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. . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 HOME IS WHERE YOU ARE ; an akutagawa ryuunosuke fic.❞
˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . ahhhhhhhh finally the man i simp for is here!!
˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; fem!reader, angst, comfort, hurt/comfort, husband!akutagawa, father!akutagawa, wife!reader, akutagawa siblings and their slight bonding time, akutagawa is insecure and feels he is a worthless shit, dazai angst (mentioned for aku regarding the older and his mentorship), slight suggestive ending and that's all i remember tbh
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oxygen is absolutely essential for human survival and so are some more external factors which extends further then what a human's basic needs may require. however, we aren't talking about human needs but rather what one's humanity needs.
in initial years even the strongest man alive would need a father, a pillar of support and a bundle of knowledge.
of course the mafioso never had the privilege of having this one figure and rather he was this figure for his sister but only his sister knows if he played the role right or failed.
what he, the mafioso who is now on his way to exit the slums he grew up in, is sure of, is that he is failing as an actual father and as a husband.
"maybe if it was a daughter  . . . instead of a son then . . .  maybe you could've seen gin in your child and loved it." were the words you uttered in despair a week ago to him, what resulted in these words being spoken was the incompetent man himself who felt himself flater when he picked his  son and the nearly one year old began crying. he wasn't scared or else you would've not wasted a second in taking him from akutagawa's arms but rather it was the feeling of finally being adored by the man whose appearance he takes after greatly that moved the naive heart of his son.
akutagawa couldn't take the horrifying resemblance out of his mind. the way your chin wobbled and lip quivered as you tried not to burst into tears and the eyes glossed over with tears which screamed of despair was what he found on his son's face as well. and he wondered, truly he did of who is more starved of love ; him, his son or you?
his only regret was that he stood like he always did whenever faced with the outburst of someone he is close to though the one who made him adopt such a habit isn't here anymore with him and the next morning, akutagawa had to leave for a week long mission overseas with his sister and of course he would crumble and his facade would break when gin found him staring at a picture of you and his son on his phone one night when he was fooled to think his sister had already submitted to her slumber, she didn't, she watched the previous and the night before it as well but waited for the cause of her brother's despair.
akutagawa pushed his hand into the pocket of his long coat and felt for the small velvet box as if the object could help to soothe his nerves and anxiety.
he told gin everything for who else if not her whenever something concerned you? when the topic revolved around you or around your son, the only person akutagawa trusted enough was his own flesh and blood. and he wonders why gin respects, admires and loves him so much when all gin felt was admiration for the man she feels fortunate to call brother.
but akutagawa doesn't feel so. he is but failure in the rawest form. a tragedy and a utter ugly and horrible mess of his past self which was broken by the mind of curiosity and joined back in a way he (akutagawa and the man who was once his mentor) knew there was no going back to who he was before. but that's fine after all, akutagawa had been a monster since birth.
akutagawa's hand left the box which oddly provided him with strength as he stood infront of the door behind which lied his home, he punched in the pass code before hearing the click of the lock unlocking and the cold of the metal he pushed down on felt a bit too chilly today.
or is this because he is scared of failing? of disappointing and of loosing the only chance he has of having a family of his own and proving to himself that he can be something more than a tossed aside toy?
akutagawa shook his head as he entered the apartment and closed the door behind him with his leg to see the boxes containing many items ranging from clothes to toys and teethers and various other items which akutagawa bought himself for his son with the assistance of his sister during the last two days after the mission was completed.
akutagawa took off his shoes and quietly strolled into the nursery room. he stood infront of the crib and peered down at the face of his son. akutagawa gulped as why was it that such an innocent soul was cursed to have features similar to him but just softer?
akutagawa's hands turned to fists by his sides as he continued to stare down at his son with a longing and he pondered for a while.
after what seemed like five minutes of contemplating, akutagawa saw his son stir in his sleep and he got alarmed thinking the little one would wake up at any moment. the little boy turned to face akutagawa and opened his eyes and oh.
akutagawa's heart beat fastened and his eyes widened at the innocence and purity in his eyes. he had this innocence once too. so did gin and maybe, maybe dazai did too?
akutagawa ridded himself of all these thoughts before he leaned down to pat his son's back, the latter looked up at akutagawa and the father had to brace himself and use everything in him to not cower under the pure stare of his son whose face brightened at the sight of his father. the boy giggled and the father closed his eyes, the combination of his son's giggles and his own heartbeat is oddly not that bad or unbearable to hear.
when akutagawa opened his eyes again he saw the boy raising his little chuuby fingers to akutagawa and he hesitantly raised his own hand towards his son as well but before the boy could take his father's finger in his hold, akutagawa flinched and pulled his shaking finger back.
the boy pouted but blinked for how can his young brain comprehend the horrors and anguish his father is experiencing?
akutagawa stared at his fingers and then at his son in horror, he couldn't let the soul filled with hope and dreams to be tainted by touching his hands which are daily stained in blood.
but when his son began to whine and babble as he made grabby hands at akutagawa, the mafioso could only stand his ground for a few seconds before his resolve crumbled and he extended his hand for his son to hold.
the little boy immediately latched his hand around akutagawa's fingers and giggled, a smile appearing on akutagawa's face as well. he turned to look towards the door to see you standing there, leaning on the doorway with your head against it and arms crossed over your chest.
akutagawa found it hard to breath but so did you. how were you supposed to talk to the one you are afraid of disappointing and how were you supposed to talk to the one who felt too scared to be cared for?
but one more glance at your husband's finger gripped by your son and your heart melted like it always did and you smiled in defeat at akutagawa, letting him know you had let your walls down again and are ready to talk to him again. the man widened his eyes slightly in surprise because truth be told, he seriously thought he failed and messed everything up this time and that this is the last time he would be able to see his son or you and hence he tried to savour the moment.
slowly and very faintly, akutagawa smiled back and tilted his head.
"i missed you."
there it is again, the feeling of hope of having a future brighter then the past when he read what you silently whispered and akutagawa nodded before he awkwardly looked at his son again, pursing his lips but then he looked at you and muttered,
"gin missed you both . . . and so did i."
the words makes you smile as you nod and turn around to leave the man alone in the company of his son. only lord knows how hard it must've been for your stoic husband who is generally bad with dealing with feeling and emotions to utter these words to you.
you smile as you sit on the couch and take your phone out to ask gin when she would be returning at night as the woman was immediately called to the port mafia headquarters for what you assume as her reporting her end of the mission. you hit the send button and scroll up to play the video again which gin sended you two nights ago, the video showed akutagawa with furrowed eyebrows as he compared two different types of rattling toys before looking at gin and shrugging, he said something along the lines of "both looks shit. how on earth do kids play with these?", before he tossed both into the shopping cart behind him as gin giggled.
you remember how when you saw the video for the first time and read the caption gin added 'looks like papa is trying to make up to his baby and wife.', made you smile and your anger immediately evaporated.
it must have been ten minutes later when you were leaning back on the couch with your legs on top of the coffee table infront of you when the door to the nursery was quietly closed, you turned your head to see akutagawa approach you after what you assumed was him putting his son to sleep, the thought itself made your heart swell with adoration.
". . . i put him to sleep." akutagawa whispered albeit he remained unsure of what to do. should he sit on the couch next to you or continue awkwardly standing infront of the coffee table under your gaze which seemed to see way beneath the layering of his clothes and skin and made him feel utterly exposed to you?
he decided on the former.
akutagawa sat next to you and you tilted your head in his direction as he contemplated before he extended his hands to grab your thighs and place your legs on his lap, it gave him a sense of security as he tricked his mind into believing he is being restrained until and unless you two clear the tension between you two but you both knew it was mostly so he could have something to focus on rather then looking into your eyes with the fear of his stoicism slipping away.
"it's not that you are a bad father." you began after concluding that he wasn't going to make the first move, you looked down as you picked on your nails to distract yourself, "you are trying. and that's what hurts ryuu. you are trying and i see it, i see your efforts but our son . . . he is not even one yet, he doesn't and won't understand it. us trying isn't enough for him because he will grow up to despise us both because he doesn't know you like i do, he hadn't seen you struggling and . . . and he won't see you as a father but as a man he shares the same features and last name with." you confess.
your voice isn't soft nor is it gentle, it is shaky and unstable, raspy and filled with sorrow. but akutagawa was never into that type anyway, the calm before the storm? yeah no. akutagawa knew the storm and felt calm in it for he is the one who grew through the storm and lives in it.
safety and protection is a luxury he never received but is trying to give.
". . . i know." he answered after a long moment of silence and you looked at him, thickly gulping as the nimble and lithe fingers of your husband traces over your thigh. he pushes your nightgown upwards to reveal more of your skin to him. "maybe your biggest misfortune was falling for a monster like me."
the words hit you and you feel the effects of it physically, your breath got stuck in your throat or did they even ever travel through the windpipe because maybe the latter can explain why your eyes are getting teary.
your brain sighed at the way your heart is making these baseless excuses to explain its sadness at the words of the one it dances every day and night for.
akutagawa sadly looked at you and he felt time blurring around him, your eyes filled with tears were shining or maybe it was the light reflecting it?
okay but how will he explain his own heart beating faster as if mimicking your's to not let your heart dance the waltz of sorrow alone?
"then change my misfortune into fortune." your voice cracks as you look at him through teary eyes, head tilting as you smile in defeat and in response, akutagawa comfortingly squeezed the flesh of your thigh.
"what good is in having faith in a lost case?"
"what good is not looking past your exterior? i just . . .  love you alot to even think of you as a lost case." you answer before you look down as you part your lips but close them again before gathering the strength to look up at akutagawa, "are . . . i thought about this alot but  . . ."
you take a deep breath, "am i holding onto you against your wishes ryuu?"
you were going to clarify your meaning and feelings more but it all disappeared the moment you saw akutagawa stare at you in utter surprise on his usually stoic or sad and almost lost face. you take a few shaky breaths to not burst out crying as that'll just hinder your conversation and so instead, you shrug and try to smile admist your quivering lips.
"what made you think that?" he asked, voice uncharacteristically soft.
". . everything since the past few days." you answer and watch akutagawa pat your thigh as an indication to ask you to move closer to him.
"i told you i am a lost cause. i'll hurt you and disappoint you."
but how can he when even the tone he is using with you is one which felt as if it's a feather tickling you?
"i also told i don't care, i can take it as long as you love me." you mutter out, moving near him as you hide your face against his shoulder and akutagawa gripped your hips to lift you up before adjusting you to sit sideways on his lap.
"can you take it? are you ready to wait for an excruciatingly long period of time?" akutagawa muttered against the top of your head, his hand smoothed the nightgown cloth against your legs.
"always." you breath out, closing your eyes.
akutagawa looked down at you and shook his head, leaning down to kiss your nape before he mumbled against it, "you really are an idiot for saying this."
"let me be one then. a idiot in love." you peek up at him and akutagawa took it as an opportunity to cup your jaw and pull you towards his mouth.
"does this make me the fool trying and disappointing you every time?" he whispered against your lips and licked his own.
". . . you are a good father and a good husband. you . . . i just i don't know."
"you don't know?" akutagawa's lips curled up into a small and amused smile. you leaned near him and the distance between your lips and his is enough for someone watching from a distance to assume you two are kissing.
"i just know that i want to spend my life with you even if it means waiting for you, i just want to appreciate your efforts for me and our son but . . . that'll only be possible when you stop viewing yourself as a monster."
"and what am i if i am not a monster?"
"my husband." you close your eyes as you lean to kiss him, akutagawa hums before raising his hand to massage the spot behind your ear while the other gripped your thigh to pull you more onto his lap.
akutagawa closed his eyes as he repeated the words 'my husband' in the back of his head. the title fills good and soft on his tongue and maybe it's why his shoulders relaxed as he moved before laying down on the couch with you still on top of him as he didn't break the kiss for even a second.
━━━━━━━  🎀  end.
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Chapter Update - Into The Hinnyverse
A collection of Hinny-centric drabbles, microfics and one-shots written for the Ginny Lovers Discord server 5-Year Ginnversary Bingo game.
Chapter 6 - The Takeaway
Harry’s too tired to cook, but Ginny’s mind is elsewhere.
Rating - Gen
Read on AO3 from the beginning or continue below the cut for the latest chapter (1125 words)
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Harry asked Hermione, as the two of them headed across the Atrium towards the Apparition point.
“Not at all!” Hermione reassured him. “You look exhausted. Tough day?”
Harry let his mind wander back through his shift. It began with a messy arrest in a particularly bleak Muggle industrial estate on the outskirts of Manchester, during which Harry not only sustained two cracked ribs and a broken thumb, but also got kicked in the nuts. Once he’d been cleared by the Auror office’s duty Healer, he’d then had to endure a three hour interrogation with the entirely uncooperative suspect, a mountain of dull-but-necessary paperwork that had to be completed in triplicate and finally, the frustratingly slow prisoner transfer process at the custody suite in the DMLE holding cells. All in all, it was the kind of painful (literally and figuratively) day that made him question his life choices.
“Yeah, you could say that,” he sighed. 
Hermione shot him a sympathetic look. “Well, if half of what I heard from Gawain is true, I’m not surprised you don’t fancy cooking. We could cancel entirely if you’d rather just collapse on the sofa?”
“No, I don’t want to do that,” said Harry, firmly. “It feels like ages since we’ve been able to have a proper catch up - there are always so many people at the Burrow, aren’t there? And besides, if we order a takeaway, I still get to collapse on the sofa. What do you fancy?”
“I usually find it’s easiest just to let Ron choose. Less whinging that way.”
“Funnily enough, I have the same policy with Ginny,” laughed Harry. “Anyone would think they were related or something.” 
Just a few minutes later, Harry pushed open the door of the flat he shared with his fiancee. 
“Ginny!” he called. “Ginny? I’m home! And I’ve got Hermione with me.”
She didn’t reply, so he followed the sound of voices down the hall and into the living room. Ron seemed to be fiddling with the wireless, while Ginny was sitting on the sofa, looking irritated. Her hair, freshly washed after a day at training, hung loose down her back, shining burnished copper in the artificial light, and her nose was wrinkled in annoyance in a way that Harry found particularly adorable - not that he’d ever told her that; generally speaking, Harry preferred to keep his bogeys bat-free
“Hi, Gin,” he greeted her, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. “Change of plans, we’re just going to get takeaway. What do you fancy?” When she still didn’t respond, he gently nudged her. “Ginny?”
“Hmm? Oh, hi, love,” she murmured, absently. “I don’t mind, whatever you want is fine with me. No, Ron! Turn it left! No, the other left! And twist the aerial!” 
“Okay, okay!” snapped Ron. “I still don’t get why I’m doing this. It’s your house, I’m the guest here, you know.”
Ginny’s eyes flashed. “Because you said you’d find the channel quicker than me. Merlin knows why I believed you. Come on! We’re going to miss it!”
“Is there a Quidditch match tonight?” asked Harry, casting an apologetic look at Hermione, knowing that a night listening to a Cannons match probably wasn’t what she’d had in mind. 
