#the way greg is also look back at him like. you're still touching me

[gregoftom]

i’m scrubbing through this episode to get some footage for folks and this shot is driving me absolutely buckwild

#tomgreg #he WONT LET GO OF GREGS BACK???????????? HELLO? sir. sir #the way greg is also look back at him like. you're still touching me? //// #that's probably the longest someone has willingly touched him and so intimately for like. a long time. UGH!!!!!! #toms expression too lmfaoooo he's like yo get the fuck outta my way we got business. also he's mine #like calm down girl aint nobody taking him from u

[dasketcherz]

Please spread your Beckory Agenda (hc’s) with us🌸💕🌸💕🌸💕🌸

∆ they totally help/copy each other with their school homework

∆ gregory loves to give tony (& his other friends) drawings as a form of friendly art gifts, and tony kept every single one of it safe in a folder or when he really loves it so much he hangs it up in his own bedroom

∆ gregory doesnt like being touched unprompted, especially by strangers. But whenever he's the one who initiates physical contact, it means he's showing signs of beginning to trust having you around

∆ ^^^ with that said, he developed the tendency to play around with Tony's hand. Poking his palms, playfully intertwining their fingers together, clasping them together as a way of innocently stimming that way, a sign of being very comfortable around him. Tony didn't mind it, he grew to like that habit with greg too

∆ ^^^ greg has smaller hands than tony's. So it was extra cozy when they held hands (even platonically before their relationship became more than friends)

∆ greg loves building a fort, he finds joy in making a cozy tent where he and his best friend(s) can just get lost in their little world together

∆ when tony's sleepovers at greg's became more and more reoccurring, it has become very noticeable to the point his mom and grandma also takes notice. When he's bout to ask his mom, there came a point she just cuts him off with "yes yes you can stay at Greg's tonight, just make sure to text me when you're there okay?" and his grandma chimes in "say hello to Greg for me!" and even started insisting tony bring home made cooking of hers when he goes to his best friend's place. They essentially became a lil extended family through the relationship the kids have as very close friends

∆ tony is the only one in the friend group that calls gregory "greg"—Cassie calls him by his full name while Ellis tends to call him anything else but his real name lmao

Gregory was caught off guard the first time it slipped Tony's mouth, during a situation where he needed some comfort on top of that, so the cute lil nickname felt sorta special to him

∆ greg is very sweet and nice around his friends. so you can imagine the look of surprise in tony's face when he saw the feisty side of greg when bullies try to mess with him or his friends. Just when he thought greg was a pretty cool kid already—he thinks strongly of it being true after that. They make each other feel safe for having one another's back

∆ tony begins to develop the tendency of being lowkey a mom friend around greg. As much as capable greg is on his own, tony observed that he still tends to forget about lookin after himself when he gets busy lookin after others, so he's the one to do that for greg. (this becomes such a prominent behavior after overcoming and healing from the GGY incident for both of them)

Like lending him his coat when the lil guy forgets to bring his in a cold weather outside (happens a lot, to the point tony's coat(s) gets mixed up with greg's clothes when he forgets to return it back), or tony packin extra cuz he just have the feelin greg is bound to forget to bring his lol, greg appreciates it a lot tho—tony eventually earned the title of "my knight and shining armor" from greg cuz of the countless times he's been a life saver for him

#daske ask #beckory #fnaf gregory #tony becker #gregtony #detective rabbit #GTY46 #fnaf #fnaf GGY #haruwashere29 #the last one was highly inspired by puhpandas' recent beckory fic #it was too hella cute

[ezlebe]

If your still up for it I'd love to see more of your take on shiv confronting greg and/or tom their relationship. And greg standing up for tom in his own greg way

It’s a pretty nice morning for Reno – or Greg thinks, anyway, since this is his first visit. He’s trying to make the most of it after a late start, a few… hours lost to a problem that turned out to be a broken email chain. He’s okay now to treat this like a vacation though, ordering a drink that looks interesting and preparing to lounge at the edge of the pool, until he can – Wait, is that –?

Yes. Shit.

He tries to look anywhere else, turning to the bartender, who’s muddling ice and peeks up at him in response with a brief frown. Their eyes abruptly sweep sideways to Greg’s shoulder, then drop just as hastily, as if scolded and made to feel awkward.

Fuck.

“Hey there, Igor. Where’s Tom?” Shiv asks, voice pitching with barely-veiled mockery. Her eyes narrow up at Greg behind coffee-colored lenses when he turns to look, smirk fixed and almost bored across her mouth. “I need to touch base with him.”

Greg shrugs weakly, making a point to pretend to look at his phone. He sort of knows where Tom is, in some quote unquote CIA-NSA-alphabet agency-level-shit planning session with other C-levels from GoJo that they’re both pretending Greg isn’t already aware is for planning of a gaming commission lobby campaign, due to the gossip vine and some overheard whispers in the lobby. It’s not worth anything to give to Shiv.

He doesn’t really know why she’s at this conference, considering she dropped her figurehead Waystar title and went back to DC; he, at least, has the excuse of nebulously assisting with goings-on. He’s holding some version of a bag.

Shiv shoves her sunglasses up, seemingly just to glare with more panache. “He’s still my husband, Greg.”

“I know?” Greg says, playing dumb but honestly a bit bemused by the reminder, and blindly grabs his drink after he hears it thunk on the bar. He also knows that she knows Tom will only be that for another nine days, anyway, as that is a fairly prominent clock ticking down at the back of his own mind. It’s Saturday now, and Tom signs Monday after next, so really, in a way, it’s basically just a week.

Shiv follows Greg when he tries to escape to the side of the pool. “You ‘know’? Anyone might think you forgot with how you're stonewalling me, not to mention you two to out here locking your talons blatantly among real people. It’s tasteless.”

Greg furrows his brow, staring now across the aquamarine water of the horseshoe pool. He’s pretty sure… that’s not a euphemism for fighting, and he wonders if Tom is even aware of Shiv’s evident drawn conclusions. “Nothing is like going on in – uh, in that direction.” He peers down his nose at her, feeling a bit catty by declining to bend in any way to her level. “He’s like pretty serious about those sorts of boundaries.”

“Boundaries,” Shiv repeats, a sneer briefly building across her mouth. She lifts her nose, as it disappears, affecting some aire of droll displeasure. “Are you trying to  –? You can’t embarrass me by reminding me Tom’s a prude.”

