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I want your help deciding which story I should post on September 1st.

Each story occurs on the first day of term.

I enjoyed writing my Theo soulmate story last year and I cannot wait to write this year's.

Option #1:

Character: Dean Thomas

Summary: Seventh comes around, students are forced to return to Hogwarts. Seamus hands you a note from your best friend and secret crush, Dean Thomas. A note explaining his absence and maybe an ill timed confession.

Option #2:

Character: Bill Weasley

Summary: Charlie Weasley is your best friend. Your ride or die. Bill Weasley is his older brother and your crush. What happens when you steal one of his old jumpers and wear it on the train back to school?

Option #3:

Character: Draco Malfoy

Summary: When two best friends get sorted into different houses, what will happen? Will Draco abandon you or will he surprise you and remain by your side?

Option #4:

Character: Neville Longbottom

Summary: Neville returns to Hogwarts as the newly appointed Herbology professor. You return as the new matron in training, working under Madam Pomfrey.

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Harry Potter x Longbottom!Reader

Tags: fluff, pregnant reader, disagreement over baby names, minor hate for Snape and Dumbledore

Summary: With the due date rapidly approaching, you and Harry discuss baby names.

A/n: I got this idea from someone on here, but instead of Longbottom reader, it was Wolfstar reader. I lost who posted that hit the credit is to them!

Baby Names

The chair rocks slowly as James snores quietly in your arms. The not so little boy in your arms, the identical twin to your husband, has been glued to your side more than usual. Ever since he heard the news that he was going to be a big brother, James has clung to you like a baby sloth.

Leaning down, you press a kiss to his mop of black hair. “Baby names?” You ask, resting your head against the back of the rocking chair. Harry suggested earlier as your small family made their way into the nursery that you should start thinking about baby names. Harry looks up from the scattered pieces of the crib he insists he can put together by himself. “Hermione asked when we had lunch last Wednesday if we had started thinking about baby names. So it got me thinking and I wanted to talk to you.” Harry says, pushing up his glasses. “And we know that he will come quicker than we believe.” You nod, ignoring the wave of sexual desire pulse through your veins as Harry pushes sleeves up his forearms. One thing about this pregnancy that both you and Harry love is the hormones raging. You were constantly dragging him into the bedroom or really any room that gives you the slightest privacy to ravish your husband.

“What about Remus?” You ask, distracting your mind away from your husband’s sinful arms. Harry shakes his head as he screws the railing into the headboard. “As much as I would love to, I would rather save his name for Teddy to use if he decides to have kids.” You nod, pushing off the ground to rock the chair. Teddy, your favorite godson, is currently at Andromeda’s house for the weekend. He stays with you most of the time, as Andromeda says its for the best. Claims she’s too old to be raising a young boy. Harry and you protest that idea, but accept her descion. So you always make sure he gets to spend time with her whenever he wants.

“What about Albus Severus?” Your feet plant on the floor, stopping the chair rocking. Ice chills through your veins. “Albus Severus?” You spat, causing Harry to look up from the crib, green eyes widened with worry. “W-well, I mean, they are two of the bravest men I know.” You scoffs, the icy feeling melting into red hot anger. “You mean the man who left you in an extremely abusive home and put you through hell each year just for you to die. Or the man who tortured and bullied you year after year just because who your father is.” Harry sputters as he drops the screwdriver. “T-thats.” You shake your head, holding your spare hand that wasn't holding James. “Please just listen to me.” Harry nods, lips sealing shut as he swallows his argument. “Harry I love you. I love you more than all the magic in the world. You are the better half of my soul Harry James Potter, but if you try to name our son after a man that bullied my brother relentlessly, I will leave. Pansy and Neville have promised me a room if you ever act like a pompous ass. I haven’t had to use that offer in the six years we have been together. Please.”

Harry crawls across the floor, stopping in front of your knees. His hands slide up from your ankles to your baby bump. “Love please calm down. We won’t. I promise there is no reason to feed me to Parkinson.” You nod, placing your hands on top of his. “O-okay.”

A flutter in your stomach causes you to jump. “What? Are you alright? Is the baby?” You cup Harry’s cheek, the corner of your lips turning up. “Everything is good. Your son just likes the sound of your voice.” Harry's green eyes slowly trail down to your stomach. “He does?” Harry whispers. You giggle, eyes watering. You press a kiss to James’ head, heart bursting with joy. Harry looks up, eyes trailing over your sleeping son before meeting yours. “What about Frank?” Tears trail down your cheeks. “You want to name him..” Harry nods, standing up. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “After your dad, yeah. He’s a hero.”

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Hii! I commented on ur post asking u to tag me in ur sirius x reader fic that ur working on! Thank you so much!

Two Hearts Beating as One

Sirius Black x gn!reader

WC: 1k

CW: reader had a bad family situation, much like Sirius; allusions to physical, emotional, and verbal abuse (all in the past); reader is frightened by a storm; hurt/comfort; fluff; best friends in love

Summary: After you have a nightmare, you run to Sirius for comfort

a/n: So glad you were excited to read this! I hope it's okay that I've used your message as the tag! Happy reading :)

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You bolt upright in bed, your father’s screams still ringing in your ears and your mother’s bruising grip still tingling on your wrist. Your breaths are heavy and shallow, stuttering in your chest weakly. Hot tears spill down your face but you barely notice them in your panic. Thunder booms in the sky and you flinch, a low whimper escaping your lips. 

“Fuck.”

You shove your blankets off of you- what was once comforting warmth now hot suffocation- and wrap your arms tight around your knees. It was just a nightmare. Your mind knows that but your body doesn’t, still in fight or flight mode. You dig your nails into your skin, trying to use pain to distract yourself from your all-consuming anxiety. 

Another clap of thunder shakes Potter Manor and you squeak, scrambling out of bed and down the hall. You don’t really know where you’re going until you end up in front of Sirius’ door. It stares down at you intimidatingly, as if judging you for being scared of thunderstorms and ghosts. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat. What were you thinking coming here? Sirius needs his rest, and he certainly doesn’t want to be woken up to comfort you like a trembling child. You’re basically an adult now. This is all ridiculous.

