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peanut buttercup (matthew gray gubler/reader)

Title: Peanut Buttercup

Anon Requested: Hi so I been asking for this request for awhile but no one seems to do it. I was wondering if you could write a Matthew Gray Gubler x Fem! Reader. And they have a 5 year old kid. They both work together on Criminal minds and play each other’s love interest. One day their babysitter cancels and they have to bring their kid to set. They have a balance taking care of a kid and filming. And can you possibly add that Matthew is filming one of his unauthorize documentary and he includes his kid. I would really love to read this.

Couple: Dad!Matthew Gray Gubler/Fem!reader

Category: fluff

Content Warning: swearing, Dad!Mgg, mentions of being sick

Word Count: 5,076

Summary: When reader and Matthew’s babysitter cancels on them on a last minute notice, they’re forced to bring their 5-year-old daughter, Tallulah ‘Peanut’, to set. Matthew and Reader have to re-learn to balance filming, on set tomfoolery, and taking care of their daughter. 

A/N: i literally love this request so much, it’s so cute and makes me feel so soft. I really needed to write some cute fluff after everything im writing, especially for a different type of high… so thank you for sending this in. i think we need more dad!mgg fluff too, we stan dad!mgg. So, meet tallulah jane ‘peanut’ gubler, and reader ‘buttercup’ gubler :))) im so soft right now. thanks for all the love and support! check out my masterlist! 

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It was… quiet. Quite possibly too quiet. Especially for a house that has 2 actors and a five-year-old daughter. I was getting the chance to sleep in a little later than normal, and there's no husband or little girl begging for breakfast. Maybe husband took her on a morning jaunt? No, that'd be too ambitious for him, and even for her. Or, maybe he put a movie on and she's actually watching. Or maybe- frick, nevermind. I clearly spoke too soon and had my hopes too high. The pitter-patter of little feet, followed by the louder footsteps of an adult man came running into the bedroom.

"Tallulah," Matthew's voice was soft, like he was whispering but knew it'd be useless. Because once she got up into the bed, I was starting to wake up more.

"Mommy, mommy! Wake up! Wake up!" A little girl's voice shouted as she jumped on the bed. I kept the blanket over my body and groaned as a small body jumped on top of mine.

"5 more minutes," I pretended to whine as I pulled my blanket over my head. I could hear Matthew's laughter as Tallulah jumped into my body. I groaned at the sudden weight on my still tired body. "Okay, okay I'm awake," I tiredly spoke as I sat up. Tallulah fell onto the bed beside me in a fit of laughter.

Matthew was already dressed and what seemed ready for the day. His glasses sitting on his nose, and his hair falling perfectly around his face. A bizarre patterned shirt, that I wouldn't be surprised if Tallulah picked it, hung off his frame, paired with a pair of jeans and his converse. How long had he been awake? 

"I tried telling her you wanted 5 more minutes," Matthew laughed as he looked at me. I looked back at him and smiled, before looking down at our daughter, who was still laughing. Her beautiful brown and curly locks of hair, though somewhat a ratty mess, covered her face just enough to show her toothy smile and brown/hazel eyes. "She just wouldn't listen. She wanted to know what you wanted for breakfast," Matthew smiled as he sat beside me on the edge of the bed.

"Breakfast!?" I exclaimed as I looked down at Tallulah. She looked up at me and smiled before rolling around on her back. "I guess that’s up to you, Peanut," I smiled as I placed a hand on her stomach.

"Pancakes!" She sat up and looked at me. I looked over at Matthew and smiled. The amusement he wore on his face made me feel happy. Of course, no matter what his daughter did, he was amused or happy. I don’t blame him though, she’s basically the mini-me version of him.

"Pancakes!? That sounds like a great idea!" I brushed her hair away from her face, "how about you and daddy get started in those while I take a quick shower and get ready for the day?" I asked with a smile. I glanced back at Matthew, silently telling him to help me out with this. “Maybe make me some chocolate chip pancakes? Oh! Or a few apple cinnamon?” I smiled at him. Matthew laughed at my enthusiasm for pancakes.

"Sounds like a solid plan to me," Matthew stood up and placed his fists in his hips. Tallulah looked between Matthew and me before falling off the bed in a sensible style. 

"Sounds like a plan," she copied Matthew's action and looked up at him with a smile. I smiled and watched as the pair marched out of the room. 

I sighed deeply before lying back again for a minute. I knew the second I left my bed, mommy mode would have to be fully turned on for the morning. Although mommy mode was way more preferable than actor mode, I just get to be around my favorite little girl and it makes me happy. 

Time, unfortunately, was not on my side. It was nearing the time Marianne (Tallulah’s nanny) would be here, and Matthew and I would have to leave for work. Which all meant I had about 15 minutes to shower, get dressed, and actually get ready for the day.

Once I was finished showering and getting dressed, I went to the kitchen where I knew I'd find Matthew and Tallulah. The sweet smell of apple cinnamon pancakes found its to my nose. 

“Those pancakes smell amazing!” I spoke as I entered the kitchen. Matthew was standing beside Tallulah, gently brushing out her knotty hair. “I can't wait to have one,” I looked down at Tallulah, “did you help make them, Tj?”

“Yeeeah!” She exclaimed as she put her fork in her mouth. 

“Did you also help make the mess?” I looked around the counter at the mess that suddenly appeared overnight. Matthew looked down at Tallulah, who was looking up at him with wide eyes. She was obviously whispering something to him, causing Matthew to laugh. 

“That was, uh… That was Rumple Buttercup,” Matthew nodded as he looked back up at me. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. “He came up here just as you got into the shower and made the biggest mess? Isn’t that right, Peanut?” Matthew looked back down at her and wink.

“Yeah! It was Rumbellercup.” She looked at me with a cheesy smile. 

“Right,” I faked an amused smile before nodding. I quietly grabbed a sponge and began wiping up the sticky flour mess on the countertop. “Well, next time, Rumple Buttercup should stick around and clean up,” I smiled as I looked over at the two.  

“I’ll take care of it, don’t worry about the mess,” Matthew winked at me. I rolled my eyes before continuing my cleaning. Well, tried to continue before being stopped by my phone ringing. 

“Phone!” Tallulah shouted as she pointed towards me and my phone. I looked up at her and smiled.

“Looks like it’s Marianne,” I looked at the screen, noticing her name, “Wonder why she isn’t here yet,” I spoke before answering.

“Hey, Marianne! We were just talking about you!” I smiled as I tossed the icky sponge into the sink.

“I’m really sorry, Mrs. Gubler,” her voice was low as she spoke. I furrowed my eyebrows and cocked my head, “I’m afraid I have to cancel. I can’t babysit Tallulah today?”

“What do you mean you have to cancel?” I asked, I honestly had my answer the second she sneezed, then coughed, then sneezed again. “You know something, it’s okay,” “I’m really sorry, Mrs. Gubler,” she spoke through a cough. I cringed as I looked over at my husband and five-year-old. I could sense that she was talking about something, and he was doing his best to keep up and understand whatever it was she was saying. 

“It’s okay! It’s okay, really. I hope you feel much better. Take all the time you need,” I insisted as I rested my hand on the counter, “We’ll figure something out. I just hope you feel better,” I frowned as I kept my eyes on the two. 

“Again, I’m so sorry,” Marianne whispered. I bit my lips back and shook my head.

“Get some rest. Call if you need anything,” I replied before hanging up. I placed my phone on the counter before going to grab things for lunch for Tallulah. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Matthew looked up at me as he brushed Tallulah’s hair into two pigtails. He had a certain look of worry on his face as he looked at me. I looked up at him as I made a ham and cheese sandwich. Hopefully, she enjoys a sandwich with all the fruit snacks a five-year-old could consume (which, unfortunately, was a lot), and some actual fruit. I'm sure when on our way home we'll stop somewhere for dinner or late lunch. That's hope it usually works when Tallulah comes to set with us.

“Marianne is sick. Can’t babysit today,” I frowned as I looked between him and Tallulah. Tallulah was too busy eating her pancakes and rambling about Alvin and The Chipmunks (specifically about how Theodore was her favorite, not Simon) to actually care about our conversation. 

“Really,” Matthew looked at me and dropped his shoulders. He puffed his cheeks a little bit before frowning, “No one else?” 

“I mean, I could call Aj and see if her babysitter can watch Little Miss, but that’d be a lot for one lady,” I paused as I looked down at our daughter, “Or we could bring her. You know how much everyone on set loves seeing her,” I shrugged as I looked up at him. Even though it was a lot of work bringing a five-year-old to set, we both loved it. The balance between working and taking care of her was a bit rough, but we always made it work. 

“We could do that, we have a couple of scenes together, I’m sure we could get Kirsten or someone to be with her for that time,” he looked down at his daughter before adjusting her pigtails, “Maybe even convince the writers to give Spencer and Mollie a daughter,” he looked back at me and winked. I shook my head.

“You should finish getting her ready because we have to go soon,” I pointed out. Matthew looked down at Tallulah with a smile before shrugging.

“Alright, let’s go, Peanut!” Matthew spoke as he lifted Tallulah up and stood her up on the table. I looked at the two and smiled.

“You get to come to work with me and daddy today,” I walked over to them and readjusted her crocked pigtails, and carefully pinched her cheeks, “That means you get to see Auntie Kirsten, Auntie Aj, Auntie Pag, and everyone else,” I smiled and watched as Matthew lifted her up on to his hip. 

“Yay!” Tallulah shouted once she was clinging to Matthew’s side. The two of them closely resembled a Koala. She grabbed Matthew’s face, a hand on either side, to get his attention, “Daddy’s work,” she whispered. I smiled, already looking forward to the shenanigans that was about to happen during our day. Whenever we bring Tallulah to set for a visit, almost everyone wants to spend time with her. And she sucks up all the attention. She’s got everyone wrapped around her tiny little finger. 

“Go pick out some cool clothes with daddy while I finish making your lunch. Sounds good?” I looked at her. She smiled and nodded before looking at Matthew. 

“Let’s go get out of your jammies,” Matthew spoke, tugging on her Elsa nightgown. The two walked away and towards her bedroom. I  seriously hope he’ll help her pick out something nice to wear and not let her wear a princess dress. I love it, but not today. {***}{***}{***}

“You gotta be a good girl for mom and I, okay? You can watch us while we work, but you gotta be super quiet,” Matthew held a finger up to his lips, as if he was telling Tallulah to be quiet. She smiled before copying his action. “Can you do that?”

“I can do that,” she enthusiastically nodded once Matthew set her on the ground. I squatted beside her and gave her a few quiet toys and coloring books as Matthew went to talk to one of the assistants/interns nearby. 

“Look, we packed your favorite coloring book,” I smiled as I placed the coloring book on the ground beside her. She grabbed the crayons from me and poured them out. I looked at her for a moment before standing upright.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t just have her in the trailer? It’d be safer for, well, everyone. And if we check on her every so often,” I looked at Matthew once he was back beside me. We walked side by side back towards wardrobe and makeup. 

“Nah, it’s fine. One of the interns said they’d watch her. And then we can get one of the makeup artists to watch her. You know how much they love her,” Matthew smiled at me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I remembered the day we visited set after Tallulah was born. Other than Kirsten and AJ, the makeup artists were the ones to not leave our side because they loved her so much. I honestly didn’t blame them. “Don’t stress so much about this, Buttercup, this isn’t the first time she’s had to come to set with up. And you know for a fact it won’t be the last time,” he stopped right in front of the door to the makeup studio. “She’ll do a great job,” he smiled before hugging me. 

“I know, I know. She’s just a lot older than she was the last time she came with us. And I know something will happen,” I sighed, pressing my face into his shoulder. Matthew laughed as he squeezed me tightly. 

“And, if she does, we’ll take a break, bring to the trailer, and calm her down. C’mon, you know she’s a great kid,” he looked down at me as he rested his hands on my shoulders. I laughed as I looked up at him.

“That’s because she’s your kid,” I nodded before stepping away from and entering the makeup studio.

Of course, luck was not really on our side. We were a few hours left of filming, Tallulah had been doing a great job, staying quiet and playing with one of the make up artists. Until she bashed her head into a table, causing her to go into full hysterics. 

“I got it, I’m done for the day anyways,” Aj looked at me from her space on the ground, away fro the raised set, “She’ll be okay. I can make all little girl boo-boos go away,” she smiled before stepping up to me. I looked at her before looking over at Matthew, who was already over soothing our daughter. 

“I owe you big,” I walked up to her, “You know we have stuff in our trailer for her. I think it might be naptime,” I looked at her, feeling the worry in my brow.

“Got it, naptime,” Aj gave me a thumbs up before stepping off the set. I watched as she carefully approached Matthew and Tallulah. Tears were still fresh in her eyes, but she was laughing at whatever it was Matthew was telling her. I could feel a smile tugging on my lips as I watch Aj grasp Tallulah’s hand, leading her away from the studio. 

“She’ll be fine,” Matthew smiled at me before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. I hummed before stepping away from him.

“Oh, I know that, I don’t doubt. I’m just tired, I suppose,” I rubbed the underside of my nose, “But, we’re almost done,” I nodded with a smile. I was just happy we were able to get back to work pretty quickly after the temper tantrum.

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“I think we’ve got what we needed for today! That’s a wrap!” The director shouted to everyone on set. I allowed my shoulders to slump as a yawn worked its way through my mouth. Matthew laughed as he looked over at me.

“You definitely needed those extra five minutes,” he spoke as he shrugged off his ‘Spencer Reid’ blazer. I yawned, again, and nodded. 

