#i ate the entire jar when i got home

[savage-rhi]

THIS CRACK IS DANFEROUS

[kedreeva]

There are good things in this world still

Today, I picked up my deer from the processor, so I am set for red meat for an entire year. While I was there, I also picked up a jar of raw honey from a local apiarist, and some pasties and chorizo for my partner.

Today, on my way home I stopped in at a local small bakery I had always seen but never stopped in. The little old lady behind the counter was very sweet, everything was incredibly pink, and I got myself two muffins (banana nut my beloved, and an apple cinnamon) and two chocolate covered pretzel sticks. I ate the pretzels on the way home, and I'm looking forward to the muffins being part of tomorrow's good things. She also makes biscuits and gravy to go, so I MIGHT have to stop in again actually.

Today, I made myself a cup of hot cocoa from a mix I made myself, off a recipe for powdered mix I found here on tumblr. I mixed half a candycane, broken into small pieces, into it to make it peppermint hot cocoa.

Today, I mailed a greeting card to a friend of mine that has been sending me a family holiday card for years. They're not your typical holiday card; they're spooky and weird, and I absolutely adore them. I finally found a spooky greeting card to send back, sealed it with weird forest creature stickers, and used a D&D Forever stamp of a scary tree. This is gift to her, and a gift to future me when she gets it and tells me.

Today, I cleaned the house and now I get to relax in my nice clean space, sipping my hot cocoa, with a full freezer and a sweet breakfast lined up for the morning so Future Me can be a little happier, too.

There are good things left in this world, however small. This is your opportunity to reblog this and share your good things with each other, or check the notes if you need a reminder.

[byunpum]

Can I ask for a side story of dad!Tsu-tey, like he and Neytiri and Jake have to do important adult stuff with the new clan they are in leaving the kids do their own thing

And the Omiatkaya kids are with reader who is making lunch with the spice they have with them to cook and Tistreya, Amoung, and Rotxo, try forest people food and it turns out that it's quite spicy as it's a delicacy

Pair: Tsu'tey x Y/n daughter x sully family x Metkayina kids

Warning: None, Domestic moments, ao'nung being drama queen

Note: This would be like an alternate part to tsu'tey's "i can be a better father" series. You can read it HERE.

AVATAR MASTERLIST

Lo'ak had dragged his entire group of friends, including his brothers. Ao'nung, rotxo and tsireya were trailing behind the group of boys. They were proudly talking about their half-sister's culinary skills. "I know you're going to love it, Y/N is the best at making stew" lo'ak was excited. You had told him the day before, that you had collected everything to make his favorite dish. The metkayina kids were also excited, according to what their friends had told him this food was different from the ones they ate, which was something very tasty. 'Majestic;' as tuk said, as she jumped up and down with joy as they got closer to your marui.

The way to your marui was a bit further, as it was inside the jungle of one of the islands of the metkayina clan. So practically everyone was running. You were left alone, as your father had to go on a trip with Jake. So you were left alone with spider, and you had invited your siblings to have dinner at your home today. In the distance you can hear the voices of the group of friends. "We're here!!!" says neteyam, pushing lo'ak out of the way and entering the marui before anyone else. You laugh, watching as they were arguing over who was going to eat first. Meanwhile you were wiggling, and putting the last ingredients in. "Hey…calm down…there's food for everyone" you scold him, seeing how behind them you recognized three familiar faces. You say hello too, they looked a little shy. But you calm them down, telling them that they were practically family, that they were more than welcome.

All the boys sat down, waiting for the food to be ready. As they all talked and joked. They could smell it, the rich smell coming out of the pot. After a while, the food was ready. You bring out the plates, nice plates that you had brought from your old home. Handmade jars made by your father, perfect for when you made your stew. You hand everyone their respective plate, the metkayina boys were surprised to see the color and the rich smell coming out of this food. Tsireya watched as her friends were already beginning to eat. "Y/N this is delicious…thank you" says kiri, as she continued to eat.

"You're welcome…mmm I hope you like it. I want you to be honest with me, and tell me what you thought?" you speak, watching as ao'nung began to eat. Followed by roxto and tsireya. After the first bite, ao'nung started coughing but calmed down. Trying to calm down, as he watched your eyes widen in concern. "Everything okay?" you ask him. "Yes, yes…it's very …. yummy," ao'nung says coughing. Meanwhile tsireya, was eating quietly as was rotxo.

Rotxo was next to you, eating all the stew on his plate. This was not the first time he had eaten some of your food, but it was the first time he had eaten this dish. "Y/n this is delicious" says Rotxo, wagging his tail from side to side in happiness. You laugh a little, and shift your gaze. It looked so pretty.

"Y/N one question…what's that stuff at the end, it's like it stings, but it's delicious?" asks tsireya, the girl was excited about the food, it was something so new to her. She had never eaten anything like it. It was a very spicy dish.

"That's spicy…it's something special that Y/N puts in it," said neteyam. Meanwhile, ao'nung was still eating, but the more he ate the more red he was getting. But still, everyone ate every last drop of the stew. You start picking up the containers, everyone looked normal except for ao'nung who looked a little sick. He looked a little uncomfortable, and his face was red. You reach over, and touch his shoulder.

"Ao'nung are you okay?" you ask, watching as your friend fake a smile, but you could see his painful facial expressions. "Did something happen with the food?" you ask. "No…it was - delicious, it's just that I" ao'nung puts his hand to his stomach, you could hear the crunching sounds his stomach was making. As it is he twisted in pain. "You're not well…I think the spicy sauce made you sick" kiri says, as other guys came over to see what was wrong with their friend. "No…I'm fine, don't worry" speaks ao'nung, trying to hold back a mouthful of vomit.

"I think we should see mom" tsireya says, moving closer to her brother. Helping him up from the floor. Everyone was worried, because he was getting worse very fast. "Yes…come on, come on" you help tsireya carry ao'nung. The poor boy was trying to keep his balance.

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"I think these tanks will last for about 5 months" tsu'tey says. Jake, neytiri and tsu'tey had set out from the morning on a quick trip to the camp in the hallelujah mountains. They were going to get some supplies, like oxygen for spider and Y/N. And find out if there was any new news. "Yes…I think up to 8 months." Says jake helping tsu'tey carry the oxygen tanks to his marui. When they arrived, they noticed that no one was there, and there was a mess of dirty dishes and cooking utensils. As if someone had walked past them, as if someone had left in a hurry.

Both men put down their oxygen tanks, and look at each other in confusion. Tsu'tey was already getting nervous. Just before either of them could speak, neytiri rushes into the marui. "Tsu'tey come…Y/N is in trouble" says neytiri. Tsu'tey runs out, behind neytiri and jake follows them. What could have happened, you were not a girl who made trouble. The group of friends arrived where he had indicated to neytiri. Tsu'tey saw how Y/N was at the entrance of Ronal's marui, next to her was spider. He was holding his sister's hand, and neteyam was in front of her calming her down. He could see how nervous she was.

The group of friends approached the boys. " Dad!!!" you whimper, running to hug your father. Tsu'tey hugs you back, patting your high back. " Dad…. I swear I didn't do anything!!!" you were a little agitated, neteyam walks over to his uncle. Like the big brother he was, he was going to clear the whole thing up. "Teyam, what happened?" asks Jake. Looking at his children cautiously, lo'ak was at his brother's side. Meanwhile spider, was still holding your hand. "I can explain everything…" speaks lo'ak. But his father makes a grimace for him to keep silent.

"Dad… Y/N prepared something to eat for all of us and we invited the guys. But the food that Y/N made was spicy. and apparently that was very bad for ao'nung. Ronal yelled at us, and made Y/N feel very bad" neteyam tries to explain everything that happened. Meanwhile you were trying to hold back your tears, it was the first time in your life that someone yelled at you the way Ronal did. You had never experienced a bad treatment from an elder. That hurt you, you were a very well-behaved, kind girl. You were obedient, and you hardly ever got into trouble. And now you felt very guilty.

"Dad…he was very bad. He even vomited blood, and it was my fault" you were trying to sound calm, but your crying voice was creeping in. " Sweetheart this is not your problem, you didn't do anything…calm down" tsu'tey tries to reassure you. Jake walks over to you, and strokes your hair. "Y/N I'm going to talk to ronal…you take it easy. Go with your dad to your home and rest" jake speaks, walking away to enter ronal's marui.

Tsu'tey tries to comfort you some more. He then asks neteyam as a favor to take his sister home. All your brothers take you to their marui. While Tsu'tey and Neytiri accompany Jake. No one was going to be yelling at his daughter, while tsu'tey tried to defend you. Jake tried to calm him down, they didn't want to get kicked out of the clan. The boy's stomach was pretty badly hurt, so what had happened had been very serious. But it was not justifiable the bad treatment that Ronal had given you. After discussing for a while, and making all things clear. Everyone went home.

Later in the evening, you were calmer. Your brothers had stayed with you. Then the rest of the family arrived. Tsu'tey prepared something to eat, so that everyone would calm down. Even Neytiri was comforting you, she felt that you did not deserve this bad treatment. And for such a simple thing, it was not your fault that the boy was so weak in the stomach. After dinner, everyone went home. Spider had gone to bed early, while tsu'tey was finishing a basket he would use to hunt fish. Meanwhile you, you wanted to go apologize to ao'nung.

"Hey, where are you going?" asks tsu'tey as he watches you walk out of the marui. "I'm going to walk for a while…I want to clear my head" you speak. Your father just gives you a smile, and keeps working.

You had to apologize to ao'nung. You felt guilty, after all you were the one who made that meal. Poor thing, he must feel terrible. After a while, you arrive at the marui of tsireya and her family. You were afraid that Ronal might see you and yell at you again. But to your good fortune, only tsireya is there. The girl sees you at the entrance, you had your arms crossed.

