#he turns up at your hen do to find you and his mum drunk as FUCK together

[kingkatsuki]

Mother Mitsuki, who despite Masaru’s pleas, is way too invested in Bakugou and your relationship.

#pls I LOVE HER!!! #asking if you’re engaged yet every time you both visit for dinner #sending you wedding dress designs when you’re not even engaged #sending bakugou texts telling him to wife you up before you realise your mistake in choosing him and pick Deku instead #gifting the most inappropriate presents to try and get you pregnant #becoming the real bridezilla when you’re finally engaged and she isn’t even the one getting married #he turns up at your hen do to find you and his mum drunk as FUCK together #and he can’t help but shake his head at the sight as he tries to get you both back to his car because he loves you both so much #and he’s so glad you like each other too😭 #she’s at the hospital holding you in her arms whenever Bakugou is hurt like you just share the same pain #but god if she sends bakugou one more text with your ovulation schedule he’s blocking her #(he’ll never admit that it’s because of that text that he bends you over— just in case) #and it fills him with so much warmth when he watches you both share memories of him as a kid— even though he was an ugly fucking baby #and like when you both fight Mitsuki always checks up on you too🥺because she knows her son can be brash like her #but she knows that he’s so in love with you and wouldn’t wanna lose you #she’s definitely caught you both having sex in his childhood bedroom too tho

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First Chance at a Family

Day 2 of 2020′s 31 Days of Ficmas.  Thanks to @doctorroseprompts for the list!

Prompt: ginger/gingerbread

Rating: T

Pairing: 9xRose AU; mini-sequel to Second Chance at Forever

Summary: Rose & John’s journey to parenthood, told in 4 parts.  Warnings for: morning sickness, pregnancy, etc

2020 31 Days of Ficmas masterlist  |  Second Chance at Forever

AO3

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“Ugh.”  Wiping at her mouth Rose leaned back, closing the toilet lid and reaching for the flush.  Tilting over onto her side, she rested her heated face against the soothingly cold bathroom floor, feeling like death warmed over.  “This is the third morning in a row, and I’m starting to think it’s not the New Year’s hangover,” she mumbled into the tiles.  “I’m not ready to go there.”

Her one comfort was that John was surely already at work, blissfully unaware of the physical and mental turbulence occurring in her stomach.  No need to worry him before she had to.

“If I still don’t feel well tomorrow, I’ll go see a doctor,” she bartered with her stomach, hand hovering over it for a moment before clenching her fist and lowering it to the ground.  That, she felt, would be a tacit acknowledgement of the increasingly-likely scenario, and she wasn’t ready to face that yet.  “And if not, definitely the day after.”

She lay there for a few more minutes, eventually determining it was safe to resume her day.  Moving gingerly, she washed her face and brushed her teeth, pulling her dressing gown tightly around her as she shuffled towards the kitchen-

And froze, shocked to see her husband sitting at the table sipping from a mug and writing on a piece of paper.

“Morning,” he said flatly, not looking up.  “That’s for you.”  His head tilted in the direction of a steaming mug across from him, and she sank into the seat without taking her eyes off him.

Lifting the mug to her lips, she found ginger tea, her stomach clenching at the implication.

“I thought you had office hours this morning,” she broke the silence once she’d drunk half of it. “Why…”

“My wife is sick, I wanted to be here if she needed me.  However, I didn’t want to intrude if she wasn’t ready to tell me what’s going on?”

And just like that, she knew- that her fears were correct, and worse, John had clearly figured it out first.  Shit. In the back of her mind she knew this was a good thing, she should be happy about it, but we’ve only been married a year, it’s too soon!

She let out a sigh. “Technically, I don’t know what’s going on.  I just have… growing suspicions.”  Peeking up at him, she met his eye, his expression softening.

“I see.”  Setting down his pen John removed his glasses, rubbing at his face for a moment before rising, coming around the corner of the table to kneel beside her.  “I realized yesterday, and… it’s more than a suspicion.”

“That’s what I get for marrying a doctor,” she joked weakly, rubbing her thumb along his jawline.  “I wasn’t… keeping it from you, I just… hadn’t faced it yet myself.”

Leaning up, he pressed a kiss to her cheek.  “Okay. I’ve already called us both off, so why don’t we lie down for a cuddle, and not talk about it?”

“Okay,” she agreed, heart filling with love for such a wonderful, understanding partner.  “I’m gonna finish this tea, first, though.”

“Absolutely.”  John stood, resting his hand on her back and offering her a small smile.  “The ginger will help with the nausea.  So will a nap.”

Deciding to bring the mug to the bedroom with her, she let him guide her into bed, curling up in his arms with her head on his chest and his hands on her belly.

-

Seven nausea-filled days later found them sitting in an exam room, Rose aggressively chewing on a piece of ginger candy as she sat on the table looking around.  John was seated on the guest chair, seemingly enthralled with a pamphlet, though his bouncing leg gave evidence to his own anxiety.

“Oi.”

He looked up, blinking. “Yeah?”

“Why ginger?”

“What d’you mean?”

She gestured with the bag of candy in her hand.  “Why does this supposedly help?”  With every minute they had to wait she was growing more nervous, and nothing distracted her the way her husband could when he fell into ‘professor mode’.

John immediately abandoned the pamphlet on the countertop, leaning forward to brace his elbows on his knees.  “Well, first, it’s a traditional remedy dating back thousands of years, mostly in India and Southeast Asia, where it grows naturally.  It’s fairly interesting actually – it helps with a number of ailments, and isn’t limited to the digestive tract.  Current thought is that it’s an anti-inflammatory and anti-oxidant, and can cure sickness from motion and chemotherapy, not just-” he paused to wave at her, but was prevented from continuing by a rap on the door followed by it opening.

“Good morning,” the doctor said brusquely, stepping in.  “Noble?”

“Yes,” they chorused, Rose adding, “I’m Rose, this is John.”

The doctor nodded, consulting the iPad in his hand.  “Great, I’m Doctor MacMartin.  So, I have your test results.”  He sat on the stool, setting down the tablet and looking at her for the first time. “You’re pregnant.”

Despite having spent the last week coming to terms with the idea, the confirmation knocked the breath from Rose’s lungs.  Pregnant. A baby.  She looked to John, who was silent, eyes wide and surprised but pleased, with a silly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.  In response her own twitched, and suddenly they were beaming at each other, tears pricking at her eyes.

A baby.  A family.

And just like at the end of The Grinch, her heart expanded.

-

“I have literally never hated you more than I do at this moment.”

John, the bastard, had the gall to smirk, not pausing as he tucked her in.  “It’s just for two weeks,” he said cheerfully.  “Then our bundle of joy will be here, and you won’t want to get out of bed.  You should rest while you can.”

She huffed in response, folding her arms across her enormous belly.  At thirty-seven weeks she’d been placed on bed rest as a precaution, and two hours into it, she was already going mad.  John was fussing over her like a mother hen, and she already knew it would be worse when word spread and Donna and Jackie showed up to ‘help’. She was tired, and sore, and she hadn’t seen her feet in months, constant heartburn, and the most galling bit- “Why do you lie?”

“About what?”  Kicking his shoes off he settled himself next to her hip, one hand naturally settling to the bump and stroking, doing little to calm the rolling child within.

“‘Morning sickness’. More like ‘all day sickness’.  And why do you say it’s only during the first trimester?  Why am I still nauseous?  I mean, I know I haven’t actually been sick, but honestly, I don’t mind that so much- at least after I feel better, if only for a few minutes.  But there’s no relief!”

He clucked his tongue sympathetically, hand moving to caress her knee.  “I know it sucks, and you’ve had it rough.  But you’re doing brilliantly, really, and I’m so proud of you. You’re already such a great mum.” Leaning forward, he nabbed a ginger candy from the nightstand and handed it to her.  “Not much longer.”

“And to think, people say this is the easy part,” she muttered petulantly, unwrapping the candy and popping it in her mouth.  “I just wanna meet them.”  They’d decided, after weeks of squabbling, not to find out what they were having- the deciding factor had been when Pete had let slip Jackie’s plans for a gender reveal party, and Rose had put her foot down out of principle.

John was silent for a long minute, waiting out her sighing and grumbling until she settled.  “I know.  Me too.  But for now, can I tempt you with a movie instead?”

“Don’t you have to go to work?”  Even as she said the words she reached for her mobile, pulling up Netflix to broadcast it to the telly he’d set up.

“Nah,” he said easily, moving to sit next to her, close enough they were touching from hip to thigh. “And, I had one in mind.”  Nabbing her mobile, he held it out of her reach, typing one-handed.

Moments later the telly flicked on, Netflix opening on the movie credits, and she gasped.  “Top Hat!  My favorite.”

“I know,” John said smugly, dropping the mobile on the bed in favor of taking her hand.  “I know you and your Mum have Cliff Richards movies, and I want us to have something similar with little Florence.”

“Not happening,” she didn’t glance at him.  “Ginger and Fred- yes.  Florence?  No. We’re not having a grandmother.” The baby kicked then, and she smiled down fondly at her stomach.  “Isn’t that right, little one?  Daddy’s just being silly, you’ll see, Earl.”

Her husband scoffed. “Is that a pun?  We are not name our child Earl Noble, Rose Tyler- talk about setting him up for failure!”

“Shush.  The movie’s starting.”

Grinning, they turned back to the show- neglecting the dancing on screen to focus instead on the movement of her belly, the child within dancing to the music far more interesting.

Two more weeks!

-

Fighting back a yawn, John made his way down the corridor to the waiting room, stopping just out of sight to take in the room.  Everyone they loved most was gathered there, scattered around in small groups.  At first glance the only person missing was his godson August, the baby likely with Martha’s parents; even Tony was there, though the six-year-old was asleep against his father.

It warmed his heart to see them all together, waiting, already loving the little life they didn’t know had arrived, and was currently be weighed and cleaned up.  Slipping his mobile from his pocket he took a picture of the group, wanting to capture this moment, show his child how loved they were from their first breath.

Taking the few steps needed to enter the room, he bit back a smile when no one looked up or registered his presence.  “You all waiting on someone?”

In seconds he had everyone’s full attention, eager eyes waiting with bated breath, and he knew he was failing to contain his joy as they gathered close, instantly dropping their newspapers and books and mobiles to focus on him.

“Well?!”  It was Tony who broke the silence, eyes still full of sleep, and John crouched down in front of him.

“C’mere, mate.”

The boy stepped closer, watching impatiently, little brow furrowing.  “Is my Rosie okay?”

“She is.”  John took a deep breath, nearly overwhelmed with the moment, and the weight of the words he was about to say.  “So’s your niece.”

The room was silent enough to hear a pin drop for one heart stopping moment; and then Jackie screamed “It’s a girl!” and everything devolved into chaos, as he was pulled in every direction for hugs, kisses, and congratulations.

“Wait!” Donna commanded, loud enough to be heard over the chatter, drawing everyone’s attention. “More information.  Is Rose okay?  What’s the baby’s name?  When can we see them?”

“Right.”  Still hugging Martha, somewhat leaning on her for support, he organized his thoughts.  “Rose is fine- a champ, of course, though she’s exhausted.  Baby’s good, big and healthy.  And you can see them in an hour or so.”

Martha poked him viciously in the side.  “And her name?”

His smile grew, thinking of his little girl – for so long she’d felt like an abstract concept, despite watching Rose’s belly grow and actively planning for her arrival.  But now she was here, and beautiful, and his heart was fully.  “Genevieve Amelia.  Jenny.”

This brought on more gushing, and far too many questions for his tired brain to track, much less comprehend or answer, until once again, his sister’s voice broke through.

“Who’s she look like?”

“Rose.”  He grinned; every baby he’d ever seen had just looked like a squirming blob, especially at only minutes old, but not his little girl- no, his daughter already looked so much like her mother it was uncanny. “But she’s got your hair.”

“Yes!” Donna crowed, clutching onto Lee’s arms.  “Another ginger!  We need more of them in this family, I always said that.  Does this mean I get first dibs on meeting her?”

This sparked a new, lively debate between Donna, Sylvia, and Jackie, John just shaking his head with a grin. Catching his grandfather’s eye he tilted his head slightly, before grabbing his brother-in-law’s hand and slipping away with a wink to Pete.

Everyone would have a chance to meet the baby, but they’d decided the oldest and youngest would have first dibs.

Overwhelmed by the urge to see Rose and Jenny, he quickened his step.

His family needed him.

#bbatcfic #doctorroseprompts #31 Days of Ficmas #31 Days of Ficmas 2020 #ficandchips #Doctor Who #9xRose #9th Doctor #Rose Tyler #AU #First Chance at a Family #Second Chance at Forever #pregnancy #morning sickness

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The Full Pub Experience Pairing: Ten x Rose Rated: T Wordcount: 3,834 Summary: The Doctor suffers through another honeymoon interruption for Earth wedding related things. Notes: FINALLY, this is my fic for Day 7 of @timepetalsweek ! And it's a free day. So you would think that it wouldn't be so late, but everything in my WIP folder rn promises to be long.

This fic would definitely make more sense if you've read the ones that came before it. That being said, I still think that if you know they accidentally got bonded that's also probably enough to jump in.

Super special thanks to @hey-there-juliet for betaing!! <3

All mistakes are mine.

I own nothing.

READ IT ON AO3 -> copy/paste link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25590310

With a sigh, the Doctor kicked his feet up onto the armrest and sunk into the sofa. Finishing up their honeymoon was starting to seem like a nigh impossible task. Who would have thought that trying to do seven romantic trips in a row would prove so difficult?

Sure, they’d had to sort out the Isolus when he took them to the Olympics, but after that things had gone on without a hitch. And yes, they had taken a day to do wedding planning things with Jackie midway, but then they’d gotten right back to it. Now, though, it was starting to get irritating.

