#i am however so awkward and (◕_◕) faced but i love babies a lot

[odysseys-blood]

most of the time im like i rly wouldnt want to be a parent but sometimes looking at babies is so 🥺🥺🥺

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Heyy bbg 😩

How was ur dayyy, mine was ok i went shopping 😘

Whats ur favorite colorrr, i like blue 😝

How would the boyz react to breaking the bedframe during sum rough... activities 😉😏😩😳

Dont forgor to drink water and get atleast 6 hrs of sleep pls 🥺

Heyyy! I am so sorry this took me so long to start on, I went a little MIA there, lol. So of course my first post of 2024 is OM smut lol Happy 2024 everyone! Now, on to the hcs! Mature content below the cut. Warnings for Levi's section, implied monster f*ck*ng, very slight.

Lucifer

This bastard makes no secret of how proud he is to make a mess of MC.

His reaction depends on the position, if the bedframe cracks while he is on top, then he makes sure MC's safe before continuing elsewhere.

MC's barely had time to comprehend that the bedframe gave way underneath them before Lucifer is scooping them up and resuming their activities on his desk or against the wall.

"Lucifer, did we-?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, my darling. Now, sing for me~"

But. If that bed breaks while MC's on top? That is a very different story.

"Look at you, taking me so well even the bed can't take it~"

"Go on, love, do it again."

Demon does not give a shit, clasps MC's thighs and holds them up while he thrusts up to meet their hips.

He may act mildly displeased at having to buy a new bed, but that aura of pure pride rolling off him the next day is fooling no one.

Mammon

Let's face it, he's so sex-drunk he probably didn't notice. He's too busy overstimming himself to the point of tears, pretty noises pouring from his kiss-bitten lips with shameless abandon.

He's the Avatar of Greed after all, and here is his greatest treasure, all naked and pretty for the taking, giving him everything he could ever want. Why in nine circles of hell would he stop?

He'll fuck until the mattress hits the ground, or until MC tells him to stop, because he always retains enough of himself to keep them safe.

Once they're done and laying on a skewed wreck of a bed, sweat colling on their skin, that's when Mammon finally notices.

"Hey...what happened to the bed?"

MC chuckled, pressing a kiss to his brow. "You happened, baby."

His cheeks turned pink and he hid his face in their neck as though he could hide the blush from them. MC felt him grinning against their skin, until the reality struck him.

"How the fuck am I gonna explain this to Lucifer?"

Leviathan

He also wouldn't notice, but not for the reason you might think.

Usually, Levi is a very sweet lover, tends toward the submissive side and lets MC set the pace.

However...

For their lovemaking to get to the point of breaking anything, it's because Levi has gone absolutely feral.

I'm talking more demon than anything else, growling and snarling instead of whimpered, sweet moans tumbling from his lips.

You'd better believe he'll break the bed, the only thing that will stop him is MC, and if they choose not to...

He'll break a lot more than the bed.

Satan

Believe it or not, I don't actually see this happening with Satan.

He's so cautious of his wrath around MC in the bedroom that I'm no so sure he'd even be comfortable playing rough.

The most that happens with him is toppling a pile of books or something. Once, he accidently knocked into a shelf and used himself as a meat shield for MC as the avalanche came down.

That made for an awkward evening when poor Beel come to the rescue.

Asmodeus

Let's face it, if he did it, it was on purpose.

Asmodeus knows exactly what he's doing when it comes to MC's pleasure, knows exactly how to make them writhe just so that it was actually the human who let magic slip in their daze and cracked the bedpost.

The Avatar of Lust chuckled against their sex, his head buried between their thighs and his eyes alight with pure sin. "What else can I make you break, lovie?"

"S-sorry..."

"Oh no sweetheart, don't apologise. Let me see how much more I can make you sing for me~"

[boydepartment]

valentine’s day with enhypen

a/n: yipppeeee this has been in my head for the past couple days :3 i am listening to true crime with my mom rn. i also! have been writing that valentine’s day heeseung fic :3

warnings: none- fluff!

4-5 bullet points per member

MASTERLIST

🎀jungwon🎀

- jungwon was a little awkward for the thought of valentine’s day. he flirted with engenes a lot, probably too much! however… this was real

- he had to NEEDED to impress you. so the plan was set in stone, jungwon decided to pack a picnic for you both.

- you might be thinking, it’s february- it’s too cold! jungwon thought about this, and so he was prepared.

- he ended up renting a room in a super high building and set up your “picnic”

- you both had dinner by candle light while looking at the skyline, it was super romantic and jungwon definitely impressed you

💋heeseung💋

- if you thought jungwon was nervous, heeseung was shitting his pants. i’ve always said this, heeseung is not how he is on stage- off stage. heeseung is such a loser (lovingly.)

- however… you are also a loser! (lovingly)

- heeseung decided to set up a game night with board games and video games. he bought alcohol, and a ton of fun snacks.

- you guys ended up cuddling and playing games all night, he held you in his arms and would constantly kiss your the back of your head or neck to distract you.

- you would end up roughhousing after accusing him of distracting you so he could win. all lovingly though.

🌸jay🌸

- THIS MF WAS PREPARED. he has been waiting his whole life for this. he cooked everything himself, he bought the nicest alcohol he could, and he kicked everyone out of the dorm.

- you were excited too, you brought matching pajamas and he ate those up. jay was so excited to share the day of love with you. he was giggling when you weren’t looking.

- every gift he got you was expensive and thoughtful because he listens so well to you. your voice is jay’s favorite sound.

- prepared to get spoiled even when you guys are cuddling watching a movie.

🌹jake🌹

- jake has never had a serious relationship nor was he prepared at all for valentine’s day. however he is a fantastic person when it comes to going with the flow

- valentine’s day is next week? oh no problem, he can get reservations for that restaurant you’ve been wanting to try.

- and he does! he is so lucky!!! now it was time for him to plan, his gifts are half homemade and an activity for you both to do after your walk home.

- he’s really romantic and has a hand on you the whole night, it makes him appreciate the holiday more. so the next year you are going to be MEGA spoiled. especially because you got him a collared shirt with your lipstick stain on it. that made him insane.

🩷sunghoon🩷

- “oh…”

- that’s immediately what sunghoon said when he realized he actually has a valentine this year. HE HAD NEVER HAD A TRUE VALENTINE. immediately he starts researching.

- be prepared for the classic valentines. he makes cards for you out of paper, all handmade, and he slips jewelry you’ve wanted in each heart. then he puts all the hearts with jewelry in them in a new purse.

- he shows up to your house on valentine’s day with a smile on his face. you had completely forgotten about the holiday and it made him giggle. you promised to make it up to him and he just smiles with a simple “okay baby.”

- you’d never have to make it up to him, you dating him, and living him was enough.

💌sunoo💌

- “WHAT DO I GET MY GF?”

- sunoo was stumped, he spoiled you 24/7 what was he supposed to buy you? he could get you that new skincare… or a new purse…? maybe new shoes. UGH! this was frustrating him…

- then it clicked to him. a destination valentine’s day.

- that’s how you found you and your boyfriend in new zealand for valentine’s day. he saw it was beautiful and there were fun little things to do, sunoo was all for it and so were you.

- you both took so many photos and enjoyed spending time alone together.

- sunoo even thought maybe you’d spend next valentine’s day here….

🍓riki🍓

- he called his mom, begging her for help. she wasn’t a lot of help if he was being honest. but he refused to go to jake until the very last minute.

- jake was no help either! what was he supposed to do?!

- one day you walked in and confessed that he had to be prepared for his valentine’s day present because it was homemade and you were a little insecure over it. he felt his heart melt.

- he knew exactly what he had to do. he went to different jewelers and different shops to make you your own handmade bracelet. he made sure that it wasn’t too heavy so you wouldn’t have to take it off. he made sure that all the materials wouldn’t wear over time. he worked his ass off.

- when you guys exchanged gifts he was giggling, you had made him a bracelet too. he felt so connected with you. it was his first true valentine’s day and he loved it.

[bamsara]

Could you please do No. 2? "I'm dying" "You're not dying." Just imagining moon fed up with Y/N, also LOVE your stories btw, have a great day bam!

Moon Centric | Wordcount: 700 | AO3 Version

Set in the time period where Moon is not yet reinstated as DCA, still has 'glitch issues', Reader is somewhat used to it.

Since the coffee maker in the employee's lounge was broken since the start, and you're not entirely sure what they put in the drink at the pizzaplex's own cafe, you've made a habit of getting your morning coffee from the 24/7 gas station you frequent on your way to the pizzaplex whenever you have an early morning or super late night shift.

This night, however, you forgot.

You got your gas, even got a snack to munch on in the way out after saying hello to the gas station bot, and got all the way to the pizzaplex parking lot and unbuckling seatbelt before realizing you forgot the most important part of your day: the caffine you needed in order to get through the shift.

Well, you'll just have to go without.

And it sucks.

You're tired, a headache is on it's way, your eyes feel droopy. Monty says something in passing about how you're slower than usual, and even Freddy makes an awkward, concerned observation about how sluggish you seem to be and even offers his sofa to you for a nap. You politely decline, of course. The task list isn't going to complete itself.

Moon is, as expected, rather excited that you walk around work with slow movement like easy prey. So that's why you turn the lights on in the kitchen area as you're mopping so he can't make a sudden grab for you in here.

Said animatronic sits at the doorway, where the light and the dark between the kitchen and the adjacent room meet. It blurs over his pants, the contrast making white pupils against black eyes stand out further in the dark. A bit of a danger sign you've started to recognize, but you're basked in the light (as much as it hurts your eyes) and keep a flashlight on you at all times for a reason.

His head spins at a slow speed the entire time you're mopping, watching you with rampant attention. "You're tired." He says, and you audibly sigh. "Come here. Come to sleep."

You resist the urge to lean on the mop, turning to stare at him with dark circled eyes. "That is like the fifth time you've said that to me within the hour."

"You should take a nap." He ignores your statement, default wide smile on his face. Sitting criss-crossed on the ground, his fingers pluck at the carpet in mindless behavior, threatening to pull it up like grass. He sways a little when he talks. "Then I'll stop saying it."

Dramatically, and on purpose, you groan into the air of the kitchen loud enough that your voice echoes off the walls. "Great. Not only am I exhausted-" Your words make something in the animatronic tick, the sound of claws getting hooked into the carpet, the click of his head turn stopping at an angle. "-but I'm also getting harrassed by my coworker. I do not have the energy for this."

"Whiney baby." Moon chuckles, voice low and quick at the end. "I can fix that."

You don't even look at him, continuing to mop what looks like tomato paste stained on the floor. "I can complain as much as I want."

"Moody." He comments, amused. "Cranky."

Your nose wrinkles up as you finish up, picking up the mop bucket an dumping it into the sink. "Well, yeah I am. I'm dying."

A scoff. "You're not dying."

"I'm totally dying here." Careful not to get mop water on you, you stash the supplies in the corner of the room for the staffbots later, and thumb around for the small flashlight in your pocket. "Totally dying."

As you approuch the doorway, hand hovering over the kitchen's lightswitch to turn it off, Moon's bouncy behavior stills, like a predator getting ready to pounce. "I can fix that. Come here."

You flick on the flashlight and point it towards his feet, and the reaction is immediate; the animatronic leaps up, hisses in the motion, and practically scuttles on all fours up the wall as you chase him with the light beam. "Yeah, yeah. Go back up into the rafters, Starboy."

[aboutdifferentthings]

Jess never stood a chance with Lorelai. 

I have read a lot about Lorelai trying to be nice to Jess and trying to help and what a douche bag he was because of the way he talked to her in 2x05. I will not say that he was not  harsh and rude but, honestly, I get it. In fact, I do not only get it, I find him quite restrained during the episode until it is just too much. His wording was far from best but  he was completely right about he said.  

What happens in 2x05 is  what sets the path of their relationship because as Lorelai herself said once.  

