. She expected them to be scared, as that's the norm with spiders. But if her S/O did still try to engage with Charlotte, or even hold her, Tiff will be pleasantly surprised and so happy that to have someone who sees the beauty in spiders ^^

Simialry, imagine seeing her with her doll collection. Tiffany has to have been collecting doll parts before Chucky. She has a soft spot for vintage items and is also into restoration. Imagine sitting next to her, watching her sew up a dolls torn dress or matching the proper limbs to a toy... Imagine seeing the longing look in her eyes when she finds a baby doll and hearing her confess how she's always wanted to be a mother 🥺🥺🥺

Being right there alongside Tiffany while she's collecting newspaper clippings of Chucky; his death, the literal paper trail leading her to Andy, and eventually finding Chucky. If you didn't know about her past with him, this is probably the time that Tiff tells you the truth. You're her best friend/crush, and she wants to trust you. But if you do know, then... You're probably against the idea. Chuck is an asshole 😅 but you want your best friend to be happy too. Even if it means having to watch the woman you love fall back into a bastards arms.

We have plenty of reader pining after Tiffany while she's still in love with Chucky. How about the other way around? Imagine talking to Tiffany about this cute guy you met, failing to notice how distracted she looks. Imagine you introducing your boyfriend to her, and this time you can tell there's something wrong in the way she almost ignores him. Imagine that, years later, she's right there with you shopping for a wedding dress (assuming she didn't kill the loser-), and by now she's trying to accept the fact that you're in love with this guy. As a romantic herself, she gets it... But she wishes that she hadn't been so hung up on Chucky for so long that she lost you.

Kinda related, but... Imagine that, with her experience with love, you go to Tiffany for boy advice. How to get the right guy to look your way. How to cope with heartbreak... How to properly kiss?

Imagine Tiffany introducing you to her mother! (Let's say she's still alive XD) And she's basically like Jim's mum when she meets his S/O; tell Tiffany that she needs to marry you before Chucky scares you away.

Imagine having a similar situation with Doll!Tiffany that Chicky does with some of his victims; somehow you come into possession of this strange doll, and mysterious things start occurring. Granted, Tiffany won't really kill someone like Chucky (unless she has a reason to), but odd things do still happen around your house. It feels like your new doll is alive somehow, and you can't help but treat her as such; confiding in her your troubles, taking extra special care of her, etc. And Tiffany with her bleeding heart can't help but get attached to you.

Thats all I got so far. I hope you enjoy these! ^^

Ooh, we are doing opposite vibes tonight XDD I just watched Cinderella 2015 and now I'm onto Beauty and The Beast 2017 XD

BUT I LOVE THESE SO MUCH!!!

Those first view Imagines with Tiff and her sweet S/O who loves Charlotte and the dolls males me think of a Princess-Like S/O!! Like, a really really lovely soft gentle pretty-in-pink, kind-to-a-fault S/O. Imagine Tiff with this person!! The clashing of the aesthetics!! Tiff doing her gentle powdery make-up and the adorable pink S/O doing her dramatic goth make-up. Tiff protecting this innocent person with bloody viciousness. Tiff kissing that girl with blood in her mouth and that girl winces but she kisses her back because she loves her!! Tiff and the sweet flowery S/O baking together and decorating cupcakes together! 🧁

And- Reader snarking at Chucky once Tiff's got him back VS Tiff snarking at reader's fiance. I need it XD 💜💜💜

Also imagine reader finally catching on to Tiffany's feelings for her Too-Late, once she's engaged!! Imagine them fighting!! 'Why couldn't you want me then?? Why did you have to do this to me n o w???' 'Baby doll I'm not gonna stop you! I just want you to be happy, ya know that!' 'This isn't fair!' 'Honey, life's not fair.'

Tiffany secretly comforting reader like a girlfriend when thats exactly what she cant be now vibes.

Omg XDD You know I immediately imagined Tiffany as yet another Bickerman XD (Bickerman Twins+Little Sister AU?? Sorry I have a problem XD ) Because I can TOTALLY IMAGINE Delores saying a lot of those things that Tiff says her mother told her XD

Omggggggg. Now I'm imaging buying this Tiff doll and suddenly you keep coming home to freshly baked cookies 🍪 or cupcakes 🧁 XDD

[annaphoenix1994]

Ch.99 - Yes to the Dress

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Simon takes Baler school supply shopping while Kiera and her mother shop for the perfect wedding dress.

July

"What else is on the stupid list mom gave me?" Baler huffed as he and Simon both were growing tired of shopping for his upcoming school semester, being enrolled after it was official that he was a Riley. 

Simon sighed as he used his free hand to dig into his pocket while his other arm held Jacob close to his chest, "Well, did you get your school supplies like you were supposed to do when I left to go and change him?" He questioned, nodding his head towards Jacob's sleeping form against his chest while Baler pushed the shopping cart. 

"It was just a few notebooks and binders-"

"Negative," Simon cut him off as he walked around him to look into the cart, using his free hand to move the miscellaneous items around. "You have five classes. You should have five notebooks and five binders. You only have two of each." 

Baler shrugged, "It's not like I'll use 'em..."

"You better. Your mum and I talked long and hard about whether we should send you to school or homeschool you."

"I would've rather been homeschooled."

"Well, you're not. You need to be around kids your age. Being homeschooled on the ranch will teach you what you need to know outside of school, but being in school will teach you social skills and what you want to be when you grow up." 

"Not really..." Baler shrugged, refusing to take Simon's words into account. "I'd rather work and make money than go to school. I mean, you're a cop and anybody can be a cop and mom worked in a courthouse. Surely it's not so hard to get a job." 

Simon chuckled at Baler's ignorance, "You've got us all wrong, kid." 

"Then fill me in. Anybody can be in the military-"

"-I was in the S.A.S. A Lieutenant for years. Kiera was a Case Officer."

"What's that?" 

"What's what? S.A.S or Case Officer?"

"Both?" 

"Special Air Service and to summarize what Kiera was: when the FBI wanted to find someone, she's who they'd send out." 

"Damn. Is that how you two met?" 

"No, we hooked up at a bar in London," He answered sarcastically, smirking at how gullible Baler was. "We met on a mission in Mexico."

"You must have a big dick or a lot of money to have kept her around for that long," Baler poked, genuinely loving pissing Simon off, especially now that he could call him dad. "You better hurry up and marry mom before she gets bored." 

