#Given 07

[hikikomoriheadphonegirl]

[chipthekeeper]

kiss scene breakdown no one asked for! i meant to have more of a preamble but you don't actually need that. bullets!

not even touching on the lead-in conversation or we could be here all day (the softness!!!! the palpable nerves around each other!!! omg!!!!!!), just know that.....i'll never be the same again

anyway. important for me to note even if we don't really see it that cinta must be on her knees for this whole thing. like?!?!! i'm incoherent already and this is the second bullet

so much pain and regret on cinta's face for all the time they've lost :((((

lots of stuttering breaths and heavy breathing and i don't have an inhaler but i NEEd one

cinta reaches out for vel's face and NEVER lets go

PROLONGED. FOREHEAD. TOUCH.

vel clearly being anxious and waiting and needing cinta to be the first one to make the move -> very much to me would be a mirror of the first time they did this, in accordance with faye's answer to that one question of who'd admit their feelings first (i could make a whole other post about this aspect of it. it may or may not be already written?)

cinta maybe still worried and taking it slow but vel leaning in to give permission even though she's not going to go first

cinta finally going for it and vel's hand immediately going to her face as well

a kiss! a brief break away. another kiss! all soft and careful and devastating to me personally. like how are they able to fit this much yearning into an actual kiss

after another tiny break they're all in on the third one. vel opens her eyes for the tiniest peek to check and then fully pulls cinta in closer to her like she's been starving for years. oh wait, she has!

cinta finally pulling back again but the forehead connection remains and the hand stays on vel's face, she is not letting her get away!!! and vel is still hungry lol but cinta.....cinta smiles through all the heavy feelings and just rubs her thumb along vel's cheek and for one absolutely perfect moment in time, everything is exactly how it should be

and nothing bad happened to them ever again yaaaayyyy!!!!

[insistonyourcupofstars]

something something all boyd ever wanted from raylan was an admittance of what they had. a moment of truth that existed without deep subtext or euphemism or what have you - just an acknowledgment of what "we dug coal together" actually meant. a moment where raylan wouldn't repress the raging sea of emotions that he holds within himself and give boyd a sign, a true acknowledgment.

and the tragic thing is, boyd gets that. but not at the very end. when he gets what he wants, it's to coerce him into helping raylan take down a man who hurt his family. of course, not only was boyd accused of being involved in the hostage situation with winona, but when raylan goes to him to get his own form of justice, what is it raylan says to boyd?

boyd's not going to help raylan out of protecting ava from him. nope, boyd's going to help raylan because he's. his. buddy.

and what does boyd do? he drives raylan, in the middle of the night, to murder some big-shot mob boss to give raylan a sense of vengeance.

I was rewatching the final episode of s4 a while back, and this moment just hit me like a truck. the way raylan so casually and poignantly tells boyd that he will go with him because they're friends and he does it! because raylan just pulled the uno-reverse card on his ass!

it's such good writing because not only does it shine a light on how far boyd is willing to go for raylan - and this deep-seated feeling of need of validation that he desires from him (raylan did leave him in harlan supposedly not too long after the mine collapse, and they were so young that it definitely would cause limgering feelings of abandonement) - BUT ALSO it shows the depth of raylan's character because HE KNOWS.

raylan knows what boyd wants. he has always known, but like he does with almost everything that elicits an emotion other than "anger" and "sarcasm," he puts it away in a locked airtight box that no one, including himself, ever has to see. and yet, when push comes to shove, raylan is not at all above using this as a way to further his own goal. it's not a good light to cast on his character despite all lighting looking good on his character but it makes his character sooo much more juicy.

[good-beanswrites]

legally blonde mahiru... cause like. finding validation thruogh achievement and not from love ehe

also following her ex to a college is smth she'd do 100%

SO TRUE!! When I sat down to watch the musical with my sister last summer I got wicked emotional about Mappi during What You Want, so I wrote some snapshot scenes incorporating those lyrics here :3 (And I added some indulgent au headcanons for the overall story at the end hehe)

“Law school?” Mahiru’s coworker raised her eyebrows. She finished wrapping a bouquet and added it to the finished ones. Though she spoke politely, Mahiru wasn’t stupid. Doubt lurked just beneath the surface of the carefully-asked questions. “That’s a pretty big change, huh? And for some boy?”

“Not ‘for some boy’ – Love! I’m doing this for love.” There was a big difference. She didn’t know why so many people didn’t understand. The actual feeling was something much bigger than either of the individuals involved. “And love will see me through.”

They worked at a florist’s, after all; their whole livelihood relied on love. They’d seen its power firsthand, through the successful dates and reunions that blossom into marriages, funeral arrangements for spouses devoted past lifetimes, apology gifts after turning one’s life around, and promise arrangements with the desire to do so. The shop had taken countless requests from clients hoping to shape their bouquet into something perfectly suited to their lover. Why couldn’t she do that very same work of molding to perfection?

Yes, there was no more righteous reason to do anything. She smiled to herself. “Yes, with love on my side, Mahiru can't lose~ They can't refuse a love so pure and true.” 

“Well, they can…” The other woman returned her smile with a nervous one. It was alright that she was a bit pessimistic. Most people were, but it only made the truly devoted couples stand out even brighter against the crowd. 

Mahiru picked up her own finished bouquet, taking a deep inhale of the fragrance. She giggled. “Oh come on, don't lawyers feel love too?”

—

“Miss Shiina. This is a very flashy presentation, but I still don't see one reason to admit you.”

She thought there were plenty of good reasons on the resume in the man’s hands, each one framed on the shimmery, sunflower-bordered stationary. Her personal essay and video essay had just as much flair, but if he was still reluctant to accept those, she did have one last ace up her sleeve. Honesty was the best policy – that’s what all the relationship columns and wellness blogs she followed always said. She took a deep breath.

“How about love?”

“Ah.” His eyes flicked down at her personal essay, placing the resume down beside it. He must have been recalling her beautifully eloquent recounting of her relationship. She could still feel the thrill of writing it all down, of laying out the events and gestures, the fights and reunions, the hopes and dreams. It was all there, a perfect record of the meaning of life, and the meaning of her future. “The thing is –”

“You ever been in love?”

He paused, caught off-guard by the question. Mahiru recognized the look on his face. He had indeed. 