And Jess is not what she wants him to be. She wants Jess to be like she was at his age but he is not and that is what she never gets. 

She has a bad disposition towards him even before she meets him. She tells Luke  if he needs her she will be there but it just sounds forced because she only says it after not getting him to say she is right.

But what I think is the key are these two sentences.   

These sentences show how Lorelai has no faith in Luke doing this but guess who is a great communicator? Guess who is going to be able to straighten him out with her charm? Yes. Exactly.

When Lorelai and Jess meet Jess is being polite enough.

He says ‘hi' he waits (more or less patiently) while she says her daughter can show him where the wilding takes place   ( half joking, assuming he is wild). He goes after  ‘the class is dismissed’ line. She gets upset. She was expecting him to  laugh around her jokes because she was being cool and nice?  He is angry, he is hurting, he has all the right not to be happy but she is not taking that into account because she is in the ‘I know what to do’ mode. 

When Jess meets Mia, he acts more or less the same than with Lorelai . It is not personal, it is how he is feeling.

However the difference between Mia’s and Lorelai’s reactions is huge. I am Happy Lorelai found Mia, I wished Jess had found someone like Mia too.    

Luke and Jess make it to the dinner (the worst of the nightmares for a socially awkward teenager)  but he stills holds it. Lorelai’s face when she does not get him to be supper happy because he got invited to her house with a bunch of strangers after being kicked out from his home says it all. 

She is so ready to fix this boy and his situation because she knows.  

Jess still behaves when he meets Sookie and Jackson and he gets to interact with Rory and ask her to bail with him ( he needed hardly one minute to ask her to walk around with him or sit on a bench and look at their feet, just saying). 

He stays, and he would have made it to the table but he needed some air, and he took the beer and she finds him. If she would have just said. - Sorry Jess no beer allowed today, we are waiting for you at the table, I am sure  he would have come in ( not in the best mood, probably but he would have). Instead she goes with the fake tone again, half joke, over acting ‘refreshing’ and from there to the you are not hungry. And Jess talks. 

He says he is not hungry but she does not listen and she ‘guesses’ ‘you do not want to be here’ and he talks ‘I doesn’t matter’ but she is still not listening, she goes on 'in Star Hollow'…. Of course he doesn’t want to be in Stars Hollow, he wants to be home, and she does not get it because she ran away from home and was happy to find Stars Hollow and Mia and she assumes it is the same for him. She run from home but Jess wished he had one. And here comes it, The little advice….  

No Lorelai, you have not been there. This kid was abandoned by his father when he was a baby, this kid has been kicked out of his home by his neglecting addictive,  abusive mother because he was being a nuisance she didn’t need. You have been in a bad place but it was a different place, you have not been in his place. He is not playing the ‘my parents don’t get me thing’ he is not maybe screwed,  his feelings are not maybe valid instead his parents do not love him, he has been living in a traumatic situation you can not imagine all his life, his feelings are totally valid. Are you really telling him he is lucky? Yes, she is.

Here is the thing, she tried to be Mia but the problem is that she is not being genuine. She is doing it because she wants to be the cool understanding adult who totally gets this rebel boy and to show Luke how well she can handle the situation and how clueless he is, but it backfires because she is the one being clueless:  Jess is a high sensitive boy who is going  through a lot and she has zero empathy with him. She patronizes him and what happens is that he can see through her, he can feel no connection, he could never trust her because she thinks she already knows everything so she does not listen, she has zero interest is what is really going on with him.

You can see the change of expression in Jess’ face the second Lorelai says Luke is very special. He detects something but she is so absorbed in her own discourse she can not read Jess and she still has the audacity to say ‘you are so lucky’. That is the last straw. He snaps at her with the 'you are naive or you are getting some’ but really, what did she expect? 

She expected him to say: ‘yeah, thank you, you are right I will give it a chance I am sorry I took the bier’. And when this does not happen she wants to smash a pie in his face and decides he is screwed forever. 

She is completely overreacting because she can not believe he has not surrender to her. And she decides to hate him from here to the end of times. She will never accept he might have a good side. She will hold onto this conversation and build her own image of Jess. No matter if he, Luke or Rory try  to change her mind, she will always think the worst of him. 

Let me show you what Mia tells Emily about the day she met Lorelai.  

And what Emily answered.

Emily would have wanted Lorelai to find someone who did not listen to her and sent her home. She never listened to Lorelai. Lorelai never listened   to Jess (and very little to Rory). Lorelai wanted to be Mia  but she turned out to be Emily.

 He never stood a chance with her. 

[obey-my-twisted-logic]

Name-Your-Friend : You find a rather tall boy with an interesting look in your yard at Ramshackle. Despite your initial wariness, something draws you to the man and an interesting friendship blooms. Platonic!Malleus Draconia x GN!Reader

Synopsis : you make a new friend who's almost as bad at socializing as you are. He's quiet, gentle and awkward in a way that's endearing. He won't share his name, so you decide on a nickname as you confide in this mystery man. Begins the night after Riddle's Overblot.

Warnings : general spoilers about the game Disney's Twisted Wonderland. Light fluff, purely platonic and friendly, use of personal head canons and what I know about the game pre book 5. Slightly different from the in game meetings but same vibe. INCREDIBLY SELF INDULGENT BECAUSE HORNTON IS MY BEST BOY. Reader is normal font. All thoughts and musing by Malleus are italic.

Authors Note : this has been living rent free in my head since I first met Malleus in game. They can't show us every second and every interaction, so I think there's a lot of late nights he visits because he's just as lonely, and it's nice to have someone who's not groveling, calling him "my prince" or scared of him. God I love him.

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You were physically and emotionally done for the day. Grim was passed out and dreaming of tuna all ready while you began to close the curtains. As you did, something caught your eye. Something? More like someone. You couldn't tell from this distance but because of the lighting of the moon, you could see a student of NRC just staring at your house.

It definitely startled and when you made eye contact from the window you pulled the curtains shut and dropped to the floor. Why did you feel like you'd been caught peeping? After a moment of collecting yourself, you pull on a hoodie over your pajamas and stuff on your shoes before making your way down and out of the house.

The ghost trio gave light teases as you passed. A midnight tryst?! And so soon! You'd have to introduce them. You waved them off, a little annoyed but mostly focused.

Had he run off? You can't help but wonder as you step outside into the brisk air. Scanning your surroundings you find him nearer than before. He had what you could barely call a smile on his calm and handsome features. He was so beautiful you felt inferior. Shaking off the nerves, you stepped onto the dying lawn and stood beside him, looking up to see what had caught his eye.

You weren't sure if he acknowledged your presence, but he made no move to leave or brush you off. He just continued to stare up at your roof.

"Is it the gargoyles?" You ask suddenly. It was the only thing of interest you could spy. It kind of fit his spooky yet handsome appearance. "I couldn't believe myself when I was first dumped here. Old place has a lotta very cool bits and bobs, even if it is falling to pieces..." You grumble that last bit, still frustrated that Crowley had been avoiding the topic of fixing the roof, despite all your work so far. The near perfect grades you got, handling Riddle's outburst and Overblot without dying, and just generally baby sitting some of the rowdier students.

"A child of man?" Was the first thing he said. You try not to gasp, he had such a pleasing voice. "To my knowledge, this dorm has been abandoned and forgotten for quite a while." You noticed for a split second a look of confusion. Had you not been studying his face, you may of missed it all together.

"Ah yea, I had heard that from some of the ghosts and the headmaster. My name is [Y/N], I'm Ramshackle Dorms new Prefect." You explain quickly and offer your hand.

A moment passes, and you begin to feel a fool for offering your hand to a stranger. He does however accept it within his firm gloved grasp. "A pleasure to meet you child of man. I am-" he paused and shook his head. "My name matters not, you may call me what you wish. Though careful, you may come to regret it." He gave a playful smile, exposing sharpened canines. Between the horns and his teeth, you knew he wasn't human. This didn't scare you near as much as it should, but then again three of your roommates were ghosts.

"Shy?" You ask with a shrug and give it a thought. "How about Hornton? It's a bit on the nose but it's all my brain can come up with."

He bursts into laughter, giving you his first genuine smile. "You are quite fearless child of man. Truly." He gives you one last smile. "While it's been pleasant having the ruined house to myself, I look forward to what you bring to the future." He gave the gargoyles a fond look. "Remember the gargoyles as you fix things up, and give it attention." he finished with a short bow, as he burst into a beautiful green light, leaving nothing behind but some fireflies.