“Suppose that’s life with a 5-year-old,” I stepped off the set with him and walked beside him towards our trailer, “Do you want to go get that girl in question, or should I?” I raised an eyebrow once we were both in the privacy of our small trailer. 

“You should. I want to do something real quick,” he pecked my lips real quick as he walked towards the backend of the trailer. I looked down at the few toys that were thrown around the floor, before grabbing Tallulah’s backpack and sweater. 

“You want to do something? What would that be?” I asked, throwing the strap of the backpack over my shoulder. A moment later, Matthew stepped back towards me, wearing a Babygirl hat that Shemar got for him, and a purple scarf that he totally stole from me. “You look like a douchebag,” I scoffed as I turned towards the door, “You’re lucky I love you, and that we’re married,” I turned back and looked at him for a moment. 

“I think you’re the lucky one, Buttercup,” Matthew spoke to me as I stepped off the trailer. I laughed and shook my head. “Not everyone can score this,” he spoke as he gestured towards his body. I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, are you going to let me go get our kid? Or are you going to pull me into whatever it is you have planned,” I asked with a sly smile on my lips. 

“Should probably go get Tallulah,” he shrugged as he followed beside me. I looked at him and allowed him to kiss me softly. “Good luck,” 

“I’ll need all the luck in the world,” I laughed before peeling away from him. I could hear him talking to someone as I walked away, and I could only imagine it was one of the cameramen. 

Usually Aj took her out of the studio the second the tantrum started, bringing somewhere quiet. Usually, it was our trailer, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they were there for a bit, but I knew after naps it was always snack time. So, I went towards the cafeteria.

“Mommy!” A little voice shouted from across the room. My eyes scanned around, looking for my little girl and friend. Aj was sitting at one of the tables with Tallulah on her lap. Tallulah was busy, eating chicken nuggets that Aj must’ve gotten for her. So much better than a ham and cheese sandwich.

“Hey, Peanut!” I exclaimed as I sat across from them at the table. I glanced at Aj and smiled, silently telling her thank you. “Did you have a fun time with Auntie Aj?” I looked back down at Tallulah.

“Yeah!” She exclaimed before shoving a whole chicken nugget in her mouth. I raised my eyebrows and laughed.

“We took a nap, colored, played with some dolls, and then we were hungry,” Aj looked up at me as she listed their activities during the last few hours. I nodded and leaned over the table.

“That sounds like a great time. I wish I could take a nap,” I sighed before stealing one of her nuggets. Tallulah glared at me as I munched on the food. “I wanna see your drawings!” I smiled at her. Tallulah turned and looked up Aj, asking her to show the drawings she made.

“Tada!” she beamed as she showed me her drawings. I looked down at the 4 sheets of paper with a multitude of colors. One of them was easily imaged as a family portrait and I could easily point out Matthew and me, and Tallulah. Another one was just a tornado of colors, with animal stickers placed around them. And the last two pictures were coloring pages we had printed off, a Disney princess and a picture of Alvin and the Chipmunks (again, it’s her favorite movie… And not because her dad is in it).

“These are awesome, Peanut!” I looked back up at her with an excited smile, “I’m sure you had such a great time with Auntie AJ! I can’t wait to hear about it all! What do you say to her?” I looked at Tallulah as I brushed hair away from her face.

“Thank you, Auntie AJ,” Tallulah looked up at Aj with a bright, cheesy smile. Aj returned the smile as she looked at my daughter.

“Of course! I had a wonderful time with you! You be good for mom and dad, okay?” Aj asked before offering a hug. Tallulah squealed before throwing her arms around Aj. I smiled, watching the pair interact.

“Should we go find daddy? I’m sure he’d love to see your drawings!” I asked stood up. Aj helped Tallulah to the ground before standing up herself. Aj handed me Tallulah’s stuffed animal and a few of her other things. “Thank you so much, Aj,” I smiled at her.

“Of course, you know I love watching her,” she returned the smile, “Seriously, if you need help with you, you know I’m always available, even on set,” she hugged me.

“Of course, again thank you so much,” I returned the hug before letting her leave. Tallulah watched as Aj walked away, before looking up at me with a smile, “Let’s find dad,” I smiled before offering her my hand. She grabbed it before walking beside me. I handed her stuffed animal back to her as we left the cafeteria. 

“Are you going to show daddy your pictures?” I looked down at Tallulah. She was holding a small stack of papers in her hand as she skipped beside me. Her stuffed animal was now stuffed under her arm since her hands were too busy holding her drawings and she didn’t want me to hold it. “You did a good job with your family portrait,” I looked at the papers in her hand. She was looking down at that very picture with a big smile on her face. 

“Yeah!” She looked up at me and gushed. I chuckled as she hugged her pictures close to her chest. 

“Do you think he’ll like them?” I looked up and saw Matthew at a bit of a distance, someone standing beside him as he talked. He was moving around a lot, which told me he was up to something.  

“Yeah!” Tallulah exclaimed as she added a little bit of a skip to her step. And that skip in her step told me that she was excited. Well, it was more than the skip in her step. It was also the sweet-tooth, cheek-achingly, adorable smile she wore on her precious little face. 

“Do you think he’ll… Love it?” I looked down at her for a moment. She stopped walking for a second as she looked down at the picture she had drawn. Tallulah was definitely blessed with Matthew’s sense of style when it came to art (and clothing), which was lovely. She’ll be something of an artist when she grows up, I’m sure of it. Especially when her family portrait has three people and two of them have 2 heads and 4 arms, and the other one has a tail. But, that’s okay. Matthew will most definitely love her drawing. I know I do.

“Love it! Love it!” She looked up at me as she jumped. I laughed and shook my head. She looked down at the pictures again before holding them up to me. I raised an eyebrow before taking them from her to hold. 

“Well, I know I love them,” I looked back down at her. As we continued walking, she kept talking about what she got to do with Kirsten and Aj. Her babble was still a little bit incoherent, but I knew what she was saying. God bless Kirsten though. “I’m kinda hungry, do you think daddy will let us get McDonald’s on the way home?” I looked back down at her as she grabbed my hand.

“McDonald’s?” She looked at me with wide eyes. Let me just put that into my child’s mind so she can ask Matthew. Because everyone knows it’s hard to say no to the Gubler child. No one knows better than Matthew. 

Unfortunately, our conversations ended there. Because as we turned the corner, Matthew’s voice could be heard. I looked up and saw him standing beside our trailer. The second Tallulah would hear his voice, she would be off and glued to him, instead of me. What a little daddy’s girl.

“Who the fuck is that?” Matthew half-shouted to the cameraman beside him. Even though we were a good distance away from him, I could still hear the words he was saying. I was grateful that Tallulah couldn’t hear him. We both know she’d repeat any word she knows she’s not allowed to say. And since he was standing beside a cameraman, I knew he was filming one of his Unauthorized Documentaries. “Who the fuck is that,” he pulled the cameraman and pointed him towards Tallulah and I. This man and his swearing around his 5-year-old. I swear. 

“Daddy! Daddy!” Tallulah shouted once grew closer to him. She let go of my hand before sprinting away from me and towards Matthew. When she was close enough to him, she jumped into the air and Matthew caught her. “Guess what, Daddy!” She shouted into his ear. Matthew laughed as he looked over at me. 

“What, Peanut?” He asked, swinging her around so she was on his back. Sort of like a monkey with its baby. It was Tallulah’s favorite way to be carried. “You got to hang out with Kirsten and Aj while mommy and I worked, right?” He looked over his shoulder at his daughter. She laughed as she rested her head on his shoulder.

 “Yeah!” she looked over at me as I got closer to them. I shuffled the few pictures before flipping them around to show him. “Auntie Kirsten and Auntie Aj let me color!” Tallulah, again, shouted into his ear. Matthew looked at the pictures in my hands and smiled.

“Woah! Peanut, these are awesome! Are you going to be an artist like dad?” He looked over his shoulder and at Tallulah. I smiled as I shuffled the pictures to show more of them.

“Yeeeah,” she smiled before pressing her face into his shoulder, like she was hiding. I smiled before stepping up to him. Matthew smiled before pecking my lips. 

“Little Miss and I are starving,” I grabbed his hand and swung it beside me.

“Starving?!” Matthew spoke loud so Tallulah could hear him. A little giggle came from her as she readjusted her position, “Well, we can’t have that! Where do you want to eat, Peanut?” 

“McDonalds!” 

“McDonalds?” Matthew looked over at me with a raised eyebrow. I smiled and looked down at the ground, “Let’s fucking go then!” Matthew half shouted as he jumped. Tallulah giggled as she hugged her arms tighter around his neck, almost nearly suffocating him. 

“Matthew,” I looked at him with the signature mom glare I adopted from my own mother. He looked over at me as he placed a hand on his daughter’s arms. He knew exactly what the glare was meant for. Swearing in front of our 5-year-old. Of course, we both knew that wouldn’t be the first or last time he’d swear in front of her.

“Daddy said fuck!” Tallulah shouted before laughing. Matthew looked at me with an apologetic look in his eye before swinging Tallulah off his back and on to his hip. I cocked my head as I placed my hands on my hips. “Fuck!” She repeated, shouting the word at Matthew. And, again, this wouldn’t be the last time she repeated a swear word.

“Now, Tallulah, that is a mommy and daddy word. You know you shouldn’t say that. Just because mommy or daddy does, doesn’t mean you can,” he looked at her. She pouted before nodded. Thankfully, she actually understood when to not say swear words, she also understood what “mommy and daddy” words were. “Got it?” Matthew looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. She looked up at him and stuck up her thumb.

“Got it!” She smiled before throwing her arms around his neck. Matthew laughed before picking her back up.

“Now, let’s go get some happy meals,” Matthew spoke as he pointed towards the direction of our car. I sighed deeply, walking the opposite direction towards our trailer, knowing they’ll both know we need to stop by there before we leave.

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“She asleep?” I asked, glancing away from my script as Matthew entered the room. He pulled his shirt off as he went towards his closet.

“She’s always insistent on Rumple Buttercup, but almost never makes it to the end,” he laughed as he put his pajamas on. I smiled as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Maybe it’s time you wrote a second one… Give Rumple Buttercup a brother or sister,” I laughed as I rubbed a hand on his back. He looked over his shoulder with a smile before getting comfortable in the bed beside me.

“You know… I’ve been thinking,” Matthew started as he moved closer to me. I looked up from my script and over at him with a raised eyebrow. Something was telling me he wasn’t going to continue talking about a second Rumple Buttercup book… “What if Tallulah had a little brother or sister,” he asked as he looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. I couldn’t help but burst out with laughter. I felt bad for my laughter, mostly because I knew he wanted a second child. But, we were running slim on time with that.

“She is too much of a daddy’s girl to share with anyone, including me, Matthew,” I closed my script as I looked up at him. He looked genuinely hurt with my laughter and comment. “Besides, I thought we were good with the one,” I gestured towards her room.

“But, what if we had another one,” he shrugged. I dropped my shoulders and sighed, but kept a smile on my lips nonetheless. “C’mon, two! That’s a perfect number!” “Two is a perfect number,” I swallowed roughly as I looked down at the bedding in front of me. I couldn’t help but allow the smile on my lips to grow. “And she wouldn’t be alone on family trips,” I mused as I glanced over at him. Matthew was looking at me with the excitement of a kid in a candy store. “You don’t think we should talk about this first? I mean, Matthew, you’re almost 40, I’m nearly 35...” I let out a small laugh.

“I think we just talked about it! And to me it sounds like we both want it,” he smiled before pressing his lips to mine. I hummed before moving away from him. 

“Okay, okay, we can try. But not right now. I’m exhausted. Maybe once Marianne is better and we don’t have to take Tallulah to set. Because that was so exhausting,” I ran a hand through his hair and smiled, “Fair?” 

“Fair,” he smiled before kissing me softly, “Love you,”

“I love you too,” 

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I Believe In Love [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader] - Nine: Peace

Summary: When you find your calling to leave Themyscira, you venture out to the World of Man with intentions of helping and healing a very specific person’s relationship with his son. You’ve heard his voice before, but only in dreams. You’ve felt his pain and anguish and you’ve never been able to relate to anything more. But things don’t come easy for you, and they certainly don’t come easy for him either. [This series contains spoilers for WW84 and is my interpretation of what happens after the movie ends].

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, mention of child neglect and abuse

Word count: 3300>

Masterlist 

Previous - Chapter Nine - Next [coming soon!]

It was a long walk back to the holiday resort, just you and Maxwell. Your mind wandered off with worry about Diana. You knew she was strong enough to handle her own, but there was clearly something very personal between her and Barbara, and you knew better than anyone else how easy it was to let your feelings get in the way of your goals. You and Maxwell held hands the entire journey, although neither of you spoke that much. There was still a lot going on. Yes, you had destroyed the dreamstone, the God of Lies was no more, but you still had to fight for Alistair. You still had to win this custody battle. The war wasn’t over yet. Maxwell hadn’t stopped thinking about it either. Since arriving in Greece, you’d hardly spoken about the case and it left him wondering what exactly your plan was. He was resting his fate with his son on you. No lawyers… just an Amazonian goddess who swore her duty is to bring together families. He had no reason not to trust you, but this was a big deal so of course he was worried.

And of course there was one thought you both had in common. It wasn’t as much of a concern, but neither of you felt like you could bring it up yet. You had destroyed the dreamstone using the power of love. Your love. The love you had for each other. Maxwell didn’t know what it meant to love someone romantically until he met you. He thought he loved Julianna, but that was short lived. He always saw himself as someone undeserving of those feelings. But now he was certain. Maxwell Lord was completely and utterly in love with you.

