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hcs about your married life with abby pls 🙇🏽‍♀️

wife abby headcanons pt.1

part 2 part 3

౨ৎ she’s an early bird and is almost always up at 6 am.

౨ৎ starts her morning off with cuddling you and then she’s off to the gym.

౨ৎ you wake up to an empty bed most mornings which usually you rant to her about.

౨ৎ your breakfast is usually simple, overnight oats and fruit, which she bullies you for.

౨ৎ she on the other hand insists on eating a high protein breakfast, for “gains”.

౨ৎ she’s a certified gym rat, which you find super hot.

౨ৎ when you’re really horny she takes pre-workout to make sure her stamina is up for you.

౨ৎ this usually leaves you saddle sore and aching for the next two days

౨ৎ she gets off on your overly domestic nature, especially when you take care of her.

౨ৎ if she’s got a cold or a throat infection you always pamper her and insist on feeding her soups and tea.

౨ৎ most weekends are spent lounging around the house as she’s not a very social person, neither are you.

౨ৎ some weekends are also spent at her father, Jerry’s place.

౨ৎ the three of you make dinners, play board games and he loves breaking out the photo album to embarrass her.

౨ৎ she earns a lot (she’s a doctor) so she’s always spoiling you.

౨ৎ loves to wine and dine you, especially when you both have time off work.

౨ৎ she can only cook staple meals, so she’s always impressed by the food you make for her.

౨ৎ she tends to overwork herself and usually comes back home tired.

౨ৎ despite the fact that she comes home exhausted she still insists on pleasing you.

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“Abs we shouldn’t, you just got off a 12 hour shift, you need to rest.” You press your wife but she’s ignoring you and pulling you into her.

“Doesn’t matter baby, I’m perfectly fine. Need to please my wife, you know what they say.” Both her hands are griping your thighs and pulling you towards the end of the bed.

“What do they say?” You question, accepting defeat, and allowing her to manhandle you.

“Happy wife, happy life.” In one quick motion, she’s tugged your pyjama shorts, along with your underwear off.

“What if you fall asleep mid eating pussy and I crush you to death?”

“Trust me baby, death by your pussy would probably be the best way for me to die.”

You tried scooching up toward the pillows , but Abby’s hands had a tight grip on your thighs. She wasn't going to let you get away. You were all the way at the end of bed now with her head in between your legs. She was tasting every bit of you, nibbling and marking you up. Your hands made their way to her hair, grabbing handfuls as her tongue swiped over your clit. All feelings of exhaustion from her taxing 12 hour shift were thrown out the window once she got to taste you, and you were fucking enjoying it.

You gasped. "Mmm...Abs..." Abby was loving every minute as she lapped you up. She pulled you closer, practically burying her face in your pussy. Your moans only added fuel to the fire burning inside of her. She was sucking your clit now and you could hear how wet you were for her. As she worked your cunt, two of her fingers were deep inside of you, fucking you for all you were worth and drawing a whimper from your throat. She was so fucking enthusiastic about eating your pussy and damn good at it too.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet." She panted, her breath like fire against your skin. "Gonna make you cum for me."

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౨ৎ The two of you love watching tv shows together, though she has a habit of not paying attention.

౨ৎ You’ll be well into a show and she’ll be wondering where a certain character went, when they got killed off like 5 episodes ago.

౨ৎ Falls asleep in your lap while you’re watching movies and shows because the poor thing works so hard.

౨ৎ Your name in her phone is ‘wifey’

౨ৎ Once again, she loves to spoil you, against your will of-course.

౨ৎ Buys you things if you look at them for even a second too long.

౨ৎ Her anniversary presents are always the best.

౨ৎ She insists that you don’t buy her stuff simply because you being her wife is enough.

౨ৎ On your 5 year wedding anniversary you open a box that has a pregnancy test in it, as you’d been discussing having children.

#female reader x abby anderson #abby anderson fluff #wife abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #abby anderson fic #reader x abby anderson

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smilingformoney · 5 months

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Rickmas 2023: Day 12. Giver of Gifts | Steven/Reader

AN: I thought twice about writing for Steven as he was a real person but I read that the real Steven said the character was nothing like him, so this is entirely based on the fictional character played by Alan and is nothing to do with the real Steven Spurrier or his real wife at all.

Read now on Ao3 or below the cut:

Being married to a world-renowned wine connoisseur wasn’t always as fun as it sounded. Of course, you loved being married to Steven, but as far as his status in the wine industry went, there were some downsides. Other people, mainly.

Some people - and these were the types to always order the cheapest white on the menu at any restaurant they went to - couldn’t fathom how Steven made a living out of his passion for wine. “I wish I could get paid for drinking wine!” they’d laugh, as if they were the first to make that joke. “Do you get free wine?” Yes, you’d say, sometimes he brought home a bottle or two of his favourites from whatever wine competition he’d been off judging. “What’s the difference between a £5 bottle and a £500 bottle?” Ask him, not me, and be prepared to listen to the answer for a long time.

And Christmas… well, your family and friends had their hearts in the right places. But when you sat down to open the presents under your tree on Christmas Day, you did sometimes wish for a bit more variety than endless bottles of wine as gifts - especially as the wines were usually generic supermarket-shelf bottles.

They were usually nice wines, and before meeting Steven you’d have loved to be given a year’s supply of free wine every Christmas. You liked Moët, and to the average person £50 was a lot for a bottle of wine. And at least Steven let you drink it - the higher the price of a bottle he brought home, the less likely it was he’d ever actually open it. His wine cellar was like a dragon’s cave, rows and rows of unopened fancy wines that were made to be drunk but he’d never dream of opening them because they were so fancy.

But there was more to Steven than just wine. And there was more to you than the wife of a man who loves wine. But whenever anyone thought of the Spurriers, they thought of wine, and so that was what you got.

And you couldn’t complain really - not since you’d actually bought him wine too. But you’d gone all out on this one. You were fortunate enough to earn a healthy amount of money in your own career, so although it stretched the budget a bit, it didn’t break the bank for you to buy him a £4,500 bottle of JS Terrantez.

Steven opened your present last, and his eyes lit up when he pulled the 200-year-old bottle from the bag you’d presented it in.

“[Y/n]!” he exclaimed with a gasp, turning over the bottle in his hand carefully, as if worried it might explode. “What on earth has gotten into you? You can’t give me this, it’s too much!”

“Don’t be silly, Steve,” you replied, nudging him. “I know how irritated you get at how many Barefoots and Echo Falls we get every year. I thought it was about time someone got you a good wine.”

“Good? This is the sixth most expensive wine in the world, [Y/n].”

“And it’s not even French, would you believe it?”

Steven rolled his eyes at you. His famous 1976 wine tasting had taken place years before you’d met, but you still liked to tease him about it.

“This is such a thoughtful gift, [Y/n]. Thank you.”

He kissed you on the cheek, and you blushed. He wasn’t the most affectionate man in the world, and you’d come to terms with that a long time ago - it just meant that when he did show affection, it meant all that much more to you.

“Can I open my present now?” you asked, eyeing up the one single gift under the tree that wasn’t in a wine bag.

“Alright, but I wish you’d opened it earlier, it pales in comparison to this.”

Steven carefully set aside the bottle to take down into the cellar later, and retrieved the last present from under the tree for you. You pulled back the wrapping paper to reveal a framed photo of the two of you from your wedding.

“Oh, Steve, I love it!” you exclaimed. You wrapped your arms around him, surprising him, and kissed him on the cheek.

“You do? I know we don’t have a lot of photos of us, so I thought it’d be nice to have something to put on the mantelpiece.”

“You mean other than the photos of you with important wine people?”

“Precisely. You’re far more important than any of them. But I feel bad now, it’s nothing compared to that Terrantez —”

“Well, I think it’s my favourite present this year. I’m going to put it right here on the mantel, and we can look at it while we drink these cheap wines and you tell me all about why they’re so terrible even though they taste fine.”

Steven smiled, your enthusiasm infectious, and he was grateful to have a wife so loving as you, who understood his passion - even if you didn’t quite understand the difference between a Merlot and a Shiraz.

#alan rickman #rickmas2023 #steven spurrier #bottle shock 2008 #steven x reader

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lilithfreya · 9 months

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Six of Crows/Shadow and Bone Modern College AU's

Finally the last couple!!!

Kaz:

He's still the country boy we all love, but when his parents died during high school, he and Jordie were "adopted" by Jesper's dad, as the two have been friends for a long time. When Jordie went to the big city to try his luck and earn money so that everyone could have a better life, and in that period Kaz received letters, messages and photos from his brother and one more person in a Suli language, but when he found a man who would be a mentor to him, who later discovers to be Pekka Rollins, he ends up disappearing and leaving behind only a few pieces of information so he begins to draw up his revenge plan and it all starts when he enters the University. There he ends up taking courses in Administration and Economics, he with the money from lending the land of his farms and his investments ends up managing to buy part of "The Crow Club", a famous bar that is frequented mainly by university students but that also hides a lot of illegal business. There Kaz ends up knowing and knowing the secrets of several people and having to save Jes from his addictions, but what no one can understand is how he ended up meeting the captain of the gymnastics team and the cutest person in this world Inej and why they They were always together and she seemed to be the only person he really listened to. Reluctantly he ends up making friends with the rest of the crows, some influenced by Inej, others for his own interest like Wylan and even if he refuses to admit it he is happy to have a family again and they all end up being useful so he can to accomplish his goal of destroying Rollins and Wylan's father Jan Vna Eck and starting to build his money empire alongside his Queen.

