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totallyhussein-blog · 1 year

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The Wood Street Mission is a charity that supports children from low-income families and their Christmas appeal is back for 2022. They are asking for new, unwrapped toys for children up to the age of 14. There is lots of information on gift ideas for each age group on their website.

All toys, games and books can be taken to Wood Street Mission, 26 Wood Street, M3 3EF. It is open Monday–Friday, 8:30am–4:30pm. Alternatively, they have also provided links to Amazon wish lists, where you can buy items that will be sent directly to the charity. The last day for donations is 9th December.

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serenityyou · 2 years

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Ad - Summer Memories I had such a lovely summer and can't believe it's almost over. I made a photo book from @asda that captures all my favourite summer time moments. These photo books are great and are excellent quailty and will keep for many years to come. They are the perfect way to look back on all our special moments in our lives. What is your favourite summer memory? #photos #photobook #asda #asdaphotos #asdaphotobook #memories #specialmemories #summer #summermemories #endofsummer #photodaily #photomemories #books #keepsake #giftideas #family #familylife #familyphotography #familyholiday #lifestyle #homeiswheretheheartis #lovelife #lovethem #photogifts (at Derbyshire) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch7P6ZsDWF_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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the-great-british-blorbo-off · 6 months

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Bracket 1: Round 2, Match 1

Propaganda under the cut! Please be aware that some may contain spoilers.

Gordon the Big Engine:

Gordon was built at Doncaster in 1920-1921 as an experimental prototype for Sir Nigel Gresley's A1 Pacific design for the Great Northern Railway but had to get rebuilt cause of so many faulty parts around 1922/23 and there are so many Thai gas that happened like he ended up being sent to the North Western Railway he is the older brother of the Flying Scotsman and was understandably grieving where flying Scotsman’s visits him and he pulled the Queen Elizabeth’s II royal train he such a grumpy cat a jerk with a heart of gold

Gordon is literally one of the OG train characters from one of the most well known UK based media properties AND he’s British AND has famous locomotive relatives. He pulls (one of) the most important trains on the island and makes sure to rub it in, he goes through it™️ in the books at the fact that most of his siblings are dead and again at the possibility of two-ish new express engines coming over to the Mainline job, he’s pompous and stuck up a bit of an ass esp when competition is involved even but also he cares. he cares So much for people even tho he’s like on this sort of kind of 50/50 on if he shows it.

There's trains that are FROM Britain, and there's British Trains™. Gordon is a British Train™.

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin:

Just an average British guy who dresses like a bloke you would see lingering outside Asda. He joins the Kingsman agency, besting all the private school candidates in the process. He is underestimated due to his working class background, but his background is actually what gives him the edge above everyone else. I just think that he epitomises a normal British guy in such a fun way.

Feel free to add your own in the tags!

#britpoll #poll #tournament #uk #gordon the big engine #thomas and friends #eggsy unwin #kingsman #bracket 1

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benpaddon · 4 months

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Donna Noble, turning to find the Doctor has disappeared: Doctor? DOCTOR?!!

The Doctor: *in the entertainment section of the Asda they're at, reading all the books*

#Doctor who #fourteenth doctor #Donna Noble

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mukeshmalviya · 19 days

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Sadhna TV Satsang 05-04-2024 @SaintRampalJiMaharaj @SatlokAshram @AsDas...

#kabirisgod #india #kabir is real god #santrampaljimaharaj #godkabir #channai #hyderabad #mumbai #dehli

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newtonsheffield · 1 year

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The last chapter of Confident is so good!!! Kate going home to Mary and Edwina felt so healing then the lobby scene with Anthony was so well done and vulnerable and also Newton!!

Question, when did Kate "ask if history was for sale" according to Edwina? that's SO funny! Icon behavior indeed.

Kate wandered into to the British Museum when she was 22, and rolled her eyes every time she saw the words Donated by, or on loan from. And Kate sighed, whipping out her cheque book and going over to the man doing a tour in the corner.

“Hi, Kate Sharma, lovely to meet you.”

The man blinked at her, shaking her hand, “Miss… Sharma… can I help you?”

