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themultifandomgal · 2 years ago

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Finn Cole- Red Carpet Interview

Finn and I exist our car together ready for our season 5 premiere and interviews. I smooth out my dress before taking Finns arm and we make our way down the carpet taking photos and doing interview

"Hi, how are you both this evening?" One of our interviewers asks

"We're good thank you, excited for tonight" I smile replying

"Watching the show it's about the Shelby family, but I get the impression you guys are actually a family off screen. You both seem to be with Harry a lot when your not filming"

"Yeah we're definitely a family, and I think we're lucky that we can say that" Finn says with a hand now around my waist

"Harry and I are the closest in age he's only like a year older than me so we have really grown up together from season 1. I always say that Harry is my annoying twin, Cillian is the dad, Paul the cool uncle, Sophie is my big sister and Jos like a brother to me"

"A real family then. I guess that makes filming so fun and easy for you guys?"

"Definitely. I can't imagine working on a set we're you haven't got these friendships" Finn replies

"I have to say in the last season we saw YCN toughen up a bit, will that continue throughout the next season?"

"For sure. We are going to see a lot of different things that YCN will struggle with which makes her really angry I guess and at times she will loose her cool"

We're then moved on to our next interview

"Hi how are you doing?" we're asked again

"We're well thank you"

"It's so lovely to see everyone coming out and dressing up. I've seen some people in period clothing"

"Oh wow I love that"

"That's brilliant. That's what we've, we've created a show we're people can get involved and can dress up and can enjoy it for the same reasons we can enjoy it and it's a really special thing in tv..." I see Natasha walk over to us smiling

"Oh hello" I smile interrupting Finn

"Hello" she smiles back

"Sorry babe carry on, I get distracted so easily" I tell the interviewer who laughs

"We we're just saying how nice it is to see everyone dressed up"

"Oh I love it, and the vibe, I wash just told that this is where they would stand to sign up for the war. And since the show focuses so heavily on PTSD it's really quite emotional" Nat says

"As actors what is it about Stevens writing that jumps out of that script when you first see it"

"Oh I only read my parts" I joke but don't last long because I start laughing "No I'm kidding. Erm for me it's how I'm kept at the edge of my seat. Like I can't ever predict what's going to happen"

"You can hear the music coming of the pages"

"It's one of those experiences reading something where it's so visual but every sentence is so exciting" I nods agreeing with Finn

"YN in season 4 we finally got to see YCN fall in love. Will that transpire into this season?"

"Yes. Unfortunately Jordan had brier engagements so wasn't able to film with us anymore so Daryl was casted and he's just slotted right in with all of us"

"What about Micheal. Will we get to see him fall in love this season?"

"Ah that you'll have to wait and see" Finn says making me chuckle because his answer basically was yes.

Move move on to another interview this time just Finn and I. This time it's an interviewer who has interviewed me since season 1

"It's good to see you both again"

"It's good to see you as well. How have you been?" I ask

"I really good thank you. You know I look back at my old interviews with you all and everyone looks practically the same, but then there's you and Harry who now look like actually adults" I laugh at her making the comment

"I know it's crazy. We filmed the pilot when I was 12 and now I'm 20 so it's crazy that nearly 10 years I've been with these guys"

"Well what is the dynamic like on set of a program of a drama like peaky blinders because it's very intense"

"Oh it's horrible" Finn jokes earning a nudge off me

"You know what's weird we would be doing a really intense scene but the moment we hear cut, we all burst out laughing" I say smiling "in season 4 I had to throw a drink at Lizzie but I only really had one chance so we did it over and over again with an empty cup. Then when we were ready we did it for real and I felt to bad. So as soon as we stopped filming I hugged her and kept apologising while Nat was just laughing the whole time"

Finn and I finish up with more interviews and some photos, watching the first episode of season 5 and then finally going to a little after party with all of the cast.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #finn cole #finn cole x reader #michael grey imagines #michael gray

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starzzach · 8 months ago

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idk if youre still taking these but... aranged charlos?

yes of course i am still taking them anon! i don't know if you're coming from ao3 bc this is a published ongoing wip w/ 2 chapters to go. i honestly had to take a full step back from the constant fretting about finishing it, one reason being to prevent burnout and one reason being i am currently on vacation lol

it's basically about charlos getting contractually married very young and having babies (this was the idea when first developed).

another reason being that i have scrapped the 15th chapter about six times at this point, and even though i've written multiple notes for it actually writing it has been ... tough, to say the least. i will recommend, if you haven't read 'i take my whiskey (neat)', to not click under the cut!

i decided to include a bit of the epilogue instead of the 15th chapter purely bc i have written that most recently !!

they look at each other, his father with mild confusion and his dad with mild concern. his dad speaks first, coughing, “rafa, this is…?”

rafael springs into action. “this is ella,” he introduces as she waves hello. “she’s my, erm, my girlfriend.” he grins, hoping to earn their sympathy. “ella, these are my parents, charles and carlos,” pointing to each of them in turn. “i think my siblings are outside–”

“i’ll take you,” his father offers, still slightly confused. “we are, ah, grilling out back. do you like grill? i can show you out–” he stops, scratching the back of his neck, thinking hard. “we have invited a lot of people, but i’ll just walk with you so you don’t get lost.”

ella shoots him a panicked look before she’s shepherded nervously off to the back with his equally nervous father. his eyes follow their retreating figures, tightlipped, and his only thought is that they hadn’t been so scared of millie’s girlfriend. tearing his gaze away, his attention rests on his dad. he looks amused, fighting a smile, his arms crossed over his chest. he leans over the counter, towering over rafael from where he’s stood on the platform.

“so,” he starts. “why is this the first time i am hearing of this girlfriend?”

rafael blushes high in his face, his ears turning red. “it’s new,” he sighs, pointed. “she’s in one of my classes, in english. she’s really nice, i think you’ll really like her.”

“yeah?” he says. it’s not a question. “how long have you been, you know, together?”

“two months, but i’ve known her for longer.”

his dad nods, thoughtful. he steps off the counter, his palm cold against rafael’s back. he stands slightly taller than his dad, something he takes advantage of, pulling him into a hug, squishing him. “my baby, all grown up,” he murmurs.

“daaaaad,” he whines, nearly suffocating. “stop, i’m not a little kid–”

his dad lets go, but cradles his face between his hands, pulling at his cheeks. “you’ll always be little to me,” he says, eyes twinkling. it’s the only part of him that stands truly the same from twenty years ago, resistant to time and change. “come, let us make sure your papa has not scared ella back to new york.”

he laughs at that, a little strangled, because he thinks the opposite is also entirely possible. laura materialises when they step out, blinking owlishly up at him behind her circle frames. “i met your girlfriend,” she says, eyes narrowed. she clutches a book to her chest and rafael has to stop himself from rolling her eyes because it’s so stereotypical of laura to be studying at their family cookout. “how do you have a girlfriend?”

this time he does roll his eyes, wrangling her in for a one armed hug. “good to see you too, chiquita,” he mutters. her reply is lost in her derogatory mumbling. “where is she? ella?”

“being harassed by your brothers,” comes his dad’s reply, a note of alarm in his tone. “you go and say hi to your uncles before they keel over and die, i’ll deal with this.”

laura and rafael watch as their dad wrangles their twin brothers into obedience, apologising to an even more apologetic ella. at ten, marco and miguel are getting up to absolutely no good, and have just started to grow out of the inseparable phase. it doesn’t mean they don’t team up to cause havoc at times like this – quite the opposite by their display just now. rafael feels uneasy, sweat starting to form. he coughs, gesturing, “i should– i should go over there, right?” he asks. “that’s something i should do?”

laura eyes him with no small amount of disdain, but her expression softens when she gently pushes at his shoulder. “you’re a real idiot you know that?” are the words that come out of her mouth. “seriously, you must be so glad millie’s inheriting the company instead of you, what a disaster that would have been–”

“–yeah, yeah, i’ve got it,” he grumbles, secretly pleased.

ella doesn’t notice him coming, her shoulders tense when he gets his hands on them. he pulls her into his embrace. “hey, you,” he says, willing his voice not to shake. “you’re okay?”

she sighs, relaxing just the slightest bit. “you know, in the car i was going over everyone’s names, and what you’ve said they like,” she admits. “but there’s like… so many. i couldn’t even figure out which one of your brothers i was talking to.”

rafael snorts. he smoothes down the sleeves of her shirt, trying to be comforting. “don’t worry, i had trouble with it for years. i still do, when they’re playing tricks.”

“ah, ella, i’m sorry, i had to take this call,” his father’s voice says from behind them. he’s smiling, awkward, but he’s smiling. “hi, rafa. did you–” his face falls, he must have seen his dad berating his brothers behind them. “oh, you met the twins?”

“she did,” rafael answers for the two of them, grimacing. “they’re being, well, you know better than me. how they’ve always been.”

his father sighs, muttering, “may lord help us all until they grow up,” in spanish as he passes them by, patting rafael’s shoulder.

of course they had more babies. is anyone surprised?

#zach answers asks #zach writes #tag game #charlos #staring mournfully at my wips

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clarkes-and-god · 2 years ago

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"Iva? What's wrong?"

"It's just so hard, and I'm going to have to do it forever and ever and ever until I die and then I'm probably going to go to Hell because I'm not doing it good enough and I bet I'll still be doing it in Hell because I hate it so much."

"Do what? I mean, I think whatever it is you won't have to do it forever, I don't think anything really happens forever, like-"

"Stop talking! You're a boy, it's not the same. You don't have to do anything forever. I do, it's not fair. You get to go to the library or go fishing and do fun stuff. I have to help Mom all day, and then when I'm older I have to get married and it will be even worse because no one will help me!"