"I have both, but she kept me around because I'm not a bastard." He answered hatefully, not caring that Baler was only fifteen and shouldn't be having a conversation of that topic, but Simon figured that if he was old enough to speak crudely, he was old enough to hear the consequences of it by hearing what he doesn't want to hear.

Especially from his own dad.

"I beg to differ, dad." 

Simon would be lying if he said he didn't feel a bit of pride after hearing the troubled teen address him as his parent, imagining that soon, he'd have two more young beings calling him the same thing for the rest of their lives. He couldn't fucking wait. 

"Just go and get five notebooks and five binders," He huffed. "You already have everything else and she did the hard part by taking you shopping for clothes. We need to hurry up and get home."

"Why?"

"We're feeding the horses tonight."

"Where's mom?" 

"She took Evie and her mum shopping."

"Where?"

"How many fucking questions are you going to ask me?" 

"Mom said no cussing around the babies."

"Well, your mom isn't here, is she?" He retorted. 

"In that case, I'm going to ask how many fucking questions I want." Baler poked, his tone playful. 

"She said for you not to cuss, lad."

"I don't recall that." 

"Best get to remembering," He huffed. "Let's go. I'm tired of being in this bloody store." 

"Wouldn't of had to bring me here if I was homeschooled..." 

"That wasn't my decision." 

"Then what was your decision?" 

"I don't think I should answer that." 

"Don't be a wuss. I can take it." 

"Eh, I better not," He shrugged, a sly smirk on his lips. "You're technically my son now. I have to take your feelings into consideration now. Let's go. We have things to do." 

"Okay, fine," Baler huffed. "What's mom making for dinner tonight?" 

"She's not, we are." 

"Why?" 

Simon huffed at Baler's consistent questions, "She's been handling a lot recently. The least she needs to worry about is making dinner when we're more than capable of doing it to help her out." 

"Wow, I'm quite surprised that you're sentimental." 

"She's my only exception. Don't expect me to do the same to you." 

Baler knew Simon was lying, being told by Soap that "if Simon doesn't intentionally piss you off or constantly make hurtful comments, he doesn't like you." 

"Least you have a heart." 

"A cold one. Let's go." 

Baler shook his head with a smirk, wondering what question he could ask Simon to purposely aggravate him, "Well, when will mom be home?"

"When she gets home." He grumbled. 

"Hateful today, huh?" 

"What made you guess that?" 

"Because you're a dick when she's not around. That's usually my first clue." 

Simon scoffed, "I'm a dick when she's around too, just not to her." 

"No, you're giving her your- never mind. I shouldn't say it." Baler snickered.

"You better not." 

"I won't, but you know what I mean. I unfortunately hear it."

"Hear what?" 

"I may be fifteen but I'm not stupid," Baler scoffed. "I hear you two "wrestling" at two in the morning sometimes." 

"I'm not home at two in the morning unless I'm off work, but nice try." 

"So I guess mom has a dude on the side."

Simon furrowed his brows, wondering if - by some chance - his comment was true. Surely not, he thought. I would've found out by now if she was cheating on me. I'm too observant for her own good!

"Yeah? What have you heard?" 

"Just like last night, I heard a bunch of thuds and she screamed 'oh fuck!'. Then I heard her leave the bedroom and ransack the fridge." He explained. 

Simon then knew that Baler was not aware of Kiera's sleepwalking habits. Unable to hide a grin, he was relieved to know that Kiera had more than likely stubbed her toe during a sleepwalking incident instead of having another lover. "First of all, we're never up at two in the morning when I'm home. Second of all, I guess she never mentioned to you that she has Sundowners." 

"W-What's that?" 

"You ever seen The Visit?" 

"...Yeah?" 

"Just take my advice and go to bed when I tell you to." 

Simon was pleased to see Baler's playful expression turn to nervousness, oblivious to the fact that Kiera did not have Sundowners, just a moderate case of sleepwalking every now and then.

"O-Oh...I didn't know that." 

"Just don't mention it. Talking about it triggers it." 

"R-Right." 

"Let's go find something to make for dinner."

"Can I meet you up front? I wanted to make a stop real quick-"

"No. The last time you "made a stop" led me to search the entire store for you because you didn't mention that you went to look for something you wanted then ran off with Johnny when I purposely avoided him when Kiera said he was here." 

"Fine, I guess I won't get mom flowers." 

Simon stopped in his tracks at Baler's admittance, "What did you do?" 

He shrugged, "Nothing? I just saw how happy she was when you got her flowers the other day and I wanted to make her happy after the headache I've been giving her." 

"Least you admit it. Just meet me up front." 

"I might." 

Baler chuckled at Simon's glare before he made his way towards the floral section. It's so fun pissing him off, he mused.

*

"Have Simon and Baler been getting along?" Eva asked as she bounced Evie on her lap as Kiera continued to browse at wedding dresses. 

"They have," She hummed. "Although they get under each other's skin and butt heads a lot. That's why I send them to run errands together." 

Eva snickered, "It's because they're just alike, sweetheart." 

"That's definitely it. I just hope they haven't killed each other by now. I sent them to Wal-Mart to go school shopping."

"You definitely like to test Simon's patience," Eva giggled. "Sent him to the busiest place at the busiest time of year." 

"Hey, I did the hard part and took Baler to go shopping for clothes. All Simon had to do was take him shopping for his school supplies and pick up something for me to make for dinner tonight. He's probably home by now," Kiera explained. "There's one more dress I want to try on. The first one I liked but-"

"No need to explain, sweetheart. This is going to be a big day for you. I have all the time in the world. One of the many joys of being a retired old goat. Gives me more time to spoil my grandkids!" 

Kiera smiled, sighing as she walked into the dressing room to try on her last dress. With she and her mom going to four stores already, she was growing rather tired of shopping and ready to get home. To my boys, she thought, smiling at herself at the realization that she had finally had a family of her own to fill her once-empty home. "I think this dress really suits you." The assistant smiled as she buttoned the back of the dress. It does seem to fit without needing to be altered...

"I hope so," Kiera breathed. "This is the fourth store we've been to. All of them are so pretty, but I want to try on every single one I like." 

"Girl, I was the same way when I got married," The assistant smiled. "When's your big day?" 