"Hey!!!" says tsireya in a low voice, approaching you. "Hey…how are you?" she asks you.

"I'm fine…. I came to check on ao'nung. I didn't get a chance to see him" you speak, lowering your head expecting tsireya to be upset with you. But you feel her take your hand, and begin to guide you to where ao'nung is supposed to be. "He's better…tired. But he's going to be fine" the girl says dragging you along with her. You are surprised at how big her marui is, it is very beautiful. You can see ao'nung lying on the ground, on a kind of makeshift bed. He was half awake, moving his face to see what his sister was doing.

"Hello" you speak softly trying not to make him uncomfortable. Ao'nung laughs, and you raise your hand a little. Waving at you foolishly, and making a sign for you to approach him. "Y/N you're here" he speaks, you could tell he was still in pain. You sit next to him, watching tsireya walk away, to do other things. "I want to apologize…I didn't mean for you to get like this" you try to apologize. But you hear a giggle coming from ao'nung. "You're silly!!!" the boy teases you. You give him a pinch on the shoulder, and he yelps in pain but doesn't stop laughing.

"I know it wasn't your fault, I'm just a giant baby….I should be the one apologizing" ao'nung stops talking, and takes your hand. To give it a squeeze and stroke the top of your hand with his thumb. "She shouldn't have yelled at you like that…it was unfair. I apologize sincerely, on behalf of this family and the clan. You are an honorable member, and I know you would never hurt anyone…least of all me, would you?" ao'nung went from a very touching speech, to being flirtatious in seconds. Winking at you, while seeing that you're blushing. " Yah, get off me…. idiot" you whine. Pulling further away from him, sticking out your tongue.

The two of you stay silent for a couple of seconds, until you move over and adjust one of ao'nung's curls. to lift you off the ground. "Well I'm glad you're okay…mmm tomorrow I'll make you a drink perfect for these things" you speak, as you see ao'nung's eyes widen. "Really…it's very good" you joke.

"I'll eat and drink whatever you give me…I don't mind. But only if you prepare it" he winks at you again. You look away, ignoring him. If he was right, he was still the same stupid as always. But even dumber and weaker.

[2ndkaiser]

⋆˚࿔ WINTER WONDERLAND

Headcanons of the crew celebrating Christmas

Word count: 1287

Sorry I disappeared for a bit, I got pneumonia and was so sick I couldn’t write. Merry belated Christmas.

Warnings: Brief mention of: slight injury, alcohol, implication of bad childhood

⟡ ݁₊ . Notes: Not proofread. I quite literally wrote this in the hospital so I genuinely don’t know if this is ooc for some characters so apologies if they are.

CURLY

Assigned to put up the Christmas tree and to prepare the Christmas movie marathon.

Quietly struggled to put the tree in place and had the tree collapse on him multiple times resulting in a few trips to the medbay. Now has those round cartoon bumps on his head.

Had to pry Jimmy away from getting into a heated argument over a missing Polle ornament.

Gave everyone presents wrapped with bright pink wrapping paper with ugly gingerbread men.

Genuinely thought the wrapping was cute so nobody told them it looked like a bunch of mini disfigured Igor album covers arranged in a pattern. (I’m not saying the cover is ugly I swear I love Tyler.)

Turned the sofa into a cozy area with blankets scattered everywhere, pillows in every corner, snacks in a little basket. It’s oddly surprising how the ship could look this much like home.

Fell asleep drowning in blankets after the party, also had the deepest sleep of his entire life with arms wrapped around pillows, drooling, weighted blanket on his side. No one knew he was there until Anya woke him up the next day.

JIMMY

Assigned as the tree decorator. Reluctantly let others put up their own ornaments too.

Couldn’t find a star so he made one himself with paper and yellow markers stolen from Daisuke, hence the crumbled origami star sitting on top of the tree.

“Accidentally” knocked over the “make your own hot chocolate” bar because it was decorated better than his tree. Framed Curly.

Secretly was really excited to cuddle under blankets and watch cheesy, poorly made Christmas movies. He misses how lively the city looked during the festive season and crappy Christmas movies seemed to fill the void just fine.

Has a peppermint flavored candy cane addiction. Ate a whole box and stole a second box to store under his bed.

Told everyone he hated his gifts but if you squint really closely you can see a slight smile on his face while opening every single one as he’s finally experiencing the childhood he didn’t get to live.

Never knew he was so bad at tree decorating. The tree fell over multiple times and he had to start over twice. Threw a tantrum and claimed that Curly did a bad job at getting the tree to hold up.

ANYA

Assigned as the hot chocolate bar organizer and the decorator alongside Daisuke.

Made those really cozy “customize your own hot chocolate bars” with different flavors, toppings and mugs. Even decorated it with mini gingerbread houses and snowmen. (Yes, I’m talking about the bar Jimmy knocked over.)

Was in charge of decorating the hallway and put up polaroids of the crew on the walls which ended up never getting removed after the party.

DIY enthusiast. Made heaps of ornaments and painted a lot of them, she invited Daisuke to paint some too.

She even DIY-ed some decor—snowmen made out of white blankets rolled into balls, snow globes made out of a picture stuck on a jar lid screwed onto the jar with water and glitter… that type of stuff.

Got the crew to add songs to a Christmas playlist that would be played during the party. Sadly got all her own songs removed by Jimmy. It’s okay she added them back and put laxatives in his hot chocolate when he wasn’t looking.

DAISUKE

Assigned as decorator with Anya and also the food organizer.

Had lots of fun taste testing all the food while Swansea was cooking. Literally stood by him half of the time with a look in his eye equivalent to whining “can I try some?”

The whole counter at the kitchen was turned into a buffet. At this point the countertop couldn’t be seen and it was completely covered in food and decor. Was really proud when Swansea complimented how it was arranged.

Hums a few Christmas carols while arranging how each plate or bowl was placed. Was actually a perfectionist and didn’t let anyone toucv anything.

Drew a festive yimpy and pinned it beside OG yimpy.

Bow tying might just be his hidden talent, he tied bows out of ribbons for everyone’s presents. Possibly a ribbon bender if you get what I’m saying.

Ate a serving of every dish before the party started without anyone knowing. Woah wait who did that? Wasn’t him. Actually no food was missing at all. Who mentioned food again?

SWANSEA

Assigned as the cook. Hell yeah Swansea get it unc. Also made a bunch of decor.

Honestly I think the crew used some of the cryo pods to store frozen ingredients, that's where Swansea gets a whole turkey from.

Cooking made him feel like he was on earth again, it made him forget how lonely space was. He whipped up a few dishes made from his wife’s recipes. It reminded him of when he used to cook for his family with his mother and wife. Good ol’ days.

There’s a massive light up snowman decoration he made. He actually messed it’s face up a bit and left it with a permanent lazy eye.

Daisuke and Anya placed said snowman in between the door and one of the vending machines. Swansea let out a funky dad scream seeing it. Has a burning hatred towards it now.

Made a Santa hat for Polle because it “felt right.” He actually just felt bad because Polle was excluded.

CREW SECRET SANTA ⊹ ࣪

CURLY

He got a Christmas basket so thoughtfully packed it nearly brought him to tears. Inside were his favorite protein bars, a pack of Biscoff, gift cards to use back on earth, candy canes, and coffee-flavored sweets. He couldn’t have been happier. But the real star of the show? A leather cowboy hat paired with a red bandana with his name engraved right on it. He loved it. Wore it proudly around the ship for weeks before finally tucking it away safely in his quarters, far out of reach from anyone who might dare to steal it. (Jimmy)

JIMMY

When he unwrapped his gift, he didn’t expect anything special. Probably just booze or something generic. But this? A custom pillow with his face on it and a blanket covered in a pattern with all the crew members’ faces? Seriously? Still, it wasn’t all bad. There was a Dexter poster, Take a Look in the Mirror album, and four cans of beer. Not terrible. But then he spotted the note. It read, “I hope Dexter gets you next.” And just like that, it was bad.

ANYA

She really hoped Jimmy wouldn’t draw her name. In fact, she prayed for it. And it seems those prayers worked, because the gifts she received? Absolute top tier. Swansea has kids, he knows how to pick presents. Not that she knows it was him, of course, but it’s obvious the gifts were chosen with care. Books which were already on her wishlist, new board games, medical school supplies she could never afford, jellycats, custom jewelry. It was everything she could have hoped for.

DAISUKE

Probably still leaves out cookies and milk for Santa just in case. But knowing a different Santa was behind this gift? That had him buzzing with excitement. And when he unwrapped a Nintendo and a stash of sweet treats? Pure joy. His Secret Santa even threw in game cards for Splatoon, Overcooked, and Snipperclips... Just like that, his boredom was cured and so was the missing sweetener problem.

SWANSEA

He knew he had the worst luck as soon as he saw how his gift was wrapped, the paper didn’t even cover the whole box. One glance inside confirmed it: a very clearly secondhand pair of sneakers, scuffed with a few marks and a scratch on the back. Not exactly ideal. But hey, at least they were a good pair he didn’t already own. Another one for his collection.

Sorry for being so inactive. Hope you like this, I had to cram it in today so I can go catch up with my other projects. Thanks for reading.

[lastoneout]

I got evaluated again yesterday for hEDS(the geneticist wanted to make sure before we did the test I guess?) and it's VERY funny bcs I didn't expect that and about halfway through I started to get worried because he asked a handful of questions that I said no to(haven't dislocated anything, which, thank god, and my symptoms aren't as bad in my elbows and shoulders as they are in my hips, hands, and knees) and then he started checking my skin elasticity and scars and I always thought I didn't have the typical EDS translucent/elastic skin and "cigarette paper" scars but uh...apparently I do. At the end he was like "Yeah all of the signs point to hEDS you meet the criteria for diagnosis lets get the genetic test started" and I was relived but confused?