Inej:

Inej and Kaz met during the camp they did during childhood and high school, there they both learned about circus life with Kaz training magic tricks and Inej being an acrobrate, thanks to her family, and sometimes working as an assistant to Kaz in the final performances, there she taught Kaz how to read Suli, and they spent the rest of the years talking via letters/postcards from the different places Inej spent with her family and messages. She was one of the first people to know Kaz's feelings about Jordie's death and all his worries and always did her best to advise him, and because of the distance she ended up accepting to be coached by the famous Olympic gymnast Tanten Heleen, however, due to cases of abuse that she ended up suffering there, she asked for Kaz's help to denounce and arrest Tanten, and get financial compensation for all this situation and gave part of that money. Part of the money was given for Kaz to be able to fulfill his dream and be able to go to the same university, I think that during this troubled period they ended up returning to Ravka to be able to stay out of the average time when they turned 18 and ended up getting married in secret. At university, she studied to work as a social worker and continued her gymnast training, as well as starting to do social work at the shelter, which she secretly funds with Kaz's help and the class for the younger children, something she loves most. no one knows is that sometimes Kaz goes there and gives magic presentations. All her friends keep trying to get them to be together but she pretends not to see the schemes and attempts at dates and has a bet with Kaz to find out which of them will be the first to find out everything, besides one of her secret activities for Kaz it's reading and discovering people's secrets so she also knows when Jes and Nina need help with their addictions, what to do to help Wylan to escape his father and help Mla and Alina against the weird teacher and to learn more about your past. And it all culminates in the arts and benevolence ball where all of their lives end up getting on track for the first time in a long time, several secrets are revealed and now they can live their happily ever after with those who chose to live, HAPPY ENDING.

(I think they ended up adopting one of the children that was cared for at the Shelter, a girl of about 3/4 years old who was always in awe of Inej thinking she was Rapunzel and was never afraid of Kaz unlike the other children who had to be conquered, as he thought he was the Prince of Inej.)

Thanks for everyone who had read, see U later ❤❤

If you haven't read the other couples yet, check them out here: Six of Crows/Shadow and Bone Modern College AU’s

#six of crows #modern au #shadow and bone #kanej #kaz brekker #kaz x inej #inej ghafa

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Benefits of using ORUphones app for selling your old mobile phone online

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There are plenty of reasons like these which make ORUphones the best app through which you can Buy and sell phones online.

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tilbageidanmark · 10 months

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Movies I watched this Week #131 (Year 3/Week 27):

I must start watching all of Claude Chabrol's films!

His final film, Bellamy, was my most enjoyable film of the week; So pleasantly mature, so well-made, simply a pleasure. Inspector Gérard Depardieu's infatuation with his beautiful wife, the cemetery where Georges Brassens is buried, a convoluted Georges Simenon crime story told with cinematic beauty and restrain. Magnifique.

“There is always another story, there is always more than meets the eye”. 8/10.

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2 Danish films:

🍿 I finally went to the cinema, for the first time in more than 5 years! (Photos Above!). And what I saw was Tove's Room, a new, brutal chamber play by Martin Zandvliet (My second film by him, after 'Dirch'). It tells of the long-suffering feminist writer Tove Ditlevsen and her (4th) husband, the abusive Victor Andreason. Like George and Martha of 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?', this takes place in one room over a few hours of a sadistic and disgusting cat-and-mouse struggle for control and mental degradation. Together with a visiting Klaus Rifbjerg, and the cryptic maid, the two perform an unpleasant flogging act, not for the faint of heart. Shortly after the time of this play, she committed suicide.

🍿 Jørgen Leth's classic short from 1967, The Perfect Human. Lars von Trier considered Leth his mentor, and in 2003 they created 'The Five Obstructions', challenging the original by making it 5 new, different times.

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70 years ago, Gentlemen prefer blonds turned Marilyn Monroe into a global sex symbol. Her Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend song and dance number was indeed sensational. It was Howard Hawk's only (?) musical. A surprising feminist screed. 7/10.

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10 Icelandic films, 6 of which are by Rúnar Rúnarsson:

🍿 Re-watch: During this project and before this week, I've seen 9 Icelandic films, and most of them were excellent. But Rúnarsson's magical Echo was the one that moved me the most. It's a gentle patchwork of 56 short vignettes, all taking place during the Christmas holidays, each delivering a discreet and poignant story: A young girl comes to visit her father's new family, a group of old people doing aerobics in a pool, a librarian calls his mom on the phone, a farmer is being rejected for a loan, a family is buying a Christmas tree... Each one more beautiful and heartbreaking than the other. If you could improve on Roy Andersson's movies, you'll get 'Echo'. Get your handkerchiefs ready. 10/10.

🍿 So I decided to visit the rest of his 'oeuvre'.

Anna (2009) was his final presentation short from his Danish film school. It tells of some challenges of a 12-year-old girl who lives with her single mom in a small fishing village. A touching, beautiful poem in a minor key.

[The Danish Film School itself has a good Vimeo account!]

🍿 The Last Farm earned him his first Oscar nomination. An old farmer in a remote valley prepare to bury himself together with his dead wife without telling anybody. Tremendous 17-min. short, with score by Sigur Rós. 9/10.

🍿 2 birds is another short about lost innocent; A shy teenage goes with a girl he has a crush on to a house party with a much older crowd where things get out of hand.

🍿 Volcano was Rúnarsson's debut feature. [Spoilers: Hannes is a grouchy withdrawn "Ove", who used to be a fisherman and is now retired after being a school janitor for 40 years. It starts as a standard Nordic fair, with him trying to kill himself after his retirement party, being alienated from his family, and sour on his lot. But when he overhears his grown-up children talking how miserable his long-suffering wife must be with such a curmudgeon, he takes heart. His apology to his wife turns into a shocking and tender "old people sex", and it looks like this will be a story of healing. However, their happiness is short lived when she suffers a massive stroke and falls into a coma.

A year before Michael Haneke's 'Amour' won all the prizes, he tragically erupt at the end in exactly the same way.] 8/10.

🍿 Sparrows was Rúnarsson's second feature. On the one hand, it tells of a 16-year-boy who moved from the capital to the countryside, and have to put up with his estranged, "loser" father. But at the end he shifts gears and repeats the exact same story from his previous short '2 birds' (above): The boy and friends go to a party, score some Ketamine, and he watches helplessly as three party-goes date-rape his girl. Later as she comes to, he reassures her (in an act of selflessness) that it was he who deflowered her. The boy is even played by the same actor in both movies. And I didn't like it either time.

🍿 Completing all of Rúnar Rúnarsson's films, I continued with some other winners of the Icelandic "Oscars" Edda Awards:

Heartstone was the debut feature by one Guðmundur Arnar Guðmundsson. A sensitive and beautiful love story between two preteen boys in a remote fishing village. Sensual and moving. If it was just a tiny bit shorter, it would be a perfect companion piece to Belgian Lukas Dhont's 'Close' and 'Call me by your name'. 9/10.

🍿 Guðmundsson's previous poetic short Whale Valley also opened on an attempted suicide by hanging. A short poem about two brothers who live far away in an isolated fjord. A beached whale is being cut up. 7/10.

🍿 Rams tells another tragic story of two estranged brothers, both sheep farmers, who live next to each other at a remote Icelandic countryside, and who hasn't spoken with each other for 40 years. It was voted the second-greatest Icelandic film of all time. 8/10.

🍿 Sker ("Skerry") is an 11-minute wordless story about a kayaker who find a little islet. 9/10.

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My first 2 films from Uruguay:

🍿 Whiskey does not refer to the drink, but to the way they "Say Cheese" down there. Another random pick of a film I never heard of, this low-key joyless comedy turned out to be a magnificent little masterpiece.

A shabby, lonely and drab world, like one of the forgotten provincial towns described so well in "100 years of solitude", it slowly and meticulously follows the dreary life of Jacobo, a 70-year-old owner of a modest sock factory. He has only two workers, and one loyal lady supervising them. Their laconic and minimal interactions are repetitive and awkward. But when his long-lost brother comes for a short visit, Jacobo asks Marta to pretend that she's his wife. The uncomfortable interactions between the three ungainly, melancholic characters brings to mind the heart behind Aki Kaurismaki''s dramas.