"October 25th." 

"I love Fall weddings!" She gasped. "Indoor or outdoor?" 

"The ceremony is outdoor, but the reception is indoor. We're having it on our family ranch. It's a spot that me and my fiancé found and we - well, I - wanted to be married where nobody has ever been before. You see most people get married in a church or in a vineyard and we just wanted something that was ours." 

"I love that. Your father is Charles Dutton, right?" 

"Sure is." 

"I remember when your family used to rent out a cabin on the west side of their ranch. We used to love coming up there for the summer." 

"He was talking about doing that type of thing again. Although he quit due to people trashing the place when they came to stay," Kiera sighed. "Unfortunately, it takes one to ruin it for everyone else." 

"Yeah, I get that. It's a shame people would come all that way and leave the place a mess. Your father always invited us for breakfast and dinner. I remember he took my husband fly fishing once." 

"He loves to fish," Kiera breathed a laugh, looking at how the dress seemed to fit her perfectly the more the assistant continued to button the back. 

"Take a deep breath out for me. I have two more buttons left." 

"O-Okay. Sorry," She smiled nervously. "I'm just so stressed out." 

"I understand. This is a lot to take in." 

"Not only that, but I've been worried about getting this wedding planned and I'm constantly anxious that something is going to go wrong at the last minute. I still need to find a photographer, my bridesmaid's dresses, decorations - all that stuff." 

"I'm a photographer on the side!" The assistant chimed. "If you're needing help, I'll gladly help you!" 

"Really? How much do you charge?" 

"I can work with you on that," She smiled. "I'll give you my number and later, when you're free, just text or call me with what you're looking for and I'll give you a quote." 

"Thank you so much." 

"You're welcome!" She smiled, fixing the dress and clasping the veil to the crown of Kiera's head. "Alright, let's see what you and your mom think!" She directed, gathering the train of the dress in her hand as she helped guide Keira through the door and into the show room, smiling as she heard Kiera's mom gasp in excitement before Kiera was able to see herself. 

"Oh, honey, that one is gorgeous!" Eva smiled. "It flatters you so well." 

"I think so too, momma," Kiera blushed. "Do you think Simon will like it?" 

"Sweetheart, he will love anything on you. What do you think of that dress?" 

She hummed as she continued to look at herself in the mirror, overwhelmed that she had once seen herself as never getting married due to the fear of not being good enough. She fought tears as she continued to look at herself. Never will I understand why you chose me, Simon. "I-I think this is the one..." 

Eva smiled from ear to ear, clutching Evie close to her chest as she stood to her feet, closing the distance between her and her daughter as she looked at the dress closer. "I love the lace sleeves! It's so beautiful, sweetheart." 

"I think so too," She smiled. "I think this is the one." 

Eva refrained from jumping for joy due to having Evie clasped against her chest. "You are so beautiful. My little girl is all grown up and running off to get married!" 

"I can't believe it." She forced a smile, unable to hold the tears back. 

"Sweetheart, it's okay to cry," Eva smiled, reaching up to wipe the tear from her cheek. "You're going to be such a beautiful bride."

"Thank you, momma," She whimpered, leaning over to press her cheek against her mother's before turning to the assistant. "This is the one." 

"You're absolutely perfect for this dress!" She smiled, clapping her hands together. "Let's get you changed and I'll wrap it up for you!" 

*

After Kiera and Eva made it back to the ranch, Eva quickly took the dress to hide it in the lodge, knowing Simon wouldn't accidentally see if Kiera would have taken the dress to their house. With a quick and warm hug, Eva wished her daughter a warm and restful night as Keira began to make her short drive towards her house. With Evie nestled against her chest, she slung her purse over her shoulder before using her free hand to punch the keycode into the front door, opening it to the smell of a homecooked meal, smiling when she saw Simon and Baler in the kitchen - Simon hovering over him as if he were teaching him something. 

"Just a splash of bloody milk, lad. You're making mashed potatoes, not porridge." 

"That's what I'm doing!" 

"Well, why did we have to add another potato just to make it thicker, huh?"

"Because you said mom likes chunky mashed potatoes!" 

"He's not wrong," Kiera chimed in with a smile, watching them nearly jolt under their skin at her sudden appearance, the pair greeting her with a warm smile and Simon greeting her with loving eyes. "You two didn't have to make dinner tonight-"

"We wanted to," Simon answered, walking up to her and placing an eager kiss to her lips. "I'm glad you made it home, love. How'd your shopping go?" 

She giggled, "I called you when I was on my way home! It's not my fault you didn't answer your phone!" 

"I'm sorry, love," He huffed. "I didn't hear it ring-"

"He also had it on the couch while we were watching Squid Game!" Baler chimed in.

"What is that?" 

"Some bloody fucked up show on Netflix-"

"Don't let dad lie to you, he saw it when we first turned on the TV and he thought it looked cool." 

Kiera shook her head, "You two do nothing to surprise me anymore. What should I trust that you're making for dinner?" 

Simon chuckled as he placed a kiss to her temple, "One of your favorites, don't worry. You never did tell me how your shopping trip went with your mum." 

"I can't say, babe. It's about our day." 

He couldn't hide the smile that spread across his lips, "Then I won't ask, love." 

She giggled, "You'll see in October. I'm going to go change and get her ready for bed-"

"I can get her, love," Simon offered, opening his arms to retrieve his daughter from her arms, smiling at her matching brown eyes as she greeted her father with a toothless smile. "Look at you, lass, wide awake at ten o'clock," He chuckled, keeping her close against his chest as he followed Kiera towards the bedroom. "You're too pretty for your own good right now, lass. I might just have to keep you in this house forever because I don't want to see you start bringing boys home when you're older." 

"Simon," Kiera giggled, entering their bedroom and grasping her pajamas that were folded on the nearby chair. "She doesn't know what you're saying yet." 

"But it makes me feel better by telling her early." He chuckled, unable to help himself by watching her change. He knew she hated when he looked at her when she changed clothes in front of him, hating how she looked, but Simon never saw a flaw in her.

And never would. 

As if he had to repeat himself, he loved every new stretch mark she earned during her pregnancy, her hazel eyes, her smile, the way she slept walk, when she giggled at nothing, the way she spoke, the way she put everyone else before her - every inch of her was nothing but perfect in his eyes. 