“Yeah, I was just wondering… how much would a Benin bronze set me back?”

The man gaped at her as whispers started in the tour group behind him, “I’m sorry? The exhibits… aren’t for sale? And I’m not sure You could-”

Kate chuckled, “I have 6 billion pounds, is that enough?”

The man’s eyes darted around as he gaped at her, “I don’t… it’s not for sale?”

Kate sighed, tucking her cheque book back in her bag, ignoring Edwina’s guffaw behind her as she said, “Sorry, I thought I was in the British Museum. Isn’t history for sale here?”

And walked out, waving to the person filming her on their phone.

Unfortunately, Kate has to tell this story to Anthony when he’s talking about an exhibit he’d like to see, clearing her throat awkwardly.

“So here’s the thing: I’m banned from the British Museum for life.”

“O…Kay? How did you…?”

“I just sort of…” Kate waved her hand vaguely “implied they were thieves you know.”

Anthony burst out laughing, kissing her forehead, “I’m obsessed with you. Anywhere else you’re banned from?”

Kate winced, “The Tower of London? There was an incident with some Crown Jewels.”

“Fucking obsessed with you.”

“And one Asda in Watford.” Kate shrugged, “But that was… a misunderstanding.”

#confident au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #molly’s asks and answers

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toomuchracket · 8 months

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Omg mads I was just in the baby isle in Asda now all I can think about is dword matty and girlie shopping for baba 🥹

from the second he finds out you're pregnant, matty is so excited to get everything his baby needs when they get here - you'll be in the supermarket, like you said, and he'll stroll down the baby food aisle perusing the tiny jars with a dreamy look on his face, occasionally picking one up and turning to you like "i think we should get this for the baba. it sounds good", despite the fact you have literally over a year until you need to buy those lmao. but it's really sweet how excited he is to buy things for them (and you, because "you're the one doing all the work you deserve to be spoiled!" lol), and how seriously he takes it; it takes three separate trips to mamas & papas before matty's happy you're buying the best furniture for baby, and it takes him longer to pick the best pram than it ever has for him to pick out a car for himself. and speaking of cars... does your husband tell you he's buying a range rover because he thought the current car wasn't right for your family? no he does not. had you not been exhausted from carrying a baby, and had matty not looked so fucking good in that car, you might've throttled him when he drove up to the house in it, beaming. but i digress! you thought matty was going to be a nightmare when it came to buying baby clothes, but he accepted your "they'll be covered in bodily fluids all the time so there's no point buying everything fancy" spiel - where he's a total fiend, though, is in regard to books and toys, because he's both a snob and an actual child and so buying either of those things takes aaaaaaaaaages. but you don't really mind; he's just an excited dad-to-be who wants the best for his kid, and you couldn't ask for more <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty #literal d word #moots <3

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the-cult-of-riley · 2 months

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Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Sixteen)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N: Some spoopy Halloween fun >:)

Also, I don't know if it's come up yet but I use the term 'tea' in this fic a lot in reference to a meal. Just for those unaware, in the UK, or Manchester at the very least, tea is basically what you call dinner.

I hope you guys are enjoying all the fluff and smut and shit because once Act Two hits... it's gonna get rough lmao

“No skeletons,” Simon murmured, a dark look passing across his face and Charlotte nodded, quickly putting the skeleton decoration back and choosing a pumpkin themed one instead. Halloween was in a few days and apparently she loved it. He hadn't seen the point in decorating, told her as much too given the fact that he got no trick or treaters in the apartment building. The sad pout she’d given him had been enough to make him melt, enough to make him agree to go Asda with her to get some fucking decorations. He drew the line where skulls were involved though. He wouldn't say he was terrified of them by any means but there was something there from his childhood and he didn't much feel like facing it right now.

They’d been living together for a month now and he was honestly surprised by how easy the transition had been, although maybe he shouldn't since they had been spending so many nights together anyway. He’d expected some tension though, as it happens with people when they live in close quarters and some habits got revealed, but so far, it had been a dream living with her.

