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I don't normally post stuff like this but...

y'all...

IMAGINE CELINE SINGING THIS ABOUT RUMI'S MOM (Ryu Mi-yeong)

The bad person is the Hunter training in Celine and the good side is her LOVE FOR RYU

ALso "Immaculate conception" WHAT if Ryu was like, "Yo demon, give me a baby to have with my wifey" and it costed her life

AND THE END of the song

"Oh, the only thing I know is that I want to go to her now."

Why can i picture Celine collapsing in front of Ryu's grave.

Listen I know Celine's parenting SUCKS but also just think about how much Rumi resembled Ryu, Celine didn't want to be reminded about who the damn baby daddy is.

And there is just sooooo much to unpack. Yes I know this had plot holes but still.

Just... AAAAAAHHHH!

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K-POP DEMON HUNTERS MASTERLIST

Last Updated: July 11, 2025

RUMI

N/A

MIRA

N/A

ZOEY

N/A

HUNTR/X (POLYTR/X)

N/A

Preferences (Multi-characters)

How would Huntrix react to you having tattoos?

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Show & Tell Masterlist: K-Pop Demon Hunters

Last Updated: July 11, 2025

Please note, the show & tell masterlists have warnings/spoilers as to offer a safer reading experience.

RUMI

N/A

MIRA

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ZOEY

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HUNTR/X (POLYTR/X)

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PREFERENCES (MULTI-CHARACTERS)

How would Huntrix react to you having tattoos? - Slightly suggestive, Rumi having low self-esteem, fluff ending

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How would Huntrix react to you having tattoos?

A/N: I wasn't descriptive with the tattoos, it's implied they're on your arm though. Masc!R slightly implied, if you squint. And I was going to do Bodyguard!R but I tried to make it so you can decide backstory.

I've also done the girls separately then as a poly.

Rumi is… conflicted to say the least.

She was born with markings she had to hide, marks she didn't want. And there you were.

Your body, a canvas. Your marks, your choice.

It was almost enough to make Rumi envious of you, maybe part of her was a first.

And at first, you thought she hated you for hiding the fact that you had tattoos. The behavior of an Idol was ingrained into her very core, so anything that wouldn’t be okay for an Idol wasn’t okay with her.

Then you noticed her staring a little longer.

Lingering, but not out of judgment. Something you dared to call intrigue, fascination even.

And then one day, while Zoey and Mira were out shopping or doing whatever, you and Rumi sat in the kitchen. You were making some rice cakes in a tank top, Rumi watching from the island in the middle of the kitchen.

Suddenly asking, “Did they hurt?”

You looked over your shoulder, only saying, “Depends on where.” Guessing she was talking about you tattoos.

Now, Rumi was a tattoo virgin (to no one’s surprise), so what she learned about tattoos was typically through social media. Which wasn’t very educational.

And thanks to you, now Zoey, who had been obsessing over tattoos as her new hyper-fixation the last few days.

“So what? The arm hurts more than the leg? That’s it?” You chuckled at her questions.

“In extremely simplified terms, yes. The arm is the least painful spot, actually. But whether you get it here,” You pointed to your forearm, “Or here,” You raise your arm, flexing your bicep to point out your triceps. “Can make the difference for some wimps.”

“Oh.” Was all Rumi said as she admired the tattoo and the muscles it adorned. All while you go back to making tteok.

Once they defeated Gwi-Ma, and you two got romantically involved, through more than a small effort on Zoey’s and Mira’s part, when you cuddled, you two often traced over each other's marks/tattoos.

You smirked when her marks lit up under your touch, part of you wishing your own tattoos did that. Rumi blushed when you told her this little fact, and also mentioned how adorable she is.

Although Rumi easily got back at you when she found out a little bit of your tattoos were layered over some ticklish spots for you. Robbing you of the high ground you had to tease her with.

One night, when kissing the marks on her shoulders as you spooned her, you asked, “Ever thought about getting some ink?”

She mumbled tiredly, “We have ink, it’s in the study we never use.”

Rolling your eyes, you said, “You little dork.” Kissing her neck as you try to rouse her a little, now genuinely curious. “I mean, would you ever consider getting a tattoo?”

Not hearing a response from her, you just assume she fell asleep, but a moment later she says, “I don’t know. I’m still getting used to my marks. Maybe- Nevermind, let’s just get some sleep.”

You turned her on her back, straddling her waist. “No, tell me. You’re not going to leave me on a cliffhanger.”

Rumi gave you a soft glare, trying to turn away as she blushed, “It’s not that important.”

You just blinked at her, saying, “It is to me.” As if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Oh my god, I want to marry you.

Was the only thought in Rumi’s head as she looked at you like a deer in headlights. She shook her head, her tiredness getting to her.

“Come on, tell me… pleeeeeease?” You gave a crooked smile and tilted your head ever so slightly. Taking notes from Derpy’s book and turning the charm up to 10 as Rumi when silent.

Rumi felt her blush deepen on her cheeks as it also went to her ears.

“Fine.” She mumbled, just wanting to get you off of her, but you didn’t move.

So she huffed, mumbling, “If I ever get a tattoo, I want us to have a matching thing or something. Happy?”

Now it’s your turn to be a deer in headlights, blushing much like Rumi, but it spreads to your neck instead.

Rumi, looking at you confused, “What? Do you not want that?” Asking nervously.

“Um…” You tried to gather your words, but your mouth moved while your voice stayed caught in your throat. “I…”

Rumi’s nervousness and avoidant eye contact brought you back to reality. Straddling her so both of you could think, you lay back down mumbling, “I’d like that. A lot, actually.”

Rumi turned over in surprise, “Really?” You nodded, feeling your blush fade, but it was still there.

Without hesitation, she kissed you passionately. One thing was for certain: neither of you was going to sleep for a little while.

-----

Mira and Zoey were coming from the bathhouse, umbrella in hand, as you had made a few grocery stops, meeting them in the lift. An unlikely downpour actually happened based on the weather reports.

In the elevator up with them to the penthouse, you shrugged off your jacket, planning to carry it in your arms as it was soaked from the rain, as was your undershirt, not being able to protect yourself from the rain with an armful of groceries. Your shirt was sticking to your muscles.

Now having Mira’s and Zoey’s full attention, you stood in a bad mood, waiting to reach the penthouse and get a clean change of clothes, forgetting they’d never seen your tattoos before.

