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a-998h · 1 month

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Some People Know

Reader's POV

The news of the shortened extermination deadline has not been taken well. Charlie is pacing and panicking about how she now only has about half a year to save souls, and what will happen once the time gets cut shorter and shorter in the following years. Vaggie reassures Charlie that everything will be fine and that we'll figure something out.

" Yeah, but what about Reader?! They're only a kid and might be the first one the angels go after!" Charlie exclaims in fear while gesturing to me.

Well, that makes my heart rate spike. I mean, Charlie isn't wrong, the angels probably start with the weakest sinners. Angel briefly looks up from his phone, saying that Charlie had less than half a chance when she started all this "salvation bullshit". Angel's phone keeps buzzing, probably from someone blowing his inbox.

"And now, ain't no silver lining this time toots," he tells Charlie.

Charlie say there is a silver lining, but we have to look a little harder for it. Angel responds by saying that the rest of Hell is freaking out, not that I blame them. Angel show us posts and videos of people freaking out, mentioning someplace called the Doomsday district. Charlie looks closer and asks Angel what a donkey show is. Angel pulls his phone away and says that it's just his boss, Val, texting Angel due to him being freaked put about the news too. The way Angel talked about Val, and how quickly he hide his phone made me worry. Angel says that, once again, everyone in Hell is losing their minds over the news.

"Yeah, that's true. Sinners are desperate. Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape extermination?" Vaggie proposes.

Charlie lights up at the idea, but Angel shows her another video of sinners freaking out and asks if she really wants to go out amidst the mayhem.

"Well, it's not like people are just going to show up on our doorstep," Charlie says.

I was sitting in the bar area, drinking my juice with Husk, when there's an explosion. Husk pulls me under his body and ask if I'm ok. I look and see a hole in the wall. We hear a somewhat raspy male voice, that has a hiss to it, coming from the hole. The voice demands that Alastor shows himself. Charlie, Angel, and Vaggie go outside to check. I try to go with them, but Husk grabs my arm.

"This is adult business, kid. You stay inside," he tells me.

I manage to sneak out the hole in the wall before Husk can stop me, and I look towards the sky. My field of vision is completely filled with the sight of a steam punk looking blimp with a pointed tooth smile and Dr.Doofinoofenshmirtz style ray gun on the front. The voice from the blimp shouts something about Alastor facing his wrath.

"Who are you?" Alastor asks, clearly being a teasing jersey.

"Who am I? Who am I? I am the great Sir Pentious! Investor, architect of destruction, villian extraordinaire!" The voice proclaims with a hiss.

During his whole spiel, Alastor turns into shadows, grabs me, and takes us both over to the rest of the crew. Vaggie pulls me behind her, telling me to stay behind her. Niffty pops out of nowhere on Alastor's shoulder, swooning over the "bad boy". Alastor puts her on the ground, saying that if Sir Pentious's claims were true then Alastor would've heard of him. Sir Pentious says that he attacked Alastor last week, and that they've "done battle, like twenty times".

"How could you forget someone who attacked just last week?" I questioned.

Alastor says that it's because this Sir Pentious guy must be really bad at being a villian. Sir Pentious tells Alastor to shut up and cower, saying something about how some people called the Vees will see Sir Pentious as their equal once he kills Alastor, or something, to be honest I stopped paying attention half way through because this sounds completely crazy. But I now wonder, why would killing Alastor make the Vees see Sir Pentious as an equal?

Niffty somehow reappears on Alastor's shoulder, asking who the Vees were and Alastor says that they're no one important. I know he's lying, because if they weren't important than why would Sir Pentious care about being seen as their equal. Alastor uses his powers and some black shadow tentacle appear out of the ground and grab the blimp. Vaggie covers my eyes, but I manage to peak through the spaces in her fingers.

***

Narrator's POV

"Someone who owes us much more than money, the Radio Demon is there, along with some angelic looking kid," Valentino tells Vox.

Vox's sharp nails dig into the wood and he tries to control his anger. Turing to look at Valentino, Vox asks what he just said as electricity crackles and his hypnotic eye start to pulsate. Valentino grins as he say the Vox heard him right.

"Alastor came back and he is with Lucifer's daughter, along with a possible angelic child, and that wasn't the first fucking thing you told me?!" Vox shouts in anger as he grabs Valentinoby his moth fuzz.

Valentino says that killing Alastor is Vox's kink as the screen around the desk come to life with glitching drone video feed of Alastor, Niffty, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Charlie, and Reader.

***

Reader's POV

Sir Pentious is begging for Alastor to stop as the black tentacles rip apart the blimp. Alastor laughs and Charlie tries to tell Alastor that she thinks Sir Pentious has had enough, but Angel say that Sir Pentious has a few more hits in him. Vaggie takes her hands off my eyes and I get to see the tentacle hold the blimp vertical to the ground as Sir Pentious falls out of the smashed cockpit window and land face first onto the ground, along with a few egg looking things with legs.

"Thanks for another forgettable experience," Alastor says as he dramatically spins his radio staff before leaning on it. I look at Sir Pentious, and the hiss in his voice makes sense now. I stare at the top hat wearing snake, really hoping he isn't dead. Wait, can sinners even die outside of extermination? As I ask myself this question, Sir Pentious shakily raises a red tipped claw like finger.

"Thank... you... for letting your guard down!" He says.

His tail grabs a piece of Alastor's coat, with a laugh of victory before Alastor gets taller, sports a set of creepy looking deer antlers, and blasts him away Team Rocket style. Alastor cheerfully says that he need to visit the tailor, while I just stare in shock about what happened. I guess at some point last week before I showed up bleeding on their doorstep, this Sir Pentious had blown down the hotel door and Alastor beat him up. As Alastor turns to leave, Vaggie tells Alastor that we need him to help and do his job.

"We need a wall," Angel says, gesturing to the hole that Sir Pentious's ray guy had made.

Alastor says that he can't let his "new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?" He snaps his fingers and some shadow looking voodoo construction workers appear. Angel pushes Vaggie out of the way and walks over to the tallest of these shadow things, trying to flirt with him. Angel looks at me and tells me to go inside as what he was doing isn't for kids to see. Before I can say anything, Vaggie grabs my arm and leads me back inside to a disappointed Husk. They both scold me for being out there during

*Timeskip, curtesy of Stayed Gone*

Narrator's POV

Vox Velvette, and Valentino sit at a table, their robot Fizz knock off Kitty serves them drinks.

"Alastor is getting close to Little Princess Morningstar and the angel kid. So our main concern now is to ensure that no deal is ever struck between Lucifer's brat, the angel, and that smiling freak," Vox says, banging his fist on the table.

Velevtte looks up from her phone and asks Vox how exactly they're supposed to stop it, to which Valentino, who is bedazzling one of his guns, suggests to "put something inside them". Vox points out that someone on the inside isn't a bad idea, and then asks if Angel Dust would. Valentino scoffs and says that Angel Dust won't even return his calls.

"We need someone who Little Miss Bleeding Heart would take in." Vox says as he walks past Velvette.

"Someone pathetic, desperate, with no direct ties to us." Velvette says.

Valentino points out that he employs every down on their luck loser that side of Hell, so who would be left? Vox smiles menacingly as he says he nows just the sinner.

***

Reader's POV

I sit on the parlor couch, getting scolded by Husk for supposedly putting myself in danger. Angel is one his phone, and the voodoo shadows are almost done fixing the bar wall. Vaggie and Charlie walk in, looking defeated. Charlie face plants next to me, and I give her a pat on the back. Angel asks how things went and and Vaggie looks upset as she says that her and Charlie didn't get a single new recruit.

"Yeah. Well, who would want to use their last days not fucking and fighting," he says.

As I try to comfort Charlie, there's a banging on the door. Vaggie walks over and open it to reveal, Sir Pentious. He's holding his top hat as he greets her. Vaggie punches him and holds her spear to him. He says he comes in peace. I follow Charlie to see what's happening. Charlie says hi and I just give a hand raise of acknowledgement. Vaggie pulls her spear away and Sir Pentious explains how he wants Charlie's help to be better. Charlie leads him to the door, and I get a little nervous. This guy seems like the persistent type, so he might just be here to murder Alastor. Angel points out how this guy was trying to kill Alastor and broke a walk in the hotel 6 hours ago. Charlie says that the hotel is about second chances, and that Sir Pentious deserves one. Turning to Charlie I take a deep breath.

"Angel is right. He tried to kill Alastor and blew a hole in your wall, I don't think he's gonna change, I mean, his hat looks more nevrous than he does," I tell her.

Chalire just pats my head, saying that I'm a smart kid, but I need to be more in touch with my emotions. Angel rhetorically asks Vaggie if she's supposed to protect the hotel. Charlie turns to her, probably using puppy dog eyes, as Vaggie sighs. Vaggie admits that Sir Pentious isn't that big a threat with or without his war machine. Charlie hugs and spins Vaggie while repeating thank you. She leads him inside, and I follow behind as does Vaggie and Angel.

***

Angel's POV

As Charlie turns her back, I grab the snake guy by the shoulder. He looks scared, good.

"Ummm, hello mr.Angel Dust. Do you need something?" He asks me.

I tighten my grip and stare right into his eyes.

"Listen chump, I don't trust you. But, I will for the the sake of me having free housing, but if you hurt the kid, I'll leave ya to the extermination, got it?" I say to him.

He nods, promising to leave the kid alone. Charlie keeps showing him everything. I don't believe in all this redemption shit, but I feel something in my heart with that kid. They always remind us that they're a teenager, but I don't care, they're still young and innocent. They don't deserve to be killed by some heavenly fuckers. Charlie says she's excited to have the first real guest.

"Uh, what the hell are we then?" I ask, as I gesture to the kid and myself.

Charlie says that we're an important part of the family here. Vaggie say that the kid is like the ray of sunshine that puts guests at ease, while according to her , I constantly make this place look bad, sexually harass the staff, am a bad influence on mariposa, a.k.a the kid, and have never once tried to improve. Charlie tries to soften the blow by saying that she meant it was nice to have someone interested in this redemption stuff for once.

***

Charlie leads Sir Pentious over to where Niffty is playing with Keekee. Niffty jumps on his chest, holding his jacket collar, and tells him to never leave her again. I tell Sir Pentious she's as harmless as a house cat with a knife. Charlie is about to walk him up the stairs, when she sees Alastor is there. She re introduces those two as Alastor scares the fuck out of Sir Pentious. Chalire says that this can be used as a great first lesson, how to apologize, and that the first step to becoming a better person is to admit when you're wrong. She pushes Sir Pentious a bit closer to Alastor, making the poor guy even more nervous.

Sir Pentious stumbles out a nervous apology while handing Alastor the scrap of fabric he had pulled off his coat. Alastor takes the scrap of fabric, saying that not many people have ever took even that much off him. OK, so I know for sure Alastor is some sort of big shot in Hell. Alastor comments on how much the scrap meant to Sir Pentious, before using his powers to ignite it with green fire, or is it technically hell fire? Sir Pentious just stares before Charlie takes everyone else to the parlor.

Charlie says that with a new guest, it would be best for us to get to know each other. I'm included in this dumb game, while Alastor, Niffty, and Husk aren't. Charlie says her name and that she likes to sing in a sing songy voice while clapping before gesturing to me.

"My name is Reader *claps* I," I start, but I soon freeze up.

I never liked being put on the spot, and this is not helping me. Charlie gives me a thumbs up, and say I don't have to play anymore. She then gestures to Sir Pentious and he does it well, apparently the egg things are called egg bois. He gestures to Angel who says the game is stupid and Charlie tries to keep it going. Angel says he's too sober for this, and Vaggie sarcastically says he better get used to this because this will be the whole day. I feel like I'm little kid at summer camp who just wants to go home or talk to my friends.

We move onto a skit Charlie wrote, Angel as a crack dealer and Sir Pentious as an innocent kid. The giant lollipop and sailor suit on Sir Pentious made me cringe a bit. But the script, oh my god, I was dying of second hand embarrassment. Angel comments of the writing of the script and use of the phrase "devils dandruff". I think Charlie was trying to censor it for me, but it just makes me cringe. Angel is clearly not having a good time and probably wants the ground to swallow him up. Charlie is the only one clapping once this stupid skit is over.

I look at Angel as Charlie comments on how Sir Pentious will be redeemed in no time. He looks, hurt. I stand up and go to ask him what's wrong, but he says he's going to bed. I follow after him, and ask him what's wrong. He looks at me, his eyes full of sadness.

"It's... It's nothing you need to worry about, bambino," he tells me before going to his room.

I want to follow him, but I know pushing him to talk will only make things worse. Feeling upset that I couldn't help Angel, I rejoin everyone downstairs. Alastor looks at me, his creepy smile still plastered on his face, does he smile in his sleep too? Alastor asks me what's wrong, and I lie to him. He pats my head and says that it's my bedtime. I look at him confused and ask him to repeat himself.

"You're a growing child, and growing children need their sleep. So, you now have a strict bed time, petit ange," Alastor says to me.