By the time you’d reached the quaint little village you were staying in, your stomach rumbled. Maxwell paused and looked at you before bursting into laughter. You felt your cheeks heat up and you placed a hand over your stomach, slightly embarrassed.

“Hungry?” he laughed and you nodded sheepishly. “Why don’t we- uh- get dinner?” he suggested with a casual but nervous shrug of his shoulders.

You smiled. “Dinner sounds good.”

Maxwell nodded his head and led you down a cobblestone path. At the end of the long path, was the hotel resort, but along the way was plenty of quaint little shops, boutiques, and restaurants serving native cuisine. It must have been around nine at night, so the other shops were shut, but the restaurants were lit up beautifully with golden string lights, and on every street corner was musicians singing and playing instruments.

You were in awe. You broke free of Maxwell’s grip and wandered over to one man who was playing the violin. It was soft and romantic. You got close to him, probably too close, but Maxwell found it endearing. He loved to watch you take in all these new experiences. 

“You didn’t have music on Themyscira?” he asked, pressing a hand into the small of your back. His touch combined with the melody of the violin was enough to take your breath away.

“No,” you replied quietly as you let yourself fall deep into the song. When the man finished, Maxwell took out his wallet and made a generous donation. “You should be very proud of yourself. You have a gift.” you smiled- and the man blushed at your comment.

Maxwell was taken aback when you and the Greek street musician held a conversation in his native language. Of course - Amazon’s were multilingual. He remembered you mentioned it before. You knew every single language. But still, it never failed to impress him. Everything you did, every action and gesture you made had Maxwell fall head over heels for you.

You both carried on walking for just five more minutes, until Maxwell decided on a suitable restaurant. You’d settle for anything, but Maxwell had a specific taste. As it turned out, Maxwell Lord was even known in Greece, and the restaurant manager was able to pull a few strings to get you both a table without reservations.

“Do you know what you want?” Maxwell asked, peeking over the menu. You took a sip of water and shook your head ‘no’.

“How do I know what tastes good?” you asked.

“You can’t really go wrong with Greek food. In my experience it’s all good.” Maxwell explained, puting the menu flat on the table and waving over a waiter.

You pointed at a couple on a nearby table. “They’re sharing,” you acknowledged. “Why?”

You and Maxwell both watched the man and woman as they fed each other moussaka, laughing and smiling and planting intimate kisses on each other’s hands. “They’re a couple.” Maxwell hummed, wondering what it would be like to share food with you.

Too distracted in his own thoughts, Maxwell didn’t even realise you had already placed your order with the waiter. “We’ll have exactly what they’re having.” you beamed, pointing towards the couple.

Maxwell blinked and turned to you. 

“And drinks?” the waiter asked.

“Same as them!” you repeated and Maxwell’s head snapped towards the table. Actually, a pink berry iced cocktail didn’t sound at all that bad. It made a difference from his usual champagne or dry whiskey. Before Maxwell could even object, the waiter was already whisked away to bring your order to the kitchen.

“You’re getting really good at this world of man stuff.” Maxwell told you proudly, taking your hands and brushing his thumb over your knuckles.

“I feel like I’m settling in,” you admitted with a nervous smile. “I always felt like an outcast on Themyscira. Like I just… didn’t belong there. I was never a warrior like the other Amazons.” you explained and Maxwell nodded in understanding.

“It’s a shame you can’t stay here.” Maxwell swallowed and looked past you. His eyes fixated on another happy couple, and the truth finally began to settle in his stomach.

In just a few days, the love of his life was going to leave him, and he’d never see you again. Being with Maxwell in a Greek restaurant amongst the other happy couples left you feeling upset too. It made you wonder: did you really want to leave? Did you even have a choice?

Diana had told you that the world of man could not handle a goddess just walking around living a normal life. Your powerful aura would slowly cause destruction and chaos. Even death. You’d read plenty of romance novels to know that there would always be heartbreak. And maybe this would be yours.

“Your moussaka and cocktails.” The waiter grinned, presenting you both with the food on a silver antique platter. You both thanked the man and picked up your forks. In unison, you both dug into the meal and fed it to each other, just like you’d witnessed before. There ended up being a lot of laughter and hysterics as food missed your mouth or it dropped down Maxwell’s shirt making a mess.

You both knew that the inevitable was coming, but that didn’t mean you had to wish away your days together. You were fully prepared to make as many memories as possible with Maxwell and enjoy your night together in Athens.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Maxwell asked as you walked back to the hotel room.

“Worried about Diana.” you mumbled.

“Yeah uh- I’ve been thinking about Barbara,” Maxwell revealed, and you looked at him in confusion. You remembered the flirtations he made towards her in the cave, or rather, the manipulative techniques. “I owe her an apology. But I can’t apologise until she renounces her wish. I failed her.”

You gulped and squeezed the businessman’s hand. “Even if I’m not here, I believe that there will be a redemption. She will renounce her wish.”

“How do you know?” Maxwell quizzed you. “I just do,” you hummed. “She’s not a bad person. She’s just a person… who’s done bad things. But we’ve all done bad things before, haven’t we?”

Maxwell nodded before smiling. “I can’t imagine you doing anything bad.” he chuckled lightly.

“I try not to,” you shrugged. “But nobody is without flaw.”

Once you reached the hotel lobby, the receptionist called Maxwell over.

“Mr Lord, you have a phone call on line 3.” she said, pointing her finger towards the phone booth. Maxwell nodded before turning to you and pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek. 

“Let me take this call. Meet me in the hotel room.” he told you, passing you the key. You obliged, padding towards the elevator.

Maxwell walked over to the ringing telephone and took a deep breath. He wondered who could possibly be calling him from Athens?

“Hello?”

"Hi daddy. I miss you." Alistair's small and timid voice revealed. His little fingers curled around the telephone wire as he tried to keep his balance, standing on a stool so he could actually reach the telephone that was pinned to the dining room wall. Maxwell's face softened upon realising it was his son who had been trying to communicate with him.

"I miss you too, but I'll be home soon. Is everything okay?" he asked Alistair with genuine concern. He was at Theodore and Julianna’s house and they never let him contact Maxwell. It was forbidden.

"No. Mommy and Ted went out together and they've left me in the house alone. They've been gone for hours. Daddy I'm scared." Alistair sniffed, rubbing his tired, glazed eyes.

Maxwell immediately saw red. He knew Julianna was neglectful, if anything she had always been even more neglectful than Max. But the fact there was an ongoing custody battle and his competition had left their six year old boy home alone was infuriating.

“Where did they go?” Maxwell asked.

“Date night.” Alistair replied shakily.

“Listen buddy, I’m going to call Raquel and have her take you to Black Gold okay? Me and Y/N are heading to the airport now so we’ll see you as soon as we possibly can. I love you Ali. Stay strong for me. Can you do that? Can you stay strong for me?”

Alistair nodded weakly. “Why does everyone always leave me daddy?” Alistair croaked and Maxwell’s heart broke because he knew he was partially to blame for it too. He hadn’t been a perfect father but he sure as hell was trying to make amends now, which was more than what Julianna could say.

“Because they are not deserving of you Ali, you are too good for this world. I mean it. Go to your room okay, and Raquel won’t be long. I love you.” Maxwell promised.

“I love you daddy.” Alistair sniffed before putting the phone back on the hook.

***

Maxwell had been downstairs on the phone for quite a while. You had kicked off your shoes and discarded most of your outfit on the floor. You were lying on the king sized bed staring at the ceiling. All you could think about was Diana and Barbara. You had to make sure Diana was okay. She was your sister, after all.

The door swung open causing you to jump up in surprise, and Maxwell bolted into the room before doubling over trying to catch his breath. “Elevator was taking too long. I ran up the stairs. We have to go.” he panted, clutching his chest for dear life.

“Max? What’s wrong?” you asked, climbing off the bed and walking over to him. You placed both your hands on his shoulders and tried to calm him down.

“It was Alistair. He needs us.” Maxwell said, fear flicking in his eyes.

“Say no more,” you told him, finally feeling your duty as goddess of home and hearth kick in. A child in need of his father? This was your time to shine. “You pack our stuff. I’m going to try to call Diana and let her know that we’re leaving earlier than planned.”

Maxwell nodded as he started to gather together your things, throwing them haphazardly into the bags. To your surprise, Diana answered the phone after the first few rings.

“Di! Oh Gods, I was so worried about you.” You confessed, taking a big sigh of relief.

“You need not be worried,” Diana chastised you. “I’m okay. I had some trouble with Barbara but nothing I can’t handle.”

“Did she renounce her wish?” You asked.

“No,” Diana replied, her voice small. She was struggling to hold back tears. Barbara meant so much to Diana, she could not fail this one thing. She had to redeem her best friend. “But she will. I’ll make sure of it. Why did you call?”

“It’s Max’s son… something came up and… we’re flying back to D.C. tonight.” you told Diana, glancing briefly into the en-suite bathroom where Maxwell was collecting your toothbrushes and toiletries. 

“When’s the court case?” Diana questioned.

“Two days.” you informed her, feeling a little weak in the knees. It was so soon and you hadn’t even discussed a plan with Maxwell. 

“Remember sister, once this is all over you must return to Themyscira. Earlier, when the cave walls began to crumble… I realised that was because of you. You’ve already overstayed your welcome. I’m afraid the world of man’s destruction has already begun.” You had caused the cave walls to crumble? The ground to split? You were mortified. But if this was only the start… you weren’t prepared to know what was to come.

“I know.” you whispered sadly, feeling a tear slip down your cheek.

“I’ll see you back in D.C.,” Diana promised. “Good luck.”

And with that, there was a deadline. 

“Everything okay with Diana?” Maxwell called from the bathroom.

You choked out an involuntary sob just hearing Maxwell’s voice again. How would you ever be able to live knowing you could never hear another word he spoke? His voice was more beautiful than any violin or song on the car radio. You didn’t want to go. You didn’t want to go back to Themyscira. When you didn’t reply, he called your name.

“Yes, everything is fine!” you called back, doing your best to hold back your whimpers. Maxwell didn’t need to see you like this, it would only concern him. You wiped your tears away and began to pick up your previously discarded outfit, re-dressing yourself. 

Diana might have said goodbye to Steve, but there was no way you could say goodbye to Max.

***

The flight back to D.C. was uncomfortably long and you could cut the tension with a knife. “Max, he’ll be okay. He’s with Raquel.” you reminded him.

“He doesn’t deserve this,” Maxwell shook his head in dismay. “I can’t believe my son is having to put up with this bullshit.” he spat angrily.

You hadn’t seen this side to Maxwell before. Sure you’d seen him get mad and give you the silent treatment, but now he was being so vocal. He was vocal because he could be. He had been in Alistair’s shoes before. Neglectful parents who didn’t give a shit about him.

“My dad was never home,” Max swallowed, tears pricking his eyes. “And when he was, he was drunk. My mum was sick. She slept a lot. I didn’t have friends growing up. I was alone and bullied…” part of this you already knew from when the lasso of truth had shown you little Maxwell Lorenzano’s childhood, but still, you chose to keep quiet and listen to what you had to say. “I never planned on having kids but when Alistair was born I swore I would be a good father. I wouldn’t end up like my old man. But without even realising… I did. I neglected my son. I was always working. Too busy for him. I-” Maxwell held his face in his hands as shame consumed him.

“You are nothing like your father,” you promised Max, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away from his face. “Listen to me. Alistair loves you. And you love him. He called you because you’re his dad. His hero. You made mistakes in the past but we all do. Point is, you’re choosing to fix it. You’re choosing to change and that makes you one thousand times better than what your own dad ever was. Alistair sees the good in you,” you whispered. “And I do too.”

***

By the time you arrived back in D.C, it was nightfall. The sky was pitch black and Maxwell was readjusting his watch to fit the EST timezone. Upon your approach to Black Gold Cooperative, you noticed from looking in the windows that most of the lights had been turned out, bar the main lobby and Maxwell’s private office. Max was the first to enter, pushing through the revolving doors and bolting through the building, up the stairs and to his private office. You followed him, but let yourself drop behind just a little as you thought about the fact this might be your last time in this building. It was this exact lobby where you had met Maxwell Lord for the first time, sleeping on that sofa in your full Amazonian gear. It was only a week ago and yet it felt like a lifetime.

“Alistair! Alistair!” Maxwell called. He barged into his office only to see his son, curled up on his chair, asleep. Raquel was laying on the sofa, fast asleep also. It was late and Max didn’t blame her whatsoever. As long as Alistair was safe, that’s all that mattered. “Hey buddy, hey.” he cooed, picking his son up in his arms. Alistair stirred slightly and opened his eyes.

“Daddy?” he asked, his question followed by a yawn. He brought his fist up to his face and rubbed at his tired eyes. “You came back?”

“Of course I did,” Maxwell whispered, smoothing out Alistair’s black hair and pressing a kiss into his son’s forehead. “I’ll always come back for you Ali. I missed you.”

“I love you daddy.” Alistair sniffed, bringing his hand up to cup Maxwell’s face.

“I’m going to take you home, okay? Better sleeping in your own bed than in daddy’s office chair. Trust me, I know.” Maxwell said, remembering the ample amount of times he had fallen asleep at work, amidst an abundance of paperwork.

“Let me take Ali,” you whispered, nudging Maxwell and holding out your arms. “You should wake up Raquel and let her know you’re back.”