"Oh, right, erm, do you want to talk about it? I didn't really know that upset you so much."

"Jannes, it's awful! I get up and I have to help Moselle eat her breakfast, and it's gross. She gets food everywhere and it's all slimy and chewed and touching it makes me want to throw up, but I have to clean it all up or it's more work for Dassy and Beth. And Dad and Natan always complain if their breakfast isn't cooked right, and they're so annoying and it's already so noisy that sometimes I want to slap them. But if I'm not smiley, Mom yells at me for having an attitude, so I can't tell them to stop or anything. And then all day I have to try do my homeschool but the baby is always crying or the little ones need me to help them with their work, or Moselle wants me to play with her. She's so clingy, I hate it, she's always touching me with her little sticky hands. So then Mom and Dad think I'm dumb because I suck at homeschool, and they tell me off for it. And then when Dad gets home, Mom makes me work out with her because I'm fat, and she doesn't let me eat too much in case I gain weight, so I'm always hungry. She says it's important so I'm pretty and I can get a husband, but if I try wear pretty clothes or do my hair nice then I get yelled at because that's too pretty and it's vain and leading men into sin. So I just do nothing right! And Dassy and Beth do everything right, and they're always really happy to do it, and they're skinny and not leading men into sin. I'm never going to be good like them, so I'm going to marry some awful man like Uncle Tobias who's really mean and he'll probably hit me because I'll be a bad wife. And then I'll probably have all these horrid sticky children who just won't leave me alone!"

"You're not bad! Please don't say all those nasty things about yourself, they're not true, I swear. You're not dumb, and you're not fat, and you're not vain. You know, sometimes I read books at the library that I'm not meant to, and there's all sorts of cool things in them. I think you'd like all the stuff they say you can do in those books more than what Mom says you can do. Like, space is cool, and dinosaurs, and especially Jurassic Park. They make dinosaurs in that! And they have magazines like Vogue, I think you would like that one. It's got lots of clothes in it, and there's lots of women in it who have actual jobs. I think the lady on the copy I saw was a makeup artist for movie stars."

"But I'm still here and I can't be a makeup artist, even though it sounds cool! Dad would kill me, he'd say that it's not what God wants for women, and it's a sin."

"I mean, I don't think God would want you to be sad and running around after sticky children forever. And there's lots of Christians who think women should have jobs if they want. I read a textbook about Christianity, and there's lots of views. Mom and Dad might be wrong, it's not like Dad's Jesus."

"I mean, that's true. I actually think they're wrong quite a lot. Like, what boy is gonna notice when I do my hair different? Boys don't notice that! Maybe when I'm older I can do something so I can go away and not have a mean husband and gross kids."

"Only if you take me with you! Dad won't let me be a scientist because then I'd have to tell him he's wrong about most of the things he teaches in church. You know, the science in the books at the library is completely different to the homeschool science. Like, dinosaurs didn't live with humans, apart from in Jurassic Park, and Jurassic Park is pretend. I'm going to take you to the library with me so I can show you, and I'll show you Vogue. But I'm not going to go on my own, ok? I don't want Mom to be mean to you when I'm not there."

"That's really nice, thank you. I know we're supposed to like all our siblings equally, but you're my favourite brother."

"Well, you're my favourite sister."

#iva #jannes #fundie sims #quiverfull sims #fundie snark #fundie simblr #modest sims #satire #homeschool sims

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lovelylogans · 2 years ago

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the parent trap

CHAPTER ONE: prologue

Across the world from each other, two very different families help two very similar boys pack their bags.

Seven Pembroke Lane was not a home particularly accustomed to chaos.

Indeed, any passerby who would happen to peek into the window of the right side of the duplex bedroom that overlooked Pembroke Lane, London, England, likely would not see anything amiss.

A bed unmade, the only spot of mess in a spotlessly tidy room; a suitcase on top of it; a closet cracked open; a man in a suit folding clothes, another man in a suit frowning down at a notepad, an old man with his face hidden behind a newspaper, and a young boy rifling through his dresser.

But in the world of the Jameses, this passed for very chaotic indeed.

For Roman James, aged 11, for the very first time in his young life, was going abroad for the first time.

Alone.

Not entirely alone, naturally; there would be other children at Camp Walden for Boys, likely all eager to spend eight weeks away from their own overbearing parents, and camp counselors to supervise them all.

But Roman knew none of them. So he was quite anxious that he would be very alone indeed.

All three of his guardians were not particularly helping matters, though they were certainly trying to.

“Let’s run through my list again, shall we?” says the man who has been frowning down at a notepad and thoughtfully editing it—and the contents of the suitcase—for the better part of a fortnight.

“Hang on!” Roman says, seizing a crumpled, ripped photograph and tucking it hastily out of sight from three pairs of supervisory eyes, grabbing something else as cover, and rushing over to his suitcase. “All right, now that I’ve got—erm—my jumper.”

“A jumper?” Roman’s father says, frowning. “Darling, it’ll be summer. It’s quite a bit warmer there than it is here. I doubt you’ll need it.”

“What if it gets cold on the plane?” Roman protests. “Or at night! It gets cold at night, Dad.”

“A jumper is on the list, Janus,” Logan, Roman’s uncle (to be precise, Dad’s cousin and Roman’s first cousin once removed) says, tapping his pen against the notepad.

“Oh, all right, all right,” Dad says. “Give it here, then, I’ll fold it for you as you go over the list, go on.”

Roman, happy to have it off his hands, promptly passes it over as he tucks the photograph up his sleeve; a magic trick learned from his cards-loving grandfather.

“Very well,” says Logan, adjusting his spectacles on his nose. “Minerals?”

“Check,” Roman says, pointing.

“Vitamins?”

“Check.”

“List of your daily fruits and vegetables?”

“Check, check.”

Logan arches an eyebrow. Roman grins up at him.

“Check for fruits, check for vegetables.”

“Sunblock? Lip balm? Shampoo, conditioner, body wash? Insect repellent?”

Roman punctuates each with a nod and a point.

“American dollars for you to get snacks at the airport, stationary, stamps… photographs of your father, grandfather—”

Roman begins rifling through his suitcase.

“And uncle,” Dad adds.

“Of course,” Roman says, holding up a modest stack of photographs; if one looked very closely, they could see a ripped scrap secreted out of a sleeve and tucked carefully between an image of Grandfather reading the newspaper in the study and one of Uncle Logan absorbed in a novel.

“Clothes—that, we checked yesterday—raincoat, wellies, trainers, socks—”

“—accessories, including rings, bracelets, bracelet-making supplies, and earrings,” Dad says, reaching out to gently tweak his son’s ear, pierced to match his own, done on an outing on Roman’s most recent birthday the prior October.

“… all right, I think that’s everything,” Logan says.

“Not quite,” Grandfather says from the corner, tucking away his newspaper and pulling out a plastic-wrapped little box with a red bow on top; Roman laughs, recognizing the size and shape on sight.

“A spanking new deck of cards,” Grandfather announces, depositing the box into Roman’s hands. “Perhaps you’ll actually find someone on the continent who can whip your tush at poker!”

“Well, I doubt it,” Roman says with an absolute lack of modesty, taking it and tucking it carefully between the photographs and pillbox with minerals, vitamins, and minor fixes for every possible malady he could contract. “But thanks.”

“Now, you remember,” Logan says. “I’ll be taking you all the way to the gate to drop you off, but if you change your mind about wanting me to come pick you up and fly back to London with you, I’ll only be a phone call away.”

“I’ll be fine,” Roman says, trying to inject his voice with a bravado he cannot quite muster up to actually feel.

“If you’re sure—”

“I am,” Roman says. “Thanks, really. But it’ll be all right!”

He closes the suitcase with a solid sense of finality.

“And you’ve all promised to write,” he says, pinning each James with a stern expression he hopes does Logan proud. “You’ll have to tell me every little thing that happens around here, especially anything new!”

“I doubt there’ll be much new here,” Logan says. Roman attempts to make his expression even more stern.

“But yes,” Logan amends, “of course we’ll write.”

“Of course!” Grandfather echoes.

“It’s only eight weeks,” Dad says, smoothing a hand over Roman’s freshly trimmed hair. “Not that much can change in eight weeks, my darling.”

Roman gives him a look that says he very much doubts it.

⁂

Parker Knoll in Napa, California, was very much accustomed to chaos, and if any passerby had managed to traverse the miles of greenery and grapevines to peek into the topmost window of the bedroom that overlooked the Parker’s personal backyard, they would absolutely know it.

“Remus Parker, where on earth did you put the sunscreen? I just brought it in here not ten minutes ago!”

“Aw, Virgil, how should I know?” protests the half-visible Remus Parker in question, aged eleven, who has squirmed under his bed up to his waist. “We’ve been chucking everything I own into that duffle for hours! Ask Pa!”

“This room is a black hole, I swear to God,” Virgil mutters, rolling his flannel up his elbows and putting his hands on his hips, surveying the mounds of dirty clothes, discarded books, empty water bottles, and various tchotchkes. “If I were a bottle of sunscreen…”

“Oops, sorry, Virgil! Remus is right, I know where that went—hang on—”

The father in question buries his arm up to the elbow into the duffle before emerging triumphant. “Already packed!”

“Okay, well, put it back, that’s one thing done,” Virgil sighs, before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why did we leave this to the day before?”

