#but i can't snack because I have A Thing next Saturday that I need to stay... 'in shape'

[toji-girl]

Happy Sat \o/ How do you think Toji and Shiu would react to someone hitting on their very pregnant s/o?

my polyship and reader being pregnant? sder oh, please I am so in love with both of them 😭😭 it's Sunday but I hope you had a wonderful Saturday!

tags: pregnant! fem reader + protective husbands! toji + shiu + polyship + suggestive at the end

Toji and Shiu were on you like bloodhounds as soon as you found out you were pregnant, and you thought before was bad but now they won't leave you alone for a moment in case you need them.

They took turns or shifts is what you'd call them when one was at work the other was with you, and on the rare day both men were home you took advantage of that and went out to town for the day.

"I think maybe we should bake a cake, mhm, a strawberry pound one with a sweet icing, oh that sounds so good." You moaned as the three of you strolled under the warm sun that bathed you in a golden glow.

Toji and Shiu shared a knowing look.

Your cravings shifted from salty to nothing but sweets and all you wanted was fresh fruit or some sort of dessert and if they were able to add them together then they knew you'd lavish them in kisses.

That's how you ended up in the store twenty minutes later standing in the aisle looking at the boxes of different cake flavors, your eyes scanned each one as you looked over at Shiu who stood next to you.

You scooted closer and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I love you how you're so protective but you can go with Toji. I'll be okay." You told him as he glanced at you debating on it, he didn't feel comfortable with it.

But Toji was close by looking at cribs and other things for the nursery that needed a few more touches before it would be finished. "I don't know if that's a good idea, sweetheart," Shiu replied looking at you.

He couldn't help but return the kiss, however, this time it was on your lips. "You two are my shadows, it would be nice to have a moment alone. I can't even take a shower alone, which I don't mind because I have two sexy husbands washing me but please for now, leave."

Shiu opened his mouth ready to argue before kissing you again respecting your wishes and letting you pick out whatever you wanted for dessert while he made his way over to Toji who asked why he left.

Both men took their protectiveness over the top a little, especially Toji who had issues controlling his mouth or hands whenever he saw a man close to you. "I didn't know they sold sweet snacks like you."

You looked next to you to see a man standing there in a business suit, a box of cookie mix in his hands, his eyes shifted down to your swollen belly and ring but that didn't matter to him none.

The stranger took a step closer only to be stopped by Toji, who grabbed the back of his neck like a dog in trouble, causing Shiu to step forward and stop it before it got out of hand. "My wife isn't somethin' to be sold, so why don't you apologize to her?" Toji's voice was low as he let his fingers curl into the man's shirt turning him.

He looked at you with wide eyes full of fear and shock. The man knew he couldn't do anything but apologize and scurry off when Toji let go of him to step closer to you wrapping his arm around your waist.

You couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at your husband's display but you also took pride in knowing he was your protector and wouldn't let anything bad happen but you also knew he needed to chill. "We're both going to get an ear full later," Shiu told you kissing your cheek when the three of you walked out to the car.

"Maybe a mouthful too." You teased and kissed both men with a giggle.

#💌incoming #tw: pregnancy #toji x reader #shiu x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #shiu kong x reader #jjk x reader #toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #kong shiu x reader #shiu jjk x reader #toji x you x shiu

[007reid]

coffee caramels. spencer reid

this is my submission for the cm meet cute (or not) challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins ! i did VERY loose research on the stuff spencer sprouts off on because i am not our boy genius so sorry if there are any inaccuracies ':( this is my first time writing for spencer but i literally love it so much and i'd love to write more so plz flood my inbox with requests for him plzzz 😭

pairing: fem!reader x spencer reid

prompt: character sits next to a stranger in the theater, but the two end up bonding when there's a technical glitch.

warnings: slightly grumpy!reader and sunshine!spencer my fav trope <333 confident reader, reader makes the first move, spencer being a bbg and blushing a lot ;)) all the good stuff

word count: 2.7k

you arrived at the theater ten minutes early, bee-lined to the popcorn section and asked for extra butter. you loaded your oily popcorn up with coffee caramels and chocolate-covered coffee beans and bought a large coke. you walked in the theater, confident and fully armed with enough caffeine to hopefully keep you awake during the entire thing. you have tape in your bag to peel your eyes open just in case things go south, but you're confident enough to believe that it won't.

because it can't.

"aelita," your professor had said on friday, "is a russian phenomenon, and it is one of my top favorite films. considering how you are all in a russian literature class, i can make the safe assumption that you are all interested in russian culture."

now, not only were you in a russian literature class as an elective like two-thirds of your class, you were also a russian literature and poetry major. how you ended with that major baffles you and there hasn't been a day where you wanted to choose another major, but there hasn't been a day where you weren't depressed about your poor decision-making either. it's a battle you fight every day.

"aelita was first screened in 1924, and this year, next week, there will be a worldwide re-screening of the film in its originality, no edits, completely authentic, except with added subtitles for those who need it, of course," this was when your professor got very stern. "i want all of you to go and watch it. if you don't want to, fine, but there will be an assessment grade on this movie. this is not optional. i believe that the content of this movie is very true to our..."

at that point you had stopped listening, because you knew what your professor wanted you to do, and you dreaded doing it.

two hours, silent, black and white, russian film with subtitles. and you have to hang onto the movie's every word.

not your ideal saturday night plans, but for your academic career, you were willing to take that leap; looking like a sore loser at the empty theater with black framed glasses on instead of getting fucked up in someone's bathtub. it's fine. the partying was all up to the business majors anyway.

when you walked into the theater, it was, understandably, vacant, save for a couple men and women with graying hair or bald scalps and bad backs. you were clearly not the target audience. none of them had snacks on them either, and you felt awkward being the one responsible for the strong aroma of butter and coffee that stuffed the place the moment you walked in. a gentleman coughed in his hanker-chief and flared his nostrils. you were intimidated already.

you tracked down your seat and decided to not let any of it distract you. you needed a good grade on this assessment. you had already bombed your previous test on the imperial era; you don't need another bad grade stacked on top of it. you're acing this test, no matter what, and you're going to absorb this movie so well that it might as well be your favorite.

as you waited for the film to start, you munched on several of the coffee caramels, the caffeine slow to kick in. you shrugged it off. there's a whole bucket of sugar to fuel you through the film.

in midst of biting into a shelf of a chocolate-covered-coffee-bean, you heard a light thud and a hiss, and the quiet muttering of "i'm good, ow." an old man by the stairs called out;

"you alright, son?"

"yes sir," the man said. despite being alright, he was limping to his seat, and you watched him attentively, for there wasn't much else for you to observe. he limped closer and closer to you by row, ticket in his hand and checking the letters on the rows. he stopped at your row, and then walked crookedly and settled down in the seat right next to you.

you chewed on your popcorn as you directed your attention somewhere else, your determination slightly deflated. the film was late into starting, but you were still going strong.

"oh wow," you heard the man mumbled next to you, and looked over to see what he was talking about, nosy. but he was looking at you.

"what?" you said indignantly, immediately dropping the oily popcorn in your hand and wiping at your mouth, feeling oddly self-conscious. but mostly irritated. you'd say you hid your whiplash pretty well when you saw how pretty the man was when you looked over at him. you were so smooth with it. "chocolate on my face?"

"what? oh, no," the man breathed out a small laugh. he's got a soft, shy voice that got your insides feeling like broken tomato bits.

"then what?" you demanded, but not too authoritatively because you didn't want to chase him away. you kept it cool and in control. totally. it was hard to find eye candy in quantico, and the last place you would expect to find someone so pretty is in the theater for a fucking silent film.

even though it was dark, you could still catch the bright blush that crept up the man's neck, but it might be because he felt hot under all those layers. seriously, he was dressed like your grandpa, sweater vest, tie, collared shirt and all, but it was tied together in some kind of way that made it work, and it was the way the man carried himself that made him look youthful in all those ancient clothing.

"nothing," he ducked his head away, "i was just talking out loud."

you didn't have to be sherlock holmes to know that he was lying. "you liar," you accused, wiping your hand even more aggressively over your face. "i do have something on my face, don't i? just tell me if i do!"

"you don't have anything on your face!" he said, an indecisive and uncracked smile playing on his lips. you grumbled and turned back to look at the screen, still waiting for the film to start, popping candy in your mouth. in was silent for a merciful while, until the man said, "did you know that dmitri shostakovich conducted the music for this film and during its first showings in leningrad since the film was silent he came personally and played the piano whenever the soundtrack would be playing?"

you hummed. no you did not.

"i was surprised when i saw you, you don't look over sixty at all," the man continued. you didn't know how to take this piece of information as a compliment or an insult. "whenever i come to these things, it's only me who doesn't have grey hair. well, some people dye it, which looks pretty obvious because you can't really hide age, y'know?"

usually you'd be annoyed. very annoyed, in fact, you'd switch seats to be away from the guy. but this one's got a nice voice, and the moment he sat down you caught a scent to him immediately, that old cashmere and cotton scent that comes from old, thrifted clothes that you'll find dug deep somewhere in your grandmother's basement or in vintage stores, and sugar cookies and mint and coffee. it's a good smell, is all. you weren't being creepy about it.

"i'm not over sixty," you assured him. "just scraping twenty-two."

"oh! i'm twenty-two too!" the man said excitedly. he had child's glee to him, which you found more endearing than annoying. you didn't know why. you didn't know why you were still sitting with the man instead of scurrying three rows away like you would have normally the moment any stranger tried to attempt small talk with you.

maybe you were a changed woman.

"how crazy," you mused. you didn't sound half as interested or excited as the man did, but he had most definitely got your undivided attention. you nature tells you to not show it.

"how did you hear about this movie? i tried to get some of my friends to watch it with me, but none of them were too interested...except emily, she's usually more interested because she can speak russian but she got plans this weekend," his face fell into a thoughtful frown at the end, and the clockwork in your brain started to turn at the mention of 'emily.' was that his girlfriend? special lady? you shouldn't be googling, then.

"my professor created an assessment for this movie," at the man's inquiring look, you explained further, "it's for my russian lit class."

his eyes shone like a fucking diamond at that, as if russian lit was the most exciting thing he had ever heard of in his life. you could tell that you were looking at the kind of guy who would decline a party full of seniors to go read a dictionary at home. "is that like an elective you take? 'cause it's a subject that fascinates me a lot, but the demand for it is so slim that--"

he was cut off by the movie finally starting and flickering to life. you turned away immediately, eyes focused and attention zeroed onto the introduction screen. screw the pretty boy for now, you thought, you might as well pack your things and go back to your hometown if you fuck up this movie's assessment. it needed your attention.

black and white and grimy, a pretty font wrote 'aelita, adapted by alexei tolstoy.' but as soon as the film started, the picture quickly collapsed, blurring and then fading into black. with the audience being so small, there wasn't much commotion but whispers of confusion began to arise as the lights began to bleed more yellow, lighting up the theater more. it was as if the movie was over.

"sorry folks," a voice came from the grainy megaphone above all of them. "some trouble with the tape. we are trying our best, but not sure of our luck. all tickets will be refunded if bought online or you bring your ticket to us for a mark so you can present your current ticket right now at the next showing. thanks for your patience."

you looked exaggeratedly around, and the man in the sweater vest next to you looked equally as disappointed.

"my professor is not going to believe me," you muttered under your breath, but the man caught it anyway and chuckled quietly. you looked down at your still full bucket of popcorn and your large coke. you glanced over to the man next to you, not too smart things lottering around in your head. you travel through the subway, and the ride to your street is not until two hours. you weren't going to spend it morosely eating popcorn in the waiting lobby.

"is emily your girlfriend?" you asked suddenly. there was no point in being shy. the man's mouth unhinged from his jaw immediately, and you stared at him. his cheeks quickly stained an innocent pink.

"what?" he squeaked, his voice a higher pitch, caught off-guard. "no! no, she-she's my coworker!" he sounded almost offended.

this took you by surprise. you didn't know people who were close to their coworkers existed. "so you don't have a girlfriend?"

the blush on the man's face kept getting brighter and brighter. you bit your lip to keep from smiling like a fool. with how endeared you were by him, it's strange to think that you don't even know his name yet. it was rare for you to really be so mindful and think such soft things about somebody, especially to a stranger.

you were a changed woman. but maybe it's because of the coffee caramels messing with your head. sugar and caffeine tend to do that.

"no," the man said, then cleared his throat. he was fiddling with his fingers, an obvious stim. "no, i don't have a girlfriend."

"sweet," you grinned, "then no one would mind if i take you on a date, would they?"

he choked and got engulfed in a coughing fit, bending over in his seat. the red of his sweater vest nearly blinded you but you patted his back supportively. when his coughing ceased and he sat back up again, his eyes avoided yours for a while as he fought to keep the redness in his face down before he looked at you again.

"so?" you raised your eyebrow. "the night doesn't wait, pretty boy."

the nickname just slipped out of your mouth, and you cringed at the weight of it. how out of pocket. you were going to go home and contemplate this conversation later. but right now, you were trying to take out probably the sweetest looking boy you've ever seen, and that was a more important matter as of.

"okay," he said, and that was that.

"okay," you repeated. "let's start with finishing this, yeah?" you looked down at your bothersomely big bucket of popcorn. "we can walk to the park and eat it and feed it to the ducks."

"actually, it's not safe for ducks to consume popcorn because it causes digestive issues especially if consumed in large quantities and disrupts their natural diet," the man recited matter-of-factly, blinking at you obliviously as if he just didn't acted like a fucking android. you huffed out a laugh. handsome and smart. pretty much a package deal.

"the popcorn will be just for us then," you promised, standing up. he followed suit, as a lone line of people started to exit the theater. "i hope you aren't a serial killer in disguise," you said jokingly, but not really, because that was a genuine threat. he laughed. it was a sweet, syrupy sound that you could soak up and not get sick of for a long time.

"that's ironic," he mumbled, and it flew past your head, you being too busy maneuvering out of the rows.

"what was that?"

"nothing," he smiled, bright and easy. the initial nervousness was already beginning to melt away. when you were side by side, his hand accidentally brushed yours and when you looked up at him, he was already looking another way, pretending to be distracted by the movie posters but the red in his ears and neck gave it away. you smiled to yourself and grabbed his hand, holding your bucket of popcorn in the other.

"i forgot," you said, suddenly. his head whipped around to face you, but not before lingering his gaze at your intertwined hands. "i didn't get your name."

it was a foolish thing to say, you were holding a man's hand and you were pressed up side-by-side against him and you don't even know his name. he smiled softly, though, like he didn't mind. "i'm spencer reid."

"i'm y/n y/l/n."

"hi y/n," spencer said. you exited the theater and he started slightly swinging your joined hands. you laughed, the popcorn and candy in the bucket rattling and threatening to spill but you didn't care. "i'm a little disappointed," he said, pouting a little bit, bottom lip jutting out. "i was excited for the movie."

you breathed out an incredulous laugh. what a guy.

"i wasn't," you said, honestly. yours and spencer's arms were still swinging, and you resisted the uncharacteristic giggle bubbling at your throat. "rather be doing this instead." unexpected date at the park with a pretty boy in a red sweater vest or a boring silent film? the answer sounded pretty obvious to you.

"hm," spencer hummed, amused. "i guess i can catch the movie some other time."

"you can catch it with me," you blurted, and it sounded too early to say. you haven't had a proper conversation with the guy yet, you didn't know what he does and how he is, you didn't know whether or not he has a cat or a dog or a parrot or a ferret or if his room is kept tidy or messy, and you didn't know how much you were going to like him once the night is over. asking for a second date when the first one hadn't even started felt like too much, but it also felt like the right thing to say.

and if it's right, it's good enough for you.

spencer smiled shyly. when you turned right on the street, he pulled you back by your hand and redirected you left. "let's go the scenic route," he said, casually, and you could tell by the magenta tinge in his cheeks and the way he was firmly looking forward, avoiding your eyes that he wasn't feeling as casual as he sounded.

"want some of my popcorn?" you offered, feeling the large bucket was burdening you.

"oh, no thanks," spencer said. "i'm sure the pigeons will appreciate it more than me."

"does popcorn ruin their digestive system and disrupt their natural diet, too?"

spencer popped a large grin. it sat beautiful on his pretty face. "you listened," he said happily, and it felt like a large airbag had just inflated in your lungs. "no, i think pigeons are too used to picking our food, especially those in the city," a long pause, and "in fact, pigeons have a stronger digestive system than most birds due to adaptation, but the strongest out of all of them are vultures, whose stomach acid are so strong it doesn't get sick e eating rotten and bacteria-infested meats."

you hummed. you wished you had paid closer attention to what he said, but instead you paid attention to the smooth sound of his voice and how nice it sounded. well. you'll get there one day.