BOOM! More thunder rattles the home and you jump ten feet into the air.

“Screw it,” you murmur under your breath, knocking on the door rapidly. 

A muffled groan sounds from behind the solid oak and a soft thump before you hear the pattering of bare feet across the hardwood floor. The door squeals open to reveal a handsomely disheveled Sirius, hair perfectly mussed and eyes heavy with sleep. Minor annoyance graces his features and a pang of guilt zaps your stomach. 

“I’m sorry I-”

When he processes that it’s you on the other side of the door his face softens. Upon seeing your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, however, it twists into an expression of worry and concern.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Sirius coos softly, tugging you into his room.

“I, I feel bad for waking you I just. I had a nightmare about my parents and- and I didn’t know where else to go!” you stutter, voice tight with guilt and fear. 

The raven-haired boy hums understandingly and shushes your apologies, “oh, come here, love. You’re alright now. I’ve got you.”

He extends his arms and you collapse into them, sobs escaping your body as you tremble aggressively in his hold. Carefully Sirius walks the both of you towards his bed, pulling you down into the sheets so that he can tug you closer. One arm wraps around your waist while his other hand rubs soothing circles into your back.

“It was just a nightmare. You’re safe now here at the Potter’s. Here with me.”

The storm rages on in the background but you notice it less wrapped up in Sirius- his arms, his scent, his hot breath on your neck, and his comforting words. 

“It felt so real,” you choke out, “I swear I could feel my mother’s hands and my father’s shouts.”

Your best friend squeezes you tighter, his breath hitching.

You pull away to look at him, his gray eyes stormy like the weather outside, “what?”

“I hate how they treated you. Merlin, it makes me so angry. You’re everything and they treated you like-” his voice cracks and your stomach flips.

You brush your nose against his, catching his attention, because your arms are occupied by his embrace, “hey, it’s okay. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, hm?”

Sirius’ eyes dart between yours sadly, “it shouldn’t have to be that way. They’re your parents. Parents are supposed to love us- you.”

You know that he’s not just thinking about you but also himself. The two of you share incredibly similar family situations. When you’d realized that fact way back in first year, the two of you had become inseparable- pillars of light for one another in a whole lot of darkness. Hurried letters written back and forth in the dark of the night kept you both sane on holidays. And when you’d receive angry rants from your parents by owl during the school year, a simple squeeze of the hand would soothe the other. You shared a deeper understanding with one another- a sort of bond that could not simply be called friendship. At some point for you those feelings had gone deeper, deeper than whatever you two shared, to love. You love Sirius because of his flaws and strengths, because of the hurt and grief, and also because of moments like this- warm and vulnerable.

“Our parents may not love us, but I love you, Sirius, so, so much.”

He smiles softly and squeezes your hip gently, “I love you too.”

You wonder if he means it in the way you do.

“Thank you for being here for me.”

Sirius kisses your brow and murmurs against your skin, “don’t thank me. I like to take care of you. I want to take care of you.”

“But you don't have to,” you protest. 

He interrupts you with a click of tongue, “stop for a second and use those pretty ears of yours, gorgeous. I don’t have to, sure, but I want to.”

Your eyes scan his face searching for any trace of dishonesty, but you find none, “why?”

Sirius presses his forehead against yours so that your lips are inches apart, “such a silly question, sweetheart. You know why.”

Your breath hitches; is he implying what you think or maybe-

“Don’t let that head of yours twist my words. It’s exactly as it sounds.”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach at his confession and you smile warmly. There’s no need for clarification with Sirius. Just like always, you read between the lines of the words unsaid.

“Good.”

“Good.”

Then, he tugs you as close as possible so that you can rest your head on his chest. You fall asleep to the sound of his heart, beating in time with yours.

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Fuegoleon Vermillion x Reader

Summary: A quiet moment spent in the kitchen during a lively party.

Tags: established relationship, fluff, reader washing dishes, birthday party, Vermillion family is canonically loud

A/n: It's the captain of the Crimson Lions birthday!

Birthday Boy

In a house full of people bursting with energy, you find comfort in the kitchen, washing the dishes. You love your family truly but sometimes they can be a bit much. Your husband and his family are some of the kindest people you know. They are also some of the wildest people you know. So when your husband's family comes to visit, sometimes you just need a little quiet time.

Arm wrap around your waist as copper hair falls over your shoulder. “What are you doing love?” Fuegoleon’s rich deep voice rumbles in your ear. You home, rinsing the cup you knew Mereoleona almost shattered in an argument with her youngest brother. “What does it look like?” Fuegoleon squeezes your hip. “Dishes. Yet for the life of me I cannot figure out why my magnificent wife is doing them.”

A quiet giggle falls from your pouty lips as he turns you around. Fuegoleon reaches behind you, grabbing the yellow towel from the counter. “Needed a moment?” You nod as he gently dries your hand. Fuegoleon always understands. He gets how overwhelming his family can be. “Yeah, did you miss me?”

His free hand cups your chin thumb brushing over your cheek. “Always.” Leaning up on your tiptoes, you quickly peck his chapped lips. “Every second of every day I will always miss you when you're not by my side.” He pulls back, a smile stretching across his face. “Fuego.” You barely whisper before his lips are back on yours, the hand resting on your chin slides down to the back of your neck.

“How is my favorite birthday boy doing?” You mumble, breathlessly as Fuegoleon rests his forehead against yours. “Is there another one here I don't know about?” You roll your eyes, pushing him away. “Fuego..” You whine, pushing him away. Fuegoleon chuckles, pulling you back by your hip. “This is the best birthday yet. All thanks to you.” You shake your head, wanting to protest but knows it's futile to argue with him. “I love you.” Your hands slide up his chest, stopping above his heart. A wistful tugs at your lips. “I love you as well. Happy birthday Fuegoleon.”

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Houston we have a problem.

I'm thinking about it

Don’t think about Spencer recording himself reciting children’s books for his baby while she’s still in his wife’s womb. Don’t think about him being incarcerated and missing the birth. Don’t think about his wife playing the recordings to the baby in the womb to get her to stop kicking, or when she’s out and won’t settle down (while he’s away on cases). Don’t think about the baby not stopping kicking or crying until she hears Spencer start to recite Goodnight, Moon.