I turn to Charlie, who say that it doesn't sound to bad. I glare and argue back that I'm a teenager and don't need a bedtime. Charlie says it's for the best, and storm off. Knowing I can't do anything against Alastor and Charlie might throw me out if I don't listen, I go to bed. I dream about a city with gold gates, and a woman. She is tall, with a calming voice, white dress, dark skin, and a glowing white crown. She keeps her distance from me, but it's clear she's happy to see me.

"Be not afraid, child," the woman tells me.

I ask her who she is and she says her name is Sera. She says she knows what I am and that I'll be saved soon. I stare at her and ask what the hell she's talking about. She says that she only has this short about of time, but I should rest assured, I'll be saved from Hell.

A crashing sound wakes me up. I follow the noise and see Vaggie and Charlie looking in Charlie's office. I look and see Angel holding Sir Pentious by the arm, saying that he was a traitor. Sir Pentious tries to lie, but Angel soon pulls back a book, revealing a camera. Vaggie pulls her spear and Sir Pentious tries to escape out the window. A voice comes from his watch. As the voice berates him, Sir Pentious backs away from the window and lays down on the floor, tearing up. I feel bad for him. Chalire reaches out to him and sings a song with him. Niffty pouts and is mad Sir Pentious is not a "bad boy" and says that the song was lame. Once everything is sorted out, I go back to bed.

***

Narrator's POV

Alastor walks out of the shadows and picks up the watch. Vox appears anger on the screen, thinking it's Sir Pentious.

"You'll have to try harder 'ol pal, you're never getting the petit ange," Alastor says.

He crushes the watch, laughs, and disappears into the shadows with his signature smile on his face.

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sillygoose067 · 2 months

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Charles’s Angel(s)

Ch. 44

Charles Leclerc x Reader

The summer heat was beginning to get to you, and you decided to don a pair of palazzo pants and a crop top as you got dressed for your boyfriend’s day out at the golf country club with his friends. Golf really was never your thing, and honestly, it wasn’t Charles’ favorite either, but hey, it made for a good excuse to spend time with friends and family.

Charles steps out of your shared bedroom in a pristine cream polo and a pair of khaki shorts, his favorite sunglasses hanging from the unbuttoned collar of his shirt. “Y/n?”

You turn toward him as you finish gulping down your glass of water. “Ready to go?”

He nods and moves to grab the keys from the bowl on the counter.

"Wait," you stop him. Rushing into the bedroom, you return with your favorite sunscreen. Charles stands still as you apply it all over his face, knowing better than to mess with you and your essential skin-caring steps. "Okay," you breathe. “All done. Now we can go.”

…

Arriving at the venue, you’re immediately greeted by a crowd of photographers and fans. They’d somehow managed to track down the drivers’ whereabouts– Again. Oh well, not much you could do about it now.

Charles gently grabs your hands and helps you out of his car, pressing his lips to your knuckles in a show of open affection, giving the crowd something to watch and making you blush. Some of the girls in the crowd “oohed” and “aahed” and swooned at the action.

Carlos greets you at the entrance of the golfing grounds, Rebecca on his arm. She pulls you off your own boyfriend’s arm and tugs you toward where Kika is seated, a quaint little corner overlooking the grounds where you’d be able to watch over the boys.

Grabbing one of the refreshing drinks set on the little table, you go to take a sip, when suddenly, you’re cut off by the ever-peppy Kika.

“Soooooo, how are things going with Loverboy?” You sputter on your drinks, patting yourself on the head a couple of times out of habit.

“Whatever do you mean?” you smirk back at her playfully. “I should be asking you girls the same thing. I’ve been seeing a lot of things on socials.”

Now it’s their turn to blush.

“Damn, you really didn’t have to throw that on us like that," replies Kika. She and Becca share about how their men have been making sure to give them the princess treatment, and you exhale internally—whew, that was a quick save. You didn't need them to know how you’d gotten railed seven days to Sunday.

…

“Hey Y/n, I’m going on an influencer trip in a few weeks to promote one of the brands that sends me their products. You want to come with?” Kika asks you out of the blue, pulling you out of the trance you’d been in watching Charles play golf.

“Me? Oh, I couldn’t possibly.”

“C’moooon, please? Pierre can’t come with me, and Becca here has another shooting. I don’t want to go alone; it gets so boring, and all I can do is talk to all the other people there who try WAY too hard to get famous. It’s honestly really annoying. Please come? All the expenses are already going to be taken care of, and it’ll be fun.”

You bite your lip in contemplation. “But I’m not even," you gesture to yourself and then to her. “Like, you’re hot. I’m not like you. They probably would just kick me out and think I’m a stalker or something.”

“Who’s not hot?” you hear from behind you, the voice sounding an awful lot like your boyfriend.

“Y/N here says she’s not attractive enough to go on an influencer trip I want her to join me on," sniffs Kika disapprovingly.

“She’ll go.”

“I– I will?”

Charles glares at you pointedly. “Yes.”

“Oh. Why?”

“Because I’m going to talk some sense into you when we get home.”

You let out a breath and turned to Kika and Becca, who have been watching the exchange with interest. “Well, I guess I’m going then?”

Pierre’s girlfriend squeals as she squeezes tightly. “Yay! Okay, I’ll send you all the details as soon as we get out of this heat.”

Rebecca huffs from the side. “Yeah, I don’t know who decided it was a good idea to play an outdoor sport in this heat.”

Both you and Francisca turn to her and glare. “Okay, maybe I DO know. But sometimes, I really question that man’s brain and why I agree to these kinds of things.”

The three of you giggle at that. “Cheers to that.”

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #fluff #smut #f1 #formula 1 #love #x reader #max verstappen #lando #carlos #alex albon #logan sargeant

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 3 months

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Whumperless Whump Event - Day 2

Oopsie Mariano sorry, you've been overdue for a good hit-by-a-car episode.

TWs: car accident, broken bones, blood, needle mention, pedestrian hit by a car, shock, there's a concussion too but Mariano is too out of it to realize lmao

Car accident / Bystander caretaker / “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here.”

Mariano didn't even feel the impact. One moment he was walking through the crosswalk, eyes habitually on the little walking man on the signal, and then the next he was on the ground. He couldn't move his leg. People were screaming.

He'd dropped his smoothie.

Someone's hands landed on his shoulders, and it took Mariano an extra moment for his eyes to meet theirs. They were a brilliant gold. Their hair was fluffy and voluminous and seemingly made of spun crystal, and their freckles glittered when they moved. A dragon.

"Hi! Hi, I'm Atlas, you just--you need to keep lying down, okay?"

They shifted their body, the loose, draping jacket wrapped around their shoulders drifting to cover the leg he couldn't feel anyway.

"I think my leg is broken." Mariano finally managed, his voice sounding distant. "I don't think I'm bleeding."

Atlas winced, eyes squinting behind huge round glasses. "Oooh, no, no you're definitely bleeding. And your leg is super broken. That's okay--hey! Hey, you, with the pink horns, yes, call the knights and emergency workers." Their voice raised as they raised a hand to point at a bystander.

"What's your name, glasses?" Atlas asked, looking down at him with a smile. They started to unwind the gauzy scarf from their neck and pressed it to Mariano's head.

He winced as the world spun around him, and a soft hand patted his face. "Nooo, no no no, give me your name, glasses."

"M...Mariano." Mariano managed to slur out.

"Okay, nice, and your dragon's name?"

"Bas...Bastian. He's...my phone, ICE number."

Atlas' smile brightened. "Good! Thank you Mariano, thank you, they'll want that. Sucks about your smoothie, huh. What was in it?"

Mariano swallowed. "It...ah." He couldn't keep his eyes open. The sound was fading, as everything started to grey out. "It had...was..."

Atlas' hand was patting his face again, and they were saying something. Mariano couldn't really understand them anymore. He kept blinking awake though, trying to focus on how their hair glowed in the sun. They looked angelic, with a halo of brilliant, floaty gold that ruffled in the air.

Somehow, Atlas' hand turned into a swarm of firm, confident hands and the precise chatter that always reminded Mariano of Manuel. A tall, padded collar was fitted around his neck, his leg was straightened and braced in a way that made him swoon, and then Atlas was gone.

He thought he heard them asking for the hospital name before the ambulance doors closed. He wondered where the car that had hit him went, or if he just hadn't noticed it. He wondered why he didn't quite notice the IV that was placed--a spinal cord injury would suck.

The English slipped right past him as they draped a blanket over him and pressed an oxygen mask to his face. "You're safe now, keep your eyes on us. Breathe normally and we'll get some painkillers going for you." It sounded nice, at least, and he supposed whatever they were saying was probably going to be good.

The ride passed by in a flash, and then there were more hands and more chatter, and then he was inside a building and was being wheeled into something he vaguely recognized as an operating room. More kind eyes above him were accompanied by intense voices.

Mariano wondered if Bastian would be waiting alone, or if somehow Atlas would be there for him too.

Someone started counting, and then the world fell away all at once into peace and quiet and darkness.

#whumperless whump event #Day 2 #car accident #Bystander caretaker #Mage of violence #Sunrise over meadows #Thats a good atlas tag their last name works #Modern au

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devastatedloyallute · 2 months

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Chapter 3 of Bigger Than The Whole Sky -GuitarSpear Fic

Chapter Summary: Adam and Lute spend the day with little Abel Read here on AO3 💕

“But yeah, that’s that story, ya happy now?” Adam asked as he scooted closer to Lute.

“That does clear that up,” she draped her arm over his shoulder, pulling him in. “You good? Something else on your mind, Sir?”

“Ya know, this wasn’t it but it’s pretty fucking weird you keep calling me ‘Sir’ even when we aren’t on the job, Babe,” he muttered into her chest.

“And you calling me ‘Babe’ even though you tend to call nearly every woman babe, isn’t?” She smirked, curling a bit of his hair around her finger.

“...yeah okay, fair point. Anyway, I fuckin’ love you. I’m so fucking scared to lose you. I’ve somehow fucked up every legitimate relationship I’ve been in. I mean yeah, before you came along, I’d messed around with angels and stuff. There was that one and only time Sera let me down on Earth, and I fucked around with human ladies...yeah she wasn’t impressed with me on that one. But none of those were genuine feelings, you know?” Adam recounted his times as Lute petted his hair down, “I didn’t want to let myself get feelings for fucking anyone. Didn’t need to go through heartbreak in fucking Heaven, am I right?”

He looked up at her with soft eyes, “But when I met you, things felt different. I wanted to force those thoughts and feelings away. You climbed those ranks and soon you were appointed as lieutenant. I figured I could do one of two things: either give in and try to swoon you, or push you away. Can’t get rejected if I never try right? To be real, trying to push you away only backfired.”

Lute looked a little taken aback. “You were pushing me away? Couldn’t tell,” she shrugged.

“Me being an asshole seemed to only pull you in, you crazy bitch. You’re a masochist or somethin’, Babe,” he cupped her cheek and booped her nose with his thumb.

“What really makes you different is that you’re everything they were but better. I’m not afraid to pester you, and if I do go too far you put me in my fuckin’ place. You don’t take shit, and can dish it out. We have practically the same humor, we can bully each other but know it’s not serious. But we also have these soft and sensitive times. Not to mention our awesome as fuck sex life. You’re a kinky bitch,” he grins as he kisses her. Lute wraps her arms around his head as they kiss, breaking for air only to go in again. With smiles on both their faces, this truly was paradise.

“You know, I’ve got some insecurities too, now seems to be the time to voice them,” Lute brushed her now messy bangs out of her face.

“I just spilled my guts, so go for it, Babe,” he leaned back, ready to listen.

“It’s nothing spectacular, just that even though I’m well respected among the exorcists, I can’t shake the feeling of being outcasted. Not that I don’t get along with the others, but there’s this weighing feeling of judgment from them.”

“Eh, they’re just fuckin’ jealous of your position.”

“That’s just it, it’s not just that. I’ve heard them whisper about how I’m ‘the bosses’ favorite’.”

“Fucking true though-” He chirped, only to be met with a glare from Lute.

“You’re all I’ve got, Sir. Because of my position, and our status, the other exorcists are…intimated. So it’s been difficult to make…friends,” Lute appeared dejected. Adam sat up and scooped her into his lap.

“Aw, don’t be down, Lute. You’ve got me and I’ve got you, who needs anyone else?” He squeezed her and nuzzled his forehead to hers. She nuzzled him back and kissed his cheek.

Someone had initiated a tickle war. There was a dramatic *THUD* as that said someone hit the floor.

Lute tried to catch her breath, recovering from the laughing fit brought on by Adam flinging himself off the bed.

“You okay?” She managed to chuckle out, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Hah, fuck, yeah, yeah I’m good,” he huffed out as he brought himself to the edge of the bed.

“Hey, did you ever get an answer to what happened to Abel? Is he in Heaven or not?”

“Yeah, he’s up here. Like how the fuck do you forget about the kid running around up here somewhere? How they managed to keep him a secret is beyond me.”