His attempt to take Rose to a winter village on Sirius Colony VI had failed - they landed three years late and ended up having to stop a coup. Then he tried to take her to see the Rings of Akhaten but something went wrong with the TARDIS and they were flung out of the vortex, landing on an asteroid being used as an illegal zoo of endangered species. He’d almost been turned into an exhibit!

Once they finally made it back to the TARDIS, before he could come up with a new honeymoon destination Rose got a text from her mate Shareen. Now here they were, back at Jackie’s flat, for more wedding planning type things (he wasn’t sure on the details, just that this time he wasn’t ‘needed’).

(Not that he’d even been needed last time).

“Oh, cheer up,” his wife urged, leaning over the back of the sofa and running a hand through his hair. “How bored would you have gotten if we didn’t have a few adventures?”

The Doctor did not dignify that with a response, but did lean into her touch.

“Y’know, we could still try to get to that cabin again. We don’t know for sure if we actually missed the reservation,” she suggested.

“I suppose,” he huffed, trying to resist moving away from his foul mood. Maybe he wanted to sulk.

“Oh, come off it. Why don’t you find something to watch on the telly? Or play in the kitchen? Mum’s out, so I’m sure you could work on the perfect piece of toast.”

It was annoying, how she seemed to know just what to say. (It actually wasn’t, he was a terrible liar).

“C’mere,” the Doctor muttered before pulling her down further and giving her a kiss.

A kiss that quickly turned into a snog, him hauling her the rest of the way over the couch to sprawl on top of him. Just as he moved his hand under her shirt and up her back, there was a loud rapping on the door.

“Ugh,” he sighed, dropping back down onto the sofa as Rose quickly stood up, trying to fix her hair and clothing. For a Time Lord, he really did have an atrocious sense of timing sometimes.

We can pick up where we left off later, y’know, she telepathically reminded him.

He wondered if he could just nip into the TARDIS and move forward just a little, early evening, when ‘later’ was likely to be ‘soon’. This got him a quick zap through the bond before Rose opened the door.

“Rose!!”

Then there were hugs and squealing and he didn’t think he’d ever heard his bondmate’s voice get quite so high pitched. But the worst part was that her barriers had shot up, so all he could get from their connection was her general state. The Doctor did find himself pleased, however, when the squealing became about Rose’s ring - he had made it himself, after all. The gemstones and metal weren’t of Earth origin, but looked similar enough to the untrained eye. The center stone was quite diamond-like, surrounded by two gems that could be mistaken for morganite. He’d used an old, broken TARDIS part to create the band, which Jackie had criticized as looking too copper-like, but they had both ignored her. The Gallifreyan metal had unique properties, meaning he was able to biotune it to Rose’s finger. It would always fit perfectly, and only she could take it off.

Most importantly, Rose loved it.

“And hullo, Doctor.”

He looked up to see Shareen peering at him from the other end of the couch, and she really didn’t have to say his name as if it was a joke.

“Hello.” He hoped his smile was cheery, that’s what he was going for.

“’S it fine if I call you, what was it- oh, John?” she asked.

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

“Well, I don’t get why you go around havin’ everyone call you ‘Doctor’. I get that John Smith is a boring name, but really.”

A glance at Rose revealed her trying, and mostly failing, to not laugh. Not even her barriers could keep him from feeling how amused she was.

“Anyway, how are you?” he drawled, trying to remember what his wife had last told him about her best mate (on Earth, that is).

“‘M fine. Aren’t you headin’ out?”

His brows furrowed and he opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to figure out what kind of segue that was supposed to be.

“Heading out?” the Doctor ended up repeating.

“Yeah. To like, I dunno, hang out with mates down the pub or somethin’?”

“Hang out wi- ? Down th- ? Why would I do that?” he sputtered.

“Well we’re gonna plan out Rose’s hen night! No blokes allowed! ‘Specially not the groom.”

“Oh, that’s not fair, he can stay,” his wife came to his defense before he could say anything else idiotic.

“Nope.” Shareen crossed her arms. “I hardly ever get to see ya anymore, and this is a girls thing. You two could do with some time spent apart.”

And as much as he didn’t want to, the Doctor worried that maybe Rose’s friend was right. They did spend pretty much all of their time together, even before they accidentally bonded. Sure, sometimes they would split up for a little while if they were on a safe planet, but that hadn’t really happened since they started their honeymoon.

So he found himself standing up and saying, “Fine, fine, I can get out of your hair.”

“Are you sure?” his bondmate frowned, walking up to him and needlessly adjusting his tie.

“Yeah, yeah … I’ll, erm, be back this evening.”

“But what are you gonna do?” You don’t actually have mates to go down the pub with, she laughed in his head.

“I- I can definitely ‘go down to  the pub with my mates’,” he informed her, not really helping his own point by doing air quotes. “I’ll- I’ll ring Sarah Jane! I’m sure she’d love a trip to the pub.”

Actually, he wasn’t sure at all that she’d love that. But that wasn’t really the point.

“Sarah Jane ? He’s off to spend time with another woman?” Shareen asked Rose, though honestly she did it so loudly and right in front of him, she might as well have just asked him.

“The Doctor’s allowed,” Rose huffed, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. “He ain’t Tommy.”

Shareen winced. “Tommy’s changed, though. Whole new man, really.”

“What?! Don’t tell me you’re still hangin’ round with him!”

This seemed like the perfect time to leave, so the Doctor silently (and quickly!) exited the flat, telling his wife goodbye over the bond before putting his own barriers up. He had, after all, overheard many of Rose’s phone calls with Shareen and was aware of who this ‘Tommy’ was. Now that he realized her best mate had pretty much been accusing him of cheating on his bondmate, his thoughts were less than flattering.

Eventually he found himself standing outside the flats, a bit at a loss. He put his hands on his hips and looked around, surveying the area. Was he really going to ring Sarah Jane and go to the pub?

It was just- it was so … humany.

There had to be something more interesting for him to do.

The sun was shining, a few children were playing with sidewalk chalk, people were walking about. Everything was calm. Not a lick of danger in sight.

With a sigh, the Doctor walked over to the nearest phone booth, lifted the receiver and sonicked it. After a moment it started ringing. And ringing. And ringing.

He was just about to hang up when she answered.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Sarah Jane!”

“Doctor?!”

“Yes! How are you?”

“What’s going on?” she asked, not answering his - very polite, not rude at all, very much knowing how phone calls are supposed to go, ta - question.

“Oh, erm, I don’t kno-”

“How in danger are we?”

Oh, oh.

“No danger! None at all. Why does there have to be danger?”

He could actually go for a spot of danger, but it would probably get taken the wrong way if he told her that now.

“So this is a social call?” Her obvious skepticism was offensive.

“It is! What’s wrong with a social call?”

“I mean, nothing. I just didn’t think that was something that you did.”

“Well, it is.” Now, at least. Apparently. “I was wondering if you’d fancy going to the pub?” The words felt very wrong on his tongue.

“Where are Rose and Mickey?” she asked him, once again ignoring a question.

The Doctor scowled before sighing. “Mickey moved universes. Rose is busy. I’ve been kicked out of her mum’s flat, which I didn’t want to be at in the first place, really. So it’s all worked out for the best, don’t you think? It was suggested that I go down to the pub, and isn’t it  interesting that which pub isn’t specified? So really, if you want to go, any pub you like. Though I do know which pub they meant, because they always talk about the same one. It’s the one down the street. Rose dragged me there once for New Years. It’s … fine, I guess. I mean, they’re all pretty interchangeable, if you ask me. A bunch of humans drinking, watching the match, maybe playing a spot of darts. Or billiards! We could play billiards! If you’d like, I could turn off my alcohol-inhibiting enzymes. I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten drunk on Earth alcohol before. If I have, I don’t remember. Or we don’t have to drink at all. We could, I don’t know, have lunch? I know they have chips, or most pubs have chips? Well, the pub Rose goes to has chips, which is probably why Rose goes there. So what do you say?”

“I- blimey. Yes, I can go to the pub. I’m sure the one you’re near is fine, just give me the address.”

So he did, and shortly after she rang off. He wasn’t sure how long it would take for Sarah Jane to get there, but since he obviously had nothing better to do, the Doctor headed over to the pub. Since it was midday, there weren’t too many people around - definitely not as packed as it was for New Years. So he ordered a pint, realized that he hated beer, spat it back into the glass and then ordered a banana daiquiri. The bartender didn’t seem very impressed with him, so once he had his cocktail the Doctor slunk away to a booth to wait for Sarah Jane. 

By the time he noticed her walking into the pub, he was on his second drink and debating the merits of trying out jalapeño poppers.

“Sarah Jane! Hi! Over here!” he called, waving his arms in a wide arc to make sure that she noticed him - she did. “Have you ever had jalapeño poppers?”

With a disbelieving laugh she walked over, taking off her jacket and sitting down her bag before sliding across from him. “Can’t say I’ve ever tried them. Suppose we could give it a go.” She got comfortable in her seat, looked around them, then focused on him. It felt almost as if he was being analyzed. Then the tension broke, she shook her head and let out a small laugh. “This is so strange.”

“Strange? Why’s it strange?” he asked, even though he agreed with her. The thing is, he knew why he felt it was strange, but she was human. This was something humans did - hang out with mates at the pub.

“Well, I mean, you’re you. I didn’t think this was something you did.”

Ah, same reason, then.

Before he could respond to that, a waitress appeared to take Sarah Jane’s order. They got the jalapeño poppers, but also each an order of chips in case those turned out to be rubbish. She also ordered a pint (but why? They were not good) so the Doctor preemptively ordered another cocktail so that he could avoid having to be subtly mocked by the bartender again.

“How many of those have you had?” Sarah Jane asked once the waitress was out of sight.

“This one is my second.”

“And did you turn off your, what did you say on the phone again? This you talks so quickly sometimes and the connection was so poor, I was having a hard time keeping up.”

“Ah, yeah, was calling on an old payphone. But yes, alcohol-inhibiting enzymes. I have them. Turned them off. It’s starting to get a little tingly. Reminds me of Rose laughing.”

“What?”

“You knooooow. Or you probably don’t, actually. I wonder if the daiquiris are affecting me more than I’d thought. It’s like … oh, I don’t know. English is a rubbish language for describing telepathy. Cancel your beer and get two banana daiquiris and that will be like if someone is laughing in your head. The nice kind of laughing. Not the you-just-did-something-stupid kind of laughing.”

“I think I’ll pass, but good to know,” she laughed. “Wait. What happened that had you and Rose connected telepathically? I thought you usually avoided that kind of thing. And as far as questions go, you said Mickey moved universes? I think we have a lot of catching up to do since I last saw you. Not to mention everything before then. It sounds like you’ve been busy.”

She wasn’t wrong. So first he told her about the parallel world, and the Cybermen, and Mickey deciding to stay there. Then he told her about Rose, and a very edited story of how they accidentally ended up bonded. Married. Same thing, really.

“Wow.”

“I know,” he agreed, finishing off his third drink and wondering if he should order a fourth.

Sarah Jane opened her mouth to say something, but then their food arrived. She ended up finding the jalapeño poppers surprisingly good, while he felt that they didn’t go as well with banana as chips did (he ordered the fourth drink - might as well get the full Earth drinking experience, right?).

“Am I going to end up having to carry you back to the TARDIS?” Sarah Jane asked him.

“Nooooo. If anything, you’d have to carry me back to Jackie’s flat. That’s where Rose is. Unless you rang her and told her to meet you at the TARDIS. Or you could ring her and have her carry me back to the TARDIS. I’d rather not have her mum see me drunk. I’ve never actually been drunk in this body before. Don’t know what it’ll be like. I pretended to be drunk once. To fool some robots. Rose didn’t think it was funny.”

She chuckled, shaking her head a bit. “I just can’t believe you’re married.”

“Why’s that? I’ve been married before this. I don’t know how many of them actually count, but I’m over 900 years old, I’ve been around.”

“Yeah, I’m getting that.” Sarah Jane rolled her eyes. “When were you married before?”

“Well, I was definitely married on Gallifrey. Arranged union of houses. Very proper. Loomed some children and everything. I, er, wasn’t a very good husband. But I’ve also never been a very good Time Lord. It’s complicated,” he sighed, leaned back, picked up a chip and fidgeted with it.

“Considering you were exiled when we met, I think I believe you. What about these other times?”

“Oh, I’m not sure they really count. One of them happened in an anti-matter universe, pretty sure it was fictional. I did actually marry a human once. For world saving reasons. It ended up going decently well, actually, but it didn’t really last. And now that Rose and I are bonded, I feel like … I don’t know, I think I was wrong about how deep our connection really was,” he admitted.

“What’s an anti-matter universe?!”

Before he could answer, his cocktail arrived. Thank Rassilon, because he could definitely use another drink if this is what they were going to be talking about.

“Sooooo what’s new with you?” he asked after taking a long sip.

“Oh, I don’t think so. We’re not done talking about you and the fact that you’ve just gotten married.”

“Not according to Jackie,” the Doctor rolled his eyes. “She’s having us do an Earth wedding. Ancient Gallifreyan bonding isn’t good enough for her. To be fair, I haven’t actually researched it properly yet. Maybe once I can explain it better, Rose’s mum will- ahhhh what am I saying. The day I’m able to reason with Jackie Tyler will probably herald an apocalypse.”

She laughed, which was good. Things were much more tense with Sarah Jane now than they were back when they traveled together. And, of course, that was his fault. But it was nice, spending time with her again. Even if it was in a boring old pub.

“And what does Rose think of all of this?”