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I want your help deciding which story I should post on September 1st.

Each story occurs on the first day of term.

I enjoyed writing my Theo soulmate story last year and I cannot wait to write this year's.

Option #1:

Character: Dean Thomas

Summary: Seventh comes around, students are forced to return to Hogwarts. Seamus hands you a note from your best friend and secret crush, Dean Thomas. A note explaining his absence and maybe an ill timed confession.

Option #2:

Character: Bill Weasley

Summary: Charlie Weasley is your best friend. Your ride or die. Bill Weasley is his older brother and your crush. What happens when you steal one of his old jumpers and wear it on the train back to school?

Option #3:

Character: Draco Malfoy

Summary: When two best friends get sorted into different houses, what will happen? Will Draco abandon you or will he surprise you and remain by your side?

Option #4:

Character: Neville Longbottom

Summary: Neville returns to Hogwarts as the newly appointed Herbology professor. You return as the new matron in training, working under Madam Pomfrey.

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in case you are living under a rock, don’t use AI to write your works!!! writing is hard but it’s so rewarding. getting to create something of your own is truly beautiful, don’t be lazy and use a tool that essentially steals from other writers creativity

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Event ends Friday so please send in any more requests🩵🩵

Cassie's 300 Follower Celebration

Hey👋🏻

Welcome to my 300 follower celebration. I have been looking forward to this since my last celebration. Can you believe it's only been 2 months since I hit 200 followers.

Once again thank you all so so much. This is for each and every single one of you who has followed, liked, or even reblogged any of my stories. You give me so much joy motivation to write.

I love you all so very much. Remember to take care of yourself and hydrate.

Event is open from 07-21 to 08-08

Good morning/afternoon/evening, welcome to Thermopolium Cassiopeae.

Here is the menu. Please look over it and decide what you would like. I will give you a few moments to decide. Once you are ready, place your order. Remember to pick a starter and an entree. If you would like something extra, don't forget to look at our dessert menu.

Please enjoy yourself and I will be right over if you need absolutely anything. Thank you so much.

Thank you so much for your order. The chef will have it out in just a few.

In the mean time while you wait, if you would like to get to know the chef, here are a few questions.

Meals prepared so far (Masterlist)

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Okay so I loved it and now I'm mad cuz I have to wait until NEXT December for Doomsday

Has anyone seen the new fantastic four?

Is it any good or no?

My cousin and I are going to watch it tonight

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all i can think about for ur celebration is fake dating lowk enemies to lovers but not really in a wedding setting with sirius.. like imagine they must fake date to attend a wedding but they despise each other. the tension, the jealousy, the yearning. also congrats <333

Tags: Jily wedding, best man Sirius, maid of honor reader, Sirius and reader don't like each other, dance scene, kiss scene, probably a poorly written kiss scene, happy ending, matchmaker Jily

A/n: Thank you so much for your order! I had so much fun writing this. I know you said fake date but I couldn't figure it out but I really do hope you like this!

“Everyone please direct your attention to the dance floor as the best man and maid of honor dedicates a dance to the happy couple.” The light shines directly on you, causing you to squint. Fighting the urge to shield your eyes, you take a deep breath as Sirius bows in front of you. The music starts, a familiar song playing in the background. His hand slides onto your waist as yours find its spot in his shoulder. “Ready?” Sirius whispers, lips barely moving. Taking another breath, this one shallower than the last, you nod. “As I'll ever be.”

Taking a step back, your eyes never leave Sirius’s silver eyes. “You look not hideous.” Sirius mumbles, twirling you. Scoffing, you force the smile to remain on your face. ‘Just keep smiling.’ You tell yourself. You will not allow whatever feelings you have towards this man affect your best friend's wedding. “Well fortunately for everyone here, you aren't a terrible dancer today. Haven't stepped on my toes yet anyway.” Sirius rolls his eyes, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Cheeky. Admit it. You'll miss our weekly date.” You ignore the flutter in your chest. “They were not dates. It was a dance practice that Lily and James forced upon with us with no way out.” Sirius dips you as the last note plays, hair hanging over his face. The ballroom erupts in applause and wolf whistles as Sirius brings you back up. Your arms fall to your side as your eyes lock onto Lily's, who gives you a knowing smile. As if she knew the storm brewing in your mind. As if she could hear the thoughts from her spot at the sweetheart table. “You alright birdie?” Sirius asks, hand cupping the back of your elbow. Eyes dart across the ballroom, lights flashing too brightly, voices echoing in too loudly. “I have… I need..” Spinning on your heel, you race out of the dance floor, shoving the door open. “How did this happen?”

It was during second year you met your best friend, Lily Evans. Slughorn paired the two of you up for a single project and from that moment, the two of you were inseparable. From sleepovers in each other's tower to baking in the kitchens, the two of you were together. You have always considered yourself lucky enough to watch as Lily grew from the nervous twelve year old to a radiant, intelligent woman she is today. You watched as she fell in love, first with magic and the wizarding world. Then with James Potter, the loud, chaotic yet extremely loyal boy. Quickly becoming friends, you and James bonded over your shared love of quidditch and the for you both loved. Being friends with James also meant getting to know the rest of the Marauders. Remus was an easy friend, the one you go to whenever you needed to someone to talk to. Peter was the crafty one, even teaching you new tips that his mum taught him.

The last marauder and the only one you could stand, Sirius Black. The two of you were like oil and water. Never mixing properly. When asked why, Sirius would simply scoff and claim you were a prude that didn't know how to have fun even if the book in your hand with instructions. When asked the same question, you said he was reckless and constantly using others for his latest emotional fix. The day Lily asked you to be her maid of honor, you cried twice. Once because you couldn't believe she wanted you to stand beside her on her special day. Second because James asked Sirius to be his best man.

Nine months prior to the wedding, Lily called you to invite you for dinner. She claimed maid of honor duties so you couldn't deny it. As you arrived, Sirius was parking his motorcycle. “What are you doing here?” He snaps, as you climb out of your car. You roll your eyes, walking up the driveway. “Lily invited me over to dinner. Safe to say, James invited you?” Sirius nods, as the door opens. “Look at the two of you being civil.”

