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asravenous · 1 month

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slice of pi

task: write a self-para of your character presenting their talent. evening (sometime between 6–8pm), the spare room september 7th 2005 with mrs. tristan & the rest of the wards

The whole thing was outrageously absurd. He couldn’t even begin to comprehend how Mrs. Tristan had come to the conclusion that a talent show in the middle of the week would be the perfect way to raise their spirits. To take their minds off grief? Vikram shifted uneasily in his seat as Celia and Angus performed a cello and violin duet. All the announcement had given him today was even more grief — once he came to terms with the miserable reality of being asked to perform at a “family” talent show at thirty — the irritation slowly simmering under the surface, like an itch he couldn’t scratch.

He still had half a mind to sit out of this one. Being sentenced to wash dishes didn’t sound completely awful. Tiring and laborious, sure. But awful? That was yet to be determined. Given that the threat of menial labor came after their day at the greenhouse, however… He was sure the rest would choose to stand in the center of the room, subjected to 16 pairs of eyes.

Joining in the discordant applause, Vikram looked on as Mrs. Tristan pulled out the next name out of her head. Alison. Not him, which meant he could still sit in the shadows and continue mulling over his decision. He stared at the table in front of him, zoning out as he played with his food.

“Vikram dear, are you participating?”

Without his knowledge, his name had been drawn out of the hat. That either meant Alison finished her performance and he missed it in its entirety or she had withdrawn. How long did he not pay attention, anyway? He took a moment to compose himself, looking up from his plate and meeting Mrs. Tristan’s eyes.

“Yeah,” he mumbled dumbly, not immune to her expectant gaze. It was always hard to say no to Mrs. Tristan, having relied on her all those years he spent in Woodrow. Clearing his throat, he nodded his head in assent.

“Yes,” loud and clear this time, “sorry, I’ll make my way there now.”

“Perfect!” She clapped her hands, equal parts relieved and delighted that he didn’t refuse. You could never be too sure with Vikram, in spite of his apparent predictability at times. “Come now, sweetheart, I can’t wait to watch what you’ve prepared.”

Unfortunately, Vikram thought sullenly as he walked over to the makeshift stage, I haven’t prepared anything. He didn’t share the same musical talents as Reece, Celia or Angus. River as well, odd as his performance was. As far as talent shows went, the acts presented thus far were pretty much standard fare. Celebration of Richard’s love of the arts, indeed. Too bad he couldn’t just pluck any of the pieces he made in Ceramics Club as a teen and showcase them here. By this point, everyone had already seen those.

Finally taking center stage, standing in front of people who were simultaneously familiar and strange, all Vikram could feel was his own heartbeat thudding in his ribcage. Awkwardness and a general unease encompassed his lanky body, as much as he tried to present himself otherwise. The confrontation with Talia that night aside, he hadn’t felt this way in years. Not even when he first started giving lectures in front of hundreds of students.

“Well…” he started off, stalling a little for time as he quickly racked his brain for something he could do on the spot. “I can’t say I can hold a tune like some of us, even though I might have pestered you guys to teach me when we were younger.”

There’s a wry laugh at that — his own. If anyone else had reacted, Vikram couldn’t hear while he balanced being in his head and being present. Always a toss-up. He couldn’t have both without giving up one thing or another.

“It’s a shame I didn’t keep up with any arts or crafts. Watching the lot of you performing while having dinner was an amazing experience. Honestly, they deserve another round of applause,” he paused for a bit, clapping as well. His posture straightened, confidence growing the more he spoke. “I can’t wait to watch what the rest have lined up as I finish my dinner.”

Knowing his own tendency for going down a rabbit hole every now and then, he had picked up a few too many things over the years. At best, they were mildly useful and at worst? They served no purpose, shelved away to the back of his mind. Maybe it was time to blow the dust off at least one of them.

“It got me thinking: the dinner we had together on Monday featured some of his favorite dishes. Dessert was apple pie à la mode,” Vikram squinted a bit then, the spotlight suddenly feeling a little too bright; the segue into what he wanted to do a little too forced for his liking. Being put on the spot really tested the limits of his creativity. Perhaps he should’ve done an introductory class on How to Bullshit instead of Physics, with the way this was going.

“So here’s my favorite slice of pi. Just one hundred digits of it.” Light work, really. But boring them with anything more than that would be overkill, wouldn’t it? “Three point one four one five nine two six five three five…”

“…eight nine seven nine three two three eight four six two six…”

“… four three three eight three two seven nine five zero two eight…”

“…eight four one nine seven one six nine three nine nine three…”

“…seven five one zero five eight two zero nine seven four nine…”

“…four four five nine two three zero seven eight one six four…”

“…zero six two eight six two zero eight nine nine eight six…”

“…two eight zero three four eight two five three four two one…”

“…one seven zero six seven,” he finished, slightly bowing his head in thanks before using those long legs of his to walk briskly back to his seat.

#wrhq.task #vm.e #caught slacking again mb guys 😞#i was gonna write more but then realised him memorising pi had nothing to do with richard #what a nerd omfg loserrrrr

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george-fabian-weasley · 3 years

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the mad hatter — g. w. (chapter 2)

Summary: Chief Detective Y/N Weasley had questioned the bakery owner and earned some very important clues. George, in the meantime, had spent a recorder, talking about how he first met his wife.

Words: 2,770 words

Warnings ⚠ : mentions of food and drinks, mentions of murder, thriller, bickering, husband!george, dad!george, sadistic!george, mentions of masochism, fem!reader, mentions of feelings, angst (in a way)

Disclaimer: had to delay the second chapter for 15 minutes because my Word Document couldn't load on my desktop so I had to write the whole chapter down on my phone :') Anyway, Reblogs and Comments are highly appreciated! Enjoy!

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“Richard Kowalski?” Zabini’s voice caused the plump man to turn around and face them with a tray of freshly baked croissants in his hands. “Yes?” His American accent rung through the nearly empty bakery, it was after lunch hour and a lot of customers had gone back to work. You stepped up, “I’m Chief Detective Y/N Weasley and this is Detective Blaise Zabini, may we ask some questions?”

A few days after George had told you about the bakery, you had quickly informed the team to ask the owner of the bakery some questions. And because it was Zabini’s and Nott’s turns the last time, (and Lav actually coerced talked to Blaise), the tall lean man and you had to be the questioners of the day.

“Am I being arrested?” The question had raised your eyebrow, “Have you done something against the law?” You questioned back, and your suspicions heightened at Mr. Kowalski’s body language; gulping excessively, eyes darting everywhere, licking suddenly dry lips.

“N-No, ma’am.”

“Say, Mr. Kowalski, are you selling these macarons?” Zabini asked as he moved to a basket on the top of the counter. There were neatly placed red velvet macarons; three in one transparent plastic with a dark red ribbon on top. “Oh yes, I do. The customers really loved them, we sold them out every time!” Kowalski happily said, his lips etched a proud smile.

“Then, do you have the records for March 15th? We have the suspicions that a serial killer used your red velvet macarons to poison his victims,” You voiced out after a while being silent, and again, Kowalski paled before you.

“A serial killer? Y-You mean,” he inched closer to you, looking almost scared to actually say the name standing in his mind, “The Mad Hatter?” He whispered in fear.

You furrowed your eyebrows, no one outside of the Homicide department knew of this serial killer’s name yet, so how did he—

As if Kowalski read your thoughts, he froze. He looked around the bakery — empty — and sighed. He nodded to the kitchens, “This way,” he breathed dejectedly. You and Zabini shared a curious glance before following the baker into the kitchens.

After guiding the police officers to the back of his bakery, Kowalski ran his hand through his curly hair, sighing heavily. “What are you hiding, Kowalski?” Zabini asked seriously. Kowalski glanced at the both of you and looked away as if contemplating to tell you the truth. “Mr. Kowalski. If you have any direct contact with The Mad Hatter and you won’t tell us, you’ll be arrested for obstructing justice,” You said sternly.

The man before you genuinely looked conflicted, before he finally sighed harshly. “Fine, there was a guy.”

A clue!

“What guy, Mr. Kowalski?” You asked, encouraging him to go on. “On 15th March, I wasn’t here because I was visiting my gran, Queenie. But 2 months before that, a guy would always come after midnight to this very alley to buy some red velvet macarons,” He bit his lip, closing his eyes in despair. He opened them and turned to the right, an end of an alleyway connecting straight to the streets, noises of engines were faint.

You looked at where he looked, and as if a projector was playing, you could see the mysterious man walking into the alleyway to meet Kowalski.

“He would always buy 3 packets of the macarons. Not more, not less. And he would always give the exact amount of the price and asked for no receipt. After the first murder, Dave Busher,” He looked at you and you nodded in confirmation, while Zabini wrote all the important notes, “I didn’t want to sell him any more macarons at midnight.”

“What happened then?” Zabini asked. Kowalski gulped, “He started to come at daylight. Even without a black hat or a black jacket, I knew it was him. And he knew it too because he smiled every time he looks at me." He shivered at the sudden nerves running down his spine.

“How did you know it’s The Mad Hatter? We never let that name out to the media, Kowalski,” Zabini stated, tilting his head accusingly. You raised a hand to stop him, sometimes Zabini can be too intimidating; brilliant in the interrogation room, but asking around then not so much.

“He told me, that he’s The Mad Hatter.”

You narrowed your eyes, “He told you? When did he tell you?” Kowalski looked down to his feet, trying to remember the exact date. And when he did, he looked up to you, “26th February, that was the last time I saw him and I was so scared to my bones. He told me that he’s The Mad Hatter just like that and I,” a sigh, “I wanted to close the bakery to be safe, but I have kids at home and I’m the breadwinner of the family.”

He turned to you desperately, hands clasping to each other, “Please don’t arrest me! I thought he’s going to kill me if he knew I snitched on him!”

You two were silent. 26th February… it was the day you had received the case, the day of the murder of Spencer Gillard.

After questioning Richard Kowalski (and granted him witness protection), you and Zabini walked back to the car, driving back to the HR.

“Okay wait, how did The Mad Hatter know we call him The Mad Hatter?” Zabini questioned loudly, and you tilted your head in confusion. You were sitting on the passenger’s seat and Zabini was driving. “Is it possible we have The Mad Hatter around us?” You wondered lowly.

Zabini; Blaise glanced at you, “You mean one of us could be The Mad Hatter?” You sighed and closed your eyes tiredly, “Could be. I mean, we only told ourselves about that name and I only told George about it.”

“George? Your husband?” You nodded at his question. “Y/N,” Blaise licked his suddenly dry lips, “Did you ask Kowalski how does The Mad Hatter look like?”

You opened your eyes.

“What are you trying to say, Zabini? That George is The Mad Hatter?” You scoffed, “That’s ridiculous.” Blaise shook his head, “I’m not saying anything, Y/N. But… we all know that Nott doesn’t like telling his cases to people, and Lav and I have no other friends to tell it to. It’s not wrong to be cautious— ”

“This is my husband we’re talking about, Zabini!” You voiced out sternly, glaring at him. “He’s an amazing husband, and a brilliant father to Rafa. He’s the least on the list who could be that sick bastard!” You continued, huffing. “I get it, you and Lavender are dating, but you don’t see me accusing her of a first-degree murder, do you?”

Blaise sighed, used to your short fuse of temper by now, “How did you know about the bakery anyway?” He changed the topic, not wanting to sour your mood even further.

“George told me—” You halted on your words. Huh. George told you. How does he know about the bakery anyway? As far you know, he doesn't really go to this side of town.

And then you remembered Zabini’s first question.

“Did you ask Kowalski how did The Mad Hatter look like?"

Could it be?

“Turn around.” “What?” “I said turn around!”

Click. “Date. March 17th. Subject. None. I want to say something different this time.”

George looked down to his desk, a recorder slowly spinning its inner wheels, prepared to record anything he’ll be saying in the next few minutes. He pursed his lips, purposely pressing hard enough to feel the pain.

Is he a masochist? He’d like to be, in all honesty.

“I wonder what she would say when she found out that I’m The Mad Hatter. That I’m her case,” His lips curled into a growing smile, “That I, am that sick bastard she always talks about at home.”

“I didn’t know it was possible to be jealous of myself, but here we are,” George chuckled. And then he halted, “Jealous? I’m jealous?” He wondered out loud.

He huffed a cynical smile, in disbelief upon his own honest feelings he didn’t know he even has, “So I do have feelings for her after all.”

It was a silent moment of George gathering his thousands of thoughts before his lips moved to conjure a say again.

“I met Y/N about seven years ago, she had just graduated from the police university and I was running the shop with my brother. She came by to look around and I found her interesting when she told me she’s a police officer,” George continued to talk, staring at the window; watching the cars on the streets continuously moving, reminding him that time is indeed walking away tick by tick. He picked up a small metallic ball from his desk, twirling it around his long fingers in an idle manner.

“Y/N is… she’s innocent and naïve, yet still so strong and stern and confident. She’s fair and just and kind, the perfect idea of a noble police officer. The perfect idea of a perfect person,” the corner of his lips tweaked a bit, George didn’t realize he doesn’t see the window anymore, instead, he sees you, “My exact opposite. For I am flawed.”

“I wanted to play with her, probably just a bit before I kill her with my own hands, maybe strangle her or put something in her tea—” He didn’t realize his fingers stopped moving the small sphere around, “But then… I realized she’s more interesting than I thought.”

“The first time she said ‘I love you’ to me, which was 3 months after we met, I had the urge to dunk a pillow onto her face to not hear any more of the confession coming out of her mouth,” He said, and he laughed afterward, “But I didn’t, instead I told her I love her too.”

His laughter died down and his eyebrows furrowed in all seriousness, “Love… What is love?"

"... Everyone has an answer of their own and at the same time, nobody does. It’s so general, it's so vague that love is,” his fingers unconsciously moved to the metallic ring on his finger, twirling it slightly, feeling the surface shuffle against his skin softly, “Love is everything.”

George blinked slowly , “After that, we got married, she wanted children so I gave her what she wanted, and Rafael came by a while later.”

Rafael. Rafael, Rafa, Rafi. Their son. Their child. His child.

George was silent for a while. He’s… he’s clueless on how to put it appropriately and how it wouldn’t sound odd, especially coming from him, a serial killer.

“… I think the first person I have truly loved in my whole life is my son. I didn’t even know how I feel towards my own wife before Rafael comes along. He’s… he’s pure and innocent, just like his mother and he has the biggest heart there is and it’s,” George didn’t realize he was smiling wide talking about his son, and he paused at the realization he had come across, “It’s something that I don’t have.”

“I realized I had become comfortable with my current life, with my wife and my son. I-I needed to change that or else I-I would lose my mind,” George suddenly chuckled maniacally.

“I would lose my mind and I would be alone all over again. I would be alone all over again without my family because— ”

Despite the crazy cackles coming out his mouth, his eyes were watering profusely, wetting his cheeks and he whispered dreamily, “Because I would kill them.”

“He was a tall man, probably in his 30s, ginger, got a long face and a crooked nose. Why?”

The words of Richard Kowalski as soon as you asked him what does The Mad Hatter looked like had you speechless.

No way. No fucking way.

George couldn’t possibly be The Mad Hatter! Godric Gryffindor, that’s bloody ridiculous!

“Not a word to anyone, Zabini,” You voiced out sternly as soon as you got into the car. Blaise was about to open his mouth to protest, but a look from you was all it took for him to close it back dejectedly.

“There’s like a hundred of guys fitting that criteria, Blaise,” You sighed out, massaging your temples at the sudden stress. The lean man sighed, “I’m not saying anything, Y/N.” “Yes, you are,” You glared at him, “But just because my husband fits the same criteria of The Mad Hatter, it does not mean he is The Mad Hatter.”

“How do you even know for sure? Do you even know him?” His rude comeback had you scoffing in offense, “Excuse me? Of course, I know my husband! I married him for almost 10 years!”

“Then what’s his hobby?” “Playing with Rafa.” “What about his favorite meal?” “He likes hot chocolates and my roasted chicken.” “Do you know his family?” “Just Fred— wait,”

You groaned, “Why am I even answering you, you have no right to ask about my personal life, Zabini.” You shook your head in disappointment, looking away to the window, “This conversation is done. We’re not talking about this anymore, do you understand?”

A sigh. “Yes, chief.”

You leaned your head to the window, watching the trees passing by as the car driven by Blaise continued to glide the streets effortlessly. You sighed quietly, obviously upset that a good friend like Blaise would think such a thing about your husband. The father of your child! Unacceptable!

But that stubborn little voice inside of your head kept singing. It kept singing what-ifs. What if Blaise was right? What if George is the Mad Hatter? What if your husband isn’t so innocent after all? What if you don’t even know George Weasley truly?

What if?

That tiny screaming voice seemed to be volumized into the maximum height, because now on the top of your head, was ‘What if everything is true?’

With that one tiny push, Chief Detective Y/N Weasley found herself standing in front of her husband’s office room. The dark greyish door at the end of the hallway had never looked so intimidating.

You had never questioned why George would have it locked at all times, you only thought his office is strictly his own free space, and you wanted to respect that.

Taking a deep breath, you reached for the doorknob. Quietly gulping as you gripped the metallic handle with your palm, pushing it down to open the door and by your luck— or by someone’s plan— the door was unlocked.

But now, all questions ran through your head.

You stepped inside, taking in the unfamiliar space in your house that you had ever seen only once or twice during the 7 years of your marriage. The black walls with white simple baseboards had given the room a minimalistic aura, but considering you are now suspicious of your husband for being a wanted serial killer, you couldn’t help to feel the air in the space eerie and chilly.

You came back home at 3 pm, knowing fully well that your husband and Rafa’s schedule that they were in the park by now, and will be back home no later than 5. It’s a perfect time to snoop around your own house.

A monitor desk was right in front of the door, fully furnished with a computer and all the things needed for a workspace. You walked slowly to the desk, a simple set of metallic drawers had shown themselves to you. There was one particular large drawer, though, that was locked with a little lock.

You wondered, what’s so important in that drawer for George to lock it?

Fortunately, the skill you had picked up from police university had deemed usefully functional. A few friends of yours had taught you how to pick a lock before, and due to legal reasons, they didn’t teach you anything. You quickly retrieved two bobby pins from your dressing room, trying so hard to be quick as you realized the clock was ticking. You started to pick the small lock.

“I believe,” You started talking to yourself, a habit you hadn’t realized, “Johnson had taught me like this,” Turning the bobby pin to the right, “then this,” and to the left, “And then this,” and pushing the upper bobby pin into the lock.

Click!

You huffed in disbelief, an impressed look on your face, “Thank you, Angie,” You spoke to yourself again as you removed the lock quickly and pulled the drawer in your direction to open it.