And I went home and stood in front of my fiancé like "your scars are soft, right?? they feel like stretch marks kinda, right??? almost like a silky soft, smooth gap in your skin?????" and he just looked at me funny and went "no? they're hard and stiff??" and I was like "but my skin isn't stretchy or translucent right" and he pinched my arm and his and was like "girl...you are so stretchy" and then pointed out that he could see almost all of my veins along my entire arms and hands before showing me his and how you could only see some of the veins in a few spots and I was just all

And like this isn't even the first time this has happened I always assumed I didn't have the soft velvety skin typical of EDS but that was just because I live with my skin everyday, once I asked my fiancé about it he was like "you literally have the softest skin I've ever felt in my entire life and I am constantly complimenting you for it wdym" and I suddenly remembered how people have always been pointing out how soft my skin is my whole life, and how my skin is legit SO SOFT I have issues opening doorknobs and jars and those little plastic bags at the store for veggies cuz I can't get traction, my hands are so smooth I DROP SHIT all the time, and like my CAT can't even sit on me when I'm not wearing long pants because she ALSO slides right off. Like fuck Alvida One Piece, I'm the one who ate the damn smooth-smooth fruit.

So anyway not trying to say self dx isn't valid at all but like def make sure to talk to people who have the condition or know about it because Google is absolutely only going to show you the most extreme examples when you look it up and you probably will underestimate your own symptoms as a result despite checking literally all of the boxes. Like you will assume things are normal/justify symptoms away in ways you didn't even know were possible. Like really how tf did I think this shit was normal.

Anyway congrats to me I def do have hEDS which puts so much of my life into perspective(legit just knowing my bad teeth aren't entirely my fault is incredible) and I am infinitely greatful to the people I know who also have EDS who, upon seeing my fucked up joints, went "hey so uh you need to talk to a doctor about that" lmao you were right!! I do indeed got fucked up joints + skin too damn smooth disorder!!

(Also I know you don't need a genetic test to confirm hEDS I'm getting it partially because my rheumatologist didn't want to diagnose me AT ALL without it for some reason despite admitting I fit the criteria without even needing to do the full exam and partially just to make sure I don't have one of the scary bad types that need way more medical intervention.)

[jfleamont]

I'm here to tell that I love your blog! Do you have any more Jily headcannons?

Oh wow thank you so much 🥺

What kind of headcanons would you like to hear? I don't have any specific ones, but my versions of James and Lily all have some characteristics in common I guess. I don't know if you're looking for silly ones or serious ones, so I'll share whatever comes to mind:

Lily's not a morning person; she likes her tea black (preferably Earl Grey) with milk and two sugars; her favourite sweets are Sugar Quills; she smokes sometimes, but it's not a habit; she has bangs (this is very important to me); her voice is sort of deep, or at least non conventionally 'feminine'; she's not vegan, but doesn't eat much meat; her bedroom walls at home are blue; she has seasonal allergies and sneezes a lot; she's very punctual but doesn't mind when others are late; she tried learning ancient greek and latin at some point because she wanted to invent spells but got discouraged pretty quickly and never picked them up again; she's impulsive; once she gets the giggles, it's over; she doesn't think she's a great flirt, but she is; some days she's in a bad mood and there's very little you can do to make her feel better; her love language is touch and words of affirmation; she's obsessed with James' nose; when she looks at him and feels particularly in love she gets quiet and just observes him.

James is a morning person; he doesn't like milk in his tea, but occasionally drinks it with sugar; he likes muggle clothing a lot; he falls asleep reading sometimes; he's not a fan of sweet foods unless it's chocolate or toffee; he's a bit of a hoarder and collects all sorts of things; he once ate an entire jar of mayo and he's hated it ever since; he hides most of his emotions behind humour, but he gets angry and snappy sometimes; he's smart and empathetic, but doesn't know how to show the latter well; he loves when people make him laugh, even though it's not easy to truly break him; he gets very chatty when he's drunk and he exposes himself as a nerd because he overshares about his hyperfixations; his love language is touch and acts of service (also gifts but they don't count because he buys his friends and gf things all the time); his nails are ruined because he fidgets with them a lot (when he's not playing with a snitch or something else); he likes to play with Lily's hair a lot; he drums his fingers on her thighs all the time and the only thing that stops him is Lily intertwining their fingers.

That's pretty much it for now, hope you liked it!

Thanks again for this lovely ask ❤️

[pbandjesse]

I just had some carrot cake and i absolutely did not need that and now I am entirely to full. I have to stop doing that!!

I actually ate really well today and it was all great. Even if it was mostly fast food. I just really had a good time even if I was worried about not having a full day off before my cruise. Today would still be good.

I slept fine last night. It wasn't amazing but it was good. Waking up was hard but James was there. And after I got up and got dressed I was gathering my last things and we were getting Crabcake breakfast. And then all of a sudden there was a huge calamity in the kitchen when a glass storage jar full of sugar fell off the fridge and shattered on the ground. It was so loud! James was very upset. But they would work on sweeping up the glass and I would get Crabcake fed and then would set up a barrier around the kitchen in the glass zone. And would send Ruby the roomba to work. I had her go around 3 times. Hopefully getting all of the small pieces.

We left to go to the farmers market. James was stressed about being late and I was like James it is okay. You don't start until 830. I won't take long to set up. Everything it fine and I love you and please stop beating yourself up.

James would help me bring everything over and I would set up and have a lovely conversation with Ann about Crabcake and camp and Ginny said I looked really skinny and good which was a really nice compliment. Though I think it's partially an illusion because I was wearing a tight jumpsuit and I usually wear baggy clothes. But I appreciated.thr compliment none the less.

I would have a nice, but slow, day at the market. I made $60. Not amazing but it's all good. I would sit and do the math and figured out that over the 9 markers I've done so far this year I have made an average of $185 a market. Which is awesome. So even when I have some slow days I am still doing so much better then last year. Feels really good. Feel like success.

I would buy a pepper and a tomato. James would come out and we would get baked goods. And I was just having a nice day. It wasn't to hot. It was a bit humid but my hair was looking good. I was in a nice mood. I was knitting. I was chatting with people. I was happy. I was having a really nice day.

I would finish my drink around 11 and was very thirsty. I would go inside for water and would get to say hi to educator Sarah. Was really nice to see her. I would hug James and go back outside.

The last bit of the market was quiet. I would have a nice conversation with Stanley about how you can be taken seriously by children without yelling and how it's a skill. I would also sell stickers to children and adults. It was fun.

At the very end of the market a girl who comes every week who makes jewelry asked to watch me pack up to see how I managed because she's in a wheelchair and would need to bring everything on the accessibility bus. She loved the folding table. I am so glad it's inspired so many others?! It's such a good design. And using the new one today was great. It is slightly longer then the wood one was. And I am really really happy with it.

I was ready to go pretty quick. I actually had my wagon this time so it was quick and then I was going to say goodbye to James.

And Meril was there! It was nice to see her and say goodbye to James. I had things to do!

I drove to Glen Burnie to drop off my bags of clothes to value village. Where the guy flirted with me about getting my number. I didn't 100% understand he was flirting at first "fill out this survey so I can get your number" but I got it when he did that up down eyeball movement to me. Silly silly silly.

I wouldn't shop today. Was proud of myself. I just paid off my credit card for the month and I spent more then I meant to buy it was cruise related so I don't feel to bad.

Instead I went to Taco Bell and got two tacos and some potatoes to add to it. And they were great. And then I headed home.

I had chores and things to do. And I was letting Sweetp and Crabcake in the backyard when Celia texted me and let me know she was downtown if I wanted to hang out.

So of course I said yes. And she would pick us up Indian food. And while I was not hungry I knew I would be sad if I didn't get Indian food. I love that we order the same thing with different spice levels. I was looking forward to her coming over.

I would look at my packing for a bit. And went to sit outside until Celia got here. And I was really happy to see her. We would bring the animals inside. Well Crabcake, Sweetp would take more convincing. And then we would have our Indian food and talk.

It was very very good paneer and naan. I was having a great meal and was enjoying the conversation. About people who annoy us and things happening in the world. Eventually we would move to the couch and takes about animals. And eventually we headed to the backyard.

It started drizzling but I wanted to prune the plants and then added some boxes for elevation. I am very happy with how it looks right now.

We also discovered that there are other fruit trees in the green space. Not just the plums I had a few weeks ago. We also have crab apples and possibly persimmons! We aren't positive because they don't normally grow here so they are not in sync with the normal persimmons life cycle. But we are pretty positive! Even the photo apps we used agreed. We also found a bee moth? It was really fun hanging out out there.

But eventually I decided I had been rained on enough. We came back inside and I would work on my fake stained glass while she showed memes. We discovered how to log into my WiFi using a QR code. We were having fun.

James would come home when we were sitting in the couch discussing Crabcake and his care. And I felt so vindicated that my research I did to care for him has been correct. Like I knew about his low protein needs. His temperature needs. His humidity needs. The care and love I have put into his enclosures. It's important to me to be a good person owner.

James would have to go do laundry. And me and Celia hung out for a little longer. Had a brownie. And then she was off.

And now as back to my projects. I hung a shelf and put more things away in the studio. It was hard work but I was proud of myself. I was getting stuff done. After bringing everyone inside again, after sweetp scared/upset the neighbors dog, I would head upstairs to continue to work on my packing.

It stresses me out how much stuff I am bringing. How many toiletries and such. But I know that I will be happy with these things. I don't feel like I will need anything. I really want to use my new duffle but if I wanted to use just one bag I would need to switch to my regular suitcase. Sad. Ah well.