#i didnt mean to finish this that quick but i just saw the prompt and got so inspired i went a lil crazy #mentioningmargins #spencer reid #criminal minds #cm #dr spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fluff #fluff #meet cute #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid oneshot #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x you #criminal minds fic #my works

[joekeeryswife]

Deadbeat dad - e.m

hello angels! i hope you’re all okay. i am not after writing this, i’m legit in floods of tears. it is a sad dad/rockstar!eddie. i am legit heartbroken at this omfg. anyway, enjoy reading🩷 eddie’s part two x steve’s part two x

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"i can't make it today, i'm really really busy" you sighed, rubbing your forehead with your free hand as you held the phone to your ear with your other. "this can't keep happening Eddie, she has been wanting to see you for weeks now" this was the third time this month Eddie had cancelled.

your sweet girl Penny had been ecstatic when Eddie spoke to her last week to say that he would be here this weekend and he wasn't. "well i'm sorry y/n but i have things to do. this band is really important to me" you weren't shocked. Eddie had always put the band before his family, that was why you and Eddie split up.

"she's your daughter, she can't fit her life around you anymore. she should be more important then that stupid band you have" you could hear Penny's footsteps upstairs meaning she was now awake. "you know what fuck you. i'm busy all the time and i've only cancelled once, get over yourself" you scoffed, not wanting to argue over the phone you asked one simple question.

"are you going to be here for her birthday next Saturday?" you just hoped for once that he would put his daughter first, she loved him but he just left her hanging all the time. "yes y/n i'll be there. what time" he sounded uninterested, like he didn't really care for the party but it was important to her that he was there.

you felt a little glimmer of hope that maybe he would change and make an effort for one day "be here by three, let me know before if you can't come because i'll have to tell her-" he cut you off "i got it bye" with that he ended the phone slamming it down harshly. you put the phone down and heard Penny quickly approaching the living room.

"mama i need to get ready for daddy" you looked at her with a sympathetic smile. her curls were all over the place but she looked so adorable, holding the small bear she had gotten for her first birthday. you opened your arms for her and she climbed into your lap allowing you to wrap your arms around her, you kissed her forehead a couple of times and sighed.

"daddy can't make it today sweetheart" you felt her shoulders drop. "but why?" her voice was quiet and filled with sadness making your heart break. you brushed her curls out of her face and stroked her cheek "i don't know baby". you saw her cuddle her teddy bear closer and felt her sigh deeply.

"it's okay mama we can do something together right?" she looked up at you as you looked down at her. her eyes were exactly like her dads, it was like looking at a mini Eddie was staring up at you. she only got a few features from you but she was beautiful, the prettiest little girl.

you smiled and nodded your hand running through her hair "of course we can, you pick" she smiled at you and thought about what she would like to do that day and you just prayed that Eddie made it to her party. it was one day, would he really miss his daughters birthday?

-

"is daddy coming today mama?" you heard Penny say as you set up the snack table in your spacious living room ready for the party which was in a few hours. you turned to look at her, she was dressed in a white dress with her curls laying perfectly in a ponytail. "i think so honey, he told me he was coming so i don't see why not"

today was the day you would see if Eddie would show up for his daughter. one day that was so special to her and you were still hoping that he would show up and surprise you all. Steve and Robin had come over to help with everything around the house and you were so grateful to have friends like them, who were willing to take the time to come to your house and help you.

"come on birthday girl, why don't we go upstairs and play with your toys" Robin said as she left you to finish up the snack table. once you heard her bedroom door close you sighed, you knew the chances were very slim that Eddie would show up and you just hoped that he would prove you wrong.

Steve was on a step ladder hanging up a huge banner when he turned to look at you, being careful he wouldn't fall off. "do you think he will turn up?" everyone who knew the situation with you and Eddie knew it was very unlikely that he would turn up.

"i don't think so but i can't say that to her today, i'm just hoping that he does. not for me but for her she deserves it" it had been three years since you and Eddie split up and he had seen Penny maybe 20 times. it went from him seeing her every time he came back here from work to him not making the effort in showing up for her.

"he is being stupid. if he doesn't show up he it's unforgivable. i'll punch him if you need me too" you laughed loudly. it was well known that Steve was not a good fighter but you appreciated the thought. "with your track record i think we should leave the fighting" you smiled at him and looked up at the clock on the wall.

three o'clock had been and gone meaning the party would start soon. "i think Wayne has taken the day off to see her though so that's nice. all her friends are coming so if he doesn't she might be distracted enough to not notice" Steve felt sad for you but especially Penny.

he knew what it was like to have parents that didn't care, didn't bother showing up and he was happy that Penny had you. you always went above and beyond for her and he always admired it. you heard the doorbell ring making you smooth out your dress "it looks perfect okay? i'll go get Penny you open the door" Steve stepped down from the ladder and took it with him as he left you.

you walked to the front door and looked through the peephole to see Wayne standing there with a small, neatly wrapped gift in his hand. "hi Wayne" you said as you opened the door with a smile on your face. Wayne smiled and opened his arms to greet you, you were lucky you always had an amazing relationship with Wayne.

he was always here when you needed him, he helped loads when you and Eddie split up and he always made time for Penny which was the most important thing. "how you doing?" you pulled away from the hug and moved to the side so he could come in.

"i'm okay, very emotional. i can't believe she's five, she's growing up" you followed him into the living room and sat down next to him on the sofa. "i know, seems like only yesterday i got the call from ed's that she'd been born" he instantly realised what he had said and stuttered out an apology which you dismissed "it's okay really, it's a happy memory" it was a touchy subject and you knew Wayne had no ill intentions saying that.

"grandpa Wayne" you heard Penny scream as she saw her grandad was here. "hi princess" he smiled as she ran to him and squealed when he picked her up and placed her on his lap so he could cuddle her. "happy birthday" he kissed her forehead and you smiled at the interaction.

even though bad things happened between you and Eddie, Wayne was always there to tell him that what he did was stupid and that he'd let go of the best thing that would ever happen to him, he was also there for you when you and for that you were forever grateful. Wayne never left.

"did you get everything you wanted" he asked as the two pulled away. you wanted to stay and watch the two of them but another knock at the door pulled you away from the small group.

the next people to arrive were Nancy, Jonathan, Dustin, Will and Mike. you could see a few cars pulling up outside your house so after you greeted them you kept the door open and waiting for them. you could hear Penny giggling in the living room which meant she was happy and that was all that mattered to you today.

once everyone was in the party the kids were dancing and singing whilst the adults lingered around the living room and kitchen talking to one another. you saw Penny and Lottie, one of her school friends dancing with one another making your heart swell with adoration. she looked just looked so happy.

you were standing with Dustin and Steve, watching the kids closely just incase something was to happen. "so, where's Eddie?" Dustin asked as he looked around the room you only sighed and shook your head. "i don't know, i told him to be here at three and it's now four thirty"

you knew something like this would happen just like your gut feeling was telling you it would. "maybe he's just running a little late? i mean it's his daughters birthday for gods sake he needs to be here for her" Dustin rolled his eyes and Steve felt anger filling his body. how could someone do something like this to Penny? the sweetest little girl didn't deserve this.

"i doubt it Dustin. its been almost a month since he last saw her and every weekend he tells her he's gonna be here and then that day rolls around and he isn't. she is heartbroken every time and i'm honestly so close to just cutting off visitation, it's not like he sees her anyway" Dustin nodded and scratched the back of his neck, Eddie was his friend but it was getting harder and harder to defend him.

"he's unfortunately going to find out the hard way, have you told him how this is making her feel?" you nodded and looked at Penny again who had the biggest smile on her face as she danced with more of her friends. "of course i have, every time i get hit with the 'this band is so important to me' but i just keep remembering what it was like before Corroded Coffin took off you know?"

before the band got recognition he worked as a mechanic with Wayne, he made time for you and Penny but it was like as soon as they got the fame he didn't care. his priority changed. "he used to care, he was an amazing dad and i loved him but now i'm stuck wondering how can one person change so quickly. she loves her dad and it breaks my heart seeing her excitement fade as soon as i tell her he isn't coming. it's just too much for her, it's too much for me"

you looked up at the ceiling as you felt tears fill your eyes, you could feel your lip tremble as you tried to keep them in. of course when you and Eddie broke up it broke you, you thought the two of you would be together forever and just seeing the man you love change within a few weeks hurt you badly.

"hey no no don't cry, he isn't worth your tears honey. you're doing an incredible job and he's an asshole" you felt Steve's arm wrap around your shoulders as he pulled you in for a hug. you took a deep breath shocked that you were managing to keep these tears at bay. "it's just one day that i wish he tried, i can manage the other times but it's her birthday and he can't even show up" both boys nodded and you felt Steve's hand stroke your arm.

"he's a dick, but i promise you have all of us and i know it's not how you envisioned your family but you make that little girl so happy and you've done it all on your own. let's try forget about him and enjoy it yeah?" you nodded and kissed Steve’s cheek.

it was now nearing the end of Penny’s party and she was sat on the small sofa which was by the window overlooking the front garden watching as each car drove by the house. she was hoping that one of them would stop and her dad would be there to surprise her but every time the car didn’t stop she felt sadness fill her body.

“sweetheart, everyone’s in the kitchen ready to do your birthday cake” you said as you walked into the living room. “daddy’s not coming is he” you could hear the upset in her voice and it just broke you. you sighed and walked to her and sat down next to her, it was just big enough to fit the two of you.

you stroked her cheek softly and nodded “i don’t think so baby, i’m so sorry” you just watched as she nodded, she wasn’t sulking but you could tell she was really upset. “do you think we could call him maybe? maybe he’s stuck in a jam” you knew what she meant, a traffic jam was a common excuse that you had used for Eddie not turning up.

“of course we can” you got up and walked to the phone which was by the tv and dialled Eddie’s number. the phone rang but of course there was no answer and you watched as she got up from the sofa a frown on her face. she walked to you and held out her hand so she could take the phone as she heard the voicemail beep meaning she could leave a message.

“daddy. are you coming to my party, i miss you” with no response she placed the phone back down on the holder and you kneeled down. she grabbed your hand tightly “it’s okay sweet girl, we will sort it i promise. come on everyone’s waiting for you” you kissed her cheek and stood up so the two of you could walk to the kitchen.

it was evident that she was sad as she listened to everyone sing happy birthday to her and when she blew out her candles, she wished that her dad would turn to her party and surprise her. but her wish unfortunately never came true.

-

it had been a week since Penny’s birthday party and you hadn’t heard from Eddie at all, he never returned the voice message Penny left and you couldn’t help but cry once Penny was in bed and everyone except Steve and Robin had left. you couldn’t get that sad look on her face out of your mind.

today Steve was round and had decided he was going to take you and Penny out to the mall for some shopping and some ice cream, he had promised Penny last week when she was sat on his lap crying into his neck that Eddie didn’t turn up.

it was four o’clock and all three of you were finally ready to go to the mall, Steve and Penny were in her room finishing up a puzzle they had started that morning. it was an easy one but Steve had acted like he didn’t understand it which made Penny explain it in what he described as the most perfect explanation he had ever heard.

you were putting on your shoes and waiting for them to finish up when a knock at your door pulled you out of your thoughts. you opened the door and was shocked to see Eddie standing there with a gift in his hands. “hey y/n, where is everyone. the party started an hour ago” he tried to brush past you but your hand stopped him from coming in.

“the party you’re talking about was last week Eddie, you knew that” you were furious, he’d turned up a week late. “no it’s not it’s today” you shook your head. “it wasn’t Eddie and if you answered your phone you would know that it was last week. did you not listen to the voicemail Penny left you?”

he shook his head and ran a hand through his hair “look i thought it was this weekend, it’s only a week why does it matter. i’ve come to spend the day with her” you scoffed and shook you head again, it was almost laughable.

“you’re joking with me right? you think that you can just turn up here a week late and act like that’s not okay? it was one day where i had begged you to come and you couldn’t even make the effort to show up. she’s devastated Eddie, you promised her” you almost shouted but you didn’t want to alert Penny and Steve that Eddie was here, you wanted him to leave.

“she’s busy today, like i said she doesn’t fit around your schedule anymore” Eddie rolled his eyes “i’m her dad, you can’t just stop me from seeing her” you looked him up and down, you hadn’t even realised how terrible he looked. pale, lifeless.

“you are no father Eddie, you stopped being her dad the minute your band got fame. you have no idea what it’s like to see her get hurt over and over again when you decide to not show up. maybe it’s because you’re with one of your groupies or maybe you’re too busy that day getting high with your friends i don’t care, i asked for one day. one day where you’d prove me wrong and you couldn’t even make the effort to see her on her birthday”

you just felt sad, he was nothing like the Eddie you had fallen in love with all those years ago but now when you see him you just feel angry, hurt and disgusted. “i’m sorry okay? i’ve come here to see her and i’d like to if you’d let me. i am her dad y/n and we can’t change that”

you head heavy footsteps walking down the stairs and footsteps approaching the door. you turned your head as you heard Penny laugh loudly at something Steve had said to her making Eddies focus change from you to her. she was in Steve’s arms hugging him exactly like she used to hug him and that hurt.

it took Steve a minute but he finally noticed Eddie standing there with a small gift in his hands. “oh shit” he whispered, his smile falling as he noticed yours and his hurt expression on your faces, both for completely different reasons. “hi Penny” she looked at the voice and saw Eddie standing there.

he had a small smile on his face as he took in her features. big brown eyes, curly hair which was exactly like his and lips, it was all him except for the small button nose she had obviously gotten from you. she looked at him with no expression, still hurt from what happened last weekend.

she turned away from him and dug her face into Steve’s neck. he took that as an indication that she didn’t want to see him so he walked away to the living room. Eddies smile dropped as he watched her and Steve walk away.

“he can’t just walk away with her, i wanted to see her. im her dad y/n, you can’t just take her away from me” he wasn’t angry, he was hurt that she’d turned away from him like that. “she doesn't see you as a dad anymore Eddie because you're never here” it hurt to tell him that but it was the truth.

his breathing stuttered as he heard that. yes he hadn’t been the perfect dad but he loved that little girl even if he didn’t show it. his eyes filled with tears, he wanted to say more, he wanted to stand there and fight but he didn’t want to cry in front of you so all he did was nod and hand the gift over to you. he bowed his head “i’m gonna uhh, try and change. i’m sorry y/n i really am” with that he walked away.

“i hope so Eddie” you whispered as you watched him walk to his car. you really did hope so.

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I just had an idea for a request! What if MC is asked to cook the meals for each dorm when there's a special occasion? And everyone believes that she can't do it but, lo and behold, she manages to cook up a whole feast. I hope this is okay!

Caterer

A/N: Fun fact, it takes me a long ass time to get to requests...so I hope you're still around anon 😅

CW:Fem! Reader

"Alright, you said you need food on Thursday for Sebek's birthday, right?"

"Yes, preferably by three."

"Okay, and you guys need food for the basketball club on Saturday?"

"Yeah. And Floyd wants to remind you he wants shrimp on the menu."

"Duly noted."

How did you get here? How did you become NRC's most popular caterer? Well…

Three months  prior

You had stopped by the Heartslaybul Dorm to visit Trey, who was still recovering from his broken leg. It appeared you had stepped into a warzone.

"Sevens! What are we supposed to do?"

Riddle was pacing back and forth, while an exhausted Trey looked on.

"We can ask Octavinelle. I'm certain Azul will have dishes worthy of an unbirthday party."

"And be indebted to Housewarden Ashengrotto for the rest of my life? Absolutely not."

"Wait, you need food for an unbirthday party?" You finally piped in, startling both the boys.

"Yes, but as you can see, Trey is still incapacitated. And the freshmen he has been trying to train are not ready to take on the project."

"I can do it," you offered.

Again, both boys just stared at you.

"You do know the unbirthday party is…tomorrow, right?" Trey asked. "It's not that I don't believe in you, it's just a lot of food to take care of at the last second."

"Well, I don't believe in you," Riddle said dryly. "There's only one person I believe can pull off something like this alone, and he's laying in that bed."

"Thank you?" Trey questioned.

"Well, just for that, I'm gonna do it! Just to prove you wrong!"

"Y/N…"

"What time do you need the food by, housewarden?"

"1:30 tomorrow. Think you can handle that? Cause if not-"

"I know, I know. It's off with my head or whatever," and then you stormed off to the kitchen.

"Please don't be too hard on her…"

"It'll be her own fault for promising the impossible. That will be all on her."

….

Ace had wandered down for a late night snack. The closer he got, the more it sounded like someone was in the kitchen. Which didn't make sense, because Trey was still injured, so who could possibly…

"Sorry, no entrance if you aren't on the list."

He looked down to see Grim standing in front of the door like a bouncer.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean, rat?"

"It means you aren't allowed entrance. Cause you aren't on the list."

Ace knelt down to Grim's level with a smug grin.

"Oh yeah? And what are ya gonna do about it?"

Then the door opened, revealing you in an apron, covered in flour.

"Grim, please remove the distraction from the premises."

"I'm on it, oh great food master. He was just leaving," Grim responded, shoving Ace for good measure.

"Hey, wait, wait, wait! Whatcha cookin, I'm hungry!" Ace began attempting to push past Grim into the kitchen.

"Back off Ace. I'm not playing this game with you tonight. This is for the unbirthday party."

"Wait what? Dude, Trey starts like a week ahead of time, isn't that tomorrow? There's no way you're gonna finish anyway, just let me have a bite!"

You glared for a moment, before looking at your kitty companion.

"Grim, remove the trash please."

"Yes, my lady," he began kicking Ace's shins as you returned to the kitchen.

….

Ace returned the next morning, with an entourage of Jack, Epel, Sebek, Deuce, and, of all people, Jamil.

