#sorry it's a public holiday so my brother is home today so my mum's and my mood is really bad

[soonhoonsol]

every time my brother asks "what's for lunch?" I immediately lose all appetite

#personal #food cw #if he is SOOOO hungry then maybe he should learn how to cook #instead of sitting there and pestering my mum or me about food #i dont like people who refuse to work but just want to reap the rewards of other people's hard work #disgusting behavior #sorry it's a public holiday so my brother is home today so my mum's and my mood is really bad

[fallenfurther]

Homecoming - A social call

Chapter 3 - Jeff and Colonel Casey

Continuing with Jeff's recovery and relationships with the main characters in TAG. Sorry this one is a little later out than I planned. A flat move and no internet means I had to wait until I had time to sit in a coffee shop.

Chapters 1 and 2.

Enjoy!

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Colonel Casey signed herself into the rehabilitation centre for her first personal visit. She'd seen Jeff for official business, the GDF helping to re-establish the astronaut's living status as well as for the obligatory debriefs. The interviews had happened in one of the rehabilitation rooms here. The debrief of his eight years in space had taken a couple of days to complete as they had been required to work around his routine and energy levels. It had been a shock to see the astronaut so tired and struggling, but it was to be expected. She knew Jeff was on a strict routine and diet plan to help him with his nutritional deficiencies and regain lost muscle, though what it entailed she wasn't privy to. She'd wanted to visit earlier, but her position in the GDF meant she had been tied down with paperwork. Now she could finally sit down with her old friend and catch up properly. Heading down the corridor, she found his room and knocked. A short sharp military rap.

"Come in."

The voice was faint, but oh so familiar. She opened the door and peered in, excitement building inside her chest.

"I thought it was about time I paid the great space survivalist a visit."

A grin spread across Jeff's face as he pushed himself out of his chair. She crossed the room in a few strides and hugged the man. He embraced her back, though she didn't fail to notice how weak his arms were compared to the bear hugs she remembered. Her own arms had been reserved so as not to crush his delicate body. The positive was that he seemed stronger than he was when they'd first met which was pleasing, and she hadn't missed how her friend was much steadier on his feet. The need to pinch herself was still present. Seeing that footage and message had been hard, having already accepted the man's fate and moved on. The world would just have to adjust to having Jeff Tracy back.

"It's been too long." The man whispered in her ear, his deep baritones warming her soul in a way only a long lost friend could.

"It's only been two months."

"That was official business. Your lack of uniform tells me this is the social visit I've been waiting for."

Jeff was right and the smile on his face said he knew it. He'd always been this way, so sure of himself. It was what had gotten him so far, and probably why he was still here now. The confident stubborn man. Memories of days gone by, from when Jeff had first started putting International Rescue into motion, flooded her mind. She'd been present at that first meeting when Jeff had asked for clearance for his new venture. Valerie had been a newly appointed Captain, and it was one of her first major meetings. That was the day she'd heard about International Rescue and it had been incredible to see the legendary astronaut stand up and ask for permission to start the organisation. She'd hid her unease and suspicions and had viewed the plans he'd presented in the meeting. The secrecy aspect of the organisation had worried her most, not knowing exactly what was going to be flying around, not knowing who was involved or the training they would be put through. The committee had debated it thoroughly. Five weeks of research, consultations and consideration and International Rescue was given a three month trial, to be extended upon review.

"You won't regret this."

Jeff had promised Colonel Henson when he had been told the news. She'd been present to see the historic moment. The firm handshake that had happened at the end of the meeting as if to solidify and seal the deal. He'd been right. International Rescue had not disappointed and had gone beyond anyone's expectations. They were granted permission to operate. There were still some in the GDF that disagreed with the amount of secrecy surrounding International Rescue and the lack of regulation and control the GDF had over the organisation. Some of that had eased slightly now the location of Tracy Island was now known to the higher-ups, but there were still those that were suspicious. Rumours still passed around, claiming the GDF had a dummy location, that it was all a ruse to make everyone feel comfortable with the situation and they were keeping the Thunderbirds and their secrets elsewhere. There were just some things she couldn't stop. She had been put in charge of monitoring International Rescue. Once introduced, Jeff had maintained contact with her allowing them to develop a strong working relationship, which ultimately led to a close friendship. Though he had always visited her, she'd gotten to know some of the boys before the accident, though now she knew them all extremely well. The boys had allowed more information about International Rescue to be made public, and shared further information still with the GDF, allowing for better communication between the organisations. It felt much better knowing exactly where they were, even if she had no idea what secrets they hid on the island. Scott had blessed her with a tour, allowing her to see what they were happy to share. Seeing it all in-situ had been a sight to behold and something she'd never forget.

"Sorry it's been that way, but you know how it is at the top. There is always a new situation that needs your urgent attention."

Jeff chuckled, a sound that Valerie had forgotten and almost brought a tear to her eye. It pained her how small things about a person could slip from your mind over the years. The man before her really was legendary. He was an astronaut people would talk about for years to come. He was also a great friend, who had always supported her journey through the GDF ranks.

"I used to know. I'm a little rusty and many things have changed. I've got a lot of catching up to do. I thought some of the technology Brains used to think up was way out there, but some of the new gadgets I'm seeing and hearing about are beyond that. I'm feeling old. Old and left behind."

Valerie noticed the change in his face and the slight dimming of the shine in those blue eyes. Jeff was old, but there was more to this than that. Placing a hand on the man's shoulder she guided him back into his chair and knelt beside him.

"I'm feeling old at the moment." Jeff continued with a sigh. "I'm all creaky, tired and struggling to keep up. They say I should get better, that my body has adjusted to the Oort cloud and that it'll take a while to shift back."

"You were never the most patient man."

That brought a smile to his face, but his head fell into his hand.

"I've spent so much time alone that I can't stand being cooped up in here anymore! The boys and Mum visit but I have less freedom than I did out there. I want to go home. Even if it means subjecting myself to both my mother's constant doctoring, and her terrible cooking."

"Maybe the staff are trying to make sure you're strong enough to stomach your mother's food?"

"Ha! I wish! Nothing on Earth could prepare me for Mum's cooking. I am handling food well though and if I'm honest, Mum won't mess up my diet plan. She knows how much it could set me back."

Valerie moved her hand in slow steady motions over Jeff's back. There was nothing she could do to change the situation, but she knew Jeff needed to let it out. She knew he was putting on a brave face for his family, that only the staff and therapists would know of the real internal struggle happening in the man. Jeff had told her enough about his life and the boys to know he'd do anything to protect his family. Maybe, eventually, he let them be the ones to protect him.

"You'll get there, Jeff. You just need time."

The man sighed, his whole body deflating. He'd had plenty of time in the Oort cloud, far away from everything he cared about. Now he was home, he was still being kept away. She knew the boys were visiting Jeff but it wasn't the same as being home with them. Especially with International Rescue taking them away so frequently. Valerie still got a weekly update on International Rescue’s activity, and although she doesn't read the full reports anymore, she still understood the operation enough to know the toll that it takes on the operatives.

"How has it been, the last eight years, for International Rescue? What's it been like from an outside perspective? Has it worked? Have there been problems? Have you any suggestions?"

Valerie sat back and surveyed her friend. Talk about going straight for the tough topics. She knew he'd ask about her later, but right now his boys were at the front of his mind. She also knew she had to be honest. There was so much Valerie wanted to tell the man, yet today wasn't the right day. Today would just lead the man to worry unnecessarily about his boys. When he was stronger and could enforce change himself, she might raise the latest annual International Rescue report with him. The GDF were concerned, but now was not the time to go down the official route.

"It was tough at first, not everyone liked Scott taking over everything at once, especially as he took on Tracy Industries too. But they rose to the challenge and got the job done, they've made improvements and they communicate more with the GDF now. We still don't know everything about your technology but that was always the arrangement from the get go."

Jeff sighed. "I never expected them to be needed as much as they are. Have you noticed how exhausted they are? Do you know when they last went on holiday? I think it's too much for them."

Valerie steeled herself, knowing exactly how she felt and how much the Tracy brothers would disagree. Everyone knew those boys worked too hard, but they were smart and never broke the flight hour rules, often maxing it out but never going over. The GDF couldn't ground them, even if it was for their own good, especially as there was often no-one else to do the job. Lives were at stake and no-one wanted to be the one to make that call.

"I have noticed the dark circles under Scott's eyes and the way he seems to carry the world on his shoulders. I don't often see the rest of them but the past few years have been pretty intense. I would say they were due a break, if only the world would give them one."

The small smile on Jeff's face showed her she had said the right thing. The concern was still there but the steel in his eyes said he had a plan formulating. She wouldn't pry. Not yet. She was sure she would find out in due course.

"So, you're a Colonel now, and Commander of the GDF. Can't say I didn't see that coming, but there must be a story behind it."

Valerie grinned at her friend, finally on a safer topic. This was what she'd come here for.

"Well, there is, but it's not quite as interesting as yours."

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #jeff tracy #colonel casey #homecoming #gdf #social visit #post debrief catch up

[sunsetscurving]

Oh, Cruel Fate (enemies to lovers AU)

Ch. 1 

Okay this is the first chapter for my enemies to lovers fanfiction and I really hope you guys enjoy it!! note: english is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes!

The Demaurys and the Lallemants had been enemies for over one hundred years. And when Lucas first meets Eliott, he hates him with his whole heart even without knowing him, blaming him and his family for his life which is slowly falling apart. But when they are forced to live alongside in the same surrounding, something is changing between them. And this scares Lucas more than anything else.

Wikipedia

Demaury-Lallemant feud

The Demaury-Lallemant feud started in 1900 in Paris and was one of the biggest family feuds of the 20th century. Till this day, it is still unknown what the fight between the two families triggered and why there was this sudden rivalry. Sources say that the question of money or ground property was in the center of this fight. Since the Demaurys and Lallemants are still important and highly respected in the Parisian society, the feud is still present in these days, now already going into the third generation.