What a magical way to end a very long and unpleasant day. You hoped he'd visit again, he was pleasant to be near. He gave you an odd calm feeling, even though his aura screamed danger.

~~~

You intrigued Malleus Draconia greatly. Not that he had revealed his name. Despite his overwhelming aura, you approached him with little to no hesitation.

In the following months, you'd catch him admiring the quiet of your house, even going so far as to give you advice on how to deal with the OctoTrio when they had taken hold of the dorm, threatening to leave you homeless in a world that wasn't your own and was hardly kind. Especially not kind to those without magic.

Other times you'd join him in his quiet studies of the gargoyles and surrounding forest. Occasionally you would break the silence with questions or just to add your own musing to the about the surroundings and recent event. You told him about everything, from mundane classes to nightmarish Overblotting of several Housewardens.

His favorite part about you was how you genuinely treasured your time with him. You never pushed for his identity, happy to have him as your gargoyle enthusiast friend Hornton. He found himself chuckling over the name, even when not around you. Lilia had asked about you more and more as he noticed the lingering visits Malleus spent at Ramshackle. He waved it off, merely stating he needed to check on you, his "Child of Man" who was almost completely alone in a terrifying new world, full of a magic you had never seen before. Lilia would always laugh and nod along, even going so far as to deliver a holiday card when Malleus could not himself.

Not long after the winter, he was once again in front of Ramshackle, waiting patiently for his Child of Man. He was surprised when he heard your familiar footsteps. Not surprised by them exactly, more stunned by the speed and noise that you made rushing to open your door.

"Hornton!" You exclaim and practically threw yourself at him, embracing him. It felt like so long.

The embrace surprised the fae dragon, but he caught you none the less, carefully returning the embrace. "Awfully excitable tonight aren't you child of man?" He teased lightly.

You beamed up at him with a pleased grin. "Yes! Tonight is important. It's very special." You assure him, kicking your door gently open further.

Freeing yourself from his embrace, you give him a little bow and extend your hand for his. Before he could even pout, you continued to smile at him and take his hand. "Ramshackle is finally presentable enough for me to invite you in. Hornton," you begin to lead him inside. "I welcome you in to my dorm, come have a drink or something! I'm excited, you're the first person I wanted to invite in."

"You're inviting me inside Child of Man?" Malleus asked surprised, but genuine smile and delight on his face.

"Of course! You're one of my best friends, and I wanted to share this with you as soon as I could." You led him in and rambled about how you had to enlist Azul and professor Trein to finally get Crowley to get off his ass and make the place at least a safe haven from the elements.

Malleus had stopped listening from the moment you confirmed the invite. All he could do was smile and keep his hand in yours. You truly were special. His Child of Man would always remember to invite him, always remember to have him in your life. He quite looked forward to that night, and any following adventures he would have with you.

[juanarc-thethird]

Follow up to I accept your proposal. Blake invites Jaune to join her in meeting her parents. It is weird but he goes there expecting to just go as a friend. However Blake surprises everyone by putting on the collar and comes out to everyone that she is his pet. She goes into the gritty details about their sex life to Jaune's embarrassment. How Kali and Ghira respond to this is up to you.

I just change it a little bit, I hope you like it.

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I Accept Your Proposal! Part 2

At a small and private coffee shop.

Blake: Thanks for coming Jane. Having you here makes me feel safe.

Jaune: No problem, but why do you need me to talk to your parents. I mean, they're your parents, I don't think they're going to be mad at you for whatever you're going to tell them.

Blake: We'll see.

Ghira: *In the distance* Are you sure this is the place?

Kali: Yes I am.

Blake: *She turns around and she sees her mom and dad* Mom, Dad, we are here!

Ghira: *Happy* Blake!

Kali: *Happy* My baby!

She runs towards her and hugs her. Her father follows behind and embraces the two women in a group hug.

Ghira: We are glad to see you dear daughter.

Kali: You look so thin, are you eating well?

Blake: *Chuckles* I'm fine mom.

Ghira: *Looks at Jaune*

Jaune: *Nervous* Hi

Ghira: Is he a friend of yours?

Blake: Oh well, he's someone important. *She blushes*

Kali: Oh~ Looks like my girl is all grown up now.

Ghira: Is he your...?

Blake: Why don't we sit down and I tell you guys everything.

They each take their seats and look forward to what Blake will say.

Blake: Okay. She takes a deep breath. He is Jaune Arc and he is my…

Jaune: *Happy* (Wait?! Is she going to say what I think she's going to say?! Is she's going to introduce me as her....)

Jaune/Blake: (..boyfriend?!)/...Master!

Ghira/Jaune: WHAT?!

Kali: Oh my!~

Ghira: Is this true! Are you her Master?!

Jaune: Wait a minute! I never agree-!

Blake: Yes he is, and I have this to prove it!

Blake opens her shirt slightly revealing a collar that has a heart plate that says property of Jaune Arc.

Blake: *Proud* See! This is proof of our love!

Kali: *Awkward* Honey, I know it's none of my business, but why?

Blake: You should have seen it seen mom. The first time we did it, it was magical. He put me on a leash and handled me like his kitten. He made me lick his big dick like a popsicle, god I love that taste~ Then he put me on all fours and gave me so hard from behind that my legs were shaking after 1 orgasms. And the body odor from him, gosh~, it's so addictive. Just smelling it turns me on so much. But best of all, after he uses me as his fuck toy, he holds me in his arms, he caresses me, gives me a lot of kisses, and he whispers to me how much he loves me. For me it is like a piece of heaven on earth.

Their parents don't say anything, they are silent. On the other side, Jaune covers his face from embarrassment and fear of what has just happened and what is going to happen. Whatever it is, it can't be a good thing.

Jaune: (Somebody kill me Please!)

Blake: So, do I have your blessing to keep seeing him?

Jaune: (Are you stupid?! They would never accept something like this!)

Kali: *Happy* But how wonderful! You found a good man. Lucky you.

Jaune: (Eh?)

Ghira: I must admit that I was somewhat surprised. But you are already an adult woman, it was a matter of time for this to happen. But I am happy that he is a man like you, Jaune. Please he takes care of my daughter.

Jaune: Yeah sure... Hold on! How can you two be okay with this?!

Ghira: *Embarrassed* Oh well… Is a funny story.

Kali: *Smiles* I handle this. Well Jaune, our relationship is not much different from yours.

Jaune: Wait. You're telling me that you and your husband are…

Kali: That's right. I am his Master and he is my big fluffy cat. *Rubs his belly*

Ghira: Honey please, we are in public.

Jaune: You are the Master!... I admit, I didn't see that coming.

Kali: A lot of people do.

Blake: So, can I have your blessing?

Kali: Of course, but with one condition.

Blake: Which is...

Kali: We want grandbabies!

Ghira: Lots of them.

Jaune: Wait, we are still young. We should focus on-

Blake: *thumbs up* You got it!

Jaune: Blake!

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

the future

Summary: Frankie and you finally talk.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem. Reader; Marcus Pike x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, fluff, angst, implied complications at childbirth, implied childbirth

A/N: This is the last chapter. I hope you like how I let it end. Thank you all who read this little angsty experiment that was supposed to be a one shot.

Part of the (Ir)replaceable series

You had just finished lunch when there was a knock on your door. Marcus looked at you, mouthing, are you okay? You nodded, giving him a small smile before he walked over to your door to open it. 

You slowly got up to follow him when you saw Frankie walk into your kitchen. He was pushing a stroller in front of him. 

“Hi,” he said as he saw you. 

“Hey.”

“I hope it’s okay. I walked over here. He just fell asleep… I…”

“It’s fine,” you nodded. 

“I’ll be in the office if you need me,” Marcus stood behind Frankie gesturing towards your office where he had been working from, looking at you. He had insisted on giving you two time and space to talk, but wanted to be close, just in case you needed him. It made you love him a little more. 

“Thank you,” you smiled softly. 

Frankie watched you as you rounded the kitchen table. 

“You want something to drink?” you asked him. You felt a little nervous to be alone with him, your nerves on edge. Your baby girl had been kicking like crazy today and you felt like it was almost time, which did not help your nerves. 

“Water would be great,” Frankie said, stepping into your kitchen. 

You fixed him a glass of water. 

“Let’s go to the living room. My back is killing me and I wanna lay down if you don’t mind,” you gave him the glass, his finger brushing over yours as he took it. And you were surprised to not feel…. Anything. 

Frankie used to have the talent to make you squirm with a single touch. But now… nothing. 

“Sure. Is it okay if I take the stroller there too?”

“Sure,” you nodded. 

This was awkward. 

Frankie was just looking at you without saying anything. You were half sitting, half laying on the sofa, Frankie sitting in the armchair across from you.

You never used to have issues finding something to talk about to each other.

“So… How is Mateo doing?” you finally asked. Smalltalk was a good start, right?

A small smile sneaked to his face. 

“He’s… He’s perfect. When he’s not crying. He’s almost sleeping through the night which apparently is something that’s not normal.”

“Sounds like you got lucky,” you hummed. 

He sighed. 

“With him? Yeah. With the rest of my life? Nope,” he laughed humourless. 

“Frankie…” you sighed. 

“Would you… let me say something first? You can yell at me after, I don’t care. I just need… I just need to say some things,” he looked up at you and into your eyes for the first time. 

You gulped before you nodded for him to continue. 

“I am an asshole. I knew what I was doing from the very beginning and nothing I will ever say can express how sorry I am for how I treated you. I am so fucking sorry. You… You should know that I really fell in love with you. I am in love with you, which is why I want you to be happy. And from what I can see he makes you happy.”

“Frankie…” you whispered. 

“I honestly don’t know what is wrong with me. I’m… I’m working on myself. In therapy. And I… I want to be there for you however you want to let me. I want to meet our baby. I want to be a father. And Mateo and the baby could grow up together.”

“What… What about your wife, Frankie?” you asked softly. 

He sighed, and you saw him blinking his eyes as they filled with tears. 

“She lost a lot of blood after the delivery. There’s… I don’t understand everything but she’s at the hospital. In a coma. It’s… It’s unlikely she’ll ever wake up,” he whispered. 

“I’m… I’m so sorry Frankie.”

“Guess I had it coming with how I fucked up this last year,” he shook his head to himself. 

“Don’t…. Don’t say that. You fucked up. Big time. But… Frankie, this isn’t your fault.”

“Does feel like it,” he shrugged.

“I shouldn’t have punished you like I did. I just… I was so hurt. And heartbroken. And you kept pushing and pushing and lying and…”

“I’m sorry I showed up at your doorstep. That… It wasn’t okay.”

“No it wasn’t,” you agreed with him. You took a deep breath.

“But that’s in the past. Therapy and Marcus helped me to focus on what’s important. And that’s her,” your hands came to rest on your belly. 

“It’s… It’s a girl?” he whispered. You smiled a little, nodding your head in agreement. 

“Yeah. I… I haven’t decided on a name. I like Caroline, Marcus suggested Luna, which I also love,” you shrugged. 

“Marcus is… he seems great,” Frankie said carefully. 

“Yeah. Yeah he is. I…” you stopped yourself. Talking about your feelings in front of Frankie…

“You love him,” he said softly. You sucked your bottom lip in. 

“I… I don’t know…” you lied

“You used to look at me like that. With that… sparkle in your eyes,” he said, smiling sadly. 

You both were quiet.

“I like Luna too,” he said after a while. 

“Yeah?” you asked. He nodded. Your eyes widened when you felt a kick against your hand. 

“I think she approves,” you chuckled. 

“Can… Can I?” he asked. 

“Yeah, come here.”

Frankie stayed for dinner. 

While Marcus was protective of you, he wanted to get to know Frankie. If things continued with you and your relationship, Frankie would be in his life too. He did not want to start on the wrong foot. Marcus knew you were still healing from the betrayal you suffered from Frankie, but if you could make an effort to forgive him, why should he hold a grudge?

Though if he ever chose to hurt you ever again, Marcus would definitely have words with the man.

Frankie helped Marcus cook dinner, while you fed Mateo his bottle. He was like a mini version of Frankie and you wondered how your girl Luna, as the three of you had now decided, would look. 

You were beyond ready to find out. 

And for the first time since finding out you were pregnant you felt completely at ease. 

It was during dinner, Marcus and Frankie were deep in a conversation about some… ball…. game you were not interested in when a sudden pain in your stomach made you inhale sharply. Both Marcus and Frankie’s eyes were on you immediately, Marcus reaching over to touch your hand. 

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“I… I think it’s time. I think the baby is coming.”

Marcus released a breath, before he shook himself out of it, getting up from his chair, smiling at you. 

“Are you ready?” he asked, kneeling next to you, his hand in yours. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready to meet her,” you smiled. He kissed you quickly, before he got up.

“Gonna get your bag,” he said and disappeared. You closed your eyes, breathing in deeply. 

When you opened your eyes Frankie was there, looking at you. He seemed anxious. 

“Are you okay?” you asked and he huffed a laugh. 

“You’re about to deliver a baby and you ask me if I'm okay?” 

“Well… yeah,” you shrugged. 

“I’m… I’m fine. I’m gonna head home and….”

Marcus walked back into the kitchen and you frowned at Frankie. 

“You don’t want to come to the hospital? I’m sure you can bring Mateo…”

“Uh… I… I didn’t know you wanted me there…” he said quietly. You took Marcus hand, letting him help you stand up. He pulled his arm around your middle. 

“Frankie, if you want to go home, you can. But if you want to be there when I give birth to our daughter, I won’t stop you.”

A million different emotions could be read on his face, tears welling in his eyes. 

“I’ll be there.”

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Hewwo!! Sorry I have two blogs on here but my agere one is babybatdani. I was wondering if I could request a birthday themed fic? I am not a very happy little in May, especially on my birthday since they haven't been happy times. I was hoping that Bucky and Steve could surprise their little and make it a positive thing? Also I don't wike cake, but I love pie :) If you have time of course and no worries if you are too busy 🖤

Birthday Pie

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Cg!Stucky x Little!Reader

A/N: HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY IM SO SORRY IM PUBLISHING THIS A WHOLE MONTH LATER 😭 I hope it's still able to bring you a little bit of joy anyways💕 also I combined it with the Build-A-Bear birthday request from my 🧸💗 nonnie because I just thought the idea was perfect! I've never actually been to BaB fro my birthday, maybe I should this year... why not? 🤔 well enjoy!! 💕🥳

You never looked forward to your birthdays. The calendar taunted you as it counted down to your special day. As the days drew nearer and your daddies didn’t say a word about it, you felt maybe this was for the best if they just forgot. At least then you wouldn’t have to bother getting through it this year. Having all the attention on you was awkward anyways. However, you were woken up on that dreaded day by Steve and Bucky, entering your room with a plate of waffles and a candle on top. 

“Happy birthday, angel!” They said in unison, softly as you’d just awoken.

You didn’t answer, you only scrunched up your face and turned over in bed, your back now to the two men. Bucky handed the plate to Steve and moved closer, laying a warm hand on your back.

“Baby… what’s wrong?” He asked sweetly.

“Don’t wanna.” You grumbled under the blankets.

“Don’t wanna wake up? But we made waffles!”

“Don’t want… birthday. Don’t wike it.” You said, your voice getting softer with each word.

Steve blew out the candle that was dripping closer and closer to the waffle and sat the plate on your bedside table before joining Bucky at your side.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry. We should have asked you first, but we wanted to surprise you.” He said.

“We had some things planned today, but if you want, we can just pretend it's a regular old day.” Bucky added.