“‘Cause—”

“No, not you,” Virgil says, pointing to Remus’ lower half. “I know why you didn’t start packing early, packrat, I’m talking to your procreator.”

“He’s leaving tomorrow?” Pa says, his eyes immediately beginning to well up with tears.

“That’s why,” Virgil sighs. “The crying. That’s why.”

“For eight entire weeks?!” He continues, rapidly choking up.

But Pa is rapidly distracted by what would be a crying moment by the intrusion of a well-loved, four-legged creature bounding into the room.

“Sammy!” Remus yells, wrapping his arms around the golden retriever’s middle and promptly attempting to haul him up onto the bed, into the duffle; Sammy, well used to such antics, simply hops up onto the bed. Remus, undeterred, yanks open his lime green duffle bag as wide as it will go.

“No, no, you are not bringing Sammy—”

“But Sammy would be so useful at summer camp!”

“Give me one reason how Sammy would be useful at summer camp, instead of staying here where he has tons of food and land to run around on and people to play with him that he knows and likes,” Virgil says, his hands on his hips.

Remus wavers from where he’s trying to zip Sammy into the duffle without pinching his tail.

“...homesickness,” Remus decides.

“Oh, you are not—”

“Homesickness,” Pa says, his voice cracking with the emotion of his baby boy potentially experiencing homesickness, pressing his fingertips under his eyes in an attempt to stave off tears. “Oh, Remus—”

Virgil pins Remus with an expression that says look what you’ve done. Remus attempts to communicate what I’ve done, whose idea was it to send me off to summer camp for eight weeks in the name of social enrichment?! The one crying! but he probably isn’t as successful.

“Aw, Pa,” Remus grumbles as Pa pulls him in tight for a hug. Remus rolls his eyes, mostly as a show for Virgil, but he doesn’t make any movement to break away from it.

He can’t help it if his dad gives the best, tightest, warmest, most affectionate hugs ever. What’s he supposed to do, not savor it? He takes pride in being a little freak of nature, but he’s not that much of a freak.

“You don’t have to go if you really, really don’t want to, kiddo,” Pa says, taking a moment to ruffle Remus’ hair, upsetting the white streak he’s been religiously maintaining despite his otherwise general aesthetic of unkempt ruffian-ness since his birthday the previous October, before he lets go.

“I do wanna go,” Remus says. “Seriously. I mean, where else am I gonna be able to canoe and fence and learn how to use tie-dye in the way that’s gonna stain the most clothes and play poker and—?”

Pa’s lip is still wobbling.

Remus decides it’s time for a failsafe in how to keep sincerity away from him. So he guides his father’s hand to Sammy’s soft, thick fur.

“Pet Sammy,” he orders. Pa obligingly begins to pet Sammy, laughing a little as Sammy tries to lick the tears off his face.

Remus tries to smother a grin at the sight and so returns to attempting to fit his entire body under his bed.

“Virgil’s right—Sammy’s gonna stay here because you’re gonna need him, clearly, I’m going to do just fine at camp,” Remus says, then, under his breath, “oh, I know I left it down here somewhere—”

Pa snuffles, but pets Sammy. Virgil narrows his eyes in suspicion.

Remus interrupts by popping out from under his bed with an old, tin lunchbox, slightly ajar, clutched tightly in his hands. “Found it!”

“Found what?” Pa asks, thrown off his impending crying jag by an immediate sense of well-earned parental suspicion.

Remus grins up at his father, snapping the lunchbox shut before anyone other than him can get a peek of half a photograph sitting on top of the pile of contraband. “Stuff.”

“Do I want to know?” Virgil says wearily.

“Probably not!”

“Then I won’t ask,” Virgil mutters. “Patton, you’re the one who’s dealing with it if the counselors call because Remus tried to blow up a cabin.”

“You think I could blow up a whole cabin?!” Remus cries out, clearly flattered. “Just with a measly little lunchbox?”

“No blowing up cabins,” Pa says hastily, reaching out to fondly chuck his son’s chin. “No blowing up anything, for that matter. Like you said, they’ll have a lot of stuff for you to do that doesn’t involve mass destruction.”

“All right,” Remus says, leaning his chin down onto his father’s fingers with as much force as he can manage. “Fine, no mass destruction.”

“I’ll hold you to that promise, squirt,” Pa says, pressing a kiss to his forehead, even as Remus groans and squirms and promptly tries to wipe off his forehead, as if ridding himself of any essence of genuine sentimentality.

“I’m sure I’ll be able to cause plenty of trouble without resorting to mass destruction.”

“That’s what we’re afraid of,” Virgil groans wearily, reaching out to calmingly pet Sammy for himself.

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#my fic #my fanfic #tpt fic

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valiisthea · 2 years ago

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Munday Survey !

Name/Alias: Jess! But I've taken an affinity to being called 'Diehards' (a play on my twitch username).

Age group: Erm...old lol. I'm 32.

Pronouns: She/her

Favorite color: green or blue, don't make me choose.

Favorite food: ugh, pasta. Particularly alfredo pasta. Im an alfred-hoe.

Tattoos/piercings?: Mhm, I have six tattoos (both shoulders, forearm, wrist, foot, chest/over my heart) and then 11 piercings (5 in right ear, 4 in left ear, septum, right nostril).

Current song stuck in your head?: Actually, none. BUT. Yesterday it was "all the things she said" by Tatu LOL.

Pets?: OH boyyyy. Five cats, 3 dogs, and a mouse. Yes a pet mouse, not a house mouse lmao.

Favorite book?: Sheesh, In The Heart of The Sea or The Martian.

Do you have a 'prized possession'?: yeaaah. My uncle passed away when I was 5, he gave me this silly little robot toy when I was maybe 2? It's in the barn right now, but I'll never get rid of it. My dad appreciates it too. That was his little brother and one of the only physical things we've got left of him.

Dream job: ok don't laugh at me, but I've wanted to be a paleontologist since I was 5 years old. I'm obsessed with dinosaurs, to the point where I've been caught physically crying looking at bone casts in museums before and taken online classes to learn more about em.

Tea or coffee?: both my friend. Both.

Hobbies: I stream on twitch!! That's really all I do aside from work and RP. Yall can come hang out with me and my twitchfam any time! www.twitch.tv/forthediehards

How long have you been role-playing?: Since I was 18, so 14 years?

Who is your most active muse: Mm, any of the FFXVI ones right now. Most specifically Dion. I've also got a lot of muse for Roche from 7 remake.

Significance behind your url?: hm, well, it just means there's a surplus of hearts. Because I have an assload of muses, and they've all got hearts. So many, many many hearts lol.

Tag some partners!: @lightxrampart @mediciina @pheoniks @sagefired @madrites @carrotsaversion @havfayth @aetherstorms @legendaryplayer @eifri @levinstrike @kihel-sorcas @oifrit @rosfieldj @lightwxrden @creatrix-mea @ofdiamonddust @ultimaleus @holyguardian @rosxrian @waloedrex @waloed-steed @stellarisen @poeticphoenix @spiras-summoner @txnichtgut @diions @ofdragonslight @firevow @wingedturmoil @tsckcyomi @knightxvowed @swerte @owyrmtail @gillionaires @of-mythos @wyvern-flames @oultima @floscaedis @rosfeild @eikonshiva @poppydedicant @yinjiyang @inproelia @ifritmade @lionheartedscout @equescaeli @adenial @phoenix-flamed @flamesofrebirths

#munday #some of these are kinda personal so please do omit them if youre not comfortable #there was one or two i almost didnt answer lol

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pesterloglog · 1 year ago

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Roxy Lalonde, John Egbert, Harry Anderson Egbert, Tavros Crocker, Dave Strider, Jade Harley, Jane Crocker, Gamzee Makara, Jake English, Terezi Pyrope

Candy, page 23

ROXY: honey u ready to go?

JOHN: yeah, sweetheart... give me a second!

HARRY ANDERSON: dad... what are you doing?

JOHN: just getting your gifts, harry anderson! it’s your birthday after all.

HARRY ANDERSON: ...but i already opened all the gifts from you and mom.

HARRY ANDERSON: dad... are you telling a fib?

JOHN: ummm...

JOHN: harry anderson, don’t tell your mother but...

JOHN: we’re getting a new addition to the family today!

TAVROS: Oh,,, hallo folks,

TAVROS: You’re a mite early don’t you think?

JOHN: um, nope!

DAVE: actually

DAVE: you were exactly thirty seconds and like sixty eight nanoseconds early

ROXY: oh eff off dave

ROXY: ur gettin even cornier than john and youre not even a dad

DAVE: idk my guy harry over there seems to be enjoying my material

HARRY ANDERSON: heh heh it’s like you’re a living atomic clock!

DAVE: man i love this kid

DAVE: what kind of five year old is into atomic clocks

DAVE: damn every time i see him i just wanna pinch his cheeks and tell him about what things were like when i was his age and shit

JADE: heheheh if you like kids so much dave why dont you just BUY one?

DAVE: uh jade i know that what you think you were doing there was like

DAVE: smoothly inserting the idea of us one day adopting kids into the conversation

DAVE: but what you actually just described is literal slavery

DAVE: which is both illegal and bad

JADE: sigh......

JADE: maybe YOURE the one whos illegal and bad

JADE: ever think of that???

DAVE: nope never once crossed my mind

DAVE: anyway john roxy you heard the lady can we buy your kid

JOHN: no! he’s not for sale.

TAVROS: Um,,, do you all want to come in or not,,,?