When Mira first met you, you were quite attractive to her. Well-built, defined muscles from the training and workouts you did.

At least from what little she could see, with a nice suit adorning your body. A 10 out of 10 for her, if you will.

And then she found out you had tattoos.

Originally, you thought you were seeing things when popcorn was coming out of Mira’s eyes, and downright hallucinating when you saw the blush that accompanied her features.

Then Zoey got a bowl out of thin air, collecting some as she watched and admired you as well.

All you could do was say, “Um…” Then the lift door opened, you stepped out, and got into the penthouse first.

Seeing Rumi on the couch, you asked her, hoping for a voice of reason, “What’s happening right now?”

Mira and Zoey are still following you in their own trance. The only reply you got was stunned silence.

Leaving the groceries on the counter, turning to go into your room, you ignored the trio, thinking you were dreaming or something.

Mira, being the most alternative out of the three, you were surprised to feel her analytic gaze the most, as if committing every ink line to memory when available to her. If you hadn’t known any better, you’d guess it was more judgmental than anything.

You found out why when you had seen her leave her fashion sketches on the coffee table, blushing when you saw a figure you could only describe as well… you, in clothes that complemented your tattoos, some even following the lines of your skin onto the fabric as some sort of illusion.

Leaving the sketches untouched, you couldn’t stop thinking about them.

You suppose it was a silent compliment in a way, she had found them beautiful enough to sketch the details of them. Having to stop yourself from blushing on occasion.

No, Mira couldn’t be into you. She was just appreciating art as an artist herself.

Each time you saw her, you thought back to the sketches, until… wait… remembering the handful of sketches she had sprawled out, almost comparing them, why did all of them show off your abs…?

Mira had also made a point on all of the shopping trips they made, you’d carry basically all of the bags. You didn’t mind as you normally did this anyway, but you found it odd how insistent they were about it when you were wearing a tight-fitting long-sleeved shirt.

Rumi just rolled her eyes a little when she caught on to Mira's plan while Zoey didn’t complain one bit as she also reaped the rewards of this.

Most of the time when you weren’t paying attention, Mira was also taking pictures… quite a few pictures, actually. Mira just kept telling herself, it’s for an art study piece for tattoos.

Yeah, that’s what it was, and it’s what she’d tell herself and Zoey or Rumi if they ever questioned her about it.

The photos were just references for her sketches and fashion designs later. That’s all.

And then Zoey caught a glimpse of Mira sketching you sleeping during movie night when your tattoos weren’t even visible.

“Just admit it, Mira. You think Y/n is h-o-t.” Zoey smiled wickedly after she spelled out hot, thinking she had caught Mira. Finally.

Mira, not missing a beat, says, “Sorry, I want to draw a different body type that isn’t 90% legs and not a pencil-thin waist.” With a hint of sarcasm in her voice, with a small smirk.

Zoey threw her head back, groaning silently, focusing back on the movie.

Mumbling, “So close.”

Mira’s smirk dropped, glancing over to you, not moving her head so it wasn’t obvious for Zoey. Looking at you, taking in every detail.

Maybe you were attractive… okay, fine, you are very attractive.

Over the next few days, Mira… oh god, she’s hopeless.

Her idea of flirting is stopping a moment of her sketching and saying, “Your tattoo on your arm is very asymmetrical.”

“The designs are clean and cohesive.”

“Did you purposefully make it so your tattoo moves like that when you flex?”

When all your responses were “ums” and brief answers, Mira was starting to think you weren’t interested. If it weren’t for Zoey’s and Rumi’s face-palming, she wouldn’t have guessed otherwise.

Because of this, Mira, not willingly, now has the help of Zoey and Rumi.

Eventually, Mira and you started hanging out without the other girls, sharing tastes and style. Even showing Mira any future work you have planned for your body.

One night, you lay on Mira’s bed, your shirt off as Mira straddled your waist. Scrolling your phone as you feel Mira continue to draw on your back with a tattoo pen.

“Stop moving.” Mira chastises you a little as she goes over a particularly ticklish area under your ribs near your spine, making you hold in a giggle, making it seem like you were shivering. “It’s just a pen.”

“It’s… ti-tickling… m-me.” You tried to stop the laugh from bubbling up, but failed, Mira pulling the marker away from your back just in time.

“Big baby.” You could hear her smirk in her teasing words.

You just huffed, “Are you almost done anyway?”

“If you stopped moving, I would have been done hours ago.” You looked over your shoulder, giving her a playful glare.

“You’ve only been drawing on me for two hours.” You mumbled, looking at the time as you felt the marker on your back again.

“That’s besides the point.” Mira almost mumbled, speaking softly. You smiled, sighing as you felt her go for another minute or two before hearing her cap the pen. “And done.”

You got up, turning to see the temporary tattoo in the full-length mirror. Line-work for a traditional Japanese dragon was laid out on your back, “Damn. Are you sure you weren’t a tattoo artist in a past life?”

“Glad you like it.”

You took a picture with your phone, saying, “Maybe I should just invest in a good tattoo machine and have you do everything.”

Mira smirked, chuckling a little, “Okay, now you’re pushing it.”

“I’m serious, I think I’ll be disappointed if I actually do get this tattoo done and it ends up being anything else.” You say with your own crooked smile. Picking up the pen, you said, “Okay, your turn.”

Mira just raised her brow, taking off her shirt, lying on her bed while keeping on her bra. Same as she did, you straddled her waist, about to ask what she wanted, when Zoey came into Mira’s room.

Looking at her phone, she asked, “Okay, I know Y/n normally makes dinner, but Rumi and I were craving takeout. Y/n is also M.I.A., so there’s that. We wanted to do sushi, well, Rumi wants sushi…”

You and Mira look at each other, both topless. Trying to get the ignorant girl’s attention, you softly say her name, “Zoey…”

“Oh hey, Y/n,” Zoey said, barely glancing up from the screen.

“But I’ve been craving something American. Maybe you and Y/n could be a tie-” Mira nearly face-palmed herself then and there as Zoey continued unfazed.

Zoey slowly looked up from her phone a second time, “OhMyGod, ImSoSorry, YourBothPracticallyNude-” Zoey said quickly, backing against the door, trying to walk out without turning around.