Feud

Media

Demaury genealogy

Lallemant genealogy

See also

References

Further reading

External links

Lucas sighed deeply and leaned back against in the seat of the bus, shutting his phone down and putting it into his jacket. Some would say that it was a life goal to have a Wikipedia article about yourself and your family but for Lucas, it was only another reason why he would love to have another surname. But he was what he was: Lucas Lallemant – youngest son of Madeline and Jack Lallemant, heir to his name and the business of his family. Lucas mouth tucked into a smile. In his head, this sounded like some cringey romance history movie where he was the hero and would save the princess, the country and the world in general. But the reality was different. Very, very different.

The bus stopped and Lucas got out of it, standing in front of a big school which was guarded to the teeth. People were streaming in and out of his, greeting Lucas as if he were his best friend.

Fake. All of them. No one even knew his favorite color. They only knew that he was “fame” and had a lot of money – that was enough for most of the people in this time. There was never be a doubt that his parents would send Lucas to this school – the best and most elite school in whole Paris. Only the upper-class and the most respected families got a place on this school. This way, their son would get more education than the Demaurys could even effort. All of this, his whole life, was based on the fact to let the Demaurys suffer.

And if he wouldn’t have been raised to hate ever member of the Demaurys, he would hate them alone for that, for the control they had over his life.

It was the first day after the summer holidays and although Lucas had enough time to relax, he felt not relaxed at all. Maybe it was the fact that he was out drinking and dancing and hooking up with boys the whole summer, his friends always dragging him to the best and most illustrious parties.

The guard opened the door for him, greeting him with his name and even an indicated bow. As if Lucas was some kind of prince. He rolled his eyes lightly as he passed the guard and entered the courtyard.

It had never been a secret that a Lallemant visited this school. Lucas’ brothers were members of this school before and so it was no surprise that Lucas changed to this school two years ago.He has always been proud to be a member of this highly respected family. But in the last years, things went bad. Really bad. For his family and himself. Things happened which made him realize, that this feud between the Lallemants and Demaurys was justified. Things happened that Lucas could never forgive. And although the feud was never fought out in the inner circle of their families, the public knew not half of the things that happened. They would never knew what the Demaurys did to Lucas’ mum and that the Lallemant family slowly grew apart although they should stick together now more than ever and that Lucas often wished for a different life.  A life, where the Demaurys didn’t exist.

“Luuuuuuuucaaaaaaaaaaas!”

Lucas was distracted in his thoughts when a loud voice was calling his name over the courtyard. He looked up and a smile was forming on his lips as his best friends came over to him.

“Long time no seen”, said Yann and greeted his best friend with a handshake. Lucas laughed lightly and shook his head.

“Only like 25 hours, non?”

Yann was now beaming with a grin.

“Aww, honey, you count the hours were I’m not with you.” Lucas opened his mouth, ready to protest, as Yann bumped his elbow into Basile’s rips.

“He’s in love with me. He always has been”, Yann said to Basile and wiggled with his eyebrows. The protest died on Lucas’ lips because of a laugh fighting its way out of Lucas’ mouth. Lucas went over to Yann and threw his arms around his neck, looking into this longingly as if he was his lover.

“Oh, Yann. You’re so right. You’re the love of my life.”

All of them laughed and Arthur laid an arm around Lucas’ shoulder, pulling him from Yann away, as they went inside together. Lucas was into men as long as he could think – it was never a problem for anyone and those who had a problem with that were kicked out of Lucas’ life. Since he was someone who was always in the spotlight of the problems from his family, his social media accounts were overflowing with followers and messages. When he first started to go to this school, things went really badly and he got a lot of hate on social media and in real life regarding his sexuality and his family in general. Teenagers can be crueler than any adult because they feel stronger while putting down someone else, projecting their own problems on the life of a public figure. But all of this only made him stronger – he learned to ignore hate messages, he learned to be in line with his sexuality and the feelings towards men. And his friends supported him in every decision he made and got his back when someone crazy thought to put someone like Lucas Lallemant down.

“I don’t think you’re Lucas’ type, Yann. All the boys Lucas hooked up with were a lot taller and had messy hair. Not like you. I’m more of his type.”

Lucas rolled his eyes for the second time today and shrugged out of Arthurs’ grip.

“So, now we analyze the men I hook up with? Why don’t we analyze the girls you made out with, Arthur?”

Arthur lifted his eyebrows and a smugly smile appeared on Lucas’ lips.

“Oh, I forgot: You haven’t hooked up with anyone lately, right?”

“OOOOOHHHHH” Yann and Basile laughed and Arthur couldn’t stay serious for even one second, although he really tried.

“Sorry Arthur, but he gotcha.”

Lucas laughed and felt his mood lifting up immediately whenever he was with these dorks. Whenever he was with his real friends. When you were a member of the Lallemants or Demaurys, you had a lot of people admiring you. Wanting to be your friends. Wanting to be part of the fame that goes alongside with the family name. Lucas stopped to read his DM’s on Instagram, most of the time it were people asking him to take them with him to that party or this event. To an event where Lucas himself would gladly stay at home with his friends, playing video games or getting drunk while eating some Pizza. But these nights were rare. Even rarer with Lucas getting older and more responsible for the name of his family.

Suddenly, the mood seemed to shift. Lucas could nearly feel as the air changed. His friends seemed to realize it too, their steps getting slower. He frowned and stopped, looking around.

People were whispering, their eyes bright with some new, exciting news. Lucas was used to people speaking behind his back, sharing gossip he couldn’t give less a fuck about. But today was different. There was not a giggle, no chuckle in these whispers. Only pure seriousness. Excitement. Confusion. And maybe even… Fear?

“What is happening here, putain?”

The usual loud hallway was quiet, people whispering, not allowing themselves to be louder as they spread some rumors. Rumors which affected Lucas because every gaze of every person was fixed on him, as he passed them.

“Let’s just go to class”, Lucas murmured and pulled the boys with him. He sat down in the back, next to Yann and chatted with him, trying to ignore all the stares which were even heavier than usual.

“Something is about to happen, Lulu”, Yann suddenly said and Lucas frowned.

“You watched too many Netflix shows, Yann. This is just the usual gossip. Maybe someone heard that I will leave my family and my name behind and become a monk in Germany. Or something like that. I actually don’t care at all.”

“But this is something different. As if we are all waiting for something to happen.”

“Yeah, I’m waiting for this day to be over so I can go back to my bed and get some sleep.”

“Dear Students.”

Lucas and Yann stopped their talk and turned around as the teacher came into class. And suddenly, Lucas was excited too. As if something was really about to happen. Yann and his stupid ideas – in the end it would only be an announcement for a new lunch menu.

“Welcome to the new school year. I hope you had some great holidays. We got a new student here today and I want to introduce him properly to you all.”

Lucas eyes narrowed and he suddenly got a bad feeling.

His eyes shifted to the door, as someone entered. He was tall, messy hair, bright eyes, a backpack slung over one shoulder. He was not smiling but Lucas could feel that his smile would light up the whole room. All in all, he was one of the most attractive man Lucas ever saw. He unconsciously leaned forward, a hand going through his own messy hair, a little smile forming on his lips. In the corner of his eyes, he found Yann watching him as if he knew how Lucas would react to that new boy. Suddenly, the eyes of the new boy were on him and his heart skipped a beat, catching Lucas off guard. His eyes held worlds in them.

“Would you like to introduce yourself?”, The Teacher asked with a sweet smile and the boy nodded shortly. He took one step forward, hands lazily in his pockets as if new days at elite schools were nothing new to him. The eyes of the boys found Lucas’ again and he could feel how the whole class seemed to hold their breaths.

“Hey. This is my first day at school after having a break for one year. I’m 22 years old and my name is Eliott Demaury.”

A gasp went through the class and he could feel how Yann went rigid next to Lucas. And Lucas could do nothing and watch as his world suddenly turned upside down within one tiny second, with the name of one man.

#skam france #skam france fanfiction #skam france fanfic #oh cruel fate fanfiction #okay how do you guys like this #i hope you love it

[strangelock221b]

I decided it was high time I started on my Molly Hooper Christmas Bingo Card. @mollyappreciationweek​ gave me such a good card. First up, Moran/Molly.

Sentimentality (AO3)

“How much time do you need?” Sebastian asked as he leaned against the counter by the stove, sipping his coffee.

Molly had to push down the urge to kiss him soundly, but that was nothing new. “It depends on how busy the shops are, but probably not more than a few hours.” She finished making breakfast – steak and eggs for him, just eggs for her – then she carried the plates to her small kitchen table.

Seb sat down across from her, muttering, “I hate Christmas shopping.”

She smiled a bit. “You could always stay home.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “And leave you unprotected? The Holmes brothers would kill me.”

Sebastian had been her bodyguard since Sherlock’s faked suicide, at Sherlock and Mycroft’s insistence. At first, the former Army sniper had protected her from afar, but Molly didn’t like the feeling that she was being watched, so she had insisted that he move in. That was two months ago and she was starting to regret her insistence. While she felt protected, she was also almost constantly horny. Besides his rugged good looks, his gruff front hid a soft center he rarely let anyone see, and it drove her wild.

Molly grinned at him over her coffee cup. “They’d never have to know.”

“Oh, they’ll know as soon as you left the building unaccompanied,” he said as he started eating. “Then I’d be out of a job. I’d also be out of your life, so that’s one good thing, I suppose.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to contradict him but that would make her feelings for him known so she let the matter drop.

*

In public, they pretended to be dating to deflect any suspicion about his presence in her life. It meant a lot of walking arm-in-arm, public displays of affection, and flirting, all of which left her a lovesick mess.

Seb’s gruff voice cut through her wanderings. “Penny for your thoughts.” They were walking arm-in-arm down the sidewalk, passing festive store windows and more shoppers than she had expected.

Molly felt her cheeks warm. “Sorry, I was just, um, thinking about the holidays.”

“I was wondering when you’re going to decorate the flat.”

“I don’t,” she said quietly, “not anymore.”

“There’s a story behind that.”

She shrugged. “Not much of one. My father loved Christmas. Ever since he died, it gets harder and harder for me to get into the Christmas spirit. I’ll buy gifts for my loved ones but as far as decorating … it’s just too much. Every ornament has a special meaning.”