This caught your interest. In the past, your birthdays had come and gone without much fanfare, and it had been a very long time since someone had planned something for you.

“What was the plans?” You asked shyly, and Steve and Bucky exchanged a glance.

“Well, first we were gonna take you to the mall and let you pick out your own presents.” Bucky began, and your eyes widened.

“Then, we were planning to meet up with the gang at the diner.” Steve continued, referring to the local spot that served your absolute favorite pie. 

“And then, we would come home and smother you with all the love and kisses in the world. But we were gonna do that anyways.” Bucky concluded with a smile. 

You thought to yourself for a moment. Part of your brain wanted to stay stubborn; all your birthdays had been bad, why should this one be any different? But none of your birthdays had been spent with Steve and Bucky before, so you decided to give it a chance.

“Well… can it just be us at the diner?” You bargained, deciding this would all be a lot easier without having so many people around. Bucky took your hand in his and pressed it to his lips.

“Baby, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. This is your day.” He said reassuringly. 

You munched on your birthday breakfast while Steve picked out an outfit from your closet, and when you’d finished eating, he helped you get dressed. When your hair was all brushed and your shoes were tied, Bucky carried you down to the car and strapped you in. They made it clear that you wouldn’t have to lift a finger if you didn’t want to today. 

When you arrived at the mall, the first place you stopped was Starbucks for your birthday treat. Normally, your daddies wouldn’t let you have this much sugar in one day, let alone in one morning, but neither of them made any complaints when you asked for the biggest, sweetest, prettiest drink they could make. You sipped your treat as Bucky carried you around the halls of the mall, making sure you could get a good look at each store and decide if it was one you wanted to go to. 

You traveled from one corner of the shopping center to the other, boxes and bags decorating Steve’s arms as you went along. New clothes, stompy boots, blankets, playsets, and even a bag of sweets from the candy store. But now, at the very end of the mall, was the store you coveted the most: Build-A-Bear workshop.

You wriggled free from Bucky’s grasp and ran in ahead of him, unable to contain your excitement. You were in your zone, and immediately got to work inspecting the boxes of different furry friends for the one you wanted most. By the time you had chosen one, Steve and Bucky had caught up with you, and you dragged them over to the stuffing & heart station where suddenly you stopped. You slowly approached the employee sitting at the station, keeping your eyes to the ground.

“Hey there!” The cheery worker said. “Do you wanna pick out a heart?”

You nodded, inspecting the different patterns and designs on the silk hearts until you noticed an area reserved for special birthday hearts. You reached your hand out and proudly pulled one out.

“Oh, is it your birthday today?” The employee asked.

You nodded again, a shy smile sneaking to your face. 

“Well happy birthday! Would you like to do your special heart ceremony?” They asked again, but this time you shook your head. Your social energy was already low on a good day, and interacting with a stranger right now was already a big enough task. You backed into Bucky and hid your face in his shirt.

“Hey, that's alright! The heart still works even if you don’t do the ceremony. I promise your special bear will always love you! Now, do you want him to be squishy, medium, or tough?”

You picked your preferred stuffy firmness, coming out a bit from your hiding spot in Bucky’s torso, to receive your bear stuffed just to your liking. You waved goodbye to the nice employee and headed over to the little washing station, where you brushed your stuffy’s soft fur. Now it was time for your favorite part: picking out an outfit! There were so many options, you could hardly see straight, when suddenly an idea popped into your head. “Since it’s my bear’s birthday too… can he pick anything he wants?” You asked, staring up at Steve and Bucky with the widest eyes you could manage. 

Little did you know, they’d already had this idea, setting aside quite a large budget for your stuffy’s new wardrobe. You picked outfits similar to ones you owned yourself so you and the bear could match, and to your delight, they even had some of the Avengers outfits in little bear sizes! Naturally, you chose the Captain America costume to always remind you of your daddy. Finally, it was time to check out, and you opted to forgo the cardboard carrying box in favor of getting to carry your stuffy in your arms for the rest of the day. 

When you left the mall and reached the car in the parking lot, your stomach was already grumbling. “Can I have my candies?” You asked, but Steve shook his head. 

“You gotta save room for your pie, babydoll!” He laughed as he closed the trunk full of all your new treasures and came over to your car seat to ruffle your hair before getting in the driver’s seat. 

You had totally forgotten about your lunch date at the diner! Bucky asked what you wanted to listen to as he hooked his phone up to the car speaker and you pulled out of the parking lot. 

When you pulled up to the local spot, Steve turned around in his seat and told you to stay put, unbuckling his seatbelt and exiting the car.

“What’s papa doin’?” You asked Bucky, who turned around and smiled at you. “If I told you, it would ruin the surprise! Do you wanna know the surprise so you can be more comfortable, or do you want to wait?” He asked, knowing your boundaries but still wanting to give you some room to choose. 

You thought about it for a moment, unsure of how much time you had to make your choice before Steve came back out to reveal whatever he’d done. Your Steve… you trusted him, didn’t you? You trusted him to know you as well as Bucky did just now, you trusted that he wouldn’t plan something for you that would make you uncomfortable or anxious. It had always been of utmost importance to Bucky and Steve that you were able to communicate your needs so that they could take care of you as best as possible. 

“I can wait… see what papa does. Is it gonna be good?” You asked, and Bucky laughed.

“You know your papa, of course it’s gonna be good.”

Just then, Steve exited the diner and returned to the car, sticking his head in the doorway. “Well, come on in, slowpokes! Your pie’s getting cold!” He joked, and you clapped, kicking your legs in excitement as you waited for him to come around and unstrap you. 

Steve carried you into the diner on his hip, one hand on your bottom with the other holding Bucky’s. He took you to the farthest corner of the diner where multiple tables had been reserved, so nobody would bother you while you had your special treat. On all of the tables were plate after plate of every flavor of pie the diner made, and even some they’d concocted special for you when Steve had secretly called earlier in the day to let them know you were coming. 

Your jaw dropped. You’d never seen this much pie in your life! One pie in the middle of the biggest table had candles sticking out, and Bucky walked over to light them one by one.

“Do you want us to sing, or do you just want to make a wish and blow your candles out?” Steve asked. 

You looked around. The diner wasn’t that full, most of the people inside being employees you’d seen a dozen times before, so you decided sitting through the happy birthday song wouldn’t be so hard, or too embarrassing. As Steve and Bucky sang, you looked up at them in adoration, lost in the two sets of hypnotizing blue eyes. When the song finished and you leaned forward to blow out your candles, you could only wish for things to stay exactly as they are.

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Double babysitters[h.h.j][f]

Fridays were reserved for fun , regardless of the situation there should be fun, going out on movie dates , dancing in random clubs and getting completely hammered all counted as fun but what was not fun was you perched on the entrance of one of your friends houses the wind harsh against your skin as the cold seemed to paralyse your body completely , mentally preparing yourself to babysit the gremlins she called children after owing her a much needed favour .

“Yn!!” She spoke her voice filled with nerves “I’m so nervous for this date but I’m so glad you’re here although…” she trailed off her eyes looking over into her living room “ I might have asked someone else to come over and baby sit ..because you weren’t answering ..” you sighed it wasn’t that you were excited to spend time with her kids however the trip here being long and expensive..too expensive to just be tossed to the side “ I know the cab was a lot I’ll pay you back-“ she rambled her curlers still in her hair shaking as she spoke “ no no it’s okay you don’t have to-“ you began “you can stay and help if you want “ the man on the couch spoke kids on either side of him watching what seemed to be some type of cartoon he had playing on his phone .disregarding the tv completely that blared in the background , Your friend perked up “ yes you should do that , she’ll stay -“ she spoke shoving you inside with little to no room to argue .

By the time she had left you were fairly acquainted with the mystery man who the children seemed to love so much . Hwang hyunjin, or jinnie as the little one called him telling you about how pretty his hair was , as much of truth as that was the air around you two still seemed awkward as the night started “ I have an idea ! “ , the older of the two kids spoke “ let’s play Simon says !!!” His happy demeanour at the mention of the game almost contagious” nahh, that sounds boring “ the younger girl spoke her voice killing his excitement as he slouched “ well then what do you wanna do!?” He argued “ I don’t know but we always play what you want to play!!” The younger shouted back catching both you and hyunjin off guard as you both scrambled to your feet , concerned and confused stares exchanged between the two of you “ how about-“ you tried to intervene your words getting cut off as you were pulled to the side by the little boy “I’ll play with yn! I don’t need to play with you !!” He shouted at the younger girl who now clung to hyunjin “ fine I’ll play with jinnie ! He’s more fun than you anyways “ she stuck her tounge out at him .

Maybe it was the weather outside or the cold that seemed to nip at your cheeks despite being inside or maybe it was the argument between the two kids that left you feeling a little distraught as you sat , knees perched back bent from the little boys request in the game “you’re doing it wrong ~” he nagged “ you’re supposed to do it like this !!” He walked up to you now showing you how to pose “you’re not very good at Simon says !!” He spat “ I never said I was but you know what I am good at “ you smiled at his annoyed expression eye brows creased and cheeks red from frustration “ what?” He asked pout evident on his lips “ baking “ you whispered his eyes lighting up at the mention of endless sweets .

Usually you would have just made the cupcakes yourself , iced them and then called the kids down to eat them the sweet treats always seemed to ease their little arguments but hyunjins promise of it being fun and a “good bonding experience “ for the kids made it seem like a good idea to have the two of them perched up on the counter with a mixing bowl , flour coating the counter tops , the floors and most of your face as you tried to pull everything together to limit the chaos “ please don’t throw the ingredients at each other !!” You spoke stopping the little girl from flinging a handful of sugar at her brother “ hyunjin stop instigating !!“ you spoke watching as he leaned down to whisper in her ear “me !? I’m not doing anything “ he feighed innocence flashing the little girl a mysterious smirk “ ynnnn~ they’re being mean “ the little boy interrupted “ I know sweetheart and I’m sorry I’m trying to get them to stop okay just carry on mixing the batter hm?” You smiled at him turning to hyunjin “ can we just make the cupcakes so I can clean all of this up before their mom gets back “ you said frustration brimming in your eyes in the form of angry tears “sure , but not after this !!” He flung a handful of flour straight at you coating your hair and cheeks in the snow like powder . Watching as you fumed “ get out .” You spoke your words calm as your fiery eyes stared into his “ what- no I didnt- it wasn’t supposed to hit -“ he trailed concern from the little girl as she ran over to hug you her arms clinging to your legs “ jinnie didn’t mean it !! Please let him stay” she said flashing her puppy dog eyes at you .

Cupcakes baked and iced with hyunjin sat still behind the counter it left you with one more thing to do …clean . What was supposed to be a quick treat turned into a catastrophe as the entire kitchen now resembled a war zone . With the kids distracted sweet treats calming their short attention span you focused on the task at hand sweeping up the stray ingredients displayed so proudly on the floor “ I can help-“ hyunjin started “I’d prefer if you didn’t “ you spoke shooting him a smile “ but yn please let me I mean I caused-“ he spoke “ yea you did cause most of it you’re right ! But right now I just want to get it done so please go find something else to do “ with that hyunjin left silently like a sad puppy shouted at by their owner . With the kitchen cleaner than before you decided to go find the kids , giggle erupting from somewhere upstairs as you followed the sound . The rooms dark and seemingly unoccupied as you approached them leading you to what seems to be their playroom , makeshift tent clad in the middle of the room as three silhouettes sat in its warmth giggles bouncing of the plush walls . You made your way over to the fort crawling to what seemed to be the entrance “ what are you guys-“ you began catching their attention “ jinnie says you’re not allowed in “ the younger girl spoke “ huh-?” You looked at the older man now absorbed in some form of a tea party “ why not?” You asked “ you shouted at him “ the older boy spoke

“Nah uhh “ you interjected “when!?” You asked “In the kitchen !!” The two kids said together realization dawning on your face “ well yea but that’s because -“ you spoke “ no buts !! “ the little girl said pulling the blanket to close the entrance of the fort . You huffed his administrations being absolutely ridiculous, “ you’re not playing fair hyunjin !!” You bellowed on your way out of the room comfortably situating yourself on the couch blanket in hand movie ready to play , maybe it was for the best an arrangement of convenience you’d let hyunjin play with the kids allowing you to relax it only seemed fair after all it wasn’t like you were wanted there anyways .

It seemed like hours before you heard from either of them chalking it down to someone falling asleep and the other following suit but what you didn’t expect was the loud bang that resounded around the house catching you off guard as you ran up the stairs slipping in process “ kids !? Are you guys okay!! “ you spoke your voice thick with concern as you approached the play room only to find the two younger kids gathered around hyunjin who was now crouched down holding the side of his head in pain “ yn!! “ the younger boy spoke “ jinnie got hurt!!!” The little girl exclaimed tears in her eyes as she looked at you “ it’s okay it’s okay I’m here don’t cry “ you said sending her a reassuring smile before leaning down to meet the man infront of you .

Hyunjin sat on the bathroom counter refusing to sit on the side of the tub because it seemed “uncomfortable “ his height now making it difficult for you to dress the wound ultimately leading him to bending down “ how did you even get hurt this bad ?“

You spoke concern on your face as you fiddled with the bottle of antiseptic “ I hit it on the corner of the table ..” he pouted “ agh you should be more careful you almost gave me a heart attack “ you said now walking between his spread legs to access the wound on his head , hyunjin pouted “ I didn’t mean to ..it just happe-“ his words cut off by a hiss when you pressed the cotton ball of antiseptic to his wound

Your hand coming up to cup his cheek “ did it hurt I’m sorry “ you spoke your lips pursed as you blew cool air against the wound , hyunjins eyes trailed over your face , taking in the concern in your eyes and the plushiness of your lips , his hands slowly coming up to meet your waist spreading warmth across your body . Your cheeks tinged as you looked at him his gaze now darker than it was before his lips slightly parting as he starred at you “does it still hurt ?” You asked your voice barely a whisper “ mhmm “ hyunjin hummed as you broke eye contact searching for a bandaid “ do you want the pink one or the blue one “ you asked smile evident on your lips “ blue -“ he spoke watching your playful gaze as you opened the plaster “ I think the pink one looks better “ you giggled placing the bandaid on his wound your fingers trailing across the plastic as his eyes watched you , you cleared your throat in attempt

