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iluvmorales · 1 year

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Could you do a Hobie Brown x chubby reader?

I feel like his skinny self would like a girlfriend with a fuba and some confidence

To be honest w you, I’m not great at writing with specific physical attributes of a reader but ima definitely try :)

Hobart,Hobie, spiderpunk, your love, whatever else you may call him, is all over you, 24/7. Quite literally.

You sat on the parks bench, waiting for your boyfriend to arrive any second now. Just as you were about to ask his eta, two hands rested on your chin, lightly pulling your head up. You didn’t fight back because you knew just by his long thin fingers, it was hobie. He smirked at you ; “your so pretty love. Got all dolled up fa’ me?” He hummed caressing your chubby cheeks before placing a kiss on your lips. You smiled at him humming in response. He couldn’t resist kissing the rest of your face, pecks in every corner before you had to shoo him off, giggling from the cold ticklish feeling his lip ring left.

Hobie is 100% a “I’ll cook for you” guy. Not even because he thinks it’s fun or anything but rather because he doesn’t believe in supporting big fast food or restaurant chains (the most he’ll do is a poc-owned family restaurant)

You were at a small farmers market with hobie, looking around at all the fresh and natural ingredients. “Sweetheart..” he trailed on, you turned to him, looking up with a small hum. “You feelin fried food or roasted today?” He asked, glance flashing at you as he picked out some stuff. “Either is fine hobes” you replied before turning back to looking around. He just hummed before throwing some more stuff in his basket. “See somethin’ you want?” He asked, following where your gaze was, only for you to shake your head. Best believe he got you the fruit you were eyeing.

That was only the shopping he asked you to tag along for, overall you weren’t much help letting him choose what he thought would be better. The real magic starts when he’s cooking.

“I can help you chop up the veggies hun” you smiled, popping up next to him after he’d told you to sit and watch him show off his skills. He sighed before sliding you a cutting board and knife; “do be careful not to cut ya fingers off love” he kissed your forehead before continuing his prepping.

Going out on dates with hobie really consisted of late night walks, swinging through London or sometimes shopping. This specific night was a walk to a small cafe.

You looked at yourself in the bodycon dress and sneakers (that you wore for now since you’d be walking) before your apartment door opened, revealing hobie. “I completely forgot I’d given you a key hobes oh my god.” You breathed out, the fear flooding away instantly. Hobie didn’t say a word though, only eyeing you from his spot in the door. “Hobie?” You called his name concerned. “The bar can wait a little” he smirked, closing the door behind him before walking up to you with grabby hands. You blushed meeting him halfway before pressing your lips against his as his hands wandered to trace every curve on your body. You pulled away smiling: “Let me fix myself a little before we go” you turned back, walking to the mirror that sat in your living room. Hobie only followed you behind, eyes still wandering. He stood behind you in the mirror, hands on your stomach as he kissed the area between your neck and shoulder. “You look so good sweetheart” was all he could mumble as his lips hovered over your skin. “Thank you love” you whispered to him, arms now over his as your hands rested on his. “This would be a great pic don’t ya think” he was joked, looking at your reflection with a grin.

Best believe at the bar he never took his hands off you.

“Hobie can we try that new drink together?” You pointed at the little menu there waiter had given you. “Whatever you want love” he hummed, placing a kiss to your temple with a arm around your waist. You didn’t notice, but while he was giving you a peck he was glaring at a guy that’d been eyeing you from across the restaurant . You waved your hand with a small excuse me to order. “Can I get one of your specials, a large please” she nodded before walking to go turn in your order. Hobie just stared at you as if you painted the stars in the sky, a look of admiration as you babbled on about a show you strongly disagreed with. He viewed you as his little protege going on about the things you disagreed with, political or not.

Bringing that up, he loved to hear your opinions on certain political or social issues. This included everything.

“the representation in that old racist book sucked ass, I don’t understand why they couldn’t have made him black!” You yelled, pointing at the character playing on the screen. Hobie was laying on your thighs, not really focusing on the screen but how they were so plush he’d just knock out right there. “No yeah, his race didn’t really matter in the book so they could have. Already lacking our rep as it is” hobie agreed sleepily, a smile on his lips as he listened to you rant on and on about what was wrong with the movie. “Your so beautiful when you talk about these things” hobie mumbled, causing you to look down at him. “So am I not beautiful every other time?” You joked, causing him to flinch and wake up. “You know your always so gorgeous to me baby” he sat up, hands snaking around you, tracing your curves. “I know love I’m just joking. Thank you” you pressed a kiss to his lips before turning back to the movie.

#hobie x reader #atsv hobie #hobie brown #hobie my beloved #spiderman atsv x reader #hobie brown x reader #spider punk #x reader #spider verse #across the spiderverse

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nikolaiismysugardaddy · 5 months

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The perfect birthday // Chuuya Nakahara

pairings... Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

contains...! fluff! gn!reader, cursing

I apologize for any mistakes in advance - english is not my first language!

Hope you enjoy! xx

This was written for my dearly beloved friend for her birthday, @estellarjj! Happy birthday my dear Haru-chan ♡

“This should go really smoothly on this special day.” Or at least that’s what Chuuya thought, until everything he planned started to fall apart.

“Let’s see.. blanket, check. Cake should be ready in the evening. Fruits, check. Cheese, check. Picking up flowers from the shop at 3. Fuel in the baby, check. Candles, check. Pick up the gift from the store before the flowers are ready, check. And most importantly, two bottles of the finest red wine, check.” Full of himself, he carefully put the yellow piece of paper in his pocket. Little did Chuuya know, his meticulously planned day was about to take an unexpected turn, ruining everything for his date night. As he confidently walked out the door, basket in hand with the goods in it, his phone unexpectedly started to ring inside his pocket. He placed the items that he carried on his motorcycle’s saddle just to see the least wanted person’s name on the screen pop up. “Boss?” Chuuya tried to hold back the anger building up inside of him as he picked it up. “Chuuya-kun, I know this was supposed to be your day off, but we have a situation. I need you here immediately.” Mori’s voice crackled with urgency. Chuuya’s heart sank as he realized that his carefully planned date may have to start later than he wanted it to. “What happened?” He put the basket under the saddle and got ready to go as soon as he finished the call. “I can’t tell you through the phone right now.” Loud beeping followed the last sentence, along with Chuuya’s disappointed sight. “Fuck.” He tried to distract himself on the way to the headquarters. “Maybe this'll be just some minor problem that can be solved quickly. I just need to finish this matter before 3am. Yes, that’s right. This could still work out just fine.”

“Just as I expected of you, Chuuya-kun! Quick, come. Sincere apologies for calling you in, but this situation requires your expertise. See–” Mori opened his office’s door for the ginger. “What on earth is going on?” He was greeted with by far the most chaotic scene he has ever seen at the headquarters. Chuuya froze at the sight in front of him, not being able to say a single word. He felt the anger building up inside of him with each passing second. “See, Elise-chan wanted to have a picnic, but some unexpected issues got discovered while we prepared for it. For example, Tachihara-kun’s outfit didn’t meet the expectations of Elise-chan’s imagination.” The mentioned mafia executive sat on a small chair with a unicorn-shaped bandaid on his nose. Chuuya’s eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the absurdity of the situation. He couldn’t help but let out a frustrated sigh, realizing that this was just another one of Mori’s overdue actions. As Chuuya glanced around, he noticed the other mafia members frantically trying to salvage the picnic, their faces filled with both panic and frustration. “Well, have fun–” He tried to turn around and leave when Mori’s cold, demanding voice echoed in the room:

“Help Elise-chan pick the outfit for everyone. You know my taste in fashion isn’t as good as our dearly treasured Chuuya-kun’s.” Even though it warmed the ginger’s heart a bit, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had to make this day perfect for you. And the last thing he wanted was for it to be ruined by the Port Mafia.

Chuuya sighed once again and took an uncertain step inside. He wanted to finish assisting Elise-chan as soon as possible, determined to ensure that everything would remain just as he planned. An hour later they finally finished arranging the outfits for everyone, but it wasn’t even near the end. Even though they could finally persuade Akutagawa to wear the awful pink ribbons as the very last step of the finished look, Elise-chan came up with another problem. She desperately wanted to take everyone outside to the park to have a real picnic experience. “Well, I’ll head out then.” Chuuya tapped the end of his hat as he headed to the door. “On your way, let Tachihara-kun ride along with you.” Mori commanded with a sly voice.

“Haaah?!” He turned around slowly, clearly annoyed with Mori’s order. Chuuya's annoyance was evident as he glared at Mori, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration. “We won’t fit in the car, Chuuya-kun. After that, you can still enjoy the rest of the day.” Like hell, he would, nevermind the fact that his well prepared plans are starting to fall apart. Reluctantly, he agreed to let Tachihara accompany him, but made it clear that he wouldn't be happy about it. They quickly arrived at the nearby park, but for Chuuya’s misfortune, the others arrived sooner. He wanted to abruptly leave the location, but it was no use. Another command came: they forgot the blanket and Chuuya was the faster driver to go back and pick it up from the headquarters. While he was away, they realized they had left the basket with the food and drinks too. So as soon as Chuuya arrived with the blanket, they asked him to take another detour and grab those for them too. “I’m literally going to switch off my phone now.” He stated as he hopped back on his motorcycle.

Chuuya arrived two hours later at the flower shop than he originally planned. Exhausted, but determined he rushed into the shop, ready to make up for the lost time and ensure that everything will be perfect for today’s occasion. “I’m sorry sir, but we sold the bouquet you asked for. My sincere apologies, we thought you wouldn't pick it up since you were so late.” Chuuya sighed in frustration, realizing that his detour had caused him to miss out on the bouquet he had specifically ordered. “Nevermind.” He covered his face with his palm as he spoke. “Do you still have some red roses, right?” “Well…” The florist’s face looked troubled, as she hesitated to reply. “I’m afraid we only have those two left.” she finally admitted, pointing at the two remaining red roses in the corner. Chuuya’s heart sank at the sight, but he knew he had no other choice. “Fine, I’ll take them.” he said, trying to hide his rising temper. Chuuya reluctantly handed over his payment, feeling a mix of disappointment and annoyance. He couldn't help but wonder if his day could get any worse.

It could. And he only realized it when he entered the jewelry store. “Excuse me. There was that one necklace on display a few days ago with a rabbit pendant–” he asked, trying to hide his annoyance in his voice. “We sold it this evening, a few hours ago.” Chuuya's heart sank even further at the store clerk's response. He couldn't believe his bad luck. With a heavy sigh, he mustered up the last bit of patience he had left and asked, "Do you have any necklaces with similar pendants?"

“Well, we have one, but–” Chuuya interrupted the store clerk, desperation evident in his voice. “I don’t care, I’ll take it.” The store clerk’s surprise was clearly visible, but he quickly rushed to lend the necklace to the ginger and led him to the check-out. Chuuya handed over his credit card, hoping that the necklace wouldn't break the bank. As he left the store, a mix of relief and fury rushed over him. Well, at least he managed to grab something really nice for his loved one…

At least the exchange with the bakery went suspiciously smoothly, but he couldn’t care less about that at the moment. He dropped you a call saying that he’d be there soon to pick you up. Soon, the ginger haired man was standing at the door, waiting for you to open it. “Oh, hey, handsome.” You gave him a light peck on his lips. Excitement rushed over you, not knowing anything about what he planned for the both of you. “Oh, hey, babygirl” He quickly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you up close to his torso. A mischievous grin lingered on his lips as he whispered in your ear: “I have something planned for us tonight, so better be ready for it.” He held your hand and gently dragged you to his motorcycle. Chuuya gave you his helmet and patted the saddle behind himself.