After the disaster that had been the robbery of her flat, Simon had sworn to himself he would get even with that tosser Ethan and he made good on his promise. There was a lad at base, Firewall they called him ‘cause he was good with computers. Simon had saved him getting a leg blown off two years prior and Firewall had been adamant that he owed him one, so he decided to cash in on that debt. He’d asked him to look up the bastard, find out where he was living now and then he rounded up a few of his squad mates to come with him to pay him a visit.

His main goal had been to get her book and tablet back and unfortunately for him, he failed on both fronts. That slimy little cunt had sold everything he’d stolen and Simon had been livid, so livid in fact that he beat him within an inch of his life and his squad mates were there to back him up, to scare the shit out of him enough that he wouldn't say a word. It had been cathartic to hurt him after what he’d done to Lottie, especially where her tablet and her book were concerned. Those were her most prized possessions and he’d taken them just to get back at her.

Part of him had wanted to tell her what he’d done, almost wanted a pat on the head for being so chivalrous, but if he was honest, he wasn't sure how she’d feel about it. She wasn’t accustomed to violence like he was and he didn't want her looking at him like he was his father, so he opted to keep that little secret to himself.

He’d wound up buying her a tablet after seeing how sad she was with no way to do her art. She’d tried to refuse it at first, as he figured she would, but after him spending over an hour convincing her, she finally relented. He’d actually been privy to her artwork since too and even though he knew she would have been good, he was a little speechless about just how good she was. She did paintings of pretty landscapes that somehow looked like proper paintings on a canvas and he wasn't really sure how it worked to look so real when it was digital. She was fucking good, that was for sure though. She also did portraits of random people and then she did some weird art. Monsters or cryptids or just weird things that he figured might have come from her dreams or nightmares. They were creepy as fuck but she definitely had a knack for it. He figured people would pay good money for stuff like this but whenever he told her that, she’d get flustered about it. He liked that she’d finally shared it with him though, enjoyed getting a peak into her mind and to see how she viewed everything. There was an almost romantic lens to everything she painted, whether that be Clayton Vale or Cafe Metro.

Considering it had only been a month since she moved in, it felt like a lot had moved forward in such a short space of time. They spent regular time with his mum, Tommy and Beth now too, and Lottie and Beth had even gone out shopping for a girls day just a week before. It felt like everything was aligning in his life and he felt content, a feeling he still felt so unsure of even after the time he’d been feeling it with her. He pushed the cart as she put all sorts of shit inside of it and he couldn't help but watch with a wistful smile at how excited she was. He should have known she’d love the spooky holiday with her love for all things dark and macabre.

“Charlotte… “ a warning edge laced his tone, eyes narrowed as she looked at him all wide eyed and innocent.

“Yeah?” she asked, toothy grin firmly in place.

“I saw what you put in the trolley,” he deadpanned but her grin never wavered, if anything it seemed to curl even more mischievously.

“No idea what you're talking about,” she shrugged, breezing off and grabbing more stuff.

He licked his lower lip, eyes darting to the costumes she’d plonked in the cart. There was an adult female witch costume that by the length of it, he knew he’d enjoy on her, but then was the adult male vampire costume that he was pretty sure was for him. She’d fucked off to another aisle and he heaved a long suffering sigh before trudging after her like the good boyfriend he was. When they checked out, she hurriedly stuffed the costumes in the bag as if him seeing them better would be the straw that broke the camel's back. When he paid for it all, she gave him the dirtiest scowl he was sure he’d ever received in his life.

“Why are you paying for everything? You didn't even want to decorate,” she muttered, the pumpkin under her arm as he carried multiple bags.

“‘Cause I wanna treat you. That a problem?” he asked, raising a brow at her. He loved buying her things, loved treating her and he longed for the day he could do it without her getting defensive or feeling guilty about it. She pouted but didn't say anything else as they got into the taxi and made it back to their place.

When they got home, he decided to busy himself with cooking tea as she got to work decorating, putting little spooky garlands all over and little weird things in every nook and cranny she could. He realised though that decorating wasn't about other people or trick or treaters, it was just something she enjoyed herself. It was for her. And him seemingly but mostly her. It was nice seeing her do something nice for herself for a change, doing something because she enjoyed it.