As it rumbled under your touch, as you felt the weight of the drawer with your arm, as your eyes laid upon the content of the drawer, the only thing you said, and in confusion; may I add, was:

“… Recorders?”

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youranxiousnerd · 3 years

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Spring Break Thoughts

bc i want to get stuck in an airport and break into first class

spoilers below

EJ DOING THE INTRO

the most...profound intro?

“maybe it’s really about other people” looks at gina

i have jumped on the portwell train

when i first saw they were doing zoom backgrounds i was not on board, but they’ve grown on me carlos’ sucks

miss jenn and the zoom backgrounds

NI NI HEL LO

nini didn’t you get cut?

you know miss jenn they could get together out side of school (at least the kids who are here)

olivia is so pretty

aww carlos called miss jenn his madrina

HA I KNEW IT OF COURSE CARLOS INVITED SEB

seblos tension, ill get to that later

they’re so passive aggressive guys i love it

ASH AND EJ

CASWELL COUSINS YESSS

“You guys are watching like, old, old movies”

“This is why we’re soulmates” the redyln goal has been reached bye

this...this is the only line they get?

miss jenn has obviously not gotten the memo

three weeks and you havent blocked act two

“not it”

of course sebby is the last one to leave

“bye” awww miss jenn

GINA THAT LITTLE GIG YESSSS

just one complement after another ej

AHHHH EJ WITH PAINTED NAILS YESSSSS

he looks so good ej should do it more often

ej fell hard guys

jack in the background doing tik toks i cant

gina and signs

RICKY IN A BLANKET

ugh its lynne

i dont care enough to spell her name right

“just being a burrito here”

bitter ricky, i feel ya

“I’m sorry to hear that’s it over” *smiles*

nini you should have just posted a video

ope empty notebook

awww ej’s insta

gina and jack

thats it

“she changed her name” nina is literally her real name

the leg pull away

ricky and bedding is my new favorite ship besides therapy

“Your boy Jack”

when i first saw the promo for this nini scene i was worried it was gonna be another solo (shes had like 16)

I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE A RAINBOW HEART

my gay heart is bursting

nina really said “rainbows are awesome” this episode

and the necklace is off

guys i love improv scenes

it was so goood

soooo howie and kourt just get no closure after that killer song last week? no nothing?

BAHAHAHA KOURTNEY BREAKING UP

i love kourtney

sofia is so pretty

okay i dont ship jack and gina but they’re fun together, little chaos demons

THE DUKE SWEATSHIRT AHHHH

“my friends, like, my castmates, they think it sucks what you did on opening night”

good talk, long overdo. nothing is solved by any means but little steps

the therapy line omfg

“HI, CUPCAKE”

“I’ll meet you in the pool” there is an ocean right behind you

“Don’t ask me”

“Ashlyn, Big Red, Miss. Jenn, Carlos”

the way seb’s face just DROPS when he mentions carlos

“Are you guys fighting” big red looked so happy omfg

“That would imply that we’re speaking”

“Who has time to talk when you’re busy posting selfies with random guys in a cabana”

guys i had to pause for five minutes because i was dying

jealous seb... where did you come from?

ALRIGHT IT IS TIME TO TALK ABOUT SEBLOS!!!!

first off, it seems the writers love to make major seblos things happen off screen. examples include there pinning and officially getting together

where... where did all this tension come from? it has been light the past two episodes then bam, everything they say to each other is bitter. since when is seb jealous? the writers have so many other conflicts to talk about and they choose jealous seb? off all thing?!?! im honestly kind of disappointed because there are so many other things to talk about from previous episodes and instead they choose this?!?!?! hopefully this isn’t the only thing that is addressed next week, it cant be. they better talk about the constant “no seb” because its an issue.

moral of the story is i hope the fight next episode isn’t about seb being jealous bc there is so much more to talk about

i am loving passive aggressive seb like i hope that doesn’t go away when their conflict is resolved bc it’s awesome

HERE are my thoughts on the zoom call

okay seb’s line about doing public makes sense with the full episode

everyone on the call is just like “wtf happened to my otp”

EJJJJ

EJJJJ I LOVE YOU

THE BEST EJ SCENE

“Hi Nini!” ejjjj

you have to watch the scene twice, one to watch nini and ashlyn and another for ej

EJ AND THE PUPPET THATS IT IM DONE

sassy gina i love her

guys i just love everybody

ASHLYN AND NINI I MISSED THIS DUO GAHHHHHH THEY’RE ADORABLE

ej is a child i love it

ricky i feel you with the songwriting

look at big red being best friend of the year now give him a plot line

i am under the impression jack recorded gina

SHIT THE CANDLE TO LAMP TRANSITION YESSSSS

i love transitions and that was it

matt is ripped

julia lester showed up this season. queen shit

she is perfect

YES BIG RED AND KOURTNEY DANCING I WANT MOREEEE

i am so confused with seb’s gloves

that has been bugging me for two days

carlos has more style then a hawaiian shirt and khakis

im in heaven the harmonies are soooo good

they are amazing they sound so good

you can hear all there voices

julia popped off

aint seen nothin is really good, i wasn’t sure about it at first but its grown. they sound so damn good the talent they hold. not the best song but its fun

the video actually looks better than i thought it would

“Wow” me too richard

jack is fun, i’d be okay if he comes back. he is a little chaos demon.

i like how the writers didn’t make them romantic (for once), hopefully gina got his number bc i would

i want to be stuck at an airport with jack

“let you go” is genius. so far the best original song this season. josh has been killing it lately. this is the ballad ricky deserves. lyrical genius. he sounds sooo good.

the one time i agree with lynne

EJ YOU CAMEEEEEE

OMFG THEY’RE ADORABLE

PORTWELLLLLLL BABY WHOOOP

HE IS GONNA TREAT YOU SO GOOD GINA

HE BROUGHT YOU FOOD AND TOOK YOUR BAG

GAHHHHHH

nOoOoOoOo thats it?!?! i cannot wait a week i refuse

i normally don’t talk about promos but episode 10 (im a sucker for sleepover episodes) is my most anticipated episode so we gonna do it.

for starters ricky has a guitar, so he might sing?

AWW THE SETS THEY ARE SO PRETTY

ooo lily is back?

blueprint?

ashlyn and ricky where have you been?!?!

seb and the girls yesss

since in a heartbeat is next episode seb probably leaves? i hope it is a private moment

oh please talk about your other issues pleaseee

“why did i never hear about this?” nina no, it was an accident alright?

gina and nini haven’t interacted this season and the first thing they do is fight.

lets hope there “beef” doesn’t take the a slot

maybe another seblos kiss?

did you know i love seblos

i have stocked up my tears for next week

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haravath0t · 4 years

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His Valentine

Pairing: 40s!Bucky x 40s!Reader

Warnings: long word count, angst (if you squint), and fluff!

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: Bucky gets stood up while going on a date and the reader goes and rescues him. Not wanting his night to end on a bad note, she takes him on a date, resulting in Bucky realizing by the end of it that it was her all along.

Hello guys! I hope your weekend is going well! Despite it being quite late to the Valentine’s Day holiday, I truly wanted to get this one out so bad when I got the chance! Who doesn’t want to be swooned by Bucky? I dedicate this work to my wonderful Bucket, @world-of-aus as she is the one who did inspire me with writing, so this is a little something for her and you guys! You have to forgive me for getting so carried away with this one! Enjoy!

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Hello?” You ask into the phone?

“U-Ummm… Y/N?” you hear a familiar voice question. Your eyes shoot wide open.

“B-Bucky?” You gasp, holding the telephone firmer in your palm. You were not expecting him to call at all. “What is happening, Buck? Need an extra tie? A thicker coat? You should be have dinner with that dame you know-”

“Y/N…”

“Dolores, right? That redhead that you’ve been into. You have to be ther-”

“Y/N, she’s not coming.” He sighs in disappointment, frustration and sadness evident in his tone, making your eyes widen even more than they originally were. “Oh my goodness, Buck, you’re kiddin’. On Valentine’s Day?! After all you two did? Maybe it took her a while to get ready?” You question in disbelief, trying your hardest to not get your hopes up.

“Oh no that’s not what it is, doll.”

“What makes you say that?”

“She came with another man… Richard Jones.”

“Oh my gosh, that’s terrible. You’re at the Stork Club, right?”

“Yes-”

“Alright, wait outside. Be there in about 10 minutes. Give me a second. And don’t you dare go anywhere.” Is the last thing you say before you hang up, immediately telling your mom that you’ll head out and bring your best friend home for the night. You waste no time changing into a decent evening dress and a coat, hat, and gloves before you head to the Stork Club, determined to make your best friend get the Valentine’s Day evening he deserves.

“God, Y/N… I don’t know what I did wrong. I genuinely tried. Even spent money in Coney Island for her. She said yes to this, only for me to find out she comes in with a richer bachelor in Brooklyn.” He grunts as follows you into your house. You thank him under your breath as he continues. “What does he have that I don’t? I thought I made it clear I wanted this to work.” You stop in the middle of the living room to turn around and cup his cheeks, having enough of his moping. “James Buchanan Barnes, are you listening to yourself?” You start off, eyes looking straight up at his ocean blues. You continue on when he silently stares at you, surprise apparent in his eyes.

“Listen, I don’t care which dame you decide to take on a date, I don’t care who it is, I don’t like how they bypass someone like you! Listen, to all the girls, you are the most eligible and handsome bachelor in Brooklyn. Aside from that reputation, they are missing out on the Bucky I know. The Bucky I know is witty, kind, giving, selfless, loving, humorous, smart, curious. You are more than a handsome face. You are Bucky. If those dames you wanna date or dance with cannot see that? That’s their loss! They have missed out on a great guy.”

Bucky’s eyes had widened at your statement, he had soon realized he didn’t expect this talk from you. “Listen, Dolores was wrong for this. Especially on Valentine’s Day. You did nothing wrong. Do not degrade yourself because of someone who has done you wrong, you hear? We are going to make it better, I promise. Why don’t we have a hangout instead? Maybe we can eat some dinner here, and maybe go watch a movie, or something you’d like to do.” You say softly, in a more calming tone than last time.

Bucky only could nod, a small, yet hopeful smile now forming on his face. “I… I think I’d appreciate that, Y/N.” He responds, making you reciprocate his smile back, giving him a nice and warm hug before heading into the kitchen. “Good… I’ll make some roast beef, salad, and mash. You stay put at the table.” You call out, prepping the food. Bucky did the total opposite, leaning against the doorframe as he watches you cook and prepare the ingredients. He smiled at the fact you turned on the gramophone to hear your favorite record play throughout the home, humming along and bouncing slightly as you concentrated on your work.

His eyes widened at how he felt. Why was he getting tingly feelings in his stomach? Why was his heart racing? Why did he feel like he was going to faint when he heard you giggle at your own shenanigans? Why did this feeling always come back when he was around you? He shook it off, as he always did. However, within minutes, he wanted to face palm himself. You didn’t have a guy to greet you tonight. You must be uncomfortable hearing all of the Valentine’s Day talk since last week, and now he’s bringing it up again.

“Oh no. Hey Buck? Do you mind if you do a quick run to the grocery store and get some sour cream? I realized I don’t have anymore.” You call out to him. Perfect, he thinks. He doesn’t hesitate to go on ahead. Maybe he can come back with a surprise for you, his selfless best friend.

It didn’t take long for him to come back, handing you the sour cream and heading back to wait at the table at his seat. He smiled when he saw the way you arranged it, as it was notably organized, the way you always wanted it. He couldn’t contain the excitement, fidgeting as he waited for you. “Alright! Dinner time!” You giggle, setting down the roast beef before you set down the bowl of mashed potatoes. “Bon appetit! Happy Valentine’s Day!” You squeal, clapping your hands together as you look at the dinner with satisfaction. “It looks so delicious,” Bucky compliments with a beaming smile, looking up at you with a gleam in his eyes. “This is always our favorite whenever you, Steve, and I celebrated somethin’ over here, like our birthdays.” He recalls, making you smile even more at the memories that begin to fill your head.

“Well, dig in, Buck!” You giggle, serving him with a good amount of salad, beef, and mashed potatoes before helping yourself. “Had to learn the recipe from momma, it’s probably the most delicious dish for a formal setting.” You remark, pouring water in your cup and his. “You’re right! We haven’t had this in a while!” Bucky exclaims before taking a bite. “Oh goodness, Y/N, this is so delicious.” He says, groaning in satisfaction before continuing his dinner.

Dinner went about just fine. It was freeing for you both, for when you two were around with each other, all reservations would be thrown at the window, resulting in you two behaving as if you were still children teasing and making jokes. All thoughts and heartaches about Dolores were also out the window, for you two were completely fine and happy in each other’s company.

You washed the dishes and finished them promptly, excited to come back to Bucky’s company that awaited you in the living room. Your excitement had only risen when you heard the familiar record that you both loved to hear as well as Bucky calling your name. “Yes?” you ask as you make your way to the living room, eyebrows furrowing when you noticed that the lights were dimmed, the room only lit by the candles that had formerly been placed on the dining. However, your audible confusion turned quickly into a gasp as you saw him stand up with your favorite assortment of sweets in one hand and a bouquet of red roses on the other. There was no way this man was real.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” He says with that ever charming smile of his.

“Oh, Buck! This is so lovely! Thank you so much!” You exclaim in disbelief, gently and carefully taking the flowers and sweets from him to set on the coffee table. Your eyes meet his, your smile matching his before you engulf him in a tight and warm embrace. “H-How?” You ask, trying hard to not let those tears that were threatening to fall succeed. Your heart fluttered when you heard him whisper in your ear soothingly as he rubs your back, “I think my most giving and kind best friend deserves some form of kindness and giving back this Valentine’s Day.” You must be dreaming. Never would you think you’d somehow be in the receiving end of Bucky Barnes’ charm. Never did you think that you’d be experiencing gestures like these from him. Although this was just two best friends trying to make each other feel better, you were willing to take it and imagine that he was here to make you swoon like he did with any other dame.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” He whispers in your ear, causing you both to gaze into each other’s eyes once again, you two experiencing the dizziness, tingling, and racing heart once again tonight. However, you heard his breathing become more shaky than a few minutes ago. “You… you had treated me through a wonderful dinner and your kind words. Can I repay you with my flowers and sweets and a dance?” He asks softly, trying his hardest to hide the nervousness that was dying to become known. He didn’t know what made him offer this to you. You two were never this close and intimate before. However, his desire to be sure of himself overruled any fear he had in his head.

He only smiled when you nodded, his hand holding yours as the other placed itself on the small of your back, guiding you into a small and slow dance. You sighed happily as you both started to dance cheek to cheek, swaying effortlessly across the room. Smiling as Bucky expertly spun you and brought you back to his form before he once again sweeped you across the floor. This made Bucky calm down. No longer nervous, no longer scared, no longer doubtful. He was now sure. He was now sure that you and him had something much more than what him and Dolores, let alone the other dames had. He never found any comfort, any peace, any transparency with any of them as he does with you. With you, he never needed to hold back. With you, everything seems to be calm. He enjoyed watching you smile, watching you laugh, cook, sing, sleep, exist.

That’s when he realized.

He loves you. He always has.

That explains the tingles, for they were butterflies. That explains the racing heart, the dizziness. He was in love with you. He has denied his feelings for so long. He denied them when he saw you being approached by other boys. Then other teens. Then other men. It was not hard to see how beautiful you were and are. However, no one saw how you would skip when you were happy. No one saw how your eyes lit up at the sight of ice cream. No one saw how your eyes lit up when your tiny feet kicked as you played in the swings. No one took notice of your eyebrows furrowing when you studied arithmetic. No one took notice of how critical you were of yourself so that you may be as perfect as you can. Bucky, however, had fallen in love with all of this.

He loved you from the moment he watched your five year old self eat your ice cream happily at the drugstore with soda pop alongside you. He loved you even if you two argued about a broken wagon. He loved you even if it pained him to watch you laugh with another man. He loved you when you came to check up on him the day after his dates. He still loves you, as you sway in front of him, in that beautiful periwinkle evening dress.

“Y/N,” he whispers once again, causing you to smile. “Mm?” “What kind of night are we going through?” He whispers with a smile, causing you to giggle and shake your head. “Hey… we are dancing in my living room, after a simple dinner, which happened after you were stood up.” You remark, causing you both to giggle. Here it goes.

“What if I told you I prefer this over any of the dates I’ve gone to with the other dames in town?” You were now looking up at him confused. “What?” “What if I told you, that… this dance of ours… makes me want something more?” You were now breathing heavily, heart racing more than ever as you shook your head in denial. “James… you’re not leading me on, are you?” You ask meekly, hoping that you were not making this up. “I’m not,” he whispers, “I’m saying this because now I know.”

“You now know what?”

A smile kisses his lips.

“A dame worth all the diamonds in the world. A dame that gives me all the happiness that I’ve been wanting for so long. It’s been here. It’s you.”

The tears had come back again, threatening to fall once again. “Oh, Buck… Buck…” You whisper, overjoyed with what you were hearing. Bucky was as overjoyed as you are, cupping your cheeks as his thumbs wiped your tears. “Oh, Y/N, sweetheart. What do you say? This isn’t the type of date I’d give. God, it’s a messy one tonight. But I promise, if you say yes, I’ll try to sweep you off your feet with each date we go on. Would you be my Valentine? Starting tonig- mmm.” He was quickly cut off as your lips gently sealed itself onto his, feeling himself burst with joy over and over again as his lips began to move against yours. They both danced harmoniously with one another, slowly and softly before you both pulled away to gasp for air.

“I hope that gave you the answer that you needed,” you whisper softly into his lips, beaming as you run your hands softly through his hair.

“That told me everything that I needed to know, my Valentine.”

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you’re always right (ransom drysdale x reader)

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summary: Y/N’s a self-made woman and Ransom somehow convinces her to play his girlfriend for one night.

word count: 3061

warnings: mentions of alcohol, misogynistic comments, swearing (duh it’s ransom), ransom being kinda OOC n this not being proofread (oh god)

prompts: 11. "We're not done yet." & 5. Pretending to date.

A/N: Yes this is my first time writing about ransom, but what better way to do it than through @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817‘s August writing challenge (advanced happy birthday y’alls)

“Oh, come on, y/n! You owe me after that time I pretended to be your boyfriend at that nightclub,” Ransom huffed, pulling an eye roll from the h/c-haired girl.

“That was different! I didn’t introduce you to my family, I made you help me get rid of a chatty creep,” y/n pointed out, also earning an eye roll from Ransom.

“Yeah, but you owe me! I didn’t get laid that night because every other girl in the club knew I was your boyfriend,” Ransom pleaded. He really wanted y/n to be there to help him smite the rest of his family.

