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claws buried deep (bite down)

take ~1k of dinosaur smut, with bonus cold-hearted old bastard (only on ao3)

[uhhlifeig]

First Kid - Jan. 19th - word count: 431 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“So,” Sirius started nervously. “I, uhm, did a thing.”

Remus exhaled, crossing his arms. “What happened this time when I was away teaching? Did you accidentally fly your motorcycle into another house?”

“Shuddup,” Sirius pouted. “No, I did something else.”

“And what is this… something else?” Remus asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Did you maybe sire a kid I wasn’t aware of in the six months I was away?”

Sirius flushed guiltily, looking away from his husband.

Remus’s jaw hit the floor. “You didn’t actually have a child with someone, did you? Because I swear to fuck that if you did-”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Sirius said hastily. “I would never cheat on you, Moony!”

“But you got a kid,” Remus frowned. “From where? Sirius, did you kidnap a child?”

“Well, no,” Sirius said slowly. “Not technically. I got him from an alleyway. Kid probably ran from home.”

“And you formed a bond with the child, correct?” Remus asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

Sirius nodded guiltily, looking very much like a kicked dog.

“Alright. So, if we’re adopting a child off the streets, can I at least meet said child?” Remus asked.

“Yeah, sure- wait, what?” Sirius said as the words registered. “You’re letting us adopt him?” 

“Of course, dummy,” Remus said, rolling his eyes fondly. “You’ve apparently bonded with said kid, and since you found him in an alleyway then I’m assuming he has nowhere else to go. We basically have to adopt him now.”

Sirius beamed. “I love you so much, Moonbeam,” he exclaimed. 

“Love you too. Now, do I get to meet the kid or not?”

“Oh, right. Teddy,” Sirius said, turning around. “You can come out now.”

A little head of bright teal hair poked out from the doorway. 

“Hullo,” the boy said. “I’m Teddy.” He toddled over to Sirius’s side, clinging onto his pant leg. Then, without warning, his hair turned bright pink.

“Sirius, why the hell does the child change hair colors?” Remus frowned. “Do we need to get that checked out?”

Sirius laughed. “No, Moons. He’s a Metamorphmagus. You know, like the people who can change their appearance at will? That’s why he was tossed out, actually. His parents are Muggles, so…” he trailed off.

“Ah. So, what I’m hearing is that we have a shapeshifting Marauder-in-training now.”

“Yep!” Sirius grinned. “Prongs and Lils are going to have a fit when I tell them. We’ll have two mini Marauders on our hands now, Remus, isn’t that great?”

“Very great. We’re giving him to Lily for the moons though, alright?” Remus sighed.

“Deal.”

[quarterlifekitty]

okay hear me out… you know those sugar daddies who dm and offer an allowance in return for some attention and affection? i’m getting retired!price vibes and a reader whose short on money and desperate. but little does she know that when she meets up with him he’s an attractive, put together, and charming man.

lol Can you imagine if you sent me this and I was like “no, I don’t know about that. Please explain what a sugar daddy is. I don’t understand why he doesn’t just get a girlfriend. The world is strange and scary to me”

Counterpoint: imagine John who’s become a little disillusioned with trying to find a sugar baby (wow who would’ve thought trying to pay people to make you less lonely would be draining emotionally) and he’s been catfished more times than he can count, ghosted after the first allowance, had girls try to speed run getting him into bed to reap the rewards of making him cum— all when he wants something a little more… earnest. A girl who needs a little financial help, but doesn’t just see him as a means to an ends. Or at least, makes him feel like more than that.

He’s on the verge of giving up, of just settling on being alone when he meets up with you for the first time. You’re a complete amateur, all shy smiles, constantly tugging your skirt or playing with your necklace, and you have absolutely no idea what you’re worth when the terms of the agreement come into discussion. That just sets his instincts off— he’s gotta snap you up before a worse man does, he has to take care of you so no one else can take advantage.

If you enjoy this, please check out this erotic audio heehee

[crazymecjc]

every day’s great at your junes!

my piece for @p4zine ! this zine was such a fantastic experience, and I was so happy to be a part of it leftovers sales are open now, so get your copy while you still have a chance!!

[teddy06writes]

Whumptober Day 5 - Tommy Shelby

Tommy Shelby x gn!reader

Prompt: "You don't need to earn this."

Trigger Warnings: Insecure Tommy

Summary: When your surprises and gentle treatment catch Tommy by surprise, he questions what he'd done to deserve it.

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The door to Tommy's office was strong and sturdy, and you could just barely make out your husbands hushed voice on the other side, speaking to someone over the phone.

Tommy had been in a gloomy mood all week, something about Ada wanting to push a new policy that no one else in the family agreed with, and him getting stuck in the middle, as always.

You glanced back in the direction of the dining room, where the dinner you'd made, in the hopes of lifting his spirits, sat ready and waiting, before cautiously knocking, and opening the door a crack.