Kiera giggled as she shook her head, removing her shoes and jeans and tossing them to the side before sliding on her pajama pants, "Whatever you say, babe." 

He smirked as he bounced Evie on his hip, "Has she already eaten for the night?" 

"No, I gave her a bottle about an hour ago, but I was going to feed her before we eat dinner. Where's Jacob?" 

"He's had a rough day, love," He sighed. "He threw his first temper tantrum at the store today. I can't blame him, though. I hated being in there too. He gave me a good excuse to leave faster." 

Kiera frowned as she gestured for Simon to lay Evie against her chest when she propped herself up on the bed, making a mound of pillows around her to support Evie when she started feeding. He slowly set the baby into her arms, bracing his weight against his palms that lay flat against the mattress as he moved his lips closer to hers, grinning against her lips when he felt her free hand clasp through his hair. "I'm going to feed her and put her to bed before I meet you for dinner."

"I'll be waiting," He smiled before pressing another kiss to her lips. "Baler is trying to make cookies anyway." 

"You best get in there and make sure he doesn't burn the house down." She giggled. 

"That's why I sound like I'm in a rush," He chuckled. "I'll see you soon, yeah?" 

"I'll see you there, babe." 

She smiled as she watched him walk towards the door, turning back to look at her once he reached the doorway, his hand clasped around the doorknob to shut it behind him. "What's that look for, love?" 

"Just looking at you, Simon." 

"You look like you're hiding a secret." 

"Maybe I am." 

"I thought we weren't about secrets, yeah?" 

She arched her brow, "Then since that's the case, I should tell you that I said yes." 

"Yes to what?" 

"The dress." 

His lips curled into an excited smile at her admission, "October can't get here soon enough." 

[shadowsinger11]

Inspiration

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Requested by anon: Could you do a Fred Weasley imagine where he falls in love with Harry’s younger sister. (Maybe a after the war where he lives)

Word Count: 3.3k (my hand slipped oops)

Genre: Fluff, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining etc.

Warnings: Slight innuendo, Fred being cute and hot simultaneously

Tags: @self-ship-love @susceptible-but-siriusexual @hufflexpuff @neovannii @jenniweasley @elf-punk @heart-of-tempered-steel @itseatyourdamnapples

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Masterlist

Ottery St Catchpole, Devon, England, July 16, 2000

It was a chilly Sunday evening. The summer air buzzed with excitement and the tender aroma of magnolia as tiny white and pink petals were gracefully falling from the huge cherry trees, carried by the light breeze. Twilight painted the horizon in liquid gold and fiery red, soon followed by mellow shades of dark blue that brought countless sparkling stars.

It was getting the slightest bit colder, but it did not matter; nothing else mattered but the loud cheers and cheerful music, celebrating the official bond between a Potter and a Weasley under the wide night sky.

You couldn't have been happier for your older brother, Harry, who was currently dancing with Ginny, his now wife - now and for the rest of his, hopefully, but not really likely, peaceful life. For the longest time you've been wondering how he'd always manage to get into trouble even as a small First year with no experience in the wizarding world whatsoever. Or, perhaps, that was the exact reason as to why evil-battling and rule-breaking were such common practices when hanging out with him.

However, there was no fighting that day. There was no room for worry and fear when the entire Weasley family and their loved ones were gathered on the clearing in front of the Burrow, chatting, laughing, dancing, singing, drinking, celebrating and living for what seemed to be the first time since Lord Voldemort's fall. Danger was practically nonexistent in that blissful moment which was frozen in time, once having looked agonizingly distant and impossible to hope for. But that dream was no longer just a foolish fantasy to heal wounded hearts. It was there, and it was happening in the most beautiful way imaginable.

And suddenly, all those clichés of a married life weren't even clichés. They were simply humble wishes of people who had witnessed far too many horrors in such a short period of time, and only craved stability among the massive chaos. So when you glanced at Ginny, a twirling blur of flaming red hair and a gorgeous wedding dress, you didn't feel the need to comment on how banal the color white was. You genuinely smiled, admiring the pure, exuberant joy, visible in her eyes and scarlet cheeks. Harry looked just as, if not even happier than his wife, dancing in the ridiculous but wholehearted way that only he could, and old memories of him winning the golden egg, training Dumbledore's Army and kissing Ginny in the common room for the very first time flooded into your mind.

It had truly been a long time since you had seen Harry careless and free like that.

You yourself had spent an ungodly amount of hours preparing the yard for the ceremony all day; rearranging chairs, decorating, making sure everything was going by schedule, only to then dance your tired feet off, and though you wanted to continue having fun with Hermione, Luna and the rest of the girls waiting for you, you really needed a break. And a drink.

Excusing yourself to leave the particularly interesting conversation you were having with distant Weasley relatives, you slipped off your black flats that, despite looking absolutely stunning, hurt your feet terribly after an entire day of fussing over the color of napkins and flower bouquets. Barefoot on the grass, you walked over to a chair next to a table which seemed to have been occupied, but judging by the mostly empty glasses and plates, the guests weren't coming back anytime soon.

You tossed your shoes aside with a sigh and rushed to rub your aching toes, hissing from how sore they were.

How has Ginny been dancing like that for hours?

"Enjoying the party, I see?" a familiar deep, slightly husky voice commented, causing you to look up.

It was none other than Fred Weasley, dear friend from childhood, staring down at you, his ever-present charming smirk resting on features and hands shoved into the pockets of his dragonskin suit. But it was his flaming red hair that made your eyes widen - it was carefully smoothed back, shining under the moonlight like liquid iron.

Fred's eyes still contained their famous, loveable mischief, except now slightly tamer and calmer. His firm biceps had visibly grown in size, stretching out the fabric of his coat just a bit to give you a prominent silhouette that caught you off guard.

It had been two years; he had changed so much.

And you were afraid to admit you had too.

You blinked in surprise, processing his uncharacteristically sophisticated appearance before realizing what he had asked you.

"Would've enjoyed it far more if my legs weren't killing me," you groaned half-heartedly and leaned back on your chair. "What's with your hair?"

"What's with your feet?"

"I asked you first," you cut him off. "I bet Ginny is responsible for this."