Before Ace could say something snide to you or your kitty bouncer, Jamil called into the kitchen,

"Hey, it's Jamil. I was wondering how things are going, or if you need any help?" 

"Nah I'm good, but thanks for the offer," came your reply through the kitchen door.

"Ace and Sebek have 30 madol on you not finishing in time," Epel said with a snicker.

"Grim, tell Ace to fuck off."

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Grim said, kicking Ace's shins again.

Jack took the opportunity to speak to the door, "Y/N there's no shame in asking for help, it's a lot of food…"

"And Heartslaybul has the highest retention rate of all the dorms, so it's more food than any other dorm," Deuce added.

"It just can't be done, human! Allow the canine one to help you!" Sebek called.

"Look, Mr Doubter, I'm almost done. In fact, you be here at 1:30 to join the unbirthday party, so you can eat my food, and your words!"

There was a crashing sound from within, and all the boys almost burst through the door, if not for you peeking out from it yourself.

"Not to worry, I just hit an empty tray with my elbow, everything is okay. Now go away!"

The six boys, confused and concerned as ever, made their departure.

…. 

As the clock struck one, a crowd had set up outside the kitchen door. Students from nearly every dorm had huddled outside to see what the end result would be.

Then they heard a shout.

"Finito!"

And Grim hushed the crowd.

You emerged dramatically from the kitchen, and looked around at your audience, calm and collected as ever. 

"I need some volunteers to set the table."

Immediately, some students joined you in the kitchen, and then they were parading out tray after tray, stacked high with shimmering desserts of all kinds; tarts, cookies, macarons, and a three tiered cake, decorated in red and white hearts. Then came the teas. It appeared you had brewed at least five varieties of teas. 

The crowd outside stared in wonder. Silent murmurs of awe passed through the crowd, before Rook Hunt pushed his way to your side, kneeling at your feet.

"My Lady, Pomefiore would like to request your skills for a ball next weekend."

Before you could respond, Azul had elbowed his way forward, and placed an arm around your shoulders.

"Prefect, have you ever considered working for the Mostro Lounge?"

Leona somehow made his way over.

"Shove off, tako, the herbivore is going to be cooking for us!"

And thus, the Ramshackle Prefect became NRC's caterer. And no, you obviously are not getting paid for it. Who the fuck are you kidding?

....

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cw: food as a love language; dad and husband osamu; the kid is 18 and not a baby

word count: 700+

if there's one thing about osamu, it's that he can never find his phone. it's always in his back pockets when he works, but the moment he gets home, it disappears. underneath the covers, atop your wardrobe, hidden in the couches, and today, you find its elusive nature has led it on top of the microwave.

"your son's calling you," you tell him as you glance down at the vibrating screen.

osamu doesn't lift his head from the pot he stirs, a rich soup meant to clean out the fridge, "put him on speaker."

"hey, kid," you say once you swipe the button.

"hi mom," he answers habitually, "where's dad?"

you have to roll your eyes at your husband's cocky grin, because he's clearly the desired parent for the day. osamu makes sure to kiss your temple when you pass him the phone, a reminder that you are loved even if it's not necessary.

he places it in his breast pocket, "hey, little man."

"hi dad," the younger one says but supplies nothing else.

osamu stops stirring this time and places one hand on his hip, "what's on ya mind?"

"nothing." the two of you glance at each other. eighteen years of raising him, and you try to parse meaning in the words he doesn't say. it's harder now, without him around, without his cute cheeks to pinch or his grumbly attitude after a hard day at school.

what's wrong? your husband mouths but you only shrug. it's his turn to roll his eyes at you, holding in an exasperated breath.

"how's school doing for ya?" osamu tries again. "ya eating well?"

"kinda."

"what ya mean kinda?"

there's silence and the both of you stop to turn to each other again. you with a plate in your hand and osamu with his wooden spoon. you're getting somewhere, it seems. it's a challenge of patience and you all wait in anticipation on who will take the bait.

"dining hall food sucks, dad." osamu starts belly laughing. he bends over the pot and his phone almost slides out. years in the kitchen full of slips, trips, and falls train him to catch his phone before it falls into the soup. your son's pouting now. you can hear it. "dad, really! it all tastes so bland and boring. it's nothing compared to your food."

though you're behind him setting the table, you can see the way his posture straightens, a proud puff of his chest. "course ain't nothing gonna compare. ya pops is the best."

"that's the problem, dad!"

you stifle a quiet giggle as you watch osamu sputter. rounding the table, you rest your cheek against his arm. the two of you stare at the fragrant and bubbling pot as you listen to your son's breathing.

he looks down at you as you rub the expanse of his back that’s only gotten plumper in the years you’ve been with him, a question. you respond with a knowing smile. and maybe he just needed a little encouragement because a richness forms on osamu's features, of pride, of love, and the bittersweet sorrow that sometimes comes with it.

"what are ya doing next saturday?" he prompts.

"huh? i don't know."

"ya too cool to hang out with ya pops?" your husband eggs. this is where your son got it from, you roll your eyes again. neither of them have ever been quite forthright with their feelings. "got the day off that day."

he travels five hours to tokyo that next saturday. in the back of his truck is a box full of ingredients straight from onigiri miya. he carries bags of rice that an embarrassed son whines at, complaining that his father's too much. the son helps his old man anyways, carrying the ingredients and kitchen supplies up the stairs with him.

they talk of the cute classmate, the insufferable teacher, about you and how you still can't put away your used glasses of water. osamu mentions it with a pointed look at his son's nighstand that's littered with water bottles of his own. osamu helps him clean and takes him to the store to replenish his snacks and in the midst of it all, osamu teaches his son.

in the dim light of the dorm, osamu rolls an onigiri in his hand and places it on a plastic plate. then he makes his son repeat it until osamu cannot tell who made which.

osamu leaves and months later, their son visits back home. before the semester starts again, the son is sent with another box full of rice, seaweed, and even a new rice paddle.

atsumu pats his nephew on the back as he goes, "so ya got a samu care package too?" the older miya beams as he rifles through the box, "looks like a vip one. he never gave me rice paddles in mine."

#reina.writeshaikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #its a word vom but i love him sm #MY CHEST HURTS I LOVE THEM #atsumu’s one line is the reason why i wrote this all btw if you even care

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Always Going to Take Care of You

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Baby Jack is the absolute cutest

Synopsis: Jack forgets what you told him when he asked you what you wanted for Christmas and enlists the help of everyone around him to figure it out

Pairing: Baby!Jack Harlow x Baby!Reader

Requested by: @fallon-carrington123

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"Shit." Jack muttered to himself as he was currently trying to remember what you had told him that you wanted for Christmas.

He remembered what you wanted for your birthday and the last thing he wanted to do was ask you again.

He thought that you would give him so much shit for it or think that he wasn't a good boyfriend who listened to you.

He had asked your parents, your sister Dani, your cousin Nicole and all they did was kind of brush him off thinking that he wasn't being serious because Jack knew you like the back of his hand.

So here he was on December 10, 2016 at 10 at night pacing his room trying to remember. He had to get his shit together to hurry up and order it if it was something that he couldn't go to the mall and get so that it would be here on time.

His phone then went off signaling a text from you.

Baby Girl- Smush, are you okay? I looked out my window to see you pacing around your room. You look stressed.

Oh, he definitely was.

Smush- Oh, I'm fine babe. Just trying to think of a gift to get my mom

Baby Girl- It's a good thing I made it easy for you this year and told you exactly what I wanted so you didn't have to stress about what to get me 😌 

Seriously?

Smush- Exactly

Baby Girl- Come over so we can watch Christmas movies and I'll help you think of a gift for her. I could use the cuddles.

Smush- Give me 30 minutes my baby

Baby Girl- Okay! I'll get the snacks ready.

Since it was Saturday night and the two of you didn't have school seeing as you both graduated (Urban was surprised you got your diploma since you were always late), most weekends in December consisted of the two of you doing some type of holiday activity whether it was ice skating, making gingerbread houses, playing in the snow, or Jack making you hot chocolate which had now become his specialty.

He knew you liked it so much and literally perfected it to where when you made it, it wasn't even close to how good his was.

He couldn't cook, but at least he had one thing going for him when you two moved in together in the next few months.

Now it was time to text his best friend to see if he had any clue to what you wanted because he was desperate.

Jack- URBAN HELP ME

Urb- With?

Jack- I can't remember what Baby girl told me she wanted for Christmas and I obviously don't want to ask her 

Urb- Flop boyfriend of the year award

Jack- FOCUS PLEASE

Urb- Calling it like I see it

Jack- Did she tell you anything?

Urb- Maybe

Jack- TELL ME SO I CAN GO BUY IT

Urb- Just ask her

Jack- So she can see what a horrible boyfriend I am? I think not

Urb- You aren’t a horrible boyfriend although you could bother to go to a class about being a better one once in awhile

Jack- WHAT

Urb- Ask Clay

Jack- You cannot be serious and ABSOLUTELY NOT

Urb- If I ask her she’s going to know that you forgot because she’s going to be like what are you asking me for? Because I already told her that I got her gift already.

Jack- Fine

Jack then slipped on his sweatshirt and coat before making his way across the street to you.

Since there was a whole bunch of snow and ice everywhere, you told him to go around to the back door and you would come and get him that way. The last thing you both needed was him falling from your bedroom window.

“Hi smush!” You said as you opened the back door and Jack quickly brought you into a hug while kissing your forehead.

“Hey my baby.”

“I have all of our favorite snacks and Dani made a special trip to our favorite bakery to get our muffins with the cream cheese in the middle. And I went to the grocery store this morning and got a case of Big Red. We also have popcorn, gingerbread cookies, snickerdoodles, sugar cookies, salted caramel cupcakes, and I think that’s all.”

“Well, damn.”

“I had to make sure we had enough!”

“Baby, there’s only two of us. That’s enough food for five people.”

“Would you like for me to invite Clay over then to help us eat it?”

“NO!”

“I didn’t think so. Come on.” 

The two of you then made your way upstairs to your room while sneaking past your parents and got comfortable.

“Did we decide on our matching pajamas this year?” You asked and Jack shook his head no.

That was one of the Christmas traditions between the two of you since you two became a couple three years ago.

“How about we do the grinch this year? I can order them off of amazon. They’ll be here before Christmas so we can wear them.”

“Sounds like a plan, my baby. Now what are we watching?”

The group chat went crazy when the two of you posted the picture with your matching pajamas. Urban was the worst one.

“Hmm, Home Alone? This Christmas? Bad Santa? Cheesy Hallmark movie?”

“Can’t go wrong with This Christmas.”

“Let’s do it.” You said turning it on and passing Jack something to drink.

The two of you were halfway through the movie and you could tell that something was bothering your boyfriend.

He seemed distracted and that something was on his mind.

“Umm, babe?”

“Hmm?”

“Is everything okay? You seem distracted.”

“Oh, I’m fine. Just wondering what to get for my mom is all.”

“Oh! I forgot that’s what I was supposed to help you with. Okay um, how about jewelry? You can’t go wrong with that. A bracelet maybe? How about Pandora?”

“Baby, I’m still saving money for our apartment so less on the expensive side please.”

“They have some bracelets for like 50 dollars. Here I’ll show you.”

You pulled up the website on your phone and found a cute bracelet that Jack could put charms on representing his dad, him, and Clay.

“She’s going to love this.”

—

“Nic, he’s acting weird and I don’t know what it is.”

“When is he not acting weird?”

“Leave my baby alone. He’s a little off but that’s my man. He might be a hot mess, but he’s my hot mess.”

“Yes, we know. What is he doing?”

“It’s like he just seems distracted. Every time we’re together it seems like he’s always deep in thought or his mind is elsewhere.”

“Well it’s the holiday season. He’s probably trying to think of the perfect gift to give you.”

“He doesn’t need to do that.”

“Why not?”

“I already told him what I wanted. I told him in the middle of November so he would have enough time to get my birthday gift and Christmas gift.”

“Oh…”

“Nic, what do you mean oh?”

Meanwhile across the street, Jack was pleading with Clay for him to ask you what you wanted and then report back to him so that he could buy it.

“Clay, just ask her for me please. She won’t think anything of it if you ask her.”

“And shitty boyfriend of the year award goes to…”

“Shut the fuck up and help me!”

“She should be my girlfriend instead anyway and why should I help you? If I buy her what she tells me, she’s bound to leave you at this point.”

“I will take your gift back that I got you. Don’t test me, little brother. And how the hell are you going to pay for it? You suddenly have a job that I don’t know about?”

“Only because it has to deal with Y/N and I would make it happen. If it didn’t, my answer would be no.”

Just then your phone went off indicating an incoming call from Clay.

“Favorite Harlow child! State your business!”

“Hiii Y/N!”

“What’s going on? Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, everything is fine. Just had a question for you.”

“Sure. Anything.”

“Did you tell Jack what you wanted for Christmas already?” Jack threw up his hands in disbelief because this was not a part of the plan.

“I did. I told him last month. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, last month? Well, he forgot. So he wanted for me to ask you but not to let you know that he forgot, but he did.”

“CLAYBORN!” You hear Jack scream in the background and you heard shuffling and it almost sounded as if Clay had dropped the phone.

After their little scuffle, you heard your boyfriend’s voice.

“Umm, baby girl?”

“Jack, if you had forgotten all you had to do was ask me.”

“I know but I didn’t want it to seem like I wasn’t listening to you or that I don’t pay attention to you.”

“Baby, I know you listen to me. But you’re also human and you can forget things. We’ve been doing a lot with looking for our first apartment and everything. I promise I’m not mad and I wouldn’t have been if you would have asked.”

“So I’m not a flop boyfriend?”

“Who told you that? Was it Urban? I’m going to kick his ass. And you definitely aren’t.”

“OKAY ARE YOU GOING TO TELL HIM OR NOT BECAUSE I’M ABOUT TO GO BUY IT SO I CAN BE YOUR BOYFRIEND INSTEAD!”

“Clay! Cut the shit!”

“Tell Clay I love him too and it’s the Kate Spade blush watch.”

“I’m ignoring that first part and oh shit.” Jack said suddenly, having a realization.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” 

“HE ALREADY BOUGHT IT AND IT’S IN HIS CLOSET! I THOUGHT IT WAS SOMETHING ELSE!”

“CLAY SHUT THE FUCK UP! WHY DID YOU TELL HER?!”

“OVER HERE FREAKING OUT OVER NOTHING! AND YOU ALREADY GOT IT FOR HER!”

All you and Nic were doing was laughing at the exchange that was currently happening between Jack and Clay.

A few more minutes had passed when you once again heard your boyfriend.

“Well, I’m sorry your gift is now ruined.”

“It’s okay, smush. I promise.”

“No it’s not. Now I have to get you something else.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do and don’t fight me on this. Umm, baby I’ll call you later because I have to get another gift and kick Clay’s ass.”

“Oh um, alright then.”

“I love you.. And…. CLAY DO NOT TOUCH THAT!”

“I love you too, go handle that.” 

—

“Jack, where are we?” You asked, looking around and taking in your surroundings.

Of course it was midnight on Christmas and Jack had picked you up and drove you somewhere in the middle of downtown Louisville. 

As far as you knew nothing was open so you didn’t know what you were down here for. 

“This is your other gift. Here, open this.”

Jack handed you a small box with a pink bow on top and you simply shook your head.

“I told you not to get me anything else.”

“Nope, don’t want to hear it. And it’s actually for the both of us.”

You looked back down at the box and undid the box while opening it.

“Baby, is this a key?”

“It is.”

“What’s it to?”

“Our apartment that’s in this building.”

“NO YOU DIDN’T!” You said while looking at him and then looking at the building that was behind you.

It definitely looked expensive. 

“I did. I said I wanted to do something else for you and I meant it. Do you want to go in and see it?”

You eagerly nodded your head yes before Jack leaned down to kiss you.

“I’m always going to take care of you and protect you, even if I forget things from time to time..”

“I love you.” You said as Jack grabbed your hand and the two of you began making your way inside.

“I love you more and I hope that this makes up for it.”

“You didn’t have anything to make up for, I promise.”

“Oh, and one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a two bedroom.”

“Okay?”

“Urban’s moving in too.”

“Oh, so I can take turns terrorizing the both of you? Perfect.”

“BABY, THAT WAS NOT AN INVITATION FOR YOU TO DO THAT.”

“Too late.”

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[honouraryweasley12]

Ringing In The Season

Stressed and tired from helping plan Harry and Ginny's elaborate wedding, Ron and Hermione decide to take a much different route to marital bliss at Christmas.

This was written for @edie-k as a gift in the HPRomione Discord Secret Santa 2023.

Also posted at FFn and AO3.

"Morning, love."

Ron's sleep-roughened voice broke the silence of the Saturday morning in their small flat. Hermione was cozy under a pile of blankets on their settee, some ancient book in her lap. He loved seeing her like that, it felt like home.

It was a typical weekend morning for them, unlike their recent nights.

For weeks, their evenings had been spent planning Harry and Ginny's elaborate wedding, which was still months away. As the Best Wizard and Witch of Honour, they had a myriad of duties in the extravaganza. Harry wanted Ginny to have her dream wedding, and it had grown to quite a large dream indeed. Not to mention she was the first Weasley daughter in generations to have a wedding.