She went on, “because if you have, you'll know that love never accepts a defeat.” She thought of the many times she and her boyfriend had fought, or cancelled on each other, or even tried to break up. She’d always been able to reach back out, take hold of him, and save both of them from losing each other. “There’s no challenge it can't meet, no place it cannot go.”

“I admit, that’s a very nice sentiment, but we’re all adults here. I can tell you –”

Mahiru reached across the table to take his hands. “Don't say no to a woman in love!”

“Miss Shiina.” He yanked his hands back, entirely unamused by her sudden bout of excitement. 

Had she overdone it again? Why did people think she was so crazy for this? It was only natural – only admirable – to put your whole self into a relationship you’re passionate about. She bowed her head. Her voice returned to its most earnest, sounding hushed and hopeful.

“Don't laugh when I say love. Don't think that I'm naive.” She’d heard that enough in her lifetime. She hadn’t let it stop her before, and she sure as hell wouldn’t let it stop her now. “Even a person who's smart can listen to their heart. They can listen and believe.”

“I… I see.” And he did. His eyes moved over her submissions again – full of passion and character and joy. Didn’t the world need a little more of that? Didn’t it need a lot more of that?

Even before she spoke, she could see that something had changed. She’d won him over. “So believe in what love can achieve~”

—

Au thoughts! I wasn’t able to feature everyone but I got a few of the cast here :3

Mahiru is bubbly and girly and enjoys her hobbies of literature/cosmetology/flowers – the major difference between her and Elle is that even while her positivity can immediately charm people, she doesn’t have as many close friends/family to support her. She really clings to her boyfriend, always obsessing over and returning to the relationship no matter what.

They have a rocky relationship that he finally decides to end for good. He says he needs to meet someone serious, and find some fulfillment in his life instead of going in depressive circles with her – he’ll accomplish all this by attending the famous Milgram School of Law (lol)

She, of course, takes this as an invitation to join him. She throws everything else away, pouring herself into this new personality and lifestyle for love. As someone already committed to her studies and good with language (as a literature major) she succeeds in getting in. “What, like it’s hard~?”

Once there, she’s horrified to find her boyfriend associating with another law student – one Kotoko Yuzuriha who’s the very image of “someone serious” he was looking for. (I don’t know if either of them would want to get romantically involved, but they definitely get close enough to cause a lot of jealousy.) Kotoko looks down on Mahiru’s lighthearted attitude in the face of the weighty cases they dealt with in class, and constantly one-ups her with her strength and toughness.

She also meets law-prodigy Es, and the two become close friends and study buddies. Es takes the time to listen to Mahiru’s story and loving and losing her boyfriend, feeling responsible but not quite sure how. As they understand her situation more, they manage to get Mahiru to believe she doesn’t need to do all this for some guy – she can live for herself. She gets the legal internship, and starts working with the others.

Meanwhile, Mahiru is meeting with her hairdresser, Kazui. He had a rough breakup in the past (his own fault, but still), and fears he’ll never be able to find that same sort of romance again, even as he’s crushing on the cute delivery guy (Mikoto. Shidou?) Mahiru helps him return to Hinako’s house to make amends and get some closure, then imparts her bending and snapping wisdom upon him to get his man 👏

Which brings her to the big case. Their team is defending Yuno Kashiki on an impossible murder trial. She begs Mahiru not to tell her alibi – that she was with a client on her private job. She felt real warmth with him, and doesn’t want to implicate him in both her work and the trial. Mahiru agrees in the name of protecting their love, much to the rest of the lawyers’ dismay.

(If anyone would fit the Callahan role it would be Jackalope lol, but I feel like we don’t even need that plotline since her themes are a bit different than the dumb-blonde ones.)

Callahan plot or not, Mahiru gets discouraged about the whole thing as everyone loses faith in her for not revealing Yuno’s secret. Other students at the school are caught whispering about her, calling her crazy, clingy, too emotional, selfish, and some even saying she’s a stalker for still keeping tabs on her boyfriend. She’s ready to leave the whole university and career behind when Kotoko stops her. She tells Mahiru that she was wrong about her, and encourages her to stick to her guns. And so, (after a Muu-focused rendition of Lesbian or European,) Mahiru is able to use her “girly” interests to catch the real criminal.

She graduates at the top of her class, finding fulfillment through this job of helping others and confidence in herself and her own interests. She’s content not to get back with her boyfriend (though, maybe over the years of working together, she and Kotoko end up spending some extra time together…) 

[kopw]

[unproduciblesmackdown]

pinning to the workshop corkboard: you've heard of winston "i'm cassandra" billions clairvoyance concepts for fun & profit, hear also of winston billions sphinx concepts (you must be This understanding of what he means to proceed)

[midnight-masquerade-p5r]

Here's some of mine! WARNING SPOILERS FOR A LOT OF GAMES/ANIMES! Shuake

Ryomina

Akishinji

Jundori

Marumi

Yujikiri

Mafuyuki

AshEiji

Also, I will say I've never actually SEEN Banana Fish, but some people have talked about Ash and Eiji so much I've fallen in love with them and want to watch the anime so bad, but I've already been spoiled on what happens.

Pearlrose

Teito/Mikage

Inuyasha/Kikiyo

Fluttercord

take your pick

[sunlvr]

someone please lock me in a cage before i give me gf all her christmas gifts before christmas

[each-uisge-enthusiast]

discovering the guenevere dating sim aligned game has obliterated the sleep schedule i tried so hard to fix oh i doomed

[heavenlybodies333]

Caught. On. Camera. -S.R part II here

Spencer Reid x Hotch’s daughter!reader

You should’ve called in sick.

Broken your leg.

Faked your own death.

Anything would’ve been preferable to what you were walking into now. You should’ve known the BAU’s security team didn’t fuck around.

You should’ve known.

Because when you walked into the bullpen that morning, coffee in hand and still slightly flushed from the very good, very illegal orgasm Spencer had given you against a locked conference room wall at 9:07 the night before, the last thing you expected was for evidence of it to be printed and waiting for you.

Fuck. No. No, no, no.

Your stomach dropped like an elevator in freefall. You stepped fully into the bullpen—and then you saw it.

Your desk.

Spencer’s desk.

Each with a stack of paper.

Not files. Not case notes.

Photos.

Black and white grainy photos.

Security footage.

Of you.

Of Spencer.