"Actually…" Fred trailed off, and, whether on purpose or not, ran a hand through the ginger locks to keep them in place, unaware of how you suddenly wished the hand doing the graceful motion wasn't his. "Mum insisted that I looked my best. What can I say, it's not like George and I usually listen to her, but we thought we'd make an exception this time; our sister doesn't get married every day. But honestly, Ginny couldn't care less about how we looked as long we showed up."

"So like usual, you mean?" you giggled. "Showing up is an achievement for you even if you're underdressed?"

Fred beamed, pearly white smile complementing his formal outfit. You wondered if he used that exact smile to effortlessly allure costumers and business partners at work.

He rested an elbow on the table as he leaned forward.

"Come on now, darling. I know you find my messy hair irresistible either way."

His cockiness only caused you to laugh, though Fred was quick to spot the flash of nervousness in your eyes; it brought him immense pride to know he was the one to turn you from confident to adorably bashful and flustered in the matter of seconds.

He was looking at you intensely, expectantly waiting for you to deny his flirty accusation despite your shyness.

"Nah, Weasley. It only reminds me that even at twenty-two you still do not know how to use a comb."

Fred's eyebrows shot straight up to his hairline, mouth agape. For the first time, he actually needed a second to form a reply.

"Didn't see that coming, I give you that. Courageous one, you are."

Your heart fluttered with joy and you openly grinned, shrugging in half-hearted humbleness.

"Perhaps I am."

Speaking to him felt unusually energizing, as though you had jumped headfirst into a chilly lake. It was unfamiliar and it set your nerves on fire, causing your stomach to twist and turn with sensations that left you dizzy, but unbelievably thrilled. And you wanted more of it, you wanted more of him.

"Fancy a drink?" Fred offered, already pouring champagne into a glass before handing it to you, and you keenly took it.

"Thanks, I've been thirsty with all the preparations I was doing."

"Is that why your legs are killing you?"

"Exactly, I've been running around all day, making sure everything was in order… you know, a lot of organizing and the like."

"It must hurt quite a bit then," Fred commented with a pained grimace. "But I absolutely get you, Georgie and I are just like that when it comes to the shop. It's a lot of accounting if I'm being honest, though I admit he's way better at it. We need to be completely precise; we can't allow any mistakes."

"Woah," you laughed. "Control freak much?"

He wettened his lips, never breaking eye contact.

"Perhaps I am."

You tilted your head to the side, gaze piercing into his in hopes of finding out what those gorgeous brown eyes were hiding. The tiny playful flames in them were eloquent.

Shifting slightly in your seat, you smoothed out your bridesmaid dress and raised your glass, the ghost of a smirk playing on your lips.

"Cheers to us control freaks then."

Fred mirrored your smug expression and your glasses met with a clink. The bubbly liquid tingled your throat, undoubtedly refreshing you and cooling you off. You glanced at the people dancing in the centre of the clearing and giggled - Ginny had apparently thrown away her white shoes long ago, bare feet stepping elegantly on the grass.

"You see, I'd like to chat a bit more with you, but I'm afraid it's a bit too loud here. What about we go to the pond across the field?" Fred suggested, pointing at the woods behind his back. You had visited them countless times when staying with Harry at the Burrow during holidays years ago; the tall trees and the glistening waters had never ceased to bring you comfort.

The noise started to become bothersome, and you felt it even more necessary to continue your conversation somewhere private, the unknown causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Fred's presence could only be compared to a shot of whiskey, or the sensation of anticipating a tidal wave to crash into you in less than a second. It was wild and the tiniest bit terrifying, but oh so tempting as it pulled you in.

"I'd love that, but… you know," you grinned and playfully swang your sore feet. "Can't really walk."

But this didn't at all seem like a problem to Fred Weasley who only shrugged and stood up, "You don't have to. I'll carry you."

"Merlin, no! Please, it's not necessary."

Fred frowned, but his confused expression was soon replaced by an amused one.

"You said it yourself that your feet hurt like hell. And even if carrying you around isn't necessary, it doesn't mean I don't want to."

You attempted to tame the butterflies.

"No, no! You seriously don't have to, I promise," you frantically protested as you held up your hands in front of you to reassure him, but he only gave you a weird look. "I can walk on my own. I'll be too heavy for you."

"There's only one way to find out."

Fred walked over to you and leaned down, one hand sneaking around your waist and the other slipping under your knees. You shrieked in terror, arms flying to clutch at his shoulders, and heat rose to your cheeks from the abrupt contact. Your chests were pressed together, and you were afraid he'd be able to feel your racing heart. His skin was warmer than you had thought, and it successfully fought off the night summer chill.

"Are we going?" Fred whispered down at you, lips so close to yours that you recognized the nuance of champagne in his breath, mixing unbelievably well with the scent of cinnamon and sandalwood of his cologne.

Not only is he sinfully attractive, but he smells heavenly too?

"Yes," you breathed and let Fred effortlessly walk across the meadow with you in his arms. They brought this new, odd, yet familiar sense of security, and you allowed your head to rest against his chest, nervous gaze wandering off into the distance in hopes of not meeting his. Nevertheless, curiosity eventually took the best of you, and your eyes would occasionally flicker to his, which were now completely black under the night sky. They could swallow you whole, you swore.

Minutes later, you found yourselves in the company of old, enormous willows which surrounded the pond you so vividly remembered from your teenage years. You thanked Fred as he carefully let you down, and took a few steps forward to look around and drench in the misty moonlight that enveloped the area. The waters were crystal clear and completely still, reflecting the moon and its majestic silver glow. The bushes had grown significantly over the time you were away, and you fondly looked back at the moments when you would pick up colorful wildflowers in the summer before your fourth year.

"Shall we sit?" Fred asked quietly from right behind your shoulder, and you followed him with a nod. You found a comfortable spot on the fresh grass to sit, a few feet away from where the water met the soil and moved back and forth ever so slightly.

"It's more beautiful than I remember," you noted, lips curled up in a barely visible smile. Fred hummed in agreement.

"That's why I always make sure to come here every chance I get when I return. But, unfortunately, that's very rare in my case."

For a moment, there was only the chirping of crickets and the soft bubbling of water.

Fred turned to you.

"Remember when mum used to call for us to de-gnome the garden and we'd hide here? We could stay in the bushes for hours before we eventually came back," he recalled, seeming deep in thought. It was an extraordinary sight; for once the playful spark in his eyes was more mellow, there was no cockiness seeping into the way he was holding himself. He was just Fred, the man who was currently thinking with so much adoration and love about his childhood, the most significant memories of it being marked by you.