Tommy looked up and caught your gaze a smile ghosting over his lips. He held up a hand, for you to give him a moment as he finished speaking into the receiver, "Yes, I'll speak to him about it tomorrow. - Yes of course. Goodbye."

As soon as the receiver was back in it's cradle, you were pushing into the room properly, "Hello, Tommy love."

"Hello darling," He stubbed out the cigarette that had been tucked between his lips, leaning back in his chair, "You're back early."

"Or, you've been working so long you've lost track of time?" You teased, moving to perch on one of the chairs in front of his desk.

Tommy sighed tiredly, running a hand over his face, "Maybe I have."

You stood, moving around his desk and behind his chair to wrap your arms around him, resting your chin on his head, "Business alright? Did that Arthur-Ada stuff smooth over?"

"I'm working on it. They can be quite difficult." He tipped his head back to look at you.

You hummed, before straightening up, "I made dinner."

"I've still got work to do, darling."

You turned to him sharply, "Thomas Shelby I did not spend my whole morning begging Polly for this recipe you like for you to skip dinner. Come on."

Slowly, Tommy stood up, a fond smile tugging at his lips as you took his hand, leading him out of the room.

"And I got you a little surprise, for dessert." You grinned, turning to look at him.

He raised an eyebrow critically, "A surprise?"

"I stopped off at that little bakery- you remember the one we used to go to on West Hill, with the tarts you like-" You cut yourself off with a huff, "Well, there goes the surprise, I suppose."

Tommy stopped in his tracks, a frown suddenly on his face as he dropped your hand. Oh no. This is the very opposite of what you had wanted.

"What's wrong, Tommy love?"

He looked at you with clear confusion behind his eyes, "You made me a special dinner. You went out of the way to get me a tart- have I missed something? Read the calender wrong?"

"What?" Your eyebrows furrowed.

"It's neither of our birthdays, and it's certainly not our anniversary, so what's going on?"

You looked around in disbelief, "I need an excuse to treat my husband? I don't have a reason."

"Then why are you doing this?" There's an odd hardness to Tommy's voice. Something between suspicion and sadness you couldn't hope to understand.

"Because I love you Tom, this is what I do when I love people," You reached forward to grasp his arms, "There doesn't have to be a special reason."

This is the truly the first time you've ever seen Tommy perplexed. Your husband, careful and calculating, brought down by the idea that you might love without cause or reason.

"But- I haven't done anything..."

"Oh, Tommy love," You wrapped your arms around him again, and this time he melted into your touch, "You don't need to earn this. You will never have to earn my love."

[iamgonnagetyouback]

hi! congratulations on 2k ivy! i've only recently stumbled into your acc but i'm loving all of your works so far!

you write so good i feel like im actually in it, iykwim!

anyways, if it's okay with you, can i get a 🧸 teddy dust for mattheo or theo with the prompt; "look, i know i probably should have backed off and i apologize." "no, honestly it was kind of hot." "what??" (from the 2nd angst prompt list)

i love your works sm you're amazing! cheers to 2k again!

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SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since you met mattheo, you knew he had a temper. but when some creep at a party gets too close to you, he completely snaps. now you're in his dorm, everyone yelling, but all you can think about is how pretty he looks when he's angry

WARNINGS ಇ. violence, fighting, blood, suggestive tension, possessive!mattheo, mutual pining A/N ಇ. hi love!! ୨ৎ omg first of all, thank you so much for your sweet words, you have no idea how much that means to me ♡ hope you love it, darling—mwah!! ‹𝟹 nav. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀2k celebration. ⠀

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The party had been going fine—better than fine, actually. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the Slytherin common room was packed with students laughing, dancing, and generally causing trouble. But then, of course, someone had to ruin it.

You’d been trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of some Ravenclaw’s hand lingering too long on your wrist, his body crowding too close as he slurred something about how you were “too pretty to be this stuck-up.”

You were this close to hexing him when someone else stepped in.

More specifically—Mattheo. And more as in swung in.

The shift in the room was immediate. One second, you were glaring up at the guy, and the next, Mattheo was right there, shoving himself between you and the Ravenclaw.

His voice was low, lethal. "Touch her again, and I’ll break your fucking hand."

The guy scoffed, clearly thinking Mattheo was all talk—right up until Mattheo’s fist connected with his jaw.

The impact was loud. Gasps echoed around the room.

"For fuck’s sake, Riddle!" Draco groaned, already marching over.

Draco and Theodore had immediately shoved themselves between Mattheo and the guy before he could do worse. Lorenzo grabbed you by the wrist, tugging you back as Blaise and Pansy tried to calm the situation down. The guy scrambled away, cursing, but Mattheo still lunged after him, only stopped by Theodore gripping his shirt and yanking him back.

"Fucking hell, Riddle," Blaise hissed. "You wanna get expelled?"

"Expelled?" Pansy cut in, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she grabbed your hand. "More like murdered—if Snape finds out, he’s going to skin him alive."

"I’d like to see him try," Mattheo muttered, wiping his knuckles on his shirt.

"Are you dense?" Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. "Do you ever think before you act?"