“Ohh, she’s got mixed feelings. Sometimes she’s excited about planning the wedding, sometimes she wants to cancel. Apparently I’m not much help, but really I-”

“Not about that, about you two being married,” she corrected.

“Oh! We’re both very, very happy about that.”

“Good. I’m not going to lie, it does seem a bit fast. Then again, I don’t know how long it’s actually been for you.”

“Mmm … maybe about, I don’t know, how long has it been for you since you last saw us?”

“It’s only been about 2 months.”

“Nearly a year, then,” he quickly calculated.

“Really?”

“Rose wanted to catch up her real age to the age she’s supposed to be on Earth. Don’t tell Jackie.” His eyes widened at the potential slap that would get him.

“I’m sure if I ever meet her it won’t come up,” Sarah Jane laughed.

“What do you mean ‘if you ever meet her’? Aren’t you coming to the wedding?”

“Oh. Well, I didn’t want to assume-”

“Of course you’re invited! Not only are you one of my oldest friends, you’re one of my best friends!” the Doctor exclaimed.

“Don’t know how I feel about oldest friend.”

“Please, I’m much older than you are,” he rolled his eyes and leaned back, propping his feet on the table, idly playing with his newest little umbrella. He had quite the collection accumulating.

“Yes, but you seem to be regenerating younger.”

The Doctor winced a bit and tugged his ear.

“What?” she asked, after finishing her drink.

“I may have picked this regeneration on purpose, a bit.”

“Oh? I didn’t know it worked like that.” Sarah Jane raised her eyebrows.

“Takes a lot of effort. Usually I don’t care which body I get, but …”

“Had a reason for looking young?” she teased.

“881 year age gap,” he frowned.

“Obviously can’t be much of an issue, considering what you told me about the bond you two have now.”

“Eh.”

He downed the rest of his drink.

“Be right back!” the Doctor announced, standing up. “I’m going to see about getting a pitcher of these. Provided they put a lot of umbrellas in. I’m using them to keep count.”

“Keep count of what?”

“I want to see how many it takes to get me drunk. Even without the enzymes, I still have a superior biology. And Earth alcohol is famously tame.”

“Are you, really?”

“I’m getting the full pub experience! What do you say to billiards when I get back?”

“Doctor, how long are you planning on staying here?”

“I told her I’d be back in the evening. And I mean, we don’t have to stay here. We could go someplace else, if you’d like. But, as I said, as far as I know and for certain in this body, I’ve never been drunk in a pub. Plus, it’s not like I’m planning on having a stag night, and you and I are both here right now, and you’re my only friend on Earth aside from Rose, so maybe this would count, right? I mean, from what I’ve seen on films, getting drunk in a pub is pretty much what a stag night is … well, there’s also ones with strippers, but that’s all a bit too human for me. Not that there’s anything wrong with it! I’m just sayi-”

“Doctor!” Sarah Jane interrupted him with a laugh. “I swear, the gob on you this go around! Of course this can be your stag night. There’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.”

“Yeah, but who needs predictable, eh?”

“Yeah,” she smiled.

The Doctor put on his best grin as he went to see a man about a pitcher.

Hours - and many daiquiris - later, he felt a surge of amusement across the bond before Rose’s barriers dropped. He turned around, and there she was.

“Rose!” he bounded over, quick to wrap her in a hug, lifting his wife off her feet in the process.

“Hi there,” she smiled up at him when he put her down before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. “Not that I’m not glad you’re here! I’m very, very glad you’re here.”

She laughed, and the feel of it combined with the alcohol was indescribable. “Shareen and I were drinkin’ wine and laughing at bad telly when I got a call from Sarah Jane.”

“Oh? What was it about?”

“She said I should get down here quick or I’d miss a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“Really?! What’s that?” Also, why wouldn’t Sarah Jane tell him about it? She’d just agreed to be his groom-party-best-person, whatever it was, and it was his stag night!

“Doctor, you were about to perform, remember?” When had Sarah Jane come up behind him like that?

“Oh, right!” he bounced on his toes a little. “Karaoke! I’m about to go up!”

“You were right, this is gonna be amazing!” Shareen laughed, pulling out her phone.

“I’ve already queued up the song, I didn’t know you’d be coming, but we can sign up for a duet!” the Doctor said, getting even more excited.

“I’ll think about it,” Rose giggled. “Think you’re a few drinks ahead of me for karaoke.”

“It’s funny that you say ‘a few’,” Sarah Jane laughed.

And he was about to ask her why, but then his name got called. He’d have to ask her later.

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[infinite-nevers]

chapter one; wayward son

Enna Scanlan bounced in her computer chair. Only two hours to go before Owen’s return to their village in around six years. Her best friend, Grace, stared at her over her mug, an amused smile across her face and dark green eyes creased. Enna’s eyes had been flicking over to the clock on the other side of the room since she got in at nine this morning. Her personal phone was barely out of her sight and checked every five minutes. It was usually kept tucked away in her bag in case their boss caught sight of it. ‘No personal phones in the office’ until lunch time was a strict rule. Then, Enna had devoted the entirety of today’s lunch hour to chasing signal around the huge office and cursing their hotel’s terrible location.

“He’s not texted then?” Grace asked mildly, sipping her tea, and twirling a red curl. That glare was thrown at her again. She chuckled, “I don’t get it- you’re in contact everyday, why is today any different?”

Enna and Owen couldn’t go a single day without contacting each other. There was always some text or phone call to interrupt her day. Enna had once gone away with her boyfriend on a surprise trip and had neglected to tell Owen. Two days had passed without contact and Owen had gotten so worried he’d rung Enna’s mum. There had been a long talk about boundaries after that, but their daily contact had resumed.

“Today is the day I finally see him,” Enna said, looking so excited Grace might have been a little jealous had she not already understood that she always came second to Owen. If only Sean, Enna’s boyfriend, would remember that too. Nothing could break Enna and Owen’s bond from birth, including not seeing each other for a year or two.

Enna sighed and grabbed her mug. Just as she began to stand to go to the kettle, she saw that Grace had already poured them their 3pm brews. She raised her mug, a kitsch red and blue offering, in an apologetic salute.

Enna knew she could become a little occupied in her friendship with Owen, but she’d never been this bad before. They’d been best friends growing up and in university but had still managed lives outside of each other. The ever-lengthening time apart and Owen’s sudden urge to come home had made Enna realise just how long it had been. They’d always planned visits but with life happening all around them it had never quite panned out as often as it should.

“Sorry,” Enna grimaced when she realised that she’d gotten lost in her head again. Grace just laughed, used to the memory lane disappearances by now.

“No worries. Just remember you’ve got ‘the future Mrs O’Donaghue’ breathing down your neck.”

“Oh f-” Enna squealed. Dragon Bride, a young woman who only answered to ‘the future Mrs O’Donaghue’, was getting married in a week’s time and her wish list only kept growing. As events coordinator for the hotel Enna had dealt with many difficult clients over the years. Dragon Bride beat them all. Enna shuddered to think of the consequences of ignoring her.

Two hours later, Enna pretended to bash her forehead against her desk as a high-pitched voice screeched into her ear, “this of the utmostimportant! Do you understand?”

Enna breathed in deeply through her nose and bunched her hair into a fist, “ma’am. Your wedding is in two weeks, it might be difficult to find a petting zoo to rent out in that time.” Her exhale whistled through gritted teeth.

“I don’t want it for the wedding! I want it for the hen do. Is this making sense to you now?” Dragon Bride yelled again. Enna’s knuckles whitened in her hair.

“That is in a week so it’s the same-”

“Just get it done.” Dialling tone rung loud in her ear.

She raised her head from her desk and stared at the phone. She let out a loud, frustrated squawk and slammed the phone down, “This woman is a nightmare!”

“Who’s a nightmare?” A cheerful voice cut through Enna’s frustration. She jumped with a yelp. Swivelling around in her seat she saw her boss, Conor, beaming widely at her. A charismatic man, half the office was in love with him. Blonde hair flopped over his twinkling eyes, always looking suitably messy from his paddle-boarding habit. He looked so much like a stereotypical Australian surfer that it was sometimes a little difficult taking him seriously as her boss.

“The future Mrs O’Donaghue.” Grace supplied, voice light with barely contained amusement.

“Ah,” Conor nodded, “the Dragon?” Enna blinked at his flippant tone. He was a very relaxed boss, insisted everyone called him and his wife by their first names, invited all of his staff down to the pub every Friday and knew them all by name, right down to the ground staff he saw maybe once a year, but usually he was quite respectful towards clients. Enna nodded dumbly.

“What did she want this time?” There was an annoyance in his voice that Enna couldn’t quite parse. Conor never got involved in her clients until Enna came to him with a problem. Then he’d hear the problem from both sides and try to help her solve the issue. She’d only mentioned Dragon Bride once in passing and Conor had dismissed her worries, promising to take her side in whatever.

“A petting zoo!” Grace replied with malicious glee. Enna shot her a look over her shoulder and got a quiet ‘what’ shrug back.

“Who’s paying for the wedding?” Conor asked without preamble, “trust fund baby?” It clicked in Enna’s head. Despite his own wealth from being a hotelier Conor was a snob about rich people. He hated people who had been born into wealth rather than working for it. He thought it made them spoilt and irresponsible. In the case of Dragon Bride, he was right.

“Her father,” Enna muttered. She didn’t want to add fuel to a possible tirade about the plight of the common people. Grace was giggling behind her, turning it into a cough when Conor furrowed his brows at her.

“Ignore her! If she complains I won’t take any notice. Just do your best! And put your phone away,” He nodded towards to Enna’s beeping phone, “oh wait, look it’s five. Pack up lads and ladies! It’s home time! Who’s coming to the pub?” He grinned and swung his arms around to suggest everyone wrap up what they were doing. Everyone instantly stood, having waited for their boss’ weekly pub invitation. Enna picked up her phone with a wry grin towards her eccentric boss, huddling people out of the door. A text from Owen awaited her – he had arrived.

She bolted for the door.

She arrived at the small, red brick bus station twenty minutes late and swearing the entire time. The bendy country roads, thankfully leaf free this time of year, were difficult to navigate anyway. Having vengeful farmers move their herds during rush hour just made it an exercise in anger management. She parked the car across the road, kicked the door shut with another loud curse and looked up to laughter.

Across the road, crouched against the bus station’s toilets walls, was Owen and he was laughing at her. He ran a hand through his hair. Enna grinned back at him, anger instantly melting away. She surreptitiously studied him as she tried to get to him. It had only been around two years since she’d gone to see him in the UK, but he looked untouched by that time. His hair still swung messily around his ears and his eyes still creased when he smiled.

“Sorry!” She yelled over the traffic, “I meant to text but signal on this road y’know,” she carried on as she ran across a gap in the cars going home from the city. Owen waved a dismissive hand as he stood and held his arms out. She threw herself into them apologising profusely, “Alan-”

“-is still punishing us mere mortals for not choosing God’s own profession by letting his sheep loose during rush hour?”

“Exactly!” She beamed as she drew away. Her eyes darted down to what he had been crouched over, “is that all you have?” Disappointment washed over her as she eyed the small duffle bag.

Owen laughed loudly. He ruffled her hair before dropping an arm around her shoulder. Picking up his bag, he guided her towards the luggage hold office opposite the ticket booth. Two huge suitcases stood in wait, “fear not little one, I’m here a while.” Enna let out a breath she didn’t realise she’d been holding. It was time to bring Owen home.

Later that night, and one sheep free journey later, the two stood outside their old home away from home. Ramble Inn was an old pub in a beautiful Georgian building with red trims around the window. The door had also been red at one point, but the paint had now peeled and faded to a faint pink. As they were growing up it had been their second living room. It was where they came after Mass, where they came after a match, and where they came after school once you hit fifteen. Try as you might though, Tom would never serve you.

Owen laughed at memories of a bygone era. Him, Enna, Grace and Liam, Enna’s older brother, clustered around a table playing dominoes with the old men. They’d enjoyed playing at being adults and the real adults had enjoyed indulging them. He wondered if they were still there.

“Tom still won’t serve you underage.” Enna guessed at his previous thoughts. Owen rubbed at his beard. One night, drunk and seventeen, Owen had tried to get served. He’d gotten quite rowdy; Tom had thrown him out and he’d landed on his face. He’d never forgotten the pain of a dislocated jaw.

“Tom’s still psychic, knows everyone ages, even the passers through. Kids don’t get anything but juice,” Enna grinned at him lost in his misty-eyed memories.

“You two going to stand outside here all night?” A voice cut through their reverie. They turned their head in unison. Caoimhe Walsh stood there with a hand on her hip and bright eyes fixed on Owen. A more recent addition to the village, a blow-in from Dublin, Caoimhe had been an instant hit. Tall, blonde, and beautiful, she was everything Enna wasn’t but every bit as sweet as she looked.

“Keev!” Enna grinned, “thought you were out with the girls tonight?” Unlike Enna, who found socialising wearing, Caoimhe thrived on it, flitting happily between social groups, welcomed by most.

“Yeah, we decided on a quiet one instead.” She slung an arm around Enna’s shoulder and threw a hand up to the Ramble Inn’s curling gold letters. Enna snorted. Caoimhe shot a wolfish grin back. They both knew she’d have no such thing.

Caoimhe’s eyes finally strayed to where Owen was looking at them with a slightly dumb smile on his face. Noticing Caoimhe looking at him, Owen offered a slightly dumb wave.

“Owen?” Caoimhe’s eyes went wide and, after a beat, threw her arms around him in a massive hug, “oh my god, you’re that Owen?”

Enna blinked rapidly at them. Keev had moved the village long after Owen had left. Although she had featured heavily in the stories Enna told him, he never mentioned knowing her.