“What are you trying to prove to your whack-job of a family, huh? And why do I have to pretend to be your girlfriend; I’m sure introducing a friend to them would come as a shock to them anyways,” y/n chuckled, earning a scoff from Ransom.

“Because they think I have commitment issues. If I tell them I’ve had a steady girlfriend for a whole damn year, and that you’re not just some sort of bimbo, they’ll lose their shit!” Ransom exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he imagined the faces of shock that would be painted on his family’s face.

“If I do this, I get to borrow that sweater you love so much any time I want to,” Y/N smirked proudly. Ransom’s eyed narrowed, barely recalling the last time Y/N got her hands on his beloved sweater.

“Why do you need my sweater? You’ve got the money to get yourself your own sweater for fuck’s sake!” Ransom huffed in annoyance.

“Because I know for a damn fact that you’ve had that sweater since we were in college together. It’s worn out and it’s cozy so I want it,” y/n pointed out, pulling a groan from Ransom. For years, y/n’s been his only friend as he was hers. He knew that if she wanted something, she was getting it one way or another.

“Fine. I’m picking you up at 7 on Friday. If you aren’t dressed by then, I’m ditching you,” Ransom scoffed, taking a swig from his beer bottle.

“We both know you can’t just ditch me, Drysdale. We both know you intend to fuck with your family by having me show up with you,” y/n chuckled, downing a shot.

“I hate that you’re always so fucking right, l/n. Jesus, you know me better than my shit-eating family does,” Random chuckled. y/n and Ransom had that dynamic between them ever since they met at that frat party in college. They were both intelligent in their own right, but whenever they were around each other, that intelligence went to shit while they drank together in whatever run-down bar they could find.

“Shouldn’t we come up with a backstory real quick before we get piss drunk?” y/n suggested, stirring the clear liquid in her glass.

“We could stick to the ‘we met in college’ bit, but we should cut out the part where we stayed friends. There is no way in hell they’re finding out about half the shit we’ve been through. We met again last year, in a bar like this, and it was love at first sight then—” Ransom went on, only to be cut off by y/n.

“They won’t believe that shit, Drysdale. Who the fuck would think you’d believe in ‘love at first sight’? Tell them you saw me, didn’t recognize me, you wanted to bang me, but then I invited you out for food then you took me to your place, but since we were piss drunk, we didn’t fuck. It was then you realized you knew me and that I was the CEO of L/N Motors and you tried using the fact that we slept together to get a job for once,” y/n winked, downing down another shot of tequila.

“How’d we start the dating part?” Ransom’s brows furrowed in confusion, a small nod of acceptance to her previous input pulling along.

“That part is up to you, Drysdale,” y/n shrugged.

“Well, I started working for your company after you gave me a job remembering how much of a smart asshole I was in college and decided I’d be a good assistant to help with your schedule. I ended up inviting you out for dinner and we talked and we hit it off,” Ransom finished the story, smirking proudly.

“I like how in this lovely made up story of ours, you got a job,” y/n giggled, clinking her glass against Ransom’s bottle before downing down her fourth—well, she wasn’t so sure of that—shot of the night.

Four days after that night in the bar, y/n found herself in her bedroom scrambling to find the perfect dress to show the Thrombey-Drysdale clan that she was one hell of a woman. After years of Ransom’s complaining about his family, it was embedded in y/n’s mind how much he hated his family. She hated her own the same way, after all.

As she struggled to clasp her necklace around her neck, a knock came at the door. She groaned, pulling small chain off her neck and bolting to the door. She swung the door open to reveal Ransom Drysdale, an annoyed expression on his face as usual.

“You ready?” Ransom raised a brow, taking in y/n’s appearance.

“Wait let me get my purse,” y/n rushed around her spacious apartment in search of her purse.

“You mean this one?” Ransom questioned, an annoyed expression painted on his face as he pulled y/n’s beige purse off her coat rack. y/n nodded, snatching her purse away and stashing her necklace in it.

She nodded to Ransom, a motion they both knew meant they were ready to go, and she twisted her keys through the door, locking it. In a comfortable silence, they took the elevator down to the parking basement and getting into Ransom’s beloved beamer and riding off in silence.

“God, how the fuck does your car not have a light?” Y/N cursed, reaching on the roof of the car in search for a light.

“I don’t kno—oh wait, it’s because I don’t fucking need one,” Ransom smiled, satisfied with his own answer. Y/N rolled her eyes and huffed; this was going to be a long night.

The car came to a halt and y/n pushed the car door open, and getting off, her boots sinking into the mud. Ransom wordlessly led y/n to the front porch and knocked on the tall wooden door, his brows furrowing as he watched her struggle to clasp her necklace.

“Jesus, it can’t be that hard,” Ransom scoffed, taking the clasps of the necklace in his own hands and locking them together.

“Ransom, I see you brought a friend,” a woman commented as the door swung open. Ransom released the chain, letting it hang off y/n’s neck, and nodded quietly before speaking.

“I did tell you I was bringing someone this time, didn’t I?” Ransom rolled his eyes in annoyance as he moved past Linda and walked y/n into the house.

“Well, aren’t you even going to introduce us?” Linda raised a brow, her gaze moving from Ransom to y/n.

“This is y/n, she’s my girlfriend,” Ransom casually shrugged, earning a loud fit of laughter from Walt. Ransom turned to him with a harsh glare, warning Walt to watch his next words. Ignoring Ransom’s glare, Walt spoke.

“Oh great, another fling,” Walt rolled his eyes.

“Well, I wasn’t aware flings often lasted a year,” y/n feigned shock before facing her boyfriend, “Do flings usually last this long?”

“I don’t think so, no,” Ransom smirked, watching the expressions of shock forming on his family’s face.

“Bullshit. Ransom can’t keep a girl for shit,” Jacob scoffed at the sight of Ransom’s hand wrapped around y/n’s, “You must be pretty stupid to have stuck around this long.”

“I like to think of myself as an intelligent woman. I mean seriously; millionaire at twenty-five, the cover of Forbes at twenty-eight, and skyscrapers with my name engraved onto them,” y/n smirked to herself, listing all her favorite accolades.

“y/n? y/n l/n the CEO of l/n motors? I wrote a research paper about you one time in class!” Meg exclaimed, staring at y/n in awe.

“If she’s so great, why’s she with Ransom of all people?” Jacob rolled his eyes at Meg’s excitement.

“Why not?” y/n shrugged, leaning against Ransom’s shoulder. This was a show they were both putting on and they were selling it.

“Well, I don’t know if you noticed or anything but Ransom is a trust fund brat,” Walt spat, almost chuckling at the sight of y/n’s “cluelessness”.

“Yes, and? Walt, buddy, please don’t question my decisions,” y/n chuckled before a stern image found its way to her face.

“You run l/n motors, right? When did your dad decide to step down as CEO?” Richard questioned, a condescending look on his face.

“I built the company from the ground up, Mr. Drysdale,” y/n chuckled, shaking her head. Damn, Ransom was right. His family was already getting onto her nerves.

“That’s impossible. Women don’t work with cars, kid. Come on, did your dad build the company up from the ground and hand everything to you?” Richard raised a brow, as if to pull an answer from y/n.

“My dad was a mechanic. I went to college with Ransom, then I went to business school to work on my career,” y/n admitted, her grip tightening on Ransom’s hand. He stroked his thumb over her fist; one of the ways he knew he could keep y/n from snapping at his family—not that he would’ve cared, though.

“Alright, that’s it, enough with the questions. y/n runs her company the way she wants to and that’s what makes her successful. If you have anything to say about that, you can eat shit,” Ransom smiled, dragging y/n away from the door and into the dining area where Harlan seemed to be waiting for them.

“Ransom, when you told us you were bringing someone, I didn’t think you’d follow through,” Harlan chuckled, motioning for Ransom and y/n to take a seat at the table.

“Well, surprise?” Ransom shrugged, taking his seat near Harlan and letting y/n take the seat next to him.

“And you aren’t even going to introduce her?” Harlan raised a brow at Ransom.

“Grandad, this is y/n l/n. y/n, this is my grandad,” Ransom deadpanned as y/n smiled warmly, holding her hand out for Harlan to shake. Harlan smiled; at least Ransom was in good hands, that was for sure.

“How’d you meet Ransom?” Harlan questioned.

“The first time or the time that led to us actually dating?” y/n raised a brow as she questioned Harlan. He chuckled, not expecting there to be more to the story then ‘we met in a bar and I wanted to tap that’ like how Ransom’s usual stories of his conquests went.

“I think it would be wise to tell me about the first time you met. I want to see if I could predict what happened next,” Harlan requested, earning a nod from y/n before she began explaining the messy story of how her path crossed that od Ransom Drysdale’s.

“We had a class together in college. His ass acted like he knew everything about the subject when in reality, he knew absolutely nothing. We were seatmates and he tried bribing me for the answers to a test. I didn’t give him the answers but he did end up inviting me to this frat party, it sucked, but there was booze so it was tolerable. I never saw Ransom again until a year ago,” y/n chuckled, easily slipping in a lie or two into her story.

“And I’m guessing you had a college reunion last year?” Harlan raised a brow, facing Ransom.

“Reunion’s in three months, actually,” Ransom shook his head, smirking as Harlan’s brows furrowed in concentration. Finally, he found another way to challenge his grandfather besides playing Go.

“Mutual friends?” Harlan inquired. Ransom chuckled to himself knowing he and y/n didn’t have any other friends besides each other.

“Try again. This time, think about the most Ransom thing you can,” Ransom urged on, pulling a chuckle from y/n. The most “Ransom” thing she can’t think of wasn’t exactly something she wanted to discuss with Ransom’s grandfather.

“I hate to say this, but are you an adult entertainer?” Harlan’s brows furrowed. y/n, ignoring the fact that Harlan thought she was an adult entertainer, broke out in a fit of laughter which left her wheezing.

“That’s a little too Ransom, Mr. Thrombey,” y/n chuckled.

“Well, how exactly did you reunite?” Harlan questioned.

“She was hot, I wanted to bang her, we were piss drunk, so we went out for food first. By the time we got to my place, we just passed out,” Ransom chuckled, his fingers intertwining with y/n’s.

“And there’s the Ransom I know,” Harlan rolled his eyes jokingly, chuckling at Ransom’s story.

“Well, I bet there’s something I’m going to tell you that you weren’t expecting from me,” Ransom smirked, getting ready to break the news of his ‘job’ to Harlan.

“More surprises? You’ve changed since the last time I’ve seen you,” Harlan chuckled proudly. He didn’t expect Ransom to go through much change since the last time he’d seen him. The news of Ransom’s relationship was definitely a welcome surprise.

“I got a job at y/n’s company. Figured I couldn’t keep riding off your name. Not anymore,” Ransom smiled. A little part of him regretted lying to his grandfather upon seeing the proud expression on Harlan’s face. He expected his family to be shocked by the news, yes, but he didn’t quite expect Harlan to be as proud as he was.

“Finally, someone’s making something of their life without me. I’m proud of you, Ransom,” Harlan smiled, patting Ransom on the back. y/n felt Ransom’s hand squeeze hers a little tighter; she knew he wasn’t used to getting this kind of attention from Harlan. Most of the time, the pair only ever argued with each other.

“Yeah. Making something of myself like you would’ve wanted me to do,” Ransom smiled nervously. y/n noticed the look of uneasiness on his face and knew she had to do something.

“Ransom, I’m kind of hungry, can you go with me to get some food?” y/n questioned, earning a look of relief from Ransom. Shockingly, he didn’t know how much more of Harlan’s undeserved praise he could take.

“Thanks for that,” Ransom whispered as they walked on over to the table where all the food was being served.

“Maybe you should get an actual job. Maybe you wouldn’t feel as bad as you’re feeling right now, Drysdale,” y/n chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“As if you’d actually trust me enough to keep a position in your company. I know how you get when it comes to your company. You’re a stone-cold bitch,” Ransom chuckled, remembering the one time he decided to drop by y/n’s office for a visit; there was a lot of screaming.

“At least being a bitch gets me places with my business. Where’s your bitchiness taking you, Drysdale?” y/n raised a brow at him.

“It got me you, didn’t it?” Ransom’s tone softened, making it clear that this conversation they were about to have was different from their usual bickering.

“I know I’m the best person in your life, but you’ve got to admit that bar was pretty low,” y/n chuckled nervously, averting her gaze. As much as y/n didn’t want t admit it, Ransom’s little comment made her heart flutter, but she knew flirtatious comments were something that came naturally to the playboy.

“But not everyone has someone who makes them want to be a better person,” Ransom smiled, his blue eyes piercing into y/n’s e/c ones.

“I make you want to be better?” y/n’s eyes widened at his confession. In all the years she’d known Ransom, she didn’t expect him to say that somebody made him want to do better.

“Well, yeah, you’re this amazing successful woman who worked for everything she has, while I’m a fucking sleaze. I realized I need to make a change in my life to even be worthy enough to be in your presence. I even began writing my first book,” Ransom admitted shyly, running a hand through his hair.

“You don’t have to do anything to be worthy of my presence. I know I’m amazing, but you don’t have to live up to anything, Ransom,” y/n smiled warmly.

“y/n it’s not just that. I like you. A damn lot, and that thought terrifies me because we both know damn well that you deserve better,” Ransom exhaled, his words hitting y/n hard.

“Can we not talk about this here? We can talk on the way home or something, just not now and not here,” y/n shook her head, her voice shaky. For the longest time, she harbored feelings for Ransom; she was caught by surprise when she was told those feelings were reciprocated.

“We’re not done yet. We’re going to talk about this, and we’re going to talk about this now,” Ransom growled, his hand still holding onto y/n’s.

“Ransom, please. This? It’s all shocking to me. We’re supposed to be this perfect couple, Ransom. I know how important this is to you,” y/n frowned.

“We can still be the couple, but for real this time. Yes, putting on this front for my family’s important, but this,” he stopped to motion between them, “is more important to me than everyone else in this bullshit house.”

“Ransom—”

“y/n please, I need to know how you feel. Right here, right now,” Ransom pleaded.

“I like you, okay? I like you a shit ton and it fucking scares me because I don’t want to lose you in my fucking life, Ransom,” y/n admitted, her hands shaking. The expression of nervousness on Ransom’s face changed to that of shock. He wasn’t exactly expecting that reaction from y/n.

He shook off that feeling of shock and wrapped his arms around y/n’s frame. She immediately melted into his touch and that’s how they stayed for a moment.

“I can’t believe you even doubted their relationship, Walt. Just look at how sweet those two are,” Joni’s voice came from behind them and y/n chuckled into Ransom’s sweater, holding onto him closely.