You hopped on the motorcycle, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity about what awaited you. You held onto Chuuya tightly, but when the engine should have roared to life, it just remained silent. Confusion washed over you as you exchanged a puzzled glance with your lover. His face slowly became red from annoyance as he realized what just happened. “For fucks sake! I can’t fucking believe it. Really?!” You glanced over his shoulder to understand the situation - he ran out of gas. You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the unexpected turn of events. Chuuya, clearly embarrassed and annoyed, muttered a string of curses under his breath as he realized his mistake. “Okay, okay, okay. Change of plans. I don’t fucking want to waste any more time. Get inside and wait for my call, alright, baby?” You squeezed him with your arms still wrapped around his waist, nodding lightly with the helmet still on your head. “Just don’t get too worked up over things like this. It’s totally alright, Chuu.” You gently stroked his chest before getting back inside the house.

Chuuya quickly placed everything in order on the rooftop and got ready to finally celebrate your birthday. When he finally told you to come, you felt the excitement rush over you. You bounded up the stairs to the rooftop, eager to see what Chuuya had prepared for your birthday celebration. As you reached the top, you were greeted with a breathtaking sight: candle lights twinkling, a blanket set with your favorite fruits, some luxurious red wine, and... A really messed up cake. And you could swear you also smell something rotten there.

You couldn’t help but chuckle when you saw his distorted face. “Oh my god Chuu, this looks... amazing!” You took a step closer to him, but he shook his head in disbelief. “The cheese is rotten because I had to drive around all day for those idiots. And on top of that, the cake got messed up while I rushed here to finally meet you. Damn it. And I couldn’t even get enough flowers to celebrate–” If he’s going to continue this rambling, maybe he’s going to explode. A warm smile spread across your face as you walked towards him and firmly grabbed his shoulder. “Hey.” you looked into his eyes and pulled him in for a long, sensational kiss. He took the lead quickly, with one of his hands grabbing you by your hips, while the other wandered up on the back of your neck. Before he could deepen the kiss more, you whispered to his lips with a cheeky tone “You wanted to say happy birthday, right?” He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against yours.

“Oh, baby.” He slipped his hand under your shirt, gently caressing your bare skin. His touch sent shivers down your spine as you could feel the intensity of his desire growing more with each passing second. “I’d rather show you what a happy birthday looks like.”

The cute dividers are from @cafekitsune ♡

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cauliflowertree · 1 year

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love grows—remus lupin

summary: cherry picking with remus.

word count: 0.4k

fanfic no. 048.

sun beams kissed your cheeks through the branches of orchard trees, pleasantly warming your skin and leaving you with a soft glow. remus watched you from a little distance away, holding a basket of picked cherries, a soft and immovable smile cast on his face as he absentmindedly gripped a few more cherries and dropped them in what he hoped was the basket.

what he hadn’t noticed was the small trail of berries that had missed their intended destination, for he wasn’t paying much attention to the cherry picking at present. but you were engrossed in the activity, ensuring you only plucked the very best and ripest cherries from the branches, carrying them in your shirt you’d folded upwards to create a sort of makeshift bowl until it was full enough to add to the basket remus was carrying.

around you were families with young children upon their father’s shoulders and elderly couples who descended upon the cherry orchards annually. but this was yours and remus’ first time—a special occasion to add to the list of firsts you’d shared with one another.

“do you want to put those in the basket?” asked remus from a few metres away.

you peered down at your shirt full of cherries and then over to the basket, practically half empty. your shirt was rather full, to be sure. skipping over to your boyfriend, you grinned, dropping your collection of the ruby fruit into the basket.

“a very nice haul,” praised remus, a pinkness in his cheeks from the warm weather.

“why, thank you,” you laughed as you began to pick more, deciding to stay closer to him this time.

another discard into the basket from you and remus noted it was finally full and held out his hand to walk with you back to the entrance. it was still early in the day, barely one in the afternoon, and you hadn’t thought what you might do with the rest of your day.

“what do you want to do when we leave?” you asked remus, rubbing your thumb over his hand.

“i thought maybe we’d pop to the shops and get some food for a picnic. and maybe eat some of these cherries,” he grinned.

“ooh yeah! but not all of them, i want to look up a for cherry pie later,” you informed him, a giddy smile on your face.

“sounds amazing, i can’t wait,” smiled remus, leaning down to kiss your cheek as you exited the cherry orchard and headed down the road in search of a supermarket.

🏷 @imabee-oralizard @finns-arm-is-mint @inkluvs @basicallyjustmuggleremuslupin

#remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x gn!reader #remus lupin fic #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin

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legacyshenanigans · 1 year

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Would MC ever try and surprise Marvolo in ways that weren’t sexual? Like for instance we know he loves sweets but has the boy ever had a proper home cooked meal (given he’s probably got house elfs and magic)? If she ever did try and do something nice for him I imagine he’d complain or question most of the way but would she ever go above and beyond and him genuinely appreciate it?

I'm using your ask to post this, as it was something I was thinking about doing 💜 and it fits this ask I feel 💚💚

So here's some fluffy fluff. 💓

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Marvolo x MC

Forever 💚

MC lead Marvolo through the Forbidden forest by the hand,

Marvolo: MC..Where are you actually taking me?

MC: You'll see, i told you, its a surprise. *smiles*

Marvolo: *narrows his eye's at her*

They reached a little private area, a small flower patch between a few large trees. MC took out her wand. Marvolo spoke out in a teasing tone

Marvolo: Is it finally happening? Have you brought me out to the middle of the woods to kill me? Have you grown sick of me? *chuckles*

MC: *clicks her tongue in mild irritation but giggles* Don't be silly.

MC waved her wand over the area, revealing her surprise which she'd hidden with Magic, a table and two chairs appears, with floating candles, a spread of delectable meats and cheeses, fresh fruit, expensive wine, fancy crackers and breads. She looked at Marvolo and gave him a sweet smile

MC: Here we are.

Marvolo couldn't help but give her a little sweet grin of his own.

Marvolo: This is.. Perfect.

MC: I thought we could just sit, eat together, chat and laugh, and just forget about everything else for a while.

Marvolo: *small chuckle* I'd like that..

The pair sat together for hours, it was a really beautiful and peaceful night, MC felt like they hadn't done anything like this for a while, and was really enjoying herself, Marvolo seemed to be too. MC reached down to a little basket she had on the floor, picking up a cupcake she'd made for him.

MC: I tried to make your favourite, the pink cupcakes you love so much *giggles* But refuse to eat around other people.

Marvolo looked at the cute pink cupcake in her hand, she'd put a heart shaped sweet on the top of it, which made him give her a wide genuine grin as he took the cake from her hand.

Marvolo: You're...*sigh* So cute at times...You make me feel mushy...*cheeky smirk* Ruins my image, you know?

MC: *giggles*

Marvolo picked the heart shaped sweet from atop the cake, and looked at it for a moment, before turning to MC, bringing it to her lips, MC giggled and opened her mouth as Marvolo popped the sweet in there with a smile, before he ate his cupcake.

Marvolo: Delicious, you made this?

MC: Mhm *blushes*

Marvolo: *smirk* Well..I didn't realise you were so good at baking cakes, I think I prefer yours to the ones from the shops.

MC: I'm glad *sweet grin*

The pair chatted again for a while longer, MC had now made her way over to him and was sat on his lap, his arm tightly around her as they continued to chuckle and joke with one another and drink their wine. Marvolo put down his glass and stood, lifting her up with him, before gently setting her down.

Marvolo: I was glad you asked me to do this with you tonight....I'd been looking forward to this surprise since you'd mentioned it a few days ago.

MC: *blushes* I'm glad you liked it, I'm having fun. It's been really lovely.

Marvolo took hold of her hands and looked down at her.

Marvolo: I know I'm not..Romantic, all the time.

MC: I dont need you to be *sweet grin*

Marvolo: But you deserve it, you deserve the world, I'd give you the world if I could.

MC: I don't need the world..Just you.

She really brought out the softness in him, and although he still wasn't used to it, he didn't mind showing it to her once in a while, and only her. Marvolo smiled as he let out an almost shakey breath.

Marvolo: You own my heart... And you may have me...Forever.

Marvolo reached into his pocket and got down on one knee, MC let out a soft gasp, looking down at him in slight shock. He presented her with a black velvet box, opening it, to reveal a white gold ring with a large centre black diamond, with white diamonds on either side, and a circle of small diamonds around the centre stone, it was so elegant and stunning. He smiled up at her.

Marvolo: Would you do me the greatest of honours? And...Be my wife, MC?

A tear rolled down MCs cheek, she smiled so big her cheeks hurt.

MC: Of course I will! Yes! More than anything!

She'd never seen a smile on Marvolos face quite like this one, he slid the ring onto her finger and stood, picking her up in his arms again, she giggled as he kissed her.

Marvolo: You've just made me a very happy man, my love... *whispers* My everything..

#the gaunts hc #the gaunt family #marvolo gaunt hc #marvolo gaunt #marvolo gaunt headcanon #dmxkekeficirii

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blueraineshadows · 1 year

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A Mini Quidditch Surprise

Garreth Weasley x F!MC ❤️🌶

Spoiler/Trigger alert: This fic will have a pregnancy announcement

This fic is inspired by a Request from @simpy-slytherin 💜

The soft sounds of MC's moans drifted across the bedroom, the blankets were tangled, her hair was rumpled, and her fingers were buried deep into her husband's soft locks. His mouth pressed hot kisses across her skin, his tongue swirling softly, her hips flexing with the need to feel him inside her.

This was the best way to start the day.

Her breasts tingled, they felt heavy, aching, and she guided his head towards them. The shock of desire that speared her when his teeth grazed a nipple made her arch upwards. A cry left her lips. "Oh...Garreth," she moaned.

Encouraged by her reaction he gave her more attention and she was stunned at how sensitive she was, writhing and panting eagerly. His hand came up to cup the other breast, giving it a gentle squeeze and her eyes flew open. It was so sensitive it was almost pain.

"Fuck me," she begged. "Now!"

He glanced up at her, a little surprised at the vehement tone of her voice. "Wow, someone is horny this morning," he laughed.

She grabbed him, panting. "You have no idea!"

Happy to oblige, he did exactly as she bid. Every fibre of her was a blistering inferno, and she clung to him, urging him to go harder, faster, until his breaths were gasping through his lips.

Her release was swift, and he held her as she came undone around him, sweat beading both of their brows. She was trembling. He stared at her. "Are you alright?"

She nodded, a little stunned. "Yes, yes, I'm alright."

Garreth was washing up for work and MC was making some tea, early morning sunlight warming their kitchen. She swallowed and frowned, her stomach swirling. She slapped a hand to her mouth and ran, barely making it before she emptied herself. Garreth was standing there in a towel, toothbrush in hand, gaping.

"Merlin's beard," he said. He put a hand on her back, easing her gently to sit on the floor beside the bath tub. He grimaced, eyes creased with concern. "You're as pale as a ghost. Do you want me to fetch a nurse?"

She shook her head. "I will be alright," she insisted. She attempted a little smile, her stomach still sour and churning. "I'll be fine after a cup of tea."

Garreth was fussing over her, feeling helpless but wanting to be useful as she went about making that tea. She couldn't face any breakfast, and Garreth forced his own down his throat, his eyes constantly watching her. He didn't want to leave her, but she kissed his cheek and pressed some sandwiches wrapped in brown paper into his hand, sending him off on his way to work.

Once he was gone, MC took a deep breath and got ready to leave the house. They needed some shopping and a walk through the village might make her feel better.

The air was warm, spring would be melting into summer soon, and MC took some deep breaths. She thought the earth smelled stronger today, and as she passed the market stands, the scents and fragrances were an assault on her nose.