ROXY: sooo

ROXY: wheres ur mom and dad

TAVROS: They’re still in,,, uh,,, auspistice counselling,,,

TAVROS: W, with,,, uncle gamzee,,,

JADE: oh woof

DAVE: woof is right

HARRY ANDERSON: hey tavros! is vriska here?

TAVROS: Er,,,

JOHN: unfortunately, harry anderson, rose and kanaya aren’t on speaking terms with your aunt jane and uncle jake anymore.

HARRY ANDERSON: why not?

ROXY: cuz of the political situation

HARRY ANDERSON: what’s... a political situation?

TAVROS: Mother has been advising the human government that they should do their best to,,, uh,,, exclude trolls from the seats of power in all branches of public service and,,, uh,,, aunts rose and kanaya don’t like it because some of the legislation in the works could,,, erm,,, delegitimize their marriage,,,,,,,

HARRY ANDERSON: um... i have no idea what any of that means, ha ha.

TAVROS: Anyway,,, wh, why would you WANT vriska to be here,,,?

TAVROS: Why ruin a nice birthday party?

HARRY ANDERSON: um duh... cause she’s super fun!

TAVROS: She’s not fun,,, she’s mean,,,,

HARRY ANDERSON: yeah, to you, cause you’re a wuss.

ROXY: harry anderson egbert!

JOHN: don’t call other kids wusses!

DAVE: hey whats even wrong with being a wuss

DAVE: harry my dude you need to unplug from toxic masculinity

HARRY ANDERSON: from... what?

DAVE: what have you been teaching this kid

JOHN: dave, sometimes i really can’t believe this is the adult you chose to become.

ROXY: its actually great isnt it

JOHN: yeah, i guess so...

JANE: You are such an unbelievable dunce, Jake English!

JANE: I can’t believe that I work so hard and have to come home to your feckless tomfoolery every day!

JANE: My goodness...

JANE: What gives you the right to talk to me that way?

JANE: And you’re not even... you’re not even proficient in bed anymore!

JANE: What is even the POINT of you if...

GAMZEE: HeY hEy.

GAMZEE: cAlM yOuR tItS bAbY.

JANE: SILENCE, CLOWN.

TAVROS: It’s fine,,, my parents are kismeses after all,,,

JANE: Oh. Hello everyone.

JANE: I’m sorry that I was not able to greet you at the door. I had some pre-appointed business to attend to.

JANE: I trust that Tavros led you all inside without trouble?

TAVROS: Yes ma’am,,,

JANE: Good boy.

JANE: Harry Anderson, my dear!

HARRY ANDERSON: auntie jane!

JANE: Look at you! You’ve gotten so big and strong since I last saw you!

HARRY ANDERSON: i grew a whole three inches!

JANE: Yes, I can see that. You’re going to be quite the strapping young man before we know it.

JANE: Since it’s your first milestone birthday, I’ve instructed my staff that you are to be spoiled like a little prince today!

JANE: Right now they’re finishing off your cake. It’s a recipe I invented just for you!

HARRY ANDERSON: gosh!

JANE: And I’ve got your present all wrapped up too!

JANE: It’s too big to keep in the house, however, so after cake and tea we’ll go see it in the backyard.

HARRY ANDERSON: you’re the best, auntie jane!

JOHN: oh no...

JOHN: jane. please don’t tell me you commissioned one of those drone thingies for my son.

JANE: And if I did, John, what would be the problem with that?

JOHN: um...

JANE: Are you saying that you don’t want to assure your son’s safety? In troubled times such as these, one can never be too careful.

JOHN: roxy, back me up here honey.

JOHN: there’s no way you’d be ok with that, right?

ROXY: er

ROXY: well i cant say im comfy with it but

JOHN: but???

ROXY: janey means well john and itd be rude to just refuse a gift from my bestie like that

ROXY: besides ur just ASSUMIN she got harry anderson an imperial drone

ROXY: she never said that was what it was

ROXY: did u jane

JANE: ...

JOHN: ok. fine. you know what?

JOHN: i don’t care.

ROXY: rly

JOHN: yeah! it’s... it’s whatever. i get it. jane’s just trying to show that she cares.

JANE: You know I do adore little Harry Anderson.

JOHN: what i DO care about, however, is that cake.

JOHN: and not eating it, i mean.

JANE: Excuse me?

JOHN: nothing personal, jane, it’s just that i’m not the biggest fan of cakes.

JOHN: instead, i was wondering if maybe i could go visit the trophy room? you know, the one where jake keeps all the memorabilia from that dumb show he used to be on?

JANE: You mean “Poppin n’ Hoppin’ Pistol Lockin’ With Jake English”?

JOHN: no.

ROXY: or do u mean “doing the charleston with notable social figureheads: stars versus enemies of the state with your host jake english”

DAVE: that ones still running isnt it

JANE: Unfortunately, yes.

JOHN: um, yeah... that’s DEFINITELY not the one i was talking about.

JADE: oh! you probably mean “afternoon gilly gaffy amongst the common folk with your host j. gishy gun mcgee”

JOHN: no, god! these all sound so bad.

JOHN: i mean the one with dirk!

DAVE: dude

JANE: You mean the classic prime time program, “Rumble in da Pumpkin Patch”?

JOHN: yeah! that one!

JADE: ew... why do you wanna go look at stuff from rumble in da pumpkin patch???

JOHN: why not?

JADE: i dunno, it just seems kind of morbid with dirk dead and all, dont you think?

JADE: also that show was REALLY gross

JADE: i support jake in whatever he does but it was so... so.....

DAVE: sweaty

JADE: yeah!

JOHN: i dunno. i just feel like it was an important cultural milestone, and i missed it all by being mopey and depressed for like five years straight.

JOHN: so what do you think, tavros? wanna show me all about your dad’s glory days?

JANE: Oh, I can take you there, John.

JOHN: NO!

JOHN: i mean... no, that’s fine.

JOHN: i’d like some time to get to know my nephew.

JOHN: or, uh... cousin?

JOHN: ecto brother?

JADE: omg dave i just realized that when we get married thatll make john and rose siblings in law

JADE: which is funny since i guess john is technically already your father in law

DAVE: yup thats totally what our friendgroup needs

DAVE: to be even more incestuous

HARRY ANDERSON: what does incestuous mean?

ROXY: it means that everyones rly good friends harry anderson

ROXY: just a dumb fancy word for bffs

ROXY: its a big hard word for grownups tho so feel free to unknow it now sweetie

DAVE: oh yeah

DAVE: thats totally it

TAVROS: Um,,,,,

JOHN: hey tavros.

JOHN: let’s go, buddy!

TAVROS: Uncle john,,, what’s the real reason we’re up here,,,?

JOHN: oh. i could see that you were getting uncomfortable.

JOHN: you don’t like being around big crowds like that, do you?

TAVROS: ,,,

JOHN: but you don’t like to be alone, either?

TAVROS: ,,,,,

JOHN: well, not in this house at least. i wouldn’t want to be alone here either. it’s not a very nice place to live, is it?

TAVROS: I’m,,,, uh,,,, not sure i understand your meaning, uncle john.

JOHN: here, come with me.

TAVROS: This isn’t the right way,

JOHN: i know. hey tavros, why don’t we just go to your room for a minute?

TAVROS: Oh,,,

JOHN: tavros...

JOHN: is everything ok?

TAVROS: ,,,

TAVROS: Yes, uncle john,,,

TAVROS: Why do you ask?

JOHN: you just seem...

JOHN: i don’t know.

JOHN: sad?

TAVROS: I feel okay,

TAVROS: It is a happy day, after all,,, it’s harry anderson’s birthday,,,

TAVROS: There is good reason to be happy,

JOHN: yeah.

JOHN: but what about YOU.

JOHN: are you ACTUALLY happy about it?

JOHN: about... everything going on here?

TAVROS: I suppose,,,

TAVROS: My mother tends to get displeased when i’m unhappy, so,,,

JOHN: sigh.

JOHN: tavros... does gamzee ever come into your room?

TAVROS: Possibly,,,?

TAVROS: He so often is found to be in,,, so many places,,,

JOHN: isn’t that his faygo there??

TAVROS: Oh,,, my, no,

TAVROS: Please, uncle john,,, don’t tell my mother,,,

JOHN: tell her what??

TAVROS: The faygo is mine,,, my uncle gives it to me sometimes,,, my mother strictly forbids it, of course,,,,,

JOHN: tavros, listen to me.

JOHN: are you... getting... bad touched by your uncle gamzee?

TAVROS: Oh,,, uh,,,,

TAVROS: No??

TAVROS: But, yes,,, i can gather how you might draw that conclusion,,,

JOHN: you can?

JOHN: why?

TAVROS: It just seems like a thing that would eventually happen to me, does it not?

JOHN: what would make you say that?

TAVROS: Well, i think,,,

TAVROS: For the same reason that led you yourself to wonder, uncle john?

TAVROS: He is a very,,, very bad clown uncle,,, but i think i am not allowed to say or think such a thing,,,,,

JOHN: why not?

TAVROS: Because,,, uncle gamzee has undertaken his redemption arc,,,

TAVROS: With a spirit of great sincerity, i’ve been told,,,

TAVROS: So,,,,, the truth is, no matter how i may feel about him,

TAVROS: Mother tells me that he is not actually bad,

TAVROS: And therefore,,, anything he does cannot truly be considered bad either,

TAVROS: Otherwise, we are not respecting his repentance,

TAVROS: Or the others he has saved,,,

TAVROS: I don’t want you to worry,,, too much, though,

TAVROS: His occasional sojourns in my room are not of any especially ill intent,,, i don’t think,

TAVROS: He has told me in confidence that his intention is to train me,,,,,

JOHN: TRAIN you???