Dinner finishes peacefully and the four of you retire to the living room. “So what did the two of you want?” James smirks. “What do you mean?” Sirius frowns, leaning forward from his spot on the armchair. “You called best man duties. And I assume she called maid of honor duties.” You nod, taking a second to realize he was talking to you. The couple sighs, giving up their facade. “We want the two of you to dance at the wedding.” So despite your countless arguments, every Wednesday night you and Sirius would meet up either at your house or Sirius’s flat to practice the routine. After many grueling hours spent in each other's arms, the two of you perfected the routine and built something between the two of you. And it wasn't just dance compatibility.

The cool crisp September air crashes into you like a wave as you walk into the garden. “Where are you going?” Sirius snaps, his jacket rustling as he follows you. Wincing, you wish for anyone to come and rescue you. Your heart races as the grass crunches under his rapidly approaching footsteps. He wasn't supposed to follow you. He was supposed to go flirt with some random girl inside. “Away from you. Thought that was obvious.” You throw over your shoulder, stepping into the gazebo. Fairy lights adorn the ceiling, making it look like a scene out of romantic comedy. “Don't be so dramatic. Red will kill me if I let you run off by yourself.” Sirius teases, standing beside you. His arm brushes yours, sending a tingle through your arm. The air between you is tense, charged with something you didn't want to allow yourself to think about.

Groaning, you reach down, undoing the strap on your heel. “Bloody heels. Curse the man who made these.” Your eyes widen as Sirius kneels onto the ground, taking your foot in hand and setting it on his knee. “Fuck off Black. I can do it myself.” Sirius chuckles, sliding the shoe off before placing your foot back dow. “You know you look sexy as hell when you are pissed at me.” He grabs your other foot, placing it on his knee. “I mean that look does something to a man. I mean did you ever expect me to be on one knee.”

The corner of your mouth tugs upwards. You did have to admit the sight truly did something to you. After taking the other heel off, Sirius stand up, finger trailing up your side, stopping at the ends of your hair. The other rests on the railing behind you. “S-siri?” You mumble, the cool outdoor air doing nothing to simmer the fire burning inside. His silver eyes flicker down to your lips. “Fuck it.”

Sirius crashes into you, lipa capturing yours. He swallows your gasp as he cages you against the railing. Sirius kisses you hurriedly, as if he's anticipating you to push him. Your hands hover a over his chest, aching to touch him but if you did, you know you would never stop. Sirius pulls back, am apprehensive look on his perfectly sculpted face. A look you have only seen once. The only time you were in his dorm room when his mother sent him a letter. “Was..is this?” Your fingers curl into his jacket, pulling him into another kiss. “I hate you.” You mumble, lips brushing against his. Sirius laughs, so full of life as he leaves a path down your neck. Placing one last kiss to your shoulder, Sirius stands up, a proud grin spreads across your face, so wide you were certain his cheeks ached. His eye twinkles like the night sky above. “I love you too birdie.”

Bonus:

James reaches under the table, squeezing his wife's thigh as he watches him best mate chase after the girl. The same girl he whispers for in his sleep since fourth year. “Oh how I love how your mind works, my clever wife.” Lily giggles, leaning into James’s side. “I love you too.”

Lily looks back to the door, with the same smile she gave you moments ago. She knew the hidden desires that her two friends fought relentlessly for years. She sighs, before shaking her head. “Its about time those two finally got together.”

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Hi! Congrats on 300 followers. I’ve been reading your coffee date fic of gaara and I love it to this day reading back to it <- which tysm for bringing his lovely self on my feed!!! 🥹

You have a lil menu…I’d love to order a gaara starter with a Halloween entree, please (I’m ready to decorate)!

And may I get a side of a gender neutral baker if possible? Bit of a sucker for the super x civilian dynamic (shinobi are STRONG strong…But this is a whole kage the reader caught)

Tags: established relationship, secret relationship, reader owns a bakery, pumpkin spice cupcakes lol, poor Kankuro is confused, gn reader

A/n: Thank you so much for joining us! I had so much fun writing this. I am so happy to hear you enjoyed Coffee Date. Gaara is my favorite character from Naruto.

Humming along to the radio playing the kitchen, you place the last tray of your brand new fall themed cupcakes into the display case. Along with your signature skeleton cookies and your spooky jack-o'-lantern, you decided to try a new fall flavor: pumpkin spice.

The door opens, pulling your attention away from the clipboard. Your eyes widen as the Kazekage and his older brother and advisor, Kankuro walk into your little bakery. The older boy stroll right up to your display case, joy spreading throughout his face as if it was his first time here. “Looks so good. What are those?” Kankuro asks, finger smudging the glass. A soft smile tugs at the corner of your mouth.

“Those are pumpkin spice cupcakes. A recipe I learned from a friend in Konoha. Even had all the spices shipped from over there.” Kankuro smiles, pleading for one. You box it up along with his usual Thursday morning order: a cinnamon roll and two chocolate chip cookies.

Looking behind the puppet master, you ignore the way your heart rate speeds up as you lock eyes with the quiet Kazekage. “And for you, Lord Kazekage?” Gaara huffs, rolling his eyes as he steps up to the counter. “How many times have I told you not to call me that?” Kankuro’s eyes widen at the casual tone in his little brother's voice. “Wait how do the two of you know each other?” Gaara smirks, causing Kankuro to lose his mind. He gasp, eyes wide as saucers. “Wait are you- are they?” Kankuro stutters, his black eyes darting between the two of you. Gaara glares at his brother, clearly annoyed by his questions.