“So, where is he?” Lute questioned as Adam crawled up onto the bed rubbing the back of his head.

“He’s uh, now he’s in that district where the young kids go. Kids who died from neglect and shit. It’s basically a giant playground daycare sorta place. Emily decided she really didn’t want it looking like a school ‘cause it wouldn’t be the best memories for the ones who were killed in those shitty fucking school shootings. They still learn a few things but yeah it’s mainly a playplace,” Adam said as he awkwardly fixed his pajamas and straightened his feathers.

“...Have you ever gone to see him?”

“I did, once…It was a few years after I got here, I had just learned that he was up here. I hadn’t really thought he’d be up here since I was told I was the first human here, so when Sera told me, I went to go see him. When he saw me though he was terrified. I tried to be like ‘hey it’s me, your dad!’ only for him to make the saddest fucking face I’d ever seen and his little voice go ‘You let me die.’ It felt like being stabbed, set on fire, then thrown down an endless pit. It fucking sucked. I already had to bury this kid, just for him to also blame me for his death in the afterlife,” Adam faceplanted himself into his pillow with a groan.

Lute pat his back in an attempt to comfort him, “It’s been a while, maybe you could try seeing him again? He’s eight, I don’t think he’ll have held a grudge this long.”

“Ughhh but what if he has? What if he doesn’t even want to see me? I have ultimately failed as a dad. You don’t know the pain of being rejected so coldly by your own kid. That shit stays with you,” Adam whined, turning his head to look at her. “You gonna come with me?”

“Of course, Sir. We don’t have any meetings tomorrow so we can go then,” she plants a small kiss on his temple. He groaned in response. Of course, he would want to see his son again, but doesn’t want to feel guilt tripped again. “Let’s get some rest.”

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Coming up to the entrance, the large sign read ‘Heaven’s Forever Daycare’. Adam shoved his hands into his pockets, still regretting letting Lute convince him to do this. Lute brushed her hand over his arm in reassurance.

“Don’t worry, Sir. The important thing is you’re here. I’ll do the talking. Come on,” Lute lead the way into the building, with Adam cautiously following her inside. At the desk stood an angel whose name tag read ‘Elle "L" - Nanny’, their clothes were covered in stickers, presumably from the children.

“Good morning, we are here to see Abel,” Lute said as she stepped up to the desk.

“Good morning, ma’am. Unfortunately, you will have to be a little more specific. We have about 30 ‘Abels’ here. Last name?” The nanny smiled politely at her.

Lute looked over to Adam who had his back turned to them, fiddling with the horns of his mask, and his feathers ruffled. She sighed and looked back at the worker, “There isn’t a last name. The first man, Adam’s son, that Abel.”

The angel looked past Lute at Adam, giving him a look of concern, “Ah, I see…one moment.”

Lute stepped back to console the anxious Adam, “You should probably remove your mask, Sir. He might not be able to recognize you with it.”

Adam removed his mask with a sigh, “Fuck…yeah, yeah you’re right. Fuck, I already hate this.”

A voice cried out “DAD!” followed by running footsteps. They turn to see a small boy with soft brown hair and golden eyes, running at them with arms held wide. Abel stops short of the pair, startled by Lute.

“Wait, who are you?” He tilted his head at her in confusion.

Lute knelt down to his eye level, “I’m Lute, your, uh-” she glanced over at Adam, looking for an answer, only to be given a confused shrug. “Uh, I guess sort of like a stepmom? Sure, we’ll go with that.” She fumbled her way through that sentence.

“Stepmom? That’s so cool!! I have a mom again! Wait, mom would be confusing ‘cause I used to have one of those…can I call you mama instead?” He asked as he hugged her enthusiastically.

Lute fought back the tears that threaten to fall that sting at the corner of her eyes. ‘ This kid is adorable, ’ she thinks. “Uh, sure, buddy, Mama works,” she pat his head, looking over his features, “You look so much like your dad, it’s uncanny.”

Abel stepped toward Adam, looking up at him expectantly with his arms raised. Adam took a deep breath and picked his son up, “Hey kiddo, so…you still mad at me?”

Abel shook his head, “No not anymore, Dad. I’ve learned a lot of things and one of those is forgiveness. People make mistakes, they’re just human after all. Sometimes all they need is a second chance, right?”

Adam and Lute look at each other wide-eyed, sharing the same thought, ‘ Oh shit, we are gonna be horrible parents to this kid. He’s too pure. ’

Abel wrapped his little arms around Adam’s neck and Adam put his hand on his kid’s back, “Thanks kiddo. Hey wanna go back with us? Or maybe just spend the day getting caught up and you can get to know your new mom?”

Abel looked to the nanny as if asking if it were okay to go with them, to be given a nod in response. He spotted his friends in the distance, them watching him with his dad. “Yeah but…I want to come back here. I can’t leave my friends, dad. They don’t have their moms or dads here with them. But sometimes one of their parents will come to get them, and then they don’t come back. We all miss them when they leave. We know they are with family again but we never see them again. It’s really sad.”

Lute comes to stand beside them, “Okay buddy we can do that, if you want to stay here we can always come and visit if you’d like.” Abel nods in agreement and pulls out his fist, and Lute returns the fist bump. The kid’s eyes lit up and a smile grew on his face.

“Here, take this for a sec,” Adam said as he handed Abel to Lute so he could put his mask back on. Abel giggled as he's passed to Lute. “So where ya wanna go, squirt?”

No response.

“Hey? Hello?” Adam made confused faces, waving his hand over the kid’s face to get his attention.

Lute chuckled, “He’s watching how your mask changes”

“Ooh yeah that tracks, it’s pretty fuckin cool, huh?” Abel nodded in amazement. “So now will ya tell me where you wanna go? The zoo? Ice cream shop? Anywhere, you name it.”

“Oooh, ice cream! Ice cream!” He chanted.

Adam put Abel on his back, “Aight, hold on tight kid. You ever flown before?”

The kid shook his head. “Nuh-uh, my wings are too small,” he pouted.

“Well, you’re gonna now, at least as a passenger anyway. Get ready for the coolest time you’ve ever fuckin’ had!” With the flap of mighty wings, they were off.

Heading to the ice cream shop, Adam made a loop in the air, only for Abel to have slipped off half way around. “OH SHIT” Adam mid-panic, managed to grab him quickly, “Whoops, you fucking good, kiddo?”

Abel stared up at his father with wide eyes, clearly shaken, “Y-yeah. That was scary. Fun, but scary. Please don’t do that again.”

“Holy fuck. Trust me little man, that was not planned. Fuckin’ gave me a heart attack.”

Lute hovered close by, disappointingly reminding herself, ‘ Boys will be boys. Boys will be boys .”

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Back at home, they ordered pizza and wings for dinner. Sitting at the kitchen table, Adam asked, “So bud, did you have fun today? Anything we forgot?”

“Yeah I did have lots of fun. But I do have a question. The adults won’t tell me, but you’re my dad so you would know, right?” Abel questioned as he bit more of his pizza slice.

“Yeah! I know everything, hit me,” Adam boasted as he stuffed a wing in his mouth and pulled it back out clean.

“Where did mom and brother go? Why aren’t they here in Heaven with us?”

Silence.

“Uh, well…Um…” Adam fumbled his hands around trying to form the way to word things. “Well, ya see…There are good people, and then there are not so good people. The not so good people go to a different place. So..” He shrugged, hoping to drop this topic.

Abel furrowed his brow and frowned. After a bit he asked, “Can we go visit them?”

Lute put her hand on his shoulder, “Sorry buddy, we can’t do that.”

“They’re probably not there anymore anyway,” Adam said under his breath not so quietly, which got met with a glare from Lute.

“What does he mean, mama?” Abel looked at her with pleading eyes, hurt and confused.

Lute searched her mind for a way to answer without saying, ‘ We go down and purge the bad souls on a now bi annual schedule.' That’s not a good idea. “That place is full of violence, bad people killing just because they can. They could have fallen by any of those people. It’s not safe down there.”

Adam realized her little lie and chimed in, “Yeah and there’s also this curse that clears out random souls who have been there for years and years. So that Hell doesn’t get too crowded. There’s a lot, and I mean a lot, of bad, horrible fuckin’ people who go to Hell every year.”

Lute shot him a look of disbelief as if to say, ‘ that was a little on the nose, don’t you think? ’

Abel remained quiet for a while. “I guess that does make sense. Not everyone comes to Heaven…So there has to be a place for the others to go. But what if there’s some people in Hell who only made small mistakes or just one big mistake? Can’t they eventually be forgiven for them?”

The pair look at each other with unease. They need to find a way to get off of this topic and fast. It was very uncomfortable. Kid is spouting facts but they go against their entire job and everything they believe in. The silence was becoming deafening, what could they say that would be convincing enough to change the topic?

“How ‘bout we watch a movie?” Adam clapped his hands together, “When the movie’s done we can bring you back to the playcare.”

“Okay! Any movie? Even if I’ve watched it before?” Abel was practically bouncing in his seat. Adam and Lute shared a quick sigh of relief.

“‘Course! So whatcha wanna put on?” Adam, pleased with himself for changing the topic.

“All Dogs Go To Heaven! I’ve only seen it once, the caretakers didn’t want to put it on again for some reason. I really liked it though! Charlie was a bad doggy, but he sacrificed himself for a little girl and got a second chance to get into Heaven!”

Lute and Adam shared the same agonizing thought. ‘ It’s gonna be a long night. ’

“Oh you know, Hell is mentioned in the movie but I never thought it was real. Just a movie thing, but now I know that it's not. Maybe that’s why they wouldn’t play it again…But I really enjoyed it!” Abel realized.

As the movie ended, Adam got up to stretch. ‘ Yeah I can see why they didn’t wanna fucking play that movie again. Yeesh. Fuckin’ tear jerker ending though, damn. ’ Turning back to look at Lute who was picking up the leftovers from dinner, “What did you think, Babe?”

“It was…definitely something. That dog showed great loyalty, I respect it.”

“Yeah! He became a better dog and got to go back to Heaven! Now do you think bad people can change?” Abel bounced with his little fists balled in excitement.

“Eh it’s just a movie, kiddo. It ain’t real. Anywho, you guys ready to go?”

“Mama, will you carry me this time? I don’t wanna fall again.”

“Come on, I said I was sorry!”

“You actually didn’t, Sir,” Lute came over to join the two, turning the TV off. “We don’t have to fly there if you don’t want to, can always walk.”

“Oh okay! Let’s go! I can’t wait to see my friends and tell them what we did today!”

“Sheesh, kid, how do you still have so much fuckin’ energy?” Adam watched as Abel bounced on his toes, just raring to go.

Coming back to the daycare and checking in again with Elle at the desk, Abel gave the pair hugs before he ran off to greet his friends who were waiting for him.

“Bye Mama! Bye Dad! Come visit again!” Abel said as he waved them off. Lute and Adam wave back as they watch his friends look questionably at them. They wave goodbye to the nanny at the desk before heading home.

“Why did your parents bring you back? Did they not want to keep you?” One of the kids asked worriedly.

“No, no! I wanted to come back to be with you guys! I’m lucky to still have my dad but I’d feel bad ditching you guys. I don’t want to just leave and never come back,” Abel said as he waved his hands at his friends. “It’s okay! They’re gonna come visit when they can, they’re really busy with important angel stuff. He’s like a higher up, he’s so cool, my dad’s the best!”

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Adam collapsed face first onto the couch, “That was fucking rough.”

“You’re telling me,” Lute said as she grabbed a drink for each of them from the fridge. She set his drink on the coffee table, and nudged him to move over so she could sit on the couch as she took a sip of her drink, “Being called ‘mama’ sure is a super weird feeling. You feel better now that you’ve reunited with Abel?”

Adam raised his head and pat the cushion, wanting to use her lap as a pillow, “You know, yeah. Today was mostly fun. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen any of my kids, but he hasn’t changed a bit. Well, other than the whole thinking sinners can be redeemed shit. He’s too smart for his own good. Gets it from me, ya know.”

“Uh huh, of course he does, Sir,” Lute said as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Are you for real sassing me right now, bitch?”

“Me? Whaat nooo, I would never,” she said with a mischievous grin.

“You are so lucking I’m so fucking tired.”

“Oh yeah? What would you do if you weren’t?” She cocked her eyebrow at him.

“...”

“Nothing? Giving me the silent treatment now?”

Still no reaction. Was he really so tired he fell asleep already?

“Hey, dick for brains. I’m gonna push you onto the floor if you don’t answer me.”

“...”

“Sir?” She leaned over him to check if his eyes are closed, “Adam?”

He lunged at her, frivolously peppering her face with kisses.

“No! No more! Stop it!” Her retaliations fell on deaf ears. She laughed as she tried to push him off her but he held her down as he continued to bully her with his affections.

“Nope, not gonna happen, Babe. You’re gonna get all these fucking kisses and you are gonna like ‘em,” he dove in to aggressively kiss her, but instead plants a soft kiss on her lips. “Betcha thought I was gonna do it again, huh?” He snuggled into her chest, making himself comfy.

