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Summary: With the news of your pregnancy, Nick vows to leave the life behind in order to keep his growing family safe. [WC 991] [Ao3]
Warnings: fluff, mob au, pregnancy
Request: @saiyanprincessswanie I have a request for a fanfic of Mob!Nick Fowler x reader where they find out they’re having a baby and he becomes more protective of her. Possibly thinks of leaving the mob for good.
The test is still sitting on the bathroom counter when he finds it. Two pink lines. Bright. Unmistakable. Nick doesn’t touch it at first. He just… stands there in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the frame, like the room got too small for him all at once. Like something inside him—something dangerous and controlled and carefully locked down—just cracked open.
“Nick?” Your voice is soft from the bedroom, uncertain. You’ve been waiting. Listening for his reaction.
That’s what pulls him out of it. He exhales slowly, runs a hand over his mouth, and finally steps forward. Picks the test up. Looks at it closer this time, like maybe it’ll change if he stares hard enough. It doesn’t. He lets out a quiet, almost disbelieving huff of a laugh. “…We’re having a baby.” It’s not a question.
When he walks back into the bedroom, you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, hands clenched in your shirt, eyes searching his face like you’re bracing for something—fear, anger, doubt.
Nick sees it immediately. And it guts him. “Hey,” he says, softer than you’ve ever heard him. “Hey, none of that.” He crosses the room in a few strides and crouches in front of you, big hands coming up to hold your face, grounding you. “Look at me.”
You do.
“I’m not mad,” he says firmly. “I’m not… running, or whatever the hell you think.” His thumb brushes under your eye. “You kidding me? That’s—” he shakes his head, almost smiling, overwhelmed. “That’s mine. That’s ours.”
Your breath stutters. “You’re… happy?”
Nick lets out a low laugh, something rough and real. “Terrified,” he admits. “But yeah. Yeah, I’m happy.” He presses his forehead to yours, closing his eyes for a second like he needs to steady himself. Then his hand slides down, slow, almost reverent, to rest against your stomach. Something shifts in him right there.
You feel it.
Nick has always been protective—dangerous men are, it comes with the territory—but this is different. This is deeper. Quieter. Colder. More final. “You’re not going out alone anymore,” he mutters, already thinking ahead. “No more late nights. No more—hell, I’m getting someone with you when I can’t be there.”
“Nick—”
“No,” he cuts in, but his voice isn’t harsh. It’s firm. Unmovable. “You don’t get it. This isn’t just you now.” His hand presses a little more firmly over your stomach, like he’s shielding something already. “This is everything.”
—
The change is immediate. It’s in the way he walks—closer to you, always between you and the door, the street, anyone who looks twice. It’s in how his hand never really leaves you anymore, always resting at your back or your hip or low on your stomach like he needs constant reassurance you’re still there.
Alive. Safe.
His guys notice. They see the way Nick’s temper shortens, the way he doesn’t tolerate mistakes anymore. The way one wrong move gets you a look that could end careers… or lives.
“Boss has something to lose now,” someone mutters one night. They’re right. And that makes him more dangerous than ever.
—
But at home? He’s different. Softer in ways he doesn’t let anyone else see.
You wake up one night to find him sitting beside you, lamp on, just… watching you. “Nick?” you mumble.
He startles slightly, like he didn’t expect to be caught. “Go back to sleep,” he says quietly.
You push yourself up on your elbows, squinting at him. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
He hesitates. Then his hand comes to your stomach again, gentle. “Just making sure,” he says.
“Of what?”
His jaw tightens slightly. “That you’re still here in the morning.”
The words hang heavy between you. You sit up fully now, reaching for him. “Nick…”
He exhales, shaking his head like he said too much. “I’ve buried people for less than what I do every day,” he mutters. “I’ve made enemies that don’t forget. And now—” his hand spreads over you again, protective, possessive in the quietest way. “Now I got you. And a kid on the way.”
You take his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. “We’re not going anywhere,” you whisper.
His eyes search yours like he wants to believe that. Like he doesn’t. “…I might leave it,” he says suddenly.
You blink. “Leave… what?”
“All of it.” His voice is low, serious. “The business. The jobs. The whole damn thing.”
That does shock you. Nick doesn’t walk away from things. Nick is the thing people don’t walk away from. “Nick… you built this.”