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 4 years

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Satisfied, Part 39

First

~~~

Listen, Marinette knew just about nothing when it comes to Thanksgiving. France doesn’t have the holiday, and she barely even knew what it was beyond the little bit of research she’d done.

But, even with her limited knowledge about the holiday, she was pretty sure they were doing something wrong.

Still…

She grinned to herself as everyone cursed each other out, hands waving wildly as they argued over each other. She melted into the background as she watched the bat family argue, drink in hand.

But how did they get to that point, you ask?

She arrived on Sunday, because Tim had told her that Thanksgiving was a week-long event in the Wayne Household.

She’d thought she’d met everyone because there were already four kids, Bruce would have been insane to get more in such a short period of time. But, apparently the man really was a serial adopter.

How’d she find this out? She walked inside and, as she raised a hand to wave at Dick, something tapped her on the shoulder. She whipped around, stunned someone had managed to sneak up on her, then blinked at the unfamiliar face.

“Hi,” she squeaked.

The girl in front of her smiled widely, her head tipping to the side. “Are you a vigilante?”

Marinette went pale. What the hell? Her eyes flicked to Dick, who looked like Christmas had come early.

Thankfully, Jason came to her rescue… even if that was by tackling Marinette in a hug. She groaned as they stumbled back a few steps.

“Nice to see you, too, Jay,” she strained. “Now get off.”

He huffed and pulled away.

“Cass thinks that Mari could be a vigilante,” said Dick with a cheeky look on his face.

Jason and Marinette tensed slightly and looked at each other.

Then, Cass gave a short laugh. “No, wait, I was wrong. Don’t worry about it, Dick.”

The oldest’s smile dropped instantly and he groaned. “Dang…”

Jason was looking at Cass curiously, but then he pulled a grin to his face. “Right, Mari, this is Cass. Cass, this is Mari.”

The two girls scrutinized each other for a few seconds before Marinette started beaming. “Oh, cool, I’m glad I wasn’t just the diversity adoptee, then,” she joked quietly.

“Nope!” Came a new voice and she looked up to see a guy leaning over a railing. “Or, I guess all three of us would have to be diversity adoptees,” he added.

She blinked and looked up at him, then waved. “How many of you guys are there? And why am I just learning about you now?”

She had sent the last part of the question to Jason and Dick, who both looked sheepish.

“A lot. There’s some missing, actually. And as for why you didn’t know us…” Duke began, hopping down to them and holding a hand out to shake. “We’re the smart ones. We got an apartment downtown so we don’t have to be around them all the time.”

Marinette gasped. “That’s allowed?” She shook his hand eagerly. “I’m moving in next week.”

Cass nodded grimly. “It’s a plan.”

The three ignored Jason and Dick’s complaints following them down the hall as they went off to definitely not talk about how stupid the (official) Wayne boys can be.

But this wasn’t the problem. The problem came the next day, when Tim suddenly collapsed at the breakfast table, his head hitting the wood hard enough to rattle their plates.

Marinette blinked and reached out to shake him awake, a frown on her face, only to realize that she, too, was far more tired than she should be. She narrowed her eyes slightly in suspicion, eyeing the coffee mug beside her.

Then she rested a hand over her heart.

It was beating normally…

No. Way.

She pushed herself to her feet despite her exhaustion.

“ALRIGHT WHICH ONE OF YOU DECAFFED THE COFFEE?!”

The hall went silent. Except for Tim, who had managed to wake himself up. “Hm?” He murmured, sitting up and rubbing his forehead where he’d hit it on the table.

“Our coffee is decaf.”

That got him awake. He did the same quick check of his heart rate and then got to his feet as well. “WHO DID THIS?!”

“I KNOW RIGHT?!” Marinette took a deep breath to steel herself and then turned her gaze on everyone’s faces. No one was giving anything away. “Right. Whoever it was, fess up now and I promise we won’t do anything.”

“You promise you won’t do anything,” Tim muttered.

She stepped on his foot. He was not going to ruin this for them.

There was a silence as the family eyed each other suspiciously.

After a bit, Duke raised his hand. “I did. Thought it would be good for you two.”

Marinette glanced at Tim to see if this was something he would do, because she had, ultimately, had only one conversation with him.

Tim sighed. “Cute, but no you didn’t. You’re not stupid enough to.”

Duke rolled his eyes and sunk back in his chair.

The hall was silent and the addicts gave each other a small nod.

Marinette spun on her heel and grabbed Tim by the arm.

“Where are you going?” Yelled Dick after them.

“You’ll see!”

They realized what she’d meant when Jason screamed.

Every single one of the vigilantes ran to his room to make sure he was alive, only to find it looking like a hurricane had hit. Jason stood at a chest at the foot of his bed, and as they watched he threw an old hubcap over his shoulder.

“WHERE THE HELL ARE MY GUNS?”

Marinette and Tim tried their hardest not to smile.

“MARI. TIM. TELL ME OR I SWEAR ILL --.”

“There’s some guns over there,” Marinette said sweetly, pointing to the top shelf of Jason’s closet.

He sent her a glare as he went over. “At least you fessed up…” He muttered, pulling down a cute box with the words ‘Definitely not Jason’s guns :D’ scrawled across the front. He opened it with a relieved look on his face, only for that expression to drop instantly.

He pulled out a set of water guns.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” He yelled, his eyes shooting back to the group at the door...

Only to find Tim and Marinette had disappeared.

Marinette scoffed. “This isn’t going to work,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Trust me,” Tim said, smiling.

“Hard to trust the guy holding a giant balloon to his lips.”

Tim rolled his eyes and walked to the door of Dick’s room and inhaled the air in the balloon.

“Dick?” He called through the door, his voice a perfect imitation of Bruce’s.

Ah, the wonders of sulfur hexafluoride.

“Yes, dad?” Yelled Dick.

Marinette and Tim grinned at each other. Then, he schooled his face into a calm expression and inhaled again.

“Don’t you think you’re forgetting something?”

There was a short silence. And then…

“Maybe? What did I forget?”

They didn’t answer.

“Dad? What did I forget?” He asked, sounding more panicked.

They remained silent, quickly ducking into the room across the hall before Dick threw the door open.

“DAD?”

Damian burst into the room.

Marinette looked up from where she was cooking with Tim (... in the same vicinity, she would never let him near food again). “Hey, Dami, what’s up?”

“Have you two seen Jerry?”

The two looked at each other and then at the oven.

Marinette rubbed the back of her neck. “Jerry? The turkey?”

“Yes. Have you seen him?” Said Damian, who was getting more and more impatient.

Tim coughed awkwardly. “Uhhhh…”

“Wait, what’re you cooking?”

The two looked at each other. “UHHHHH…”

Damian’s eyes widened and he ran out the door, yelling one name over and over again: “RICHARD!”

When he’d managed to drag Dick into the kitchen, they found Jerry the turkey safe and sound on the counter.

On top of the stove they saw instructions for when to get the turkey in the oven out for it to be good.

But what they couldn’t seem to catch sight of were Tim and Marinette.

Retaliation was inevitable.

Didn’t mean they didn’t hate it.

Marinette ran into the living room where everyone was and glared them all down. They all gave her innocent looks.

She wasn’t buying it.

“What’s wrong?” Asked Jason, smiling as he looked up from his book.

Tim burst into the room, a crazed look in his eyes. “WHERE IS MY LAPTOP?!”

“AND WHILE YOURE AT IT TELL ME WHERE MY FABRICS AND SKETCHBOOK ARE!”

Dick smiled placatingly. “Now, guys, Thanksgiving is supposed to be about family --.”

“CAN IT SANTAYANA! WHERE IS MY WORK?!”

All anyone could do was shrug.

The family sent each other glares. It was clear by now: this was war.

The next day, Marinette found her hand literally glued to the coffee pot. She attempted to pry it off, only to realize that maybe this was a good thing.

She smiled at the excuse to take her drink around with her…

Right up until she realized Tim was now practically hanging off of her in order to get his fix.

The two were near murdering each other by the end of the day, their alliance on a string. The only thing holding it together was how it was five on two.

Bruce walked into breakfast, his clothes an atrocious shade of pink.

All of the kids looked at each other like they were trying to confirm that, yes, this was happening and they weren’t in fact losing their minds.

“Who. Did. This?” Asked Bruce, his eyes flickering over all their faces.

Every finger pointed at Marinette, who cursed mentally. Sure, they were all fighting. And sure, she was probably the only one who knew how to do it. And sure, he was one of her targets...

What was her point again?

Oh, right: traitors!

She smiled nonetheless. What was he going to do? Ground her? She could just leave, really. He couldn’t retaliate in any meaningful way.

Bruce strode over and… rested a hand on her shoulder, sending his kids a glare. “Honestly, though, who did it?”

Huh?

“Did you really think I’d believe it was her? Come on, kids, she’s an angel.”

Marinette realized what was going on and a laugh slipped from her lips, and she quickly covered it with a cough.

“But, dad, she really did --!” Tried Jason.

“Stop trying to blame your sister! She’s too nice to do this!”

He’d better stop! She was going to break a rib.

The boys seemed to realize that one of them was getting in trouble. Jason and Damian pointed at Tim. Tim pointed at Damian. Dick pointed at himself.

With a majority vote, Tim was dragged out by his father, but not before he caught her eyes and mouthed the words ‘I’m getting you back for this.’

She smiled and blew him a kiss, waving him off.

After a few minutes, when she was sure Bruce was out of earshot, she finally burst into laughter. “What… what just happened?” She choked out.

Duke clapped her on the back. “Welcome to the ‘can get away with anything’ club. It’s great.”

Cass nodded and flashed a thumbs up.

It was officially a free-for-all.

She walked out in Cass’s clothes and glared at Tim. Sure, it wasn’t nearly as rude as any of the stuff they’d done to mess with his family, but it was the principle of the thing.

Cass walked out in Marinette’s clothes.

They locked eyes and seemed to come to an agreement.

She walked out into the foyer to find Tim hanging upside down from the ceiling by one ankle.

“Bean?”

She looked up and smiled. “Yes, sweetie?”

His face reddened slightly. Or, maybe, the blood was rushing to his head. Who knows.

“Help?”

She grinned as she watched him struggle to keep his shirt from falling, leaning against the railing. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture. “Nice one, Cass,” she called, then ducked out the door.

His curses followed her as she sprinted to the other side of the house.

By Thanksgiving day, pranks had from a few times a day to once an hour.

Dick was still dripping paint from the one time he’d walked into his room and gotten nailed by a paint bucket.

Damian and Tim were attempting to break the handcuffs binding them together with everything from katanas to guns.

Marinette’s skin was still tinged red in places from when the cranberry sauce had exploded on her.

Jason was tearing at his straitjacket with his teeth.

Bruce was wearing a Superman onesie because everything else in his size was missing.

Cass was attempting to untie the Gordian knot that was her shoelaces.

And Duke was completely fine, watching the chaos from above. After all, as Tim had said, he was far too smart to get involved in their shenanigans.

But, finally, Thanksgiving dinner was over.

Marinette smiled as she finally set down her fork.

Duke rested his head on his hand. “Hey, Mari, who’s your favorite bat?”

She blinked once and felt everyone’s eyes turn on her. Despite how everyone was very much annoyed with her, they seemed very interested in her answer.

Still, she couldn’t very much avoid answering unless she wanted to make it obvious she knew who they all were. So, she rested her head in her hand.

She glanced around at everyone’s expectant faces.

Well, she was leaving soon anyways.

She schooled her face into a mask of boredom. “If I had to choose, I guess Robin.”

She suppressed a snicker at the instant uproar that this caused. Even though Damian and Tim knew she knew their identities and therefore could probably guess that she was only messing with them, this didn’t keep Damian from puffing his chest a little or Tim from deflating. Jason, as her mentor, looked outright offended.

Dick held up a hand. “Wait, obviously you mean the original Robin, right?”

“Nah, he was a showoff. Current Robin all the way.”

Now Dick looked offended, too.

She grinned to herself as everyone argued over each other, attempting to convince her that they were in fact the best bat. Marinette sunk into the shadows.

She smiled as Cass joined her in the corner, watching the chaos unfold.

Cass grinned. “You could have just been honest and said Tim, you know.”

Marinette blinked once. She looked the girl next to her up and down and then decided she trusted her. It wasn’t like not trusting her was going to somehow fix the fact that she’d somehow figured out everything about her in seconds.

“Yeah, but that would be less fun.”

She snickered and nodded. “You should probably run.”

Marinette was about to ask why when a plate of mashed potatoes crashed into the wall between them. She broke into a wide grin.

“No, I think I’ll stay.”

~~~

Aka Duke creates chaos without consequences for 2.5k words because everyone agrees “he wouldn’t be stupid enough to do that”

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years

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Coffee, crushes and complications

This was prompted by a lovely anon! I hope you like it, I sure did!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: pre-Reed900 [Prequel] [Part2] [Part3] [Part4]

‘Reed? In my office!‘ Gavin couldn’t think of what he had done wrong, but considering how many times he had heard this sentence before, the anxiety settled in immediately. Still, he stood up, downed the last sip of coffee and walked over to his boss’ office. ‘Yes? What’s wrong?’, he asked, sitting down in the chair in front of the table. ‘What’s wrong?’ The man in front of him laughed heartily and Gavin nervously laughed, too. God, had he phcked up that badly with his last job? ‘Reed, nothing’s wrong, quite the opposite! How you handled this rich asshole was… I would say impressive, but that doesn’t do the thing justice. God, how they could ever throw you out of the police force, I can’t understand. You didn’t let him off the hook until he answered your questions and gave him nothing to work with! That is investigative journalism at it’s finest and damnit, Reed, no one else deserves it more!’ ‘What?’, Gavin asked relieved, but also proud. ‘A raise! I would promote you, but I need you where you are now. I hope you understand that?’ ‘Hey, sure. Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than in the field.’ ‘Alright. Then I’ll just sign the papers and send them to you. Really, Reed, you out-did yourself with this one!’

When Gavin came home that day, the first thing he did was jump and cheer in triumph, then pick up his unsuspecting cat and hurl her around. ‘Oh, Bready, today is the day!’ He kissed her on her shoulder, before she finally decided she had enough with an angry growl. Immediately Gavin let her fall to the ground and hurried to the kitchen, grabbing the phone along the way. The number he searched for was only two clicks away and he let it ring while pouring out some kibble for Bready and heating up yesterday’s leftovers. ‘Hey, Eli!’, he excitedly called into the phone. ‘How are you? You won’t believe what happened today!’ He let his brother guess a few times until the microwave pinged and he let himself and his food fall on the couch. ‘Urgh, Eli you are boring and have too much creativity at your hands. No, I got a raise! Honestly, getting fired might have been the best thing to ever happen to me. I get raises for being a nosy asshole! My new boss phcking loves me and my colleagues actually seem to like me. Oh, I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time. We need to celebrate that! When are you free?’

He took a breath and began eating while listening to his brother complain about new work politics. Gavin actually felt with him for once. His view on androids had changed quite a bit. He got to know quite a few androids during his work and the day one of his colleagues had come in in tears saying they would have to resign because of some anti-android assholes, Gavin had changed. It had only been a few months since he started his new life, but for the first time he felt like he had his life under control. And like he enjoyed it. Being fired from the only job he thought to be ever good in had been hard. But after being stuck in that low for weeks he had realised that if he wanted to be happy, he had to work for it. And he did. And it had become better. Seeking professional help, reconciling with his brother and finally finding a new job he actually liked had been the end of a long journey that was far from over. But he was happy. And he was confident it would go up only from now on.

Their conversation dropped into casual talk, a few jokes and teasing. It was already late when Gavin decided to end it for today. He was tired and he wanted to at least watch another episode of this new show he enjoyed so much. ‘Okay, so when do you actually have time? Tomorrow? Nah, can’t do, I’m meeting Tina at this new coffee shop. Maybe on the weekend? Yes? Oh, that would be awesome. Okay, bye! Love you too!’

He smiled as he wanted to stand up to bring the phone back, but Bready had already made herself at home in his lap, so he just laid it to the side and switched on the TV.

‘Hey Tina!’, Gavin greeted the woman already standing in line. She turned around and her face lit up. Shortly after, Gavin was encased in strong arms and had to chuckle. ‘Hey, hey, let me down, alright?’ ‘God, I haven’t seen you in ages!’ ‘You saw me last month’, Gavin reminded her. ‘I see you dipshit every week on TV! That’s not the same. I miss you.’ ‘Wait you watch it?’ ‘Of course I watch it!’, Tina said and punched his shoulder. ‘What do you think of me? Also, it’s funny seeing you be a dick to people that obviously hide one or two bodies under a rug somewhere.’ Gavin shrugged. ‘Well, whatever floats your boat.’ ‘It’s good to see you like it’, Tina then said seriously. ‘I worried about you after you left.’ ‘I know’, Gavin groaned. ‘But I’m fine, okay? Really, I feel better than ever. Now shut your mouth for a while, I have to think what I want to order for a moment…’

They got their coffee and tea as well as two slices of cake soon enough and sat down in a corner of the room. ‘So, how’s work on your end?’, Gavin asked. ‘Hmm, nothing interesting at the moment. We had a suspected serial killer last week, but it turned out the cases weren’t connected after all and thankfully nothing more than the two murders happened before we got them. Otherwise… Nah, nothing interesting you want to talk about.’ So only stuff regarding the new guy. Gavin had said upfront he didn’t want to know anything about the person that had replaced him. It wouldn’t be any use after all. Tina thankfully respected his decision.

‘I did get to know someone’, she then smirked as silence threatened to stretch. ‘A beautiful, funny android lady. She also likes cats!’ ‘Oh that’s cool, tell me more!’, Gavin demanded and smiled, listening to Tina ramble on, cake and tea completely forgotten. Gavin had been determined to listen intently to her, but his attention was drawn from her as someone entered the coffee shop. Someone very familiar. ‘You got to be kidding me’, he hissed, and Tina caught on to him, turning around. There at the counter stood Hank and Connor, looking at the board. Wait. Was that another Connor? ‘Hey, T, who’s the other Connor?’, he whispered. ‘Can’t tell you without breaking a promise’, she admitted, ducking her head. ‘No phcking way a damn Connor replaced me!’

Maybe he had been louder than expected, maybe Connor just had picked up his name, but the RK800 turned around to him, eyes going wide and tapping Hank on the shoulder pointing over. Hank looked in his direction and apparently wanted to bolt immediately, but the friendly barista behind the counter had already placed their drinks on it. In that moment, the other Connor following them had spotted him too. The next thing he did was march over with large steps.

‘Oh hell no, I’m not doing this! I-‘ ‘Hello. My name is Richard. I’m sorry to have replaced you.’ ‘Oh, get phcked!’ Gavin was not having it. He had wanted to drink his coffee and talk to his best friend. He had no interest in talking to this machine. ‘I have waited very long for this moment, my colleagues having tried their best to make this meeting impossible. So, no, I won’t “get phcked”. Not before I you didn’t accept my apology.’ ‘Yeah, whatever. It’s fine. I was an asshole. Deserved getting fired. Now shoo!’ ‘I still don’t deserve getting a job when a human needs them to survive. It wasn’t fair. I heard you… did not fare well after being fired.’ Gavin took a deep breath, before standing up, the sound of the chair scratching on the ground like a precursor of a fight. ‘Listen here, Richard’, he said, pointing his finger at his chest. ‘My personal history doesn’t concern you in the slightest, okay? It’s true, I wasn’t stable in my old job. I was easily angered, I overworked myself on a regular basis without even realising it in the end. I had no friends. I am depressed. My life was one giant, gaping shithole. When I was fired it was for a good reason, but it send me spiralling even deeper down. But you know what? One day I hit rock bottom and knew it couldn’t get any worse than this, might as well try to make it better. And I worked hard for it. I worked my ass off trying to rebuild bridges I’ve burned and seek help. Get over my own walls and live. Be happy. Find a job. And you know what, you goddamn tin-can? I did it. I am a different man and I am happy. So don’t-‘ He took another breath to steady himself. ‘Don’t you dare giving me pity. I am no sorry broken soul you can comfort so you feel better! So you have completed your good deed a day! I am fine. I am better than fine. So thanks, but no thanks. Don’t need it. Phck off.’

That actually worked. The android blinked at him, obviously processing, before apologising and heading over to where Connor and Hank had sat down. Gavin got back on his seat, too and took a large gulp of his coffee. As he sat the mug down, he stared into a grinning face. ‘What?’ ‘So aggressive’, Tina laughed. ‘Dude, the guy just wanted to be nice.’ ‘Oh, did he?’, Gavin grumbled and tried to get an inconspicuous look at the android. Of course, he had chosen the same moment Richard had looked over at him, so he quickly turned back around. ‘Yes’, Tina chuckled. ‘You don’t know how annoying he can be. Replacing you being unfair is the one topic he can’t shut up about.’ ‘Perfect’, Gavin sighed, but couldn’t keep his thoughts in check. Had this android really tried to advocate for someone he didn’t even know? ‘Yeah, always said how after going through your open cases and notes, he couldn’t believe someone fired you. He thinks you are some kind of genius I think.’ ‘Oh, wow, an android has a work-crush on me’, Gavin over-exaggerated and rolled his eyes. ‘Hey, you wouldn’t be that far from the truth there’, Tina shrugged. ‘”Gavin Reed would not have” is like every second sentence of his. It’s cute actually. And ever since you put him in his place just now, he is staring at you, that fancy mood-light turning yellow.’ ‘It’s what-‘ Gavin turned around, cursing when he stared in his eyes again: ‘Shit! What’s his problem? Anyways, you wanted to tell me more about Steph. Please. I beg you. Ramble about your soon to be girlfriend, I want to think about anything but this android.’

Richard on the other hand knew exactly what his problem was. He had exactly 335 software instabilities and errors to keep track of while he couldn’t keep his eyes off this human. He had known the man to be remarkable. But after that reaction? Oh, he definitely had to get to know him better. So, long after the human had left the shop and even after he had driven home, Richard was still planning how to see the man again. Maybe Tina had been right. Maybe he truly had a crush.

[>next part]

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #Gavin Reed #Tina Chen #RK900 #Okay but honestly investigative journalist!Gavin would be something I would love to read more about #but I'd guess AO3 doesn't have anything on that #let's see #Also soft!Nines hell yes

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mrsalwayswrite · 4 years

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Perfect (Richard Winters x Reader)

So this lovely piece can be read as a stand-alone or a sequel to The Benefits of Paperwork.

As always, can be read as reader or OFC.

A huge thanks to @happyveday for the encouragement and idea. I hope this meets your expectations.

Warnings: Fluff and feels. I think I have a cavity now.

Words: 1200

"The world's greatest uncle is finally here!"

Winters looked up from staring at his hands, sitting outside of the delivery room. He had been awake almost thirty-six hours and suddenly felt every minute of it. His clothes were dirty and rumpled but he did not care.

Nixon stopped in front of him, eyebrows scrunched together. "You look terrible."