Photos of you and Spencer doing things that should never be in 1080p resolution.

Of Spencer pressed up behind you in a darkened hallway, one hand under your skirt, the other tangled in your hair as your head tilted back in a way that could only be described as criminally pornographic.

There was another photo—his mouth on your neck, your hand down his pants, the two of you shamelessly caught mid-moan in what looked like Hotch’s own damn federal building.

You barely had time to register the color draining from your face before Spencer walked in right behind you. You saw the exact moment his brain caught up to what his eyes were seeing.

He froze mid-step. Then his gaze snapped to you—panicked, pale, already calculating a dozen potential exits and failing to land on a single one.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. The only thing louder than your panic was the sound of your father’s voice behind you.

“My office. Now.” Hotch’s tone left zero room for debate.

You turned—slow, like a horror movie—and there he was.

Standing on the mezzanine, leaning against the railing, was your father, SSA Aaron Hotchner. Arms crossed. Jaw clenched. Gaze locked directly on you like he was watching a slow-motion train crash. He turned and walked toward his office without looking back.

Which meant you had approximately ten seconds to say goodbye to your job, your sex life, and potentially Spencer Reid’s entire existence.

“Jesus Christ,” you hissed, grabbing the papers and crumpling them in one furious, humiliated fist. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you dared a look at Spencer—who had just walked in behind you and froze mid-step like someone had hit him with a tranq dart.

“Oh,” he said faintly. “That’s… bad.”

“No shit, Reid.”

Morgan didn’t help. “So that’s what ‘after hours paperwork’ means. Got it.”

“Derek,” JJ said quickly, nudging him with an elbow, but the damage was done.

Emily appeared from the break room, coffee in hand, sipping like it was tea. “I told you guys to watch the cameras. But nooo, why listen to the profiler who’s been caught on video twice?”

“Three times,” JJ corrected, grinning.

Emily pointed her cup at her. “That last one didn’t count, we were undercover.”

“You were making out in the conference room.”

“Under. Cover.”

Spencer looked like he was actively negotiating with the universe to collapse into the floor and swallow him whole. He ran a shaking hand through his hair, eyes darting between you, the photos, and the hallway that led to Hotch’s office like he could somehow reverse time through sheer panic.

The walk to Hotch’s office felt like a funeral procession. When you reached the top of the stairs, he didn’t gesture for you to sit. He just shut the door with a click that sounded eerily like the end of your lives.

“I’ll speak first,” he said, voice clipped. “Before either of you attempt to justify whatever the hell this is.”

Spencer opened his mouth anyway.

“Don’t.”

He shut it.

Hotch stepped around his desk, looking between the two of you like he was trying to not imagine the exact images now burned into his retinas.

“I trusted you,” he said, looking at Spencer.

Spencer physically flinched. “I know.”

“I asked you to keep her safe.”

“You did.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

You stepped forward. “Dad—”

He held up a hand.

“I don’t want excuses. I don’t want apologies. I want answers. How long?”

You hesitated.

Spencer caved.

“Eight months.”

You turned and stared at him. “Spencer.”

“What? He’s gonna kill me either way, might as well be honest.”

Hotch looked like he was doing long division in his head. “Eight months… that’s before the Miami case.”

You nodded.

“You lied to me. Both of you.”

“That’s not fair,” you said. “It wasn’t just lying, it was… omission. Careful omission.”

Spencer shot you a look like now is not the time for semantics.

“You were in my house, Reid. With her.”

Spencer swallowed. “I slept on the couch.”

“Bullshit.” Hotch stopped pacing. Faced you both.

“There’s a security breach because you couldn’t keep your hands off each other in the elevator? And now the entire team knows.”

“They don’t know—” you started.

“Oh, they know.” He gestured to the photos. “The FBI knows. Internal Affairs is going to love this. And I am trying—very hard—not to send you off to college halfway around the world.”

Silence.

Then, he turned his glare directly onto Spencer. “You. Are thirteen years older than her. You’re her coworker. Her superior. And you thought it was a good idea to sleep with my daughter?”

There was a very long, very painful pause.

“You are adults. Technically. You make your own decisions. Stupid ones, apparently.”

“Sir—” Spencer started.

“I’m not finished.” His eyes narrowed. “If either of you ever—and I mean ever—do anything like that on federal property again, I will have both your asses in front of Strauss so fast she’ll develop a stroke mid-sentence.”

“Yes, sir,” you both said.

“And Reid?”

Spencer flinched.

Hotch took a step forward. “I swear to god, if I ever see your hands on my daughter again outside the context of saving her from a serial killer—”

“Understood, sir.”

He took a deep breath. “I am going to say this once. Whatever this is—” he gestured sharply at the photos “—it ends. Today.”

Silence.

Spencer looked like he’d been punched.

You just blinked.

“Ends?” you echoed, numb.

Hotch’s jaw clenched. “I can’t have this kind of recklessness on my team. You’re compromising each other in the field, and if it goes public—”

Spencer tried to speak. “Hotch, I—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” your father cut in sharply. “There is going to be an internal review. A written reprimand. And if either of you ever pull something like this again—”

You couldn’t help yourself. “We’re not children—”

“You’re my child,” Hotch snapped, turning to you. “And he’s my agent. Which makes this entire situation a professional and personal disaster. And if you think I’m going to just let it slide because you’re my daughter, you’re dead wrong.”

You dropped your gaze, tears welling in your eyes. “You know what the worst part is?” he said, angrily. “It’s not that you violated federal property regulations. It’s not even that you breached the most basic professional ethics.”

Your breath caught.

“It’s that you thought I wouldn’t find out.”

Ouch.

You shrank under his stare. Spencer looked like he might vomit.

“Sir,” Spencer started. “I never meant for—”

Hotch held up a hand. “Dr. Reid. If you want any chance of keeping your job, I suggest you don’t finish that sentence.”

Spencer looked like he wanted to fold into the floor. “Sir, I care about her. I didn’t—I don’t—take this lightly. I know how it looks.”

“You don’t,” Hotch said flatly. “You don’t know anything about what it looks like. To a father. To a boss.”

The room fell quiet.

Then Hotch exhaled, long and slow. He looked tired. Disappointed. Which, honestly, was so much worse than shouting.

“I’m going to step away before I say something I regret,” he said. “But let me make this clear.”