“Apologies. My brother doesn't know how to behave properly in public. Who knows why I allowed him to become my advisor.” You giggle, shaking your head. “Enough about him. How are you darling?” Kankuro’s jaw drops at the pet name but you ignore him, focusing on the handsome man who occupies your mind on a daily basis. “I am alright. Been busy trying to perfect this new recipe. Would you like to try one?” He nods. You watch anxiously from your side of the counter as he takes a bite. Time slowed as you waited any reaction. “You made this?” You nod, fingers twisting in your apron. “Thats-” Gaara takes another bite, him pulling from his throat. “Its delicious.” You titter, fingers trailing up to the back of your neck. “Is it rea-” Gaara holds up his hand, stopping you. “Please don't finish that question. How many times have I told you I won't say anything I don't mean.” Kankuro stumbles backwards, leaning against the table. “What is happening?”

Gaara reaches over the counter, thumb brushing over your chin. “G-gaara?” You breathe, eyes never leaving his. “Flour. On your chin.” Nodding, you tear your eyes away, focusing on the display case between you. “Is there- is there anything else you want?” Gaara shakes his head, taking a step backwards. “Tonight?” You nod, understanding what he was asking. Almost every night after he finishes the mountain of paperwork, he would come over. Sometimes it was just to talk or even just to sleep. Even way, you have never found someone you felt so safe to be around. “Tonight.”

Gaara turns, focusing on his brother. “Let's go Kankuro.” The puppet master glares at his brother. “Are you seriously not going to tell me what's going on?” The deadpan expression never wavers, giving him his answer. Understanding he hit a brick wall, he turns to you. “Are you going to explain?” You hold back a smile. “I figured that you would have known seeing how you are his advisor. The Kazekage occasionally goes into businesses to check in his citizens.” Kankuro stomps his foot like a petulant child. “Come Kankuro. We must be going.” Gaara orders, walking out of the scope. “Wait! Why did I have to pay but not you! Its not fair!” You giggle, grabbing a rag. You walk around the counter, cleaning the greasy finger prints off of the glass. “Tonight.”

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Tags: meet cute, modern au, Golden Dawn is a bakery, Asta being his loud obnoxious self, fluff

A/n: Again thank you so much. I really do hope you like it! @cupcaketeddybehr

Meet for the first time/bakery

“Trust me. This place is the best. Yuno, do you remember him right? He works here.” You sigh as Asta pulls drags you down the side. If you remember correctly, Asta was talking about a bakery. “Here we are.”

Its a small quaint shop, vines hanging over the brick wall. Peaking over the side, you were certain you saw a root of possibly a tree. Before you could take a proper look, Asta throws open the door.

“Hey Specs!” He shouts, causing your shoulders to hunch. Asta is a loud, obnoxiously loud person where as you were the exact opposite. Someone so quiet that most people forgot was there. “Thats not my name. How many times do I have to tell you that?” Asta laughs, slapping his hands on the marble counter. “The usual Specs.” The man with the light blue hair rolls his eyes, clearly holding back a laugh. “What about you?” Asta asks, bringing both of their attentions on to you. You freeze in your spot, heart racing.

Your eyes flicker from the menu to the man in front of you. “Can I- um Asta what do you recommend?” He laughs wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Get anything you want. I'm paying for it.” You sigh, realizing that he would be absolutely zero help. “What do-” the arm drops around you as Asta spots someone across the bakery. “Yuno!” He shouts, waving his arm wildly. “Be right back. Pick whatever you want.” Asta says before leaving you alone at the counter.

Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to focus on the menu and not the handsome man waiting patiently for you to order. “What do you suggest um..” You stutter, realizing you don't know his name. He chuckles pointing at his name tag. “Name's Klaus. And personally I like the muffins.” He leans forward as if he had a secret to tell. “Especially the chocolate chip.” You nod, ordering one of them as well as a loaf of bread to take home. You reach into your purse before you hear him tsk. “Don't think about it doll. Asta is paying.” You frown, hand resting against your hip. “I am a grown adult. I can pay for myself. Besides he's not even paying attention.” Klaus shrugs. “I also know how annoying he will be if I let you pay. So please do me a favor and just let him pay for it.” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. “Fine but only this time. Next time I am paying for myself.” Klaus smirks. “Maybe, maybe not. Who knows maybe I'll pay for you next time. I do have a pretty decent employee discount.” Your eyes dart away as a blush covers your cheeks, his words setting a flutter to your stomach. “That- that isn't necessary.” Klaus slides the muffin across the counter. “Enjoy doll. I'll have your bread ready by the time the two of you leave.”

Joining Asta and his friend Yuno at the table, you attempt to focus on the conversation. You truly did try but your brain could only focus on one thing. Pinching off a small bite, You practically moan as the chocolate melts on your tongue. You glance at the counter, finding Klaus leaning against it. A wash rag in one hand slowly wiping the counter as his magenta eyes study you across the room with a faint smile. You duck your head down, cheeks blushing ferociously. “Are your cheeks so red?” Asta shouts, a slight panic tone in his voice. You wish you could dig yourself a hole and hide it. “Are you sick?”

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Hi babes!!! Congrats on 300!

Can I get one with our baby James with insecurity?? Maybe soulmates if it works but if not that’s fine!

Congrats and I hope you’re having a good day, my love 💖

Tags: soulmate, insecurity, the first words your soulmate says to you is on your arm, frat house, sorority house, modern au, hurt/comfort

A/n: First off, hi!! I swear I almost had a heart attack when I saw you pop up in my notifications. I mean, you wanted a story from me. Siriusly fan girling lol. Since we got that out of the way, thank you so much. I love soulmate stories so much and I am so glad you requested that. I really hope you like it. Thank you again. Ilysm🩵

Fixing his collar, James sighs. The words on his arm taunts him, an endless reminder that he still hasn't found his soulmate. His soul craves to find its other half but a small part of them fears it. Wow you really are an arse James Potter. Why would his soulmate call him that the first time they met? Was he really that bad?

A knock on his door pulls him from his downward spiral. “Prongs hurry up. Everyone is arriving.” James scans himself over in the mirror, nodding and approval. “Prongs!” Yanking his sleeve down, James throws open the door with an easy smile. “Calm down Pads, I'm right here.”