100% rating on Rotten Tomatoes, and it's hard to imagine that this mature gem was created by a young 30-year-old (who committed suicide two years later!). 10/10 - The best film of the week!

🍿 A Useful Life, another terrific art film by one Federico Veiroj. An economical, bare-bone story about a middle-age curator at a small Cinemateca, a dilapidated, struggling institution. Like the real 'Cinemateca Uruguaya of Montevideo', it is about to close after 50 years, because the few visitors it has cannot support its existence any longer. It's delicate and humane, like the movies shown in the half-empty auditorium for a few aging cineastes. 9/10.

Coincidentally, it starts with the two film archivists going through a package of films from Iceland! (and most of the films I saw this week are from these two small film countries, Uruguay and Iceland!)

Both these films portray life in Uruguay, a little country between Brazil and Argentina, as a sad, marginal and neglected place.

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Suzume, my third animated fantasy by Makoto Shinkai (after 'The garden of words' and 'Your name') is about a girl looking for her dead 'Okasa' (mother). As beautiful as some of Ghibli-Studio productions (The story even starts at a place called Miyazaki), with high imagination and stunning visuals. But also with confusing theology and a story with too many elements: Romance, supernatural, lost parent, trauma over the 2011 earthquake.

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“… why would I want to save a homeless shelter?…”

Another repeated re-watch, often paired with 'The American President', Ivan Reitman's charming Dave about an ordinary person who is suddenly thrust into a position of power. Written by Gary Ross (who also wrote 'Big', 'Pleasantville', 'The hunger games') and with superb acting by everybody involved: Kevin Kline, Sigourney Weaver, Charles Grodin, Ving Rhames and Frank Langella. Sweet romance, and idealistic presidential fantasy, made in 1993, before Clinton turned into the massive Neo-liberal douche-bag he ended up being. 9/10.

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The man with two Brains. Steve Marin as Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr was unfunny, and sexy Kathleen Turner also unfunny. 2/10.

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Unknown: The lost pyramid is a new documentary about the interesting archeological digs in Saqqara, Egypt, but told in the usual Netflix style, shallow and melodramatic.

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A chump at Oxford was a 1940 Hal Roach comedy with Laurel and Hardy, a juvenile pratfall. With James Finlayson (I think) and Peter Cushing. Not funny - 2/10.

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(My complete movie list is here).

#movies #Simon

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suzzenkerryb120 · 2 years

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Greatest Retirement Gifts For Men Who Have All the pieces

It does not matter if your senior already has a wristwatch. If he loves wearing it, then get an upgrade! Look for something with a metal band or a leather strap that looks nice with other outfits. You can also have the watch engraved with a special message. Does your retiree enjoy golfing, fishing or woodworking? Or gardening? Give them a guidebook on their preferred pastime! This is a fantastic method to show you support their interests and would like to help them gain knowledge about the activities they love.

Everyone enjoys going out to have a meal, which is why this is a retirement present that everybody is certain to love! Purchase a gift card for the place they like best or a few different restaurants, to allow them to enjoy a night out without having to worry about the bill. If your retired loved playing golf, then a new golf set is the perfect retirement gift! Choose a brand and design that you've been searching for or ask the salesperson for help picking out the best set. Retirement can be a difficult budget for many, therefore an incentive card to ease the burden can be very appreciated. If the retiree has a favourite restaurant, it might be worth giving the gift card there. Or, any grocery retailer or supermarket will work. After years of hard work and retiring, they deserve to take a break and indulge themselves. A gift card for a day in the spa is a great option to pamper them. If you know someone who enjoys being on the course, a new set of golf clubs would be a perfect gift. If you're not sure what kind of clubs to get you should talk to one of the local pros or ask at the retiree's favorite golf course. Many retirees are on the lookout for ways to add excitement to their lives in retirement. If this describes your retiree good friend or family member, think about giving them a gift certificates for an adventurous experience, like skydiving, bungee leaping, or rock climbing. If the retiree enjoys staying up-to-date on present affairs, a subscription to a favourite journal is the perfect gift. Time, Newsweek, and The Economist are all nice choices. For the retiree with a sweet tooth or a hearty urge for food, a retirement gifts for men basket crammed with their favorite snacks is sure to be appreciated. Be sure you include quite a lot of gadgets, like sweet, cookies, chips, and nuts.

A gift card to his preferred store: Does the senior in your life have a favorite shop? Consider gift cards for him to treat himself to something unique. He'll enjoy being able to select what it is he'd like and you'll feel confident that you've provided him with something he'll appreciate. No matter what type of relationship you've with your retired friend who is in your life, they're likely to enjoy a beautiful picture of the two you in a photo. No matter if it's an intimate snap or a posed picture the gift will be a memento of your friendship (or relationship) for many years to come. They'll enjoy being able unwind and enjoy a moment to relax. If your retiree loves to go to the golf course, then buying them a new set of golf clubs is the ideal retirement present! Consider a brand or design they've always wanted, or request assistance from the salesperson selecting the ideal set.After many years of work to earn a living, your retirement mate deserves some time off! Whether it's a weekend getaway or a longer trip, this is sure to be a present will be remembered forever. It's possible to join them on the trip and create a family-friendly experience!

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linde80langhoff · 2 years

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The Nice One-Fred Weasley x Muggle!Dursley!Reader

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Requested by anonymous: 'I have this idea about Fred Weasley falling in love with Harry’s muggle cousin. a dursley. Maybe y/n and Harry were always really close and she obviously knows all about magic. She’s the only person, Harry actually loved and trusted as a child and that didn’t change when he found out he was wizard so there really close, he sees her as a sister. Maybe he wants to introduce her to ginny because Harry wants her approval. And reader ends up liking Fred, and Fred likes her back.'

Characters: Fred Weasley x Muggle!Dursley!Reader, Harry Potter x Muggle!Dursley!Reader (cousin), Weasley Family x Muggle!Dursley!Reader (platonic), Hermione Granger x Muggle!Dursley!Reader (Platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Mention of neglect/child abuse, lots of fluff

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Sitting back in a plastic chair, I looked out of the huge window of the coffee shop, sighing as I realised it had started to rain. I never minded the rain really, but it had been like this since May, with no sign of a proper English summer in sight. Harry returning to the table with two mugs of tea distracted me, and I smiled as he set them on the table, sitting opposite to me.

“It feels like ages since we did this.” I said, blowing over the top of the tea.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I’ve not called or contacted you in any way recently.” he apologised, casting his eyes down.

“Harry, you don’t have to be sorry for anything.” I reassured him.“You’ve been making your life in...well, your world. We’ve all grown up, had to get used to becoming adults and such. Though it is a shame we haven’t seen each other for over a year.”

“Year and a half actually.”

“I wasn’t surprised when you invited me here though. Of course, this is under better circumstances. I’m not having to drag you out of the house to avoid my parents.”

“No, this is much nicer.” he chuckled.“How are they by the way? I was able to see Dudley last month.”

“They’re fine, same as always. I don’t see them as much as I should, though I do call them often. Sometimes it’s hard you know, especially after all that’s happened in the last few years.” I took a sip of tea, finally able to start drinking it.

Harry seemed hesitant to speak again.“Actually, I was wanting to ask you something.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember me talking to you about a girl called Ginny?”

“Ooh, has my little cousin fallen in love?” I was teasing until I saw the genuine smile on his face.“Wait, Harry, do you really like this girl?”

“W-well...I h-have for a while, we actually told each other our feelings when, when other things turned serious. And it’s been going good between us, really good, which leads me to my question.”

I was confused as to where this was going, but waited for him to carry on.

“I was wondering if you would come meet her?”

“You want me to meet her?” I excitedly repeated.

“Yeah,” he smiled back,“there’s going to be a birthday party for me at her family home. She’s a Weasley.”

“Wait, isn’t that the last name of your friend Ron?”

“It is.”

“You’re dating your best friend’s sister?”

“I’ve already talked about it with him! Do you remember I stayed with him over that summer, and I wrote to you from there?”

“The Burrow!”

He nodded.“They’re more than happy to have you there.”

“Of course I’ll come Harry! For now, you have to tell me everything about this Ginny girl.”

The party was two weeks away, and I could not contain my excitement as it got closer and closer. Although Harry had told me much about the wizarding world, he was the only wizard I had ever met (unless I counted that giant man that had tracked us down when Harry first found out he possessed magic, though there weren’t any introductions), and I was extremely excited to meet more of them. Would they constantly be using magic? Would they just conjure up food and drink? And would they be comfortable with me there? I knew that Harry wouldn’t leave me alone unless I was one hundred percent comfortable with everyone.

It was surprising that Harry hadn’t become irritated with me on the day of his party. He was coming to pick me up, and I had greeted him with an over excited tone, setting off a party popper which made strings of confetti land on his head. I had never been able to celebrate Harry’s birthdays publicly, always sneaking into his room or under the cupboard to give him a small present and a hug to wish him happy birthday (once I was earning my own pocket money, or sweetly asking dad for a few pounds, I would buy him cupcakes as a birthday cake, stashing away sweets for him after he saw how much we were given). Dragging him into my flat, I demanded he close his eyes, dashing in and out of the kitchen with a stupid grin on my face. Counting down from three, I giggled as Harry opened his eyes, smiling when he saw me holding a cupcake with a candle in my hands.