Mattheo scoffed. "Oh, please. You lot would’ve done the same."

Theodore rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. "Doesn’t mean we’re not going to call you an idiot for it."

Eventually, after much grumbling, the boys dragged Mattheo upstairs to their dorm, with you and Pansy following close behind.

Once inside, the scolding resumed.

"If you break every guy’s nose who flirts with her, you’re going to run out of people to fight," Lorenzo pointed out.

"And fists," Blaise added.

"And brain cells," Theodore muttered.

"Bold of you to assume he has any left," Draco deadpanned.

Mattheo huffed, plopping onto his bed. "Whatever. Worth it."

Pansy shook her head before turning to you. "You okay, love?"

You nodded, offering a small smile. "I would’ve handled it, but..."

"But he had to go full knight-in-bloody-armor," Draco finished, rolling his eyes.

Blaise smirked. "Our resident guard dog."

Mattheo flipped him off. "Shut up."

Eventually, after much scolding (mostly from Pansy and Lorenzo), everyone trickled out, leaving you alone with Mattheo.

You exhaled, arms crossed as you leaned against the wall.

"Look, I know I probably should have backed off, and I apologize."

You let out a breathy laugh. "No, honestly, it was kind of hot."

Mattheo blinked. "What??"

You smirked, watching realization dawn on his face as he tilted his head at you, eyes darkening with mischief. "Ohhh. So you like watching me throw punches, huh? That’s a bit concerning, love."

You shoved his shoulder. "Shut up."

"No, no, this is good information. Noted." His grin was all teeth, but there was something softer in the way he looked at you now.

The air between you shifted. You could still see the adrenaline buzzing under his skin, the way his jaw flexed slightly, his lips still slightly parted like he had more he wanted to say.

So you decided to shut him up another way.

You grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down into a kiss. His hands immediately found your waist, fingers pressing into your skin as he responded instantly, tilting his head and deepening it like he’d been waiting for this.

When you finally pulled away, Mattheo was grinning like an idiot. "So, just to clarify—if I get into more fights, do I get more kisses?"

You rolled your eyes. "Try it and find out."

"Merlin, I love a challenge."

And just like that, Mattheo Riddle was absolutely, hopelessly gone for you.

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[adiraargent]

Pillowtalk - Theodore Nott (Modern AU)

wc: 400 warnings: fluff, cuteness, established relationship, modern au summary: Theodore comes home to find you sleeping on the couch and picks you up, taking you to bed

Theodore pushed the door open with a soft click, the apartment swathed in a gentle, dim light. His eyes immediately sought you out, nestled on the couch, bathed in the soft glow from the lamp nearby. You lay there, surrounded by a fortress of blankets, your features serene in slumber.

A tender smile graced his lips as he approached, marveling at the sight of you, the way your hair cascaded over the cushions, framing your peaceful face. The quiet rhythm of your breathing filled the room, and his heart swelled with affection.

He knelt beside you, admiring the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the way your lashes brushed against your cheeks in the soft light. Theodore's fingers ghosted over the curve of your cheek, marveling at the warmth that radiated from you.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he whispered, his voice barely audible, not wanting to disturb your tranquil state. You stirred slightly at the sound, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Teddy?" Your voice was drowsy, laced with warmth as you murmured his name, barely awake.

"Yeah, it's me," he chuckled softly, his heart melting at the sound of your sleepy voice.

With infinite care, Theodore gathered you into his arms, relishing the weight of you against him, the way you instinctively snuggled closer, seeking his comfort even in your slumber.

"You're so cozy," you mumbled, your words a mere whisper against his chest, barely coherent.

"I know, sweetheart, but your bed's waiting," he murmured back, his tone filled with affection as he carried you toward the bedroom.

The warmth of your body against his, the softness of your breath against his neck—it filled him with an overwhelming sense of love and tenderness.

"Thank you, Teddy," you murmured, your voice a soft sigh as he gently laid you down on the bed, tucking the covers around you with careful precision.

"Always," he replied, his voice laced with fondness as he leaned over to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Sleep tight, my love."

You sighed contentedly, the sensation of his kiss lingering like a sweet promise, and snuggled deeper into the pillows, feeling the comfort of his presence even in his absence. Theodore stood by the bedside, watching over you with adoration, before finally dimming the lights and quietly slipping out so he could go have a quick shower before joining you in bed

[pipedreame]

Ride AND Die AU

(Danny Phantom DanDash Prompt #1)

AU in which Dash has been part of the squad since third grade and goes into the portal with Danny (as a show of solidarity against Tucker and Sam’s annoying nagging) and they both come out half-dead. There are now TWO ghost boys running around Amity Park.