“You’re that Caoimhe?” His laugh was jubilant as he picked her up, “I never made the link! Enna talks about you all the time. Oh, Eni, do you remember that business trip I took like two months ago?” Owen turned back to her when he caught sight of her tilted head and querying expression.

Caoimhe came back to Enna’s side and slid her hand into the hook of Enna’s arm. She grinned at her expectantly, “and remember that holiday I took two months ago?” She prompted when Enna didn’t connect the dots straight away. It must have all been too exciting because she didn’t wait for a response, “well we met at this bar, got chatting and when I said I was living in Ballygra… how did we not make the connection?”

Enna pulled a face. It certainly seemed a little unbelievable. There were so few people in the village and none with her name. Before she could query it, Keev said,

“Can’t believe Ballygra produces such hot men.” She winked at him. He nodded and winked back with a flirtatious grin. Enna snorted.

Nothing had changed then. It had been like this since he was about twenty-one. That’s when the braces had finally come off, bed head stopped being his only hair style and he’d discovered the power of personal hygiene. Since then people had flocked around him. She saw it, of course, but actual attraction was hard to summon when you’d seen them hungover countless times since you were fourteen.

“Are you coming to Midnight’s, Owen?” Caoimhe beamed as the thought occurred to her.

Saturday lunch at Café Midnight was their tradition; Enna, Liam, Grace and Caoimhe. Sometimes Sean would pop in his head, but Friday night was Boys Night and lunches were usually slept through as a healing process. Caoimhe dragged the pair inside instead of waiting for an answer. She already knew that, when together, where Enna was Owen would also be.

The Ramble Inn was the same as Owen remembered it. The wooden bar stood proud in the middle; battered, worn, and smelling of spilled beer and disinfectant. Old, wobbly stools stood guard including the one Enna had completely unpicked when she was fifteen. Tom had made her re-sew another one and, despite it being the ugliest thing in the world, he had made her sit on it every time she came in for years.

It was filled with the usual Friday night suspects. On the right-hand side, the men still played their dominoes. Old Man Charlie still had his whiskey clutched in his hand and an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, smoking ban be damned.

On the left-hand side sat the younger crowd, some with kids because who wanted to cook on a Friday night? Teenagers tucked in the corner with juice, a group playing darts. Tom stood through it all, keeping court with a raggedy dishcloth tossed over his shoulder. The only difference was Tom’s hair now silver all over and there were extra wrinkles around his eyes. A spotty teenager served as a glass collector.

Caoimhe left Owen’s side the moment they entered. A group of women sitting at the back waved her over. One of them nodded to Owen and Caoimhe flew over to them to spread the gossip of his return.

Owen turned for Enna, but she had already brushed past. She nodded to all the familiar faces as she moved towards the bar. She leant on it, sitting on her stool, and laughed at whatever Tom said to her. Then she turned to point at Owen still standing by the door. Tom’s bushy eyebrows shot up.

“You’ve grown boy!” Tom yelled over the pub noise. It fell quiet. Everyone looked over at him. He shifted on his feet and offered an awkward wave. It took a few seconds, but the pub noise swelled once they recognised Ballygra’s wayward son. Old Man Charlie and his group raised their glasses. Tom beckoned him over. He shuffled over and Tom busied himself by the bar,

“You still Jameson’s?” He grinned his familiar, crooked smile and pushed a glass towards him. His returning smile was awkward, wondering how his jaw might last this encounter. A beer was in Enna’s hand and he raised an eyebrow. All through university Enna had been a cocktail girl, proudly declaring beer to be nothing but ‘wheat water’. She noticed his pointed look.

“Well, you’ve got to lower your standards for this place,” the wink she sent Tom was waved good-naturedly away.

Suddenly a large set of arms wrapped themselves around Enna’s waist. Lips pressed against her cheek and told her, “You’re late. Took your time getting here, didn’t you?” The tone aimed for teasing but missed.

“Sean! I had to pick Owen up and say hi to his mam of course,” Enna laughed. She turned around and reached up to peck him on the lips.

“How could I forget?” There was a slight edge to Sean’s voice that made Owen prickle slightly. Sean reached over with his hand extended. Owen shook it, proud that he only winced a little at the firm grip. The two men then regarded each other coolly over Enna’s head. She pretended not to notice, preferring to ignore a problem until it went away. Instead, she busied herself with looking around the pub for someone. The two men regarded each other. Sean was dark haired, blue-eyed, and muscular, the exact type Enna had lusted after all these years. Owen was brown haired, brown-eyed and, in Enna’s eyes, still wearing his teenage skin. Sean offered him a smile that never reached his eyes and turned away.

“She’s over there with Conor.” Sean said. Conor and Grace sat in a booth with their heads bent over a piece of paper. His beautiful wife, Sarah, sat on the other side of the pub, playing on her phone. Waving to Sarah, Enna grabbed Owen’s hand and pulled Owen towards her friend. Sean was shrugged off and sulked over to his darts group. His friend heard his complaining and clapped him on the shoulder. Sean hadn’t been in the village long enough to understand the friendship but everyone else had.

As the pair approached Grace and Conor, Enna narrowed her eyes on the piece of paper they were looking at. It was on the hotel stationery. Rarely was work brought to the pub, only during a big event at the hotel, and if it was, Enna’s presence was required. She strained her head forward to try and get a better look. Instead, it alerted the pair to their arrival. Grace glanced up. Her eyes widened and she kicked Conor under the table. He jerked up. It took a second but then he shot them his signature twinkle. The paper got surreptitiously tucked away into his inside jacket pocket.

“Owen!” Grace cried as she launched herself up and threw her arms around him. Enna was almost jealous of the amount of people hurling themselves at him.

Owen punched out a laugh as he braced for impact. His eyebrows shot up at her reaction. Sure, they’d grown up together, but it had been Enna and Owen, Liam and Grace. It had changed with Owen moving away and Liam getting a job as a GP in the next town over. It had become Enna and Grace with Grace falling out of contact Owen and taking less to Liam.

“How are you doing Grey?” Owen’s voice went soft, once more lost in memory. Grace shot him a wide smile. She placed her hands on his cheeks and gave them a pat, like she used to do.

She turned back to the table, “this is Conor, I mean Mr Murray!” Grace presented him with an arm flourish, “our boss,” she tacked on when the confused silence lengthened. Owen, not one to be rude, offered up a hand and a friendly greeting. Conor stood to clap him on the back before making his excuses to return to Sarah. Enna watched for a moment before she turned around to eye Grace.

“Number puzzles,” she said, “he finds one, sometimes in work, I help him if he’s stuck. You know Sarah has no head for numbers. Anyway, you back then?” The pair slipped into Conor’s vacated space. Grace dragged her eyes around the wayward son, “my, my you havegrown up.”

God, why did everyone keep saying that? Enna turned to assess him again. All she could see was the friend she’d helped get over ex’s, whose hair she’d held back during the morning afters.

“I don’t know.” He huffed to Grace’s question, “I told myself a month and then back to work.” A wistful look stole over his face as he turned it about the room. Some of Caoimhe’s friends were looking back over their drinks. The Old Boys kept flicking their eyes over, clearly wondering at how to treat him. Was he still considered one of their own after so long away? Was he a blow-in, like Conor and Caoimhe? Tom still wore holes in the floor behind the bar. The darts game ended with groans and Sean fist-pumping the air, “but who knows? This place – it’s home.”

Sean sidled over now that he’d won his game. He came to stand by Owen, looking down his nose pointedly at him. Owen avoided his gaze; seemingly engrossed by the bottom of his glass. Sean hovered a second more before sliding in beside Grace with a pout. Enna swallowed. Well, this might be awkward.

#gossip and coffee #my writing #creative writing #irish #murder mystery

[gryffindormischief]

confabulate

A/N: inspired by a tweet 10 of 12 of my 12 days of AU - slightly delayed but here and fluffy and silly...hope you like. Merry Merry.  Expect the last one in the next day or so...don’t wanna rush it and make it crappy xD

FF and Ao3

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He doesn’t mean to get completely pissed at Neville’s ‘Officially Recipient of a Niche Doctorate’ party but there are all these botanical themed cocktails and none of it really tastes alcoholic and they’re all so happy . Because really, reaching a doctorate in some sort of highly specialized area of botany that Harry can’t even remember should not take upwards of ten years but it did and Neville’s such a stand up bloke it’s disgusting.

Regardless of intent, Harry’s a responsible adult and isn’t so drunk he forgets how to call an Uber or keep all food and beverage inside where it belongs. Which is good because he really doesn’t want to pay the ‘you’re gross’ penalty on his ride. Or have to live knowing he created a situation where a non medical professional had to deal with his bodily fluids and other excrement.

He is drunk enough that most of the trip is vague impressions.

A cheeky laugh, a brief moment where he thinks his driver is on fire (turns out it’s hair), and a TMI moment about his intense attraction to cartoon Anastasia.

It doesn’t take long to get home - Harry lucked out that Neville’s favorite haunt (favored mostly because Hannah Abbott owns the little hole in the wall) is close by his flat and he’s home by just past two in the morning.

He has just enough presence of mind to lock his front door, strip his shoes and coat off, and send Neville a text that he got home safe. Because Neville is a mother hen and it’s best if Harry’s dad thinks he got in hours ago and simply forgot. A truth he’d learned the hard way after the fallout of a four in the morning drunk text after his last final of his first year at uni.

His ears are still ringing and mum says he gets one less Christmas gift every year to make up for the emotional distress of the twelve hours where Harry got to sleep off his hangover and she was subjected to James Potter Ultimate Mother Hen live and in high definition.

He doesn’t wake up until the sun’s fully risen, warming him to a sweaty degree while his phone rings obnoxiously from the foot of his bed.

Harry fumbles into a sitting position and only manages to find his mobile once the call’s gone to voicemail.

Bleary eyed, Harry finds his glasses on the nightstand and clumsily pushes them onto his face with the expected fingerprints.

The phone is down to seven percent, alerting him that low power mode can only take him so far, and he really feels unnecessary judgment in the allegedly helpful message. His battery isn’t only dead after a night spent carousing with Nev and the rest.

Plus he’s fairly certain ‘carousing’ doesn’t really apply if the main activities were badly done 90’s karaoke, shared pitchers of beer, and trying to teach Seamus the foxtrot.

Which would be odd enough if Harry actually knew how to foxtrot.

With a groan, Harry wriggles his jeans off and flops back on the bed and catches up on his phone as it charges.

Mindlessly, he swipes away notifications from various social media apps that are likely filled with blurry photos and temporary proof of Harry’s attempts at doing justice to ‘Oops I Did It Again.’

He did not.

Really his messages app is the most important, mostly to make sure Neville received his message and text dad that yes he did get home and something vague about passing out as soon as he got there. Which is true, just leaves out the whole ‘I got home well after three and was more than a wee bit drunk so I daydreamed about Anastasia in my Uber’ addition.

It’s for the best, really.

He shoots Neville a quick ‘I hate you’ in response to his toothy selfie with Hannah at brunch and flicks through his other waiting messages.

[phone]: Hi. Just for my peace of mind can you lmk ur not dead

[phone]: this is your uber btw

[phone]: the driver

[phone]: not the car

[phone]: hoping you have unlimited text and arent gonna take back ur tip

Harry laughs, then winces and grabs his pounding head. Once it calms to dull thuds, his grin returns and Harry responds.

Harry: not to worry on any count.

Harry: Had to get unlimited because i’m a serial double texter

Harry: as you can see

Harry: and relate

Harry: also i’m alive. Barely

[phone]: Good to hear

[phone]: I worried when you got quiet halfway through ur solo rendition of learn to do it

Harry: I never cared for stroganoff

While the little typing bubble pulses, Harry returns to his Uber app and only feels like half a creep when he taps his most recent ride and studies the little image - grinning face, fire for hair - and then finds her name - Ginny W. - and adds her number to his phone.

Hell, it’s the holiday season, he’s slightly hungover, and feeling a bit hopeful. Sue him.

Ginny: you kinda passed out after most of all remember this

Ginny: I’ve been in suspense all day

Ginny: barely slept

Ginny: which is good since i was shuttling people to and from the airport all night

Harry: LOL glad to be of assistance

Harry: in case you forgot

Harry: remember if they can learn to do it, she can learn to do it

Harry: also it’s barely noon why are you even awake

Ginny: could ask you the same

Harry: forgot to close the blinds

Ginny: one of those

Ginny: I’m thinking of heading out for some brunch

Ginny: if you need a ride and can love another after Anya

Harry: name the time :)

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[peakyblinders1919]

Disappointment

“Oh fuck,” you muttered under your breath when somehow over the shrill noise in the air you heard the bell, meaning someone had entered the bar. Looking towards the door, you noticed a couple standing in it who seemed very out of place; they didn’t belong in the city and much less in this pub. But one look and you knew exactly who they were even though you had never seen them before.

Downing the rest of your whiskey and slamming the empty glass on the bar counter, you got up. “Harry, do you know where Michael went?”

“I think I saw him headed to the loo.”

“Christ.” You muttered, accompanied by an eye roll because you knew exactly what that meant. Looking back at Harry, you a forced smile. “Thank you.” You said before pushing your way through the crowd of drunks to get to the bathrooms in the back of the bar.

You didn’t even hesitate walking into the men’s bathroom, watching one unsuspecting man crinkle his eyebrows.

“Hey, you ain’t supposed to be in here.”

“Get out.” You said flatly, giving him that intimidating glare before he zipped up his pants and left. Hiding behind him was Michael, bent over doing a line of coke off the sink counter. You sighed, hands on your hips as you watched. He threw his head back, sniffing a little before he even spoke to you.

“What’re you doing in here? Want a quickie?” He smirked as he finally looked at you, only then realizing you weren’t in the mood.

“Michael, you know I don’t care about the coke, but you really shouldn’t have fucking done that.”

