no i dont ship the captain and lieutenant/major havers from the hit british sitcom ghosts, who do you think i am?
*hides carpe diem bookmark in my ww2 book, hides 2 sketchbooks dedicated to them, hides digital art, hides my mallard crochet duck that i named anthony p havers, hides my likes/favourites on tiktok, hides my pinterest board on the six idiots that is mostly them, hides my poetry about love that subtly hints to them*
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A Cuppa
Winter Prompts Masterlist | Winter Prompts List
Pairing: Raymond Smith x Reader
Prompts: Shiver/ Warm /Old Enemies
“Come inside.”
“No thank you.”
Raymond shot you an unimpressed gaze over the top of his glasses.
“The sooner you do, the sooner we can get you a hot cuppa,” He added.
“I’d prefer scotch.”
“We can do that.”
“I’m not coming in. What makes you think I need something hot?”
“You’re shivering.”
You pointedly tightened your coat around yourself, averting your gaze. It was another moment before Raymond stepped out into the cold with you, stopping in front of you and catching your eye.
“Come in,” He urged softly, “Have a drink. We don’t even have to talk.”
You pursed your lips before you gave a reluctant nod. Raymond led the way to the door, holding it open for you. You stepped into Lore of the Land and puffed your cheeks out as warmth washed over you.
“One tea and one scotch, please, Bobby,” Raymond requested, stepping up to the bar. You lingered a couple of steps behind, unsure of what to do with yourself. Your previous visits to the bar had always been nerve-wracking, but since your boss called a truce with Mickey Pearson, you and Raymond were still working on edging your way out of a contentious limbo. You didn’t know how to act around him now that you were on the same side.
Raymond took up the drinks and turned, nodding you toward a table. You went obligingly, sitting and muttering your thanks. You lifted the scotch to your lips and took a sip. You sighed contentedly, feeling some of your chill and tension melt.
“Good?” Raymond asked. You nodded a little as you flexed your bare, frigid fingers. You could feel Raymond watching you closely, but you didn't dare meet his eye. “Give me your hands.”
Your brow furrowed at the order, but you held your hands out obligingly. Your stomach twisted as he took hold of them, pressing them around his mug of tea. You sucked in a soft, surprised breath at the warmth of his hands around yours, against the heat of the mug.
“Better?” He plied. You gave another slow, almost grudging nod. It pained you to say this, but—
“Thank you.”
It was quiet, and a little nervous as it left you. Raymond just let out a reassuring little hum—and then chased it with a chastisement of:
“You need gloves.”
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"how did you convince your family to start letting you dye your hair/get piercings and tattoos/wear what you wanted"
I literally didn't one day in year 9 during the easter break I secretly bought a tub of directions denim blue hair dye from the local goth shop with no gloves and no bleach, slapped it on my head bare handed and then walked downstairs shaking badly enough that I was probably blurry round the edges and haven't stopped doing dumb shit since
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Do you think that Bowser will make Luigi pregnant?
Ehhh, tbh I've never really been into mpreg. If you like it, no hate, it's just not my thing. If that's what your searching for, I'm afraid you've found the wrong blog, my friend 😅
Have a hamster instead!
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