“I know.”
“And you’d just—what? Walk away?”
His gaze drops back to your stomach. “For them?” he says quietly. “Yeah.” There’s no hesitation. No doubt. Just that same terrifying certainty he brings to everything—except now it’s pointed in a different direction.
Not violence.
Not power.
You.
Your future.
Your child.
“I don’t need the money,” he continues. “Don’t need the reputation. All that does is paint a target on your back.” His jaw tightens. “I’m not raising my kid in that.”
You swallow hard. “You really mean that.”
He looks at you like it’s obvious. “I’d burn the whole thing down if it meant you were safe.”
Your breath catches at that—at the intensity, the promise, the quiet threat underneath it.
And then he softens again, just for you. His thumb brushes your cheek. “You’re not losing me,” he says. “You’re gaining a version of me nobody else gets.”
You lean into him, heart full and aching all at once. “Good,” you whisper. “Because they don’t deserve you.”
He huffs softly at that, pulling you into his chest, one arm wrapped tight around you, the other still resting protectively over your stomach. “Yeah,” he murmurs against your hair. “Only you do.” And for the first time in a long time, Nick Fowler starts planning a future that doesn’t involve blood.
Summary: you deny being sick, yet Crowley can see right through you. [WC 327] [AO3]
Warnings: Sick!Reader, caring crowley, fluff
You’d been feeling off all day—aches, chills, the kind of weariness that not even the strongest cup of coffee could fix. Crowley had noticed the way you’d slumped against the doorway, your skin flushed, your hands trembling slightly as you reached for your mug.
“Really, love,” he said, voice unusually soft, “you look like you’ve been dragged through a den of Hell and back.”
“I’m fine,” you mumbled, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.
Crowley didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, tilting your chin gently up with one finger, his touch light but deliberate. His other hand hovered over your forehead, hesitating for the briefest moment—as if savoring the contact—before pressing it softly against your skin.
“You’re burning,” he murmured, almost to himself, and the corners of his lips tugged into a smile that was more tender than teasing. “Not quite deathly, but enough for a king to be concerned.”
You tried to protest, but the warmth of his hand, the slow, careful pressure as he lingered, made your words fizzle into a sigh. Crowley’s thumb traced an absent-minded circle along your temple, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you.
“You know,” he said softly, almost shyly, “if you wanted attention, you could’ve just asked. You didn’t have to nearly melt my heart by looking so… fragile.”
You chuckled weakly, leaning into his touch despite yourself. “I don’t usually get checked for fever by… kings.”
“And yet here I am,” Crowley whispered, voice low and intimate, “because I care. Because I can’t—won’t—let you suffer alone.”
His hand lingered, brushing against your temple and hairline, his touch a promise more than a mere check for illness. You closed your eyes, letting yourself melt into the warmth of him, feeling more protected, more cherished than you could have ever imagined—even from the King of Hell himself.
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Send me the reason why you followed me. Send me a fact about you. Send me your favorite animal. Idc! Just talk to me! What was your favorite fic i wrote? Why are yall so afraid to talk to me? How is your day/night going? what do you do for a job?
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make sure to include the pairing(s) you are wanting these questions to be answered for . these should work for poly ships as well as monogamous . feel free to edit these as you see fit .
💕 How did they both realize “oh wait, this is actually love”?
🌹 Who fell harder & who fell first?
🫂 What’s their favorite way to hold each other when words aren’t enough?
🔥 What’s the pettiest thing they’ve ever argued about?
💋 Who says “I love you” first & how?
🌙 Who’s the little spoon & who pretends they hate it but secretly loves it?
💍 Would they ever get married? What would the proposal look like?
🧸 Who still has the very first gift the other ever gave them?
😈 Who is more likely to start chaos “for the vine” & who films it?
🎶 What’s their song - the one that makes them both tear up / grin like idiots?
☕ Who’s the morning person & how do they lure the night owl out of bed?
🛡️ Who jumps in front of danger for the other without thinking?
😳 What’s the most embarrassing thing they’ve walked in on the other doing?
💔 What’s the one fight that almost ended them?
🩹 How do they comfort each other after nightmares?
👀 Who gets jealous more easily & how obvious are they about it?