“Yeah?” He said, cocking an eyebrow. He bit his lip as he looked you up and down again, and if he wasn’t higher than a kite you would have taken the bait. “Why’s that love?”

“‘Cause I think your parents are here.”

He stared at you for a very long time, his vision crossing as he had to hold onto the sink counter. Then a deep chuckle escaped his lips. “Y/N, babe, what’re you talking about? Mum’s visiting Ada in London.”

“No, not Polly. Your adoptive parents. I think they’re here….they’re here.”

He wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion. “What? No, no, they can’t be.” He said, shaking his head so forcefully that with the combination of drugs and alcohol coursing through his system he felt dizzy.

“Well they are Michael.”

“How do you know?” His tone was teetering on anger, which of course wasn’t directed at you. Until it was.

“Look, I don’t have enough time to explain, but they may have sent you a letter this week saying they were coming down.”

“Y/N, what the fuck are you talking about?” There was no guessing that he was now mad at you, and it wasn’t just the cocaine talking.

“I...I was going through the mail the other day and there was a letter addressed from the village. I...I couldn’t help myself so….so I opened it and it was your mum writing that she wanted to visit except, well I know how upset you were last time she wrote you so I… I  just threw it out without telling you. I didn’t actually think she’d come.” If he wasn’t as drunk, he would have noticed the restlessness in your voice, you had never meant to do this, but there was no turning back now.

“Y/N you...you can’t just throw out my letters.” He said loudly.

“Would you have wanted to read it?”

“Well, no but-”

“Then hush up. I did what was best.”

“Ok, but now my parents are out there and I’m high as a fucking kite.”

“So what do we do?”

That was a good question Michael had no answer to. He rubbed his forehead as if that would help him think, but it was probably just helping to stop his head from aching. You had no idea how much coke he had just sniffed, but his skin was already covered with a sheen of sweat. You wanted to help since it was partly your fault that you two found yourselves in this position now, but how? You stepped forward slightly, putting a comforting hand on his arm.

“Look babe, it’s going to be ok. You can fake it, right? I mean, remember John’s birthday party last week, you were on way more than this and everyone believed you were sober.”

“Mum didn’t buy it.”

“Well she’s not here. Your adoptive parents won’t know a thing.”

He was coherent enough to coke a brow. “We’re in a fucking bar, everyone knows me. We...I can’t go out there. Not like this.”

“But Michael, we can’t just hide out in the men’s bathroom.”

“You can’t but I can. Just...go get them out.”

You sighed, this was not how you had planned on spending the night, or meeting Michael’s parents, but you were willing to do whatever you had to to fix this. By the looks of them, they’d definitely realize something was off and they would not approve.

“Alright, I’ll go tell them...something, and maybe you can see them tomorrow when-”

You watched how the situation Michael found himself in made him shake, and the only way to get it to stop was a little more coke. You refrained from objecting, although it was twisted maybe a bit more would help him relax, feel better or even forget about everything. You leaned against the counter as you watched him set up another line, moving to kiss his neck a little before he eventually took a hit.

Both of you quickly looked towards the door as someone opened it, Michael throwing his head back and sniffing as some residue littered the counter. You hit Michael in the shoulder, trying to get his attention on the person standing in the doorway.

“Dad!?”

Placing two teacups down on the table in front of Michael’s parents, you wished you had taken a roll in the snow yourself to ease your nerves. This wasn’t exactly how you had imagined meeting your boyfriend’s adoptive parents. Honestly, you had never thought you’d be able to meet them. While he talked highly of them, and all that talking was done when he was intoxicated, he never wanted them to see this part of his life.

Last night at the pub, Michael was too fucked up to speak to them, not to mention ashamed. You had done all the talking and agreed on them coming to your place, which you thankfully had time to clean quickly.

You took your seat next to Michael after his mother smiled and thanked you politely. He was tense, you could tell, and you’d try everything to calm him. You placed your hand on his knee comfortingly, sharing a look with him. He never looked so defeated, and they hadn’t even begun talking. All that was filling the air between you was the indescribable, high-pitched noise of the spoon hitting the porcelain mug as his mum stirred her tea.

His eyes were glued to the movements, and it drove him crazy, you could tell especially as he began shaking his leg.

“Look, let’s just talk about the fucking elephant in the room.” He snapped.

“Henry.” His father scolded.

“It’s Michael.” He corrected. “Look, I know what you two are going to say. That you disapprove of this life and my choices but I don’t what to hear it.”

You watched Michael, your hand never leaving Michael’s leg. You wanted to help, but in the moment you couldn’t feel more like….an outsider.

“Drugs Hen- Michael.” His mother spoke her words as gentle as she looked. “I thought I raised you better.” He immediately tensed up under you, you knew disappointing the woman who raised him was the last thing he wanted. That’s obviously why it had been easier to leave his whole family behind.

He clenched and unclenched his jaw, trying to find the words to say. All without looking at her. Silence hung in the air for a long time.

“It’s not your fault….Mum.”

She looked up from her teacup, misty eyes and smiling.

“I...I don’t know where I failed you.”

“You didn’t fail me. I...this is who I am. It helps me. I need it.”

His dad shook his head and scoffed, he simply couldn’t believe it. Good men didn’t do drugs in the bathroom of some gangster-run pub, and it arguably affected him more because he had been the one to see his son do it first hand. He couldn’t stand to hear it anymore, pushing away from the table and walking out, ignoring his wife’s calls.

Michael hung his head and you tried soothing him even more by rubbing his back and making him look at you.

“Go talk to him.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Just try.” You whispered with a simple kiss to his cheek before he got up and left.

Alone with his mum, you didn’t dare look at her until you could have sworn you heard a sob escape her lips.

You offered her a handkerchief, and she thanked you politely again.

“How...how are you feeling?”

“I...I don’t know. I’m just...shocked. My Henry was such a good little boy, I never imagined he’d...well I never wanted this for him.” She explained shakily as she dried her tears.

“Ma’am, if I may. Now, I never knew Henry, but I would have liked to. But that man is not Henry, that’s Michael. He has his faults, of course, fuck I wish he didn’t do snow, but I know why he does. He’s been through a lot recently. I can’t imagine having gone what he’s had to go through and managing to still be sane. The drugs help. And I can promise you, he’s still the boy you raised. He’s kind, he’s caring, he’s the best man I’ve ever met. He cares about me, he’s willing to do anything for me. That’s sounds more like the boy you raised, doesn’t it?” You smiled, and after a long pause, she smiled at you as well.

“I’m glad to hear that.” She smiled. “I just want the best for him. I raised him as if he was my own.”

“I know. And Michael loves you. He’s so grateful for all that you did. He didn’t want to disappoint you, that’s why he never answers your letters. He knew you wouldn’t approve, and he didn’t want you to see him like this.”

She sniffled again and dragged the tissue under her eyes, but her smile was wide and warm. She reached over to take your hand, and it was just as soft and warm as you had imagined. By some twist of fate, your words had not only eased her worries but simultaneously won her over as well.

Twenty more minutes went by before Michael and his dad walked back in. He seemed lighter like everything was ok. Of course, it wasn’t, it couldn’t be, not for him, but maybe it was good enough. The rest of the day was spent with them, showing them the sights, which to be honest there weren’t many worthy sights to see in Birmingham. You had lunch, shared stories of young Henry, and were sad to see them go, as was Michael.

Once their train had left the station to head back to the countryside, you leaned into Michael and kissed him softly.

“How are you?”

“Good.” He sighed in relief. “My uh...father wasn’t too happy, but I explained it to him that it helps me sleep. And, you know he’s still disappointed but, at least he understands. And mum...well you seemed to have won her over.”

“I like her.” You smiled, giving him a kiss. “She’s sweet. She loves you.”

“Well guess what. I love you.”

#peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders imagine #michael gray fanfic #michael gray headcanon #michael gray fanfiction

[im-tops-bottom]

Natasha opens the door after the bell is rung and sees a crying baby. She picks up the basket and brings it inside. She picks up the baby and calms it down. Keeps it warm as it's only got a nappy on.

Natasha's husband Clint picks up the letter and reads it.

"dear hopefully kind hearted people,

This is my son Tony. Me and my husband Howard weren't planning on a baby. He got drunk one night and had sex with me. He is obviously gay and we only married so no one found out otherwise this would cause a scandal.

He doesn't know about the baby and hopefully never finds out. He said that if I ever got pregnant then he would kill the baby and divorce me making sure I never get a job or house ever again.

Please look after him and make sure he turns into a bright young lad. As soon as he is old enough on the back is my number so he can call me and we can sit down and talk about everything he wants to know.

I have a necklace with a photo of me under his pillow so he knows what I look like. Then again with Stark Industries he will know soon enough who his parents look like. Do not let him make contact with his father.

If anything should ever happen to me then please contact his Aunt Peggy. The number is also on the back.

Apologies dear people and i cant begin to thank you enough. I understand if you don't want to keep him but please keep him and everything safe when you find a nice loving home.

Love Maria Stark"

Natasha and Clint take a look at each other and let out a smile.

"I'll do some quick baby shopping"

"and I'll order in the furniture for tomorrow. I think we have a baby pouch in the fridge from when your niece and nephew came over"

"okay Tony dad is just going down the road"

Baby tony looks up and grabs Clint's index finger and giggles. Clint smiles before kissing Tony's forehead and leaves.

Natasha gets to online shopping while playing around with the baby waiting for Clint to come back with clothes, nappies and food.

"Tony we are your new parents now. Don't you worry about a thing because we will take real good care of you"

As Tony grows up he is taught different forms of fighting, how to be a great assassin, interrogate, how to live through a torture with fight left, how to use different types of weapons (especially bows) and instruments as well as how to dance, sing, draw, and several different languages.

Tony becomes really smart from a young age and in his spare time he loves doing science and creating stuff. He also learns first aid so he is prepared for almost any kind of situation.

Natasha and Clint spend most of their time mother Henning and being over protective of Tony. Teaches him how to respect people who deserve it and how to be sassy. They loved him like he was actually their own.

By the time Tony is 15 is when he asks about his real parents. They sit down and talk about everything that happened. Tony thanks them for telling the truth.

Next day they get a surprise visit from none other than a Peggy Carter. Peggy explains that Howard had found out about Tony and murdered his mother. She gives them coordinates on a safe house owned by a company called shield.

Peggy tells Nat and Clint that Shield have been after the two for awhile. Not to take down but to recruit. Tells them not to be surprised if someone from shield comes in every now and again.

When they ask why they have to move Peggy gives them a small smile and tells them that Howard knows where they are.

"At first he wanted to murder Tony however Hydra got a hold of Howard and now they are working together to bring Tony In as both sides made their own version of super soldier serums. There were 2 friends who joined they army but had split during the fight. One was Steve Rogers who became Captain America and the other is Bucky Barnes also known as the Winter Soldier"

"wait hold on are they still working for them? We are trained assassin's and have gone up against the Winter Soldier. There's no way we can go up against 2 super Soldiers"

"have no fear Natasha. Steve rescued Bucky and they did a runner when everything went downhill. Shield recruited them. Bucky has gone through brainwashing and torture so our team are finding ways to help him out. The mind wipes had been doing the most harm"

"wait a minute I have an idea"

"Clint no! We are not doing that to him. No way. We trained him incase something happened to us not so he can do shit like this"

"mum it's okay. I think I know what dad is trying to say"

"what's happening?"

"Aunt Peggy right? Your the aunty my real mum said i should contact if anything were to happen to her"

"that's right"

"great. So I have a blue print of a machine that I want to create. It would help with the memories. The only problem is I don't have the things I need to create it. If I can do that for him then maybe we can have it as payback for you guys giving us a place to stay."

"and what's the catch?"

"well I don't trust people around my things except for mum and dad. I would need full access to everything, be kept alone while building it, only access being mum and dad until it finishes and I would also need to meet this winter soldier fella so I can do some readings and tests on him."

"what about tests?"

"I'll be testing it on myself and if you could find me some people with memory issues then that would be great"

"deal"

"I don't like this. Not one bit. Trust is something hard to come by"

"I understand but let us prove that we have very good intentions"

"I'm going to regret this. Fine. Ok guys let's pack up everything. Nothing is to be left behind."

"we have a quinjet waiting out back so you guys can bring all the stuff there. We also have hands on deck"

"great then get them to do the heavy lifting while we pack"

"Steve! Bucky! Come on in! We need all hands on deck"

"they're here?"

....

Everything has been going well. Steve, Tony and Bucky have been getting along. Natasha still has trust issues but has decided that she can work for shield. Clint also decides to work for them.

The machine now known as BARF is built and all the tests are done. On Tony's 18th birthday is when everything is complete and a day later they use it Bucky.

They would have given it more time but Stark Industries and Hydra have located the main SHIELD building and is planning an attack to bring back their super Soldiers and Tony.

The machine works and Bucky recovers most of his memories. Tony manages after some hard work to remove the trigger words attached to Bucky's mind. He also puts in a word to send Bucky to sleep just in case it doesn't work. Tony also uses the machine on Steve just in case.

Since working alongside each other everyone has started noticing that Steve and Bucky have become very protective of shields new baby genius. It really shows when tragedy strikes.

2 days before Tony turns 19 is when Hydra strikes. There have been a lot of casualties between Hydra and shield. They couldn't capture the super Soldiers but managed to grab Tony who got hurt from the blast.

Tony is sent to one of their business partners in Afghanistan where he gets a battery in his chest to keep him alive while he gets tortured. They never give their names just in case. They send a video to shield telling them that they have tony and will keep him alive if shield hands over the super Soldiers.

Bucky growls at the video as a spoon breaks in his metal hand as soon as he sees the battery in Tony's chest. Steve hugs him promising that they will get him back.