That got a huff of a laugh out of the redhead. "Yeah, it's been a long day."

"Uh huh. You're a proud father now! Are you going to tell me if I have a niece or nephew?"

"Nephew."

"I fucking-" Nixon started to exclaim in his excitement before a loud shushing came from a nearby nurse, "-ah, I bloody knew it!"

Winters just shook his head at his friend. His own excitement bubbled under his skin like a geyser waiting to explode. He could not wait to introduce his best friend to his son.

"So, is he a Lewis or Nixon?"

"She gets to make the final decision. We've talked but she gets to choose."

Nixon stared at him, mouth gaping slightly before he recovered from his surprise. "You're letting your wife choose the name of your first born son? She knows about the deal right? She knows-"

"Yes, you have told her multiple times about how you knew we were going to marry and this was your demand for your infallible insight. I am sure she is taking it into great consideration. Also she did just spend eighteen hours in labor."

Nixon did not seem convinced but nodded. "What are you doing out here anyway?"

"I was sent out for food." He gestured to the brown paper bag next to him with a bakery's logo on it. "A nurse is checking on her right now."

"Ah." Nixon sat down next to Winters. "How does it feel?"

"What?"

"Being a father."

"I've only been a father for," he checked his watch, "going on four hours now."

"Alright, smart-ass."

Winters sighed, a goofy smile growing on his lips and his eyes twinkling. "I just met him and I already love him. I thought it would be hard to love anyone else as much as I love my wife but from the moment the doctor handed him to me...Nix, I would do anything for him."

"I know. That means a lot too. The love you have for her...I know I am not the only one to compare it to a fairy-tale."

The door beside them opened and a nurse stepped out, her white uniform crisp and practically blinding. "I am finished if you would like to join her, Mr. Winters, she is awake. I'll bring the paperwork in a moment."

"Thank you." Both men stood and walked into the delivery room.

A single bed was in the middle of the room, stark white walls making the room seem unnaturally bright.

Winters could not help but stare at the beautiful woman in the bed, even with her hair a mess and exhaustion clearly etched on her face, she glowed. How had he ever deserved such a strong, intelligent, gorgeous woman? She meant the world to him and he made sure to remind her everyday how much he loved her.

Immediately, he went to the side of her bed, depositing the bakery bag on the side table and pressed a kiss to her temple. His eyes drifted to the bundle in her arms and his heart swelled. There lay his son...his child...healthy and perfect. What more could he ask for?

His baby lips were pursed in his sleep, bright blue eyes hidden for the moment. A faint dusting of hair could be seen under the cap the nurse had put to help keep him warm. He was perfect.

"How are you feeling, darling?"

"Tired but that's not unexpected." She smiled at Winters before looking over at Nixon standing at the end of the bed. "Lewis, it's good to see you."

He winked at her. "You're still lovely as ever. Are you sure you want to stay married to this redheaded Eskimo?"

She chuckled, "I'm sure. Here, Dick." She lifted up the bundle and moved their son into his father's arms.

"So...what did you decide?" Nixon hedged, eyes bouncing back and forth between the two new parents.

She looked from Nixon to Winters and back. "Herbert. Herbert Winters."

Utter silence filled the room. You could hear a pin drop.

Then Nixon exploded.

"WHAT?! YOU'RE LETTING HER NAME YOUR SON AFTER THAT BASTARD?"

"Herbert is my grandfather's name." She quietly said, raising a single eyebrow in challenge.

"Shit," Nixon stopped and rubbed the back of his neck, "sorry, that's...that's a good family name."

Winters caught his wife's eye and gave the briefest of winks when Nix was looking down at the baby.

Nixon gazed at the baby boy, a soft smile on his face. "He is cute I guess. Hopefully he won't be a redhead like his father. Nothing but trouble those boys are."

The nurse stepped back in. "Here is your copy of the birth certificate. Anything else I can get any of you right now? "

"No, thank you, Nurse." Winters said, "Nix, can you grab that?"

The nurse handed the paper to Nixon then looked back at the happy parents. "I'll be back to check on you in two hours unless you need me sooner."

Winters nodded but his focus was on his friend's face. Nixon gaped at the form in his hand, unable to resist the temptation of looking at it.

"You alright there, Nix?"

The ex-intelligence officer's eyes shifted from the paper to meet his best friend's, tears threatening to slip out. "You did it, you...you actually did it."

Winters just smiled, slowly rocking his sleeping son in his arms. He knew what the form said. His wife had been the one to suggest it and how could he say no?

"Lewis Davis Winters." Nixon read aloud softly, almost reverently.

"He's got my middle name. Besides, he should have the same name as his godfather, right?"

Winters did not think Nixon's eyes could get any bigger but somehow they managed to. Any other time he would have laughed at how flabbergasted his best friend looked.

Nixon stepped closer, gently touching his godson's curled fist with heart eyes. "You and me little Lew, we're going to get into so much trouble together. I promise to teach you all the fun things your parents say no too." He cooed out, unable to escape the draw of the new baby.

Winters met his wife's eyes, love and adoration flowing between them. They had survived war together, a source of comfort actively sought for during the turmoil. As soon as they returned back to the states, Winters had dropped onto one knee before her. They had a small wedding and honeymooned in New York City. Sure they had their ups and downs but underneath it all was a devotion and affection to rival any love story.

Standing here now with his beautiful wife smiling softly at him, their new baby in his arms and his best friend to support them, it was all worth it. Nothing could be more perfect than this moment for him.

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ladyideal · 4 years

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Ficmas~ Day 22

Pairing: John Kennex x Detective!Reader

Word Count: 1365

Warnings: Uh. Mild jealousy.

Summary: You and John go to a party hosted by the Captain.

Requested By: @writerdee1701

A/n: wow 22nd already. December really flies by fast.

"So how was Angry 101?" You asked, greeting John as he stepped out of his group therapy session.

"I feel good, better. All thanks to you," The detective planted an affectionate kiss on your cheek.

You grinned, avoiding Dorian's curious glance. "Come on. We've only got half an hour to change, and get our ass over to the Captain's party."

"Thirty seven minutes and forty two seconds," Your MX piped up.

"Thanks Sofia, but you might want to shut it. John here is known for blowing up MXs," You shook your head, trying not to laugh. "Your suit's in the back. We can change at my place."

"You've thought of everything."

John was like that. After losing his girlfriend and betrayed, you understood he was a lot more careful with romantic relationships. So it was quite a surprise when he came up to you with a gift:

His phone number and a piece of bubblegum.

No one said that in the precinct that co workers couldn't date one another. Clearly, the Captain didn't mind either. Secretly, you wondered if she too was rooting for you and Kennex. But he took it slow at first like you wanted.

"So how do I look?" You finished the last of your makeup and hair.

"Beautiful," John adjusted his tie one more time before putting on his blazer. "You sure this isn't a casual event?"

"Yes, I'm sure," You nodded. "I don't think the captain would appreciate us going there with jeans and a t-shirt."

"Correct," Dorian emerged, looking the same as he's always been. "We should get going, John."

"Don't forget the wine!"

"Can I take a sip from it before we leave?"

"Don't you dare, John."

The car ride was mostly silent. It had been a great eight months together, and you honestly hoped that he would be the one. Yet despite all the honesty and transparency within the relationship, something was being held back. Understandably so, John was very reluctant in talking about the day when his team went down, and he himself rounded up in a seventeen month coma.

You wanted to help him as much as you could, as a partner and now significant other would. However, you trusted him. There must be something deeper connected to the attacks that he was keeping you in the dark.

To protect you? Probably.

Children sleeping

Snow is softly falling

Dreams are calling

Likes bells in the distance

We were dreamers

Not so long ago

But one by one

We all had to grow up

"Have you always wanted to join the force as a kid?" You asked, shutting the car door behind you and bundling your scarf tighter around your neck.

"Fight the bad guys," John nodded, stepping in front of the front door.

Knock knock.

"Detectives! So glad you could make it. Come in, come in. It's freezing out there," An unfamiliar man opened the door.

With a round of thanks, you and the group trudged in, making sure to keep the snow out and not into the house. Once within, you rubbed your hands together, taking in the grandeur of the entryway and the chatters from within.

"Detectives, Dorian, Sofia, hope the drive wasn't too bad," A rather proud looking Captain Maldonado appeared by her husband.

"Happy holiday, Captain. Thank you for inviting us," You greeted as your boyfriend handed over the bottle of red wine.

"Oh! A present, you shouldn't have," Her husband turned it over in his hands. "Look at this, sweetie, pinot noir. Perfect with finger food and snacks."

"Please make yourselves at home," Maldonado smiled, thanking you for the gift and leaving to greet the next set of guests that walked in from behind.

"Wow, look at that. At least half of the precinct is here," You mumbled.

People and their MXs milled about, most with a glass of alcohol in hand. With a glance, you recognized some. The Christmas tree stood in the distant corner, quietly flickering through its light sequence. The dining table was filled with snacks of all sorts from crackers to fruit. Furthermore, you swore you could smell hot chocolate, eggnog, and an assortment of other festivity drinks.

"Want something to drink?" John darkly spoke, frowning when he saw Richard among the crowd.

"Yeah. A hard apple cider if they have some. If not, hot chocolate works too," You mumbled, greeting some of those that waved at you.

"Oh Y/L/N, I didn't know you got invited too. Come here by yourself?" Richard swaggered up to you.

Taking a step back, you shook your head. "Not quite. John came with me."

"Kennex?" He laughed. "Did you not hear? His whole team got killed, while he survived. Don't you think something fishy happened there? You could do so much better. What do you say we go, fish some fish?"

"No thanks. I'm here with my boyfriend. Enjoy the party, Paul," You roughly brushed past him, ignoring his surprised squawk. "And maybe grow a pair, jerk."

He was interested in you, way before John did. Despite his good standing as an officer, his personality was nowhere near as nice. When John returned to the force, his jealousy inflated his ego. You didn't quite like him. He was just a dick.

"Paul giving you troubles?" Your boyfriend reemerged by your side, handing over your mug of cider and eyeing the other detective.

"No more than usual. He's been crabby ever since you started taking interest in me. Didn't help that Stahl started giving me the stink eye every time I mention you in anything." You snorted, taking a long draught.

"And speak of the devil, here she comes," He indicated at the detective approaching.

"Detective Kennex," She smiled, then falling slightly at you. "Detective Y/L/N. Good to see you two here. How's the eggnog?"

"Bland, rum could be stronger," John answered.

Before the blonde could answer, the White Elephant gift exchange was starting. Politely excusing you and himself, John practically dragged you away from her after watching you give her death daggers.

"Jealous much?"

"Hmph. Being a Chrome, genetically modified won't give her all the upper hand," You grumbled, placing your presents into the center and drawing two numbers.

Fourth and ninth.

"Let's see what's in store this year."

As more people gathered around, Maldonado cleared her throat. "White Elephant rules are still the same. 3 steals, and the present is out. Understood?"

All heads nodded.

"If you may start, Jenks."

You watched with a smug grin as the first person chose yours, before being stolen by the second, and then stolen again by John who went fourth. Good thing you bought the present while on a grocery run, or he would've known what it was. When it was your turn, you gave everyone a death glare, clinging onto your present, daring anyone to challenge you.

Wisely, no one did.

"Not giving it up?" He teased as you teared it open, revealing an advent calendar full of chocolates.

"Fuck no."

He laughed. "Save some for me alright?"

"No promises."

As the party dwindled and people left, you and John thank the Captain once more before heading home. "That was fun."

"Sure was."

As you got out of the car, you realized that you forgot to grab John's gift on the way out. "John?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you grab your advent on the way out? I can't find-. Oh here it is," You fished out the gift and frowned at the lack of chocolates within. "Who ate all the advent calendar chocolates?"

In the silence, you turned to him, jaw dropping at the sight in front.

"What chocolate?" The detective quickly swiped away the last remnant of chocolate on the edges of his mouth. "I didn't see any chocolate."

You rose an eyebrow, and grinned. "So you, Detective Kennex, is saying that despite the incriminating evidence on your hand and face, that you've not seen nor tasted any chocolate."

"Yes, Detective Y/L/N. That is correct."

"And that you are knowingly lying to an officer of the law."

"Sounds right," And before you could retort a smart ass reply, pulled you in for a kiss. "Happy Holidays."

Believe in what you feel inside

And give your dreams the wings to fly

You have everything you need

If you just believe

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hamiltonimagines · 4 years

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I Guess We’re Soulmates

Pairing: Phillipa x Reader

Request: “can you please do a phillipa or jasmine soulmate au? thank you!” - @criminallyhamilton

Summary: A world where you are born with a tattoo and your soulmate has a matching tattoo in the exact spot.

Word Count: 1.6k

Today had been a horrible day and it was only 9am. I had woken up late for an important rehearsal and was currently running very late. I went to go to rehearsal and my car had a flat tire so I had to wait for a cab.

I finally pulled up outside the Richard Rogers Theater. I ran inside and saw the rest of the cast on stage already rehearsing. “She lives” Lin said with a smirk. “Don’t even test me, I’ve had a morning” I said running to my place.

Lin dropped it because he could tell I was already stressed. We went through rehearsal and finally finished after what seemed like days. We had finished and it was around lunch time so everyone was eating.

“Hey Y/N come over here” I heard Jasmine call me over to her. She was sitting in a chair with some empty chairs next to her. I brought my food over and sat next to her.

“So you guys noticed last night?” I asked her, curiously. Last night, Jasmine had texted me freaking out because her and Anthony realized they were soulmates. They had matching tattoos of a crescent moon on their ankles.

“Yeah, I saw it and I was just in so much shock. You never look at anyone’s feet, so I had never noticed it until last night” She said, beaming. “At least you know who your soulmate is” I responded.

I had no idea who my soulmate was and I had almost given up on finding them. Like what if I never found them? What if I loved someone else more who wasn’t my soulmate?

“You’ll find yours soon, I can feel it. I believe in you. You’ll find your person and everything in life will just feel right” she assured you. “What are we talking about?” Phillipa asked as she came over with Renée and sat with us.

“Just how Jas and Ant realized they were soulmates last night” I told them. “What? Really you didn’t tell me that” Renée said, in shock. “I’m so happy for you two, really” Pippa said. “How come everyone has found their soulmate already?” I asked. “I found my soulmate years ago, my husband, I saw his tattoo in the grocery store and I walked up to him and didn’t even dodge the awkwardness. I just straight up said I think we’re soulmates” she said, laughing.

“You’ll find yours Y/N. I haven’t found mine either, we all find our soulmates eventually” Pippa told me.

Here was my dilemma, I had had a crush on Pippa for the longest time, but I knew she wasn’t my soulmate so it wasn’t worth it. There had been rumors going around the theater that Lin was her soulmate because he refused to talk about his tattoo to anyone.

Most people, like Renée, had their tattoo in an obvious place like the hand or the wrist. It’s somewhere you could see in public, it’s not hidden at all. On the contrary, my tattoo was on the back of my shoulder. Just where it was still covered if I wore a tank top. I had a little music note as my tattoo.

“How about we all have a girls night to cheer Y/N up?” Renée suggested. “I’m down, what did you have in mind?” I asked, curiously. “What about a sleep over? We haven’t had one with just us girls in so long” Pippa said. “Sounds like a plan to me” Jasmine agreed.

The rest of rehearsal seemed to go by in fast forward, probably since I was so lost in thought about tonight. I was excited to spend time with the girls, but I always felt a little nervous around Pippa.

What if I slipped up in front of her? What if I saw her tattoo and realized she wasn’t my soulmate? What if she mentioned that she liked somebody else?

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear Jasmine talking to me at the end of rehearsal. “Hey Y/N? You alright? You seem kinda out of it” Jasmine said, placing her hand on my forearm. “Yeah yeah I’m fine, just zoned out. I have a busy schedule coming up and have a lot on my mind” I lied.

“You sure this doesn’t have to do with Pip?” She asked me. “Wait wait...how do you know about that?” I asked. I started to panic, if it was so obvious that Jas knew, maybe Pippa did too. “Come on, you’re one of my best friends. I know you, and I see the way you look at her” She said, with a smirk.

“You can’t tell her” I begged. “Why don’t you just tell her how you feel, maybe she feels the same way” She said, trying to sway me. “There’s no way she feels the same. If I told her, things would feel so awkward and it would ruin our friendship. I can handle not being able to call her mine, but I need her in my life. Even if that’s just as a friend. She is such a light of positivity and I can’t lose that” I said, passionately.

“Alright I get it, you have concerns. That’s allowed, but do you know how long I’ve liked Anthony? I had a crush on him the minute I met him. And it took me so long so confess to him. When I finally did, that’s when we realized we were soulmates. The only regret I have is not telling him sooner. I don’t want you to have that regret too” Jasmine said and I knew she had the right intentions in telling me. I was letting my fear get in the way.

“Okay, I promise I’ll tell her. I just need the right time” I promised her. “You know I just want what’s best for you” she said, giving me a hug. “Yes, I do. Okay, I’ll see you tonight” I told her as we pulled away. “Yep, I’ll see you tonight” she said and I walked away to go home and get ready.

I took a deep breath and then knocked on Pippa’s apartment door. I was praying that either Jas or Renée was here already, I knew I would feel so awkward if it was just Pip and I.

Then the door opened and Pippa was standing there, smiling. “Y/N!” She exclaimed as she pulled me into a hug. I couldn’t help, but start to blush. “Hey Pip, are Jas and Renée here yet?” I asked her. “Nope, you're the first one” she said as we pulled away.

I noticed she was wearing a crop top and I couldn’t remember seeing her wear a crop top before. She looked drop dead gorgeous. I didn’t know how I would make it until the other girls showed up.

“So can I get you something to drink?” She asked me. “Um yeah do you have any water?” I asked, politely. “Coming right up” she said and we both laughed.

I followed her into the kitchen. She grabbed the pitcher of water out of the fridge and set it down. Then she opened a cabinet and went up on her tiptoes to grab a glass.

Then her hair happened to move and revealed something that left me speechless. Right on the back of her shoulder, laid a small music note tattoo. One that perfectly mirrored the one I had.

“So I was thinking we should watch a movie tonight, do you have any movie suggestions?” She turned and asked me. I simply couldn’t even form words. “Are you alright?” She asked, slightly concerned.

Since I couldn’t form words, I just turned around and moved my tank top strap to reveal the matching tattoo.

Then it was Pip’s turn to be speechless. I turned back around and just had a shy smile on my face. “Wow I can’t believe it” she whispered. “Are you disappointed that it’s me?” I asked, feeling a tad bit insecure.

“No no not at all” she said, with a smile.

“If I’m being honest, I’ve had a crush on you since we met, and I was so worried that we weren’t soulmates so I didn’t tell you” I confessed.