“I’m not,” Greg says, evenly, tilting his head with a minor lift of his shoulder. “It’s like a normal thing people do – like Uncle Logan, right? And Kerri? It’s just not Tom’s deal.”

Shiv slowly widens her eyes, jaw visibly tightening until muscle jumps in her cheek. “I do not fucking get it,” she says, rising to the bait with a pitching, defensive tone. “What is it about you that even got you at this fucking table, Cousin Greg? It can’t just be one guy wants to fuck you.”

Greg manages not to twitch so much, but he does wet his lips, glancing briefly up against the hotel windows toward the conference room. “You know your, um… issue?” He asks, blinking as he looks back down. “You’re like way too unsubtle.”

Shiv tilts her head back with a twist at the corner of her mouth. “Unsubtle?”

“I mean, I get wanting to be out front in a – a control freak way?” Greg says, taking a sip of his drink, then blinking hard with a weak cough when he realizes it has way more gin than he anticipated for roughly 11AM. “You and Tom are both like that, and like maybe it worked before you guys ever started making moves? But… thinking you’re there first doesn’t exactly mean you are, right?”

Shiv narrows her eyes, then rolls them hard in a vague answer.

“So that sort of leaves a road untaken for, you know, a little guy,” Greg says, shrugging again while tilting with his glass in a vague slither, “To, uh. To… slip in to actual first and figure it out.”

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“Like, I can’t give Tom – anyone, like… power, really, but I can get him what he needs to like get it himself, so he feels like smart, you know, and then he brings me along, so we both…” Greg puts his glass down, then gestures up, then puts the freed hand up above it, in a vaguely stacking manner. “Move up. And if anything bad happens he takes it. He’s like a tank, you know, like in, uh – in EverQuest. And I’m… buffing him.”

Shiv glances between Greg’s hands and his face, twice over, expression building more with snide bewilderment than any frustration.

“Plus, you know,” Greg says, dropping his hands and recovering his drink with a pluck of crushed ice from the glass. “He doesn’t mind. A lot.”

Shiv sighs harsh and short through her nose. “What?”

“Being like… you know,” Greg gestures, vaguely, doing another slither gesture, bobbing his head a little with it. “As long as it’s just business. He thinks it’s a fun game, if you will.”

Shiv stares condescendingly for another pair of beats, then she abruptly glances at the hotel, then back to Greg again, exhaling a markedly disbelieving scoff. “Wait,” she says, wetting her lower lip which lifting a pair of fingers to sweep hair from her forehead. “Are you implying there you’ve already fucked Tom like you’ve fucked Kendall, and he didn’t even care?”

Greg rolls his head back and forth, as he nibbles at a mint sprig.

Shiv coughs out a harsh laugh. “And here I thought I had him whipped.”

“To that, uh, effect,” Greg says, all at once deciding it’s not worth pretending otherwise, anymore, not if Shiv isn’t going to politely follow suit. “…Thank you, I guess.”

“Thank you?” Shiv repeats, flatly, narrowing her eyes with a jerk upward of her chin.

“Yeah, like…” Greg pointedly glances Shiv up and down with a puff of air thinly through his lips. “You could like give him everything he could ever want, you know, but he still like could do better.”

Shiv looks briefly startled before she tilts her head while a wry, mocking sort of smirk slips across her face. “Are you trying to bully me, Cousin Greg?”

Greg blinks back widely while he takes a slow, carefully shallow sip from his glass. “I don’t believe… it’s outside the realm of possibility that you like started it?”

Shiv scoffs with an eye roll out over the pool, sweeping her hair over her shoulder. “What the fuck are you failing to drink, there, anyway?”

“A mint julep with gin,” Greg says, scraping off another piece of ice with his teeth, then crunching into it; it’s not really melting quick enough, despite the desert. “A… uh, a juniper julep, one could say.”

Shiv leans back on her heels, turning her head back seemingly just to stare for a few long beats. “I don’t care what you tell yourself, Greg, the only thing you ‘better’ me on is height.”

~

“Care to explain yourself, Prince Greg?” Tom says, cutting off the sunlight with a weirdly jaunty attempt at accusation. He shoves a phone in Greg’s face with a few affected clicks of his tongue. “Clear up why I’m getting pictures of you chatting up co-eds mid-meeting?”

Greg glances up to squint at the phone, seeing a picture of himself on this very lounger on Tom’s screen, and talking to a lady in a bikini who’d actually been asking where he got a towel. He clicks half a second later on the sender, then blinks twice. “Shiv?”

“Right?” Tom says, looking briefly down at the picture himself with a barking laugh. “I think she’s just trying to fuck with you like you’re Roman, or something, considering this – ” He scrolls down, revealing a text: total slut. “When did she start thinking of you as a person?”

“Uh…” Greg glances up and down from the phone screen. “We may have exchanged… some barbed raillery?”

“Raillery, huh?” Tom repeats, flatly amused, a brow raising high against his forehead. He drops it in the next instant, then lifts his chin to indicate for something else. “You find out anything fun?”

“Like, Shiv-wise or – ?”

Tom answers with a wide eye roll leading into a scoff. “No, buddy, you’re here for work, not playing with your cousins.”

“…Maybe? It’s um, sort of Shiv-based, because I wondered why she was here? Like, looking for you? So I… overheard there’s this guy Coonin, I guess, who is looking to run on like hardening vice laws and building it up as a family values thing, and maybe it’s going to like include a smear-campaign on Lukas’ like whole recent thing with online gaming?” Greg says, keeping his voice low, but he glances pointedly toward a trio of other pasty office-types at a table of way too many colorful drinks. “And Shiv is working on the… opposition, I assume?”

“Oh,” Tom tuts, eyes narrowing with understanding, then he drops his head in a nod. “Huh.”

“But this –” Greg wets his lips. “But... like, ATN is big enough that, you know, you can sort of bring him on and call him a hack, I think?”

Tom purses and unpurses his lips in agreement. “Sure could. Have the hack himself tank part of his voter base.”

“And it’s sort of like working with Shiv, but.” Greg bobs his head back and forth, tapping his fingers against the edge of his empty glass. “You know.”

“I know,” Tom echoes, then smirks, a familiar and toothy sort of approval. “Straddling, huh? You are a total slut.”

Greg sighs through his nose, dropping his head against the back of the lounger. He peeks down at Tom’s hand on the armrest, then lifts his own, curling his fingers between Tom’s carelessly splayed ones while hoping the heat in his face just looks like sunburn.