“No, Harry,” chided Ginny, before uttering the words he had never thought he would hear her say. “This is far more important than Quidditch!”
“There’s a new episode of The Magical and the Magnificent on tonight!” agreed Ron. “The last one ended on a massive cliffhanger.”
Ginny nodded enthusiastically. “Katarina Volynka was about to get married, but then she found out that the man she was about to marry already has a wife and three kids!
“Wait, is this the woman who was horribly injured in the freak accident at the Gobstones tournament?” asked Hermione. “With the kelpie stampede?”
“No, that’s Mirabelle Cornemuse,” corrected Ginny. “But it wasn’t kelpies, it was kappas. She only survived because Bernardo Gaita, the dashing and mysterious Italian healer, managed to reattach her face using only syrup of asphodel and a fish slice!”
“Yeah,” added Ron, earnestly. “Katerina Volynka is the heiress to a cutlery empire. That’s why Roderick Dudelsack wanted to marry her. I reckon he was planning to bump her off on the honeymoon.”
“But at the end of the last episode, the wife and kids turned up at the church!” chipped in Ginny. “So it’s clearly all going to kick off, and I do not want to miss it.”
Harry looked between the three of them, absolutely mystified. None of the words made any sense at all. It was as though they were speaking an entirely different language. “So, uh - we’ll just order pizza then?” he asked, weakly.
Ginny completely ignored him. “Shhh! It’s starting!”  
Harry and Hermione retreated to the kitchen. “What the hell was that all about?” he asked. Through the open door to the living room, he could see the Weasley siblings sitting side by side on the sofa, staring at the wireless in rapt attention. More important than Quidditch? Too vital to care about food? It was unfathomable.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “The Magical and the Magnificent. It’s a wizarding soap opera that’s been running forever. The plot lines are quite frankly ridiculous, but Molly’s been listening to it religiously for years. The whole bunch of them have been indoctrinated practically since birth. I bet the entire family is tuned in.”
Harry snorted, as he dug around in the kitchen drawer for a pizza menu. “Even Percy?”
Hermione smirked. “Especially Percy! He’s the biggest fan of the lot of them. He went to a convention in Hogsmeade last year and got photos taken with all the cast. Ron spent weeks trying to pretend he wasn’t jealous.” She gave Harry a curious look. “I’m honestly not sure how you’re only just finding out about this.”
Harry shrugged. “I didn’t have a clue.”
“Well, now that you know, are you absolutely sure you want to marry into this lunacy?” joked Hermione. She brandished her wedding ring at him. “I mean, it’s too late for me, but you could still save yourself.”
Harry gaze flicked towards his fiancee, perched on the edge of the sofa, leaning forward towards the wireless. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks flushed. Suddenly, something she heard made her gasp, clapping her hands across her mouth., and he smiled softly as he watched her. It amazed him that, after all this time, there was still more to learn about her, and every new thing that he learned just made her more fascinating, more beautiful. He hoped he’d never, ever stop learning more about her. 
He turned back to Hermione, still smiling. “Is pepperoni okay? It’s Ginny’s favourite.”
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Written for @hinnyfest
prompt #2: I did something bad
(I know I'm late, sorry)
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Harry followed Quidditch, he loved Quidditch, but since Ginny's change of career, he had stopped being as updated as he once had been about all the performance stats of the various players, he usually knew just the ones that ended up in his wife's articles. So, when Ginny had told him that lately, some players had been having unreasonably good performances and that her latest interview with one of the new Puddlemere's players had confirmed her suspicion of weird potions going around the League, he had been surprised. He had told her that she had no actual proof, and therefore he couldn't look into it, that she too could do nothing about it (because he knew his wife far too well). But Harry's brain hadn't been able to let it go, and when that day, one of the informants from Knockturn Alley had said something about highly-empowering potions in red bottles, he had finally let himself go down the rabbit hole and now he was seated at a kitchen table full of files while his kids hopefully weren't killing each other upstairs. 
He heard the entrance door open, and before he could put any of the files away, his wife was in front of him, hands behind her back. "I did something bad," she said, not looking particularly guilty, Harry thought.
"There are no patronuses for me from the office this time, it's already an improvement," He still remembered vividly the faces of pure embarrassment of the two junior Aurors. He had felt particularly glad that Mrs Robards never had Ginny's temper.
"They were so melodramatic, you rightfully hex someone," Harry really couldn't fault her, he had had to stop himself from killing the man when he had found out what he had done, "and just because it was inside the Ministry..."
"Gin,"
"Uhm?"
"What did you do?"
"Right,"
Ginny put two photos on the table, they were of a locker, and there were little red bottles inside.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. When would she ever stop putting herself in danger? "Ginny," he growled, "I told you to leave it be," Then he frowned. "How did you even get into Puddlemere's facilities at this hour? They train in the morning on Thursdays..."
She sat down, a playful smirk on her lips. "The security guy has a crush on me,"
"What?" 
"Oh, don't start, you get free things all the time because women like you,"
"Do I?" he asked confused. If he did, it was only because he was Harry Potter, certainly not because of his looks or personality. Ginny, on the other end, could charm anyone in a room without even trying.
"I'm not even validating that with an answer," she dismissed him, "Wait, how do you know Puddlemere's training hours?"
"Er..."
Her bright gaze went from him to the files on the table, "You looked into it! Mister I-am-Head-Auror-I-have-to-follow-the-rules, ah! You knew I was right!" Her brown eyes danced, she was so beautiful, Harry briefly hoped the kids had all decided to take a nap.
"Maybe,"
"So, what do we do now?"
"Besides setting a terrible example for our children?"
"If we went through a war, they can get over this,"
"I need to find some legitimate proof to start an official investigation,"
Ginny looked taken aback. "What? I thought we were going to sort it out ourselves! What happened to the guy who lead a secret anti-government club?"
"He hated seeing you in danger too, so I'm not sure where you think this argument is going,"
She huffed in that adorable way of hers that James had inherited. "Fine. I'll go greet the children and take the parchment, I need to start writing all of this down," Harry's smile fell off his face, and his heart stopped, Ginny looked at him, and as usual, she already knew what he was thinking, "Did you seriously believe I wasn't going to write an article on this? Have you hit your head?"
"You are not following the official investigation," His voice firm. If his suspicions were right, this case was far more than a couple of athletes with poor moral codes.
She rolled her eyes, "Sure,"
"I don't like press around when I'm working," he insisted.
"I think it's adorable of you to believe you have a choice,"
Harry knew she was right. The moment it got out that the Sports Department hadn't noticed what was going on in the League, Kingsley would only encourage some press in favour at least of the Aurors. "You spend too much time around Rita,"
"The woman has no soul, but she does know how to do her job."
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intothatweebshit · 1 year
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Well I did this for Bungou Stray Dogs so I’m gonna do it for Bleach
Here is a list of my favorite bleach ships from most favorite to least favorite ( I have less ships in bleach than bsd despite bleach having a bigger cast go figure)
1. Ikkayumi ( Ikkaku Madarame x Yumichika Ayasegawa)
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This a literal surprise to no one. I post about these bastards all the time so it’s obvious they are my favorite ship in the show. These two have an incredible bond that I truly feel like is overlooked by many. I’m a sucker for people who have been by each other’s side for years and Ikkaku and Yumichika have been together and have grown together throughout the many years they’ve been together. They do have their problems and I believe that they solve many of them before the start of the last arc, but despite that there is a clear love and devotion for each other. I personally believe this ship is one of those “basically canon” ships because of so many reasons I can’t list because this is not a ikkayumi post lol but the biggest one being how in sync they are and how they seem to know what the other is thinking without it being said. I just love these two assholes and I will never shut up about it
2. Ichihime ( Orihime Inoue x Ichigo Kurosaki)
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Man I remember when it was controversial to like this ship. Which to me is a bit ridiculous since they’re so cute. Orihime and Ichigo is one of my few soft asf ships with so much love and care. Ichigo always has a scowl on his face but when he looks at Orihime he softens and there’s clear love in his eyes. Orihime understands Ichigo more than anyone and takes time to try and get his perspective. She just wants him to be happy and when he’s not it hurts her deeply. These two are meant to be and always make me so happy and I will not apologize for loving them.
3. Rukia Kuchiki x Renji Abarai
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These two are just special little jibblet heads. As I said I love childhood friends to lovers and they are what made me love it. These two have been through hell and back together with an overwhelming amount of trust and care. Renji is the definition of a male wife for his bad ass girlfriend Rukia. I mean he’s already adorable but when you add how protective and attentive he is for Rukia it just doubles by a thousand. Rukia loves Renji and trusts him just as much as he trusts her. These idiots are so happy together and good for them
4. GinRan ( Gin Ichimaru x Rangiku Matsumoto)
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Man these two…it’s tragic honestly. They could have been happy together but fate had other plans. I love these two and I love how unlikely of a pair it is. I mean Rangiku being beautiful and lively in love with a man like Gin. It’s completely unexpected but it works. I love the history these two have together and the deep love. Gin wants a world where Rangiku will no longer cry and Rangiku just wants Gin. She doesn’t care about how he looks or how others see him because she knows he’s the man who saved her and cared for her. He’s her Gin and nothing will ever change that. Despite these two not having a happy ending I will continue to obsess over what could have been.
5. ByaKen ( Byakuya Kuchiki x Kenpachi Zaraki)
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Guys this started off as a joke but slowly mutated into some sick obsession. You know the meme of “I don’t think it’s a joke anymore” well that’s how I feel about these two. What can I say about them? That they have an interesting dynamic and their banter is highly entertaining? That they are both eccentric but the exact opposites of the extreme? Well yeah. They’re interesting and I enjoy their dynamic a lot. I never get tired of their interactions and at the very least they have a cool friendship…and in fanon maybe more lol
So those are all my otps but here are other ships I like:
Yoruichi Shihouin x Kisuke Urahara
Nelliel Tu Odelshwanck x Tier Harribel
Shinji Hirako x Sousuke Aizen
Shinji Hirako x Hiyori Sarugaki
And that’s kinda it? I mean there are a lot of ships that I kinda like but never thought too much about them. So hey let me know your favorites and ones I should really think about, I’ll take any suggestions. Thanks for reading!
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fratboykate · 2 years
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Man, can you imagine the adorable horror-show/perfection of the whole wedding? Because OBVIOUSLY 90% of it is going to be perfect, but 10% is going to be all of Kate’s old FB buds there to celebrate AND relive the glory days. Never mind whatever happened with Kate’s family (who are homophobes and don’t want to be seen at a lesbian wedding BUT ALSO don’t want to be publicly SEEN as being that homophobic). I have my fingers crossed that Melina punches Derek out.
"Go over it with me again..."
Yelena rests her shoulder against the bathroom door while she brushes her teeth.
"Babe, I got it. We don't need to go over it again."
"Yeah, I heard that before you guys went away for...what do you guys call Tyler again?"
"Master Blaster..."
"Right. That should've been my first warning sign..." Yelena turns around to spit and rinse her mouth. "...that you shouldn't have gone to that Bachelor weekend." Yelena dries her face, shuts the light off, crawls into bed, straddles Kate, and wraps her arms around her neck. "Humor me and go over it with me again."
"No more than thirty-six beers in twenty-four hours. Need to remember that I can't do gin anymore or I end up throwing up on power hose mode like I'm reenacting that scene from The Exorcist."
Yelena grimaces at the mental picture and speaks sarcastically as Kate continues to list things.
"Definitely marrying you for your way with words."
"No hard drugs. What else...OH! Go to the bank and make sure I have enough cash so we can tip the strippers well."
"Fairly certain I didn't say the last one." Kate cracks a smile. "But I'm glad you're thinking about properly compensating the hardworking entertainment you guys are procuring. I'm not going to pretend I didn't know that was going to happen. I know your friends. Just please be respectful...of them and me. That's the only thing I'm asking for on that front."
"Hey. I don't know what they're planning and...yeah, I'm sure it includes...entertainment...but if you say the word, I'll call them right now and cancel the whole thing. That's not what this weekend is about."
"No. I'm not going to get branded as the lame wife before the ring is even on my finger. Besides, you get one last free and sanctioned night of seeing other naked women in your life. After that, it's just me until you die, so...enjoy it. Respectfully. Now, you weren't done with the list. Keep going."
"I don't remember what I said anymore."
"Beer cap, no gin, no hard drugs...and.........you're missing a few things but absolutely the biggest one..."
Kate begrudgingly parrots back Yelena's talking point.
"...and definitely definitely DEFINITELY nothing that will lead to any facial injuries and/or broken bones that might ruin the wedding pictures."
"No injuries. At all. Please, Kate. The fact that you've come back from TWO different pre-wedding weekends all banged up and they weren't even yours is the reason we're even having this conversation. Please don't make me wrap you up before you leave tomorrow. The stitches call last time was bad enough."
"I will be on my best behavior." Yelena arches her right eyebrow. "Okay, I won't, but I will at least promise you I won't come back all sorts of fucked up..."
"I'm holding you to that."
---
It was a surprise to no one with a shred of common sense when Kate walked into her apartment with puppy dog eyes and her left arm hidden behind her back.
It took Yelena TWO seconds flat to clock it. And she was like "JFKEJFKEMFOEKFJWNF KATHERINE ELIZABETH BISHOP THE FUCKETY FUCKING FUCK DID YOU DO SHOW MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Kate sprained her wrist and broke her pinky and ring finger on her left hand...THE HAND WHERE YELENA NEEDS TO PUT A RING ON AT THE WEDDING.
Kate’s hand is currently on nothing more than a sling and splint, but that’s solely because she insisted no more extensive intervention happen. Doctors wanted to put her arm in a cast given the seriousness of the sprain plus the two broken fingers, but, even as drunk as she was, Kate resisted the mere suggestion. She was like "LISTEN...you don't understand...if I walk into my house with a cast, my fiancée will HANG me, and whatever further damage you're trying to prevent here will be pointless anyway. NO CAST."
---
Yelena doesn't talk to Kate for three days. Nothing. COLD. Mind you, these are three days LEADING UP TO THE WEDDING. It's absolute bedlam around them and Kate gets jack shit. Only the silent treatment. She'll get like twenty texts a day from Alexei that go along the lines of: "Yelena is asking me to ask you..." or "Yelena says you have to be...". Worth noting........KATE CAN'T EVEN TEXT PROPERLY WITH HER JACKED HAND lol. It's all a clusterfuck.
---
Yelena doesn't talk to Kate until she walks into the apartment and finds poor, one-handed Kate struggling to open a jar in the kitchen. Yelena stomps over, opens the jar for her fiancée, then shoves it back into Kate's good hand.
"The week before the wedding. Seriously, Kate."
"I'm sor..."
"I don't want to hear it. I asked you for one thing, Kate. One thing." Yelena turns and leaves. She then stops and turns when she remembers. "By the way, your dad's office called. He and his girlfriend RSVP'd for the wedding today. I'm sure he told your sister, and your sister told your mom because then your mom called me, and they're all coming too. Glad I decided to save those seats, I guess. They're going to show up and see your lovely handy work there. Good job, Bishop. Can't wait to hear you explain that one and see how your father manages to twist it into you being a failure because you're marrying me and I happen to have a vagina. Very much looking forward to being your family's punching bag at my own wedding."