"Morning, Ron."

He walked over and dropped a kiss in her hair, before stretching and letting out a wide yawn. He turned back to her, his eyes on the unfamiliar book.

"Whatcha reading?"

"Oh," she flipped to the cover and showed it to him. "I'm researching some old wedding customs for Ginny. She wants to find something unique for the ceremony."

They both shook their heads, communicating their judgement silently.

He leisurely scratched his stomach through his comfortable threadbare shirt. "What's the assignment at The Burrow today?"

"We need to do the seating charts… again. Apparently, Aunt Muriel refuses to sit with some cousin of your mum's."

"Bloody hell, not seating again! I need to learn Arithmancy to make sense of those charts. Can't the old bat just sit where she's told?"

Hermione shrugged and playfully poked him in the belly. "I guess not. You're just cranky because your mum hasn't baked as much as she usually does at Christmas."

"Might make the planning a little more bearable if there was more to snack on."

She reached up and patted his hand. "Don't worry, your mother hasn't forgotten about the holidays. I'm sure there will be a bounty of food at Christmas next week."

"There had better be." His stomach grumbled, on cue. "Still, it's going to be another shit evening tonight."

Hermione smirked but didn't scold him. "It's a good thing I pulled your mum aside last night and told her we're going to visit my parents this afternoon, so we can't attend."

"But your parents are out of town until tomorrow… ohhh." He flashed the lopsided grin that melted her every time. "Have I told you you're brilliant?"

"A few times," she teased. "I think we both could do with a quiet night in."

"Oh? You sure you don't want to check out some Muggle clubs tonight?" Ron performed a series of jerky movements, causing Hermione to giggle.

"Was that supposed to be a dance, or did George slip some itching powder in your pajamas?"

He stopped, looking mortally offended with his hands on his hips. "Those are prime moves I'll have you know."

"Suuuuure… You're lucky you're so cute. Why don't you take those prime moves into the kitchen and make some breakfast? I'm starving."

"Yes, dearest, whatever you want," he teased her back. "You're lucky you're cute."

Her laughter followed him to their galley kitchen, before she flipped through her book once again. She could hear the familiar, comfortable sound of Ron whistling as he worked, and soon the delightful smells were making her mouth water. She truly loved this time with him. She wanted it forever.

After a while, Ron emerged with two heaping plates in hand, his face alight with excitement. "Did you even look outside this morning, or did you stick your nose straight into that book?"

"Book," she replied. He knew her too well. On her way to join him at their small circular table, she pulled open the curtains of a nearby window. "Oh, it snowed! It looks beautiful outside."

Ron nodded, placing the plates on the table before fetching their tea from the kitchen. "Maybe we could go for a walk later, enjoy the season a little bit before we have to go back to wedding planning hell."

Hermione nodded. "That sounds lovely. Unless it's just an excuse to finish your Christmas shopping. You only have few days until Christmas Eve, you know."

Ron took a seat and picked up his fork, pointing it in her direction. "Despite your lack of faith, I completed my shopping already. With all the running around we've been doing, I was able to take care of it at the same time."

She tapped him on the nose and leaned down for a kiss before sitting across from him. "I'm impressed."

They began to tuck into the mounds of scrambled eggs, strips of bacon, and piles of toast Ron had made, reminiscent of something his mum would serve. The apple hadn't fallen far from the tree in that respect.

Ron glanced over at the copy of yesterday's Daily Prophet his girlfriend had left on the table, something she did every Friday night so he could check the Quidditch league scores in the morning. He let out a disgusted snort as he held it up to Hermione, pointing at the moving photo of Harry and Ginny entering a fancy cake shop the previous weekend.

"Did you see this? ‘Preparations for the wedding of the millennium continue'. Such a stupid name. The millennium is not even three years old! Don't get me wrong, I love Harry, and sometimes I even like Ginny, but it's getting ridiculous. I hope our wedding isn't a bloody spectacle."

Hermione let out a squeak, her fork frozen in mid-air, a bite of egg wobbling on the tines.

"What's the matter?"

"Our wedding?"

The tips of his ears turned red, and he shrugged. "It's not like we haven't vaguely discussed it here and there, and with all the wedding stuff going on, it's been in my head."

"We haven't talked about it in a while, so I wasn't sure if you still felt the same. If it was something you still wanted to do or if you were comfortable with how things are."

Ron furrowed his brow. "Of course I want to marry you! Merlin, I'd marry you right now. I've had the ring for ages!" He looked away, horrified, before mumbling to himself. "Fuck, is there Veratiserum in this tea?"

Hermione was staring at him with wide eyes, the news obviously a surprise. "You've had it for ages? When… when did you get it?"

Ron shook his head. "Nope, I'm not answering that. You're going to think I'm mental."

That unexpected answer clearly shook Hermione. She pushed her plate away and leaned forward. "When, Ron? Please tell me."

Ron looked up and couldn't resist the pleading look on her face. "You're spoiling everything, you know."

"I don't care. Please?"

Ron threw his head back in exasperation, knowing he'd been the one who let that crucial information slip. He let out a deep breath of resignation. He'd kept that secret for years, and now he ruined it on a random Saturday morning. "Fine. I bought it the day you left for Hogwarts after the war. I knew then that you were the one for me, and it reminded me every day you were going to come back to me."

"Really? You did?"

He nodded. "Harry and I disguised ourselves in Diagon Alley so we could get to Gringotts without any hassle, and once we revealed ourselves, we were able to get gold from Harry's vault… which took some negotiation since the goblins weren't exactly thrilled to see us. I paid him back in full once I started getting a salary from the Ministry and by working some extra hours with George when you were gone."

Hermione was enthralled listening to this story that had long been hidden from her.

"We went to the jewelers that day to pick it out, and I've had it ever since. I briefly considered proposing when you graduated but decided it was too soon; I wanted us to enjoy our time together without the pressure of an engagement. Then we talked about waiting a while to be more settled in our careers to revisit this, so yeah, that's what happened."

Hermione was speechless. She never imagined he'd gone to such lengths, and her eyes quickly became glassy. "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard."

"Really?"

She jumped up from her seat and fell into his lap, pulling him into a long snog. She broke off the kiss but kept her face close to his, her eyes locked on his and her arms thrown around his neck.

"I've been thinking about marriage, too. A lot."

"I thought you wanted to wait."

"I thought I did, but I'm not so sure anymore. Maybe we've waited long enough. It's been on my mind since we've been around it. Not the idea of some grand wedding, but the idea of being married. To make that commitment to each other and introduce you to people as my husband, and not my boyfriend. I don't know, boyfriend just seems so… small compared to what you are to me. I think I just want to be married to you."

He grinned and kissed her forehead. "Well, that's a relief. I want to be married to you, too."

She smiled brightly, before continuing. "Can I see it?"

"See what?"

"The ring."

"The ring? Are you mental? I'm not going to show you the ring until I ask you."

"Then ask me."

Ron pulled back and examined her, trying to determine if she was serious. "Are you serious?"

She nodded. "Yes, I'm serious. The answer to the question is yes."

Ron's eyes bugged out of his head. "What is happening right now?"

"I'm waiting for you to propose so I can say yes."

"Oh, is that it? Hermione, are you ok?" He placed a hand on her forehead, but it was perfectly cool.

"Ron, I'm fine. Well, not entirely. I'm not engaged to you yet." Her tone was so matter of fact that he was taken aback.

"Bloody hell, you are serious."

She nodded her head enthusiastically, her hands on his pink cheeks, her eyes filling up with tears again. "I would like you to propose to me, Ron Weasley."

Ron nodded. "I'd like nothing more."

He stood up with Hermione in his arms and walked her over to the sofa, where he gently put her down, before giving her a quick peck. "Be right back."

Hermione tried to smooth out her hair and sit up straight, thrilled they had reached this point. Ron came bounding out of their room, a dark velvet ring box in his hand. He skidded to a stop in front of her and dropped to one knee.

The tears came now, for both. Ron looked up at her, his hair disheveled from sleep, clothed in his plain T-shirt and plaid pajama pants. It was perfect. He held the ring box in one hand, and the fingers on his other hand entwined with hers.

He took a deep breath to steady his nerves, even though he already knew the answer. "Here goes."

She stifled a sob and nodded briefly, and he continued, a slight shake in his voice. "Hermione Granger, I never thought, when you entered our train compartment, how much you'd change my life. You annoyed me at first, and then I grew to like you, and then love you. Now, I can't imagine my life or future without you, and I never want to. Will you marry me?"

She nodded again as he opened the box and gently placed the ring on her finger, before she leaned forward and kissed him several times, her now fiancé.

They finally broke apart, and Hermione sat back to take a better look at the ring. It was an elegant, timeless design in white gold, with a sparkling round-cut diamond in the center, and smaller diamonds along the band. It was tasteful and fit Hermione's style flawlessly.

Ron joined her on the sofa and she cuddled up against him, her head on his chest, staring at the ring again.

"This is perfect, Ron. I still can't believe you bought it that long ago."

He shrugged, his ears red again. "There's no one else for me but you."

"I feel the same way."

Ron suddenly shifted. "Shit, is your dad going to be upset that I didn't ask for his blessing? I know that's a Muggle tradition."

"My dad won't care, he already calls you son."

He nodded, content. He wrapped his arms around her and they both sighed. They were finally engaged!

After a few minutes, Hermione shifted restlessly and let out a different kind of sigh, one tinged with disappointment. "This feels anticlimactic."

He frowned. "Of course it does! You completely ruined the chance for me to set up an elaborate, romantic proposal."

Hermione stared at the ring again and smiled. "It was romantic."

Ron let out a huff. "I'm glad you think so. We're going to be telling this story for the rest of our lives—how I proposed on a random morning, in my ratty pajamas. It makes me look like a tosser."

"I like our story, and stop worrying about what other people think. I think it suits us. What I mean is that it doesn't feel like enough."

Ron dropped his head. "I suppose we can find you a bigger diamond."

Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked his chest. "That's not it. I adore my ring. You've kept this ring for me for four years, I'm going to keep it forever."

Ron looked puzzled. "So what did you mean? We're engaged!"

An idea was forming in Hermione's head, an idea that felt so incredible, so right, that she felt like bursting.

"I know that look, what are you up to, Hermione?"

"What if we got married now? Today? I don't want a big wedding like Harry and Ginny, and neither do you. I just want to be Mrs. Granger-Weasley."

"Fuck me."

"That traditionally comes after the wedding, Ron."

"Are you really joking about something this major? What about our family? Our friends?"

"I'm not marrying them. This is something just for us, you and me. You even said you'd marry me today if you could. Now you can!"

Ron nodded slowly, letting her words sink in. He loved the idea that he wouldn't have to wait any longer to marry the love of his life. He could feel the excitement coursing through his veins at the thought.

He looked down at her, nestled on his chest, her wild hair going every which way. "Yes, Hermione. I love you and I want to marry you more than anything."

She clapped in delight and leaned up for a kiss. "We need to plan this out quickly, and be discreet. Otherwise, the news will spread."

"Yeah, I definitely don't want this in the news until we can tell everyone in person, or my mother will make you a young widow. But… do you mind if we wait a bit before telling people? It would be nice to enjoy this for a while, keep it a secret between us. We'll have to hide the rings."

She nodded and beamed at him. "I love that idea, but where can we go?"

Ron thought for a moment, until an idea struck him.

"I… I hope this doesn't sound silly, and we were so young back then, but one of the most memorable days I've ever had was our first visit to Hogsmeade, just the two of us, remember? My feelings for you were already becoming very confusing, but I think that's when I really saw you in a different light. It should almost count as our first date."

"Oh, that's brilliant, Ron! I loved that day, too. Hogsmeade would be perfect. It's far enough away that we won't run into anyone we know, and it's delightful this time of year. Let's go!"

He let out a laugh and kept a grip on her. "Hold on, Hermione. If we're really going to do this, like truly get married today, we should at least dress up for the occasion. Are you sure you don't want to get proper wedding dress?"

"No, Ron. I don't care about that. I want to do this."

"Alright then, let's get ready and go!"

~*~

Holding hands tightly, the newly engaged couple landed in the charming village of Hogsmeade. The main street was decorated for the Christmas season, and the sprinkling of overnight snow made for a stunning scene.

Ron had dressed in his best Auror dress robes—the rich fabric was dark navy blue with gold accents. Ron thought he cut a tall, rather dashing figure in the tailored robes.

Hermione opted for a dress she'd purchased for a recent Ministry gala. It was a strapless, floor length dress with a sweetheart neckline. The shimmery gold material flared out at the hips into a wide gown. It matched Ron's outfit perfectly and Hermione felt beautiful in it.

Families and couples were wandering up and down the main street, enjoying the picturesque afternoon scenery and completing some final Christmas shopping. Ron and Hermione were overdressed compared to the casual and comfortable clothing most people were in. Despite standing out, they could only hope they wouldn't be recognized, and tried their best to blend in and not draw any attention.

"Where to?"

"We'll need rings first, and then we can find the Ministry office. There should be an officiant there who can complete the ceremony."

Ron turned and grabbed her hands between his, looking down at her. "You're absolutely sure? You don't want your parents or my family here?"

Hermione shook her head. "Ron, it's the two of us, for the rest of our lives. I truly want this, just us."

Ron nodded resolutely. This was going to happen today. It's not how he imagined the day was going to go when he woke up, but he was thrilled that he'd soon be married to the girl he'd been hopelessly in love with since they were teenagers, even if he couldn't express it back then.

The couple made their way to Julieta's Jewels, a new addition to the village, but perfectly suited to their needs. A bell rang out as they entered the quiet shop, gaining the attention of the elderly witch behind the counter.

"Ah, hello dearies, welcome to my shop. What can I help you with?"

"We're looking for wedding bands."

"Oh, how lovely. Congratulations! When is the wedding?"

Ron and Hermione shared a look, before Hermione answered. "Today."

Julieta was taken aback, her hand flying to her chest. "Goodness! I suppose that's why you're both looking very fancy for a Saturday afternoon. Let's see what we can do, shall we?"

She pointed out the displays which held the wedding bands, and the couple began to look at the options, the variety surprising for a small store. They looked through both the witch and wizard options, but there was nothing that met their fancy, though they knew they couldn't be too picky.

Ron kept peering into the case. "They're all so extravagant and showy. These look like something my sister would wear, but they don't seem like… us."

Hermione agreed, a look of disappointment crossing her face. None of them seemed right to her, either.

Julieta spoke up, addressing Hermione. "Might I see the engagement ring, dear? Perhaps I can make some suggestions in a similar style."

Hermione's mood lifted and she proudly held out her hand, savouring the first opportunity to show it off, even if it was to a complete stranger.

The older witch took a closer look. "Very nice, very nice indeed. From Duncan & Harrington's in Diagon Alley? I recognize the work. Excellent taste, young man. This is a more classic design than what I have on display here—the bigger and shinier items attract the most attention, of course. I might have just the thing in the back, let me go look."

As she left them alone in the showroom, Hermione whirled and surveyed Ron, whose ears were blazing red. "Ron, you never told me you bought this from Duncan & Harrington's. That shop is so expensive."

He shrugged. "I wanted to get you something nice. Maybe something we could pass down to our kids one day. Harry sure took the mickey when I told him that."

Hermione was so overcome by the sentiment that all she could do was pull him down into a kiss. "You are the sweetest, Ron."

"Here we are," Julieta came bustling out and beckoned them to the display case. "I think these could be a nice match."

She opened up a box with two rings, one for him and one for her. They sparkled in the light, taking Hermione's breath away. Hers had the same understated design as her engagement ring and featured a line of small diamonds in the band, whereas Ron's was in the same white gold, but with a hammered pattern that shimmered.

"Go on, try them out."

Hermione looked up at Ron and smiled widely, holding out her hand. Ron gently took her ring and placed it on her finger, the magical ring automatically sizing to fit her. Hermione did the same, their eyes connected the whole time as she slid his ring on his finger. The rings glowed white for a second.

Julieta clapped her hands. "I believe these rings were destined for the two of you."

They both nodded in agreement with the older witch. Everything seemed to be lining up for them despite their lack of planning.

"We'll take them," Ron said as he examined the ring, understanding what it symbolized.

They reluctantly removed the rings and handed them back to the shop owner, so she could wrap them up and they could pay.

Julieta handed Hermione the small bag. "Before you leave, and I hope I don't make you uncomfortable, but I wanted to personally thank you for everything you two did, helping Harry Potter save our world."

"You recognized us?" Hermione asked.

"Of course, you are rather famous, Miss Granger." She winked. "Well, not ‘Miss' for much longer."

Ron pleaded with her. "Please, don't tell anyone we were here." His voice dropped to a whisper. "We're kind of eloping."

She patted Ron on the arm. "Don't you worry Mr. Weasley, your secret is safe with me. Congratulations again on your wedding—you make a beautiful couple. Oh, and if your sister and Mr. Potter are still looking for rings, send them my way."

Ron let out a laugh and shook his head, respecting the sales tactic. "I can do that."

They said their goodbyes and walked out of the store, reassured that fate was on their side.

Hermione slipped her arm through Ron's as they walked down the street. "The rings are exactly what I wanted. They're perfect!"

"Just like you."

Hermione snorted. "I am not perfect, but I'm perfect for you."