“You should’ve told me because I had a crush on you too” she said, shyly. I instantly pulled her into a hug and we just held each other there. For the first time in a while, I felt completely content. All my nerves had gone out the window and I just felt happy.

“So...” I said as we pulled away. “I guess we’re soulmates” she said. And we both had these huge grins on our faces.

She leaned in and slowly connected our lips. It was so perfect and better than I ever could imagine. It was so soft and gentle. We slowly pulled away and just started smiling at each other.

Then there was a knock at the door and Pippa interlaced our fingers and then pulled me with her to go answer the door.

We opened the door and Jasmine and Renée were standing there. Both their eyes went to our hands and they both exclaimed “Finally!!”.

“Come on you guys, you both act like a couple. It wasn’t very hard to put together that you liked each other.” Renée said. “Maybe you should’ve told us that, cause I had no idea the feeling was mutual” Pippa said.

“Wait Jas, was that why you were telling me to tell her how I felt? You knew she liked me?” I asked Jasmine. “What can I say? I’ve always wanted to be a matchmaker” she said, laughing.

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the-sarcastic-trashmouth · 4 years

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No longer just the two of us

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak x Richie Tozier

Summary:

That night, after washing dishes and getting showers, Richie was crawling into bed. Eddie was already fast asleep due to the stress he’s been through. Richie leaned down, smacking a kiss to Eddie’s cheek before he pulled Eddie back against his chest. He loved being the big spoon because having Eddie in his arms made all the struggles he’s faced worth it.

Eddie immediately turned around in his arms before burying his face into Richie’s chest, causing Richie’s face to flush red. He smiles before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Eddie’s forehead before placing another one on his temple.

“You are going to be the best fucking dad.” He whispered against Eddie’s temple before his eyes fluttered shut, and sleep consumed him.

Edward Kaspbrak was not a man of subtlety. He’s been mentioning facts about children for a long as Richie could remember, and that was long before they began to date. It probably stemmed from the fact that he wanted to prove everyone wrong and become something so much better than whatever his mother did. So, with that in mind, Richie set off to find someone who would be willing to let them adopt a child or something along the lines.

The soon-to-be-famous comedian scraped up all the money that he had and pushed it into a savings account to find them a child. There was only one person he told, and that was Beverly. For more than one reason, of course. Firstly, because he couldn’t keep such a secret to himself, and secondly, she’d somehow find out, besides he wanted it to be a surprise for Eddie.

With over thirty failed adoptions, Richie was holding out hope against hope that someone would look at this couple and see how amazing Eddie is so he could let them adopt a child.

Finally, his prayer had been answered. He was sitting on their bed, biting at the skin around his nails, a nervous tick he had picked up from his mother.

“Please, you don’t understand… I know we’re a little young, but I swear to God… Eddie would make the most amazing dad. I mean, he’s already there… Me? I’m still learning, but with him, I know that I will do my best… But he’s just a father without a kid… and I can’t give him a child, and it kills all the time knowing that I can’t do that for him. I know that it’s a long shot, but please, please just look inside your heart and see that we would be perfect for this child.” He begged, feeling tears burn at his water lines.

He felt so defeated right now, not wanting to hear another ‘I’m sorry’ for as long as he lived. He could feel his chest collapsing and the hope he held inside of him burning out, leaving him charred and broken to pieces.

“Okay, how about I meet you and your husband tomorrow to discuss coming to the ultrasounds?” The woman asked quietly as Richie’s eyes snapped open from shock.

“Are--Are you serious?” He felt his hands begin to shake from the happiness bubbling inside of him.

“Yeah, maybe at the Davis’ Diner on fourth street? Say around three?” She questioned, causing him to nod as if she could see him.

“Yes! Yes, thank you so much. We’ll see you then.” He chuckles softly before hanging up the phone. He held it against his chest, trying to calm the thundering beat of his heart as he leaned back in his chair.

He glanced up towards the room they all have dubbed as ‘Eddie’s study,’ and typing away at his computer was Eddie; he was working on a project for his new job as a risk analyst. Richie’s eyes softened at the tension on the poor man’s shoulders from his workload.

“Hey Eds, I got dinner almost finished. You hungry?” He asked, walking over to Eddie. He took a glance at the mirror in the hallway, checking to make sure his eyes were puffy or red from crying. Thankfully, he was okay.

He smacked a kiss to the top of Eddie’s head before looking over the words displayed on the screen when Eddie finally sighed and sat back in his chair.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a moment,” Eddie promised softly, not taking his eyes away from his work, which made Richie pout.

“You’ve been working hard on this. You need a break before you melt out that poor overworked brain of yours,” He teased lightheartedly, earning a scowl from Eddie.

His mouth opened to protest Richie’s words, possibly with a resort of a few colorful words when he cut himself off. Richie’s long, bony fingers began digging into the knots that have made themselves a home in Eddie’s shoulder blades.

Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut as a moan of pain escaped passed his lips before leaning his cheek against Richie’s forearms. He shivered at the hot relief that coursed through his body while Richie continued to work out the kinks in his muscles.

“See, look at that. You’re tighter than your mom’s--” Whatever he was going to save was cut off by a swift slap to the thigh. “Agh! You fucking dick!” He laughs before licking at Eddie’s cheek.

“Oh, gross! You know I hate you doing that!” He groans, swiping at the saliva with one hand and pushing Richie away with the other before they both started to laugh.

“Come on, Workaholic, it’s time to eat. I promise this will all still be here when you get back.” He comments as Eddie nods, standing up from his chair, which caused his spine to crack.

They were both silent for a moment when Eddie pointed a warning finger at him.

“Not a single word from the peanut gallery,” He huffs, looking at Richie; he mimicked zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

The duo walked down the steps of their shared apartment before making a b-line for the kitchen. It wasn’t a huge kitchen, but it was big enough for the soon-to-be three.

“You got off tomorrow, right?” Richie set the food down onto the table before sitting down across from Eddie.

“For once, but I’ll probably go out shopping. It is my turn for groceries after all.” He explains, taking a bite of his dinner.

“Actually, do you think that maybe I could go with you? Make it a date?” He grins, wiggling his eyebrows, which made Eddie’s face flush gently.

“I mean… I don’t see why not.” He murmurs before noticing a weird emotion swirling within Richie’s irises. “Are you okay?” He tilted his head, causing the raven-haired man to blink at him.

“What? Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” He frowns, tapping at his scruffy looking face. “What? Is my complexion too much for your eyes to handle?” He batted his eyelashes, making Eddie snort softly.

“More like your complexion makes it look like you haven’t slept in thirty days and only run on caffeine and junk food.” He resorts when Richie’s jaw drops in offense.

“Ass!” He exclaims, placing his hand onto his chest before shaking his head. “And I even made dinner like a good little house husband! So ungrateful!” He swoons as Eddie starts to laugh at his antics.

“You’re such a dumbass sometimes. But I guess you’re mine.” He sighs solemnly before they both start to laugh.

Eddie can truly say that he’s never felt happier than when he is with Richie, which is saying a lot considering all Richie has ever done is make horrible jokes. He didn’t think he could be happy after the horrible childhood, but all the losers stuck together when they left Derry. The clown had bonded them in ways that no one could even begin to understand. They were a tight group and only let Stan’s new wife Patty into their little circle after she proved how much she loved Stan.

“No-take-backsies.” Richie shrugs, bringing Eddie back to reality. Eddie took notice of Richie playing with his food; he was about to ask what’s wrong when Richie spoke, “You know I love you, right?” He asked quietly, making Eddie blink in shock.

“Of course, I do. You know that I love you, right?” He questioned as Richie nodded quickly. “Good… Now, what did you do?” His sharp gaze bored into Richie. He shrugged in response as Eddie crossed his arms and sat back against his chair. “Richie--” He’s cut off by Richie waving his hands.

“You’ll see it tomorrow. But--I--I promise it’s nothing bad.” He assured quickly, but his tone left no room for argument.

“Richard Wentworth Kaspbrak-Tozier, what did you do?” He demanded slowly, making Richie wince.

“Ooh, why did you have to bring out the full name?” He pouts before shaking his head. “I guess you’ll find out tomorrow.” He grins before shoving food into his mouth so he couldn’t speak anymore.

Eddie didn’t look too convinced, but Richie immediately changed the topic of conversation to something else so Eddie couldn’t grill him for information anymore. Soon the comedian was listening to his beloved husband banter about people at his work who were absolute dumbasses that were going to send him into an early grave.

Eddie had been ranting so much that he didn’t notice the lovestruck look on Richie’s face as he watched Eddie. The younger man gestured wildly as Richie’s mind began to wonder about what Eddie’s face would look like when he found out what the surprise was.

“You are going to be the best fucking dad.” He whispered against Eddie’s temple before his eyes fluttered shut, and sleep consumed him.

It was the sun shining through the curtains that woke Richie up. He grunted softly, rolling over only to find Eddie’s side of the bed empty and cold. His eyes snapped open as he looked around the room to see if his beloved was there, but he was alone.

That’s when the door opened, causing his head to jerk towards the sound. Eddie stepped into the room carrying a tray of food and two cups of coffee resting on the tray. The two shared a smile as Richie sat up with a chuckle.

“Oh, wow, breakfast in bed? If you wanted me to put out, Eds, all you had to do was ask.” He grins, making Eddie roll his eyes.

“Shut up and eat your breakfast, you absolute wet noodle.” Eddie snorts before taking his cup of coffee.

“Thank you,” Richie comments before taking a drink of his own. “Mm, good coffee,” Richie moans softly.

“How would you know? It’s mostly creamer in that cup.” Eddie points out.

“That’s how you know it’s good coffee. Get a little hint of coffee with my creamer.” He flashes him a grin.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“No, you’re ridiculous. The only people who drink coffee black are really old people and people who want to punish themselves for no good reason.” Richie resorts.

“Eat your breakfast.” Eddie huffs playfully as Richie dug into his pancakes.

“So, what is on the agenda for today? Where all shall we be going?” He asked, looking up to Eddie.

“Probably just the mall. We can get everything we need in one place. I need to look for a new belt, and you need new shoes because you’re a psychopath who wears out his shoes in like two uses.” He points out.

“What can I say? It’s a gift.” Richie shrugs with a grin.

Eddie stood up before he started to get dressed, sipping at his coffee after he was done. Soon Richie finished his coffee and his breakfast before setting the tray on the floor and standing up. He stretched out before moaning out at the feeling of his body cracking back into place.

“Alright, I’m going to get dressed, brush my teeth, and then we can get going,” Richie explains, glancing at the clock. With how efficient Eddie is with shopping, Richie wasn’t too worried about being late to meet Betty at the diner.

Of course, it was at that moment that Eddie pulled out a list of things they needed. He began to ramble them off while Richie got dressed. He smiles softly at Eddie; he wasn’t even paying attention to Richie at that point.

After they got outside, Eddie complained about Richie not wearing a jacket since it was mid-fall and he was going to get sick. Richie’s mind thought on a tiny little bundled up child with Eddie towering over them, adding more layers to keep them from the cold.

“Are you even listening to me?” Eddie huffed as Richie started driving down the road.

“Mmm, nope. Should I be?” Richie grins at Eddie’s scoff before turning his attention back on the road. “Alright, let’s make this quick, yeah?” He asked.

“What? Why? Something important you need to attend to? I mean, you didn’t have to come. You were the one who insisted on coming.” Eddie frowns.

“No, no, I mean… The surprise?” Richie asked, hoping it would ring some bells. “I just--I’m antsy, and I wanna see your face. Is that so wrong?” Richie tilted his head to look at Eddie.

“No, but if you would just tell me the surprise, you would already know. Besides, you know I don’t really like surprises.” He points out.

“Trust me; you’ll love this one.” Richie grins before pulling into the parking lot of the plaza.

The two began to walk around the mall. Richie held Eddie’s hand as the shorter of the two dragged him off towards the stores that they needed items from. Richie was off in his own world, letting Eddie drag him along when suddenly Richie bumped into Eddie. He stepped back a few steps so he could look at Eddie and see why he had stopped.

Richie’s eyes flickered to where Eddie was looking. He was staring into a display area that had baby clothes and small toys hanging on the walls. Richie glanced back to Eddie, taking in the look of longing that made Richie’s heart cease up painfully. He looked back to the display and thought about the future of Eddie with their child.

He squeezed Eddie’s hand, bringing him back from his little fantasy before offering a smile to him. “You wanna go in there?” He asked, causing Eddie’s face to flush.

“Nuh--No, no… We shouldn’t. We don’t have a child.” He points out with a grim expression.

“Still, wouldn’t hurt to look right?” Richie asked, glancing down at his watch. “You want me to take this stuff to the car? I’ll be right back.” He promised before rushing off with their stuff.

After he came back to the store, Eddie was already deep into the back of the store. Richie finally caught up to him, watching as Eddie looked over the small clothing with a fond grin. He walked up to him before taking Eddie’s hand, causing him to jolt before looking at Eddie.

“See anything you like?” Richie asked.

“I see a lot of things. I would love to buy all of these.” He whispered before biting his lip softly.

“How about we buy something? If nothing else, we can give it to Stan and Patty-cakes?” He offers when Eddie looks at him.

“Yeah, I guess we could,” Eddie comments softly before looking at all of the clothing again. “I like this one.” He held up a small yellow onesie with little ducks on it.

“That’s so cute. And perfect since yellow is a gender-neutral color.” Richie chuckles softly. His heart was fluttering excitedly at the glitter of happiness in Eddie’s eyes. Who knew something so simple could make Eddie look like an absolute angel?

“I like this one.” He confirmed before looking at Richie.

“Alright, then we’ll get that one.” He grins before they went towards the front of the store. He knew they would be back; even if this adoption didn’t work, Richie would make sure one of them would.

“Well, we got done a lot quicker than even I anticipated.” Eddie chuckles softly.

“Yeah, you getting hungry? It’s almost three.”

“Hm, yeah, I could use a bite to eat. Where do you wanna go?”

“How about Davis? I want a cheeseburger and their seasoned fries.” Richie grins before opening the car door for Eddie.

The car ride was a little quiet; only the sound of the radio was playing through the speakers. It wasn’t an awkward silence, more of an understanding of the reason behind the quietness. Richie didn’t make a joke or try to break the silence. He reached over and squeezed Eddie’s hand gently, never taking his eyes off the road.

Richie turned off the car before locking the doors, causing Eddie to frown. Richie’s heart thundered against his chest as he looked over to Eddie. The two locked eyes as two different emotions swirled between them, fear and longing.

“Okay, Eddie, there's something I need to tell you before we go in here. This is where the surprise is.” He gestured, making Eddie’s head jerk towards the building to see if he could see anything. “It’s nothing grand like you think it is. But we are going to meet someone here.” He explained quietly.

“Okay? Why? Richie, you’re kinda freaking me out here.” He huffs when Richie chuckles, tearing up.

“Do you trust me?” Richie asked instead.

“What? Why?”

“Do you trust me, Eds?” He asked again.

“You know I do, even if I don’t want to.” Eddie snorts softly.

“Then trust me right now, more than you’ve ever trusted me.” He begged, taking Eddie’s hands into his own before squeezing them gently.

Without waiting for Eddie to respond, Richie unlocked the doors and got out of the car. He leans down before flashing Eddie a quick grin, causing the younger one to roll his eyes and get out of the car.

“This better be good.” He grumbled, following after Richie.

They both stepped into the restaurant, taking in a warm atmosphere and the scent of good food. Richie’s head tilted as he looked around the restaurant before finally locking eyes with Betty. He grabbed Eddie’s hand before walking him over to Betty.

“Oh, you made it.” Betty smiles, going to stand up when Richie waved his hand.

“Of course, you don’t need to get up for us. It’s a pleasure to meet you face to face finally. He doesn’t know why we’re meeting you.” He explains softly as Betty looked at Eddie before smiling.

“Well, I hope you don’t freak out too much.” She chuckles, causing Eddie to look between the two.

“Freak out about what?” Eddie huffs, growing impatient.

“Eddie, this is Miss. Betty Novak. She’s the lady who has been so gracious enough to let us adopt her baby.” He comments quietly, causing Eddie’s eyes to widen. He jerked his head to look at Richie.

“She--She what?” He asked, feeling his throat close up from the overwhelming emotions burning through him.

“Yes, we came here to discuss how this is going to work. She wanted to know if we wanted to come to her ultrasounds and everything.” He explains as Eddie started to nod his head immediately.

“Yes, yes, of course!” He gasps, feeling tears start to trickle down his face as he looks at Betty.

“Richie and I already went over the paperwork,” Betty explains with a warm smile. “I’m not showing just yet, but then again, I’m only about to be three months in.”

“How long have you been planning this?” Eddie asked in shock. “You can’t keep a secret to save your life!” He exclaims, causing Richie to laugh.

“Two… Two years.” Richie chokes up slightly. “I’ve been going to couples after couples in hopes that they would agree. Betty and I started talking about a month ago.” He chuckles before Eddie surged forward and hugged Richie tightly.

“You asshole, how could you make me cry in public!” He huffs softly before laughing as he looks up to Richie.

“Because you did it when you proposed, so I think it’s a fair trade.” Richie grins at Eddie.

Richie gestured for Eddie to sit down before sliding down next to him. They both looked to Betty as she chuckles softly at their antics. Eddie took Richie’s hand into his own, squeezing it tightly as they began to talk to her about what Richie and Betty had already discussed.

It was about closer to five-thirty when they left, promising to see Betty on Friday for their first ultrasound together. Richie glanced at Eddie when they were back in the car. Eddie had been rather quiet after Betty had left, which kind of worried Richie.

“Eds, you okay?” He asked softly before Eddie slowly looked at him.

“You… You are the best thing that has come out of all the shit in my life.” Eddie smiles, causing Richie to blink in shock.

“Eddie--” He’s cut off by Eddie surging across the console between them and jerking Richie into a passionate kiss.

Richie grins before cupping Eddie’s face and deepening the kiss. The two got lost in each other as they have done so many times before.

“I love you so much,” Eddie whispered when he pulled away.

“I love you too… so much,” Richie promised quietly. “I’m just glad it finally worked. I’ve been keeping this inside for two years. All because I wanted to see that dumb face of your smile. You’re going to be the best fricking dad in the world… And I’m the one who gets to witness all of it.” Richie smiles.

“What about you?” Eddie asked with a tilt of his head.

“What about me?” Richie frowns.

“Don’t you think you are going to be a good dad?”

“Oh, fuck no.” Richie bursts out laughing. “I am going to suck so hard, but… but as long as I have you… I think I have a chance of being a good Pop, hm?” He asked before petting at his five o’clock shadow. “Might grow out a beard and get salt and pepper hair.” He grins as Eddie started to laugh.