She paused at the fruit and veg stand, a hand on her stomach, that swirling sourness washing over her again. Then it passed and she took a shaky breath. The woman behind the stall looked at her, a little frown on her brow. "Are you alright, Mrs Weasley?"

"Yes, quite fine, thank you," MC replied. "Just a little off colour this morning."

The lady nodded, thinking for a moment. She reached forward to a little basket. "Here, take some of this," she said, holding out a chunk of ginger to MC. "Chew on it, or grind it up and pop it in your tea. Baking it into biscuits works as well. It did wonders for me when I was carrying my own youngsters."

MC stilled, her eyes on the ginger, and then swinging wildly up to the stall holder. She gaped and immediately shook her head. "Oh, no, there's no need..."

She trailed off, her mind whirring madly. They had been married about five months, five wonderful months of barely being able to leave their bed, wrapped up in each other's arms. A flush crept into her cheeks. She tried to remember her last bleed and couldn't believe she hadn't noticed the missed months.

The stall holder smiled knowingly and held the ginger out. "Take it, no charge," she said warmly. "Congratulations, my dear. The first baby is a wonderful experience, and I'm sure your husband is going to be delighted."

....*....

MC took a day to collect her thoughts, her gaze drifting far off into the distance, her hand unconsciously placed over her abdomen. A baby. A tiny Weasley. Her eyes stung at the gift he had placed within her.

The sickness had faded as the day wore on, but returned again in the evening. Garreth was pacing, insisting on calling for the nurse. MC kept assuring him she was fine, tempted to put him out of his misery. But she held the words back. She wanted to make it special for him, not in the middle of holding her hair back while she threw up.

While he was at work the next day, MC took the Floo network to visit the nurse. After a full check up, she was declared as fit, well, and most definitely pregnant, around 8 weeks.

On her way home, MC passed a shop window display that caught her eye, she paused to look closer and smiled. She had an idea on how to tell Garreth the news.

MC was sitting on the rug by the fire when Garreth came home, her heart fluttering, hands a little sweaty. While he came from a large family, they hadn't really discussed children yet. They had been so caught up in their own little bubble of wedded bliss it just hadn't happened.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. He quickly shrugged off his coat and came to her, dropping to his knees taking her hand in his. He kissed her forehead. "I missed you today."

"I went into town," she said. She gave his hand a squeeze. "I...I have a gift for you."

A confused smile lifted his lips. "For me? Whatever for? It's not my birthday."

"Because I love you," she shrugged. Her heart was pounding. "Does there have to be another reason?"

His cheeks blushed pink. "I suppose not. Although, I have nothing to gift you in return, and I love you just as much, actually I reckon I might love you more. Everyone always said I was duelling above my weight with you. I'm a lucky devil."

She laughed, moving up onto her knees to kiss his lips. "I'm the lucky one," she said, softly. "And anyway, you have already given me the most precious thing a wife could wish for."

He tilted his head a little, his eyes searching hers curiously. She squeezed his hand again before letting go and retrieving a little burgundy box from under the chair. She held it out to him, her teeth worrying at her bottom lip.

He eyed the box, he looked a little nervous, but curious all the same. "Nothing is going to jump out and explode or anything, is it?"

She rolled her eyes. "Isn't that more your style?"

"Good point," he said grinning. He took the box and lifted the lid. He saw the tissue paper with the logos for his favourite Quidditch team printed all over it. He raised an eyebrow. "You bought me Quidditch merchandise? I thought you said I already owned too much!"

She sighed and gave him a nudge. "Just open it already, for goodness sake!"

"Alright, alright," he laughed. She clasped her hands together tightly as he pulled back the tissue paper. His hands stilled, and his eyes flew to hers. A strange sound left his throat.

MC held her breath. He picked up the little baby sleepsuit folded neatly inside and held it up, the outfit unfolding to reveal the Quidditch team logo on the front, the soft cotton in the team colours.

His fingers shook and his throat was working hard as he attempted to swallow. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

MC could feel her lungs screaming for air, the moment hanging tense, as he just stared at the little sleepsuit. And then she gasped, air rushing into her lungs as he crushed the little suit to his face, leant forwards and something like a muffled sob reached her ears.

"Garreth?" She croaked. She put a hesitant hand on his head. "Garreth...speak to me, oh gods...are you...are you upset?"

Her heart squeezed. He shook his head, sucking in a breath, and then he was upright and reaching for her, pulling her against him. "Oof," she grunted. He held her so tightly, his face buried in her hair. "I love you so fucking much," he groaned.

A huff of relieved laughter burst from her lips. Then he was kissing her face, his lips everywhere, his hands cupping her head. He pulled back, the hugest grin on his face. He held up the sleepsuit again and laughed, hugging it to chest. "Are you really up the duff? Like, for real?"

She put a hand to her forehead, shaking her head, laughter bubbling up her throat. "Oh, Garreth, yes. We are having a baby."

He looked down at the sleepsuit. "This is perfect, I can't wait to show everyone. Mum is going to be so thrilled!"

"So, you're happy?" She asked.

He gazed at her, eyes wide. "Are you kidding? This is brilliant! I'm going to be a dad!"

His face dropped in sudden shock. "Fuck, I'm going to be a dad." He frowned a little. "What if I fuck this up? I'm a walking disaster most of the time, I'm going to be awful at this!"

She reached for him, grabbing his shoulders. "Don't you ever say that again," she said. "I love you Garreth Weasley, even when you drive me nuts with your wild ideas, and your baby will love you too. You will be a fantastic father!"

He looked uncertain, almost shy. She took his hand and placed it on her tummy. "I'm scared too, but we can figure it out together, right?"

His eyes softened and he looked down as he gave her tummy a little rub. Then he grinned and bent to press a kiss there. "Hello, my little Weasley bean," he said to her tummy. "I'm your daddy, and I'm going to teach you everything I know. We are going to have so much fun."

MC wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry at that thought, either way, her heart was feeling rather full in that moment. She had never felt so grateful for what she had.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #mc x garreth weasley #garreth weasley #blueraineshadows

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matchalovertrait · 2 months

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Ask Game: List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers :)

Thank you :) I'll do 10 lol

My family (including my cat and dog) and friends. I love my younger sisters lol

Simming, simblr, and the people of simblr!! I am obsessed

Strong iced matcha 😩😩 it heals me

Foooooood! I love enchilades verdes, fudge overnight oats, tacos de al pastor with piña, pho, carne asada, pizza, fries, tamales, etc.

On that note, I'm happy whenever I find good, gluten-free alternatives. I'm gluten-intolerant and it gives me severe acne, really itchy and painful :( took me over a decade to find that out. I still need to find gluten-free dumplings, birotes, and flaky croissants. I miss them!!

Dressing up cute :) I'm glad I found my own personal style and have pieces in my closet from years and years ago. Every now and then I'll go shopping at the mall, but I mostly thrift nowadays. Younger me would've thought I look so cool now lmao

Anime. I like Attack on Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen, Spy x Family, Black Butler, Shadows House, Death Note, Fruits Basket. I've been watching Delicious in Dungeon too. This summer, I'm going to Anime Expo for the first time!

Mockumentaries. They're so funny to me!! I love Parks and Rec, Modern Family, and Abbott Elementary.

Music. I think Lauren can see how often I'm listening to music on Spotify 😂

I don't really do this anymore cuz of limited space, but collecting things. I have lil collections of enamel pins, vinyls, funko pops, plushies, and alternative press magazines. My room is definitely not minimalistic.

#amy's asks #ask chain #nonsims

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Part 12: Bloodied & Broken

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Tommy refuses to leave Lucy's bedside while she recovers.

Word Count: 4,153

Notes: Warnings for references to injuries and hospitals.

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Chapter 2: At Her Bedside

Tommy sat numbly in the waiting room, hunched over in his chair in a way that his back would likely complain constantly about come the next day, fiddling with his fingers–a habit he suspected he’d picked up from Lucy–as he waited agonizingly for the doctor to come back from the surgical suite and give him an update on Lucy’s condition.

He’d long ago lost track of just how long he’d been sitting there. Ada had come and sat with him for a little while. Brought a basket of bread and cheese and fruit that he barely touched, only eating a few grapes when she pushed him hard enough on it. But then it got late and she had to head home, promising to come back in the morning to check on him.

He was aching for a cigarette, but there was no smoking allowed in the waiting room. And he didn’t want to go outside and risk missing the doctor if he came out with any news.

His eyes, staring intensely for the last few hours at the doors they’d taken Lucy through, as if looking at them hard enough would ensure that she would be okay, dropped exhaustedly to the floor. Lowering purposefully so that no one would see the sudden glassiness that had overtaken them.

His girl. His clever, sweet, impossibly strong girl. It was his fault that she was like this: wheeled into emergency surgery and barely clinging to life.

He should have gone with her, when she went to go to the shop to prepare for the meeting. Or should have insisted she stayed with him. Or made sure that there was someone else already guarding the house.

He promised he’d protect her. And where the fuck was he while she was bleeding and dying on the betting shop floor? Laughing with his brothers in the snug at the Garrison and sipping fucking whiskey.

Just the thought of it alone was almost enough to make him sick with guilt and self-loathing.

“Mr. Shelby?”

Tommy’s head snapped up at the doctor’s voice. The man standing near the doors leading to patients’ rooms was tall and slim, in his early forties, with a pair of glasses perched on his nose and just the beginnings of gray hair starting to appear at his temples. Practically leaping from his seat, Tommy ignored the way that his back popped a little in complaint at the sudden movement, and approached him. The doctor looked about, the waiting room mostly empty save for another family who had come in but an hour or so ago, with a child who Tommy assumed must have broken his arm.

“This way, sir,” the doctor said, holding open the door leading into a long hallway. “My name is Dr. Leonard Birch. I’m the head neurosurgeon here.”

Tommy nodded. “Pleased to meet you,” his throat felt raw from lack of use or water over the past few hours.

“This way,” Dr. Birch started to lead the way down the hall. “I understand that you are Miss. Winters’s emergency contact?”

“Yes.”

“And you were the one who came in with her?”

“That’s right.”

“You’re her employer?”

Amongst many other things, Tommy corrected silently, but just nodded in affirmation. “Yes. But we’ve been friends for a long time.”

Dr. Birch shot him a look that was a little too knowing for what Tommy was normally comfortable with, but he decided to let it go, clearing his throat and shoving his hands into his pockets.

“How is she?”

Dr. Birch glanced down at the file cradled in his arms. “The bullet had lodged itself in the outermost layer of her brain, right beneath the cerebral cortex and close to the cerebrum, and she has radial cracks in her skull. I was able to cleanly extract the bullet and pick the pieces of broken skull out of her head and the area surrounding the wound,” he checked his notes again. “You said that she was shot with a squirrel gun?”

“That or something like one in size. I didn’t get a close look at it.”

“I thought as much when I saw the size of the bullet. The ammunition was too small and the firepower not powerful enough to properly propel the bullet deep into her head. It’s probably why she’s still alive. Her skull did its job: it protected the brain from the bulk of the damage. But…”

Tommy braced himself.

“The blood loss and physical trauma was still significant. I am reasonably confident that she will wake up. But it isn’t a certainty at this point, Mr. Shelby,” Dr. Birch explained gently.

Tommy swallowed hard, closing his eyes, forcing all significant emotion to remain wiped from his face. Even though it felt like someone had just punched him in the stomach.

“If she does wake up, she’ll have a long recovery ahead of her–”

“Any long term effects?” Tommy asked hoarsely. Birch had mentioned that the bullet had pierced the outer layer of her brain, after all.

“No. I wouldn’t expect any. An increase in headaches, perhaps? There’s always a chance, but I don’t see anything to indicate that she won’t make a full recovery.”

