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Prompt: Maralie and Cicero get caught out in the rain

Bonus prompt: Because it's rainy and cold, one of them gets sick. Classic domestic comfort boiiiii

(hehehe yayy this sounds so cute thank you for being the first prompt!! ❤️❤️❤️ i had a slightly more fluffy idea but i hope you like this!! it ended up much longer than I intended oops 😭😭)

It was a routine trip, the one from Dawnstar to Riften, that was taken every few months to get some affairs in order. As the new leader of the Dark Brotherhood, Maralie made the executive decision to streamline long-distance trips to be as efficient as possible. Unless the Night Mother informed her that a mission must be carried out immediately and wasn't of relative utmost importance, Maralie would have members go out as groups in order to ensure their safety. Typically, the groups are only four members, who all set out at the same time and travel to set locations that act as safehouses, where the members then split off and complete their assignments. Then, they meet back up at the safehouse and set back to Dawnstar when every member is accounted for. This strengthens the bonds within the brotherhood, and Maralie has only heard complaints from the lone wolf types- who eventually end up realizing the benefits of this sort of safety net far outweigh the dangers of going alone.

It was late spring, when the breeze is still cool but the sun still warms the face. They'd just dropped off the last of the three groups that were travelling with them, and would be arriving in Riften by nightfall. Maralie was manning the cart, while Cicero strolled alongside the horse they rented and telling jokes to the animal that seemed to be getting increasingly annoyed.

"What do you call a parade of rabbits hopping backwards?" Cicero started, glancing up from the horse to Maralie. She blinks slowly, then shrugs. She's never heard this one.

"A receding hare-line! Heheheh!" The redheaded man folds at the waist, collapsing into giggles. Maralie smirks, and makes a small noise that could be generously considered as a laugh. The horse snorts at Cicero's chortling, in a clearly irritated way, but Cicero will willfully ignore that and consider it a laugh as well.

A few moments pass in comfortable silence as Cicero tries to come up with any other jokes, while Maralie basks in the rare burst of sun rays blissfully keeping her warm. She closes her eyes and sighs, content in this moment. Cicero watches, silently capturing this image for himself as well. A content Maralie, sitting comfortably in the sun without a scowl on her usually sharp face. He thinks that the Night Mother was definitely rewarding his many years of hard work as Keeper and that she blessed him with such a strong, capable Listener. It would be selfish to ask for more, so he keeps his thoughts to himself.

Suddenly, a swift breeze runs by and a shudder runs through the aforementioned Dunmer woman. There's that serious scowl again.

"It smells like it's going to rain." She says, scanning the skies.

"Really? Cicero thinks it smells like horse." The jester lightly elbows the said horse's haunches, who side stepped to bump the fool away. He only stumbles, giggling the whole time.

"Hm." Maralie could already feel the temperature decline as the wind picked up, and she glares warily at the grey clouds that weren't present just fifteen minute ago.

Cicero finally looks up, just as the rumble of thunder trembles through the air. "Ah. How far until Riften, again?" He chuckles with a tinge of nervousness, glancing at their horse that seemed to be on edge as well. Cicero would very much like it if the horse didn't run off with all of the things they'd like to trade and sell to the guild in Riften, not to mention their own survival supplies.

"If we keep going, we'd get there just past sundown." Maralie speaks steadily as she mentally maps out the rest of the trip and turns in the driving seat to grab one of her more water resistant cloaks to pull over her head. "However, we will be stopping soon. I recall that a wide alcove should be just past the next bend. We will wait there."

Cicero nods at this, put at ease by his Listener's confidence. He hums a tune to himself as they carry on, with heavy clouds looming above them both.

Soon enough, it begins. It starts as a light sprinkle that adds a charming, gleaming quality to the flora surrounding them both, but they wouldn't be so lucky that the weather would stay that way. Before the fool would begin shivering in his boots, Maralie calls down to him.

"Come up here, Cicero. You've had enough walking for today." The Dunmer woman, possessed by a moment of shyness, does not meet his eye as she offers a hand up to the driving bench. Cicero, somewhat shaken by the rare use of his actual name, takes her hand and pulls himself up without a word. They were closer than others in the Brotherhood, yes, but given the Listener's standoffish nature it was quite uncommon for the two of them to refer to each other by their real names. It felt so... Intimate, somehow.

Cicero was so caught up in his musing, however, that he didn't realize his hair had already begun to stick to his neck and a shiver started to run through his bones. His thoughts were interrupted by his own sneeze, then a sudden warm weight being placed over his head. He spins around and stares, wide-eyed, at the woman beside him- who silently glared straight ahead with a clenched jaw.

The Listener had given the Keeper her cloak. Maralie gave Cicero her cloak, because he was cold. He knew she was sensitive to the elements, and yet...

Cicero no longer felt so chilly, since he could feel his blushing from his neck up to his ears.

"Listener!" Maralie startled at his outburst, though deliberately insisted on not looking at him.

"Yes, Keeper?"

"Your, um..." Cicero fiddles with the edges of the fabric, trying desperately to figure out a way to give the cloak back without seeming ungrateful. "Ci-Cicero thanks you, but it's just a little rain! The Listener needs this more than humble Cicero does."

Maralie frowns and furrows her brows, trying to hold back from shivering herself.

"It's just a little rain, as you said. I will be fine."

She glances over at him then, and is met with the Imperial's troubled visage. Shit, she must've overstepped. Surely, Cicero was made uncomfortable.

"...I-"

"We can share! Cicero would be a terrible Keeper if he let the Listener get drenched because of him!"

Maralie blinks at him, partially because there was rain in her eyes, but mostly because Cicero now had his arms spread wide and was scooting closer to her.

The woman gives a single silent nod, complying only because she had intended on keeping Cicero from getting sick and was certain he'd throw the cloak on her and catch his death out of pure hard-headedness.

The height difference was definitely awkward, given that Maralie had to bow her head down to the same level as the jester's just so they'd both be adequately covered. His left leg was pressed flush against the side of her right in order for them both to fit. She was so close to him, she thinks, that she could count freckles that she'd never noticed before. Cicero was looking ahead at the path, pointing out that the aforementioned alcove was within sight. He went on to chitter about some funny story he recalled, which Maralie had likely heard dozens of times before, but she couldn't hear him over the sound of the rain hitting the shared cloak above their heads and her own heartbeat pounding in her chest.

If she were paying attention to anything but the charming crows feet developing on him, she'd realize that Cicero was fidgeting with the loose threads on his coat and stammering more than usual.

In just minutes, they pull into the alcove. It was still pouring rain, but under the cliff side the two assassins dry themselves and check on their supplies. The awkwardness had dissipated and Maralie wasn't sure if she was disappointed that the moment under the cloak was going to be unspoken. Nonetheless, they wait for the rain to stop, or at least slow down enough to continue travelling.

As usual, Cicero did most of the talking while Maralie was content to listen- though she could count on both hands how many times he sneezed midsentence. She'd have to make some sort of remedy for that and leave it by his bed when they reach the inn in Riften, and keep an eye if he shows signs of fever. Hopefully, it won't come to that.

They made it safely to Riften without another incident, but they both secretly hoped for another bout of rain.

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the-mangled-readings · 4 years

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The Celestial Ball

A/N: Okay I’m a be real with you guys, I been playing this damn game and it pisses me that we can’t date the Weasley’s, especially Charlie (he's so adorbs lol), hope you guys enjoy it, and yes I did add some little things.

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, light Jealously, Angst.

Summary of Part 1: The Celestial Ball is just around the corner, and everybody is getting their dates and getting ready for the party but you get caught in a sudden decision, and you’re not sure if it will affect you later on.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bonus Part

You were on your Fourth Year at Hogwarts, and you were a proud Ravenclaw. You had made many friends along the way; Rowan, Tulip, Andre, Penny, Ben, Bill, Barnaby and especially Charlie, who was secretly your crush. You were just done with Potion class when Dumbledore had made an announcement that every student needed to report to the Great Hall. Upon arriving at the Great Hall, you noticed all of your classmates sitting on their tables, and wondered what was going on.

“What’s this about?” You heard from behind you, it was Charlie. “I’m not sure, come on.” You shrugged. As both of you walked down the hall, Charlie whispered loud enough for you to hear. “After this, wanna come to the Forest and look for Bowtruckles ?” You turned, finding those adorable brown eyes stare down at you, making you smile. “Of course, also now that you mention Bowtruckles, wanna know what a group of Bowtruckles is called ?” You grinned, knowing the joke was so corny. “No, what are they called?” He knew the answer, but he liked it when you would tell him little facts or jokes about Magical Creatures so he came closer to you so he could hear you better, but also because he liked being close to you, and every time he would do this it would send you shivers down your spine. “A branch ...” You whispered and started to laugh at his “perplex” expression. “Of course.” He rolled his eyes followed by a laugh.

“OI, can the two of You just kiss already?”

You heard Tonks yell from across the hall, noticing her and Penny giggling in their table. Rolling your eyes at the comment, they were one of the few that knew about your crush towards Charlie. “Oh shush.” You said jokingly but quickly gave her a warning look, while Charlie had turned to his table, making her laugh and Penny grin.

“Alright then, I’ll meet you later after Care of Magical Creatures.” He smiled at you one last time before sitting down next to his brother Bill, who waved at you and gave you a warm smile.

You waved back and turned to your table where Rowan and Tulip had left you space for you to sit. “So ... has the question popped out yet?” Tulip asked teasingly. “Nope ... and I doubt it would happen.” You sighed, noticing Dumbledore walking up to his owl podium, getting ready to reveal the reason for summoning the students to the Great Hall.

“Why you doubt it? You’re an amazing, beautiful and smart girl (Y/N).” Rowan insisted. “Plus, you guys have a lot in common.” Making Tulip and Andre nod.

“I know, but that’s why we’re best friends, Rowan, plus I know him, and he’s not the relationship type, he prefers Dragons instead of Humans.” You sighed again because it was true.

“Yeah ... but you’re human, not a Dragon, Yet he still hangs around you a lot.” Tulip teased again, making you chuckle. “Oh no trust me, even if he’s with me, he still talks about Dragons.” Which was also true making everybody in your table laughed.

"Yes, but what if he does have feelings for you but thinks the same way as you, and that's probably why he hasn't asked." Andre quirked his eyebrow, making everybody nod again. "That could be a possibility when you think about it." Tulip reaffirmed. "And due to your likeliness, it's definitely true," Rowan added, making the three of them turn to you. "Okay, you guys are getting way too deep into this."

From across the table, right behind them, Charlie, Bill, and Ben were seated discussing Quidditch when Bill turned to ask something to Charlie he noticed he wasn't listening at all. Quickly realizing what he was starting at.

"Oi, stop daydreaming about her and get up and ask her out already." Bill elbowed Charlie's side, pulling him back to reality. "What?" He asked cluelessly. "I said, get up and ask her out already. We all know you fancy her mate."

"You know I can't do that." Charlie murmured, watching you laugh at something you had said, he loved hearing you laugh, especially if he was the reason for it. "I don't even know if she feels the same ... and I don't want to ruin what we have." He turned to Bill who had already rolled his eyes at the comment. "You're really that clueless ?" He said, making Charlie frown. "What?"

Bill began to laugh. "She's been fancy you since you guys met, don't tell me you didn't notice it." And clearly, he didn't. "Ben, can you tell Charlie how much (Y/N) talks about Charlie?" Making the timid boy widen his eyes at the sudden comment. "I don't know what you're talking about ..." Ben said nervously, looking away from the redheaded brothers. "See?!" Charlie shouted, making Ben jump. "Did she told you to not say a word too?" Bill turned to Ben, quirking his eyebrows. "Y-yea ... N-No."

"Come on Ben." Bill insisted. "Okay, but you didn't hear it from me, she's a good friend and I don't want her to get upset at me." Ben began, making Charlie blush at the thought of (Y/N) liking him. "She does, she fancies you, Charlie, she talks about you like how you talk about Magical Creatures, especially Dragons." Both, Bill and Ben turned to Charlie who was now a complete mess, red-like a tomato. "Oh ..."

"See? Now go and ask her out." Bill pointed to (Y/N)'s table, and slowly Charlie began to raise from their table but not before being pulled back by Bill. "Not right now your twat, when you guys are alone." Making Charlie nod continuously.

“Good Evening Children ...” Dumbledore began, taking everybody's attention. “I suppose you’re wondering why I’ve called you here. Now, it is with great pleasure that I announce to you that Hogwarts’Celestial Ball is fast approaching.” Bill turned to Charlie excitedly. “Would you look at that, you’re in luck mate.” Making Charlie turn to you, who at the moment was paying attention to Dumbledore. “It is a festive event for your Year, held here in the Great Hall. There will be music, decorations, refreshments, and dancing. I’m sure you have many questions ...” And Dumbledore continued, answering the students' questions and finally dismissing everybody.

Meanwhile, in your table, Andre, Tulip, and Rowan started to discuss what they were going to wear, who were they going to go with, what prank they could do (This was, of course, Tulip's idea). “(Y/N) this could be a good chance for you and Charlie to ...”

“No.” You quickly cut her off, making everyone frown at your sudden attitude, and turn to look at each other. “Are you mad?” Rowan asked. “No, but please can you guys drop it already.” You began to feel a lump on your chest at the thought. “Come on, (Y/N), I’m sure he will ask you, you just have to- wait where are you-” Tulip said while watching you grab your books, and Andre quickly jumped in. “We’re sorry if we upset you (Y/N), we just thought that maybe-”

“I said no, so please drop it you guys.”You got up without thinking about it and began to walk away from your friends, holding tight into your books, a small tear ran down your cheek.

(”Why do they keep insisting? Don’t they notice it hurts me? Doesn’t he notice too?”) You thought to yourself, as you began to cry out.

Charlie noticed this and turned to your table, seeing everybody surprised too.

“Rowan, is (Y/N) alright?” Charlie asked from across the table. “We’re not sure.” Rowan shrugged, and the rest did too. “I think you should go check on her.” Bill suggested but Charlie only shook his head. “No, when she’s like that she prefers to be left alone.”

After cleaning yourself in the Prefects bathroom, and gathering everything you needed for your next classes, you finally got to your last one, Care of Magical Creatures. You sighed deeply as you walked out of the Castle, passing by Hagrid’s Hut, noticing him, and waving at him.

“Hey, (Y/N), wait ...” You heard from behind, it was Barnaby Lee. “Hey, Barnaby.” You smiled at the boy. “I have a question, what do you make of this ‘Celestial Ball?” He asked, and you began to notice a small hint of pink in his cheeks, but then you remembered he had just run into you. “Uhm ... It sounds interesting?”

“Blimey, I mean ... I was wondering.” His cheeks began to get into a different shade now, (”So it wasn’t the running.”) You thought. “I wanted to talk to you about it because I don’t have a date yet ...”

“Oh ... Yeah, me neither.” You said without thinking about it.

“Crikey, well ... Ummm, since you’re not going with anyone and I’m not going with anyone, so ...” Then realized where this was going and you didn’t want to keep it going, but there was no turning back, so you stayed quiet, not really knowing what to say.

“Would you like to go to the Celestial Ball with me?” He finally asked. You bit your lip at the thought, sure it could be fun but you wanted somebody else to drop the question, but knowing that person, he was never going to do it anyway. “Yes ...” You said, kinda doubting it, but Barnaby didn’t notice it, on the other hand, his face lighted up and had a big smile. “Brilliant! I know we’re going to have a great time together. Whew! Okay, I got to go, I usually like helping Mr. Kettleburn before we start the class, I’ll see you later then (Y/N).”

“Okay ...” You facepalmed yourself and rubbed it in annoyance. “Great.”