To clear the tension now forming between the two of you “and.. here we go you’re all done !!” You said backing away from between hyunjins legs the position causing your cheeks to burn “ no” he spoke pulling you closer to him your hips meeting the counter as his hands landed on your waist “ no?” You asked confused “ you’re forgetting something “ he said “I am?” You asked “mhmm you’re supposed to kiss it better “ you scoffed “I’m sorry?” You said “yea I mean it technically is your fault for leaving us alone “ he said “you told me I wasn’t allowed inside the- “ you rambled “ shhh, that doesn’t matter what does matter is my wound healing !! And it’s not gonna heal unless you kiss is better “ he smiled in amusement at your flustered reaction “ do I really have to do this ?” You mumbled , hyunjin nodded watching as you sighed carefully holding his head between your hands as you placed a chaste kiss to the top of his forehead , his flesh hot under your touch as you pulled away his eyes roaming yours as you two stood the air thick around you . “ I was joking about you not being allowed inside “ he said “ yea? “ you asked smile coating your lips “ and I didn’t mean to cover you in flour ..” he confessed a giggle erupting from you at the sad expression on his face .

It wasn’t until late did you find yourself absolutely spent on the couch , after what seemed like an eternity trying to get the kids to fall asleep hyunjin soon after joining you sitting on the floor his head reclining to meet the couch cushions “ my head still hurts “ he mumbled “kiss it again?”he asked sly smirk on his lips “ yea right “ you said flicking his forehead “ this was fun..” he spoke comfortable silence filling the room “ which part ? You getting hurt or me cleaning the avalanche you caused in the kitchen “ he smiled “ you had fun don’t act like you didn’t “ you hummed “ yea I did have fun babysitting you “ you retorted followed by an exasperated sigh from hyunjin .

Fridays were rest days , sure they were you wouldn’t dispute that , but the idea of babysitting with hyunjin again indulging in new found domestic romance seemed like something you’d be willing to pass your Fridays off for .

[lemonxdaisybby]

Hello, can I ask for headcanons on dating Higashi (aka the babygirl)? Could be general/NSFW, it's up to you! Thank you so much~

I got two Higashi requests at the same time, and I am v happy because he is my favourite in the Judgement gang 💕

Link to the NSFW hcs ✨here✨

I’ve also included a few more below too! Hope you like and thank you for the ask! also sorry this is long I got mega carried away whoops

Higashi is babygirl indeed, yes.

It would take him absolutely ages to confess to you. He’d try so hard to hide his feelings at first, and instead would choose to maintain his usual tough guy facade, trying to appear all gruff and serious.

This would not work. Yourself and anyone hanging around with you two would totally catch him softly smiling or staring at you. As soon as he realises his facade has been broken, he’d clear his throat hastily and quickly return his face back to its signature scowl. He’d probably turn away in an attempt to find something else to busy himself with, flustered that he got caught.

When he does eventually gain the courage to confess, he would invite you to meet him for a coffee at a nice, peaceful cafe, with absolutely no indication of why he suddenly wants to meet up with you, alone. It would be mega confusing, but also it’s Higashi, so you’re not gonna decline a meet-up with this precious angel.

He’d seem so on edge when you arrive, he’d be very jittery and would be wearing a deep frown, and you’d notice that he can’t quite seem to meet your gaze.

He probably made an error in choosing a quieter cafe to make his confession, as it means he has to speak in a lower voice to make sure you two aren’t overheard. You’d probably have to get him to repeat the confession twice as he was so quiet the first time. He’d be gripping his coffee cup so tightly the entire time, you’re surprised it didn’t explode.

He was honestly so happy and also surprised when you accepted his fumbling confession, as though he almost expected you to reject him.

Higashi is an absolute gentleman, so with dating he would definitely take it rather slow, and he would be very conscious of boundaries. He’d absolutely hate to ever make you feel uncomfortable. He would also be rather nervous when the two of you first start dating, so expect some awkwardness.

No PDA. He would get so embarrassed. Not because of you, but because he’s got this tough Yakuza facade to maintain, and also the guys would absolutely roast him to shreds if they ever witnessed him being affectionate. He would however be okay with holding your hand, and when you’re saying your goodbyes he would give you a lil forehead kiss, although the first time he did this his face got so heated.

Higashi would make such a huge effort to make time for you. Any time you need him, he’s there in a flash. Kaito and the guys would probably tease him and tell him he’s whipped (which he would heatedly deny), but they’re also extremely glad that he’s found someone as lovely as you. They want the best for their baby boy.

He would make time for little dates with you through the week too, just little casual outings, such as meeting up for a drink and a small bite to eat at a cafe, or a casual, relaxing evening at a restaurant where the two of you can unwind and enjoy each others company over some amazing food. He’d also enjoy going on little walks with you round the city.

In terms of sex, he was so fucking nervous the first time he fucked you. He is a massive over-thinker, and would maybe worry that he would perform badly or fuck up somehow and embarrass himself. Your first time together was good however. It was clumsy, and there was a sense of urgency almost, as the two of you had probably wanted to fuck long before now, but both were too awkward to initiate it.

He prefers positions where he can see your face, to gauge your reactions so that he can make sure he’s making you feel as amazing as possible. He’s very observant.

Higashi wouldn’t be massively loud, but there would be a lot of heavy breathing, and also low groans whenever something feels particularly good.

He’s not the cuddliest person, but his after sex snuggles would be so lovely. He’d have you pulled close to his chest, with your head tucked under his chin, and he’d be stroking your back slowly, his fingers gently trailing over your skin. You would just feel so safe and loved.

[pupphe-additions]

✬Evie’s Relationship With VCHA✬

Note: I am still learning about VHCA as of March 13, 2024 (which is when I wrote this) so I will likely add more points in the future when I have more time to research the group more deeply, so some girls may only have 5 and others may have no more than 10. I hope you guys still enjoy the post! However I feel like she would constantly call VCHA her children for sure and she would always hype them up! Think of her as like their very overprotective big sister, that's the kind of dynamics she has with the entire group I feel.

Evie x Lexi

Quote: "We didn't realize we were making memories, we just knew we were having fun." Dynamic: Cooking Buddies

Lexi’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🍜Sous-Chef Lex🍜”

Evie is really close with Lexi, they often cook and play games together.

Evie and Lexi talk about fashion from time to time.

Lexi says that Evie was extremely open and welcoming when she first met the girls and that they in particular clicked really fast.

Lexi and Evie exchange playlists once a week to expand their music horizons.

They exchange art with each other as gifts from time to time.

Sometimes Lexi asks Evie to call her to wake her up if she thinks she won’t wake up to her alarms.

Evie has said that Lexi doesn’t approve of her bad dad jokes but will always laugh at them anyway.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x Camila

Quote: “Choose people who choose you.” Dynamic: Bestie Boos

Camila’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🦌Cammie🦌”

Evie says that they have an agreement. If Camila helps Evie learn French she will help Camila with Korean if she needs or wants it.

Camila and Evie have watched movies together, Evie said she wanted to be friends with Camila as soon as she found out Camila likes the movie Spirited Away.

Camila and Evie tend to write each other in one large message over multiple smaller messages.

Evie says she  likes to spend time with Camila by shopping or watching movies.

Evie and Camila have matching stuffed animals, it’s of a deer that they got after they started to become closer friends.

Camila has said that Evie is a very loving person and that she feels like she can truly trust Evie.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x Kendall

Quote: “You are the main character of your life, so act like it.” Dynamic: Protective Big Sister, Gentle Little Sister

Kendall’s contact in Evie’s phone is “💜Baby Kendall💜”

Evie said that when she first met Kendall that she felt very soft feelings toward her and she wanted to just take care of her.

Kendall was starstruck when she first met Evie and was too scared to talk to her at first but says that Evie is one of the kindest people she knows in the industry.

Evie and Kendall talk mostly about music and performing when they talk.

Evie and Kendall have friendship bracelets that they made when they hung out once.

Kendall says that Evie feels like a big sister and that she’s very understanding.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x Savanna

Quote: “Be real not perfect.” Dynamic: Gamer Duo

Savanna’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🎮Savanna🎮”

Evie and Savanna only message to see if the other is up for games as they aren’t really that close currently.

Evie said when she first met Savanna she was impressed by her dancing.

Savanna says that Evie is very understanding and she’d like to become closer with her.

Evie says that Savanna is good company when they game together so she could see them getting along really well but she’s busy a lot so she doesn’t have time to make and keep new connections.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x KG

Quote: N/A Dynamic: N/A

KG’s contact is not saved in Evie’s phone.

Evie has only talked to KG a handful of times and they are not close at all.

The first time KG and Evie met Evie said that KG gave her cute aggression and that she wanted to squish KG’s face.

Evie says she feels awkward around KG due to them not being close.

Evie has once said she would make KG pancakes while they hang out sometime to help bond with her.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x Kaylee

Quote: N/A Dynamic: N/A

Kaylee’s contact is not saved in Evie’s phone.

Evie says that she has only met and talked to Kaylee a few times.

Evie is very protective of Kaylee even though they aren’t close and she’s not really sure why.

Evie said she’d like to bake with Kaylee one day if she was able to.

Kaylee has said that Evie is a bit intimidating but she seems kind and loving so she wouldn’t mind being friends with Evie in the future.

[violentlyexplosive]

man, trying to find good fan-written work featuring a blind/visually impaired character (or reader) is like wading through waterfalls of literal shit. like I hate being mean about this kinda stuff, I understand not everyone on the planet knows what it's like to not be able to see properly, but for the love of GOD, GOOGLE IT. OR ASK SOMEONE. OR JUST DON'T WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING YOU KNOW LESS THAN NOTHING ABOUT.

if you're hell bent on writing a visually impaired or blind person, here are some quick pointers so you don't come across as an ableist prick:

99% of us don't hate being blind. some of us were born this way. others have had plenty of time to come to terms with whatever happened to us. for a whole lot of us, it is simply a fact of life, and not something we even really think a lot about on a day to day basis. I am sure there are tons of low vision people out there that do hate it, but it is an incredibly individualised and nuanced experience. please for the love of all literary goodness, don't do the whole "oh woe is me, I'm blind, however will I go on!!!" thing. it's tired, overdone, and frankly a little insensitive.

WE DON'T JUST SEE DARKNESS. WE DON'T SEE BLACK. WE DO NOT SEE. for some people, like myself, we have significant vision loss, but can still see clearly enough to move through life without much difficulty. for others, they might have large blind spots, and small sections of vision to rely on. only a very small percentage of us have absolutely 0 vision, and in those cases, it isn't "darkness" or "pitch black" that one sees- it is nothing. I know it can be hard to wrap your head around, but a common example used is: bend your arm and point your elbow forward. what does your elbow see? nothing, right? not blackness, not darkness- just the absence of sight. that is what total blindness looks like.

ok, so I'm aware this one people are getting better about, but it bears repeating: blind people do not touch faces to "see" them. why the fuck would we do that. I'm sure with close family members, romantic partners, or even friends, it may be something one does just for the fuck of it, or to make note of a specific feature (i.e. hair texture, nose shape, scars, etc,) but nobody is out here using their fingers to map out people's faces just on the reg. do you have any idea how awkward that would be. I don't know where your face has been, and I'd frankly rather just imagine the specifics of your features and admire your blurry visage WITHOUT my fingies, thank you very much.

OUR OTHER SENSES ARE NOT MAGICALLY ENHANCED. we're not superheroes, we're disabled. sure, over time, we might come to rely on our other senses more, and hone them better, but we're not fucking Daredevil. I can't hear the buzzing of my lightbulbs because I'm legally blind and super cool (unfortunately,) I hear them because I'm fucking autistic.

a good chunk of us don't know how to read braille. an unfortunate side effect of having text to speech functions on phone cameras is the loss of this skill. if i can't read something, I ask someone else to read it for me, or I take a picture and zoom in. braille differs from country to country, language to language, etc etc. even if I learned Irish braille (written as Gaeilge, by the way, so not even in English!) I would not be able to read braille in my native language of Swedish. and beyond drugstore products, it typically isn't used much. I've rarely, if ever, found braille menus, instruction manuals, books, etc. and with modern technology, learning and knowing braille is falling increasingly out of style.

not all blind eyes look milky/all white. my fully blind eye is constantly closed, but my functioning, legally blind eye is perfectly normal in appearance. in fact, you've probably met one or two people in your life who would qualify as legally blind/low vision who function and, through all outward appearances, are no different from you.

we are not weak little babies that need protecting. I'd argue that visually impaired people can probably get around better than some fully sighted people, purely because we're forced to be more aware of our surroundings. not to mention some of us have guide dogs or friends/family/what-have-you to help us manoeuvre when necessary. just because we can't see well doesn't mean we're damsels in distress incapable of wiping our own asses. we're people with personalities and skill sets and life experiences, not infants.

ok so I'm sure this has come across as aggressive and/or rude, but yknow what? I don't particularly care anymore. I have seen far too many ignorant and uneducated people try to write or otherwise portray blind/visually impaired characters using guesswork and stereotypes from television, and I've just hit a wall in terms of being able to disregard it and not care. I do care. a whole lot, apparently. I'm tired of seeing random people on the internet deciding they'll write a low vision character and butchering it so terribly it makes me physically cringe. if you have to write a character with a visual disability, I implore you to read a fucking book, google it for 15 minutes, hell, make a reddit post or something to ask actual visually disabled people about their experiences so you're not making a fool of yourself, talking out of your ass and insulting an entire category of human beings. it is that easy.

[cloudninetonine]

Ive been getting a lot of homophobic messages recently so i was wondering if you could do mayhaps twilight and/or first reacting to their s/o coming out as bisexual? You dont have to if you are not up to it :)

This is so late and I'm really sorry it took so long, anon. I'm also sorry that people would send such horrible things to you. But I would like to say this

Any racists, homophobes, transphobes, misogynists- anyone who hates for the sake of hating, get the fuck off my page and I hope the door hits you on the way out, cunt(s).

Warnings: Talks about self-hatred, talks about religion, hints about hate crimes (not the boys, just Player's experiences) and I think that's it.

(Also, cute fun fact this fic is called "Baby Bi Bi Bi." In my google docs)

Twilight:

“I’m bi.”

In many instances within your life, you didn’t know how to express yourself. Thus the consequences of being emotionally constipated- when it came to helping others deal with their own feelings, you were okay, you strived to help them feel better! However, the question of “are you okay?” or “how do you feel?” were tough ones, most ended with an awkward thumbs up on your end or a simple nod- even if you were at the end of your wits ready to find the nearest high hole to bury yourself in.

This translated into the same awkwardness when you came out to your mother and now it was only turning out to be the same as you sat with Twilight, fishing in a nearby stream after hoping to catch dinner for the group (and hoping to spend some time alone with your partner for once).