“So long as she wakes up.”

“Yes. And I am optimistic on that front, Mr. Shelby. I just do not want to set unrealistic expectations–”

“I understand.”

Dr. Birch nodded and rifled through his papers. “After the surgery was complete, we stitched and bandaged her up, so I’m not worried about any more blood loss. But we will want to keep her for a while to get her started on recovery, and to monitor for any brain bleeding or infection.”

“How long?”

“Difficult to say until she wakes up.”

“And how long might that be?” assuming she woke up at all. His stomach turned with the pessimistic thought.

“A few days wouldn’t be unexpected. Perhaps a week,” Dr. Birch gestured to a door. “Here we are,” he looked at Tommy with kind, gray eyes. “I understand that you are a figure of significance, Mr. Shelby. Your donations to this hospital over the past couple of years have been greatly appreciated. And so long as you do not get in the way of my staff and our work, you are welcome to stay with her as long as you’d like. If you have any questions, or you or Miss. Winters need anything, just holler. We have a nurse station nearby.”

“Right,” Tommy took hold of the doorknob, staring at it like it might bite him. He hesitated, glancing back at the doctor. “Thank you for looking after her.”

Dr. Birch gave him a kind smile. “It’s what we do, Mr. Shelby.”

Tommy nodded, and pushed open the door so he could step into the small hospital room. He had paid extra to get her into a private room, with daylight. Sunshine was just starting to peek in through the drawn curtains. It was the morning, then. She’d been in surgery for most of the night.

A small white cot was set up near the right wall of the room. Tommy took a tentative step forward, towards the chair already positioned at her bedside.

Lucy was laying on her back, eyes closed. A metal halo brace was strapped to keep her from turning her head. As he got closer, he was able to take in just how pale her skin still was. She looked smaller than usual, tucked in under the white hospital sheets. More fragile. Her head was wrapped in thick bandages.

Slowly, Tommy sank into the chair at her side, unable to take his eyes off of her pale face. Tentatively, he scooped one of her hands up in both of his. She was cold to the touch, and he silently wondered if he should demand they bring another blanket for her. She always got so easily chilled.

Encasing her limp hand with both of his, he drew her in closer, pressing a kiss to her knuckles and resting his forehead against their joined hands. His eyes tracked the steady rise and fall of her chest beneath the blankets.

A sob spasmed out of his chest. Then another.

He wasn’t sure if he’d ever felt so helpless before. He wished so badly that he could trade places with her. That it had been him instead of her who had taken the bullet to the head.

Pressing his trembling lips together, he squeezed his eyes shut.

Just be okay. Please, just be okay. C’mon, sweetheart, I know you can do it. Just wake up. Just wake up for me, love. Please. I need you.

While he did not utter the words out loud, he knew that somewhere, through the bond that tied them together, she could hear him. For a short, small moment, so miniscule that for a second he thought that he was only imagining it, her fingers twitched and tightened against his.

Tommy lifted his head, staring hopefully into her face. There was no change in her features, and he felt his spirits sink a little, even as he tried to remind himself that it was unlikely for her to wake up right away even under the best of circumstances. The drugs they’ve given her to sleep during the surgery probably hadn’t even worn off yet.

The hours ticked by, and he remained by her side. At some point, he just about ripped the heads off of a few nurses who tried to encourage him to go home. He’d even made one of them cry.

He felt a little bad about that. Lucy would have scolded him, if she were awake, reminding him that it wasn’t their fault. They were just doing their jobs.

Sighing, he touched his lips to the back of her hand.

“Come back to me,” he whispered, begging. “Please, love.”

Her hand remained limp in his.

∗ ∗ ∗

“Tommy?”

He roused a little from where he’d been dozing, head resting on the mattress of Lucy’s cot near her hip, her hand still wrapped in his. He couldn’t quite stifle his groan as he sat up, back popping in several places and aching from being forced into a slumped position for so long.

Ada raised an eyebrow, hand dropping from where it had been resting on his shoulder. “You know, if you asked and were willing to pay a little extra, they might be willing to set up a cot for you to sleep on.”

“Mm,” he grunted, filing the idea away. It wasn’t a bad one. Especially since he was likely going to be sleeping there for a while. “What are you doing here?”

“I promised that I would come back to check in,” Ada said with a shrug. “I brought you some more food,” she set a basket down.

“Thank you,” he muttered, even though he doubted he would eat much of it. Ada shot him a look.

“You have to promise to eat at least some of it. I’ll be coming back in a couple of days and I don’t want to return to find that basket still mostly full when I do,” she crossed her arms. “Lucy would be cross with us if we let you starve yourself.”

“That’s not fair,” he muttered. Ada just rolled her eyes, pulling up a chair next to him, reaching out to smooth some of his hair down for him.

“Brought these too,” she said once she was done, reaching into a bag she’d set down on the floor. From it she pulled out a bouquet of flowers and a stuffed bear, holding in its paws a heart that read, ‘GET WELL SOON!’ in big, looping letters. “Arthur and John both pitched in.”

Tommy looked at the gifts, momentarily lost for words. He knew how some members of his family felt about Lucy. That they even thought to get her something at all was significant. He took them from her tentatively, carefully resting them on the side table by Lucy’s bed.

“Thank you,” he cleared his throat. “I’m sure she’ll love them.”

Ada shot him a knowing look, lips pulled into a half smile while she nodded. He didn’t doubt that the presents were probably her idea.

“How is she?” she asked, glancing over at Lucy’s sleeping figure, her eyes saddening as she took in the red-head’s state.

“If she wakes up…the doctors say that after a long recovery, she’ll be fine.”

“If she wakes up?”

“The surgeon says he’s fairly confident she will in a few days or so. But it isn’t a certainty. She lost a lot of blood. And her skull is fractured.”

“What about her brain?”

“The bullet only pierced the outermost layer of it. They aren’t expecting it to cause any lasting damage.”

“And if it does?”

He shot her a sharp look, not liking what she was dancing close to implying. “I’ll handle it.”

“How?”

“Doctors, specialists, whatever it takes.”

“And if it can’t be fixed?”

“What the fuck are you trying to ask me, Ada?” he snapped, temper and protectiveness spiking. She just looked at him calmly, suddenly looking rather eerily similar to Polly.

“Tommy, if she can’t…” she trailed off, biting her lip. “What will you do if she can’t take care of herself anymore?”

He looked away from his sister, down at his unconscious lover, wishing for the thousandth time that she was awake and there with him. He missed having silent conversation with her from across the room through only glances while his family badgered him with questions that made his temples ache and his teeth grind together in frustration.

“Then I’ll take care of her,” he said, certainty in his voice.

“How–”

“For fuck’s sake, Ada,” he growled out, closing his eyes and pinching at his brow. A headache was building behind his eyes. “Now? You really want to have this conversation with me now!?”

For a moment, she was quiet. Then, “I’m sorry. You’re right. We can cross that bridge if we get there.”

He dropped his head with a sigh, exhaustion suddenly heavy in his bones. “Thank you.”

Her slim fingers squeezed his shoulder. “For the record, I don’t think it will come to that. She’s strong.”

Tommy nodded mutely, reaching out to brush some hair out of Lucy’s still face, not caring that Ada was still watching him.

“She looks smaller like this,” Ada observed. Tommy nodded in agreement. Lucy was such a massive part of his life, sometimes it was easy to forget just how tiny she actually was.

Neither of them said much of anything for a long time, Ada just sitting in quiet companionship beside him. It was nice, and while he couldn’t bring himself to actually say it–be it because of pride or something else–he was thankful for her company.

Finally, his little sister sighed, shifting awkwardly in her seat. “Tommy, I really hate having to ask you this, but, Polly was wondering…”

At the mention of Polly, he stiffened. Whenever it came to Lucy, he and Polly were almost guaranteed to disagree, no matter the subject.

Ada took a deep breath, probably already knowing that what she was about to ask was going to trigger his temper. “Polly wants to know when you plan to be back at work.”

Tommy closed his eyes and shook his head, wishing that he could say that he was surprised, even though he really wasn’t. “That’s what she’s worried about right now?”

Ada shrugged. “I don’t really…she just asked me to ask you, that’s all.”

“Tell her I don’t know yet.”

“She won’t like that.”

“She doesn’t like most of my decisions these days,” he grumbled dejectedly. “Tell her she’s in charge until I get back. That’ll put her in a better mood,” if there was one thing Polly liked, it was wielding the authority to tell everyone else what to do.

“She gave me some papers that she needs you to sign,” Ada reached into her bag, pulling out a few forms and a pen. Snatching them from her with perhaps a little more force than necessary, Tommy skimmed the text on each one before scribbling his signature on the line at bottom and passing them back. Ada tucked them back into her purse. She eyed him, expression puzzled. “You’re really going to put off business just to sit here? There’s not much you can do at this point, Tom…”

He turned his eyes back onto Lucy, and had to fight the urge to stroke her cheek. “I don’t want her to wake up alone,” glancing back at Ada, he narrowed his eyes at the look she was giving him. “What?”

“That just…isn’t like you, Tom. You always put business first.”

He felt his jaw tick, even though deep down he knew that she was right.

But Lucy had always been the exception to many of his strongly established habits and rules. And…

Don’t leave me, Lucy’s voice, begging, echoed in his head. He had promised. Holding her hand while she bled onto the betting shop floor and cried in fear over what was going to happen to her.

“I’m not leaving her,” he said, finality in his voice. He could feel Ada still staring. Probably trying to puzzle out what had come over him.

Because of course it couldn’t be love, eh, Ada? No; not your cruel, heartless brother. He’s a wicked monster, right, Ada? And monsters don’t feel such things.

Swallowing back the bitter thoughts before they made themselves known, he turned his head back towards her, though his eyes remained cast to the floor.

“Did Polly say anything else?”

He didn’t really know what he was expecting as an answer. Perhaps it was the small, foolish part of him that, somehow, still hoped that Polly would someday come around to Lucy. That she would at the very least understand that Lucy was important. To him. To the company. And maybe at the very least find it within her to show some semblance of kindness and acceptance towards her.

He did not think that was asking too much.

“No,” Ada murmured quietly. Tommy turned away, scowling at the window and shaking his head.

“Lucy saves her fucking life, and she can’t even be bothered to ask how she is.”

“Polly…Polly’s a proud woman, Tommy, you know that. It’s hard for her to admit that maybe she was wrong about someone. But I really don’t think–”

“You really don’t think it has anything to do with the fact that Polly has wanted Lucy gone from the very first moment that she stepped into my life?”

“Now, come on, Tommy, I don’t think you’re being very fair…”

“I bet she’s lighting candles at the church or at the altar in her room right now and praying that Lucy never wakes up. Or that she’ll die in that hospital bed,” he spat out bitterly.

Shocked silence stretched out between them. Tommy winced, biting down on his tongue, not that doing so would do him much good now. Ada gaped at him.

“You honestly believe that?”

Sighing, he looked back at his sister, her eyes quietly furious, and she must have seen the answer in his face, because her expression twisted into one of disgust, rising from her chair and grabbing her bag.

“Fuck you, Tommy, how dare you talk about her like that. Polly had only ever had your best interests and safety at heart–”

“You can’t deny that she’s treated Lucy fucking horribly these past couple years, Ada–” he started to defend.

“You always take her side!” Ada burst out, cheeks turning red. “Any time any of us try to raise any issue about her, you stomp your feet and refuse to listen. Did it ever occur to you that maybe Polly has legitimate concerns about her?”

“Lucy has been with us for years now, she’s proven her loyalty dozens of times over, what more do you want from her?”

“No, she’s proven her loyalty to you, Tommy. Not to us,” she sucked in a furious breath.