“C-carry on.” Zoey stammered, speeding out of the room, cheeks as red as can be.

You burst out laughing, knowing Zoey thought something else was going on. Mira cursed herself even as she found the predicament funny, too.

Then you both heard bickering on the other side of the door, not that Rumi and Zoey were listening in, but Zoey felt the need to immediately share her experience with Rumi, even though Rumi was almost falling asleep as she skipped her nap earlier.

“What do you mean they’re doing it?” You could hear Zoey’s blush from here.

“You know what I mean, I mean they’re doing it.”

“No, we're not Zoey!” Mira said, groaning while dragging one hand down her face.

“You’re both naked!” Zoey argued. You groaned, getting off Mira.

Opening the door, hearing Zoey make an “EEP!” sound, you turned around, showing off Mira’s line-work.

“This is why, and don’t worry, I have pants on, Zoey. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a girlfriend to tattoo.” Not waiting for a response, you closed the door, making sure to lock it.

“You know you didn’t have to do that,” Mira stated.

You shrugged your shoulders. “No big deal.” Popping open the cap on the pen, “Now, where were we?”

-----

Zoey doesn’t even care about tattoos and their stereotypes; the moment she sees you have them, she's obsessed.

In fact, if it weren’t so bad for Idols and their image, you’re positive that she would have asked for matching ones.

And she’d definitely insist you stop covering with long-sleeves since you always cover them around any Huntrix member, not wanting to affect their reputations somehow.

Cue you accidentally admitting that is 90% of your wardrobe.

Next thing you know Zoey is sending a GIF to the group chat of the meme, “Get in, bitches. We’re going shopping.”

On said shopping trip, you wore your medical mask and sunglasses to conceal your face, not wanting anyone to guess who you were.

You were subject to the girls, many Zoey, shoving something into your arms and pushing you in the direction of the nearest changing room.

Settling at a small bakery, Zoey casually mentions, “Maybe we should buy our own tattoo machine and tattoo each other.”

In unison, you, Rumi, and Mira said, “No.”

Once you were done for the day, you were exhausted, carrying bags for yourself but also the other girls. Flopping onto your bed, your phone started buzzing every few seconds.

“What on earth…?” You ask as you see a dozen messages from Zoey. Asking several things about your tattoos, sending you Pinterest boards for inspiration, with an emphasis on turtle-inspired tattoos.

“Zoooooey.” You groaned, a small smile appearing on your face anyway as a few of the tattoos were nicely done.

Over the next few days, you got the breadcrumbs of Zoey’s train of thought as she sent you things.

You could honestly say it was cute, even rolling your eyes fondly as she sent you gimmicks or other weird tattoo things until she started to find the ‘gone wrong’ tattoo posts and people who had blurred the line between body modification and mutilation, like the black alien project.

Like you, Zoey believed everyone should have bodily autonomy over themselves, but removing ears, noses, and other things where she started to second-guess somethings, and not in a good way.

Leaving you with a human ball of anxiety, worried that you’d go to that degree as you hid your tattoos.

Because classic Zoey rationality deemed it so.

After a few minutes of you shooting down almost every point she made, she finally believed you. Also, only after you promised to check in with her before and after every tattoo session you had.

And you thought that smoothed out every new development caused by Zoey finding out you had tattoos.

Little did you know when you were passed out after an exhausting day, Zoey had bought a pack of temporary stickers and was now using your blank skin as a canvas. Taking her time to curate the turtles that now looked like they were swimming around your actual tattoos.

Having gone to sleep herself, you woke up and went to the bathroom. Pausing at the mirror for a second to see if something was different.

“Zoooooeeey…” You said, exasperated as you whined a little, seeing the dozens of temporary tattoos.

Getting on with your shower, trying not to irritate the temp tattoos too much, as you know that would disappoint Zoey.

After drying and getting dressed, you headed to the kitchen, seeing Zoey practically bouncing on a bar-stool. Smiling gently, you walk into the kitchen, starting the coffee maker.

“Sooo…?” Zoey asked hopefully.

You just turned around, raising a brow, mimicking her, “Sooo…?”

“Do you like them?”

“Like what?” You teased her by faking innocence.

Zoey groaned, “The temporary tattoos!” Still waiting for your response.

“The tempo- Oh, funny, I didn’t notice those.” You looked at your arm, teasing Zoey even more.

Looking back up at her, you see her pouting. Gently huffing, you say, “Yes, I like them.”

Zoey's smile grew to a cartoon-ish extent, but before she could say anything, you said, “But I am not getting real tattoos to replace them.”

Zoey pouted a bit, seeing you unmoving in your resolve, she sighed, “Fine.”

Focusing on her bowl of cereal, about to pour milk into the bowl. You stopped her, grabbing the carton.

“It’s Sunday. Let’s have an all-American big breakfast. Rumi and Mira can have some too.”

Zoey was back to looking like a kid in the candy shop as you moved around the kitchen to make good on your promise.

After an hour, you had a sample plate of bacon, sausage, eggs, small pancakes and waffles, hash browns, donuts, a few biscuits, and some cinnamon rolls. Knowing the girls would probably have leftovers, but you wanted them to have options.

Being woken up by the smell of food and soft clattering in the kitchen, Rumi and Mira emerged from their respective rooms. Rumi’s eyes fell on the food, looking shocked but also hungry. While Mira’s gaze found you first.

“Whoa,” Mira said while Zoey and Rumi were preoccupied with the food.

You pointed a spatula at her, “Not another word.” Knowing she had seen the temporary tattoos, Mira put up her hands in surrender, focusing on the food like the other two.

-----

Rumi, Mira, and Zoey [Polytr/x] never knew you had tattoos and were flabbergasted when they first saw them.

As expected, Mira just thought you were twice as hot as before. So did Zoey and Rumi, but they were just a tad bit better at hiding it. 

And when Zoey walked in on you two tattooing each other with a pen, she did misread the situation, but she and Rumi were almost sulking as they’d been left out. A little less hurt when they saw how innocent your activity was. 

You and Mira still promised to make it up to both of them.

Zoey does a deep dive into a new tattoo obsession and ends up scaring herself, needing you, Rumi, and Mira to comfort her. Raising your brow, as barely an hour later, the group chat had received a list from Zoey about date ideas involving tattoos.