When James got home they gave me all the underwear and the one outfit I needed. And I would get everything packed. It took a few packs and unpacks of the clothes. Which I am very comfortable with now. And of the stuff. Which still stresses me but also. I don't think I can cut anything else in good conscience. I packed well and I can be okay with that.

When we were both done our stuff we went outside to hang out the porch swing together. Eventually I was telling James that I wanted to paint a mural on the backyard. And I was like I want to paint that painting of the train and James is like "what are you talking about?"

I remember there was a painting with a train in it. And it reminded me of the cover of love in the time of cholera. A specific copy that I have. And we spent 10 minutes talking through what it was and different artists and possibly styles or time periods. And how to Google it.

We were trying to figure out the best way to phrase it for the search. We were trying. different phrases and we discovered that if you put the words 'art history' it'll get rid of all the AI generated art. And finally I was able to think of a way to describe it that did not focus on the train that I remembered being in the painting. And I was able to find it and I was so excited.

I remembered "train in the background. Courtyard. Tan building. Structure that is tan in the lower left corner." And would eventually Google "painting with train symbolism in background art history" and found a different angle of the same scene. And after clicking through that I found the original artist and the exact painting I remembered!! I was just so wildly proud of myself and my ability to find things. The painting was "The Soothsayer's Recompense" by Giorgio de Chirico. My memory was not 100% but I remembered the train placement and the texture and the structure in the front. I did not remember the correct location of the train but I did remember the arch way and I didn't remember the structure was a sculpture but I remebered the location and the color. I was just really proud of myself.

I would go inside soon after we did in that detective work. Had some more of the Indian food. Chatted with James. James took some wood material down stairs for me. And I would hang out upstairs. Eventually taking a bath. And then getting in bed to write this. But I am so tired now it's hard to keep my eyes open. And I have another full day tomorrow.

Because we are going to a street market! It's going to be a bit long. 10-5. Which I don't love but it's fine. I am sure it'll be fun. I'm doing a printing workshop and it is just really cool to be invited and paid. I should have given my rates before they made an offer but it's fine. Especially since I'm also vending. So it's all profit.

And James gets to be with me!! I am excited to spend the day working with my husband.

But now is time for sleep. I hope you all have a great rest and a great Sunday. I love you all. Goodnight!!

[skygodtraumabond]

(a battered brown box postmarked from kalos arrives. it contains orange chocolate chip cookies and fresh home-made cheese and herb bread for ray, a variety of poffins for their team, and a set of photos. One photo is of a young rufflet looking entirely too proud of himself, with a paper sign saying "I knocked the entire first batch of cookies off the counter even though I had my own treats to eat." The second photo is of a shiny umbreon, his sign with the top right corner nibbled off and hanging by a thread, saying "I ate ALL THE COOKIES because I'm greedy!" The third is of a meganium lying in the doorway to a kitchen, with her sign saying "I DID NOTHING TO STOP THEM." Also enclosed is a letter:) I can't give you a hug all the way from Kalos, so here's some cookies and bread instead. Nothing beats warm home made bread with butter, I've found. It would have been there sooner, but SOMEONE decided to knock the jar off the counter.

Despite having their own set of treats just for them.

Anyway, feel better soon, Ray. I still have a campsite set up in case you ever decide to visit, once you're all de-shadowified. It's yours if ever you need it.

@meganiums-petals-pokemon-shelter

...

I need you to answer me very honestly when I ask if you put sleep powder in these

Because I'm pretty sure if I got hit with a sleep powder while in these vines I would be out for an entire day

I mean I know you didn't do anything to the poffins because the team's really enjoying them. They haven't had good poffins in a while. Ponch actually managed to make an expression that wasn't just sheer resting bitch face, that's how I know they're good.

And I guess your team doesn't look too worse for wear, though I could have sworn citrus was bad for the Eevee line?? Who knows my memories feel like mushy paste

Thank you. Maybe I'll stop in sometime. I miss campfires.

[datadoggieein]

The Ogre

One of the strangest thing that ever occurred to me on the job occurred about five years ago when I was work at a local frozen yogurt place.

It was around nine o’clock, an hour before closing. I was at the front counter working as cashier at the time. At said time, I was the only one in the building. I was expecting for no one else to come in, and would close up shop after a quiet hour.

Those expectations faded when I saw a car pull up. This was still fairly normal. The car in question was an old Model A. That was uncommon, but not enough to bring up any alarm bells. The person in the car got out, revealing to resemble a stereotypical rich man form the 1920s, complete with top hat and cane. Okay, maybe he was cosplayer or historical reenactor.

Then he shape-shifted from human to large creature, resembling The Beast from the Disney Beauty and the Beast. His clothes changed with him, growing along with him.

This was not normal.

He then walked into the building.

“Hello, dear ma’am.” He said in a very deep voice, with a thick posh British. “Might I please purchase one large bowl of frozen yogurt?”

I shook my head yes, and put a large bowl down on the counter. He pick it up with surprising gentleness.

After he had filled it and put in his toppings, he placed it on the scale.

“My dear madame, may I add something I brought from home?” He asked.

I shook my head yes once more.

“Good. I’ve had a nasty rash on my left middle finger for the last week. I apologize for extending it.” He placed his hand on a nearby table, with his middle finger extended. With his right he pulled out a small hand axe, which he brought up and them slammed down on the base of his finger. I let out a gasp. However, his finger immediately grew back. He the placed the severed digit in the top of his frozen yogurt like some sort of twisted lollipop.

“Thank you very much. I hope that this will cover it.” He sat down a small bag on the counter, I accepted it.

“You deserve a gratuity.” He then dropped several large, golden coins into the tip jar. After I had retrieved them, and had them tested, I found out that they where indeed real gold. It was probably the biggest tip I’ve ever received. The bag contained the same thing, mean he had paid several hundred dollars for a bowl of frozen yogurt that only came up to $12 when it was weighed, and I would have given to him for free given the situation.

He then placed the entire bowl in his mouth and ate it in one bite. He then tipped his hat and left, turning back into a human as he got into the car.

[whataboutmysanity]

Thinking about high school botany class when we planted seeds in small pots to grow at home. Had mine in the kitchen windowsill for the good lighting. After about a week I had a little sprout with a cute lil leaf coming in. Then my mom finds a Facebook post showing how to cut a sweet potato so it’ll sprout roots. She took my project out of the window and replaced it with a sweet potato suspended in a jar of water. One of the cats ate my plant. I told my teacher but wasn’t allowed to replant it. Nothing ever grew back. I failed the project. Then our final came up. We had to gather leaves from various plants in our area and at least 5 had to be native to our state. I told my parents multiple times in needed to go to parks and other places around cuz there’s like 3 trees in my yard. They said they “never had time” even though they’re both retired. I failed that project too. Then I got pulled from the class.

The second semester of that class was zoology, including trips to the zoo and several dissections. I had wanted to be a veterinarian my entire life and I knew getting a good zoology grade would be great for colleges. Instead I got thrown into remedial chemistry and barred from taking any advanced science my senior year. So I didn’t apply for vet schooling. And I couldn’t follow my lifelong dream.

I realize my parents didn’t care then and they don’t care now. And yet, it’s entirely my fault.

[dzmoot]

This is Ignatius "Hampire" Krattz Gelanoruu. Legend has it it's where Jell-O originated from. I remember reading about it in one of Igginsworth's books and it's true, the entire planet consists of literal gelatin, a gelatinous aquarium containing puffy martians and corpulent canines and fish that looked like they had been inflated with a bicycle pump. Imagine swishing and swashing around in a bottle of hair gel, minus the crusty white stuff that comes off at the end of the day. It smelled like uranium and beryllium with a hint of silicon. When we got there, I immediately used my magic to incase everyone including myself in an alien "puffsuit" so we'd blend in with the natives more cohesively and be able to breathe under the goo. The natives were quite pleasant too, much more pleasant than those cantankerous cookie aliens we saw on the other planet. What music they made! It's almost like their entire bodies were like squeaky dog toys. Their houses, their beds, the food they ate, all gelatinous. Before we left, I could have sworn I caught glimpse of what appeared to be a giant horse hoof looming in the jelly. I even got some of the goo in a jar. I can't wait to get home and mix it into one of my potions! Maybe I can finally concoct that cure for weaslewarts I've been trying to make! Siobhan wanted to keep the goo for herself and had a tantrum when I didn't let her have it. I really think Horatio needs to discipline her more!

[sanguinifex]

So. It turns out having a full dinner before going bar hopping can actually be a bad thing?

Ok normally when I drink I eat salty snacks. I will go ham on cheezits. I will commit misdemeanors for cheezits. But my grandparents were in town and they bought us really good Mexican food and I got carne asada and their marinade was out of this world and anyway I ate a little too much.

So then I go out drinking with one of my brothers and his girlfriend (she is, btw, generally dangerous to drink with bc she likes shots) and I have like 3 beers and a tequila shot right before the 3rd beer. And I’m not eating cheezits or pickles or jerky or anything bc I’m too full. And after that 3rd beer I start feeling kinda off and sad bc I always loose gross motor coordination p quick when I drink bc I’m absolutely failing at playing cornhole. Note: cornhole is like horseshoes but with beanbags so the throwing technique is different. Yes it sounds like a sex act and no texans don’t care. Anyway I gradually start feeling kind of sick and awful and sort of like I’ve got heat stroke except it’s 1 am so it’s like 80 degrees out and dark except for the bar’s fluorescents so I know it’s not actually heatstroke, I just drank too much liquid and my salt levels are low bc they got diluted.