The living room was filled with friends yet Remus bounced on his toes becoming the butt of most jokes. “Moony is in love.” Marlene teases, enjoying the flash of envy in Sirius's eyes. “I am not, Marls.” Remus says exasperated. “She is just a friend.” A small ping draws Remus's attention back to his phone, his brown eyes light up reading the notification. “She's here.” James and Sirius follows him to the door, nearly colliding into Remus as he stops abruptly in front of the door. “Now remember do not crowd her. I had to beg her on my knees for her to come. So do not ruin this for me.” Remiss growls, eyeing his two best mates. He loves these two, but he also knows how they can be. Sirius huffs, mumbling how Remus never gets on his knees for him. James simply claps Remus on the arm, swearing he will behave.

Remus swings open the door, be me as a person swing nervously on their wooden front porch. The quiet girl from Slytherin, the pretentious sorority full girls who come from Rich families. In other words, a house full of spoiled brats. How did Moony become friends with someone like this? “Oh it's you.” James sighs, shoulders dropping as disappointment etches across his features. Your eyes light up with fury, your jaw clenches. “Wow you really are an arse, James Potter.” You look back at Remus, apologizing quietly with spinning on your heel and leaving. Time slows as Remus turn, a razor sharp glare piercing straight through James’s head. “Seriously jeans I asked you for one thing.” He snaps, storming back inside the house. “Wow mate.” Sirius claps him on his shoulder. “Deal with Moony. Don't worry about the snake. Not like you'll be seeing her again.”

James’s eyes flutter open as his alarms under his pillow. His lips as he puts on his glasses. Blinking, his eyes follow their usual routine as a trail over his car. The words flash in his mind, this time voice over by your voice instead of his own. James sits up, glasses flying off of his face from the speed, the blanket cooling around his bare waist. “Fucking hell.” He whispers, dragging his hand along his face. “I really done it this time.”

A week passed before your paths crossed again. Bodies collide as James reach out steadying the other person’s shoulders. “Sorry lo-.” His voice cuts off, realizing it was you who he ran into. “Um hi.” You roll your eyes. “You can let go of me now.” His palms sweat under your distasteful tone as his hands slide down your arms. “S-sorry. Ho-how are you?” You shake your head, taking a step back. “No need for pleasantries, Potter. I know how you feel about me and my house. You are quite open about it.” James gulps, keep creeping up the back of his neck. “Can we- could we possibly go get coffee and talk?” You scoff as rolling your eyes. James was certain if you kept doing that they would get stuck that way. “We have absolutely nothing to talk about.” You spat and just like before you walk away. James runs his hands through his thick curls. “Fuck.”

The following month is spit chasing you, but it seems as hard as James tries, you try just as hard to evade him. If not, even harder. Flowers were sent to your sorority house every morning. Different bouquets with little notes, begging pleading for a chance. Finally Jameson gets you to talk to him. Sure he stole your number from remus's phone when he left it unlocked, but you were his soulmate. He needs to talk to you.

James: Can we talk?

You: Potter?

James: if I say yes will you block me?

You: Speak.

James: I really am sorry. I just wasn't expecting you when Remus was talking about his new friend he made in culinary. I shouldn't have so quick to judge.

A few minutes pass before his phone lights up, a new message appearing

You: I guess I can understand. But do you know how much it hurt that would be the first words my... You would say to me. That ever since I turn eighteen, that my soulmate would be disappointed that it was me.

James: I know and I am sorry. But I also understand cuz my soulmate calls me an arse the first time we met.

You: Oh

You: I guess that's fair.

James: So...

You: What?

James: Coffee?

Thirty minutes pass as James anxiously paces from one side of his room to another.

You: Meet me at the coffee shop on 2nd and Silcoft Rd at 10am.

James: What if I have a class?

You: Do you?

James: Well no.

You: Then 10 am

You: Unless you don't want to.

James smiles, shaking his head. He did not expect this to go as well as it is.

James: I'll be the devilishly handsome guy, waiting outside the door probably talking to a freaking plant cuz he's so nervous. What's your order?

You: I will get my own drink.

James: Yeah sure. We'll see about that. Goodnight.

You: 🙄 Goodnight Potter

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hi for your event, could you do shikamaru and anniversary? congrats on reaching the goal! :3

Tags: established relationship, time skip, tradition of eating wedding cake a year later, Shikamaru being husband goals

A/n: Thank you for joining! I love writing for Shikamaru. I really hope you enjoy it!!

"You have to save it.” Ino says, pointing at the top tier of your wedding cake. You share a crazed look with your husband. The word just sends a flutter to your heart. “You have to save it so you can eat it on your first anniversary.” Shikamaru scoffs, “Why?” Ino rolls her eyes. “You seriously don't know anything Shikamaru. It's supposed to bring good luck.” Seeing the tension building between the two best friends, you place your hand on top of Shikamaru's shoulder. “Don't worry Ino. We will save it.” Ino nods, chest puffing as if she had one her hardest battle yet. “Do we really have to?” You shrug. “I am certain your mother is already in the process of getting it ready.” His eyes follow yours, a groan muffled as he leans into your shoulder. “What a drag.”

Your first anniversary came faster than you expected. Sure you had your arguments, but you know everything you went through just made your relationship stronger. “So plans for today?” Shikamaru sighs. “I will go visit mom and get the cake. Then I will come home and spend every last second of the day with my wife.” He says, clearly not thrilled about eating a year old frozen cake. You giggle, leaning up to press your lips against his cheek. A small giggle falls from your lips as your lip gloss leaves a pretty pink mark. “You know it'll make her happy.” He nods, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you in between his legs. “And Ino as well.”

While Shikamaru visits his mom, you start dinner. His favorite, lasagna and homemade garlic bread. As dinner is in the oven, you run upstairs to finish getting ready. You slip into the dress Yoshino gifted you a week prior. “He'll love it. Any man will go crazy seeing their wife with their clan symbol.” You laugh nervously. “You think so?” She nods, hands falling your shoulder. “I know so, plus it's your clan now too. Remember that.”

“Where is he?” You whisper, bare feet pacing across the living room as you wait for Shikamaru to return home. It should not be taking this long for him to come back home from his mom's. Unless something happened. Luckily for you and your husband, the door creaked open as he slips inside, toeing his shoes off. “Sorry. I know I took longer than I should have. Had to pick something up.” He brings his spare hand from behind his back, showing the beautiful bouquet of flowers. Red, orange, and white carnations. You bring them up to your nose, taking a deep. “Can I see the cake?” Shikamaru shakes his head. “Mom said we should have it after dinner.” You sigh, relenting. “Thank you for the flowers. They're beautiful.”