“She’s always been cordial and kind to all of you–”

“Yeah, to our faces. Then she gathers up every fucking thing we say in her presence and reports it all back to you. She’s nothing but your little spy and a two-faced–”

“Careful,” he growled. Ada narrowed her eyes at him, tilting her chin up in silent defiance.

“You brought this woman into our lives without consulting us. Without barely even giving us a heads up about her. None of us got to have any say in it. You just pushed her onto us and expected everyone to be fine with it and to immediately accept her. Over and over, you’ve chosen her over your own fucking family–”

“Lucy is family, Ada!”

“Have you not listened to a word I said? No she is not. She’s not blood. And she’s not your wife. Or even your girlfriend–”

Tommy locked his jaws tight around the words he longed to spit back in her face correcting her about how wrong she was.

“She is an employee. A good one, sure, but that is all. You need to stop putting her above everyone else.”

He was beginning to wonder if Polly had somehow managed to possess Ada and speak through her to him. Rubbing at his eyes, he fought back the urge to scream and rose from his chair, getting right up and in Ada’s face.

“I don’t think, of all of us, you have any ground to stand on when it comes to putting non-family members above the rest of us.”

“What–”

“Remind me again, Ada, who was running around with Freddie Thorne when he and I were at odds? Hm? Who was sneaking out every night to see him? Who was telling him everything that was said at family meetings? Who abandoned the family and disappeared for months and acted like she wanted nothing to do with any of us?” he paused, in a way that would have had Lucy raising an eyebrow at him from across the room and thinking ‘over dramatic bastard’ affectionately at him with her eyes.

Fuck, he missed her.

“Wasn’t me,” he concluded.

“That’s not fair. Freddie and I are in love.”

Oh, Ada, if only you knew…Part of him longed to just throw it in her face. But he and Lucy had agreed to keep their relationship private from the rest of the family, and he wasn’t about to go against her wishes, especially without talking to her about it first.

Not that it was likely to make any difference. They would all just find another excuse for excluding and rejecting her.

He was suddenly very tired. And lonely. Even though it was what he ultimately had been expecting, it still stung to know that he was alone in his caring for Lucy.

But for a moment, when Ada had handed over those flowers and stuffed bear, he’d thought that just maybe…

Shaking his head, he looked towards the window, frustration building steadily. Where there had once been the beginnings of comfortable companionship, now there was just bitter suspicion. Had she even brought the gifts out of genuine thoughtfulness and concern, or was it just in an attempt to butter him up before trying to wrench him away from Lucy’s side?

“Get out.”

“What?”

He looked back at his sister coldly. “You come in here, and you throw all this shit at me while she’s laying there, unconscious in that hospital bed after she almost fucking died…you defend Polly when she can’t even be bothered to pitch in for fucking flowers for the woman who got injured trying to save her life…” he shook his head. “Get out.”

Ada was looking at him with slightly furrowed brows. As if only just starting to piece something together. “Tommy…”

“I said get out. Now.”

Her lips pursed, gaze darting between him and Lucy a few times. Her hands tightened around her handbag. With a small nod, she turned, heading for the door. Hand on the knob, she stopped, looking over her shoulder at him.

“For the record, despite our differences, I do hope that she wakes up,” she said. “At the very least, her presence makes you somewhat bearable to be around.”

Tommy flinched slightly as the door slammed shut behind her, sighing and raising his palms to flattened over his face, head tipped back while he groaned.

Fucking hell…

Hands dropping to his sides, he glanced over at Lucy’s sleeping figure.

“Can you fucking believe that shit, love?” he asked her in a soft voice. She didn’t respond, and he sighed to himself, dropping back down in the chair at her bedside. Stress and exhaustion weighed heavily at his eyelids. Reaching across the pristine white bed sheets, he took hold of her hand again, thumb stroking along her knuckles.

“Please, wake up soon, love,” he whispered.

Thank you for reading! Please consider leaving a comment, reblog, or like. I always appreciate feedback and love getting the opportunity to interact with you and hear your thoughts!

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Could you please write headcanons about modern Az and reader preparing to welcome the birth of their first baby….Azriel taking reader for maternity shopping , baby proofing their apartment and Az being just an overprotective husband 🥹😄….I’m currently pregnant and I’m due in next month so this idea just popped in my head ❤️

First of all, congrats!!! I am so so happy for you, it is such a great joy in life. I wish you and your little baby all the best❤️ feel free to update me when the little baby is here, I am so excited for you!!!

Azriel not letting you do anything that could only be a little exhausting "Here let me take that for you." "No way are you going to carry that." "No way, my lady, this is too heavy for you."

chuckling you will always give in, watching your mate dash through your shared place, carrying all sorts of things around

not only things also you "My love you don't need to walk." "Are you exhausted, baby, need me to carry you?" "Exhaustion is not good for the baby, here let me pick you up."

Azriel will build up the baby bed, obviously with the help of Rhys and Cass

and the will groan and grumble and sweat while doing that, putting wrong pieces together and then having to take it apart again and rebuild it

obviously they will celebrate when they are done and you watch them in amusement

baaaaths

Azriel will love nothing more than taking long and thorough baths with you in the evenings after long days

he put some essential oils in that are good for you, for the baby, for your belly

afterwards he will massage your belly with oil, scarred hands soothingly moving over the skin

and since we are in the bathroom already .....Azriel will obviously hold your hair when morning sickness kicks in

Azriel will also make sure there are no edges in house where your little baby could bump against

you tell him that it might be a little early for that

but Azriel insists that it can never be early enough

blood sugar checking – Azriel will always help you, making notes and helping you do the test

making sure you are well nourished, providing you with fruits and veggies etc.

baby clothes shopping

at first Az is like "yeah of course I will join you."

but gods once you are there, this man will be like on "shopping queen"

he will pick up every piece and pout and then put it into your basket

you will choose so many things you end up going home with 8 bags filled with just stuff for the baby – baby clothing, toys, napkins, shoes etc.

also on a sidewalk you will always walk on the inside, never close to the street

when passing people, Azriel's arm will be wrapped around you so no one can bump into you

also adding the birth, so when it is time

Azriel will be a bundle of nervousness and anxiety

he will make sure everything is packed, checking the hospital bag over five times

once in the deliver room Azriel will hold your hand throughout the whole ordeal of giving birth

he will kiss your head and whisper sweet nothings to you

with his first look at the little baby Azriel will cry, because she is so beautiful, and so tiny, and so fragile

for some medical checks your will be brought away for a moment

and the nervousness crashes into him once again

the baby is placed on his bare chest, so warm

she bubbles a little and snuggles into his chest and Azriel knows that from this moment on he will protect her with his life

once you have returned, you share his joy, cuddled on the bed together

#azriel x reader #azriel headcanons #azriel shadowsinger

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✒️ hooked - snowjanus week day 1 - based on this post

✒️day one: first meet ✒️ in order to graduate, coriolanus needs to have a certain amount of community service hours on his record.. oh, brother. luckily, the ever generous plinth family is offering internships to students, giving them a glimpse of the wonderful world of business. each student is assigned a "mentor" who is supposed to show them the ropes. and lucky for coriolanus, he got the best of the bunch– the heir to the plinth throne himself. little does he know, this internship isn't as innocent as it seems.

✒️trigger warnings: none :]

✒️ a/n: i have no idea what this is. happy snowjanus week lmao. also please do read the post link on the far right, it gives some context 🙏🙏

It was a field trip, really? A fucking field trip? Could there be anything more juvenile than this? The last time they had a field trip was in Elementary school, when they took a trip to Dr. Gaul's lab– To show off all of her amazing inventions for society. All they really took away from that day was a goodie bag filled with questionable candy.

The first day of Internship Week at the Academy. Students sign up to spend the week volunteering at a local business and by the end of the week, fill out a form saying whether or not they'd like to continue their service with said business. Most of them were cutesy bakeries or small shops, owned by women who surely were old enough to be considered fossils. Fabricia's store downtown even offered a position, but none of them caught Coriolanus' attention.

Coriolanus wanted a job in the government, which came to a shock to most others. Really? I thought you'd be a writer or something.. Clemmie told him when she found out. How dull, he thought. What good will being an author do him? No. That's not the life he wants.

Snow lands on top. And he'll do everything in his power to make sure he will.

So, he's interning at Plinth Enterprise's, a company that went big in the Dark Days. Supposedly, they sold weapons.. But the money they had accumulated couldn't have just come from weapons, surely. It was a big conspiracy.

The bus ride there was uncomfortable and rickety. Only a dozen roads had been fully patched up after the war, most still fill of potholes. The ones in Downtown– Where Plinth Enterprise's resigned– were halfway patched.

At least he was alone. Only maybe five other students chose to intern at Plinth Enterprise's, Felix Ravenstill and Festus Creed being the most notable.. Well, scratch that. Felix didn't interest him. Festus was a good enough of an acquaintance to consider a friend. But not good enough to sit with.

The bus came to a screeching halt, causing Coriolanus' head to slam against the window he was leaning on. Great.

He stepped off the bus, met with the towering sight of Plinth Enterprise’s, at least 30 stories tall. Do they really need this many floors? He thought, leaning his head back to try and get a glimpse of the top. They just manufacture weapons.. Surely they should be in a factory, or at least near one. The only things to be seen were skyscrapers and other various buildings, though. No factories or warehouses in sight... The windows all had a gloomy tint to them. Were they trying to hide something? Now that would be funny.

A funny looking man came through the glass doors at the front (“what is it with rich people and glass?”), and declared himself their tour guide. He gave a name but Coriolanus could care less. It was almost like looking in a mirror with the way the guide was dressed– White dress shirt that was clearly too tight hidden by a dark blazer to try and counter it. His slacks seemed to fit him just fine, though. Coriolanus envied that. He was squeezed so tightly in these clothes it felt like his head would pop off his shoulders any moment.

The interior of the building was just as elegant as the outside of it– Lush black carpets and leather seats, a basket of fresh fruit on every table. Coriolanus’ stomach rumbled at the sight, thankfully covered by the hustle and bustle of the employees in the lobby. Everything and everyone was dressed in monochrome colors. It was almost like stepping into a new world.

Their guide led them down a hall and up two flights of stairs. I really shouldn’t have skipped breakfast, Coriolanus thought with dismay. His head was already beginning to cloud and feel airy. Stay focused.

They were led through another set of doors into a giant, pale room with staircases sprawling out on either side of a landing. It had a railing and everything. This very place is the definition of "look at me! I have money!"

The guide then went into a clearly over-rehearsed speech about what they would be doing– Acting as assistants, basically. Messenger boys. Fucking fantastic. They were to be assigned a mentor of sorts who would give them their assignments and educate them on the business when they had the time.

The doors at the top of the landing opened, and a boy in a suit came out. Now he looked like he belonged here– Buff frame with curly brown hair, stubble coating his chin and cheeks, all wrapped up in a nice black suit.

Coriolanus' stomach fluttered. Now is not the time to get a crush. And his voice? Oh, just as heavenly.

"We're all very, very glad you're here." Smooth, low, but if you listened close enough, you'd catch some grit. Like a ripple in a pond.. The boy pulled out his hand from his pocket– Gloved hand, oh fuck– And unfolded a white slip of paper. "I'll be reading off your mentoring assignments. They'll be here shortly and we can get this show on the road.."

He cleared his throat. "Mr. Creed, you'll be with Athena." He glanced up. "Mr. Ravenstill.. Woo, what an honor. You'll be with Tiberus. Mr. Pennyworth, you're with Caesar.. And.."

The brunette stared him down with a gaze that was bordering on intimacy. Coriolanus felt himself start to sweat under the collar of his much too tight dress shirt. He didn't even know this boys name, and he was already thinking things that would get him fired on the spot.