“Too many memories,” he said, nodding. After a moment, he said, “I have the opposite problem – I never had a real Christmas growing up. Da was too busy wasting his money on prostitutes and gambling, Mum was too busy drinking herself into a stupor.”

“I’m sorry,” she said gently, sincerely. “That must’ve been awful for you.”

“You can’t miss what you never had,” he muttered. “C’mon – let’s get your shopping done so we can get out of this crowd.”

*

The subject of Christmas was not brought up again in the weeks that followed.

Christmas Eve morning, Molly stumbled bleary-eyed into the kitchen and found Seb already there, leaning against the counter as he sipped his coffee. That wasn’t out of the ordinary, but the fact that he was wearing his plaid flannel pajama pants and nothing else was. She had to avert her eyes (a very difficult thing to do at that moment) to keep from staring at his muscular chest and abdomen.

His eyes were completely on her, though. “Morning, Molly,” he said, his grin audible.

“Um, good morning, Seb,” she said as she moved to the Keurig next to him and got her cup started then put a couple of pieces of bread in the toaster. “I, er, take it today’s Laundry Day?”

He chuckled. “Nope.”

“So, you just felt like being shirtless?”

“I’ve been told I’m more irresistible this way.”

No argument here. “Um, right.” She ate breakfast as quickly as she could, her eyes straying to him every so often, and she kept getting pulled in by his amused, cocky grin. And his abs. Down, girl.

As soon as she was done, she headed back upstairs, deciding to cut through the living room when she stopped dead. A seven-foot evergreen was standing in front of the picture window. It was lush and fragrant, but also completely bare. In front of the tree were three shopping bags full of beads, garland, and ornaments.

Molly didn’t hear Seb approach but she soon felt the warmth of his body at her back. “I took it upon myself to get you a tree. I hope it’s alright.”

She slowly turned to face him, murmuring, “Why, Seb?”

“I thought we could both use a tree this year,” he murmured, his eyes soft. “I couldn’t find ornaments that reminded me enough of you, so I bought some plain glass ones, paint, and glitter. We can make our own memories.”

Molly was having a hard time keeping herself from crying, she was so touched. “Seb, that … that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you.”

He gave her one of his heart-stopping grins. “It’s what any good bodyguard would do.”

She reached out to take his hands, smiling softly. “Is that’s what a good bodyguard does, then what does a good boyfriend do?”

Seb’s smile softened. “Allow me to show you.”

#writing #molly hooper #sebastian moran #sebolly #mollan

[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 45

Chapter Summary - Danielle is getting as much work as she can done, though she is having a bit of trouble doing so with not one, but three Hiddleston's as well as slowly allowing herself become a bigger part in Tom's life, as he is accepting her terms on how to do so.

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long.  This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

tags: @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog  @jessibelle-nerdy-mum @nonsensicalobsessions @damalseer @hiddlesbitch1 @winterisakiller @fairlightswiftly @salempoe @lys-syl @youcantcatchafallingstar

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“Done,” Danielle sighed as she placed a pile of documents back in their folder and put it in the finished pile.

“Darling?”

“Living room.” She replied, looking at the door, knowing Tom would walk in any moment.

“I was thinking,”

“Ah, that can’t be good.” She laughed as he finally came into view, his face showing his bemusement. “You asked for it,” she sniggered as he came over to her. “What were you thinking?”

He sat beside her, pulling her onto his lap. “I love you.”

Danielle eyed him suspiciously. “That’s not good.”

“It is darling, it is, I just…I want to show people the amazing woman I have.” he kissed a small trail along her neck.

“Tom…” Danielle pulled away. “I’m not sure I…”

“A small get together, here, at the house, just literally a few friends, Ben and Sophie included.” He suggested.

Danielle’s brow furrowed and she bit her lip for a moment. “That sounds nice.” She turned to face him, kissing him as she did.

“Really?” Tom eyed her worriedly. “I thought you would shoot it down.”

“I would have, if you suggested a public place, I am not ready to deal with huge numbers of people and photographers shouting at us, but we control this environment, no paps, only people you are good friends with, and I will have Sophie to hide behind.” She smiled.

“Just a few friends, five tops, I want them to actually get to know you properly and I don’t want you to be overwhelmed.” He grinned; delighted she had been so welcoming of the idea.

“Just one thing, though,” she added, tom froze and waited for what she would ask. “No overly fancy food.”

“I promise,” he grinned, “shrimp caviar and a nice flute of champagne should be enough.” Her response was a fit of giggles. “Did I hear you say you are done?”

“For today, yes.”

“It’s only six.”

“Yes, I got the files I wanted to get done sorted, and I have bleary eyes and a hankering for a nice run.” She explained, getting to her feet.

“I’ll have dinner ready for when you get back.” Tom kissed her again before getting them both to their feet. “How does lamb sound?”

“Usually they make a sort of ‘maa’ sound.” She answered, laughing again at the bemused look on his face. “I’m sorry, that was Baaaad.”

“Fucking hell, please stop.” Tom smiled, trying not to laugh, but the more she looked at him, the harder it became to hold it in before he ended up laughing too. “You are so terrible.”

“You love it.” She grinned before groaning.

“What?” Tom asked worriedly.

“I have nothing nice to wear, they are all going to think you are after going from bad to worse and are now slumming it with, what are they called here chavs?”

Tom rolled his eyes. “You do not, in any way, shape or form, have the appearance of a chav.” Danielle looked at the sweatpants and Nike air hoodie she was wearing before raising a brow. “You are wearing them because you planned to go for a jog, don’t get sassy with me.” He ordered.

“Now you are sounding a little kinky.” She smiled.

“I swear, there is a side of you I am dying to have fun with.” He grinned, taking a step forward. Immediately, Danielle took a step back. “Elle…”

“Yes, sir?” she grinned slyly.

“Go for your run before I take you on the couch.”

“That’s….I dunno, some form of fancy designer that overcharges and is easily ruined, you can’t do that.”

“Go for your run, missy.”

“Yes, sir.” She grinned before rushing out the door again.

“Minx,” Tom shouted before getting the cup she had left on the table and bringing it to the kitchen.

*

“So tomorrow evening then?” Tom double checked one last time before sending out the texts to his friends.

“Perfect, I will go shopping and get a few things for it in the afternoon.” She smiled, kissing his cheek as she grabbed a cup from the press to make herself a cup of tea to continue her paperwork.

“I cannot wait, thank you, Elle.”

“What for?” she scoffed.

“Doing this.” He gently placed his hands on her sides.

“It’s a few friends over.” She dismissed.

“But when Paul asked you to meet his friends…”

“I was not looking at Paul as long term, that was…I’m not sure, probably just a distraction, as cruel as it sounds, I wasn’t invested in that, and I knew deep down they would be asses, and well, I was right and then some.”

“I went to a public school and Cambridge and you’re not worried my friends will be the same?”

“I am, a little, but I will have Sophie to help me too.” She grinned, but then the grin fell off her face as she listened. “The door…”

Tom walked into the hallway only to come face to face with Mac Tíre. “What the…"

“There you are Tom, give me a hand.”

“Mum…” Mac rushed into the kitchen passed Tom. “What…?”

“Christmas shopping sweetheart, I always do this.”

Tom winced as he recalled her saying that. “I forgot, what do I need to help with?” She indicated to go outside to the car. “Mum!” He looked at what she had brought with her.

“The house is too bare, darling, you never put up a lot of decorations.” She commented.

“So you dragged Sarah into this?” Tom laughed as he watched his sister try to unload the car, rushing over to help.

“I regretting asking if she wanted me to collect her at the house.”

“Why is Mac here?”

“Got in and would not get out, you don’t understand Tom,” Sarah’s face told him her seriousness, “He literally refused to get out. The whole way here, he just sat there, looking out, waiting to get here, as soon as he saw the house, he went bonkers whining to get out, we thought it was to get to the bathroom but he just waited at the door for mum to open it. Has he ever been here?”

“No, but Elle’s inside,” Tom commented, Sarah just stared at him. “Do you think he knew?”

“He’s a dog, and we didn’t know. Wait, is she fully clothed?”

Tom chuckled, “She was when she was in the kitchen a minute ago making her tea.”

“Wait, where is her car?”

“Getting serviced, it sort of had a run-in with a pothole and is now a bit screwed up, something about the radiator and the exhaust, it’s in for the holidays.”

“Oh, lovely.” Sarah groaned, throwing a bag of decorations at him. “Hey, do you think she will want to go shopping with us?”

“I’m not sure, she has a fortune of paperwork she’s doing.”

“Yeah, ‘paperwork’,” Sarah scoffed.

“No actually, she is very strict, I was locked out of my own living room two days ago because of it.”

Sarah laughed. “I always liked her. I hope this works Tom, I really do, she is the dose of reality you need in your life.”

“I hope so too.” Tom beamed as he walked up the steps and into his home, looking at Mac, who was wagging his tail at him in the hall. “Did she see you?” he asked the dog excitedly.

“He only left me because he heard you on the steps.” Danielle smiled as she walked into the hallway. “Yikes, need a hand?” she rushed over to help him with the decorations.

“Thanks,” he smiled. “You mad?”

“About what?” she laughed, making her way to the kitchen.

“Your paperwork.”

“I will have to get over it, apparently I am to be forced to bully my way through the shopping streets after a cup of tea.”

“Are you okay with that?” Tom asked worriedly.

“I don’t think I get a choice.” She shrugged. “I suppose one extra day won’t kill me, will it?”

“Well, you got a half morning done.”

“Glass half full,” Danielle winked before walking back over to the counter, handing Tom a cup of tea she had made him before turning again to talk with Diana, who was smiling happily at them both.

*

Tom - Look who’s made himself at home.

Danielle laughed to herself as she looked at the accompanying photo of Mac, who was asleep, upside down, tongue hanging out of his mouth by Tom’s feet.

Danielle - He won’t want to go home later.

Tom – He doesn’t have to, we can bring him with us when we go for Christmas.

Danielle – Is that fair on him?