And Rumi was now positive she was going to have a future with you, but she still had to defeat Gwi-ma. Looking at you in amazement as you still kissed her patterns with love even after she told you they were demon patterns.

Even as she felt guilty for not telling you about demon hunters, as that wasn’t just her secret to tell. You traced her patterns; somehow, your touch was more tender than before.

After defeating Gwi-ma, she’s falling in love with the idea more and more that she'll have a future with you, Mira, and Zoey.

And on a small Huntrix hiatus, you, Mira, Zoey, and Rumi are all sitting in Mira’s room, Zoey applying temporary turtle tattoos to herself while you help Mira map out a temporary piece with a tattoo pen. Rumi watched in silence as her gaze often drifted to her patterns.

“Oh, now look who’s laughing, you big baby?” You jokingly told Mira as she briefly shivered as the wet tattoo pen went over sensitive skin. Smirking as you got back for when she did your back piece.

“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?” Mira accused, still lying down, as you draw around her flat abdomen.

Then Zoey interrupted, “Come on, stop flirting, I want Y/n/n to draw fluorescent and iridescent waves on me next, and you guys are taking foreveeeeeeeeer.” You all just chuckled at Zoey’s impatience.

Taking a moment, you suggest, “I mean, Rumi’s hands are looking pretty free right now.” You turned to Rumi, teasing her, “Unless you think your artistry can’t compete.”

Rumi seemed to break out of the trance she was in. Looking a little confused, until she spotted Zoey looking hopeful while holding two bottles of body paint. “I’ll help.”

You and Mira looked at each other while Zoey just celebrated as she didn’t have to wait any longer. An unspoken conversation that simply conveyed, “We need to watch her.”

Going back to detailing Mira’s stomach, you just listen while Mira moves a little to get visual cues from Rumi. Trying not to be obvious.

Everything seemed to be going fine, thinking you and Mira were worried over nothing, when Zoey suggested it was Rumi’s turn to get a fake tattoo.

“Um… just… I… give me a minute.” Rumi said, hurrying out of the room.

All three of you looked at each other. Zoey asked, “Did I say something wrong?”

You shook your head, “No.” Thinking back to how Zoey and Mira only recently learned about Rumi’s patterns. “Maybe she’s still uncomfortable with her patterns.”

Zoey looked sad and worried, “But we love her. All of Rumi.”

Mira said, “We know that, but maybe Rumi is still accepting it.”

You grabbed the two bottles of body paint Zoey had next to her, the fluorescent and Iridescent paint. Shaking and catching the bottles. You smiled, “I’ve got an idea.”

After looking at Mira’s photo collection of Rumi with her patterns visible, you, Zoey, and Mira worked on each other’s bodies. Going over each other's fake and real tattoos, mixing both of the paints. 

Smirking just a few minutes later, Zoey turned off the lights, the fake patterns making a soft pink glow.

Squinting when the lights came back on, you crossed your arms, Mira and Zoey in patterns. Looking surprised when Zoey’s phone flashed, saving the memory. Whipping off the ones on your face temporarily, you said, “I'll get Rumi.”

You pointed at Zoey, “Don’t post that yet, Zo.” Zoey just smiled innocently and blushed. You turned to the door, about to leave, “On second thought,” You saw Zoey about to hit the post button, “Mira, a little help.”

Without a second thought, Mira grabbed Zoey’s phone, holding it above the girl's head, “Way ahead of you, Y/n/n.”

“Heyyyy!” Zoey whined, trying to jump for her phone.

You just smiled, heading to Rumi’s room.

Knocking softly on the door, you make sure the bathrobe you snagged covers all of your body, keeping up the surprise of the shiny purple patterns underneath.

After hearing a small sniffle, you soften, seeing Rumi barely crack open the door. Whispering, “Hey, I wanted to check up on you after giving you some time.”

Rumi looked through the small opening, opening it more. It wasn’t terribly obvious she was crying, but she did look upset. 

Rumi rubbed her eyes, pretending to be sleepy, “Yeah, I’m just cranky, I guess. Not enough sleep last night.”

You smiled, “Okay. If you insist. Maybe we can all cuddle later, but I have something to show you first.” Rumi looked at you, surprised, looking down at the hand you held out. She took it, letting you lead her to Mira’s room.

Opening the door led to a scene neither you nor Rumi had expected. Zoey had made Mira her personal climbing gym, trying to get the phone back.

You cleared your throat, making the girls freeze. Pinching the bridge of your nose when Zoey and even Mira had given you a sheepish grin in return.

“I… I don’t… understand… what’s going on?” Rumi asks, taking a minute as she sees paint on Mira’s and Zoey’s bodies mimicking her patterns. You get a brush and start reapplying the patterns on Rumi’s face onto yours.

Zoey started, “Well,” glancing over at Mira, who continued,

“Zoey’s little date idea for this tattoo party was to…” You finish as the patterns on her face were easy to replicate, “tattoo stuff that we loved.”

Undoing the robe, you let it drop to your feet, showing you had done the same thing to your body, only being covered by shorts.

“And we love you, Rumi. Every single part of you.” You said softly.

All three of you moved closer to Rumi until you had your hand on her shoulder, seeing her eyes tearing up. Mira and Zoey were standing in front of her, almost waiting for permission to touch her.

Rumi turned to you and put her head into your neck, as she started crying. You held her, nodding for Mira and Zoey to join. Within seconds, Rumi was engulfed in a group hug as her body gently shook and her cries got heavier, turning into sobs.

We stayed like this for a few minutes, then we heard Rumi’s cries dissolve to whimpers, and then suddenly, you, Mira, and Zoey were the only things holding her up. Carefully backing up, you picked her up, carrying her to bed, the other two joining you.

Mira uses a remote to turn off the lights in the room, making all of you glance at Rumi’s sleeping form as her patterns still glow softly.

Mira whispered, “So you weren’t exaggerating about her being a glow-stick.” Making you chuckle as you remember the debate while you were tattooing patterns onto each other.

“It’s cute if you ask me,” Zoey whispered.

“You think everything is cute,” You teased Zoey, then glanced over to the sleeping girl, “But yeah, it’s definitely adorable.”

“Rumi care day tomorrow?” Mira asked you two, knowing you all wanted to take care of Rumi. God knows she won’t like getting babied.

“Yeah.” You and Zoey said at the same time.