He looked between the two of you—scathing, cold, unreadable. “This ends now. Or you both walk.”

You didn't realize you were holding your breath until he walked out of his own office, leaving the door open behind him like a gaping wound. You could still hear your heart pounding, see the grainy black-and-white ghosts of your bad decisions fluttering like confetti across your memory.

Spencer swallowed hard. “I didn’t mean to say eight months,” he whispered.

You turned to him slowly. “Really, Spence? That’s the problem here?”

“I panicked.”

“No kidding.” Your voice cracked under the weight of it all. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

Spencer sat on the edge of Hotch’s desk, his hands knotted between his knees. “I’ve never seen him like that before.”

You snorted. “You’ve never dated his daughter before.”

He winced. “Technically, I still am.”

You looked at him sharply. “Are you?”

Spencer’s breath caught.

Because that was the part no one had said yet. That was the part hanging over you like a guillotine. This ends now. Or you both walk.

The ultimatum wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t negotiable.

You or the job.

Each other or everything else.

And Spencer Reid didn’t just love the BAU. It was in his bones. It was his purpose, his structure, his sanity.

“Are you?” you asked again, softer this time.

He didn’t answer. Not with words.

Instead, he crossed the room, dropped to a crouch in front of you, and took your shaking hands in his. “I want to say that it doesn’t matter. That I’d pick you every time.”

You stared at him, already hearing the but coming.

“But I can’t lose this job,” he whispered, pained. “It’s not just work. It’s lives. It’s you, too. And if I stay, I can’t be with you.”

You felt something fracture inside your chest.

“So that’s it?”

He looked up at you, haunted. “If I thought I could walk away and still protect you… if I thought you’d be safe—”

Your laugh was hollow. “I’m not a victim, Spence.”

“I know. I know that. But you’re his daughter. And I was supposed to—God, I was supposed to be better than this.”

Your throat tightened. “I don’t want to end it.”

“Neither do I.”

He closed his eyes. “Tell me not to go. Tell me to walk away from all of it, and I will.”

You opened your mouth—and then stopped.

Because you could see it in his eyes.

You couldn’t do that to him.

Not when he was already tearing himself apart just to stand in front of you.

“No,” you whispered. “I won’t be the reason you leave.”

“Then this is the part where I say goodbye.”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Spencer reached for your hand one last time. Pressed a kiss to your knuckles like he was memorizing the weight of it. “I meant it,” he said quietly. “Every second. Even the ones on camera.”

A bitter smile cracked through your tears. “Yeah. Me too.”

Then he stood.

And walked out of Hotch’s office.

And you sat there alone, trying to decide which was worse:

That your father had been right.

Or that you'd loved Spencer Reid enough to let him go.

a/n: age ain’t nothing but a NUMBERRR

⋆•★⋆ MASTERLIST ⋆★•⋆

[salem-s]

18+ mdni.

PLAYING THE PART UNDER THE SICILIAN SUN ── RAFE CAMERON

SERIES MASTERLIST

𓇼 ⋆.˚ SYNOPSIS ── When your image-obsessed mother catches you and Rafe Cameron (your friend-with-benefits) in a compromising situation, you must lie and say you're dating. It spirals out of control when your mother invites him to your cousin’s upcoming wedding in Italy, and even more out of control when he says yes. ── fake dating, friends with benefits, she fell first but he fell harder, college au. ── contains fluff, angst, smut (chapters marked*).

𓆉 ⋆.˚ CHAPTERS

01 ─ 02* ─ 03* ─ 04* ─ 05 ─ 06 ─ 07* ─ 08 ─ 09* ─ 10 ─ 11 ─ FINAL* | WORD COUNT 101.6k

𓆉 ⋆.˚ BLURBS ── FEELING EACH OTHER | more coming soon…

𓆡 ⋆.˚ NOTES ── This is a Rafe x fem!reader story. No use of Y/N. ── The only OC-leaning detail is that she has an Italian speaking grandmother (or grandmother-like figure) and can speak the language. ── This story is 18+. Do not interact if less than.

© 2025 salem-s please do not copy or replicate work unless given permission from me. mdni.

[hikikomoriheadphonegirl]

[jinusajas]

06/05/25; 07:22pm

{ drabbles / headcanons }

[ how you help them when they are feeling stressed ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

you could feel the way sylus tenses up in response to your mere presence upon entering his office. his hands were outstretched, fingertips barely grazing the surface of the record player. the syllables that make up his name become locked within the confines of your throat. yet his posture was just too taut-

seemingly ready to spring into action at the slightest movement. you knew that if you couldn’t decipher his body language, then it was sure to end badly for you.

instead of confronting him (asking meaningless questions like what was wrong and how can i help) you give him the space he needed to calm down and work through any demons that he has.

even as you shut the door, you could see the way his shoulders visibly relaxes, knowing you made the right choice as the door became a physical barrier between you and him. you left him alone for several hours while in the company of mephisto, with you doing some chores around the base while making a simple meal for dinner.

with the mechanical crow’s eyes on you, you carry sylus’s portion toward his office, giving the door gentle taps before leaving the tray on the marble floors. despite how empty you felt without speaking to sylus, you knew it was best to give him all the space he needed.

opting to stay in one of the many guest rooms, you take your nightly shower and dress in one of your favorite robes, turning yourself in for the night.

the sheets felt too cold against your bare legs, almost foreign as the place was void of the lingering scent of his cologne. fighting back tears, you fluffed up your pillow and fell against it with an audible huff, clenching your eyes shut as you prayed that sleep would take you.

the moment you woke up, you were dimly aware of how the time read 3:43am and the sensation of powerful arms wrapped around your waist. the subtle sweetness of his cologne makes you visibly relax, your eyelids growing heavier as you felt the way sylus’s hands were intertwined with yours.

the sounds of his gentle snores was more than enough proof that sylus had gotten over whatever had upset him earlier, with him following you to the spare bedroom as he held you tightly within his embrace.

and there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

the clock was ready to strike at midnight when the sounds of the door unlocking makes your ears perk up. ready to greet zayne, you stand off to the side, only to be met with the disheveled version of your lover.

his ebony locks appeared to he a mess of tangles, as if he had spent the entire day running his hands through them. zayne barely looks at you, choosing instead to slam the door shut before disappearing into your shared bedroom.