“What are you cooking?” she asked excitedly, the smell drawing her over. He knew damn well she already knew the answer to that, that she could decipher that smell in her fucking sleep.

“Bolognese,” he answered and her eyes lit up even more, a blinding grin overtaking her precious face. She moved over, slipping her hands up his top and making his muscles quiver under her gentle touch. He looked down at her fondly, watching as she smiled up at him all pretty.

“I was thinking… we should get into our costumes after food and then we could watch some scary movies,” she looked at him all hopeful, blue eyes glistening and imploring and he heaved a sigh.

“Lottie…” he frowned, not wanting to let her down but the idea of dressing up was a bit too much.

“Pleeeeease? You only need to do it for the scary movies and then you can take it off. If you do this for me, I’ll keep mine on afterwards and you can fuck me with it on,” she smirked, cocking a brow at him.

He blinked at her for a moment, cursing himself for being so weak for her and her perfect body. He hadn't even seen her in the costume yet but he’d seen it enough to know it was short. Erring on the right amount of slutty that would get his blood going and he was more than interested in seeing her bouncing on his cock with it.

“Fine… but you're gonna let me spank you with it on,” it wasn’t a request, it was a demand and his heated gaze had her cheeks flushing furiously with a shy smile.

“Deal,” she grinned before she rushed off with a knife to carve the pumpkin. Wasn’t really a punishment for her really, was it? Not when she enjoyed it so much.

His eyes kept drifting to her, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she carefully carved a cheeky grin on the pumpkin. She looked so proud of herself when she was done that his chest was hit with a punch of warmth. He watched as she put a lit candle inside, carefully moving it over to sit beside the TV. By the time he was setting out dinner on the table, the place was fully decorated and it didn't look as bad as he thought it might. She practically bounded over to the dining table before devouring her food like a woman starved and he felt a primal satisfaction running through him that she was enjoying something he cooked her.

She got up when they were done, scooping up the dishes and taking them to the sink.

“I’ll do that, love,” he murmured as he stood from his seat and she shook her head as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

“It's fine. You cooked, I clean, remember?” she asked with a smile. It was a rule she’d been adamant on, more so when he’d been the one to cook for her. “Costume,” she reminded him, her smile turning into a smirk before she carried on with the dishes.

He groaned, almost pouting as he grabbed the costume and made his way over to the bathroom. Black dress pants, a white button up shirt, a black waistcoat and a black cape that had red satin on the inside. God, he felt like a right knob when he looked in the mirror. It was the cape that was the worst, otherwise it just looked like he was off out somewhere fancy in some cheap clothes. He wanted to tear the cape off and throw it out the window of their fourth floor apartment but he didn’t because he was soft in the head and the heart for her. That and he really wanted to spank her perky arse cheeks in her dress.

He wrinkled his nose, hand rubbing through his short blonde hair restlessly before he rolled his eyes and stormed out of the bathroom. Lottie was in front of the TV, flicking through the channels to find whatever she was looking for from the TV guide. His eyes swept over her, a deep, ravenous hunger consuming him like a wildfire. She’d gotten changed herself while he’d been in the bathroom and her costume left little to the imagination.

It was black and tight around her tits and tiny waist before poofing out at her hips. There was some kind of underskirt thing that made it really poofy and it was dark purple, the only colour on the garment. The skirt was so short that her arse cheeks were peeking out slightly and he noticed then she had no underwear on, the little minx. He was almost positive she'd purposely bought a dress too small for her to drive him mad, and fuck was it working. And he had some movies to get through first. She turned as he walked into the room more, eyes lighting up like a thousand suns as her eyes swept over him.

“I look like a fuckin’ idiot,” he grumbled, feeling his cheeks turning pink as heat crept up his face. She beamed like a kid on Christmas, sauntering over to him and smoothing her hands up the waistcoat as she gave him a sinful look.

“Hmm… I think you look stupidly handsome,” she replied with a grin and he gave her an unimpressed look.