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Please don’t do that. All of us have been super clear about what we want to write and if we’re open to requests. Choose who you think the prompt suits best and send to them.

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Hey, I hope you're doing well. What chance is there that we'll have a fifth of Running Home? 🥺

I might have an idea or two (they haven't been writing very well though, if you will) but if people have suggestions I'd love to hear them

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Last Updated: August 5, 2023

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Embryo - Fakeout out pregnancy (?), fluff otherwise

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Last Updated: August 5, 2023

Kat Barrell

Embryo

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Embryo - Kat Barrell Imagine

A/n: Just a short thing on Kat's little mishap during the 2019 ClexaCon.

This is a Intersex!Reader, I think. Also Non-Binary!R.

This is the vid, time stamp is around 31:00 but watching the whole thing is recommended.

Sorry for any mistakes, please enjoy.

The host of the panel brought on a new topic for Dom, Kat, Y/n, and Emily to answer.

A question that provoked them to inform everyone about future projects.

Dom talking about Seasons of Love and the trip to Brazil.

And then the spotlight went to Kat, who mentioned being at the beginning of projects. Y/n was smiling and nodding, knowing their fiancée has put a lot of work into film-making recently.

"And, well, if you'd call it a project we're planning a wedding." The crowd cheered as Y/n kissed Kat briefly on her temple.

"I think we're almost done with that one anyway." The fans got louder as Y/n unintentionally hinted that it would be happening soon.

Kat continued, "Actually, yeah. We have a lot of stuff already decided and just waiting for the right time to set in motion when everyone's life is a little less hectic."

Y/n nodded along, hearing the crowd cheer again when a fan in the crowd caught Y/n's attention.

It was a sign being held up and Y/n was leaning forward to read it when Kat was talking about going back to school.

"...and so those are the two things and then one more like little thing-y. It's an embryo right now-"

Y/n snapped back in the chair. Looking right at Kat before realizing the chair wasn't ready for such momentum.

"So it's coming-" Just as a fan let out a shout to make Kat realize it was taken the wrong way.

The next thing everyone knew was a vaguely heard, "Oh no." before Y/n went back and went to the ground along with the chair.

"No, not that!" Kat tried to settle people down before looking next to her to see Y/n with a horrified expression.

The crowd was in disarray as Kat panicked to see if Y/n was okay.

"I'm so sorry, bubs."

"Kat Barrell, you almost gave me a heart attack!"

Y/n was trying to laugh it off, getting up with the help of Kat. Dom putting Y/n's chair upright.

Everyone got themselves situated as Kat tried to mend her mistake a little more, most of the attention was on Y/n who was still seemingly shaken by everything.

"Not a baby. I am not pregnant. Let's be clear."

Instead of sitting back in the chair, Y/n got behind Kat and hugged her while she sat down and addressed the crowd and everyone.

Everyone was having a good laugh at the situation, Kat going on to clarify she meant her first feature as a director and nothing else.

Y/n quietly moved back to their seat, Kat turning and asking, "Y/n, you okay?"

Just nodding, Y/n said, "It's alright, my life flashed before my eyes but it's fine."

Kat apologizes further by kissing Y/n's hand and holding it.

The crowd laughed again, Y/n knowing they took it as a meaningless joke.

"No really you guys. I don't think you know how real of a possibility this is."

Y/n let out a tense chuckle, being careful not to do it in the mic but then realizing what was being hinted at.

The host put out an inquiry, "And how real is that if you don't mind me asking?"

Hesitant to reveal this, Y/n never wanted to shout it to the rooftops afraid of their employability being affected more than anything.

"Well not a lot of people know but I was born intersex and for those that don't know it being born with a mix of female and male anatomy. So yes, me getting someone pregnant is a possibility."

Y/n felt Kat's hand squeeze tighter around theirs, Kat knowing Y/n never planned to go public with this.

The crowd just cheered, all for different reasons but it made Y/n a little bit more comfortable.

"Out of all the ways I excepted this panel to go, this was not one of them."

Laughter ensued and they went on to finish the panel, Y/n and Kat dotting on each other for a while before they had to leave.

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Show and Tell Supergirl Master List

LAST UPDATED: July 15, 2023

LENA LUTHOR

- Thunder storms and cuddles - Fluff

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Show & Tell Chicago Fire/PD Master List

LAST UPDATED: July 14, 2023

FIRE

SYLVIE BRETT

- What Are You Doing? (Part 1, ) - Mentions of being in military and scars from that, fluff otherwise.

STELLA KIDD

PD

HAILEY UPTON

KIM BURGESS

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Show and Tell - Uswnt/Woso Master List

LAST UPDATED: July 27, 2023

WARNING - Show & Tell versions of MasterLists Spoil the fic for a safe reading experiance

TEAM

- I Never Knew - Very angsty there is a warning before the fic of all the things in there, happy ending but it's a roller-coaster to get there

- No Warnings - Fluff, bullying included

- She's been corrupted! (Part 1, Part 2) - Fluff for both

- New to this - Being overwhelmed by Social media, autism-hate(?)

- Late to the Game - Fluff

KRASHLYN

- I’m Back - Mentions of being in military via bad dream and introduction at the beginning, fluff otherwise

- Meet Your Sister (Part 1, Part 2) - pt2 has hinted self-deprecation, fluff otherwise

- Running Home (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4) - a.b.o fic - Separation-anxiety, insomnia, and anorexic

- I Dare You - a.b.o fic ? - Dealing with homophobia, brief classism mentioned if Alpha and Omega count

- Short-Fuse - bad refs, fluff otherwise

- Blankie! - Child!R, fluff

- Love is the best medicine - Fluff

- Oh, Really? - Very suggestive smut (?) Fluff otherwise

- Quality Time - Bad communication, mentions of possible cheating, fluff ending

- Snuggles - Fluff

- Scary Man! - Fluff

- Not As Bad As It Looks - Blood mentioned, homophobia and slur mentioned.