“Hey (Y/N), how are you doing?” Charlie's voice suddenly brought you back to reality. “Hey, I’m fine ... Why do you ask?” Hearing a concerned tone in his voice, this was normal in him, since he knew when you would get upset over something. “I noticed that you looked upset after the announcement Dumbledore gave ... You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I am.” You smiled at him, reassuring him, and he smiled back at you. “Alright, let’s go to class then.” Both of you began to walk to Mr. Kettleburn’s class when Charlie started to get a bit red from his cheeks, you turned and pointed it out. “Are you okay?” You asked, his freckles would normally make him look tanned but his cheeks did look a bit redder. “Uhmmm ... I have something to ask you actually.” He gulped, this wasn’t usually his behavior, you remembered. “Yeah? What is it?” You smiled at him and he looked down to the ground. “Uhmmm ... I wanted to ask you ... Actually, I wanted to know if ... No, that’s not.”

“Yes?” You quirked your eyebrow, and for a moment he looked at you and turned even redder. “Uhmmm ... I just wanted if you ... ijustmaybeifyoucouldgototheballwithme-” He spoke so rapidly you couldn’t make it up. “I’m sorry Charlie, I didn’t quite catch that?”

“Uhmm ... I was just wondering if you-”

“Hey (Y/N)!” Barnaby interrupted Charlie, making him frown and look at him in annoyance. “Hey Barns, what is it?” You smiled at him, and Charlie turned to look at you confused (”Since when did she start to call him like that?”) He asked himself. “Do you want to meet up after this and talk about what we should wear for the Ball?” He asks innocently, making Charlie’s eye widen at his words. (”He already asked her? What? Why? Why him? Especially him? And (Y/N) said yes?”). You turned to see Charlie, seeing his surprised face, it made you wonder why he had it in the first place, but you finally turned back to Barnaby. “Actually Barnaby, I’m busy after this, I got some stuff to do with Charlie.” Making Charlie smile triumphantly. “Oh, okay, it’s fine, then tomorrow would be fine?” Barnaby still insisted, which made Charlie a bit upset. “Yeah, that’ll be fine.” You said with a forced smile. “Blimey, I’ll be looking forward to it.” Barnaby smiled and finally left, leaving you and Charlie alone again.

“So ... what were you trying to ask me earlier?” You turned curiously at the redheaded boy.

“Oh ... Uhmmm, it’s nothing, forget about it.” Charlie smiled, hiding his annoyance at the thought of you and Barnaby. “Okay then ...” You frown in confusion but began to walk towards Liz who was already at the front of the class. Charlie stood back watching you laugh with Liz and then turned to Barnaby who was looking around almost daydreaming. “This sucks ...” Charlie told himself.

“Welcome back Children, today we’ll be learning about the Murtlap!”

After class, both Charlie and you began to walk towards the forest without nobody noticing.

“At some point, we’re going to get caught you know ...” You said almost slipping from a rock. “Not if we’re careful we won’t,” Charlie said laughing as he caught you in time. “Good reflexes.” You said, locking your eyes on his. “It’s thanks to all the outdoor work, gotta pay attention to everything, like dad says.” He said while holding your hands still, you noticed a small blush forming on his cheeks.

“Well, he’s right.” You said smiling, looking away from him, trying to hide your blush. “Alright, so where should we look first ... Any specific tree or ...” You trailed off. “Well, they normally hide, they’re very timid and they only nest in trees with wand quality wood.”

“Now that ... I didn’t know.” You said as you looked around.

“And they also have very complex social lives,” Charlie said, as he searched too. “If you watch them for long enough ... Well, I think this should be a good spot.”

Both of you spend a good hour and a half looking for them, but none of the trees seemed to match the criteria.

“Maybe we’re not looking in the right place Charlie.” You suggested. “No, I know they’re here ... maybe we’re not ... Oi, over there look.” He said as he pointed to a small tree, a small Bowtruckle had come out but quickly went back inside when he heard Charlie's voice. Both of you turned to each other and slowly walked towards it.

“Alright ... What’s the plan genius.” You whispered, making Charlie frown. “Let’s approach it slowly first.” You nodded and continued to walk towards the small tree.

“So ... You and Barnaby.” Charlie cheekily asked, reminding you of the situation. “Oh ... that, uhmmm, yeah, I don’t know, it just sorta happened.” You said with a shrug. “Do you ... like him?” He asked curiously, noticing the discomfort in your face. “Not really ... I mean, he’s a great friend.”

“So, why him?”

Shush !

Charlie looked at you surprised.

“Why don’t you try to approach it first?” You suggested, having a good 3 feet apart from the tree. “Why me?”

“Because I know they’re very protective, and I know you got thick skin ...” You said, a bit afraid. “You’re not going to tell me you’re afraid of them are you?” He grinned at the thought. “It’s not that it’s- ... Would you please?” You said, finally giving in and throwing your hands in the air.

“Okay, okay, fine.” He said chuckling.

He slowly approached the tree and noticed the small Bowtruckle getting ready to defend its tree. “It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.” He showed his hands to the small creature, who didn’t look convinced. “We just want to meet you ... okay?” But the Bowtruckle went back inside.

“Try to feed it ...” You whispered, and Charlie nodded. “Hey, I know you’re scared but I got something for you.” He slowly pulled out a small dry insect, which made the Bowtruckle take a peak from it’s hiding spot.

“It’s working ...” You whispered excitedly.

And sure enough, he began to crawl out from its nest, eating the insect Charlie had offered him, he fed him a few more and the small creature started to get closer to him, still scared but Charlie's voice seemed to soothe him, and you didn’t blame him, he was really caring and very delicate with every Magical Creature he would encounter, even if some of them would most of the time tried to harm him in the process.

“Oi, look!” He said excitedly, you noticed a small spark on his eyes, and you loved it, you loved seeing this side of him. “Give me a few more minutes and I’ll give him to you.”

After like 10 minutes of interacting with the Bowtruckle and hearing some more facts about them, Charlie decided it was time. You were sitting on the ground by now. So, Charlie kneeled down to your level.

“Alright, here ... Careful.” He said while slowly moving his hand towards yours, placing his pinky on top of your hand, giving the Bowtruckle a way to walk towards you, but he also wanted to feel your warm touch again.

“Hey there buddy ...” You said to the small Bowtruckle, who was trembling. “Don’t worry I won’t hurt you, I promise.” He admired your kindness when it came to Magical Creatures, not everybody had that gift, and sure enough the Bowtruckle felt it and began but slowly walk towards your hand.

“I see he likes you ... That says a lot.” He smiled at you and so did you. “I think they’re cute.” The Bowtruckle seemed to understand this and turned to smile at you, which made you giggle.

“Ithinkyou’recute ...” Charlie whispered, and you quickly glanced at him. “What was that?” Both you and the Bowtruckle turned to see him confused. “I said that I think ... they’re cute too.” He said facepalming himself on the inside. “Okay.” You said giggling again.

“Do you really think it's a good idea to go to the Ball with Barnaby? I mean, he doesn’t seem like your type ...” He trailed off, looking at the ground, both of his hands on his pockets.

“Oh really? What’s my type then?” You looked up at him, a bit surprised with the comment. “Uhmmm, I don’t know, but not a Slytherin for sure.” He tried to shrug it off, (“maybe it wasn’t a good idea bring it up”) he thought.

“Not ALL Slytherins are bad, Charlie.” You tried to defend Barnaby, but if you were being honest to yourself, you didn’t really know that many Slytherins.

“So are you defending him now?” Charlie’s tone changed, and it sounded annoyed and you quickly caught it. “Where’s this coming from? You don’t like him?”

“It’s not that ... I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He said as he crossed his arms, looking away from you. “Barnaby is not what you think, and if you had the time, you would actually realize that he’s not that different from Us.”

“Oh yeah, like what?” He turned to look at you, you could tell he was upset.

“Well, for starters he loves Magical Creatures as much as you and I do.” You tried to reason with him, but it made him scoff.

“Okay and?” He said looking away from you this time. “Okay well, he’s actually not that bad of a friend, he helped us when it came to the Vaults, he practically fought Merula for us, when they were friends even before all this mess had started.”

“Okay and?”

“Really Charlie?” Your tone was now matching his, which made him realize this argument wasn’t a good idea.

“What? You can’t blame me, I’m just trying to figure out why would you go with him and not with-” But before he could finish his sentence you cut him off. “Because he asked me and I felt bad turning him down, and plus nobody had asked me before him so ...”

“Yeah, but you can’t just throw yourself at the first one that asks you ...” He mumbled, which made you upset with the way he had said it, and he regret it. “Oh yeah, who else could of had asked me?”

“I don’t know ... but you won’t know now since you’re already going with him, you missed your other chances.” His back now facing you, he was definitely going to regret this.

“Oh please Charlie.”

“I’m serious, maybe ... another boy was going to ask you.” He turned to see you shaking your head. “Yeah, well, I doubt it.”

“Why you say that?”

“Because the boy I wanted to ask me was never going to anyway ...”

“And what makes you think that?” He quirked his eyebrow at you, making you chuckle. “Because he isn’t the party or date type.” You said blanky. “Well, maybe he was and you didn’t give him a chance.” He tried to defend the other boy but it didn’t work. “Not really ...” You rolled your eyes, knowing he wasn’t and maybe he would never be.

“Well, (Y/N) now you’re stuck with Slytherin Boy.” He said mockingly. “Oh don’t call him that.”

“Okay, Barnaby ...” He rolled his eyes, making you laugh, but then he turned his gaze into a serious one which you hadn’t seen in a while. “This other boy, you talked about ... Do I know him?” He asked curiously and noticed you looked away from him.

“Yeah ... Uhmmm.” Your cheeks slowly began to get pink at the thought, you just couldn’t tell him, what if he gets weirded out or something. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to ...” He said, making you sigh in relief, but he continued. “Well ... whoever is, I hope he asks you out at some point.”

“Yeah ... me too.” Charlie noticed the sadness in your eyes and voice, and he knew he was the reason for it, and it made him feel bad.

“Anyways ... Uhmmm, the Bowtruckle, he really likes you.” Charlie pointed out, the Bowtruckle was over your shoulder now, and you didn’t even realize it. “Yes he does.” You smiled at the Bowtruckle who was now, leaning himself on your cheek.

“(Y/N) ...” He looked up and sighed. “I just ... I just hope you made the right decision, but if anything, I’m here for you.” Charlie said while giving you a warm smile. “Thank you, Charlie.” You turned your gaze back to the small creature, while Charlie looked down at you, sad, knowing he had missed his chance but he wasn’t going to give up that easily, not if it was about you.

(I know this is Newt but I didn’t know what gifs to use; Credits to the owner)

(Next Chapter is going to take place during the Ball)

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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So Glad

kirishima eijirou x pregnant!reader

warnings: cussing, alcohol, pregnancy, bakusquad

word count: 1,654

a/n: AHAHA i hope yall arent tired of me writing a pregnancy scenario for everyone, because have another one. also the one in which we stan the softest boy in class 1-a, kirishima eijirou as a new dad :,) ENJOY ANON

You were thirty-four weeks pregnant.

So it was safe to say you were ready at any moment to tap out to what felt like a demon sucking the soul out of you from within, that was currently sucker-punching your lungs.

Being pregnant was something you didn’t necessarily enjoy, yes you were excited for the baby girl you would be having, but you hated how pregnancies were just the worst. Pregnant women were such liars sometimes.

Kirishima, your ever so loving and doting husband, was honestly the only reason you hadn’t flipped out at this point. The past eight months he had been by your side, providing for every single weird request you had, every craving, and every massage. It went as far as the two of your realizing that his quirk was actually incredible for massaging, weirdly enough.

“Eijirou, I swear, I will kick your ass if you don’t go out right now!” You threaten as you clutch your stomach, the contractions were hitting you on insane pain levels, but they were still too spaced out to mean anything. “I’ll be okay!”

Kirishima looks at you, his face clouded with worry and unwillingness to go out with the self-proclaimed “Baku-squad,” a name that Bakugou hated.

“Yeah, Kiri, y/n isn’t gonna have the damn baby on the one day you let loose!” Mina cheered as she places a warm hand on your shoulder, “Besides it’s just for a few hours of drinking!!”

“We’re getting wasted,” Sero informs you, and you can’t help but laugh, Kirishima needed to let loose and this may as well be the last time he had the opportunity.

“Well, Kaminari was pre-gaming in our bathroom, so I figured that was your plan.” You tease laughing at the blonde who another ashamed chug of his flask.

“It’s important to pre-game…” Kaminari mumbles as he doesn’t reach anyone’s gaze.

“Hurry up and decide already, Kirishima,” Bakugou sighs his eyes rolling as he seemed to be the second most ready to ditch this night, but you knew better about your husbands best friend. Bakugou enjoyed these outings.

“Go!” You shove Kirishima, waddling him to the door as everyone cheered alongside you. Kirishima needed to let loose tonight, and the Baku-squad was the way he was going to get it.

“Okay but if you need anything, or want me home, let me know!” Kirishima yells over his shoulder as Kaminari and Sero have him by the arms, and you nod your head in agreement. “Let me kiss my wife, guys!”

You can’t help but roll your eyes as Kirishima comes back, his hands on your swollen belly as he places a gentle kiss on your lips. Tender and sweet and not ready to let go. “Come on lover boy! The honeymoon phase was supposed to have ended three years ago!” Kaminari joked as Kirishima continued placing soft sweet pecks on your lips until he was now forcibly removed from your lips.

“It’s not over because I treat her right!” Kirishima claps back, but the wink and a large smile on his face make everyone laugh as you eventually close the door.

You smiled to yourself as you were home alone, and waddle back to the bedroom to watch some horror movie, they were weirdly super funny to you while pregnant. So there you sat an hour later, watching The Ring when you find yourself peeing yourself, no not pee but—

“Oh fuck, my water.”

You could feel the contractions now truly hitting you between the approved time intervals and you resisted a cry of pain as you called your husband, to which was put immediately on voicemail. You sighed, those guys truly didn’t waste any time getting wasted.

“Hi, baby, I know you’ll answer this soon, but I’m heading to the hospital! Our baby’s coming soon!” You chirped despite the heavy pain in your voice.

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Kirishima was drunk. It was only truly thirty minutes into the night and he was plastered. These past eight months he hadn’t been going out during bar nights because he had been so busy with you, and it seemed during that time everyone else’s tolerance shot go drastically while his lowered significantly.

Kirishima was intoxicated to the point that he has no idea where his phone was just in case you called, spoiler alert, it was in his left pocket jean instead of the right.

“Guys!” Kirishima slurred as he put a cheek onto Bakugou’s shoulder, “I’m so happy to become a dad! Bakugou will be its best friend, and all you guys will be like the fun uncles!”

Mina was howling over the fact her childhood friend thought she was going to be a fun uncle, “I’m going to spoiler that baby so much, you’re going to have to keep her from wanting me to adopt her.” Mina says with a cunning smile on her face as she takes another shot.

“The baby’s gonna find you fucking terrifying on first glance, raccoon eyes.” Bakugou rolled his eyes as he took a drink from his beer, “As Ei, said, I’m going to be the BEST FRIEND!”

Okay, so maybe Bakugou’s tolerance was still shit. But the comment at the very least caused Sero and Kaminari to howl with laughter as the pounded the table in an attempt to ease their laughter as Bakugou yelled at them.

“Hold on!” Sero cackles, “Y/n is calling me? Y’ello?”

Kirishima’s concentration is on Sero, why would his beautiful wife be calling Sero? Maybe he taped the door shut as a prank like that one time in high school. But Sero’s face was quickly drained from color, his nods serious, and it was by far the most nervous Sero had ever appeared. What was y/n saying? Kirishima wondered.