Ron barked a laugh. "No, you're definitely not perfect, but I agree."

Hermione rolled her eyes but couldn't help but almost skip with giddiness. She was about to marry her knight.

They continued walking, people watching, and enjoying the festive atmosphere around them. "We couldn't have picked a better day," Ron remarked.

"Any day would've been good, I'm just glad it's today."

They reached the end of the main street and turned off to a side street, spotting a small, isolated building at the end of the lane that looked like a quaint cottage. The Ministry of Magic seal was displayed prominently on a metal sign hanging over the door.

"There it is! Are you ready for this, Ron?"

"I can't wait for you to be my wife, Hermione."

They entered the building, which featured a cramped sitting area and a front desk. They seemed to be the only ones there, though a half-eaten plate of biscuits sat on the desk.

"Just a moment," a deep voice called out. A minute later, a large older wizard in deep red robes trimmed with white velvet around the collar and cuffs entered from a back room. He had long and styled white hair, and a matching beard. His eyes, behind half-moon glasses, held a strange, friendly twinkle which reminded them both of Dumbledore.

"How may I help you?"

Hermione answered. "We'd like to get married, please."

"Ah, you've arrived just in time; the office was about to close for the holidays. Lots to do by Christmas Eve."

Hermione's eyes widened. "You're not—"

He continued, giving her a warm smile. "You'll need to fill out this parchment for the marriage to be officially registered at the Ministry, and then we can complete the bonding ceremony."

He offered the parchment and a quill to Hermione, who took it to the small seating area, a look of awe on her face. Ron plopped down next to her, his arm snaking around her waist as he watched her familiar penmanship flow across the page, answering the various questions about them.

Hermione blew on the ink, a gesture which took Ron back to their days at Hogwarts, when she had the same satisfied look on her face upon completing an essay. He was hit with a sudden emotion, thinking of the past and future at the same time. He loved this woman so much.

"Everything alright, Ron? Not having second thoughts?"

"Absolutely not, I just love you so much."

"Me, too."

Hermione felt a lump in her throat forming. They were actually going to do this, and she was thrilled, almost overcome with how badly she wanted to live her life with her love by her side.

The officiant cleared his throat. "All ready?"

They stood up, their hands clasped as they brought the parchment back to the desk. He quickly read it, and if he recognized their names, he didn't show it on his face.

"This all looks correct. Once the ceremony is complete, I will apply a magical seal validating this as an official document, and it will be processed at the Ministry. Once it's recorded in the archives, you'll receive this via owl. Any questions?"

They both shook their heads, wanting to get to the ceremony part as quickly as possible. They followed the officiant through a corridor and out the back door of the building.

They were greeted by a small area that boasted healthy green grass through the wonders of magic, a stark contrast from the December weather. A tall arch of white wood sat in the middle, meticulously decorated with flowers and ribbons which swayed gently in the breeze. A small brook babbled on the side, the water running down a narrow path. This all sat against the backdrop of snow-covered pine trees.

Hermione looked around, taking in the unexpected view. "This is wonderful!"

The officiant let out a deep rumble of a laugh. "I wouldn't expect people coming here to get married to do so in that stuffy office."

He took his place under the arch and beckoned them forward. Hand in hand, they approached.

"Please face each other and hold out your wands, touching them together."

Hermione's cheeks were hurting from sheer joy as she faced her Ron, the same look mirrored on his face. He mouthed ‘I love you' to her, causing the tears to start falling.

"The wand ceremony symbolizes the bonding of magic between the two of you. I will now recite the bonding charm."

He produced an odd wand, alternately striped in white and red, with a strange hook on the end. "Vinculum amoris fiducia."

A warm red light glowed around their hands and wands for a second.

"You may put away your wands for the second part of the ceremony—the official vows."

They quickly tucked away their wands and held hands.

"Do you, Hermione Jean Granger, take Ronald Bilius Weasley to be your wedded partner, and to be bonded together by love and trust in this lifetime?"

Hermione nodded enthusiastically. "I will."

"Do you, Ronald Bilius Weasley, take Hermione Jean Granger to be your wedded partner, and to be bonded together by love and trust in this lifetime?"

Ron grinned. "I will."

"On this Saturday, the twenty-first of December of the year two thousand two, following the rules set forth by the Ministry of Magic, I now pronounce you wed and offer my congratulations. You may kiss."

The officiant waved his wand, and they were showered with flower petals. Ron pulled Hermione forward and crushed his lips to hers. They pulled away and then dove in for a second kiss, before touching their foreheads together. They were married.

After signing the parchment and witnessing the officiant charm the official seal, they made their way out, floating higher than a broom.

Ron and Hermione shared another kiss. "Should we go home and celebrate, wife? Blimey, that sounds incredible."

Hermione giggled, her voice giddy. "We shall, husband."

They disappeared from the village as a married couple.

~*~

Percy Weasley straightened the items on his desk in preparation for his meeting with a representative from the Department of Records, to sign some routine documents before he left for the day.

The twenty-third of December was the last day before the Ministry shut down most departments for the holiday break, and he was looking forward to spending time with his family and his beloved Audrey. He grinned, thinking about his long-time girlfriend as he pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Percy had even resolved to leave a couple of hours early, a rare occurrence, but he was fine treating himself this close to Christmas. He usually worked late and met up with Audrey in the evenings at their small flat in London.

A knock on his office door broke him out of his thoughts, as he called for the visitor to enter.

"Ah, Sara, there you are," he greeted the blonde woman who looked rather harried. "In a rush?"

She nodded. "Yes, Mr. Weasley, I have a lot to do before the end of the day. Though I hear you're off early."

Percy shook his head ruefully. "It always amazes me how quickly even the most mundane news travels around the Ministry."

Sara chuckled. "That's half the fun of working here. Now, I have two parchments for you."

She handed him two rolls to review, before he grabbed his quill and signed them with a flourish. "Is that all for today?"

"It is. Oh, wait! I forgot this came across my desk this morning. I thought you might want to hand deliver it instead of us following the standard process of sending it via owl. Congratulations on the wedding!"

Percy frowned, accepting the document. "Ginny's wedding to Harry Potter isn't until the late spring."

"Oh, I meant your brother, Ron, from the Auror Department."

Percy had to fight to keep the surprise from showing on his face, not wanting to fuel any rumours. "Yes, of course."

"I'm surprised I didn't see anything in the Prophet about this, two famous war heroes getting married is big news."

Percy was forced to fib. "It was rather small, family only. They didn't want the press to get wind of it, especially since the reporting about Ginny and Harry has been so intense. I trust you'll keep this to yourself and respect their well-earned privacy?"

Sara nodded, before making for the door. "Happy Christmas, Mr. Weasley."

"Happy Christmas to you as well."

As the door shut, Percy scrutinized the parchment in front of him. He knew it was real since it had an official seal, and it read exactly as it should for a marriage certificate. Ronald Bilius Weasley and Hermione Jean Granger were wed two days ago in Hogsmeade. As Percy recalled, they hadn't been at The Burrow that day to keep planning Ginny's wedding.

He was thankful the Ministry would close for Christmas in a few hours, otherwise news of the marriage would spread like fiendfyre. He needed to get to the bottom of this.

Letting out a sigh, he quickly sent out two interdepartmental memos, hoping to get the truth from the source.

Percy rubbed his temples and waited, staring at the words until his door was flung open without the courtesy of a knock, his tallest, youngest brother loping in.

"Hey Perce, what's so urgent?"

"Have a seat, Ron."

"Percy," Hermione strode into the office a few seconds later, not even looking up from a book in her hand. "Can this wait? I have a proposal I must finish this afternoon."

"Hullo, love." Ron stood up and gave Hermione a quick kiss before they both settled in the chairs facing Percy's mahogany desk.

With a wave of his wand, the door closed and locked. Percy held up the document. "Thank you both for coming. Care to explain this?"

Ron's eyes widened as they flew across the text. "Shit."

"Ron!" Hermione gave her husband a disapproving look before addressing Percy. "It is rather simple, Ron and I decided we wanted to get married, and we did so this past Saturday. Elopements are not exactly rare in your family."

Percy slowly nodded, looking at both of them. "You just went… and got married?"

Ron grinned widely and grabbed Hermione's hand, playing with her fingers. "Yup! Disillusioned the rings and everything."

Hermione was staring at Percy, who was blinking quite rapidly, trying to gauge his reaction. After a moment, he abruptly stood up and walked around the corner of his desk.

"As the eldest Weasley here, and on behalf of my parents, Arthur and Molly, I would formally like to welcome you to the family, Hermione."

Ron snorted, but Hermione stood up and was greeted with a stiff hug from her new brother-in-law.

"Thank you, Percy."

Ron could hardly contain his laughter as he stood up to accept a similar hug from his brother.

"Congratulations, Ronald."

"Thanks, Percival."

"Very funny, you know that's not my name." Percy shook his head, before returning to his chair. "Who else knows about this?"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other sheepishly. "Just the jeweler, the officiant, and you."

"What? Not even Harry?"

"No," Ron interjected, "we wanted to keep it private for a while."

"You might have a bit of a dilemma on your hands then. Your marriage certificate was seen by a clerk in the Department of Records, who brought it to me. I asked her not to say anything, but there's no guarantee she won't. You know how people love to gossip."

"Oh no," Hermione groaned. "If word gets out, it'll reach someone we know, like Harry, Bill, or your dad."

"Precisely." Percy sat back in his chair. "You'll have to tell the family and issue a release soon. I can help keep it contained here since there are only a couple of hours left in the day."

Ron pleaded, "C'mon Perce, if you don't tell the family, I'm sure we can keep it a secret for a bit longer."

"It's not only that, Ron." Percy faltered for a moment before continuing. "When I came back from my estrangement, I promised Mum and Dad that I would be honest with them. I don't like the idea of keeping something this big a secret from them."

Hermione spoke up. "Percy, you're right. That is unfair of us. Besides, as soon as it spreads around, the press will undoubtedly pick it up. Better for us to control the message."

Ron nodded, seeing the strategy. "It would have been nice not to face mum for a bit longer, but you're right. Let's tell them on Christmas Day, since everyone will be in a good mood. Your parents will be there, too."

Hermione nodded and smiled. "Even though this isn't what we'd planned, I can't wait to tell people!"

"Truly, I'm sorry it happened this way," Percy added. "However, it does offer a solution for an issue I was having."

He picked up his wand and waved it at a small wooden box on his desk, before reaching inside.

"I've been worried, Ron, that you were waiting for Harry and Ginny's wedding to be completed to propose to Hermione. Since I know a secret of yours, I'll share one of my own. I'm going to ask for Audrey's hand this summer."

He turned the small ring box in his hand and opened the clamshell, revealing an elegant princess-cut diamond ring with a rose gold band.

Hermione leaned forward eagerly. "It's beautiful, Percy. She'll love it."

"Congrats, brother. We love Audrey."

Percy smiled. "Me, too. I can trust this stays between us?"

"Of course, mate. Hermione, there will finally be another Muggleborn in the family!"

"Finally? I've been in the family for two days and no one even knows."

Ron grinned, "Technically, you've only formally been in the family for about five minutes, right, Perce?"

Percy rolled his eyes. "Congratulations on being stuck with him for the rest of your life, Hermione."

She looked at Ron with love. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

~*~

The Burrow was alive with merrymaking.

The house was packed for Christmas, with the family growing larger each year through marriage and the births of the next generation of Weasley children. It was the largest gathering to date, and magically, everyone fit in the haphazard home and were having a festive time.

While the morning had been dedicated to opening presents and starting the day off with a gigantic breakfast, the time before dinner was a bit of a free-for-all, a combination of snacking, drinks, games, children underfoot, and numerous conversations at varying volumes.

Amid the chaos, Ron and Hermione cuddled together in a corner by the fireplace, having a chat with the Grangers about their upcoming trip to a dental conference across the ocean at a place called Green Bay, in America. According to Mr. Granger's research, the city was home to a famous American football team, but not the kind of football Muggles in England played. Apparently, they threw the ball and ran around with it more than they kicked it, and their supporters wore cheese on their heads. It was all very confusing to Ron.

As the older couple stood up to refresh their drinks, Ron and Hermione quickly began a whispered conversation.

"How do we want to tell everyone, Hermione?"

"I think during dinner might be best. That way everyone will be settled, and we can make the announcement. Hopefully no one is upset."

"I hope no one is. Besides, there's nothing we can do about it now."

"What should we say?"

"I think we should tell them—"

George seemed to notice their suspicious behaviour and called them out in front of everyone, promptly ending their conversation. "Oi! What are you two conspiring over there?"

The commotion quieted the room, everyone's attention now focused solely on them.

"Shit," Ron whispered under his breath. "Are you ready to do it now instead?"

She nodded, and quietly murmured the charm to reveal their rings.

Ron tapped his wand against his half-full mug of Butterbeer, his finger hidden behind the ceramic, before standing up. "Excuse me everyone, I have an announcement to make."

"About time you proposed to the poor woman!" Ginny shouted from across the room, drawing a round of laughter.

Ron glowered at her. "That's not what I was going to say."

Hermione stood up next to him, playing the role perfectly, her hands tucked behind her back. "I'm afraid that Ron and I won't be getting engaged at any time in the future. In fact, we're no longer dating."

The gasp was audible, the families in sheer shock. Lost among the reaction was the undeniable smirk on Percy's face.

Hermione's mum was the first to come to her senses. "Hermione Jean Granger! How can this be true? The two of you love each other! I don't believe this."

"We do love each other, but I'm no longer Hermione Granger. I'm Hermione Granger-Weasley." She beamed and held up her hand, her rings catching the firelight. "Ron and I got married!"

The silence was deafening, until suddenly everyone was screaming or talking or crying. It was so loud that baby Dominique started wailing and Fleur rushed with her out of the room.

They were peppered with questions and congratulations, but the words were lost over the din. A piercing whistle suddenly rang out, thanks to Ginny, which temporarily silenced the room.

"Explain yourselves."

Ron put his arm around Hermione, and she burrowed into his side, their smiles both wide. "I've had her engagement ring for a long time—"

"That's the truth," Harry piped up, a big grin on his face as well.

Ginny smacked him on the arm. "Quiet, I want to hear this."

Ron continued. "All of the wedding planning got us thinking about our future together, and how we had decided to wait. On Saturday morning, we decided we didn't want to wait anymore."

Hermione took up the story. "When I learned that Ron had the ring for four years, it just felt like we needed to do something, and getting engaged wasn't enough."

George voiced what everyone was thinking. "Bloody hell, four years?"

The tips of Ron's ears lit up, and he nodded.

"Wait, so you got engaged on Saturday and then got married when?" Ginny asked.

"Well, as soon as we talked about us getting married and Hermione learned about the ring, she insisted I propose right then and there."

The room was enraptured by their tale, the crackling of the fire the only noise besides the happy couple.

Hermione's tears began to flow, as she looked up adoringly at her husband. "Ginny, he was so sweet. He proposed to me in our flat, but it didn't feel like enough. That's when I had the idea that we should get married. We just wanted to do something simple and become husband and wife."

Ron's eyes were swimming as he looked down at his wife. "We decided to get married in Hogsmeade, since it held memories for us, and was far enough away that we wouldn't run into anyone. We dressed up, bought our rings there, and then met with the officiant."

"The ceremony was beautiful, and we're just so, so happy. But…" Hermione began wringing her hands. "I hope you don't think we were being selfish, but we really wanted this for the two of us. Especially you, mum and dad, I know how disappointed you must be not to attend your only daughter's wedding."

Mrs. Granger was also crying. "I would've loved to help you plan your wedding dear, but I can see how happy you are. Don't you ever scare me like that again, we love Ron and we're thrilled he's part of the family."

Molly had been in a bit of a daze, taking in all the information. "This won't do, this won't do at all."

Hermione shrunk into Ron. Their biggest fear had been disappointing their mothers.

"Mum," Ron started, but she held up her hand, silencing him.

"We can't do the ceremony again, but we can certainly do a reception. Oh, we must celebrate this wonderful news properly and officially welcome Hermione to the family."

Ron risked a quick glance at Percy and grinned, before returning his attention to his mother. "So you're not upset?"

"No, not all. Harry and Ginny's wedding planning has been exhausting, so I'm happy you two decided to do this. No offense, dears."

Ginny looked indignant, but Harry just smiled good-naturedly.

Molly took control of the situation. "Alright everyone, we'll take a few minutes to congratulate Ron and Hermione, and then I'll need everyone to pitch in!"

Ron and Hermione were swarmed by the family, everyone wanting to relay their congratulations to the newly wedded couple.

Molly and Mrs. Granger both smothered Hermione in a big hug, the three women in tears as they celebrated this momentous occasion. Breaking away, the two older women turned to start planning what they could for the impromptu reception. Hermione's now sisters-in-law and partners congregated around her to see the rings and congratulate her.

"I can't believe my brother picked this out, it's gorgeous." Ginny remarked, looking at the engagement ring on Hermione's finger. She suddenly looked up wide-eyed. "We're actually sisters now! Remember when we used to joke about that when we went back to Hogwarts together? Who knew he already had the ring!"

Hermione nodded and pulled her into a hug before Angelina and Audrey examined the rings and wished Hermione the best.