A silence hung over you both, staring at one another for a minute that stretched over to what felt like an hour, beautiful blue staring back at you before he blinked, eyebrows furrowing.

“What?”

You stumbled only to yelp when you felt a tug at your pole, Twilight leaning over to help you readjust it then yank out the line, laughing a little awkwardly at the sight of a tiny fish settle on the hook.

“I’m bisexual.” You parrotted, looking him over as he put the catch away in your fishing basket. “Do…does that make you uncomfortable?”

“Well, I don’t know.” Your eyes met once again and he tilted his head. “Should I be?”

Silence once again.

“...I’m confused.”

“As am I.”

You bit your lip in contemplation. “Do you know what bisexual means?”

His eyebrow raise was enough of an answer for you.

“Alright, yep, that’s- you’re a medieval hero why would you know modern-day terms-” Perfect, just perfect- you had just come out to your boyfriend without even considering the language barrier that was obvious between the two of you. The concept of Queer relationships was probably something foreign to him, wasn’t it? Why of course they most likely existed it would be hard to find them in this day and age, let alone talk about them and you had opened your mouth to just thrust that upon him- “You know what? Not important-”

Twilight’s hand was gentle as it grasped your cheek, turning you back to face him with a look that you could only describe as pure love. Your heart fluttered, relaxing into his hold without much fight as he inspected you quizzically, thumbing your cheek fondly. 

"Don't do that. Don't hold yourself back because of my ignorance, please." Simple but encouraging, "If you held enough courage to tell me, then it must be important and I don't want you to keep things inside if it would simply hurt to do so." 

Your eyes watered and it wasn't fair. Why was he so kind? Why did he have to care for you so much? Why did you have to love him so much and why was this so hard? 

"... I like boys and girls." You swallowed, closing your eyes to hide away from his reaction. "And, well, more but that's a whole 'nother conversation-... Does that disgust you?... Do I disgust you?" 

His response was instant- his other hand coming to hold your other cheek, squeezing them gently for your attention, his eyes, filled with love and care staring at you like you were an angel ascended from the heavens like you were the only thing in the world.

“Why would you ever disgust me? I love you- no matter where your romantic attraction resides.”

There were tears in your eyes, relieved tears but you couldn't help but press a little further. “Are you sure? You- You don’t think I’m greedy? Or I’ll run away with the next person I come across, man or woman?”

His raised a brow, a mixture of alarm and confusion as he softly tugged you into his arms. “And why would I think that?”

Your eyes fell to the river. “That’s what a lot of people tend to think…”

“Well, I’m not ‘a lot of people’,” Grabbing your chin, the man turned you back to face him, pressing his forehead against your own. "And I certainly don't believe you'd run to the next person you find attractive, man or woman- besides, I have you now, you think I'd let you go?" 

You managed a watery laugh, brushing your nose against his own in a sort of kiss. "Other way round, handsome, I'd fight all your love interests for you to just hug me." 

"Well, aren't I just lucky?" 

"The luckiest." 

"And there's no denying it." 

First:

It was a terrifying thought.

Out of all the boys, you felt like coming out to First, your boyfriend would be the hardest moment of them all. The rest of the Chain were supportive: hugs exchanged, tears shed, promises made- they didn’t care about what you were as long as you were comfortable with yourself, they all loved you after all, something like this would never change how they felt about you.

And, God was it relieving.

However, when it came to First it was just…hard. 

Maybe because he was the closest thing to a baby boomer amongst all of them (technically speaking they all were but you weren’t in the mood to get down and dirty with the lore of it all) He was a ‘traditional man’, Warriors liked to pipe up when you were discussing a way to admit your feelings to him.

“In these circumstances, he will certainly approach you first.” You leaned back into the tree you were sat against, watching him clean his blade. “It is best to just wait for him to court you, however, if you truly prefer to approach him, then best to do it with a rose and note.”

Your face dropped. “But I can’t write Hylian!”

And his smirk only made you scowl further. “Best get to learning then, my friend.”

True to the Captain, First confessed to you before you could, with a beautiful flower and words akin to something only the most skilled poets could recite.

You were whipped for his traditional ways.

But you feared his traditional values.

Such things were a red flag in your day and age. A ‘traditional man’ or ‘traditional woman’? A raging homophobe, transphobe, racist, misogynist- and every other horrid thing you could think of under the damn sun. Of course, it didn’t apply to all but phrasing like that certainly wasn’t the greatest pairing on the earth- even now, in a completely different with different people and different values, the word still gave you an upset stomach and pulled bad memories of harassment from even a hint that you were an outlier from the ‘norm’.

What if it was the same here? What if the words ‘traditional’ only provoked the worst kind of reaction? Would First look at you in disgust? Would he call you names? Would he use Hylia’s name in the phrase “may she bless you and help you find your way”? You knew that didn’t much care for her anymore after all that had happened but what if you reveal changed it some way? Used his ‘religion’ to cast you away?

First could tell that you were nervous and it wasn’t really hard to do so. Shaking was obvious, you were practically vibrating on the spot, stumbling over your words and avoiding eye contact like the plague, anytime his beautiful blue made contact with you, your neck craned to dodge it. It worried him, of course, it did- seeing you in such an obvious state of pain but you shied away from his concerned coos, and shook them off with a shaky smile. 

“I’m fine!” You would squawk, instantly changing the subject and he could only dismiss it with a nod.

The stars were something that relaxed you and it was good to know that once the sights of the night sky had rolled over Hyrule, you had relaxed against his side in the meadow you two were laying in. Cuddled into the warmth of his body with that famous red scarf wrapped around you in a similar comforting embrace.

First turned his head toward you, eyes meeting your own as he opened his mouth. “I-”

“I like women.”

He paused.

He blinked.

He went to open his mouth again.

“And men too.”

First’s face would have been comical if there wasn’t bile threatening to spill from your mouth at that very moment.

“...I’m sorry?-”

You had sprung to sit up amongst the flowers, your partner pushing himself slowly still in a confused dazed as you began your stumbling speech. Messy, unorganised and scared, you weren’t ready, not a single bit but this had to happen, you had waited way too long for this and the words had tumbled out so you couldn’t stop now.

“I-I like women and men- and others but you wouldn’t understand that and I’m not doing a 101 about the modernism of gender, sexuality and other bullshit now-” Your hands were shaking, you were shaking, once again from the adrenaline and the fear of what would become of your relationship from this. “I’ve always liked both, I always will like them and I wanted to tell you that because I love you and I don’t want to keep this hidden from you because I want this to be a relationship based on trust and I trust you so I have been trying to tell you for so long but I was so scared because not everyone is so welcoming about bisexuality- that means being attracted to both genders by the way so this doesn’t get more complicated than it has to be-”

You inhaled a big breath.

“-anyway- I didn’t know how you would react to being told that because you’re basically someone in the past and in the past in my world people got killed for being gay- another term- or bi- slang- and so much more, I mean woman got burned at the stake for knowing fucking math- there’s a whole lot of bullshit coming from my world- not important, I just wanted to tell you, the others said you wouldn’t react this way because love is love and all the jazz and whatever but I was just so terrified of you being disgusted by me that I-”

A hand, gentle, firm, loving- was placed over the apple of your cheek turning you back to look at the hero. 

First truly looked beautiful under the moonlight, radiant you would say, blonde hair practically glowing along with his fair skin, eyes reflecting the shine of the stars- and the look of sadness that swam in those pools of baby blue.

“I love you.” His words were unyielding, they were strong, as he kept that contact with you. “I will always love you, (Name). Not a word could ever stop me from holding you dear to my heart, no matter where your attraction lies- if anything of which I have said has ever made you feel otherwise I apologise for not putting it into better words.”

Your shoulders sagged in relief, tears gathered in your eyes- “You don’t think I’m disgusting?”

“Never.” Your chest hurt from the sob you let out, leaning into him when he tugged you close and fell back into the grass. “Not a thing would ever make me feel that way, not for someone as amazing as you.”

A kiss as soft as the clouds was pressed against your forehead and finally, you fell into the peace of the evening.

“Thank you, Link.”

“Don’t thank me, my love, I only say what needs to be said.”

“Man, I’m so lucky to have you.”

“It is I that hold’s the luck, (Name).”

[fleckcmscott]

Heebie Jeebies

Summary: It's the Halloween season and Y/N’s working against the clock. After she recruits Arthur for help, the new look he creates sends shivers down both their spines.

Words: 4,852

Warnings: Swearing, Smut

A/N: @iartsometimes​ made this request a few months ago. It's taken all this time to figure out how to get Arthur in that getup without his life falling apart. 😂 Thank you for the challenge! I hope you enjoy this story! Much gratitude to @sweet-nothings04​ for beta-reading, summary assistance, and such helpful feedback! 😃

"Terry, for the last time: I am not wearing a costume to the office."

"Come on!" Hands behind head, Terry leaned back in his chair and put his heels on his desk. "Kim and I need a Curly."

"You're stooge enough for two," Y/N said. The man might have the ability to cajole her into seasonal fundraising coupon books for his son's index of little league teams, but he'd never sell her on this.

"You're gonna be the only stick in the mud. You know that, right?"

She shoved a rubber fingertip on her pointer. "One of us has to meet clients without scaring them off."

With a lot of help from Arthur, she'd softened on Halloween. He understood the holiday was hard for her, and he'd said he wanted to change that, the way she'd changed so much for him. Since their first Halloween together, he'd taken the reins to plan a date night the last week of every October. To make the season about them. It was a gesture so loving, so considerate, it sutured the scrapes of old. A favorite had ended with caramel sliding off Granny Smith apples, and their pajama bottoms sliding to the floor.

Boundaries existed for a reason, however, and she resolved to keep them. A starry-eyed generational change had started last spring, spurred by a round of retirements. She was the brash aunt to the new graduates in her firm. Happy to help, fun the 81% of the time it was appropriate.

But she was also a professional. Attending office Christmas parties with Arthur, having a slice of cake to celebrate a colleague's birthday? Pleasantries she gladly took part in. Hell, she'd even helped decorate. Parading around in her cat costume, displaying the inner pinup she kept for her husband? Not a chance. Ruffled blouses and A-Line skirts (below the knee, thank you) were where it was at. The dish of Tootsie Rolls beside her nameplate would have to do.

She grabbed a file from the double-check pile. Its skinniness belied the hours she'd put into it. When Wanda the legal secretary had come down with the flu, the case and its subsequent court dates had tumbled into Y/N's lap. She'd spent an entire day shredding duplicates, purging unrelated documents, sorting out what wasn't needed. She skimmed the witness statements and Motion for Discovery for any typos. (Latin would never not be a challenge. Fucking up was easy when half the C's sounded like K's.) Monday's status conference was scheduled for thirty minutes. If she could get Phil to deliver a neat presentation, they'd be freed in twenty.

A turn of the page and a woman opened the office door. Clad in statement shoulder blazer and high-waisted jeans, her dress was trendier than the usual clientele. She was young, too. The baby fat of her cheeks straddled that awkward duck stage of childhood and senior year. Close cropped hair lent her a severe look her baby blues made hard to believe.

Y/N rose from behind her desk. "May I help you?"

"Uh, yeah." The woman slung a denim backpack to the front, plucked a pencil and Mead memo book from the front pocket. "I got a job at the new Halloween store? Happy Haunts? The guys in my class said they're getting more than me."

The shop's name rang no bells. "School project?" Y/N asked

"Student paper, ma'am. Gotham Screamer. I write an editorial column but Ms. Marley - she's my teacher - is letting me write a feature."

An approving grin lit Y/N's face. This teenager could have been her in 1961, whipping off never-to-be-published letters to the editor. She gestured towards the wooden chair on the opposite side of her desk.

The basics of the complaint were straightforward. The student, Miranda, had found an ad in a newspaper- she couldn't recall which - for a part-time job. Show up in costume for an interview and complete an application. That was it. With her mom on leave to take care of her ailing older brother, Miranda's household could use the extra money, especially with the holidays coming up. Her aerobics instructor outfit had gotten her an offer on the spot. Orientation was a series of VHS tapes covering employee safety, basic customer service, and how to deal with potential shoplifters. She dug out a crumpled paystub and card with the number for Human Resources, the new name for Personnel that made Y/N roll her eyes.

It was during study hall that Miranda had discovered the truth. Bobby Farin, second clarinet in the marching band, was earning thirty-five cents more an hour. That was when she'd decided to pitch the story idea to her teacher and find a labor attorney.

Pay discrimination was as illegal as it was hard to prove. The difference could be chalked up to a shift differential or prior experience. Y/N pursed her lips. "How long have you been there?"

"Three weeks. Bobby's been there two."

"Do you and the other students have the same positions? The same job titles?"

The teen shrugged. "I mean, we all do the same things."

"And those would be?" Y/N grabbed a piece of typewriter paper and jotted in shorthand.

"Stock shelves. Check out customers. Put up displays." Miranda's tone pitched up at the end of each example, as if she was asking herself. No, there were no uniforms to delineate roles. Employees could wear whatever they wanted, so long as it was festive and family friendly. No pinups.

"This next question can feel uneasy, but I do have to ask. Has your manager or boss ever asked for any favors that made you uncomfortable?"

Miranda's whole head wrinkled in disgust. "No!"

"Good. And if he had, that'd be on him, not you."

In order to be printed in the October 30th issue, the story had to be ready to go next Friday. Nothing like waiting until the last minute. The crunch recalled helping Mabel with a diorama of local flora late one night, when Y/N had been a sophomore and her little sister in fifth grade. The assembly line their mother had set up at the kitchen table, where she'd sketched flowers, Y/N had cut them out, and Mabel had smeared them with her crayons. Smudged sneezeweed and pale pink cardinal petals had earned the girl a passing grade and a teacher's note to start earlier next time.

"Keep Dube & Ellis out of the article and don't mention my name. Got it?" Y/N wrote her home number on the back of a business card, which Miranda accepted with a nod. "Have you decided what you want to do after you finish school?"

The teenager folded in on herself, her fingers knotting together. A smidge of regret tightened Y/N's eyes. Really, it was none of her business. And it was plain Miranda had been peppered with this question too often. As enterprising as this young woman seemed, she was still a girl, still finding her way in a world of a million crossroads.

But before Y/N could excuse herself, the girl answered. "My mom wants me to study. School's fun and all, but I dunno if I even wanna go to college."

"There's plenty of time to figure it out. If you're interested in a field like this-" Y/N indicated the office with a bob of her head. "Let me know. A lot of firms have shadowing programs. Sometimes it just takes a day or two to learn what you can't stand." Miranda loosened enough to let a chuckle slip and snag a piece of candy.

Y/N noted the girl's phone number, folded the paper into thirds, and stuffed it in her purse, between her compact mirror and coin clutch. "If you don't hear from me by Wednesday, give me a call. Try my apartment first. I look forward to reading your article."