zayne’s lack of acknowledgment admittedly left a bitter taste in your mouth, and you felt your heart breaking in response. never before had he given you the cold shoulder-

as if looking at you was the main source of his misery.

your throat clenches up in response, with you silently reheating his dinner that you had made for him hours ago. while you worked on warming up his food, you heard the sounds of the shower running as you visibly relaxed in response.

once his dinner was neatly placed on the table, you grab some extra sheets and blankets from the closet, quietly making your way to the guest bedroom. the room felt colder than usual, becoming all too evident as to how it was rarely used as you spread the comforter and sheets across the queen sized mattress. climbing onto the stiff mattress, you swallow back your tears and prayed that sleep would find you.

minutes seemed to morph into hours as you continue to lay stiffly on your side, unable to find the comfort of sleep without zayne holding you so gently against his chest. as you were close to wallowing in your misery, you stiffen at the sound of the door opening.

your name tinged with guilt falls from zayne’s lips as he shuts the door behind him. his every footstep was heard echoing throughout the room before you felt his added weight against the bed. you don’t resist him when he pulls you into his embrace, placing a kiss against your hair while muttering soft apologies to you.

soon, you began to feel drowsy, feeling his warmth seep into your bones as you cling to him as your sole source of comfort.

tensions were high within yours and xavier’s apartment, and you weren’t sure how to respond as you could feel the heat of his fury wafting off of him in waves.

you desperately wanted to do something-

to do anything to help with soothing his anger.

yet when you reached out to him, all you got was a slap against your hand in response. darkness was seen within his gaze, hiding the once true blue quality of his eyes as you took a step back in response.

he mutters something beneath his breath before leaving you alone within the apartment. as you were left alone, you felt your heart reeling from the aftermath of his expression-

like you were someone he despised.

the memory of his burning gaze kept replaying within your mind, yet deep down, you knew that something must have happened at the hunter’s association that made him lash out at you.

sensing that you needed to give him some space, you chose to get a spare blanket from the closet, making the couch your bed for the night until xavier worked through his anger. tears ran down your cheek, dampening your skin until you fell into a restless slumber.

you were uncertain how much time had passed, becoming roused from your sleep when you felt a warm hand gently framing at your face. “hey, scoot over. if you’re sleeping here, then i am, too.”

blearily opening your eyes, you saw xavier’s guilt ridden face in front of you. he rests his head against yours, making you swallow thickly before telling him, “you take the bed, i’ll stay out here until you feel better.”

“i already feel better, and i was stupid for taking it out on you.” not even giving you a chance to protest, xavier manages to pick up your form before settling himself on the couch. he places you directly above him, hands traveling down your sides while drawing comforting circles on your back.

hushed apologies were whispered throughout the night along with some shared kisses and promises to never let anyone’s emotions get the best of them.

rafayel seldom gets stressed-

but when he does, the young lemurian can and will do everything in his power to keep you within his embrace. he’ll turn up his charm and whine and beg at you to stay-

never once letting you out of his sights as he keeps you with your limbs locked together in an embrace. it was during these rare moments that rafayel will allow you to be the big spoon. he’ll bask in your warmth and the lingering scent of your shampoo, using your chest as a pillow as he vented to you about his day.

seeing his pouty expression while giving his full lips a plethora of kisses was the highlight of your day (and when he wasn’t busy being your second shadow) you would try to make him his favorite meals.

even during moments where you would attempt to give him his space, he would simply track you down and tackle you into giving him cuddles for the whole day.

and tonight was no different.

rafayel had spent several days finishing up an art piece, which in turn got in the way of his sleep schedule. he was put in a bad mood when a pounding migraine began to hit in response to the days spent without sleep. with all of the lights shut off, rafayel clings to you, hiding his face within your chest while softly whining about how painful everything felt.

yet you remain by his side all the same, kissing away his whimpers while threading your fingers through his hair, lulling him to sleep while allowing the migraine to melt away into the land of dreams.

much like rafayel, when caleb was ever stressed, instead of pushing you away-

caleb would try to keep you by his side for as long as possible. to him, you were the sole source of sunlight within his monochrome life-

what tied him to this world instead of gravity itself.

so during such trying times, it was difficult for the colonel not to find solace within your embrace.

just seeing your gentle smile and basking in the way you said his name was enough to make all the trials and tribulations of his day disappear into thin air.

there were times where caleb wanted nothing more than to keep you tied to him, wishing on numerous occasions to manifest the red string of fate itself to intertwine between both of your fingertips-

forever tying you to him.

during moments where he’s unable to voice his words aloud, he’ll simply crawl into your embrace. the rough tinge of yearning in his voice as he calls out your name would be your cue to delve your fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp while pulling him closer to your chest.

with his head turned, he’ll listen to the steady sounds of your beating heart, finding peace that you existed in the same world-

in the same timeline as him.

end notes: not my best work, but i wanted to write some more fluff and comfort and take a break from all the nsfw stuff for now ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ currently unedited bc im too lazy hhhhhhhhh i’ll make any necessary changes later

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[ruffboijuliaburnsides]

I'm not sure fandom babies understand how much info they generally get on fics on AO3. Especially the ones who complain about certain kinds of content. TIME WAS YOU COULD NEVER KNOW IF THERE WOULD BE SHIT YOU DIDN'T LIKE IN FICS.

Like, okay, take this header from a fic I loved in LotR fandom back in 2002, on the LotR forum/website I preferred:

That provides... essentially no info on what's actually in the fic, y'know? It's 6 chapters and appears to mostly be about Frodo and Pippin, and it's rated G, but other than that, take a risk, right?

Or take this header on Livejournal for a fic I posted in 2008:

This was actually an extremely in-depth fic header at the time. There were a lot of people who didn't bother adding notes, word counts, or even characters of focus. "Warnings" was an optional entry, and I only bothered adding it bc the fic had significant spoilers for an episode that had aired recently. There are other things I'd tag on it now, but those weren't "tagged" at the time by most people.

I'd show off an FF.net header but I can't actually get the site to load tonight.

Like, it was controversial that a fic challenge community I was in on LJ in '07 or so took down a fic someone submitted because they didn't warn for sexual assault. Because we had no rule about being required to warn.

And some of y'all bitch that AO3 allows thoroughly-tagged content that you can easily avoid and not accidentally read, and if you accidentally read it bc it's not tagged, you can REPORT it????