“We’re not sleeping out here on the couch. Come on, let's get ready for bed.”

“Mmh…no. Comfy here,” he mumbled against her.

She rolled her eyes, and pat his shoulder, “The bed is much comfier, just have to get there first.”

Adam whined as he reluctantly rolled himself off the couch, “Alriiight…fine let’s go.”

The two once again head off down the hallway, going about their nightly routines, before laying down for the night.

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#guitarspear #bigger than the whole sky #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel adam #adam x lute #guardrock #tabithaposts

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Some Soft Kaeya Headcanons

Maybe it's because I was a little tipsy and sleepy last night but I had some soft Kaeya thoughts before bed that I wanted to share...

CW: Kaeya and reader both intoxicated, mention of alcohol, but this is pure fluff

-Kaeya, who's been drinking all night with you at Angel's Share but has somehow managed to keep his wits about him still, helping you out the tavern door while you giggle and stumble all over

-You're leaning on him and you're so warm from both the alcohol and because you're in close proximity to him, and when the cool night air hits your skin and inevitably causes you to shiver just slightly, he pulls you closer with the excuse of "I just want to keep you warm."

-Kaeya helps you all the way home, patient and caring as you cling to him for support the whole time

-He's definitely the type to make sure you're comfy and cozy the second you get home; he takes your shoes off for you, hangs up your jacket, and watches you diligently to make sure you make it to the bed before he tucks you in himself

-Yes, you heard right, Kaeya Alberich will find the softest blanket you have to cover you up with and fluff up your pillows for you while he's at it too. He even finds your favorite stuffed animal/comfort item and hands it to you/sets it next to you for you to hold (albeit with a little good natured teasing from him)

-He has every intention of lying down and cuddling with you after that but there's one last thing he wants to do. He gets you a glass of water and some painkillers for tomorrow or tonight if you need them. Always thoughtful when it comes to you <3

-After that he's all yours. Anything you want or need of him, he would happily oblige to if you just say the word! Back massage, foot rub, forehead kisses, cuddles, playing with your hair, you name it he'll do it

-In fact if you don't ask, he will willingly offer some of those things. Namely the foot rub since the two of you have been on your feet all day and he heard you complain that they were hurting earlier. He does not easily forget such details about you.

-I just know this man's pillow talk will make you swoon and curl further into him just to hear more. He loves you so much. He'll lull you right to sleep with sweet nothings and quiet reassurances that he'll still be there in the morning (KOF work permitting, but he'll somehow make it work, just trust him)

-Gives you so many kisses on the top of your head, on your forehead, and on your lips in between whispers and talking to you. He's so sweet and tender about it. Will kiss you over and over again, not just once or even a few times, but until he's sure you've fallen asleep before him.

-And even then, he still presses one last loving kiss to your temple before he drifts off himself after telling you how much he loves you

-Cuddles you the entire night, even in his sleep. Probably prefers if you're cuddled up to him facing his chest so he can wrap his arms around you, but he also likes to spoon you while he buries his face into your hair or neck too

-Kaeya is such a sweetheart. He likes to act coy on the surface but beneath that facade is a person who care very deeply for both you and his beloved city, friends, and family.

-When he wakes up first in the morning, the first thing he does is check on you to make sure you're still soundly sleeping with no disturbances. The next thing he does is gently remove himself from the bed to go and make breakfast

-Don't let him fool you with his sarcastic and witty comments when you finally rouse to the smell of a greasy breakfast and wander into the kitchen where he's cooking. He may act sly, say something like, "Oho, look who woke from their slumber! So you finally decided to join the land of the living again, hm?"

-But his smile is still genuine and he doesn't mean what he says. His giant grin proves he's happy to see you again despite his comments (and so does the way he wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder)

-Kaeya is soft, softie Kaeya, he is so so SO sweet on you if you let him be. I have not seen enough headcanons of him this way and I am here to supply!

-Thank you for coming to my TED talk on Soft Kaeya!

#kaeya alberich #kaeya genshin #genshin impact kaeya #genshin kaeya #kaeya #kaeya alberich headcanons #soft!kaeya #kaeya headcanons #genshin headcanons

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your-old-sins-tournament · 1 year

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OC NAVAL WARFARE

/ -- Romantic

*-- Unlabelled/Other

+ -- QPR

& -- Familial

Elitheocecily (Elijah Scott * Theodore Churchill * Cecily Churchill)

OK SO. theodore is an angel from heaven disguising himself as a human on earth. cecily knows this, elijah does not. theodore met cecily shortly after coming down to earth and fell head over heels in love with her like its insane how much this man loves his wife. shes literally the only reason he stays on earth. they are both best friends with elijah, whos a priest and is REEEAAAALLLYY fucking repressed and so deep in the closet its ridiculous. hes convinced himself that its actually really normal heterosexual friendship stuff to be completely infatuated with your boy best friend. he thinks hes being really covert but cecily and theodore both are aware of it. cecily thinks its really funny and theodore just finds it really endearing :) if youve ever seen singin in the rain they basically have lie the same dynamic as don kathy and cosmo its great i love them

HG^2 (Charlie "Chuck" Beaumont/Octavian "Tavi Osborne)

Tavi is a cringe-fail loser spoiled rich kid protegy who never properly developed any social skills aside from making people swoon over them. They fell off their god-complex high-horse so hard it landed them in prison for their parents' murder. (They got better, though!) (Tavi, not the parents. The parents are still very much dead.) Chuck has extreme middle child syndrome and enough guilt to strangle the horse Tavi just fell off of (figuratively) .They were so desperate for outside validation that their old girlfriend straight-up poisoned them and they thought nothing of it. Grades and success always meant the world to them until they met Tavi and discovered that reputation wasn't everything. Sometimes being "evil" can be fun, too. Between these two they could fill a lake with their self-loathing, and then fill another with their love for eachother. They are in it together to the end, along with the children they somehow manage to pick up along the way. (These two are technically Marvel/Spiderverse OCs, though they are very separated from the Canon. My partner and I have gone kinda nuts with them over the years, and their story now includes elements/characters from: Ouran High School Host Club, The Magnus Archives, Danny Phantom, Ace Attorney, Supernatural, Harry Potter (as a parody), and many more that I cannot recall.)

Tavi (or Octavian [They/Them]) is the child of two multi millionaire parents. Though they had quite the god complex as a child it was slightly dampened by their roommate/rival/friend Chuck when they got to college at the age of 16. Though they had many wacky adventures during their four years together, that soon came crashing down when their parents were murdered during graduation. So like any sane person they cut off all contact to anyone that they cared about and started getting a Doctorate (after they were miraculously proven innocent). From their they spiraled until they turned 28 and started working at their parents' old company were they run back into Chuck. Chuck (or Charlie [They/Them]) is the middle child of 8, being sandwiched in-between two sets of twins and one set of triplets, wants to noticed within the family. This is achieved when they manage to graduate highschool early and get a huge full-ride scholarship to MIT. They are lead to be roomed with the other 16 year old, Tavi. Through their four years of people assuming that they are dating (they would like to date the but they definitely don't feel the same [they do]) their time together was cut off when their mother had to got to the hospital where she would die a year later. Gets into a toxic relationship, or should I call it poisonous?, relationship with a girl named Gray. That relationship ends and they get a job at a big science place where they eventually reunite with Tavi. Though their relationship starts off very rocky they find bonding time after becoming villains against a common foe and starting a twitch together. Eventually they find a bigger bad and adopt the first villain together <3 (Technically they are Spiderverse/Spiderman ocs but do NOT follow canon very well. Their lore goes further down the rabbit whole but I feel like this gives a good impression of them both haha [I kinda got carried away is what I am saying])

#oc ship tournament #oc ships #oc #bracket tournament #polls #romantic ship #unlabelled ship #elitheocecily #hg^2

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truthplagued · 11 months

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SWOONED / yeah u know what, give me that 'fluffy' past in love with his ex-wife :~)

GLIMPSES OF THE PAST / send SWOONED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were infatuated with someone.

There were few memories he had closed himself off to. Certain ones that would always ache no matter the time that passed. A flicker of a memory surfaced, one Angel rarely allowed himself to revisit. It was a moment from a time when Angel Kwon had been someone else entirely, a man who had let his guard down, a foolish boy who had been infatuated:

It was one of those things he shouldn't have and that this was all a product of his own greed. Everything weighed so heavily in his chest when he looked over at her because it felt suffocatingly tight, like Yumi had managed to wrap her delicate around his heart and squeeze. And when he had been younger, more foolish, and less experience in the world he would scoffed at the idea of feelings, love, and all those other weaknesses that could be used against someone.

He had been devoid of a lot of the cynicism that now defined him. Angel had been entranced by Yumi from the start, drawn into her world with a blind enthusiasm he could no longer comprehend. He had convinced himself it would work despite knowing in no universe could someone like him ever get something so pure, so right, and so good without staining it somehow. Yet, he choose to live in that delusion.

Reaching over in the midst of the cold winter, eyes following the pink of Yumi's nose and cheeks, wrapping his own scarf tightly around her face to block out the bitter winds. "You're going to need up frozen like this. C'mon, Yumi. We should head home now." Face softer, gentler than it had ever been. Fingers toying with the edge of the sleeve of her jacket to give a soft tug to encouragingly prompt her to follow him.

#solisocasum #&. dialogue.#&. answered.#( his love is pretty subtle i think )#( in a ice skating date or smething )

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Review: The good and the bad of the Golden Globes

LOS ANGELES

Tuesday night doesn’t really scream “glamorous awards show.”

We’ve been trained to expect those on Sundays, when you can spend a lazy evening half-watching E! reporters vamp in formal wear for hours on end, waiting for stars to arrive as you do other things. Sundays are elegant. Tuesdays are not.

But the embattled Hollywood Foreign Press Association probably didn’t have much say in the matter if they wanted to get the Golden Globe Awards back on broadcast television in time for its 80th anniversary. So, Tuesday it was.

Hollywood, in large part, turned out too, acting as though it wasn’t a rainy weekday in Southern California and as though they hadn’t just a year ago protested the existence of the show. Brad Pitt and Angela Bassett came. So did Steven Spielberg and Ryan Coogler. Everyone played their roles.

There were gowns and suits and bow ties and diamonds, clavicle bones and updos. Eddie Redmayne even had an oversized Carrie Bradshaw-esque satin flower affixed to his suit lapel. On the sodden silver carpet, Laverne Cox swooned over Austin Butler and Michelle Yeoh’s nominated performances, in “Elvis” and “Everything Everywhere All At Once,” respectively. No one seemed very worried about being there.

How much is the viewing audience — aside from the select few who are both very online and film fans — really thinking about the organization that votes for these awards? Once the lights go down, it’s all about the show that’s right in front them — the stars, the speeches, the laughs. But host Jerrod Carmichael made sure to remind everyone of the ugly truths behind all the glitz and advertising dollars at the start.

In the familiar ballroom of the Beverly Hilton hotel, awards went to good people who gave good, emotional speeches.

Ke Huy Quan, winning the first award of the night for his big comeback role in “Everything Everywhere All At Once,” warmed hearts shouting out Spielberg for giving him his first opportunity. The cameras were ready to cut back to the director, who cheered on the kid he directed so long ago in “Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.”

Jeremy Allen White, who catapulted to fame with “The Bear,” quivered when he mentioned his beloved, late manager Chris Huvane, continuing to say “thank you” as he walked off stage in a daze. “The White Lotus’” Jennifer Coolidge wasn’t the only one reflecting on her own career and life on stage. Even Spielberg, normally stoic, got teary-eyed during his own turn the podium.

The room looked like a dimly lit lounge, with endless champagne on the tables and a piano player decked in white feathers while giving theatrical flourishes to the “Sex and the City” theme and vamping for the cameras.

Bassett and Quinta Brunson learned the hard way that reading acceptance speeches off their phones was perhaps a mistake as family and friends texted them congratulations for their win. Colin Farrell used his own acceptance speech to compliment Ana de Armas’ performance in “Blonde,” as well as all of his “Banshees of Inisherin” collaborators, down to Jenny the donkey. Both he and Yeoh scolded the piano music that started to play them off.

“Shut up, please!” Yeoh said. “I can beat you up.”

It wasn’t for another hour that Carmichael would step up to clarify that the woman shown at the piano, Chloe Flower, was not actually the one playing many a winner off. It was a track, he said.

In many ways, the big film acting winners — Yeoh, Butler, Farrell and Quan — at the Globes looked like a possible rehearsal for those who might take the stage on Oscar night in March. But is that a good thing?

Depends on who you’re asking: For those campaigning, the value is clear. For those watching, well, it might just start to feel redundant. They also came very, very early in the show that somehow kept going past 11 p.m. Eastern (despite the aggressive playing off).

But Carmichael kept the room on edge even well into the show as he came out, some 90 minutes in, holding “Tom Cruise’s three returned Golden Globe statuettes” and suggesting they could be used in exchange for “the safe return of Shelly Miscavige," Scientology leader David Miscavige’s wife who hasn’t been seen in public for years.