The worst is part is that knowing what’s going on doesn’t actually stop your brain from going into weepy drunk mode and oversharing about your childhood trauma loud enough to clear out the entire bar. (Admittedly, my brother was there for the entirety of said childhood trauma except for the five years when he literally wasn’t born, and he got it worse than me bc our parents thought he was possessed by demons. Fuck Christianity btw and actually Diocletian didn’t persecute them enough. His girlfriend wasn’t, though, and didn’t really deserve to have to hear me go on about that.) And then I get the worst case of hiccups, which slows me down some but doesn’t entirely manage to shut me up, and then the bar closes bc it’s 2 am and they legally have to, and probably none of us should have been driving but mu brother is semi professional BMX so if anyone’s qualified to drive after 2 beers he is (note: I should not drive so much as a safety style kiddie tricycle after 2 beers, let alone after 3 beers, a shot, and acute salt deficiency. The only reason I have legible handwriting even when sober is because of viet cong level torture involving zaner bloser workbooks), so anyway I’m apologizing the entire way home and literally the only reason I’m not crying is bc I can’t breathe properly when I cry so I’ve trained myself not to…

So anyway I get home, realize that I can’t remember when I actually opened the jars of various pickles in my fridge and I really don’t want to risk botulism, and I swear I’ve got an unopened jar of gherkins in my pantry but I can’t find it bc I’m that fucked up, so in a move that would give the FDA apoplexy, I grab my salt canister and pour about a teaspoon under my tongue without even measuring.

So like, you know what you’re supposed to do with diabetics if their sugar gets to low? Yeah. I did that with salt. And it worked about as dramatically.

Sublingual absorption is fast. I got this salt under my tongue. And in about 5 seconds my brain is already clearing a bit but my frenulum is starting to get a chemical burn. Also that was probably slightly too much salt. So I grab a mug and rinse the salt down with water.

15 seconds after that, bc I dissolved most of the salt with the water and bc the human stomach and intestines have special subconscious sensors for how much salt you’ve got in you, I’m my normal happy drunk self thatI usually am after 4 standard drinks. Like, I’m still drunk as fuck, but I love everyone and I text my brother and his girlfriend to tell them I’m ok and send them about 50 heart emojis.

Tl:dr if you’re drinking and you start to feel inexplicably sad, ask your bartender for a spoonful of salt and a water bottle. And if you’re a bartender, keep salt around and offer it to sad drunks.

Also, be smarter than me and order vodka pickle juice after your second drink even if you’re really craving hops.

[jdgo51]

DAILY DEVOTIONAL FOR APRIL 18, 2023

Great Plans

By Bob LaForge (New Jersey, USA)

READ 1 KINGS 19:1-15

"Elijah was a human being like us."

JAMES 5:17 (NRSV)

"Years ago, I ran a large community outreach event for our church. Thousands of people came, and it went well. But at the end, one person made a critical remark, and I went home thinking only about what they had said. Because of that one complaint, I felt like the entire event had failed.

In 1 Kings 19, we read how Elijah experienced something similar. He had recently performed two of his greatest miracles: defeating the prophets of Baal and ending the drought with his prayer. Elijah was doing great things with God: helping vulnerable people, destroying false gods, and saving a region from disaster. But then Jezebel threatened him. After all his great work, Elijah lost his confidence, went off by himself, and wanted to die. For Elijah, that one negative experience seemed to outweigh everything else.

Elijah’s loss of confidence is all too familiar. After all, James 5:17 tells us that Elijah was just like us. But when God brought Elijah food for strength and gave him a task, he realized that God still had good plans for him. And he accomplished more great things through God’s power and grace. Just as God still had great plans for Elijah, God also has great plans for us." God has wonderful plans for you. Allow Him to work through you and accomplish all of those plans. It's a team effort that you cannot surpass. Moving ahead to victory for life.

TODAY'S PRAYER

"Dear God, show us opportunities to grow through criticism and accomplish even more for you." Amen.

1 Kings 19:1-15

New International Version

Elijah Flees to Horeb

"'19 Now Ahab told Jezebel everything Elijah had done and how he had killed all the prophets with the sword. 2 So Jezebel sent a messenger to Elijah to say, “May the gods deal with me, be it ever so severely, if by this time tomorrow I do not make your life like that of one of them.”

3 Elijah was afraid[a] and ran for his life. When he came to Beersheba in Judah, he left his servant there, 4 while he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness. He came to a broom bush, sat down under it and prayed that he might die. “I have had enough, Lord,” he said. “Take my life; I am no better than my ancestors.” 5 Then he lay down under the bush and fell asleep.

All at once an angel touched him and said, “Get up and eat.” 6 He looked around, and there by his head was some bread baked over hot coals, and a jar of water. He ate and drank and then lay down again.

7 The angel of the Lord came back a second time and touched him and said, “Get up and eat, for the journey is too much for you.” 8 So he got up and ate and drank. Strengthened by that food, he traveled forty days and forty nights until he reached Horeb, the mountain of God. 9 There he went into a cave and spent the night.

The Lord Appears to Elijah And the word of the Lord came to him: “What are you doing here, Elijah?”

10 He replied, “I have been very zealous for the Lord God Almighty. The Israelites have rejected your covenant, torn down your altars, and put your prophets to death with the sword. I am the only one left, and now they are trying to kill me too.”

11 The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.”

Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.

Then a voice said to him, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”

14 He replied, “I have been very zealous for the Lord God Almighty. The Israelites have rejected your covenant, torn down your altars, and put your prophets to death with the sword. I am the only one left, and now they are trying to kill me too.”

15 The Lord said to him, “Go back the way you came, and go to the Desert of Damascus. When you get there, anoint Hazael king over Aram."' Elijah ran away from where he was. We cannot run from God within our own life structure. God's plan is for you and living up to that is key.

We can be blessed from God every day! Take your blessing and share it. Joe

[beneathashadytree]

I love ur imagines especially the One Piece ones!! Would it be alright if you could make a scenario of a g/n reader who's an Ancient Weapon and like they're afraid of getting close to anyone since everyone they get close to dies. They're a part of the Heart Pirates and then suddenly the crew is hunted down relentlessly because of the reader and they decided to leave the crew. While they're about to leave after an argument with Law, Law stops them by kissing them and then they try to reason things out! Hopefully this works! Lubsss uuuu

NEVER A HOME - TRAFALGAR LAW X READER

Warnings : mentions of death and injuries, probably some abandonment issues sprinkled in, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : angst to fluff (I think)

Word count : 3.4K words (holy shit—)

Additional notes : I… have no words to say—but apparently more than enough to write 😭 I got so carried away while writing this. Honestly, I just absolutely ADORED this request, so I couldn’t help but write this much. Aside from all this, please make sure to check my bio! My requests are actually closed now. I do hope you like this, though! Much love to you💗

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Masterlist

They don’t know when they’d decided to let their guard down. They don’t know how that constant nagging feeling; that creeping thought that ate away at their mind, was reduced to nothing more than a dull ache at the back of their head.

Born so different, and living so isolated—truly, they were destined to lead a cursed life that they couldn’t run away from. The circumstances under which they’d been brought into this world dictated that; after all, an Ancient Weapon instilled terror and carnage in every place it would set foot on. The fact that said Weapon was in the form of a human being was a tragedy scripted by the cruelest deity.

Something so horrifying, someone so overpowered, could only prove as a threat to everyone’s safety. Perhaps it was out of selflessness and a will to protect others from that gruesome fate of being tracked down and hunted for their relationship with them, or perhaps it was out of innate selfishness because they didn’t want their company and happiness pulled out from underneath their feet and leave them wanting—for whatever reason, they swore to never let a single creature in. To never stay for too long, to never speak too often.

But since stumbling upon that unruly group of pirates that seemed to follow the beat of their own drum, they’d found themself settling in. All ties to the wretched history of the world felt as though they were severed the moment they stepped on board, facing their carefree smiles and lively talking. The Heart Pirates, if someone looked too closely, were like a rowdy balm to soothe all the aches that the years of utter loneliness had left in their weary bones.

And, if they dared to admit it, the main contributor to that fact had been none other than their captain. Ever-enigmatic, nearly-always brooding, and startlingly sharp-witted Trafalgar Law. The man whose wicked smile and nimble fingers were famed across the entire Grand Line, and the name that struck a certain chilling fear in pirates and marines alike, had a startling calming effect on them.

They couldn’t exactly put a finger on how or why that was. All they knew was that Law was equal parts scary and endearing, with his bloodstained hands that still held the soft fur of Bepo at night, his cold demeanor that melted away when he directed his words to his crew (and by extension, them), and his own self that carried the past he never spoke of, in his tattoos and his clothes.

A mix of intrigue and genuine fondness had gradually grown inside them towards him, and they soon found that maybe that wasn’t so one-sided. A small, selfish part of them was reveling in the fact that he often sought them out in the midst of the crowded rooms of the Polar Tang, knees knocking and skin brushing. Tingles went down their spine whenever he called them into his office, with reasons that even they could see through as flimsy excuses to have them within close proximity. Even his guarded eyes turned a warmer shade of molten gold that had their heart thrumming in their chest.

With the new-found stability they’d found with Law and his crew, their fear of having everything ripped away from them, that was always very much there, had somehow become just background noise to them. And that was probably their first mistake.

That false comfort came shattering down on them the very second Shachi slammed the door to the cabin open one normal day, a frantic look in his eyes that was anything but normal.

“Marines?” Law swiftly got up, hand reaching for his sword at the same time they gripped the sheath of theirs, already alerted by the loud presence and thumping of feet outside.

“I’ll go outside, check if we’ll need you to interfere,” they said, turning back to Shachi who now had an uneasy expression on his face. “Spit it out. What’s wrong?”

“Uh, I wouldn’t advise you to go out.” He swallowed thickly, his eyes flitting between his captain and the person that was considered closest to him. “They’re… sorta looking for you. Something about… weapons?”