“What’s going on here?” Tom asks, slowly, his tone briefly losing humor to careful curiosity.

Greg glances back up, catching Tom’s eyes with a hesitant clear of his throat. “She like also said we were locking talons. You an-and I.”

Tom is quiet for a moment, then scoffs out a weak laugh, and he doesn’t even like look around before he turns his hand over to squeeze back. “You just think you’re so cute, don’t you.”

“Not really?” Greg says, as he sweeps his eyes back across the pool.

Tom hums a low, winding note, bending over the lounger and setting his mouth softly against Greg’s ear. “I know you hope she’s watching, Gregory.”

Greg shrugs smally into the attention, dragging his teeth against his lower lip and biting down to hide a smirk. It’s not the whole reason, no, but he doesn’t not.

#tomgreg #presents to the court evidence of writers block #or writers jenga #since it doesnt hold together

[drunktuesdays]

Oh my GOD. I want more!!! If that’s a first draft how is it even going to get better. Do you have any fully abandoned draft material you would ever want to share? You’re honestly so good it blows my mind

oh my gosh thank you. that's VERY nice!!!!!!

i combed through my wip folder, and honestly i have so many that when i open the doc, it says something like, "So it's positive,' Jim said, not meeting his eye." and then NOTHING else because past!me is an asshole. OR it has more to it, but I'm not convinced it's FULLY abandoned.

But here's a wip I really think I'm unlikely to ever seriously work on, because I truly cannot become Aliens AU girl. I don't know if you ever watched Stargate: Atlantis, anon, but this was intended as a big juicy crossover with that show, with all of the AEW wrestlers slotted in as either marines, scientists, or other civilians, alongside the main SGA characters that already exist. Dustin and Greg are Marines, Jim's a scientist, and Kris is an alien who joined their team at some point, and she is their Ronan.

Again, disclaimer that this is rough first draft level writing and also the three scenes are not as well connected as they would be if I really knew where I was going

The room they were keeping him in was sterile, white everywhere.  It could be comforting to think that across millions of alien cultures, evil labs were almost always all the same. 

It’d be comforting if Dustin wasn’t the one being held in one, of course.  

He was on a gurney, arms strapped down by his sides, feet handcuffed to the edge.  The Xcyzu held up its hands, said “Lieutenant, we mean you no harm--”

“You know who says that the most?” Dustin snapped, trying to wiggle his arm out again.  “People who mean me harm.”

“I wish you’d calm yourself,” the Xcyzu said.  “Maybe if--” and he shimmered a little, went opaque for a second, and then Jim was standing there, a tray full of instruments in his arms. 

“Hey,” he said, low. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Dustin knew it wasn’t Jim.  He'd watched the alien morph into Jim in front of him, and still--his heart rate felt like it was settling against his will. "Fuck off," he said weakly.

Jim—the alien—made a face. "Rude," he said, and then he set the tray of instruments down and came closer, reaching out to touch Dustin again. "Relax," he said. "It's just me."  Jim's fingers skated down the side of his face, and Dustin was—he wasn't—he knew it wasn't Jim—

Then, an alarm came over the speakers. The alien that was wearing Jim's face swore in a very un-Jimlike way. "I'll be right back," he said, and dashed out of the room, leaving Dustin strapped there, sweaty and bewildered. 

The Xcyzu came in again, still wearing Jim's face. “Oh, you’re back, are you?” Dustin said bitterly.  “Give it up, you're not going to make me fucking cooperate.”

“Dustin?” the Xcyzu said, frowning at him.  “What are you--”

"Stop it,” Dustin snapped. "Just stop it, okay? He's not—I don't know what you think is—but you can't just wear his face and suddenly I'll let you put stuff in my ass, okay?"

The Xcyzu froze awkwardly and then flushed beet red, which Dustin thought was pretty innovative in terms of face stealing technology. They'd even managed to mimic the way Jim's eyes went wide and freaked.  After a beat, he came over to Dustin, and pulled a knife out of his tac-vest. 

"Whoa," Dustin said, cringing away. "Wait, hang on, don't—" but the alien only cut through Dustin’s restraints, freeing him. Then he stepped back, and busied himself putting his knife away, and fixing his hair.

“Uh,”  Dustin said, sitting up and flexing the stiffness out of his arms.  “Oh, uh. Jim?”

“Yeah,” Jim said, not looking at him.  

“I think they wanted me because I’m clearly the hottest one,” Dustin said, as they tramped back to the ship.  “They looked at you freaks and were like, oh yeah, that one--”

“Bullshit,” Greg said. “They probably heard you talking shit and were trying to do us a favor.”

“Fuck you,” Dustin said.  “I finally get kidnapped by sex perverts for my hot bod, and you’re trying to ruin this for me. Unbelievable.”

“The thing I don't understand,” Jim said, "is why they chose my face."

“I think the jumper’s up ahead,” Dustin said, and sped up.

Jim and Kris were talking quietly in the back when Dustin finished his pre-flight checks.  He watched them for a minute, their two heads ducked together, talking seriously.  

He hated this stupid day.  He looked over at Greg, who was also being kind of a freak.  He was sitting very still, hands folded carefully over the bag in his lap, and had a placid, far away look on his face which was the instant give away that he was up to some shit.  

Dustin sighed.  Of course his team would ruin his sex pervert kidnapping this thoroughly.  Assholes.  

When they flew back through the gate, Colonel Sheppard was waiting.  

“Lieutenant Howard, I’d love to know how your visit to a planet we have successfully traded with--” and he looked at an anthropologist, who quickly volunteered, “two hundred and thirty two times.”

“Thanks,” Sheppard said.  “A planet we have successfully traded with two hundred and thirty-two times went this badly.”

“Okay, well, sir,” Dustin started a little indignantly, and behind him, Jim stepped warningly on his heel. Dustin changed tacks, and instead tried blinking up at Shep charmingly. “I guess we’re just lucky?”

Sheppard barked his weird, alarming laugh.  “Get out of my sight before I stick you in the brig.”

“Blaming the victims,” Dustin muttered, but he left anyway, walking quickly until he was out of Sheppard’s sight.  

He changed out of his BDUs quickly, throwing on a t-shirt and shorts, and headed right back into the hallway.  If Greg was hiding something, it was better that Dustin knew now before it got out of hand.  

