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— Dorothy Bussy (neé Strachey), from Olivia.
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i am a sucker for the typical stoic fictional man who is actually so soft for his s/o. who buries his nose into the crook of your neck and wraps his arms around your waist whenever he can. maybe he’s not always good with his words, but for you? god. he literally hands you his heart on a silver platter
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Sharon Olds, from “Pansy Coda”, One Secret Thing: Poems
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it worked!
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Christian Dior Resort 2023
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Charlotte Brontë  — Jane Eyre
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Sith with hats.
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Jane Austen really said ‘I respect the “I can fix him” movement but that’s just not me. He’ll fix himself if knows what’s good for him’ and that’s why her works are still calling the shots today.
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bitches be like “he’s the love of my life” and he’s fictional
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― Margaret Atwood, You are Happy
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from now on i only care about kristen stewart fending off ghosts
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Hi, Z! Yay I got the requests open! Can I ask for Charlie, reader and Henry having fun for Halloween and Charlie just being happy lol just a domestic bliss ✨✨
Sending love ✨
A/N: Thank you so much for sending in this request! I hope you enjoy this ficlet, and are having a very happy spooky season!
1.2k, no warnings just fluff :)
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Autumn in New York, what a time. The summer heat wanes as the sunshine is obscured by clouds, bright beams of light no longer bouncing between skyscrapers. Temperatures are dropping, and it’s putting everyone in a good mood. People in New York City weren’t nice exactly, but there’s a kindness there that comes out a little more as the city that you and Charlie love cools down. Your neighborhood just outside the hustle and bustle of the city is already beginning to decorate for Halloween, though the holiday is still a few weeks away.
Shop windows have those sticky clings in the shapes of ghosts and bats, the lamp posts have black and orange sparkly garland wrapped up the poles, and there were pumpkins on just about every front porch. Some houses went hard with the decorations, and others kept it simple, but your own yard was pitifully void of any holiday cheer. Charlie was determined to fix that today, the two of you waiting outside Henry’s school, eager to surprise the middle schooler with a trip to the pumpkin patch.
Charlie’s got the car running, the both of you leaning against the side that faces the building. When the bells toll and the students come rushing out of the building, it isn’t long before Henry spots his parents and with a great toothy smile, runs towards you with arms wide open.
“Hi!” He wraps those arms in a hug around your waist, squeezing you tight before hugging Charlie in greeting too. “How come you’re both here?”
“Hop in the car and I’ll tell you all about it.” Charlie ruffles Henry’s hair, and the boy happily tosses his backpack into the back seat as he climbs in. He must have had a good day at school, you think with relief.
“Where are we going?” Henry asks as Charlie pulls the car out of the carpool lane and onto the main road, making a beeline for the highway.
“You know how Halloween is right around the corner?” You look over your shoulder from the passenger seat, and try to keep your tone light and aloof so as to not give yourself away entirely, “Well, your father and I thought it was about time we got into the spirit, isn’t that right?”
“We need your help real bad Henry, you’re the only one who can find us the best pumpkins to carve.” Charlie nods, his eyes flicking up to the rearview mirror to gauge his son’s reaction.
“No way!” The kid gasps in delight, his hands fist-bumping the air as he practically shouts with excitement, “How many do we get to take home? I want to get a huge one!”
You and Charlie exchange a soft glance, knowing that if it were up to their son, every available space in the car would be filled to the brim with gourds.
“You can get as many as you’d like -- with the rule that you have to be able to carry them back to the car.” Charlie says sternly, and it’s good that he made the rule and not you, because Henry knows that you’re a little more lenient than his dad is. If Charlie says it, then that’s that.
The ride to the pumpkin patch isn’t very long once they get out of the city. The packed streets give way to few and far in between travelers as you drive further and further upstate. Soon the GPS beeps that the destination has been reached, and Henry has his face pressed to the glass, one of his favorite traditions within reach.
Once Charlie parks the car, Henry is practically bolting out of his seat, racing over to the little stand where there’s a teenage girl happily handing out pamphlets for what is where. Henry grabs a couple and brings them back to the car, brandishing them brightly.
“Oh how darling, honey look,” You say to Charlie as you regard the pamphlet, “There’s a barn and everything.”
“I think there might be some baby cows for us to visit, if you’d like.” Charlie nods, a warm smile on his face as he puts his arm around you.
“Do we get to pet them?” Henry asks with wide eyes, and you nod, making him grow even more excited.
“You have to be gentle though, they’re brand new after all.” You tell him, wanting very much to see the baby cows for yourself.
Charlie leads the way, he’s been here before and you haven’t, so he tells Henry to start picking out his pumpkins while he gives you a tour. The pumpkin patch isn’t so big that you would lose sight of Henry, as long as he didn’t cross the street and go into the fields of corn. Henry’s old enough to know not to do that though, so you and Charlie duck into the little barn where there are three newborn cows in pens, who seem quite interested in eating your jacket sleeve.
“He seems happy.” Charlie says softly, not talking about the cow.
“Good, I hoped so.” You reply, “Are you?”
“Yes, very.” He gives you one of his winning smiles, pulling you away from the pen and into his arms for a brief hug, simply wanting to hold you in the way he sometimes does. “And when we get home we’ll carve them and have the best lookin’ house on the block.”