Maxwell nodded his head in agreement and handed you his son. Max was strong, but holding a six year old in his middle age did nothing for his bad back. When he passed you Alistair, part of him expected your shoulders to curl inwards or for you to struggle to lift him. Then he remembered you were an Amazon, and he smiled to himself upon seeing the way you cradled his son like he was as light as a feather. There was something so wonderful about seeing you hold Alistair like he was your own child. Ali looked at you with so much love. Just like his father, he’d only just met you, but he had put his whole trust in you - like his life depended on it.

“How was Greece?” Alistair asked you.

“Was good,” you smiled. “I brought you back a present.”

Alistair’s tired smile grew into an ecstatic grin. “A present?!”

“Yes,” you giggled, pinching his adorable little button nose. “But I’ll give you it tomorrow when you wake up. How does that sound?”

Alistair nodded his head and closed his eyes again, before nuzzling his head into your chest. “Thank you for being so kind to my daddy. He doesn’t realise it, but he’s been through a lot, and he deserves kindness.” Alistair hummed quietly, and you felt like your heart had melted right then and there. Before you could reply, Alistair had fallen back asleep in your arms.

It was that precise moment when you realised how important family was to you. It was that moment when you realised that maybe you wanted a family of your own.

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[theshiningg]

the boy who was conceited

part one to “the boy who learned how to love”

hogwarts au

angsty ooh

draco x slytherin!reader

warnings: depressed reader, tiny bit of pain, too much crying lol

word count: 2.7k

it was a cold and snowy winter. finishing up your finals before winter break starts was extremely difficult, with the added on stress from your parents and their feud with the malfoys. to clear your mind, you decide to go to the astronomy tower. you trudge up the stairs leading to the astronomy tower, heaving out cold breaths of air. your parents had sent you a howler at dinner, releasing their wrath about your on the edge outstanding. you quickly ripped up the howler, not wanting to hear the rest. your thoughts get interrupted as you see a silhouette of a boy. he glances over at you, face transforming from sadness into a grimace.

“what are you doing here, l/n.” he spits out, angry about your interruption. “well the tower is the schools, public. or did daddy buy it for you?” you spit out back. he scoffs and speaks again. “shut up.”

the both of you lean up against the railing of the tower, basking in the peace and silence. draco breaks the quiet, “pretty funny howler you got at dinner tonight, l/n.” you close your eyes and barely let out, “yeah, i guess.” he glances over at your stone expression. you let out a sigh, “i get one everyday. they tell me how big of a disappointment i am. sometimes i just want to walk into the lake and never come out.” his eyes open wide as he stares at you, “l/n-“ before he could speak, you interrupt him with a straight face. “it’s fine. just a joke. don’t worry about it.” you walk towards the stairs, “thanks for letting me stay here, malfoy.” he opens his mouth to speak but you were already halfway down the stairs.

the next morning, draco stared at you as you walked into breakfast, ten minutes before it ended. even as you sat down, you took one piece of toast, ate it and then left to god knows where. when it came to classes, you were the last one to arrive but the first to leave. to be honest, most of the time, you stayed at hagrid’s hut or walked the halls talking to random paintings.

one night, you walked around endlessly, disregarding the time and the curfew you had. as you turn the corner of the empty hall, you bump into someone’s chest. and that someone to be exact was cedric diggory.

“l/n? don’t you have rounds tomorrow?” he asks while looking down at you. you shake out of your daze, “i do. i accidentally stayed after curfew.” he softly laughs at you. “come on, i’ll walk you back.” you nod, softly smiling. the both you walk the cold halls, leaving you shivering in just your robe. cedric takes off his scarf and raps it around your neck. you open your mouth to reject it but he grabs your hand and the both of you walk to the dungeons in silence. reaching the dungeons, you get met by the smirking face of draco malfoy, “eager to get places, diggory and,” he leans over to look behind cedric, “l/n?”

“calm down malfoy,” cedric begins, “she just went to madam pomfrey.” draco’s eyes turn to look you up and down, “you’re not hurt. are you l/n?” you shake your head, “i’m fine.” turning to cedric, you thank him before walking into the common room, leaving the two boys.

after camping out in the common room for thirty minutes, you decide to sneak out again. exiting the room, you look around the corner to see if cedric or draco still lingered around. luckily, there was no sight of them.

you sneak up into the astronomy tower with nothing but your dress shirt and skirt on. you breath unveils itself in the chilled air. you stare out into the lake before finally breaking down. your cries become more desperate as you long for someone to tell you it’s okay and they echo off the hollow walls.

little did you know, draco was listening to everything. he hid behind the stair wall and listened to your distressed wails. your cries subsided after a good hour. wiping your tears, you walk down the stairs and back to your dorm, not noticing the blonde boy staring at you sympathetically from afar.

you walk into the great hall for breakfast looking like you haven’t slept in days. draco turns his attention towards you as you sit down and stare at the food emptily. your friends put food on your plate but you just give them a small smile and walk out. draco gets pissed off by your depressed behavior and runs after you. he grabs your wrist and pulls you back harshly, bumping into his chest.

“what the hell, malfoy!” you yell, surprised. “what do you mean, l/n! i know you haven’t slept and eaten is days!” he yells back.

“why do you care all of a sudden? you never did before but what made you change your mind?” you ask, desperately wanting an answer. he stutters, “i-i don’t know. i just feel worried about you.” you push his wrist away from yours and take a few steps away before turning around to look at the boy, “you don’t have to feel worried, i’m fine.” you begin to walk away once more when he pulls you back again, “y/n, what’s wrong?”

“i don’t know. i just cry and feel sad.” he looks at you sympathetically. you then whisper your next sentence, “my parents are pressuring me to become one of them. and honestly, it looks like i have no choice.” he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you. hesitantly, you wrap your arms around his waist and breathe in his musk. “i’m scared.” you push away from his chest, fix yourself up and give him a sad smile before finally walking away.

the next week was the week of the yule ball and for most of the week, you stayed isolated with occasional small talk. you would also avoid draco at all costs besides the fact that you would see him at malfoy manner for meetings. sitting by the lake, covered in all your winter gear, you read a book before getting interrupted by a cough. you look up to see cedric, giving him a small smile, you turn back to your book.

“uh, y/n.” he pauses as you look back up, “will you be my date to the yule ball?” you push your hair behind your ears and open your mouth to speak, “uhm, okay.” you answer, feeling bad if you reject the school’s golden boy. a little smile spreads across your face, not because cedric diggory asked you but that someone did. he kisses you on the cheek, “great, see you friday night.” after he leaves, the small smile on your face increases from a grin into a wide smile.

“what’s with the grin, l/n?” draco asks while smirking. your face transforms back into a small smile, you slowly speak to him as you look into his eyes. “cedric asked me to the ball.” his smirk falters and turns into a grimace. “really?” he questions, a little too angrily to be comfortable. “is something wrong?” you ask him. “no, it’s nothing.” he says before walking away in stomps.

for the remainder of the week, you hadn’t seen draco anywhere. it was thursday at dinner and you got sent a anonymous package. you look around the dinner table to find any pair of eyes staring at you, but you find none. not wanting to open the package just yet, you waited for dinner to end. as dinner progressed, your patience was running thin and you just left, running to your room. you enter your room, quickly lock the door and put the package on your bed. cautiously, you begin to open the packaging. to your surprise, you pulled out a black silk dress with a leg slit along with black heels. you find a note hidden away in the bottom of the box,

“y/n,

as difficult as life may be right now, you should enjoy the ball with cedric.

-your anonymous friend”

you think ‘who could’ve sent me this?’ shaking your head, you go to the library to finish up homework. on your way to the library, you see draco standing next to blaise and theodore. the both of you meet eyes but he gives you a not so friendly smile which makes you turn away and continue to the library.

finally, it was christmas eve and you had no classes for the day. awaking from your bed, you stare out through the dungeon window that showed little to no sunshine. it was a snowy day as the white snow appeared crisp but fluffy at the same time. exiting your room after getting ready, you feel a slight shiver but continue on your way. as the door to your common room closes, you see cedric waiting for you.

“hey.” he says as you look at him surprised, “did you wait long? i’m sorry, i woke up late today.” you worry. “it’s alright love, i barely just got here. come on, let’s go to breakfast. today, you’re gonna sit with me.” he replies, “but c-cedric, i don’t think i can.” you release a soft smile. “it’s alright, just here,” he pauses and takes his robe off, “put my robe on.” you comply and he helps you slide it on top of yours. the sleeves reached way past your hands and the robe down lower than your knees. you look up at him and he smiles while looking at you, “that’s actually adorable.”

you enter the great hall standing next to cedric but just as you’re about to sit next to him, draco pulls you out of the hall. “l/n! are you stupid? what would your parents think about you falling in love with a pathetic hufflepuff.” you scoff and pull your hand out of his, “they wouldn’t care because i’m not telling them.” you sternly reply, “looks like i’ll be the one telling them then.” he says as he runs away to the dungeons with you in pursuit. “draco! please! stop!” you yell desperately, trying to catch up to him. he runs his dorm room, locks the door and starts to write his note. “draco! draco! please!” you yell as you bang your fists on the door, “please.” tears cascade down your cheeks and in about five minutes, he comes back out after sending the letter with a smirk on his face. his smirk on his face decreases as he notices your red eyes and hurt expression. you walk down the stairs, defeatedly to give cedric his robe back and going to your dorm.

that night, your parents apparated to school. “y/n! what a disgrace.” your mother spit out, “and to think you were a l/n? you are to stay in your room this whole break only to come out at meal times. no library or hogsmeade which also means, no ball. especially with that blood traitor, diggory. i can’t believe we raised such a insolent child.” your father says as he and your mother disapparate away.

before going back to your dorm, you wait for cedric to show up. he finds you and has a worried expression on his face. “y/n, what’s wrong?” he asks. “i-i can’t go to the ball with you. please don’t ask why, just accept it for me. please.” you say as he responds, “i understand, y/n. whenever you’re ready, i’ll wait for you.”

finally walking back to the dorms, you enter your room. your eyes tear up as you look at the dress on your bed. you walk down the stairs to the common room to put daphne and pansy’s gifts under the tree when you get met by draco malfoy. you barely spare him a glance but before entering your room again, you speak, “tomorrow was the day i could finally let go of everything. the night i could just forget. but you had to take that away from me because of what,” tears fall once again, “cedric may be a blood traitor, but i would rather love him than someone who makes others miserable.”

the next day, you spent all day moping. pansy and daphne opened their gifts from you while you looked out through the window in your dorm. hugging your knees, you think to yourself before throwing on your shoes and running out of the common room and to the hufflepuff basement. you see a hufflepuff boy walk out from the common room and ask him if he could get cedric for you. he complies and cedric comes out. you take a deep breath, “wait for me tonight. by the stairs.” he widely smiles at you, “of course.” you smile back as he walks you back to your dorm room.

“why’d you change your mind all of a sudden?” he asks. “because i don’t care what my parents say, they can’t control my life.” you answer as you stand in front of the dorm. “so wait for me cedric.” he smiles, “i will.”

by the time it was the yule ball, pansy and daphne had already left for it so it was time for you to get ready. you did your hair nicely and out on some makeup before zipping up your dress, with a spell of course.

it was ten minutes before the ball began and you were rushing to get down to the hall. finally, you reached the stairs. other guys waited for their dates but turned their attention towards you as you took steps down the staircase, but the only person you were looking at was cedric. he looks up at you in awe and walks up the steps to accompany you down the stairs. you pay no attention to draco malfoy standing at the side and continue in arm to arm with cedric.

as the night progressed, you excused yourself from cedric to go to the bathroom. you walk down the empty hall before getting met by your parents again. you open your mouth in shock, “mum, dad.” they ignore you and speak, “didn’t we say no ball, y/n?” you shake your head, “how?” they interrupt you and grab your wrist, “doesn’t matter, but you’ll be coming with us tonight.”

you get apparated into malfoy manner. you look around the manor to see the faces of narcissa, lucius malfoy and bellatrix lestrange. “what am i doing here?” bellatrix smiles at you, “you’ll be getting your mark, dear.” you shake your no, quickly. “no. no, i can’t.” your father holds your arm down as bellatrix grabs her wand. “mum, please!” you yell out with tears blinding you. you let out a bloodcurdling scream as she begins to give you the mark.

laying on the floor of the manor, slow tears make their way down your face as you made no attempt to get up. the dark mark visible on your skin, your mother helps you stand up and apparates back to hogwarts with you. as you arrive back, you shake your arm out from her grip and run to the bathroom.

barely able to keep it in, you throw up into the toilet. you let out heavy breaths when you feel someone’s hand rubbing your back. you turn around and get met by the pale face of draco malfoy. you show him your arm, letting out small whimpers. he pulls you into his chest and whispers, “i know, i know,” as you mumble incoherent things into the vast air.

the both of you pull away from each other and you stare ahead as if you had no soul left in you. he wraps his coat around your body, letting his sleeves cover your ugly mark. he opens his mouth to speak but closes it in hesitation before opening it again, “y/n, i’m sorry. i was just,” he pauses, “jealous.” you slowly shift your eyes towards him, “i bought you the dress because i knew you needed one but, i thought you would leave cedric for me as soon as i confessed because i’m way better.” you squint your eyes at him and slightly open your lips to speak, “i hate you draco malfoy.” his eyes open in surprise. you stand up from the floor and walk through the door.

a/n: hi lol, my first harry potter post on this blog. thanks for enjoying it but also, i’m going to make this story into a two part series because i wanted to see if the first part was good. lol anyways, thanks.