~~~~~

Arthur hoisted the beach ball of a pumpkin on the kitchen counter. "What're all those for?"

Felt-tipped pen in hand, Y/N was bent over the Gotham Herald, one of the newspapers strewn across the laminate. She'd made a run to the nearest newsstand post-bacon and eggs, then spent the rest of the morning sipping coffee and scanning classifieds. Among requests for day laborers, pleas for receptionists, and ads for investment opportunities (a.k.a. easy methods to say goodbye to life savings), she'd found a number of similar postings. Seasonal positions, no experience necessary, all with addresses and phone numbers in Delaware.

"You see this here?" Her nail tapped a Help Wanted. "I've found the same mistake in four classifieds. This should be 'ASAP.'"

"Maybe that's not what they meant," he said, and sneaked past her arm to tug at the corner of the Post.

"'Looking to hire ASP?'" She pushed the abandoned pages his way. "Unless they want a snake, I don't see an alternative."

He snagged her pen to draw triangular eyes on the squash's orange skin. Y/N closed the paper in an effort to force her moonlighting from her mind. A round nose came next, traced around a drinking glass. A classic bucktoothed jack-o-lantern smile. When he drove a serrated knife through the top, she held the pumpkin steady with both hands. About two-thirds of the way through a circle around the stem, the top started to sink in.

He grumbled. "Shit, I got the angle wrong."

"It's all right. Toothpicks will hold the lid." She laid the newly fashioned lid in the sink, careful not to get its stringy pulp on the possible evidence that continued to itch her brain stem. Shutting the newspapers in the bathroom for the day would've been the smarter choice. But watching Arthur conjured another strategy, one she could share like a holiday tradition.

She offered a steel serving spoon. "Would you help me with what I'm investigating? I need a man to test something."

His quirked brow asked what on earth she could be investigating. And if he could test it now.

Sidling nearer, she relayed the student's claims, the steps she'd taken so far. Y/N had called the spook shop only to have it ring and ring. On the sixth try, she'd finally reached a manager. The boss did all the hiring, he'd claimed. Go ahead and pop in the next day. During her lunch hour, she'd sneaked to the public restroom off her office building's lobby, changed into the forest leggings and oversized sweatshirt she'd stuck in her court bag. Not a costume, per se, but out of character enough to count as a disguise. When she'd slipped out onto the sidewalk, her colleagues had been none the wiser.

As soon as she'd entered the store and introduced herself, the boss had looked her up and down. The befuddled set of his round face let her in on the fact that she was a little older than expected, bordering on ancient. "This is an after-school job," he'd said, still squinting.

"I know, sir. But my husband's hours were cut at Trident and-" She'd widened her eyes, endeavored an expression both appealing and pitiful. "You've got to have someone for the morning hours, right? Just a couple days a week? It'd mean so much."

For a split second he'd softened, shoulders sagging on a heavy sigh. "You'll have to provide your own costume."

Pay was $3.35 an hour, minimum wage and the same as the last four years. Schedules were posted on the corkboard in the back office every Thursday, but she could expect to work afternoons and weekends. In a tone Y/N assumed was meant to be caring, he'd added, "I'm sure your husband wants you home to cook dinner."

She'd spoken through a clenched smile. "I'll be sure to bake him a cake."

Pumpkin guts plopped on the Post. Y/N wrapped an arm around Arthur's back at the waist. "You could wear your Carnival outfit."