When he got to Greg’s room, Jim was outside, just raising his hand to knock.  “You noticed too?” Dustin said grimly.

Jim shrugged, and from behind Dustin, Kris said “better we deal with it as a team.”

When Greg answered the door, he seemed not surprised but disappointed to see them.  “You can't make me send him back,” he said. "I love him."

“Okay, fucked up place to start,” Dustin said, and shoved his way forward into the room to see a tiny alien creature busily devouring one of Greg's boots.  "Oh shit," he said, staring at it. "I hate this fucking day."

#sgaew #wrestling #MY WORK

[brookheimer]

there’s this small thing about the episode that I can’t get out of my head and I don’t know who else to tell about it and it’s probably nothing judging by the fact that literally no one mentioned but!!

is it just me or was Roman’s whole outfit kind of…ill fitted? like compared to the usual tight shirts he wears, it sort of threw me off ever since we first saw it in the trailers. it could be nothing but considering that the show pays (comparatively) close attention to character wardrobe I can’t stop wondering whether it’s indicative of something

like I can’t really remember an instance where his clothes looked so loose and it freaking bothers me!!!

but again maybe I’m imagining things and need to touch grass

okay i am probably not the best person to ask about this bc i know very little about men's clothing and also i fucking hate most of roman's outfits (like the teal pants earlier this season????? a monstrosity) which im saying w sooooo much love but . still. HOWEVER i will do my best!

you're def right that it's looser than a lot of his more ~casual~ outfits but i've been looking at pictures of him in suits and maybe i just do not know shit about how menswear is supposed to fit but i'm struggling to see much of a difference??

first row is roman in suits in previous seasons (found by googling "roman roy suit" lmao), second row is roman from connor's wedding -- i'm not really seeing any huge differences but also again i wouldn't know properly fitted menswear if it hit me in the face. sooo here are some possible comparisons for you to decide for yourself bc every suit ever worn by anyone looks the same to me. like the only difference here is in one photo he's wearing a gray blazer and a black shirt that's literally the extent of my knowledge

either way tho def a valid question to ask -- they are suuuuper purposeful about costuming (i'm keeping an eye on the watches this szn... succession's always had a Thing about watches even from the first ep when tom gives logan one and obvi like last szn with the whole greg watch fiasco and the poster for this szn had greg, rome, and logan prominently wearing watches and the others not visibly wearing watches, and while that's probably absolutely nothing, i'm still keepin it in the back of my mind!)

anyone who knows more ab suits than me please weigh in. menswear and cars are the same to me in that i think they're all the same unless they're different colors

#sorry i can't be of more help lmao #succession #anon #asks #roman roy

[mimisempai]

You’re the only one who knows who I am 

Summary:

A nightmare awakens Mycroft and his fears. How could Greg, so open, love him, so secret.

Notes:

Mystrade Monday #95 « This isn’t who I am »

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

On AO3

Rating G - 736 words

"How can you believe that someone as open as Greg could stay with you and all your secrets!" 

Mycroft awoke to these words spoken by someone whose face he could not see in his nightmare.

Heart racing, breathless, he looked to see if he had woken Greg, but fortunately, his lover was sound asleep.

He slowly slid out of the warm bed, shivered a little as his feet touched the cold floor and headed for the bathroom.

He walked to the sink and splashed cold water on his face. When he looked up, he faced himself in the mirror and looked away. He didn't have the strength to look at himself, not right after that nightmare.

He tried to ignore the little voice in his head, "You don't deserve this happiness... You know that, and you're just deluding yourself."

Mycroft faced his reflection, refusing to be drawn into this spiral, but tonight the voice in his head was louder than usual.

"He'll figure it out eventually. And he'll kick you out and you'll be alone again..."

Mycroft clenched his hands on the sink and faced his reflection again and just said, "No. Greg knows me. He knows this isn't who I am. He knows who I am and loves me the way I am."

He left the bathroom and slid back into the bed, he moved closer to Greg until he was against him and Greg automatically tightened his arms around him.

« Mmm... Mycroft? Is that you, love?"

"Yes, Gregory, you can go back to sleep."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, don't worry, sleep now."

He hoped Greg would go back to sleep, but his lover knew him well, he woke up completely and reaching out, he turned on the light. He took Mycroft's face in his hands, and looking at him closely, he asked the same question again, "Are you okay? And don't lie to me Mycroft, you know I see it when you lie."

Mycroft swallowed and couldn't escape Greg's scrutinizing eyes. His eyes that looked at him with such love.

"What's wrong?" insisted Greg, concerned. Mycroft let out a sigh and looking away, he asked in a barely audible voice, "Am I good enough for you?".

"Oh Mycroft..." Greg let go of Mycroft's face and wrapped his arms around Mycroft with all his strength. Mycroft buried his face in Greg's neck.

Greg thought for a moment and asked Mycroft, "Good enough for me in what way, love?"

As Mycroft searched for his answer, Greg gently stroked his back and lightly kissed his hair.

"An unknown person says to me in my nightmare, 'How can you believe that someone as open as Greg could stay with you and all your secrets?' I know... god I know it's not true, my reason tells me it's not true because we've talked about it and I know you're aware of what I'm allowed to say or not say, but sometimes that little voice comes back to torment me."

Greg grabbed Mycroft's shoulders and pulled him away from him a little so he could look him in the eye, "Don't listen to that little voice and only listen to mine."

Mycroft nodded, but Greg saw the flicker in his eyes that told him Mycroft needed more reassurance.

He pushed him down on the bed and straddled him, then framing his face with his hands, he leaned over him and still with his eyes in his, he said to Mycroft, "Even when I thought I was done with love, you came into my life and taught me to love again. You not only taught me, but you also showed me your unconditional love and care for me. And you also loved me when I thought there was no reason to. You didn't leave me to my ruins. Despite all my imperfections and flaws, you love me just as I am. And despite all your imperfections and flaws, I love you just the way you are. Because you are a beautiful person Mycroft, here..." Greg kissed his forehead, "just like here..." he kissed Mycroft's chest where his heart was before looking at him again.