🍳 Who cooks & who sets off the smoke alarm trying to help?
🧳 If they had to run away together tomorrow, where would they go?
😏 Who is bolder in public (hand-holding, kisses, etc.)?
🌧️ Who steals whose hoodies when it rains?
🎂 How do they celebrate each other’s birthdays?
🖤 What’s the darkest “we’ll never tell anyone” thing they’ve done together?
💌 Who leaves little love notes & where do they hide them?
🛌 Who hogs the blanket & who ends up freezing dramatically?
😴 Who falls asleep first & who watches them with heart-eyes?
🚪 Who’s more likely to say “we’re not leaving this room today”?
🌸 What nickname do they have for each other that would mortify them if others heard?
🎤 Who sings in the shower & who secretly records it for blackmail?
💞 How do they act when one of them is sick?
🩸 Who would literally kill for the other & who would help hide the body?
🌅 Do they go on sunrise / stargazing dates? Which one do they love more?
😤 Who apologizes first after a fight, even if they weren’t wrong?
🧩 What tiny habit of the other do they find unbearably adorable?
🎪 Who plans elaborate surprise dates & who just wants to stay in?
👑 In their relationship, who’s the king / queen & who’s the knight / advisor?
🌪️ What’s the most chaotic thing they’ve done together on pure impulse?
💤 Who has the weirdest sleep-talking lines that the other quotes constantly?
🧡 What color reminds each of them of the other?
🕰️ If they could go back in time, what moment would they relive together?
😶 Who’s terrified of saying “meet my parents” & why?
🍷 Who gets tipsy first & starts spilling embarrassing love confessions?
🌿 Do they want kids/pets/plants together? What do they name them?
🪞 Who takes longer getting ready & who hypes the other up in the mirror?
💥 What’s the biggest risk one of them took for the other that the partner didn’t find out about until much later?
🧣 Who steals the other’s scarf / gloves “on accident” every winter?
🌌 What’s their “we made it through hell” memory they’ll tell their grandkids?
😘 Who kisses the other first thing in the morning, morning breath & all?
🩰 Slow dancing in the kitchen at 3 a.m. - who starts it?
⚓ If one of them had to leave forever, what would they leave behind for the other?
💫 Ten years from now, what random Tuesday are they spending together?
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my doctor prescribed me Zepbound last week. I take my second dosage tomorrow. havent had any major side effects... except the food noise is SILENT.'
i havent been thinking about food at ALL this week. it's so strange, considering im always snacking or eating food. but i've had ENOUGH of being fat and not being able to walk around my street.
i want to be fit, and I want to be able to breathe, I dont want to be in pain anymore. I'm able to sit and stand for long periods of time, i've noticed. I don't want to buy shoes every other month because my feet and weight are flattening my insoles so quickly.
Starting this journey, i am currently 232.2 pounds. (as of October 17, 2024.)
I took my first dose this past Thursday and the appetite suppression was immediate for the first two or so days. The “food noise” in my head is GONE. I’ve had a couple headaches and some gas/burps/acid reflux.
I don’t see any changes yet (not surprising, honestly.)
Precovid I weighed 165 pounds. But a LOT of traumatic and emotional things have happened to me around 2018-2019 and I gained ALOT of weight up until this year.
I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been. I’m a severely emotional eater and my hubs knows this. But almost within the hour of me taking my first dose, the food noise in my brain stopped. I don’t travel to my kitchen for snacks every half hour. I don’t find myself thinking of food nearly as often as I did this time last week.
Besides the acid reflux and constipation, I don’t have major symptoms yet.
Pre Covid I weighed around 165. I’m now 245. I’ve gained almost 100 pounds from 2019 to now. I know the weight isn’t as severe as a lot of other folks on here. But I was a SMALL child/teen/young adult. Before 2018, my heaviest was 140.
Idk what I’m rambling about. Just nervous for my second shot tomorrow.
currently a hiatus. off from work until the 21st when summer school starts for the students & then i work every other week.
i've been wanting to return to tumblr but this place distresses me so bad. nobody talks, nobody interacts. so im just most likely not returning from hiatus. i have posst that shwo where y'all can find me.
my mental health has been up and down for several months and im just over it.
i have absolutely no desire to return to this hellhole, or writing as of this current moment.