Yelena storms off. Kate hears the bedroom door slam shut, then hangs her head and mumbles.
"Shit."
---
For the next forty-six minutes, Kate stands in that exact spot. During most of that time, she listens to Yelena answer phone calls from the wedding planner, vendors, Melina, or her friends. All about the wedding.
Kate hears Yelena end a particularly frustrating call with the planner about an issue with one of the rental houses. She decides to head to the bedroom where Yelena is currently holed up behind closed doors.
Kate opens the door and Yelena glares at her. They know each other well enough that Yelena can read Kate's face by now. She knows Kate walked in intending to talk, but with the afternoon she's having, Yelena is all talked out. Yelena wants no more Big Conversations today. She doesn't want anyone talking to her at all, actually. Her plans are to crack a bottle of wine open, draw a bath, and go to bed. Nothing else.
"It's not going to go well, so leave."
"No."
"Katherine...you've never been good at listening to what I'm trying to tell you, but right now, I'm halfway to canceling this entire fucking wedding, so leave me alone tonight. Do what I'm asking you one time for a change."
Yelena turns her back to Kate and makes for the bathroom to start filling the tub.
"I'm going to ask my parents not to come."
Yelena comes to a grinding halt and whips her head towards Kate.
"What...?!"
"They're not coming."
"Are you out of your mind? Did you also bang your head when you were fucking up your hand?"
"The wedding is about you and us, not them. I'm not having them show up and ruin it."
"Leave. Please leave the room."
"I'm calling them and telling them not to come."
Kate turns and starts to leave.
"If you do that, the wedding is off."
Kate turns on her heels immediately and stares at Yelena.
"The fuck? Why would you say that?"
"Your family calls to RSVP to the wedding and a few hours later, you call them to uninvite them? Who do you think they're going to blame for that, Kate? Me. They're going to blame me. We sent them invitations, they RSVP'd, they're coming."
"We sent them invitations because I didn't know you felt like this."
"FELT LIKE WHAT?!"
"Like they hate you."
"Did you need the Times to print an Op-Ed about it? Your dad looks at me like he wishes I'd fall into a vat of acid and disappear. They think I ruined your life. I don't 'feel' like anything. That's merely a fact, Kate."
"You didn't ruin my life. You're the best, sexiest, smartest, occasionally funniest thing - but only sometimes...everyone knows I'm the funny one of the two. You're my highlight, and if they can't see that, then they don't need to be there. Seriously, who gets this lucky?! You're smart as hell AND have the looks of a trophy wife??? I hit the Babe Jackpot!”
Yelena is angry enough that she WANTS to keep arguing, but it's kind of hard to find a way to argue with...that.
"It's impressive how you always get SO CLOSE to saying the sweetest, most perfect things and then right at the last second careen right off the road into 'absolutely not' land."
"I think it's probably some faulty DNA strand or something. You should check it out. Make sure I don't pass it down to the kids."
"I should probably get on that. I can't handle more than one of you. It'd send me to an early grave. Or even earlier, I should say. You've shaved years off my life already." They hover in place. "They're coming...your family. They're coming. There's too much shit going on as it is. I can't deal with the drama you calling them would cause. We invited them, they agreed, we deal with it."
"We don't have to. It's OUR wedding."
"Exactly. I want to enjoy it, and if there's chaos and noise happening with them in the background, I won't be able to. I'd rather have them there drinking and eating than angry and causing problems elsewhere."
"But..."
"Can you do as I say? ONE TIME?" Kate nods. "Thank you."
Yelena moves towards the bathroom again. She hasn't forgotten her main task of the night: a bath. She runs the water and starts to fill the tub. She walks out of the bathroom, already removing her sweater. She steps into the walk-in closet with the intention of looking for a set of comfortable pajamas but backtracks and hovers under the doorway in just her bra and skin-tight skirt.
"How's your hand?"
Kate smiles faintly and holds her sling up.
"This thing? Never better. Good as new."
"I'm being serious, Kate."
"Hurts."
"Have you been taking your meds on schedule?" The pause is too long and Yelena can deduce the answer. "Oh, for fuck's sake, Kate. No wonder it hurts. How often are you supposed to be taking your pills?"
"I don't know. A few times a day, I think?"
Yelena sighs.
"Where's the bottle? I should've known......" Kate grabs the two prescriptions she got from the dresser and extends them. Yelena reads the labels. "You need to be taking one of these every four hours and two of these every eight hours. I have seen you take them zero times. Go. Take them right now." Kate doesn't move and mumbles something that Yelena can't understand instead. "What??? Katherine, stop being a baby and go take your meds."
Kate sighs.
"I can't open the bottles with one hand. They're twist caps and you've been mad at me..."
"You haven't taken them because............." Yelena grabs the bottles, twists the caps off and tips the pills out onto the dresser. "Sometimes I think God doesn't exist but then I remember that it has to be some sort of divine intervention that I haven't strangled you yet and the thought leaves my mind."
Yelena closes the pill bottles and heads back to the closet. She desperately needs that bath.
---
Kate is tucked in the guest bedroom's bed. It's where she's slept since the whole hand thing went down. She's scrolling through her phone or at least making a clunky attempt at it with her jacked-up hand. She's still trying to get used to this.
The door opens and Yelena flops from the door onto the bed and giggles. One look at her fiancée and Kate can deduce her state.
"You're drunk, aren't you?"
Kate chuckles
"Uhum."
Yelena nods while clumsily crawling her way up the bed and laying flat on her back because anything else feels like too much effort. She forcefully YANKS Kate by the collar, forcing her to come hover above her so they can be looking at each other while they speak. Kate flops down like a leaf and nothing but a small 'oh' escapes her lips.
"I always forget how Hulky you get when you're drunk. How much wine did you have?"
"Two."
"Two glasses?"
"Bottles."
Kate chuckles.
"Let the record state that I didn't see you consume these bottles, so tomorrow I can't be asked any of the 'why did you let me do this?' and 'why didn't you stop me?' type of questions."
"Nope. No questions."
Yelena jerks Kate down again, a little too violently for how close they are now, and their faces smash together.
"Ow, Yel!" Kate rubs her forehead. "The hell was that for? You don't want ruined wedding pictures, but you headbutt me?"
"No. Just trying to make out with you."
"Banging skulls is NOT how you do that."
"Shhh...c'mehere."
Yelena wraps her hands around Kate's neck and pulls her down towards her lips for what starts like a sloppy, drunk make-out. Under Kate's guidance, it's been redirected into a soft, slow, tender kiss within a minute.
They eventually come up for air and Yelena scans Kate's face adoringly, with no trace of anger in this version of her.
"We're getting married on Saturday."
"I know. I'm very fucking excited about it."
"Yeah?"
"You have no idea. Been wanting to lock it down since that first night."
"Since the first night you met me?"
"Nah...first night I saw your boobs. They sold me on it."
Yelena playfully shoves her face away.
"You're gross."
"You were wearing a white shirt and it had like green edges and a flower pattern."
"What?"
"That first night, when I banged my head on your door...your shirt was kind of off-white with...I don't know what to call them edges...they were green and the pattern was kind of big leafy flowers. I've never seen that shirt ever again, but you were wearing it that night."
"We talked for maybe two minutes. How do you remember what I was wearing?"
"You were barefoot and you were wearing the black fuzzy sweats you used to own. Your hair was in a braid and I also remember thinking you smelled SO FUCKING GOOD."
"It was a Friday. I had an 8 AM, so I probably showered in the morning and it was around midnight. There's no way I smelled like anything."
"You smelled SO good."
"You were delusional."
"No, I promise. I can remember thinking it so well."
"So you basically decided you wanted to marry me after talking to me, smelling me, and looking at my feet for two minutes?"
"In a much less creepy way...yeah...I think so. I don't think I knew I was going to MARRY you. Back then, that's not a thing I believed in, but I knew there was something about you that I needed more of in my life. I just didn't know why. I would hope me chasing you around campus forever would've given that away."
"You really were annoying."
"But I was right, wasn't I?!"
"Uhum!"
"So...yeah...I'm fucking pumped I get to marry you and I'm really sorry that you haven't been as excited about it the last few days because I'm a fuckwad and don't think things through sometimes. I was googling and I can definitely take this off for pictures. I just can't move my hand a lot. It's just a couple hours tops. All I need to do is tape my fingers together, but it should be way easier to hide, or they can even Photoshop the tape out. And I think I can take it all off when you need to put the ring on. I promise I won't cry if it hurts and if I do, people will think it's cuz I'm emotional."
Yelena laughs.
"I'm not putting a ring on your broken finger, you idiot."
"It's our wedding. You can't not put a ring on my finger. That's...kinda the whole point."
"I'll put it on your right ring finger for now. Until your hand heals."
"But that's not where it goes."
Kate sounds dejected.
"Yeah...well, you should've broken the other hand then. Even better, you should've broken no hand at all."
"I didn't break MY HAND."
"Y'know what I meant, Kate...Let's stop talking about the broken hand. I don't wanna get mad again. It's why I got drunk to begin with."
"It's not a broken hand..."
"KATE!"
"I think facts matter! It's a sprained wrist and two broken fingers."
"You're this close to talking yourself out of getting laid tonight."
"Well, I didn't know that was even on the table. You should've mentioned that."
Kate smirks playfully.
"Y'know...I'm also VERY mad that you ruined the honeymoon with this." Yelena taps Kate's splint. "I was planning on having so much crazy, newlywed, honeymoon sex with you. You should see the things I bought to wear. All going to waste now."
"Who says it's going to waste?!"
"You can't move your hand!"
"It's not my good hand!"
"Ruins the fun. I don't wanna feel this touching me while I'm naked. It's all scratchy and weird."
"So what, we're gonna read the newspaper for a month?"
"MAYBE. And that's your fault."
"You literally just said I was going to get laid tonight. How is me getting laid in New York any different from me getting laid in Tahiti or Bora Bora or The Maldives or Singapore?"
"I changed my mind. No sex at all. Not even tonight."
Kate throws the covers off herself, hops off the bed, and ungracefully takes her pajamas off. She's now fully naked. She then crawls back on the bed but doesn't get under the covers. She casually turns her back to Yelena, reaches over to flick the lamp on the nightstand off, and fluffs up her pillow.
"Good night. Sleep well. Love you. Have water, so you're not totally miserable tomorrow." Kate waits. Not even thirty seconds pass before she feels Yelena's hand on her shoulder, pulling her towards her, and forcing Kate on her back. Yelena straddles a naked Kate and her lips are on Kate's neck almost instantly. "Yeah. I thought so."
---
Wedding day.
Glenmere Mansion. About fifty miles outside the city. They've bought out the whole thing since Friday morning, so they had the rehearsal dinner here Friday night and the bridal party/most important guests slept here in anticipation of the Saturday wedding. They will also be sleeping here on Saturday and everyone is leaving on Sunday.
Thirty minutes before they're set to walk down the aisle.
Kate is already in her spiffy suit. Now she's just pacing the room all anxious and nursing a drink, trying to calm her nerves while obsessively running her vows in her head.
A knock on the door pulls her out of it. It's Yelena's Maid Of Honor with the strangest request. Yelena is in the courtyard downstairs and she wants to see Kate. Kate is like "?????? 1) Am I about to get dumped on my wedding day? 2) Isn't it bad fucking luck to see the bride before the wedding???” But the friend is like "Listen, she insisted. Come." So Kate follows her and then the Maid Of Honor leaves her right when they're about to get to Yelena.
"Yel?"
"Turn around!"
"What?"
"Turn around! Turn around! You're not supposed to see me!"
"How am I going to know where I'm going if I'm walking backward?"
"Just do it."
Kate sighs and starts walking backward until she bumps into Yelena. Yelena immediately holds her hand.
"Your hands are cold."
"Yeah. That's because I'm freaking out, Kate."
Kate chuckles.
"Why are you freaking out?"
"I sent someone to go check and your family is here. They're sitting downstairs. They're...here. At our wedding."
"We invited them."
"I know that! But what if...what if your dad...I don't know...what if he stands up and stops it or something?"
Kate cackles.
"He's not gonna do that."
"But what if?"
"Then your dad will probably sock him in the face and we'll carry on."
"What if they talk you out of it?"
"Huh?! Where would you even get that from?"
"I don't know! Freaking out!"
"I'm turning around now."
"DON'T DO THAT!"
"I'm gonna turn around."
"KATE BISHOP! DON'T YOU DARE!"
Kate turns around and Yelena can hear her gasp. She huffs and turns around too. The moment she sees the tears in Kate's eyes, Yelena starts crying too.
"I hate you! Why don't you ever listen to me?! This is bad luck, Kate!"
Kate closes the distance and says nothing before she kisses Yelena.
"There's literally nothing that can happen that will stop me from marrying you today." Kate kisses her again. "Maybe the apocalypse, but even then, I'd tell her to jump to the 'I do' part and we could figure out the end of the world together as wives." Kate kisses her one more time. "Stop freaking out." Kate takes a step back so she can take in Yelena completely and tears fall freely. "Holy shit! You're so fucking hot. Damn. I don't care what anyone says...I'm the luckiest person. No one else."
"I'm hoping your vows are better than 'You're so fucking hot'."
"Only by a little." They both laugh. "I can still ask them to leave. I don't care. If it's going to ruin it for you, then I don't want them here."
Yelena shakes her head and closes the distance between them. She kisses Kate's lips softly then wipes the faint lipstick stain she left behind.
"No. It's fine. You made it better."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Should we go get married then?"
"Let's get married, Mrs. Belova."
"That's not...no. It's Mrs. Bishop. We already talked about this?"
"Sure. Okay, Belova."
"Kate Belova does NOT work, but Yelena Bishop does. We had this entire conversation!"
Yelena kisses Kate one last time before turning around and walking away."
"See you soon, Kate Belova."
"Nope. Doesn't work! Doesn't flow! Yelena Bishop!" Yelena turns a corner and disappears. "Katherine Belova...eurgh."
Kate frowns and shakes her head before walking in the opposite direction and heading back to her room.
---
Luckily for Kate, Yelena was fucking with her. That is one of the few battles in their marriage that she does win.
When they walk into the reception two hours later, after the ceremony is done and pictures are taken (she took her splint off and just taped her fingers because she's a good wife who won't ruin the once-in-a-lifetime photoshoot), they are indeed introduced as Mrs. & Mrs. Bishop.
---
They don't do one first dance. Kate suggested they surprise each other with a song so they'd have two back-to-back dances. Yelena had a feeling this would be a disaster, and she wasn't wrong, but she still did it anyway.
Yelena decides on something slow, romantic, and hella heartfelt. She went with Jon McLaughlin's "Speechless". Kate picks.........Sam Hunt's fucking "Body Like A Back Road".
Yelena is like "......no you didn't......" and Kate is like ""Braids in her hair"? "Took me like six weeks to get her number"? Has a sexy ass body? It's pretty accurate!" Lol.