Tom – I’m not going to lie, darling, I am a tad insulted, why would it be. I have always wanted a dog and there is more than enough room for him here, he is happy, see picture for confirmation. We have lovely places to walk him too.

Danielle sighed, wondering what to do.

“You look like you’re in intense thought, has my idiot brother put his foot in it?” she looked up to see Sarah looking at her.

“No, just a simple issue with Mac.” Sarah cocked her head slightly. “He thinks he should stay until we head to Suffolk for Christmas.”

“What do you think?”

“That I would like that, but isn’t it a bit much.”

“How so?”

“It’s just so…..”

“Domestic?” Sarah offered. “What’s wrong with that? Tom wouldn’t offer if he didn’t want it, that’s the kind of guy he is. He wants a normal home life, same as most everyone else, and that includes the pet and partner.” She smiled. “You are so much better a match for him, I mean, she had some good points, everyone does, but he likes this life and his work life separate, there was no way to do that with her.” She gave Danielle an apologetic look. “I know you might not want to hear that.”

“Look, I don’t like her, but I acknowledge she is not the devil incarnate. Just don’t expect me to be sad if she never releases another album.”

“You and me, both,” Sarah agreed. “I am so relieved I don’t have a moody teenager at the moment, I am not sure if I could listen to ‘Shake It Off’ on loop. That’s one of the only songs of hers that I can stand.”

“Mine is Bad Blood,” Danielle admitted.

“She doesn’t even sing all of it herself.”

“Why do you think I like it?” Danielle joked.

Sarah did too as she held up a jacket, “Thoughts?”

“Retro style, I’m sure he’ll like it, not sure if it’s his colour, though.”

“Tom always wears navy.” Sarah frowned.

“Wait, Tom? Sorry thought you were looking at it for Yakov; that will suit him to the ground, he’ll love it.” Danielle smiled.

“What are you getting him?”

“Is a weekend away in an old English manor that happens to have a spa alright?” Sarah stared blankly at her. “Too naff?”

“I want it.” Sarah groaned. “Seriously, tell him if he doesn’t have it done before the Golden Globes, I will use it on him,” she swore.

“Will do.” Danielle looked at her phone, having received another text.

Tom – I know you are busy getting me wonderful presents, but could you pick up a few things from Harrods’s, I know mum will go there at some stage, just a few bits I need to get for people.

Danielle – Don’t you have some poor little goon on minimum wage stuck doing that for you? : P

Tom – I do, why do you think I am texting? Xx

“That bastard!” Danielle laughed as she looked at Tom’s reply.

Sarah just moved around and was able to read the lower half of Danielle’s message and Tom’s response. “That cheeky prick,” She laughed as she shook her head.

“I walked myself into that one.” Danielle conceded.

“You may have.” Sarah went back to seeing if she could get anything for her husband, but glanced over to Danielle for a moment, seeing the genuine smile on the other woman’s face, thinking that indeed, as far as any women Tom had shown interest in were concerned, she was by far the best match for her idiot brother.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic #chapter 45 #I Hate You I Love You

[buckyfan23]

The Shocking Sacrifice

A/N To be clear the italicized word are meant to be Rosaline’s thoughts.

             Time seems to fly when forced to find the devil’s unborn child with the Winchesters. I hate being stuck with them for several weeks. Going on hunts that I am not even allowed to help with at all because Dean doesn’t trust me. “Do you guys even know where we are going?”

“Shut up, Devil’s bride.”

       Rain falls heavily on Dean’s precious car. “I highly suggest you stop with the name calling, unless you want ice banging your baby up with a storm.”

       He glares at me through the rearview window, “Don’t even think about it.”

       I look away and back out the window leaving the rain falling but much lighter now. I still feel a set of eyes on me. “I think I remember you. Did you use to wear your hair up in a bun all the time while wearing a tutu and ballet shoes?”

       “Yeah, Sam, that was me. My dad usually picked me up during ballet class for hunts. That is why whenever my dad joined up with yours I was always in a tutu. The whole idea of ballet was my mom’s. Dad wanted me to follow in his shoes.”

       “Did you want to? To follow in your dad’s shoes, I mean?”

       “I didn’t have a choice in the matter. I was only a little child. No one really asked me what I wanted. I grew up without a choice in anything I did. It was always take care of Alex no matter the cost, especially after Mum died.”

I got a job at the age of ten just to keep clothes on him and electricity in the house. I didn’t have to worry about water since we lived right beside a grove. I made sure he had the choices I never got to have. He graduated school and went off to become an Assistant District Attorney in New York. I did everything I could to make sure he was always happy.”

”Do you see him anymore?”

“I haven’t seen him since he left for law school. I hate to bother him; occasionally I get a call from him around the holidays. They aren’t often enough. I always look forward to them because it means he isn’t dead.”

Out of nowhere, Dean stops the car. I quickly look around noticing Castiel outside the door. “Hey, Cass. Lucifer’s baby mama in there?”

I walk around the place. “Are you sure this is a good place for having an archangel’s child?”

“Of course it is, Rosaline.”

I don’t plan on questioning him about this anymore. Instead I walk inside. I find a nursery after looking around. A scream pulls me away from the room and quickly into another.

“Are you ok?”

“Who are you?”

“Rosaline, you need to leave. She doesn’t need your demonic ass in here.”

He doesn’t even care about the naiad which out weights the demon side by far more. I can help her, but whatever. Since Dean doesn’t want me here, I will just leave.

“Hi Crowley. Sam, Dean, and Castiel are inside if you are looking for them. Is that Lucifer coming toward us?”

It didn’t take long for Sam, Dean, and a woman I have come to know as Mary Winchester come outside. Lucifer continues to move closer.  I stop him from moving by covering his hands, and his feet are stuck to the ground with ice climbing up to his knees.

“Well look at what we have here, my suppose to be bride protecting my baby. What are you doing with the Winchesters?”

“Seeing as I have known them as a child, it is not a surprise that I side with them. Besides, I am not allowed to be anywhere near your son.”

“You can’t keep me away from my child, Castiel.”

“I can and will.”

Lucifer tries to break out, but I constantly recreate his binds. What appears to be a rip into possibly an alternate universe manifests right beside me.

Due to Lucifer being closer to me than anyone else, I lodge myself onto him knocking him into the rip. “I will never let you see your child.”

“You won’t stop me. Remember I am the reason why you are alive today.”

The Winchester boys, Castiel, and Crowley walk right on through. They move towards me. Crowley pushes me into Dean and yelling at us to go. We watch Crowley stab himself with an angel blade. Dean yanks me forward by my arm as Castiel pushes the two of us through the portal.

I turn around as the angel screams. He falls to the ground after Lucifer stabbed him in the back. Dean screams “No” after Castiel’s death and when the portal closes behind Mary after she pushed Lucifer back into the rip going with him.

“It should have been you.”

“Dean.”

“Don’t Sam, and you know it. If she didn’t play hero, Cass would still be alive right now. Mom wouldn’t be gone either.”

“I’m sorry for wanting to help. I guess I will go home. Maybe then I can’t cause anymore problems for you and your family.”

All of the sudden a surge of power follows behind a scream. We all run inside to Kelly. “Um, guys where is Jack?”

I rush towards the nursery room beating Sam and Dean to it. He is definitely naked and not a baby. “Hey, Jack. I won’t hurt you, I promise.  Don’t shoot, Dean.” Sam and Dean are thrown against walls. Jack grabs a hold of me as the scenery changes around me.

Looks like Jack’s hungry. “Where are we, Jack?”

It doesn’t take long for the police to come to the restaurant. The woman takes Jack while I follow closely behind.

“Hi, I am looking for my younger brother. His name is Jack. He is about this tall,” I hold my arm up above my head to give a rough estimate of his height, “Have you seen him? I’ve been looking everywhere for him.”

“Is this him?”

“Thank you so much for finding him. I hope he was too problematic.”

“Ma’am, I found your brother naked. Is this normal for him?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me. He likes to run around the house mostly naked; however, this would be the first time he did this in public. I am terribly sorry for the problems he has caused. Can I take him home now?”

“Of course. I will just need you to sign these papers.”

Jack smiles and tells me, “I like nougats.”

I let out a couple chuckles. I follow the officer only to be shoved into a cell. “What are you doing?” She walks away and appears back with Jack throwing him in as well.

“Well, you see I just found an APB out for you two. Therefore you might as well get comfortable.”

I curse Sam and Dean out under my breath. “Of course, the Winchesters had to put a BOLO out on us. I guess we will have to wait for them to come get us. Who knows how long that will take.”

I grow bored in the jail cell. I open the bottle filled with water from a waterfall back in Australia attached to my necklace. The liquid levitates out of the bottle changing shapes. “How do you do that? What is your name?”

“I’m Rosaline. I can manipulate water,” I hear loud footsteps, “I guess you two were close by.”

“Now, who were you expecting? The Winchesters? Hate to tell you they will not be coming to your rescue, demon. Now hand over the nephilim,” an unknown supernatural being tells.

“Over my dead body. You can go to back to Hell.”

Screams ring out as their blood boils. Weirdly shaped burns shadow across the walls. Sam and Dean run into the room.

“Hey, are you two ok? We heard the screams. We would have been here earlier if we weren’t busy taking care of some angels.”

“We’re fine, Sam. So that’s what those beings were. That would explain why the burns on the wall liked kind of like wings. Can we leave now or are you going to try to kill Jack again, Dean?”

Dean glares at me while Sam opens the cell. I keep my body between Dean and Jack.

“When can I see my father?”

“Um, Jack. Trust me when I say that you don’t want to meet your dad. Lucifer is not someone you should be around.”

“What do you mean, Rosaline? My father’s name is Castiel.”

@mahalaraewolfe

#supernatural #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #jack kline

[sinfully-romione]

Shooting Star

Sin(s): Envy, Pride Rated: T+ (language only)

Summary: Ginny and Hermione are finally home from Hogwarts, having matriculated. Ron and Hermione, along with George are awaiting Ginny to arrive before starting dinner with the parents. She has some news that inadvertently lockets Ron in unpleasant ways.