Their face blanched instantly, all color draining from their face at the realization that their past and identity had finally caught up to them in the absolute worst way possible. Shachi was saying something about him not really understanding what the Marines wanted with them, but they couldn’t register a single word that was being said. Their blissful days spent on the Polar Tang were nothing but borrowed time, and fate had sent a harsh but much-needed reminder.

Flashes of images seared into their memory finally resurfaced, reminding them of what had happened the last time they’d allowed themself to indulge in someone’s presence. As Law rushed onto the deck and began to shout orders that Penguin rapidly relayed, they remained stuck in the loop in their head.

As the loop played, they watched people they’d grown to care for get sliced and gutted so brutally that the ground seemed to soak up their blood and gore—sometimes meeting a much worse fate, plainly vanishing off the face of the earth without leaving a trace behind, as if their existence had never been.

The reel was only snipped clean in half when Law huffed back into the room, an unreadable expression on his face as he called their name and snapped them out of it.

“Yes, Captain?”

He clicked his teeth. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d remind them that there was no need for stiff formalities between them when he’d been as honest with them as his tentative heart could allow him to, but he said nothing this time, and only pinned them with his piercing stare.

“What’s that they were saying about you being an Ancient Weapon?”

Say nothing, reveal nothing. That had always been their policy as they jumped from ship to island to ship. And besides, it was impossible for them to open their mouth and speak when it suddenly felt like dry sandpaper.

“I vaguely know of some of them,” he went on to say as he gestured for them to take a seat on the worn-out sofa, “But I’m sure that I’ve never heard of a single mention of your name—and considering the circles I’ve been in, that’s unusual. Why’s that?”

Swallowing thickly, they tried once again to push past that barrier and speak. This time they succeeded, but their words still came out very stilted. “Because they’ve all been… eradicated. Everyone outside of the Marines who knew, that is.”

Law inhaled sharply. “Pirates?”

“And civilians alike.”

Silence at that moment wasn’t one that they welcomed, as they often did while being in their captain’s presence, but instead an oppressive thing that snaked around their neck and squeezed their airways.

Luckily, Law saved them the trouble of having to miserably fight for words. An inked hand rubbed over his face for a second, and it took them that second to glance his pure exhaustion. “I think I get the general picture.” He sighed, opening his eyes again as he moved to sit behind his desk. “You’re on watch duty tonight.”

They could tell a dismissal when they heard one. So with no more words left to say—and none that they were able to, anyways—they nodded curtly, taking themself out with the weight of their sword heavier than usual.

***

That was the first of many, many times in which they’d directly endangered the Heart Pirates with their presence amongst them. It wasn’t just one time they’d find themself scurrying on deck despite Law’s exasperated yells for them to stay protected inside and let the rest of them handle things; wasn’t the last time they’d gotten into a heated argument with him over how keeping them sheltered was insulting to them.

The raw fury had flashed in both their eyes multiple times, subordinate and captain blurring the lines into something else entirely. The immense care and worry was plain to see in Law’s golden eyes, and were what fueled his anger, but all they felt was indignation and a deep sense of shame at the fact that he and his entire crew were fighting for them and their safety.

After all, hadn’t their very presence been the exact reason why they’d risked their capture in the first place? Hadn’t the fact that they’d been born that way condemned them to become targets for the rest of their lives, simply for associating with them? They could only dread what would befall the Heart Pirates when the Marines found out just how close they’d grown to the crew, and particularly Law.

It was that fear, deeply ingrained into their bones, that had them clenching their fists after another angry back-and-forth with him that ended with him slamming his office door with a curse. Enough damage had been done already, and hearing the small crack in his voice as he demanded that they let him do his job instead of recklessly throwing themself into danger, was the last straw.

It was time they begged for forgiveness from the Heavens and tried to undo the sin of getting too greedy.

***

The sixth time it happened by the half-year, they’d already come to the final decision, and nothing could deter them. Maybe they’d managed to fight off the Marines this time and leave them worse for wear than they were, with far less injuries on their side busying Law, but that did nothing to dispel their worries. It did nothing to calm that storm of guilt tearing up their insides.

And that’s precisely why they’d taken the chance to sneak past the bustle of the infirmary and into their room. With Law distracted like that, they could quickly pull a backpack out of their locker, and begin to stuff it full of what few possessions they had (after having spent so many years on the run and jumping from place to place, they learnt to keep the things important to them scarce and close by at all times).

Once they’d crammed it with everything that seemed of value (whether sentimental or monetary), they scrambled out of the room as fast as their feet could carry them without making their disappearance known to everyone on deck. They were currently moored to a mild-tempered island with enough inhabitants to deem it well-lived in and populated.

If they got off the Polar Tang now, they could stay at the inn in town until sunrise. By then, the Heart Pirates will have sailed away, and they could do some miscellaneous jobs to earn enough cash to carry them for a while. Once they deemed their savings enough, only then could they hitch a ride with any pirate group without feeling like they were a burden.

They’d successfully slipped past the scurrying feet in the hallways and frantic yells for helping hands from the infirmary without attracting any attention to them. Light on their feet, they hopped off the railing and landed on the grass on the other side that muffled the sounds. A light hiss followed them, and before they could get further than five steps away, they stumbled in their tracks as their (now ex-) captain materialized right in front of them.

Their eyes widened for a second, having not foreseen this. After all, wasn’t Law supposed to be holed up in the infirmary, stitching up his injured crewmates? They’d predicted a disappearance of at least an hour or two, even with his otherworldly medical skills and Devil Fruit. Their stunned expression vanished just as quickly as it crossed their face, and they stiffened in place as he trained his hardened eyes on them.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Visiting the village, obviously,” they simply replied, not bothering to divulge more. It was better to stay quiet.

However, it seemed like he wasn’t buying it. Not in the least, if the skeptical look he gave them was anything to go by. Pointedly glancing at their stuffed backpack, he folded his arms across his chest.

Part of them grew angry at the demanding stance, while the other part absolutely crumbled in their chest as they thought of how familiar that sight was. Only before he’d been scolding them for spilling booze and not cleaning it off the counter, instead of catching them escaping.

They fumbled for another excuse, settling for a lame, “Restocking,” as if that would explain their overflowing bag.

“Funnily enough, I thought it worked in reverse. You go with an empty bag and come back with a full one.” His tone was icy as he snorted, probably at the idiocy of the entire situation.

A warm blush made its way on their face, partially out of the humiliation of getting caught in such a stupid lie. Gritting their teeth, they contemplated their options for a few seconds. Another fancy lie would only seem ridiculous and would never add up to their already-falling-apart excuses, and telling the truth would risk angering the captain and having him try to stop them.

Law had already crossed the distance between them by the time their thoughts had come to a halt.

“I’m not daft,” he snapped. “You’re leaving.” They opened their mouth for a second, and he interrupted before they could utter a word. “And don’t get smart with me and tell me that that’s what you’ve just said. You know what I mean.”

His eyes had always been intense, but now they were burning holes into their face, and they almost forced them to turn away. “And if I say that I don’t know what you mean?”

“Then I’ll call you a fucking coward,” Law barked a snarky laugh. “For running away again from the possibility of staying in one place.”

“Am I a coward for wanting to keep you guys safe?” they hissed, eyes burning with either unshed tears or anger. “Wasn’t it cowardice to force me to hide every single damn time we got chased down?”

“That’s not cowardice, that’s common fucking sense. Or did you want to announce your presence to the entire world?”

A watery laugh made its way out of their throat, and they had to clench their hands into fists and dig their fingers into their palms to stop themself from crying out. “Oh, please, as if the entire world doesn’t already know. The Marines have been tracking me down for years now, and—”

“And they’re not stupid enough to release a statement as to why.” Law interjected, clicking his teeth in annoyance as he read the stubbornness on their face that prevented them from thinking logically. “They wouldn’t want anyone to know more about the Ancient Weapons.”

Shaking their head, they took a step back, and it seemed that they were escaping this conversation on purpose—because they knew that if they stood there for any longer, they’d have to listen and believe in him. The body language wasn’t lost on Law, whose keen eyes tracked their every movement, and only grew harder with determination.

“We can protect you from their shitty attacks. We’re not weak.” He spat the final word out, as though the mere idea was an insult.

“Well, neither am I. And that’s why I’m taking the decision to walk away because it’s better for both our stakes.”

His hand flexed around the sheath of his sword, and he lowered his hat over his eyes for a second. They knew him well enough to know the signs of him shoving his feelings down and hiding them from others, and it hurt to know that he was doing this in front of them for the first time. But before they could wallow in the misery of being pushed out of his heart, Law had already looked up with an almost-cruel smirk on his lips.

“Is it really that easy for you to walk away from someone you love?”

His words felt like a punch to their gut, and it left them almost gasping for air. After having spent so much time running away from the reality of the situation at hand; trying to deny the very core of the problem that had them wanting to flee in the first place before things could get worse, hearing the words spoken out loud terrified them more than anything could.

It scared them; not knowing what to do with the feelings they knew endangered him. Law was incomparably strong, yes, but he wasn’t immune to the curse that followed them and wrecked everything in its wake. And to make matters worse, the fact that he’d already known of their feelings frightened them even more.

After all, no matter how much they liked to believe that they’d snuck into a crevice of his well-guarded heart as a close companion, they didn’t know what he truly made of this secret of theirs (if one could even call it a secret, after seeing the way they looked at him behind closed doors, or the lopsided smile they gave him when he shared a small piece of him with them).

If anything, it only triggered their fight or flight instincts—and at the current moment, they were leaning much further towards fleeing. In fact, their feet already took position to run off, heart hammering in their chest.

Law’s expression hardened as he observed their reaction, but before they could take off towards the town, his hand had gripped their wrist firmly enough to still them without hurting.