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[believingispowerfulmagic]

“Comfort Food” Part XXIX: To Everything There is a Season

           Regina sat on the bed, cross-legged, as she stared at two pads of paper. Queen lay next to her, her head resting on one of Regina’s legs. Regina scratched behind her ear as she continued to consider the pages before her, waiting for Robin to come out of the shower so she could discuss them with him.

           She heard the water turn off and she looked to the door. It opened a few moments later and he stepped out, a towel wrapped around his waist. He used another towel to dry his hair as he entered the bedroom. Robin stopped by the bed, smiling at her. “Well, hello, lovely. When did you get home?”

           “Not long ago,” she replied, kissing him when he leaned down to her. She inhaled, breathing the familiar and comforting pine scent of his favorite soap.

           He kissed her again, humming as his hand went to the knot holding the towel around his waist. Robin gave her a coy grin. “Say the word and I can put Queen outside and lose this in seconds.”

           It was a tempting offer and Regina bit her lip as she considered it. She glanced at her lists before shaking her head. “Maybe later, but there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

           “Uh oh,” he groaned. “I should probably get changed then.”

           “It’s nothing bad but you should change,” she replied, admiring his toned chest. “I don’t want you distracting me.”

           He looked up from his drawer, a shirt in his hand. “What don’t you want to be distracted from?”

           “Names for our son,” she answered. “Emma’s in her third trimester, which means he’s going to be here soon. We need to call him something.”

           Robin pulled the shirt over his body before pulling on a pair of pants. He nodded. “Though it would be unusual to just list his name as Something.”

           She reached behind her and grabbed a pillow. In one fluid motion, she launched it at him and watched as it beaned him in the chest. “Jerk.”

           He laughed but held up his hands. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”

           “We need to be serious about this,” she told him. “This is the name he’s going to have the rest of his life. This is our first test as parents.”

           Robin climbed into bed next to her, kissing the side of her head. He then hugged her against him, rubbing her arm. “I think you’re putting too much pressure on yourself. You can’t stress yourself out, okay?”

           She sighed, knowing he was right and she was putting a lot of pressure on both of them when it came to the name. “I just don’t want to mess this up,” she replied.

           “I know,” he assured her. “We’ll find the right name. Just…don’t stress about it. Please.”

           “Okay, so I want something distinguished and you want something timeless,” she reminded him, her mind running through the options. “What about Edward?”

           Robin hummed, but she recognized the tone. Lifting her head, she frowned as she looked at him. “You don’t like it?”

           He shook his head. “It’s too stuffy.”

           “Yeah, I wasn’t completely sold on it,” she admitted, scrunching her nose. She picked up the longer list. “I’ll add it to our reject pile.”

           “I was thinking about Alexander today,” he said. “It’s definitely timeless and distinguished.”

           She nodded, writing it down on their other list. “Okay, so Alexander is a contender. What about Charles?”

           Robin shook his head. “He’ll probably be called ‘Chuck’ no matter what we decide.”

           “Good point,” she replied. “And I’m not a fan of Chuck. At all.”

           “Yeah. So, what about Theodore?”

           Regina made a face as the only thing she could imagine was a chipmunk in a green shirt. “No. And no to Simon and Alvin.”

           He raised an eyebrow, looking confused. “Uh…okay. I’ll keep that in mind.”

           She sighed as she looked at their lists, noting their rejected names outnumbered their possible names. Regina fell back against the bed with a groan. “We’re never going to find the right name for him.”

           “Hey, hey.” Robin laid down next to her, placing his hand over hers as she rested it on her stomach. “The right name is out there and we’ll find it. I promise you.”

           “I hope so,” she replied, moving closer to him. She tucked her head under his chin as she breathed in the scent of his soap, letting it calm her.

           They laid together, just enjoying each other before Queen wormed her way between them. She lay down, her head close to Regina’s, and closed her eyes. Robin scratched behind her ears and Regina cuddled their dog. She closed her eyes as well, perfectly content with Queen and Robin next to her. Once their son joined them, it would be perfect.

           If only he had a name…

*****

           Robin woke to the smell of coffee. He hummed as he lifted his head, realizing Regina was not in bed with him. Queen wasn’t there either and he could imagine their dog dancing around Regina’s feet, eager for her food. Chuckling, he decided to go down and help his wife with everything.

           Just as his feet hit the floor, the bedroom door open. He heard Queen’s tags jingle before she jumped onto the bed, lying down next to him. Robin scratched behind her ear as Regina approached the bed with a tray in her hands. She smiled as she held it out to him. “Happy Father’s Day, Robin.”

           He was about to protest that he wasn’t a father yet but remembered Regina had made the same argument when he surprised her with flowers and a gift on Mother’s Day last month. Robin had told her that even though their child wasn’t with them yet, she was still already a mother. So he knew she would tell him that he was already a father if he protested now.

           “Thank you,” he said, taking the tray from her. He sat cross-legged on the bed, resting the tray on his legs.

           She sat down next to him, pulling Queen toward her to not only pet her but keep the dog from eating his breakfast. Especially the bacon, though he tore a piece off and gave it to her. Regina gave him a look. “I already fed her.”

           “Bacon is better than kibble,” he replied, nibbling his own bacon.

           Regina grew sheepish, averting her eyes. “I meant I already fed her bacon.”

           “Softie,” he teased her before sipping his coffee. He held out a slice of bacon. “Did you feed yourself?”

           She shook her head, accepting the bacon. “I was going to eat while you showered.”

           “And leave you alone to eat?” he asked, frowning. “What kind of husband would I be if I did that?”

           “Not the one I’ve gotten used to,” she replied, smiling as she kept Queen from trying to eat her bacon. She nibbled on it and Her Majesty laid down on her lap, looking highly disappointed she didn’t get another helping of bacon.

           “Damn right.” Robin dipped a piece of toast into his egg, popping it into his mouth as he smiled at her.

           She chuckled, finishing up her bacon. “Well, I also have a gift for you downstairs too. So I guess you can open it while I eat breakfast.”

           “That sounds like a good plan,” he replied, leaning forward to kiss her. “Thank you for this, sweetheart.”

           “Just think. Next year, we’ll have our son with us,” she told him, her smile growing sweeter as she thought of their child.

           He paused, smiling as he nodded. Robin pictured her holding a squirming baby as they sat on the bed, him opening a present their son “gave” him for Father’s Day. He couldn’t wait for it to be a reality.

           “It’s going to be amazing,” he replied.

           She nodded. “I know.”

           He finished up his breakfast and picked up the tray. “Okay, come on. It’s time to feed the mom-to-be.”

           Regina laughed, standing up with him as Queen jumped off the bed. She took his hand and they went downstairs together, heading into the kitchen. When she tried to take the tray from him, he batted her hands away. “I’ve got this,” he told her.

           “It’s Father’s Day,” she replied, scowling at him. “You shouldn’t be doing anything.”

           He shook his head. “Nonsense. You eat, I’ll clean. Okay?”

           She relaxed, her scowl falling away as she nodded. “Can you also feed Queen? She’s only had the scraps of bacon we’ve given her.”

           “I can do that,” he assured her, heading to the sink. “You worry about eating.”

           “There’s also a gift for you to open too,” she reminded him, grabbing some eggs from the fridge.

           He glanced over at the table, seeing a wrapped box by his seat, and smiled. “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

           “And then we need to get ready and head to my parents,” she continued, clearly going through their to-do list as she made herself some eggs. He could see her growing agitated from nerves.

           After drying his hands, he wrapped his arms around her. “It’ll be fine, Regina. We have plenty of time.”

           She relaxed in his arms. “I know, I know. I just worry myself. Thanks for calming me down.”

           “Anytime, sweetheart,” he assured her, kissing the side of her head. He pulled away, walking over to grab Queen’s food to pour it into her bowl.

           Her Majesty crunched her food eagerly and Robin joined his wife at their table, watching as she ate her eggs. She pointed to the present with her fork. “Go ahead. Open it.”

           Robin tore at the wrapping paper, pulling it away from the brown box underneath it. He then opened it up, pulling out a thermos engraved to the Best Dad Ever. Though touched, he couldn’t help but tease her: “Don’t you think it’s a bit premature to declare that? He’s not even here yet.”

           She shook her head. “I know you’re going to be the Best Dad Ever.”

           “Second to Henry, of course,” he said, setting down the thermos.

           “Well,” she started before pausing. Smiling softly, she said: “Yes, I guess so. You and Daddy are the Best Dads Ever.”

           He smiled, reaching out to take her hand. “Thank you, sweetheart. I love it.”

           “I’m glad,” she said, standing up and picking up her dirty dishes. “Next year will probably involve little handprints. Just giving you the warning.”

           Robin leaned back, crossing his arms as his mind started to spin. “What if that was what I was going to get you for next Mother’s Day?”

           “Well, maybe you should focus on little footprints instead,” she suggested, crossing her arms as well as she smirked at him.

           “There are many things that involve little handprints,” he countered, “and your day is before my day.”

           She scowled and he knew he had her. Leaning forward, he reached out to her as he softened his tone. “Hey, it’s a year away. Who knows? We’ll probably find new things for our son to give us by then."

           “Yeah,” she agreed, her scowl softening into a small smile as she took his hand. “You’re right.”

           He squeezed her hand before standing. “I’m going to go take a shower. We don’t want to be late to your parents, right?”

           She stood, nodding. Leaning closer to him, she kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

           “I like spending time with your parents,” he replied. “I certainly lucked out in the in-law department. Sorry about yours.”

           “I love your grandparents and all your cousins. And your mother and I have a better relationship now,” she replied. “It’s just your father and we’re all fine pretending he doesn’t exist.”

           Robin nodded, kissing her forehead. “I’ll be down as soon as possible.”

           He left the kitchen and headed upstairs, gathering everything he would need for his shower. As he stood under the spraying warm water, he thought about the son that would soon enter his life. His own father hadn’t been much of a role model, especially now that Robin knew how much his father resented him. Grandpa Roland had certainly stepped up where his son had failed and Robin always looked up to him. Yet there was a difference between being a grandfather and a father and there was an entire ocean between the two of them.

Since meeting Regina, Robin had grown close with her father. He knew he was lucky to have such a good relationship with his father-in-law, to the point that he viewed Henry as more of a father than his own. Based on comments he had heard the older man say, he knew that Henry also viewed him as a son. As Robin and Regina approached parenthood, he was certain he would need to rely on Henry more and more. He couldn’t ask for a better guide as he entered fatherhood.

           Robin turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He hummed as he wrapped a towel around himself, heading into the room to get ready to head out to his in-laws. It was going to be a great day, he just knew it.

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[peakyblinders1919]

Nightmares

Because there’s been a lot of talk about Dad!Michael and especially because @danceyreagan just wrote cute head canons for him I wanna share some more I’ve been holding onto. I recommend reading He’s My Son Too, first, although it’s one of my earlier works and kinda sucks it’s all totally part of my HC so...

You were sleeping peacefully; Michael’s arms protectively around your waist, his head placed just above yours, your hand under the pillow. You didn’t move when you slept, meaning you liked being able to feel warm in his arms, him snoring lightly into your hair. You had both fallen asleep rather fast as you’d been up a couple days without much sleep working on the latest project for the company. It was miraculous that you were getting sleep, and neither of you knew when you’d be able to get another decent night’s sleep again. You were in such a deep sleep, having a dream you’d most likely forget and snoring lightly yourself when suddenly the plant you were watering spoke. ‘Mama…” it said, again and again until you realized it was your sons voice and you were being shaken. You were pulled from the dream as your eyes opened and you saw Teddy’s little face before you, standing in his pajama’s with a tear stained face, but he wasn’t crying anymore.

You struggled to sit up, Michael’s grip automatically becoming tighter in his sleep as you tried to get out of it. You freed yourself without waking him, planting your feet on the floor and taking Teddy’s face in your hands, smoothing back his hair that was matted with sweat.

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

“I had the nightmare again.” He said, and you watched him, ready to burst into tears once more.

“Shhh… it’s ok, it was just a dream.” You said as you brought him into your chest and hugged him. It wasn’t the first time Teddy had had the nightmare, which wasn’t really a nightmare at all but a memory.

He was quiet as he laid buried in your embrace and you stroked his hair, staring blankly out the window and remembering the time you came home to find your son had been kidnapped.

He pulled away, looking up at your glassy eyes, bringing you back to the present. “What if they try it again?” He said, and you felt Michael move next to you. You turned to see him still asleep, and then decided if one of you could sleep, then he might as well get as much as possible. You picked Teddy up and began carrying him into the hallway, closing the door lightly. You looked into your boy’s beautiful green eyes, definitely Michael’s, as you walked down the dark hallway.

“Teddy, I promise no one is ever going to take you away from me and Daddy and your sister. Ever.”

“But how do you know?”

“I know because we wouldn’t let it happen. We’re gonna keep you safe. There’s nothing to worry about.” You said, pressing your lips to his forehead. You wished he didn’t have to be scared of such things, but you knew from the moment you began working with the Shelby’s, the moment you met Michael and had fallen in love with him, that this would be your future. Constant danger.

“But...but then why did Daddy let it happen before?” Everything stopped; your heart, your breathe, your feet from carrying you any further. You looked at his stone cold face waiting for a real answer.

“It was an accident sweetheart, he didn't mean to. It wasn't his fault.” He didn't say anything in response, just rested his head on your shoulder, probably thinking about the kidnapping again.