Nah. Fuck that and fuck you. AO3 should not censor content posted to it, but I have not seen a fic in YEARS that doesn't have more info about the content of a 100 word drabble than I would've ever given for a 4k word fic back in the day. Not because I specifically had bad habits, but because WE DID NOT PROVIDE THAT INFO AT THAT TIME.

Sorry just. I saw something earlier today being critical of AO3 and just. Y'all don't understand how good you have it. You really really don't. And on the one hand I'm glad that you always had this quality of tagging, but on the other fuck you for acting like it's not fabulously thorough for asking if there's common triggers in it.

[alternate-real-ities]

Subject IND1

This document reports the events that transpired during a controlled study conducted on [REDACTED], who consented to participate in our trial, to document the physiological, cognitive, and behavioural changes in a human subject infected with a new strain of the Asian Flu, here denominated by the acronym IND.

To help recording the results, Dr. Kenji Nakamura, the lead researcher, recorded his observations throughout the experiment.

The subject was a young caucasian male, with a lean build and average height. He was selected for the trial due to his good health and lack of pre-existing conditions. The experiment was conducted in a secure laboratory environment, with all necessary precautions taken to ensure the safety of the subject and the research team. Below you will find the transcription of his observations.

Audio transcriptions:

[Recording begins]

[00:00:06 Nakamura] : "This is Dr. Kenji Nakamura, lead researcher on the Asian Flu IND strain project. Subject IND1 is now secured to the examination table. The strain has been already administered. Initial observations indicate a rapid increase in body temperature and heart rate. Subject appears agitated, but this is expected given the nature of the virus."

[00:00:25 Security] : "Dr. Nakamura, are you sure this is safe? Those restraints don't seem that sturdy."

[00:00:33 Nakamura] : "Yes, yes… I understand your concerns. But this is a controlled environment, and we have taken all necessary precautions. The subject is well behaved, in good health, and I will be closely monitoring his vitals."

[00:00:47 Security] : "Alright doc, if you need anything, just call us. We'll be awaiting further orders."

[00:00:54 Nakamura] : "Thank you."

[Door closes]

[00:01:02 Nakamura] : "I will now begin the examination. Subject IND1, can you hear me?"

[00:01:07 Subject IND1] : "Y-yes… I can hear you…"

[00:01:10 Nakamura] : "Good. I need you to remain calm. I will be monitoring your vitals closely. Please describe any sensations you are experiencing."

[00:01:18 Subject IND1] : "I… I feel hot… really hot… and my heart is racing…"

[00:01:23 Nakamura] : "That is expected. The virus is designed to increase metabolic activity. I will now take your temperature."

[00:01:30 Nakamura] : "Temperature is elevated to 39.5°C. Heart rate is 120 bpm. Subject's skin appears to be slightly flushed, and there is a noticeable increase in perspiration. I will continue the recording when the subject's condition changes."

[Recording stops]

[Recording resumes]

[00:49:52 Nakamura] : "The subject appears to be more calm now. Heart rate has stabilized at 110 bpm. There is a slight increase in body hair on the chest and belly. Moreover, it appears that the subject's hair is darkening slightly. The perspiration still continues, but the subject seems to be more comfortable than before. I will now take a blood sample for analysis."

[00:50:10 Subject IND1] : "Doc… my head… I think I have a fever..."

[00:50:19 Nakamura] : "That's a common symptom with the flu. Do you feel anything else?"

[00:50:25 Subject IND1] : "I don't know how to explain it but… my chest feels tingly… and it's like there are invisible hands rubbing it."

[00:50:33 Nakamura] : "Invisible hands? That is interesting. I will note that down. Please continue to describe any sensations you are experiencing."

[00:50:42 Subject IND1] : "I feel… sick…"

[00:50:45 Nakamura] : "Do not worry, the mortality rate of this virus is less than 1%. I will keep monitoring your vitals from a distance. Thank you for your cooperation."

[Recording stops]

[Recording resumes]

[01:34:17 Nakamura] : "This is Dr. Nakamura again. About 45 minutes have passed since the last recording. The subject's skin tone has deepened to a light tan. There is a noticeable increase in body hair on the arms, legs, and face, which has darkened slightly."

[Muffled sounds]

[01:34:41 Nakamura] : "Subject IND1, can you hear me? Please try to focus."

[Muffled sounds]

[01:35:00 Nakamura] : "Hmm... the subject's pupils are dilated. He appears to be mumbling incoherently in his native tongue. Subject IND1, are you there?"

[Muffled sounds]

[01:35:17 Nakamura] : "It seems that the subject doesn't seem to be able to respond at this time. I can observe involuntary muscle fibers twitching. It also seems that his musculature is becoming more defined, his facial features seem more masculine than what they were an hour ago... I will continue to monitor his condition."

[Recording stops]

[Recording resumes]

[02:15:43 Nakamura] : "Nakamura here. The subject's skin has darkened to a warm brown hue. There is a significant increase in muscle mass, particularly in the chest and arms. Facial features are changing further than before, with a more pronounced jawline and cheekbones. The subject appears to have developped stronger facial hair in the last 30 minutes."

[02:16:08 Subject IND1] : "Doc… I... why am I here again?"

[02:16:19 Nakamura] : "You are participating in a study, Subject IND1. Please try to focus. Can you describe any sensa-"

[Loud moan]

[02:16:32 Nakamura] : "Oh my... the subject appears to be experiencing a heightened state of arousal. This could be proof that the virus affects the hypothalamus. I can feel a strong odor emanating from him. It is quite intoxicating."

[02:16:50 Subject IND1] : "Doc… get me out of here…"

[02:16:56 Nakamura] : "I will do that as soon as I can. Please try to remain calm."

[02:17:05 Subject IND1] : "Fuck… my lul…cock… it feels heavier…"

[02:17:14 Nakamura] : "The subject appears to be developping an accent. Sentences are shorter. Abdominal muscles seem to be defined into an almost clear six-pack, covered by his growing body hair. Will report back later."

[Recording stops]

[Recording begins]

[03:12:37 Nakamura] : "This is Dr. Nakamura, and I'm afraid I've lost track of the time. The subject's transformation appears to be complete. His skin has deepened to a rich ebony hue, and his features are distinctly Indian. He now possesses a broader nose, fuller lips, high cheekbones. A totally different masculine version of what he used to look like 3 hours ago."