"You didn't forget."

"Of course I didn't. Is it...is it alright?" I became worried, wondering if I had brought up bad memories.

"No, no, I actually missed this. It was one of the things I looked forward to each year."

He blew out the candle, sighing when I urged him to close his eyes and make a wish. Harry then pushed me to get a move on, his eyes widening when he saw me pick up two presents with wrapping paper, as well as a smaller one on top. I walked past him before he could say anything about them, handing him the keys to lock up.

As we turned up at the infamous Burrow, I couldn't help but stand back in awe. It was like nothing I had ever seen, and although shabby looking, very put together, it had some sort of charm to it, it was so different to other houses. Harry had already taken a few steps forward, stopping when he noticed me not move.

"(Y/N)?"

My eyes snapped back down to him."Oh, sorry."

"It's going to be fine." he said, coming to stand beside me.

I just nodded, walking next to him and standing back when he knocked on the door. A short woman opened it, squealing with excitement when she saw Harry, and as she dragged him in for a hug, she playfully scolded him for knocking, claiming that he could waltz in whenever. Staying outside, I poked my head in, still holding the presents in my arms. I watched as Harry was engulfed in numerous hugs, everyone wishing him happy birthday as well as joking and laughing with him. It shocked me. The only time I saw him this happy was when I was able to cheer him up as kids (and that was extremely hard to do when he lived in the hell hole I called home), but a sudden wave of emotion attacked me, I was so happy to see him being treated right.

"Everyone, this is my cousin, (Y/N)." Harry interrupted my thoughts once again, gesturing for me to step inside.

Sheepishly walking in, I held onto the presents a little tighter, smiling through the awkwardness. There were so many of them standing there.

"Here, let me take those from you love." a man who seemed to be the dad offered, placing the presents on a nearby table. Now I was out in the open.

"So this is the decent one?" one of the younger lads said to break the silence.

"Ronald Weasley, you mind your manners!" the woman scolded him."Don't mind him dear, it's lovely to meet you. Harry has never stopped talking about you."

"He's right though," Harry said,"this is the nice one."

"It's nice to see that Harry stayed in such a lovely place, and with lovely people."

Really (Y/N)? That's the first thing you come out with?

"Oh what a sweetheart." the woman gushed."Believe me, they look like angels, but they don't act like one."

Harry soon broke us into a general conversation, attempting to introduce me to everyone. This family was so different to mine. It felt more loving, as if they didn't hate to be around each other all the time. They included each other in every conversation, they laughed together, joked around with each other. And they also included me.

We were sat around a long table, squeezed amongst one another with food and drink laid out. I had Harry one side of me, and his old friend Hermione on my other. I believed that she and Ron had romantic connections, but I was hoping she would shed some light on Harry's love life, as Ginny was sat beside him.

"They've only recently become public. Everyone knew that they were together, it was bound to happen. But we all acted surprised anyway." Hermione and I giggled, drowned out by the sound of everyone talking.

"Oh bless him, he seemed very happy when he mentioned her. That's why he invited me actually, he was wondering what I would think about her. They don't seem to be able to keep their eyes off each other."

"Someone else seems to have their eyes on someone." she smirked.

I followed her eye line, seeing one of the twins looking in our direction before averting their gaze. I had remembered that they were each wearing the same jumper but with different colours, thankfully making it easier to tell them apart. It had been Fred looking my way, and I hated that I was blushing already; no one had looked at me like that for a long time.

"I'm sure that was nothing." I mumbled.

"If you say so." I heard Ginny say, making me whip my head round to her. She was leaning forward to look at me, and I saw Harry holding back a laugh.

"Come on, I haven't even spoken to him."

"Maybe you should. Perhaps this was meant to happen."

Molly stopped all chatter across the table, standing up to announce that it was present time. Heaps of presents were pushed down to our end of the table, Harry was shocked by how many there were, but stuck right in. After thanking all of the Weasley’s for their sweet presents, especially Ginny. With my presents left, I felt all eyes on me, nervous as to what they would think of my gifts.

One was a collection of books he read when he was younger (until my brother got angry at him and ripped out the pages), the other was two shirts I knew would look nice on him. The last present was a photo book, which I had had personalised; on the front it said ‘Harry’s Memories’, in a beautiful swirling style of writing. The toothy grin on his face fell slightly, and I began to panic again. Everyone waited for him to open the book, a slight tension in the air. Harry slowly opened the book, reading the message I had left for him in his head. It entailed fond memories we had, and how proud I was of him for setting out to school by himself, and how many times he was brave enough to put himself on the line for his friends and family. Turning the next page, a breathless laugh left his lips when he saw the photos I chose. Unfortunately there weren’t many of us together, or of him in general, but I had raided our old cameras back home to find any photos I had taken of him without my parent’s knowledge. After flipping over another page that turned out to be blank, he looked up at me, as did everyone else.

“It’s blank so that you can fill it. I knew you wouldn’t want memories of home, just...just me I suppose. But I’m sure you’ve got better memories to put in there now.” I shyly explained.

“This is amazing, thank you (Y/N).” Harry said, hugging me tightly.

“The pictures aren’t moving?” Ginny questioned.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.“Your pictures move?”

Once dinner was done with, along with a round of singing as the birthday cake came out, we all broke off into smaller groups. This would have given me an opportunity to speak to Ginny, I had a strong feeling that she was absolutely perfect for him, they seemed well matched, but I still wanted a chat at least. However, Harry had stolen her away, and it wasn’t the right time to intervene. As I thought about who to talk to, Fred walked up to me, leaning against the kitchen counter top as I was.

“Thought you looked a little lonely over here.” he said, but it wasn’t in a cocky way, he was being genuinely kind.

“Thanks.” I laughed.

He smiled.“I-I didn’t mean it like that.”

I looked up at him.“No I know what you meant. I was actually thanking you.”

“Ah.”

There was a moment of silence as neither of us were sure what to say next. Suddenly, something popped into my mind,“You know, I’ve seen you before.”

“What?”

“When you came to rescue Harry, in your flying car. I was in my room, but my room was next to Harry’s, so I could just about see you and your brothers.”

“That was so many years ago.”

I nodded.“I just remember how shocked I was when I saw the car, but also how relieved I felt when I saw Harry get in there. I was in trouble for not going to my parents straight away though.”

“You don’t sound like a typical Dursley at all.”

“I suppose I’m not. I was never the favourite, for some reason Dudley was. But I was so focused on keeping Harry somewhat happy that it didn’t matter. I just got good results at school, made friends and kept the biggest secret in the world.”

“It is slightly strange having a Muggle about.”

“How do you think I feel? The dishes are doing themselves over there!” I gestured to the sink where there was a floating plate and sponge. He laughed at that."That would be so useful to have at home, especially after a long day."

"So," he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning towards me,"what do you think about our families combining?"

I took a sip of my drink, following his eye line to Harry and Ginny."I can't express how happy I am for him."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And I'm not just saying nice things because Ginny is your sister. Harry had a long talk about what happened in the past, he's mentioned her, well, all of you, a lot. You've all been able to give him much more than I have."

"That's not true. Harry has expressed multiple times how he didn't know what he would have done if you weren't there for him."

"Seems like everything has worked out perfectly in the end. It even feels right me being here."

"I can agree on that."

"Even if I'm a Muggle?"

"Can't say that's the first thing I noticed about you."

My eyes widened slightly, slowly looking down into the content of my cup."Fred, if I didn't know any better, I would say you were flirting with me."

"Thank god you noticed, thought I might have to start using pick up lines."

"You still can if you want to."

"Nah, think I'll save that for a first date."

"If you're asking, then the answer would be a yes."

"Well, glad that's been sorted."

I giggled quietly, trying not to show how much I was enjoying this."Do I get to find out where you're taking me?"

"If I'm honest, I wasn't sure if I would get this far."

We laughed together, catching the attention of his parents who were with Hermione and Ron. We quietened down, finding it hard to hold back on giggling. Before we could even continue speaking, Harry was approaching me, and I knew he wanted to find out what had happened since he left me alone.

"So, uh, what are you two talking about?" Harry failed to play dumb.

I rolled my eyes, placing a hand on his shoulder."OK, whilst you interrogate my date, I'll go talk to your girlfriend. Sound like a deal?"

"D-date?"

"Don't act like you weren't listening. Relax Harry, this is your party after all."

I heard him sigh to Fred as I walked away."You two are going to be trouble, I just know it."

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“When one strikes the heart of another they seldom miss, and the wound is invariably fatal.”

Release Date: May 7th, 2021 @ 12:15 p.m. (GMT-5)

Apologies for the late update. Hope you enjoy it.