You looked back down at your son as you were almost at his room. Yo shifted him on your hip, sighing. “You’re getting too big for Mama to carry.” He just laughed a little as you walked over and set him down on his bed, tucking him in. You leaned down, kissing his forehead.

“You’re father and I love you too much to let anyone take you from us. You’re safe ok? No one’s going to hurt you.”

“But…but…what if you and Daddy’s aren’t always there?”

“You know what Daddy and I do, right?” He nodded, and you waited anxiously to hear what he was about to say.

“You’re the bosses of the big company.” You hadn’t realized you were holding your breathe until you let it go only after hearing his response.

“Right, which means Daddy and I are very powerful, and we know a lot of people. Even if we’re not with you, you’re with people we trust, like Nanny, or Tommy, and they’ll keep you safe too. Ok?” A little smile spread across his face and he nodded, causing you to give him another kiss. You walked back towards the door when his voice rang out.

“Wait! Can…can you stay? What if they come back to get me in my dreams?”

“As long as you live, I’ll be there to protect you. And Daddy. But I’ll stay here until you fall asleep just to make sure, ok?” He nodded and you crawled into bed with him, wrapping your arms around him similar to how Michael holds you. You held him close so he knew he was safe, and stroked his hair as he finally closed his eyes. He drifted to sleep as did you before you could head back to your own room.

8 o'clock. She was right on time. The weekend routine in the Gray household was the following: Ella running into yours and Michael’s bedroom and waking you two up by jumping on the bed. Eventually Teddy would join and you'd all sit around until someone complained they were hungry, breakfast would be made and then, if the kids were lucky, it’d be eaten in bed.

Ella came pounding into the room with her little feet, struggling to crawl up onto the bed, which was easy because you weren't there. She planted her feet firmly on the edge, swung her arms big and jumped towards Michael, startling him awake when she landed right on his stomach. He grunted as she giggled and he tried to sit up.

“Ahh, one of these mornings you're gonna kill my, you know that little girl?” He said, trying to sit up painfully. She just laughed and laughed, watching him struggle.

“Shh… don't wake Mama.” He said, eyes still half closed as she sat on his stomach.

“It's ok, she's not here.” Ella’s words made him look over, to find that her little, high pitched words were true.

“Where is she?”

“I don't know.��

“Well let's go find her, yeah? And your brother.” He said, rolling over and getting up. He pulled on a shirt then leaned down to swing her through the air and into his arms. He walked towards Teddy’s room first, stopping in the doorway when Ella squealed, having found them both. Michael stood in the doorway looking at you in awe. Curled up like a puppet, smushed into the little bed with Teddy, hair a mess and lightly snoring, he still found you as beautiful as ever. Ella started to squirm and Michael let her go, running to tug on Teddy’s clothes.

“Teddy, Teddy, wake up!” She said, causing him to flail his arm and hit her in his groggy state.

“Go away Ella.”

“Daddy!” She whined, turning to look at Michael, trying to make him discipline Teddy and get him to act the way she wanted. That's when Teddy moved more, without disrupting you, and saw his Dad too.

“Morning bud. What happened last night?”  Teddy rubbed his eyes before jumping down, you still fast asleep curled up in his little bed. He walked over to Michael, who ruffled his hair and kissed him on the head.

“I had a nightmare and Mama came to stay with me.” He yawned, looking up at his Dad. Michael then crouched down to meet his eye, tugging on Teddy’s pajamas.

“The same one?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I'm sorry bud. When did you start having them again- Ella, get away from your Mother, she's trying to sleep!” He shouted a little too loudly, having caught her crawl into her brother’s bed and caress your face with her soft little fingers. She pulled back quickly at Michael's shouts, Teddy just standing there, when you slowly opened your eyes, disoriented.

“Sorry love.” Michael said, standing up straighter and looking at you. You stretched your arms above you before trying to stand, your body going stiff.

“Morning mama!” Ella squealed, not really remembering or caring that you were now awake because of her. You pulled her close and peppered her whole face with kisses, making her laugh.

Meanwhile, Michael crouched back over, his hands on Teddy’s shoulders, telling him he has nothing to worry about and it would never happen again. You got up when it was over, taking Ella’s hand and leading her to the boys.

“Who's hungry?” You asked and they both cheered, pushing each other to be the first out the door and then racing down the halls.

“So, how'd you sleep?” Michael joked as you walked into his open arms. You wrapped your hands around his torso, looking up at him and giving him a quick kiss.

“Oh, great.” You said sarcastically.

“I didn't know he was having that dream again.”

“Neither did I.” You agreed, telling Michael how Teddy came into your room late last night.

“You could have woken me too.”

You shrugged. “I figured if one of us could sleep, we should. You were passed out Michael, plus he asked for me so…” you watched his face then, knowing exactly what was running through his head.

“Michael…”

“He resents me for it, doesn't he?”

“Michael, he’s 6 he doesn't know what ‘resent’ even means. But if you think he blames you, he doesn't. He loves you Michael, your a great dad.” He sighed, planting a comforting kiss on your forehead for your kind words.

“I'm never gonna be able to forgive myself for that day. It was the worst day of my life.”

“I know Michael, but I forgave you, Theodore forgives you too, and in time maybe you can forgive yourself. It technically wasn’t all your fault. And you brought him back to us, so everything's fine. It's a thing of the past, ok? But maybe we should get downstairs, I don't want my babies left alone for too long.”

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AU Tuesday: Flower Shop

Here’s a thing for AU Tuesday! I did a thing! Yay!

“I’m telling you, he wants something.”

“Yes Lettie. Flowers. This is a flower shop after all.” Gwendolyn tied the bouquet efficiently, laying it gently on the counter to rest. “He’s a good customer, so try not to be rude and chase him away.”

“A rich boy doesn’t come to a florist’s himself; he makes and order online and forgets about it.” Scarlet amused herself twirling a rose, hopping onto the nearest stool. “He especially doesn’t come once a week for flowers.”

“His mother. Girlfriend’s birthday. Apology present. Sister’s wedding present. His mother. He has plenty of reasons to shop for flowers.” Gwendolyn didn’t bother to hide her amusement; Scarlet would know she wasn’t annoyed anyway. “Don’t judge Lettie. After all, you hang around a florist’s and don’t even buy anything.”

“Only because my best friend let herself get roped into working all summer. Who is going to be my wing-man if you’re always here?”

“I’m sure you can land a date just fine without my help,” Gwendolyn laughed at the look on Scarlet’s face, leaning slightly against the counter. “How’s it going with the girl from your math class? I thought you were going out with her this weekend.”

“She hasn’t texted me back about it, so who knows?” Scarlet shrugged,  not bothered by the idea of being stood up or rejected. It was just a part of dating to get past. She would just move onto the next interesting person who caught her eye if things didn’t go well.

Gwendolyn envied Scarlet’s easy approach to dating when it came down to it. It seemed so much better than worrying all the time.

“Well, I’m out of commission for now, unless you somehow drag my sister back home from her boyfriend’s place.”

“Sugar daddy,” Scarlet corrected immediately. “Your sister has a sugar daddy, not a boyfriend.”

“Lettie...”

“Alright, alright, I’ll drop it. Oh look, your stalker’s here.”

“He is not... welcome!” Gwendolyn smiled, looking over as the door chimed. “Did you need help looking today Theodore, or do you know what you need?”

“I... ah.” Theodore caught sight of Scarlet sitting there, obviously listening in, and immediately clammed up, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“She was just leaving.” Gwendolyn reassured him, fixing a glare at Scarlet until the other girl sighed, hopping off her stool.

“I’m dragging you out of here on Friday!” Scarlet picked out a wilting sunflower on her way out, waving cheerfully.

“Shouldn’t she...”

“She’s got a tab.” Gwendolyn waved off the concern. Scarlet never paid for flowers, not unless they were for someone else. “Don’t worry about it; trust me, you’ll be better off.”

Theodore didn’t look convinced, so Gwendolyn waved him over, her eyes narrowing in concern. He had been a regular at the shop for months now, and she’d never seen him acting like this, even in his worst times. “What’s wrong? Is everything alright with your family?”

Considering how they’d never met, Gwendolyn was quite fond of his family. She’d heard enough from Theodore to like them, and the fond messages and little gifts she had received from his mother had been very kind... and his mother’s undying desire for lilies was always appreciated.

“Huh? No, everyone’s fine. Why?”

“You seemed upset and I thought... never mind.” Theodore was a boy. Boys were weird. It was just an acceptable thing that Theodore would also be weird. “What can I do for you today Theodore?”

“I need a bouquet... for Victoria.”

The girlfriend. Gwendolyn referenced her mental notes, reaching for an order sheet absently. “Red roses again? Or is it a special occasion?”

“No, I need... you know flower meanings.”

It wasn’t a question, but Gwendolyn answered anyway. “...Yes...”

“How do I say ‘we’re over because you’re a lying, cheating-”

“Okay!” Gwendolyn cut him off with a swift wave of her hand, a sheepish smile replacing the professional one. “I got it. Really. Say no more. Please.”

“...Right. So, uh...”

Gwendolyn sighed, stretching her arms in front of her. “Okay... so, crazy question. Why are you buying flowers for a girl who cheated on you?”

“My dad says you have to end things civilly; flowers seemed suitable. But my mother would insist on something personal and less...” Theodore struggled to find the word, tossing a hand in the air carelessly as if it didn’t matter.

“Less civil?” Gwendolyn supplied, quickly going through the shop’s inventory in her head. “Okay, I think I can help, but it’s not going to be cheap.”

The smirk on his face, so self-satisfied and proud, was frightening to consider. “That won’t be a problem.”

“Alright... so, this is butterfly weed; it means ‘leave me’, so there’s that.” Gwendolyn darted through the store, not once having to think of where she was going. She didn’t even notice how closely she was being watched as she moved. “Yellow carnations for rejection and disdain... orange lilies for hatred and more disdain. And some red garden anemone... let’s just say they aren’t the nicest meaning flowers and leave it at that.”

The finished pile of flowers ended up on the counter, Theodore examining them closely. He picked up a few, set them down... and frowned to himself. “They’re... pretty?”

“Yes... they’re nice enough for a gift, and have more than enough of a personal meaning to feel good about.” Gwendolyn relaxed enough to grin, leaning over the counter towards Theodore. “And they'll be a stunning reminder of how dumb she was to lose you.”

Theodore hesitated before he grinned back, lifting a nearby daffodil absently. “Is that your new sales technique? Flattery?”

Oh, that smile is dangerous. “I don’t deal in flattery. Just the truth.” Sensing the sale, Gwendolyn tied the flowers together, keeping her eyes down. “It is the truth you know. You’d have to be an idiot to turn down a guy like you.”

“...You barely know me.”

“I know you buy your mom her favorite flowers all the time, and your sister gets flowers when she needs a pick-me-up. And you go out of your way to do it in person every week instead of just ordering them online.” Gwendolyn scribbled the order down for their records quickly, glancing up at Theodore as he watched silently. “You’re a good guy Theodore. Don’t let this get you down, okay?”

For what seemed like forever, Gwendolyn kept eye contact with Theodore, both of them slipping into a comfortable silence. Finally, she broke the spell they were under, clearing her throat loudly. “The bill.”

“Right.” Theodore reached for his wallet carelessly, pulling out the first card in the pile. “How much do I owe you?”

“Let’s say... fifty bucks.”

“That’s cheaper than I expected. Especially after you said it wouldn’t be cheap.” Theodore’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, eyeing the bouquet as if it was about to burst into flames.

“We’ll call it the dejected boy discount.” Gwendolyn took and swiped his card quickly, offering him the pad to sign before he could think too hard about it. “Only available for a one time use, at the cashier’s discretion.”

Gwendolyn offered Theodore a bright grin, tucking her hair behind her ear absently. “So no more sob stories in here or you’ll end up having to pay full price for fancy meaningful bouquets.”

Theodore stared for a moment until his own smile grew, picking up the bouquet he’d just paid for. “They’re worth it. ..Thanks. For the help.”

“Any time.” Gwendolyn leaned against the counter, waving as Theodore walked towards the door. She blinked owlishly when he suddenly turned, one hand keeping the door open.

“I’ll see you next week?” Theodore waited for the answer, watching the girl behind the counter closely.

“I’ll be here.” He seemed content with that answer, nodding silently before he slipped out the store, the door chiming with his exit.

Finally alone, Gwendolyn allowed herself to take a break, sneaking into the backroom for a quick snack. She’d wonder about this conversation with Theodore later, probably obsessively and embarrassingly so, but for now, she’d allow herself just to enjoy the memory of the comfortable silence they’d shared.

#AU Tuesday #au: flower shop #my OCs in AUs

[askaftertech]

AfterTech

Chapter 16- Not-So-Secret Admirer

Dream wrings his hands nervously, “Oh! Hacker! Red! Where were you? Geno told us not to take Hacker out of the house today! Why did you disobey? Geno's gonna be so mad!”

Red's voice is hollow, “Geno's already mad.”

“What?!” Dream screeches, “Don't tell me he caught you in the act?! Fresh has been especially bad today!”

Red puts his hands on Dream's shoulders with blank eye sockets, “Dream… If I don't make it through tonight, tell Stretch I love him… And give my collar back to Boss.”

Hacker looks at his feet. Did I do something wrong? I mean, I did have to stay with Red, right? I could not just stay here alone… Hacker gets lost in his own little world just sitting on the couch waiting for the others to get home... and for Geno to scold Red.