Ron stared at the back door for the 12th time in the last hour, willing Ginny to arrive. Bill and Fleur were unavailable to join the family for dinner, along with Percy, who was working, and Harry off on a mission. Unfortunately, waiting on the last guest was irritating Ron to no avail, having worked entirely too long today on entirely too little sleep.

Not even Hermione’s gentle rubbing on his back soothed his hangry attitude.

“If she’s not here in five minutes, sod her. I’m eating.”

“You will not,” Molly barked from the oven.

“I’ve not had a thing to eat since dinner last night. I’m starving.”

“You’ll wait on your sister.” Molly turned back to the oven, putting a tray of biscuits in to cook.

Ginny barged into the Burrow’s kitchen holding a butcher’s paper wrapped parcel under her arm. “Sorry I’m late,” she put it down behind the door along with taking off her emblazoned Green Jacket and tossed off her Green and red cloak. After she doffed her gear she went to give her dad a peck on the cheek, her Mum a hug and her other brother a punch in his arm.

“Where the bloody hell have you been? You were supposed to be here an hour ago,” Ron grumped. “Mum wouldn’t let us start without you.” He looked over the table at all of the dinner preparations – roasted chicken, parsnips and peas, bread and sliced tomatoes.

“For your information, brother of mine,” Ron pulled a face, “I was off at Holyhead to get fitted for these,” Ginny pulled on the snug jumper, in dark green, she was wearing along with her very tall Quidditch boots. “Who knew signing a contract could be so stressful.”

“You’re telling me,” Ron finally tucked into dinner. “It’s bad enough working for George on my off-hours from the Ministry but it’s bleeding ridiculous that I have to be available on my off hours at a moment’s notice. But that was what was in my contract,” Ron lifted his fork at his sister across the table, watching her scarf her meal down too. “And since those contracts are magical and binding, there’s no choice.”

“Look, you agreed to help, ya git. You’re the one asking for shifts at the store, for some reason or another. He’s probably saving for a huge ring for you, Hermione.”

“Hush, you,” She blushed and Ron tucked into his chicken, ignoring George but turning beet red. “Anyway, I do hope it’s not as detrimental as the one Ron signed for the Ministry,” Hermione piped up. She picked at her plate like she always did; ignoring half of it that Ron would gladly finish after a strenuous day of training. “I read the entire length of mine, three times over, before signing it. That was probably how I was able to get the extra time off I wanted when Ron comes home from missions.”

“I’m glad you did,” Ron leaned over for a small kiss on the cheek. “Merlin knows how glad I am to have a bit of – “

“Ron, not at the table,” Arthur piped up. His grin and twinkle in his eyes betrayed his mirth.

“Sorry Dad,” he turned red but saw Hermione smiling into her glass of juice. He switched plates with Hermione and worked to finish off what she didn’t eat.

“So I signed the contract Monday” Ginny got up from her seat and picked up her parcel, taking off the cover, “and by Friday I had the galleons to buy this beauty,” Ginny passed the brand new racing broom – the Firebolt 3 – around to her Dad at the head of the table. Ron turned a bright red at seeing such a masterpiece of craftsmanship in their home. “I’ve not had a chance to try it out since I only picked it up from Quality Quidditch Supplies before coming here. The makers said it’s balanced for my weight but I dunno about that. They couldn’t give me off the rack since I’m not what you call a standard sized Chaser.”

“How much did it set you back?” Ron asked over the remainder of his chocolate cake sitting before him, forgotten since Ginny brought the broom out from behind the door in the kitchen. “Since that model hasn’t been released yet to the public, it had to cost a stack of galleons.”

Arthur handed the broom to Molly who glanced at it before handing it to George for admiration. He whistled long and low at the magnificent broom in his hands. “I know I didn’t loan you the galleons to afford this work of art.”

Ginny gave George a dirty hand sign. “Shove off, ya git. I actually negotiated a deal for it. Since this is the prototype of what is coming out next year for the International Leagues, I get it for a discount if I can give them feedback but also agree to some marketing for it later this year.”

She helped hand it over to Ron.

“Still set you back some serious gold there, sis,” Ron hoisted it up and whistled. “The balance on it is incredible,” He inspected the twigs and frowned. “So it only cost you, what, a thousand galleons and not 5000.”

“Something like that,” Ginny muttered and Ron turned bright red again. “One thousand, actually, off the top from my contract, and a thousand comes out from my vault over the course of the year. They’ll probably sell somewhere between five and ten thousand.”

“That’s how much they are going to charge for them once they are released? Christafuck!”

“Ron Weasley, we don’t use that language at this dinner table,” Molly huffed.

“Sorry, Mum, but that is so much money for a broom.”

“The team told me they’d sign me only on the condition that I had to get a better broom than the Nimbus I borrowed from Harry for the tryouts.”

“Better than a Nimbus? What the hell?

“Ron, language,” Hermione chided.

“It is an International standard broom, Ron. It’s supposed to be expensive. Do you think that anyone would want to watch professional Quidditch riding Shooting Stars and riding Cleansweeps?”

“Damn it, though. Why do they have to be so bloody expensive? Only poncy gits can afford it without going into the poorhouse.”

“So you’re saying I’m a ponce now, ‘cause I have an International Standard broom for Quidditch?”

“I never mentioned you, Ginny. Besides, it’s brilliant to get that enormous discount.”

“Guys, enough about the bloody broom,” George and Hermione said in unison. The siblings looked from one another to the others and scowled.

“Ginny put your broom away ‘til after dessert.”

“But I was going to take it out back and let this git of a brother take it for a ride.”

“It can wait until we’re finished.”

“Fine.” Ginny did as her Mum asked and she returned to her seat. Ron was staring at his sister, ignoring Hermione as she was running her hand up and down his thigh.

“You’re going to let me ride it?”

“Yeah, if there’s still light out after dessert. I can’t stay long, though. I have to be at Holyhead early.”

“Wicked.”

“Look, you were there pushing me to do this, about getting a great broom. I owe you one ride on it, at least.”

“I only mentioned it because I overheard you grousing to Harry about how much better everyone else was flying at the tryouts.”

“Well, I’m glad you did. They were looking for three people to test them out in the league and somehow I got one of them.”

“Harry probably pulled some strings,” Ron said under his breath.

“I didn’t ask, Ron. But if he did, I’m glad he did.”

“So tell us about what you have tomorrow, dear. We’ve not seen you in two weeks.”

Ginny started talking about the grueling practices, the intense conditioning she had to perform to even make the first cut, and many other things. Ron kept looking at his plate, frowning.

“Something’s bothering you,” Hermione whispered in his ear, squeezing his knee. It wasn’t like Ron to leave his dessert plate filled with chocolate cake.

“Yeah, it is, but it’s stupid.”

“Fancy a walk for a few? They might be finished when we get back?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Hermione got up first and then Ron. “We’ll be back in a moment,” she said quietly. George and Ginny, along with Molly, looked confused. Arthur, though, nodded in mutual understanding. When Hermione turned, she had to rush out the door to catch up with Ron, with his extra-long legs and fast stride.

“Ron,” Hermione yelled while trying to chase after him in the evening twilight. He crossed the backyard and onward towards the small treehouse, out next to where Fred was buried. “Ron, wait up.”

He finally stopped under the Oak tree out on the edge of the woods, huffing and panting.

Hermione skidded to a stop and saw him fighting back emotions. “Tell me. I might not get it but let me try and help. Please, don’t hold it in.”

“It’s not about Quidditch, Hermione.”

“Oh.” She reached for his hand and held it a moment before he pulled it back from her, running it through his hair and rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s pointless and stupid,” he muttered.

“So? Tell me, please.”

Ron stared up towards the house, his eyes blazing in the dwindling afternoon sun.

“I’m sick of it,” he grumped, working his lips raw with his teeth. “Everything I wanted, I had to make do, or have less, or using a passed down wand when she got a new one,” he muttered. “Fuck, sometimes what I needed, I had to do without, so she could have, too.”

“Ron,” Hermione tried to interject and he cut across her.

“I’m working two bloody jobs to make ends meet, and help George, saving Harry’s arse, and running myself ragged. She’s able to drop serious galleons on a broom. A bloody broom. Fuck, I can’t even afford to take you out for a nice dinner, much less save up for five years to afford a broom half that good.” He turned, burning a hole in Hermione. “Fuck, I can’t even afford an international portkey to take you on a holiday. That right there would cost two hundred galleons, just to get to France. The rates are atrocious. Greedy bastards.  But my dear sister is buying an International Standard broom, fresh out of Hogwarts, and I’m scraping two Knuts together to afford beans and toast.”

“You have one, Ron, for work, too. You train on it weekly with Harry and Hemera and the others. And you are eating better than beans and toast most days. Harry mentioned it in letters, sometimes.”

“It’s a bloody Keeper’s broom, designed to move at the barest touch, but it’s slow as fuck!” He turned and sniffed. “And the only way I will be able to afford to take you out every so often is working more shifts with George. Shit, I could use that broom in my job but there’s no bloody way I could afford one, not on what I bring home.”

“Ron, what is it? Why are you so unhappy at her good fortune?”

“Merlin, I’m happy for her, I really am, but I’m so – She always gets everything she wanted and I have to bloody well work my arse off for hand-me-downs and second-hand and ‘can you make do one more what-the-fuck-ever!’”

“This isn’t about the broom, is it?” He shook his head violently, fighting what he desperately wanted to explode about.

“Ron, please,” Hermione said.

“Even now, they dote on her and I have to practically beg!” He roared before sitting down hard on the ground. “Hell, even waiting to have dinner until she got there, even if she was an hour late.” He huffed again. “Damn fucking locket,” he said under his breath.

“Locket, love? Is this about what happened with the Locket?” Hermione waited patiently for Ron to talk about it. Harry was mum and told Hermione not to push him, that he’d tell her when he was ready.

His face and neck turned red. “Didn’t have to tell me,” He said. “I was already thinking it.”

Hermione sat down across from him, waiting patiently. It was a bit of a struggle but she’d learned a little this past year to let him work through what he was thinking and speak on his own terms. She worried her hands in the grass attempting to wait patiently.