The group that has Tony finds out he is very smart and tells him to build them some weapons. Tony is tortured beyond what he can handle because his parents never taught him how to handle this kind of torture. He says yes and gets tortured a week later when they find out he built something better to keep himself alive first. After someone is shot in front of him, he gets a new person to help. Yinsen who is a doctor that was taken from his family.

They devise a plan to make an armor with weapons to break them out. they plan it out as they make shitty weapons for their kidnappers.

It's not until a few weeks later once the suit is built is when trouble strikes. The kidnappers find out about the plan and murder Yinsen on the spot before Tony could reach his suit.

They are just about to shoot Tony when bullets come flying through their heads sending them to the ground. Tony looks up in surprise to see who is standing there.

"Bucky"

"come on let's get out of here"

Tony smiles as he runs over to his suit.

"meet me outside. I got something I want to test trial first"

"Tony now is not the time"

"Bucky trust me. I got this"

"fine but if you aren't back out in the next 10 minutes then I'm sending Steve in and you don't want that"

"absolutely not. See you soon"

Tony watches Bucky go before he gets into his suit.

"this better work"

Much to Tony's delight the suit turns on and he can feel his arc reactor vibrating as it powers the suit.

"I'm gonna need to work on that one when I get home"

....

Bucky is surprised when he looks up and sees people running out of the cave. He notices a machine come out and snorts because he saw it in the cell Tony was kept in.

"everyone weapons down, that's Tony"

He watches Tony set off flamethrowers from his arms turning everyone into kebabs before he destroys the weapons and tanks waiting outside. The enemies are done for.

"wait where is Tony going?"

Bucky notices steve following his line of sight to see Tony flying up in the air. 5 seconds later a large rocket flies past Tony and he starts chasing it.

"eyes on Tony. Follow him and do not let him out of your sights. The idiot is going after the rocket"

"as soon as we are done here, he is absolutely grounded"

After 20 minutes they find Tony in an open desert surrounded by broken parts of what looks like his suit. The quinjet lands and Steve races out to collect the genius who is unconscious.

As soon as they are on the jet, Steve and Bucky sit by Tony's side protecting him until they reach a new shield building where Tony is rushed to the medical bay.

They find out that whatever is in Tony's chest is acting like a magnet and keeping a piece of shrapnel away from his heart. They try to take the magnet out and race to put it back in as they see the shrapnel moving.

As soon as Tony wakes up, he demands to be taken to a lab. He's surprised when they tell him that he has his very own lab. Steve and Bucky requested it for a welcome back present.

"speaking of, where are they?"

"after rescuing you, they stayed by your side until Agent Carter demanded they get some sleep. I was to inform everyone on when you wake up."

"great then inform them as soon as I'm taking down to my lab"

"but t-"

"no buts just do it."

Tony is shown his new lab and locks the door as soon as he gets in. He gets to work right away.

"ok let's see if we ha-"

"good afternoon sir"

Tony jolts before looking everywhere.

"who's there?"

"I am an artificial intelligence known as Jarvis. I was created to learn and help you with anything you may need. No matter where you are I can be installed into whatever device or room you want."

"great we'll get to know one another and I'll question my sanity soon but first help me out here"

"what would you like help with boss?"

"I need to build a new arc reactor because this one in my chest won't last long. Oh and I want to open up another project called hmmmm tin man? Nahhhh that sounds dumb. Robot man? Nah. RoboCop? No I call Buckaroo that. Hmm hey Jarvis what would a good project name be for a robotic suit I'm about to make"

"iron man has a good ring to it"

"hmm that will do for now I suppose. I won't be making all my suits out of that."

"Project Iron Man is underway"

#part 1 #i think #its going to be a stuckony one #i will update every other day #for now hold on tight #and enjoy the ride #clintasha are a okay

[reekierevelator]

On the Eve of the Wedding

Finishing up at work on Friday nights was never easy.  There was always one last thing to do.  And then another last thing.  And another. It was never easy ensuring all the vans had returned from making deliveries and all next week’s orders were fully processed and ready to be loaded first thing Monday morning. And presentation was important. If the vans came back filthy a quick hose down was necessary.

Being loading bay supervisor was a reasonable job but I was hoping to make transport manager before I hit thirty.  After that I figured it might be time to settle down. But that Friday all I was thinking was at least it was the end of the week. So, at last, time for a pint at the local, the works’ crowd gathering in the Sheared Sheep, just to be sociable and wind down, reducing the week’s stresses and strains to old war stories, something to make each other laugh about.  

And Friday nights I liked a drink. Didn’t take the old jalopy in on Fridays. So later I’d generally pick up fish and chips or a pizza, or end up in an Indian restaurant with some of the gang.  If I got the early bus back to my little bachelor pad on the outskirts of town I’d maybe get something delivered. But this Friday night was different.

It was Rebecca Ralston, the red head from the marketing department. I seemed to have been bumping into her for the last few weeks. The main offices were at the opposite end of the site to the loading bay but somehow she’d felt the need to come over several times, wanting to talk to me about planning new adverts for the vans, different colour schemes, scheduling printing, application to the vehicles and so on. And this even though the current advertising contract still had almost a year to run.

Not that I minded. She was a bubbly sort of girl, an effervescent personality. Irregular teeth like pushed over tombstones but still easy on the eye. She brought a little brightness into the windowless little office in the dark cavern of the loading bay. She liked to talk with a hand on my arm or my shoulder, making sure she had my attention. And that day she hinted that after work on Fridays it wasn’t unusual for her to find her way to the Sheared Sheep. As it happened it suited her, she said, living close enough to just walk home if she happened to stay late.

Unfortunately, it was nearly eight when I finally got everything wrapped up and made that watering hole. The pub was already in that in-between phase where most of the early evening ‘couple of pints after work’ crowd had already been, drunk their quota, and gone off to catch buses and trains, while only one or two of the genuine locals had as yet made an appearance.  

But Rebecca was there, sitting on the edge of one of those leather sofas they’d refurbished the place with, the typical modern décor reflecting the changing functionality; more coffee shop or restaurant these days than the traditional beer-swillers’ second home.

The sofa was angled towards the door and as I entered she looked up at me under her curls and neatly shaped eyebrows and I could see she already had a glow on. She smiled that girlish crooked teeth smile and raised her hand in a nominal gesture of welcome. The black jacket of her office trouser suit was slung over the arm of the sofa. Her pretty powder blue blouse and black trousers looking fetching.

Two of the new young recruits to Accounts sat beside her. They noticed me as they followed Rebecca’s gaze.  She introduced them as Jerome and Melissa but as I joined them they both rose to leave, even refusing my offer of a round, insisting instead that they had other obligations and had to rush home. But they would be sure to see me around the office – sometime. People from the main office don’t mix much with the van loading fraternity.

Rebecca held out an empty glass saying she wouldn’t mind another double vodka tonic with lemon and ice, and when I returned from the bar the pub was even emptier.  Rebecca made a show of looking around all points of the compass, her short red curls bouncing, before she declared the Sheared Sheep mutton.

‘It’s really dead here, isn’t it?

I nodded and took another swallow before concluding the guest real ale, Crafty Brown Cow IPA was something less than acceptable. It seemed fermented from liquidised mince.

‘There’s another place up off the main road that’s livelier,’ Rebecca was saying, and I’d hardly had time to sit down before she’d grabbed my hand and we were on the move.  

The Hardened Artery wasn’t my usual kind of place but it was certainly busy. A three piece guitar band was playing 50s rock n roll on a tiny stage and there were even young trendy types trying to dance.  I rooted around and managed to scrounge a couple of stools and we proceeded to shout at each other, exchanging inane pleasantries over a medley of Johnny B Good and Hey Bo Diddley.

‘I like your shirt,’ she shouted, making me glance down at my red and blue striped button-down Ben Sherman.

‘I like your blouse Rebecca,’ I shouted back.

‘Call me Becky,’ she insisted.

‘Ok,’ I said, ‘call me Steve.’

 The band were roaring into Promised Land as Becky drew her stool much closer to mine saying she couldn’t hear, and I picked up floral notes from her eau de cologne as she pressed her legs up against mine. She waved her hand around ostentatiously like a fan in front of her face and undid the top buttons of her blouse as she complained about the heat. I felt myself definitely getting very warm too. I might not be quite God’s gift but I was sure I was picking up signals and the sap was rising. I wasn’t wearing a tie I could loosen but I took off my jacket and instead undid a few buttons of my shirt revealing the pecs and heading to the six pack.

Another few drinks in that sweaty room and the long working week was catching up with me. I was dreading the long cold bus journey home and found myself glancing down at Rebecca’s newly revealed cleavage with a certain amount of wishful thinking.

‘After a final couple of brandies we fell out into the cold dark street and, saying how late it was, Becky suggested, as even in my increasingly inebriated state I somehow thought she might, that I spend the night at her place and leave off travelling home until the morning.

After a twenty minute walk, or rather stagger, including various impromptu stops for clinches and kisses, her place turned out to be a bedsit in a big old converted house, part of a street of big old converted houses.  The furnishings were Spartan. A lack of chairs meant I had to sit on the bed while she retrieved a couple of bottles of beer from an otherwise suspiciously empty cupboard.  After she’d applied the bottle-opener and handed me mine she plonked herself down across my knees, draping her arm around my neck.  I only had time for one more sip of beer before her lips locked on mine and we toppled backwards on to the bed.

She was wildly enthusiastic and I wasn’t complaining, but that degree of gay abandon did engender a certain sort of ‘last time before the end of the world’ feeling. It was a long time before I was allowed to sleep.

Afterwards, in the morning, I commented that of the various women I’d known she was unusual in not living amid a clutter of clothes, shoes, accessories, and a jumble of make-up jars and bottles.

She said ‘Well, to be honest, that is usually me too, but I’ve already moved almost all of my stuff to Denis’s place.’

‘Denis?’ I queried cautiously.

‘My fiancé.  I’m moving in to his place after the wedding.’

For a moment I thought, hoped, I’d misheard. But Becky rambled on, unselfconscious and unconcerned. ‘The wedding’s at three o’clock tomorrow. Well, three o’clock today now, of course,’ she said peering at her little bedside alarm clock and giggling. ‘The dress – floor length, dazzling white and lacy - is laid out at my Mum’s, along with all the other stuff.  The cake’s a beauty – three tiers. I’ve got to get to HairWays at eleven. Full hairdo and manicure treatment. I’m going for cherry red nail-varnish to match my lipstick. The make-up will take forever. Sorry, it’s a bit late to send you an invite. But there are still one or two things no-one’s chosen yet on our gift list – I mean, only if you really wanted to…’

‘You’re… you’re… getting married - today?’ I managed to stammer.

She stretched her arm under the bed and brought forth a little box. ‘Yes, I am,’ she said, opening the little box and putting the ring on her finger. She held her arm up in the air to watch the diamond sparkle.

‘And Denis?’

‘Oh, he plays rugby, professional now. And he’s been working nights as a doorman, mainly the Jacaranda Club, - to help pay for the wedding.’

‘Ah... he sounds like a great guy.’

‘Yes, but I’m not married to him yet, am I Steve?  And you’ve got lovely blue eyes and you’re really quite firm and muscular too – it must be helping to load all those heavy boxes. You know the girls up at the office have been talking about you for a while. We like to see your hose on the forecourt. I thought, well, I might as well make use of my last legitimate opportunity. At least that’s what they all told me when we were out on my hen night last week.’

‘Oh really?’ was all I could find to say.

Maybe I looked a little disappointed or pensive because she peered into my apparently lovely blue eyes and bit her lip with her unusual teeth. ‘Oh dear, I hope I haven’t offended you.’ she said. ‘Steve, you don’t feel I’ve just been using you, do you?’ She burst into a big smile. ‘I mean, it was good fun, wasn’t it?’

‘Well, yes,’ I had to admit. ‘Really, it was great.  And no, I suppose… I mean, I was as keen as you were… It’s just…’

‘Oh, well that’s all right then, isn’t it?’  Her eyes shone brightly. ‘And it’s only nine o’clock. I won’t be Mrs Denis McGlone for another six hours. We’ve still got at least another hour before I have to be going.’

And as she fell into my arms I tried hard to clear all the frightening images of giant prop forwards and burly bouncers from my mind.    

#Reekie Revelator #edinburgh #wedding #humour #humor #short story

[garyunwinimagines]

Canceling the Wedding - Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Pairings: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Author: @garyunwinimagines

Words: Over 2k. I don’t feel like counting...

Warnings: Swearing, but that comes with the territory. Also, SPOILER ALERT if you haven’t seen Golden Circle yet. Cause I’ve seen it 5 times and I’m still a wreck.

Notes: I know this isn’t a request, but I had to get it out of my system and couldn’t wait to share it with you! Thanks to @thesandbeneathmytoes for reading it over! ------------------------------------------------------- You weren’t sure if your heart could break anymore. The person that you loved with all your heart was getting married to another woman. Tequila, Ginger, Merlin, and Roxy all knew that you’ve loved Eggsy for some years now. Liam and Jamal had known too. They always thought that the two of you would get married and have a family, even when you were kids.

So, even though Eggsy was marrying Tilde, even though you don’t quite know her. You had talked to her a handful of times, it still hurt to see him getting married to her. She was nice and Eggsy seemed to really like her. Which was another knife to the heart. You and Eggsy were practically inseparable, throughout childhood and Kingsman. Your job at Kingsman was simply put as being Merlin’s protégé. So, you thankfully were not killed during Poppy’s strike.

-Flashback-

Your phone was going off like crazy, but you didn’t want to answer it. You felt like shit, so you had gone home early. Not wanting to get anyone else at HQ sick. You knew that you could’ve just went down to the med bay, but that just wasn’t happening. Too much like a hospital to you.