“So, uh,” Sero mumbles after the phone call ended. “Y/n is at the hospital, and she’s nearly ready to give birth.”

Silence.

“OH MY GOD, WE HAVE TO FUCKING GO!” Kirishima roars at a Bakugou level as he stumbles off the chair running towards the wrong exit.

“I told you we should’ve gone yesterday!” Mina hisses at Sero as Bakugou and Kaminari race off to capture the redhead.

“How was I supposed to know she was gonna come too early? Isn’t Todoroki’s wife past her due date?!”

“Baka, everyone’s different!”

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You were quite literally crying, the pain was disgustingly overwhelming as you sat on the hospital bed. It wasn’t like you were resisting the baby’s arrival, because as much as you wanted Kirishima here, you weren’t too sure if you could just lay there.

“How are you feeling, Kirishima-sama?” Your doctor asks, a mask on his face as gloves are administered to his hands.

“So b-bad!” You cry as sweat flushes through your body, why did this hurt so much.

“WE’RE HERE!” A voice screams and you watch in slight horror as your beloved five idiots walk into the delivery room. All of them in scrubs, and all holding up Kirishima who was bawling.

“I’m so sorry love!” Kirishima says as he puts a kiss against your sweaty forehead. “I didn’t mean to miss your call! I am drunk!”

Your eyes soften the slightest amount before they’re clamped in pain. “It’s okay baby, I KNOW THAT—OH MY GOD!” You shriek as the doctor nods.

“Okay, Kirishima-sama I’m going to need you to start pushing. You’ll do it five times for ten seconds each, okay?”

“WHY DO I NEED TO PUSH!” Kirishima panics stupidly his eyes widened as you grab your idiot husbands hand, “Y/n should be—“

“He’s talking about me, my love.” You pant in pain as your grip against his hands starts hardening significantly.

“Oh! Ow, your grip is like my quirk right now!”

“Push!”

And Kirishima can only watch in the tiniest drunken gaze as you begin screaming, your face flushed, death grip on his hand, body quivering. He watches as the hospital scene around him slows drastically, his wife is biting her lip to keep from cussing, nurses running in slow motion, and his friends shaking slowly in excitement.

“Y/n I… I think—“

“The head is out!”

“I… I think imma…”

“You’re almost there!”

“I… I…”

A soft cry is resonating into Kirishima’s head, it’s a newborn cry, and a small baby girl with y/h/c is lifted slightly from behind the medical wraps. It’s all too much for Kirishima as he promptly faints, a smile on his face.

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When Kirishima comes through, he panics. “Y/n!” He calls out, his eyes searching as he sees his wife sitting on the bed across from his, she looks tired and worn, and entirely beautiful.

“Glad to see you’re awake,” You whisper teasing your husband as you show off the sleeping bundle in your arms. “Come say hello.”

Kirishima feels like every step he takes towards the bed is like he’s traveling through cement until he comes and peers at his daughters face. “Oh… fuck.” Kirishima can only say as you gently move to hand the sleeping baby girl into his arms.

“Say hello to your manly papa,” You mumble to the baby as tears fall down Kirishima’s face.

“Hi, Hinata-chan.” Kirishima sniffs at his baby girl, tears shamelessly falling down his face and he comes to meet your own ready eyes, and the next thing he knows his lips are on yours as he thanks you softly. Over and over.

“Thank you, I love you so much.”

bonus!

“I want to see her first!” Mina whispers shrieks as she manages to get into the room first after Kirishima walked over to the waiting room to let them know the baby was ready to meet them.

“Oh Kiri, she’s so adorable!” Mina cooes as she stares at the baby in the cradle.

“We have a question for all of you,” You confess as Kirishima comes to sit on the bed with you, an arm over your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your temple. “Would you all become Hinata-chan’s godparents? We know it’s four of you, and you’re not obligated to!”

“Yes!”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Yeah!!”

“Of course!”

Tears fall both Kirishima parents as they smile at their friends their hangs gripped together, “We’re so glad.”

#kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima imagine #kirishima scenario #bnha writing blog #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bnha kirishima #mha #mha x reader #mha imagines #mha headcanons #mha kirishima #kirishima fluff

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hpdabbles · 4 years

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Found Nest

Tom was cleaning the stairs on the east side wing when the first excited whispers reached his ears. Children were pouring out of their rooms, pressing their faces to the windows, gasping in wonder and making so much noise one would think the queen had arrived. Though he desperately wanted to know what had them so worked up, Tom did not get up from the floor, nor did he raise his gaze from the brush.

There would be no point.

He rarely interacted with the other children, not after the numerous times they witnessed the strangeness around him.

Once upon a time, their distance and sneers hurt him. He tried everything to get the children and caregivers to like or at least tolerate him but no matter how hard he works,Tom always found himself separated.

It’s been like that since he took his first breath, and seven years have passed with no change in sight since. He often dreamed of escaping the cold halls, tiny rooms, and heavy stares but he didn’t know where he would go if he ever attempts to run away.

Wool’s Orphanage was all he’s ever known, having been born from a circus worker mother and an unknown man. According to Mrs. Cole, this was the reason he was so odd. So unwanted. Just another burden on both the state and her.

Tom had learned to ignore what she said and turn his back on the other orphans. There was no point to fight an uphill battle. Instead, Tom kept to his tiny room, did the chores demanded of him, ate, and spent a few hours with the snakes in the garden. Some of the older children mocked him for his lack of friends, asking if he cried himself to sleep after repulsing everyone he came in contact with.

Is little Riddle lonely?

He was not lonely.

For Tom had a secret, he knew he was strange because he could do wondrous things. In the comfort of his room, he made things float. He could get the few animals he came in contact obey him without the need to train them and most of all he could speak to snakes.

He had three friends, though not human and two had moved on for better hunting ground, he was still quite happy to have meet them. Though the spoke with an undertone of hisses, the scale-covered animals were far kinder to he then most people.

He finishes the scrubbing the step before turning to the bucket on his right. Throwing the brush into the murky water Tom grabs the handle with both his hands and forces his numb legs to stand. His arms shake with the effort it takes to move the thing across the hall in the direction of the second stairway.

His knees, which have already suffered hours of being pressed against the edge of the steps for two hours, protested at the idea of the labor but he pushed through the pain. The faster he got it done the faster he could retire to his room.

“Is that a real Chrysler Imperial?!” Billy Stubbs gushes causing Tom’s head snaps to the left where the orphans were lined against a big window. He may not be obsessed with autos like most boys but even he could not help but be awe of one of the most expensive ones out there.

The redhead boy was holding his precious rabbit against his chest, patting the creature’s head as he babbles. “It’s the new model! I saw it in the post, that's a real Chrysler CL Imperial Dual-Windshield Phaeton! They just released it this very year!”

His announcement only sent the other children into a bigger frenzy all wondering why someone with such obvious wealth would be doing here, at the orphanage. Tom desperately wanted to abandon his bucket so he too could gaze upon the newest model but he better than to do so.

He stumbles towards his task hoping the auto will linger long enough for everyone to get bored and he could see a glance of it. Dropping before the first step Tom gets down to work trying to push away the longing as the rest of the children speak to each other with obvious ease a few feet away from him.

It’s around the fifth step that Mrs. Cole calls for him having sent one of the teenagers. The girl in charge of the babes, stomp her way to him sneering with obvious displeasure. “Riddle, Mrs. Cole wants you in the blue room. Now.”

Tom did not know what he had done to cause her such ire but he was quick to do as he is told. Without a word, he rises from his task and goes in the right direction the children making mocking noises behind him.

It seems they finally noticed he was there.

He forced himself not to run, pressing his heels into the ground and forcefully delaying their arrival. It not only makes the teenager angrier but it gives him the added bonus of seeming elegant than the common child found in these halls. Or at least that’s what Lisa used to claim.

When they arrived, Mrs. Cole is not alone as he suspected. A man in an expensive suit is sitting across from her, a smile on his face that has the woman blushing. He’s quite handsome for a man. Dark hair sleeked to the side in the latest fashion, green eyes sparkling and the only imperfection of his skin is the strange lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

He’s face does something odd when it lands on the seven-year-old boy, something that he’s never seen on anyone before.

It brightens up.

“This is Tom Riddle” Mrs. Cole presents waving her hand at him as if though presenting a house to a buyer. “Are you sure, about this Mr. Evans? I know you have the documentation and funds but surely....there are much better boys for adoption available. Tom is of the lesser sort, a bit strange and things happen around him. Terrible things.”

Tom freezes completely, his breath caught in his throat. He’s far used to her speaking as if he is not there, used to the warning she gives the very rare couples who seek a child of their own. Seeing as the adoption process was only legalized in ‘26 there weren’t many who sought this service just yet.

It was too much of a hassle.

Yet here, she implied something Tom Riddle never thought would be applied to him.

Did she just say that this man- this Mr. Evans wanted to adopt him? This obviously very rich man, who must be the owner of the auto outside was here for him?

He says nothing, stopping before the two adults and clasping his hands together less it be all a cruel joke. He can’t help but stare at the male, wondering what on earth is going on.

“Mr. Coles all children are equal,” Mr. Evans says still with a winning smile but his tone and eyes say that he is displeased and Tom thinks he can grow to like a man who can show their displeasure with just the hint of a threat like this. As it were Mrs. Cole turns bright red in either shame or outrage he can’t tell but he enjoys her discomfort all the same. “To answer your question, yes I am sure I wish to adopt Mr. Riddle. That is, if he would like to.”

The last part is directed at him. “I would be honored to have him as part of my family. After all, Lisa Sunshine speaks so highly of him.”

Tom’s eyes widen, having recognized the name he gave to a friend what seemed like a lifetime ago, even as Mrs. Cole jumps in. “Lisa Sunshine? There must have been a mistake, there has never been a person with that name here and certainly not someone who interacted with Riddle.”

“No mistake was committed.” Mr. Evans counters. “There, indeed, is a Lisa. She came across me but a few months ago, and she said Mr. Riddle was one of the kindest young men she’s ever met. She adores the rocks he brought her especially the one he painted her on.”

That does it.

Tom now knows for sure this man is speaking of the garden snake that had moved on for better grounds and he can’t look away from the green eyes that appear to understand.

Since he’s watching, he notices the man points to a small teacup out of the female’s line of sight seconds before it starts to float. It hangs in the air for only a few seconds but it’s enough for Tom to realize he did not do that.

No. It was the action of the visitor.

Mr. Evans is like him.

There is someone like him.

“Mr. Riddle?” Mr. Evans stands offering him a hand “My name is Harry Evans and I heard you are a very special boy. Would you be willing to be part of my special family?”

Tom couldn’t shake the hand fast enough. “I’m Tom Riddle! And I love to!”

Mr. Evans offers him a warm smile, one he would have called fatherly from anyone else, but Tom knows it can’t be since it’s directed at him and that doesn’t happen. Still, it leaves him feeling warm throughout the signing of the paperwork that proclaim him Tom’s father and the packing of his few belongings.

The other children watch with open envy but they can do nothing as he climbs into the auto, wondering if he’s dreaming. Just as the pair are going to leave Tom remembers his other friend, gasping loudly before he can think better of it.

Mr. Evans sadly notices. “Is something the matter Tom?”

The man had asked if it was alright to call him by his first name while the two had been folding his old hand-me-downs clothes. Tom had allowed but not due to trust. He did not want the man to regret his decision and leave him there by displeasing him.

Tom doesn’t think he’ll be able to call him anything other Mr. Evans though.

“My friend.” He whispers heart beating in terror, he doesn’t want to risk this dream come true but if he leaves Mars Moonlight without a fair warning then the other children will kill him. “He’s like Lisa and if Mrs. Cole finds him she’ll- can I please move him? We don’t need to bring him but-”

“Nonsense. We’ll bring Mars with us. Go ahead and get him.” Mr.s Evans says smoothly. Tom jumps out of the auto before he can change he’s mind racing to the yard. He shouts a loud “Thank you Sir!” over his shoulder and winces at his manners.

Mr. Evans comes from money. Polish men have higher standards mannerisms, don’t they? He’ll have to watch himself.

He can feel the eyes of the orphanage on him, tracking him from the front all the way to the back yard. They will now know where he hide most of his secrets, near the back shed but he doesn’t falter in picking up Mars.

The snake lets out a hissed yep “Tom! What are you doing!? I was resting!”

“I’m sorry Mars. I don’t have much time to explain but we are leaving.” Tom huffs placing the snake around his shoulders and running back to the front, nearly tripping twice.

“Running away?” Mars asks getting comfortable sounding more curious than worried. He coils tightly around Tom’s neck. The boy doesn’t mind, he knows the snake will never hurt him.

“No. I-Well I was adopted. By a man.”

They make it back to the auto in record time. The boy wasted no time in climbing right back in panting for air. He hopes he was quick enough. He hopes he didn’t

“Adopted? Wonderful! Finally, a human who knows true value when he sees it.” The snake eyes the human in the driving seat, flickering his tongue at the adult.

“Thank you for your approval Mr. Moonlight” The amuse voice of Mr. Evans makes both the snake and young boy jump. Yes, Tom knew on some level that the older man could speak to his friends too but seeing it was a whole other experience. “You have lovely scales.”

The snake makes a noise that sounds like approval. “I’m not ready for mating but almost ready.”

“Your quite young. Only a few months since hatching yes?” Mr. Evans directs this question to Tom who can’t for the life form words. The pause in conversation last longer then he wants it to.

Mr. Evans doesn’t seem to mind, concentrating on the road. Tom twists around, looking at the orphanage as they drive away, and he feels like he’s flying. His soul is flouting somewhere above in confusion and happiness.

He’s free.

Tom will never have to go back.

He’s free.

He thinks he’s going to cry but he’s not sad. He doesn’t understand why his eyes are watering up.

“Do you like Mars candy bars?” Mr. Evans ask Tom. He reaches down to pick up a bag shaking it. “I bought some and other sweets. If you like. I wanted to celebrate having a son but if you rather not, we can go somewhere. Lisa says you like books, would you like to go to a book store?”

Tom thinks he can grow to love Mr.Evans, he really does.

#hpdabbles #Harry potter #Found Nest #Time travel #Harry raises Tom #Tom is seven and he's despreate for love #So Harry is rich #And he's spent years building his wealth and name #Now he's ready to take Tom in #Orphans #IDk

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galleywinter · 4 years

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When The Night Comes Hunter Masterlist

Exactly what it says on the tin - When the Night Comes is an astoundingly amazing otome/dating sim/visual novel. @mrreindeerface and I started gushing at each other about it and our Hunters (the MC), and this list was born. Greer’s section is undoubtedly the longest, but I imagine the others won’t be far behind her once I’ve run them more often.

Greer Taggart - Greer’s blonde (as most of my OCs are, I have a type and make no bones about it) with loosely curly hair that reaches just to the bottom of her shoulder blades (on hunts, she often wears back in a low bun near the base of her skull) and grey eyes. She’s short (5′3″ “On a tall day”, as Alkar snorts with a nip to one of her ears and tweak to the other. Whether his tail swats her backside or not is up to his mood) and sassy but full of heart. If Ezra is the mom friend to their little found family, Greer is the older sister. She’ll hug you until you feel like you can stand on your own two feet, then go punch the teeth out of whatever hurt you. She stands firmly by the tenant that she won’t throw the first punch if you aren’t a danger: she isn’t here to Hunt things that mean no harm. But all bets are off in the event that you are dangerous.