You wondered, given you ever had the chance to spend with Fred as much time as your older brother did, if the charismatic prankster would have fallen for you like you had done. You wondered, given the chance you had let Fred get to know you better all those summers ago, if his heart would have belonged to you by now just like yours did to him.

Had you possibly missed your chance?

"Oh, I do," you sighed, the tension in your chest vanishing as warm nostalgia crept in like an old friend. "I also remember when I got this really bad nightmare that night. I was so terrified that you took me on a ride with your broom in the middle of the night to cheer me up."

"That's true! My parents don't know about it to this day," he replied smugly. "I can still hear you screaming like a lunatic."

You jokingly smacked his arm, "I was twelve!"

Fred's grin grew wider.

"Excuses…"

This only caused you to stare at him in disbelief and cross your arms, managing your most serious expression, but Fred was aware you were on the verge of failing to keep your stern facade. He squinted his eyes as a teasing attempt to provoke you, smile threatening to split his face in two.

"Alright then, that's enough about me," you announced, and Fred nodded in mock agreement as he studied your playful pretence. "If you're so much better than me, Mr Darcy, what else do you do aside from stealing ladies away?"

"Stealing their hearts," he said confidently, flashing you a seductive smirk, reserved only for special girls back in your Hogwarts days. You giggled, finding his antic utterly ridiculous, but you hated to admit that it still turned your blood into liquid fire. Fred apparently saw right through you, because when your eyes landed on his, they appeared completely dark once again, but, you suspected, for a reason other than the lack of light.

Your throat went dry, and you found it hard to swallow down the lump that cut your breath short.

He ran a hand through his ginger hair as he began to explain, "I'm kidding, you know. But to answer your question, George and I have been working on this potion that should be able to change the color of the eyes and hair. Fun for those who enjoy experimenting with their appearance, but it can also be useful to the Ministry. They're actually going to send a team of a couple of aurors to visit us next month so we can update them on our progress and negotiate the details."

"Wow! That's certainly exciting!"

"Is it? I mean, it probably is, but I've been having second thoughts lately if I'm being honest." He scratched the back of his neck, and you realised you had only witnessed him being anxious when it came to his greatest passion. "I'm afraid we might not be done on time, there's still plenty left to improve."

You put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, and said, "I'm sure you'll figure it all out eventually. Keep working as you normally do, try not to stress too much over the deadline, and even if things go wrong at some point, don't go too hard on yourself. It wouldn't take away any progress you've made so far."

Fred's body relaxed just a bit and he looked down at you. He couldn't deny the sense of serenity that he felt only when he was with you. Even as a careless young boy, he was able to pinpoint the way his midriff would clench every time you'd laugh at his jokes or ask him to play with you, without knowing what it all meant.

But now, as a grown man, he had a word to describe the bittersweet fire within.

"You know what?" He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I could really benefit from having someone like you around to give me motivation."

"Motivation, huh?" you raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. Fred sneaked a hand around your waist and pulled you closer.

"Yes, motivation."

"Motivation for what?"

"Marketing strategies, work projects…" he shrugged nonchalantly, "...among other things."

You quickly caught on, suddenly becoming way too self-aware of the way you were practically cuddled into Fred's side, hand resting on his shoulder while his were wrapped around your waist. But his shining confidence seemed to rub off on you, because you asked.

"What's with you offering me a job all of a sudden?"

His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he took his sweet time devouring you with his darkened gaze. You didn't know whether you wanted to hide from it, or expose yourself even further to the way it burned its way straight to your core.

"Well…" Fred dragged out in his low, hoarse voice, and caressed your cheek with his thumb before slipping it under your chin to guide it towards his face. You could nearly taste the remaining flavour of champagne on his lips. "I've certainly been feeling…"

Fred went quiet as he got lost in the way you fit so perfectly in his arms; you had always meant to be there, he realised. His mouth crashed into yours, hands tightly gripping your waist, and you let out a gasp. Fred's lips were soft, although slightly chapped, and they moved gently but firmly against yours, turning you into their slave. Your palms naturally slid up his chest and he closed any remaining distance between your bodies by placing you to straddle his lap. The kiss was a dance of pushing forward and pulling back, two lovers having finally found their rhythm after years of living in fearful desire. You were positively drunk on his taste, on him, and you wished to never become sober.

When your need for air overcame the one for physical contact, you pulled away. Your chests were heaving with rapid, shallow breaths, hearts beating in synch like they had always done. You let a finger tenderly trace his cheekbone down to his jawline, then it came back up to draw different affectionate patterns on his face.

"What were you saying?" you asked, clearly out of breath. "How were you feeling?"

He fondly took your hand that was caressing his skin, and lifted it up to press feather-light kisses on your knuckles. His lips retraced their path until they reached the tips of your fingers, and he kissed those with the gentlest of touch.

You heart ached pleasurably from the way he was handling you with such care, much more than you ever believed he was capable of.

After minutes of worshipping you by the moonlit lake, Fred looked back at you as though you were his entire world. And replied with a smile.

"Inspired."

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Some Hot Shot

Back to the Fresh Starts Series continuation. This piece is a rare one that isn’t episode based. This is more of a Background to the reader.

Warning: Most life situations. Mentions talks of death of a parent, death of a grandparent and touches very very light on a verbally abusive ex boy friend.

Enjoy, its a softer side of our Barba xx

Rafael walked in from work, mentally drained and overly tired. He could smell the amazing smell that was your cooking coming from the oven. As he walked into the kitchen, he seen a white pearl envelop sitting on the bench, on top of some other mail with your address written in fancy gold lettering.

"Hermosa" he yelled out

"One second" you walked out of the bathroom freshly showered in navy track pants and his grey Harvard t-shirt.

"Hey Rafi, I missed you today. Dinner shouldn’t be much longer" you said as you walked over to him.

"I missed you, so much" he hugged and kissed you Hello. "Just let me have a quick shower" you smiled at him and kissed his nose.

By the time he came out, you had just sat dinner on the table. You made a pasta bake, one of Sonny's recipes. He came and sat down and started to eat. He seen the pearl envelop sitting on table next to you,

"Mi Hermosa, what's that?" He nodded towards the it. You took a deep breath, how would you sell this to him.