So, Roxy drove you home. Leading you to be miserable by yourself in bed.

Giving up, you picked up your phone with 50 missed calls from Eggsy and Merlin combined. You called Eggsy back first, but he didn’t pick up. So, you tried Merlin next, who picked up the phone instantly.

“(Y/n) are you, alright?” He asked.

“Just a bit of a cold, so I had Roxy drive me home because I didn’t want to do it myself. So, what’s up yours and Eggsy’s asses?” You said.

“Oh, thank god,” He said. “Is Lancelot still with you?”

“Nah, she left 10 minutes ago. Once she was done Mother Henning me,” You chuckled.

“Fuck,” You heard him whisper across the line.

“What the fuck is going on Merlin?”

“You’re fucking clones,” Merlin muttered.

“What? I’m no fucking clone, Merlin. Now tell me what the fuck is going on,” You said.

He paused before speaking, “Doomsday protocol. Meet us at the remains of the tailor shop now.”

“Shit. Is Roxy all right?”

“I still haven’t made contact, I’m glad that you’re alright (y/n),” He said and hung up.

So, you practically ran to the tailors and were met with a distraught Eggsy and stoic Merlin. You ran up to Eggsy and held onto him for dear life. You don’t know what you would’ve done if Eggsy was killed.

-End Flashback-

After the events that occurred in the last couple of weeks, Eggsy decided that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Tilde. Hence the wedding. Here you were standing between Roxy and Tequila. Looking at Eggsy standing up at the altar smiling. That was it for you. You couldn’t be here, even if that meant breaking your childhood promise.

“Rox. I can’t,” You said before turning to leave.

“(Y/n). He wants you here. Just try. Please,” She said before you got any further.

“Let her go, Lancelot. I know what it feels like,” He said before turning to you with a sympathetic gaze. “Go. Get drunk. It won’t change anything, but you’ll feel a hell of a lot better for a couple hours.”

The corners of your lips turned up at this as you quietly excused yourself. Telling those who asked that you had to use the restroom. When in fact you were leaving as fast as you could before you started crying. You kept your head down as you made it to your car. Reaching into your purse, you looked for your keys. Not finding them you looked at your feet. They had simply fallen out of your hands, which you just noticed were shaking with all the emotions coursing through your veins. You reached down to grab your keys but ended up falling and landing on your ass instead.

That was it. You started sobbing uncontrollably. You should be happy that your best friend is marrying somebody he loves, but on the other hand, he is shattering your heart in the process. You wanted it to be you. You wanted to be the one in a white dress today. You wanted to be the reason for Eggsy’s beautiful smile. The one that made his eyes shimmer with that special twinkle. The one that made your heart melt. After a couple minutes your sobs died down and you heard someone call out your name.

“(Y/n) where are ya?” A familiar voice yelled. It didn’t take long to place that voice once you heard them yell out your name again. It was Eggsy. You now held your keys in your hands and slid into the backseat of your car. You pulled out a new piece of Kingsman/Statesman technology that would make you invisible to the naked eye. Now the only issue was keeping quiet so he wouldn’t find you. As you could tell that he was getting closer as his voice was getting louder by the second. Why was he out here looking for you? Little did you know why.

Before Tilde made her way down the aisle, Eggsy looked at his friends and mum. He felt a pang in his chest when he didn’t see you there anymore. His eyes connected with Roxy and she mouthed “sorry” to him. She knew how much it meant to him to have her here. He knew that if she didn’t love him back, he sure as hell wanted her here with him. They had promised as kids to be at each other’s sides forever. He still remembers that like it was yesterday.

-Flashback-

It was a cool and breezy day in London. Both of your moms were sitting on a nearby park bench, keeping an eye on the two of you. You were wearing a purple t-shirt with a bright yellow hoodie and jeans. He was wearing a blue hoodie and khakis. There was lots of running around, then you two ran up the stairs for the big slide. You were behind him on the stairs. Once the two of you reached the top he looked at you and smiled.

“Hey (y/n)?” Eggsy asked.

“Yeah Eggsy,” You replied.

“Do you think we’ll be best friends forever?” He asked nervously.

“Of course! You’re my bestest friend ever!” You exclaimed and threw your hands in the air. “We’ll be there for any and everything!”

You were beaming at him, and he was smiling just as wide at you.

“So, we’ll be at each other’s weddin’s an’ babies?”

“Yeah! We’ll be together forever!” You said then kissed his cheek and slid down the slide.

Eggsy was still smiling, it now being accompanied by a light blush and followed you down the slide.

-End Flashback-

Up to this day, he never thought much of what you said, but the kiss has never left him. That wasn’t the only time you’ve kissed his cheek. It was the first that started everything. As in his feelings for you. They’ve been there ever since and grew with each passing day. But not seeing you standing inside the church made him realize that he can’t settle for Tilde. So here he was outside his own wedding, looking for you. He was wondering why you were hiding from him.

You had the feeling that he was going to try and get you to back inside when it was impossible for you to do that. You saw him two cars down from yours. A new wave of emotions washed over you, and you took a deep breath to try and calm down. At least enough to hope he didn’t notice you.

“(Y/n)!” Eggsy desperately yelled. He was frantically looking in each car. He approached your car next.

“(Y/n), where’d ya go love,” He pleaded.

You saw him go from standing to leaning against your car to avoid falling and ruining his fancy ass uniform. The thought made you smile until you noticed what he noticed. There is a little scratch on the right side of the door handle. He would know because he put it there. He instantly stood up and looked inside the car.

“Love? Ya in there?”

He kept looking through the windows, and you held your breath, so it didn’t seem as if the seat you were laying on was breathing. He just stood there, and you got more nervous as the seconds passed by. You could feel your chest tightening as you were running out of breath, and you knew that he knew how long you could hold your breath. Those stupid competitions are biting you in the butt now. But you were able to sneak a shallow breath in when he turned the other way for a second. You hoped he was going to walk away, but he did something worse. Put on his glasses. You knew that Merlin had programmed the glasses to see through the sheets.

So, the second those glasses were on, you knew you were fucked. Once his eyes met yours, they softened from the studying gaze he held moments before.

“Love open the door please,” He asked.

“No,” You said not wanting to confront him yet.

His eyes dropped slightly, “Don’t make me break the window (Y/n).”

You glared at him. Knowing that you were still a little upset that he scratched your car. Not risking any more damage to it, you began to sit up in order to open the door. Eggsy sighed, but instantly that was replaced with nervousness. Why was he nervous?

“But you have to tell me why you’re out here before I open the door,” You said and his back stiffened.

“I’ll tell you if you open the door,” He replied defiantly.

“How about you take off the glasses first, and-” You were cut off by Eggsy opening the door, and ripping the stealth sheet that was covering you off. He was kneeling on the seat between your legs.

You turned your head to the side where you were met with the black leather seat. Still too scared to face him. His left hand cupped your cheek and turned your face to face his. His right hand was resting on your other cheek. His warmth and musk encompassing you. His eyes gazed into yours with nervousness and something else that you couldn’t quite place.

“I realized something standin’ up there,” He said. “You were breakin’ our promise love.”

You chuckled, but it came out more like a choked so. He leaned forward and rested your foreheads against each others.

“Is that why you’re not a prince yet?”

“Not really.”

“Then why are ya out here with me and not in there with your fiancée?”

He leaned forward, and your lips connected in a tender kiss. You started to melt into the kiss, but then remembered where you were. Gently you pushed him back, just enough to give him the hint to stop. You held back tears at what you were about to say. Feeling deep inside that Eggsy was probably just scared to get married.

“Eggsy we can’t. You're just scared and getting cold feet about marrying Tilde,” You said.

Eggsy looked at you absolutely devastated, like you just absolutely shattered his heart.

“(Y/n),” His voice sounded weak. “I fucking love you, that why I’m here with you,” He was

gaining more confidence. “Cause not seeing you there broke my heart, and it made me realize how much of a prick I am for not telling ya sooner.”

You couldn’t believe it. You were speechless at the fact that Eggsy loved you too. A smile formed on your face as you went to say the three words you’ve wanted to tell him for years.

“I love you.”

He grinned and leaned in once again as your lips connected for the second time. One of his hands held your smiling face to his, as yours wrapped around his neck to hold his face to yours. His lips felt like heaven to you, and you didn’t want to stop kissing him. That was until the need for oxygen was too loud to ignore. You pulled away from him, just enough to take a breath.

Eggsy was beaming at you, and you were sure that your expression matched his.

“So how about we ditch this place?” He said.

“I thought you’d never ask,” You beamed and pecked him on the lips, and crawled up to the front of the car and sped away.

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Broken Home. 

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This is Completely Fiction, nothing in this story is based off of anybody's life, I just wanted to make another High School type story. I love the boys of 5SoS and all the youtubers, so hopefully you'll Enjoy. 

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Chapter 2. Why in the World am I here?

After going home and stalling for almost an hour, Dan and I drove over to Ashton's place. We were only planning on staying for an hour tops, then sneak away and spend the rest of the night at McDonalds. I had changed my t - shirt, but other than that, I didn't care much for my outfit. Shockingly, there were a lot of cars, lined up around Ashton's extravagant home. " How about, we leave now, then tell our friends that.... The car broke down " I exclaimed in a panicked voice, I hated parties. Dan looked around, looking just as frightened as me. " Deal... " he nodded in agreement, I sighed while nodding back ( Let's get out of here ). But, before we could make our getaway, someone knocked on the window. " Hey Henley! " Ashton shouted already tipsy, " Luke's gonna shit a brick when he see's you actually showed up ". " I'd pay to see that.. " I muttered quietly, making Dan chuckle. " Come on you two, the party's just gettin' started! " Ashton smiled, I sighed deeply " Well, looks like we're stuck here... Don't forget stick together ". Dan smirked " Always ", I groaned quietly while opening the car door. " Wow, you two look great... Come on before all the drinks are gone! " Ashton exclaimed linking our arms together and pulling me into his house, I gave Dan a look as he followed us. As soon as we stepped into his house, I felt extremely out of place. I felt as if everyone was starring at me, Ashton shouting at everyone surely didn't help. I took a few deep breaths, telling myself it was going to be okay. The three of us walked into the kitchen as Ashton shoved a plastic cup into Dan and I's hands, " What is this? " I asked curiously. Ashton only shrugged " I don't know, but it's good ", I took one sip of it, realizing that it was straight vodka. I scrunched my nose as the beverage burnt my throat, causing both Ashton and Dan to chuckle softly. " I'll go find Luke " Ashton stated as he quickly walked off, before I could even protest. " Maybe if you drink a little, it'll calm your nerves " Dan whispered to me, I only rolled my eyes while dumping the drink in the sink " I'll be fine with a coca - cola ". He chuckled as Remi joined us in the kitchen, looking a little tore up, " Hey guys, you actually came! " she smiled hugging me tightly, she smelt like sex ( but, I knew she wasn't drunk. Remi's dad was a struggling alcoholic and she hated any type of alcohol ). I gave her a look, with one of my eyebrows raised. She groaned loudly " I know what you're thinkin' Hen, but no, I didn't have sex ", " Then why do you look like you just fucked someone? " I scoffed. " Because when I got here, Calum automatically found me and took me upstairs, but I stopped him as soon as my shirt came off " she stated with a serious look on her face, which made my jaw drop ( That's a first ). " Why? " I asked curiously, making her shrug slightly " I don't know... I like Calum and maybe, I don't want him to be just another hookup ". I smiled widely at her " Oh my, looks like little Remi has a heart ", she rolled her eyes but chuckled. " Well, look who we have here. Little Henley and her loser friends. The squad of Losers " I heard Becca stated from behind us, when we turned around, of course Calum had his arm around her shoulder. " I don't know why any of you showed up, you're not cool enough to hang out with us " she laughed as I glanced at Remi, who looked like she was going to cry ( And I had never seen her cry, she was the strongest woman I knew, apart from my mum ). " Hey, Ashton invited us " Dan spat, starting to get tipsy himself. Becca chuckled " Ashton doesn't have a brain in his head, so do us a favor and leave ", I looked at her slightly " Do us a favor... And go fuck yourselves ". " Oh, we will " Becca smirked while pulling Calum towards the staircase, I glanced at Remi, who had her head hung, looking pained. I had never seen her act like that over a guy, which only told me she had real feelings towards Calum. Once they were both out of the room, Remi sighed deeply " I'm gonna head home guys ". I nodded silently while pulling me into a tight hug " Call me later, alright ", she smiled slightly while nodding " Will do... ". I laughed quietly as she walked towards the front door, " Wow, looks like Remi's got her very first major crush... " Dan stated all of a sudden. I chuckled slightly " Yeah... Now, let's go out into the back... I don't wanna be running into you know who ", he smiled as he slung his arm around my shoulder.