With a heaping load of angst: Danny for letting Dash go with him into one of his parents’ malfunctioning contraptions and Dash for accidentally tripping Danny and making the damned thing turn on in the first place and of course Sam and Tuck for egging them on and resulting in their two best friends dying and not to even mention the fact that Danny’s parents now want to hunt them both for sport and disect them in the name of science

But also a healthy load of fun and fluff: the boys learning how to use their powers together, increasingly absurd excuses to get out of classes/events to go fight ghosts, and a super fun and convenient mind and/or physical link caused by the two being in such close proximity during the accident (they were totally hugging, but who can blame them, really)

Sam: Guys I think the term is ‘Ride OR Die’ not ‘Ride AND Die’

Dash: Well maybe we’re just more serious about this friendship than you are, Manson

Danny: Yeah, Sam, we’re deadly serious. Get on our level

Tucker: I feel like two dead friends is enough actually

Dash: You’re right, two’s a party but three’s a crowd

Sam: What’s four, then?

Danny: A funeral procession

[hotchstead]

Couch - A. Hotchner

Aaron hotchner x fem!reader

You weren’t always comfortable around Aaron hotchner. It was impossible to be right away. Stoic new boss that never looked at anyone in anyway other than with daggers for eyes.

He intimidated you from day 1. It took a good handful of cases before you were used to the gore of the job and he seemed to notice when it got to you.

That led to him making sure you were okay, which opened up that line of communication. You knew you could go to him. That he was there.

Not that you never thought that. He was your boss of course. A well respected and known fbi agent. You’d seen him in the news plenty of times before you’d met him face to face.

Regardless of how things started, now, a handful of years later, you were close. Things were shaky for his home life and you were a shining star in the sky that kept him sane.

Though he’d never admit that to you.

In the same sense, he was that for you. This last case back in Connecticut was hard. Hit home. You’d almost lost the team all at once. It wasn’t easy.

And since then, sleeping wasn’t either. The few hours of sleep were met with reliving that exact moment, waking up right after your eyes fell to the fact nobody had gotten out.

So you just stayed awake. It wasn’t necessarily on purpose but if you could, you’d find an excuse to do it. Even if it meant that the following morning you’d be leaning on your palm on your desk fighting to keep your eyes open.

It wasn’t unnoticed. By anyone. Though nobody wanted to bring it up. Just like former problems, they figured it was something you’d work through on your own. It worked for Reid, it should work for you too. Should.

Except it didn’t, and not even a week later and a good deal of hours under-slept, Hotch was calling you into his office. How could you possibly do your job if the bags under your eyes were dark enough to match his suit?

He didn’t accept the usual argument of you being fine, he never did. “Seriously, Hotch, I’ll get over it-“ he held his hand up, standing.

“You’re taking a nap.” His voice firm, not allowing an argument. Sure it was unprofessional, but he knew you wouldn’t go home and even if you would, that didn’t mean you’d sleep.

The only way he could be sure you at least tried, was in the same room as him. And since they weren’t out on a case, looking to share a hotel room, his office’s couch would do.

“What?”

He gestured to the couch, moving the small red pillow from the middle of the cushions to the end and patted it, “lay down.”

Once again, no argument allowed. When you did, he shrugged his jacket off, putting it over you like a blanket.

“Hotch-“

“Sh,” a finger held up to his lips. “Try and sleep. I’m going back to do work.” And he did. As if you weren’t laying there, confused and staring at the front of his desk.

It took awhile, his pen scribbling across paper and those papers then turning the only sound aside from both of your breathing that you could hear.

Eventually though, you did fall asleep. Surprising to you, nothing woke you up until you nearly rolled off the couch and scared yourself awake.

Hotch was still at his desk but the lights were out, his lamp shining some of it onto his face.

Slowly you stretched, looking over, catching his eye as he did the same. “Morning.” He said, checking the time with a slight chuckle, one you’d hardly heard.

It was actually almost 8 and he was reading over a report for the third time in an attempt to let you rest the best you could.

“Mhm,” you were too tired to make words come out of your mouth as you stood, his jacket slipping before you caught it. “You shoulda w’ke me up before.” Your words muttered together.

“You needed rest.”

“On your couch specifically?”

“Would you have got it at home?”

“…no.”

Hotch gave you a slight smile, “there’s your answer.” He held his hand out for his jacket, placing it on his desk when you reached and handed it over.

“Thank you.” You muttered quietly, fiddling with your fingernails nervously.

“Don’t thank me.” He softly spoke, an aura entrapping the two of you.

That became a bit of a thing between you. The naps weren’t terribly frequent, but enough that you could pin the connection between them. He made you feel safe. A reminder that he was there.

At home, it was silent, too many things could run through your mind. But in his office, he was right there. Writing, typing, quietly talking on the phone, existing right in your face.

You’d woken the other day to him softly telling Jack goodnight and it made your heart just about burst right then and there. You waited a decent while before actually sitting up and alerting him of your actual presence.

There was even a point he left you to sleep in the office and nothing. No dice. You couldn’t sleep a wink. He came back in and you were out in the next five minutes.

Something about Aaron hotchner was just so simply comforting and your body craved his presence.