“You don't have to lie to me,” he huffed and she raised a brow, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

“If I was lying, I wouldn't want to drop to my knees and worship every inch of your massive cock,” her dirty words were accompanied with a sweet and innocent smile, her long lashes fluttering at him like she didn't just get him rock hard in a matter of seconds. He reached out to grab her but she ducked away, her light laugh filling the apartment with a radiant warmth he would never tire of.

“Not yet. Movies first,” she tutted at him, flashing him a mock pout that made him decide she was getting five spanks instead of the usual three.

He moved to sit on the couch, pulling at his pants a little to help the uncomfortable ache plaguing him. He couldn't focus on the movies she put on, some slasher flicks or something, it was really hard to fucking concentrate when she was pressed against his side like that and all he could smell was her scent. It was choking him, the feeling only growing worse as he remembered her lack of underwear. He shifted to put an arm around her over the back of the couch, his other settling heavy on her thigh, high up enough that it made her glance curiously at him, but unmoving at first.

She looked back to the TV and he started rubbing small circles on her skin, getting a sick enjoyment out of the way she started squirming a little, like she was growing uncomfortable at the slick he knew was waiting for him between her thighs. He didn't creep any higher up on her thigh even if he wanted to, wanting to tease her, to tear her attention away from the movies because she was a tease and she was going to pay for it.

It worked eventually. She finally had enough of his teasing, her face looking up at him in contemplation for a moment. The smile that spread across her face had him throbbing in his pants, the coy look she gave him before she moved to kneel up. He watched with rapt attention as she leaned up to him, lips brushing his.

“How many?” she asked in a purr.

“What?” he asked, eyes focused on her lips that were so close to his it was maddening.

“Spanks,” she replied and his eyes snapped up to hers once more.

“Five,” he answered with a wicked smirk and her cheeks flushed as she bit her lip with a smile. She leaned over his lap, arse up and presented to him and he groaned at the sight he was gifted. Her dress was too short to cover her now in her new position and her bare arse was fully exposed to him, waiting for him.

He smoothed a hand over her arse cheek, gripping at the plush flesh and kneading it for a moment as his other hand smoothed over her back over her dress affectionately. She was such a sight like this and he felt like he could cum just from looking at her. He reared his hand back, whacking it against her arse and watching it jiggle with the force as she gasped.

“One,” she breathed softly, pressing her face further into the couch beside him. She counted obediently with each smack he gave her, softly caressing her red skin between each one and carefully taking in her reactions for signs of discomfort. By the last one, she was squirming on top of him and he could see her thighs soaked as she rubbed them together. He hummed, the sound deep and low as he slid his hand down her arse, getting a thrill when her legs instantly parted for him.

“Such a good girl for me, love,” he murmured dazed as he teased her drenched cunt. He started rubbing slow circles around her clit, his breathing getting laboured as she moaned and rubbed herself against him like a needy bitch in heat. An idea struck him then, a dark smirk tugging at his lips as he withdrew his hand and she whined at the loss of contact.

“Up and in the bedroom,” he ordered, tapping her already sore arse for good measure and she yelped, scrambling to get off him. She gave him a pitiful look and he chuckled, pushing her to the bedroom door and ushering her inside. He didn't say anything, making her stew in her neediness for a moment as he started tugging off his ridiculous outfit, feeling much better in nothing at all.

He sauntered over to the chest of drawers, opening the third one down which belonged to her. He eyed her smugly, watching as her eyes widened, cheeks turning a bright shade of red. She knew damn well what he was looking for and she’d had no idea he knew it was there, as if he wouldn't notice it. Of course he had, noticed it the second she put her stuff away when she moved in and he’d been interested.

He pulled out the toy, some kind of clit stimulation thing that was small and black. She looked ready to crawl into a hole and die and it amused him thoroughly. He wasn't the type of man to be threatened by his girl having toys, in fact he very much wanted to join in the fun with it. He pressed it on, watching the weird almost hole-like thing start to move. He pressed the tip of his finger against it and came to the realisation that it was sucking on him. He looked at her, raising a brow with his shit eating smirk and she laughed nervously.