TOBIN HEATH

- The Chill Isn’t Working - Fluff

- No One Likes Being Hurt - bad communication, mentions of soccer injury, fluff ending

- Stars Colliding - Fluff

- Paint My Love - Vandalism(?), escaping arrest, and suggestive end

CHRISTEN PRESS

- It’s You and Me - Fluff with angst sprinkled throughout

- Ride or Die (Part 1, Part 2) - Fluff

- Baby Fever - Fluff

ALEX MORGAN

- Not Made Of Stone (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4) - Pt1 is fluff, Pt2 has mentions of young character death, Pt3 and 4 are fluff

ROSE LAVELLE

- What is happening?! - Fluff

BECKY SAUERBRUNN

- The Red Skull - Fluff with small suggestive bit in middle

ALYSSA NAEHER

- No, My Fiancée - Mentions of concussions, fluff

KRISTIE MEWIS

- Amuse Me - Fluff

JULIE JOHNSTON/ERTZ

- Loki did what?! - Fluff

JESSIE FLEMING

- Once Rivals (Spy AU) - Torture, blood, and brief character death

If you want me to write one for your favorite player(s) just go to my blog and type it into the ask me or message me. No guarantees though. I also do AUs so please include that if you want.

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Late to the Game (Uswnt x Reader)

Not Requested

Sorry for any mistake, please enjoy.

"Kelley I swear if you don't-

"Sorry Y/n, I can't hear you from all the way down there."

Kelley teased the youngest player of the national team by resting herself on Y/n while propping herself up.

The 17-year-old let out a huff, as the teammates around them laughed at Kelley's antics. Only a handful of them had seen the look in Y/n's eyes that told them this was about to take a turn.

Taking a large step to the side Y/n caused Kelley to fight gravity which was a losing battle.

O'Hara basically face-planted it on the turf and everyone burst out laughing.

Y/n chucked along as Kelley got up.

"You think that's funny?" Kelley teased.

Y/n replied, "Absolutely hilarious."

Causing O'Hara to purse Y/n while shouting, "Get back here shortstack!"

-----

Y/n went to get a ball from off the sidelines, picking it up in hopes of doing a few tricks to pass the time during a small break in practice.

Until O'Hara bumped into Y/n by accident. "Oh, sorry L/n-"

"It's fine-"

"Guess I just didn't see you from all the way down there."

"It's one freaking inch," Y/n said exasperated, over the fact that Kelley kept pointing it out.

Kelley chucked to herself, "That's what she said."

On any other day, Y/n would have found that humorous as well.

But not today.

"That's it!"

Y/n tackled Kelley to the ground, putting her in a headlock, and attempting to give Kelley a noogie.

They tossed with each other for a few minutes gaining the attention of most of the team.

"Hey look, they're starting a new line of mini WWE Wrestlers for the national team."

Sam and Sonnett joked as they saw Y/n and O'Hara's roughhousing had turned into a little bit of a wrestling match.

Unfortunately, for them, Kelley and Y/n had also heard the comment.

Partially out of breath, Y/n looked at Kelley, "Truce?"

"Truce."

The two grinned and Sonnett and Sam soon realized their mistake.

"Nonononon- wait!"

Nothing was stopping Kelley as she tackled Sonnett to the ground while Y/n pursued Sam.

Chasing her, Y/n gained enough speed to leap onto Sam's back dragging her down to the ground the two laughing as they stayed there for a little.

Only interrupted by the whistle calling the whole team to circle up.

Y/n and Sam got up but saw Kelley had sat on Sonnett's back keeping the woman down.

"O'Hara, I'm warning you."

"I'd like to see you- AAAHH!"

Kelley tried to grasp onto something but Sonnett managed to throw Kelley off and get up.

"How's it feel being down there for a change?" Y/n teased.

"Pretty nice actually, maybe move to the left a bit. You're not blocking the sun enough, mini."

-----

Getting ready to leave for the plane, Y was packing some final things.

"Ready to leave already squirt?"

Letting out a heavy sigh, Y/n turned to O'Hara.

"Almost."

"I'm still not sure how you're okay with this."

"Do I have a choice?"

Kelley shrugged her shoulders.

Y/n wasn't going to the World Cup. Reason being there were more players with more caps under them to choose from. Y/n had done the camps and games but just didn't make the cut.

"I mean I know it's not the worst thing possible for you but just saying you've proved your spot more than enough."

"Let's be real here Kels you just need me so you have a headrest."

"That too."

"Just don't lose too badly out there."

Kelley dawning a hurt expression, "I see how it is."

The woman took Y/n by surprise, taking them both down, and roughhousing ended in fits of laughter.

-----

Y/n was woken by the blaring alarm, "Nnnnooooo."

As tempting as the snooze button was Y/n knew being late wasn't an option.

Gathering some belonging and packed luggage Y/n heard a familiar voice from just beyond the bedroom door.

"Sweetheart you up?"

"Yeah, I'll be downstairs in a few Dad."

Getting everything ready, Y/n left a few things by the front door and headed into the kitchen to see Dad and Papa.

"Ready for another camp, sprout?"

"Yeah, although I do wish you'd stop calling me that. The sprouting has stopped in case you haven't noticed."

"And did I ever say anything when you called me Pop-pop?"

Y/n laughed, "I haven't called you that since I was like eight."

"Your point?"

Y/n let out a chuckle, "Okay Pop-pop. I need to get going, don't want to miss my flight."

"Wait, I packed you a small snack."

"Dad small or normal people small?"

Y/n teased Dad knowing sometimes he over-packed.

"Har-har. I just want you to have options."

"Love you too, old man." Y/n kissed his temple as he drank his coffee grabbing the bag that had the 'snack' in it.

Y/n looked down a little as Papa could kiss the top of Y/n's head.

Hurrying out of the house Y/n heard one of them say, "Call us when you land!"

"Always do!"

-----

Y/n walked into the hotel lobby, not seeing anyone else yet Y/n just checked in with the receptionist.

Heading up to the room, Y/n double-checked for any messages left by the team.

Hearing the elevator open to the room floor Y/n walked out and then did a final check on messages from anyone and saw one from Ash.

'Do you have a tall twin by chance?'

Not even replying Y/n looked to the elevator to see Ash and Ali already trying to figure out who just walked past them.

"Hey, guys."

"Bubs?!"

Ali and Ash both said the nickname they personally had for Y/n, shocked that this was the same person.

"A few inches taller but yeah."

Ash, without warning, ran towards Y/n, clinging to Y/n like a koala to a tree.

"No growing up anymore!"

Y/n lightheartedly chuckled, thinking about how Dad and Papa nearly had the same reaction when noticing the very late and sudden growth spurt.