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minific: laundry day (mcmg)

i finally got laundry day out of my system. under the cut now, on the archive tomorrow

Chris wakes up because his feet are cold. Semi-conscious, he curls his legs up and yanks at the comforter. Or he tries. He can’t get any material to actually move, like someone is holding the other side. Finally he opens his eyes in an unhappy squint, yanks on the comforter again, and lets out a little frustrated noise. 

Alex is at his end of the bed, already dressed, the other end of the comforter in both hands. He has the hamper at his heels, full of their collective pile of monochromatic clothes and towels. When he spots that Chris is awake, he does his best stern face, which doesn't really work anymore. “I gotta wash the sheets. Which means you, mister, are getting out of bed.” 

The rest of the year Chris is the ‘morning person’ but come winter, he’s achy and his feet get cold easily. He scrunches up his face, but that just makes him yawn, which makes a noise that’s been described as “stupid cute.” 

“C’mon. You know the deal.”

A loosely piled outfit lands on the bed next to his head. The shirt is Alex’s with a design that’s worn almost all the way off, but is probably for a band. The pants are his, half of a tracksuit. 

He barely sits up to get dressed, stretching his sleep-stiff legs when he pulls his pants on. There’s a brief moment when he stands and helps Alex pull the fitted sheet off, lobbing pillowcases at him while still half awake. 

Sitting back down at the edge of the bed, he soaks in the morning sun for a minute while he massages out his legs. It’s quiet, the kind of quiet that shuts your brain up. If he wasn’t in charge of making breakfast he’d sit a little longer, see what's going on out back. There’s a fresh layer of snow. It’s caught in the trees and on the empty bird feeder. 

He sneezes and the moment ends.

Chris shuffles into the kitchen in his slippers. The floor is always cold there, even on the ergonomic mat in front of the stove. 

The cat is at his heels the whole time as he putters around, getting all the fixings ready for oatmeal. She’s not chatty, hardly ever is, but she is insistent, rubbing his leg and looking up with big green eyes. He reaches down to give her a scratch behind the ear and is met with a loud purr. 

“Are you trying to bribe me?” Chris murmurs affectionately, crouching to her level and massaging her forehead with both thumbs. She chirps.

“She knows you’re a soft touch.” 

Chris raises his head, and there’s Alex, leaning over the counter, stealing all the best blueberries.

“Yeah, and who taught her that?” He chuckles, giving the cat a kiss before standing up. 

They fix and eat breakfast quietly.

The washer chimes, lifting the comfortable blanket of silence.  The rest of the day is busy: finishing the laundry, getting bags packed, workouts on the rowing machine and the weights set. It’s nice to have things to do.

Later, when he’s tired from clearing the front walk, Chris will burrow himself under the covers and become a comfortable, worn out puddle, and wake only briefly when his other half settles in behind him.

[abellmunsonmovie]

Can we talk about Eddie’s hands real quick? Cause like okay, he plays guitar, he’s good with cars, he most definitely knows how to roll a joint, he wears cool rings. Alsoooo the clip where he’s in the cafeteria flipping the bird, YOU CAN SEE VEINS?!?! WHEN I TELL YOU I LOST IT I MEAN I LOST IT. Sooo anywho…I live for Eddie and his hands

[cherry-pop-elf]

My Roommate Is A Wiz With Animals

Newt x Muggle!Reader

SUM: You were returning home from work, when you stumbled across the strangest little animal. You couldn’t just abandon them. Even tho they are kinda funky. Animals deserve love and shelter, and that seems to win you quite the lost and found reward

Warnings: So much dang fluff, animal smuggling, Teddy shenanigans, Newt accidentally being really good at manipulation, reader is naive enough for plot purposes, MIGHT be a multi part series. Might…..Ok it will be shoosh

“Ugh I swear those shifts are getting longer and longer.” You would groan with your neck rolling around. Just trying to get your joints stretched. Was rather late in the evening. You had to cover for someone. Curse you for actually being a good human and helping someone out! Eh over time is over time at least.

You were still a bit nervous to head home so late. The sun was setting, and it casted the New York sky scrapers were casting such eerie shadows across the world. There was a beauty in it, but also it’s terrifying. Terrifying to be out late in the city night.

Had you picking up the pace.

As you tried to hurry home, before the street lights kicked on, you would hear the trash cans banging together. Made your heart stop, as you instinctively turned to look at the noise.

Didn’t seem like a person at least, so that gave you some calm. Still, could be a wild dog. Not that you hated dogs or anything, but street dogs are built to survive the streets for a reason.

You couldn’t help but stare, and wait, to see what would come out. Maybe it’s a kitten? A puppy? Ok now that you were cycling through the concept of a poor lost animal in the streets of the city that never sleeps had your heart ache.

Call you dumb, but you went to peak.

Was met with quite a surprise.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were looking at. It was some weird looking platypus mixed with a mole. Maybe it’s a sister species to platypi? It’s not unheard of that the rich and powerful have exotic animals. That there’s a black market for them. Maybe this poor baby escaped.