In that moment, in the mirror that was Greg's eyes, Mycroft saw nothing but sincerity and love and Mycroft believed him. He was the one who closed his arms around Greg's neck and drew him closer in a kiss that said everything his words could not convey.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Mystrade masterlist

#mystrade #mycroft holmes #greg lestrade #mycroft x greg #some fluff as always #sherlock bbc #emotional hurt/comfort #established relationship #mystrade monday #mystrade monday prompts

[shespeaksinsongs]

Baby Daddy, An Enchanting Play

A/N: Not so sure what this is, but I like it! Enjoy! <3

Summary: Y/N, Pansy, and Daphne perform their moving play for an acting class they'd enrolled in, along with Blaise, Draco, and Theo.

Warnings/content: Mentions of deadbeat baby daddies, Fem!Reader, implied Slytherin!Reader, lousy acting

Word count: 1.14k words

"Oh, Jack, how your eyes... de-ceive me." Theo squinted at the lines he'd written on his hand, having said "deceive" wrong.

Blaise, Theo's boyfriend, only nodded and effortlessly said his lines. "But, Greg! You seem to forget I can't deceive you, for I am cursed only to tell you the truth. And with that, I shall be damned for eternity." Blaise said, looking into the distance dramatically.

"I'm a rock. I am also a mineral." Draco said from the corner of the stage, his eyes empty of passion for their performance. On his shirt pocket was a tiny piece of paper that read "ROCK" in red letters.

Moments passed by before people realized the play was over, and slow claps scattered around the classroom.

"Guys, while I will admit, that was an... interesting play, when I said each person must have two lines, that's not what I meant. So you'll be getting points off for that." The teacher said sternly, calling the next group to perform the student-written play.

Y/N, Daphne, and Pansy got up, ready to perform. On their way there, Draco stopped Y/N, causing her to tilt her head. "Be careful up there; she's a harsh grader."

"Your concern is cute." Y/N said quickly, patting Draco on the back and following her friends back onto the elevated platform.

As always in Acting class, an extracurricular that the gang had collectively decided to take, Y/N opened up the production. "Oh boy, how will we ever beat that?" Y/N sarcastically said, eyes widening, smiling smugly at Blaise's glare. "Our play is called "Baby Daddy." We worked really hard on it, so we hope you enjoy it." The name earnt snickers from the room, which Y/N didn't mind. In actuality, the girls saw the Acting class as more of a joke than anything else.

"Woo!" Draco cheered as Theo whistled, prompting Blaise to catcall an "Ow!".

"You couldn't even call me?" Daphne screamed at Y/N, although their new names were "Melissa" and "Ben," respectively.

"I didn't think it was that big of a deal, man." Y/N said, lowering her voice to match that of a man. The way she moved, sort of like a snake, caused Draco to laugh to himself, leaving him wondering if she was mocking him.

"Not that big of a deal? You're telling me you've been incarcerated for two years, leaving me to pay for our kid,"

"Ah." Pansy said, sitting on the ground, only sticking her thumb out of her mouth to speak.

"and you couldn't even tell me that you'd been out of jail for three months? I need you, Ben. Your daughter needs you. This family... we need you." Daphne said, sighing sadly.

"Mel," Y/N said, reaching an arm out to touch her baby mommy.

"Don't you "Mel" me! I have had to go to homeless shelters for the past few months, barely making enough to survive on, and you waltz in, acting like you own the place. You're disgusting. Were you even gonna tell me? That you were free?" Daphne said, pulling up her best acting skills for this next part.

"Of course I was, Melissa. I just needed some time to get on my feet, you know?" Y/N had said this last part so low that the walls of her throat rubbed upon each other, causing her to cough tremendously. This made her peers laugh, so she didn't mind it. She looked briefly into the audience, and Draco was still trying to contain his laughter, tears almost spilling out of his eyes. "Besides, can't babies go longer without food or something?" Y/N scratched her head, trying to look as stupid as possible.

"That's newborns," Daphne snarled. "Nora is two years old. She's a toddler. Merlin, are you that daft? Did you even remember her name before I said it?"

"Uh, nah, nah, that's cool, Nora's cool. Did you pick it out?" Y/N said, trying not to laugh at the next part. The girls had to rehearse it dozens of times the days before in order not to laugh.

"You idiotic," Daphne fake slapped Y/N, who skillfully made it look and sound real. "useless," Pansy was now crying with laughter, trying her best to make it look like she was just sad that her parents were fighting. Her thumb was still in her mouth, and she was almost biting it from how hard she was smiling. "waste of brain cells!" Daphne said, stomping on Y/N's toes.

Y/N took a moment, not looking Daphne in the eye as she said her following line. "C'mon, babe, it's rough in the big house. By the way, you're hot when you're mad." She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows, which caused Theo to stifle a laugh.

Daphne said nothing but groaned and threw her hands up in frustration, ending the play with an angry and offensive (but family-friendly) pinky finger).

Just like the rest of the plays, a few collected moments of silence went by until Pansy got up and bowed with her girlfriend and best friend Y/N. This time, different from the rest, people erupted into cheers, admiring Y/N's commitment to the male role and Daphne's acting.

Oddly enough, when the three looked over to the side at their teacher, they didn't catch the furious glare they were expecting. Instead, she was crying, muffling a sob with her hand. "I'm sorry, kids, this just reminds me so much of my youth." She said, pressing a hand to her heart and swallowing thickly before continuing. "Great job, you three. Full marks for each of you." The professor said, causing Y/N to look concerned for her, but nonetheless, she was happy. "May I just ask, what was your inspiration for this?"

The girls looked at each other, not knowing what to say. As always, Y/N was the one to speak up. "Oh, we have been very passionate about... deadbeat baby daddies for, uh, years now. It's become a tragedy in today's society." Y/N trailed off, hoping her answer would be sufficient enough to let her instructor let her go back to her seat.

"That is so heart-warming. You three must have hearts of gold." The teacher said, which caused Y/N to beam at Draco annoyingly.

"Heart of gold." Y/N mouthed across the room, laughing slightly when he rolled his eyes.

"In fact, this performance was so moving that," The teacher said, leaving a few seconds of silence in between. "I'm giving everyone full marks. Congratulations to everyone. You can thank these lovely ladies for it." She said, sitting down and throwing all her analyses of each play away.

For the second time, the class erupted into cheers. Only this time, it was a standing ovation. As Y/N, Daphne, and Pansy strutted back to their seats, Y/N laughed to herself, wondering what she did in a past life to be so gifted with luck.