“You bet.” You loop your arms around his shoulders and lean in for a small peck to his lips, a chaste little smooch.
“And next weekend we’ll go apple picking, and you’ll make that famous cider I’ve heard so much about.” Charlie’s hands start to wander south, those broad palms grabbing at your ass in a way that has you giggling and squirming away from his hold.
“Oh is that so?” You push some of your hair back, raising a challenging eyebrow at your husband.
“Mmhmm,” Charlie chases you out of the barn and manages to catch you ‘round the waist, picking you up and making you laugh out loud, uncaring of the fact that there are a dozen other families at the farm. Charlie kisses all across your neck and cheeks before holding you still and promising hotly in your ear, “And the weekend after that Henry will sleep over at his friend’s house and go trick or treating, and I’ll take you all over the house.”
“Hands to yourself, we’re in public you menace.” Finally able to push him away with a great big grin, you shake your head at him and bite your lips, “Don’t you have a pumpkin to pick?”
Charlie licks across his teeth as he too smiles wide, those dimples of his appearing nice and deep for you. Henry is calling you both from the other side of the pumpkin patch, claiming he’s found the good ones -- which likely mean huge and heavy ones -- and you only give your husband a look.
Taking your hand in his, Charlie doesn’t let go of you as you trek across the muddy dirt patches, the both of you glad you wore hiking boots. And maybe, the car gets completely filled with pumpkins anyway, and maybe, you help Henry carry his extra large pumpkin back to the house, and maybe you all throw seeds at one another in the living room even though you just mopped the floors -- but that’s okay. It’s all part of the charm of Autumn in New York.
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Tagging some Charlie lovin' friends!
@mochabucky @sacklerscumrag @artsymaddie @direnightshade @reyloaddict55 @kylorenswhxre @sunflowersinthesnow @safarigirlsp @steeevienicks @chapterhappygirl @schopenhauerdeathsquad @angel-bxby3 @2000andwhat @raddo1975 @cornmousequeen @metsienmenninkainen @caillea @painttheskylineforme @holding-on-to-starwars @icarusinthesea @princessflip @sweetlyours @mrs-gucci @bucky-j-barnes @beachwoodmonet @darkhairedmenrule @eagerforhoney @einmal-im-traum @justlenastuff @ohsolonelyghosts @depressedkyloren @emi11ie
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Can we have something about having to chase the boy of choice out of the kitchen because if he distracts you, the cake you're baking will get ruined?
Hello my kind friend! Of course!! I've chosen Charlie for this particular headcanon, I hope you enjoy :)
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Charlie is, by and large, a wonderful husband.
Through therapy on his own, and couples therapy that he asked you to accompany him to, just for a space to learn more about communication and new ways to be open with one another, he's learned a lot from his first marriage.
He doesn't want this one to fail like the first one did.
But that means that he likes to spend a lot of quality time with you, and while you absolutely love spending time with him, there are some occasions in which you need to be left alone.
Occasions like his birthday, when you have to try and be sneaky to get his gifts and party all set up. Sure he could just be involved in the planning and decorating -- but that wasn't any fun!
Something that is especially difficult about Charlie, is that he's got an impeccable nose, and can smell the wafting scent of baked goods down the damn block.
He's a painfully meticulous man in so many ways, but in many other ways, he's decidedly simple; like his birthday cake flavor of choice, box mix funfetti.
And because he's been having a funfetti cake every year since he can remember, he knows what that smells like when it's almost ready to be pulled out of the oven.
Charlie will stick his big nose into your business while you're trying to turn it out of its tins, hoping that a small piece might break off and he can snatch it as a little pre-cake snack before the party.
When you're frosting the damn thing, he'll stick his fingers in the big bowl of buttercream, and you have to literally chase him out of the kitchen with a playfully threatening wooden spoon, otherwise there won't be any frosting left for the cake itself!
He'll catch you and scoop you off your feet, making the two of you laugh and laugh as he boasts that as the birthday boy he gets three wishes, before planting a kiss to your face three times in a row, and setting you back down.
It's a dance that you've done so many times with Charlie, with this man who is just so grateful for you -- grateful for the way you stick by him, work with him, love him and support him -- that you now come to expect the way he leans against the wall watching you work, a smile on his face, and frosting on his lips.
Tagging some Charlie loving friends!
@mochabucky @sacklerscumrag @artsymaddie @direnightshade @reyloaddict55 @kylorenswhxre @sunflowersinthesnow @safarigirlsp @steeevienicks @chapterhappygirl @schopenhauerdeathsquad @angel-bxby3 @2000andwhat @raddo1975 @cornmousequeen @metsienmenninkainen @caillea @painttheskylineforme @holding-on-to-starwars @canikeepitonplease @icarusinthesea @princessflip @sweetlyours @mrs-gucci @bucky-j-barnes @beachwoodmonet @darkhairedmenrule @einmal-im-traum @justlenastuff @ohsolonelyghosts @depressedkyloren @emi11ie @durangoninetyfive
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Relationship goals.
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this blog may contain sensitive content (its me im sensitive)
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