TAVROS: Yes,

TAVROS: In matters of combat,,, philosophy,,, life,,, love,,,

TAVROS: I suppose to behave the way a mentor does, as he sees it,,,

JOHN: that’s IT!!!!!

JOHN: tavros, start packing right now.

TAVROS: Packing,,,?

JOHN: yeah. one bag with some of your clothes, your favorite toys and books, that kind of thing.

TAVROS: I don’t understand,,,

JOHN: tavros. i have to get you out of here.

JOHN: *NOW*.

TAVROS: Uh,,, what?

JOHN: i’m going to take you away so that you can live with me, harry anderson, and your aunt roxy.

JOHN: you wouldn’t have to live here anymore. no more being alone all the time.

JOHN: no more weird troll maids, or listening to your parents fight...

JOHN: and no more “uncle” fucking GAMZEE.

TAVROS: That does sound jolly good uncle john,,,

JOHN: then what are you waiting for? start packing!

TAVROS: Well,,, i would, except that we can’t go out without tripping the security,,,

TAVROS: Mother has taken great precautions to make sure i never,,,,,,,

JOHN: don’t worry, kid. i came prepared.

JOHN: we’re leaving through that window, one way or another.

JADE: john...... what are you doing?

JOHN: um...

JOHN: nothing!

JOHN: just, uh... fixing this damn broken window, is all.

JADE: i heard everything

JOHN: so, what are you going to do?

JOHN: tell jane?

JADE: john...

JADE: i wouldnt do that to you

JADE: youd probably end up on jakes stupid execution dance off show

JOHN: then are you gonna help me?

JADE: i cant do that either

JADE: you know that this is just going to make everything worse right???

JOHN: jade, i don’t know where you’ve been these past few years, but i don’t think things CAN get any worse!

JOHN: i mean, even today, jane was up here hollering at jake about how his dick doesn’t work right when she KNEW we were all waiting for them downstairs!

JADE: i know...

JADE: but all youre going to do by kidnapping him is piss everyone off

TAVROS: Excuse me dearest aunt but,,, is it kidnapping if i badly would like to go?

JOHN: see!

JADE: siiiiiigh

JADE: i understand where youre coming from but i dont think youve actually thought this through

JOHN: yes i have, because i’ve been planning it for years.

JOHN: i know that i’ve been pretty, um... flakey in the past?

JOHN: but this is really important. i know what i’m doing.

JADE: john, jane is one of the most POWERFUL people on the ENTIRE PLANET!!!

JADE: do you REALLY think that you can keep him away from her if she wants to get him back???

JADE: im sorry but you just dont know them like i do

JOHN: if you know them so well, jade...

JOHN: then you know why i have to do this.

JADE: im on your side here! i know that jane hasnt been the best parent...

JADE: but stealing somebodys child???

JADE: there has to be another way :/

JOHN: if there was another way we would have found it by now!!!

JOHN: but there isn’t one, because everyone’s been all... brainwashed by marriage, or whatever the hell happened over the last few years that made things be this way!

JOHN: it’s like everyone just talks past each other all the time!

JADE: john...

JOHN: i’m the only one who ever seems to realize that something...

JOHN: that something’s WRONG!

TAVROS: I would really be chuffed if the two of you,,,

JOHN: even you, jade!

JOHN: you’re not listening to me right now!

TAVROS: ,,,would stop quarreling and listen to me for a spell,,,

JOHN: that’s why karkat left!

JOHN: because you didn’t listen to him!

JOHN: just like you don’t listen to dave!

JADE: what the fuck, john?!

JADE: this isnt about me and dave

JOHN: yes it is!

JOHN: i mean, not directly, but cosmically, yeah it is!

JADE: cosmically?????

JOHN: you KNEW that dave and karkat were in love with each other, but you went ahead and totally messed with their relationship anyway!

JADE: wh... what!

JOHN: jade, don’t pretend you have no idea what happened.

JADE: i.... i cant believe.....

JADE: john thats such a low blow!

JADE: you dont know the first thing about me and daves relationship!!!

JOHN: i know more than you think i do!

JOHN: i know that you pressured them into that whole relationship.

JOHN: i know that they both hated it, and only went along with it because they care about you and felt obligated!

JOHN: and jade, i love you, but honestly, how does that make you any different than jane?

JADE: im nothing like her!!!

JOHN: well, you’re nothing like the jade i used to know either!

JOHN: the jade i used to know was caring and selfless! all you ever wanted was for your friends to be safe!

JOHN: you weren’t this... this SELFISH!

JADE: oh? is that what this is about john??

JADE: you dont like it now that im not some helpless princess in a tower anymore???

JADE: you dont like that im doing things for MYSELF now?????

JOHN: what the hell are you talking about?

JOHN: seriously, jade... i don’t even know who you are anymore!

JADE: well!!!

JADE: i can certainly say the same for you right now!!!!!

TAVROS: Aunt jade,,, uncle john,,, you should really, uh,,,,,,

JANE: Excuse me.

JANE: But what the FUCK is going on in here?!

TAVROS: Oh,,, no,,,,,

JADE: jane!! haha!!!

JADE: we were just

JANE: Hollering at each other so loudly that everyone in the darned house can hear you?

JOHN: oh, like you’re one to talk.

JANE: John, I know that we have not been as close in recent years as we were in the past, but I would like to think that at the very least our familial relationship would make it so that you felt you could talk to me face to face if you think that my method of parenting is insufficient.

JOHN: are you sure?

JOHN: do you really want to know what i think?

JADE: oh no........

JANE: Please, John. Illuminate me.

ROXY: wats going on

DAVE: oh shit

JOHN: i don’t know, jane. i feel like if i really speak my mind here, it might be dangerous.

JOHN: how do i know you won’t have the secret police come and arrest me in the night?

JANE: Excuse me?

JOHN: that’s where this is all going, right?

JOHN: your whole... thing with the trolls?

JANE: If you have something to say, then say it plainly, John.

JOHN: fine.

JOHN: i don’t think that you had bad intentions to start out with, jane.

JOHN: in fact, i think that you probably honestly thought that you were doing what was best for the world.

JOHN: you’ve always been a perfectionist, right? but over the last few years you’ve morphed into a complete control freak!

JOHN: and it all started with your relationship with jake.

JOHN: you forced him into a relationship when dirk’s corpse wasn’t even cold!

JAKE: (Er i would like to point out... )

JANE: I’m sorry, but you’re calling me a control freak? Dirk was the control freak.

JANE: After he died, I distinctly remember loosening up, in fact!

JANE: I let go! I was actually RELIEVED to hear he died!!!

ROXY: uhh

ROXY: janey wut

JANE: Okay, that was a misleading statement. What I really meant was—

JOHN: jane, you’re missing the point!

JAKE: (...that jane and i were involved in a romantic dalliance at the time of his death...)

JOHN: dirk is dead. this isn’t about him anymore.

JOHN: you’re the one cheering the government along as it marches toward genocide!

JANE: John, I hardly think you’re qualified to opine on the nuances of the current political situation, thank you very much.

JOHN: ha! is that how you talk to your husband too?

JANE: He’s actually, at the moment, my kismesis. And if Jake didn’t want any of this, he shouldn’t have knocked me up.

JAKE: Hello chaps i am right here.

JOHN: oh yeah, like that was suuuch an accident.

JOHN: can you honestly say that he wanted any of this!

DAVE: oh my god i am so sick of all this domestic relationship shit every fucking day

DAVE: can we talk about something else for once

JOHN: yeah dave, i’m sick of it too!

JOHN: that’s my point!!!

DAVE: ok

DAVE: then john can you just

DAVE: stop all this windy shit at least

JOHN: no! i can’t!

JOHN: i can’t stop, because i’m not the problem!

JANE: Are you saying that I’m the problem? That’s extremely reductive.

JOHN: ok, yeah, there are lots of problems!

JOHN: but i’ve got to say, jane, you kind of ARE the problem?

JOHN: a lot of this awful garbage revolves around you!

JOHN: you’re the one always selling everybody on gamzee’s “redemption arc,” which is TOTAL BULLSHIT!

JOHN: putting him on billboards, organizing “redemption rallies,” and, and...

JANE: John, the people need something to believe in, if we are to live in an organized society. You simply wouldn’t understand.

JOHN: and letting him... letting him sleep in your and jake’s bed!

JOHN: and feeding him that... that weird MILK all the time!

JOHN: UGH!!!

JANE: Hey! My relationship with my loyal auspistice is none of your business, let alone who it is I decide to share a bed with.

JOHN: isn’t it?!

JOHN: you sure go out of your way to shove it in everyone’s face!

JANE: John, that is just uncalled for.

JOHN: it’s bullshit, jane!

JOHN: it’s!

JOHN: all!

JOHN: BULLSHIT!!!!!

JOHN: i... i...

JOHN: i’m sor—

JANE: No one wants to hear it, John.

TEREZI: JOHN

TEREZI: 4R3 YOU TH3R3

TEREZI: 1 R34LLY N33D TO T4LK TO SOM3ON3 R1GHT NOW

JOHN: yeah. me too.

#homestuck #homestuck epilogues #roxy lalonde #john egbert #harry anderson egbert #tavros crocker #dave strider #jade harley #jane crocker #gamzee makara #jake english #terezi pyrope #candy epilogue #page 23

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wolfiemcwolferson · 2 years ago

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You’re taking prompts you say? Well…

Single Dad AU with…you guessed it…Galex. Pretty please 🥺?

!!!! Okay, I’ve been having a think over these and I’m going to be working on them.