Greer is one of the few Hunters who doesn’t remember her family of birth at all. She got clumsy on her first Hunt after graduation, a raid on a Fae nest, and lost her early memories because of it (for the record, her parents were traveling musicians, and she’s an only child. An interesting life, and one that in a way did prepare her for the constant upheaval of being a Hunter). She makes friends where she can but is mostly on her own before Lunaris - no point getting too terribly attached when the Enforcers will just reassign you away from those you’re closest to. Lunaris changes everything for Greer. She not only finds a family, she finds Alkar.

Falling in love with Alkar wasn’t intentional on her part, but it was as inevitable as the pull of the tides. She was drawn to the gentle heart she saw under all the gruff snark, and he was drawn to her warmth and her capacity to love so openly. To her insistence to do the right thing and to do it the right way. That she can keep up with his snark and his jokes most of the time doesn’t hurt.

Claire Maxwell - Claire is sunshine and sugar personified. How she ever managed as a Hunter is anyone’s best guess. She’s roughly 5′6″ and built like a china doll, complete with big blue eyes, a delicate bone structure, and a delicate wispy blonde pixie haircut. Claire is with Finn, which is fitting in a way considering that the best way to describe her is as a bleeding heart. Claire cares, sometimes too much, about the wellbeing and happiness of those around her. With Finnegan, she’s able to find some peace. To find someone who reminds her that she’s worthy of the same concern she lavishes on others and who gives it to her in equal measure.

Cassidy Todd - Cassidy is a green-eyed redhead and will absolutely bristle at the stereotypical assumption about her temperament because of it (and insist that her hair is more auburn than red anyway). She stands roughly 5′8″, and fills out her uniform “well enough”. Cassidy is a no-nonsense detective at her core. She loves a mystery and hates it in equal measure: she wants to solve it because she loves the puzzle of it, loves the way things fit together; she hates it because it shouldn’t exist. She’s has a hard time swallowing the idea that there is a “greater good” that involves sacrificing anyone. Don’t ever show her something like the Trolley Problem because she would probably find a way to pull a James Kirk style maneuver on it and then root out the source of such “idiocy” and be irritable the rest of the day.

Falling for her superior officer was not at all something Cassidy would have put on a list of things she expected to happen, but she regrets not a moment of her life with August. They provide her a shoulder and an ear, a place to vent her frustrations at the unfairness of so much of what they both endure in their profession (and the circumstance that drew them into each other’s orbits), and she provides them a place to feel accepted and nurtured. A place to find some peace. In each other, they find someone who values them as they are, flaws and all. Someone who reminds each of them that they are enough. Someone who lets them each be gloriously, messily, wonderfully human and delights in that experience with them.

Aderyn Shaw - Probably best classified as an adrenaline junkie, Aderyn is 5′5″ and has curves like a back road. With green eyes and hair that exists somewhere in the space between dark blonde and light brown and falls just to her shoulders, Aderyn runs a two-pronged offensive in her life: charm on the one hand and a quick fist on the other. She’s a damn good Hunter and knows it. She will gladly launch herself into the abyss to protect those who cannot protect themselves. She’s also equally fond of a good drink and a terrible pun. Falling for Ezra was almost impossible to avoid. He was just so sweet and so wonderful, and he laughed at all of her truly awful jokes. The connection between them was immediate and electric, and she’s convinced he truly is an angel. Ezra appreciates both her zeal for life and the depth of her concern for the residents of Lunaris and their safety and happiness.

Roark Stirling - Roark is my only gentleman Hunter. And he is a true gentleman. He’s 6′0″ with short, dark brown hair, green eyes, and a jawline that could probably cut glass. He likes to think he’s charming, but his attempts at charm usually come across more as endearing and sweet than anything that will make anyone swoon anytime soon. He absolutely believes in doing the right thing and that sometimes reaching the best end sometimes involves throwing caution to the wind. Falling in love with Piper was a bit like jumping in a lake during the dead of winter: invigorating and terrifying and something that absolutely steals your breath away. Also debatably dangerous. But he loves her sense of humor and her heart with everything he has and everything he is. That she can truly really understand him is just a nice bonus (on a list of nice bonuses).

Esther Hendry - Esther has tightly curled blonde hair and blue eyes and is fairly sturdily built despite standing roughly 5′4″ (she’s also the only one of my Hunters that I imagine with a definitive accent - Scottish). She’s a bit world-weary, a bit suspicious of everyone and everything in Lunaris. Falling in love with a Demon was definitely not on a list of things Esther ever thought she’d do with her life, but fall in love with Omen she did. Initially attracted to his sense of wonder and curious about his naivete, love came gradually but inexorably. For Esther, loving Omen is worshiping and being worshiped all at once, and she cherishes the time they share more than anything in the world. He helps her to see the world with fresher eyes, clearer sight, and she will always treasure that about him.

Brighid Gallagher - Brighid is still in the proto-character stage, so watch this space in a couple of days. She’s going to be the character I use in the Finn/Ezra/MC polymance. I can tell you already she’s got a sense of wonder to her, a desire to see everything the world has to offer, and a heart that she’s equally happy and proud to wear on her sleeve. She’s fond of laughing hard, dancing often, and washing dinner down with a good ale. But for more than that, I need to run her, so I’ll update this when I get there!

#When the Night Comes #Alkar Cassian #Finnegan Kazimir #August Willenheim #Ezra Lyon #Piper Meriman #Omen #Hunters #Hunter OCs #Greer Taggart #Claire Maxwell #Cassidy Todd #Aderyn Shaw #Roark Stirling #Esther Hendry #Brighid Gallagher

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loveforpreserumsteve · 4 years

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The One: Bonus “Begin Again” Story (Mortician!Steve and Baker!Bucky Modern AU)

One:

Today was the day.

Steve's heart swelled as Natasha stepped into the silhouette gown. Slipping her arms into the thin spaghetti straps, she adjusted the V-neck until her corset couldn't be seen and gestured for Steve to come closer. Of course, as the petite redhead's maid of honor, Steve obliged.

Making sure not to step on the tulle skirt, Steve gently pulled the lace bodice together and buttoned the delicate pieces together. Smirking when Natasha twitched at the brush of his knuckles along her back, Steve purposely did it again. Knowing that Natasha was tense due to her nerves.

"Are you excited?" Steve softly questioned, giving her shoulders a tender squeeze before moving away from her.

Turning, Natasha shrugged her shoulder and checked her reflection in the mirror. Twirling an intentionally fallen strand around her finger to get it to curl in the direction she wanted it to as she admitted, "It doesn't feel real."

Steve nodded, "I know what you mean."

At the possibility of hearing the bittersweet edge to his voice, Natasha stopped prepping herself and crossed the room to Steve. Taking his hands in hers, she sincerely stated, "Thank you."

"For what?" Steve good-humoredly scoffed while his brows started to furrow.

"For being here," Natasha shrugged, "For being my friend." Steve gave her hands a squeeze and Natasha added, "For introducing me to my future husband."

"Okay, yeah, I'm pretty great," Steve joked, winking at his best friend.

Natasha's eyes were turning glassy as tears started filling them. Even though she was desperately trying not to cry, those pesky tears continued. Steve reached up and caught one that escaped and leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

"Thank god for waterproof mascara," Natasha teased, blinking away the rest of her tears. Running her hand over Steve's beard, she mocked, "Best not to have beard-burn when I'm about to get married. People might get the wrong idea."

Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes. Finding the door opening and Maria carrying the veil as she rushed into the room, "It's a good thing Carol's glove box is a hodgepodge treasure chest." Waving her hand over the comb part, she bit her lower lip, "The glue is still tacky, so it'll probably stick to your hair."

"We have time to let it dry a little more," Steve assured.

"It's not like they can start it without me," Natasha joked, placing her hands on her hips.

"True," Maria confirmed, blowing on the spot where glue was holding one of the tiny blue flowers in place.

Looking around the room, Natasha deadpanned, "My flower girl is still in the bathroom, so I clearly can't walk down the aisle without fresh rose petals beneath my feet."

"Oh, can't have that," Maria mocked, exchanging a glance with Steve as he checked his own reflection. Smoothing his hand over his freshly cut, shorter hair while he wondered if he should trim his beard more.

"Why is it," Natasha started, joining Steve in front of the mirror. Making sure to keep her tone low as she questioned, "I'm the one getting married and you're the one fidgeting?"

"Well, one of us has to be the wreck," Steve reasoned.

Before anything else could be said, a knock broke through their moment. The trio looked over to find Birdie poking her head in through the door crack. With her lopsided flower girl flower-crown and a missing-tooth grin, Birdie asked, "Ready?"

Natasha took in a grounding breath and nodded, "Ready."

Heart racing at the déjà vu, Steve wiped his clammy palms on his black slacks. Being the fidgeting one, Steve tugged at his red tuxedo jacket and tried to gather himself. Looking over at Natasha though, made it easier. The linger heartache seeped out of him and his chest clenched because, "You're beautiful."

Grin taking on a cocky twist, Natasha flipped her hand as though she was going to flip her hair as she teasingly demanded, "Tell me something I don't know."

Rolling his eyes, Steve redirected his attention to in front of them as they walked down the hotel hallway, and his smile grew when he found Natasha's dad waiting for them. A smile splitting his dark face and stretching all the way up to his eyes. It was hands down the happiest Steve had ever seen Nick Fury.

"Don't you clean up nicely," Nick greeted, extending his arms for his long ago- adopted daughter. Glancing to Maria and Steve, he complimented them as well, "You both look nice."

"Me? Look at you," Natasha commented, dramatically fanning herself.

Shaking his head, Nick turned to face the front, silently informing everyone else to take their places in line. Birdie up front with her basket of rose petals. Axel, Blaze, and Knox next with the rings. After securing the veil in Natasha's updo, Maria linked her arm with her wife's while Carol theatrically ran her eyes down the red halter gown. Next, Steve slipped his arm under the best man, Eddie's, black tuxedo clad arm.

Pulling a page out of Natasha's book, Steve winked over his shoulder in encouragement. Facing the front again, Steve found it easier to smile than he originally assumed. Especially once the doors opened to the hotel courtyard and the string quartet began their rendition of Tenerife Sea.

A little rambunctiously, Birdie started scooping petals out of her basket and tossed them onto the man-made aisle like they had personally offended her. Phil Coulson, the next-best wedding planner, quietly tried to get her to stop being so aggressive, but eventually gave up as she gleefully ran down the aisle. And since she ran, the boys did too. Earning a face-palm from Phil and laughs from the guests.

Before Steve knew it, it was time for him to follow in his niece's and friends' steps and head down the aisle. Allowing Eddie to control how fast they walked, which wasn't very fast at all. Steve couldn't thank him enough since all he wanted to do was sprint like the kids had.

Affectionately squeezing Eddie's arm once they reached the altar, Steve took his spot beside Maria. With his shoulders back to exude confidence, Steve turned to face the guests. Eyes instantly scanned the well-dressed attendees until they landed on Bucky, and his heart could finally beat normally again.

#begin again #the one #bonus #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #marvel #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 #modern au #wedding #fluff #smut

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forasecondtherewedwon · 6 years

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Omg can you do 23 and 60 (from the prompts) for an imagine (bonus point if Sweet Pea and reader low key can’t stand each other at first)??

I didn’t quite go for the bonus points because it wouldn’t have worked for the idea I had. Hope you enjoy it though!

23. “Just pretend to be my date.”

AND

60. “If Ididn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

Oh god, you think, cringing backinto the wall as your eyes sweep the room. Stepping on a discarded soda canmakes you jump like it’s a land mine. The place is packed; on sofas, indoorways, sitting on the stairs, pouring drinks in the kitchen, people areeverywhere―your peers in age if not in acquaintance. This suburban house partymakes you shifty, squirrely, and needy for the bright lights of home.

It didn’t seem so threatening earlier, when you were chatting in the livingroom with your mom, Mary, and Mr. Andrews, then hanging out drinking lemonadein their backyard. Mary and your mom have been friends for ages, back inChicago where you live. They met volunteering, which is something your mom doesto make the large city feel a little more like a community, and which Maryclaims to do because it makes her feel less like a lawyer. Meaning human.Lawyer jokes, in your opinion, expired sometime before the turn of the 21stcentury, but Mary makes them tolerable.

Of course, you would never have started being so much in Mary’s company ifnot for her son. Last summer, he came to stay with his mom over March Break.You met and it was… something… at first sight. Before you could tell if thething between you and the easygoing redhead with the earnest smile would turninto more than your mom going, “Hey, Y/N! Why don’t you and Archie check outthe aquarium/the museum/the art gallery/the park today?” (you playing the partof prospective love interest/tour guide), he was on a bus back to Riverdale.When he returned for the sliver of time between end of exams and IndependenceDay, the two of you did a little less sightseeing and a little more smooching,yet the chemistry just wasn’t there.

Nope, no fireworks in time for the 4th of July, just plenty oflingering weirdness like the smell of yesterday’s dinner that the distancebetween Chicago and Riverdale allowed you not to face. Until your mom decidedto tag along with Mary when she headed to her hometown for a visit. A realcommunity! A diner! A town hall! A post office! You accepted the inevitabilityof imminent travel plans, crossing your fingers that Archie would somehowmiraculously not be around to bump into.

Except that Mary and your mom decided to make their own plans and leave youto attend Archie’s party (promised to be very responsibly controlled, despitethe absence of Mr. Andrews). And now Archie’s over there in the other room andyou very much don’t want to look like the pathetic child of his mom’s bestfriend, dumped on him for the evening. The fact that it’s been a year since youdumped him is beside the point. You need a human life raft, or something largeto hide behind.

The front door―opening and closing so often since you arrived that you thinkthe Andrews should consider putting in a revolving door―flies inward yet againand the answer to your desperate party prayers walks through it. Who knows ifhe’d float, but he’s definitely big enough to conceal you, between the heightand the bulky leather jacket he wears unzipped over a black t-shirt.

“Perfect,” you mutter to yourself, eyes going side to side to check that youhave not just become the weird muttering girl on top of the pathetic child ofArchie’s mom’s best friend. Etc. etc. Your real and imagined humiliation endshere and now!

Mr. Tall, Dark, and Obstructing starts to follow the friends he came in withthrough to the other room, so you, desperate, grab his sleeve as he passes anddon’t let go. You are bold. You are determined. You are… possibly acting like abadly behaved Jack Russell, with this clamping onto and tugging of the sleeve,but hey, you seem to have gained your unwitting plus one’s attention. He stopswhile his pals go on ahead, looking after them.

“It’s cool, Northsider,” he says, barely glancing at you. “Everybody’sfriends now, remember? Do you need to check my invitation?” The guy snorts andlooks at you again. Starts to look away, and looks harder. “You don’t go toRiverdale High.”

“I’m not exactly on the bus route. Chicago,” you explain. He shrugs likehe’ll allow it, which might piss you off if it weren’t so confusing a response.You introduce yourselves, but your focus is elsewhere.

The guy is doing his job as a barrier so well, not that he has any idea, that you’ve lostsight of Archie. For the first time all night, you willingly move away from thewall and peer around. Shit, he’s heading in your direction, giving andreceiving backslaps like life’s just one big football game. You remember yoursurroundings. Small town. Student athletes. You reassess and mentally dial backthe prejudice. Just not enough that you’re suddenly feeling the need toactively be friendly to the host.

“You just escape prison or something?” the Great Wall of Leather asks you.“You’re acting a little… shifty.”

“If that helps you develop a backstory for our relationship, sure,” you fireback, panicking as Archie gets closer. You grab the guy’s hand. “Just pretendto be my date.”

“Uh, no.”