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A/N: Originally,this was supposed to be a story but then my drafts got deleted idek why or how.I tried to write it the way how I remembered it.Let me know your thoughts on this one.✨

Pairing/s : Jeffrey Dean Morgan x reader, Negan x reader

Warning/s: mentions of sex

Tomorrow will be my second week portraying one of Negan's wives on the walking dead.

My first scene was easy.I had one line and that was it.The rest was either me walking around or sitting pretty.

Jeffrey made sure that I was comfortable with him.That's why he decided to have sessions with me before doing the actual scenes.And you were fine with it.

The other casts and staffs were very friendly and fun to work with.They welcomed me with big open arms into their family.

Since this was your first ever show,Kirkman thought it would be fun experimenting with your character.

You knew how wild his imagination was and you were pretty excited with how your character is going to be portrayed.

He wanted your character to be lively and very sarcastic.He wanted you to have that power over Negan.Your character is Negan's favorite wife.

At first,it was hard to act intimidating infront of Jeffrey.Hell,you were intimidated by him.

A knock on the door pulled you away from your thoughts.I stood up and opened the door to see Jeffrey standing there with papers in his hands.

"Time for rehearsals?" He said and I mentally face palmed myself.

"Oh god." I muttered.

Jeffrey chuckled and patted my shoulders.

"I see,you're not the only one stressed out here.Angela wanted to know if you're fine with our next scene." He asked.

And I totally forgot the most important thing.My love making scene with Jeffrey will be tonight.

"What's wrong with me and my memory today.I totally forgot that it's today." I said and Jeffrey laughed.

"I feel like you're the old one here and not me." He joked and I nervously laughed.

"Why don't we get inside and start our rehearsal?That way we can discuss our scene?" Jeffrey continued and I nodded at his suggestion,which is good.

Mostly,for our scenes,I just follow his lead.I told him that and he knows.

She couldn't believe the rage building inside her.She wasn't acting like herself but she couldn't stop the words coming out from her mouth.

For some reason,she wanted to test how far Negan would go.

Twirling around to grab the door knob,she heard a slam on the table.

"Don't you even fucking dare leave this room without fixing the shit you caused" Negan angrily said in a loud voice.

Holy shit,calm yourself y/n.Just like you practiced,you will be fine.

Breathing heavily,you slowly turned around to see Negan glaring up at you.

"Can't you just let me go?You said it yourself that if we don't feel like we belong here anymore,then we can just go.There are walkers everywhere,Negan." You said in a low voice,not wanting to increase the tension building between you two.

"That's the real threat,not me walking away from your overprotective and jealous ass.I just don't get why you have to punish every single man who comes across me?It's not like I'll cheat on you or anything." You continued explaining to him.

It was starting to frustrate you everytime you hear someone gets a hot iron on their face or a lash on their back just because Negan apparently saw them checking you out.

"I don't even know if this is marriage to you,it clearly isn't one.We're supposed to be partners.Not you owning me,telling me to just be here when I fully know that I can be out there too.Earlier,what I did,I had to prove to myself that I can do it too.And I did." You said and saw his eyes soften a little bit.

Slowly,Negan stood up from the couch and went to stand in front of you.

You felt his hand on your chin,tilting your head up so he could look at your face.

You saw his eyes glimmer with humor and lust?

"So you want us to be like a normal married couple?Not this apocalyptic survival mode marriage?Do I have to bring you breakfast in bed?" Negan mumbled and you wanted to punch him right there and then.

"I can't even talk to you properly.You always have these crazy ass jokes.Am I a joke to you?"

"Oh kitten,you are not a joke to me.You are my lifeline.Jokes aside,i also happen to love your pussy.Which brings me to ask,what time does your pussy open?" Negan said as he put his hand on your waist,pulling you closer to him.You giggled and looked up at him.

And that's where you lost it.You pulled his face and kissed him hungrily.Following the script,Jeffrey held your face between his hands.You felt his tongue on your lips,asking for permission.

You moaned out when you felt his hand on your waist,going lower to your ass.

Negan growled when he felt your hand on his growing bulge.He missed her like hell.

Being able to do this with her after being gone for weeks makes him want to slam his dick in her wet pussy right there and then.

But he needs to feel her,touch her,savor every inch of her body that he missed.

"God,i fucking miss this,kitten." Negan mumbled while trying to unclasp your bra.

With one movement,he pulled down your bra,leaving your chest bare for him to see.

Negan wasted no time and went to suck one of your boobs,his left hand playing with the other one.Your hands are tugging at his hair,feeling a wet sensation pooling between your legs.

"Negan,please" You moaned out,forcing him down to your legs.

Jeffrey looked up at you,at that moment,you didn't know what to feel when you saw his face.You wanted to pounce on him,feel him between you,slamming his huge dick in a hard thrust of his hips.You totally forgot that you were just filming a scene.

"I love it when you say my name like that,makes me want to ram my big,fat,juicy cock inside your wet little cunt.Do you want that?" Negan growled while fondling with the hem of your panties.

You nodded,not having the voice to speak out.You just wanted to lay down and let him have his way on you.

"Fuck,you're already dripping wet on my fingers and that's just me playing with your delicious breasts" Negan said as he put one finger inside of you.

Good lord,as much as you wanted him to pounce on you,there were people everywhere.You can feel everyone's eyes at the both of you.But here's Jeffrey not even caring about anyone.

"Cut! Next scene we'll have you lay down on Negan's bed.Take a break for 30 minutes." Greg yelled using a microphone.

People shuffled around,leaving you and Jeffrey alone.

"That was hot"Jeffrey said as he threw you a bathrobe while putting his over his body.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

"I hope i looked fine.I feel like my hair's everywhere.We still have to do the main scene and that's where I'm worried most." You said.

Jeffrey shook his head."You look absolutely stunning with your hair all over the place.You look like you're about to get fucked"

You sighed.

It was hard to pretend that it's not affecting you,but it does.Every scene that you do with him,gets harder for you.You just hoped that no one would notice.Even Jeffrey.

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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Two:

Being discharged thirty-six hours later, Steve climbed into the back of the Volvo next to Oliver's blue car seat. The newborn fortunately snoozing away. After years of hearing horror stories about how newborns were the worst, Steve couldn't help but think that maybe he got lucky. That perhaps Oliver wasn't just the cutest baby, but also the most well-behaved.

"Do you think he dreams?" Steve asked, watching their baby.