Alex grew up with pretty strong ideas about what circumstances he would need to find himself in to become a parent.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, considering), life does not work like that.

“Yeah,” he breathes through the tightness in his chest, “it’s just me.”

The school secretary means well. Of course she does. They always do. They look at the parent page with half the information blank and they say something like do you want to call your wife or did you see this half? And Alex always has to hold his tongue. Always has to keep himself from biting back at them in front of Reggie.

This one has asked all startled, “it’s just you then?”

Rude. Shouldn’t you be a sensitive person if you work with children? Shouldn’t there be training on handling sensitive subjects??

Alex gives her a tight nod, collecting his half of the paperwork and he guides Reg out, one hand on his tiny shoulder.

“Dad,” Reg says as soon as they’re out of the building. “Can I say a dirty word?”

Alex feels like crying a bit.

“Ah, well. Thank you for asking, but no. I don’t think now is the appropriate time for you to say a dirty word.” And then he thinks about it. “And where have you been hearing dirty words?”

“Uncle Charles.” Reg shrugs his one shoulder and looks up at Alex and Alex has the desire to pick him up, hold him close to his chest.

He knows it’s hard on him, another new school. Another new town. New piano teacher and new footie team and new grocery store and Alex wishes this wasn’t their life. Hopes this is the last move they have to make for awhile.

Because this job doesn’t have an end date and the house they’re in has Alex’s name on the agreement - not his previous company.

It’s less money. But it’s stable. It’s stability for Reg when he’s not had much stability in his life.

“I’ll have to talk to Uncle Charles about what is appropriate.”

Reg, never one to let things go, shakes his head, “you called Uncle Lando a cunt on the phone -“

“Hey!” Alex hisses, “Mate, we talked about -“

“Maybe we should both not say naughty words.”

Alex has been bested by a six year old.

Again.

“You’re right.” Alex confirms, leading Reg towards their car. “Now, come on. We’ve got to go and get your new uniform bits.”

“You said I wouldn’t have to wear a tie.”

Alex doesn’t answer him. He also doesn’t want to wear a tie, but.

They’re home with two bags in tow and Alex is considering calling out for take away.

Alex is mostly unpacked but he hasn’t had a chance to make to the grocery store for a proper shop. They have tea and some eggs and some peanut butter, but nothing to do an actual meal with.

And Alex is just too exhausted to cook anyway.

It’s hard raising a child without help from family or another adult and with friends who love you a lot but half of them are race car drivers and half of them work for race car drivers.

It’s a lot to do on his own and they eat take out more than they should.

Reg never seems to mind.

“I’m going to get these put away in your room,” Alex tells Reg, “and then dinner.” Adding “and no TV” as an afterthought.

Even though it’s automatic. He hasn’t had tv all day and 30 minutes of -

He’s halfway up the stairs when the doorbell sounds and Alex curses, setting the bags on the steps because he can hear Reg sprinting for the door.

Which is…Alex’s fault for not instilling enough fear in him about the outside world or by leaving him with too many different people or something, but he’s not quick enough to catch him before the door is thrown open and he skids around the corner to find Reg standing in the doorway while the prettiest man Alex has ever seen stands in front of him looking startled.

“Hello.” Reg says, “I’d shake your hand but you have something. I’m Reg.”

“Erm.” Pretty Boy says, “I brought you and your parents dinner. As a welcome to the neighborhood gesture. I’m George.”

Alex walks up behind Reg, finally making eye contact with George, trying to smile at him.

“Oh, no.” Reg chirps, “it’s just me and my dad. You should come in and have dinner with us. My Uncles are all in the US for their job so we’re bored.”

George says erm again, and Alex takes pity on him.

“You don’t have to. Come in, I mean. If you have somewhere to be, but it is just us. And we’d like to get to know our neighbors. I’m Alex, by the way.”

George teeters back and forth, looks from Alex down to Reg - Alex knows he’s beaming at George and he knows no one can resist him.

“Well alright,” he swallows, “I live next door and it’d be nice if you all liked me so you don’t complain when my cat jumps over the garden wall.”

Reg gasps. “You’ve got a cat?”

Alex watches George’s face soften and he steps back so George can step in, but George’s attention is completely on Reg. “I do. Would you like to see some pictures after we get set up for dinner?”

Alex takes the dish from George who barely has a second before Reg has a hold of his hand? Pulling him through the kitchen.

George only looks back right before they turn the corner and he’s beaming at Alex without frustration or worry.

Alex thinks it’ll be good for them. To have a neighbor they get along with.

#yeah so.#uh. I could go on actually #if you want to ask for a part two #🙈#galex #kid fic

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pottergarden · 2 years ago

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Is Harry Potter…

AO3

“Hey, I’m Harry Potter and this is a Wired Autocomplete Interview.”

Harry sits facing forward in a chair, with a deep, white backdrop behind him. His legs are stretched forward in front of him, crossed at the ankles. He holds a large white piece of paper board loosely in front of him. On the board is a Google search containing the words, “is Harry Potter.” Below this are several search results, partially covered in strips of white paper.

“Okay. So, the first card are all ‘is Harry Potter’ searches so let’s see what you’ve been wondering.”

“Is Harry Potter…” a ripping sound can be heard as Harry pulls off the paper covering the second half of the question. “…The Chosen One.”

Harry laughs softly as he glances away, looking rather embarrassed.

“I suppose? I mean, the thing I was chosen for is kinda all wrapped up now, so…” he trails off, the sound of crumpling paper coming from his hand.

He continues to the next line, tearing at the paper over the last word.

“Is Harry Potter… dead?”

Harry waits for the laughter off-camera to subside before deadpanning, “No, sorry to disappoint.”

Rip. “Where is Harry Potter?”

Harry looks into the camera now and answers cheekily, “Oh, you know. Around.”

Rip. “Where is Harry Potter…” Rip. “…From?”

“Oh, interesting,” says Harry with some enthusiasm. He seems more impressed with this question than the previous few. “I’m from Surrey. My Aunt and Uncle’s place is there. And before that, the village of Godric’s Hollow.”

“How tall is Harry Potter?”

“I’m actually not sure. I haven’t been properly measured in ages. But I know my best mate, Ron, is 6’4” or so? Sooo, based on that I’d guess maybe I’m, er, about 6ft? I dunno.”

“Right, do I set this down?” he asks the crew members offscreen, holding the card aloft. After a muffled response, and Harry says, “Oh, okay” with a laugh, throwing the card to the floor next to him.

He holds up a new white card, who’s words are covered minus scatterings of, “does Harry Potter.”

“Does Harry Potter…” Rip. “…Have a scar?”

“You know, I used to get this question a lot more when I first joined the Wizarding World and went to Hogwarts for the first time. Everyone wanted to see my scar and would recognize me off that. I started getting into the habit of sort of nervously flattening my hair over it when lots of people were staring at me. I still do it unconsciously even though I realize it’s useless. Enough people have seen my picture in the papers and wanted posters, that they all recognize me off my face.” he finishes, appearing rather disappointed by this.

“Does Harry Potter… have a girlfriend.”

“I knew this was coming. And I’d rather not say. I don’t know that it’s anyone’s business, really,” he notes firmly.

“Does Harry Potter.. play Quiddich!”

“Yes!” Harry exclaims, looking suddenly energized. “Yes, I was a part of the Gryffindor team on and off since my first year. I didn’t get to play as much as I would’ve liked, because of all the nonsense that happened at the school while I was there. But yeah, I got to be Captain in my sixth year, which was great.” He smiles softly for a moment, looking lost in the memory. “Quidditch was definitely a highlight of my time at Hogwarts. I just wish I could’ve played more.”

Lifting another new card to his chest, Harry declares, “Now, ‘Can Harry.’”

“Can Harry Potter… speak Parseltongue.”

“Actually, I’m not sure that I can anymore! I hadn’t even thought about it since Voldemort died!” And addressing the crew with a smile, “Does anyone have a snake laying around I could try talking to?”

“Can Harry Potter… produce.. a Patronus.”

“Yes, my Defense professor, Remus Lupin, taught me in my third year because the dementors were affecting me quite badly. It’s a stag, same as my dad.”

“Can I marry Harry Potter.”

“Oh, god,” he mumbles, suddenly shrinking in the chair by a fraction. “Erm… I’m flattered you imagine you’d want to do that.. but erm… probably not.”

“Can Harry Potter… play Chaser.”

“Yes? I can, I do prefer playing Seeker though.”

Next card in hand, Harry says, “Alright. Did Harry Potter. This one seems a bit longer than the others. I suppose I’ve done a fair amount of noteworthy things.”

“Did Harry Potter… kill You-Know-Who.”

“I mean, technically Voldemort’s own Killing Curse rebound onto him when his wand refused to kill me…”he trails off, thinking. “But essentially, yes, I did.”

“Did Harry Potter… have private lessons with Dumbledore.”

“As I mentioned in my Ministry testimony, they were more like research sessions than lessons,” says Harry matter-of-factly, leaving it at that.

“Did Harry Potter… kill Dumbledore.”

Harry takes a moment to audibly sigh.

“This question has to be because of that awful Daily Prophet article where they sort of implied that I killed him.” He suddenly looks rather tired. “I’ve had a really rocky relationship with The Prophet since the Triwizard Tournament days. They have a great habit of punching me when I’m down. The year after Voldemort’s return was one of the most difficult of my life. I was very alone and The Prophet definitely was a big reason for that.”

“And they wonder why I won’t give them an interview now!” he jokes with a touch of venom.