“Anyway, from ‘Top Gun: Maverick,’ please welcome Glen Powell and Jay Ellis,” Carmichael followed, introducing two Cruise co-stars.

Moments later, Shelly Miscavige was trending on Twitter.

“It’s a good thing Tom’s not here,” Ellis said. It was about something else, technically, but also not.

Later, Carmichael got in an edgy dig in at Will Smith too, saying they gave him the “Rock Hudson award for best portrayal of masculinity on television” during the commercial break.

Carmichael was the live wire that kept the otherwise typical show interesting. WHAT would he say next, everyone wondered? He made Ricky Gervais look tame. Because aside from Carmichael's go-for-broke unpredictability, the 80th Golden Globe Awards was just that: Typical.

There were truly moving moments and truly boring ones too and it stayed past its welcome and got less and less climactic as the night went on. Who made the decision to present most of the major film awards at the beginning of the show? By the time Eddie Murphy finally got his Cecil B. DeMille honor and got in his own dig at Smith, it felt as though the show was already on its fourth ending. But there were still honors, the obligatory HFPA president speech and a shouting Quentin Tarantino to come.

What do we really want in an awards show? It’s the big, existential question that doesn’t just plague the Golden Globes. A little dose of Coolidge, Regina Hall and a tipsy, hungry Mike White never hurts. But the fact remains: It’s hard to throw a comeback party on a Tuesday.

#yesthatssadirichardslove

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farfromharry · 3 years

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Sugar cookie kisses | Dad!Tom fic

Dad!Tom x Baker!reader

Summary: Tom is a very busy man and juggling his job and a toddler is never easy. so when his baker neighbour next door offers to babysit, how can he say no? free baked goods and a free, very pretty babysitter, what else could the young, single dad want?

Word count - 11,745

Warnings - language i think, drinking, mentions of pregnancy, not much else

A/n - you can probably tell which part @poppysparker wrote because its so much better than mine 😭

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You and Tom had met in a very cliche way, one that in the movies would usually lead to the two of you falling in love. He was the single dad with the to die for little girl, and you were the cute baker who had no issue sending him sweet treats every now and then to keep up your friendship. You had to admit you did sometimes think about what it would be like to be in love with the brunette, you weren’t silly, he was painfully attractive and he had a heart of gold, but he had a busy life and you don’t want to further interrupt that by weaving your way into his lovelife.

You remember the day you met like it was yesterday, Tom had come into your bakery in search of a custom fairy cake for his princess’ birthday rather last minute due to his unrelenting schedule. He was a blushing mess when he first saw you, an instant attraction, but you were fixed on the idea that child = married.

Your co worker had tried to convince you he was quietly swooning for you while you talked details for the birthday cake, but you were convinced it wasn’t meant to be. That was until you saw him again a few days later in a highly unlikely place; the cute man from the bakery was actually your neighbour, the one who was always away on what you believed to be were business trips, with no golden wedding band sitting on his finger.

You were rather shocked at the time, the both of you were, but you quickly realised it was actually a really good thing. You’d somehow managed to become Tom’s new babysitter, who even though he’d insisted more than once, he didn’t have to pay because he provided you with someone to bake with while you were at home (his lovely daughter). It also meant all your baked treats didn’t go to waste as you were able to share them with both Tom and Scarlett. You didn’t really gain too much from your friendship with Tom in the same way he did, other than just that, a friendship, and one that you loved dearly.

»»——⍟——««

Your side job as the man’s babysitter had all started when he rushed into your shop one day right before he had to go to an important meeting. He had Scarlett clinging to his chest, all while he was flicking through some papers frantically with the free hand that wasn’t holding his daughter’s weight. You could feel the stress radiating from him and you didn’t really know how to help. He explained how he’d come to get some of your famous cookies to keep Lettie occupied during the boring meeting, but upon realising where she was she insisted, very demandingly for a three year old, that she would much rather stay with you.

“Y-You want to stay with Y/N?” he asked nervously, hands beginning to sweat as the time ticked by, time he really didn’t have right now. He didn’t want to argue with the toddler, he knew everything about that girl and she would only throw a tantrum if he didn’t put her down and allow her to stay here, but he also didn’t want to give you any unnecessary burdens; not that Scarlett was a burden. “That’s not up to me, angel. You’d have to ask her very nicely.”

You tried to contain your grin at the way the usually confident and cocky businessman was acting so shy, but your reserve broke the second you looked at his little clone, her eyes wide and lips in a hopeful smile as she asked to stay.

“I would love to have you here,” you said, hand smoothing over the rather awful attempt at a plait that no one other than Tom could have managed. You giggled quietly to yourself while noting that you needed to fix it at some point.

When looking back to Tom he still looked incredibly sheepish about just dumping his daughter on you like she was your responsibility. But considering Monday daytime wasn’t usually a busy few hours, you had no objections to having another addition to your staff for the day.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked shyly. You hummed, brushing back some flyaways that had slipped out of Scarlett’s bobble. The girl was happy to cling to you, in such a short time you’d become one of her favourite people, and obviously she adored everything you baked because she had a rather large sweet tooth. “More than okay, another pair of hands would be a godsend.”

He chuckled, playing along. “As long as you pay her at the end of the day,” he teased. You grinned, nodding your head before Tom said his goodbyes to his daughter. He pressed a sweet kiss to the top of her head as he reminded her to be good and polite, but you were convinced any child raised by this perfect man could be nothing but.

“Aren’t you going to be late?” you pointed out, eyeing the clock on the wall as the man doted on the girl. It seemed as though he forgot as he cursed silently, leaving the girl to scurry away behind the counter. “You’re a lifesaver,” he told you, flashing you a lazy grin as he headed out of your shop with a final wave, the bell above the door signalling his exit.

“Now, I heard a certain little girl wanted some cookies, and we definitely need to redo that hair.”

The day rushed by in almost no time at all for you. You were visited mainly by your regulars with a few here and there newbies you’d never seen before. All were overjoyed at the adorable little girl helping to hand over their sweet treats at the till. You did however have to explain more than once how you were simply babysitting and the girl wasn’t actually yours, but nonetheless you enjoyed your time with her.

It felt all too soon when Tom walked through your door just after closing time, his expression considerably more tired than when you saw him earlier that day. You sent him a warm smile, and even offered him a muffin that Scarlett had told you was his favourite. You’d simply assumed he hadn’t eaten because from the exhaustion in his eyes it seemed like he’d been busy today, but to Tom it felt like some romantic force of nature that you seemingly knew without him having to tell you.

He thanked you and then moved onto his daughter, her tired features mirroring those of her dads. She was more than ready to go to bed. She’d already missed her midday nap. Tom carefully lifted her up into his arms, her head tucking into his neck as she slumped against him. He smiled, rubbing her back lovingly in hopes of her falling asleep. “Did you have fun, love?” he asked quietly, the girl barely even registering he’d spoken. All she gave was a quiet hum before you were summarising the events of your day to the dad.

“Well, no wonder you’re so sleepy, bug.” There was no reaction, Tom slowly shifting his head to see that Scarlett had indeed passed out in his arms. You awed, eyes full of adoration as you watched her sleeping face. You barely saw the way his eyes narrowed as he caught sight of her hair, but your heart began to race slightly at the idea you’d maybe crossed the line.

“I definitely did not do that plait that well. Did you do this?” he asked. From the tone he spoke you assumed he wasn’t angry with you, and that was enough to calm your nerves, a simple smile splitting on your face as you nodded. “Well thank you again for doing this, and for doing her hair because it really was awful this morning,” Tom reiterated in a much quieter voice than before, amusement lacing his last few words.

“It’s really no problem. Now go home, get some rest,” you said sweetly, pressing your hand to his arm. “You both look like you could use it after all your hard work today.”

He hummed, allowing you to walk him to the door so you could lock up behind him while you tidied the shop. Thankfully before he left your eyes caught sight of the counter where a bag of cookies lay that you had intended on giving to the man as a small gift. You’d startled him momentarily with your quick demand for him to wait before leaving, but he obeyed without question.

“I think you forgot these this morning,” you explained as visible confusion laced his features. You saw the moment of realisation where he thought back to when he’d originally entered the store in search of an edible distraction for his toddler. He took you off guard when he leaned forward to place an ever so soft kiss to your temple, and you weren’t sure if it was the late hour or the lack of sleep that influenced him to do it, but you did know it left you flustered like a schoolgirl with a silly crush.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” “Goodnight, Tom.”

»»——⍟——««

Days off were very rare for you. You loved your job and often even on days that the store wasn’t open you chose to go in just to spend your free time there getting some extra tasks done. But, your co-worker had insisted that you stay home for the day to get a well deserved break while she would be the one to take care of anything and everything.

Of course you still didn’t want to sit down and do nothing all day though, you were desperate for some brownies so what better than to make some of your own, you had all the ingredients anyway. You slipped one of your many aprons over your comfy clothes, the white one decorated with the cute oranges that stopped just before your knee, and started to gather what you needed.

Your counter was quickly scattered with ingredients, from eggs to mixing bowls and even small tubs of little treats, including chocolate chips and some m&ms that were more or less always there for guests and yourself to come and take.

You got stuck in rather quickly, not feeling like wasting time as your desire for the chocolatey dessert only grew stronger. Everything was going well until you had a slight mishap with the flour, having failed to realise the presence of the egg on your hands, resulting in a dropped bag of the messy ingredient scattered across your lower half and floor.

You’d barely had any time to clean yourself when there was a sudden gentle knock on your door, which was not what you were expecting, especially not at such an earlier hour of the morning. You wiped your messy hands on your apron and hoped you didn’t have any flour on your cheeks or even in your hair as you exited the kitchen to answer your door. There was another impatient knock that had you rolling your eyes.

“I’m here,” you mumbled, pulling open the door to see the familiar brunette standing there rather frantically, a common state you seem to see Tom in quite frequently as of late. He gave you that same sheepish smile you’d grown to almost expect to see whenever you saw him. He assumed you already knew why he was standing on your doorstep so early looking like a lost puppy and in truth you did, you were just waiting with a smile for the words to come out of his mouth.

No matter how many times you babysat Scarlett on a spontaneous occasion, Tom would continue to feel bad for more or less dumping his child on you. It wasn’t difficult to realise the single dad struggled to juggle his workload and a toddler at the same time, which was why you were always so eager to help him.

“I-I know this is last minute again but-” Tom didn’t have time to finish his apology before Scarlett was running into the entryway of your home to attach herself to your legs. You mentally cursed as you realised her clothes were going to be covered in the remnants of the flour that had fallen on you, but the way she was smiling up at you had you not even caring. You ran your fingers through her loose curls, noting that Tom hadn’t attempted to do her hair today further than a gentle brush, and the thought of him getting so worked up over being unable to braid a three year old’s hair made you giggle under your breath.

“Just go. I’ve got her,” you promised. Tom nodded gratefully, making some half hearted promise to make it up to you at some point for all you do for him. He bent down to Scarlett’s height to say goodbye and remind her of all his usual rules. “Be good for Y/N, okay? I’ll be back in a few hours and I love you so much,” he cooed, kissing her cheek sloppily. The frantic man only called a quick goodbye to you as he began walking back to his car, leaving you standing at the door with nothing but a small wave and an apologetic glance.

Scarlett looked up at you with the same pair of doe eyes that her father possessed, her hands forming fists as she made a grabby motion at you, silently telling you she wanted up. You playfully rolled your eyes, hoisting her up into your arms to see that wide toothy grin on her face as you closed the door. Your eyes caught a glimpse of the mess you’d created on the kitchen counter and you hummed happily as you realised you were getting to bake with your favourite baking buddy. “Now little miss, what d’you say you help me make some brownies?”

She squealed into your ear, slightly deafening you, but she happily let you carry her to your kitchen where your ingredients littered the island.

You sat her down in a clean spot, of which the counter was very scarce, resuming your previous task of making brownies where the majority would probably end up going to Tom anyway. You were trying to weigh out how much sugar you needed when you saw Scarlett shifting on the counter. You didn’t pay much attention to what she was doing. The girl was smart even for her young age, so you knew she’d be careful and make sure she didn’t accidentally tumble off of the counter.

“Can I have some?” she asked quietly, her little hand motioning to one of the bowls full of stuff you’d set on the side. You turned your head from where you were still measuring ingredients, noting that she was eyeing the bowl of chocolate chips. You narrowed your eyes at her teasingly, pointing your finger at her. “Only if you don’t tell your dad.” She rapidly nodded her head, the three year old not needing much incentive.

You giggled to yourself, handing her a couple but making sure she ate them one by one so she didn't choke, because you were sure Tom wouldn’t be too pleased if you let that happen.

“Good?” you asked. She grinned, letting you see all the chocolate that had managed to gather around her mouth. You shook your head with a chuckle, grabbing a cloth from off of your counter. You ran it under some lukewarm water for a few seconds and then wiped away her mess, placing a soft kiss on her head when you were done.