We walked out into the garden, seeing as it was huge. People in boxers and bra's ran around, some were swimming in a large pool, I even caught a glimpse of most of our friends. That is, except for Emi, but I knew were she was most likely, or should I say, I knew who she was with. Dan and I found a semi quiet spot under a large oak tree, away from all the drunks. Dan was blabbering on about something that happened in chemistry, like how he set something on fire, I don't know. I was keeping a look out for either Luke or for Amy, since she clearly hated me for no reason. After sitting there for an hour, Dan got up to grab another drink, but I chose to stay behind ( Which was a major mistake ). " I can't believe you actually showed your face... " I heard Amy state, with a scoff. " Her ugly ass face " Becca snickered, " Lookin' like a fucking troll " Aubrey joined in. ( Great, the gangs all here ) I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes, " What are you even wearing?... This, is a party " Aubrey stated causing me to whip my head towards them. " Then why are you three dressed like you're going to the Oscars? "  I seriously asked, " Oh, someone's a smart ass now... Tell me, how desperate are you? " Amy spat. I looked at her confused for a moment and then stood up " I don't know what you're talking about, but I didn't come here to deal with you ", " Yeah, you came to try and fuck Luke! " Aubrey shouted pointing a bony finger at me. I scoffed loudly while putting my hands up in defense " That's the last thing I came here for! ", Amy let out a bitter laugh " Yeah right ". I sighed deeply " No really, he doesn't even know my name... None of them do ", as soon as I finished that sentence I heard Ashton shout " Henley! Luke's wondering where are you ". I groaned quickly as I glanced to see Ashton shouting out of one of the upstairs windows, ( Great timing ) I thought to myself as I looked back at Amy. " None of them know your name huh " she stated bitterly, with an eyebrow raised. Before I could reply, Amy and her squad of bitches pushed me to the ground, hard. I groaned deeply as I attempted to sit up, but Amy quickly made contact with my face, using her foot. She kicked me a few times before Dan came rushing back, I could already tell my nose was bleeding, I also probably had a busted lip and I would be lucky if I didn't have a black eye in the morning. " What's going on here! " Dan slurred, trying not to fall over himself. Unfortunately, Aubrey beat him to the thought and pushed Dan to the ground beside me. " That's what you get for being somewhere you don't belong and keep your grubby little hands off of Luke, he's mine " Amy spat as she sent us one last glare, turning away and walking back towards the house, Becca and Aubrey following close behind ( Like the little bitches they were ). Dan glanced towards me " Hen, you okay? ", I nodded slowly as I stood up " Yeah, I just need a few minutes and then we're leaving ". I walked into the house, trying to locate the nearest bathroom.

When I found one, I locked the door and sat on the edge of the bathtub, taking in a deep breath ( I can't believe that just happened, sure Amy has said shit to my face before, but she's never gotten physical ). After taking a few deep breaths, I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess, blood was not only on my face, but it was all over my shirt as well. I knew it was a mistake coming here, I don't belong with people like this. I'm not one to fight, I just didn't have that in me. I sighed deeply as I grabbed a small washcloth and dampened it with cold water, " Fuck... Sorry for the blood, Ashton " I groaned to myself as I wiped  away the blood that was coming from my nose ( It was a gusher ). Moments went by quietly as I tried to clean myself up, but a knock on the bathroom door made me jump slightly. " This one's taken! " I groaned loudly, mad that I couldn't get my nose to stop bleeding, or at least slow down a bit. " Uh... Henley? " I heard Luke say, I rolled my eyes " I said, this one's taken ". " I know what you said, open the door " he stated loudly, trying to be stern. " No! " I exclaimed. " Ashton saw what happened, I just wanna help! " he stated almost sounding genuine. " Oh please, you just wanna make fun of me!... Not happening " I groaned, I heard him sigh deeply " I don't actually, I really want to help. I've got punched and kicked in the face before, I know how to help ". I rolled my eyes, but walked towards the door to unlock it, ( I hope I won't regret this ) I thought to myself as I slowly opened the door. Luke stood there, with one of those stupid smiles on his face. " If you laugh once, I'll kick you so hard in the balls " I threatened in a low tone, he chuckled slightly " No need to threaten me Henley, I'm just here to help ". I sighed deeply, backing back into the bathroom. He walked in, closing the door behind himself. " First, you need to hold your head up and apply pressure to your nose " Luke instructed, I furrowed my eyebrows. " Look up at the ceiling " Luke chuckled again, I sighed quietly as I did as he said. I heard him moving around the bathroom, but I just kept my eyes on the boring white ceiling. This was weird and awkward, why was he acting so nice. " I'm going to put some of this medicine on your lip, is that all right? " he asked me curiously, " Sure " I said shrugging my shoulders. I felt him apply the medicine gently to my busted lip and then I heard him chuckle, that stupid fucking chuckle. " So, do you wanna tell me why Amy kicked you? " he asked, I rolled my eyes " I don't know, she thinks I'm trying to hook up with you... She told me to keep my grubby hands off of you ". He chuckled quietly, but then sighed deeply. " It's not like I came here to try and sleep with you, I don't even like you... Remi and Emi are the only reason why I'm here " I groaned, making it known as to why I was even there. " So, parties really aren't our thing... " he stated probably wearing a small cheeky smile, I couldn't see him though, so I just assumed. " Nope, video games and homework is my thing... Oh, and pizza " I stated without any emotion, " So, you're a nerd basically " Luke chuckled. I furrowed my eyebrows and quickly looked at him, scoffing in response. " Fuck off! " I mumbled quickly standing up and walking towards the door, I didn't need to hear anything else he had to say. I pulled open the door and quickly walked out, ignoring the weird looks from everyone. I found Dan waiting patiently by the front door, " Time to go " I stated with a sigh. " Henley! " I heard a voice shout, a very familiar Australian voice. I grabbed Dan by the hand and pulled him out the door, quickly making my way to my car. " Why was Luke Hemmings yelling your name? " Dan asked in a slurred tone he was definitely drunk, " I don't know " I growled. I pushed him into the passenger seat and quickly jumped into the drivers side, looking back towards the house, only to see Luke walking out the front door, looking around for something, or someone. " My mum will kill me if she see's me like this on a school night... " Dan mumbled with a slight chuckle, " Just text her and tell her that you're staying at my place. Tell her we're busy studying, you live right next door, she shouldn't have a problem.. I mean, she never has before " I stated sternly while starting the car. He laughed loudly while pulling out his phone, making me roll my eyes. I quickly pulled  away from the curb and sped away, letting out an aggravated sigh, that was the last party I'd be attending for a while. " I told you Luke had a thing for you " Dan giggled, snapping a photo of me with his phone. " Shut up... " I growled quietly, only to have him giggle even more. 

15 minutes later, we arrived back at my house. I helped Dan out of the car and through the front door, " Shh... my mum and brother are asleep " I whispered. " Okay! " Dan stated loudly, " Oh sorry... Shh ". I rolled my eyes as I guided him towards the staircase, but was cut off when my mum walked out of the kitchen. " Henley, Daniel... Do you have any idea what time it is? You told me you'd be home by 11... What the hell happened to you? " she asked curiously while staring at my face, " Well... Dan's drunk and I got kicked in the face a few times " I sighed nonchalantly. She shook her head silently while sighing " Take him upstairs, I'll get some supplies to clean up that face of yours ", I nodded while helping Dan up the steps, him giggling the entire way. I dropped him onto the floor where he normally slept when he stayed over and no, my mum didn't have a problem with him and I sleeping in the same room. She knew I wasn't having sex, I was more worried about all my schoolwork. I threw him some sweat pants and walked into my bathroom, to change into my pajama's. Once I finished I walked back into my room, to see my mum waiting for me. " So, are you going to tell me why someone kicked you in the face? " she asked sternly, she sat on my bed and applied more medication cream onto my busted lip. " Well, this girl accused me of going to that party only to steal her fuckboy " I stated seriously, making my mum scoff loudly " Henley Louise Mclain, watch your language ". I rolled my eyes slightly and groaned " Sorry, but it's true... She kicked me a few times, but I'm okay... ", she smiled " You always were the strong one, weren't you ". I nodded slightly as she handed me an ice pack, " Will you tell me who this guy is? " she questioned with a smirk. " Luke Hemmings... " I heard Dan mumble, making me groan loudly ( Way to go Dan ). " Oh, the Hemmings boy... You know I work with his mum... She's a sweet woman and he seems like a sweet boy himself... Always bringing her lunch " my mum smiled, " He's quite the opposite of sweet mum... He's a punk, a bully and he thinks he's above everyone else " I stated while running my hand through my hair. She sighed deeply while nodding " Well, okay... Just try to keep that ice on your eye to help with the bruising and in the morning, I I want you and Dan to take some aspirin, got it? ", I only nodded laying back in bed. " Goodnight kids " she whispered, closing my door behind her. " How do you think tomorrows gonna go? " I heard Dan whisper, " Like with Luke and all? ". I groaned deeply while turning onto my side, " Shut up Dan, go to sleep " I muttered as I shut my eyes. I heard Dan chuckle quietly after, his question burned into my mind. What would happen at school tomorrow and why did I care so much?...

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Should Have Married You After All (An “A Thousand Different Lives” Story)

So this is a veeeeery belated Christmas gift for @iloveforensics, who had wanted parentlock fics, and this is a single parent AU inspired by a list of AUs at @dumhaz‘s journal (the one I chose to use was "you've been sleeping at mine because your house is being renovated and we aren't even dating, yet every time you wake up to the baby and sigh, 'i'll go' i feel like we might as well be married"). So I hope you enjoy, sweetie!

Should Have Married You After All - Molly had never expected to be a single parent, but with the help of her friend, she’s coping well. But she’s wondering if her ex-fiancee was right and, perhaps, she had chosen the wrong man to marry in the first place...

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper

Characters: Molly Hooper, Sherlock Holmes, Original Hooper Character(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Non-Crime, Male-Female Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Best Friends, Past Molly Hooper/Tom - Freeform, Single Parent Molly, Molly is a Wedding Planner, Sherlock is a teacher, Cohabitation, Eventual Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, Sherlock is a Good Parent, Appreciative Molly, Caring Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes Loves Molly Hooper, Molly Hooper Loves Sherlock Holmes, Bad Decisions, near misses, wedding disaster, Relationship History, Tom Is An Asshole, Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper Fluff, Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper Kissing, Sherlock Holmes & Molly Hooper Friendship

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She could really get used to this, quite honestly.

She hadn’t expected to be in the situation she was in: left at the altar by her unbeknownst to her jealous fiancee Tom, who caused a scene at the wedding saying she should just marry her best friend if she wasn’t going to be truthful with him. All because the women at her hen night (none of whom she was actually friends with, save Mary) had decided to get drunk off their arses and go to a strip club for women and she just wasn’t interested and she went to Sherlock Holmes’s flat instead and stayed up watching crap telly and eating ice cream until she puked and she hadn’t told her fiancee.

Well, of course she’d countered that his mates had said he was so excited for a stripper on his stag night and he let the woman kiss him! It had nearly been a knock down drag out fight between Tom and Sherlock until Tom stormed off, taking most of the wedding party with him and telling her to stay the hell away from the reception he paid for.

When she broke down and cried until she vomited, she should have known it was something more than just too much ice cream or turbulent emotions.

She was pregnant.

Tom, of course, denied the baby was his everywhere and every way he could. She hadn’t even told him but he’d found out and made sure no one thought it was his. Even though she knew it was if that was the way he wanted it, fine. She didn’t care. She’d do this on her own with the support of friends. She had a good job as a wedding planner and thankfully because Tom had refused to let her use favours for their wedding she had some in store for when she could get back to work. And she had a decent amount of savings and a lovely flat that she owned outright. At least she had been smart enough never to let Tom move in or convince her to sell it and move somewhere else.

But it was hard, being a single mum. She had thought she’d prepared for everything, but the lonely nights when her daughter would wake up and there would be no one to turn to to help, that was hard. And knowing that her daughter was never going to really know her father because her father was convinced she was someone else’s child...that hurt her heart so much.

But Sherlock was there. And, for the moment, in quite the literal sense.

A leaky pipe had flooded his apartment and done quite a bit of damage, and it was taking time for it to be repaired. After everything he had done for her, she had offered him the use of her guest bedroom for as long as he needed it.

Though the longer he stayed, the more she started to wish the rooming situation was different.

She was, more or less, on maternity leave. Even being self-employed, she was entitled to it. And her assistants Sally and Meena were doing a wonderful job handling the wedding that they booked. Sherlock worked as a teacher at one of the primary schools, and he always made sure something was taken out for supper that evening, that coffee was made by the time she woke up, that anything that she needed to go over for her assistants was right where she could find it. He made supper and didn’t quite shoo her away, inviting her and her daughter into the kitchen for the company and the occasional bit of help, he did all the dishes, and, most importantly of all, he always got up when he daughter cried at night. She hadn’t gotten this much sleep in ages.

He was a godsend.

And she wanted to invite him to her bed one evening when he was done putting Essie to bed.

Tom had probably been right all along, she’d slowly realized. She did love Sherlock, so much more than as just a friend. He was everything she had thought Tom was, despite his sometimes sour attitude and his occasional bouts of classism. He was a lovely, lovely man who she was madly in love with...and yet she was afraid to tell him, for fear of ruining everything they had. She couldn’t bear to lose the second most important person in her life, after her daughter.

And so tonight she was sitting in her bed, tossing and turning, not sure what to do.

She heard Essie cry and already being awake, moved to the nursery. Sherlock was coming down the hall. “You should go back to sleep,” he said.

“I can’t,” she said, giving him a wan smile. “Too many thoughts in my head.”

“Mine too,” he said. He nodded towards the nursery. “Shall we deal with Her Majesty together?”

Her smile brightened. “Let’s.” They opened the door and went inside, and Molly picked her daughter up and tried to soothe her. She got her mostly calm, but Essie was still a little fussy. After a moment she looked at Sherlock and he took Essie, beginning to sing softly until the cried became a whimper and then silenced altogether. He held her for a few more minutes, just gazing down at her in wonder, and then Molly knew. She had to ask. “Could you be happy here with me?” she asked. “With me and Essie?”

He looked up, surprised. “Are you asking me to stay?”

Molly nodded. “I think, perhaps, Tom was right all along. Maybe I should have just married you. I should have married you that day when there was a priest and witnesses and--”

Sherlock had moved closer and leaned in, softly kissing her. She shut her eyes and kissed him back, careful not to crush Essie. When he pulled away, he grinned. “Let’s start with a proper date first, okay?” he asked.

She nodded. “Okay.”

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