The boy wet his lips, looking up from his paper wirh a grin before gesturing a finger at Coriolanus. "And you, blondie.. You're with me."

Oh, fuck. Just what I needed.

The mentors and their interns soon split up. Christ, did he look better up close. "May I ask for your name, sir?" Coriolanus asked, trying to keep his eyes focused on the boys face at least.

"Professionally?" He took a step forward, placing his gloved hands in his pockets. "Mr. Plinth." Oh, fuck. "But.. I've never been one for professionalism.. So call me Sejanus."

"Sejanus.." A sweet name for a sweet looking boy. "I'm looking forward to our time together."

"So am I." Sejanus smiled at him.

This was going to be a long week.

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m-jelly · 2 years

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Country living - Fun with dad

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Married life, being parents, romance, love, fluff, kids, cute, modern AU, pregnant reader, three-year-old boy, five-year-old girl.

Concept: You hand over your daughter and son to Levi as you go off with Levi's mother for a spa day, due to baby number three on the way making you ache a bit. As you relax, Levi keeps his two little ones entertained and has a fun-filled day with them. You come home and listen to your kids and husband about how much fun they had.

Levi watched you pull on your jacket. "So, it's an all-day thing?"

You nodded. "Yeah." You cupped Levi's face and kissed him. "I will be back later. I know what you three are like, you'll miss me terribly and pout a lot. Please, have fun."

"We will."

You knelt in front of your daughter in her cute dungarees. "Enjoy your day with daddy."

Kuchel grinned at you. "Okay mummy. Have fun with grandma."

"I will." You kissed her cheek and gave her a hug. You let her go and hugged your son. "Have fun with your daddy, okay?"

Evan nodded. "Yes, mama."

You gave him kisses making him giggle. "I will see you guys when I get home." You offered your arm to Levi. "Little help?"

Levi helped you to your feet. "Darling, you shouldn't really be getting down so low at six months."

You huffed as you finally stood up. "I know, but you know how stubborn I am." You hummed a laugh. "Have a nice day, okay? I love all three of you."

Levi followed you to the front door. "We love you too. Be safe!"

You looked back at Levi and waved. "I will!"

Levi stood there and watched his mother drive away with you. He welled up a little at seeing you go. He gasped when he heard crying. He looked down at his son and daughter to see they were crying at you leaving. He scooped up both his little ones and held them close. "I know sweeties, I know. I miss your mummy as well."

Kuchel hugged Levi. "When's mummy coming home?"

"A bit later."

Evan sniffed. "Mummy now?"

He carried his kids inside the sweet country home. "Not yet, okay? We're going to have fun together." He kicked the door closed and carried his two kids. "How about we play in the garden for a bit?"

Kuchel hummed a little. "Can we go for a drive?"

Levi got outside and sat down on the edge of the decking. He put his kids down on their feet. "We can go after lunch. We'll drive to the shop, then we'll go to the river and you can catch some bugs and frogs."

"Okay!"

Evan ran over to his ball and picked it up. "Daddy?"

Levi jumped to his feet. "Let's kick the ball around."

Levi jogged around with his two kids and kicked the ball. He laughed with them as they squealed with laughter and forgot all about mummy being gone. He ran after his son and grabbed him making him laugh. He helped Evan kick the ball to his sister until both got a bit bored.

"Right, my little ones. I've got to collect things in the garden. Do you want to help?"

Kuchel jumped up and down. "Yes!"

He guided them both to the gardening hut. "Alright, get your gloves on and grab the basket." He slipped his on and put on the gardening tool belt. "Evan can you manage?"

Evan wiggled his hand at Kuchel. "Help."

Kuchel pulled on her brother's gloves for him. "I can help."

Evan smiled when his gloves were pulled on. "Thank you."

Kuchel kissed his cheek. "You're welcome."

Levi smiled at his kids. "Alright, let's head out. Evan, hold the basket for me. Kuchel, help me pick." He walked out of the hut with his little ones and over to your wonderful garden. "Let's start with the strawberries."

Kuchel pointed at some. "Them!"

Levi knelt next to his daughter. "Let me show you how to pluck them." He twisted and pulled. "Like this. Be gentle, okay? If you're not you'll squeeze the poor strawberry."

"Got it." She pulled one off. "I got it!"

"Well done. Pop it in Evan's basket, okay?"

Evan held up his basket. "I help."

Levi chuckled. "That's it, let's work together."

They all moved around your food garden and gathered fresh fruit, along with vegetables. He stopped his kids from eating anything because he needed to clean everything. He took the basket from Eva when it got too heavy for him to carry. He carried the basket inside and put his kids on their stools so they could help him clean up.

Levi grabbed some food for the kids and made them lunch. He put everything on the table and popped the kids into their seats. "Eat up and we'll go to the river." He leaned over and cleaned Evan's face. "You are messy just like your mummy."

Kuchel giggled. "Messy Evan!"

Evan snorted a laugh. "Like mummy."

Levi winked at his son. "That's right." He saw his son welling up. He wiped Evan's tears. "You want a cuddle?"

Evan nodded. "Yeah."

He picked up Evan and hugged him. "Your mummy misses you both, I just know it. We gotta have fun though. We promised your mummy we would."

Kuchel jumped off her seat. "Can I help Evan?"

Levi put Evan on his feet. "Sure thing. You help him with his wellies and I'll wash up. Call me if you need me, okay?"

"Okay, daddy."

Levi got up and gathered up everything. He washed up the plates and cups as he smiled softly and his son and daughter talking. He dried up and walked over to them by the front door. "You both ready?"

Evan bounced up and down. "Yes!"

Levi opened the cupboard door with the outdoor things in. He grabbed the buckets, nets and jars. "You got your bug and creature book?"

Kuchel gasped. "I'll go get it! It's in my room!"

Levi opened the front door. "Alright, I'll pack the car, okay? Evan, wait here for your sister. I'm just going to be over by the truck."

Evan nodded. "Okay, daddy."

Levi carried everything to his truck and put it in the back, then covered it up. He opened it up and checked the seats were ready for his kids. He turned back to the house and smiled at Kuchel talking to Evan in the doorway, then they held hands and walk over to Levi.

Levi smiled at them. "You both ready?"

Kuchel nodded. "Yes!"

"Great." He helped them into the truck before jogging to the house and locking up. He went back to his kids and put the radio on. "Alright, let's head on out."

Levi chuckled as his kids sang along to the song playing on the radio. He sighed and decided to join in as well. He smirked at his kids when they laughed at him being silly. He sang in a silly voice for a bit, then changed the radio station when a bad song came on. He hummed a little to the next song and realised how much he missed you because you'd be singing along with them.

He pulled up into the parking spot and got out first. He packed everything into a bag before helping his kids. "Hold hands and stay in my line of sight, got it? No running off."

Evan held his sister's hand. "Yes, daddy."

Kuchel gripped Evan's hand. "Promise, daddy."

Levi smiled as he walked behind his kids as they led the way. He watched their every move and kept aware of his surroundings. Levi knew his town was safe because he was the sheriff, but he still worried because that was normal for a dad to worry. Levi's whole world was you, his kids and his mother. He'd do anything for you all.

He stopped by the river and put his bag down. "Alright, don't go too deep in the water. Stay by the shore." He gave Kuchel the little kit you bought her to catch bugs. "Here you go. Be careful and stay next to me."

Kuchel nodded and ran into the water. "I'm gonna find so many bugs!"

Levi crouched down and held Evan's hand as he splashed and kicked in the water. "You not catching anything?"

Evan shook his head. "I like fish."

"When you're older we'll go fishing."

"Yes!"

Levi hummed a laugh. "We'll go to the aquarium too on a family day out."

"I like sharks."

"You're mummy does too."

Evan let out a long sigh. "I miss mummy."

Levi gave his son a hug. "I miss her too. She'll be back later."

Kuchel ran over to Levi. "Daddy look! I caught something!"

Levi cupped the glass jar with water in to see a little fish. "You caught a fish. Well done!"

"Yay!"

He chuckled. "You did really well. Clever girl."

He watched Kuchel as he held Evan's hand. He stood up and held Kuchel's hand and had a bit of a paddle with them. He walked with them through the woods and by the river before returning to their things. He packed up and took his kids back to the truck. He drove to the shop, got them to pick out what they wanted and drove them home.

He worked with them and made a little fort in front of the tv. He sat in the middle of it with one arm around Kuchel and the other around Evan. He put on all kinds of things, then played a game with the kids. He read them a story and tucked them in when it was nap time. Levi sat with them and ended up falling asleep.

You hugged Kuchel and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you for today, I feel a lot better now. I don't know what happened last week, but the little one moved and I have been aching and uncomfortable."

Kuchel smiled at you. "It happens, my love. You have been stressed out with a lot of the town events and baking for them. Plus, little Kuchel is off to school soon and you've been getting ready for that."

You sighed. "I have been stressed a bit."

"You needed to relax and I'm glad I could help. Tell Levi about your stress, okay?"

"I will. Love you!" You blew her a kiss and waved goodbye. You walked into your house and paused when everything was quiet. "No welcome party?"

You put your things down and kicked your shoes off. You walked into the living room to see the little fort area with Levi sleeping on the floor and his two kids half sleeping on him. You smiled softly at the cute sight and started making dinner. You made drinks and set up the table with everything on.

"Mummy?"

You turned to see Evan rubbing his eyes. "Hi, sweetheart."

Evan smiled. "Mummy?"

You nodded. "It's me."

He ran over and sniffed. "Mummy."

You picked him up and hugged him close. "Aww, sweetness don't cry." You rubbed his little back. "I missed you too. Did you have fun with daddy and your sister?"

He nodded. "Lots."

"I'm glad." You kissed his puffy cheek and admired how he looked like a mini version of Levi. "I made you all a nice big dinner and it's everything you love."

Evan clapped his little hands. "Yay!"

You hummed a laugh and put him down. "Go get your sister and clean your hands."

"Yes, mummy."

You finished up dinner and laughed at Kuchel hugging your legs. "Hey, little one." You picked her up and gave her a tight squeeze. You kissed her puffy cheek before putting her down. "Go clean your hands and I'll talk to your daddy."

Kuchel bounced up and down. "Okay!"

You waved to them and joined Levi in the living room. You knelt next to your husband and rubbed his chest. "Honey?"

Levi inhaled. "Mm?"

You leaned down and kissed him. "I'm home. Time to wake up for dinner." You squealed as Levi wrapped his arms around you and turned you so he pinned you against the floor. He leaned over you and kissed you. You giggled as he cover you in kisses and growled. "Ah! Levi! Tone it down a bit."

Levi kissed you and smiled. "Missed you. Did you have fun?"

You nodded. "I did. I relaxed big time. Your mother thinks that I'm a bit stressed. It's a mixture of all the events I've been baking for, Kuchel going off to school soon. I got stressed and our baby knows it."

"Darling, I'm so sorry you've been stressed." He rubbed your cheek. "I should be doing a better job at making you feel relaxed."

"You do a wonderful job. I just got in my head." You smiled. "You and the kids make my world right." You kissed him. "I love all three of you so very much. I wouldn't change my life for the world."

Levi smiled. "I'm glad. I love you."

"I love you too. I love you so damn much. I am happy, really happy."

Levi sat up and held you close. "I know you're happy. You got a bit unwell and stressed with Kuchel, our first. You did with Evan. There's a lot going on in your body right now. Just know that we love you and we'll help you through anything."

You rubbed Levi's chest. "I know, my love, I know." You huffed. "Could you help me up? We have a lovely dinner ready."

He stood up and pulled you to your feet. "Of course. I'm going to show you a lot of love tonight."