---
Then comes the father/daughter dances. Alexei and Yelena are perfect and touching. Derek and Kate are...well...
The two of them didn't have anything planned outright. Derek didn't decide he was coming until the last minute and it's not like they have the best relationship anyway, so they don't exactly have much to go on. But they did dance to Paul Simon's "Father & Daughter" at Kate's Sweet Sixteen, so she was like, "Let's just do that again???"
Kate and Derek get up and the song starts. They don't say anything for the first thirty seconds and then Derek speaks.
"You could've at least worn a dress if you were going to do something like this."
"Dad...seriously..."
"You're already playing the part of a man. You don't have to look like one too."
"I'm not doing this with you today."
"I don't think expecting to see my daughter in a wedding dress is unreasonable."
"I don't think expecting my dad to at least congratulate me on my wedding day is unreasonable either, yet here we are. Both of us lose."
"I won't congratulate anyone on a mistake."
Kate leans back from the hold position she was in to stare directly at him.
"Why did you come then? Why are you here?"
"I thought I'd raised you better than this. I still hoped you'd come to your senses. I wanted to be here for support when you did."
"You don't know me at all."
Without making any more of a fuss, Kate leaves Derek standing on the dance floor and heads for the door.
Yelena, who had been having a quiet conversation with Melina, immediately turns. After half a second, she goes after Kate.
Derek tries to play off the embarrassment and returns to his seat.
---
Yelena finds Kate standing perfectly still with her one good hand in her pocket by the edge of the fountain that splashes at the center of the expansive garden.
"Hey..." Yelena cups her now wife's face with both her hands and gently tips it down to look at her. "Hey. How hard do you need my dad to hit him?"
Kate faintly laughs.
"How hard do you think it will need to be to knock the stupid out of him?"
"Hard to gauge. We can tell him to try a few times?"
Yelena wraps her arms around Kate and presses her head into the taller woman's chest. Kate pulls her close and runs her hands up and down her back.
"That might work."
"You okay?"
"Better now." Kate kisses the top of Yelena's head. "I used to worship him. When I was little...he seemed larger than life...I used to worship him. Couldn't wait to be just like him. It's sad how small he looks now."
"I'm sorry you don't have that anymore."
"It's scary because everyone always said how alike we were. I'm terrified I'll eventually turn into him. Promise me you won't let that happen."
Yelena leans back to look at Kate.
"You are NOTHING like him."
"I'm a lot like him."
"Maybe. I haven't spent enough time with him to know about the good parts, but I know for a fact you don't have any of the awful parts. And if they EVER were to start showing up, I'm right here to kick your ass."
"Good."
"You know I will."
"Zero doubt."
"And..."
Eleanor steps out into the garden.
"Katherine."
"Mother."
"Yelena."
"Eleanor."
The three of them fall into awkward silence.
"What you did to your father in there...Katherine, that was..."
"Oh my god, mom! You and dad have spent my entire life at each other's throats and you're going to pick my wedding day to be on the same side?"
"It was humiliating for him, for you, and for our family."
"Who cares? Who fucking cares?! Maybe he shouldn't be an asshole."
"Eleanor..."
"This is none of your concern, Yelena. This is a family matter. Stay out of it."
Kate steps in front of Yelena and closer to Eleanor.
"Talk to me however you want but watch yourself when you talk to my wife, mom. I won't put up with you disrespecting her."
"Who is this person? I don't recognize you. You were so sweet, respectful, and well-mannered until..."
"Until what? Until what exactly?"
"You know what."
"Right."
Kate pauses for a long second.
"I need you to leave, mom. Suze and DJ are staying. I'll make sure they have a room tonight and a ride home tomorrow, but you need to go. Go inside, grab your stuff, and head out."
"If I go, Susan will come with me."
Kate takes another step closer to Eleanor. Yelena gently squeezes her wife's arm. She knows Kate's little sister is her trigger.
"Suze is staying."
"No."
Eleanor walks away. Kate sees red and is about to chase her mother, but Yelena stops her and pulls her back.
"Let me handle it! Let me talk to her. Go back inside. Get a drink and hang out with your friends. I'll be right there." Yelena kisses her. "I love you. Let me handle it."
Yelena whispers against Kate’s lips. Kate nods once in response and they go in separate directions.
---
"Eleanor."
"If she sent you to retract herself, it's too late."
Eleanor keeps walking through the gardens and Yelena is after her. It's a good thing she changed into a dress without a train for the reception.
"She didn't send me. Hey...hey." Yelena cuts her off. "I want two minutes with you."
"I'm not interested."
Eleanor tries to bypass Yelena, but Yelena steps in front of her again and this time, her body language makes it clear to Eleanor that she doesn't have much of a choice.
"I see where Katherine has been picking up her bad habits."
"Kate's not around, so let's put it all out there because I'm not into hypocrisy and fake niceness. You've made it very clear that you don't like me and, frankly, I'm not a fan of you. I'll never disrespect you because you're Kate's mother, but I hate the way you treat her. That being said, as far as I'm concerned, despite everything, you're family now, and for my wife's sake, I want peace. Hate me and what I am all you want but don't punish Kate for it. You know what Susan means to her. It's cruel and unfair to keep them from each other because of your feelings. Gay people exist, Eleanor. You keeping Kate from Suze doesn't change it. She is out in the world. She's online. She's already aware. I'm not forcing myself on you. I'm only asking you not to make Kate jump through hoops to see her sister. You're their mother, be better than that. Let them see each other whenever they want without having to sneak around. Let her stay. It might not mean much to you, but I'll personally make sure she has a ride home and will get back to you safely. It would mean the world to Kate to have her here tonight. You're not doing it for me. Can she stay?"
Eleanor stands in silence for a long beat.
"We go to service at noon."
"I will have her home no later than eleven." They awkwardly linger. "I simply want us to be civil at the very least. Kate and I want a family and I'd hate for our kids to grow up in a toxic environment. Don't contribute to that. I would want nothing more than for you to be a part of their lives, but I won't allow it if there's going to be bullshit flying around. I won't."
"I don't like threats, Miss Belova."
"It's Mrs. Bishop now and I'm not threatening you, Eleanor. I'm telling you that I will protect my children the way you think you're protecting yours. They're two very different things." Silence. "Can we agree on civility then? For Kate's sake."
"Good evening, Miss Belova."
Eleanor walks away. A frustrated Yelena takes a centering breath and exhales loudly before walking moments behind her. Within seconds she passes Eleanor on the way to the entrance.
"It's Mrs. Bishop."
Yelena keeps walking.
---
When Yelena enters the venue, she finds Kate sitting in Eleanor's chair, between her sister and her brother. She's nursing a drink and laughing at something Suze said. Kate immediately spots Yelena when she walks in and stands, but Yelena is heading her way.
A few people try to stop her and congratulate her and Yelena politely excuses herself as quickly as she can. During that time, Eleanor also walks back into the room. Now they're both unofficially racing to reach Kate first. Much to Yelena's chagrin, Eleanor reaches her a few seconds before she does and starts collecting her things from the table. Kate's eyes are flying back and forth between her mother and Yelena, who is still a few steps behind.
"Your sister and brother are staying." Yelena finally arrives and stands next to Kate. Kate immediately wraps her arms around her wife's waist. Eleanor finishes hastily collecting her things. "Miss Belova promised to have them home by eleven, so we can make the noon service."
Yelena clenches her jaw at the sound of her maiden name but bites her tongue.
"Yeah. We can do that."
"If we stay, where are we sleeping?"
Susan jumps in to ask.
"I got it. Don't worry." Kate chimes in and turns her attention back to her mother. "Thank you. It means a lot."
Eleanor turns on a fake act.
"I want you to know that I sat her down and had a really long conversation about how important it is to me that we're civil and that she doesn't contribute to any toxicity between us. She agreed, didn't you, Miss Belova?"
Yelena could knock this woman out cold right now.
"Uhum."
"That's amazing. Thank you, mom."
"Of course, sweetheart." Eleanor kisses Kate's cheek. "I'm exhausted, so I'm going to head out."
"Absolutely. Thank you for coming. Have a good night."
Eleanor says goodbye to Susan and DJ and heads out. Kate immediately hugs Yelena,  kisses the side of her head, and whispers into her ear.
"Thank you." Kate leans back to look at Yelena. "And don't worry, I know how my mom works. I have no doubt in my mind that conversation she's taking credit for actually happened the other way around." Kate kisses her. "You're fucking amazing."
"I almost killed her two seconds ago."
Kate laughs.
"She pretended she was leaving because she was tired, not because I asked her to leave. She twists everything in her favor. You'll get used to it."
"We're in for a ride, aren't we?"
"Crazy as fuck."
Yelena looks around the room, trying to spot Derek and figure out how to deal with him next.
"Where's your dad?"
"I asked him to leave too. Thankfully he's a lot less dramatic than my mom, so he simply grabbed generic girlfriend number five hundred and seventeen and was gone. I don't know that I'll be hearing from him soon...or again."
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine...nothing I'm gonna worry about tonight. We have a party to enjoy, no? I have so many more bones I can break."
"I will tie you to a chair if you make me. No more injuries before the honeymoon..."
Kate laughs.
"I make no promises."
Kate jokingly answers. Yelena takes the drink from Kate's hand and finishes it herself in one gulp.
"Cutting you off."
"Nooooo."
"Uhum. No more for you."
One of Kate's friends is walking by with a beer and Kate grabs it from his hand. She playfully extends her arm and lifts her chin all the way back, putting the bottle entirely out of reach from her wife. She chugs the remainder of the bottle.
"Whoops."
Kate shrugs.
Having seen this and getting high school flashbacks, her friends start chanting.
"KEG KATE! KEG KATE! KEG KATE! KEG KATE! KEG KATE! KEG KATE!"
One of them rushes to the bar and asks the bartender if they have kegs or just bottles. It turns out they do have kegs.
Suddenly, a keg is flying onto the dance floor and a dozen dudes are hoisting Kate in the air. Yelena is giving her "Don't you dare eyes!" but Kate shrugs and smiles two seconds before the guys tip her over into a keg stand. Kate's half of the party cheers. Yelena's half of the party looks on mildly horrified.
Kate chugs for an impressively long time before she coughs and they let her stand.
"SHE'S STILL GOT IT, BOYS!"
Kate is jerked around in celebration. One of the guys tries to take the keg back, but someone screams.
"Leave it! Leave it! Keg Kate doesn't do just one keg stand in a night!"
The friends around her start to talk over each other.
"We should've brought pong balls!"
"I got golf balls in my trunk! Might as well bring back Beer Pong Bishop too."
"That might work!"
"I'll get 'em."
And the dude runs out. Yelena cuts through them and pulls Kate aside.
"You're not about to turn our wedding into a high school or college party."
"It's just a little fun."
"I've seen how you all have fun."
Kate stares at Yelena curiously and squints when a thought occurs to her.
"You've never done a keg stand, have you?"
"Katherine..."
"Hey, guys...can you believe Keg Kate's wife has never done a keg stand..."
In a second, Kate’s friends all swarm Yelena, and before she knows it, she's in the air.
"KATE!"
Yelena is upside down on the keg and Kate squats to hold the hose and look at her. She has a smile painted on her face.
"The moment they put me down, you're dead."
"Are you really down to be a young widow?"
"YES!"
Kate puts the hose to Yelena's lips and begins the chant.
"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"
Yelena drinks and then releases the hose. Beer goes everywhere before Kate shuts it off. The guys put her back on her feet. Yelena punches Kate's shoulder.
"Ow! You're not even drunk yet. Where's the aggro Hulky coming from?!"
Kate dries the beer that spilled on Yelena's face with her sleeve.
"If you ever let your friends put me upside down again, you're permanently moving to the guest bedroom."
"That was fun. Admit it." Yelena glares at Kate. "You kinda loved it...you did!"
"I didn't HATE it."
Kate grabs her face and kisses her.
"YOOOO...she wants another spin on the keg!"
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I SA..."
Yelena is upside down again. Kate squats again and holds the hose to her lips.
"I hate you with every fiber of my being right now."
"You really don't. Take a deeper breath so you can go longer." Kate lifts her arm so Yelena can hold it. "Squeeze when you want me to stop. CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" Yelena squeezes Kate's arm and Kate removes the hose. "Put her down."
The guys flip her back onto her feet. Yelena punches Kate's shoulder again. Kate rubs it.
"You're going to break my shoulder next!...Wanna go for another spin?"
"Only if you want to leave here on a stretcher."
"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"
Kate and Yelena turn around to see Alexei being held upside down with the hose in his mouth. Yelena punches Kate's shoulder anew.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"
"My dad?! Doing a keg stand?! At our wedding?! That is your fault."
Kate flips Yelena around so they can both turn to face the keg and presses the shorter woman against her chest while wrapping her arms around her waist. She brings her lips to her ear.
"You love that I bring a little chaos to your life."
Yelena leans her head back to look up at Kate and smiles.
"I do."
Kate leans to meet Yelena's lips to kiss her.
"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"
When they look up to figure out who the hell could be at the keg right now, they find Melina upside down and Alexei holding her by himself.
"KATE!"
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"KATE!"
Kate hears Yelena scream from the kitchen.
"FIVE SECONDS! Your mommy is so impatient."
"Papiem."
"Exactly. Always rushing us. Always"
The almost two-and-a-half-year-old blonde girl with bright green eyes and features that mimic Yelena's babbles in response from where she sits on the changing table. Kate stuffs the last few things in her bag and zips it up.
Kate taps the tiny snapback on Alexia’s small head with a silly popping sound, then pokes her index fingers into her pudgy sides, making the little girl devolve into a fit of giggles. Kate slings the bag over her neck, then grabs the toddler and perches her on her shoulders. The baby places her tiny hands around Kate's head, keeping herself in place. Kate holds her hand against the little girl's back for an extra layer of safety.
"You ready?"
"YAH!"
Kate zooms full speed out of the nursery. The baby laughs at the top of her lungs and it echoes through the apartment.
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The two girls reach the kitchen, run around the island, and then do a lightning-fast lap around Yelena. The older blonde sighs as she does her best to avoid them while getting the last few things she needs to complete in the kitchen.
Kate and the baby eventually stop by the doorway and that's when Yelena turns to face them.
"Absolutely not."
Yelena, now almost five months into their third pregnancy, takes one good look at Kate and their daughter and shakes her head. They're dressed identically in basketball shorts, a wife beater, a snapback, and vans.
"What?"
"Go change. Both of you. We're already late, Kate. Why are you doing this to me?"
"What's wrong with what we're wearing?"
"You know EXACTLY what. I'm not wasting words on it."
"One, it's ninety six degrees outside. Two, she's going straight to your parent's house. Three, we're getting in a car and driving four and a half hours to the mountains. Why do we need to be dressed in any specific way?"
Yelena leans against the counter and rests her hand on her growing stomach.
"Kate...we're going to be stuck in a car for five hours and I don't want to be mad at you for those five hours. Please at least put shirts on."
"But WHY?!"
Yelena huffs, walks towards Kate, and takes the baby that sits on her shoulders.
"Your momma may be okay with looking like a vagrant, but I won't let you do it too."