You didn't have an overly big group of friends, but you had friends none the less. Your group wasn't unpopular but wasn't popular either. Your best Friend Gwen, who you still kept in contact with here and there, you guys were always together, joint at the hip your Mum's used to say.

But Gwen always wanted everything to be handed to her, you guessed that's pretty much what life did to her anyway, so she was used to that treatment. She always caught the eye of boys where ever you guys went. You were always the token friend who the guys that were hooking with her, their friends had to "deal" with.

That was life pretty much till the highest years of high school, until you met Jeff and Rodger. They were best friends in the same grade as you. You guys had never taken notice of them before, till they hit puberty and the game changed.

Of all the girls they could have picked, they picked you guys. Jeff was from old money, so of course Gwen made a bee line to him. Rodger was softer, kinder and down to earth, at the beginning anyway. He came from a long line of police officers from both sides, and that was his goal, which was yours also. That was really the only thing you guys had in common. His home life was good. He lived together with his grandparents, his parents and little brother. Because his Mum and Dad's were both officers for the next town over, his grandparents were the main care givers, but when his parents were around they were amazing.

Your future goals became your relationship goals. While Gwen and Jeff were just skipping through life, not really worried about the future because of Jeff's family money, you and Rodger worked hard. You were both accepted into the academy straight out of high school. Moving there off campus and into a small studio apartment, just enough for you both for the time you guys would be there. Everything was going great.  You both wanted to move to the big city, you of course wanted to be a Detective and Rodger wanted to work his way up to Chief.

After being there about 2 months, Rodger got a phone call to say his Grandfather had a heart attack and didn't make it. That was start of everything falling apart. He was very close to his Grandfather, it broke him in half. You both went home for the funeral and then went back pretty much straight away.

Rodger started skipping classes and staying in bed all day. You tried to get him help but he didn't want it. Then he started to take things out on you. Not physically, but verbally. If you passed you got in trouble, if you stayed up studying you got in trouble, anything you did you got in trouble. He got 3 warnings to pick up his game, which he took no notice of. He was kicked out and sent home. Lucky they had an empty dorm you could move into after he left.

You did long distance for the remaining of your study, if that’s what you would really call it, talking maybe once a week if that. He didn't come to your graduation, and when he saw you after your first shift in your police uniform he broke up with you, he couldn't handle it.

Gwen was still with Jeff, it was hard to be away from Rodger and still be friends with Gwen. Before you knew it he turned bitter and twisted towards you, so you started to keep your distance. You did what you had to do to study and pass and then put in for the job at SVU. Which you got and you started your new life. You moved to New York for the love of your career, but you found the love of your life and amazing group of co-workers that were now your best friends. Rafael knew all about this relationship as did the squad. Gwen also knew about Rafael.

"Well--you know my friend-my best friend Gwen from back home?" He nodded at you. "She is getting married in a couple of months, and we have been invited-- I have also been asked to be her maid of honour" Rafael looked at you sensing you had more to say. "I have to go up the weekend before for her hen’s night and then stay that week till the wedding. And I wanted you to come with me for the week. We can stay with my Mum and I can show you around town." You paused and could see him thinking it over. "There is just one thing I'm not happy about, but there is nothing I can do about it" he raised one eye brow at you "Rodger is best man, so-- he will be my partner"

He put his fork down on his plate and sat back in his chair.

"I'll have to ask the DA for the time off, but I would love to come. It will be great to see where your roots began, and see your Mum again." he said with a smile.

"You don't mind about Rodger?"

"What's there to mind? Your with me now, if you can stand up to my ex the way you did, I'm sure I can too if I need too" Rafael winked at you.

You got up from your seat, walked over and sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"And anyway way Hermosa, why would be I worried about someone that doesn't wear suspenders.” His famous smirk came to his face.

****

You spoke to Liv the next day and she approved your week, Sonny was going to cover for you. Rafael put in the dates with DA and it was approved by the end of week. You booked your bus tickets there and back, your Mum was going to pick you guys up for the bus station and drive you home.

"I need to get fit" you sighed as you took a bite of pizza.

"Why? You look fine" Nick scoffed back

"You know what it's like when you go home for the first time in a while, you have to look your best"

"Start running with me before work" Amanda smiled at you.

You took Amanda's suggestion and that's what you started to do. Every morning you guys would meet up, run then be home in time to shower and head back in with Rafael for work. He didn't quite understand why you were doing it, he loved you just the way you were, but it made you feel good and way your body had started to change shape he found it hard to keep his hands off you, even at work.

Gwen told you to pick your own dress, but she told you the colour she wanted. Amanda offered to go with you one weekend to try on dresses, and she gave the tick of approval when you picked the one you could both agree on.

"Running has done wonders for your body, if that's even possible" Amanda rolled her eyes “You look stunning. I bet your ex is going to be pissed" she laughed as you giggled back walking out of the dress shop.

"I don't think he will be pissed at that. He is already pissed that I'm in SVU, once he founds out Rafael is the ADA. I’am worried, he is nasty" You rolled your eyes.

"And if I were him I would be worried about your smart ass mouth, you have balls girl and that boyfriend of yours when it comes to you Barba doesn't hold back. Good luck to him if he starts" Amanda raised her eye brows at you.

****

You guys had packed for the week on the Thursday night and you both finishing early on the Friday to get your bus.

Rafael hadn't seen your dress yet, but he was excited. Gwen had told you that Jeff had invited him to the buck’s night which was on the same night as the hens at a different bar. You both decided it wasn't the best idea, so he was going to stay home with your Mum and he would pick you up when the night was over.

Your mum was waiting for you both as the bus pulled up. You both got off and she couldn't contain her excitement. She walked over to Rafael first and gave him a big hug.

"It’s so nice to see you again Rafael"

"Like wise" he gave her a  big smile.

"Hello Sweet heart" your Mum gave you a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Hey Mum, I've missed you"

"Same sweetheart. Get your bags and let’s go, I have some fried chicken to make, hope you’re hungry"

Your house wasn’t much, but it was home. It was just two bed room. It was just enough for you and your Mum. Your Dad passed away when you were 16 and your Mum had to work two jobs to pay it off.