“Did Harry Potter… enter the.. Triwizard Tournament.”

“No,” he rebukes seriously, sounding a little annoyed now. “A Death Eater named Barty Crouch Jr. entered me. Looking back now, I don’t know why I couldn’t have just not shown up to the tasks? Or maybe declare that I forfeit before each one? It was all very strange.”

“Did Harry Potter… defeat Slytherin’s monster.”

“Yes, the Chamber of Secrets was opened by Tom Riddle in my second year. Ron and I went down to the chamber, and I stabbed the basilisk with the Sword of Gryffindor. Fun times,” he adds dryly.

“Alright. Last one, yes?” Harry questions while pulling the ‘Why Harry Potter’ card to himself.

“Why is Harry Potter… The Chosen One.”

“Well,” begins Harry patiently, “there was a prophecy made about a person with the power to vanquish The Dark Lord, and Voldemort decided that that person was me. So, as usual, you can blame him.”

“Why did Harry Potter… defeat You-Know-Who.”

“I would’ve thought it was obvious, what with all the murder!” laughs Harry. He waits again for the laughter off-camera to calm before continuing.

“Seriously though, I know most people think I did what I did because Dumbledore made me. They think he basically manipulated me into giving my life to stop Voldemort, but I just don’t see it that way. I defeated Voldemort because I wanted to. And, I think I would’ve wanted to with or without Dumbledore.”

“I would’ve had a totally different life if it weren’t for Voldemort, one with a lot less fear and pain. I had to stop him for myself and for everyone that’s suffered because of him.”

“Why is Harry Potter so brave.”

“That’s very nice of you to say,” mumbles Harry. He looks down at his lap, taking a moment to parse through his thoughts. “Erm… I think I just really hate letting people down. So, I do what I have to to make sure everyone is safe and happy.”

Muffled sounds of applause fill the air around the camera.

”Thank you guys for inviting me today,” beams Harry, addressing the off-camera crew. “It was great meeting you all.”

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fatimahwritesthings · 1 year ago

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late spring (is it?)

I almost forgot that we're camping today when my mom woke me up. Had to go change my clothes quickly. Then the trip began.

When we go camping, for me, the camping starts from packing up things for the picnic. Even just changing your clothes is a part of this "fun". Especially I love the car ride (well not when it's too hot inside of the car and you're the only one awake) but usually, I love it.

Had some alone time after breakfast (erm, mind u, breakfast was at FUCKING 12, but it's fine). I climbed the hill, and reached this beautiful field of dandelions and other white flowers (don't know what these are called) and lied down there.

Well, my alone-time wasn't too long – soon I saw my bros with a volleyball and we decided to play. Our parents also came later. We did some photoshoot w my dad and then just laid down with my mom. Haven't really talked with her for a long time. We had a normal conversation? we discussed a lot actually)))

On the way back my uncle got me some halal drinks and ice cream, AND BTW he got me a cup and a journal for Eid (I don't know if I should start keeping like a real paper journal or no because I don't really know what to write there plus I don't want ppl to read it so hmmm)

And I really appreciate that we, women, were sitting inside a tent, but men were outside the whole time.... I hope they didn't get a sunburn, I tried praying outside and after 6mins my face was BURNING.

But the weather was just perfect and also there were butterflies flying everywhere...

~im in looove~

April, 11. 2024

oh wait ohhh noo I don't wanna go to graduation photoshoot tomorrow I wanna stay at home and finally do some Arabic (it's been FOUR DAYS since I last studied ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ)

Also my clothing looks ugly and I don't have time and courage to go shopping....damn

Okay I mean who cares it's just a graduation photoshoot not a big deal (it is a big deal)

edit: nevermind the photoshoot - after taking some photos I realized I hate being on camera and wanted to go there just for fun and idk to spend some time w my friends (they all looked gorgeous).

And we got pizza with my brothers which was also fun (tho my little sister felt left our after that so we will get her new roller skates to cheer her up)

Apr 12-13, 2024.

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Bas had always imagined himself as the person that wanted get his whole life in order before he figured out the romance aspect. He'd kind of casually dated when he went to Yale, but it was never anything serious. Romance to him, wasn't something that satisfied him enough to actually care about finding someone—either he'd find someone eventually or not at all. He could see himself becoming the fun uncle or person who showed up to family functions with no kids but lots of presents. To him, finding romance was on the back burner—and he thought it would always stay that way.

While he was still shocked at the way Isla made him feel, he knew that they were still new. He was still trying to fight the feelings he felt for her. He didn't really want to take time away from his studying and job to properly give her the attention she deserved. And if he was being honest, she still intimidated him. She was so confident and sure of herself, that even the tiniest bit of that seemed to rub off on him. He could feel a bit more of a confident step at work—and he was still getting used to that. Still getting used to the feelings.

Maybe he was also fighting his dad to a degree. He knew that his dad was partially right about him running himself to the ground. One of these days he was going to burn out. And he'd go out in a blaze. But spending the time to work and go to school gave him an appreciation for what he did. Damn the thought of settling down and dating.

Bas let out a laugh at her statement. "Well, I meant more of the exes part of this. It's more for, erm, scorned lovers. I don't think I'm on bad terms with any of my exes." He should have thought about that before he showed up. "I, however, love a good bonfire." Perhaps he should take her somewhere he felt comfortable—although that was the library and a few other places.

Bas was glad it was dark enough that she probably wouldn't catch the tint of pink on his cheeks. He tightened his hand around hers. "Alright," Bas smiled at her and walked off towards where he'd parked his car. It didn't take long to get to the car and he opened the door for her. "You sure you don't have anywhere better to be?"

valentine's day was never a holiday she spent alone, per se, but is was never with someone she truly felt that deeply about. ever since her ex, dating was something that she wanted to subject herself to again. being that invested in a person was too risky and had the danger of ending in heartbreak. with him, she had played the part of the bashful, heart-eyed, fawning little love-fool and had been slammed back to reality with a shattering thud. and isla refused to go through that particular gauntlet of pain again. once was plenty.

so, she had found amusement in her little flings and enjoyed playing in that world without betting her heart. she still got all the attention, the gifts, and the affection one would expect out of the holiday and that was more than enough. there was time for that wound to heal and for who to try again with the right person in the years to come. her desire to rush into anything couldn't have been lower, nor was the want to feel that lovedrunk again.

but there was something about bas that made those nostalgic butterflies flutter in her chest. the shell of perfection didn't feel like it had to assemble itself around her when he was near. there was an ease when they were together; his company caused her to feel like she had released a breath she had been holding for ages.

a soft laugh passed her cherry-stained lips, one of amusement and understanding as he stumbled over his words. "bonfires also not really your scene? you'll have to tell me which places are 'your scene' one of these days," she playfully teased, her smile alluringly bright.

"and while this is my scene-" the ruse continued as she stepped closer to him. however, her usual air of licentious mischief was replaced with a tenderness that seemed to soften every angle. "-I'd much rather go on a date with you, too." and then, her hand embraced his gently while soon interlacing their fingers.

"lead the way."

#filed: isla.#event: valentine's day 25.#ab.valentines

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years ago

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Please can I have a Tommy x daughter fluffy fic where as her mums died she asks him to come with her to try on ballgowns with her and he doesn’t like a few for different reasons but he gets emotional when she finds the perfect one

Hey Anon,

Hope this does it justice - this request got me in the feels. Thanks for waiting. <3

Warnings: Teen drama, mentions of funerals and death - peaky related stuff

There were a lot of things you kept to yourself when it came to your father. Most of which Esme and Polly would wrangle out of you and give you advice for.

You were close with each other the same way you suspected other fathers and daughters were. He was there to comfort you in his own way (mostly just holding you tightly) when you needed him, he gave you books to read and would try to remember to ask you questions about how you enjoyed them.

He was away a lot for business but he always called you before bed to ask how your day was. Some moments when he’d drank to much you saw the pain in his eyes when he looked at you, a spitting image of your mother but with his eyes.

You adored him, and rarely ever asked him for difficult things knowing he was always stressed.

“Awe, you miss us, don't you? Next time we go you’ll be old enough to tag along. An extra week won't kill you darling.” Esme’s voice rang out over the phone and your stomach sank. You were in a proper situation now. You said your goodbyes but didn't tell her why her taking an extra week's vacation with Pol was a problem for you.

You lit a cigarette and slid down the kitchen wall. They would be home the day of the big charity ball, not the type of event you could get a dress for the morning of. They must have forgotten that they’d promised to take you when they got back. You didn't blame them, this was the one time they got away from kids and the business.

You could ask… Lizzie? She hung around the family, worked for your dad, and seemed nice enough to you when you came by the office. She’d probably be able to help you.

You needed a backup plan, Linda still hadn’t forgiven you for an outburst you’d had at dinner a few weeks ago, but maybe John would help you?

You thought about getting ready with Esme he’d always tell her what looked good. Well, mostly how he enjoyed the way it looked on her, but still Esme always looked very happy with his commentary.

You got up and flicked your cigarette out the window before going to ask for a ride to the office.

You showed up and Lizzie greeted you with a large smile.

“Here to see your dad are you?”

“Well, I was actually - I -” The words got caught in your throat, she was far too pretty. Thinking of her seeing your awkward body in dresses made you shrink away. “Have you seen Uncle John?” You said quickly.

“Should be in his office.” She gave you a look and you thanked her. You knocked on the door and his voice called out.

“Hey kiddo,” he said looking up from a mess of papers. “Your da’s got me right tangled in this stupid paperwork. Give him a kick in the shin when you see him next will ya.”