Your ingredients were officially ready to mix together in the next few minutes, knowing this was usually the girl’s favourite part. “D’you want to help me mix, angel?”

That was probably a bad idea on your part. Over the last few weeks you’d baked with Lettie more times than you could count, both in your home and in the shop, so you knew exactly how bad this could go. Now baking with a toddler was messy, and it was still on your to do list to get her a small apron that would cover her clothes so she didn’t keep staining them. You couldn’t even count on one hand the amount of times you’d had to tell Tom that there’d been an incident involving a newly dirty set of toddler clothing. But as of right now you were just having to hope for the best, trying your hardest to make sure she didn’t spill anything and always cleaned her hands when she got them messy.

Your plan didn’t work for long and by the end of your time together you were swapping her chocolate covered clothes for one of your own shirts that Tom would have to bring back at a later time, and by now he probably had his own collection, just as you did but with Scarlett’s previously food covered clothes that you simply forgot to give back.

By the time her dad came to pick her, the small girl was completely wiped out. She’d tucked her tiny body against yours on your couch, halting any movements you might have wanted to make, including opening your front door, but it was worth it to see that lovesick look on her dad’s face when he saw you both, plus you’d given Tom a spare key for emergencies so he still managed to get into the house okay.

“Let me guess,” he said, a small grin making its way onto his face as he spotted the napping girl on your lap in clothes that weren’t hers. “You baked,” he teased.

You giggled quietly, running your fingers through her messy curls that twinned with her dads. Tom was watching you with heart eyes, not that you noticed, just from the ever so pure sight.

“Well, I should get her home and to bed. Thank you again, Y/N.” He carefully scooped Scarlett up into his arms, soothing her with some kisses on her head when she grew restless from the sudden movement. He shushed her whining, rubbing her back gently as she fell back to sleep.

“Oh wait, Tom.” You scattered back to your kitchen, taking hold of the container of the remaining brownies you and Scarlett had so effortlessly whipped up. “These are for you.”

He almost groaned aloud seeing the chocolate treats. He’d told you before and he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you a million times, he could live off of your baking, more specifically your brownies.

Apparently that was the final straw for him, something suddenly switching in him as he raised his head from where he was looking at the tub of brownies to look solely at you instead. “Let me take you out to dinner somewhere, to make up for all you do for me,” he said, a shrivel of hope glimmering in those pretty brown eyes. You felt your heart flutter, the way he asked so sweetly, and the fact he’d chosen such a romantic activity for you both to do, was definitely not helping the small crush you had been forming for him.

Your silence made him nervous. He wanted to jump in and assume that was a no and just ask you to forget about the whole thing, but he guessed that dinner could still be perceived as something ‘just friends’ do all the time, and that was all you were just friends.

“Okay,” you agreed, opening your mouth to teasingly add one more condition to his offer. “But only if you’re paying.”

“That was the idea, darling,” he chuckled, feeling a short sense of relief that you hadn’t completely rejected him, especially in front of his daughter too, even though she was sleeping. “Then I’ll see you there.”

»»——⍟——««

It was a few days later when both Tom and yourself were free next, and with a babysitter secured for Lettie, you were all set to move forward with your dinner date; oh my god, you were going to dinner with Tom.

Fumbling around your apartment, you weren’t sure that you had ever been so desperate to impress a date, but hours had been put into perfecting the way you looked for Tom. You felt silly stressing this much attention into your appearance, completely unaware that Tom fawned over you even in moments when you felt so unpresentable you preferred to hide away.

Your stomach twisted at the hollow sound of three knocks to the very center of your front door. You didn’t feel ready for this. What if you had misinterpreted his invitation? Suddenly, you felt overdressed. What if he didn’t like this, or you? What if one wrong, nervous response ended everything with him before it even started?

Rubbing your lips together, you pulled the door open with pinched breath. On the other side of the threshold, Thomas Holland looked more than ethereal. You relaxed with a shaky exhale, tension in your shoulders dissipating at the sight of him. The businessman startled at the quick reveal of you seconds following his three timid knocks. Honey eyes trailed the expanse of your figure, pools of liquid gold melting in awe. He’d known you were beautiful since the first time he saw you, but in this light, in that dress, you looked too beautiful for Hollywood. The shift in his admiration was hardly readable, and the longer he stared at your rhapsody, the more he noticed you folding in on yourself with nerves.

“Y-You look incredible, Y/N.” He muttered, oblivious to the heat that overtook your cheeks beneath his praise. You think you hear him whisper ‘wow’ beneath his breath, but your heartbeat is too deafening to be sure. You roll your eyes, hoping he hadn’t noticed you falter, and lock the door behind yourself when Tom extends his hand to you.

When your fingers joined, it felt like a fire had been sparked in your belly, and you made a note of how soft his hand is in yours. You wouldn’t mind feeling his touch more often, in any way he wanted to provide. You almost protested when he dropped the embrace to open the door for you, before venturing to his own side with a playboy smirk on his unkissed cherry lips.

Though it wasn’t uncomfortable, you weren’t sure anything with Tom could make you feel that way, the drive to dinner consisted of nothing more then one-sided begging, however, no matter your persistence to know where he was taking you, Tom didn’t bend. Each time you’d try to plead with him, he’d flick his eyes from the road to yours, with that knee weakening smirk on his lips, “Just be patient, Love.” He’d repeat, sure you were tired of his intended repetition, and to be honest, he found it funny. If he could play this game with his toddler, he could surely keep up with you.

Quicker than you would’ve liked, the car slowed. The sight outside your window was enchanting, and Tom’s smirk fell into a lavish smile at the sight of your amazement. “Here we are,” He announced cheekily, transitioning the car to a complete stop. For the second time that night, his hand found yours, and without fault fireworks tickled your tummy. His thumb brushed back and forth against your knuckles, eyes watching you fondly as you tried to find words.

Immediately you tried to talk Tom out of this, promising that he didn’t need to spend so much money on you, that you’d be absolutely fine with something lower end, or even holding up in your kitchen cooking together. All he did was laugh, leading your hand to his lips, and letting you experience the fairytale of his gentle cherry lips. Somehow they were softer than his hands and your mind fell blank of any protests, your body aching to melt into his. Yeah. He sure knew how to leave a girl speechless.

The restaurant was beautiful, you had to admit, and a lovely candlelit dinner with the man you were crushing on sounded like a dream. You were hasty to let Tom pay for you, you felt like you were asking way too much of him and the sense of guilt in the pit of your stomach was much too strong for you to ignore.

“Are you sure this is the place? Everything’s so expensive.” He brushed off your concern as the hostess led you to your table, a nice one in the back where you wouldn’t be too interrupted by the chatter of other customers, but still had a rather gorgeous view of the small garden display in the center of the floor.

“I told you, I’m paying you back for all the times you’ve helped me with Lettie, and you’ve helped a lot.” He even went as far as to pull your chair out for you like a complete gentleman.

You were utterly swooning for the man. You wanted to hate yourself for it, he was just a friend, a friend who saw you as nothing more than another friend who babysat their daughter occasionally, you just didn’t want to get your hopes up.

You made light conversation to start with, at least until the bottle of wine he’d ordered had arrived at your table. You felt like you had to ask though, your mind going mad not knowing who’d he got to care for Scarlett tonight seeing as you were here with him.

“So, who are you forcing to babysit tonight?” you teased, taking a swig of your wine as you watched him from over the table. He chuckled, rolling his eyes. “My mum has the pleasure of the monster tonight.”

You giggled, a sound that made Tom’s heart flutter almost every time he heard it. “So I’m out of a job then?” you continued.

“You just might be.”

After that was out of the way the two of you tried to focus on anything but work or kids, seeing as that was all you usually focused on when either of you were home. He’d made you flustered more times than you could count, at one point having to rest your cool wine glass against your blazing cheeks to calm yourself down.

“What’s with all the compliments mister?” You could see his cheeks momentarily flush as he cleared his throat. Clearly the man didn’t expect you to question his actions, but now that you did he felt rather shy and under pressure. You finally had the upper hand. You were definitely going to enjoy it while it lasted because Tom knew he could flip the roles in a heartbeat and have you melting at his feet with a few simple words.

“You deserve them. I just think you look really beautiful,” he mumbled. You sighed, eyes glaring at him lazily from across the table.

Your eyes trailed from his down to your empty glass and over to the nearly empty bottle. You opened your mouth and stated simply. “If these are going to keep coming I’m gonna need more wine.”

By the end of the night the two of you were more than a little wine drunk, so obviously Tom wasn’t going to be irresponsible and try to drive you home. Instead the two of you decided you were going to stroll back and enjoy the time you had left together on the way.

There’d been more than one occasion where you’d already stumbled over air, the alcohol going to your head. Tom had been a gentleman, and with his surprisingly fast reflexes, had caught you every time. He also insisted that you should stand closer together so he could really make sure you weren’t going to hurt yourself. His care for you once again had your knees weak.

“Tonight was a dream, Tom. Not quite sure I want it to end,” you admitted, fingers brushing over his as your hands swayed between your two bodies while you walked. He had a tiny grin on his face as he finally joined your hands together, his head turning for a second to look at the way the streetlights perfectly illuminated his favourite features of yours.

“It doesn’t have to,” he shrugged. You rolled your eyes and tried to remind him. “You have a beautiful little girl to get back to.”

“Not until tomorrow morning.”

You think you caught onto what he was implying, but you didn’t want to be bold and take the first step just in case he was making a simple point. So instead you just changed the subject, seeing your brightly coloured front door coming into view that thankfully saved you from what could have quickly turned awkward.

“Thanks for walking me home,” you said, a playful grin on your lips. He chuckled, eyes flickering over to his own home from where he was standing in front of yours. “No problem, I live around here anyway.”

You were glad that the two of you could joke around so easily, and annoyingly it made you so much more attracted to the single dad than you wanted to be.

After your round of laughter had died down the two of you realised just how close you were together in a silent atmosphere. It had you growing shy, your face growing hot as you took in his features so up close.

The young man had a sudden burst of confidence, his eyes flickering between your dilating pupils and your inviting lips. He quickly cursed under his breath before practically throwing himself forward, his hand on your jaw as your lips met in a sweet first kiss.

You mentally noted that his lips tasted so fondly of the wine you’d been sipping on all night, and could only imagine that yours tasted the same way. It was intoxicating in more ways than one.

His lips felt so soft against yours and you couldn’t even begin to get enough of him.

But you were the first to pull back just slightly when you didn’t think you could go anymore without gathering some air into your lungs, your lips curling into a shy grin as your shared panting filled the quiet night air.

“I’d really like to do this again sometime.”

“The kiss or the date?” he asked, his tongue teasingly dragging over his lips, knowing your eyes were locked on the way the muscle moved.

You confirmed for him in a heartbeat. “Uh- both. Definitely both.”

“Then that makes two of us.”

»»——⍟——««

Everything with Tom had been going amazing since your first date. You’d talked that night over a little more wine and found your feelings for one another actually were mutual.

Tom had been the one to suggest maybe trying your relationship out, but only if you took things slow. A few more dates would be needed until you were sure you wanted to confirm what your relationship was, and you’d keep it from Scarlett for a while considering she wouldn’t have much of a way to separate you and Tom just dating with you being her new mother; Tom didn’t want to throw that at you yet. He also didn’t want the relationship to break off quickly and get the girl’s hopes up.

For the last few weeks Tom had been having his mother babysit rather than you so the two of you could spend time together, but in the last few days Lettie had been demanding to see you because she apparently missed you.

It warmed your heart knowing that she wanted to spend time with you, and you loved taking care of her much to Tom’s happiness.

His heart skipped a quick beat when he heard the tell tale knock on his front door. He’d been rushing around all afternoon to try and make his home look neat for you after Lettie had had a little bit of a meltdown over something minor earlier that afternoon.

She’d later apologised and all was forgiven on Tom’s part, but he really could’ve done with her not throwing her toys all around his living room.

He’d had to toss the last one and pray it landed in the toy box as he headed towards the door, and apparently those summers forcing his friends and brothers to play basketball with him had paid off as it went in without a hitch.

He pulled open the door with a large welcoming grin, tugging you into a tight hug before you’d even managed to acknowledge the door opening. You giggled into his chest, snaking your arms around his torso to hug back. “Nice to see you too, handsome.”

He was intending on pulling away from your hug originally to plant a sweet, newly familiar, kiss onto your lips, but those plans were sadly interrupted by the pitter patter of tiny feet.

“Y/N!” the little girl yelled. She ran towards you, stumbling on her feet a few times before clinging to your leg tightly. You reached your hand down and smoothed her out of control hair down. “Why don’t I do something about this mess, huh?”

She nodded her head, tugging you with your hand towards the drawer downstairs where Tom kept some simple hair things for the little girl. Nothing too fancy, just a small hair brush and some hair bobbles in case she fell asleep downstairs and he needed to tame the bird’s nest on her head, much like now.