Rafael walked in and felt warm and cosy straight away. There were photos of you everywhere at different stages of your life. But the one that made his heart swell was of a big one of you above the TV. It looked like your graduation. You were in your full police uniform looking down at a photo you held in your hands in a frame, a photo of your Dad. You saw Rafael standing there looking at it, so you walked over and put your chin on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"I wish you could have met him. He would have liked you" Rafael lent his head on yours, a small smile coming to his face.

"I'll start dinner, you guys freshen up" Your Mum shouted from the kitchen.

"Come Rafi, let's put our stuff in my room"

You took his hand in yours and led him down the hall. Your door was at the end. As he seen it he giggled to himself. It was just how you left it. It was covered in posters of your favourite bands and theatre shows. You tuned the knob and pushed it open.

It was an average size room. You had a built in to the right, with a white desk next to that, and then a book shelf next to that with every shelf filled with books and  some photo frames in front of the books that you had left behind. Either side of your bed was a bed side table, and on the left side wall, roof to floor with more posters.

Rafael put down his bag and walked over to the wall in awe.

"Wow, mi Hermosa, where did you get all these posters?"

"Mostly magazine" you smiled.

"Y/N can you come and set the table please?" your Mum yelled out.

"Come on Rafi, I'm starving”

****

"How do I look?" you walked into the living room to your Mum and Rafael sitting having a coffee together. Rafael’s eyes widened and his mouth slightly dropped open.

You had a dark purple dress on with short puffy sleeves, an elastic waist band, with a low scoop neck, which came down and rested just below the start of your breast. The dress flowed down to your mid thighs. Your heart necklace rested around your neck, diamond studs in your ears, black strappy sandals, light make up and your hair in big curls.

"Wow sweetie, you look pretty" your Mum smiled over at you.

"Beautiful mi Hermosa"

"I almost feel like you shouldn't be dressed like that going out when your boyfriend is at home with your Mum" your Mum and Rafael both laughed together.

"Ha Ha…. Rafi are you ready? I'm going to be late"

"Let us know when you’re ready and we will come and pick you up" Your Mum said as you kissed her on the cheek.

"Rafael dinner will be ready by the time you come back"

The ride to the bar was fun, you guys laughed and joked, and you pointed out different things as you drove past, telling him a couple of stories along the way.

"I' am going to miss you tonight Rafi"

"I'll miss you too" he grabbed your hand in his and kissed the back. "Don't drink too much OK" he laughed at you

"That's if I even drink at all" you huffed at him. Just then you guys had pulled up at the bar.

"You call me as soon as you want me to come and pick you up. Have a great night, I love you" he lent over and grabbed your face with both hands, pulling you to him and kissed you deeply.

"I love you Rafi" you opened the door and got out. You shut it waved at him and blew a kiss walking towards the door.

"Y/N" You heard from the back of the bar, you knew that voice, Gwen. She came running towards you and jumped on you wrapping her arms around your neck. You wrapped your arms around her waist.

"I've missed you so much. Welcome home"

"I've missed you too G" You said into her ear.

She let you go and grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the back, where there was a table set up along the back wall.

"Everyone can't wait to see you" Gwen smiled at you.

It was mostly her cousins that you had grown up with and Jeff's not so little anymore sister. Everyone was happy to see you, all getting up to kiss and hug you Hello. Dinner was severed and you all had a glass of wine served to you.

"So little Y/N, living in the big city working for SVU, that must be fun" said Nancy, one of Gwen's cousins sitting next to you.

"Yeah I love it actually. It can be hard, but it's the best move I ever made" you smiled back.

"Gwen told us you have a boyfriend" said Lucy with a smirk, another cousin.

"Yeah, his name is Rafael. Rafael Barba, he is the Assistant District Attorney"

"You never told me that. When you said his name was Rafael that didn't even click" Gwen sassed back at you, "He's a big deal. I have seen him on the TV, he is so handsome" Gwen giggled.

"Thank you" you smiled back

"So how did that happen? He's older then you right? He looks older" Gwen said. All eyes were on you waiting for an answer.

"Age is just a number" you answered back and went on to tell them how it happened and how you guys got together.

"Rodger is going to be pissed when he hears about this" Jeff's little sister Wendy laughed, “He hasn't been in a relationship since your break up. My Daddy gave him a job at the bank and helped straighten him out a little, but he drinks like a fish in his down time. But in fairness, he may not have been in a relationship since you, but he has been in a LOT of women" they all started to laugh around the table. You smiled slightly and took a sip of your wine.

The night was fun you guys laughed and danced and had a great time. You saw a few faces around that you knew and had some small talk. You didn't drink anymore after dinner.

It was 1 am and Gwen was off with the fairies. Mostly everyone had left, it was just you, Gwen and Wendy. Wendy wasn't a big drinker so she was good. But Gwen couldn't even stand straight. You sat her down on a chair,

"I’ll message Rafael and get them to come and pick us up, my Mum will drive you guys home" Wendy nodded.

You messaged Rafael and he replied straight away that they were on the way. It was only 10 minutes from your place too the bar. You waited 5 minutes and then helped Gwen stand. You put an arm around your neck and one around her waist and led her out, Wendy following close behind. When Rafael and your mum pulled up, he could see Gwen laying on you, he got out and opened the back door.

"Do you need help Hermosa?"

"I'm good thanks Rafi, that's Wendy by the way" you nodded towards her

"Hey Rafael, nice to meet you" she held out her hand to shake his.

"Nice to meet you Wendy" he smiled.

You sat Gwen on the seat and pushed her back and shut the door, you walked around and slid into the middle and Wendy got in next to you, Rafael back in the front.

"Hey Mrs Y/L/N, thanks for taking us home" Wendy said from the back seat.

"Hi Wendy, No problems" your Mum smiled.

On the drive to Wendy's, which Gwen was staying there the night, she moved her body towards yours and wrapped her arms around your neck. The smell of the alcohol from her breath made your stomach churn.

"Why did you leave me? You are my best friend and you just up and left. You never call—you never message, you’re always busy with work and that handsome boyfriend. I bet he's good in bed. I wouldn't mind a go! Let's swap for a night before Saturday, you can have Jeff and I'll have Rafael" Gwen slurred while Wendy was laughing loud.

"Gwen, my Mum is here, and so is Rafael" you gave her a warning tone "And I don't like to share you know that, he's mine. Your drunk, go to sleep"

TBC