“Sure.” You laughed. “Guess you're pretty busy then?”

“Be lucky if we survive another week with the hens gone.” He sighed, there was no way he’d be out of this mess any time soon, but maybe he could just tell you what to wear.

“What erm- What types of things does Esme wear that you like?” He looked confused by the question.

“Trying to impress a lad then? Odd person to come to for advice on that.” He scratched the back of his head but before you could fix what you said he’d already carried on.

“Look if he doesn't like you as you are then there's no point in going after him. Gal’s seem to think we care about all the fuss when really - we’re going to see eve-”

“What are you doing, love?” Your father's voice called from the doorway. Happier than ever to see him you sprang up from your seat and moved to give him a hug. Jarred by what you figured John was implying you decided to just pluck up the courage to ask him to go.

“Get that shit done John, needs to be out by tomorrow morning,” John swore at him and you followed your father out of the room his arm steering you into his office.

“What did you need from John?” He asked moving behind his desk.

“Well, I didn't want to bother you.”

“Trust me, love if it's worth asking, it’s not worthy of Johns's advice.”

“Ah, well, I need a dress for the ball.” You stated, and he gave you a curious look. “Um, well it's my first time really going, for the dinner and dancing and everything.” You coughed awkwardly. For a moment you hoped that he would just understand where this was going and tell you he’d help you, but you looked at his face and knew he was lost as ever.

“SO” you said a little too loudly. “I erm - need to get a proper dress, Polly and Esme said they would take me but they won't be back in time.”

You brought your gaze from the wallpaper once more to still see him still looking confused.

“You can have any dress you want, just give me the receipt.” He shrugged.

‘No- I erm. I just- need someone to go with me.” You confessed sounding irritated. “I don't know what looks good - I’m not good at that type of stuff. John always tells Esme what he thinks about her dresses when we get ready so I figured he would be a good person to ask.”

“I’ll take you.” He said uncomfortably. “We can go after-” He looked down at his schedule. “Can it wait till after dinner?”

“Oh, yeah - thanks”

“No problem,” He said with a nod looking only slightly put off.

“I’ll head back to the house -”

“I’ll grab you at 7”

You gave him a nod and then left the office saying bye to Lizzie.

Dinner was nice, you rarely ever went out to eat. You rambled on about a book you were reading and your dad followed along. Eventually, you started to tuck into your meal and he sighed.

“So there's a boy then?” He asked looking pained.

“No?” You said startled with a mouth full of mashed potatoes.

“No?” Tommy repeated looking at you with the look he gave when he felt you were lying. As a kid, you thought he had superpowers and could see in your mind.

“No” You shook your head grabbing your glass of water.

“John mentioned -”

“He didn't understand what I was asking. Don't need to be interested in a boy just because I don't want to show up in front of all those people wearing something embarrassing.” You said defensively, face flushing.

Tommy let out a hum and finished the last of his drink. Your last comment seemed to put him off even more.

You finished up dinner and then headed to a fancy-looking shop. The sign on the door said closed but you followed behind your dad as he pushed the door open.

The lady barely took notice of you as she shook your dad's hand, ensuring she would take care of anything he needs. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as she touched his arm.

He turned to you “alright free rein of the place, go pick some out that you like. I’ll start on this side.”

You almost wanted to laugh as if it was a joke but your father moved passed the woman and started on the far wall. She looked over your body and began pointing out some to try on.

You thought about her suggestions and said you would try them to be polite. If you turned up looking like a frosted cupcake Esme would never let you hear the end of it.

You moved to the long dresses and found a nice dark red one. It was a shimmery fabric but it was dark enough that it wouldn't bring too much attention. You had a feeling that it was the right one, but with the lower neckline you felt it might be a fight to take it home. You decided it was worth it and asked the woman to take it to the dressing room for you.

You found another few that you liked well enough, all of them were black and made of various materials.

You met back up with your dad in the lounge and saw him sipping another glass of amber liquid, a cigarette in his hand. He met your gaze and held his hands up in mock surrender.

“Wasnt much help out in the field but it’s only because I have faith in your abilities.”

You gave him a smile, happy to see him in better spirits. You put the first one on and hated it immediately. It was much too tight and it would be impossible to dance in.

“Not very practical.” You waddled out and you watched him point back to the dressing room sternly. “Alrighty then,” you murmured feeling embarrassed.

You tried the cupcake one on next and fought to work up the courage to walk out in it. You struggled to get it through the doorway and your father actually laughed.

A proper healthy loud laugh that was contagious.

“I feel like Esme would take the piss for ages if I wore this.” You looked yourself over in the mirror.

“Not just Esme. Didn’t think it would be possible to make you look anything less than gorgeous. In that line of thinking it might not be so bad after all. Don’t want this mystery boy enjoying himself too much.”

“Dad!” You snapped before fighting back into the dressing room. “There is no boy.”

“If you say so.”

You wore one of the black ones next. You walked out feeling comfortable, you thought the black would go with any jewelry and looked classy.

You looked at your dad and his face twisted slightly.

“No black.” His tone of voice took you off guard.

“Why not? You’ll be wearing black?” you asked trying not to get worked up.

“No black.” He said firmly and you knew better than to challenge him when he sounded like that.

You went back into the room.

“Ah - that leaves one left.”

“Give it a go,” he called back.

You pulled on the red one and loved it instantly. It was grown up, hugging you in all the right spots without showing too much skin. The color made your blue eyes seem electric.

You liked it so much you didn't want to show it. What if he hated it as much as the black dress? Or thought it was stupid like the pink one.

You took a deep breath and called out. “Don’t be mean.” Then stepped out.

You looked at the mirror avoiding your father. It looked even better in the lighting. Eventually, the silence was too much.

You watched him take the dress in and thought you saw tears in his eyes. You wanted to run back and hide. Why was he being so weird? Even if there was a boy, it’s not uncommon at this age. Heck, most of Esme’s sisters were married by 16.

“That’s the one eh?” He finally said looking at you.

“Yeah. Think I look grown up, but not to - erm- showy”

“Grown up, is one way to put it.” He finished his drink and smiled at you. “I think you look lovely. Your mother has a necklace that will match with the color” He said softly. “-if you want to wear it.” He added hurriedly. For a long time, he thought her things might have been cursed, until one day he came home from a very long trip and said it was him that was cursed. You shivered remembering that night. You always avoided touching her things, her room untouched but not forgotten.

“I would really like that.” You said feeling emotional, you realized that the panic was about wanting to look nice, but some of it was anger that your mother was not there to help you. “Did she wear this color then?”

“Always red.” He nodded.

“Ah - well, I can see why.” You looked back in the mirror.

“Look - I know this sort of thing would have been more fun with Pol or Esme- and you probably miss your mum a lot these days. Lots of changes and whatnot.” He waved his hand uncomfortably. “But - well, I enjoyed this. I don’t mind being around for this stuff. I wouldn't have liked you more as a boy or anything like that” He cleared his throat.

Tears started to spill over something you hadn't even realized you were worried about.

“I love you.” You said. Felt strange standing on a platform saying it down to him as a saleswoman was probably judging them from the shadows somewhere.

“Love you too.”

On the ride home you both made jokes about different things, Arthur and John weren't very good at taking over for Pol and Esme and you enjoyed your dad’s commentary about trying to keep the place running.

When things quieted down you finally felt that you needed to end this boy nonsense.

“Dad?” You asked wondering how he kept the car straight while fumbling with getting a cigarette out and lighting it.

“Yeah?”

“There really isn't a boy, if there was John is the last person I would ask. One time he picked me up from school, years ago, and a boy, Tim Weatherby, had waved to me. He ran his car into the back of his parent's car three times before driving off.”

You watched your father let out another laugh. “Always classy.”

“I’d tell you first obviously. Esme would get too excited, and Pol would worry.”

“And what would I do then Eh?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“Probably meet him and scare his pants off.” You answered honestly.

“That’s a good thing then?”

“Obviously. If he comes back it's because he really likes me.”

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EXTRA - Tommy's POV

Watching her walk out in a black dress made the fleeting moments of humor leave him. He sort of saw her in the gown but his mind flashed back to that scared little girl all dressed in black.

“No black.” He said slightly out of control of the feelings biting into him.

“Why not? You’ll be wearing black?” He could see that you wanted to argue but he couldn't stand to see you in that dress any longer.

“No black.” He said firmly and you looked a bit deflated before retreating back to the dressing room. His mind pulled him back to that day. You attached firmly to his side, dressed in all black. The way you tried so hard to behave, tucking your face into his neck to cry as they lit the vardo on fire. How you even tried to hit Polly when she tried to take you from him. How you would panic if he was out of your sight for more than a few minutes.

No black. He ran his fingers through his hair.

The next dress hurt nearly as bad. Tears he had not cried in years welled up in his eyes as he looked at you taking in your body in the mirror.

So much like your mother, the style of the dress, the color. You were going to be an adult in a blink of an eye. Only small traces of that little girl left in your features. Now there would be boys and time left with it being just the two of you would start to slip away.

He thought the dress was much too showy, you didn't understand that yet though. Considering you would be standing next to him the whole night he figured it would be alright. You could pair it with your mother's jewelry and he could get Pol to convince you to wear it with a shall or something.

Eventually, your eyes looked at him for approval and he felt guilty for snapping at you. There was a very evident look of self-consciousness on your features. He wished it came more naturally to him.

“That’s the one, eh?” He said and enjoyed the way your eyes lit up. He may not be the best dad, but he would try hard to spend the last time he had with you. Find things to do with you, before you became busy with the rest of the world.

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