Trigger Warnings: blood and gore.

February 2nd, 2022

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Both officers nod, as Park shifts around on her seat. Now facing directly at YN, resting both elbows on the metal table. “Are you aware of the reason you were brought into the station today?” Officer Kim jumps in before YN can answer, “Just so you know you aren’t being charged with anything.”

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“That’s quite a lot for just one person. Especially considering you have little background in those areas before you were hired, correct?”

They’re trying to bait me. “I’m used to doing those things at home.” YN shrugs, she can see the growing frown on Park’s features.

“How exactly did you hear about the job?” Kim leans forward, but one of her hands drops below the table. Park’s eyes dart over to her partner for a second, but YN catches it. Kim likely gave her a signal or something like a reassuring squeeze, YN hopes it’s the latter. “What was the hiring process like?”

“From an acquaintance Dr. Sihyuk.” Both officers nod along, they don’t seem to recognize the name. “Bang’s dead. Unlikely anyone will find something there.” They always knew to cover their bases. “Um, normal, I guess. I sent in an application and then had an interview.”

“You made a lot of money as the Kim’s housekeeper. Did you never ask yourself where that money was coming from?” It seemed the officers were done trying to be subtle.

“No, it wasn’t my place. Plus, most of the money I earned went into paying family debts.”

“Do you know Kim Namjoon’s or Park Jimin’s source of income?”

“Again no. I just did what I was supposed to do.”

“You never thought to ask?”

“No.”

Sooyoung smirks, “Interesting how everyone around the Kim’s just accepts things at face value. Their co-workers, drivers, bodyguards, even their housekeeper just does what their told. You weren’t even a little bit curious as to how they could possibly afford the lifestyle they have?”

“Curiosity killed the cat.” YN’s arms were clenching around the chair, trying to hold herself back from reacting negatively to the hassling.

“But we aren’t cats.” Sooyoung remarks and for a second YN feels like she’s lost a battle. Jisoo points to the picture in the center, it's a beautiful young woman with flowy hair and a bright smile. Her delicate features give away her omega nature. Though the closer YN inspects the picture, they’re bags under her eyes, permanent frown lines etched onto her face, a hollowness to her eyes. She looks somewhere between life and death. “Do you recognize this woman? You lingered on her a bit longer than the rest of them.”

The longer YN stares at her the more she starts to piece things together, but it still feels like she’s missing something. So she gives a generic answer. “She looks kind of familiar. Has that kind of face.”

“What kind of face?” Jisoo questions.

“Like…pretty, popular, all over billboards kind of face.”

It's enough to satisfy them for now. They slowly start removing all the pictures while leaving only the woman’s, the longer YN sees it the more unnerved she becomes. Her head begins to hurt as another migraine begins to pound at her temples. Creating a sort of hazy fog over YN’s mind. Both officers’ then hold up the picture and flip it revealing a picture of the same woman holding a young child wrapped in blankets. She looks so much happier, so full of life. Instantly YN places her, recognizing the toddler wrapped in blue velvet.

“This is Hyunwoo’s mother. The last time anyone saw her alive was three weeks ago when she just so happened to be having dinner with your employers.” Fuck.

Present

YN’s phone dings as another text from Mark appears on her screen: ‘boss wants to know when you’ll start paying?’ She groans exhaustedly, responding with ‘I have been paying. He gets half my salary every week.’ Which hasn’t made living very comfortable for YN, but she makes do with what she can.

Mark: It’s not enough princess, not with the way daddy’s been spending money.

Me: What am I supposed to do if you keep giving him money?!

Mark: That’s not up to me. So, the money?

Me: I’m looking for a second job. One that pays better.

Mark: Just go sell your eggs or something. Not like you have any use for them.

“Asshole.” YN muttered, muting her notifications. She looked up to the entrance of the fertility clinic debating whether or not to go in. It wasn’t like she had much of an option; she needed the money and fertility clinics were the only ones willing to provide big sums of money fast. Not to mention she had missed a day of work to make the appointment, which meant less money to give to Mark. I hate this. I hate this so much. YN was about to walk away, leave everything when she spotted a black BMW parked on the curve. Its driver observing her intensely. She knew what it meant.

Mark was getting pushy. Meaning his boss was getting pushy and YN didn’t need to be on the bad side of some loan shark – not again. So, she mustered up the courage and opened the glass doors, being hit with the smell of lavender and pheromones. It reeks. Nonetheless, she forced a smile on her face and walked towards the front desk. “Hello, I have an appointment with Dr. Sihyuk.”

“Unfortunately, there is a limit to how many eggs we can safely remove from you. Betas aren’t like omegas, you have a set number of eggs. Removing the majority of them would leave you infertile. We’d also be unsure of whether the eggs are useful or not without running the proper examinations which can take weeks.” Dr. Sihyuk explained as he went over YN’s medical file, each sentence uttered destroying her hope little by little.

“I understand but I am quite fertile. I carry a recessive gene from my father who is an omega. Not to mention I’m not interested in having children so I would have no use for my eggs,” she could sense the doctor’s hesitation, “unlike someone who might benefit from them.” I just really need the money.

“Oh, I know, you betas are lucky in that sense. Don’t have to worry about population growth.” Though it was said jokingly it still made YN uncomfortable, let her know he wasn’t buying her bullshit. The doctor closed the file, “Why exactly are you interested in donating your eggs? Is it for the money?” He saw right through her. At her silence the doctor sighs, “We get one of you every once in a while. Always wrapped up in some business started by a family member or mistakes you’ve made.” Sihyuk opens a file cabinet beside him and shoves her file in there, “Unfortunately for you there’s no market for beta eggs.”

YN sags exhaustion and fear taking over her, “I –” Sihyuk takes a small white business card out of the cabinet holding it out towards her. “Fortunately for you, I happen to know someone hiring. They specified only betas applied.” Hesitantly YN takes the card, “What kind of job?” Though she knows one should never look a gift horse in the mouth it feels to good to be true. “A housekeeper for an alpha couple. They’re long-time associates of mine. Give them a call you won’t regret it.”

Evening of June 20th, 2021

Hyunwoo wouldn’t stop crying. YN truly regretted feeding him chocolate before bed, he had nightmares that had not let the three-year-old rest. Though YN had time and time again reassured them there were no monsters under his bed or strange men coming to take him at night, he wouldn’t hear of it. Insisted she had stayed in bed with him and when that didn’t work cried out for his daddies. The issue being his daddies were currently busy, in the middle of their ruts with their weekly guests. Thankfully, their bedroom was across the apartment from Hyunwoo’s, or else she’d have to explain to the child that the screams being heard didn’t belong to ghost.

“I want papa! I want daddy!” Hyunwoo shrieked, snot and tears dribbling down his face. At this rate, he’d get himself sick if he didn’t permanently injure his vocal cords – or her hearing.

“I know. I know, but they’re busy right now. I can go get them later.” When their guests are gone and they’ve cleaned their bedroom. YN never quite knew how they manage to sneak them out and clean up so fast, but she didn’t question it. Less work for me.

“NO! I want them now!” Hyunwoo bolted towards the door, his little legs running as fast as they could. Though they couldn’t compare to YN’s.

She hugged the toddler, “Alright. I’ll go get your daddies but you have to promise me you’ll wait in bed.” Hyunwoo began to shake his head, “Come on Woowoo, imagine what they’ll say if they hear you threw a tantrum. What would daddies say?”

That seemed to sober him up a bit, “They would be disappointed.”

“Exactly,” YN led him back to bed, gently tucking him in. “I’ll be right back with them soon, okay?”

The hallway felt eerily long as YN struggled with how to politely interrupt without being subjected to the alpha’s rages. Ruts were an especially tricky time and there would be very little she could do to protect herself if it took a turn for the worse. Not to mention she was breaking one of the very few rules set by them: no bothering us after nine pm. YN glanced at her watch, it was currently 11:43 pm. I am so going to lose my job. But Hyunwoo needed his parents, and she didn’t want to risk the toddler running into their bedroom and being witness to something that would certainly cause trauma. Not to mention I might get sent his therapy bills. More debt. YN reached their bedroom doors. A light red hue leaking from the bottom, she willed all her courage and knocked.

“Come in, darling.” Jimin spoke, his dulcet tone sounding a little rougher than normal. Surprisingly the door was unlocked, so YN opened it. At first, she saw nothing out of the ordinary, just Kim Namjoon and Park Jimin laying in their bed. The red silk sheets, she so often had to wash, concealing their more intimate parts. It wasn’t until YN noticed the stains covering their bodies and the walls. It caused her eyes to dance around the room until she landed on what had caused such a mess: the two dismembered bodies lying on the floor. The red lighting of the room serving to conceal what the stains truly were: blood.

Namjoon beckoned her inside with a wave of his hand and YN felt obliged to obey. She could still smell the pheromones in their air, still feel their rut. Not to mention, Hyunwoo might have been following her. She locked the door behind her.