“You weren't supposed to know that was there,” she muttered sheepishly, rubbing her hands on her flushed cheeks as if it would cool them down.

“Why not? Think I could have some fun with this,” he grinned and she blushed even harder. He was starting to think she might spontaneously combust if she blushed any harder.

He watched her for a moment, more ideas coming to him as he looked at her in that tiny little dress she’d clearly only got to torture him. He raked his teeth over his lower lip, moving to his bedside cupboard and rummaging in the bottom drawer. He pulled out the handcuffs they’d bought only days prior that hadn't been used yet, not that he hadn't wanted to. He dangled them off his finger, looking at her in question and she grinned, blue eyes shining with excitement. He could have laughed when she moved to climb on the bed eagerly. Had she been waiting for him to suggest using them?

“Look at you, so needy for me,” he smirked and she rolled her eyes playfully yet lifted her hands above her head to be closer to the headboard. He knelt next to her, cuffing one hand then threading the cuffs through one of the metal bars in the headboard and then cuffing the other. He made sure they weren't too tight and when he was happy, flashed her a dark grin as he moved to kneel between her parted thighs.

She was watching him with her pupils blown wide, pure anticipation all over her face. He turned the toy back on, lowering it to her cunt and swiping it through the wetness there. He used his other hand to push at one of her thighs, spreading her as wide as he could and giving himself a beautiful eyeful. He pressed the toy to her clit and she moaned, head falling back against the pillow. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her as she kept arching at the toy, the current setting not quite enough for her and he pressed the plus button to turn it up.

It seemed quite a big difference between the first setting and this one because she let out a strangled moan, her back bowing and the muscles in her tummy jumping. Her moans suddenly got needier, whinier and her eyes almost rolled back as her body could do little else but endure the pleasure he was inflicting on her. Her hands were balling into fists and relaxing repeatedly from where they were restrained above her head.

“Simon,” her broken plea made him groan, enjoying making such a mess of her, enjoying making her so fucked out that she couldn’t even think right. It was like she couldn't decide if she wanted to be closer to the toy or further away, overstimulated and overwhelmed as her body pushed and pulled and he was completely mesmerised by her.

He couldn't take the aching in his cock anymore and he kept the toy in place as he shuffled closer, fisting his cock and lining himself up with her. He pushed into her with ease at how soaked she was and she gasped in time with his desperate moan. He could feel her cunt pulsing around him rapidly, massaging his cock in such a delicious way that he didn't even need to move inside of her. It set him off right away like he was a fucking school boy, a deep and ragged moan ripping from his throat as he came inside of her.

Any embarrassment he might have been feeling got washed away when she came blindingly hard around him at watching him cum. He moved the toy, turning it off as he panted, a blissful feeling wrapping him up like a warm blanket. It took a minute for his brain to work and he quickly pulled out of her, glancing at her hazy smile as she lay there like the cat that ate the canary. He moved to uncuff her, kissing each wrist sweetly as he did and making her sigh in content. He chucked the toy and the cuffs to the floor to deal with in the morning, collapsing beside her as his dark eyes darted over her pretty face.

“Alright, love?” he asked and she nodded, moving to sit up.

“Perfect,” she answered dreamily, flashing him a smile that warmed up every part of him.

She tugged the dress off her and he watched, unable not to, as she struggled a little to get it over her breasts and they bounced once they were free. If he wasn't so knackered after blowing his load earlier than he wanted, he would have reached out and played with them a little. She moved to lay back down once free of her dress, turning to face him and snuggling right up to him so that there wasn't an inch of her not touching him. He wrapped an arm around her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, a smile on his face he didn't even know was there.

It was odd for him to feel so at ease with physical contact with someone, it just felt right with her. They’d been together for a bit now, although six months of that he’d been away, yet it still baffled him every time he realised how much his life had changed because of her. At how much he wanted to be close to her, as close as humanly possible. He’d never craved touch before in his life, not after touch had equaled hurt in his childhood. Yet now, he wanted it if it was off her, fucking yearned for it when he was away from her, even for just an hour.