“If anything happened ‘tween us, they always fussed at me, not her. She got away with everything,” he grumped. “She got new clothes, which I get that, but everything else was new, at least for her.”

Hermione scooted closer, knocking her knee up against his. Ron leaned over and plucked some long strands of grass and started shredding them in his bare hands.

“She never got in trouble, I did. She got jumpers in the color she wanted; green, while I had to make do with maroon. I despise maroon. She got new clothes and I got Bill and Percy’s hand-me-downs. She got pretty robes and a new wand and I got nothing.”

Hermione put her hand on his knee, fighting hard to not speak up and over him.

“Look, I know it was hard. I get it. I do. And it’s not like we ever went hungry. We might not have had enough of what we needed,” He recalled the revolting tinned corned beef his mum would send with him often, “or what we wanted, but it was enough. Or so I thought.”

Hermione nudged closer, close enough to take his enormous hand in her smaller ones.

“Shit, Mum was always chasing after the twins, trying to keep them from burning the house down, or setting my hair on fire, or hundreds of other things they were conniving. Sometimes she’d join them, gang up on me, and I’d be the one in trouble if she complained at all.

“And now, she’s dating Harry, signed a professional Quidditch contract, off to see everything, make galleons hand over fist, and bugger all the rest of us who have to scrape the fuck by.” He turned his head, facing towards the granite stone on his right. “Probably won’t lift a finger to help either, not like I do,” his voice trailed off.

“Ron?”

Ron looked up and saw his girlfriend – better yet, his best friend – sitting there, holding his hands.

“How much are you giving your parents?”

His jaw dropped and he stuttered a moment. “How’d you -  “ Her look pierced him. “200 galleons a month. Bill deducts it before I even get to touch it.” He rubbed the back of his neck while his face turned bright red in the fast-growing darkness.

“Ron! That’s almost half your month’s wages.”

“Look, I know, all right! It’s my parents, ya know? Why do you think I pull so many extra shifts, with the Aurors and George? Food’s not cheap, even if we get a break paying Harry rent and paying Kreacher’s wages. And having to wear nice clothes for work isn’t cheap either, not when they get grotty so fast while training or out on a mission.”

“Why, Ron? Ginny’s the last one at home and probably not much longer. They can do better, now.”

Ron sniffed before yanking his hand across his face. He turned towards the pond on his left, intentionally not looking at Hermione. “Bill told me that Charlie and Percy couldn’t afford to help, not on their incomes, and the twins sunk every dime of profit back into the shop their first year. They couldn’t afford to help either. And then all the shit went down, and Bill spent almost everything he saved in his vault, saved up to keep everyone afloat and fed, all ‘cept the Prat. He let it slip that Mum and Dad were scraping by on beans and toast for months, especially after Dad couldn’t go to work.”

“And you – “

He turned to face her, his eyes burning like the coldest part of the North Sea. “It’s one thing if I have to scrape two Knuts together to get a slice of toast but I’ll be arsed if my parents have to again. Fuck that. They sacrificed enough.”

“So you think it’s your responsibility to, what, pay for what they did for you? You think you owe them?”

“Well, yeah. No one else ‘cept Bill is. Ginny’s gonna need – ”

“You’re so full of shit, you arse!” Ginny stepped from behind the tree. Ron stood up immediately, towering over his sister. “I can’t believe you’re like this. After all the shit we’ve been through. You think I’m not going to help? You think I take them for granted like that?”

“You have to pay for that bloody broom for work, Ginny. And it’s not like they signed you for all the galleons in Gringott’s. Merlin, you just finished at Hogwarts last bloody week.”

Ginny put her hands on her hips with the wind blowing through her long ginger locks. “Actually, you sod, you stormed out before I could mention that. When I signed the contract this week, it was for a considerable amount annually. Why do you think I was willing to even pay that much for a broom for Quidditch, huh? Because I would be able to easily pay that back in short order. And for your information, you idiot,”

Ron crossed his arms, trying to keep from fidgeting yet pulling a face.

“I already spoke with Bill last weekend. Harry was with me and can back me up.  Bill and Harry, they paid for Dad’s last pay raise, courtesy of Bill, and Harry has been helping out, too. You’re not the only one, you twat. I insisted that 10 percent of my contract immediately went into our parent’s vault. It’s not like they won’t ever know but fuck that, you think that you’re the only one helping?”

Ron snorted.

“Look, you might have missed the last two matches, and missed tryouts because of work, but face it, brother of mine, I am that damn good. I signed for a contract 25% better than the league minimum. You know what the league minimum for this year is?”

“Oh and yeah.” He turned almost aubergine.

“Gwenog mentioned I’ll probably start as third chaser since their last two signed away elsewhere and they are short in the position. I’m that good.

“But you’re so damn hung up on me getting new things that you missed the biggest thing of all, you ass. You got to have your friends over every bleeding summer. Every single summer, Harry was here and so was Hermione: every single summer; every single Christmas break; every single bloody Holiday. Did you see Percy have that, huh? What about the twins? Fuck, did you ever see me having anyone over? No, you git. You’re the one who got to have your friends staying all bleeding summer. You’re the one who got to have fun with them, even if you had to do chores and other stuff. After my first year and all the shit that went down with Tom and the school, no one would dare want to be my friend, all ‘cept Luna and then I’d have to go over and visit with her for a few hours then come home. Her father wouldn’t let her come here at all, not after what happened.”

“Oh.”

Ginny huffed. “Look, you wish you had everything I had, and I wish I’d had everything you had. Face it, we’re both a bunch of envious sods jealous of what the other had. All right? Does that make you feel better?”

Ron looked at Hermione and saw her nodding along with Ginny.

“Yeah, I guess so. I didn’t realize it.”

“So now you can either keep giving Mum and Dad all your galleons or you can cut back, take this witch out on more dates and save yourself, like a ring you were harping on last week, and let me help Mum and Dad too. Sorted?

“Yeah, sorted.” Ron rubbed the toe of his boots into the dirt under the trees.

The two of them stood toe to toe, refusing to apologize.

“You want a ride on the broom or not?”

“You mean it, after everything?”

Ginny nodded. “Look, I have to be on the pitch, at practice, at six am. I have to be at Holyhead at 5am at the latest. A minute late and I’m running the stands for an hour. So yes, I mean it. Come on, you.” Ginny held her arm out and while it was comical, seeing Ron towering over his sister, even in her flying boots and attire, Hermione could only remark now painfully similar the last two Weasley siblings actually were.

Ron rubbed his knuckles on his sister’s head, earning her ire and a hearty chuckle from him.

“Ya know, for a git, you’re probably my favorite brother.”

“Bah. You tell all of us that.”

“Not true. I don’t tell Percy the Prat that, even if I did thank him for helping on the contract.”

Hermione came up on his other side, hugging him close to his magenta robes. “Well this one is my favorite, for sure.”

[flameaurasphere]

290518

Dear Diary,

“For true success, ask yourself these four questions: Why? Why not? Why not me? Why not now?” ~James Allen

Today’s Vesak Day -- a public holiday. You know what that means? NO SCHOOL. 🤩 I woke up at 8.30AM to have breakfast. Got bored and went back to nap till noon. Man, I’ve been sleeping way too much for the past few days. Am I depressed? Am I stressed out? Am I not getting enough exercise?

Today’s also the opening day of a new, 24h coffeeshop in my neighbourhood. I had chicken rice -- quite comparable to the one in the other, older coffeeshop -- but given a choice, I’d come back for this one cos they serve achar (some spicy pickled vege thing) at the side. We took a Grab to the Chinese temple at Waterloo Street. There was a mild drizzle and the entrance of the temple was crowded af. 😵 After praying in the temple, we went to this pop-up tent that was set up specially for Vesak Day. We queued up to “bathe” a mini Buddha statue with “holy water”, using a ladle. I think it brings good luck or smth. My mum donated a red packet, and a monk sprayed us with “holy water” on our heads using those spray bottle things you’d use on your plants lmfao.

We went to this bingsu (Korean dessert) cafe called Nunsongyee. This place easily sells one of the best bingsu in the country, albeit on the pricey side. We ordered the Red Velvet one (it’s a Mother’s Day special) and it was amazeballs. 👌 Cravings satisfied.

Afterward, we bought sushi from the supermarket for dinner. I’ve seen too many humans today; the dizzy spells are merciless. I wanted to be at home already. At the cashier, my mum placed the sushi on the counter and passed me some money so she could excuse herself to the loo while I pay for the sushi. This woman behind me, while placing her item on the counter, knocked over one of the sushi packets. For some reason, it got lost somewhere in the abyss of the cashier counter. I had to hold up the queue and retrieve a new packet of sushi. 😐 That bitch didn’t even utter a word of apology to me and made me look stupid, ugh. The cashier said sorry to me even though she wasn’t at fault. Huh. 😂

I watched Space Jam. Been wanting to rewatch that movie for a while. I remember my dad had an LD (the historic, huge ass version of a DVD) of it and we’d watch it tgt a few times. Ah, nostalgia. :”) This movie may be as old as my brother, but it’s still enjoyable. Old but gold.

~Flameaura

#dear diary #diary #flameaura

[bringmetolife-pwff]

Part One : Chapter Twenty - Zimbabwe

Evelyn was feeling better now and she was back to her old self.  She was packing for her trip to Zimbabwe with Chelsy and she couldn't be more excited as she had never been to South Africa before.

"I wanted to be the first one to take you to Africa," he told her with a pout.  

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise that you wanted to take me there. . ."

"It's quite alright," he waved a hand of his before grabbing her hand.  "Just as long as you promise me that some day you'll allow me to take you to see my Africa."

"Deal, I'll hold you to that Lieutenant," she grabbed his hand and kissed the palm of it.

"I always keep my word, Stormy," he winked back at her.

Eve felt her heart flutter at his new nickname for her.  Wills watched Eve pack and even helped by giving some helpful tips on outfits she should pack.  He told her to bring a mixture of clothing items ranging from jumpers just in case it rains and shorts as well as cami's.  She was glad that he had already been there as he was able to give her advice on her clothing items and of course she brought a swimsuit as well for when they would go to the beach.