“You poor thing. New York and scraps isn’t meant for you.” You would Cooe at it, as the little creature looked up at you. Looking scared honestly. Would even reach its little arms out to you. How that made your heart explode from the utter cuteness.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Come here baby.” You would lift up the strange creature, and opened your jacket to tuck them closer to your chest. Help them warm up from the cold streets.

They would snuggle into your chest, as they felt a little safer. Grabbed at your top even. Didn’t want to end up back to the streets again. Like hell you would.

With a baby to take care of you made your quick walk into a proper jog. A rather good motivation to help you speed up on your way home. You had a tiny little thing to care for. One that needed a bath and some food. Shit, what would it eat? Maybe you’ll leave a variety of foods out and whatever they go for first could be what they like? You’ll worry about it later. Now was to get home.

Into the apartment complex you went, up the elevator, and you were home. Made sure all your locks on your door were clicked, and you would soon drop your things off.

“You poor thing. Let’s get you cleaned up, and feed you. How’s that sound?” You swore they were nodding at you. Seeming to comprehend what you were telling them very well. Maybe it’s an exotic pet thing? Or you are tired. Probably tired.

Into the bathroom you went. You ran a warm bath for them, and kept it shallow. Didn’t quite know what to do, so you just set them down in the warm water. Didn’t really have animal safe soap, so just water and a rag will do.

Have the cutest little noises at the gentle scrubs. Poor thing was filthy. Must have been on the streets for a while. Broke your heart. Such a brave little solider. Able to handle out there for as long as they did.

“Let’s dry you off and feed you.” You would lift the little thing up, and made sure they got nice and dry. Get all that grime off them. Certainly seemed alot happier now, so you guess you did a really good job.

Once you stepped out of the bathroom you heard knocking at your door. Who’s going to be contacting you this late? Let alone you in general? Had you cautious. You first found a strange animal, and now someone was knocking at your door? That didn’t equal good.

“Don’t make a noise. I’ll be right back.” You whispered, as you quickly took them to your room. Plopped right on your bed, and you closed the door.

You would wrap yourself in a bath robe, since you had changed into your sleep wear, and peeped through the peep hole.

The sight sure was strange.

There on the other side had to be the embodiment of sunshine. Had this curious attire of blue and browns, a suit case in one hand, and a stick in the other? Why does this fluffy haired guy have a stick with him? Maybe you just couldn’t see properly from the peep hole.

“Who’s at the door?!” You called, and you watched those big sparkling eyes light up. Excited that someone was home.

“Ah yes! Uh you don’t know me but you have something of mine! A sweet little thing. His name is Teddy! He’s mine. My Ni-Uh. Mine. Just mine!” He called back, as you were confused. How did he know you had something?

“One moment!” You figured you would see if he was right. You would quickly return to your bedroom, seeing the animal still on your bed, and called out.

“Come here Teddy-!”

And like that he was running right over you. Quick to jump into your arms.

Ok, maybe this guy had some truth. Still, you had questions.

You would return to the door, only to see that all the locks on the door were undone. Had you so horribly confused. There was a number of locks in a variety of styles there. No way you forgot to lock them all. Could you?

That’s when the door opened, and the man stepped in. The way Teddy seemed to squeak for the strangers attention. Hands reaching out like a toddler who wanted their mother. Was just so human. Seemed like Teddy really loved this stranger.

So, you didn’t refuse.

“OH TEDDY I WAS SO WORRIED-!” He sounded ready to sob, as he held Teddy close. Tears in the corner of his eyes as Teddy held the man’s face. Giving his cheek plenty of Nuzzles.

“You seem suspiciously clean for running around out there. Did you wash him? Did you take care of him-?” He spoke with such enthusiasm. Was like he might burst into confetti.

“Uh yeah. I just saw him hiding by some trash cans and I just couldn’t leave him behind. He wasn’t aggressive in the slightest either. Poor Teddy was cold, and just alone. I was actually about to try and feed him even.”

You were soon yanked into a rather tight hug. Felt like he might squeeze you lifeless. Teddy made sure to crawl over his daddy’s shoulder to avoid being crushed. Just snuggled away into his neck. Happy to be back.

“Oh you are truly a gift. Oh I don’t know how I can ever repay such kindness and warmth you’ve given him. Oh he’s my everything really. He gets into trouble often, sure, but he’s mine.” He explained, before finally letting you go. Little cheek kisses were given from Teddy, and the man would happily nuzzle into them. Was so clear that this wasn’t some poacher or animal smuggler. That made you feel better.

“So uh. Who are you exactly?”

That had his ears a soft pink, and a shy laugh left him.

“Oh blimey. Pardon me. The name is Newt. Newt Scamander. I’m Ma…I uh mean a Zoologist. I travel around the world studying animals, rescuing those that I can, and just loving nature. The pay isn’t that great but it’s worth it.” He would offer you a hand, and you would shake it in return. Telling him your name as well. And your own career.

“So kinda like a nomad. Does that mean you don’t have a place to stay?” You questioned, as he seemed to avoid your eyes for a moment. As if either to embarrassed to admit it, or trying to quickly come up with a lie.