He begins to untangle his fingers from yours and you look down, noticing thelarge ring he’s wearing. This ring says ‘bite me,’ ‘fuck you,’ and ‘boy oh boywill this leave a mark if you make me want to punch you.’ With Archie on hisway over, evidently undeterred by the handhold you’re struggling to maintain, youdecide to gamble.

“So are you, like, really good friends with Archie Andrews?”

The guy looks at you like you just spit in his (hypothetical future) drink.

“No.”

“Great,” you assure him with a slap to his chest, quickly glancing sideways.“Then you can stick around for a sec and help me not interact with him.”

You hear Archie call your name in greeting, but you’re catching your ‘date’by the dog tags around his neck and yanking him down into a kiss. Your eyes aresqueezed shut and you throw your arm around the back of the guy’s neck (holycrap, he’s tall) to make it look convincing. You don’t hear your name again,though you listen carefully, like counting the seconds between rolling thunderclaps. While you’re working hard to determine whether the situation has beenresolved, Mr. Feisty with the dog tags and the tough-guy ring starts kissingyou for real, fingers searching forthe shape of your back through your denim jacket.

Roughly, you pull away, touching your lips to make sure he didn’t keep themover there with him. That was, youthink, feeling lightheaded, now that was a kiss.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me,” he concludes,curling his lower lip into his mouth as his tongue runs over it.

“I…” you attempt to protest, your tongue tying itself up like it’s trying tomake a suggestion for a second lip-lock. “You… you kissed me!”

“Uh, my brain and the marks you probably left on the back of my neck frompulling me down like that both say, ‘bullshit!’” he argues.

“Yeah,” you debate, poking a finger into his chest, “but I just kissed youto keep Archie away, you kissed mekissed me.”

“I did notice a difference,” he concedes.

“Good,” you shoot back, annoyed.

“The difference being the kissing’s better when I’m in control.”

“What?!” You spread your hands,trying to get this idiot to understand. “No-no-nuh-nuh-no. The only purpose ofthe kiss was to repel Archie. The kiss was mosquito spray. The kiss was a mousetrap.”

“Mouse traps attract mice.”

“Well, you’re confusing me! I’m screwing up my metaphors!”

He’s smiling down at you and you’re blushing and telling yourself it’sanger, but it’s not.

“Come meet the Serpents,” he invites, nodding towards the kitchen. Younarrow your eyes.

“Is there some sort of subliminal phallic messaging there?”

He snorts and throws an arm around your shoulders.

“It’s a gang.”

“You’re in a gang?”

“Yep,” he says―with disturbing casualness, in your opinion―as he steers youtowards these ‘Serpents,’ “and you’remy date.”

Prompts come from the narrowed down list here!

#my writing #drabble #riverdale drabble #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #southside serpents #southside serpents drabble #southside serpents fanfiction #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea x reader drabble #archie andrews #sweet pea

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alia-turin · 6 years

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I saw requests were open! Could you do a one shot fic of Libertus with a female reader/oc. The reader being a more submissive person. Like someone who is small and cute that you would never expect him to be with...but they are lol. Props if she’s good friends with the other glaives as well ;)

You have no idea for how long I have been wanting a Libertus fic, but somehow I never get to write one. That request pushed me into doing it (in a good way push) and thank you for that. In fact I might even write a part two of it once I am done with the other requests.

Also if you guys are waiting for me to complete your request, I am working on them! I just tackle them on first come, first served basis so depending when you submitted, it might take some time. Thank you for being patient.

If anyone wants to be tagged on future fics, please message me! If I had forgotten to tag you, please message me.

Fic Title: The ExamRating/Warnings: G (couple of mild swear words here and there) Pairing: Libertus x ReaderSummary: Reader has crush on Libertus for some time, but is too shy to admit it. Crowe comes to the rescue. Notes: That was really cute to write and once again I am grateful for that request. There might be part 2 (I said as I looked at my to write list and sobbed)

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You loved your job. Ever since you were a kid you wanted tobe a nurse and now your dream has come true. You were lucky enough to work inthe royal hospital where you felt you could make a real difference. All of the Crownsguardand Kingsglaive were coming here for check-ups, after missions debriefs and forserious injuries. It was a tough job but you felt like you could make adifference. You wanted to help your city and your kingdom, but you were neverthe soldierly type. You could work twelve jour shifts or more but youabsolutely didn’t see yourself being on the battlefield fighting demons. Itwasn’t that you were afraid, although you have never seen a demon up close somaybe it was that, but you just lacked the skills and determination. Medicalwork…that was something different.

Every day in the hospital was different. Some were a bitless busy and some were so busy that you were falling asleep on your homeafterwards. Today was probably one of your favourite days, it was the Glaive’s annualcheck up time, a formality that had to be done every year. You liked that timebecause it didn’t involve anyone being in pain and you could have enough timeto chat with your friends amongst the Glaives which was a rare commodity. Yourjob and theirs didn’t exactly match well for hang out time.

“Hey girl!” Crowe walked into the office you were using and saton the chair across of yours. “Haven’t seen you in like forever.”

“I can say the same.” You smiled and opened the folder infront of you. “Anything I should know about?”

“Down to business, are we?” she winked at you and continued.“No, nothing I can think of.”

“That’s good news.” You pointed to the eye examination boardbehind you. “Read the third line left to right.”

She did it. No mistakes, didn’t even hesitate. You proceededwith the rest of the exams, everything was perfect.

“So, guess who is next.” Crowe gave you a big grin as shewas putting her top on. At first you didn’t get what she was saying but thenyou looked at the next folder.

“Oh shit! I forgot to pass him to someone else.” You saidout loud even if you didn’t want to. Crowe gave you a curious look. “Every timehe happens to be in my pile or comes here I usually switch with a colleague.She passes me that redhead with the big mouth because he doesn’t leave her aloneand we are good. I forgot to give her the file this time…” you started to panicthat wasn’t good.

“Wait, I thought you liked Lib, why would you want to avoid him?Did something happen? Because if he did something I will kick his ass right nowand he will need medical attention.” Crowe was dead serious and you weregrateful for her words but it wasn’t that.

“No, it’s just…” you could feel yourself blushing, you werenever good at that. “I do like him. That is the problem.”

“How is that a problem? Some hospital policy?” Crowe walked closerto you.

“No…” You couldn’t see it but you could swear you wereturning very red. “I just…can’t talk to him. Like…I’m afraid I will saysomething stupid and he will think I am an idiot. Plus, he would never likesomeone like me.”

“What does ‘someone like me’ even mean?” Crowe soundedangry, but not as if she was starting a fight, the way friends get angry whenyou say something stupid. “Girl, you are cute and pretty and smart, if anythinghe should be intimidated by you. You want me to stay here when you check onhim?”

“Well, it’s not proper I mean…it’s medical examination it’spersonal.” You objected but at the back of your head you were more than willingto ask Crowe to do the examination so you were as far as possible from Libertusand don’t have to make an eye contact, not even to mention speaking.

“Okay fine, I will stay here, will ask Nyx to join us as well.”Crowe didn’t even wait for you to respond and went out to call the two guys in.You were grateful, you couldn’t really say yes to that, you could be in troubleperforming a medical exam not with one extra person inside but two. Then againyou knew you would mess up everything, so having Crowe and Nyx there was abonus.

“Hey, you how is life treating you?” Nyx walked towards youand give you a warm embrace. “Haven’t seen you in ages, you should hang outwith us a bit more.”

“Hey!” Libertus said, standing there unsure what was happeningand why suddenly there was three of them inside.

“You don’t mind, Lib don’t you? I just haven’t seen her inages and thought to use the time to chat a bit.” Crowe said quickly and winkedat you.

“Sure, you both have seen my ass more time than I feel comfortablewith.” He said and you smiled. You loved his sense of humor. It was probablyone of the first things you had noticed about him when you still had the timeto hang out with these guys.

You started checking his eyes, then blood pressure and therest. Crowe did you a solid that she didn’t stop talking which was distractingyou from the obvious fact that you were actually touching your crush.

“You should come out to drink with us after work.” Nyx saidbut you made a sign fr him to stay silent since you were checking Libertus’heart.

“Hey, Lib do you know that she has a crush on you.” Crowesuddenly said and you wanted to sink in the ground. You were going to strangle her.After you had strangled yourself because that was not how it should go. Heshould never learn about that. Never.

Libertus didn’t say anything, but you were hearing his heartrate. It was faster than a moment ago.

“You two dickheads should go out. Now.” He finally said andyou walked away from him, sat on your desk and started typing data on yourcomputer, pretending you didn’t hear anything or that in fact you weren’t inthat room at all. Crowe was grinning, Nyx winked at you and they both walkedout like children who were trying to escape punishment.

“Everything is fine, you are clear to go.” You said tryingto keep your voice as flat as possible, but it was still shaking, in fact you werethankful for your instinct to sit down, because otherwise your who body wouldbe trembling.

“Is it true what she said?” Libertus said on the chairacross of you, obviously no intention to leave.

“…yes.” You said that as quietly as possible hoping he wouldnever hear it. You could feel your face flushing, your eyes were pinned onLibertus’ shoes not on his face.

“Funny, because I think you are very cute and smart, butthought I don’t have a shot with you. I always figured that nurses go after theNyx type.” There he was his joking tone, the way he was taking everything easy.You looked up for a second and he had a massive grin on his face. Why you neversaid anything? Is that the reason why you stopped hanging out with us?”

“No, it was mostly work.” That was true. You were too busy,your schedules weren’t friendly for social life. But you knew if you tried youcould find some time. Truth was, you had a crush on him, bad crush, but youwere too shy to do anything about it and that was killing you. You knew thatsooner or later he would find another girl, just for the night or a seriousrelationship it didn’t matter and that was going to kill you. Not because youblamed him, it wasn’t really his fault if he didn’t know. You realized howsilly you were, but you couldn’t go over your shyness and insecurities. He wasso much better than you were. Great personality, sense of humor, handsome. Youwere…well you were you, nothing special, certainly not deserving to be a glaive’sgirlfriend.

“How abut you go out with me tonight?” as he said that youlooked at him in panic. He just asked you out! How…what… “Okay, that was a bitforward. How about…you come out with us tonight, we have more time to hangoutand see what happens from there.”

That sounded a bit more reassuring. You didn’t mind beingalone with Libertus, you wanted it, you were just afraid that a date with himwould turn into long spans of uncomfortable silence on your end. You liked himso much, but the more you liked him the more you worried that you will saysomething stupid.

“I finish work at six.” You said eventually realizing youneeded to give some sort of response.

“Perfect, I will come pick you up at the front entrance.” Hesaid as you finished typing the results from his exam way calmer.

“Thank you.” You finally said and managed to muster thecourage to look him in the eyes.

“I don’t really have a choice; these exams are mandatory.” Hesaid with a big smile on his face.

“Not that.” You shook your head, still trying to remain calm.“For not freaking out and running out of the room.”

“It’s not every time that I get a cute girl to confess tome. Or more like Crowe to confess to me for her.” He was still smiling and thatmade you feel better about the whole thing.

As Libertus walked out, Tredd walked in the office. You failedto pass the file, but your colleague didn’t.

“How is my favourite nurse?” Tredd asked as he passedLibertus, the usual cocky smile on his lips.

“Shit up Furia.” Lib turned around and slapped him behindthe neck.

“Hey, don’t be jealous that the nurses like me more thanyou.” The redhead said, obviously looking for a fight.

“Whatever you say, Tredd.” Libertus just turned towards youand winked at you.

#libertus ostium #nyx ulric #crowe altius #libertus x reader #libertus/reader #my writing

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echodrops · 6 years

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Voltron or Final Fantasy 7?

In my last Voltron post I mentioned that Voltron Legendary Defender is really just Final Fantasy 7 with robot lions, so I wanted to elaborate on some of the comparisons.

Obviously this is mostly facetious; there are still several note-worthy differences between the two series, and if you want to get technical, Voltron certainly existed before Final Fantasy 7. However, it’s pretty obvious that someone on the writing team for Voltron Legendary Defender has been influenced by the plot and characters of Final Fantasy 7.

I mean...

We start out our story with the world in the clutches of an evil dictator, who by all rights, has no logical claim to the parts of the universe he controls, except that he has consolidated access to a seemingly unlimited supply of energy, which gives him military and utilitarian power over the hapless masses. (Also, bonus for their outfit color schemes matching almost exactly.)

The energy that these two scumbags are powering their military forces with is not just any energy, no sir: it’s actually the lifeblood of planets, the force that keeps worlds and everything on them alive.

In one of the most blatant cinematic parallels of all time, they forcefully draw out and refine this energy, using it for various purposes from powering their cities, building massive weapons, to creating armies of typically monstrous super soldiers, usually hopped up hard on the energy drug.

Meanwhile, our evil dictators rule from the thrones of their conspicuously ring-shaped dark fortresses that continue to slowly drain the life and peace from everything in reach.

But everyone knows that any villain worth his salt is backed up by an even more morally bankrupt and terrifying Mad Scientist:

Whose preoccupation with a calamity from another world

and penchant for creating horrific chimeras of flesh and machine

is about to cause everyone to have a very, very, bad day. Now where else have we seen pink glowing eyes, hm...

Of course, evil never reigns without opposition, so we have to have the consistently-out-of-focus-for-the-rest-of-the-series band of well-intentioned extremist rebels:

Although they talk a big game, their biggest accomplishment seems to mostly be getting themselves blown up.

They certainly aren’t responsible for killing their respective evil dictators, for example. Nope, that honor goes to:

The mysterious light-haired pretty boy with weird bangs, cat eyes, a sword, and a big ass chip on his shoulder over his parentage. He seems calm and rational, even sophisticated and princely--but it’s a thin veneer hiding a life-time of trauma and horror, and one wrong reveal about the identity of his mother could tip him over the edge into no-holds-barred madness. A dangerous free agent whose loyalties are questionable and whose existence is inextricably tied to the calamity from another world. He thinks He is among the last of the ancient mystical race of Cetra Alteans, who were eradicated by the creature from the other world, who infiltrated their society by possessing some of their closest allies.

Lotor also has shades of Rufus Shinra: seizes command after his father’s death, possibly still evil but everyone loves him anyway, commands a Quirky Mini Boss Squad:

Featuring in order: the One Who Rushes Into Everything, the Most Competent Right-Hand, the Quiet One, and the Plucky Redhead.

Of course, when the world needs saving from certain doom, a most beloved band of bizarre heroes will arise to answer destiny’s call:

The Stringy Inherited-Sword-Wielding Hero With Wack Hair

It’s a running gag to refer to him as a lone wolf and disinterested in other people, but under his prickly facade is a much softer, confused boy who is struggling hard with identity issues. He’s forced into a leadership role for which he is particularly ill-suited, and even though most people will leave the game/the show with the impression that he really grew into his leadership, the sum total of his accomplishments is actually causing far more trouble than would have occurred if he had just stayed home.

His obsession with finding and defeating light-haired pretty boy causes everyone no small amount of grief and then he ends up siding with said light-haired pretty boy anyway...

Can’t overcome the fact that he is deeply connected to the very thing he must defeat; he has Jenova Galra genes that lead him to question his role in the universe and whether or not he is a monster.

Incurably socially awkward country boy. Let’s mosey!

He learned everything he knows from:

The Black-Haired Best Friend with a Scar on His Face

Older, wiser, and in every way more competent than the stringy hero, this guy, complete with noticeable black and purple color scheme, is REAL hero material. He’s been through it all: held captive for year(s) by the mad scientist, “upgraded” and experimented upon with intentions of creating a true Super Soldier, something-something clones everywhere something-something... He has the good attitude and the powerful loyalty necessary to be a shining example of a white knight for the princess and is the standard which stringy hero knows he will never exceed. Stringy hero looks up to this guy more than anyone in the entire world, and this guy would give it all--even his life--to protect the people who mean the most to him. Complete with dramatic mid-series meaningful haircut!