"Probably. He probably dreams of you since he's all wrapped up in your scent. Knows that he's safe and loved," Bucky peeked back at Steve in the rearview, driving them home. "Are ya hungry? I can make pancakes or something."

Covering his mouth with his hand as he yawned, Steve said, "Whatever's fine with me. Make whatever you want, babe."

Settling further into his seat, Steve let his eyes close. Deciding to just rest his eyes the way all those baby books encouraged. However, his mind didn't let him have a peaceful rest. Instead, he thought about all the things he needed to do when they got home. Greg probably needed more food and water. The house needed to be vacuumed. He needed to clean the spot on the carpet where his water broke. Needed to fold the clothes still in the dryer. Needed to put away Squirt's clo–

"Stevie, doll, we're home," Bucky softly said, tenderly touching Steve's shoulder.

Eyes fluttering open, Steve realized that they were, in fact, home. Accepting Bucky's help, he climbed out of the back. Although the medication and the numbness had worn off, his body still felt weak. Bucky unhooked the car seat and settled it on his flesh arm while holding his prosthetic out to help Steve cross the garage to the door.

"What do you think Greg's gonna do?" Steve asked, looking up at his alpha.

Bucky shrugged and opened the door, letting Steve go first and hitting the garage opener to close the door. While Bucky carried Oliver in his car seat into the house, Steve entered the laundry room since they were right there anyway.

"What are you doing?"

With the dryer door open and his hand holding a wrinkled shirt, Steve shrugged, "I need to get these out so I can wash the clothes from the hospital."

"Steve, you're supposed to be taking it easy," Bucky reprimanded, setting the carrier down.

Rolling his eyes, Steve argued, "It's only laundry."

"So?" Bucky scoffed. Crossing the laundry room, he gestured for Steve to move out of the way, "I'll take care of it. You go relax. Watch a movie. Take a nap. Just as long as you're relaxing."

Looking up at the brunet, Steve teased, "You're hot when you're bossy."

"Oh, yeah?" Bucky's brows arched on his forehead.

Steve nodded, sliding his hands up Bucky's broad chest to around his neck and confirmed, "Yeah."

"Then, you're really gonna find me hot if you don't get in there and relax," Bucky's voice was low with a hint of a growl, giving Steve goosebumps.

Shuddering, Steve smirked, "Maybe I'll just go vacuum."

Bucky quirked a brow in silent reply and Steve held his hands up in mock surrender, "Joking."

"You better be," Bucky commented, picking the blue seat back up to carry a still sleeping Oliver over to the table. Unbuckling Oliver, Bucky lifted him to his shoulder where he marked his back and swayed him.

Over Bucky's broad shoulder, Oliver's eyes blinked open and landed on Steve. Even though Steve knew that newborns could only see eight to fifteen inches in front of them, he still found himself smiling at his baby as he approached them.

Coming up behind Bucky, Steve rubbed his back and reached up to touch Oliver's hand. That little fist clenching around his finger, holding onto him while his head dropped back down onto Bucky's shoulder. Steve's heart was so full in that moment that he felt like he could burst.

Marking Oliver's back the same way that Bucky did, Steve asked the infant, "What do you think, Squirt? Pancakes or waffles? Ooh, or an omelet?"

Before either man could answer, a stench came from their newborn. Pinching his nose, Steve scoffed, "Dear god, how can something so little stink so much?"

Bucky just chuckled. When Greg threw herself on the ground, rolling around and meowing at them, Steve laughed too. Holding his hands out so Bucky could hand him Oliver, "Your cat wants your attention."

"She's your cat too," Bucky reminded as Steve carried the now fussy baby into the nursery.

Over his shoulder, Steve called, "She was yours first!"

Crossing the room to Oliver's dresser, Steve set him on the changing pad affixed there. With a clean diaper and wipes close by, Steve pulled off the tiny navy-blue shorts. Trying to soothe his son, Steve scent marked his chest that read, Daddy's Cool Dude, and softly shushed him.

"You're okay," Steve comforted, unbuttoning the orange onesie. Little Oliver squirmed and jerked as he wasn't quite sure what to do with his tiny body now that it wasn't all cooped up inside of Steve.

Although Steve wasn't as confident changing diapers as Bucky was, he had a better handle than two days ago. Plus, he felt safer with cleaning Oliver than helping him with his gas. Of course, that didn't stop him from turning his head at the pure stench.

"You're stinky," Steve exaggerated. Quickly and thoroughly, he cleaned Oliver's bottom and made sure that the new diaper didn't rub against his umbilical cord stump.

Buttoning the onesie and pulling the shorts back on, Steve placed Oliver back in his arms. Tossing the dirty diaper in the Diaper Genie, Steve left the nursery. Since Oliver was still fussy, Steve opened his shirt and his supporter. Immediately, Oliver latched onto Steve's sore, engorged nipple.

In the kitchen, Bucky was cradling Greg like a baby and telling her, "I'm sorry, but you're not the only child anymore. You have to learn how to share me."

Sitting down on the chaise portion on the sofa, Steve smiled down at Oliver. His tiny eyelids fluttering close and his long eyelashes brushing his round cheeks. Fondly, Steve pushed the soft, dark brown hair from his face. Even though Bucky had said he wanted Oliver to look like Steve, Steve was glad that he looked like Bucky. After all, Bucky represented pure, unconditional love, for Steve. It was only fitting for their son to follow in his daddy's footsteps.

Taking the seat beside Steve, Bucky draped his prosthetic along the back of the couch. Turning into them, Bucky marked Oliver while he dipped down to kiss Steve's slender shoulder. Since Bucky knew that he couldn't touch Oliver too much while he fed, he wrapped his arm around Steve's midsection instead. Without Oliver inside of him, the bump was flatter, but Bucky still ran his wrist over it. Marking his little pack.

"What'd Greg think?" Steve softly asked.

"Totally jealous," Bucky replied, kissing Steve's shoulder.

"She'll come around," Steve assured, hoping it was the truth.

Bucky nodded and nuzzled further into Steve, "Definitely. It'd be difficult not to love him."

Both gazing down at Oliver ate, Steve knew it was true. It was mystical, the love Steve had in his heart for the baby. Considering how Bucky acted, Steve figured that he felt the same. With how the nurses acted, Steve figured that their little guy was undeniably the most lovable baby ever. And he couldn't be happier.