“How is your hair going to be grey when you haven’t even hit thirty yet?” Eddie held his stomach as he laughs harder.

“Um, duh, I’ll dye it. Come on, Eds! Keep up with the times’ old man!” He snorts.

“So, you’ll be the cool trendy Pop, and I’ll be the worry-some Dad who plans and organizes everything?” Eddie asked.

“God, you’ll be so frickin hot pulling out a calendar for play dates.” Richie laughs when Eddie pushes at him.

“Says the hot Pop who is gonna wear socks and sandals together.” Eddie chuckles.

“I’m gonna fucking rock the shit out of them, too!” He grins before looking at Eddie again. “But… You’re okay with this surprise?” He asked softly.

“I’m more than okay with this surprise, Richie. I can’t wait to meet them.” He smiles before they shared one more quick kiss and went home.

Maybe Richie will show him the nursery he had created. I mean, Eddie thinks that it’s Richie’s workroom. Or maybe he’ll wait for another day.

Richie stole a glance at Eddie; his beloved was looking over the onesie they bought with the biggest grin on his face. Oh yeah, Richie knew Eddie was always meant to be a dad, and seeing this only proved it.

#Reddie #reddie fic #Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak #Eddie would be the best dad #Richie would be the second best dad #This is pure fluff #Fluff #no hurt or angst #(I know I was surprised too)#Dorks in love #CUTE DORKS IN LOVE #Married dorks #The best husbands #Adoption #Richie is a good husband #We can fight on that #All the love #All the happiness

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Jared virtual panel Sunday 22 Nov 2020

As with Misha, tried to type as he talked as much as possible. I did get interrupted by a couple of brief phone calls & I’m sure someone will post a video later today, but for now--

--Just got out of the shower. Didn’t do his hair lol. It is SHORT Y’ALL.

--Been a hell of a week, we all know why. Series finale. Shed some tears, watched it at his house, everything came flooding back, was really emotional. Wishes he could see our faces. He feels the love.

--Top 3 episodes and why? Series finale is his favorite, he is a fan of storytelling & looking at SPN as a whole the finale wrapped up things in a way that were meaningful and poignant and “wonderfully frustrating”. #2, Sacrifice. Another moment of seeing deeply inside the boys but they were flipped Sam thinking he was dying vs Dean dying. #3 French Mistake, doesn’t know if any other TV show could have done that.

--Was pie in Dean’s face scripted? Yes and he got to do it a few times! When Sam throws the pie in Dean’s face there is a passerby looking on, that is Bob Singer. It being scripted didn’t make it any less fun.

--How were the first days on the set of Walker? Thank you for asking, it’s been awesome. Strange but incredible. Feels lucky and fortunate to be able to see his kids in the morning and and at night, proud of what SPN was and hoping to recreate some of that with Walker. Learned so much from Sam and wants to do that with another character.

--Bad hair days? Puts on a beanie. Never learned how to do anything with his hair.

--Crossover between SPN and Walker, would Cordell and Sam be friends? Absolutely. Both trying to do their best in a weird world to make it a better place and hopefully ease other people’s pain. Sam and Dean found themselves in situations where there’s no perfect answer and Cordell deals with the same type of things.

--Fave Harry Potter book & movie & spell? Book--Deathly Hallows, Sorry, missed the rest! Oh Expecto Patronus lol

--Craziest/funniest bts moment? 2 moments, one where he was awaiting birth of first son Tom, scene where Sam is chasing Kevin around. Same situation where Jensen was waiting for twins--Jensen getting that call. Just a weird situation where something huge is going on personally while trying to act. Talks about Jensen not having his passport and it had to be all hands on deck to find Jensen’s passport and get him back in the states for the birth.

--If SPN all over again as a different character, who & why? Biggest part of him says he has to be Sam. He would be Sam again. But if he HAD to change he would be Lucifer. Mark made it seem like such a fun character to play. Also possibly Chuck, Rob was phenomenal.

--Would love to do/have reaction videos for cast reaction to reaction videos. (Me too, Jared)

--Had a hard time thinking about who he was going to be without SPN

--How did you start your acting career? Acted in middle/high school. Won a contest to be trophy presenter (pulls out surfboard award thing) at Teen Choice awards, met an agent & auditioned over tape. Was supposed to be premed in school but got Gilmore Girls.

--What is always on your Thanksgiving table? Turkey, as much as possible. Stuffing, pumpkin pie. Big Dallas Cowboys fan so would always watch Cowboys game and make awful turkey nachos (tortilla chips with Thanksgiving leftovers) that night

--How would Sam spend his time in quarantine? Giant library at bunker doing a lot of reading. Would probably use a pedometer to make sure he got his steps in for the day. Sam is an introvert.

--What country would Sam and Dean like to visit on vacation? Puerto Rico. Wishes Sam and Dean got their beach vacation that they had talked about. Not sure if the car could have gotten there. Maybe they could have found some floaties for it lol.

--Were any lines adlibbed or added by him and Jensen (finale)? Yes. In the barn scene when Dean tells Sam to keep going, it was written Sam said he couldn’t do it without you (Dean), Sam thought he should say it more similar to the pilot, which is what they did. First thing Dean said to Say was Heya Sammy and Sam was Dean? Sam thought those should also be their last words on the bridge. J2 tried to convey how they thought the characters felt in that barn scene especially. When Sam says It’s okay, you can go now, Jared thought Sam’s son should say the same to him at his death.

--Sam wearing Dean’s watch in the finale? Jared happy fan caught that. Jared thought it was something Sam would have kept and worn.

--Jared doesn’t catch the reference SamLicker81 lol.

--Jared had a lot of time to think about Sam’s ending, at first he thought it was jarring but how do you feel about anyone’s ending? Would you ever be ok with your own ending? There was a finality to it that no matter what happened it would be difficult to wrap his head around. Once he digested it, he felt it was the best way to tell Sam’s story. Sam tried to live his life the way Dean would have wanted him to life his life. He tried to do what Dean would have wanted. If Dean had come back 20 years later and saw Sam hunting he wouldn’t have liked that, he wanted Sam to live his life. That’s what they all fought for, for whoever was left to live as normal a life as possible.

--Any other props end up at Jared’s house? Yeah he has some stuff. His stand-in Jason had got 2 picture frames for Jared and Jensen, got copies of the last call sheet along with their marks (red tape for Jared, blue for Jensen), and framed them.

--Super excited about producing and acting on Walker, felt like he and Jensen were pseudo-producers on SPN but will be different on Walker, hopefully he can help guide the story in a way that’s best for the show

--Acting advice? Everybody is different. Acting is trying to be somebody you’re not...but don’t try to be somebody you’re not. Don’t try to be like another actor. Just be you and figure out what story you want to tell, remember you’re there to tell a story, commit to who you are and who you have been. There are things you’ve been through no one else has, so don’t discredit that.

--Fave song that reminds you of Sam? Carry on Wayward Son, especially having just watched the finale, it’s such a powerful song.

--Pre and post COVID scripts? They can’t fire me now! Biggest deal with post COVID script was the mandatory 2 week quarantine. There were going to be a lot of beloved characters in Heaven with us but it was just a scene or 2 so they couldn’t really ask Rob, Richard, Samantha Smith, Jeffrey Dean to come sit in a hotel room for 2 weeks for one scene. The Heaven Dean deserved was filled with people but because COVID it ended up being just Sam and Dean.

--One thing he will miss the most? The crew/family. Life long friends made over 15 years. He grew up a lot on SPN, been through so much and so much history with those people. It’s so different shooting Walker right now because with COVID there’s less human contact. Misses human contact (with fans too).

--How did you prepare to shoot Dean’s death? How could you possible prepare to shoot Dean’s death? We shot it in September, I had known about since June or July 2019, had been reading the script since February. Lot of time spent on set was trying not to cry. Massive massive fight scene, shot for 3 days but 30 seconds on screen. One day for after Dean’s been impaled so they wouldn’t have to fight all day then get emotional. Was emotional about that scene, didn’t want Jared to get in the way of Sam’s story.

--Did Sam tell his kid about all the hunting stuff? Yeah of course, told him all about uncle Dean, why he was named after him, and the importance of taking care of himself and not spending his life saying goodbye to friends and family and then his son just wanted to get a tattoo.

--There are tons of shows Jared wishes SPN could have crossed over with. Would have been funny to cross over with Walking Dead, for them to see John and he doesn’t know who they are.

--First people Sam would want to see in Heaven? Obviously Dean. Bobby. Mom. Sully. Sam’s Heaven is mostly Dean. He wanted Sam’s wardrobe from the pilot because that was Sam’s happiest moment, going on the road with his brother.

--If he had the chance to work with Jensen again (and he WILL he says, hopefully sooner than later)...Jensen has a standing invitation to come to Walker, but they will find something somewhere and it will be great.

--What weird or gross food do you enjoy? Jared eats everything and a lot of it. Except olives. Doesn’t really like chocolate despite his sweet tooth. Doesn’t like black licorice. Will try anything once. Loves spicy food.

--Advice for people with anxiety? One thing that’s worked for him is just accepting that it’s not going anywhere. If you’re trying to get rid of anxiety you’ll frustrate yourself. Talks about Eddie Vedder saying he sees his demons as somebody who’s riding in the car with him. Take care of yourself. You got this.

--Grateful for you guys, hope to see you soon.

#jared padalecki #virtual panel #StageIt #creation 2020 #jared panel

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concealeddarkness13 · 3 years

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WHG 15 Post-Games Brains and Brawn Part 9

A day after part 8! Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes (also thanks for Richard, Skyler, and Volt!), @pen-of-roses, and @thoughts-of-nora!

I just kept thinking about Triel. I should probably hide during the masquerade. I wouldn’t want to upset her, cause a scene. She hated me. I knew it. She’d yell at me when she saw me. That would derail the whole escape. I couldn’t be there. I’d just fuck it all up.

But how could I tell the others? Maybe I could just be at the party to scout and make sure we got out safe? And stay away from Triel? That would work. Then I could still have that dance with Reine. And hang out with Skyler.

I was finally pulled out of my thoughts and pacing in the main room when Richard spoke up. “How’s the leg?”

I jumped and looked over at him with a smile. He was standing pretty close to me. How long had he been watching? “Not bad. Healing up pretty well. Even though Shine still says that I shouldn’t have any strenuous exercise.”

“Oh, well…” He sighed dramatically and shook his head with a grin. “That’s good bad, looks like I win by default.”

Oh hell no. He was talking about the spar, wasn’t he? My smile slipped, and I crossed my arms. “Did I say I listened to Shine? You haven’t won yet. I’m not going to turn down an offer to fight.” I grinned at him.

“That’s what I thought.” He shook himself out. “I’ll let you choose the venue, since you’re injured and all.”

And he had already completely healed from when Shine had worked on his machines? Was that really possible? Eh. It didn’t matter. I didn’t care if I was still hurt. I was going to fight him. I kept grinning. “How about right here?” I kicked out at his legs to see if it would work.

My kick actually connected! But then he fell dramatically, and I knew it was all an act. Boo. He splayed out on the ground and looked up at me. “Maybe you do have a chance.” When he jumped back up, it was fluid and practiced. I probably didn’t stand a chance. But still. He brushed himself off. “Now, how much do you want me to hold back?”

“Not at all. If I win and you were holding back, it wouldn’t actually be a win!” Skyler was inching into the room, and Shine plopped themself on a couch with a bucket of popcorn. Rude.

Richard nodded, and he lunged forward inhumanly fast. Before I could even react, he had already grabbed my arm and forced it behind my back before swiping his hand on my throat. Shit. He jumped back, grinning even wider. “Like that?”

Amazing! I grinned back. “Exactly like that.” I rocked on my feet, and I got into an attack stance, waiting just in case he decided to make the first move.

He opened up his arms. “Your move then.”

Perfect. I dashed toward him but changed directions at the last second, moving behind him to try to kick at his legs again, but he just twisted and grabbed my leg and pulled me to him, falling on his back and then rolling over so I was pinned underneath him. And he pinned my arms as well. He laughed and got back up, waiting for me.

I stood up, getting back into the attack stance and looking him up and down. I had always thought I was pretty fast, but he was on a different level. Was there a way to surprise him? I ran at him again (super smart) and feinted a punch before ducking down to try to sweep his legs out from under him (a huge difference). But he just hopped out of the way and grabbed my waist, scooping me up to carry me over his shoulder.

Wow. He was making me look like a toddler. I kicked at him, but he didn’t even budge. So, I cocked an eyebrow at him. “I still think you’re going easy on me.”

“Oops.” He grinned at me and twisted, throwing me as if I weighed nothing, onto one of the couches. And, to add insult to injury, Shine threw a piece of popcorn right in my face. Richard kept grinning at me. “How’s that?”

I bounced back up and kicked at his stomach. “A little better.”

It actually connected, but he staggered back way too dramatically, so he was still just toying with me. “Oh you got me!”

I crossed my arms. “Now, that’s just blatant.” Shine threw another piece of popcorn right at my head, and I looked over at them.

They signed slowly at me. “Boo. You are so cruel.”

I opened my mouth to sass back, but Richard jumped on me, landing on my shoulders so my legs buckled, and I crashed to the ground (noticing that he cushioned my head just in case; he was toying with me). He kept me pinned to the floor, putting a hand over my neck without pressing down and pretending to rip off my arm. “Just pretend I tore it off. I hope you’ll forgive me holding back on that one.”

I decided to go for dramatic this time, pouting. “I don’t know if I can.”

He leaned back, holding a hand to his chest as he rolled onto the ground beside me. “How can I go on knowing that?”

Could be my chance? I pounced on him and tried to hold him down, and he let me for a bit before he kicked me off, jumped up, and grabbed me again and threw me onto a couch.

Well, shit. I looked up to see Skyler standing behind me. “How about we take him on at the same time?”

He leaned on the couch, looking down at me. “What, you can’t do it on your own?”

I smiled my best innocent smile up at him. “I need some bait.”

“Fine.” He huffed, but he rounded the couch and stood with me as I stood up. This would be awesome! I could actually have a chance! Richard smiled at us both as we got ready, and Skyler ran at him, grabbing his arms. Perfect!

As Skyler kept him busy, I ran around behind him to try to kick his legs out from under him again. He avoided my kicks until I finally connected, but as he went down, he kicked me as well. I toppled to the ground as Skyler tried to keep him down alone, but I jumped back up and tried to hold down one side while Skyler got the other. And I tried to punch him (not super hard) to keep him distracted until we had finally grappled Richard completely down. Yes!

Richard stopped struggling. “There’s no other choice—I surrender.”

Yeah right. I stuck my tongue out at him. “I know you’re still going easy on us.”

“Maybe.” He smiled. “But I think we’d get in trouble if we got a bunch of blood on the carpet.”

Blood? Cool! I looked over at Shine. “Eh. Shine could figure out how to clean it up. Right?” They shot me a middle finger.

Richard laughed and got out of our grips like we hadn’t just been holding him down with all our strength. Shit. He reached out and scratched my neck shallowly with a smile. “There, does that satisfy your bloodlust?”

I sat up. Shit. I tried to keep my panting inconspicuous. “No. I could go…ten more rounds.”

Skyler got up and rolled his eyes. “Keep dreaming.”

Wow. Now, that was just rude. To return the favor, I walked over to Shine and grabbed one of their popcorn pieces. Hey, if they could throw with perfect accuracy, I could too. I threw the popcorn at Skyler, but it missed by just a mile. Shine signed something at me that I couldn’t understand.

“There’s always another day for a rematch.” Richard got up and stretched. “If I haven’t scared you off.”

Never! This had been fun! “Nah. I’ll make sure to spar with you again.” Richard was so cool. I’d have to get stronger so I could give him a better match.

I hung out with Shine for a while, just trying to keep my mind off Triel. They showed me some videos for dancing, and I thought of Skyler. I had to show him.

I found him in his room, and I grinned at him. “You want to try to figure out some rich person stuff for the party? I found some videos!”

He looked up, and he didn’t look annoyed. “We can give it a shot. What did you find?”

I pulled out my phone and pulled up one of the videos Shine found. It was a clip of a fancy party in a movie. It was so dramatic! “These should work!”

“How old is this?” He wrinkled his nose at the video.

“Shine actually found it for me, so it can’t be that bad!” I scooted closer to him, grinning. “Look at all these stupid people. Just think of it as we have to mimic them to make fun of them. But here! The dancing part is starting!” I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the middle of the room, trying to mimic the video.

He tried to say something, probably protest by the sound of his voice, but he gave up pretty quickly. He positioned his hands too, mimicking the video. “So they really just go and hold people they never met like this?”

I laughed. “Capitol people are stupid. And probably they won’t grab people they just met until they’re already drunk anyway.” I paused. Speaking of alcohol… “Are you going to drink at the party? Alcohol is pretty good.” Triel had let me have some.

“Probably.” He smiled sheepishly. “As long as Volt’s not looking.”

I winked. “I’ll sneak you some.”

He shrugged. “With all the people there I’m sure I’ll have enough time out of her watch.”

He had a point. “Probably. It’s going to be crowded.” I turned up the volume on my phone as the music started, and we started swaying to the music. Damn. I had no idea how to dance. And the people on the screen were doing something complicated. “Ooh! You also need to steal as much food as possible. It’s going to be amazing!”

He frowned. “I don’t think it’s stealing if they’re offering it.”

Now, that was quitter’s talk. “They don’t want you to take it home, though. It’s totally stealing.” I laughed. “By the way, have you gotten more used to the heels?”

“Right.” He pulled back from me, and I frowned. Had I said something wrong? “Hold on, I should probably go get them.” Oh. Okay. Everything was fine. He wasn’t annoyed. He disappeared, and when he returned, he was wearing the fabulous heels. “Let’s see how this goes.”

I grinned, my face growing a little hot. He looked good in heels. “Now, that’s a look. You should wear that exact outfit to the party.” I laughed and rewound the video so we could get back into place.

“Yeah, sure.” He got back into position and tried to follow the steps of the dance. Eh. We were both awkward at this.

But he was trying hard, and he was actually doing good for a first try. Better than me. I kept accidentally stepping on his feet. “You’re doing really well. We have to dance at the masquerade.”

He nodded awkwardly. “Thanks. I think if we ended up dancing with anyone else they’d laugh anyway.”

Nah. At least not my friends. “Nah. Shine’s not that mean. And Triel would only laugh if you were laughing too.” Don’t think about Triel. Don’t think about Triel.

He paused. “Are you nervous?”

Yeah, but probably not about what you’d think I was nervous about. I smiled. “About what? I think I’m doing pretty good at dancing.”

“What if something happens?”

That was a pretty open-ended question, so I chose to interpret it as about the dancing. “If I fall, it’ll be fine. You’ll pick me back up!” I winked for good measure.