Dishes were washed and dinner leftovers were put away in the fridge. “Cake time.” You say, forcing a smile on your face. You truly love traditions but why would anyone want to eat year old cake? Shikamaru chuckles, hands falling to your hips as his lips brush against yours. “What was that for?” Shikamaru hums. “Good luck.”

You slowly open the cake box, but to your surprise it wasn't frozen. “Wa- what is this?” You turn, as Shikamaru leans against the counter. “I know how much you hated the idea of eating the cake a year later so I talked to the bakery the day after to make sure you had a frash cake just for today.” Tears blue your vision. “What about-” Shikamaru cups your cheeks, thumb brushing away the tears spilling over “Don't cry lovely.”

“What happened to the other cake?” Shikamaru chuckles. “The trash.” Your eyes widen at his blunt honesty. “Shika-” He bends down, silencing you with another kiss. “Just don't tell mom or Ino.” You laugh, running your fingers through his hairs, sliding his hair tie out. You love him, no matter what but you loved how he looks with his hair down. “I love you.” Shikamaru smiles, hand falling to your hip as he pulls you against him, hips presses against each other. “I love you too. Happy Anniversary.”

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I saw this on tiktok and I agree 100%

I’m getting passed around like a hot potato

[ravenclaws-stuff]

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glass — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) summary: you visit your fiancé in prison. content warnings: s12 arc but no spoilers for any specifics, established relationship, some tears, spencer has bruises, sort of shy reader ? a/n: i loved writing this. i hope you enjoy this <3

You bit your lip, as you waited for the heavy doors to unlock.

The buzz finally echoed through the corridor, signaling that visiting hours had begun. You found a seat quickly, choosing one near the center. Your fingers tapped anxiously on the table before you, then drifted to the ring on your finger. You twisted it, up and down, again and again. Minutes passed like hours.

Then, finally, Spencer appeared. The grey-blue jumpsuit was something you'd sadly grown used to, but the bruises were new.

Your breath caught in your throat. You didn’t stand. There was no point, you couldn’t hug him. He hadn’t expected you. You could tell by the flicker of surprise in his eyes as they met yours. For a second, he even looked disappointed, not in you, but in the fact that you were the one who came first. He’d hoped someone else might visit first. Someone he could ask to delay you. To protect you from seeing him like this.But not all wishes can be granted.

You blinked quickly, willing your tears not to fall. You hadn’t come here to cry. Whatever had happened to him, it was already done. Your tears wouldn’t heal his wounds. They wouldn’t take away the pain. Still, you wished someone, anyone, had warned you.

"Hi," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Spencer offered you a soft smile. "Hi."

His brows pinched together gently when you didn’t meet his eyes, when your gaze drifted past him, focusing somewhere on the wall instead of his face.

"I missed you," he added after a beat, his voice slower this time, almost coaxing. He was trying to draw your eyes back to him.

"I missed you too," you replied, but your voice cracked on the last word.

He waited a few seconds before asking, gently, carefully, "Can you look at me, please?" He needed to see your eyes, his favorite part about you, truth be told. Maybe it was because they always held so much love in them. No matter what the world threw at him.

And when you finally did look, your eyes filled with tears. You saw the bruises. The one on his temple especially, yellow and green, the colors of fading pain, but pain nonetheless. That wasn't fresh. That had been there a while. Long enough to heal, but still there. Still visible. You felt sick.

"Spence, I don't—" Your eyes locked on the bruise, and your words caught in your throat. "I don’t want to cry." You looked away again, fast. Like if you didn’t see it, it wouldn’t be real. Spencer bit his bottom lip. His fingers curled slightly in his lap on the other side of the glass, aching with the need to reach out. You shook your head and corrected yourself quietly. "I don’t want you to see me cry." You tried to smile, brushing your tears away with the back of your sleeve.

"That’s okay," Spencer whispered, his voice so gentle it felt like a hand against your cheek. "I don’t mind." God, how he wished he could wipe those tears away himself. And he knew why you were trying so hard to stay composed. Not for yourself, but for him. Because you refused to add to his guilt. Because if he saw you cry, he’d blame himself more than he already did. "Suppressing emotions isn’t healthy anyway," he said softly.

You gave a watery laugh through your tears, the corners of your mouth twitching up. “Funny, coming from you.”

That made him chuckle. You looked up again, catching the soft curve of his lips as they turned into a small smile and your own expression softened in return. Spencer caught the change in you instantly, his heart lifting. It meant the world to him, seeing love in your eyes instead of just the shine of fresh tears. Even though the tears were still there, clinging to your cheeks, this was the kind of look that made him feel human again.

“You’re wearing my sweater,” Spencer said softly, nodding toward the oversized brown one hanging loosely on your frame.

You glanced down. “Yeah,” you said with a small smile, wiping at your cheeks with the edge of your sleeve. “I missed you,” you added, your voice steadier this time, though your hands clutched the sweater a little tighter. It was strange how he could be sitting right in front of you, but feel galaxies away. And yet this piece of clothing made you feel closer than the glass ever would.

Spencer looked down at his hands, twisted slightly in his lap, still bruised, before raising his eyes back to you. He remembered that sweater. How could he not?

It was the one he’d worn the first time you ever stayed over. The way you’d turned over halfway through the night, murmuring something incoherent before pressing yourself into his chest. He hadn’t slept a second. Not because he wasn’t tired, but because he was so nervous. So in awe. You were there, next to him. He remembered how you’d mumbled. “Go to sleep, you night owl,” without even opening your eyes. “You’re warm. I like this sweater,” you’d yawned before going completely still. He’d smiled so wide in that moment, it had almost hurt. He'd never felt anything like it.

Now, as your eyes met through the glass, both of you clearly remembering the same thing, you both smiled.

“How was your week?” Spencer asked.