You were careful when brushing through the knots in her hair, much the opposite to how Tom usually does it to where the little girl has to yell at him for being too harsh. You only did a simple braid, but Tom watched you with a silly grin as if you were doing some elaborate, extraordinary task, but he just loved the domestic feeling of it all. It didn’t take long for you to snap the hair tie into place and announce that you were done, sending the little girl back off to her dad.

“Are you leaving again, daddy?” The tiny girl asked. She didn’t know much but she’d grown to learn that when she saw you it meant her dad had to go somewhere. Tom scooped the girl up onto his hip, a small smile on his face as he lightly ran his hand over the plait you’d done.

“No, no sweetheart. Y/N’s just going to be joining us tonight s’all.” Her eyebrows furrowed adorably and you noted the resemblance she had to her father with that expression. She looked between the two of you before shrugging her tiny shoulders, accepting what was happening if it meant she got to spend her night with you.

He let her back down and she practically jumped at you with all the ideas of what you could do together to pass time, settling the debate on her own by deciding it’d be playing dolls.

Tom stayed to watch for a little while to make sure you got settled before he left the two of you to play with her toys, announcing he was going to start on dinner.

“I can’t wait to judge your cooking,” you called, seeing him disappear into the kitchen with an unimpressed shake of his head.

You’d never eaten something Tom had cooked, so you were a little skeptical on how it was going to go. On the one hand he was a businessman with a very tight schedule most of the time, and that didn’t leave him with much time to learn how to cook at an edible level, maybe the basics at most. On the other hand though, he was also a dad, so maybe he had to learn to cook at some point in order to feed him and Scarlett.

You were leaning towards the former.

It didn’t come as a surprise to you then when Tom called for your help shortly after he started cooking, although you had to say the smell of whatever it was he was making wafting from the kitchen did seem rather pleasant, so you couldn’t understand what he could possibly want you to do.

“Y/N/N, can you help me in the kitchen for a second?” he asked. You nodded, nudging Lettie in the direction of her toybox. You made sure she was busy before heading to help Tom.

You let out a yelp when his hands grabbed at your waist, startling you. You scolded him with a slap to his chest, wishing you could wipe the smirk off of his face.

“Don’t do that,” you whined, hiding your face in his chest so he couldn’t see the embarrassment overtaking your features. He eventually coaxed you to look at him, a lovesick smile decorating his lips. He tried to lean in to kiss you, only to have your hands on his chest push him away. “Tom, she’s right in there,” you warned. He shrugged his shoulders, reaching up to carefully tuck some loose hair behind your ear so it was no longer in your face. He shushed you before leaning in to lightly connect your lips, barely even touching to make sure you had time to push him away if you didn’t really want this.

There was no way for you to deny that you did, you’d grown incredibly fond of the way Tom’s lips felt in the past few weeks, and you weren’t sure you’d ever reject one of his intoxicating kisses.

A small calling of daddy had you jumping apart from each other prematurely, looking like teenagers that’d been caught making out by a teacher. Your fingertips glazed your lips, feeling the tingles exploding beneath your touch.

When you snapped out of your blissed daze you found Tom kneeling on the floor, hands holding Scarletts. “‘M hungry, how much longer?” she asked, adorable pout on her face as her tummy growled to add emphasis. Tom diffused the situation as best he could, sending her back to play with her toys within mere minutes of her entering the kitchen in the first place.

“So, did you actually need my help or did you just need something pretty to look at?” you teased. He chuckled, picking up the knife he’d set on the counter to continue cutting up his ingredients.

You leaned down to the height of the counter, chin resting on your hand and elbow resting on the counter as you watched him push the thin slices of carrot off the cutting board into his pan with such ease, looking almost professional in his movements; maybe you were too quick to judge his cooking ability.

“Jus’ wanted a pretty view.”

You played along with the flirting. “Well this view should be heading back to entertain your daughter.”

He paused, wiping his hands off on his apron. He curled his finger in your direction, motioning to come over and stand beside him. Once within his reach he brought one of his hands up to cup your cheeks, the way he moved so confidently making your knees feel weak. His thumb trailed your bottom lip, cheekily tugging at it to watch it snap back into place. You refused to wait any longer to feel his lips, the subtle teasing causing a growing impatience in your chest that you couldn’t ignore.

“Just kiss me, dummy.” “Oh, I can do that.”

»»——⍟——««

The dinner went swimmingly. You were pleasantly surprised by Tom’s cooking skills and couldn’t get enough of what he’d prepared. Scarlett wasn’t too fond, making her dismay known with every bite of her food, forcing a laugh out of Tom at how judgemental the three year old could be. Luckily you’d brought dessert, your famous brownies that Lettie often told her dad she’d eat for every meal if he’d be so kind to let her; of course he wouldn’t, he wasn’t that irresponsible.

After everyone was full, practically ready to explode as Scarlett put it, one glance at the clock had Tom insisting it was time for her to go to bed. He claimed to have already been lenient because you were here, but even you could see the way her eyes were drooping as she tried to fight sleep.

“Wan’ Y/N to tuck me in,” she insisted, stomping her foot authoritatively. The man sighed, trying to reason with the demanding toddler so you weren’t forced to do something that might make you uncomfortable, something so motherly.

He sighed. “She might not-“

You interrupted with a grin, stepping forward and crouching to her height. “I’d be happy to,” you confirmed, letting her drag you through the house until you reached her room. Meanwhile Tom started on cleaning up.

Your eyes admired the decorations in the room, your heart expanding three sizes at the pictures of her and Tom scattered around the walls. Some of the pair during holidays over the last few years, lots of pictures with who you could only assume were the other members of Tom’s family, yet none with any sort of mother figure.

When you turned back to the toddler she was holding a small story book out in your direction, flashing you puppy dog eyes as she tried to silently guilt you into reading her a bedtime story.

“Daddy always reads it to me, he does all the funny voices.” You were amused at the idea of Tom putting on all different kinds of cartoony voices to make his daughter laugh. It made your heart flutter to think about how much he loved her and you were happy you got to experience even a tiny bit of that for yourself.

“Well I’m not sure I can do it as well as him, but I’ll try my best.”

Scarlett was just happy to have you there and reading to her, nevermind if you could live up to Tom’s very well practiced story telling.

You hadn’t even finished the book before she was already drifting off, eyes closing and head dropping forward. You closed the book and placed it back on her side, shifting her body so her head was placed in the middle of the pillow comfortably, stuffed toy cuddled in her arms tightly.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” you cooed, kissing her forehead. You checked the blanket was tucked in around her to keep her warm before flicking off her light, exiting the room to help wash up and maybe join Tom for one more late night drink.

You descended the stairs quietly, heading in the direction of the kitchen where you could hear Tom humming to himself as well as dishes clanging together.

You waited by the door frame for a few seconds, just admiring the way his muscles flexed under his shirt as he shuffled around the sink, cleaning and putting away dishes. You didn’t really want to make yourself known, you’d much rather just keep admiring the man.

“I can feel you staring,” he muttered, looking over his shoulder with a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. You stepped into the kitchen until your front was pressed to his back, arms circling his torso. “View was just too good to pass up.”

He chuckled, twisting his body so his hip was resting against the counter and he could pull you into his side. You did so happily, resting your head against him.

“Did she nod off okay?” he asked, hand brushing over your hair affectionately. You hummed. “Like a baby. Think I might have stolen your job as her story teller though.”

He gasped, bringing his hand up to his heart to feign offense, claiming something about betrayal from both of you. You just rolled your eyes at his playfulness, shutting his whining up with a sweet kiss that had him swooning further for you. “S’only fair after you gave away my babysitting gig.” “Touché.”

There were a few moments where you delved into a comfortable silence again, until Tom saw you pick up the now empty wine bottle from the counter in hopes of refilling your glass.

“There’s some more wine in that cupboard over there,” he pointed out. “I’ll finish up here and then join you.”

You grinned, pecking his lips once again before leaving him to finish tidying up. You knew he was watching you walk away, as proved by the teasing whistle he sent your way as you exited the kitchen.

He joined you a little bit later like he’d said he would, taking one of the glasses of wine you’d poured for him with a kiss as a thank you. You sat on either end of the couch, legs intertwining as you made light conversation with one another while nursing your drinks.

“I enjoyed tonight.” Your lips curled into a grin, raising your head to look at Tom across the couch. You nudged your foot against his, sliding it up to rub against his shin affectionately. “Me too. I really like spending time with you, both of you.”

He was happy to hear it. He wouldn’t pretend like he didn’t already know you enjoyed Scarlett’s company, he’d seen it with his own eyes, but hearing it outloud just seemed to solidify its meaning.

You finished off your drink rather quickly, stretching out your limbs with the intent of getting ready to head home. Tom sat by and watched, cradling his drink as his eyes raked over your person. His heart felt like bursting with pure joy and admiration, it was soon but he knew he loved you, he was just waiting for the right time to let you know.

You placed your empty glass on the table, standing up and circling around the couch to press a kiss to Tom’s lips. He tilted his head back on the couch for you, puckering his lips in your direction, not satisfied until he’d got his fill of your kisses.

He had a few protests with your next moves, the way you shuffled away from him, the way you slipped your jacket on and even moved to grab your shoes.

“Well, I should head home,” you said, leaning forward to place a sweet kiss on his lips. He pouted, hands pulling you impossibly closer to his body in an attempt to keep you from leaving. “Stay,” he whispered. It’d be the first time you did something like this, but Tom really didn’t want you to leave, he was feeling extra clingy after acting like a family for the whole night. Maybe he just wanted to keep the illusion going a little bit longer. You hummed quietly, searching his eyes to make sure there was no hesitation in his decision. “Don’t want you to leave.”

You allowed him to take your jacket off again, locking your fingers together so he could lead you upstairs to his room. You had to creep past Scarlett’s room, not wanting to wake the toddler up and have to explain why you were now sharing a bed with her dad.

Getting ready for bed felt like it was already a routine thing. Everything just felt so natural with Tom that you didn’t have to pretend. The two of you pulled funny faces in the mirror while brushing your teeth like you’d done it for years. You worked around each other changing in the bedroom like you did it daily and finally the two of you shared Tom’s bed like two puzzle pieces that were made to fit together.

You were snuggled into his chest when he placed his lips on top of your hair, hand rubbing up and down your back while he mumbled to you quietly.

“Don't want you to ever leave.”

You raised your head so you could see him, eyes raking over his face to try and divulge what he meant. “You mean?” Your words brought a smile to his face, the man leaning down to rest his forehead on yours, the two of you basking in the intimacy of being so close to each other. “Let’s do this for real. Wanna be with you, like a family.”

He’d taken a leap of faith with his words, wearing his heart on his sleeve. He didn’t think you were going to reject him, but he knew asking someone to be a step parent was a very big ask.

“I want that too. I want to be with you and that little girl more than anything.”

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Making your relationship official meant that Tom had to tell Scarlett what was really going on. No more excuses that you were just spending time with them because you wanted to or you were bored, he had to come clean and then Lettie could decide how she feels. This could potentially make or break your relationship.

It was incredibly nerve wracking for you, you had to admit. You knew the girl liked you in a babysitter and friend sense, but you weren’t sure how she’d feel about you dating her dad and potentially becoming her step mum one day, that’s what was causing you the most stress. There was too much opportunity for things to go wrong.

The pair of you sat her down that afternoon and explained as well as one possibly could to a toddler what your relationship was. When you eventually got the words out she was ecstatic, an even better reaction than you were expecting if you were being honest, along with the question that’d been lingering on both of your minds whenever you talked about this.

“Does this mean you’ll be my mummy?” she asked. You felt Tom shoot you a side glance, but you didn’t remove your eyes from the toddler in front of you. You were simply trying to stop your heart from beating out of your chest.

“If Y/N’s comfortable with that, i-it’s okay with me.” You tried to contain your grin at the thought of being more than just a babysitter for the little girl, but apparently your silence was worrying the two Hollands. But when you outstretched your arms you heard the simultaneous sighs of relief.

“I would be honoured.”

From that point on your relationship moved rather fast, and there was no denying that from either of you, but you were confident now that you were going to last. Plus a child in the equation made things much more serious much quicker. If you left you wouldn’t only be breaking Tom’s heart, but the innocent angel his daughter is too. And you could never consciously hurt either of them.

Your next step after making it official to Scarlett was to move in together. You thought it wouldn’t be much different from what you’d been doing in the last months anyway. You already stayed over a lot at each other’s houses, you more than Tom so he didn’t always have to find a babysitter. So you’d pretty much gotten yourselves into a temporary routine that you wanted to make permanent.

You’d argued about who would move in with who numerous times by that point of your relationship. Eventually you won by pointing out how all of Scarlett’s things were in his home and not yours, and therefore it’d be easier for you to move into his house. You were responsible for only yourself and your own things, whereas Tom was responsible for two people. It was very clear to you.

When the day came to start packing your things into boxes it felt extremely weird. You hadn’t lived in your home for too long, so you weren’t necessarily attached, and you were glad you weren’t moving into a complete man cave, but the concept of moving was strange nonetheless. You packed your things by yourself, insisting to your boyfriend that you could do this by yourself while he made some room in various rooms for the stuff you were bringing over.