Despite being a fan favorite, the creators spend more time writing this guy out of the series than they do actually using him to his best potential...

Shiro also has some shades of Vincent Valentine: atoner who fears he has become a monstrous tool for the enemy, despite his deep-down incredibly good heart. Some people like to pair him with the Genki Girl.

Mostly seen in the company of:

Princess Last of Her Kind

Don’t let her soft looks and pink color motif fool you! The “princess” is a strong, independent girl who does what she wants, when she wants, up to and including sacrificing herself to save the day when all the other heroes fail at life. As the last of her mystical and mysterious race, she possesses strange magics that allow her to feel the life force of all living beings and tap into the very energy that Shinra the Galra Empire are harvesting. Capable of wielding a staff, her actual greatest strength is her healing magic, which has the power to bring an entire planet back from the brink of death.

Her people were destroyed from within by betrayal at the hands of the calamity, and their sole remaining Plot MacGuffin, the white materia Voltron is the only thing left that can save the world. Despite being technologically advanced beyond all reason, her people were ancient peacekeepers who still, inexplicably, built stone temples.

The Promised Land Oriande is not a faerie tale.

Strongly flower-themed:

Then we have:

The Brilliant Young Rascal

As a character, Pidge isn’t actually a one-for-one to anyone in FF7. Yuffie’s acrobatic stunts and mischievous Genki Girl personality embody one obvious part of Pidge, but Yuffie lacks Pidge’s tech-ish brilliance and competent follow-through. In that regard, Pidge is actually somewhat closer to Red XIII: smart, inquisitive, and usually mature, their deep inner-conflicts, especially regarding the fate of their fathers, reveal their weaknesses and the truth that they’re still young, uncertain people who fear for the future of their world and sometimes feel helpless in the face of the staggering tasks put before them. They are deeply attuned to nature but also raised by someone whose technology is capable of revealing incredible truths about the universe. Both of them are also fish out of water when it comes to befriending new people, and they often feel like they do better on their own than trying to rely on people who aren’t part of their trusted family.

Courage the Cowardly Cat

Although it’s certainly tempting to compare Hunk to Barret, based somewhat on appearance and even, to a certain extent, on personality--Barret is a huge softy underneath who just loves his family and wants to do right in the world--Hunk has much more in common with Cait Sith, the robotic cat/moogle combo who is secretly an alter ego for the brilliant architect Reeve Tuesti. Cowardly and often the butt of jokes from teammates and enemies alike, Cait Sith is frequently underestimated and flies under the radar, allowing him to keep his own secrets even while sticking his nose in just about everyone else’s business. Although he’s not initially sold on the heroes’ goal of saving the world, he soon has a change of heart that makes him into a fast and loyal ally. Despite the fact that he’s made of “fluff,” in the hour of greatest need, it’s Cait Sith who steps up to rescue everyone, essentially single-handedly saving the world.

His creator is an incredible and genius engineer who longs to use his creations to better the lives of common people, but he’s also sarcastic and unafraid to tell it like it is, even if that means he’s telling his own allies where they’ve messed up badly.

His predictions about the future always seem to come true...

The Emotional Backbone of the Party

Don’t get me wrong, both Lance and Tifa are formidable fighters on their own, whose talents shine in different areas of combat than the traditional sword-wielding heroes. But their greatest strengths actually seem to lie in their ability to support their allies. When stringy hero falls into despair and falters in his leadership, it’s this right-hand role who steps up to bear the weight and get the party back on track. The voice of reason and drive, Lance and Tifa are go-getters who won’t let anyone settle for giving less than their best, and they definitely aren’t willing to sit around listening to tired old excuses when they could be out saving the world. Razzle Dazzle time!

They are both influenced strongly by their families and tend to listen to the feelings and struggles of others much more than they are willing to share their own feelings and fears. The others come to rely on them as an emotional crutch, whose central job it is to reassure, validate, and empower the team, sometimes at the cost of their own happiness.

But they weren’t always this way, and in fact, in the past, they happened to be a bit shallow and excitable, with a penchant for throwing themselves into situations which were way, way too far out their league and for rarely, if ever, listening to good advice. Head-strong and romantic, they started out as dreamers before the war took its toll.

They definitely had a rocky beginning with their stringy hero--they were not friends--but, by the middle end of the series, have grown and matured as characters into a strong person who not only helps guide the hero but also holds up better in the face of all the trauma and suffering the party experienced.

Even being such a central character, they get a bare minimum amount of dialogue, leading many fans to interpret the character however they see fit, causing both Lance and Tifa to become common stand-ins for the fans themselves.

(Despite both losing their place as the “heart of the party” to the “Princess,” they never become jealous of her.)

And finally:

Coranic The Mechanic

Coran and Cid Highwind don’t have that much in common in terms of personality, except both being extreme dorks with notable accents, but I wonder how much of that is because Voltron is a kids’ show and Cid’s chain-smoking, curse-laden, women-abusing attitude just wouldn’t fly in a place like that. In terms of story role, they fill the exact same niche: the older male mechanic who advises and leads when needed to, despite his advice often seeming eccentric at best to those he’s trying to lead. He’s in charge of flying the ship while the others race off into danger, and if you lay one dirty finger on his baby, he will probably throw you overboard.

Tough as nails, despite all appearances, but also tried, true, and loyal to a fault. Won’t give up, even in the face of insurmountable danger, and gets a big kick out of killing bad guys. Impeccable timing for dramatic last second saves.

PHEW, got ‘em all!

In case you need anything else to convince you that you’re watching an at least partially repackaged story, don’t forget the:

Bizarre Egyptian-themed ancient stone temple where the mystical race of the Cetra Alteans kept the deepest secrets of their magic.

Really unlucky magic rock from space.

Gigantic killer robot beasts.

An overly-drawn-out and somewhat poorly explained clone plot line that just leaves the fans even more confused.

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And OF COURSE: infamously long unskippable summoning sequences.

tl;dr:

If you’re in the game of predicting where Voltron’s future plot might go, you would not be misguided to go play FF7 as fuel for your predictions. And if you’re a Voltron fan who still hasn’t played FF7... What are you even doing with your life? Get out of here!

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Confessions, Kisses, and a Jumper

Hey guys! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, your girl has ideas for this. You don’t even know, man. I’m feelin’ the fluff (and the hell of second hand embarrassment). Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Requested: Yep

Anonymous Requested: Hiya!!! Could you do a really fluff george weasley x reader??? Maybe he’s been in love with the reader for the longest time and when she visits the burrow his whole family tease him until he eventually confesses? (Bonus if she steals his G jumper to wear ♡♡♡)

Warnings: none

The Burrow. It was your absolute favorite place to be, excluding Hogwarts. You loved the openness around the quaint little place as well as it’s cozy feeling. Not to mention that you also loved the redheads on the inside. Picking up your suitcase, you moved towards the front door from your cab. You didn’t even get halfway to the house before a swarm of people greeted you. You happened to notice the twins absence though. How odd.

“Oh, (Y/N), dear, it’s so good to see you again,” Molly said, grinning. You felt someone take your suitcase.

“Nice to see you too. And thanks for having me,” You said. Quickly, she lead you inside and into the kitchen.

“Now let’s have a look at you.” Her hands sat atop your shoulders as her eyes scanned your face and body. You watched as her pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“You’re too skinny, dear. Much too skinny,” She said. You smiled. Molly always said that about you.

“Well, I’m sure you know just how to fix that.” Molly’s eyes twinkled as she laughed. Before long, you wandered into the living room with a muffin in hand and sat in your favorite chair. Ron smiled at you from the couch.

“I reckon George will be happy to see you,” He chuckled.

“I haven’t seen hide nor hair of Georgie since school got out,” You said. You and George were usually attached at the hip, but you’d been off in America this summer visiting some great anunt you didn’t know you had. People usually joked that you were the long lost sister that made the twins, triplets. You didn’t feel that way towards George though. Unsurprisingly, you were head over heels for the younger twin.

“Well, he’s been waiting all morning just to give you a hug. You should go say hi,” Ginny said, leaning over your chair to hug you herself.

“It would be rude not to,” You giggled. With that, you rocketed up the stairs and landed just outside the door to the twins room. You knocked lightly.

“We’re very busy,” One of them yelled.

“Too busy for me?” You asked with mock sadness. The door flew open and George wrapped his arms around you, spinning you around. Fred laughed loudly.

“(Y/N)! You’re back! Great to see you,” George laughed, squeezing you tightly. You laced your arms around his neck.

“I told you should’ve come with me. It was sooooo boring without you,” You said. And it had been.

Your great aunt was a little, grey, ninety year old lady who looked far older. She’d been sweet, but incredibly boring. Of course, there wasn’t much to do there either considering her closest neighbors were a mile in either direction and the nearest town was an hour away. God, you’d wished George had come with you. At least then you would have had someone to dip around with. It was incredible how much you’d actually missed him. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Fred began to speak.

“Wow, mate, did ya’ really miss your bird that much?” Fred asked.

“Shut up,” George grumbled, flushing lightly.

“Do I get a hug from you or do you not like me anymore?” You asked, holding your arms out to Fred. He held his hands up, shaking his head with a grin.

“Oh no, wouldn’t want the little brother getting jealous,” He teased. You laughed as you leaned into George. You were so happy to see him again that you nearly kissed him. Leaning your head back into his shoulder, you looked up at him.

“Did ya miss me, Georgie?” You asked, sweetly.

“Oh he missed you alright. You should’ve heard him at ni…”

“You’re hungry, right (Y/N)?” George yelled, steering you towards the stairs. You snorted, knowing the sexual jokes always made him uncomfortable. He more or less picked you up and carried you down stairs to the kitchen where Molly was starting dinner (despite the fact that it was barely noon). She smile when the two of you entered the kitchen.

“Oh aren’t you two just the cutest,” She said. You smiled, reaching for a second muffin.

“I know. (Y/N) might weigh me down a bit, but I really do make us look good,” George said, striking a pose.

“Oh yeah, you’re just, like, so totally cute.” He pouted at your tone.

“I’m very cute,” He said. Laughing, you patted his cheek. You agreed with him. He was the cutest boy you’d ever seen.

“The absolute cutest,” You said, squishing his cheeks between your palms and giving him an eskimo kiss. The skin under your hands became warm and it took everything you had not to laugh.

“Go on you two,” Molly laughed, shooing you out of the kitchen.

A few seconds later, you were sitting in his lap in the living room. You’d turned towards him so you could play with his hair. He’d grown it out since you told him you thought he’d look good with it that way. You were right. He very much did. Suddenly, Ginny laughed behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you could see the youngest Weasley’s trying and failing to stifle their laughter. You raised an eyebrow at them.

“What?” You asked. Ginny shook her head.

“God, George, could you get any redder?” She laughed. A quick look at his face told you that, no, he couldn’t get redder.

“Merlin, (Y/N), what are you doing over there?” Ron asked.

“Braiding his hair.” Both of them lost it, laughing for an uncomfortable amount of time as you turned back to George.

“I was right about the long hair. It suits you,” You said. He just watched you with an almost nervous smile on his lips. That was weird. You didn’t know George got nervous.

“I know, now I can really say I’ve got better hair than you,” He said. You glared, playfully.

“You wish.”

When dinner finally rolled around, you and George had taken places next to each other at the table as usual. All the Weasley’s snickered as you did. Glancing at George, you saw him glare at his family. A warning. One that probably meant they needed to shut their mouths. You almost wanted to know what he was hiding, but you figured he’d tell you himself at some point. As you settled in and began to eat, Molly caught your attention.

“(Y/N), dear, what color would you like your sweater this year?” She asked. Of course she would start knitting sweaters months early.

“Whatever color you make his,” You said, nodding to George.

“Why?” He asked, choking on his food.

“I thought you’d like to match with someone other than Fred for once,” You said, sweetly. His face burned brightly and you stifled a laugh by shoving a forkful of peas in your mouth.

“Awww, you and your girlfriend are gonna match, Georgie,” Fred joked.

“She should be so lucky,” George chuckled, sounding slightly strained. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh but just imagine it. We’d be the power couple of Hogwarts,” You chuckled, only half joking.

“True, but I’m a little out of your league,” He said. You snorted.

“I’m sure I could win you over with my sparkling wit and my, uh, assets,” You said, leaning towards him with your chest puffed out to a comedic size. With a start, George fell out of his chair.

“Ah, young love,” Mr. Weasley muttered, placing his hand over his wife’s.

“You okay?” You asked, leaning over to look at him.

“Great.” You pulled him back into his chair.

“Great now that you’re here,” Ginny said with a bad imitation of a swooning George. You rolled your eyes. He glared at her. He was beginning to go as red as he had in the living room earlier.

“You should’ve heard him, (Y/N). All summer it was ‘I wonder when (Y/N)’s getting back. I miss her so much’ we all got sick of hearing your name for a while there,” Ron said, smirking. Admittedly, you probably sounded about the same way to your own family with how often you talked about George. That was why they sent you back early.

“Awwww, I missed you too,” You sing songed, making obnoxious kissy noises as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Come off it,” George grumbled.

“I thought you missed her,” Ginny said, rather unhelpfully.

“Yeah, brother o’ mine, you were the one mumbling her name all ni…” Fred said. George flicked a spoonful of mashed potato’s at him to shut him up. You laughed, leaning back in your seat.

After a good hour or so, you yawned. Traveling took a lot out of a person, especially when they came to the Weasley household. Scooting your chair closer to George, you rested your head on his shoulder. He looked at you and you yawned again, running your fingers through your hair. Molly took one look at you and started to push you towards the stairs.

“Get to bed. You’ve had a long day,” She said, gently. Nodding, you made your way to the twins room, where you always slept.

“Where the hell are my pajamas?” You mumbled, sleepily digging through your bag.

After a few minutes of unsuccessful searching, you concluded that you probably threw them in your sister’s suitcase because you hadn’t had room in your own when you were packing to leave. Well, that put a damper on things. Looking around the room, your eyes landed on the little dresser. You began to rummage through it without much thought before you pulled out a big jumper. When you slid it on, you realized that it was George’s. Not only did the smell tip you off, but it had a big ‘G’ on the front. Shrugging, you crawled into bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

The next morning, you didn’t bother to get dressed when you went down for breakfast. They’d seen you without pants before. Nothing new there. As soon as you entered the kitchen, you saw Bill leaned against the counter. He smiled at you and you gave him a sleepy wave.

“What’re you doin’ here?” You yawned.

“Figured I’d come home and say hi while everyone else was still home. Didn’t expect to see you,” He said.

“Oh, well, it’s nice to see you. I’m just here ‘cause I wanted to see George,” You said. Bill’s lips curled into an amused smile as he scanned his eyes over the sweater you were wearing.

“It’s been a long time, are you two together now?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, reaching for a mug. He handed it to you, pouring you some (coffee/ tea/ etc.) with a raised eyebrow.

“No, why?” You asked. He laughed softly.

“Given your hair and the jumper, it looks like you might have gotten up to something,” He teased. You blinked at him, absent mindedly trying to smooth your hair. It had no interest in being smoothed.

“’M hungry,” You said, vaguely wandering into the dining room.

“Morning,” You muttered, picking over the food on the table and ignoring the way everyone stared at you. When you finally filled your plate and sat down, you looked up at everyone.

“What are you wearing?” George asked. You glanced down.

“Your sweater. I slept in it last night.” The family continued to stare at you as you buttered a piece of toast. “Bill said I had sex hair.”