“Well um. You see…I was currently trying to get a room for myself, but someone had to go running off. Can’t really blame him though. He adores shiny things. I should have been more careful. I know he has a weakness to things that shimmer and sparkle. It was all on me.” He would admit, as you had to respect that he was taking accountability.

“I mean. One night can’t hurt, right?” You couldn’t help it. This guy seemed to not be native here in the slightest. Said he’s a world traveler, sure, but it seems he’s not used to a concrete jungle. Wasn’t dressed for it, and sure didn’t seem like he was prepared at all. Did he really just only have that suit case with him? To travel the world? Something seemed….Off.

“Oh no no. You’ve already done so much. You’ve protected my baby. I can’t be asking you more-“ He tried to persuade you away, but your curiosity was to peaked. This guy was weird. Didn’t give any bad vibes kinda weird. Just….So peculiar.

“It’s one night really. You must have been hunting Teddy for hours. You didn’t get a chance to find a room, and it’s super late now. I can’t just throw you into the streets. One night. Just one.” You tried to logically explain, only to get another near back breaking hug.

“Oh I’ll never be able to repay your kindness. Oh your heart is so full. No wonder Teddy trusted you. Teddy has always been a brilliant judge of character. He knew you were a good person. No way would he let a stranger just hold him, let alone wash him. Oh thank you-!” You could feel the tears of relief in your shoulder, and all you could do was rub his back. Letting him breathe.

So that was how you ended up with a stranger living on your couch. Well, can’t say stranger given you knew his name now. Still! Most people would call you insane for doing such a thing.

Maybe you were.

But hey! Insane people have the most fun!

Besides, he’s pretty damn cute. Cute to see him snuggled into the couch, with Teddy under his arm, and his suitcase slid under the couch. Made sure to stay out of sight. You figured it was full of valuable paper work.

Did make you wonder though.

Where the hell did those pajamas he was wearing come from then? Did he just have them in that case and papers?

He was just full of to many questions to ignore.

He’s a stranger, but you just had to learn more.

Learn what made that man tick.

[teddyeddiediaz]

It’s one of the first calls that Eddie’s back with the 118. He and Buck are surprisingly normal and good, considering they didn’t leave in the best place. Being Buck’s partner runs like clockwork, like he hasn’t been gone for 3 months. They work together smoothly and seamlessly, in sync like always. Eddie doesn’t know how he lived without this. 

It’s not a difficult call, but significant enough to require multiple stations. A man from the 133 keeps giving Buck a look that doesn’t quite sit right with Eddie, for reasons he can’t quite explain. 

The man is even beefier than Buck, which is saying something, his face turns red when he’s caught by Buck looking back at him. Eddie raises an eyebrow in Buck’s direction but doesn’t say anything.

It’s not long after that when the man finally makes his way over to Buck, scratching his neck as he talks.

Buck laughs at what he says and the man flushes harder. Eddie can’t help but smile at the way Buck breaks into a grin, even if he’s decided he doesn’t really like this other guy.

“I was uh— wondering if you like to get dinner with me sometime?” The man says.

Buck’s smile turns sympathetic. “Sorry,” he says. “I don’t date firefighters, or anyone even remotely connected to a call.”

“Ah, no worries,” the man says, slightly sheepish.

Eddie doesn’t know why his heart stops beating for a moment. Doesn’t know why the words hit him square in the chest, harder than any gun shot wound he’s had. 

He doesn’t know why the world feels like it’s moving in slow motion or why a sheen of water rises in his eyes.

He doesn’t understand, but his shoulders slump, his smile drops, and he feels hurt.

He knows he doesn’t have any right to be. Buck can date who he wants, and make rules however he likes. 

He doesn’t have any problem with that. He doesn’t. 

“Hey, you okay?” Buck says, resting a hand on his shoulder, startling Eddie out of his thoughts.

“I um— yeah,” he coughs. “‘Course.”

When Buck drops his hand Eddie feels a strange sensation of coldness in its place. A longing for touch he didn’t know he needed.

It hits him like a truck.

Oh. He thinks.

Oh.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

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[teddy06writes]

Get Some Rest

Tommy Shelby x gn!reader

Prompt: "Either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or I will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. Don't think I won't."

Trigger Warnings: Some swearing, stubborn Tommy,

Summary: Your husband has been suffering migraines since the incident involving Father Hughes. This of course doesn't stop Tommy from overworking himself even when he can feel one coming on, or from being a stubborn bastard when you try to get him to rest.

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The office was quiet, save for the grandfather clock ticking away steadily in the corner. He'd dragged the curtains closed haphazardly some time ago, and so now the room was dappled unevenly in fading late afternoon light.

You stood in the doorway, silent for a moment, watching your husband.

Tommy leaned low over his desk, a hand pressed to his brow as he attempted to focus on the paperwork before him. An abandoned cigarette sat smoldering in the ashtray at his elbow, long forgotten.