William drove Evelyn to the airport as it was time for her to leave.  As he put the car in park, they snogged a bit and he helped her with taking her luggage out of the car as he had his sunglasses on.  He held her in his arms as her cheek was pressed to his chest.

"I'll miss you," she murmured as she tightened her arms around his waist.

"I'll miss you as well," he agreed with her as he tilted her face to look up at him.  He softly strokes her cheek with his thumb as he leans down and presses his lips to hers.  She smiles into the kiss, savouring the feeling of being with him before she was without him for almost two weeks.  

"Have fun, all right?" He told her even though he would miss her, especially since he had some off time from the military.

"I will," she smiled at him.  "I'll call you when I land," knowing how he would freak out if she didn't.  

He was always so protective of her and her security.  Wanting to make sure she was as safe as possible, if he had any control of it.  She remembered her talk with him the night before as they lay in her bed.

"Have you thought about when we want to go public?" Evelyn asked him as she lay in his arms and their legs were tangled together.  

"Yes and no," William told her as he thought about his next words carefully.  I would like us to have more time alone before we do.  More time to get to know each other and see if this is what you really want and to see how well we progress over the next months or so.  Would you be okay with that?"

"Yes, thank God," she breathed a sigh of relief, giggling slightly as her boyfriend sat up on his forearm and looked at her.

"What?  Were you nervous or something?" He teased lightly, laughing with her.

"God, yes."

"Really?  Why?" He asked shocked.

Eve sat up as well and took his large hand in her small hand.

"Because, you're you and I'm me.  I'm used to the spotlight now but growing up I always struggled with it.  I know that it will be different than my last relationship.  I know that the public will scrutinize the fact that I've been engaged before and possibly not be okay with it.  I also know that there will be a hell of a lot more paparazzi in our lives.  I've just never had to deal with it on that kind of an intense level before."

"I know," he tucks a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.  "That's what I'm most nervous about as well.  Because unlike my last relationship, we don't have the protection of the university to protect us from all of the intrusion.  I promise you this though, when the time does come for us to come out as a couple, I would like it to be on our own time.  That way we have the control, yeah?  What do you think about that?"

"I think," she took a deep breath letting it out as she traced circles on the palm of his hand making him shiver slightly.  "That sounds like a great plan."

"Yeah?" He raised his eyebrows as the wrinkles in his forehead increased  due to the expression.

"Yes," she exclaimed laughing and leaning in to her boyfriend to kiss him.  

His hand by instinct wrapped around her waist bringing her closer as the kiss got more heated and she landed back on the mattress again with him hovering above her.

*

"Welcome to Zimbabwe," Chelsy said to her friend as she spread her arms out a bit wider for emphasis.

"Oh wow," Eve exclaimed.  "It's beautiful Chels.  I'm so excited to explore!"

The two girls were going to spend their time at Chelsy's parents home instead of booking a room  at a hotel.  That way Evelyn also got a real sense of what Chelsy's life was like in Zimbabwe.  Chelsy wanted to show Evelyn all of her favourite spots and where show her the heart of her Zimbabwe.  The part that you wouldn't get to see if you were a tourist.  

"My parents should be here soon," Chelsy told her good friend.  

She was glad that she was close with Evelyn.  When William dated Kate they never got really close.  It felt nice to actually be close with someone else who was in the same boat as her.  

"What are their names again?" Eve asked as her eyebrows furrowed.

"Beverley and Charles," she nodded her head in confirmation.  "They're literally the best.  You'll love them!  I have a brother too, but he won't be here."

Growing up in Zimbabwe it gave Chelsy a different outlook on life.  She was able to live in a country that only most people dreamed of visiting for a holiday.  She never took life in Zimbabwe for granted and it was one of the many things her and Harry had in common.  

Chelsy was excited for this holiday and to be home again.

They were only two hours ahead of England, and decided to send her boyfriend a text that she made it there safely.  She was absolutely gutted when she found out that Wills would be home while she was away.  But she had made a commitment to Chelsy already and she was really excited to see Zimbabwe with her good friend.  

"Oh there they are," Chelsy pointed to the jeep as it made a stop on the side of the road for them and a blonde woman came out, that must be her mum.  

Chelsy let out a loud shriek of excitement and immediately went to hug her mum as Eve stayed behind a bit, letting the mum and daughter have their moment.  

"Mum, this is my good friend Evelyn.  Evelyn this is my mum, Beverley," Chelsy introduces the two.

"It's so nice to finally meet you," Beverley gushes to the young blonde.

"It's nice to finally meet you as well," Eve greets Chelsy's mum with a smile as Beverley pulls her in for a hug.  "I've heard so much about you."

"Thank you for letting me stay at your place while we're here," Eve told Beverley.

"It's no problem at all.  It's our pleasure.  You can call me Bev for short if you please."

*

Evelyn had slept in through almost half the morning unfortunately, due to jet leg and the long flight.  Unfortunately, Eve was never one to be able to sleep all through out long flights, only being able to get an hour or two of sleep at most.  Evelyn had texted William when they had landed and let him know that she missed him but that she would be taking loads of pictures to document the holiday.

She had decided to unplug from work and was leaving everything in her assistant, Samantha's hands.  

Rummaging through her luggage, she got out some pants and a rose gold cami as well as some flip flops.  It was sunny today with a slight wind making it slightly chilly.  She brought her jumper as well just in case she got cold through out the day.  Eve had put on minimal makeup and brought her purse with her belongings in it as well as her favourite polaroid camera that she can't travel without.

"How are you girls doing?" Bev asked Chelsy and Eve.

"We're doing good. Thanks again for letting me stay here," Eve thanked Chelsy's mum.

Beverley waved her hand.

"Oh darling, it's the least we could do. We love having both of you here. So, what are the plans for today?"

"Well, I was going to take Evelyn down to that little market place we shop at often. And then to our favourite spot that only locals go."

"When you go to the market place can you pick up some more of those spices I love? Oh maybe some flowers if you see any. I'll give you money."

"It's alright, mum. I can pay for them. I'll get them for you."

Chelsy and her family always loved fresh food and spices. Whenever they went to the market place Beverley always got her favourite spices that were cloves, pepper, ginger, garlic and shichimi.  The girls also bought some fresh fruit and a beautiful bouquet of flowers for the home as they walked down the dirt road.  Their would be street sellers lined along the whole road with their own "shops" selling whatever they had.  

"Oh pretty lady, would you like to try some alcohol?" A man came up to Evelyn in particular.

"What is it?" Eve asked curious.

"Coco loco," he exclaims happily.  "Bols banana, malibu and pineapple juice."

"It's free?" Eve questions.

"Free!  Free sample."

"Is it safe?" Eve murmured to Chelsy, knowing she wouldn't normally take free alcohol from people in a foreign place she had never been before.

"Completely!  I trust them.  How have you been Dakarai?" Chelsy greeted the man she had grown to know over the years.

"Alright and you?"

"Great.  This is my good friend Evelyn.  Evelyn this is Dakarai.  He's the owner of the restaurant owner of Mangwanani which means good morning in shona."

"It's nice to meet you," Eve greeted him with a smile.

"You as well.  Any friend of Chelsy's is a friend of ours.  Please have a sample of the Coco loco and any others you wish to try.  If you are interested in them we do sell them over there."

"Thank you, I'll have one," Eve said giving in and giving one to Chelsy as well.

They both drank the sample of the alcohol tipping their heads back.  Eve could feel the slight burn of the alcohol hit the back of her throat but she could also taste the sweetness as she loved the drink.

"That's so good," Eve said to her friend.

"Right?"  Chelsy laughed.  "Want to look in their shop?"

"Yes."

*

"You know, I'm glad we're friends," Chelsy told Evelyn with a smile on her face as she took her hand, then letting go just as quick.  "Truthfully, I was never close with Kate and it just made things awkward."

"What was she like?" Eve asked curious.

Evelyn was always curious about Kate and her relationship with the others when she started dating William.  She never felt as though she could ask Wills though as she wasn't sure if it was a sensitive topic or not and he didn't ask about her ex unless she spoke of him.  But she didn't like talking about him as she didn't really like to live in the past with him.

"She was all right," Chelsy shrugged her shoulders.  "A bit quiet though and never really tried to get to know me like you have.  She was more reserved, which is fine.  But it also made things very awkward at events or family get-togethers.  I tried to get along with her - I really did.  But I was done after Kate wouldn't make half of the effort.  Instead, I just focused on my relationship with Harry and the rest of family."

Evelyn nodded her head, listening to her intently.  

"Can I ask what it was like for you when you and Harry first came out as a couple?" she asked quietly.  

This was what Eve was most nervous for.  She and Wills weren't hiding it from everyone or the press but they wanted be sure about each other before it was too early.  Eve had met his family and even the Queen before they were technically dating, but not since they were official, although she would get together with Harry and his friends quite often.

"It was daunting," Chelsy's shoulders shivered slightly due to the fear.  "I mean - I'm still young.  I was nineteen when I began dating him and I wasn't used to spotlight like you are.  I'm still not.  There are some days when I feel very alone like I'm the only one whose going through this because no one else besides family or close friends reach out to you.  There are days where I have more than an hour conversation on the mobile with Harry.  Him having to reassure me and why we're dating.  I feel terrible for having my doubts but I don't like being in the spotlight and I just want it to be me and him as Harry not Prince Harry.  I'm sorry if I'm scaring you with my information but I just think you need to know what it could be like.  Luckily for you though, you're used to it.  What was it like for you?" she asked as she ate some papaya.

Evelyn paused before gathering her words wisely.

"Believe me, I'm still not really used to it.  I don't really know why the media or normal people are interested in me or who I date because I'm not famous.  I'm a fashion designer.  It's my dad who is famous.  I just so happened to be his daughter.  It's hard though because it's like people think they have this perception of who you are and what you are like and when you're trying to grow up it does get very lonely to make friends.  I was never very popular in school, despite what the tabloids say."