“Fuck off,” they snarled, in a last attempt to stave off any tears that might betray them. “Don’t mock me.”

“I’m not. If you’d only listen—”

They snorted, eyes as wild a as a caged beast’s as he got close enough for them to see the beginnings of his unshaved facial hair. In their panic, their reply only confirmed his words. “Listen to what? You enjoying making fun of my feelings, when I’ve only ever respected yours? Listen to you get cocky and hold my feelings as leverage over me?”

One step was all it took for Law’s long legs to entrap theirs. Rough, calloused palms reached out to cup their cheeks, and before they could wrench their way out of his grip, a pair of soft lips landed on theirs. Rooted in place, they didn’t even dare to move a muscle as his lips brushed against theirs in a firm kiss. Only seconds before he pulled away did they regain their senses, and the fact that Law was actually kissing them finally registered in their brain.

Tentatively, their eyes fluttered shut as they began to kiss him back, leaning into his touch that contrasted against his demanding mouth—warm and soft, and everything they’d ever dreamed of but had never dared to take for their own. It was sweet yet bitter; forceful yet gentle. It was all shards of Law’s soul pieced together against the tattered remains of theirs.

All too soon, he’d pulled away, though his bright eyes remained trained on them. It almost felt intrusive; the way he seemed to be reading something in them that they couldn’t see. Breathing heavily, they couldn’t find it in them to utter a word amidst that fragile moment. It was as though a string had been pulled taut, and threatened to snap in half at the lightest pressure. Carefully, carefully, they both had to be.

“Come back,” he gruffly said, thumb daring to brush against the flushed skin of their cheek. If they strained their ears a little, and if they put faith in what they knew about him, they’d know just how damn close those words were to begging. “Sit with me in my room. We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

Swallowing thickly, they blinked back the tears that they knew they had little control of anymore. How could they, when he’d wrenched their heart open and left it beating out in the open like this? They mustered what little strength that remained, and nodded. “Yeah,” they croaked out, allowing themself a selfish moment of letting him take their hand in his.

Whatever this was, it wasn’t kindness. Trafalgar Law wasn’t kind. He was all rough edges and charred pieces, and he was infuriatingly stubborn. What he was was selfish. And if nothing else, they had faith in that selfishness that drove him to caring too much. They could, at the very least, believe in him at that moment, and believe that whatever came next they’d brave through together. All they had to do was just jump back onboard with him.

And so they did.

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[cevansbrat0007]

Indulge Me

Summary: Andy refuses to stand by and watch his baby girl neglect herself. Takes place after the events in Let Go. Andy Barber x Black!Reader 

*Warnings: Protective Andy, Insecure Reader, Body Issues, Daddy Kink, Light Spanking, Mild Cursing, Therapy (mentioned), Smut (implied),  Minors DNI

A/N: Please, please, please drop me a line! I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own. Thanks for reading.

“Alright, well uh, thanks for letting me know, Marshall. I’ll be sure to handle it when I get home.” Andy ends the call with a heavy sigh. He scrubs a weary hand over his bearded face before loosening his tie.

While he knew you’d been having a bit of a hard time lately, he never thought you’d take it to this extreme. Watching what you ate was one thing, but eating so little that you’d almost passed out while shopping with a friend was something altogether different. This obsession with losing what was left of, in his opinion, that nonexistent baby weight had to stop.

Your beautiful body was graced with an abundance of luscious curves. It was the same body that had protected and nourished your daughter for nine months. It was the same body that had labored for more than thirty-seven hours to bring her into the world.

In his eyes, you were a living, breathing goddess. And there was nothing you could say or do that could ever change that.

But this whole neglecting yourself business, this whole counting every single tiny calorie that you put into your body…it was going to stop. Today.

Powering down his computer, he grabs his briefcase and heads out the door. The two of you would be having a serious discussion tonight, whether you wanted to or not. 

Andy makes sure to stop by your favorite Italian takeout spot on his way home. He orders the Italian Wedding Soup, Chicken Marsala, Chicken Piccata (sans capers because he knew you hated them), and an order of Manicotti for himself.

To be honest, he didn’t care what you ate. You could even have his food for all he cared, but you would eat. Even if it meant he had to feed you himself. 

Andy glances at the clock when finally walks through the door holding the bag of food. It was nearly Bianca’s bedtime. He strolls into the kitchen, his face going soft when he sees you wiping Bianca’s face and hands. His messy girl had clearly enjoyed her dinner. Her tiny face lights up when she sees him. 

“Da-da-da-da!” She squeals as a welcom home.   

“Look at that.” Andy murmurs. “My two favorite girls in one room.” 

You turn to your husband and offer him a smile. “Welcome home, Daddy.” You whisper, drinking in the sight of him. “I was just about to put her down for the night.” You tell him as you unbuckle and lift her from her highchair.

“Perfect timing then.” Andy responds. “I’ll put her down.” He sets the bag of food on the counter and motions for you to hand him Bianca. 

“Andy, you just got home. It’s okay, I’ll put her to bed.”  

“I wasn’t exactly asking. Now give me our baby.” You notice that there’s something off with his tone. Reluctantly, you hand her over. You watch as he cuddles her close, whispering soft, sweet words into her tiny ears.

“I’ll be back in a minute, Y/N. In the meantime, how about you put some of that food on plates. It’s been a while since we’ve been able to share a meal together.”

He totes a giggling Bianca upstairs. Smacking kisses on her chubby cheeks the entire way up. 

Knowing he’d most likely be awhile, you take the time to dispose of the empty baby food jars and wipe down the highchair. And then you wash her little plate, sippy cup, and spoon. When those small tasks are done, you finally look into the bag. Pulling out dish after dish, you take note of how Andy had ordered your favorites. God, how you loved that man. Too bad you couldn’t really eat any of it right now. 

You turn on the oven so you can reheat what you knew was his Manicotti. Once you ensure his food is piping hot, you dish it onto a plate. Somehow the wedding soup is still fairly warm, so you empty half the container into a bowl for him as well.

You’re pouring Andy a glass of wine when he finally comes back down the stairs, sans tie. 

“How’d she go down?” You ask as you place the glass next to his food. “Easy or did she fight you?”

“She went down like a dream.” He assures you. “But first she had to tell me about her whole day in excruciating detail. I honestly had no idea about how dramatic Mickey Mouse Clubhouse could be until now.” 

“Yeah, our BiBi is chatty like that.” You grin. “Thanks for putting her to bed, it sounds like you’ve more than earned your dinner.”

Andy’s body goes rigid when he glances at the table, the muscle in his jaw ticking. “What is this?” 

You bite your lower lip. “You said you wanted to eat dinner and so I made - ”

“What I said was that I wanted for us to share a meal together.” He hisses. “So put some food on a fucking plate, Y/N, and eat with me. Come eat with your husband, baby.” His large hand reaches out to caress your jaw.

“Andy, I’m not really all that hungry. I had a big lunch and then an early dinner protein shake…I’m kinda stuffed.” It was a lie, but what unsettled you the most was that your normally very agreeable husband seemed to be looking right through you. He sits down at the table and cuts into his Manicotti. 

He places the fork to your lips. “How about you be a good girl and indulge me, hmm?” Unsure of what else to do, you accept the bite of pasta. Barely managing to hold back a moan at the rich flavors bursting on your tongue. It had been ages since you’d even allowed yourself to enjoy such a delicious treat.  

“Why don’t you go and heat up a bit of that Chicken Marsala, honey?” Your eyes flit towards the other dishes on the counter. “I want you to eat while the two of us talk.” His captivating blue eyes meet yours, drawing you in.

“I already told you, Andy, I’m not hungry -”

“You attempt to lie to me one more time tonight and I’m going to take it out on your ass. Understand?” He holds another bite of food to your mouth. “Either you can eat on your own or I’m going to feed you.” Once again, you accept his offering. “Those are your only options.” 

Slowly rising from the table, you go to pour what’s left of the remaining soup into a bowl for yourself. “Not soup, Y/N. I want to see you eat food. Real, actual food. Heat up the Marsala.” He orders. 

“I don’t feel like waiting for the oven to preheat…”

Barely holding onto his temper, Andy sets down his fork and knife and gets up from the table. He takes the container out of your hands and dishes some onto a plate before putting it into the microwave and hitting the reheat setting.

“You see how easy that was?” He questions with a raised brow. “Go sit down and I’ll bring it to you.” 

“Andy…I’m really not -”

He swiftly grabs your arm and bends you over the counter to administer five hard swats to your bottom, making you cry out. To be fair, he’d warned you. 

“You ready to sit now?” He growls. You nod. “Good. Now go.” His tone brooks no room for argument. Moments later, he sets a plate of hot food in front of you, complete with the appropriate cutlery.

“Go ahead, baby.” Andy encourages you. “Take a bite and tell Daddy how it tastes.”

You sit there for a moment, tears stinging your eyes. “Andy, I - I can’t. Eating pasta isn’t going to help me get my body back. Why are you trying to sabotage me like this?”

“Sabotage you? Is that honestly what you think I’m trying to do right now?” There’s something in voice that makes it clear that you are dangerously close to pissing him off. “I’m trying to feed my wife who nearly fainted earlier today while she was out with her friend Jenna.”

Your eyes widen as your heartbeat quickens in your chest. How could he possibly have known about that? Jenna had promised not to say anything. Unless…        

“Jenna’s husband called me this afternoon out of concern for you. I understand your wanting to be healthy, and I support it to a point. But what I will not tolerate is you neglecting yourself like this.”

“I’m not neglecting anything. I just don’t like the way I look right now.” You watch as Andy pushes his plate out the way and scoots his chair closer to yours. Picking up your utensils, he begins to cut up your meal. Spearing a piece of chicken and mushroom onto your fork, he all but forces it into your mouth and watches as you chew.