"I can't wait." You pulled him along to the dining area. "Help the kids for me?"

"Sure."

You smiled as Levi played with the kids and put them in their seats. You dished out dinner before sitting next to Levi. "Alright, tell me about your day!" You smiled brightly as your kids got excited and told you all about their fun day with Levi. You giggled as Kuchel showed you a jar that had the fish in it, but Levi released it. "I'm so glad you had fun. We should go out as a family soon. The aquarium sounds wonderful."

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lucidglass33 · 8 months

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Crocodile x (gn)Reader:

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Readers pov:

It was unusually dry today, not like any other day, perhaps it’s because the sun decided to shine brighter or the curse upon Alabasta has gotten worse. It’s been hard, having to live alone and work a single pop-up shop but I still managed. Walking outside to stock up some food on my free day I see that the streets complemented the temperature like no other.…. Everyone was in their houses , windows closed and some pop up shops were empty, but besides a few people walking there stood a taller figure. The big man, or perhaps I say Crocodile, everyone fears him in this town but I never saw any point to give him a bigger ego then what he perhaps has now. Given his appearance I’d asume I’d be considered a lowly ant in comparison - passing along the thought aside to do what I came to do I bought fruits and some seasonal Cactus melons, on my way to the next stall I - “oh shit- oof…. Ugh.” did I just slip on….. sand? I was already on the floor confused as I hurt my knee and all my fruits fell onto the floor when the figure I’ve mentioned before crouched before me with a single look.

“Hm, are you alright?” He said with a stern look and his cigar still smoking air.

I was a bit surprised to see him helping me pick up my fruits with his singular hand.

“I’m fine, it should not matter to you that I fell. I can manage on my own” I stood up with the basket and placed everything inside as I pat down my legs taking away the sand.

The man got up and huffed a small “tsk” observing my figure as I realized he is way taller then I had imagined.

“Frankly, my dear, I *do* give a damn.” He placed the fruit in my basket with a smirk as he took another look at my face with no sign as to what he was thinking.

“Be careful next time, if it was someone nastier they would of definitely turned you into sand.”

With that statement he walked past me , as it took me a few moments to realize what even happened.

I look back to realize he’s already gone and is replaced with a wind of sand. Strange man….. but weirdly sweet.

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First time writing a fanfic so like excuse my grammar mistakes and anything else.

-sleepy <3

#onepiece #crocodile x reader #crocodile one piece #one piece x reader

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courtofmatchups · 3 months

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hello, i’d like to request an obey me matchup if thats okay <3

my name is bee, i’m an infp, aries, lesbian (okay with fictional men tho 🤭) and use she/they pronouns

personality: i’m very introverted, shy, and soft spoken, but with people i’m very comfortable with i tend to be a bit silly and say whatever i’m thinking. i’ve been told i’m quick with witty responses. i rarely get angry and try my best to be patient and understanding with the people around me, looking for the good in everyone i meet. due to my adhd i tend to space out a lot and forget what i’m saying easily, but i’d like to think all of that daydreaming has turned me into a creative person. art and drawing has been a huge passion of mine for as long as i can remember, and i specialize in pen and ink drawings. i’m currently working as a barista, but i plan to go back to school in the future to study art. i mainly express my love through gift giving and acts of service, and i prefer to receive words of affirmation and physical touch.

hobbies/interests: drawing, napping, gaming, horror (books, movies, games), lovecraftian/cosmic horror, bloodborne, souls series, elder scrolls, dark fantasy, history, historical dramas, metal music, annoying the shit out of people by telling them bloodborne lore

some of my favorite things: sunflowers, soft things, plushies, pens, naps on rainy days, soft lighting, electric wizard, garfield, sleeping in, cats, frogs, opossums, strawberry lemonade, doom metal, pompompurin

dislikes: loud noises, bright lights, and strong smells (they trigger my migraines), crowds, tomatoes, hot weather, spiders, opening shifts, acrylic paint, neon colors

appearance/aesthetic: 5’6, a little curvy, soft features, blue eyes, short and shaggy burgundy (dyed) hair, septum piercing, faint freckles. i usually wear grunge fairycore outfits, long skirts, lots of rings, crystal necklaces, and a little bit of makeup. at work my style leans more towards dark academia if i’m not feeling lazy in the morning. i mainly wear my doc martens everywhere as well. (easier to deal with if i accidentally spill at work.)

a few characters i relate to: sawako (kimi ni todoke) nell (haunting of hill house) kisa (fruits basket) asa (chainsaw man) lady maria (bloodborne)

i apologize if this is unorganized. have a lovely day! <3

It seems to me you've captured the heart of...

The Avatar of Lust

Asmodeus!

"What a cutie!" - Asmodeus

Asmo loves seeing your silly side and he will never tire of seeing you go from shy and soft spoken to outgoing. And your quick witted responses are good enough to give Satan and Belphie a run for their money. Like you, Asmo likes to find the beauty in everyone and everything, and there is just so much to admire about you. Your creativity is one of them. He appreciates that you like him for him.

If there is ever a time your mind wanders, he'll be there to get your mind back on track. ADHD can be a struggle to live with, especially since the world seems to be against you, but Asmo's here to support you, and cheer you on. He enjoys your artwork, and he appreciates the work you put into your work as a barista, and will support you all the way: before art school, during art school, and after art school.

Asmo's heard plenty of Levi's infodumping on his interests, so he's quite used to this kind of thing, and with you, he'd look forward to it. And seeing that you're into horror, he'd find an excuse to cling to you when something scary pops up.

A lot of your interests lines up with his, so that's also a plus. He'd love to take you shopping for clothes and accessories. And don't worry if you get overwhelmed by the environment, he'll get you out of there.

Overall, a happy relationship

#court of matchups #obey me matchups #obey me shall we date #obey me #matchups #obey me nightbringer #obey me asmodeus

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coppernickeldime · 5 months

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Fast Car - Pt. 1?

A/N: Okay, I'm totally new to Tumblr (only been here a couple months and have just been binging all the great spn content on here). Let me know if I'm not doing this right, haha. I haven't written fanfiction in like seven years, but this is just an au that popped in my head today and I just had to write it. I mean checkoutclerk!dean??? I'm also new to writing Destiel so any tips are appreciated.

Let me know if you even like this? This is all I've written so far, but if yall think it's worth it maybe I'll dig around and turn it into a full-fledged story.

Pairing: AU Dean Winchester x Castiel Novak

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None really, a little fluff? Alternate Universe

Summary: Castiel, a journalist just recently relocated to Lawrence, begins having run-ins with the new super-hot grocery store clerk. Both Castiel and Dean have a lot going on in their lives. With Castiel fighting to earn the big writing gigs under his family's broadcasting company and Dean working at the grocery store when he gets off from Bobby's garage in order to have money to send to Sam each week, can they find time to figure out what's going on with this chemistry between them? Not to mention that Dean is just beginning to realize his own sexuality.

Here we go:

"C'mon, little bro. You just gotta wait your turn. You know how it is. You're the lowest on the totem pole right now," Gabriel encouraged through the phone.

"Well, it would be nice if I had a little money left over after paying rent," Castiel grumbled as he grabbed a shopping basket at the entrance of the local Piggly Wiggly. "I was under the impression there would be perks to working for family."

"There are! You just gotta wait it out. Before you know it, you'll be like me. Traveling the world to write the big stories," Gabriel said. Castiel rolled his eyes and huffed a little, turning the corner to begin examining the fruit selection even though he knew he couldn't afford any of the produce there.

When he didn't say anything after a moment, Gabriel continued, "Alright, I gotta get going. There are two very hot ladies who should be showing up at my hotel room any minute now. Adios!" The line went dead before Castiel could reply. With another huff, he flipped his phone closed and shoved it in the pocket of his trench coat.

It had been a long day. Well, actually, it had been a long year. Castiel was under the impression that once he finally made it out of school, he could start getting real journalism experience by working for his distant relative's big time news company.

Heavenly Hosts Broadcast Company was not only the largest broadcasting company in Kansas, but the most well-respected. Though it mainly operated out of Kansas City, the company also owned several smaller stations and newspapers throughout the state. After graduating school, Castiel had been surprised to find out that he would have to move to small-town Lawrence in order to be hired as a writer for HHBC, but he felt he had no room to argue being only a distant relative of the company founder. He was thankful to be working under the well-known company at all; it was better than some of the incredibly small newspapers some of his classmates had ended up at.

However, he realized very quickly just how lonely Lawrence was for him. He had no friends or family there to accompany him, nor any peers who were interested in the same field as he was like he had become accustomed to in college.

Castiel woke up at six AM sharp every morning, had coffee with two over-easy eggs, and headed off to work. Once he got to the news station, he said a polite hello to the receptionist, Hannah, and headed to his office. That was where he spent most of his day, answering emails and researching whatever stories were handed off to him.

Unfortunately, most of the stories he received lacked any real excitement. He thought that after a few months he would be entrusted with stronger headlines, but it had been just the opposite. This was why, after receiving the task of writing an article about the local school cafeteria food from his boss Zach, Castiel found himself graveling to his brother about his low-pay and meaningless work.

He probably shouldn't have even called Gabriel, but who else was there to complain to?

While he shopped, Castiel stewed on all of these things and wracked his brain for any ideas of how to make school lunches remotely interesting. He made his way mindlessly through the store, filling his cart with the same items he bought every week.

"Not much of a chef, are ya'?" A strong voice broke Castiel from his stupor. He blinked repeatedly, suddenly unaware of how he even made it to the counter and added his items to the conveyor. He supposed he was too wrapped up in his thoughts on whether or not it would be acceptable to turn his school-lunch article into something political about how all student lunches should be free.

"I'm sorry?" Castiel asked as he looked up from his groceries. His eyes widened slightly as he met the gaze of the young man behind the counter.

The man chuckled lightly as Castiel's confusion, and Castiel found the corners of his own mouth turning up in response. He wasn't sure what was so funny, but just the sound of this man's laugh made him want to join in. Castiel watched as small lines appeared next to the man's eyes, which he also noticed were a rather unfair shade of emerald. He was just a bit taller than Castiel with wide, broad shoulders, hidden by a dark gray Henley with the sleeves pulled up on his forearms. His store-issued apron hung over his chest quite nicely, Castiel thought, and he tried to avoid thinking about whatever the apron might be hiding of the lower parts of the man's body.

"It just doesn't look like you cook much," checkout-guy clarified, gesturing to the array of microwave meals and quick fixes adorning the conveyor. His words brought Castiel's eyes back up to his face, and that's when Castiel noticed the messily styled Ivy-League haircut as well as the freckles decorating the man's cheeks. He suddenly felt unable to speak.

After clearing his throat and feeling his cheeks flush, Castiel found his words, "Uh, yes. I'm afraid I'm not very well-versed in the culinary arts." A bewildered smile graced the checkout-guy's lips, one of his eyebrows raising.

"Yeah, I'd say so. You know, if you add some Sriracha and an egg to these, it makes them like ten times better?" Checkout-guy said as he held up the ten-pack of easy ramen Castiel had picked out.

"Is that so?" Castiel replied.

Checkout guy nodded thoughtfully, sliding the ramen over the scanner until it beeped before turning to place it in a plastic bag.

"Oh, wait," Castiel said hurriedly, turning towards his shopping cart. He pulled out two reusable shopping bags, one decorated with kittens holding rainbow flags and the other with the HHBC logo on it. Checkout-guy rose his eyebrows a bit as he took the bags, the corner of his mouth rising up in a smirk as he placed the ramen inside the kitten rainbow one.

"It was a gift," Castiel found himself saying, suddenly feeling defensive over the bags. Checkout-guy fully smiled then, shaking his head a bit.