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Here's a prompt for you if you're interested. Mary tells Sherlock that if anything should happen to her that she would like Molly to be the legal guardian to the Watson's child. (Of course she's just kidding) she tells him that both Molly and John agree to this arrangement. This eventually gets Sherlock in a bad mood because he's been trying to get back on Molly's good side for a while now, but here she is agreeing to be someone else's mother and yet not being in a relationship with him

Wow, this one is even older than some of the other ones I’ve answered. I am so bad at this. ::hangs head in shame:: But after series 4 aired and Sherlock and Molly became the godparents to Rosie, it finally became much easier to answer this. I’m sorry there’s no Molly in this, but I hope you and @morbidmegz (who claimed it) both enjoy it, Nonny!

A Tiny Bit Of Matchmaking - Mary knows her past iscatching up to her, and before it does, she wants to make sure thatSherlock and Molly know at least some of the happiness she hasfelt...even if it means a little bit of deceit to get Sherlock torealize what’s in front of him.

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper

Characters: Mary Morstan, Sherlock Holmes

Additional Tags: POV Mary Morstan, Mary Ships It, Sherlock Series 4 Spoilers, Lies, Mary Lies, Matchmaking, Matchmaker Mary, Jealous Sherlock, Sherlock Has A Crush, Surprised Sherlock, Sherlock is a Good Godfather, Happy Ending For Sherlock, Eventual Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper

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Something had to be done.

It had been some time since the christening, since Sherlock and Molly had agreed to become Rosie’s godparents. And she knew there was a very good chance that her time in London, with her husband and daughter and all the other people she loved, could be quite short. Her past was catching up to her faster than she would like, and she wasn’t sure she could outrun it, not without the people she had grown to love being hurt in the process, and that was something she absolutely refused to do. Better she leave or die than a hair on any of their heads be harmed.

But she had some time, enough to get things through certain thick skulls that the future was brighter if it was shared with someone you loved, and that a certain someone was in reach if he’d pull his head out of his arse and just look. And Mary Watson thought she had just the idea of how to do that…

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Sherlock always took Rosie when he came over. Mary wasn’t even sure if he noticed it, that it was his first move to go to his goddaughter now that he wasn’t on his mobile all the time, but that was the plain truth of it. Oh, he loved this little girl, so this part of the plan was probably going to break his heart.

Still, what needed to be done needed to be done.

“So John and I have been putting our affairs in order,” Mary said, beginning to serve them both tea. She’d made sure there were ginger nuts there but somehow she doubted he would touch them. Or who knew? Maybe he’d eat them all. She wasn’t sure. “It never hurts to be careful.”

“I suppose not,” he said, looking down at Rosie, letting her play with his finger, which she had a good time grasping and trying to gnaw on.

“We’ve decided, while you and Molly are both godparents, it might be best if legal and physical custody went to Molly,” she said, trying to break it as gently as she could. Still, Sherlock’s head snapped up to look at her and his eyes were as wide as he had ever seen them. “With all that room she has the proper space to care for a child, and she can have set hours at her job. She and John have agreed, of course, but we wanted to make sure you knew.”

“She can’t raise Rosie without me,” he said. “As her godfather, I have a say.”

“Of course you do, dear,” Mary said, patting his knee when she set his tea on the table next to him. “I mean, she’ll make the final decisions, of course, but she does value your input. And until she gets engaged again and eventually married and has a husband, I’m sure it will be the most important.”

His eyes narrowed at Mary. “Is Gavin making advances towards her?” he asked.

“Not that I’m aware of,” Mary said, going to the tea service she’d brought out and getting her own tea. “I mean, she has mentioned since the engagement ended and she stopped dressing so cutesy there’s been interest, but I’m sure it’s not going anywhere.” She waved her hand as she sat down. “Not with Greg, I mean, but other men.”

“Who?” he asked. “Names, please.”

“I’m not even sure,” Mary said, taking a sip of tea to hide her smile. “I don’t think it’s serious interest, really. No one she’s told me by name at least. I mean, sometimes there’s extra portions of her food, free coffees, free drinks when she goes out with her friends...things like that.”

He scowled at that. “So I suppose I should bribe her to get back on her good side,” he muttered.

“I don’t think bringing her a coffee every so often would hurt,” Mary said. “Or taking her to lunch for no real reason and you paying for it. Or maybe seeing a film together after a long day?”

“Dates,” he spat out.

“You are interested, Sherlock,” she said, dropping the teasing tone. “It’s plainly written all over your face right now. You’re nearly green with jealousy.”

He pursed his lips together, scowling at Mary, and then he seemed to deflate. “I...care. But I don’t deserve her. She’s done so much, without asking anything in return, and all I do is use her and in the past, I’ve mistreated her as well. I doubt she still cares, not after I ended her engagement.”

Mary raised an eyebrow at that. Oh, she knew the story behind that, of Sherlock using her bedroom as a bolt hole and timing an exit in nothing but his pants while Molly was asleep in the guest bedroom for the full view of Tom. The row that had caused had been extraordinary and had been the death knell of Molly and Tom’s relationship. And yet she also knew Molly may have forgiven him soon afterward if it hadn’t been for Janine’s tabloid story. Things had settled between them since he was allowed his second chance to stay in London, but it was still a bit icy at times. But she knew that through it all, Molly still loved him. And she would admit it, too, if he told her this, simply, with no airs of needing anything from her or wanting anything more than her returned affection.

She set her tea down and went to him, picking Rosie up off his lap. He looked up in surprise. “Molly deserves to hear what you just told me, and when you tell her, if you tell her the same way, I expect you’ll find, in fact, she does still care. A great deal.”

“You’re sure?” Sherlock asked, standing up.

Mary nodded, and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “I may have fibbed about the guardian thing, but on this I’m telling the truth.” He shook his head at her, giving her a small grin as he realized he had been fooled but for a good cause, and went to get his coat. “Tell me how it goes!” she called after him as he left.

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The next morning as she was tending to Rosie and making breakfast, her mobile’s text alert went off. She saw it was from Sherlock and opened the message.

Went to Molly’s. Told her. Stayed over. Just left. SH

She smiled at that message and then entered her reply. Same bed?

It didn’t take long for him to answer. Yes. SH

Mary set down her mobile and grinned at her daughter in her high chair. “Well, Rosie dear, looks like your Aunt Molly and Uncle Sherlock might have things taken care of on their own. Hopefully it will stick.” And she hoped it did, just in case she wasn’t there to see it. After all, those two deserved happiness too.

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