Red plops onto the other end of the couch, looking like death. Dream flops into an armchair, nervous for the other monsters' sake. Several agonizing minutes pass in silence. Dream shifts a little in his chair. The silence drags on again. No one makes a sound as they await their doom. Hours tick by. The doorbell makes all three skeletons jump.

Hacker answers the door; he freezes at what he sees. A bear!? A living bear! Staying calm, he asks the bear in a friendly tone, “How can I help you?” A small smile creeps over his face as he temporarily forgets the doom that lingers near.

The bear boy looks up at Hacker, eyes sparkling, “You got a note! And some flowers! I think they're roses, cuz mommy used to get some from daddy, and they were roses, and these look kinda like those! Isn't it exciting? Someone must like you!” He holds out the bundle of roses and a piece of slightly crumpled paper, “Sorry about the note, I was a bit excited.” He stands there, beaming at Hacker, waiting.

“Aww, well thank you, little one!” Hacker coos, “I will put them in water right away. And the letter is okay, no harm done. Thank you for bringing them to me. Do you need anything in return?”

“Nope! I got paid to bring them to you! He's real nice, giving me this job! I thought for sure he'd give it to someone older, but I bet he remembered that I needed the money! Oh, anyway! I need to get home- can't leave sis alone! Have a nice day!” The small bear runs off, calling back over his shoulder, “I'm Theodore by the way! BYE!”

“Bye now!” Hacker waves, “Thanks again!”

Ink passes Theodore on his way to Libra HQ. Upon arriving, he sees Hacker with a bouquet of roses and Dream and Red looking like the world has ended. “Uhh… What happened?” Ink asks no one in particular.

Hacker answers first, “Well, Red took me outside the house, and Geno caught us… and I can’t get these flowers in this vase…!”

“Ohhhh boy…” Ink is now worried too. He walks over to Hacker and helps him arrange the roses in a tasteful fashion, “They say flowers live longer if you put them in sugar water.” Task completed, he sighs and turns to Dream, “Well… So much for keeping Geno happy, huh?”

Dream flinches and hangs his head, “I should've taken him with me… Geno's gonna be so mad…”

Hacker looks at him, “You did nothing wrong, Dream. You were called into work… and I should have stayed home, but I did not know which rule to follow. I was told not to be alone, so I followed Red. If anything, Red and I are the ones up a creek without a paddle.”

Dream pulls his legs up into the fetal position, “But… It was my job to watch you, too… And I should've known not to leave you with Red.”

“Hey!” Red's head snaps up, fangs bared, “What's that supposed to mean?!”

Ink steps in between them, ignoring Red to put a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder, “It's okay, Dream. I won't let Geno yell at you, okay?” Dream sniffles in reply.

G comes through the door shortly afterwards. He takes a quick glance around at everyone's distraught faces, quirks an eyebrow, and slinks to his room with a low hum of understanding, “I take it we're hiding from Geno tonight… Got it.”

Error and Blue come home together, as usual. Blue misses the dreadful atmosphere entirely and bounds over to the bouquet, “Ooooooh! Flowers! Somebody got flowers? And red roses, too! They symbolize love and passion! How romantic!”

Hacker’s eyes go wide, “What?! I... I had no idea what they meant... Oh no, I also got a note with them… Maybe I should not read this…”

“They were sent to you, Hacker?!” Blue gasps, “But you've only been here a few days! Who could-?” Without asking permission, he picks the letter up off of the counter, “You didn't even read the note yet? You have to read the note!” He opens the slightly crumpled letter, “Here, I'll read it aloud.” The front door opens as Blue takes a deep breath:

“Dear Hacker

I am writing to inform you that Theodore will be bringing you letters from myself every once in a while. You are simply too wonderful to resist. I simply could not stand to only speak to you one time in a bar and grill. I hope you enjoy the roses- I picked them from the manor's gardens myself.

I hope to see you again soon,

Lord Francisco Pierre”

Hacker drops the vase at at the name, “Oh... I need a broom and a mop… I'm going to go get them…”

Geno's face spells death for one cocky peacock monster. The rest of the team is dead silent as Blue bounces excitedly, “You got red roses from the richest monster in the Hub?! Hacker, eeeeeeeee!” With a fanboy squeal, Blue tackles Hacker in a hug.

Hacker hides his face from Geno. If he had a stomach, it would be doing flips, Seeing Geno’s face, he feels even worse. And the hug isn’t helping. This night keeps getting worse! I think I sleep on the couch or in my corner tonight…

Error takes one look at Geno and decides to save his boyfriend's life, “Uhh… Blue…? Maybe you should uh… Come to the room with me… Now.”

“Hmm?” Blue looks up from squeezing Hacker. Error nods towards Geno. When Blue sees Geno's face, he lets go of Hacker and hastily ducks into his room without another word. Error follows shortly.

Geno stays frozen. “Hacker, did you get cut?” Keeping his voice even is a legitimate effort.

Hacker does not answer, he just continues to clean his mess

“Hacker… Answer me please,” Geno's voice is turning dangerous, “Did you get hurt?”

Hacker stays quiet and keeps his head low, picking up the pieces until the job is done, and then sitting on the couch next to Red.

As Hacker slinks past, Geno gets a slight whiff of bone marrow. He is hurt… Geno squeezes his eye socket shut and takes a steadying breath, forcing himself to calm down. His eyelight comes back, and he follows Hacker into the living room. Dream starts to shake; Ink steps in front of him protectively. But Geno turns to Hacker instead, kneeling in front of him. “You did get hurt,” Geno puts his hands out demandingly, “Let me see.”

Hacker just looks at Geno with a blank stare. He gives the Team Leader his hand, but says nothing.

Geno heals the shallow cuts easily, but keeps a hold on Hacker's hands, “You don't need to be afraid. You're not in trouble.” He squeezes reassuringly, “I should have been more clear in my instructions. For future reference… Don't listen to everything Red says anymore, okay?” He drops Hacker's hands and stands.

Hacker looks at his feet, the realization slowly sinking in- the notes and gifts were going to keep coming; it was going to get worse… And knowing someone is infatuated with him means he will always feel like he’s being watched. Oh, the sinking feeling... Yup, I am sleeping on the couch...

Dream finally cracks, “I'm sorry, Geno! I never should have left Hacker alone with Red! I should've taken him to court with me! I could've stopped all of this!” He breaks off, sobbing.

Geno turns towards the shivering skeleton in the armchair. Ink steps forward, mouth open to say something, but relaxes and stands down when he sees Geno's face. Geno sighs, “Calm down, Dream. It's not your fault, either. You couldn't have known… Of course you would expect a teammate to obey a direct order from your Team Leader. Speaking of which-” He whips around to Red, threats dripping from his words, “You. Outside. NOW.” Red practically leaps off the couch and darts out the door. Geno storms after him.

Hacker just sits there on the couch, What am I going to do? That bear will be back tomorrow, and I can’t say no to him... Do I tell Geno? Hacker can slightly hear the yelling through the outer wall. No, I'm not going to tell... I just have to get rid of them as he brings them.  Hacker, too tired to move from being forced to work and the stress of it all, dozes off where he sits.

Red slinks back in hours later and ducks into his room without a word. Geno comes in shortly after, looking drained. A tired smile creeps across his face upon seeing Hacker's sleeping form. He gently scoops up the sleeping skeleton and carries him up to the third floor. Geno carefully tucks Hacker into bed and stands over him for a minute. “Why do you always get into trouble, huh?” he asks under his breath. “You're like a child still.”

He strokes Hacker's temple, “I gotta always be looking out for you. Like I'm your mom or something.” He snorts a small laugh at the thought, “Guess that wouldn't be so bad… Dunno how good I'd be as a parent, but… I can sure try… For your sake.”

(Theodore belongs to and written by @/error-tooradforgenosans)

#aftertech #atf #fic #illustrated #hacker sans #geno sans #writing

[buckybarnesappreciationsociety]

Izzy Rebels - You’re Not My Dad

Summary: Teenager (noun) a male or female between the ages of 13 and 19.  Bucky and his wife defines teenager as a venom spewing, head spinning  young lady named Isabella Marie Barnes!

When a situation arises at home, Bella lashes out at her parents and brother, Steven.

Bucky and Jillian are taken aback by this sudden change in Bella’s attitude.  The incident that ensues afterwards rocks the Barnes family

Words: 1,549

Warnings: Swearing and angst

Characters: Bucky x Reader, OFC Isabella Marie and Steven Barnes, Tony, Steve, Nat, Wanda and Detective Theodore Scarborough

You were sure if rebellious teen were in the dictionary, Isabella Marie Barnes’ picture would next to it.  At 14 years old, Bella’s favorite sayings are: “I’m not a baby anymore; I wanna hang out with my friends; You just don’t understand; I hate you; Get away from me, ya little pest. Dad, come get your son!”

What happens next will shake Bucky and his family beyond belief. How will they deal with the potentially dangerous situation?

EARTHQUAKE BELLA HITS STARK TOWER; 9.5 ON THE RICHTER SCALE

“Mom, Dad are we ever gonna move out of this place?” Bella deadpanned.

Jillian stopped chewing and looked at her serious teenage daughter, “Sweetie, we’ve already had this talk. Stark Tower is our home. I thought you liked living here?”

Rolling her eyes, “It feels like jail. Why can’t we live in a normal house like other kids. My friends don’t wanna come visit because of..,” she drifts into silence.

Steven continued to eat, eyeing his sister’s back and forth volley with their parents.

Bucky interjects, “Sugar Plum, I-” She cuts him off, “Please don’t call me that. I’m not a little kid anymore!”

Tossing her napkin harshly on the table, Jillian snapped, “Isabella Marie Barnes, don’t you ever raise your voice again to either me or your father. As a matter of fact, you need to tone down your attitude young lady!!”

Tossing her fork on the table, Bella spews venom, “MY FATHER? MY FATHER? YOU’RE KIDDING RIGHT? OH DID YOU THINK I WOULDN’T FIND OUT? HE ADOPTED ME BECAUSE YOU RAN MY REAL DAD AWAY! AND I KNOW WHY WE’RE LOCKED UP IN THIS PRISON. HE USED TO BE THE WINTER SOLDIER!”

Having heard enough, Bucky spoke, “That’s enough Isabella Marie Barnes! Don’t you ever raise your voice like that to your mother! Now yes I have a past but that’s just what it is PAST! You’re here at Stark Tower because I love you, Steven and your mother. My world would crumble without the 3 of you.” He’d never taken a harsh tone with Bella and it stung.

Calmly, Jillian stood up from the table. But before walking away, she looked over at Bella and said, “No Isabella, I didn’t run your biological father away; he chose to leave before you were born. James has been nothing but loving to you from the first meeting. I’m sorry you feel this way.”

Steven snickered and Bella shoved him out of his chair onto the floor.

Bucky couldn’t take anymore. “Stop pushing your brother! I don’t know what’s gotten into you young lady, but it needs to stop here and now”!

Bella forcefully stood up, knocking her chair backwards. “I HATE ALL OF YOU. I WISH I COULD GO LIVE WITH MY GRANDPARENTS. YOU NEVER LET ME DO ANYTHING! YOU KNOW WHY MY FRIENDS WON’T COME OVER? BECAUSE OF HIM AND STUPID HYDRA! OH AND BECAUSE THIS LITTLE PIPSQUEAK THINKS YOUR DUMB ‘OL MEDAL ARM IS COOL, I DON’T!”

With tears pooling in his eyes, Bucky reprimanded Bella. “GO TO YOUR ROOM YOUNG LADY RIGHT NOW!”

Bella huffed and stomped into her room, slamming and locking the door.

Steven stood in front of his dad dumbfounded. “Daddy, is Bella alright? Why is she so mean? Is she gonna move out?”

Trying to give his concerned son a reassuring smile, “No son, that’s not gonna happen. She’s just upset. I’ll give her time to cool off. Uh, grab a couple of cookies and go to your room. We’ll be in to check on you later.”

Before going into the kitchen and raiding the cookie jar, Steven threw his arms around Bucky and whispered in his ear, “Daddy, I love you so much. You’re not the stupid Winter Soldier, you’re the coolest dad ever. And your metal arm is awesome.” He placed a kiss on Bucky’s cheek.

That small gesture was all it took for the deluge of tears Bucky attempted to hold back from his blue-gray orbs.

AFTERSHOCKS

Trying to hide his hurt from Steven, the disheartned super soldier hastily went to his bedroom. He saw Jillian sitting at her desk, eyes rimmed red from crying, thumbing through their family album. The memory book was chock-full of pictures, drawings, cards and other momentoes from she and Bucky’s first meeting. Her heart splintered at the thought of how Bella has changed.

Bucky laid his hand on her shoulders. Without looking up, Jillian spoke of Bella’s grandparents. “James, I’ve never spoke about about Bella’s so-called grandparents, Rodney’s folks. Apparently, they decided to reach out to her after discovering where she lived and with whom. In all of her 14 years, they NEVER once gave her a Christmas gift, birthday card or anything. They’re just two opportunists who view Bella as an ATM.”  Bucky understood why Jillian didn’t talk about them. He said “those leeches ain’t worth discussing.”

Bella’s disparaging outburst sliced Bucky down to the bone. “I’ve been tortured for 70 years, killed and brought back over and over again. But no amount of pain inflicted by HYDRA hurts as much as this”

Jillian stood and wrapped her arms around her husband’s waist. In that moment, the only sounds heard were them sobbing. They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for what seemed like forever, with the knife slashing words of their daughter echoing in their minds.