“To what do we owe the pleasure?” Namjoon spoke, smirking and showing off his blood-stained pearly teeth.

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maidragoste · 3 years

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They discover that his girlfriend is a cosplayer

Masterlist

Part 1: Bakugo and Dabi

Izuku Midoriya

❖ He found out from Mineta ...

Aizawa hadn't come to the classroom yet so you were talking to Izuku about the new series you were watching when Mineta spoke:

"Hey Y / n, the Black Widow cosplay was hot," she said getting everyone's attention.

"I thought I had blocked your account" you replied with a frown.

"Do you cosplay?" the green-haired boy asked in surprise.

"I thought you already knew," you said just as surprised.

❖ Weeks ago you had sent photos to Izuku with different All Might wigs. He thought you were just playing around, not that you bought the wigs to cosplay.

❖ After the revelation Izuku started stalking your Tik Tok account, he liked and left nice comments ... he also reported every new account that Mineta became.

❖Do you want to cosplay Mystique or Starfire? Don't worry, your precious boyfriend has no problem helping you with the painting.

❖ Don't you know what cosplay to do? It's okay! Izuku can tell you hundreds of hero names.

❖ Izuku has no problem helping you record although he sometimes can't help but utter a "cute" or "cute" in the middle of the recording causing the two of you to blush.

❖ Your followers already know of the existence of your boyfriend thanks to that.

❖ You noticed that Izuku looked a lot at your All Might costumes and wigs so you suggested that they do a cosplay together.

❖ And that's how they ended an All Might and Sir Nighteye cosplay... Because of you people began to ship the two heroes.

"Next time we can be Eraserhead and Present Mic," you said already starting to look for their costumes online.

On the other hand, Izuku was panicking thinking how this could have angered his mentors. He was still safe because All Might nor Nighteye texted him.

"Are you crazy? Do you want Aizawa sensei to kick us out of class?"

"It's just a cosplay" you pouted but still couldn't get away with it.

Shoto Todoroki

❖ He found out from you, you told him ... Of course, Shoto had no idea what cosplay was so you had to tell him to explain everything.

"Why do you do it?" asked your boyfriend "You don't earn anything"

You didn't take it the wrong way, you knew he was just curious.

"I'm just having fun"

❖Shoto doesn't really care; he just likes everything even though he has no idea what character you're in costume.

❖ Sometimes he helps you style your wigs. At first, he did it just because he wanted to spend time with you but then he ended up liking it, for some reason relaxes him.

❖After hearing Bakugo call Shoto "copy of Zuko" you couldn't stop thinking about your boyfriend dressed as Zuko.

❖ One day you took courage and asked him to do a cosplay with you. You wanted him to be Zuko while you would be Katara.

"Shoto, I'd like you to cosplay with me," you said in the middle of lunch "Just if you want, I don't want you to feel obligated" you clarified quickly while moving your hands nervously.

"Okay" he replied taking your hands making you blush "Show me"

❖ And that's how Shoto ended up watching Avatar with you.

❖ Taking advantage of the fact that Endeavor wanted to fix their relationship, Shoto used the old man's card to buy the best quality costumes.

❖ You thought that Shoto was only going to want to take pictures so you were surprised when he saw that he was learning the dialogues of some scenes to be able to do tik toks.

"Why do you pause it all the time?" you asked confused.

"I'm writing the dialogues so I can learn it. I also want to see the expressions well. I don't want to embarrass you."

"Aww, Shooo!" you took his face in your hands and began to spread kisses everywhere "You are the best, I would never be ashamed of you" you smiled "Besides just taking pictures of us I'm fine"

❖In the end, they did both. And you two ended up trending on Tik Tok, you managed to increase your followers.

❖ Shoto ended up liking it so they made more videos of different scenes. Even some of the incorrect quotes and Q&A.

Bonus

Y / n: Momo, do you know that you are the person I love the most in the world?

Momo: What do you want?

Y / n: Can you create this costume for me? * you show him an Alice in Wonderland costume * Please!

Momo: Y / n, three days ago I made you a Belle costume.

Y / n: It's not my fault I'm poor! * you pout *

I made a kofi so if you want you can help me by giving me a tip or asking for a commission: https://ko-fi.com/mai_dragoste

I would greatly appreciate it 🥰🥰

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javier-pena · 3 years

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Astrid does Babygirl ever take boudoir photos for Javi???? 👀👀

- @javisjeanjacket

you notice pretty early in your relationship that javi likes to take pictures of you. often it's just during everyday moments, like when you're drinking your coffee in that small coffeehouse you stop on a whim or when you're watching the ocean from his yacht or when you're pulling your shirt over your head (that earns him a swat or two on the arm). at first, you're not totally comfortable with it, mostly because you don't much like to have your picture taken, and also because even though you know javi pretty well, you don't know what he's gonna do with the pictures (especially those of you in underwear).

but soon you realize he takes them to remember the moments when you were happy together, the moments you looked relaxed and content, the moments you let down your guard and were entirely yourself around him. and he revisits them often when he's away from you, not so much because he's scared of forgetting what your face looks like, but because you're his safety, and whenever he sees you smile he feels at home.

but then there's this one business trip a few months into your relationship where javi is gone for three weeks. and you can't be with him because you have your own job to think of and because he will be travelling a lot and working a lot and he won't have any time to be with you and he's worried you'll get bored. so one night, when you're bored at home (alone), you decide to try and take some spicier pictures, just to see what it feels like, and you bought a new lingerie set that day and you figure why not, and you don't take the pictures with him in mind at first, but there is something about the low lighting and the dried salt sticking to your phone's camera lense that make the pictures look dreamy and also kind of dirty, like someone was taking them without you realizing. so before you can change your mind, you pick up your phone, send him a few, and ask, all innocently, "baby, what do you think?"

and javi? he's ready to fly back home right this second. he would do it, if he wasn't at a very important business dinner. he has to excuse himself though, for a few short minutes, and hide in a brightly lit bathroom so he can look at the pictures in more detail and so he can call you and growl against the shell of your ear, the vibrations shooting through your body as if he was right there with you and not thousands of miles away. and he doesn’t even have to say it, you know exactly what the pictures are doing to him, and you swear you were just innocently asking for his opinion but now you want more of him like this, more of his voice in your ear telling you how gorgeous you look, how he can’t wait to get home and put his hands all over your body and the expensive material covering it, and how he will take a very close look at the pictures later in the privacy of his hotel room.

a few days later, when a parcel arrives for you with a small note that says, “put it on and show me”, you get the idea for the boudoir shoot. you want to do something nice for javi to surprise him for his birthday, and it’s actually quite hard to keep it from him, not because he snoops around but because you’re so excited to show him the final product. but it’s worth the wait because when he opens that small envelope and sees the note that says “for your eyes only” (a reference to you both enjoying james bond movies), he forgets all about the dinner you cooked for him and the fire safety regulations, he just leaves the burning candles on the dinner table without any supervision and carries you into the bedroom to show you how much he enjoys his present.

and of course this becomes a thing between the two of you, him buying expensive lingerie for you and you posing for him in it so he has something to remember you by when he goes away on one of his business trips.

#did i write this at work earlier?#perhaps ..........#also i feel like this is something cris and claire might want to know more about #javisjeanjacket #ravens delivering messages #javi g ask #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez #the unbearable weight of massive talent

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spencers-dria · 3 years

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Lost at Sea

Single Dad Spencer x fem reader

Summary: This is kind of a little Christmas-adjacent fluff peice where Spencer is a single dad, completely clueless while Christmas shopping for his daughter. Reader sees him struggling and decides to help, completely unaware of where it will lead them. I imagined him sometime after the show ended, kinda with his somewhat longer curly hair and glasses. This story is completely fluff and I make no apologies.

Well, that was about the third loud huff from the man standing down the isle from me. This one was so loud it blew his hair around a bit, making it even messier. I try to focus on the task at hand, finding the perfect gift for my best friend’s little girl.

Diana was the closest thing I had to a daughter of my own. Despite Anne’s protesting, I took every opportunity to spoil her daughter rotten. The adorable and precocious little girl had me absolutely wrapped around her finger. I have to fight the urge to buy everything I thought would put a smile on her face, my favorite sight in the world.

But now, I was repeatedly distracted by the clearly frustrated man standing next to me, eyeing the girls toy section like it was an enigma. I decide to approach him, but he’s still to lost in his thoughts to notice.

I clear my throat while giving him a light tap on the shoulder.

“Can I help you with anything?”

“Oh I didn’t realized you worked here.”

“I don’t.” I smile sweetly at him. “You just look like you’re trying to solve the worlds most challenging puzzle over here.”

He meets my eyes with a sheepish smile, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. I try my best to ignore just how attractive this man is. He’s definitely not available.

“I guess in a way I am. I’m trying to buy a Christmas gift for my daughter. It’s safe to say that I know absolutely nothing about girls. I want it to be absolutely perfect, and I just know whatever I get won’t be half of what she deserves.”