Yelena tells the baby while peppering her face with kisses as she walks to the nursery.
"I don't look like a vagrant! I just choose to be comfortable!"
Kate heads to the nursery. She finds Yelena flipping through the little girl's closet, trying to find a more appropriate outfit.
"Hey Alex, can you tell mommy you love your shirt?" The baby babbles something that remotely ends in something that resembles ‘shirt’. "There you go. Big fan."
"She can have a say in what she wears when she's potty trained and can at least count to ten. Until then, I'm exclusively picking her outfits. You lost your privileges today."
Yelena selects a nice color-coordinated outfit and a headband.
"She's going to your parent's house..."
"And they might want to go out. If she's ready, they don't have to change her...Up, baby."
The baby lifts her arms, and Yelena removes her shirt, then quickly replaces it with the new one.
"What if they don't go out?"
"Then she wasn't walking around in a wife beater and basketball shorts."
"You overthink things."
"And you underthink them." Yelena continues changing the baby. "Kate, I'm asking you one last time, please at least go put a shirt on."
"You're a tyrant." Kate disappears from the doorway. Not two minutes later, she reappears, buttoning up a short-sleeved shirt. "World War III  averted now?"
"See how much better you look?" Yelena moves the baby from the changing table to the floor and she immediately takes off running out of the room. "ALEX!"
Yelena is about to go after Alexia, but Kate wraps her arm around her midriff at the door and pulls her close.
"Why are my wife beaters your biggest nemesis in the world?"
Yelena chuckles.
"You don't look like an adult wearing them."
"Who cares?!"
"I've told you, you can wear them at home but not outside."
"I don't need to wear anything at home. That's the fun of being home. I can be naked if I want."
Yelena rolls her eyes.
"I need to go get the baby. We're so late."
"Yel, she'll be fine for two seconds and literally no one is waiting for us. YOU made an arbitrary schedule that you want us to meet. We're off for a week. Shut down your science, work, spreadsheet, serious brain mode. It's our anniversary. Relax. That's the whole point of this week, no? Why is there a fucking schedule to begin with?"
"Because without a schedule, there is chaos. YOU are chaos. Someone has to keep us on track, and by process of elimination, that is me."
"Embrace the chaos this week."
Yelena laughs.
"I wasn't built for chaos. Besides, all I want to embrace this week is uninterrupted sleep and having uninterrupted sex when we're not enjoying said uninterrupted sleep. No chaos. Opposite of chaos. Peace, quiet, and no baby."
"Technically, there is a baby coming."
Kate tenderly places her hand on Yelena's stomach.
"This one doesn't jailbreak out of the crib, crawl into our bed, and kick us in the face in the middle of the night yet. I'm not counting it."
"Yeah, okay. I'll give you that."
Kate scans Yelena's face attentively.
"You're staring."
"I am."
"Why?"
"Because all this...a wrong door. If I'd knocked on another door, or I'd gone one building over, or you hadn't been home...but now we're here...married eight years this week, thirteen years total, two babies, and a miscarriage deep. I stare because sometimes it feels crazy. Would you change it?"
"Not a minute."
"Not even when I drive you crazy?"
"I'll revise my answer. I'd change the minutes when my wife drives me crazy and doesn't listen to me, which are arguably a lot of minutes." Yelena leans up and kisses Kate. "No. I wouldn't change it. Nothing. You genuinely make me consider filing for divorce at least once a week, but then I remember I don't think I can exist without you and the thought leaves my mind."
"Wow, does that mean I can do ANYTHING?"
Kate smiles mischievously.
"Don't push your luck, Kate Bishop."
"But what if..."
The sound of things tumbling then shattering and a small "Uh Oh!" comes from the front of the apartment. They both sigh and rest their foreheads against each other's.
"Go get your demon child. Go..." Kate laughs as Yelena shoves her wife, sending her to investigate whatever disaster their toddler had just created. "You better hope this one turns out level-headed and composed like me, or I'm packing my shit and leaving the three of you here to be chaotic entities by yourselves. I can't do three of you. My blood pressure can't handle it."
Kate disappears and Yelena hangs behind when she notices that her wife didn't put away the clothes that she took off the baby. She sets on folding that and returning it to where it belongs. She then starts to notice all the small things Kate left out of place when she was getting the baby ready.
"My god, Kate."
Yelena starts to tidy up.
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Fifteen minutes later, Yelena is heading to the front of the apartment. It's eerily quiet, which she's learned is never good in this house.
When she steps into the living room, she finds the source of the noise. Alexia pulled the bottom shelf of one of the bookcases and everything on it came tumbling down. Everything is still on the floor and neither her daughter nor her wife are anywhere to be found. Suspicious. Very suspicious.
Yelena keeps walking and that's when she hears Kate's hushed voice coming from the kitchen. She walks slower to be able to hear better over the sound of her steps.
"...but you have to clean your face and wipe your clothes. And you definitely can't snitch. She'll kill me. You two can't snitch eit..."
When Yelena walks into the kitchen, she finds Kate holding the transparent plastic container where they store the graham crackers. The baby is currently standing on the kitchen counter, double-fisting crackers. Kate is caught red-handed also feeding crackers to the two expectant dogs wagging their tails at her feet.
"KATE!"
The foursome immediately freezes when they look up to find Yelena in the doorway.
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edwardastormwrites · 1 year
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Dancing Lesson
I made her a martini on the rocks, But she didn't like it. I could tell, She stirred After a small sip. We started to dance in a room Where the ceiling Seemed as expansive As the sky. "Billie Holiday's pain is more beautiful than mine." I said "I hope you never speak to your wife this way." She said A tall blonde danced by And mother smiled, "Isn't she adorable, be a go getter Edward." Her eyes were warm with love and gin As we danced in dim light. The blonde danced by us again, So mother gently pushed me away, Under her breath she said "Go get her". I hadn't heard her voice in years I woke with it all over me. Like that gentle and rolling thunder And the water from heaven cool In my open window.
Mississippi Night
My father waited more than a year to clear her things out of the upstairs bathroom. Each morning before school when I took a shower, The bathroom smelled just like her. Her body lotion, face lotion, perfume… Each evening too after basketball or baseball practice. The evening that my father made the decision to remove her personal items from the upstairs bathroom, My father, a man of many words, just uttered one sentence- “I hope she will always come floating through the air to me” My father then took a long pull and finished his martini. He lowered his head and wandered into his bedroom. I was thinking of my father as I turned off the lamps in my room. Did he sleep at night? I thought. I lifted the windowpane above my bed to feel The October air in my bedroom “I hope she will always come floating through the air to me” I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. The air was thick with the smell of smoldering leaves. My mind wandered to memories of her and leaves And love and then The house felt still and vacant. I lit a cigarette and turned on the stereo. I fell back onto my bed, The cold air rushed through the window and against my face. I inhaled deeply on my cigarette, Savoring the warmth and humidity of it. Listening to the sounds outside of my window, I said to myself again “I hope she will always come floating through the air to me” I heard the sound of dogs howling in the distance, They sounded hungry and cold. I listened as the wind screeched and howled, I burrowed into the covers of my bed to keep warm. My stereo played softly as I drifted under thick blankets, I was almost asleep when the sudden silence of trees woke me up. I thought of my father, When did he last sleep? I thought of his last words- “I hope she will always come floating through the air to me” We feel asleep with the window open that night, Mississippi John Hurt playing on the stereo, I’m fairly confident that the last song on that record is You are my Sunshine.
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abookishdreamer · 1 year
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Character Intro: Hyperion (kingdom of Ichor)
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Nicknames- Titan of Light, Titan of the East by the people of Olympius
Father by his children
My Lion by his wife
Sir Light by Apollo
Age- 53 (immortal)
Location- Rhodes, Olympius
Personality- Many people equate his confidence with arrogance, but that doesn't seem to mind him. He has a very enigmatic & commanding presence with a natural pull of people's attention. He can be vain at times, but aside from himself, he cares deeply for his family. He's married.
Many of his powers/abilities have been significantly weakened (per terms of his release). A lot of his abilities are similar to his son's. As the Titan god of heavenly light his other powers/abilities include having supersonic eyesight, invisibility, pyrokinesis (his fire being a bright white yellow color), photokinesis, & plasma generation/manipulation.
Hyperion lives with his wife Theia (Titaness of sight & heavenly light) in their breathtaking estate in Rhodes. The mansion has a ton of windows to bring in natural sunlight. The floors are a flawless marble with gold accents. A favorite room of his is the sun room which has glittering gold chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. They own a plethora of pets including horses, griffins, lions, and hippogriffs. Sun heraldry is located throughout the estate. In storage, he saved his gold armor & Imperial Gold sword. He owns a yacht that's named Sunspear.
A go-to drink for him is is wife's mango lassi. He also likes the ginger tumeric tea she sometimes brews. He also enjoys martinis, champagne, gin & tonics, boulevardiers, and whiskey sours. He also likes roast coffee (he brews his owns & likes to add a bit of steamed heavy cream, cardamom, and cinnamon).
He loves taking hot showers!
Hyperion is one of the few Titans that were allies with & supported Kronos during the Titanomachy. For this reason, he soured real friendships with other great Titans- Coeus (known as the Titan of the North), Krios (known as the Titan of the South), and Iapetus (known as the Titan of the West). When the war was over, Zeus sentenced Hyperion to serve his punishment in Tartarus. A few hundred years ago he was pardoned.
He has three children- fraternal twins Helios (Titan god of the sun) & Selene (Titaness of the moon), and Eos (Titaness of dawn). Hyperion loves his children though he's much harder on his son as well as being overprotective of his daughters, especially when it comes to their romantic suitors.
One of his favorite sweet treats are mangalore buns which Eos makes. He also likes Selene's jalebis.
He enjoys the hot rock massage and steam room when he goes to the spa.
Hyperion adores his wife. The two of them have been through a lot together and he counts his blessings on the fact that she waited for him during his term of punishment. They have weekly date nights & he loves showering her with expensive jewelry.
He maintains his sculpted physique through sword dueling, working out, mixed martial arts, & horseback riding.
In the pantheon Hyperion doesn't talk much to the other deities generally. He'll exchange words with Oceanus every once and a while. He does have a rapport and is very close with Alectrona (goddess of the sun & morning), viewing her as a honorary daughter. He doesn't think much of his son-in-law Endymion and he also thinks that Astraeus is a huge improvement from Ares for his baby girl. Hyperion also loves his many granddaughters- twenty-five thus far from Selene while Phaethusa, Circe (goddess of sorcery), and Lampetia are from Helios. Hyperion is friends with Agathodaemon (Daemon) (god of vineyards, grainfields, & luck).
For income he has a company that is the largest manufacturer of solar panels in Olympius. He also has a designer eyewear brand called Ouránio Théama. The exclusive glasses are made from solid gold (white, yellow, rose, & black), platinum, as well as the horns from the immortal sun oxen of Thrinacia. Some of the designs are even set with top quality diamonds sourced from the Underworld for a true luxury feeling. The most expensive pair of sunglasses from his brand costs over 400,000 drachmas!
His all time favorite meal is phaal curry served with naan & yellow jasmine rice. He also likes spanakopita, samosas, shrimp cocktail salad (added with caviar), and moussaka.
In his free time Hyperion enjoys tanning, sunbathing, cloud surfing, swimming, regualr surfing, yachting, jet skiing, football (soccer), tennis, golf, and poker, among other things.
"There was once a time when the color gold was feared."
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spookylittletownhq · 2 years
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A HUGH EDGAR WARREN III has arrived in Albion. While they may seem STRANGE, they are connected to the WESTERLY FOOTHILLS MILTONS. Their passport was stamped at Falls’ Inn and shows that they are 34, SIX FEET FOUR INCHES, with BROWN HAIR and BLUE EYES. Mrs. Kuiper at the Inn said that they seemed OFF-PUTTINGLY HANDSOME AND A CHARMING CONVERSATIONALIST, though they were seen DRINKING FROM A FLASK as they departed St. Catharine’s Depot. Be wary, and report any sightings to Madame Lange’s Tea Room.
INTRODUCING EDDIE WARREN
The story they tell was that they left the Valley. Those they left behind have no memory of them. The truth is somewhere in the middle.
She had a gift. Peering into the future was not unique to her, but controlling it--or so they say--crossed the sacred line between Good and Evil.
Johanna Milton disappeared with Edgar Warren in the dark of night. Edgar’s wife Suzanna, filled with rage and heartbreak, died of fever three days later. And the Warrens were never heard from again.
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Eddie’s story is best told backwards.
Now. An entrepreneur, a co-owner of a jazz club, a bootlegger. Eddie has more enemies than friends. But he has a knack for social connections, and even his enemies begrudgingly agree that he’s a charmer.
Days are nights and nights are days to Eddie. He spends his nights tending the bar of the Chipmunk Club, a speakeasy hidden deep in the bowels of Manhattan, mingling with jazz musicians and dancers and gamblers. He’d never waste the space in his sprawling bachelor pad with bathtub gin, but Eddie makes it his business to know where to get moonshine, and who wants it.
He’s a man of many talents, and he’ll crow about most of them, but the one that he keeps closely guarded is his talent for music. Piano, guitar, trumpet, a little trombone and a little clarinet, he’s been known to fill in for the bands that play at the Club.
He arrives back home in the early morning hours exhausted and exhilarated by a night of partying. A hit of heroin and he’s fast asleep until evening, when he does his bookkeeping and goes to Theodosia’s house for dinner.
“Heard from Paul?” he’ll ask.
“No,” Theo says, but Eddie knows better.
Paul called this morning. He struggles.
Theo watches Eddie watching her. She frowns. “You worry for him.”
“No,” Eddie says with a wave of his hand. She knows, he knows.
Then. Eddie was the favorite. He was the type of boy that could sit at the dinner table surrounded by adults and carry on a conversation. He could be entertaining, even contrary, much to the delight of those around him. Grandma doted, called him special. From a young age, he found out adults didn’t always say what they were thinking, but he knew Grandma told the truth when she said he was going to be amazing.
Eddie wasn’t very good at school, but that was okay. He didn’t need books to take over the family businesses. Father taught him everything he needed to know, and Eddie never wasted an opportunity to make money.
He might not have been very smart, or good at math, but he knew how to mingle and socialize. Reading into others’ thoughts could be fraught with problems though. He knew when someone had a crush on him, he knew when someone was angry with him, he knew secrets he shouldn’t tell--sometimes he had trouble knowing what he was told, and what he heard. Betraying the trust of his friends became a commonplace mistake, and enemies were made. He was incapable of maintaining close relationships and therefore didn’t. His closest ‘friends’ were more like business partners--Al and Jimmie.
Theodosia and Paul were his younger siblings. Theodosia was just as eager as Eddie to be noticed and adored, but she was often overlooked. So she did things her own way, leaving the family as soon as she could to go to college (much to Mother’s despair). She met and married a real estate magnate, and stayed in the city.