Fleur returned to the parlour with a now calm Dominique, who was half-asleep in her mother's arms.

"Congratulations, Hermione. I ‘ave been waiting for this day since we took care of Ron during the war. I knew he loved you then."

Hermione nodded, the tears coming again as she remembered what they had endured to achieve the bliss they were experiencing.

Ron had been separated from his wife by his brothers, who allowed Arthur to congratulate his son first, removing his glasses to also wipe the tears that had formed from seeing his youngest son so happy.

Up next was Mr. Granger, who offered a hand and pulled Ron into a hug. "Congratulations, son, and welcome to the family. I know how much you love our Hermione, and I wish you both the best."

"Thank you, sir. I love your daughter more than anything."

Mr. Granger's voice was gruff. "I know you do, son."

Ron was mobbed by Bill and Charlie, who ruffled his hair and manhandled him in a way only older brothers could. "Congrats, little brother. Pretty smooth way to avoid the wedding craziness and follow in mum and dad's footsteps."

Percy came up and patted him on the back. "Congratulations again, Ron."

George caught this exchange, his hearing as sharp as ever despite his missing ear. "Wait, what do you mean ‘again', Percy? Did you know about this?"

"I may have."

"What the hell, Ron! You didn't tell me or Harry?"

"We weren't planning to tell anyone, but Percy found out by accident and helped us keep it under wraps for a couple of days. Thanks again, Perce."

Percy nodded, proud that he could help his brother. He got out of the way of Harry, who went to congratulate his best friend.

"I can't believe you two finally did it."

Ron looked apologetic. "Sorry, mate. We really wanted to tell you."

"I get it, Ron. Every detail of my wedding is splashed across the paper and I know better than anyone how nice privacy is. I wish I could've been there, but I was there for almost everything else."

Ron chuckled. "It felt weird for you to not be there to witness it, like you did for our first kiss."

"Ooh, didn't know you lot were so kinky. You like watching, Harry?"

"Shut it, George."

George sniggered and threw an arm around Ron. "Congrats, Ron. I know you and Hermione have been through a lot, and for some reason, she loves your freckly arse. Fred knew it, too. He told me one time during sixth year, when the two of you were organizing the D.A. meetings, that you'd end up together."

Ron suddenly choked up, wishing his missing brother could share in the moment. George must have noticed as well. "Don't worry about it, he'd probably deny being so sentimental if he were here, and just take the mickey."

Ron nodded as he thanked George and made his way back to Hermione, who had just shared a tearful moment with her father.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, and he pulled her close, immediately comforted by her warmth.

"That went surprisingly well, love."

"It did. I'm so relieved that everyone knows. We'll still have to put out a release to the Prophet so that they don't spread rumours, but we can do that in a couple of days."

Molly clapped loudly, getting everyone's attention. "Alright you lot, we have a plan. We're going to get the marquee tent out from Arthur's shed and get that set up. Bill and Charlie, please help your father with that, the dance floor, the chairs, the tables, and the heating charms."

Bill answered. "Right away, mum."

"Percy, Audrey, George, and Angelina, please move all the Christmas décor from the parlour to the tent and set it up so that it looks nice. Fleur will look after the children. Helen, David, Ginny, and Harry, please help me take the food for Christmas dinner from the kitchen to the tent once it's up. Any questions?"

Ron piped up. "Mum, what about us? How can we help?"

"You two stay here and simply enjoy each other's company. This is your day. We'll call you out when we're ready to start."

George screwed up his face. "Enjoy each other's company? Mum, you must want more grandchildren badly."

"Hush, George. Don't be crass. Though I love all my grandchildren and the more the merrier."

The family chuckled and Ron's face turned red as Molly bustled to the kitchen and everyone else got started on their tasks. The group handling the decorations quickly removed everything from the room, leaving Ron and Hermione alone.

They cuddled for about an hour, wrapped up in each other and exchanging kisses every few minutes until Molly called them to come out.

For the second time in a few days, they were greeted with an incredible sight as they entered the yard. The garden had been transformed, the tent lit up with Christmas lights and décor, giving it a cozy, festive feel.

A small dance floor stood to the side, and three tables laden with food sat opposite. The family was seated at the tables, and they watched as the couple joined them.

George stood up, flourishing his wand like a Muggle microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for the newest Mr. and Mrs. Weasley."

"Mrs. Granger-Weasley," Hermione fired back, flashing a smile at her parents as everyone applauded.

"I stand corrected, Mr. and Mrs. Granger-Weasley. Before we eat, and I know this is difficult for you, Ron, we ask that the couple head to the dance floor for the first dance. Watch your toes, Hermione."

To cheers from their loved ones, Ron and Hermione made their way over to the small dance floor. Music drifted in from an unknown source, and soon the two were wrapped up in each other, eyes locked as they swayed to the slow song. Ron leaned down and kissed his bride, drawing more cheers and wolf whistles.

"I love you so much, Ron. This is better than I could have dreamed. We still got to celebrate with our families and get married the way we wanted."

Ron didn't know if she'd ever been prettier, her cheeks glowing under the twinkling lights. "I hope I can make you this happy for the rest of our lives, my wife."

"I want the same, my husband."

They shared another kiss, much to the approval of the crowd. It was their most memorable Christmas ever.

#romione #ron and hermione #ron x hermione #ron weasley #hermione granger

[chvoswxtch]

congratulations on 3k! i’m so happy for you. can i get tickets for speak now (since it’s my fave) with jess or elektra please? any kind of headcanons are appreciated

thank you so much nonnie!!

my brain immediately went to jess and I started thinking about what a lazy day would look like with her so let's talk about it

headcannon below the cut

when jess falls in love (jessica's version)

jess rarely takes a full day off. sure she sleeps in late sometimes, or cuts out early to head to the nearest bar, but since her office is in her living room, it makes it difficult to have a work life balance when your phone is always ringing and people are constantly knocking on your door for help

which I think is partly why she's usually in a bad mood. our girl is exhausted

now jess can't say no to her partner, and they know this, so they devise a little plan

they invite jess over saturday night for a romantic little dinner, and it doesn't take much to talk her into staying the night (it doesn't take any convincing at all actually, jess would rather sleep next to her partner than alone)

the following morning, jess awakes to the alluring aroma of coffee and breakfast, and finds her partner in the kitchen with an excited smile on their face as they set their plan into motion

"get comfy, jones. you and I are having a lazy sunday."

at first jess is confused, but again, she can't say no to her partner. but her partner can see that she's thinking about all the things she has to take care of and determines that jess needs a little push

"jess, you need a day off. a whole day of doing nothing but relaxing. you deserve it, okay? you are not responsible for every person in this city. even though you can do incredible things, you're still human, and you need a break. now sit."

after breakfast, the two snuggle up on the couch for a movie marathon, and jess's partner lets her pick the first movie. although when jess puts on scream, her partner gives her a strange look to which jess comes to her own defense

"it's my comfort movie." "your comfort movie is a slasher?" "shut up, it's a classic. you said I could pick, I picked."

the two spend the day on the couch in their pjs, alternating picks for movies, indulging in various snacks and guilty pleasures, and order a large pizza to split for dinner

jess can't remember the last time she felt so at peace. she was used to everything always being a shitshow, everyone always needing something from her, but all her partner wanted from her was her presence

it made jess feel disgustingly mushy inside, but she found herself looking at her partner instead of the tv and smiling, feeling incredibly lucky to have found someone that genuinely loves her, and cares enough about her to make sure she's taking care of herself

someone to remind her that she's worthy, that she deserves a day off to relax and recharge, that's she's a good person that tries so hard to help people, and overpowers that tiny negative voice in the back of her head with constant words of affirmation

jess feels like she can breathe easier, and even though she isn't a super touchy feely person, she finds herself seeking more of her partner's touch because it makes her feel more at ease

and now that jess has experienced a lazy day with her partner for the first time, she makes it a point to have one together at least once a week if possible, and finds herself looking forward to them like a child looking forward to their birthday

#court's 3k followers celebration #court's 3k friends celebration #the eras tour (court's version) #jessica jones #jessica jones x you #jessica jones x reader #jessica jones request #jessica jones headcannon

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 341. brb x oc

a/n: i love writing dad!rooster (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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-

When she told Rooster about it, he was very excited. He couldn’t help but ask if she planned on wearing those shorts again, with his eyes dropping down her body appreciatively.

 She has to clear her throat, because they were still at Evelyn’s when he does that, “Anyway,” she purses her lips, sitting next to him on the couch, settling Aurora on top of her chest while he holds Gavin, Nicole happily sitting on the floor between her parents, playing with Wiley, “It’ll be next saturday. I can talk to Penny, she’ll let me go by then.”

Rooster's eyes lingered on Beatrice as she settled Aurora on her chest, his playful grin not fading even as she cleared her throat to redirect his attention. "Those shorts were something else, you know," he teased, quietly  "But seriously, I can't wait to see you in action."

Beatrice chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. "You just want an excuse to see me in those shorts again, don't you?"

He winked, his eyes dancing with pure adoration. "Can you blame me? Besides, it's been a while since we've seen you on the court. It's going to be a blast."

“Four years to be exact.” she smiles, “Doesn’t seem that long,damn.”

“You tell me,’ Jake mutters, “I’m still sore from you guys’ beating us– Rooster doesn’t count, he was in the team but he just was busy looking at you.” and Rooster didn’t look guilty at all by that accusation.

“Well, the game made it possible for you to get closer to Ev,Jake…wasn’t all bad,right?” Bea smiles, “You got together and you have little JJ now.”

Rooster chuckled, his arm wrapping around Beatrice as they settled into the cozy living room. "Yeah, Jake, you can thank our game for bringing you and Evelyn together. It was all part of the master plan."

Jake rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, but the smile on his face betrayed his amusement. "Well, I suppose I can forgive the sore muscles then. It all worked out in the end." he looks down at the sleeping baby before Evelyn sits next to him.

“So,” she begins, “We need a schedule because of the kids, all the girls said yes so we’re good.”

“Well,” Bea looks at Rooster, ‘Nikki and the twins nap at 9, then after lunch and then they stay up until dinner time, to fall asleep soon after…so…maybe ten o’clock is good?”

“Ten o’clock is around the time JJ wants to have a snack, so we should try something a bit later.”

Rooster only watched the interaction, flicking his eyes back and forth, then he parted his lips, “You know,we can take care of the kids no problem.” he suggests, seeing that the two women weren’t going to find a fitting timeline, “I mean,I can,I’m sure Jake can handle JJ too.” his friend just nodded in response.

Beatrice pursed her lips, “Roos…well, it’s just…last time you did this it was only Nikki…”

Rooster grinned, remembering the last time he took care of Nikki when she was the only child but hey, he could multitask. "Come on, Bea. I can handle it. They aren’t hard to work with, the twins are still months old and Nikki-." Nicole babbles happily, “Is Nikki. I can do this.”

Beatrice furrowed her brows, then rubbed her neck, “I’d take the offer,Bea.” Evelyn says, “We won’t have time otherwise.”

Beatrice sighed, looking at Rooster with hesitation. "Alright,” she sighs out,”...if you're sure you can handle it. Then alright."

Rooster chuckled, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Trust me, it'll be a piece of cake. We'll have everything under control." he winks, “You’ll see.”

Evelyn smiled, looking from Rooster to Jake, cupping the Texan’s cheek. "Thanks, guys. It means a lot. With the game and all, we really need this time." she says, “You’ll be able to take Bea there too if need be,Rooster?”

"Consider it done," Rooster replied, "It’ll be easy, piece of cake like I said.” he could see in Beatrice’s eyes how much the idea of going back to Northride made her excited…and nervous and honestly he just wanted to help however he could, “You guys will be able to train without worries.”

“Maybe we can try to start around ten-thirty,Ev?”

Jake nodded in agreement. looking at Evelyn for confirmation. "Sounds good to me. JJ usually settles down around ten, after all."

"Hmmm…alright," Evelyn said, "Ten-thirty it is. We can meet at the gym, get some warm-up, later, yeah?"

Beatrice glanced at Rooster, who winked at her again. "Sounds good.” she grins, “And I know it’ll be fun. It always is.” she says, rubbing his knuckles gently before she parts her lips, “Should we carpool together?”

“Carpooling works for me.” Evelyn says “As long Shells isn’t the one driving.”

“Well, then I guess it’s settled in.”

Evelyn chimed in, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Perfect.” she smiles, “Then,” she begins, “I’ll see you saturday.”

-

“Are you sure you can handle it?”

Rooster looks up from his coffee towards Beatrice, sans shirt, wearing only his jeans as he leans on the counter. Damn he’s making it really hard to leave, ‘Yep. The kids will be okay, gorgeous, you’ll be gone for one hour.” he smiles, then lifts his arm, offering his side to her, “C’mere you.”

Beatrice couldn't help but smile as she walked over to him, her fingers grazing the bare skin of his arm as she snuggled into his side. His warmth enveloped her, and his chin was propped on top of her head.

"Are you sure?One hour might feel like an eternity without me around."

Rooster chuckled, his deep voice vibrating through his chest. "Hmmm…as tempting as it is to keep you here with me…I'll survive, gorgeous. Just promise you'll hurry back. I'll be waiting right here for you."

She rolled her eyes with a playful smirk. "Don't get too comfortable without me, big guy."

“Big guy?”

“Well, you are big aren't you?”

His mouth drops as he leans his head back,giving her a look, “...listen here you minx.” and she giggles, walking around him to get her water. She was already wearing the shorts and his face curled in pain “Ugghhh, can Evelyn wait fifteen minutes? At least? You look so fuckin’ good.”

Beatrice laughed, a melodic sound that filled the room. "Roos, you know I can't keep Evelyn waiting. Besides, I'll be back before you know it." She reached for her water bottle, taking a sip before wrapping her arms around his neck. "And you're the one who said one hour is nothing, right?"

Rooster bit his lower lip,cupping her hips, right where the elastic of her shorts dug a little bit deeper on the softer flesh there "Yeah…but fuck gorgeous...."

“If you are nice and handle everything like you plan,” her voice breathy, running her fingers up and down his nape, making him shudder, “I’ll use this outfit again…and not only for the game.”

His pupils enlarge immediately, “Bea.”

“Is that a yes or no Lc?”

Rooster's gaze held a mixture of desire and longing as he absorbed Beatrice's teasing words. He cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure, but the want in his eyes betrayed his thoughts. "Alright, you've got yourself a deal, gorgeous," he replied, his hands tightening on her hips. "But you better make it worth the wait."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his earlobe as she whispered, "Oh, I intend to, Lc." another shudder and a quiet ‘fuuck’ left his lips, “Gotta go!” she pecks his lips twice, “Love you!”

With a playful wink, Beatrice extricated herself from Rooster's embrace and headed towards the door, leaving him momentarily dazed. He just leans back against the counter and rubs his face up and down. He has to focus, so he does, at Jolene who is sitting cutely next to him, her big pittie head tilted as the door closes and he hears Bea’s jeep leaving the driveway.

“...yeah,she’s still messing with me,Jojo.” he chuckles, scratching the dog’s head, he checks the baby monitor app and makes sure the kids are still asleep, which they are, before he moves forward - stepping over a sleeping Jack, the dog barely noticing him moving above him- and looks at the list of things he has to do.

Rooster took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the list of tasks for the babies, mentally organizing his plan of action. The sound of Jolene's content sigh beside him served as a reminder that he wasn't alone in there "Alright, Jojo, let's get this show on the road," he mumbled to the dog, who wagged her tail as if agreeing with him.

His first stop was the nursery, where the twins were still sound asleep in their cribs. Rooster approached with a gentle step, trying not to disturb their slumber. He checked their diapers, ensuring they were dry and comfortable.

They were.

Nice.

Once the twins were content and cooing in their cribs, Rooster moved on to Nicole's room. He opened the door cautiously, expecting to find her still immersed in dreamland. However, he was met with wide awake, curious eyes that greeted him with a bright smile.

Rooster chuckled, scooping her up in his arms. "Well, you are up already huh?” his daughter just blinked, then yawned, stretching her little arms up, “Gotta check the diaper kiddo, c’mere.”

Rooster settled Nicole on the changing table, her tiny fingers reaching for the colorful mobile hanging above. He smiled at her, his fingers expertly undoing the tapes of her diaper. As he worked, he couldn't help but marvel at how much she had grown since her arrival.

"Alright, Nikki," he cooed, "let's make sure you're all clean and comfy." He made quick work of the diaper change, replacing it with a fresh one before planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Nicole giggled, her laughter echoing in the room.

With Nicole content in her freshly changed diaper, Rooster looked down at the list while holding the toddler’s hand as she spun herself back and forth.

1.Check on the Twins

2. Diaper Change for the Twins

3. Prepare Nikki’s bottle

4. Prepare Bottles for the Twins

‘Well, they are still asleep so,” he picks Nicole up with ease, “Let’s prepare your breakfast.” Nicole babbled, touching his mustache and slapping her tiny hand over his lips - like she always did - “Ow, hey,birdie,come on, you are getting heavy handed already.”

Rooster balanced Nicole on his hip, her laughter echoing through the quiet house. With the morning sunlight streaming through the windows, he made his way to the kitchen, mentally ticking off the tasks on the list. Jolene trotted alongside them, her tail wagging with excitement.