"Do you mind if I ask when you and William will come out as a couple?" The Zimbabwe beauty asked her as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"I'm not sure," Eve shrugged her shoulders.  "I know though that when we do come out we want it to be on our terms.  Whenever that may be.  We want to be in control."

#bringmetolife-pwff prince William princewilliamfanfic britishroyalfamily prince harry kate middleton romance fanfiction

[scrapyardboyfriends]

Yesterday on...

Plotdale - 12th April 2017

[Running in the Village with Robert and Aaron who look unfairly adorable in their running gear *Fan Baiting Alert*] AARON: Why don’t you just go home Robert? You’re clearly not fit enough to keep up with me. (DANNY: Plus, Ryan, I know your knee is still bothering you and I can’t watch you limp anymore, bro) ROBERT: No Aaron, you’re my number one priority, so I must be seen doing these kinds of activities with you. If you’re going to be doing an activity that you’ve previously used as a method of self harming I have to appear willing to go with you to keep an eye on you. Plus, I need a reason to be outside right now. (RYAN: It’s getting better, honest. Nice that they keep giving me all these scenes where I have to walk and run though. But hey, at least the plot says I get to stop for now) *Two lines of cute banter* - for the fans ROBERT: Go on Aaron, I have a plot cramp. I’ll catch you up. AARON: Doubt it.

[In the Village with Robert and Rebecca. Swing set clearly shown as Robert walks by…as if the audience needed a reminder] ROBERT: Have you done the thing I’m forcing you to do yet? I have my evil reputation to keep up. REBECCA: Later today, as you asked. I am deeply conflicted about this. Doesn’t it show? ROBERT: What time is it exactly? I need to know so I can stalk you later and make sure you really did the thing. REBECCA: *Shows appointment on phone* There you go. Happy stalking! Oh and just to give you another opportunity to sound like a jerk, happy now? ROBERT: I will be when it’s done. (Thanks, I needed that. I wasn’t sure my jerkish side was properly showing in this scene yet)

[Dale View with Rebecca, Ross, and of course our favorite reminder, Moses!] REBECCA: *slightly cutesy voice to show potential maternal side* Hello adorable child. ROSS: I was gonna call you but the plot dictated I wait for you to come see me holding my adorable son. REBECCA: I’m sorry about everything. I didn’t want you to find out when you did but it had to be done in public so that Robert could hear it too and look utterly panicked while his husband stood by completely oblivious in what he considered a ‘country squire’ look. ROSS: Do you want to go to bed? No, not you Rebecca, I just needed to say a weird line that could sound like innuendo just to make this whole situation more awkward but still come out vaguely endearing at the end of it. Just give me a second. *Puts Moses down to read a book* *Good Dad Alert* ROSS: I still don’t get it. We were dead careful with protection when we were shagging in the toilet and all those other half drunken times! REBECCA: I know. Totally! That’s because we were never meant to have a child together.  ROSS: Look I’m not ready to be a dad again and I know that’s not where this plot is going, which is *Whew!* what a relief. I mean to be constantly tied to you and your plots has been terrible for me so far.  REBECCA: Don’t worry about it. I’m getting rid of it and I’m really sad about it for plot reasons that I can’t get into right now.  ROSS: Do you want me to come with you? *Good ‘Boyfriend’ Alert* REBECCA: No I’m better on my own. And the plot needs me to be by myself so that Robert can come and yell at me later outside the clinic. But I’m telling you all this now so that you’ll show up too for further plot things.

[The Cafe with Rebecca and Victoria] VICTORIA: Hey, you’re still pregnant and I’m not. Do you want this gross test back that I’ve been carrying around for days for no reason. I hear people like to keep them. REBECCA: Only if they’re keeping the baby, which I’m not for the moment.  VICTORIA: I didn’t realize. Is Ross not being perfect through all of this? Cause it’s just as much his fault as it is yours. REBECCA: Yeah if it were Ross’s kid it would be an even split of the blame but since it’s Robert’s, I’m definitely just the victim in all of this because he needs to look like the bad guy. But Ross has been surprisingly understanding for the sake of the plot and comparison to Robert. But he’s not looking to add another random child to his screen time and I’m not allowed to have this baby because Robert is evil so… VICTORIA: But are you sure? *Sounds of fandom screaming SHUT UP VIC!* REBECCA: I’ve made up my mind *Fandom sigh*

[Cafe with Victoria and Adam] ADAM: Hey Babe, I know you’re upset about not being pregnant but let’s just tease a Bartsugsy double date *Fan Baiting Alert* VICTORIA: The fans wouldn’t enjoy it right now but I’m not in the mood anyway. Let’s just forget about getting pregnant for now. The plot wants me to be sad about not having a baby I desperately want while my idiot brother and his one night stand run around arguing over getting rid of theirs. ADAM: Oh come on Babe! It’s just plot, it’s nothing to get upset over!

[Dale View with Ross and Pete] PETE: Our taxi firm is failing because there’s no way it ever should have worked anyway. We need money. ROSS: Huh? Sorry I’m really distracted by my not really girlfriend aborting the baby that’s not mine anyway. But money, yeah. *Files that thought away for a later scene* Look, the plot needs me to go stand outside a clinic at the perfect time to see Robert and Bex arguing. I have to hurry. I can’t be late.

[Robert and Rebecca outside the clinic] ROBERT: Please Bex! REBECCA: Please what, Robert? Please tell you I did the thing so you can go back to your life like this storyline was never planned in the first place? *Fan’s Screaming YES PLEASE!* ROBERT: You better not have changed your mind because the fans still need to have hope that this will all go away. REBECCA: It’s not a quick fix, Robert. I have to wait! ROBERT: What the hell for? REBECCA: Do you really want all the details? ROBERT: Actually yes and the audience would too. Do explain. REBECCA: Well, first I have to actually have an ultrasound to make sure this plot is really happening and we’re not getting out of it that easily. Then I have to arbitrarily wait a month after that. ROBERT: Why? That can’t be right. REBECCA: (EMILY: Because you and Danny have holidays to go on, Ryan. Maybe the fans can blame you for this story being dragged out more instead of sending me hate) ROBERT: (RYAN: Right. I’ve got a Brazilian wedding to go to with my perfect wife. Wow, I’m so glad I never got forced into being on social media!) ROBERT: Bex, I’m so sorry about all of this, really. I don’t want the audience to think I’m all bad. I’ve really grown as a person this last year and a half.  REBECCA: Yeah, but last time you told me that it wasn’t the right time for us but if I accidentally got pregnant again when you slept with me on one of your bad days, that we would get to play happy families! I am such an idiot to have ever listened to a word you said! ROBERT: Now you’re getting it. But I did mean it at the time, honest! REBECCA: I don’t even care anymore *Speaking for the fandom, unfortunately* ROSS: *watches from afar and starts generating an idea to move the plot along*

[Rebecca and Ross at Home Farm] ROSS: *being shifty* Hey how are you? REBECCA: Still pregnant. Have to wait a month for reasons out of my control. ROSS: *still being shifty* Shame, you should have taken someone with you, a friend perhaps. Maybe a certain tall blonde who’s currently shacked up with his bit of rough.  REBECCA: Nope, I was totally on my own. There was no one else there and that’s fine with me. ROSS: You know what, we were barely in a relationship anyway and it was only for various plot reasons. Remember that time I made out with you so that the woman I actually pine over could steal money from your family! That was fun. Anyway. I think we should end our non existent thing. REBECCA: Yeah, fine, sure. If you don’t mind though, I’m going to cry after you shut the door because I’m still working on that audience sympathy thing. 

[Adam and Victoria in the Woolpack kitchen] ADAM: No double date *Fan Baiting False Alarm* VICTORIA: It’s fine, they wouldn’t have been that happy about it.  ADAM: I’m sorry the plot still won’t let us get pregnant. We should go to the doctor and find out why. Now that I’ve decided I really want this baby, I will of course be the problem. But I love you, Vic, and I probably won’t do anything at all to screw that up after I find out I’m the problem. VICTORIA: Love you too babe!

[Pete, Ross, Robert and Aaron in the Pub] PETE: We’re still struggling for money. It’s all Finn’s fault ROSS: I know a way we can get the money! AARON: *Phone Rings* It’s Liv. Let me go in the back and leave you to the plot Robert, so I can remain in the dark about everything. ROSS: Hey, Rob, I bet your husband would love to know that Rebecca is carrying your baby. Don’t even bother trying to deny it. I was, of course, standing outside the clinic while you were arguing with Rebecca.  ROBERT: You’re crazy! I’m with Aaron. In fact I’m going to go talk to him now because I’m starting to panic.

[Robert and Aaron in the back room of the pub] AARON: Sandra is still conveniently not doing well we Liv and my mum have to stay put. (DANNY: Lucy and Isobel’s time off is really messing with the pacing of this storyline.) ROBERT: We should totally go and visit. We never got a honeymoon because the plot had to have you go to prison so that you could spiral and we could fight and I could do….stuff…so we should go now and see your mum who hates me and your sister. (RYAN: But we have holidays too Danny, so we’re all screwing it up) AARON: I don’t know, this seems suspicious but okay, we’ll go. As long as you can get time off work.  ROBERT: We’ve covered this, I only do my job when it serves the plot or I need an excuse. Plus, I’d do anything for you! *Reminds the audience that I love you and only you*

[Robert and Ross in the Pub] ROSS: Running away Robert? ROBERT: Yes, it’s the logical thing to do. We have to drag this out as long as possible but I still want to enjoy time with my husband so we can’t be here. ROSS: Maybe I should tell Aaron anyway.  ROBERT: No, don’t! I really want to enjoy the next two weeks. What do you want? ROSS: Money of course. ROBERT: Now that I’ve finally been allowed to say I have money again, I’m not paying you a penny. ROSS: Then I’ll just tell Aaron that you and Rebecca were at it when he was banged up in prison. Wow, this storyline is really harsh! I’d like five grand please. I think Aaron’s worth it, don’t you? ROBERT: *Looks really guilty* Good thing Aaron can’t see my face right now. 

#robron #emmerdale #plotdale #this got soooo long #I"m sorry