BELLA DEVISES AN ESCAPE PLAN

The disgruntled teen waited until midnight to put her plan in motion. She threw some clothes in her backpack, tucked her wallet in the zipper, and headed towards the door, pulling her gray hoodie on her head. Before she left, Bella took one last look at her room. She grabbed a family picture from the frame and shoved it

in the pocket of her stone-washed jeans.

Bella was quite cunning or so she thought! F.R.I.D.A.Y. detected her leaving the Tower and alerted Bucky and Jillian. By the time they got downstairs, she was out of sight.

CALLING IN THE CAVALRY

Frantic and breathing heavy, Bucky alerted everyone of Bella’s disappearance. Jillian was beside herself with worry. Thank goodness Wanda took Steven to her room. Tony scanned the inside and outside cameras. He noticed Bella flagged down a taxi.

Gently laying his hand on Bucky’s shoulder, Steve spoke, “Bucky, we’ll find her.”

Shaking his head fiercely, Bucky said, “It’s all my fault Stevie. If I never gotten involved with Jillian she’d be safe.”

Rounding the corner, Jillian couldn’t believe what she heard. With a shaky voice Jillian scolded her husband.

”James Buchanan Barnes! How dare you say something so cruel! Don’t you get it? We love you and we’re here because of our bond. YOU are my husband dammit; don’t you dare start with that ‘what if’ bullshit!”

Tony, Nat, Steve and Bucky froze in their tracks. They’d never seen Jillian so furious. When Bucky tried to hold her, Jillian backed away. “James, is that how you really feel?” Pain dripped from every syllable.

“No doll, it’s not.” Bucky’s voice wasn’t above a whisper. “I’m scared baby. That’s my little girl out there.”

Giving her fretting husband a loving glance, “I know sweetheart, so am I. This could’ve happened whether we were together or not. I’m going to check on Steven.”

Bucky hung his head, “She and those kids are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I can’t lose them; I won’t lose them!”

THE PHONE CALL

Bucky’s phone buzzed and he answered almost of the breath. “Bella is that you?”

The person on the other end inquired, “Are you Mr. James Barnes?”

Expecting the worst, Bucky stuttered, “Y-yes I’m J-James Barnes.”

“Sir, this is Detective Theodore Scarborough, La Guardia Airport Security. We have Isabella Barnes in our office.”

Almost passing out, Steve grabbed the phone and continued the conversation, while Nat and Tony tended to Bucky.

“This is Steve Rogers. Isabella is my goddaughter. You’ve found her?”

“Oh yes, Mr. Rogers, Detective Scarborough. As I as telling Mr. Barnes, his daughter is here in our office. She tried to purchase a plane ticket. When asked about her parents, Miss Barnes tried to run off. One of our female undercover agents stopped her.”

“Thank you Detective Scarborough. Her mother and father will be there ASAP.” Steve motioned to Bucky.

“Good come to the Security Office located on the basement level. We’ll be waiting. Good-bye.”

Isabella was visibly shaken. Reaching in her jean pocket, the scared teen looked at her family picture. “I’m so sorry Mom and Dad. I’m so so sorry.”

Detective Scarborough knew she was just a frightened teenager, angry at her parents about life in general. He’s seen a lot of runaways picked up by parihas and sold into prostitution. Isabella Marie Barnes had a guardian angel.

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[usuallyrics-blog]

Summertime (Remix)

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Summertime (Remix)

[Ghostface Killah – talking] Yeah .. uh huh What up girl, yeah I hear all that That’s real nice and all that It’s been, it been good though Cause it’s been a year It been real good Cause it been so good In the summertime all over again Tell me somethin

[Beyonce] Out of all the guys that approach me Walking up to me like they know me You were the one that stayed aside Waited a while and took your time You don’t know how impressing Your curiousity was to me It was the fourth day of July Looked in my eyes and saw that I

[Break – Beyonce – w/ ad libs] I wanted more than just a man (man) I needed a friend (I want a friend) Someone I can talk to Someone who’ll really listen When you touched my hand The sun got brighter then Trusting you I close my eyes And felt our love begin

[Chorus – Beyonce] It was the summertime (when we fell in love) It was the summertime (when heaven shined on us) It was the summertime (baby there is nothing like the) Summertime, summertime

[Beyonce] Now it’s been a year and we’re closer Fall in love again when I hold ya I know that God set you aside For me and now, you are my prize Wanna grow old with ya Fill our house with your pictures Have a son for you A little girl for me Together we’ll raise a family

[Break – w/ ad libs]

[Ghostface Killah – talking behind Break] I wanna understand everything you talk about baby That’s my word, cause I feel the same way You know what I mean? I’ve been feelin this way for a long time too And a .. it’s like I wanna be a daddy I wanna be your lover Your everything, I just wanna share life with you Just like yo That’s why I tell you I love you

[Ghostface Killah] I use to sit back and analyze on how we first met A year ago on the barbershop steps You and your friends walked past me I called you back like “come here sexy have a word with you yet, please?” Congratulations on bein my gift God wrapped you up tight and he preserved my wish I’m not a psychic it’s just that I’m in tune with such I swear the vibes got heavy when we got real close My whole demeanor caused me to ask questions and stare at you strangely Have I found my baby? If so then tell me now Look like you was ’bout to say somethin, you just broke a smile Gave you the number and I said I’d dial (yeah) A year later we on the block like “bow” Tell me somethin, is it me or we up to somethin? Love to love ya, your my friend and my woman

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah – talking] This is Theodore, that’s right I keep hearin this all in my head over and over I can’t get it out, it’s crazy You know what I’m sayin baby This joint is real, I like that Tell me somethin

[Chorus]

Who is Beyonce Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter, American singer, songwriter and actress. Born and raised in Houston, Texas, Beyonce performed at various singing and dancing contests as a child. In the late 1990s, a group of R & B girls became famous as the lead singer for Destiny’s Child.

#Beyonce - Summertime (Remix) Lyrics #Beyonce Lyrics #Beyonce Other Songs AlbumArray

[peakyblinders1919]

I’m Gonna be a Big Brother

Michael walked in, stressed and drained from work, but seeing his four year old son, Theodore, come running to greet him made a smile spread on his face.

“Daddy!” He cried as Michael bent down to pick him up.

“Hey bud, how was your day?”

“Good.” He exclaims, his tiny fingers playing with his dad’s suit.

“Good, yeah? Well, what’d you do?” Michael asks, walking him further through the house, looking for you. You were upstairs cleaning and hadn’t even heard Michael come home.

“I got a new toy.” He says, struggling to get down to show him his new truck. He brings it back over, Michael crouching to Theodore’s height as he shows it off.

“Wow, that’s really cool. Did Mummy get that for you?” He asks, holding it for a second. He watches his son nod as he takes it back. “What’d you get that for?” Michael asks curiously.

“I’m gonna be a big brother!” 

Theodore yells excitedly, causing Michael’s heart to beat faster. He scoops Theodore back into his arms quick and rushes up the stairs, him calling your name mixed with Teddy’s laughter.

“Y/N, Y/N.” You hear his heavy footsteps approaching; they sound like he’s running. And his calls seem urgent.

“In the bedroom Michael!” You call as he appears in the doorway. “Oh, hi honey.” You say surprised when you see him there. He looks at you for a long time. “Is everything ok?” You ask, holding his shirt as you finish folding it and lay it on the bed.

After a moment he puts Theodore down, who begins playing with his new truck. He walks over to you, wrapping you in his arms and never taking his eyes off of you.

“Michael, what’s gotten into you?” You ask accompanied by a small giggle, noticing his behavior was more odd than usual.

“Are you pregnant?” He blurts.

“What? How’d you…?” You say, surprised that he knows but then your eyes land on Theodore playing contently with his truck. “Teddy, I told you you weren’t supposed to tell Daddy!”

“Sorry Mama,” he says.

“Wait, so it’s true?” Michael says excitedly looking back at you.

“Mmmhm...” you say, nodding your head furiously. A huge smile spreads across Michaels face as he kisses you excitedly.

You sigh as you fall onto the bed next to Michael, relieved Teddy had finally fallen asleep. Michael yawns and you laugh at him causing him to prop himself up on his elbow to look at you.

“What’s so funny?” He asks.

“Nothing. Just better get all the sleep you can now cause you won’t be getting any of it with two little ones.” You say, rubbing your growing tummy.

“Nothing she’ll do will make her Daddy mad.”

“She, huh? You think it’s a girl?” You ask, looking at him longingly.

He shrugs. “I have no idea, but I wouldn’t mind a little girl running around the house.” He says, making you smile.

“I’d love to have a girl.” You say, thinking about the relationship you and your mother had when you were young, before she passed away; she was your best friend, you’re everything. “Girls are tougher though. Think you can handle that?” You cock your eyes brows at him.

“Oh, fuck no. If she’s even half as beautiful as her mum, and she will be, she’s never leaving the fucking house. And she’s not dating until she’s 40 or after I die, whichever comes first.” You laugh at this, leaning forward to kiss the man you loved. You sit there in silent contempt before you look at Michael again.

“Any idea what’d you want to name her?” You ask curiously.

“I don’t know…Eleanor’s pretty nice.” Your breath catches in your throat. It’s probably a combination of the hormones and him just being him, that make your eyes start to water. He looks at you worriedly but you just smile.

“Like my mother?” You ask, thinking about her, wishing she was still around to see her grandchildren. He nods and you can’t control your sobs as you give him a wet kiss, laughing as he makes a disgusted face. “We could call her Ella.” You say as he wipes your eyes dry.

“Yeah, we could.” He says, looking into your eyes before pulling you to him, kissing you lightly on the head.

“I love you Michael Gray.” You say before getting ready for bed.

“I thought Michael was supposed to get him.” Polly says with a tone you can’t place as you angrily walk into her house.

“Yeah, he was.” You say, trying to keep your voice steady as you walk over to Teddy, your body loosening up as you pick him up.

“Is everything ok? You want a cup of tea?” Polly says motherly, but you know she’s got other thoughts swirling around in her mind, the way she’s looking at you and your protruding belly, wondering, or even better, knowing exactly where her son is while you don’t.

“Everything’s fine. Why’d you ask, you think something’s wrong?” You say a little more sternly than you’d hoped, thinking she’s hinting at your Michael’s relationship or communication or literally anything else.

“Nothing, I just know how it feels to be so far long.” She says, noting your almost 8 months pregnant now.

You turn to look at her, noticing her genuine smile on her face as she looks at you and the little boy in her arms. Emotions start to swell inside you like a thunderstorm. “Oh.” You say looking at her. You’re about to start apologizing, hoping she’s not mad at you wen there’s a knock on the door.

“Michael!” Polly says, letting him in, his face shocked to see you standing in the living room holding Teddy.

“Hi babe, what’re you doing here?” He says kissing you before taking Teddy from you.

“Uh… when you were late I just thought I’d come get him. I didn’t know how long you’d be at work.” You ramble, trying to look at Polly.

“Yeah sorry, Tommy asked for more paper work. But we’re all good, right buddy?” He says to Theodore. He thanks his mum and kisses her before you all say goodbye and walk out.

The moment your outside tears start falling down your face uncontrollably.

“Mama’s crying.” Theodore says pointing to you, making Michael turn all his attention to you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Your mother hates me!” You cry.

“No she doesn’t, what are you talking about.” He says confused, trying to comfort you at the same time. You explain how you misunderstood Polly’s questions and were mean to her and just everything, unable to stop crying.

“She wasn’t mad at you. She understands, she knows you didn’t mean it. She loves you like you’re her own daughter.” He says, your tears slowing. He looks at you and you nod, him not smiling until your smiling again.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m being stupid, it’s these fucking hormones. How can you even deal with me anymore?”

“I keep asking myself that.” He says, which makes you cry again. He can’t help but laugh, pulling you in to kiss you as Teddy’s in-between you guys. “I love you Y/N Gray.”

Your eyes flutter open slowly to see Michael sitting in a chair across the room, holding his new baby girl in his hands. You sit up slowly, watching him as he stares at his beautifully perfect little girl.

“Hi.” You croak.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here.” He says looking at you.

“It’s ok.” You say still groggily.

“No, I’m really sorry. I told Tommy I shouldn’t have gone on that job, and I missed it and I wasn’t here for you and I’m sorry.” You manage to get out of bed, his eyes watching you worriedly but you’re very capable. You walk over, sitting on the arm of the chair, leaning down to kiss him.

“It’s fine Michael. Everything’s fine; we’re fine. Polly and Ada took good care of us, right Ella?” You say, running your finger over her button nose, making her turn in her sleep.

“She’s so beautiful.” He says looking down at her and you agree. You’re sat there for a moment, taken about but your new bundle of joy when you hear Teddy’s feet pounding down the hallway.

“Daddy!” He yells when he see’s Michael, running over to you guys. You tell him to be quiet as he tries to get a new look at his baby sister. He smiles and fills the room with laughter when she wraps her little hand around his finger.

“She likes you, huh bud?” Michael says, Theodore nodding at you guys. You sit there for a moment frozen in time, looking at the amazing family you were blessed with. After a few moments, you realize what time it is.

“You hungry bud? Let’s go get breakfast.” You say, causing Teddy to run downstairs. You followed Michael to the nursery, Ella fast asleep. He reluctantly lets her go, turning to wrap you in his arms.

“I love you so much Y/N.” He says, never taking his eyes off of yours.

“I love you too.” You say, leaning to kiss him passionately.

“So when are we having another?” He asks followed my a laugh.

“In your dreams.”

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