[03:13:02 Subject IND1] : "Doctor…"

[03:13:06 Nakamura] : "Yes? What is it?"

[03:13:10 Subject IND1] : "Doctor… I need… I need you."

[03:13:19 Nakamura] : "It appears that the subject is feeling infactuated. This is likely the virus attempting to spread itself through intimate contact. His smell is stronger than before. There is a chance that his body started producing pheromones to attract other males. I can feel something only from his odor. I must remain focused on my work."

[03:13:52 Nakamura] : "I will now take a blood sample for analysis. How are you feeling, Subject IND1?"

[03:14:00 Subject IND1] : "I feel… good… bhai…

[03:14:05 Nakamura] : "The subject's speech incorporates Hindi words, interesting... There's an increased mass in the pectoral region, evident from closer inspection, covered by a thick layer of shiny sweat. This is trully a marvelous specimen to behold...

How did you get out of the restrain-"

[Struggling sounds]

[03:14:29 Subject IND1] : "Yes bro, take my smell…"

[Muffled screams]

[03:14:45 Subject IND1] : "You like my pits, don't you? I smell so good…"

[Recording cuts out]

The audio recording stops at this point.

[CLASSIFIED INFORMATION]

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A security camera in the lab was able to capture the events that followed. The footage shows Subject IND1 breaking free from the restraints and approaching Dr. Nakamura, who appears to be in shock.

Dr. Nakamura's pleas were cut off as the transformed subject grabbed him roughly, holding him in his pits. The subject's powerful, muscular body pressed against Nakamura's, his broad chest leaving the doctor drenched in his sweat. We believe that a strong, musky aroma emanated from Subject IND1, based on our current data.

"Shh, just relax bhai," Subject IND1 purred in a deep, accented rumble. His large, calloused hands made quick work of the doctor's pants, yanking them down to his ankles and exposing his pale skin. "We're just 2 bros having some fun together… nothing wrong with that heh?

Subject IND1 hooked his thumbs into Nakamura's underwear and pulled them down, revealing the doctor's most intimate places. Nakamura whimpered, face flushed with unwanted arousal as the subject's thick, hard cock grinded against his ass cheeks, leaving sticky trails of pre-cum on his skin.

"Arre yaar, look at this tight little lund," Subject IND1 growled appreciatively. He then spat crudely into his palm, slicking up his massive, veiny shaft before notching the swollen head against Nakamura's quivering, virgin hole. With one brutal, deep thrust of his powerful hips, he buried himself balls-deep in the doctor's ass.

"AAAHHHNNN!" Nakamura screamed at the sudden intrusion, fingers scrabbling uselessly against the metal table as Subject IND1 began to move. The room filled with the obscene slap of flesh on flesh and the heady, musky scent of their coupling. Beads of sweat rolled down Nakamura's brow as his body struggled to adapt to the relentless pounding.

Then, suddenly, Subject IND1 grabbed Nakamura's hips and flipped him over onto his back. "Ride me, bhai," he commanded with a wicked grin, pulling the doctor on top of him. "Take what you need."

Nakamura gasped as he found himself straddling the subject's thick thighs, that massive cock spearing up into his guts. His own dick bobbed lewdly between them, drooling pre-cum onto Subject IND1's abs. As if in a trance, Nakamura began to move, hips rolling and bouncing on the subject's lap.

"Yes, just like that," Subject IND1 groaned, hands gripping Nakamura's waist hard enough to bruise as he thrust up to meet each downward grind. "Fuck yourself on my big Indian cock, bhai. Take your pleasure!"

Subject IND1's cock seemed to grow even larger inside Nakamura's stretched hole, veins pulsing as it pumped the doctor full of its virile, Indian essence. Nakamura could feel it, hot, thick and alive, changing him from within. His own dick throbbed almost painfully between his legs, swelling a bit, the head flaring and darkening like Subject IND1's.

Nakamura could only moan brokenly in response, eyes rolling back as he felt something powerful rising up inside him. His skin began to flush a deeper, richer brown, muscles swelling and hardening beneath the surface. Dark, coarse body hair started to sprout along his arms and legs, thickening with each passing second.

"FUCK!" Subject IND1 roared in Hindi, slamming up into Nakamura one last time as he exploded inside the doctor's ass. Nakamura screamed as the wave of transformation crashed over him, back arching like a bow as his skin deepened to a richer, ebony hue. His muscles swelled into hard, defined slabs, abdominals popping out in a perfect six-pack that glistened with sweat.

The musky scent of their coupling intensified, filling Nakamura's nostrils and clouding his mind with lust. Body hair continued to sprout across his chest and back, curling slightly as it darkened to a deep, glossy black. His nipples hardened into small, sensitive nubs.

Then, Subject IND1 gripped Nakamura's hips tighter, fingers sinking into the firm flesh as he began to thrust again, fucking the doctor throughout his transformation. Each stroke sent jolts of pleasure through Nakamura's body.

Nakamura's dick pulsed and twitched between them, growing longer and thicker with each passing second. The shaft thickened, veins and ridges forming along the surface as it darkened to a deep, ruddy brown. His balls swelled and tightened, churning with backed-up cum.

The room filled with the sounds of their grunts and moans. Nakamura could feel his mind changing too, thoughts shifting to the need to rut, to breed, to dominate… The doctor threw his head back and moaned. His skin rippled and shifted, the last traces of his old self melting away as he embraced his new identity - an Indian stud, strong and virile.

As the transformation reached its peak, Nakamura's dick erupted like a geyser, painting their chests with thick ropes of hot, sticky cum. His body shuddered and clenched around Subject IND1's cock, milking it for every last drop of his Indian seed.

Finally, panting harshly, Subject IND1 pulled out with a wet squelch, his softening dick slipping free of Nakamura's gaping hole. A flood of pearly white cum poured out in its wake.

Nakamura lay there for a long moment, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. When he opened his eyes again, they were dark and almond-shaped. He sat up slowly, muscles rippling beneath smooth, ebony skin, and turned to face Subject IND1. "भाई, मुझे बहुत अच्छा लग रहा है" - says the newly improved doctor. He flexed an arm, watching the bicep swell into a perfect, round dome.