He nodded, but his eyes turned thoughtful. As if he was nervous. So, I asked the obvious question. “Are you nervous?”

It took him a bit to respond. He nodded. “I am. I’ve never done this.”

“Well, you’re doing great. If you need a distraction, just ask me, and I’ll make the biggest distraction.”

“You’re obnoxious enough anyway.” But he relaxed a little. “So maybe you’re on to something.”

I grinned. That was a compliment. “Thanks!”

Volt decided to walk up at that moment, looking between us and the video. “What are you up to?”

I smiled over at her. “We’re learning how to dance for the party! Do you have any pointers?”

Her face fell, and my stomach lurched. What was going on? She sighed and didn’t say anything for a little bit. “I need to talk to you two about that.”

I nodded as the smile slipped from my lips. I stopped the video. “What about?”

Out of the corner of my eye, Skyler looked uneasy, but he stayed quiet. Volt hesitated. “I know you’re eager to come and help for the event but I think it’s best if you both stay behind.”

A rush of relief flooded through me, even as guilt smothered it. I wouldn’t see Triel yet. I wouldn’t have a chance to fuck up the rescue. Anyway, I was injured, and I was reckless. I’d get us all captured. I sighed. “That makes sense. I’d probably fuck it up anyway.”

“I’m not scared,” Skyler said with a scowl, and I had to swallow back bile at seeing him unhappy. It wasn’t fair.

Volt shook her head. “Listen, it’s not that I don’t think you can handle it. You’re both more than capable and any other circumstance I would be glad to have your help.” She was trying to sound gentle, but that was a lie, at least for me. She didn’t know me as she knew Skyler, and she had only seen me be reckless. Of course she wouldn’t want me to help in a covert mission. She continued. “But there are going to be people at that party that know your faces and will go after you.” She glanced at Skyler. “I know for a fact Aurora will be there and I couldn’t live with myself knowing I put you in that kind of danger.”

I nodded, rubbing at my scars. Churi would probably be there. Made sense. But Skyler crossed his arms. “I said I’m not scared. I can look after myself.” He raised his voice. “And what if something happens to you? They know your face too!”

Volt shook her head again. “I’m sorry, Skyler but this is how it’s going to be.”

“Fine.” Skyler stalked off, and I watched him go. I should be more frustrated, more willing to fight back, but I only really felt relief.

Volt watched him go, but then she turned to me. “I should have told you sooner, I’m sorry for that.”

I couldn’t look her in the face. “No, no. It’s fine. I understand.”

“We’ll get Triel out, I promise.”

“I know you will.” She was far more capable than I was anyway. But Shine would be there. I looked her in the eye. “And you better take care of Shine.”

Volt nodded. “I will.”

Good. “Thanks.” I glanced back at where Skyler had gone. I needed to find him. He didn’t need to be alone right now. “I’m gonna go.” I headed off, and Volt just watched me go.

I found him in a small room that wasn’t being used, and I sat down near him, but not too close. His head was buried in his arms, and he was hugging his knees to his chest. I hated that he wasn’t able to go. Was there anything I could say to make him feel better?

I opened my mouth multiple times before I could find my voice. “I’m—I’m sorry.”

“She thinks I’m a baby, doesn’t she?” he snarled. “That I can’t take care of myself or anything.”

From what I had seen of Volt, which admittedly wasn’t much, she didn’t seem to be that kind of person. “That’s not true.” My voice came out small. “I think she probably just wants to protect you. Not because you need it. But because she cares.”

He glanced over at me. “How do you know?”

Just from how I had seen her look at him, especially after we had had that encounter with Skyler’s mom and Meras. She looked so concerned. “An educated guess? She gets worried when you’re upset, and she’s been taking care of you, right? She’s basically your mom. And moms generally worry about their children.” At least that was what I had heard.

He turned away, but not before I saw tears in his eyes. Shit. I had fucked it up. Should I distract him instead? “We…we can still have that dance…”

He nodded. “Okay.”

That wasn’t good enough. I swallowed hard. “And I’ll totally make you blush with all the flirty things I say to you.”

“Weirdo.” He didn’t look at me, but he did gently shove me. So, it had to be working, right?

“Well then by the friend property, you are a weirdo for choosing a weirdo friend.”

“Just my luck then.”

“Hell yeah, you’re lucky.” I paused. How would they escape from the masquerade anyway? The airship? And if so, shouldn’t there be someone guarding it just in case something happened? I had a brilliant idea! “We can wait with the airship and help them make a quick getaway.”

He looked up at that. “That…that might not be a bad idea.”

I smiled a little. I was doing something right! “We can make sure no one finds it.”

“And if something goes wrong at the party we can jump in.”

“Yeah! It’ll be great!” I had actually made him feel better. I couldn’t believe it.

He nodded. “It’s a plan then.”

I grinned and held out a fist for him to fistbump, which he did. “Yeah, it’s a plan.”

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TV SHOW: WOLF HALL COUPLE: RAFE X READER RATING: SWEET + ADORABLE

I smiled gently humming my little tune as I made dinner in my little house, the cold wind whistling though the house as the rain battered it, the little clink of the water dripping though the roof onto the little pots and pans I had set out to catch it, I looked into the house a moment seeing little Melody sat on the floor in her little dress her brown hair in a little tie to keep it out of her eyes watching the water drip into the pan giggling each time it did, Luna sat at the table hitting her spoon onto the table her dress half on where she had tried to remove it and blue ribbons in her brown hair

"Luna stop that" I told her taking the spoon away from her

"Mama! Mama! I found a rat!" Harry smiled excitedly holding the tale of a dead rat his clothes soaked from the water and his brown hair flat on his head as he ran in though the door

"Harry put that back dear!" I warned him he nodded running back outside to put it back where he found it and coming back in "Go wash your hands before dinner silly boy" I told him and he nodded going over and doing so, "what we're you doing out there harry?"

"I was looking for daddy"

"Well daddy won't be home yet, he's still at work" I laughed using my apron to dry his hair slightly

"But I saw him mama!"

"Did you now? and where did you see daddy?" I laughed returning to fixing dinner

"going towards Mrs Millers house"

"Did you? well maybe it was someone who looked like daddy" I told him "Go on go get your sister for dinner" I told him I sighed a little trying not to show my concern to the children, he was late home. again. I too had seen him going to Mrs Millers just down the street but he assured me every time it was business related, even if I did doubt it. Mrs Miller was beautiful her husband always away, she had no children and had never been pregnant a body as perfect as any maiden. She was younger too, four years younger then I was. I hoped in my heart it was just business even if in some ways I think I knew it wasn't.

"DADDY!" Harry smiled jumping from the table into the arms of his father Luna smiled jumping on her chair and melody giggled opening her arms like she wanted a hug

"Hello kids" He smiled to them putting harry back in his chair leaving the girls with nothing as he often did,

"Hello Arthur" I smiled going and giving his cheek a kiss "dinners almost ready"

"Great" He sighed sitting at the table, I thought little off it he had been less affectionate lately, he had been so busy with work. I gave everyone there dinner sitting at the table helping melody to eat hers inbetween eating my own, Arthur didn't touch his food at all watching harry talk about the rat he found. Once everyone had eaten I gathered up everything and send the children to bed, Arthur sat at the end of the table emotionless and still.

"Something the matter Arthur?" I asked

"I didn't want to do this in front of the children" he sighed

"Do what?"

"Y/n... We both knew this day was coming"

"What are you talking about?"

"Y/n. I'm leaving you"

"Le- Leaving me?" I asked in shock "But... I'm your wife? we have three young children? Don't you love me anymore?"

"Y/n I never loved you." He said standing from his chair as I thought back tears "You where just some slut who let me fuck you, You really think I would have married you if you hadn't got pregnant with Harry!" He yelled "I can't do this y/n. I never wanted kids, I never wanted a family, I never even wanted you. I have to focus on my work."

"And Will Mrs Miller help you do that?"

"You shut your little whore mouth!" he yelled slapping me hard "What happens between me and Erica is none of your business" he warns "I'm leaving. Tonight. and I severally home I don't see you again" he says going towards our room to get his things

"what am I meant to do?"

"I don't know Y/n. I don't care."

"If you don't care about me? then what about our children, Luna, harry, Melody. There your children. do you not care what happens to them?"

"No. I don't, the house is six pounds a week, our food is about two. Get a job" He says putting his bag over his shoulder and going to the door "Goodbye y/n"

"Goodbye Arthur" I answered he nodded and left shutting the door behind him, and in the cripplingly silence I burst into tears.

I stood starting to get used to this job, I found work as a maid and cook for the Cromwell household, I had to pull the children out of school I couldn't afford to keep sending them, my few pounds a week went straight to the land lord even if I had to move the children from our little house to a smaller one in the woods close by the Cromwell house, the rent left me with a few pennies a week for food and clothes, Luckily I can sew and make there clothes last much much longer even if melody's are getting a little ridiculous where she was growing, I was barely eating, Barely sleeping but I had little choice. I hated going anywhere even work I hated, all the men and women looked at me judgementally a single woman my age with three children. They assumed I was a whore. I had even had men come asking but I always turned down even if it broke my heart each time to turn down the coins they would offer me.

I had met few of the people in the household, I had met the other maids and working girls here in the house and I had met the masters nephew Richard as he had been here looking after the household while Cromwell and his ward where away on business. I had heard talk of the ward boy A Master Sadler, The other girls in the house talked about him often when down in the kitchens saying about his age and how he needed to begin his own household.

I knew of what they meant, what they always say about boys that age, that they need to get married, get a house, form there own household as it where. Even if I rather assumed Master Sadler was a little young for that, it as on the younger side I believe from what I had heard anyway. Apparently there was talk of him wedding one of Cromwell's daughters even if she would have made a very young bride for him if he waited for her, but that was before the incident that left this house hold as only men.

I heard the door open as I dusted the mantle seeing three men step in one much older then the other two, Two sweet black greyhounds run in barking at me

"Oi! Come here!" The shorter boy called and the dogs returned to him as he knelt to pet them "Terribly sorry about that Miss"

"It's quiet alright" I nodded returning to my work a moment

"Ohh You must be the new girl," The older man said stepping closer

"Oh, Yes Sir. Y/n Y/l/n. I Take it you are master Cromwell?"

"You assume correctly young lady, But you needn't sir to me" He says "Those jumpy pumps belong to my son Gregory"

"Pleasure to meet you" I said to him

"The same to you miss" Gregory smiled still playing with his dogs

"And My Ward, Rafe Sadler" he said indicating to the taller blonde boy

"Ohh Yes, Nice to meet you Master sadler" I blushed a little he not what I expected trying not to give away the things I already knew about him from the ladies in the kitchens.

"The Pleasure is all Mine Miss y/l/n" He smiled to me giving my hand a little kiss making me blush much harder.

I stood in the kitchens looking at the vast buffet of food we had prepared for a visit tonight but as I was cooking I couldn't help it I was so hungry, I hadn't had eaten anything at all in over a week, anything I had bought I had given to the children, so I was staving, I picked up something and quickly ate it I didn't care what It was or how it tasted I was just so hungry.

"what are you up to Miss y/l/n?" Rafe asked at the door

"Ohh uhh nothing Master Sadler" I blushed trying not to reveal what I just did even if I could tell he saw me

"Are you hungry?" he asked and I nodded "Miss y/l/n... Have you been taking food because your hungry?"

"Yes sir" I said sadly realizing I was going to loose my job

"Here, when your done with your work take this and take home whatever you need y/n" he say's giving me a fabric bag

"Are you sure?"

"Don't worry about it, any one says anything you send them to me alright? take home what you need" He says kissing my hand

I hurried though the house getting my work done heading into the office to clean and tidy, but as I did I saw the desk had a person sat at it, Master Sadler sat doing paperwork. He was the only one home at the moment as Cromwell and Gregory had headed out somewhere and Richard was off courting some young thing in town.

"Ohh Sorry, Do excuse me Master Sadler" I blushed going to leave

"It's alright, Come in you won't disturb me" he says so I nodded coming in and beginning to clean sweeping and dusting the room and its furnishings "I'm bored"

"I'm sorry Master?"

"I'm bored. Tell me a story"

"A story?" I laughed

"Come on you have to know something interesting to tell me?"

"Ohh Well, Harry found an owl yesterday, he seems to want to keep it as a pet, He likes that it coughs up mice skulls" I explained

"Who's harry?" He asked

"Ohh sorry, My eldest. My son" I explain

"Son? You have children?" He asked seeming confused

"I do Master Sadler."

"You can't I don't believe it" He laughs "You can't have children you can't be much older then me?"

"I am, Quiet a bit in fact" I smiled

"You don't look it," he says "You don't look a day over nineteen if I may say so"

"Aww well thank you very much master sadler"

"Just call me rafe, so long as I can call you y/n?"

"You can call me y/n but I'd rather master sadler if its all the same to you sir"

"How many children do you have?"

"Three, Harry's my eldest he's almost seven. Luna she's my second she's almost five and Melody my youngest she's almost two" I explained

"Even so... You must have, Had them young?"

"I did"

"Your husband is he..."

"I uhh don't have a husband" I interrupted "Anymore"

"Ohh I'm sorry. did he?"

"No, He's fine. Remarried" I explained trying not to cry

"Ooh y/n, I'm sorry" he says getting up and coming over "Forgive me, I didn't know"

"It's alright" I answered as his hand came and wiped a tear from my cheek

"How long has it just been you and your children?"

"About a year now"

"How on earth have you survived?"

"Being careful I suppose, I took them out of school. that helped, Schools expensive"

"Wait, when your here? who takes care of your children?"

"I trust them to... look after themselves. My neighbour Mrs Mandal keeps and eye on them for me"

"Y/n, next week bring your children"

"But-"

"Leave it to me alright," He reassures "Just bring them with you,"

"yes sir" I nodded.

I was worried, scared of what the other ladies would think of me but I did as he asked and brought the children to work with me, the moment I got in the door I knew this was a bad idea. as Melody began crying and harry running around Luna clutched to my skirt. "Ohh so these are the little devils I've heard so much about" Rafe laughed as he came down the stairs I glared at harry and he came over

"Hello sir" He said to Rafe

"You must be harry. I've heard a lot about you" he laughs going to his level "How's your owl?"

"Hooty"

"Yes, Hooty, How is she?"

"she brings me skulls"

"Right... Yes." Rafe nodded a little shocked "Ohh you must be Luna then" He smiled trying to see luna but she simply hid herself away behind my dress "Aww a shy little lady? Hey, I have something for you" He smiled to her making her peak out a little "I got you a little daisy," he smiled getting a little daisy flower from his pocket "Would you like it?" she poked her head around me more moving closer to him he offered his hand and she slowly took it "There, a pretty flower for a pretty little girl" he smiled to her putting the flower in her hair making her smile a little, he stood and came to me "And this must be Meleny?" He asked

"Melody"

"Ohh right Melody, My apologies young lady" He smiled to her making her giggle a little "Now, your mummy needs to get to work. But who want's to go play?" He asked them and harry and Luna smiled running off

"I'm not sure about this rafe" I told him

"I admit I'm not the best with kids, But I have paperwork and letters to do upstairs so, I'll keep them with me and I'll look after them for you"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. we're just upstairs if you miss them. Or if you wanna check up on me" He laughs

"alright" I smiled "Luna, Harry come on upstairs" I told them carrying melody up with me to the office "Now, all of you have to be on your best behaviour, this is mummy's work and its very important, Now master Sadler is going to keep an eye on you, Please don't be mean to him" I explain to them "And don't mess with the papers alright" I warn them and harry nodded, Luna sitting on the floor so I sat melody with her

"I'm sure they'll be fine" Rafe smiled shutting the door behind him

"Alright, if you need anything or there any trouble-" I began

"Y/n your only downstairs, We'll be fine" He reassured giving my cheek a little kiss making me blush bright red as I hurried off to work.

I finished all my work and went upstairs, I hadn't heard a word from upstairs so I went into the office seeing Luna sat on a chair the other side of the desk, Rafe sat in the usual chair at the desk, Melody sat on the desk, Harry doing some reading "Hey? it's You're mummy"

"Mama!" Harry smiled coming over to me holding my hand and giving it a kiss like a gentleman "Master Sadler taught me that" he smiled

"Did he now?" I smiled fixing Harrys hair a little "How where they?" I asked

"Perfect, they where perfect. Barely heard a peep out of them" He explained "And I taught him a couple of little things," he explained "Luna doesn't talk much does she?"

"No, she's a quiet little one" I smiled going over giving her head a kiss "How was the baby?"

"fine she at here with me, and she helped me with my paperwork" He smiled "she likes the wax sealer don't you?" He smiled to her and she clapped her hands "Yeah clap clap melody" He smiled to her

"Awww, thank you so much Rafe, you really didn't have to take care of my children"

"well I like taking care of them. I'm happy to look after them whenever you need them looking after y/n"

"Thank you Rafe" I blushed picking up melody "Come on kids lets get home" I told them so Luna got up giving rafe a hug before she ran hiding behind my dress and harry came over smiling at me

"Mama? Can we come play with master Sadler again?" he asked

"Well if its okay" I smiled

"It's fine, you guys can come play whenever you like" He told them

"Thank you again" I smiled

"Your welcome y/n" He smiled giving my cheek another sweet kiss so I took the kids home getting them sorted for dinner

"Mama?" Harry asks

"What is it harry?

"Can master Sadler be our new daddy?"

"We'll see kiddo" I laughed "Go on have dinner"

I stood finishing up dinner, going to the table to set the dishes and cutlery up "Luna darling books away its dinner time" I told her she nodded putting her books back into her bedroom, melody sitting on the floor playing with her dollies "Harry?" I called into the house and soon enough he ran down the stairs

"Hello mummy, Is it dinner time?" he asked his hands behind his back

"It is, go on get up the table" I told him he went over to the table but as he did the door opened

"Daddy!" Harry smiled running to the door and hugging rafe's leg

"whoa! Hey kiddo!" Rafe laughed giving him a hug too, "You finished your homework?"

"All done" He smiled

"Good boy, go on get up the table for your dinner" Rafe told him pushing him to the table "Hello darling," he smiled as Luna hurried back and gave him a hug too "How was school?" she smiled whispering to him and he smiled fixing her hair "Good girl" He told her pushing her back to the table "awww, where's my little girly?" He asked coming and picking melody up

"Daddy!" she giggled "Look daddy look, I made her a new dress"

"Awww its lovely melody dolly has a beautiful dress" He smiled putting her in her seat at the table "Hello darling" He smiled coming and giving me a cuddle "Are you okay?" He asked putting his hand on my babybump

"Fine Rafe, I'm perfect" I smiled giving him a cuddle

"Alright darling" He smiled giving me a sweet kiss "Come on wifey. Dinner time" He says tugging me towards the table.

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