Paul was another story. Grandma used to say he must have been born with a sour lemon in his mouth. Theodosia minded him when no one else would, after Father and Mother passed in that car accident when Eddie, Theodosia, and Paul were just kids.  A sickly child, Paul watched the world go by from the window, rarely able to enjoy the outdoors due to asthma. He read books. Did math. Wanted to be an accountant, but life had other plans--June 1917, Paul got a draft letter. He passed the physical, somehow, and was sent to London, then France, and came back in January of 1919 broken. On Christmas Day, artillery fire struck his camp, paralyzing him.
Eddie tried to help, but Paul refused, preferring to stay with Theodosia and her husband, until finding his own flat. He agreed to work for the Club, doing the books for a salary, but he rarely talked to his brother.
Future. The strange letter, opened and left at the dining room table, must have been some sort of mistake. Or a joke. But was it? Grandma and Grandpa moved to New York after they got married in Pennsylvania. Sometimes they would mention a Valley, or maybe that was something Eddie heard when he shouldn’t have.
Waking at sunset wore on him. All the drinks and the sleepless nights wreaked havoc on his body. The air in the city seemed dirtier and dirtier as the years went on. Eddie was even beginning to grow tired of jazz.
He needed the change.
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for the sleepover game - top five roles bernadette peters has been in
this is a callout on your writeblr <3
AKPVQJPVSJVS <3 you know me too well!!
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the witch (into the woods): she's not GOOD she's not NICE she's just RIGHT!!! @apocalypsewriters and i have this au where all the characters go on the story arc of this musical, and we also lost our minds over this look between the baker's wife and the witch,, it was Lingering and Soft,, , anyway the witch was the first bernadette peters character that i absolutely Adored!!
rose (gypsy): DON'T GET ME STARTED. bernadette peters was PERFECT for this role. she should have won the tony. she put so much emotion and vulnerability into this character, and managed to humanize her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sometimes i read bernadette's detailed interpretation of the character, and i simply lose my mind
dot (sunday in the park with george): she has my entire heart. "i chose and my world was shaken. so what? the choice may have been mistaken— the choosing was not." sometimes i think about certain songs from this musical, and i just become so overwhelmed with the sheer POETRY and MEANING and AHHHH
lily st. regis (annie): my first bernadette peters role <3 a special place in my heart <33 named after a hotel!! i have such fond memories of this musical
gin (will & grace): fun fact. this is the character that got me into will & grace !! i simply watched bernadette peters as karen walker's sister and became so attached that i searched up fanfic and the rest is history
honorable mentions: circe, cinderella's stepmother, annie oakley, deb, and basically all the rest <3
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lady-tortilla-chip · 4 years
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Gin: expectation! You walk into the kitchen to see your wife cookin a meal dressed in nothing but an apron.
Gin: reality? She’s decked out in full body armor shouting at the frying pan.
Higuchi: ...popping oil hurts!
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Ethan in RE8 probably: *carefully trying to sneak though Castle Dimitrescu, avoiding Alcina and her daughters, etc* *tumbles into Alcina’s room*
Bronwen, wearing an extremely comfy silk robe and sipping a glass of ice wine while chilling in the super oversized bed: …Winters, the hell are you doing? Walk like a normal person.
Ethan, probably: HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD?????
I’m sorry I just LOVE the idea of like… Bronwen and Alcina just being wives living normally and then Bronwen being like “Ethan stop being a fucking weirdo why are you in my wife’s house?????”
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now i cant stop thinking about breeding kink w Tommy since yesterday, ive never expected to like it so much but now all i think about is like a reader that wants to have a baby but Tommy's like "not now, its not the right time"etc but one day when he sees esme pregnant and john happy or something like that he decides to change his mind and get his wife pregnant too lmao i mean if youd want to write that then id die happily but if not its fine omg
a/n: soo, i made this fic tommy x wife!reader (cause i’m a sucker for tommy being soft for you & only you. can you blame me) and i fucking loved writing it, especially since i’m rewatching and s1 tommy has me all the way absolutely fucked up (not even gonna talk about john cause i’ll probably die). ngl there’s not much plot but it’s still cute imo, hope you like it!!
love, abi xxx
give you what you need - tommy shelby x wife!reader
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warnings: nsfw! smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, just a whole lot of filth but i mean it’s tommy what can i say
Esme was waddling. Her stomach protruded from her body so far she could barely even get her arms around her stomach anymore. “Just what we need, another fuckin’ kid,” John had griped, but you could see his ocean blue eyes sparkling with adoration every time she shuffled into the room. In all truthfulness, you were a bit jealous. You’d broached the subject of children with Tommy before, but it was always met with resistance. You understood where he was coming from; he didn’t want to expose them to the life you were living. Yet, beneath it all, you knew what a good father he’d make. You saw through to his tenderness: the gentleness in his voice when he cared for a sick horse; the fierceness with which he protected Finn. Tommy didn’t like to admit it, but he was kind to those who were vulnerable.
Yet, something had changed in the way that Tommy was looking at you, crystal clear blue eyes fixed on your figure. You liked it when he looked at you, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Was it so wrong to crave someone’s attention like this? You wouldn’t know, unable to control yourself when it came to him. It was ridiculous, how he could rile you up with just a look. Was he really thinking about you underneath him? Right here, in the middle of John’s living room?
“Wanna get out of here, sweetheart?” Tommy leaned close to you, mouth hovering next to your ear. You could smell the whiskey on his breath, mingling with yours. That combined with the smell of his cologne was sending you into a tizzy, the gin and tonics you’d consumed adding to the problem. 
“What’s wrong, Tom?” You questioned, eyes looking up at him. He chuckled.
“Nothing's wrong, darlin’. Just been out all day, yeah? S’gettin late,” Tommy drawled, lips brushing against the skin of your neck. His eyes said everything his mouth didn’t. 
“Alright,” you relented with a soft smile, letting him tug you towards the door, giving a hurried goodbye to his other brothers. People stared, but didn’t dare say anything. Who would?
Tommy had the two of you home in less than ten minutes. His hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He didn’t need to say anything; you knew what was on his mind from the way he had pressed you against the car, nipping lightly at your neck before he opened your door for you with a devilish smirk. God, he made your head spin. It wasn’t long before he had his hands on you again, broad shoulders flexing as he carried you up the stairs, grinning cheekily at your laughter before closing the bedroom door behind you and immediately boxing you in against it, his calloused hands slipping under your flimsy peach dress. You whimpered, earning a chuckle from him as his lips grazed your collarbone, breath hot against your skin. 
“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you being as pregnant as Esme was,” Tommy groaned, hiking up your dress as he took the chance to press his cock against your core, hard and thick through his dress pants. “How fuckin’ angelic you’d look, belly full with my child.” 
You couldn’t help your reaction to the words spilling out of his mouth, hips bucking slightly against him as you reached down to free his cock from its confines, savoring its heaviness in your hand as you guided him towards your already wet heat. Was it wrong to want this as badly as you did?
“Want you to fill me up, Daddy,” you moaned, the fond nickname having the effect you wanted as Tommy practically growled, making quick work of the peach number, revealing the white lace lingerie set you wore underneath. He couldn’t help but stop and stare, in an attempt to memorize just how gorgeous you looked, begging for him, of all people. “Want you to put a baby in me.”
Tommy snapped. In an instant, you were on the bed, legs flung over his shoulders as he pressed himself into you, your dripping core stretching at the girth of him. You couldn’t help the obscene mewl you let out, Tommy reveling in your desperate state. He quickly picked up the pace, cock bumping up against your cervix in a depravedly sweet sense of fullness. 
“This what you wanted, sweetheart? Don’t worry, darlin’, Daddy’s gonna take care of you. Give you just what you need, aye?” He crooned, tone deceivingly sweet for the filth that was pouring out of his perfectly shaped lips. His thrusts grew faster, sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head as whimpers poured out of your mouth. Tommy savored each one, taking pleasure in the way you were writhing so beautifully underneath him, toes curling when you came. He couldn’t help but capture your lips with his, reveling in the way you moaned into his mouth when he fucked himself into you. You were a fucking vision, and you were his. He was going to make sure everyone knew it. 
“Tommy, please…” You were so far gone, you couldn’t finish your sentence. Tommy had already fucked you through four orgasms, pace relentless, and he wasn’t letting up. You almost thought he enjoyed seeing you like this: needy, touch starved for him and only him.
“Please what, angel?” Tommy murmured into your ear, groaning at the feeling of your walls clenching around him as he brushed against your g-spot. 
“N-need you to come in me, Daddy,” you managed to get out, vision hazy as you felt your fifth orgasm approaching. 
“Poor baby, want me to fill you up ‘till you’re leakin’, don’t you?” Tommy’s eyes were dark as he watched you nod and squirm, filling you to the hilt as your nails scratched at his biceps. His words themselves almost made you cum again, pussy squeezing around his throbbing cock. Tommy’s mouth met yours in a bruising kiss as he fucked you as hard as humanly possible, sending stars across your vision. He chased your orgasm with his, leaving the insides of your thighs sticky. He couldn’t help but admire his work, a blush spreading across your cheeks as he took his time in drinking you in. 
“Fuckin’ beautiful when you come,” he drawled, reaching for a rag to clean you with. Before he could lift you up and carry you to the bath, you stopped him. 
“Doctor says I should lay on my back for twenty minutes. Helps the chances of the baby forming, or something.”
Tommy wasted no time in closing the space between the two of you once more. “I swear, you’re from heaven.”
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ginnypxtter · 2 years
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I’m bored and I adore pet names, so I made this:
What nicknames/pet names Harry and Ginny would call each other
Harry calls Ginny:
My dear: I’m sure he uses this constantly. There’s just something so warm and classy about this one.
— “Good morning, my dear,” Harry whispered gently.
He wrapped his arms around his wife as she waited on her coffee to be made. Ginny shivered slightly from his raspy morning voice gliding across her ear.
She learned back to him in contentment before replying, “Good morning.”
My darling: I LOVE this one. Idk why but it just fits him to use.
— He’s just gotten home from a long day at work and it’s pitch black outside.
He pulls on his pajamas and heads towards the bed where she is sprawled out in his t-shirt.
Normally, Ginny waits up for him, but just this once he had told he would be home late and somehow convinced her to get some sleep even if he’s not home yet.
She starts to stir as he slips into bed behind her, but he quickly says, “Shh, my darling, go back to sleep. It’s alright.”
And that’s all he needs to say because she snuggles into his chest and then she’s out cold.
Gin: I think we all know this is basically her name in his head. He calls her this all the time and I headcanon that she only allows him to use it.
— “I got in!” Ginny screamed.
It took Harry a minute to figure out what she meant, but then it hit him. Holyhead Harpies.
In no time, he swung her around and started to place little kisses all over her face.
“I’m so proud of you, Gin.”
Mrs. Potter: I made a post about this already (which you can find under the Harry Potter headcanon tag on my page) and it’s actually one of my most popular posts, but if I’m making a list like this, I just have to talk about it again.
— He watched her with a dazed look in his eyes.
How can a person be this beautiful?
She poured the wine so gracefully and somehow even that simple act was mesmerizing to watch.
His head rested against the back of the couch and as she started pouring the second cup, he interrupted her.
“Mrs. Potter”
She looked up immediately.
He smiled slightly before whispering, “You’re so pretty.”
She blushed crimson and he could’ve sworn she got prettier somehow.
Ginny calls Harry:
My love: He loves when she calls him this because it makes him feel special. I’m going to write about when she first called him this. Just for context.
— “What are you reading, my love?”
Harry freezes automatically. He’s not exactly sure why because he knows she loves him, but for her to use such a tender endearment leaves him speechless.
He was never shown love or has had the feeling of being someone’s favorite, but she brings that out in him. She makes him so happy.
“Did you just say ‘my love’?”
She responds with a hesitant ‘yes’, as if she isn’t sure he likes it, but one look at his face can show a blind man he’s extremely delighted.
Sweetheart: Well, he is a sweetheart, isn’t he? It fits perfectly.
— Green light flashes behind his eyelids and his mother cries, but just as the spell is casted he jolts awake; heavy breathing and in a cold sweat.
He feels two thin but muscular arms come to wrap around him.
“Shhh, sweetheart, it’s ok. It was just a dream. Hush.”
And that whisper calms him so much it’s like he was desperate for breath and she was a breeze of fresh air.
One hand brings his head down to her chest and her thin fingers stroke through the black messy head of hair.
“It’s ok.”
Husband: She obviously only starts to use this after they’re married, but the word, when she associates it with Harry, makes her get butterflies.
— Ginny walks down the steps of their home. It’s a few weeks after their honeymoon, but she still can’t exactly wrap her head around the fact that they are married.
For not the first time that morning, she looks down at her ring. It’s a simple diamond with small emeralds circling around the golden band. It’s the most beautiful ring she’s ever seen or received.
As she makes her way to the kitchen she sees him standing by the stove frying eggs and for some reason even that makes her giddy. She blames the feeling on the newlywed stage even though she believes he’ll do that to her forever.
“Good morning, husband,” she says in a sing-song tone.
She can see a grin bloom on his face from her angle.
“Morning, my wife.”
Sunshine: He is the sunshine in her life and she definitely likes seeing him smile when she says it.
— It just hasn’t been a good day. He worked so hard at work and filled out so many papers just for him to accidentally spill coffee over half of them.
He barely got any sleep and all day the frustration built higher. It made him feel like crying and he was doing so right now. He was home which made him feel a bit better, but the second he sat down in the armchair the tears started rolling.
Ginny was in the shower when he got home and still was, so she couldn’t hear him over the water.
When the water stopped however, his sobbing was heard loud and clear. She had never gotten dressed so quickly. She made it to the living room to see him curled up crying in the armchair and she was reminded of the timid eleven year old she first met.
“Sunshine,” she said softly, “do you want to tell me what’s wrong or will a nice long hug do for now?”
He got up and fell into her arms and went on to vent about his horrible day. She listened through the whole thing and never once let go of him. He’ll be alright now.
Now, he was truly home.
That’s all!!! If you have any pet names you headcanon Harry and Ginny to use please share! This has been proofread, but if there are any mistakes, I don’t mind you correcting me. Thanks!
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lumosandnoxwriting · 3 years
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No Returns or Exchanges - Fred Weasley
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Title: No Returns or Exchanges Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: Fred and Y/N get to start their happily ever after A/N: this is for @mrs-fredweasley​. I usually do my requests in the order I receive them, but she asked for some fluff with Fred and the reader getting married and having kids for her birthday, and since she’s my birthday twin I couldn’t resist! Feedback is always welcome and requests are open!
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“There you are, Mrs. Weasley,” Fred greets as he sneaks up behind Y/N and wraps his arms around her waist.
“I’m not Mrs. Weasley quite yet, Freddie,” Y/N teases as she turns around in his embrace. Her arms wind around Fred’s neck and she pulls him in for a brief kiss. “You’re about twelve hours too early.”
Fred starts to slowly sway them back and forth, humming quietly to the music drifting through the air from the large tent behind them. Fred and Y/N aren’t getting married until tomorrow, but Ginny, Y/N’s maid of honor, insisted on mixing some muggle wedding traditions in alongside the regular wizard ones. Tonight, had been what Ginny referred to as the rehearsal dinner, where the wedding party and their close family went through the ceremony that will take place tomorrow, before having a mini celebration together.