He’d told you during your very first visit how much he loved hearing about your days, every mundane detail, every moment that reminded him of normal life. Of you. It gave him something to hold onto when the nights were long and the prison too loud. It gave him something nice to imagine when he was laying in bed alone.

You glanced down, fingers automatically toying with the ring on your hand. “I went dress fitting with Penelope,” you said, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

Spencer’s eyes widened instantly. “You found something?”

You nodded, eyes glistening again. “Yeah,” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I found a wedding dress.”

You reached up and touched your ring lightly, letting your fingers rest over your heart. Spencer’s eyes followed the movement and caught on the way your sweater shifted,just enough to reveal the chain around your neck. You gently pulled it free. His ring hanging onto the silver chain. Where it had stayed since the day they took him away.

“Your ring is safe with me,” you said, holding it up for him to see.

Spencer’s chest tightened. His throat burned. But he smiled. “Did you have fun dress shopping?” he asked, eyes never leaving the necklace.

You nodded, but didn’t add anything more. What you didn’t say was how you’d spent half of that appointment crying in the dressing room, trying to smile through the pain in your chest. Trying to imagine Spencer standing at the end of the aisle when he wasn’t even allowed to stand beside you now.

Spencer knew. He didn’t have to ask. He could see it in the way your shoulders held just a bit of weight, in the way you smiled weakly despite the happiness at finding your dress.

You giggled softly. “Do you think you’ll cry when I walk down the aisle?” You already knew the answer. So did he.

“I could cry right now,” he mumbled, shaking his head with a helpless little laugh. Spencer stared at you like you were the only good thing left in the world. “I can't wait to marry you.”

“And I can’t wait to marry you,” you said softly, twisting the ring on your finger once more.

Spencer watched you for a long momen. Then he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear, “I miss kissing you.”

You immediately sat up straighter, flustered, your eyes widening as the heat bloomed across your cheeks. Spencer caught your reaction instantly and chuckled. He tilted his head playfully. “No reply?” he teased, grinning. “Do you not miss kissing me?” He gave a dramatic little shake of his head. “Wow. That hurts.”

“Spence, stop,” you groaned, burying your face in your hands. But your voice was muffled when you mumbled through your fingers, “Yes, I miss kissing you.”

Spencer’s smile softened, stretching across his face. He loved that after all this time, even after getting engaged, you still got flustered over something so simple. “Our first kiss anniversary is coming up,” he said.

You looked up at him and shook your head with a disbelieving smile. “I can’t believe you remember things like this.”

“You’re telling me you don’t remember our first kiss?” he asked, raising an eyebrow knowingly.

You hesitated, but only to be stubborn. “No, I remember,” you admitted, fingers toying with your ring again. “Hard to forget.”

Spencer’s smile widened. “You squealed.”

“I did not!” you countered, eyes narrowing.

He laughed, shaking his head. “You did. A little.”

It had been a warm afternoon. Spencer had been so excited to show you a hidden little library he loved. You had followed him in, trailing your fingers over old spines and gasping excitedly every time you found a book you loved.

Then, there was the moment. You’d both been standing between two dusty shelves. He’d looked at you and for a second, it was like the world stopped. Spencer didn’t lean in right away. He waited, asking you the question without saying a word. And you’d nodded. So he leaned in and kissed you, just a quick, shy peck. Barely a second long. When he pulled back, you just stared at him Spencer had frozen, immediately panicking inside. God, was it bad? Was he bad at kissing? Was that not okay? But then, slowly, you had raised your fingers to your lips. “Oh my God,” you'd whispered, stunned.

Spencer’s eyes had widened with concern. He was about to apologize, until you'd surged forward and pulled him into another kiss. A longer one. Which, of course, only lasted a few seconds, because you broke away giggling, hiding your face in his sweater.

Back in the visiting room now, the two of you caught each other’s eyes again, grinning.

“I definitely didn’t squeal,” you insisted.

Spencer smirked. “No, you definitely did.” You laughed, and even the glass between you couldn’t dull how warm it sounded. Spencer closed his eyes for a second, soaking it in. He could survive a lot, if he just got to keep hearing that laugh. And if someday soon, that glass disappeared for good.

Then came the sound you’d been dreading, the security guards calling time. A stern voice echoed across the room, signaling that the visit was over. That it was time for the prisoners to return to their cells.

You didn’t move at first. You just stared at Spencer. He smiled softly, the corners of his mouth tugging upward despite the sadness in his eyes. He was always so good at that, smiling just enough to make you feel like things might still be okay.

“Be careful, Spence. Please,” you said, your voice tight. You hadn’t asked about the bruises. But now, with him about to walk away, you couldn’t hold it back. You had to say something.

He nodded gently, the look in his eyes telling you he understood exactly what you meant. “I will,” he promised. “I love you,” he said as he slowly got to his feet, every movement reluctant, like he was trying to make time stretch just a little longer. As the other prisoners began filing out, one by one, Spencer lingered, not moving yet. He just stood there, watching you.

He wanted to memorize you. The way your sweater bunched at your sleeves. The way a loose piece of hair fell across your forehead. The way your fingers unconsciously touched his ring around your neck. He locked all of it away in his mind, like he always did, so he could hold onto you in the dark. So he could see you again in dreams.

“I love you too,” you whispered. Quiet, but loud enough for him to hear.

Spencer smiled again. “I won’t miss anything else,” he said quietly. “I promise.” You knew what he meant. He wasn’t just talking about anniversaries. He was talking about everything, about all the little and big things he’d missed since being taken from you.

The next milestone would have been the anniversary of when you moved in together. And you both knew what was supposed to follow: booking the honeymoon, finalizing the wedding guest list, cake tastings, writing invitations, choosing a hotel. A life you were building piece by piece.

You nodded silently, not trusting your voice. Just watching him as he finally began to walk away. He looked back once. Then again. And one last time, mouthing the words, I love you, just before he disappeared behind the door.And then he was gone.

You slouched into your seat, your hands resting over your stomach,

Spencer had made a promise. And he meant it with every piece of him. But what he didn’t know, what he couldn’t know, was that he’d already missed something.

He had already missed the first month of your pregnancy.