He wanted to crack open his ribs and stuff her inside where his heart used to be. He was sure he didn't have one anymore ‘cause the pretty angel in front of him had stolen it. Ripped it right out of him and made it her own and he wouldn't have stopped her even if he had half the chance. Watching her lay there so content to just be next to him made him feel so many things, but the one that stood out the most was such a blinding love that he almost opened his mouth and ruined it all.

He’d heard people talk about love, seen it in movies, heard it in songs, read about it in books, had to put up with Tommy when he met Beth, but nothing could have prepared him for how he felt for Charlotte. He could have never prepared for what real love actually felt like, what it felt like the moment he realised it. It was a moment, soft and profound, like the first light of dawn gently kissing the horizon. It was the ineffable sensation that stirred within him, an awakening of his heart to a melody he’d never heard before. It wasn’t just a fleeting ember, but an eternal flame that danced in his soul, painting the world in hues he'd never seen. It was the discovery of a sanctuary, where fears find solace, and dreams find wings and it was terrifying and thrilling all at once. His heart hadn’t belonged to him since the moment she sat beside him at that bus stop and maybe she hadn't stolen it at all. Maybe he’d willingly given it to her, his hands bloody after tearing it out of his own chest with his bare hands.

#simon riley x oc #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x oc #ghost x oc

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billdecker · 7 months

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tomorrow is piercing day!!!

and i'm absolutely bricking it lol.

not because i'm scared of needles or pain or anything like that but just because of going outside.

and i realised yesterday that this is the first time i've actually WANTED to go outside for something that I want to do since early December 2019 when i went to the big Asda at 6am to do some christmas shopping.

any other time i've had to go outside somewhere that isn't my flat is because i've absolutely had to. I had to go to the doctors for covid jabs and I had to go to the dentist or they would've thrown my off the nhs patient list. this is something for me and that's terrifying. there is no other fear factor that blocks out the fear of the outside so my phobia feels exposed?? does that make sense??

i spent last night following the journey on google maps even tho it's a journey i've made countless times in the past because the studio is five minutes from the village where i grew up and is probably a minute from where my sister lives.

i was originally going to get a taxi but my dad is taking me. i told him when i booked that i'm getting my ears pierced again, then slipped in there i'm getting my nose done again. he's not a fan of facial piercings. then i did the whole my body, i do what i want with it and also i'm almost 40 years old, and he just said, 'fair enough, you want a lift?'

anyway wish me luck.

#agoraphobic adventures

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feraltuxedo · 1 year

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Oh look I made another cover... this one for my first and quite possibly only attempt at kid fic:

Fledging by FeralTuxedo M, 53381 words. Summary: Cool Dad was at the school gate again. Clambering out of his ridiculous sports car like a great big spider, all black denim and designer sunglasses. What a prat. He made his way towards the entrance, followed by his equally lanky son. All the mums' eyes were on him. Which was fine. At least they weren't staring at Aziraphale for a change. Cool Dad high-fived his son goodbye, because of course he did, then sauntered back to his car. Making it look so bloody easy. Aziraphale Fell is much too young to be looking after eleven-year old Pepper. He barely has his life together as it is, with his minimum-wage job and a half-baked dream of trading rare books for a living. And as if adopting a recently bereaved pre-teen isn’t enough, there are some rather more adult problems to navigate: playground politics, the shadows of his own childhood, and the growing question of how Crowley, the only other dad at the school gate, feels about him.

Excerpt below.

Aziraphale reached the street corner and looked up to cross. A sleek black two-seater stopped right in front of him. The window wound down, revealing a pair of sunglasses.

‘Hiya. Want a lift anywhere?’

Cool Dad pointed at the empty passenger seat.

‘Um,’ Aziraphale said.

Fantastic. Very articulate. Cool Dad leaned across the gear stick and pushed the passenger door open, making the decision for him. Automatically, Aziraphale got in the car. He regretted it almost immediately. Sitting this close to him, he noticed just how attractive the man was. Sharp cheekbones, long nose, wavy hair the colour of rust. Hot Dad as well as Cool Dad.

‘So?’ he said, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. ‘Where d’you need to go?’