“I love the way you look. Always have and always will. You and your curves are gorgeous, baby.” His voice lowers to a gravelly purr. “What do I need to do as your Daddy to get you to see that?” He feeds you another bite. “Do you think seeing someone might help?”

“You mean like a personal trainer or..? He shakes his head and feeds you some pasta he’s swirled in the sauce. “I was thinking more along the lines of a therapist.”

What? “I don’t need to see a shrink, Andy.” You snipe, offended by his suggestion. “I’m not crazy.”

He pauses for a moment to take a deep breath. “Y/N, I never said you were. But as much as I would like to, I can’t be here with you every moment of every day to make sure you’re taking proper care of yourself. If you won’t talk to me about all of these negative thoughts dancing through your head, then I’m going to find someone else who can help.”

“I’m fine, Andrew.” His full name slips out before you can catch it. You watch as his tongue kisses his teeth. “Let’s finish getting some food into your little tummy and then I’ll take you upstairs.” 

There was nothing even remotely little about your tummy. Once upon a time it was flat and toned, and now you could feel it jiggle when you walked. You’d seen plenty of men stray from their wives for less.

“I can feed myself.” You whisper softly, warily looking down at the still half-full plate. 

“I told you what your options were earlier. You didn’t listen, so now I’m feeding you. Five more bites and then I’m taking you to bed.” To bed? The look on his face practically dares you to challenge him. 

You nod obediently and accept each bite. Since you haven’t been eating much lately, you tend to feel full pretty quickly. Something your husband seems to understand. You feel a sense of relief when you chew and swallow for the final time. “Thank you, Andy.”

“Ah, ah. What’s my name, sweetheart?” He gently wipes your mouth with a napkin. When you don’t immediately respond his hand goes to the back of your neck, squeezing lightly. “I asked you a question.”

“Daddy.” You breathe out. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, baby. Now let’s get you upstairs.” Andy cuts you off when you mention something about needing to put away the leftovers. “Hush. I’ll take care of it later.” He brushes a sweet kiss against your lips.

Taking your hand, he leads you up the stairs to your bedroom. He flips on the light and ushers you inside before shutting the door. “But how will we hear Bianca?” Andy points at the baby monitor nestled on the bedside table. “Oh.”

“You gonna let me love you tonight?” His lips hover over yours as his thumb strokes your thrumming pulse point. “You gonna be a good girl for Daddy?”

“Yes.” You whisper, pulling away to go for the light switch. He snags your wrist with a growl. 

“Stop. The lights stay on.” His hands move to your waist. “No more making love in the dark, honey. I want to be able to see you when I take your body, when I give you pleasure, when I make you cum.”

“But Andy…” You whine. 

He leans his forehead against yours as one of his hands palms your ass. “Indulge me, sweetness. Please.”

“Okay.” You wrap your arms around his neck, dragging down his head so that his lips meet yours. You know without a certainty that you’d be lost without him. He moans into the kiss, his hands roaming your body - touching and stroking every single one of your curves. Finally, he pulls away. 

“Tomorrow, you and I are going to figure out a plan.” He captures your lips again in another white-hot kiss, his tongue languidly dueling with your own. “But right now, I want you to strip for me.” His heavy hand smacks your bottom, making you gasp. 

“Tonight I want to show you how beautiful you really are. And you’re going to let me.” He watches as your shaking hands begin unfastening your jeans. 

“That’s right.” Andy murmurs. “Just show Daddy where it hurts so he can kiss it better.” 

END

[jarofstyles]

For mafia harry, I just love the fact that’s he’s only soft for his girl. So something soft!!!! Plss n thxx

He’s literally so soft for her it’s ridiculous.

Warnings: fluff, talk of murder, mafia type stuff

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It wasn’t uncommon for Harry to come home with bruised knuckles. While he tended to have his men take care of business, he couldn’t help but be hands on sometimes.

When it came to certain motherfuckers, he truly couldn’t help but get in on the action and keep his name at the top of the’ who not to mess with’ list.

But his one and true weakness was sleepy eyed and soft as she stepped into his arms. He had gotten home from some business only an hour ago and put on the coffee pot. Being out all night was not ideal in the slightest, mainly because he had Y/N at home. Before meeting her he could go days at a time without sleep, without even being home. But having a woman he loved so deeply in his bed, who truly adored him and looked past his very unusual career path. She was so giving to him, with her time, energy, body, affection. He had hit the jackpot when it came to women and he knew all to well. So did anyone else.

It took a lot to get a man like Harry soft. He was hard and jagged around the edges. Throwing a punch or getting rid of someone wasn’t a big deal to him. Then Y/N stumbled into his life by accident and he found the heart he had covered with ice melted into a puddle of mush that she hand shaped in her own form. It was comical at times to see his attitude change when she would walk into the room.

“H?” She whispered sleepily. She shouldn’t be awake, but her body had somehow known her hero was home. While Y/N was well aware of his faults and his dangerous job and tendencies? He fiercely protected and cared for her. Provided for her. Gave her a home and a best friend and loved wrapped into one. No one was perfect, but Harry was perfect for her. “Where were you all night?” His stomach twinged with guilt as he pulled her into his chest, large hand cupping the back of her head and keeping her body close to his.

“M’so sorry, angel.” He whispered, pressing multiple kisses to her hairline. “We found one of the rats.” He grumbled, making Y/N freeze. Her head pulled up from his chest and her eyes were a dangerous glint. One that, quite frankly? Made him hard. As soft and gentle as Y/N is, she had come to take Harry and his men as family. You fuck with them? You fuck with her.

“And you took care of it?” Her tone was low, Harry still shocked at how fierce his little angel could be. How protective. She made them cookies and tea and brought sweets to the underground clubs, but was willing to put someone on their ass if they hurt Harry. It was fucking hot.

“Y’know I did, sweet girl. M’always taking care of my people.” He was cut off by her lips pressing to his jaw, her head tucking back into his neck. It was early and she hadn’t slept well. Y/N usually didn’t when it came to Harry being out and doing dangerous things. Her sleep schedule had been the worst it’s been since dating him, but it was the easiest sacrifice to make because she was getting to be in his arms. When he was home?

She got the best sleep of her entire life. Especially after getting dicked down.

“Know you do.” She relaxed, hand running over his broad back. The shirt was slightly damp form his sweat but she didn’t mind. The skin under was hot and it did get her mind going to think about how sexy he looked when he was mad. As long as it wasn’t at her? It went straight to her cunt.

Okay. Maybe even when it was at her. But it was very hard to make him angry at her. He was 100% a pushover for his girl. Y/N was the only one ever allowed to raise her voice at him.

~

The first time it had happened around others, they’d all nearly choked. Harry had ate the last of the cookie butter, which Y/N had been saving. It actually pissed her the fuck off, and not realizing he was in a meeting she had stormed down the hallway with her volume on 10. The girl wasn’t one too raise her voice often, but Harry knew how to push her buttons.

“Harry fucking Styles! You better hope to god you’re busy because I’m going to shove this jar up your ass!” She seethed, the stomping of her feet making everyone’s eyes widen. The men he worked closely with usually had a softer version of her. But it was earlier in the day, not their normal time, and gathered in the office in Harry’s large home.

Harry froze, realizing what it was and winced as he watched the door fly open. There, in all her big shirt, no pants and freshly woken glory was his beautiful Y/N. Empty jar in hand. Her eyes cut around the room but the fury she felt was too deep. This was personal!

Of course, they all were tense because No One talks to Harry Styles in a tone like that and got away with it. The shock that crossed their faces when Harry sheepishly got up and crossed the room, hushing her and trying to approach her like a wounded puppy was pure and utter insanity. The big man who always had a straight face, mean punches that knocked out cold, little regard for most people and took care of many a week was letting his woman talk to him like that.

“M’sorry, baby, I meant to get more but we called an emergency-“ he was cut off by a single hand raising, lips snapping closed as he watched his little love step closer to him.

“If you aren’t ready to go to Trader Joe’s in the next 15 minutes….” Her eyes narrowed. “You’ll be cut off.” And Harry knew exactly what that meant.

No sex.

There was no way he was risking that.

“Okay, okay.” He raised his own hands in surrender. “M’gonna finish up. Go get ready, we’ll take the Audi.”

They all learned that day that you didn’t mess with Y/N’s food, and Harry Styles only had one singular weakness.

~

Granted, Harry never was ashamed of it. He always said that his woman was half of his strength. She didn’t need him, but he needed her. Harry loved her so wholly and deeply that he knew that she was it for him. He had bought an engagement ring only 2 months in. So no, he didn’t ever deny it.

If anyone ever tried to use Y/N against him, they ended up in the river. Or in several pieces. He had very little restraint over that, considering all threats he took very, very seriously. The one light in his life was something he kept close, protected, and loved.

“Why don’t we go shower n’then we sleep? Hm? M’sorry to keep you up late, angel.” He puckered his lips down at her to be met with a soft peck, nodding her head at the idea. “And then we can make some ‘brunch’, whatever you call it.”

It got a laugh out of her, so he considered it a win.

“Mhm. If you thought I was letting you into our clean sheets smelling like guns and sweat. It’s sexy for dirty sheets but I’m simply too tired. Got the new ones I got online too.” She sighed, playfully teasing him because she knew it would get him to smile. He saw horrors every day, and if she could get some silliness in him it would lessen his stress.

“Oi. Don’t be callin’ me smelly, little girl.” He pinched her cheek, obnoxious kissing her mouth. “Better get your ass up there and get naked so we can pass out. M’Gonna need those pretty hands helping me wash, I fear… I’m a dead man walking.” He was dramatic, obviously overtired and it got a giggle from her.

“In your dreams, Mafia Man. Let’s move.”

“You’re right, I do dream about that.”