"Don't worry, I think this is as tall as I go."

Y/n put Ash down. Ali was looking at Ash and Y/n with a smile, noticing Y/n must've only been an inch or two taller than Ash.

"It better be." Ash acknowledged that Y/n was the tallest out of the three.

"Alright, come here bubs." Y/n smiled at Ali, not used to leaning down while hugging the majority of the team.

"It's good to see you guys again."

"I didn't know Sam was here." The three heard Crystal's voice, the hug ending.

Y/n turned around, "Hey Dunn."

The woman just put a hand on her hip, "Well if this isn't a surprise."

"Believe me, I'm still getting used to it myself."

"I'm gonna miss my short buddy."

"I mean I'm pretty sure that just means I give better piggybacks."

-----

Giggling and laughter were heard through the hallway to the cafeteria.

Everyone turned to see who was making the commotion.

Suddenly Y/n came through the doorway with Dunn piggybacking. Both laughed at the situation.

Nearly every person froze. Not seeing Y/n since the last camp before the World Cup.

Dunn got off of Y/n's back, giving the young player a pat between the shoulder blades.

"Shortstack?!"

"Hey, Kels," Y/n said nervously as Kelley's jaw went slack.

"You're.... you're..."

"Tower of Power 2.o?"

As Kelley continued to fumble Sam walked up to Y/n, "Damn, yeah. Welcome to tall people club."

Sam smiled seeing Y/n was still around an inch shorter than her.

While everyone went back to what they were doing before the chaos, Sam and Y/n sat together with Kelley, Sonnett, and a few others.

"Hitting your head a lot?" Sam inquired.

"Not as much, mainly when I just don't think about it."

"Don't worry, you'll learn to auto-duck."

Y/n chuckled, "I think I'll just miss the lost bed space. My bed feels so small now."

Sam nodded in solace.

"The price we pay."

"Were you bitten by a radioactive spider?"

The whole table kind of froze and slowly turned to Kelley.

"Not that I recall?" Y/n answered a little confused

"I'll find out soon enough."

"You wanna tango with my extra muscle, O'Hara?"

While not the most notable change in Y/n, the growth spurt caused Y/n to eat more and in turn, needed to work off more food. It also meant more time in the gym to work out some muscles.

Kelley thinking Y/n just meant the height difference mumbled, "The bigger they are, the harder they fall."

Y/n shrugged the woman off.

"Well, none of that matters because now I get to ride all the grown-up rides!"

The enthusiasm caused the room to erupt in laughter.

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Omg. I totally screwed up the request. I’m so sorry. When I wrote this I didn’t know what little!reader was. I just thought it was a different term for child!reader. I’ll find a way to make it up to you Anon.❤️

Krashlyn x little reader. Reader is obsessed with her pacifier and does not want to give it up right before a game. And krashlyn really trying to get her out of her headspace because reader has to play.

Awww, too cute. It's added to the agenda, Anon.

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Ride or Die (Christen Press x Reader) Part 2

Request - there was also a comment on part one

Part 1

Sorry for any mistakes, please enjoy.

“Hey, baby is everything ready?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Christen let out a deep sigh, Y/n walking up behind her and hugging Christen from behind.

“What’s wrong?”

“I know the team is going to love you but I’m nervous.”

“It’s okay to be nervous angel. They already know about us, so at least that’s out of the way.”

Christen sighed again, about to come up with something else to worry her when there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it.” Y/n said leaving a kiss on Press’s shoulder, heading to greet the team.

Just as Y/n opened the door, Sonnett raised her fist to knock again, nearly hitting Y/n. Sonnett gave a semi-apologetic look mumbling “Sorry”.

“It’s alright, come on in guys.”

-----

Everyone comes in with their own snacks and such, Christen and Y/n providing more snacks like nachos. The team getting ready to select a movie, some even suggesting a show to binge until the early hours of the morning.

The team had found places to relax while Ash and Ali along with Y/n and Christen were on the couch.

The two couples watched as the team battled it out. Y/n noticed Christen was trying to put her hair in a simple braid.

“Let me baby,” Y/n mumbled to Press, getting on the back of the couch so Christen didn’t have to move as Y/n braided her hair.

Y/n missed the smiles from Ash and Ali but Christen didn’t, deciding not to point it out.

Some of the team had also noticed the gesture, looking at each other to see how they were going to give the talk.

Christen’s hair was done Y/n moved back, and the two rested against each other, just a handful of players now noticing the two.

-----

Surprisingly the movie was decided and even more surprising is that it was a horror movie.

It didn’t take long for the two to start making their own speculations on why the movie was chosen.

Y/n was leaning towards the idea of the team seeing how easily scared Y/n was. Christen decided to lean more toward how Y/n would react to her being scared.

Luckily for both of them, the movie was one they had seen on one of their first official dates. Although both of them weren’t completely focused on the movie then so there was still a jump scare or two that they didn’t suspect.

In one silent part of the film, everyone got scared by a body falling out of the ceiling nearly deafening each other with their screams.

Y/n had been startled back to reality accidentally zoning out and Christen was admittedly getting a headache from everything.

Before Y/n could raise a question to Press, knowing something was off, Chris simply mumbled “I’ll be right back” and left Y/n on the couch.

Not caring if her teammates were there or not, Y/n moved as quickly as possible to get to Christen to see what was wrong.

Y/n caught up to the woman in their bathroom, seeing Press take some pain medication the concern of one of her old injuries flaring up started to set in.

“I’m getting a headache it’s nothing worth worrying over.”

Christen could sense the uneasiness from Y/n.

So Christen turned toward Y/n, giving a small kiss.

“I promise.”

Y/n just hummed, thinking out loud for a moment.

“You know I could probably still intimidate them into leaving. I haven’t completely trashed my badass reputation in front of them.”

“Yet.”

Y/n chuckled at the comment, “Only for my angel.”

Giving a final kiss they headed back to the group. Kelley makes a joke to the two, “Thought you two got lost back there, we were about to draw straws to see who could take one for the team.”

The two simply rolled their eyes but they were both blushing to some extent, making the group laugh more.

Thinking they’d go back to watching the movie they went back to their spot.

And to everyone’s surprise, Press moved to cuddle with Y/n. As the big spoon and Y/n looking more than content being the little spoon.