In the kitchen, Rooster set Nicole in her high chair, the colorful tray adorned with a variety of toys to keep her entertained. He reached for the ingredients to prepare her breakfast, all the while keeping his phone handy.

As he mixed together oatmeal and mashed bananas, Nicole eagerly kicked her legs, babbling in her own delightful language. Rooster couldn't help but smile at the pure joy radiating from his daughter. “Yep, there’ll be food soon enough,baby girl.” he tastes it for good measure, “There you go.”

While Nicole enjoyed her breakfast, Rooster turned his attention to the next item on the list—preparing bottles for the twins. He knew he had time, but he liked being prepare- he stops, wincing when Eleanor’s deep barks echoed from the living room door, “Jesus,” he hurries over, “Ellie,Ellie,calm down.”

He sees someone out there, a male figure? And he frowns, looking back into the kitchen briefly to make sure Nikki was alright, then exhaling as he opened the door. He didn’t even bother ot put on a shirt.

The person looks up at him and he blinks “...can I help you?”

“...oh uh–” oh he’s one of Marcus’ assistants, “Delivery for you guys, Mr.Beverly wanted you to have it as…uh…fresh out of the oven.”

That was a huge box. ‘Oh,” he grabs it from his hand, “Thank you,I…” he clears his throat, pushing Eleanor back, “Thank you, can you thank him for me?” the kid nods and scurries away,disappearing from his view as he closes the door.

He stares down at the box, honestly, Marcus gave them so much stuff it was crazy. He was an amazing fashion designer but…his favoritism was obvious. But he’d check on that later, now he had to make sure Nikki was okay.

And she was, eating some of the oatmeal with her rubber spoon,looking back at her father as he walks in, “Well, aren’t you a polite little one.” he chuckles, sitting down close to her with his body relaxing, “Soon enough you won’t need my help for anything baby girl.”

Ouch. No, that hurt a lot to think about.

He chews the inside of his cheek, tapping his fingers on the table…he still had a few more days left from his leave, then he’d have the promotion ceremony. Was he nervous?

Yes.

He was.

Rooster focused on his daughter, the laughter and babbling providing a temporary distraction from the thoughts that lingered in the back of his mind. He continued to feed Nicole,the twins, were still asleep, giving Rooster a small window of time to manage the morning routineHe glanced at the clock, calculating how much time he had before the twins would wake up demanding their share of attention.

A little while.

Rooster sighed as he observed Nicole, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips. "Hey there, birdie," he murmured, reaching out to ruffle Nicole's soft hair. "You're growing up too fast, you know that?"

Nicole giggled, her chubby cheeks dimpling as she continued to explore her breakfast. Rooster's mind, however, drifted to the passage of time and the inevitability of change. The realization that his little girl was becoming more independent each day tugged at his heart.

She was outgrowing some of her older clothes, Beatrice saved some and donated others but…Nicole was just so big. He smiles, almost sadly, as he holds his head up with his hand, watching as she feeds herself.

He is proud of her, very proud. As Nicole happily banged her spoon against the high chair tray, Rooster's thoughts shifted to the unexpected delivery from Marcus. The large box sat in the corner of the kitchen, a big black package that Jack lazily sniffed.

Curiosity piqued, Rooster decided to investigate the contents of the box after ensuring Nicole was content and full. He gently scooped her up, cradling her against his chest. 

 Rooster approached the box. With a practiced motion, he pulled the ribbon that kept it closed, open. And then handed it to Nicole just so she could play with it as he looked down at it.Stylish outfits for the kids to luxurious items for Beatrice, and himself Marcus had spared no expense.

He then noticed something in the corner, something…paper? A calendar? He tilted his head, digging his hand deeper and pulling it out…it was their photoshoot. They finally got the pictures - honestly he almost forgot about it.

He looked down at it then gasped.

“Oh I gotta tell Bea.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

[safetycar-restart]

Yes to more watersports!!! Although I don't know much about Marcus, otherwise I would fulfill your wishes :(( but that Max gifset made me think a lot...

We know that Max spends a lot of his free time in the sim, or at least playing something (it seems to be his hyper fixation) and it makes him very happy! But you know that Max tends to focus too much during sessions and forgets to take care of himself

Max loves it when you come over every once in a while and ask him if he's okay, if he wants to go to the bathroom or if he's thirsty, then hand him a drink with a straw and stroke his hair while he drinks. It's the perfect way to spend a lazy Saturday (well, aside from sex), because he knows you can take care of him and he doesn't have to worry

But Max is also stubborn, and often he will tell you that he doesn't need to go just to continue in the sim, but he doesn't refuse the drinks you give him. Most of the time you realize and then remind him he has to pee. But sometimes you have to get close and put your hand firmly on his bladder, reminding Mac that he has to be a good boy and go to the bathroom. Works like a charm

There are times when you're not in the room with him, probably busy working, and when Max feels like he's about to burst he runs to you and just begs you, he can't even explain what he wants, but you just see him squirming in the door and know what he wants

You quickly take him to the bathroom, and he is shaking so much and trying to press his legs together so you have to help him out of his pants (by unbuttoning his jeans or pulling down his sweatpants/shorts) because Maxy is too desperate, and it's a matter of time!! ! You have to hold his dick in your hand because the poor boy can't, he needs you to take control. As soon as you touch him you have to aim correctly, because Max starts to leak when he feels your hand, but you also have to give him permission to let go !!! Max just wants to obey even when he is this desperate

-🌻

OH MY GOD YES!!! Have we ever even talked about watersports with max? If we have, then it was definitely a while ago. Anyway, this is amazing and I love it.

Firstly, nothing makes max feel as loved as when you come in and look after him like that? He’s had so many partners who try to limit his time on the sim, making him feel terrible and accusing him of not caring about them because of how much time he spends on the sim.

And make no mistake, you make it clear that you don’t think max should be spending an unhealthy amount of time on the sim. He needs to take breaks and look after himself and spend time with the people he cares about, but you’d never suggest he doesn’t care about you or doesn’t want to be with you.

And you’ve discovered that the best way is to support max while he’s on the sim. He won’t get off the sim to grab water, so you’ll bring him some water to drink and some snacks, asking him if he’s stretched, if he needs anything.

Sometimes he honestly just wants company? You sit on an chair next to him and just chat while he races.

Anyway, watersports!!!

He drinks much more water on the sim with you there than he’s never done before, because you’re always refilling his drink. There’s nothing that makes him feel loved more than when you hold the glass to his lips, your other hand on his hair as he drinks it all and then listening to your praise after he finishes it.

All of this means that obviously his bladder will fill quicker than before, but he’s not willing to take more bathroom breaks than usual.

The first time you tell him to go to the bathroom, he goes without asking you anything. Just instantly putting the sim off and going, like you had somehow given him permission to go. He doesn’t second guess you, knows you wouldn’t tell him to go if it wasn’t important. He puts his own needs aside and just listens to you.

But sometimes you don’t always tell him in time, because you have your own things to do.

You used to feel bad when you realise he’s desperate, but now you know he loves it. He loves struggling to hold it as he races, loves having to push through a race simulation before he can go to the bathroom.

But he realises he doesn’t like it as much without your permission, which is how he ends up standing besides your office, holding himself trying not to spill all over the floor, begging for help.

You take him to the bathroom quickly, and he can’t get his hands to stop shaking. You don’t even think about it, just undo his sweats and take his cock out for him.

He tells you later that it was the best part, that he loved relaxing into your arms and letting go without worrying at all, that he’d like you to do that more.

Sim racing actually becomes submission soon? When he gets on the sim, he does nothing but race. You control everything else, when he eats, when he drinks, when he uses the bathroom, when he stretches, everything and you do it all for him. You hold the glass to his lips, walk him to the bathroom and hold his cock while he pees, bring the fork to his mouth, etc.

He loves it. So much.

Sometimes you wait till he’s desperate, until there’s a wet patch on his sweats while other times you’ll take him twice in one hour. He loves the fact that he has no idea when you’ll do it, when you’ll be back.

#sub!max #mv #nsfw. #gn!reader #💧💧 #🌻

[rayshippouuchiha]

So, this is a complaint about my parents, i have health issues, I also have an essay due in 4 days, I've been working on the essay since saturday but on sunday i had a bad health day so I couldn't work on it, my mother has been largely helpful but has repeatedly mentioned I should've started earlier/"shouldn't do this to myself again" over the course of the last three days. Today just now I snapped, saying that I had a different essay to work on 2 weeks ago was met with 'well dad was telling you you needed to start all last week' I explained that I finished the last essay on sunday, and the next day my dad was immediately pressuring me about the next one, I didn't have a class with the guy in charge of the essay until wednesday and he's slow to come back by email so even if I'd emailed him on monday i would still have probably had to wait to get the recommended reading for the essay on wednesday, I didn't have my library card with me on wednesday due to accidentally leaving it behind, struggled to get the sources for the essay on thursday only getting three from the library, but on friday I went to three different libraries and couldn't get them. Thus started studying and working on the essay in earnest on Saturday when I found the remaining two online thanks to the power or piracy. Granted there are definitely moments I could've been working already on the essay. But I literally didn't have all the sources until Saturday, didn't have what sources I needed until wednesday, couldn't look for them on wednesday after getting my library card/college ID due to a family thing so really at best 2 or 3 days in the difference.

My parents of course do not care about any of this and in their opinion were just trying to say it to me while I am insane and quote acting more aggrieved than a population that's had war crimes committed to it.

This is patently unfair! The fucking 'you know your healths like this so you need to be better organised' shit is constant whether or not I have assignments due, but the fact that they just would not miss an opportunity to repeatedly blame me for the pressure I'm under with this essay in particular is the whole reason I lost my temper. Like yes, absolutely I could've emailed regarding the recommended sources for the second essay two weeks ago while working on the former one, but I was under pressure over the first essay then and I didn't think of it, yes I could've started reading the sources I did have this week earlier, but I was focused on getting the other ones because this essay literally requires at least 5 of the recommended reading sources so I was anxious about it. It might be my fault but repeatedly criticising me over it and then acting like I'm bullying them when they gang up to tell me not to act like the victim over my mother repeatedly doing this little dig about starting sooner next time, fucking any chance she gets. (it might come from a place of concern but it doesn't make it easier to deal with when I'm trying to work) Gah

Oh darling. Take a moment, take a deep breath, just give yourself a second to decompress. It sounds to me like you've done the best you could with what you had access to under the circumstances.

As for your parents? Even if your parents are normally supportive that doesn't make them perfect and that doesn't mean you can't be hurt by/frustrated with them.

It's a common trap for even the most supportive people to fall into the mindset of "you can just plan/schedule/organize around your illness" despite that not always being possible.

Things happen, emergencies crop up, you can't force other people to operate on your own schedule, sometimes feeling/being overwhelmed just halts you in your tracks, etc etc.

I'm sorry that you're having these issues with them and while I always advocate open communication if it's safe I do know that sometimes it's not an option/doesn't work.

Just, take a few hours, take a warm shower or eat a snack, something that helps you unwind, and give yourself that moment to reset.

If you're feeling up to it maybe see if you can reach out to your teachers to get a list of essays/resources you might be coming up against in the future way ahead of time so you have more time to get your materials together.

If that's not an option then just keep doing what you're doing, try your best, and know that what matters is that you're still pushing forward.

#RayRambles

[poupeesdecirque]

Travel Blog - Lübeck & Travemünde (15.-17. December 2023)

Last little weekend vacation before the holidays. It was mainly a trip to attend the last concert for the year and we went on the plenty of christmas markets in Lübeck and briefly visited Travemünde on our way back on sunday.

Mainly some cozy traveling, some rants, lots of foods and impressions here.

Friday - 15. December

After avoiding the demonstration of the farmers against the newest political discourse we arrived in Lübeck, Mom had another figth with the navigation system as she was like "I knew the place" but in the end I basically had to tell her to FORGET what she think she knows and just trust me as navigator. We eventually arrived at our hotel.

In before I had a bit of a trouble with the booking process... we had booked another hotel but the service contacted me in June that we can't go there we had to change the hotel. It was a back and forth with the customer service as the callcenter agents can't access the e-mail customer service and vice versa and both sides tried to contact me and told me over and over again I have to change everything. As stuff was settled the old hotel contacted me a month later that I HAVE TO CHANGE THE HOTEL. It was super stressfull.

Well as we arrived Mom went in to check in as my anxious ass hates that and I needed to calm down after the little discourse about the route. Then she came and said "They don't accept me you have to as you booked the hotel", fine. We were able to check in but then... Mom's card was declined. First I thought it was just because it's her EC and not her CC. ... her EC got declined. Because she thought it was smart to keep her invalid one while she got a newer one (AND ALREADY USED THAT) and ... in the end I had to pay for the super expensive hotel she wanted as the old one got canceled OTL what a way to start the weekend. She luckily transfered me the money back but being her piggy bank for cash the whole weekend truly got on my nerves.

Anyways I needed comfort food, we headed out to Café Niederegger and enjoyed some cake, shopped a bit at their store and then went to the christmas markets.

Lübeck has several markets and while I am not a christmas person I somehow love the markets there, they have a certain vibe. The main market is in the historical centre, then you have a medieval themed one, some booths around the shopping district, a fairytale themed one, international, little elf houses, a martime one and one at the harbour along some more.

We also went to a few stores as I wanted to get some ornaments for my christmas tree as I want to decorate it rather traditional this time with more natural material, candy and just things that have a memorial value for me.

And I finally got my crepe filled with Kinderschokolade and the waffle as plate, I love that idea still. Here you can see the tiny elf village and the ferris wheel of the maritime market. Last year I took photos with Allen here but I decided against bringing Red along this day as I was quite done and didn't want to stress myself with doll photos.

We had dinner at a burger place (I had one with oat based patty, fig chutney and walnuts), we decided to have dinner at a restaurant for friday and then just snack on stuff the next one. It was quite dark as we went back. Oh and I had a chocolate covered apple for dessert as I somehow wanted something fresh but that was .. as fresh as it got. You can see my little haul from that day on the last photo.

Saturday - 16. December

The day started early for me, I'm an early bird. I went out for photos with Red, but was a bit miffed as this year they turned off the lights in the morning, the last years they still had them on for quite a while. I took a little walk with Red but the lightning was really awful... and I lost the reflector, went back the whole way, and back again and then finally found it.

I have to say Mom is truly not trying to compromise with some things, I was super hangry as she finally got up (I was awake for over 3 hours by then and usually I have breakfast 1 1/2 hours after I get up the LATEST), and pissed at the world and the overpriced buffet but it was food at least.

We then headed out again but the markets were still closed, we took a turn through the city to check some of the smaller streets and met a man who told us a bit about the street he lives in.

We went on a little shopping spree but the stores were badly ventilated I felt the overstimulation coming with a terrible headache, as Mom wanted to go into H&M I just told her 'nope' and waited outside.

Funny enough she said the store was super horrible and we continued to sightsee the other markets like the fairytale themed one and the handcrafter market (that one was inside a church and you had to pay a small fee), the stuff there was amazing but also super expensive, we didn't buy anything there but it was interesting to see.

Weirdly I still had a super hard headache going on .... until I noticed it was 12 already my body was like "hey gimme food", I'm so into my eating routine its horrible. Anyways I got a Baumstriezel with nuts, which resulted in Mom not wanting any as she was like "I want cinnamon&sugar!" but my brain was like "NUTS"... way to keep her off my food, lol.

As told in before Saturday was to be snack day and we had a lot of snacks while going back and forth the markets, we visited some other Marzipan stores and had some relax time at the hotel before fetching more food. And I got new tree ornaments at the tourists information store and my first ever Cinnamonroll! It was a gingerbread one and I am not sure if I like them, maybe a normal cinnamon roll will more my thing but I have to say it was .. too much cinnamon in the centre for me.

After cooling down a bit we got dinner-ish which was .. a lot. But as we walked around almost the whole day I felt I needed just more. And I got more, a flammkuchen (the toppings weren't much, so little mushrooms T_T), Mutzen (a fried pastry) and a falafel wrap. Back to the hotel we went for sitting down a bit before heading out for the concert.

To our surprise we ... walked into the christmas farmer's parade. It's not a usual thing here, and I researched it they do this for the children in the hospitals in Lübeck, to bring them something joyful during this time, I think that's really cute.

For the concert I can tell it was a blast, I had a super nice talk with some of the regulars there and the whole band was so thankful for everyone being there, it was like coming home. I just adore this band and I am glad I already have two tickets to see them next year again :)

I will post more pics from the concert in a seperate entry later on!

Sunday 17 December

Sunday started early for me as well, but as I had little sleep after the concert and my left ear being half deaf I was really done for. Mom decided to sleep even longer, she had promised me to get to breakfast earlier but... it didn't happen. I went on a little walk to let the time pass and she was still asleep as I got back ... sigh. Took the time and took some pics of the stuff I bought the day prior.

I was quite pissed and even was miffed at everything in the hotel at this point, don't mess with me when I lack sleep and am hungry.

As we checked out we went to Travemünde where I took some photos with Nachti & Red.

Then we went onto the small christmas market there. It truly is just a small one but cute anways. Lunch was at the Café Niederegger where I had waffles and ice cream, I bought some more smoll things to bring with me for christmas and then we headed home. The drive back home was long but no happenings this time, that was .. nice for a change.