You cleared your throat softly, stepping into the room properly, "Tommy?"

He sat up, looking half startled for a moment before his eyes finally focused on you, and he let out a sigh, "Yes, darling?"

"Are you alright?" Even as the words left your mouth you knew that his next words would be outright lies.

He sniffed a bit, rubbing at his temples, "Fine. Just- catching up on business."

You had worked your way across the room, and were standing in front of his desk now, "Your heads not bothering you at all?"

Tommy looked up at you, and you raised an eyebrow, almost daring him to brush you off again. After a moment, he sighed, nodding, "Started up again around noon. Can't seem to shake it."

"I thought as much. Come on, you need some rest." You motioned for him to stand up.

"I don't-"

You crossed your arms, "Either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or I will drag you down the hall kicking and screaming. Don't think I won't, Thomas Shelby."

Reluctantly, Tommy pulled himself up out of his chair, rounding the desk and taking your outstretched hand. You led him back through the house to your shared bedroom, where you had already taken the liberty of drawing the curtains tightly against the setting sun.

Tommy sat on the edge of the bed, taking the tablets that you pressed into his hand with a sigh, "Thank you, love."

You pressed your lips together for a long moment, holding back a sigh, "Why didn't you take a break when it started, Tom?"

He just closed his eyes, tossing back the pills, before moving to lay back in bed. Biting your annoyance, you rounded the bed, settling against the headboard before maneuvering his head into your lap.

Despite his reluctance to answer you, he moved willingly, practically melting under your touch as you began to card your hands through his hair, massaging at his scalp.

"You need to take better care of yourself, Tommy love."

He only hummed, reaching up to squeeze your arm in quiet appreciation.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

sweet ivy! happy 2k! how exciting dear, congratulations!! 🫶🏼

𓂃༯ 🧸 teddy dust - character: mattheo riddle & prompt: back hugs and everything in between — i'm talking the chin resting on the shoulder. trailing kisses from said shoulder allll the way to the back of their neck.

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SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since mattheo realized how perfectly you fit in his arms, he’s made it his life’s mission to keep you there—chin on your shoulder, arms snug around your waist, trailing soft kisses up your neck like it’s his favorite thing to do. and really, it is

WARNINGS ಇ. extreme fluff, clingy!mattheo, reader might combust from too much affection, mattheo being absolutely obsessed with you A/N ಇ. hi vee!! ୨ৎ thank you so much for requesting, my love ♡ hope you love it, doll—mwah!! ‹𝟹 nav. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀2k celebration. ⠀

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It started with his arms wrapping around you from behind.

You had barely made it past the doorway of his dorm before Mattheo pulled you against him, his chest warm and solid as it pressed into your back. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in like he’d been waiting all day just to hold you.

"Missed you, angel," he murmured, voice thick with exhaustion.

You smiled softly, letting your hands rest over his, fingers brushing against the rough skin of his knuckles. His grip tightened, holding you like he was afraid you’d slip away.

"You’re clingy today," you teased, though you made no effort to move.

Mattheo only hummed, his lips finding your shoulder. "Mmm. Just tired," he admitted, his voice quieter now, slower. "Just wanna hold you."

Your heart melted.

And then his lips brushed against your shoulder.

It was barely there at first, just a whisper of warmth against your skin, but then—again. And again. Slow, lingering kisses, pressed softly into the curve of your shoulder, trailing higher, higher, like he had all the time in the world.

You shivered, gripping his wrist without thinking.

He smirked against your skin. "Ticklish, baby?"

You swallowed, feeling your entire body warm under his touch. "No," you lied, voice barely above a whisper.

Mattheo chuckled, deep and quiet, his lips brushing over the nape of your neck, sending another shiver down your spine. "Mm. Thought so."

Your face was burning now.

"You—" You exhaled, tilting your head slightly, giving him more space, more of you. "You’re such a tease."

Mattheo grinned, his arms tightening, his lips ghosting over your ear. "Nah," he whispered. "Just loving on my girl."

Your breath hitched.

You turned in his arms without thinking, and suddenly, you were nose to nose, his sleepy brown eyes gazing at you, something soft, something endless swirling in them. His curls were messy, his lips curved into a lazy, satisfied smile, and he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world keeping him grounded.

"You okay there, angel?" he murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

You couldn’t even answer. Just stared at him, warm and flustered and completely wrapped in him.

He chuckled, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. "Thought so," he whispered against your skin.

And then he pulled you down with him, tangling his limbs with yours, holding you close, pressing one last kiss to your temple before sighing in pure contentment.

"You need to rest," you told him, smoothing your fingers through his hair.

Mattheo only shook his head, dipping down until his forehead rested against yours. "Later," he whispered. "Just wanna stay like this a little longer."

Your heart ached in the best way.

So you let him hold you, let him sway you both gently, let the world outside disappear for a little while. And when he finally pulled you onto the bed with him, tangling your legs together beneath the covers, his arms still firm around you, you didn’t protest.

Because you knew.

He was never letting go.

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