Ali and Ash share a knowing look at the couple that everyone missed. The rest were looking at each other again, some started to doubt if they even needed to give Y/n the shovel talk.

-----

With the movie nearing its conclusion, Y/n noticed how Christen’s breathing had evened out.

Carefully moving Christen’s arms that made it to Y/n’s torso, Y/n had gotten up to see Press fast asleep from the pain meds.

Y/n gently picked up and held Press about to carry her to the bedroom but was reminded of the team still being there when one cleared their throat.

“Uhhh...” Y/n took a moment to think of something. Christen distracted Y/n briefly as she held onto Y/n tighter and buried her face in Y/n’s neck, thankfully staying asleep.

“I’m going to make sure Christen gets to bed, I trust all of you remember where the front door is. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Carrying Press to the bedroom, Y/n set her down on the bed. And before Y/n could leave Christen whispered, “Can you stay?”

“I’ll be back in a moment baby.”

Christen nodded and quickly went back to sleep.

-----

Y/n was somewhat surprised to see the team clean up everything, making it nearly spotless, someone even taking care of the plates Y/n had out for everyone.

Biding them all good night and ‘thank you’s Y/n was thrown off when Kelley did the “I’m watching you” gesture.

“I know your game.” And before anything Kelley walked out of the house, happy Press found someone good.

And the team watched Y/n’s head tilt slightly, brows furrowed. They all knew Y/n was too much of a softie to even think about hurting their Press.

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Not Made of Stone (Alex Morgan x Reader) Part 4

Request

Here’s part one, part two, and part three if you need them.

Sorry for any mistakes, please enjoy.

Y/n felt unreasonably nervous, standing outside of Alex’s house. Taking a deep breath Y/n finally knocked on the door.

Waiting for a moment, Y/n was about to check the time when Alex opened up the door.

A blush came over both of them, Y/n was overtaken by Alex’s beauty seeing her dress, having to look away. While Alex felt she had overdressed seeing that Y/n was in jeans and a sweatshirt, looking away embarrassed.

“Um...” Y/n tried to find words.

“Please come in.” Y/n just nodded and mumbled ‘thanks’. About to ask where Charlie was Y/n wasn’t fast enough.

“Let me get changed, Charlie is in the other room.”

“Okay.” Y/n watched as Alex hurried to what was assumed to be her bedroom. Y/n just shrugged it off, heading over to check on Charlie.

Y/n smiled when Charlie giggled, playing with some of her toys.

It took a couple of minutes, and Alex soon came into the room now wearing more casual wear. “Alright, I just need to drop off Charlie at the babysitter’s place, on the way if you don’t mind.”

“Actually I was hoping Charlie could come too.”

“Yeah, sure.” Alex was caught off guard but it was a relief that Y/n wanted to keep Charlie tonight.

-----

Walking into the house Y/n led Alex to the dining room.

“I know it’s not a lot but a simple date is as good as any, right?”

Alex looked around the room to see a blanket fort in the living room, a stack of movies next to the TV and DVD player, and some snacks that Charlie deemed her favorite.

There was a small ding from the kitchen, Y/n going to check the food.

“Dinner’s ready.”

Y/n plated the mac'n'cheese and dino nuggets, bringing over the glasses of apple juice as well.

Saying ‘thank you’ Charlie started eating while Alex was still trying to take it in.

“Don’t worry, it’s vegan,” Y/n tried to get rid of the nerves with a joking tone, “do you like it?”

Alex finally came back to reality, “Yeah I love it. It’s just not what I expected.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No this is perfect.”

-----

The three of them snuggled into the blanket fort, Y/n about to start the next movie.

“Oh man, I didn’t realize how late it was.” Y/n taking note that Alex and Charlie will have to leave soon.

“Mamma can we stay a little longer?” Charlie asked.

“I have extra pajamas if you guys wanna stay the night.”

Charlie gasped in excitement, “Can we ma, please?”

Y/n hopped not to overstep waiting for Alex’s reaction.

“Sure, that would be nice.” Knowing she was too tired to drive back home and not that she’d decline more time with Y/n.

“Yes!” And with that, Y/n led Charlie to where the spare pj’s were, grabbing Alex’s too.

“You can change in the bathroom, I’ll give these to your mom.”

“Okay.”

Y/n chuckled, loving how the kid didn’t have a care in the world.

Going to the living room Y/n spotted Alex in the kitchen who was doing the dishes.

“You know you don’t have to do that right?”

“I wanted to and you cooked so it’s only fair.”

Y/n wanted to argue but seeing as Alex was drying the last plate it would have been pointless.

About to hand Alex the pajamas Y/n was surprised by the kiss. It made the two tune out the world, enjoying the touch while it lasted.

“What was that for?” Y/n whispered, staying close to Alex.

“A thank you for tonight.”

“You don’t have to thank me for loving two amazing humans.”

Sharing a smaller kiss than before they noticed the footsteps of Charlie coming closer by the moment.

“Come on, I wanna watch Wall-E.” The child’s excitement made both of them laugh.

Y/n stopped Alex before she followed Charlie, “And here, I didn’t want Charlie getting them before you.”

Alex smiled brightly noticing the package of Oreos on the pile of pajamas she was handed.

“My hero.” Alex joked as Y/n followed mini Morgan.

-----

When the end credits rolled, Alex looked over at the two. Y/n was laying down and Charlie made Y/n’s body into a bed both sleeping.

Alex was happily looking at them, kissing both of their foreheads, pulling a blanket over them as she replayed the conversation Y/n had with Charlie when they thought she was still changing.

-----

“Y/n what does love feel like?”

Taken aback, Y/n tried to dodge answering it.

“Wait till you’re older then we can talk.”

“But Y/n.” the small whine and puppy eyes were enough for Y/n to at least try and make an effort to explain.

“Love is when things aren’t perfect but when you’re with that person you love, it feels as close to perfect as it can.”

Y/n hoped to come up with a more solid answer if Charlie asked again but this would have to do for now.

“What about you and Mom?”

Both Alex and Y/n froze not knowing what to do.

Alex was about to come out of her hiding place, hoping to help Y/n but she stopped when Y/n continued.

“I mean yeah, life feels pretty amazing when you and your mom are around.”

“So do I get to start calling you mom?”

“Alright, that’s enough questions for tonight kid. You said you wanted to watch Wall-E?”

“Yeah!”