“Do I really have to go home without you?” Fred pouts. Another muggle tradition Ginny insisted on was that Y/N and Fred would not be allowed to see each other until Y/N was heading down the aisle towards him.
Y/N giggles and kisses Fred’s pout away. “I think it’ll be romantic. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, isn’t that what they say?” Y/N rolls her eyes playfully when Fred frowns at her. “Oh, come on, Freddie. It’s only one night apart.”
“When’s the last time we spent more than 1 hour apart outside of work?” Fred ask, looking down at Y/N expectantly. When she doesn’t answer he smiles. “Exactly. One night is going to feel like an eternity.”
“Okay so maybe it’ll be a bit hard,” Y/N concedes. “But after tomorrow we’ll get to spend every day for the rest of eternity together, that’s gotta be worth it, isn’t it? And have you forgotten that we’ll be spending the next two weeks completely alone together in a cabin in the woods.”
“How can I forget about that?” Fred muses. “Just me, you, and as little clothing as possible for two weeks straight. That’s the only kind of honeymoon I want.” Most of their friends and family were surprised that Fred and Y/N didn’t want to go on some adventurous honeymoon but wanted to just relax together in some secluded forest. But for them that seemed like the only option. It’s only been 13 months since the war ended, and after Fred’s near-death experience he and Y/N decided to take life slow for a bit.
“So that’s why you wanted to go somewhere secluded,” Y/N says, realization washing over her.
Fred laughs. “I may have had ulterior motives when I convinced you to book the cabin in the woods over the beach house.”
Y/N shakes her head fondly. “You’re a bit of a menace, you know that?”
“Yeah but I’m your menace. And you’re way past the return or exchange date so you’re stuck with me,” he jokes, leaning down to press a kiss to Y/N’s forehead.
“Oi, lover boy!” George calls from behind them. Y/N and Fred break apart so they can look at him. “Ginny says it’s time to go, and she’s already wacked me over the head once so get your arse over here before she does it again.”
“See you tomorrow?” Fred asks as he leans down to kiss Y/N briefly.
“Meet you at the altar,” she confirms with a smile.
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“You sure you wanna marry my brother?” Ginny teases as they get ready to walk down the aisle. “Because I could cause a distraction if you wanna slip out the front door and run away.”
Y/N rolls her eyes and grabs the bouquet Ginny hands her.  “Ha, ha. Very funny, Gin.”
Ginny beams at her before taking her place in line. Y/N takes a deep breath as the music starts, silently regretting that she chose to not have her dad walk her down the aisle. A few months ago, she had bashed the archaic notion of someone giving her away to Fred as if she were a piece of property, but as nerves start to bubble in her stomach she wishes she had someone by her side to calm her down. Everyone in front of her starts to slowly head towards the alter, and she fixes her dress one last time before she follows behind Ginny.
“Holy shit, Y/N,” Fred whispers as she takes his hands at the altar. There are tears in his eyes, and a few leak down his cheeks. “You’re absolutely stunning.”
Y/N blushes, trying to blink away her own tears as to not ruin her makeup. “You clean up quite nice as well, Freddie.”
Fred smiles down at her, maintaining eye contact as the official from the ministry starts the ceremony. Fred squeezes Y/N’s hands tightly as he talks, only half paying attention to what he’s saying. His thoughts are completely consumed with Y/N and how breathtakingly beautiful she is. The dress she picked out compliments all of her best features, and the veil cascading down her shoulders makes her look like a goddess. Fred has imagined this day over a dozen times since he proposed last year, but everything he thought of pales in comparison to how beautiful Y/N looks right now.
“Can I have the rings?” the officiant asks, pulling Fred’s thoughts fully to the ceremony. George digs around in his pocket for a moment before handing the delicate silver rings to the man. He hands the smaller one to Fred. “Now it’s my understanding that the bride and groom have prepared their own vows?” When Fred and Y/N nod, he smiles and motions for Fred to start.
“Y/N, I’ve been enamored with you since I was 11 years old, when you made your cauldron blow up and covered Snape head to toe in the worst smelling goo I’ve ever encountered – and that’s saying something,” Fred pauses as everyone chuckles, and he starts to slide the ring down Y/N’s finger. “When you agreed to accompany me to Hogsmeade during third year I felt like the luckiest guy in the world and I still do. I was so nervous, I had no idea how I managed to convince the pretties girl in school to go out with me, and all these years later I have no idea how I convinced you to marry me. But like I said last night, there’s no returns or exchanges you’re stuck with me for good now.”
Fred slides the ring down Y/N’s finger until it meets her engagement ring. “You’ve stuck by me through every risk I’ve taken and every dumb idea that’s popped into my mind. You were one of the first people to support my dream of opening the joke shop with George, and you were there to support me every step of the way. Every late-night George and I had planning things out or developing products you were right there with me, usually you were asleep, but it was still nice to have you there. You were always the first person to volunteer to test out a product and you were always there for me to vent to when something didn’t work out. You pushed me to leave school early with George, and once you moved in with us you were always there to snuggle with me after a long day.”
Fred takes a deep breath and brings one of his hands up to wipe away the tears Y/N has started to shed. “You gave up so much of your life to be there for me after I was crushed by that wall. No matter how hard I tried to get you to go back to work or just leave the house in general. You’ve always shown me unconditional love and support, and that’s what I’m promising to show you for the rest of our lives. No matter how crazy or hard or scary life gets, I’ll be there by your side, loving you and helping you through it.”
By the time the officiant is pronouncing them husband and wife, both Fred and Y/N are openly crying, but as they share their first kiss as husband and wife, neither of them really cares.
-
“Glad to see you’re feeling better,” Fred greets with a smile as Y/N pushes the door to his office open. He pushes away from his desk slightly and pats his lap.
“Me too, I hate throwing up,” Y/N responds, taking a seat on Fred’s lap. She settles in and presses a kiss to his cheek. “How’s work going today, husband?” she asks with a giggle. They’ve been married for just over two months, and it still gives Y/N butterflies every time she refers to Fred as her husband.
Fred rolls his eyes and grabs Y/N’s face so he can press a kiss to her lips. “It’s been quite busy today wife. The restock of the new whizbang line already sold out.” Fred settles his hands on Y/N’s hips and kisses her again. “What about you? What have you been getting up to on your day off?”
“I had breakfast with Ginny and Hermione. Did some shopping,” she says casually pointing towards the bags she dropped near the door. “Nothing too crazy or exciting.”
Fred’s eyes light up at the sight of the bags. “Shopping, hm? Did you happen to pick up a present for your lovely, adorable, adoring husband while you were out?” he asks hopefully.
“Maybe,” Y/N muses with a wink. “You’ll have to wait until after work to find out.” Y/N giggles as Fred frowns and she kisses him one last time before standing up.
“You’re such a tease,” he scolds as Y/N gathers the bags in her hand.
“I know.” She waves at Fred and blows him a kiss before heading back into the joke shop and upstairs to their flat. They’re still living with George for the time being as they save up for a house, and as Y/N places her shopping bags on the bed she starts to wonder if they’ll have to start looking for one sooner rather than later.
Y/N sticks her hand in one of the bags and fumbles around a bit, humming as her hands closes around a rectangular cardboard box. Her hand shakes slightly as she pulls the pregnancy test out and starts to familiarize herself with the instructions. While her and Fred have already come to the conclusion that they both want a house full of children someday, she never imagined that they may be starting their family so soon after their wedding.
“Now or never,” Y/N mutters to herself as she heads towards the bathroom. Y/N thought they had been careful while on their honeymoon, she knows there were a few times they had forgotten to use the contraceptive charm in the heat of the moment, but she figured it would be okay. However, when her period never came she began to suspect that they weren’t in fact okay, and the random nausea spells she’s been having for the past week seemed to only solidify that fact.
After she’s closed and locked the door behind her, Y/N does what she needs to do and sets the pregnancy test on the counter face down. “Who knew three minutes could feel like a lifetime?” she asks to no one as she watches the time go by on her watch. When the three minutes is finally up Y/N’s hand starts to shake again as she reaches for the stick. She shuts her eyes tightly as she flips it over, and after a few deep breaths she finally takes a peek.
Pregnant.
Y/N starts to cry as a whirlwind of emotions flow through her. On one hand she’s so overwhelmingly happy, being a mother is something she’s always wanted and to be doing it with Fred makes her heart burst with joy. But she can’t help but also feel an intense bout of worry flowing through her. She and Fred are only 21, and they haven’t even been married six months yet. Y/N knows that Fred wants to be a dad, but she can’t help but worry that he’ll think this is a bad thing and that it’s far too soon for them to become parents.
“Hey, love. You left one of your bags downstairs,” Fred calls out as he walks through the door.
Y/N furiously wipes away her tears and sticks the pregnancy test in the back pocket of her jeans. She takes a deep breath and opens the bathroom door, jumping slightly when she sees Fred. “You scared me, Freddie. I didn’t hear you come down the hall.”
Fred frowns at her. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?” When Y/N nods he gives her a look. “Were you throwing up again? You’re all pale, love. Are you sure we shouldn’t go see a muggle doctor or a healer or something?”
“I’m fine, love,” Y/N reassures, pushing past Fred. She starts to head down the hall when she feels Fred’s hand brush her ass. “What are you- oh,” she gasps, turning around to face Fred. He’s staring down at the pregnancy test in his hands. “Fred,” Y/N starts, not really sure what to say.
“Is this what I think it is?” Fred murmurs, looking up at Y/N. He grips the test in his hand tightly, tears starting to form in his eyes. “You’re pregnant?”
Y/N nods slowly as she bites her lip. “Yeah, I am.” Fred falls to his knees and brings Y/N close to him, shoving her shirt up a little. He starts to pepper kisses all over her warm skin, laughing as Y/N starts to giggle and squirm. “Fred! Fred stop that tickles!”
Fred presses one final kiss to her stomach before he stands up and kisses Y/N passionately. “I can’t believe you’re pregnant. I can’t believe we’re gonna have a baby.” Fred lets go of Y/N and starts to head towards the door. “I have to go tell George.”
“Freddie, wait,” Y/N calls with a laugh, chasing after him. She closes her hand around his wrist and pulls him back towards her. “You’re not mad? Or upset?”
Fred gives Y/N a look like she’s crazy. “Upset? Mad? Why would I be any of those things? You know I want to be a dad, love. We’ve talked about this before.”
“I dunno,” Y/N shrugs. “We’re young and we haven’t been married for that long. I just thought you wouldn’t think it’s the right time.”
Fred sighs and comes back towards Y/N, wrapping her up in a hug. “Love I don’t care about any of that. So, what we’ve only been married for two months? We’ve been as good as married since we were 18 when you first moved in here.” Fred presses a kiss to her forehead and smiles down at her. “Besides if we’re gonna have enough kids to fill a quidditch team we need to have them young, I can’t be an old man teaching my kids how to fly,” he jokes with a laugh.
“A whole quidditch team?” Y/N asks. When Fred gives her a wink Y/N rolls her eyes. “You’re lucky I love you Fred Weasley.”
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“Fred what are you doing?” Y/N murmurs around a yawn. She started to wake up after a warm heavy weight rested on her stomach, and when she finally opened her eyes she saw Fred half hanging off the bed as he laid on his front. He’d pushed her shirt up and his head is hovering over the swell of her stomach while his hand strokes it lightly.
“Talking to the baby,” he responds, as if the answer is obvious.
Y/N shifts so she’s laying on her elbows so that she can look down at him properly. “At 2 am?”
Fred nods, pressing a light kiss to her skin. “I couldn’t sleep. And I read in that muggle book Hermione gave us last week that the baby can hear things now, so I figured I’d try it out.”
Y/N chuckles brings a hand up to rub her stomach. “Well I think the baby likes the sound of your voice, they’ve been moving like crazy.” Early last week Y/N had started to feel the baby move around inside of her. The first time it happened it scared the shit out of her, but now she’s started to miss it when the baby is still.
“Really?” Fred asks, his eyes lighting up. The movements Y/N has been feeling are still far too light for Fred to feel from the outside, but every night he spends hours rubbing her bump to try and feel something.
“Yeah, really. My ribs have become a punching bag.” Y/N smiles as the baby lands a few kicks to her stomach. “Here, gimme your hand.
Fred gives Y/N the hand that isn’t already on her stomach, watching as she places it on the side of her bump. She presses his hand into her skin, and he holds his breath, hoping to feel something. “Holy shit,” he gasps as the skin beneath his hand moves ever so slightly. Fred watches his hand in awe, smiling as it moves lightly with each movement. “That’s so cool.”
Y/N laughs and lets go of Fred’s hand so she can run her hand through his hair. “Innit? Though it does feel kinda weird that it’s like, coming from inside of me. But it’s nice. Like I’m never alone.”
“Hey little one,” Fred coos against Y/N’s skin, pressing down against her stomach as he feels the baby kick him in response. “I’m your Daddy, and I can’t wait to meet you.” Fred presses a kiss to Y/N’s skin and tears form in his eyes when he feels a small movement against his mouth. “I know your Mummy is doing such an amazing job of growing you in there but hurry up and get out of there so I can hold you and play with you and kiss you and cuddle you.” Fred tears his eyes away from Y/N’s bump so he can wink at his wife. “Plus, the sooner you get out of there the sooner Daddy can give you a sibling.”
Y/N scoffs and flicks Fred on the forehead. “Can we finish making this one before you start planning the next?”
“What? There’s no harm in planning ahead,” he teases, crawling up the bed to kiss Y/N sweetly.
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“Hi there little bug,” Fred coos, gently rocking his newborn daughter. She’s only a few hours old, and her big eyes are bright as she blinks up at Fred. “I’m your Daddy and I love you so much Miss Ellie belly.”  Her actual name is Electra, but Fred has settled on calling her Ellie. Y/N had found her name in a baby book Hermione dropped off, and they both instantly fell in love with it. It means bright one, and after the dark times Fred and Y/N had survived in order to bring her into the world it seemed like the perfect fit.
Fred presses a kiss to her forehead, his heart melting as she makes a little noise. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispers. “Just don’t tell Mummy I said that.”
“Maybe you should check to make sure Mummy is asleep before you start spilling your secrets,” Y/N responds with a laugh.
Fred turns around, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry, love. I figured you’d be a goner after the past few days you’ve had.”
Y/N moves over to make room for Fred and pats the space next to her. “I was only in labor for what 36 hours? That’s nothing,” she says with a laugh.
Fred comes over and sits next to Y/N, cradling Ellie tightly against his chest. “Don’t downplay yourself, love. You’re an absolute superhero.” He begrudgingly passes the baby back to Y/N and wraps an arm around her, his other hand coming up to grab Ellie’s foot through the blanket she’s wrapped up in. “We wouldn’t have our perfect little angel without you.”
Y/N blushes, looking over at Fred. “You helped a little bit. And I did nearly break your hand while I was pushing.”