Aziraphale tore his gaze away from the man and looked straight ahead onto the road.

‘Oh, yes. Into town, if that’s all right. The Asda car park, if you wouldn’t mind. Thank you so much, I really do appreciate it.’

Before he’d finished talking, the car accelerated. There was the unpleasant swoop of inertia in Aziraphale’s stomach. He dug his fingers into the expensive leather of the seat. The car glid along the road almost noiselessly.

‘You’re new here,’ said Cool Dad, incomprehensibly keen on making small talk. ‘Been seeing you all this week. Not trying to be creepy or anything, but you’re the only other bloke at the gate.’

‘Yes, I did notice that. You, me, and a hundred mums. Pepper’s new at the school. She’s in Year 7.’

Cool Dad whistled.

‘Your daughter’s the notorious Pepper Fell?’

‘Actually, she’s not my— wait, why notorious?’

He took a hand off the steering wheel to scratch his neck. His nails left faint red streaks along his jawline. Aziraphale forced his eyes back on the road. They had nearly reached the centre now.

‘Er, I probably shouldn’t tell on her if she’s not talked to you about it, but… yeah. You probably want to know what she’s been up to. It’s actually hilarious.’

The fact that five days into her new school career she was already known as the ‘notorious Pepper Fell’ was worrying indeed. For heaven’s sake. He was so out of his depth.

Cool Dad glanced sideways at him. ‘You free at all this morning? You look like you could do with a strong coffee and I’ve got the morning off, so...’

With compliments to my under-eye circles, thought Aziraphale. The to-do list was burning a hole in his pocket. Taking the day off had cost him already. He needed to get everything done today or he’d have to take another holiday next week, and Gabriel would hate that. He looked at Cool Dad next to him, shaded eyes flitting back and forth between the passenger seat and the road ahead. A small smile played around his lips. A smile or a smirk, hard to tell. And still, he’d been the only person so far this week to show him any kindness. To offer help. A ride and a coffee. And damn, Aziraphale deserved to sit in a café opposite a good-looking man after the week he’d had.

‘Yes,’ he said, stomach swooping again. Probably from the rather abrupt halt at the traffic light. ‘I’m free.’

#Good Omens #Good Omens fanfic #kid fic #Good Omens AU #my writing #Ineffable Dads

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Temperance? I'd read anything but most curious about Private Detectives <.< :)

Aziraphale/Crowley | Pining | FR12 | 2,010 words London 1989. Aziraphale moonlights as a PI and runs into Crowley at a gay bar. Title is from Bon Jovi's 'Keep the Faith'. I hope you enjoy; happy reading!

“They say you’re the best, Mr Fell. Well, uh, the cheapest at any rate. And you don’t…judge.” The young fellow with the mess of dark hair rubbed at his face. “My Ricky’s been out every other night for a month. He says he’s at work but I don’t believe him. I can’t pay you much—”

“—you needn’t pay me anything at all, dear boy,” Aziraphale, Angel of the Eastern Gate, proprietor of rare books, and infamous gumshoe reassured. He certainly wasn’t in it for the money; if he was, then he would have been more adept at selling the books downstairs. No, Aziraphale was in it for the mystery. Fell Investigations was the premiere agency in London for locating the missing (pets), bringing criminals to justice (that young lad that stole Martin the paperboy’s bicycle), and providing peace to the souls of the city (reassuring wives and husbands that their partners were not being unfaithful). No matter what the case, A.Z. Fell was on it.

After reassuring Duncan that Ricky was most certainly not cheating on him and was very likely busy with his work at Asda, Aziraphale began his investigations to provide Duncan with the physical reassurance he needed. A handful of photographs were snapped of Ricky leaving his and Duncan’s flat; Aziraphale crouched in the back of a London taxi cab; the driver placated by a very friendly – yet forceful – smile. This would be so much easier in Crowley’s Bentley, Aziraphale thought, not for the first time, as he and the taxi driver later parked outside Asda. But he had not yet told the demon about his alternative employment. After the ribbing he had received during his first and only performance on the West End stage, Aziraphale thought best to keep it to himself.

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