“He what?” Molly sputtered. You smiled at her.

“He said I had sex hair, well, implied it anyway,” You said. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw George flush red.

“Ohhh, Georgie, what’d you get up to last night?” Fred asked, elbowing his twin.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” George spat out automatically. You snorted a laugh at how uncomfortable he seemed. Still, you felt a little bad about it. You didn’t mean to get him teased.

Throughout breakfast the family teased George relentlessly. The second you were done eating, he dragged you from the table. You didn’t even get to finish you (coffee/tea/etc.). He pulled you all the way up to his room, face red in embarrassment. You smiled softly at him and yawned, still not totally awake. He watched you as you rubbed your face with the sleeves of his jumper. Despite the fact that you had slept in it, it still smelled like him which was nice.

“I need to talk to you,” He said in an uncharacteristically serious voice.

“Here I be. Talk away,” You said, sitting criss cross on his bed. He couldn’t seem to look you in the eye; expertly avoiding it by looking at the top of your head.

“I missed you. A lot,” He said. You smiled, reaching to give him a hug and successfully circling your arms around his middle.

“I missed you too, you goof,” You said. He shifted uncomfortably.

“No, uh, merlin this is hard,” He said.

“That’s what she said,” You giggled. A soft laugh vibrated your cheek where you’d pressed it to his stomach.

“Do you take anything seriously, (Y/N)?” He asked.

“That’s rich coming from you.” He gave you a nervous smile, rubbing the back of his neck. His grin was sheepish and lopsided. You tipped your head to the side, realizing that he really did have something to tell you.

“This would be much easier if you weren’t wearing my jumper,” He said.

“Well, I’d take it off but, I’m not wearing anything underneath,” You said, shrugging. The tips of his ears turned cherry red and he sat next to you, staring directly ahead.

“I love you,” He said, still rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh.” That was the best answer you had at the moment. Your dreams were coming true, so your brain was short circuiting. George still didn’t look at you, but he didn’t move either. He seemed to be frozen in some kind of embarrassed haze. Slowly, you crawled into his lap.

“I love you too,” You said. His face erupted into a huge grin.

“Kiss me immediately,” He demanded. Who were you to deny him?

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed you lips to his in a feather light touch. They were warm and far softer than you imagined they would be. It felt like a switch flipped in your brain and everything made sense. It felt like you’d just found your soulmate, as corny as that sounds. George rubbed your sides lightly, holding you as though you were a precious jewel. The kiss was soft with some nose bumping and little giggles. Every part of you just felt warm. When the two of you pulled apart, you rested your foreheads against each other and smiled.

“Is this what they’ve been bugging you about this whole time?” You asked. He nodded.

“Seems stupid that I was so afraid of telling you,” He said. You shrugged, laughing lightly.

“I love you,” You said, pecking his lips again.

“I love you too. Ha, I can say that as much as I want now. I could scream it from the roof if I wanted!” He laughed, jumping up. He was actually going to scream it from the roof. You knew him.

“George no,” You said, reaching for him. He was already halfway out the window.

“George yes.” Well, he might be an idiot, but he was your idiot.

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The Sexton Brothers Box Set by Jeannine Colette and Lauren Runow is LIVE! There is bonus content, including a new epilogue and love letters!

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AUSTIN

“Tell me a secret,” I ask.

“I’m falling for you.”

Austin Sexton is a bad-boy media mogul and heir to the Sexton Empire. On the outside, he’s a whiskey-slinging bachelor with the world on a string. Problem is, strings break easily.

Deep within lies a war hero who refuses accolades. He buries his pain with his vices, and against my better judgment, I’ve become one of them.

No matter how hard I try to push him away, his secrets draw me in. This man, who appears careless, has passion. If I were looking for someone in my life, I could see myself falling for a guy like him.

Good thing love is the last thing I’m looking for.

BRYCE

“Truth or dare?”

“I’ll take your dare.”

“Kiss me.”

I don’t believe in Prince Charming, but when I met a handsome stranger on a rooftop his words intrigued me and his dares left nothing but temptation.

Then I learned the truth.

His name is Bryce Sexton. Media mogul, workaholic and a heart of stone. He’s broody AF and yet every woman in San Francisco wants him.

So why won’t he leave me alone?

Wherever I go, he’s there, trying to force his way into my world. What he doesn’t know is I already have a man in my life. A tiny redhead who loves Legos and Superheroes.

With every push, Bryce pulls me in further. Our pasts are laced with betrayal. Our futures are unpredictable. Our chemistry is explosive.

With each dare I uncover a truth, but he's exactly what I don’t need right now.

So why did I have to go and kiss him?

TANNER

We’re two strangers on a train, knowing whatever we decide in the next moment might dictate our fate for the rest of our lives.

“A kiss was all I needed.”

“Looks like you got what you wished for.”

“Yes. About that…”

My plan: find a finely dressed businessman, have a one-night stand, and forget about my failed relationship.

Like a bad joke, my ex walks into the bar. That’s when a gorgeous man wearing street clothes, messy hair, and the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen lays a kiss on me. It’s meant to rile up my ex but leaves me breathless and wanting more instead.

Then he’s gone.

So, I do what any rational person would. I chase after him onto the subway and embark on a wild night in New York City with a complete stranger.

No matter how much I fight it, this mysterious man painted his soul onto my skin. If it’s not meant to be, why can’t I forget about him?

About the Author:

Lauren Runow is the author of multiple Adult Contemporary Romance novels, some more dirty than others. When Lauren isn't writing, you'll find her listening to music, at her local CrossFit, reading, or at the baseball field with her boys. Her only vice is coffee, and she swears it makes her a better mom!

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Lucy and Viv Put in a Shower

S1;E18 ~ January 28, 1963

Synopsis

Lucy decides that her home needs another shower and asks Harry to help her install it. Harry and Eddie get out of helping by paying a local plumber to do the job under the guise of being an old friend. After Lucy drives him away with her meddling, she and Viv finish the job themselves, nearly drowning as a result!

Regular Cast

Lucille Ball (Lucy Carmichael), Vivian Vance (Vivian Bagley), Jimmy Garrett (Jerry Carmichael), Ralph Hart (Sherman Bagley), Dick Martin (Harry Connors)

Candy Moore (Chris Carmichael) does not appear in this episode, although the character is mentioned and is the catalyst for Lucy wanting to install a second shower.

Guest Cast

Donald Briggs (Eddie Collins) makes the fourth of his seven appearances as Viv’s on-again / off-again boyfriend.

Eddie’s pet name for Viv is “Tootsie”.

Stafford Repp (Joe Melvin, a plumber from Ridgebury) made a career of playing policemen even before he became famous as Chief O'Hara on TV’s “Batman” (1966-68). He played two different officers of the law on “Dennis the Menace” in 1962 and 1963, alongside “The Lucy Show’s" Mr. Mooney, Gale Gordon. Coincidentally, “Dennis the Menace” had their own Mr. Mooney, who was a police officer! Repp returned to “The Lucy Show” for “Lucy Is a Process Server” (S2;E27) and did 1970 episode of “Here’s Lucy” as (what else?) a police detective!

This episode was filmed on December 13, 1962. It is sometimes referred to as “Lucy the Plumber”.

This is one of two Season 1 episodes (as well as 30 others) that somehow fell out of copyright and into public domain, which accounts for its appearance in low-cost / low quality DVDs.

The original broadcast was sponsored by Jell-O, and featured the product in the opening and closing credits.

There was even a special commercial featuring Vivian Vance, Jimmy Garrett, and Ralph Hart in character extolling the ease and versatility of Jell-O. During season one all actors except Lucille Ball participated in such ‘in-character’ commercials. In her medium shots, Vivian Vance’s eyes are clearly reading from the teleprompter just over Ralph Hart’s head.

The day this episode aired, January 28, 1963, film director John Farrow (inset photo) died. Farrow directed Lucille Ball in the 1939 movie Five Came Back. The film was made at RKO Studios. In January 1963, RKO was known as Desilu Studios and Lucille Ball was its president. Farrow was married to another redhead, Maureen O'Sullivan, and left behind seven children, including daughter Mia Farrow.

Harry’s favorite dish is Eggs Benedict.

When Chris hogs the bathroom, Jerry and Sherman are washing their hands in the kitchen sink before going to the Y to play basketball. Jerry says that at the Y, “They frown on filth!” The Y has been mentioned in several episodes so far, and in “Lucy Digs Up a Date” (S1;E2) we see inside Danfield’s new YMCA.

Reinforcing the YMCA theme, the boys have a pennant for Indian Guides. The youth nature program started in 1926, although the name later morphed into Y Indian Guides, then simply Y Guides.

Lucy prices putting in the new shower with Paisley the Plumber. His prices are so high that Lucy says they are in danger of needing “socialized plumbing.”

“The only way to get clean is to be filthy rich.”

These jokes are clearly about the high cost of health care in America, which was a topical issue, even in the early 1960s. In 1962, President Kennedy appeared at a rally at Madison Square Garden to promote the King-Anderson Bill, an early form of Medicare. In February 1963, just a week after this episode aired, author Ayn Rand gave a talk in Ocean, New Jersey, against socialized medicine.

When the water in the shower begins rising to shoulder level, Lucy says “Where’s Lloyd Bridges when you need him?” Lloyd Bridges was the star of “Sea Hunt” (1958-1961), a TV series about a scuba diver which featured extensive underwater filming. He was also mentioned in the same context in “Lucy Buys a Boat” (S1;E30). Bridges played a doctor on the season five opener of “Here’s Lucy” in 1972.

To allow for another camera angle, the wall inside the shower stall opposite the taps was made of glass. It is not visible when the camera shoots from the front. While it is supposed to be invisible (the ‘fourth wall”) it collects water drops and Lucy puts her hands on it for support.

At one point Lucy doubts Joe is really a plumber and says “You could fool the panel on ‘What’s My Line’.” “What’s My Line” was the name of a popular CBS quiz show which had three blindfolded celebrity panelists trying to guess the profession of a mystery guest by asking yes or no questions. It ran from 1950 to 1967 so it aired during both “I Love Lucy” and “The Lucy Show.” Lucille Ball was a celebrity guest six times between 1954 and 1965, one of which was broadcast just a few months after this episode. Desi Arnaz appeared on “What’s My Line” three times, one of which was alongside Lucy.

In this episode, both the Statue of Liberty and Mount Rushmore are used as punchlines. Lucy voiced Lady Liberty in “Swing Out Sweet Land,” a 1971 TV special celebrating American history.

When the water causes the plaster to fall from the ceiling, the production uses an insert shot of the water-stained kitchen ceiling. Of course, the show’s sets had no ceilings to accommodate lighting, so this shot had to be recreated and inserted into the film.

VIV: “Lucy, I wanna tell you something. This is absolutely the last time I slip into my coveralls to be an apprentice on one of your dreadful little projects.” LUCY: “Aw, no. These are things we’re gonna look back on and laugh at one day when we’re old and gray.” VIV: “And from the way things are going that may be next week.”

This sentimental dialogue at the end of the episode pretty much sums up Lucille Ball and Vivian Vance’s comic partnership. Of course, this is far from the last time she slips on those coveralls to help Lucy get out of a predicament. The pair did indeed stay friends off screen until they were old and gray.

Between takes, the crew kept the set laughing with this funny sign.

Shower Scenes!

She’s not exactly Marion Crane from Psycho (1960), but Lucy’s shows had their fair share of shower scenes.

In the “I Love Lucy” pilot Lucy and Ricky Ricardo are standing in their bathroom in front of a shower curtain.

Ricky RIcardo loved to sing in the shower - which actually moved locations! In “Bonus Bucks” (1954) it was a shower stall and In “Little Ricky Learns to Play the Drums” (1957) it is a tub shower! (BTW, both bathrooms are in their second, larger apartment.)

In “Lucy Goes to Sun Valley” (1958), everyone seems to interrupt guest star Fernando Lamas when he is trying to take a shower. She also interrupted the shower of Cornel Wilde in “The Star Upstairs” (1955).

At the end of “Lucy is a Referee” (S1;E3), Lucy Carmichael beds down in the tub and mistakenly turns on the shower.

Viv took an unscheduled ‘safety’ shower in the chemistry lab when “Lucy and Viv Take Up Chemistry” (S1;E23).

Lucy Carter barged in on Harry’s shower in “Lucy Stops a Marriage” (HL S3;E16) in 1970.

Lucy Carter has a realization in the shower, when she visited Danny Williams on “Make Room For Granddaddy” (S1;E16) in 1971.

Blooper Alerts!

Floor Plan Fiasco! This is the second time we have visited Jerry and Sherman’s bedroom, the first being “Lucy and Her Electric Mattress” (S1;E12). A quick pan to the left side of the room reveals that there is a dresser where the boys’ bunk beds were located. In that episode the Indian Guides pennant was just to the right of the door. It is now just to the right of the shower, which was formerly a closet.

Talk Show Stories! Lucille Ball later stated that she nearly drowned during the filming of this episode, when she went to the bottom and found herself unable turn herself upright. Vivian Vance realized she was in trouble, and pulled Lucy up by her hair. Vance ad-libbed until Lucy could catch her breath and resume her lines. The near-disastrous moment was edited for broadcast so that we see Lucy go down, Viv react to her distress, and then Lucy surface again. It is clear there was an edit in the film due to water levels in the tank between the takes. This scene was probably rehearsed without water and then done in one take. Later in her career, Lucille Ball also stated that she nearly drowned while doing the grape stomping in “Lucy’s Italian Movie” (ILL S5;E23).

Shoddy Construction! Grasping at the top of the shower door, Lucy accidentally knocks loose the chrome trim.

Fast Forward!

At the end of the episode, Lucy convinces Viv to help her plaster the ceiling after the shower damage. Eleven months later, Lucy and Viv are once again plastering the kitchen ceiling after Sherman accidentally leaves the bathtub water running in “A Loophole in the Lease” (S2;E12).

Lucy Carmichael again did her own plumbing in “Lucy and the Plumber” (S3;E2) starring Jack Benny and Bob Hope as plumbers!

A scene from this episode was included in “Lucy and Viv Reminisce” (S6;E16), the series’ only clips episode.

On “Here’s Lucy,” Richard Burton disguised himself as Sam the Plumber in “Lucy Meets the Burtons” (HL S3;E1). Burton recited Shakespeare while fixing her bathroom sink but an unimpressed Lucy Carter refused to pay extra for it!

The episode was playing in the background during the short horror film Room To Breathe (2006). The show’s opening credit sequence was also included. It likely was chosen as it is in public domain and no royalty fee or permission were needed for its use.

In 2017 “Will & Grace” repeated the shower stall stunt in “Who's Your Daddy?” (S9;E2) with Debra Messing (Grace) and Megan Mullalley (Karen) trying to keep their heads above water. In Spring 2020, the pair transformed into Lucy and Ethel for one of the final episodes of their sitcom's reboot. Lucie Arnaz was also in the cast.

It seems that several real-life plumbers on Tumblr are Lucy fans! Or plumbing fans! Or both!

“Lucy and Viv Put In a Shower” rates 5 Paper Hearts out of 5

A nominee for Best Picture 2019 in the Desilu Academy Awards!

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//You got romantic styles things because you encouraged me and that was a terrible thing to do.

M’gann is forever worried about Dick because that kid is reckless as hell and he knows no chill when someone pisses him off. On more than one occasion she’s flown him out of somewhere because she thinks he’s bitten off more than he can chew and he gets really grumpy about it. She usually just kisses him a bit and is extra sweet and he forgets about it in favour of cuddles.