“Well I can help with that. How old is she and what does she like?”

He pushes his glasses up his nose, giving me a moment to ogle just how attractive his hands are.

“Her name is Alice, she’s 5. I know she loves Disney princesses. Ariel is her favorite I think... but even once I narrow it down to that, there is still just so much. Who knew shopping for little girls could be so overwhelming.”

I can’t help but giggle a bit at his helplessness. He starts to laugh along with me.

“I’m Spencer by the way.” I see him hesitate a moment before slowly extending a hand. I look at his extended hand with a slight feeling of guilt, knowing he’ll most likely judge me based on my response.

“Oh I’m sorry I hope you don’t think I’m rude but... I don’t really shake hands. It’s not personal it’s just all the germs. I don’t deal so well with them.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, but I can’t imagine why. Is he actually laughing at me? Seems a bit rude.

“You know I used to be the exact same way. I suppose having a kid has changed me more than I realize sometimes.”

I nod, quietly, knowing I can’t really relate.

“I’m sorry you’re probably really busy. Are you shopping for your daughter too?”

Unsure as to the reason why, I’m suddenly embarrassed to admit that I’m not actually a parent. Just a single loner in their mid-thirties, living vicariously through their best friend and their.

“Oh no, just a friend. I’m more than happy to help you out with Alice. If you want my best ideas though, I’ve got to be honest, a lot of it is online. I can show you the links real quick, I’d you’d like?”

“I feel like this would be easier if we just... Would you like to grab coffee? I know a great place just around the corner. You can show me all your ideas and hopefully we can pick out something for her together.”

Up until this point I didn’t want to make assumptions, but it’s becoming more clear that Spencer is most likely a single dad. I don’t want pry, but I can’t help but wonder what happened to her mom.

I try to hide my excitement at his offer.

“You had me at coffee. And I almost forgot, I’m Y/N!”

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Three hours and several cups of coffee later, I knew a small part of the life story belonging to Spencer Reid. He was an FBI agent, part of a team who hunts down serial killers. A profiler. Or former profiler? He used to work in the field, until he had to raise his daughter alone. He had been fallen hard and fast for someone who left him as soon as another opportunity, or person rather, had presented themselves. They left him a single dad, all alone with his 2 year old daughter, Alice.

Being a single parent, he knew he couldn’t continue a job that put him in harms way on a regular basis. He never had a problem putting his life on the line for others, but Alice had become his number one priority, without question. Switching to a desk job had allowed him to continue as a consult for the team while also teaching at the University.

As I looked over his attire, I couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t quite give off professor vibes at first glance. His cozy maroon sweater and glasses, perhaps. But his curly mop of disheveled hair and goofy grin made him look more like a cuddly muppet character. The more I listen to him talk the more I notice his intelligence. I should have known, given his professions. It didn’t take long to realize he was well out of my league, but he was kind enough to give me the time of day for whatever reason.

I keep drowining in his eyes or getting pulled in by the movement of his hands as he speaks. Listening to his voice is like gently floating down like a river. I don’t even notice when he’s stopped talking.

“What about you?”

“Hmm?” I pull myself out of my daze, trying not to look as enchanted by him as I feel.

“Oh uhh, nothing to tell really.” I shrug, picking up my coffe, hoping he’ll change the subject while I sip on my caramel latte.

“I find that hard to believe. What do you do?”

“I just run a small cafe in town.”

I feel as though hearing about my life is about as interesting as watching water boil, but Spencer could have fooled me. He looks genuinely invested as I tell him about how I earned my bachelors and masters in business management, eventually opening up The Cottage. I didn’t have any experience in the food industry, but my friend Nicole had immediately been on board with the idea of coming on as my cook.

“It sounds wonderful. I’ll definitely have to stop by sometime.” He smiles at me before sipping on the last of his second cup of coffee.

“You’re welcome to bring Alice, only if you want to. And Nicole makes a killer risotto!”

“Of course! ...Oh! I knew we were forgetting something. Alice!”

“The entire reason you asked me here, just a minor detail.” I can’t help but snicker at our absent mindedness, how easy it was to be completely swept away in the tide that was Spencer Reid.

His face fades a bit, though I’m not sure why. He simply nods, folding his hands in his lap.

“Sorry if this is weird but umm... can I see a picture of her? It’s just, well, it might help me to get a better idea. You don’t have to, if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Oh yeah!”He pulls out his wallet, unfolding a long strand of small photos, most of just his daughter, a few featuring him as well.

She was beautiful, brown eyed girl with soft, brown locks. She clearly had her fathers curly hair and soft, doe eyes. If it wasn’t obvious from the way he spoke about her, the pictures made it incredibly apparent that this girl was his whole world. Pure joy radiated from the photo of the two of them. I look up to to see the exact same look on his face, with a smile so big that his eyes crinkle.

That is the moment I knew he had me. I would follow this man anywhere, this adorable dad I had met on the toy isle only hours ago. The photos made it evident that she was just as crazy about him. It was almost too adorable for my heart to handle.

I take a deep breath before meeting his gaze, which is much closer now as we lean in over the table to look at the pictures.

“She’s beautiful.”

He looks down at the photos again with glassy eyes. “I know.”

He clears his throat and scoots back into his seat.

“So what did you have in mind?”

“Well, I have seen this online story that makes really pretty hand-made dresses that mimic the ones of each Disney Princess. Maybe a couple of her favorites? They also make knit blankets that look like mermaid tales. Or maybe a stuffed animal of one of her favorite characters? What little kid doesn’t like stuffed animals, right?”

Spencer nods along, absorbing all the suggestions I throw his way. After awhile, I help him settle on ordering a few we both like.

“I can’t wait to give these to her! She always loves Christmas morning. We open presents together and eat the cookies we made the night before while binging as many Christmas movies as possible.”

There was that smile again, the one he got when he talked about her. I wonder if she knows how lucky she is to have a dad that cares so much.

I can’t help but smile as well at the thought, which he quickly interrupted with “So what are your Christmas plans?”

I feel myself turning slightly red at the embarrassment of having to admit that I have none. Nothing much that is.

I shrug, hoping he won’t ask any more about it.

“Do you get to see your family?”

And there it was. The question I was desperately hoping to avoid. I know my inability to meet his gaze and consistent pulling at my fingers would be a dead give away of my uncertainty about speaking on the subject. I search for the best way to answer without seeming like I’m overcome with self pity. To be fair, I wasn’t. I didn’t mind spending the holidays alone. Not anymore. I had grown comfortable with the silence and comfort that comes from living alone.

The soft crackling of the fire, a fuzzy blanket, and a warm cup of hot chocolate had become my closest companions of each winter season. I spent many evenings curled up by the window, watching the snow dust the city as soft music flowed through my drafty, top floor apartment. Sometimes I’d dance and twirl around in my pajamas and socks, slipping and sliding on the wood floors. So yes, it was safe to say I truly enjoyed the time I spent getting to know myself.

“I uh, they’re not really around anymore. I was adopted by my parents when I was still a baby. They didn’t have any family but each other and then, well, me. I lost them to a car crash a few years back.”

I can tell he’s listening, but the one thing I always expect to see isn’t there. Pity. Instead I see kindness and understanding, and my heart welcomes it fully.

“Nicole is on vacation with her family for the holidays so it’s just me. I’m pretty used to it though, I make my own fun.” I give him smile to reinforce my point.

His eyes glaze over and I can tell I’ve lost him to a deep thought, as I see the gears turning in his head. He opens his mouth to speak before closing it again, and finally spouting out: “Come have dinner with us. On Christmas Eve.”

I had half expected a pity invite. A “why don’t you”. A “would you like to”. But Spencer hadn’t asked me. He had told me, in a way that left no room for arguing. I could tell he wasn’t going to budge on the matter. Whether it was the insistent but kind tone or the seriousness in his eyes, I don’t know. But I knew there was no use in fighting it. Not just the invitation, but the feelings quickly flooding my heart. Spencer Reid was like a fast approaching storm, but I didn’t want to outrun the rain. I wanted to dance in it, drenched in the downpour.

And that’s exactly what I did. As soon as I saw the look on his face when I said yes, it crashed over me like a wave, leaving me breathless and lost in the sea of my emotions.

#dr spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer x reader #original story #spencer reid x y/n #writing #Christmas #single dad #dad Spencer #Spencer and daughter #Spencer #Spencer Reid #spencer x y/n #Spencer x gn #Christmas shopping #fluff

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flaminpumpkin · 3 years

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Happy birthday, Jordan

It wasn’t even 4am when Hal woke up to the gentle green glow of his ring announcing a new message from the Corps. They really couldn’t leave him alone, even on his birthday now, could they?

He had half a mind to pretend not to notice and go back to sleep. His last mission had been short but exhausting, leaving him completely drained. His dark circles had dark circles at this point, even though he had slept basically all day the day before, waking up only to go to the bathroom and eat half an apple and a toast.