"Hey, no criticism here," he replied, holding the palms of his hands up quickly before going back to scanning. He pointed at the HHBC logo, "Do you work for the station or something?"

Castiel nodded as he watched checkout-guy pay special attention to where he placed the loaf of bread. "Yeah, I'm a writer there."

"Oh yeah?" Checkout-guy said, his brow rising in what Castiel couldn't decide was impressed or shocked.

"Yeah, mostly just small stories for now."

"I get the feelin' you're not too excited about that," checkout-guy said with a small smile. "Is that what you were grumbling about the whole time you were shopping?"

Castiel felt heat rise in his cheeks for a second time. He glanced nervously around the store.

"You could hear me all the way up here?"

"What can I say, buddy," checkout-guy replied, the creases around his eyes showing again as he smiled. "It's almost closing time on a Tuesday. There's not really much else going on to drown out the sound of you talking to yourself."

Castiel realized that he was right; there weren't any other customers in the store and it looked like most of the employees had gone home as well. It was pretty quiet, other than the rock music playing over the store speakers in a low volume. Embarrassingly, Castiel hadn't even realized he had been talking to himself while he shopped, though he wasn't all that surprised considering how enveloped in his thoughts he had been. Plus, he buys the same cheap groceries every week, so waltzing around the store was basically muscle-memory at this point.

"I apologize, it's been a long day," he said as he adjusted his tie.

"Don't apologize, man. I get it," checkout-guy said as he clicked around on the register display. "Your total is twenty-nine thirty-five."

Castiel dug into the pocket of his slacks to retrieve his wallet, which he opened to find the last of his grocery money until his next pay day. There was only a twenty and a five-dollar bill.

Slightly flustered now for more than one reason, he spoke again, "I apologize again, but I'll have to ask you to take off the ramen and the jelly."

Checkout-guy's gaze turned from a look of amusement to something more serious. "How much are you short?" He asked, tapping his fingers mindlessly against the side of the register and leaning forward as if to get a peek in Castiel's wallet.

"I've just got twenty-five," Castiel said, a bit bashfully, and pulled out the bills and showed that his wallet was now empty. "It's alright though, I don't need those things anyway." He really didn't need to have those items, but jelly did make peanut butter sandwiches a lot more appealing, and the noodles were a great change of pace from Banquet microwave dinners.

Checkout-guy shook his head, his lips pursing as if he had already made some kind of decision.

"Nah, don't worry about it. The rest is on me, alright?"

"I couldn't ask you to--"

"You didn't ask," checkout-guy said, his smile returning. "I'm offering. Seriously, I had somebody pay for my coffee in the drive-through this morning. It's about time I return the favor."

Castiel eyed him, unsure if he was telling the truth or just trying to get him to accept the offer. The guy shrugged a bit and stared back at him with a confident smirk.

"Won't you get into trouble?" He asked after a moment.

"No way," checkout-guy assured. "If my drawer is short a few bucks, I'll just pay the balance. Plus, they like me too much around here for me to get into too much trouble." He winked at Castiel as he opened the cash register.

With warmth in his face and a cat-bitten tongue, Castiel handed over his money a bit begrudgingly. "Well, thank you," he managed finally. "That's very kind of you."

Checkout-guy laughed and shook his head, and Castiel wondered what he had said that was humorous.

"Alright, you're all set," the guy said as he handed Castiel his receipt. Their fingers brushed lightly as Castiel took the small slip of paper.

"Thank you, again," Castiel repeated as he began to grab his shopping bags.

"No problem," the guy said. "Have a good one."

Suddenly Castiel found himself wanting to stay in the store all night. He didn't want the sound of this guy's voice or his smile or the brush of his fingers to be over with so quickly.

Castiel nodded in parting and forced himself to walk out to the car.

***

Later that night, Castiel thought maybe he finally thought of a way to write an article about crappy school mashed-potatoes that was worth reading. He was feeling a bit more relaxed after his encounter at the grocery store, though a bit embarrassed about being so flustered by the attractive guy that worked there and being short on cash. Still, there was an ease in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long while, and he was beginning to think that if he could spin this article into something good, maybe he would finally be recognized for his hard-work.

After the groceries were put away, Castiel put on a record of the complete works of Mozart before heading back into the kitchen. As the instrumentals began to play in the background, Castiel loosened his tie before removing it and throwing it over the back of a kitchen chair. It was nearly nine o'clock by now, and he needed to eat something and get to bed.

He made his way around the kitchen quite smoothly, heating water in a pot on the stove while he opened a packet of ramen. As he stood there, watching and waiting for the water to boil, a thought occurred to him. Without much more consideration, he was pulling the eggs from the refrigerator. He had ten eggs left, which would leave him two for every work-day breakfast. After eyeing the water that was beginning to boil for a moment longer, he decided he'd rather be one breakfast-egg short and have a spruced up dinner in return.

So Castiel pulled another pot from the cabinet and filled it with enough water to submerge the egg. He added it to the stovetop, turning the heat on high and leaning against the counter.

He found himself thinking about the checkout-guy again. It had been a long time since he was romantically involved with anyone, so that had to have been why he was so caught of guard by the man's looks and playful personality. Not to mention his generosity, which Castiel was extremely thankful for as he added the noodles into the boiling water.

When the food was done, Castiel sat down at his little kitchen table. It was only big enough for two, but he didn't mind. He hardly ever had company, so the small setting was more than enough for him. He settled for a random hot sauce he found in the back of his refrigerator since he didn't have any Sriracha on hand. He was delighted to find that the checkout-guy had been right; the egg and hot sauce drastically improved the made-in-minutes noodles.

If he ran into the checkout-guy again, he would have to let him know he tried it and ask if he had any more cheap-food improvements.

***

As Dean locked the door to the Piggly Wiggly and began the walk to his car parked in the back of the parking lot, he found himself thinking about the dark-headed journalist that had came through just before close. At first, Dean had wondered if the guy was just a stick-up-his-ass businessman, but after talking with him, Dean decided that maybe the guy was just kind of clueless.

He was funny in a way Dean hadn't quite experienced before, with his talking to himself, frowns, and formal way with words. The guy's blue eyes were stuck in Dean's head, and he found himself wishing he had caught the guy's name.

He wasn't sure why he was so caught of guard by another guy. No use in worrying about it when he would probably never see the guy again, right?

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Rosemary & Time with Jake Lockley

Jake Lockley & FReader

So, this idea popped into my head after seeing my google timeline. I love London and have many happy memories from there. The tube thing did happen last year as it was so hot! I hope I've done Jake justice. I based the innuendo on my hubby, and he can speak Spanish as well, lol. Anyway, I love LOVE Jake. Enjoy! Please feel free to leave feedback and reblog ❤️

Summary:

You and Jake send a Sunday afternoon in Kensington. Fun and sweetness ensue. Jake is cheeky in a fun way, sexual innuendo. Mentions of Marc & Steven. Jake thinks badly of himself, but the reader fixes that. Anxious reader in crowded spaces.

Warnings:

NSFW, sexual innuendo, mentioned anxiety.

Word count: 969

Spanish translation at bottom *

The London underground isn’t the nicest place to spend a summer afternoon. Crammed in a stuffy, smelly, and especially loud carriage, the only fresh air came through when the doors opened and closed at the various stations on your route. Although you weren’t complaining about your position, pressed up against Jake’s broad, toned chest. One arm around your waist gently but firmly supporting you, the other gripping onto an overhead handle, and your wicker basket hanging over his wrist.

Sensing your anxiousness, as a man with shopping accidentally bumps into you as he moves behind in the carriage. Jake scowls at him as your arms unconsciously tighten around his waist. Leans down and kisses the top of your head, smelling your lavender shampoo (the boys' favourite comfort smell). “it’s ok, bebita, not long now”.

Nuzzling closer into him, your senses calmed by his scent of grapefruit and guaiac wood. also the hint of coffee you both shared before leaving the flat. The monotone voice calls through the background of chatter and movement, calling “ This is High Street Kensington”

You both wait as everyone gets off, and then Jake goes before you take your hand. The carriage speeds away quickly, leaving metallic screeching’s in its memory, the created breeze easily lifting your favourite dress in its wake.

leaving the dull underground station behind, the sun shines bright in your eyes “oh sugar” you said as you put your back on your back. I’m going to nip into Accessorize sweetheart, I’ve left sunglasses back at the flat” Jake smiled an “ok bebita” shaking his head at your usual forgetfulness.

When you leave the shop, you expect that Jake will still be in the same spot. Looking around you, you feel a hand on your waist and an excited voice say “Mi Vida, I’ve had an idea”. Taking you across from the station, you see bicycle’s stationed together. You arch your eyebrow looking from them to Jake “Didn’t we have enough exercise this morning?, Love”.

Jake laughs so hard that his sunglasses fall from his head. “ aw bebita, of course. But this is a different type of ride than then. Getting flustered now, and also what people think. “Lockley we’re in public” You laugh with the emphasis on the L. “what you started it” mumbling “not my fault you have a dirty mind” replied Jake.

So what should have been a 7-minute bike ride to Kensington Palace for lunch? It took an hour there and back. Feeding the wildlife and just being carefree for a while with one of the loves of your life.

After getting your breath back and taking Jake’s hand, you both walk into the bustling Sunday Farmers Market. Freshness of everything dancing with staleness of a big city and filling the senses and enticing the imagination.

Standing in front of a fruit and veg stall, Jake perks up when you're weighing two melons “I prefer yours bebita” he says with a wink. “Jake’ you laugh. Jake wanders away laughing.

Turning back to the stall, you pick up a few other things orange’s, leeks, and garlic. “Oh do you have any rosemary?” You ask nearly forgetting, “ of course” the owner smiles, putting it in your basket. After paying, you’re behind Jake and gently pinch his sides “I know it’s you, mi amour” Jake says without turning. You look to see what’s got his interest.

Watches, vintage watches, and one in particular. It has a black cracked leather strap and a silvery black face with a gold dial. He turns to you, smiling, and takes your basket you're clearly struggling with.

You know he won’t buy himself the watch, as he often says he doesn’t deserve nice things with what he is. That thought hurts, especially as He turns to you, smiling and taking your basket you're clearly struggling with.

“love can you go get me something to drink, please” he puts the basket down, kisses the top of your head, and disappears from view. Just as you're putting the watch box in your backpack, Jake appears next to you like he never left.

Picking up the basket, Jake “announces “Steven says, " We need fish food, and Marc wants some snacks” After finishing shopping, it’s time to head home.

The sun still shines despite the time, so when passing the bikes again “will we cycle back to the flat? We can text the company to pick the bikes up afterwards.”

“Why not, it’ll be better than the tube mi amour” Jake says as he secures the basket to the bike “you got rosemary mi amour” the excitement clear in his voice as he turns to you standing with the biggest smile for him while handing him a yellow and white paper bag “I couldn’t wait my love, I hope you like it.”

Curious with furrowed brows, he takes the box out of the small bag, and his eyes go huge as he see’s the watch. “mi Vida, you shou” knowing what he was going to say. You cut him off with a gentle but passionate kiss finishing with. “You deserve this and so much more, my love. I love you so much, Jake.”

“what did I do to deserve you? You are whole being, mi Vida” Jake puts the watch on, and you get a photo of him. He rolls his eyes playfully.

“come on, mi Vida. The Romero Chimichurri won’t make itself.” His favourite condiment. He knows he’s loved, and it makes him want to be the best he can be, but to you he’s already that.

There's no place I'd rather be, starting to play from a passing phone. Which you think is very appropriate, as there is no place you would rather be than with Jake right now!

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* Spanish to English *

Bebita- Baby girl

Mi Vida- My Life

Romero- rosemary

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