“Aw, Y/N. You flatter me,” Fred teases. He presses a kiss to her temple and takes a moment to just watch as Y/N cuddles Ellie close. “I didn’t know I could love something this much,” Fred says quietly, crying slightly for the second time that day. The first had been when the doctor placed Ellie in his arms for the first time. ��But every time I look at her my heart feels like it’s going to burst from how much love is in it.”
“I know, right? Every time I look at her I feel like crying. She’s just so tiny and perfect and ours.” Y/N leans down and presses a kiss to Ellie’s forehead. “I almost can’t believe that we made her. I don’t know how you and I could make something so beautiful.”
Fred gently grabs Y/N’s chin and turns her head so he can kiss her passionately. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, so it is no surprise that our daughter is the most beautiful little girl in the world.” Fred kisses Y/N again briefly, before letting go of her chin so he can stroke Ellie’s cheek. “How are you feeling, love? Can I get you anything?”
“I’m alright, Freddie, thank you,” Y/N says softly, looking back down at their daughter. “I actually feel really good. To be honest your Mum scared me a bit, I thought it would be way worse.”
Fred chuckles, melting as Ellie’s eyes flutter closed. “I think Healers have revolutionized childbirth in the twenty years it’s been since she had a baby.” He bites his lip, nudging Y/N so she’ll look at him. “So now that this one’s out, when can we start trying for number 2?”
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“Y/N love, I’m home!” Fred calls, stepping out of their fireplace and into the living room. He dusts the ashes from his suit, frowning when his wife doesn’t answer him immediately. But it turns into a smile when he spots his daughter peering at him over top of her play pen.
“Ellie,” he coos, heading over to her. “Look at you, standing up on your own!” he praises, lifting her out and up into the air. He tosses her up gently, laughing as she giggles madly at him. “Where’s your Mummy?” he asks, settling the infant on his hip. He presses a kiss to her forehead, his stomach turning to mush when she cuddles into his chest. “Let’s go find her then, hm?”
Fred starts to explore the house, grinning as Ellie babbles baby nonsense into his skin. He can’t believe how fast the past 8 months have gone, and while he loves watching Ellie grow and learn new things, he misses the baby stage already. “What do you think Mummy’s doing?” he asks, nodding along to her babbles as if she’s actually answering him. “I think she might be hiding to scare Daddy. What do you think?”
After checking their downstairs Fred starts to head up the stairs, his fingers lightly digging into Ellie’s belly to tickle her. She shrieks with laughter, and it sounds like music in Fred’s ears. “Daddy misses you while he’s at work, Miss Ellie belly. I think I should take you with me tomorrow. What do you think? Do you wanna spend the day with Daddy and Uncle George at the joke shop?”
Fred peppers kisses to Ellie’s head as he walks down the hallway. The door to his and Y/N’s room is shut and as he goes to grab the doorknob it swings open and Y/N practically runs into him.
“Oh, Fred,” she gasps, holding something to her chest. “I didn’t hear you come in, love.” Fred eyes her wearily as Y/N leans forward to tickle Ellie’s stomach with her free hand and press kisses to her chubby cheeks. “Is your Daddy home, Miss Ellie? Did Daddy finally come home to see you?” she asks, laughing as Ellie giggles at her.
“What’s in your hand?” Fred asks.
Y/N looks up at him, trying to seem as innocent as possible. “Nothing,” she responds, showing him the hand that was on Ellie’s stomach.
Fred rolls his eyes playfully. “The other one, gorgeous.”
“Oh, um,” Y/N blushes and looks away from Fred as she takes her hand from her chest and opens her palm. A positive pregnancy test is laying in her hand, staring up at Fred.
Fred gasps. “Another one?”
Y/N nods and snuggles into Fred’s chest as he pulls her into a hug with his free hand. “Dunno why you’re so surprised, you’ve been trying to get me pregnant since Ellie was born.”
Fred laughs and leans down to kiss Y/N deeply. “Guess it’s time to start thinking about the next one then,” he teases.
Y/N glares at Fred. “Are you sure it’s not too late to return or exchange you?”
“Sorry love, I burned the receipt long ago,” Fred responds with a laugh, kissing Y/N again.
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A Secret Not So Well Kept.
(Aldo Raine x Female!Reader)
For the lovely @strudelcreme really hope you enjoy ❤️💛
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As much as it was beautiful...love was a dangerous thing.
It could make you feel alive, and rip your heart out the next. 
Aldo and (Y/n) knew this. But when the strongest of resolves break. Their relationship began slowly, nothing more than ghostly touches and meaning filled smiles at first. The roots of their attraction grew and grew throughout their service together, until the pair couldn't conceal their feelings anymore. 
If you had to ask (Y/n), the night Aldo confessed was the happiest she had ever been. Even though they adored each other, they knew that the knowledge of their relationship would only bring heartbreak. 
So they decided to keep it a secret. Not only for their love, but also for the professional side of their positions. (Y/n) knew the whispers that danced on the wind for women "like her". Words so vile, you would feel yourself irk from even listening to them. Sometimes, (Y/n) wondered how she kept her composure in a pit full of snakes. Snakes that bore human faces and spoke human words. Things would be easier this way, (Y/n) had told herself many times. It would spare them both from an unnecessary hell.
The night was young, the moon having just risen above the trees, settled in the dark canvas of night. (Y/n) kept her head high, (e/c) never leaving the twinkling stars. The soft breeze that ruffled her (short/long/medium) hair didn't go unnoticed by Aldo, who was sneaking small glances here and there. Though the pair agreed to keep their love a secret, Aldo couldn't help the way his heart yearned for her. He couldn't ignore the dreams of a possible future together, and the many beauties that life would bring. Aldo was glad he had something more to fight for than country.
The Basterds whooped and hollered as the town came into view, all dressed in civilian clothing. Remarkably, this was one of the few towns left with no Krauts in them. At least not yet. The streets were quiet, and the Basterds entered a small looking tavern. At the head of the bar, (Y/n) was greeted by a welcoming face. "Archie!" She expressed in glee, making the Brit coal his head at her. " Pleasure to see you Basterds alive and well." He greeted, shooting a smile at (Y/n). 
Some might misinterpret this as flirting, but (Y/n) knew that the man meant nothing but friendship with her. 
He had spoken to her before, of his life back home, and how Archie wishes to return to his wife once the war is over. Besides Aldo and the others, Archie was a man that knew (Y/n)'s worth, both to the army and the group. "Don't just stand there, Hiecox! Get us some drinks!" Donny yelled, body going over the counter. The act made (Y/n) laugh, shaking her head. "Get the man some gin, Archie! Before he tears the whole place down." (Y/n) ordered, before proceeding to order for everyone else. She had to stop herself from saying Aldo's drink of choice to quickly, for a man like Archie was very perceptive. As Archie was busy getting the drinks, (Y/n) let her eyes wander.
Wander right into beautiful blue.
She could never get sick of those eyes. They didn't need to speak to know they were communicating an ocean of longing, bodies inching just to hug and kiss each other. Aldo sent a small grin, and (Y/n) felt her own face twist upwards. The sound of glass clanks pulled (Y/n) away from her staring, but before she could grab the glasses, strong hands beat her to it. She could recognize him by touch alone. "I'll get that for ya', darlin." Aldo drawled, chuckling when (Y/n) hid her face. It was a little game they played, to confuse everyone else. The nicknames were a part of it, and everyone thought that they were just being friendly. 
It didn't take long for the drinks to take their effect. Donny was already slurring his words, and Hirschberg was already trying to fight Hugo. Then, the conversation simply switched onto Aldo. "Ya know Lieutenant….I think your accent is pretty funny…" Donny slurred, a clumsy hand now on the Lieutenant's shoulder. Aldo simply chuckled, paying the drunk Bostonian no mind. Their voices began to pick up, making more jokes at Aldo's expense. But (Y/n) was not having it. She knew that they were having a little fun, but their words were getting out of hand. 
It wasn't until Hirschberg began to tease Aldo about his love life that she stepped in. "Alright that's enough." She said, but Hirschberg didn't relent. "Like, how the hell ain't you married yet? I'm sure you got a-." Hirschberg breathed, before he got pushed off. “He doesn't need no wife!” (Y/n) exclaimed. Everyone's eyes fell wide, for the docile woman never had raised her voice before. It just wasn't in her nature. Hirscheberg took this as a sign. Apparently he was a lot smarter when he was drunk. His reddened face came over with a grin, and he pointed his lanky finger at them. “You and the Lieutenant have a thing going on don't ya?” Hirschberg surmised, letting out a belly deep laugh when (Y/n)’s face went red. Donny rose from his own seat, before clapping his hand on Hirschberg's back. 
“I knew it!” He yelled, pointing a finger as well. Aldo stepped beside his lover, eyeing her as if to confirm his own actions. Before the young woman could react, Aldo placed his rough hands on her face, his eyes carrying a youthful determination that one only possessed in the heat of a glorious battle. His lips were a familiar feeling, one that (Y/n) had yearned to feel for such a long time. Her skin tingled, and blood seemed to rush her face.
Aldo knew there was no going back after this.
And he didn't care.
The other Basterds whooped and hollered, and Wicki seemed to be giving Archie some cash. The duo pulled away, and (Y/N) hid her face in her hands. Her man had been bold, and now she didn't know what to do. ‘’Pay up, Donowitz!” Hirschberg yelled, and Donny audibly groaned. Aldo placed his shoulder around (Y/n) and pulled her close. ‘’Welp darlin’, looks like they found out our little secret.” He chuckled. (Y/n) smiled, though the claws of worry would pry off her skin just yet. “What if-?”
“I dont give a shit what the OSS or any of those fucks have to say. I’m gonna make you my wife when we get back home and aint one one gonna stop me.” Aldo exclaimed and (Y/n) felt like she would cry. It was a strong promise, and they both knew that, but life was nothing if it wasn't a challenge. “Get a room you two!” Donny joked, a big smile on his face. “You two make a cute couple.” (Y/n) heard from behind her. 
Archie gave her a thumbs up, and in a strange moment of peace, (Y/n) felt like she could actually do this. She looked up at Aldo, admiring his eyes, and she softly pecked his lips. 
Now all they needed to do, was get out of France.
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Secrets Chapter 11
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You left MJ, your neighbor’s teenage daughter and Mattie’s favorite human being other than you, in charge of the house and closed the front door as quietly as you could behind her. Thursday nights you and Maria went to the pub to enjoy a weekly night out with a couple of friends. You looked forward to getting out. Recently, you had been in a bad mood and full of resentment.
‘Drink up,’ Maria urged you to drink the gin and tonic she got for you.
‘You’re letting this whole DNA-test thing eat you alive and it’s not healthy for you.’
‘I feel humiliated, ’you confessed.
A condescending attorney from Steve’s side had called you to give the requirements. You struggled with the fact that your husband doubted that Mattie was his child. You knew that you would never forgive Steve for forcing you to undergo that demeaning process, all because he was convinced that you had an affair with his younger brother.
After a few drinks, Maria left with Rhodey, her boyfriend. She offered to drop you off, but you wanted to walk to clear your mind, so you declined.
You saw Steve’s BMW parked outside the pub before you saw him, leaning up against the car and apparently waiting. You let out a sigh.
You were spent and you did not want to indulge in mind games, you walked past him.
‘How did you know where I was?’
‘The babysitter,’ Steve told her softly. ‘I’m sorry for intruding on your evening.’ Steve added in an arrogant tone, looking down at his wife.
‘Let's go,’ Steve said raggedly, yanking open the car door. He almost lifted your slightly tipsy body into the passenger seat and with his hand, he protected the crown of your head from a painful bump courtesy of the roof.
Steve’s arms had been the only place you ever felt secure……you reminisced.
‘What are you doing here?’ you asked once you reached your place.
‘We'll talk inside.’
You went in and relieved MJ of her duties and paid her.
MJ lived nearby and this arrangement suited both of them.
‘Do you leave a kid in charge of Mattie?’ Steve enquired.
‘MJ is responsible and Mattie loves her ’
‘I want to see my son,’ Steve confessed.
‘Mattie’s asleep.’
‘I still want to see him,’ Steve confessed excitedly.
‘You didn’t believe me when I told you he was yours’
‘Let’s not get into that. I know the truth now. I know he is my kid. I got the news this morning. I came as fast I could.’
His eagerness to see Mattie disheartened you, even while you tried to tell yourself that his reaction was only to be expected. He had just found out that he was a father. Naturally, he was much more interested in Mattie than he had been when he had assumed that your son was some other man’s.
‘I'll take you upstairs’
Steve looked across. ‘I want to take him home… to Brooklyn.’
Steve moved quietly into the bedroom and studied the sleeping child in the wooden cot. His curls tousled around his cute little face, Mattie looked peaceful and absolutely adorable. Steve stared down at the child that slept.
That declaration hit you like a bucket of ice water. You backed away to the door and watched Steve award his son an affectionate last glance. Yes, he could be tender when he wanted to be but it wasn’t a notion that took him very often. He had looked at you the same way the day you had told him you were pregnant and he was over the moon, his reaction made you hide your own polar opposite feelings about the pregnancy.
Steve wanted to show Mattie off to his family and friends...
‘What did you mean when you said you wanted to take him back to Brooklyn?’ you heard yourself ask abruptly.
Steve took off his heavy overcoat and draped it on a dining chair by the table.
‘I don’t think that you can offer him what he needs to thrive in this environment. I don’t want to fight you for custody of our child but I don’t see how I can do anything else.’
‘I cannot let you have full custody of my son,’ Steve spelled out.
‘How… dare…you? I gave birth to your precious son alone and I’ve been on my own ever since. Mattie is a very happy and well-adjusted little boy and you don’t know anything about him, yet the minute you find out he exists you conclude that I am an incompetent parent?!’
‘Does he even know he has a father or a family in Brooklyn? What kind of stability can you give him? You are not a responsible person.’ Steve retorted.
‘Look at the way you dealt with our marriage, your debts, your affair with my brother’ he added.
‘What makes you believe that?’ you interrupted thinly.
‘You don’t face your problems head-on, you run away the minute things get tough, how can you possibly raise our child properly and teach him what he needs to know’ Steve condemned.
‘For the last fucking time, I did not have an affair with your brother!’ you shouted.
‘I don’t have to stand here and be criticized by you. We’re separated and I need you to leave.’
Steve grabbed his coat. ‘It’s impossible to talk to you,’
‘You are threatening to take my child away from me talking? How did you expect me to respond to a threat like that?’ you questioned.
‘It is not a threat, it is a promise, I will fight you for custody of my son,’ Steve refusing to back down.
‘You can’t do this to me, Mattie is my son and he needs me.’
‘It is my turn to be a parent to Mattie for a change,’ Steve said ironically.
‘Call me when you come to your senses,’ Steve drawled as he tossed a business card down on the little shelf in the hallway.
And in a moment he was gone and you broke down, all conflicting emotions and regrets coming back to you. You were furious with yourself because you hadn’t sorted out anything.
He believed you had slept with Rick and he hated you for it.
You lifted his business card and threw it on the dining table. Steve was calling the shots again and you didn’t like that at all.
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