Unfortunately for him – and fortunately for the Corps – Hal Jordan was a devoted man and an Honor Lantern so he kind of had to.

With a loud groan, he straightened a bit so he could prop his chin in his hand, not moving from his position on the bed where he was sprawled on his stomach, pillow still half under him. He had been Earth-side for barely two days, if they were expecting from him to look decent, they could fuck right off.

But when he ordered his ring to open the message, he was greeted by a short and simple: Happy birthday, Hal! Just this. It made him smile (and also breathe a bit more easily, he really didn’t want to go back to space this quickly.)

Then his ring pinged again and there was a little hologram of his fellow Green Lanterns. He could see Kilowog and Tomar, Jess and Simon. John and Kyle, the younger man grinning like a five year old as he held a notepad with a caricature of Hal drawn on it and come on Kyle, my head is not that big. There was also Guy. Who was… Hal sighed, shaking his head. Guy was harboring a shit eating grin while flipping him off. Typical.

Before going back to sleep, he sent back a simple thank you note to all of them and then, for good measure, he sent another one to Guy with a hologram of himself flipping the bird.

He swore he could hear him laugh all the way to earth. That asshole.

* * *

The second time he woke up, around three o’clock in the afternoon, Hal felt a lot less like a zombie. He probably still had a few hours of sleep to catch up on but it was nothing he couldn’t survive without. He had to be up in a couple of hours for monitor duty anyway, so might as well wake up a bit earlier and enjoy some peace before going back to work.

There was a little cardboard box on his kitchen counter when he emerged from the shower, with a fancy little ribbon and a card. He didn’t even need to open the card to know who it was.

Firstly, because Carol was the only one, with Barry, who had a spare key to his apartment in case he had an emergency call from the Corps and, secondly, because it just had her name written all over it. He recognized the design on the box being from that fancy French bakery close to her apartment and knew that when he would open it, he’d find a generous slice of their famous lemon meringue pie.

He ate it in silence with some coffee, responding to the different birthday wishes he had received. Some were from Tom and a bunch of coworkers. There were also several audio messages from his nephew and niece trying to figure out how to work around the feature until their parents probably had had enough and had decided to take family photos instead. Six in total, all of them blurry. But at least Hal could somehow guess what was written on the sign his niece was holding. It made him laugh and he decided to call his brother, just to tease him.

They ended up talking for a while. It felt good, this small bit of normalcy.

* * *

Hal was on his way for the monitor room, two cups of coffee in hands, when he heard someone call his name. Ah. He had hoped no one would catch him before monitor duty. He was already on the brink of running late and god knew Batman disliked lateness. But hey, after all it was his birthday.

“Hal! Hang on!”

He turned around just when Clark arrived at his level. The other man was smiling widely at him, holding a small plate with a cupcake on it in his big hands and looking like an oversized golden retriever puppy.

“Lois made enough cupcakes for an army because she was bored at home yesterday – I’m starting to think that forced leave really wasn’t our boss’ greatest idea but anyway. She told me to bring it here for everyone,” he said before Hal could even ask anything. “There’s a whole plate in the lounge but with Barry around I thought I’d give you one for your birthday before he wolfs them down.”

He snorted at that because, honestly, that was fair. Because of his powers, Barry was basically a walking stomach and everybody knew he had a giant sweet tooth.

“Thanks, Clark.”

“You’re welcome. And happy birthday!” he said, floating away.

Hal had given up on trying to balance the plate and his two cups in his hands, using a construct instead, when Dinah pounced on him, quickly followed by Oliver and Barry. She was the first one to hug him, kissing his cheek gently.

“Happy birthday, hot stuff.”

“Thanks, Di.”

“Hal, my man! Happy birthday!” Oliver shouted before squishing Hal’s cheek between two big, callous hands, not even waiting for Dinah to be out of his arms.

In retrospect, he should have expected it – it was Oliver after all, the guy didn’t know what “inhibition” meant – but, he couldn’t stop his eyes from going wide as saucers as the blond placed a resounding kiss right on his lips.

“So? How’s that for a birthday present?” he asked, smug, earning himself an eye roll from both Barry and Dinah.

“That was my present?”

“Yes. Wonderful isn’t?”

“Truly. I’m delighted. Such a generous present.”

“I’m a generous man.”

“So charitable.”

All eyes turned on Barry.

“Was that sarcasm, Bear?”

The speedster fixed Oliver with a blank stare. He looked even more exasperated than usual, which made Hal snicker. People assumed way too often that Barry was a goody two shoes but Hal had witnessed firsthand how quick witted he really was. “A snarky little shit” Oliver had called him once. And he was right.

“Happy birthday, Harold,” Barry said after a few seconds of silent judgement, opening his arms to embrace Hal.

He returned the hug good heartedly.

“Bear, you can’t wish me happy birthday and then call me Harold. That’s not legal, buddy.”

“Just say thank you.”

Hal simply squeezed him one last time before letting him go, winking at the group as he started to walk down the corridor again.

“Gotta go. Don’t want Bats to be mad at me on my birthday.”

“Like that would bother you!”

“Well yes, actually,” he almost said but he didn’t want to spend the next thirty minutes explaining to Oliver why so he pretended he hadn’t heard.

Truth was, Hal and Bruce were friends. Good friends, even. Recently, the pilot had even caught himself hoping for them to become more than that. They still had disagreements of course, they were both stubborn but they were past that now. Most of the time, it felt more like some weird kind of aggressive flirting than a real fight.

Hal enjoyed the other man’s company, especially now that he was comfortable enough with him to talk about more personal matters, like his family and boy did Bruce had things to say about the weird little clique that was his family. The fond look on his face just made it all the more worth it.

He cherished those hours spent together on the Watchtower, sometimes wishing they could do this outside of their hero work. Maybe he could pretend to need help on the Javelin’s new update to see him. She needed one and the only other person who knew her as well as Hal did was Bruce. He could buy him dinner too.

Sounds like a plan, he thought, entering the monitor room.

Bruce was already there, of course. His cowl was pulled back like every time when they were paired up, his hair looking ridiculously good even mussed. The man was always so effortlessly pretty, it was revolting.

“You’re late, Jordan.”

He didn’t even glance in Hal’s direction but it wasn’t like he needed to check that it was him.

“Better late than never, Spooks.”

That earned him a huff and then he saw Bruce slide a cup of coffee towards him on the desk.

Oh.

“It’s probably cold now.”

Lukewarm was probably more accurate – Hal wasn’t that late. But he refrained from mentioning it to the other man, instead grabbing the two still steaming cups from his tray construct and handing his to Bruce.

“I thought about preparing some too, so lucky us, I guess.”

He smirked at the Bat, oddly proud when Bruce smiled back, even just slightly.

“Miss Lane’s?” Bruce asked, nodding in direction of his construct while taking a sip of his coffee.

Hal looked back at the still floating, green glowing tray and reached out to retrieve the plate Clark had given him.

“Yep. Wanna share? It was your birthday yesterday after all. And happy belated birthday. By the way.”

It wasn’t lost on Hal that he had completely forgotten to even text him for his birthday but, like he had said, better late than never. He knew it probably hadn’t bothered Bruce, maybe hadn’t even registered with him that Hal hadn’t said anything but it sure did bother the pilot that he had forgotten. Bruce smiled again anyway, something small and secretive. Something just for him to see. Hal could feel an unusual blush creep up his cheeks.

“No, thank you,” Bruce said, turning back towards the screens in front of them, the cup Hal had given him cradled in his gauntleted hands. “Clark actually flew all the way to Gotham yesterday to bring us some. I left it for the kids. Too sweet.”

Hal had to laugh at that.

“Says the guy who takes his coffee with a metric ass load of sugar and cream in it.”

“I’m full of surprises.”

Bruce side-eyed him, half hiding a smirk behind the rim of his cup and Hal laughed again.

They focused on the monitors after that, a companionable silence between them, and Hal regretted not sleeping those two extra hours earlier. He could feel the bone deep tiredness take over him after a mere half an hour, his body sagging in his chair and relaxing into it despite his best efforts to stay alert.

He was nodding off, barely even conscious anymore, when he felt Bruce take his cup from his lax fingers.

“Idiot,” he heard him whisper and Hal wanted to retort something but he was too far gone to even form a coherent thought at this point.

Then he felt fingers graze his forehead, brushing away wild strands of hair, followed by a pair of slightly chapped lips pressing there. He automatically leaned into the gentle touch, sighing long and deep. The lips stayed there a second longer, lingering and warming up his skin, his whole body.

Hal wanted to wake up, to say something cheeky or, even better, just kiss Bruce. Properly. On the lips. Like he had been longing to do. But all he managed was a weak little whine as he turned his head towards the other man.

“Happy birthday, Jordan,” was the last thing he heard before drifting off completely.

(A few seconds later. Training room. Watchtower.

“Hey, Ollie?”

“What is it, Barry?”

“I think I just saw Bruce kiss Hal.”

“WHAT?!”)

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