He’d agreed to help you sell the furniture you didn’t need, as well as helping with selling the house, which wasn’t proving to be such a difficult task considering it was in a nice, family area and was decently sized.

It took around about a day to pack, and you spent that night at Tom’s place considering your bed was now gone. The brunette was more than happy to accommodate you though, wrapping you in his arms where you very quickly fell asleep after the tiring day you’d had, which would be followed by two more of roughly the same.

Just like you’d predicted, the next day was very much like the previous. You were dealing with lots of cardboard boxes, making numerous trips between the two houses with the aim to get all of your stuff out of your current home and into Toms by that night. He wasn’t letting anything get in his way, wanting to be as efficient as possible so this didn’t take longer than it needed to, very much unlike you who had plenty of distractions that could be put down to the energetic toddler who constantly wanted to help.

Tom thankfully helped with a lot of the heavy lifting, and you weren’t complaining, you got to spend most of your day watching his biceps bulge as he lifted weighty boxes between houses.

You weren’t expecting to get it all done in a day, but by the time night rolled around you had most of the bland beige boxes stored in numerous rooms around your boyfriend’s house. And the rest of Scarlett’s clothes finally found their way back into her wardrobe.

You were tired by the time evening rolled around, Tom more than you this time around, but as soon as Scarlett was settled for the night you headed downstairs to survey your hand work rather than heading straight to bed.

“We don’t have to unpack tonight,” he said, holding you close to his chest as the two of you tried to let it sink in that you now lived together. You hummed, pushing back into his chest for the possibility that he’d hold you tighter. He did, placing kisses to your shoulder too that had you melting under him.

“We live together. Can you believe it?” he whispered. You giggled at the excited tone of his voice, seeing as it nearly matched that of Lettie’s when she had something to show you. “We actually live together.”

You turned around in his arms to see that pretty face of his, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks sweetly as he puckered his lips for you. You happily granted him a kiss before speaking. “Just wait until you get sick of me,” you teased. He grinned, brushing his nose against yours affectionately. “Guess I won’t be waiting long.”

And with that he was leaving your grasp to get a head start away from you before the words registered in your head. When they did you scoffed loudly, failing to hide your laughter as you followed him up the stairs with a scolding “Tom!”

Day three of the moving process started out much slower than the others. You and Tom had woken up a little later than usual due to the tiring previous day, and then spent a few hours cuddling with Scarlett when she made her way into the room. It was all rather calm until the topic of breakfast was brought up by the little munchkin, forcing the two tired adults to at least try and perk up enough to cook.

Once everyone was fed and more energized you found that for some reason Scarlett was desperate to help with the unpacking process. A moving process was something completely foreign to her, so she was met with a wave of childlike excitement when she saw you kneeling down to start unpacking some of the boxes. When she offered her help Tom was ready to whisk her away so she wouldn’t cause so many distractions, but she actually deemed to be really helpful.

You didn’t give her anything difficult to do, just asking her to empty some lighter boxes into the newly emptied drawers in Tom’s dresser. About halfway through the door your boyfriend had actually disappeared, leaving you and his daughter to do all the hard work by yourselves until you were too tired to even move.

That’s how he found you. The both of you laid spread out on your his bedroom floor with no willpower to move. He just chuckled, announcing to you both that he was back, where you noticed he’d also brought something with him.

He noted your confusion and flashed you a wink, bending down to your height and running a gentle hand over your hair. “I made my hard workers some brownies while you were unpacking.” He let you both see the plate full of treats that were in his hand, a cheeky smile on his face when he registered the look of shock you were giving him. You had no idea he even knew how to bake, and you were quite offended he’d never brought it up before.

Scarlett seemed to be happy to take some, gaining a burst of energy to nearly tackle him, claiming her dad’s brownies were nearly as good as yours, but yours were still better she’d made sure to confirm.

You had to see for yourself, taking one of the deliciously warm brownies and taking a timid bite. Your eyes were locked with Tom’s up until that moment, because you couldn’t bear to look at the proud smirk decorating his face when you were happily shocked with the taste of the treat.

“Oh wow, who knew you were such a good baker?” you teased, unable to stop yourself from nearly melting into the wonderful brownie he’d presented you with. They may even rival your own.

You saw the blush that coated his cheeks upon being given the compliment, his hand coming up to shyly rub at the back of his heated neck. He stuttered his way through a poor explanation of times where he’d bake with his mum or his granny when he was a teen. But his heart grew 3 sizes at your suggestion of the four of you having to make something when they next saw each other. He might have to make his next visit as soon as possible. He might die upon seeing you in your natural baking element with the most important women in his life.

“I’d really like that. I think they would too.”

“Maybe you should join me at the bakery sometime, put your skills to use, get out of that awful job of yours.” It was true. At first the job wasn’t bad, but after Scarlett everything changed, you were very aware that the job left him with much less time than he’d like to spend with his daughter. But when you came along it grew even more difficult, plus part of him envied seeing you so happy in a job that you loved, especially being your own boss meant your hours were so flexible, something he’d never had the joy of experiencing.

Your sweet moment was interrupted by Scarlett wiggling her way into her dad’s lap. It was no secret she was completely drained, what with the way her eyes drooped while she munched on her brownie, but now it was evident she was ready to go to bed. From your experience in tucking the three year old in, you learned she was very hyperactive and wasn’t one to go down easily, but tonight was a completely different story. She was out like a light as soon as she’d gotten her goodnight kisses from you and Tom.

The two of you headed to your room after that, settling naturally into the night routine you’d developed. You were in the process of brushing your teeth in the attached bathroom when Tom entered, locking eyes with you through the mirror.

“Alone at last,” he said, shooting you a charming smile. You grinned, feeling his arms snake around your waist. “In our home.”

It felt like the buzz of the moment would never wear off. You and Tom lived together now, with his daughter who you treated like your own, the whole thing was so surreal to you. He could sense your excitement, and the both of you were equally as happy right now. Neither of you had ever felt like this in a relationship, nothing had ever fallen so perfectly into place like this. Your smile was uncontainable. “I love how that sounds.”

The two of you basked in the sweet silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the touch of one another as you tried to let the reality of your perfect moment sink in. Tom’s arms felt electric wrapped around you and selfishly you never wanted this moment to end, if you could freeze time you were a thousand percent certain you’d freeze it right now; Forever.

He was the first one to break the silence, pulling you out of your dreamland. “Do you remember when you said that I should maybe come join you in the bakery?” he asked. You nodded recalling the night's previous conversation over those gorgeous brownies you’d have to have him make for you again sometime.

“What if I did?” You weren’t sure he was being serious. You’d assumed he just wanted to entertain the idea to drag out this fantasy-like feeling for a little longer, but the look in his eyes was completely unwavering. “What if I quit my awful job and worked for you? Like a family bakery.”

He was asking a lot of you. Obviously you wouldn’t mind working with him, you loved him to death, however agreeing to this change would mean agreeing to the idea that you and Tom were going to last. Like any other person in a relationship you had your doubts, but it felt right, he felt right and you trusted this wouldn’t fail more than you feared it would. So you took the leap of faith.

“Holland’s bakery, what do you think?” His lips twitched into a grin at the insinuation you thought of yourself as a Holland and it made your boyfriend’s heart swell. Everything was moving fast between you both but now Tom knew you wanted to take that next step and take his last name. Your answer only made him feel more confident. “I think that means I’m going to have to officially make you a Holland at some point.”

He felt your chest shake as you exhaled shakily, but the smile on your face told him you weren’t scared. “I think I’m okay with that.”

»»——⍟——««

[ 2 and a half years later ]

In the next few years your relationship really bloomed, much more than it already had. He ended up quitting the job he hated, to like you suggested, join you in the bakery, finally putting his shockingly good baking skills to use. Having the place be a family business really seemed to boost your popularity with the locals too, and of course your regulars were ecstatic to see the adorable little girl all the time.

Things only got better when you fell pregnant a couple years into your relationship. You found at that point that a lot of expecting mothers, as well as those who wanted to do something nice for pregnant friends or family, started to visit your shop for baby related treats. It only made you more excited to meet your own bundle of joy, all the custom gender reveal cakes and baby shower cupcakes made your heart yearn for your pregnancy to hurry up and Tom was exactly the same way.

However, more recently your pregnancy had been exhausting. Getting out of the first trimester you assumed things would be better, no more morning sickness, but now your back ached from the weight of your growing belly and your feet were sore all the time from all the running around you did in the shop throughout the week.

Due to that Tom had had you stay home for the day, insisting you get some rest and take some time for you. Although you were also watching Scarlett while Tom went to run the bakery by himself, but the young dad had already told her she needed to let you get as much rest as you could.

He’d left you that morning with a sleepy Scarlett wrapped up in the arms of your tired body. Now he’d been away from his favourite people all day long and by the time he walked through the door of your home near to five in the afternoon, he was practically itching to get you both in his arms.

He was more than excited when he heard the pitter patter of tiny feet on the floor. He heard the comforting sound of her voice before he saw the wild head of curls peaking around the corner of the room. The girl announced her presence by shouting for her dad, a tired smile creeping onto Tom’s face after the long day he’d had. Almost six years old meaning she nearly knocked him down running towards him with such a high speed.

“There’s my girl,” he announced, scooping her up into his arms. She tucked her head into his neck comfortably, happy to be sitting on her dad’s hip after not seeing him all day. You only knew Tom was home after watching Lettie race out of bed the second she heard what she thought were his keys in the front door.

Only when you’d heard her yell did she confirm your love was home though, and only then did you make your way out of bed and downstairs. He watched you enter the room and his heart melted at the sight of your belly like it does everytime he sees it. Safe to say he loved you pregnant, it was a good look on you.

You sent a smile their way, making your way over to the pair and Tom was glad you’d made your way downstairs. “And there’s my other girl.”

He held an arm out for you, welcoming you into the side of his chest that wasn’t occupied by your little girl. He kissed you gently, letting his hand rest on the back of your head lovingly, his fingers lacing through your hair to gently trace over your scalp.

“Feeling any better?” he asked. You hummed, eyes fixed on the content Scarlett in his arms. “I’m okay, spent most of the day in bed so my back feels better.”

He was glad to hear that you felt better than you did the night before, at one point he was worried he was going to have to put you on bed rest for numerous days with the way you were talking about the ache.

Seeing that the two adults were going to delve into conversation Scarlett tried to wriggle out of her dad’s arms, letting out a content sigh when she was back on her feet, scurrying away to the living room to put some of her cartoons on. The two of you shared a look at her actions and rolled your eyes. However Tom took this as his chance to kiss you properly no that there were now prying eyes or children that would fake a gag at the sight.

“I brought you something,” he whispered. He kept his voice quiet so the little girl in the next room wouldn’t hear him. Of course you always brought little treats from the bakery home for her, but today Tom wanted these to especially be for the two of you.

He pulled the box out from his bag and lifted the lid to show you the array of baby coloured sugar cookies, one of the many ideas you’d had for how to find out your baby’s gender.

“Are these-“ you were cut off by your own uncontrollable grin, feeling tears spring to your eyes after your emotions were heightened by your pregnancy. “Gender reveal cookies,” he confirmed.

The pair of you had talked about how you wanted to do it for weeks, and this was only one example of what you could do. You hadn’t been able to convince Tom that a simple cake would do the trick, so you were very much still in the process of deciding.

But you had to admit the cookies were adorable and looked absolutely delicious, so much so you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching in for a baby blue one to give them a taste test. He assumed they were good when you nearly moaned after your first bite, rapidly nodding your head to confirm you wanted these and not any of your other options.

You wiped your lips with the back of your hand and motioned for him to try one, which he did with much enthusiasm. You watched eagle eyed as he took the first bite out of the pastel pink cookie, his eyebrows raising in surprise, hopefully good surprise.

“So, what do you think?” you asked. He could hear the excitement in your voice and he was glad you both were finally able to agree on the small detail. He didn’t answer verbally, instead pulled you in by your hips, being mindful of your belly of course, and pressed his sugary lips onto your soft cheeks.

“Tom stop, there’s sugar all over your lips,” you whined, hating the sticky feeling that was left on the skin moments after he’d pressed his lips there. He didn’t listen to your pleas though, continuing to kiss your skin wherever he could reach, pulling loud giggles out of you that apparently alerted the child in the next room. She wandered over to where you were standing with a mildly furrowed brow, finally managing to stop Tom’s actions.

“What are you doing?” she mumbled. Tom grinned and you saw the little devious twinkle in his eye that told you she was going to be his next victim. “The sugar cookie monster was getting mummy,” he explained simply with a shrug. She looked over at you and you played along, raising your shoulders as you attempted to wipe the sugar from your skin.

Scarlett didn’t have time to even process her confusion before Tom was scooping her up and leaving sticky kisses all over her face. She squealed loudly, trying to contain her contagious laughter to breathlessly ask you for help, but you were feeling too much joy watching them interact. “And you’re next.”

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