After dinner (I had Udon soup, noms) and unpacking a bit we went to see our local christmas parade. The parade was more a demonstration against... yep, the current political discourse. The whole thing was created during the pandemic to bring some light into the dark while everything was cancelled but now it all has a different meaning. The kids in the village enjoyed it though.

For me the trip was overall positive but I got an ear infection from not wearing a beanie on saturday (that's why my ear acted up) and I needed some time to regain. I'm working through my todolist but am trying to not to do everything at once. There is a lot I have to edit and put into the queue still, but I aim to have it all done soon that I can start on new things.

#travel blog #lübeck #travemünde #christmas market #concert #photography #baltic sea

[landboundstar]

Trade Secrets Part 3

Part 3 of my Batman fanfic. Change of narrator for the next couple parts. A little bit of a time jump, but Bruce, Zatanna, Harvey, and Selina are around 6 or 7.

Trade Secrets

Part 3

I walked into the hospital waiting room and sat with a bottle of water, waiting for Dad to finish talking to one of the donors who had been at the show upstairs in the pediatric unit. 

Bruce looked up from the notebook he was writing in, a math textbook open by his elbow. His face lit up in a smile, and he ran over, wrapping me in a hug.

"What's this?  Worried you're going to forget math?" I couldn't help teasing my friend who remembered everything.

"No, but I do need to turn in my homework on Monday. Is everything okay?" Bruce grabbed my shoulder, looking at me, and I batted at his hand.

"Everything's fine. We had a show in the pediatric ward. One of the donors was up there and stopped Dad after the show. Why are you here?"

"Dad has rounds today."

The door opened and both Dr. Wayne and Dad walked in.

"Do you have the rest of the day free, Gio?"

"I just had the charity show at the hospital on my schedule today."

An hour later, we were having lunch with the Waynes.

"Can I be excused?" I asked.

My dad, midconversation, waved that it was okay. And Bruce and I raced out the side door to the garden.

I was sitting on a rock, watching Bruce hanging upside down by his knees after climbing a tree, when Rachel poked her head out the door. 

"Selina just showed up. I'll tell her you are out here."

"Aren't you going to come out too?" I called back in.

Rachel smiled. "I have piano practice first, but I'll be out after. Don't worry, I'll bring snacks."

Bruce reached up, and flipped himself upright onto the branch with a frown.

"That can't be right. She had dance lessons today."

But Selina ran out the door and hugged both of us seconds later. 

"You had dance lessons." Bruce accused. "You told me you had dance lessons on Saturday." 

Selina grabbed a different tree branch and pulled herself up so that she was sitting on it like a seat.

"I skipped them." Selina smiled down. "Mom decided I should take dance lessons to be a graceful young lady."

I did not know English had a way of pronouncing an eye roll, but you could hear it in Selina's voice.

"I don't think you need any help being graceful." Bruce told her. I had to bite back a laugh because it was true. I could not picture anyone who was more graceful than Selina.

Inside, slow hesitant notes on the piano started to form into a more familiar melody.

Selina tilted her head. "Rachel is doing better. Ode to Joy, right?"

Bruce nodded. "It is now - recognizable." 

Having been visiting with some of Rachel's earlier attempts at the song, I had to agree. Recognizable was a vast improvement from her earlier attempts.

A clanging sound interrupted that thought and I looked up, but could not see anything from my seat on the rock. 

Bruce could see something though.

"Harvey!"

Running over to the side gate by the road, Bruce unlocked it and let his friend in.

"I was going for a walk and saw everyone outside."

Bruce shut the gate, locking it so that it looked like every other piece of wrought iron fence surrounding the Wayne family's garden.

"Good to see you again, Zatanna." Harvey tilted his head at Selina. "I thought you had something today."

"Dance lessons. I didn't feel like dancing."

"But if you were supposed to -",

"Well, if Bruce and you think it is so important, why don't you two dance?"

"What?" 

Selina jumped down and started pacing. "My mother thinks I should learn how to dance to be graceful and make connections as I get older. Your parents go to the same parties my parents do, so why don't you have to learn the same thing?"

"Because I already know how to waltz." Bruce said. "My parents taught me last year."

"Really?" Harvey sounded surprised.

Bruce let out a sigh, but he looked a little hurt. "Why do you think Selina knows how to dance and I don't?"

Then he held out his hand and Harvey moved forward, like for a handshake. 

Instead, Bruce took his head, placing Harvey's hand on his shoulder instead. Then, he put his other hand on Harvey's back.

"You see, when I step back, you step forward."

Notes continued to move from the piano. I thought with a little practice, it might be the Blue Danube, but it had the rhythm of a waltz. Sometimes.

Bruce guided Harvey into a step to the side, then he stepped forward.

And Harvey didn't step back.

Bruce frowned, tapping his friend's shoulder. "No. This time, I step forward and you step back. That's how you waltz."

Harvey blushed, the red creeping all the way up his cheeks. 

Bruce tried to reassure him. "Look, if you need a break, that's fine."

Harvey shook his head. "No, I can do this. So, who moves forward next?"

They manage three shaky waltz turns before the door opened, the faltering piano notes continuing, as a tray came down on the table.

"I see that I'll need to get another glass and some more cookies."

Harvey stepped away from Bruce, still blushing.

Bruce just smiled at Alfred. "Thank you. I should get a drink. Teaching Harvey how to waltz is not as easy as my mother made it look when she taught me."

"It is a skill that comes with practice."

Harvey moved over to the table, looking relieved, probably thinking Bruce would forget about dancing after the snack.

But, even though I might not spend as much time with the three of them, I figured Selina and Harvey knew Bruce could be stubborn, especially when he was trying to make a point.

And Bruce never forgot anything.

#batman #au fic #zatanna #harvey dent #bruce wayne #selina kyle #Living wayne parents

[postwarlevi]

Walk Me Home

content: 1261 words of unedited friends to ? with Jean. I hope it makes some sort of sense.

an- This was very sudden and I didn't mean to write this. Oops. Also I totally associate this song with best friend Jean. Might not quite go but in my head it does!

Hanging out with your best friend on Saturday night like always, waiting for your other friends to head over after their day together, you lay on his bed staring at the ceiling.

"Hey, do you want some..." His voice trails off when he comes back from the kitchen seeing what snacks are available. "You okay?"

It's obvious you're a bit distracted. Even if your eyes weren't a little empty and you didn't hear him coming, he would know something is up.

"Is there something wrong with me?" You ask, eyes still watching the ceiling fan.

Jean isn't sure what you're talking about, but knows the answer. "What? Of course not." He comes and sits down next to you.

"Then why can't...I mean, why aren't I with someone?" Everyone has been pairing off and though you have your friend group, dates for you are far and few between.

Is it you? Is it them? You don't necessarily seek anyone out or go looking for a relationship. But shouldn't one find you? A good one? Not the stupid flings you had in high school that usually left you crying on Jeans shoulder.

You're getting older now. It's your second year of college and it's been months since anyone has even looked your way it seems.

Jean clears his throat, interrupting your thoughts.

You finally look over and see he's trying to move closer. Once you scoot further in he lays down next to you.

It's not unusual. You've shared a bed before, whether just hanging out watching a movie or spending the night, because it was the most comfortable option for both of you.

"You don't need anyone, you know." He tells you, looking into your eyes.

There is nothing wrong with you. You are so much better than any of the idiots who you thought were worth your time. It breaks Jeans heart you don't know this.

"You have to say that. You're my best friend." Even so, you're grateful. You reach over and move his hair back.

But no, there's another thing you don't know. It's more than being friends. And that you need to learn to love yourself first. You have to realize you're worth so much more then the tears they made you cry.

"Even so, it's true." He takes your hand and squeezes. "There's nothing wrong with you."

He feels there's something wrong with him though. Pining after you and not being able to say it. Telling you that you don't need anyone when he wants it to be him.

You lean in and rest your head and hand on his chest. Maybe he's right, and in a way, so are you. You keep waiting to find someone that makes you feel as safe and happy as you are right now.

"I guess you're right, cause that would mean something is wrong with you." You say in a jestful manner, tilting your head up to look at him.

"And we know that can't be true." His false confidence comes into play quickly. He pinches your nose lightly making you laugh and shake him off.

It's true Jean hasn't dated much either. But that's because at some point, he realized it's because he already found his person.

"I just, don't feel wanted." You know you are, by your friends. But platonic love doesn't seem like enough. There's supposed to be more. Why haven't you found it?

"You are, I promise." He puts his arms around you as you settle in again. This feels so natural. Why can't you help him and just see it? Can't you feel it? You know he terrible in romantic situations. But you don't know it's because he can't stop thinking about you.

Screwing it up with any of them is one thing. But he couldn't stand himself if he lost you. So he'll settle for these type of moments. It will sustain him for now. And he hopes that if he never tells you the truth and you never figure it out, that he can somehow move past not having them anymore.

"Hey jerks!" You both jump when your friends Connie and Sasha come in, barging in on your moment. They've seen you have many and don't think much of it. Except wondering when you two are finally going to figure it out. You jokingly make fun of their IQ all the time but there's something they both know that you both seem to keep missing.

The four of you get set up playing video games and watching movies and blowing up the air mattress so none of you sleep on the floor. You go through snacks and laugh at the movies and each other for hours before calling it a night.

Connie and Jean let you and Sasha have the bed, and you sleep on Jeans side, with the air mattress next to you. At this point you feel his bed is more comfortable than your own, and you know the indents by heart from where he always sleeps on his back.

Being a side sleeper yourself, you give a yawn and look at the clock, thinking no doubt you're the only one not sleeping.

Checking in you look down and see Jean in his usual sleeping position, head slanted slightly in your direction. You smile to yourself and hold back reaching out to him.

What would you do without all of them, without him? You don't want to find out. If it was just you together like this forever, you could be happy.

Sleep still won't come, and the more you think, the more you wonder if you could make Jean happy, not just like this, but how you've been wanting for yourself. There's a reason you feel good with him, right? He knows everything about you, and still wants you. He makes you feel safe, and he-

"Hey, you okay?" Jeans voice is there again. You blink out of your head and realize he's awake too now, sitting up and reaching out to you like you had thought of before.

His thumb caresses your cheek as he waits. He caught you staring and is concerned.

"Yes, thank you. I just..." What do you say? "Wish you were up here." Wish he was closer than arms length.

"You wanna come down here? Want me to kick Connie off?" He whispers. He would do it too.

You silently giggle. "No, don't." You lean closer to the edge and dangle your hand over the side of the bed.

Jean lays back down, and finds your hand that hovers just above the mattress. It's a little awkward position, but you both wouldn't have it any other way, unless you were next to each other.

"You make me happy." You tell him quietly. You don't need anyone else. You know why it doesn't work out with anyone else. You don't want it to.

"You make me happy, too. More than anyone." Do you hear it in his voice? That it isn't just friendship, that he always wants to make you happy?

You think maybe you do, but also think maybe it's just in your head. There's no way you've both been missing it this whole time, right?

All you know, is that after a few more hand squeezes and shared soft looks, finally you are able to get some sleep.

Thankfully you and Jean have moved much closer to making Connie and Sasha stop trying to hint to you both.

After all, who to make you happier or love you more than your best friend?

an- Originally supposed to end with it being more uncertain of readers feelings but I couldn't stop myself!

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[stumblngrumbl]

installed the last* gate

ages ago after i tore out a huge blackberry bramble (it was about 10' high, 20' deep and 70' across; yes it made yummy blackberries but the thing is a bramble is only alive on the outside, inside it's ready to burn being dry canes and you can't get the fruit on the top of it) i installed the red gate that i found in an old junk pile that way predates us being here so that i could get to the other side of the fence (and pull resurgent blackberries, you never get it all)

the old fence that was there before the new fence was about a foot shorter than the mesh part of this fence, and all sorts of creatures just hopped right over it en route to snacking on chickens or orchard trees; the new fence keeps deer out (it's tall enough and our deer are too lazy to jump higher) and there's one line of "hot wire" (electric) that will zap climbers (it stings but won't kill, thankfully or i wouldn't be here from multiple shocks including recently when i forgot about it)

so i made these gates to more or less match the pattern of the fence, and when we refenced the whole* land i put in the occasional gate because it's a pain to have to go a long ways to get to the other side of the fence for whatever reason (in the past: when a chicken has flown up into a tree and decided being on the other side of the fence was a cool thing to do and then regretted that decision, not remembering the path it took to get there)

the red gate not only had the wrong aesthetic but it wasn't tall enough. when i re-ran the fence, the top three wires went across uninterrupted; if you look closely you'll see that the metal posts next to the gate have been extended by a foot as they were originally chosen for the short gate and earlier this year i extended them; saturday i chopped the top wires and terminated them at either side of the gate and then swapped the gates.

*: i lie - the fence around the land is only about 98% replaced; there's still a bit on either side of the gate at the end of the driveway that needs to be swapped out, and that gate itself is going to get replaced, and moved, as it's (a) ugly (b) too short and so things once again can hop over it though they usually don't and finally (c) in a stupid place and so i'm going to build a new gate for that, plus a smaller gate that will go to the side for people to easily pass through at the front

#diy #fence gates #custom #still have to figure out how to put electric on these gate for right now the electric passes by the gate with an insulated line that goes #under the ground under the gate #the gate is held shut with a rubberized chain and a carabiner because we don't actually lock anything and who wants to be on the wrong #side of the gate without a key or with a shitty combo lock that rusted shut #besides the deer can't open carabiners #country life #it's suddenly dry here #it's going to be 35C/95F later this week supposedly i'm going to dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[waitinguntilnovember]

a non-romanticized day in the life of a jobless artist/writer high school student

12pm: around this time, I was able to wake up. I have very bad insomnia, which does not mix well with going to school at 8am, but thankfully yesterday was a Saturday, so I could sleep in.

12:30-1pm: I made myself a coffee with almond milk and plant-based creamer and no breakfast because I find it very hard to eat when I wake up. Because all of my mugs ran out (thanks, mom, for stealing my favorite one) I had to use a short glass cup. I have an easily sick stomach and I'm lactose intolerant but honestly, I still have cookies and milk at 3am when I'm writing. Screw my nausea.

1-7pm: I spend my daylight rotting in bed, doing god knows what. One minute I'm watching a nice cozy art vlog looking for inspiration and the next I'm upstairs making cereal as my only meal of the day and then going back into my cave. There will be short 5-minute intervals between where I'll take snacks or socialize with my family, but I always make it back to my room, stuck to my laptop. I might sneak in a quick one-line poem I thought of and frantically look for a pencil to write it in my notebook. I might think of a random idea for a book or painting. These hours are spent doing absolutely nothing but simultaneously everything at the same time.

7-11pm: painting is my #1 healthy outlet besides writing. I try to paint almost every free day I have to calm myself down when things get rough mentally. Yesterday, I painted a branch with flowers on a small canvas. It wasn't much, but I like it anyway. With insomnia, it's like everything is obscured or blurry, so having these things to keep me on track is very nice.

11pm-around 5:30ish am: at later hours, I write. I spent as much time as I possibly could writing. I find my mind is much more active, or creative, in this time period. Most of the time when I say I'm going to write, I end up editing and revising previous paragraphs. It's a habit I need to work on. What I'm working on right now is a short novel that is told through therapy sessions, where the main character is spiraling slowly with each chapter and has a very warped view of life. A lot of the experiences the main character has come from my own. I'm figuring out a few rough details but I have the plot completed as well as the precise timeline and writing technique I'm going for. If I do end up publishing this, I don't want to put spoilers on Tumblr, so don't expect much out of me relating to this subject.

About 6am: I finally start to feel tired after staring at my ceiling for about 20 or 30 minutes. It takes a bit longer to actually fall asleep after this.

Today, at around 12pm again: I woke up and did the same 12-1pm routine. After, I spent about 30 minutes rereading and only slightly editing my writing from the night before.

.・。.・゜✭・.

Everybody goes through hard points in their life where romanticizing can't make it better. Right now, I'm struggling a lot with my personal health and it's affecting my life and making my mental health so much worse. The passing of midterms this last week has been a great help with my gentle recovery this weekend, as I've finally been able to rest, but I still find even in my relaxed, comfortable state I manage to be stressed out.

And that's able to be dealt with.

I know that most people crumbled under their own pressure like I am with mine, and they made it out. I believe once the season changes and the school depression passes along, I can have my healthier version of this lifestyle back. I will be able to eat meals during the day and go out with my friends without coming home drained. But, unfortunately, all of this takes time.

Do not expect your change to come the moment you set your mind to it.

It's a gradual change. In your sleeping schedule, your moods, your eating habits, everything-- it can't be achieved in one day. If you want to see results, you will have to work and wait for them.

I know there will be moments when it gets even harder, and you feel like you almost need to be sad to feel something, but please trust me when I say that is not the answer. You can experience something other than that zombie-like blankness you feel every day.

Please realize it takes time to feel it, though. And do not give that up if you think it won't work.

.・。.・゜✭・.

Remember that my inbox is always open if you need someone to talk to. I'm a stranger over the internet, I'm faceless, I will tell nobody, not a soul. I promise you that you will always have someone to talk to after seeing this post. Do not think otherwise ever again.

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