He turned to Subject IND1, eyes glinting with a newfound purpose. "I need to get out of here, bro…" he growled in a thick Indian accent. Then, with only his lab coat, Nakamura got out of the facility thanks to his keycard, while IND1 lay there spent on the floor.

It wasn't until hours later, when Dr. Nakamura still hadn't reported back, that security was alerted something was wrong. They found Subject IND1 alone in the lab, a satisfied smirk on his face as they led him away in cuffs.

But by then, it was too late. The IND strain had breached containment, in [REDACTED], were it could spread rapidly. We are still trying to find Dr. Nakamura, but we fear it may be too late for him as well. Subject IND1 is still in our custody, so that we can study this new strain of the virus. We will continue to monitor the situation and report any further findings.

[End Report]

[daylighted]

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤBABY ! READER.

meet baby . . . again, because she's not someone that you should be unfamiliar with, if you know the winchester boys ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ a hunt gone wrong leaves dean without a car, and a personified version if it in its place ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ resilient and reliable, loyal and loving, baby is more than happy with the shift in dynamic ㅤ — ㅤ so long as it keeps her alongside her favorite person in the world, dean.

LEATHER & LACE !! baby arrived into human society in nothing but a worn, faded black leather jacket and a pair of lacy panties, prompting shell-shocked dean to fork over his jeans in efforts to preserve the modesty that she could not care less about. the black jacket is the human translation of dean's car's black coat of paint, and the panties have no explanation beyond dean's petty-driven theory of a final nail in the coffin of the witch's curse.

NOT CALLED BABY FOR NOTHIN' !! the name was given to baby, first, as a show of affection and appreciation that dean had for the car he inherited. now that said car was a girl with her own identity, dean has stuck to calling her such due to her innocence when it came to existing as a human being. and, though he'd never admit it, the affection he felt lingered tenfold now that he'd come to terms with her existence.

BIRTHMARKS !! baby has two "birthmarks," or scarification marks that came with her shift from car to girl. pale skin knits together neatly in the form of two scratchy initial signatures over each clavicle: D.W. and S.W. dean's, on her left side, directly over the beat of her heart, and sam's, on the right, never far behind when it came to being at dean's side. it is not known for a fact if either winchester knows of the existence of these marks; though it's highly likely they know of some sort of mark existing there, with how often baby tends to casually undress.

LISTEN TO HER PURR !! of all things that the winchesters have encountered, a car turned girl is not a repeat offense that they've witnessed. every day, something new is uncovered about baby; how she reacts to things, how much fire one girl's mouth can spit, how many memories translated into her head from the leather of the seats. there is not often a moment of silence or peace, not with baby around, though the lapse from routine is a welcome one, with how hard the job they do can be at times.

SO THIS IS LOVE !! it is without a doubt that baby came into existence with a predetermined love and devotion to dean. whether it is another jab from the witch's curse, attempting to poke a thorn into the soft press of dean's side, or if the bond between a man and his first love, his car, exists as true thing. dean chooses to not think about either option, simply wanting to believe that baby picks him everytime on her own free will. he does not, in fact, think about why he wants her to be consenting and aware in her devotion, either.

POCKETFUL OF SUNSHINE !! it is unknown if any special abilities or powers came in baby's human form, as the car information booklet that'd been collecting dust in her glovebox was now lost to the void. however, it is known that the leather jacket she came to fruition in seems to have bottomless pockets, holding things lost with time and forgotten, like sam's old toy soldiers, or a stuffie, wedged so deep under the seat for so long that neither of the winchesters remember it existing. perhaps the updated '67 chevy impala instruction manual is lost in the depths of those pockets, too.

—ㅤㅤㅤFOLLOW THE MAP !! ㅤ ๋࣭ ㅤ ⭑ ㅤ ⋆ ㅤ ⭒ ㅤ ˚ ㅤ ｡ ㅤ ⋆

. . . or, the chronological timeline of baby!reader. full map, including pitstops, unraveled here ㅤ — ㅤdiscuss baby!reader nation here !! official join the roadtrip post coming soon.

live out your baby!reader dreams in the interactive version, only found on c.ai.

01. how baby!reader came to be. 02. someone's gotta tell sam. 03. he cuddled with her anyways. 04. the girl behind the wheel. 05. baby's first case! 06. not off the hook. 07. learning about reading and feelings with sam winchester. 08. baby does not, in fact, know how to drive.

—ㅤㅤㅤPITSTOPS !! ㅤ ๋࣭ ㅤ ⭑ ㅤ ⋆ ㅤ ⭒ ㅤ ˚ ㅤ ｡ ㅤ ⋆

. . . or, the pinnacles of thoughts and headcanons about baby!reader. join the discussion in the link above !!

ㅤㅤㅤ✇ baby does not take shit from no man! + sweet dean stuff or whatev ㅤㅤㅤ✇ baby's thoughts on castiel. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ the one where baby calls dean on his shit. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ kiss it better! ㅤㅤㅤ✇ mary's revival. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ social anxiety HATES her! ㅤㅤㅤ✇ meet matilda, the witch who started it all. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ baby learns her abcs. sam is sick of the alphabet. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ dean is NOT raising a beige baby. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ how the lovebirds fall into love. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ baby beefs with someone's big black jacked up truck. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ loving each other & all their broken pieces. ㅤㅤㅤ✇ coping mechanisms.

notes. this took me 5k years and cost me my left leg. if it takes me 619238499 years to update this / keep it updated... mind ur business i have only one leg now and 5k less years to my lifespan </3 u can find all other discussion related stuff not listed here + all of this in the baby!reader tag on my blog <3 on the chance that i start slacking on keeping this up to date.

layout inspired by my pookie twin @deansbeer <3 !!! seriously don't know how u did this still bc my GOD.

tags. @titsout4jackles @honeyryewhiskey @ultravi0lence14 @figthoughts @theosaurous @stereotypicalbarbie @whyyouegg @eepwtf @rositaslabyrinth @rubyvhs @abox-of-rocks @sunsbaby @bluemerakis @jollyhunter @misatxox @angelblqde @bombarda-babe @unfortunate-brat @funkycoloured @chevroletdean @chiierful @cowboysandcigarettes @voidsuites @bitchykittenconnoisseur @beausling @soldiersgirl @dulcescorderitas @hyacinnths @blushpinkdoll @mccartneyqp @svbnra + all of the rest of baby!reader nation if u needed a central hub to catch up LMFAO.