Dick is always surprising her with romantic things for the two of them, sometimes a meal or sometimes going out dancing or whatever. Whenever food is concerned he doesn’t make it since he will burn the house down trying, but he’ll always have nice candle lighting and he’ll dress nicer and of course, he’ll be extra sweet the whole time.

Dick and M’gann both have awful nightmares. When she has them he holds her close and kisses her forehead and reminds her how much he loves her and that she’s not alone. When he has them she usually holds him and runs her fingers through his hair and needs to remind him that he’s only human and he can’t save everyone, she usually throws ‘I love you’s in there a bit too.

Dick has a terrible habit of falling asleep with his head in her lap after a long night on patrol. He almost always comes home and is so glad to be with her than he just takes off his Nightwing outfit and just cuddles up with her, but more often than not, he falls asleep there. She never moves him since she thinks he’s cute when he nuzzles up against her in his sleep with his little smile so she usually just sleeps there with him on top of her.

[Bonus because I FUCKING CAN]: It didn’t take long for people to clue into Dick’s weakness for redheads when he started dating M’gann. People started making jokes that redheads were all he cared and that he’d fall in love with anything red. Wally almost lost a tooth when Dick was with M’gann and heard him say that because he gets all the offended when people think he’s with her for any reason other than love.

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Mike was fully aware that he had a greater than average amount of secrets. He was keeping his past as a failed drug dealer from the rest of the firm. His history as a LSAT cheater from Rachel specifically and everyone else more broadly. He was keeping quite a few things from Trevor and his Grammy and Jenny. He was keeping absolutely everyone in the dark, including Harvey and Donna, concerning his rather dubious past.

In which Mike is a secret ninja, Harvey has secret feelings and Donna while not technically omniscient comes frighteningly close.

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The Chilton Hotel, Five Minutes after Rick Sorkin’s Scheduled Interview with Harvey Specter; Attorney at Law

“Rick Sorkin?” Mike was not Rick Sorkin. “Mr. Sorkin you are five minutes late, is there a reason I should let you in.” Mike is also very out of breath.

“Look, I’m just trying to ditch the cops okay, I don’t really care if you let me in.” Mike is an honest person. Mostly.

The red head, because of course she was a redhead, leaned back and winked at whoever was in the room. Probably some hot shot lawyer looking for an associate. It figured. Because Mike...well, Mike did not have good luck. Mike had terrible luck, and the universe loved to laugh at him.

“Mr. Specter will be right with you.” Mike frowned, shoved an extremely inappropriate joke down into the recesses of his brain and tried to gain control of his breathing.

As it has previously been established, Mike’s life is a cosmic joke that constantly plagues him. So of course as soon as he reaches out to shake the unfairly attractive man’s hand his mysterious suitcase of drugs bursts open to rain pot down on the very expensive and fancy looking carpet. Of course. Because this, this is Mike Ross’s life. Hilarious. (Also, the reasons behind the mysterious pot filled suitcase are not actually important beyond the fact that Trevor is a Dick with a capital D. Also you do not need to know who Trevor is beyond the fact that he is the President of Dick Town, three years running.)

“Whoa,” Mr. Specter has no idea the amount of universe guaranteed bullshit that he’d just stepped in. Mike almost feels sorry for him. Almost.

“I, I can explain that.” Mike said, because in spite of everything he still likes to try his best to swim out of the shit pile. Mr. Specter raised his eyebrows at him. “I’m not Rick Sorkin.”

“I figured.”

“I also have a chronically shitty friend who I can’t say no to.”

“Are you really telling me that you’re holding a suitcase of pot for a friend?” Mike winced, why couldn’t he get a dumb unfairly attractive lawyer to bamboozle into letting him out of this hotel room? Why oh why was this his life?

“Not exactly.” Mr. Specter peered at him. Mike had been peered at only on three very special occasions. Two of those had been by his Grammy who was an expert at peering. Mr. Specter came very close.

“Pick up your pot and take a seat.” Mike blinked. He wasn’t being kicked out, handed over to the cops or politely escorted into a police cruiser. Interesting.

“Okay-” he hurried to shove the weed into his suitcase and pulled out the chair across from Mr. Expensive Suit. Seriously, the thing probably cost more than Mike’s rent for a month. Two months, maybe more. Mike didn’t know much about suits.

“Start from the beginning.” Mr. Specter leaned back in his chair to regard him with a smirk and way too much confidence for a man who’d just been blindsided with a briefcase full of drugs.

“Well, like I said my friend makes really shitty decisions.” Mike started, because Grammy had raised him to be honest whenever possible. “We- well we had a sort of falling out last year and it’s been pretty shaky. But he’s basically family and you do stupid shit for family.” Was he cursing too much? Screw it, he’d had a stressful day he’d curse as much as he bloody well wanted to. Fuck. “I knew he was in some deep trouble but I wasn’t sure... anyway. He called me up this morning to tell me he was being held at gunpoint and he needed me to deliver this suitcase to the Chilton Hotel, Room 809.” Mike ran a hand through his hair, feeling irritated and unsettled. Fucking Trevor. “So I did, because I’m a fucking idiot apparently. I get to the room and there are two undercover cops trying to break in. I managed to get by them but only barely. I asked the bellhop what time it was and booked it, which leads me to here...and now.”

“Being mistaken for Rick Sorkin.” Mr. Specter shook his head, incredulous at the fuckup that was Mike Ross. Not that he knew Mike’s name. Yet.

“Yeah.” Now what? Was this the part where Mr. Spector called the cops? Shit Mike didn’t have that much money, he’d never be able to afford bail. Who would take care of Grammy while he was in prison for Fuckupery?

“How the hell did you know they were the police?” Mike shrugged. In for a penny he supposed, and dove into the Mysterious World of Mike’s Memory. Genius kid extraordinaire. Mr. Specter looked suitably impressed.

“Damn, and how much money was Trevor offering you to commit a felony?”

“Twenty grand.” Mike said and Harvey’s eyebrow ticked up.

“Why’d you ask them what time it was?”

“Throw him off, what sort of drug dealer asks a cop what time it is?” Mr. Specter snorted, seemingly in disbelief of Mike’s obvious genius.

“We should hire you, hell I’d give you the twenty thousand as a signing bonus.”

“Wh-seriously?” Mike narrowed his eyes, assessing his previous image of Harvey Specter, attorney at law. Suit Shark indeed.

“Well, unfortunately we only hire from Harvard, and not only have you not attended Harvard Law School- you haven’t even attended any law school.” Mike was quiet for a moment, thinking. Risk assessment. Could be stupid. Could be reckless. Harvey (and when had he become Harvey?) frowned at him. Could be great. “Have you?” Mike grinned.

“Mr. Specter I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” Mike stood, extending a hand. “Mike Ross, Harvard Law class of 09. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Harvey stared at him, gap mouthed. The moment stretched out long enough that it became awkward, what with Mike’s hand just hanging there between them. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Nope,” he stuck his hand in his pocket.

“You graduated Harvard?”

“You know, the tone of incredulity is a tad uncalled for.” It wasn’t.

“Why are you not working as a lawyer then?” Ah, the Tragic Backstory. How much is too much?

“Eh, I worked as an ADA for a minute.”

“And then you got fired.” Well first off..rude.

“No, not exactly.”

“Then what, exactly? Why would you leave the DA’s office to become a bike messenger?” Ah, so many reasons. So, so many reasons.

“It’s complicated.” Which actually meant that it was a Level Three friendship conversation, and Harvey was not yet at a Level One. Harvey raised an eyebrow at him, looking as though he was thinking about pulling the secrets out by force.

“So you’re a genius lawyer bike messenger who moonlights as a drug dealer to get his delinquent friend out of a jam.” Well when you put it like that.

“Yup.” Here’s the part where Harvey actually kicks him out.

“Unbelievable.” Harvey moved towards his desk. “You know Cameron Dennis?” Here is where Mike gets to raise his eyebrow. Because yes, of course he knows the DA.

“Yeah.” Tentative, you know, like how you answer when you’re not sure what the mood of the room is. Do we like Cameron Dennis? Do we hate him? (Mike hates him, a considerable amount, but that’s also quite complicated and not important at the moment.)

Harvey opened his laptop, and Mike prepared to grab his weed and run. “What are you doing?” he asked, because when faced with jail time it’s best to be blunt.

“I’m e-mailing the firm to tell them I’ve just hired our newest associate.” Mike sat down.

“Oh.” This is the noise Mike makes when surprised. Take note, it doesn’t happen often.

Pearson & Hardman, Mike’s first day, stupid o'clock in the morning

Mike was not impressed. Nope. Not even a little bit. With the fancy offices and the big windows, the shiny sign that read Pearson Hardman in big letters when he walked in.

He was also sure that Pearson Hardman was equally unimpressed with him, what with his messenger bag and scuffed shoes, mud splattered pants and general air of Poverty(TM).

“Mike Ross?” The gorgeous brunette asked, walking into the lobby. Because Pearson Hardman was the sort of place that had beauty standards, really Mike should be flattered he qualified. “I’m Rachel Zane I’ll be giving your orientation.”

“Wow, you’re really pretty.” Mouth, meet foot (who's he kidding they're old friends).

“Great, you’ve hit on me. Now we can get out of the way that I’m not interested.” Ouch, burn.

“Ah no sorry I-I wasn’t-” (I’ll spare you the sorry awkward exchange. Rest assured, it is very awkward. Que fast forward montage of shiny and impressive office orientation, insert appropriate oohing and ahhing here.)

Mike thought he was very impressive. Screw that, he was very impressive. Rachel was totally blown away by his awesome brain powers.

“You know what nobody likes? A show off.” says the girl who’s spent the last hour showing off how smart and pretty and With It she is. (Psst, Mike, nobody say's With it anymore. Psch, dumbass.)

“You used the word ogle!” she spun on her heel. No, literally spun, Mike had no idea that was something girls actually did. “Hey, when am I gonna get to see Harvey!” she did not turn around. Rude.

Well, if she wasn’t going to help him find Harvey then he was just going to have to find him himself. Shouldn’t be too hard, the way Rachel talked about him you’d think the sun shone out of his ass.

He supposed he could just ask someone, it would probably be better than wandering around like a lost puppy. He wasn’t going to do that though, that was boring. Instead he strode around like he owned the place, very purposeful and not pathetic at all. Now Mike had clearly not given the hot redhead enough credit before. I mean, yes, she was Level 10 hot, out of his league and so very, very intimidating. Like he was pretty sure if he got to close he'd cut himself on her eyebrows or lose his soul by proximity to her glare. He inched forward cautiously.

“No,” he blinked, her nameplate read Donna and she was even more intimidating in this, her natural habitat.

“Um,”

“Harvey’s not here.”

“I can see that.”

“Don’t you have puppy lawyer things to go do?” She asked, quirking a deadly and immaculately carved eyebrow at him, her fingers never pausing on her keyboard, moving at blinding speeds.

“No actually, I do not, as I have yet to speak to Harvey. So if I could just-” he gestured towards the empty (lavish and impressive) office. Donna sighed, and pointedly turned away to ignore him. He took this as unofficial permission and slipped inside.

This, this was without a doubt the coolest office he’d ever seen. Not that he’d seen that many offices. Cameron’s office wasn’t this cool. Cameron’s office was boring as shit compared to this. Harvey’s office had a fucking wall of records. It beat the pants off of Cameron’s office.

Mike walked over to the giant ass window to stand and look down at all the New-Yorkers below like a fucking giant. Fear me peasants! I am your overlord! (yes, Mike is a giant dork, in case this was not already self evident.) This was the best. No wonder Harvey was so arrogant, with a view like this how could you not be?

“Mike,” Mike did not jump. Or startle. Or blink in an objectively shocked fashion. “I’m gonna have to let you go.” And we’re back to the universe sucking again. Mike was beginning to wonder if this was still his life.

“What?” Because there had to be an explanation, life couldn’t actually be that cruel.

“I just got reamed for lying to a client, and if they find out I lied about you being an upstanding citizen instead of a pothead they’ll take away my license.”

“You what?” said Donna over the intercom, sounding far too excited for this situation.

Mike, Mike had a decision to make. He liked to be honest, for the most part, but it was always a matter of what level of honesty to deploy...never maximum. Maximum honesty was bad and usually ended with him in the nuthouse. Medium honesty? Honesty abridged?

“Look, I have to put my own interests above yours, it’s nothing personal. You’re fired.” He sat down. Mike stared at him.

Now Mike rarely stared at people, he’d found with his IQ he tended to notice too much, so he avoided heavy eye contact as much as possible. But now he stared at Harvey. Really looked. Harvey’s jaw was clenched, his leg crossed over his knee, his shoulders tense but trying not to be. His eyebrow twitched. Mike came to a conclusion. An interesting, surprising, altogether unexpected conclusion. And that...that changed some things.

“So...you’re telling me you’re going to fire me because if they find out you lied about me you’ll lose your license. But if you fire me I can just tell them you lied and you’ll definitely lose your license.” he leaned back against the turntable, watching. Harvey stood up.

“Are you saying that if I throw you under the bus you’ll drag me down with you?” Mike shrugged.

“Hey, you said you’re putting your needs above mine. This is just me putting my needs up there with yours.” he grinned.

“You’re re-hired.” Harvey said, and walked out.

“Huh, I can’t believe that worked.” Mike mused.

“Me either.” Donna said over the intercom.

“Do you just listen in on all his conversations?”

“Yes.”

“Cool.”

Mike’s shitty apartment, after a long weird day at work, where Trevor the President of Dicktown awaits to employ his Dickery once again

“What are you doing here?” Mike did not need this right now. Mike needed the opposite of this. And a shower.

“Watching sports center. Booya!” Fuck you Trevor. “Also, it’s really fucking weird that you live in an old boxing gym dude.” Seriously fuck you Trevor. “You won’t return my phone calls.”

“Uh, yeah, because you set me up. Remember that?” Deep breaths. Deep calming breaths. In through the nose, think of Buddha. Or Gandhi. The path of non-violence or whatever.

“Did you forget the gun to my head part?” Mike’s mouth twitched. Fucking Trevor.

“Did you forget the part where being a fucking drug dealer gets you shot in the head?” Path of non-violence, path of non-violence. Fucking Trevor

“Oh, come on, how could I have known those guys had guns?”

“Uh, I don’t know Trevor, maybe because they’re fucking drug dealers!” Path of non-violence, path of non-violence.

“Look, I’m sorry okay. Let me make it up to you.” Mike’s mouth twitched again.

“You want to make it up to me? Give me my key back.” he held his hand out for it, chanting a mantra of peace and serenity in his head. Maybe it would work this time. Trevor handed over the key and Mike opened the door for him.

“Michael,” Trevor said, giving him that look. Seriously fuck that look, “you know I don’t wanna live in a world where we’re not tight.” he mimed boxing at him. For real he actually did that. Like a douche.

“Then kill yourself.” Mike said. Because the alternative was Mike killing him, and that was frowned upon in this society. “Get out.” Trevor left looking like a kicked puppy, and Mike let out the biggest breath, trying to shake out all the nerves and tension and fucking Trevor.

Now Mike needed a workout and a shower, in that order. He supposed it was his own fault for indulging him. He should have listened to his Grammy years ago and kicked him to the curb. But he was Trevor, they’d been together forever. Shared a childhood, puberty, a brief and fucked up college career. Mike didn’t have a lot of people, he couldn’t really afford to dump anybody, no matter how shitty and useless they were.

With a weary sigh he dumped his work shit and headed for the salmon ladder. It was going to be a long night.

#I don't know how to write short stories #Waiting for the Thunder #chapter 1 #my writing #mine #don't repost please

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