"But what if he recognizes me?"

Kindness was her usual reaction when he overestimated his own prominence. After all, he was immensely prominent to her. She pecked his bicep. "With your ingenuity, you're sure to come up with something. You did invent the best clown in Gotham."

Grinning, he tucked his chin. "I wouldn't mind a cake. Apple coffee's good."

She made a mental note to buy canned biscuits. "If you do this, I'll double the recipe."

~~~~~

An emergency hearing had delayed the status conference to the end of the day, throwing a wrench into Y/N's well-laid presentation. Arthur was halfway through dinner when she got home, apologized for being late, and marched to the dining table to eat with one fork and document what she'd realized on the train.

Before he rinsed his plate and slunk off to his writing nook, she detected a huff and shake of the head. But amends would be made later. She had a deadline and was going to meet it.

Wanda's case was also a complaint about unequal pay. Also from a woman (well, a group of women). Also from a fly-by-night business, a shop that sold tchotchkes to disappointed tourists in Gotham Square from Memorial to Labor Day. While reviewing paystubs from the court file, Y/N noticed the business name included DBA. Doing Business As. The same as on Miranda's paystub - and Delaware PO Boxes to boot. With any luck, Y/N could cross reference the zip codes, contact the public records office, and uncover who rented them. If they were held under the same parent corporation, it'd give her firm's case a boost.

Never underestimate the inability of money in a hurry to cover its tracks.

"I think I figured out my new look," Arthur's animated voice called from the living room. Rhythmic footsteps fell across the carpet.

Her pen poked a constellation on the phonebook's zip code page. "Hm?" She underlined 19891 and looked up. Her jaw dropped.

There he stood, lounging on the kitchen doorway by the dining nook, one hand in his pocket, the other braced on the wall. He'd slicked his chestnut waves into submission, its sheen a clue he'd used a tad too much of her mousse. Save for the smidgen of peach skin at his hairline, stark white adorned his visage, sharpened already cutting cheekbones. Ruby brows danced mid-forehead, the usual triangles framing his eyes now tinged a cool cyan. His rubber nose was on break, replaced by precise red brushstrokes along the aquiline tip and around his nostrils.

Carnival's smile was practiced. Controlled. Outlined in an even-keeled black. This smile extended well past Arthur's dimples to decorate his cheeks, like a cat who'd outsmarted all the others to get the last lick of whipping cream. Wild and carefree, it'd broken its bars. The perfect analogy to his self-assuredness blossoming over the years.

The suit was brighter somehow, a fiery red, either due to the teal shirt he'd paired with it or the confidence he carried. Mustard vest had usurped the matching waistcoat. She ogled his lean legs, lengthened by the long lines of his trousers. The same trousers he'd worn the night she remembered like yesterday. His beguiling beauty. His hesitant but hungry body pressed into hers in the elevator. The belt loops her greedy fingers hooked through...

Riveted to her seat, she wet her lips. "Does he have a name?"

"Not yet. Any ideas?"

The butt of her pen tapped her chin. This clown wasn't as innocent as Carnival. Mischief lurked beneath the surface, a roguish tease. The private side of the man she knew revealed. A term she'd read in her statute reference book emerged. She did her best to pronounce it. "Accessio." She got the hard C right this time.

"What's that?"

"It's an ownership term for when two things combine to make something new. Like when seeds are planted in a farmer's field. The farmer would own the crops. Or how you've taken my favorite parts of Carnival and combined them with that suit."

Scrunching his nose, he slid one foot forward. "That's nice but doesn't roll off the tongue."

"Well, it's only used in court." She returned to the phonebook, considered the clowns at the county fair when she was a kid. "Mr. Jingles? Buster?"

"I'm asking about a job I don't want. I'll tell the guy I'm..." Making his way behind her, he laid a hand on her shoulder. Heat prickled the nape of her neck. "Arthur Harris."

Love curved her mouth, a glow flowing through her. Though she adored having his name, that he'd chosen her maiden made her feel as treasured as his journal. She flipped another page of zip code listings. "You might want to lose that vest. It's very distracting."

Fingertips kneaded the hollow of her collarbone, stroked a firm line up her throat. "Am I distracting you?"

"Yes," she said, a little shaky.

"Good." He crouched next to her, his breath a whisper on her temple. "What'll you wear next week?"

"My cat costume."

He traced the seam of her sleeve. The temptation that roused every pore. "You've worn it four years in a row."

"You've made love to me in it four years in a row."

"I wanna see you in something else. Like you did me." A gentle cupping of her breast over her blouse. He lifted it, molded it to his palm. He skimmed her nipple and it pebbled under his touch. He chuckled and thumbed it again.

Seduction hadn't been bargained for tonight. She laid her pen across the paper and turned towards him. His gaze traversed her face, clear green searched her eyes. A raffish grin deepened his crow's feet. The suggestion in that grin parched her throat. An ache bloomed across her flesh, every square inch of her suddenly awake. The tip of her nose brushed his.

Damp lips pressed to hers, covered her mouth. His tongue plundered and the chalky taste of greasepaint bit her tastebuds. Pulses jolted, hearts thundered. She cupped the back of his neck to make the delicious connection firmer. He moaned, low and rumbling. The vibration charted a path down each knob of her spine, a fleeting flutter in her center.

Intent on grabbing those belt loops again and laying him on the nearest plush surface (the carpet would suffice, the sofa better), she shoved the chair from the table. But before she could push herself to unsteady feet, he knelt before her. Wandering hands hurried past her stomach. Sneaked beneath her hemline. He pecked her knee, grazed her thigh, nestled at the wool shielding her hip. His nearness made her senses spin.

Except for common sense. She ahemed, breathed a breathless warning. "You'll get paint on my skirt."

"Take it off, then." A hot-blooded challenge, impossible to resist.

He didn't wait for an answer. He popped open the buttons at the small of her back. Straightening her legs, she lifted herself an inch off the seat. One, two, three tugs and the offending garment was on the floor.

A deep frown, exasperation even his painted-on smile couldn't conceal. "Pantyhose?"

Y/N's snort would've been a cackle if it hadn't caught in her nose. She usually wore thigh-highs, making access quicker than lightning. "My stockings had a run in them." His pinky caressed the back of her knee. As he set to stripping them off, she balanced herself on her elbow and gave a necessary instruction. "Don't rip these. They're my last pair."

Pop! went the first snap of her blouse. The second, the third. But Arthur's nimble fingers abandoned her shirt to yank away her panties. His mouth went to the crease of her thigh. He guided one leg to splay wider, the other to rest on his shoulder. Thumbs held her open. His breath shivered against her tender flesh, nose dragging through her downy curls, dark and now peppered with red. Wanton gleam in his stare, he smiled.

He licked the rigid line of her clitoral hood, stopping just above the swollen spot where she needed him most. Every nerve sparked with anticipation. She really couldn't get enough of seeing him between her legs like this. A wicked thought, a secret sin to be savored with him. The tip flitted from side to side, a careful caress when she was feeling reckless. Sticky with perspiration, she wriggled her bottom to the edge of the chair. Carded through his curls and traced his sideburn. His tongue flattened to rub her folds, wandering circles that knew exactly where they wanted to be.

After a minute, he withdrew for a gulp of air. Liquid heat had streaked makeup from his chin, smudged the margins of his pristine smile, blended ivory and crimson into a pleasing pink. She studied herself, where the shade stained her vulva, the generous streaks of white where her inner thighs had met his cheeks. It was the kind of marking he'd made her love, a brand that healed.

Bending to her again, he kissed her in the same manner he'd kiss her mouth. Thin lips fondled her clit, suckled steadily. On a whine, her hips twitched upward, begged for this to never end. Please, each swivel said. Don't ever stop.

​But then his ministrations faltered, losing their deliberate pace.

The rip of a zipper. Whispers of folding fabric. The frantic sound of skin on skin. 

Awareness speared her, excitement startled a gasp. He was touching himself. Touching himself while kissing her most intimate secret, where she was wet and desperate. That this would so thoroughly inspire him spurred her on. Emboldened her fingers to take his place, work together with him to pleasure them both. Eyes squeezed shut, she pictured the firm grasp of his masculine hand on his shaft, the way he'd curl his fingers to tease the head.

She flattened her palm on the table. Squirmed and nudged his flank with her knee. Beckoned him with a plaintive, "Come here..."

​He scooted forward. Dragged the glans along her silky seam. When she arched towards him, he eased his erection past her inner labia. Sunk into her with the practiced slowness of a lover who wants to relish every time like it's the first.

Filled to the brim, Y/N grasped the lapels of his suit jacket. "I want you."

His brow met hers. "I'm yours."

Sweat from his temple smeared her cheek. He palmed the curve of her hip, yanked her flush to him. Thrust and thrust again, each plunge ending on a clipped grunt. He tugged at the cups of her bra. The cotton of his vest scrapped her dusky peaks.

The chair thudded across the linoleum. Thump. Thump. Thump. The spindles of the chair dug her back. The slide of him within her walls, the delectable stretch of him. He burned her. He seared her.

"You feel so good," she cried, calf clutching him closer.

"Oh, god-"

He bucked quicker. Harder. Raising herself to meet him in this position was nearly impossible, so she let him take over. Parted lips charted her shoulder, shoved the collar of her blouse aside. Gritted teeth pressed the crook of her neck. All at once, his hips locked with hers, their jutting angles softened by polyester. A splash inside her, harsh, short pants at her ear.

He slipped out of her, straightened enough to stroke her needy nub. She moaned, her lips forming an O. Their mouths locked, a lingering kiss where his tongue traced the enticing shape. Pressure built in her loins, her thighs and abdomen quivered. The kiss grew harder, urgent, like he was starving for her to join him in euphoria. He cupped her jaw, wove into her hair, gave it a firm tug.

She snapped, breaking away to bury her face in his shoulder. Her right foot spasmed, hard enough to start a Charlie horse. Still holding his jacket in a white-knuckle grip, her hands shook with exertion. The pull of her tresses shifted to a gentle cradling, a place of safety where she could dissolve. Her body melted into his and her world was filled with him.

Sloppy and sedate, Arthur lapped the top of her breasts. "You're red all over."

A full flush covered her torso and arms, greasepaint had swirled all over her cleavage, stained the placket of her blouse. She could imagine the candy apple state of her cheeks. His suit hadn't faired much better. White had gotten on the lapels, pink had somehow hitched a ride to its front flaps. The two of them were an absolute mess. She checked her watch. If she hurried, she could clean up in five, then run their clothes to the dry cleaner and pay an extra $3.25 for overnight service.

Giddy, she wiped her forehead with her sleeve and laughed when it came away blue. "I, uh. I think you found your disguise."

~~~~~

Y/N opened the oven a tentative inch, peered inside with narrowed eyes. Golden brown peaks, pecans that hadn't yet burnt, gooey apple cinnamon bottom. It was a dessert fit to serve, courtesy of Nickel's Mills Food Products, Putting the Happy in Home. Her mitted hand grasped the round pan and set it on the counter to cool. Mixing powdered sugar with apple cider to make the glaze was the final step. (And remembering to add it after the cake stopped steaming.)

She poured candy onto an orange treat tray, arranged mini Marathon bars and packets of Fun Dip, plus a couple of Vigilante jaw breakers thrown in for good measure. GCN's five o'clock news was about to start, so she had one ear tuned to the TV. The familiar opening theme led to a jolly "Happy Halloween!" from the anchor and a hearty honk! honk! from the weatherman. Smiling, she thought on the suit and teal button-up she'd laid out on the bed, ironed and starched and ready to go.

The doorbell rang. Every year trick-or-treating seemed to start earlier. The jack-o-lantern wasn't even out yet, and Arthur hadn't gotten back to greet the youngsters. Nevertheless, she snagged her pointy hat from the table, tidied her oversized silver belt and jagged polyester skirt, squeezed her toes into stiletto black heels. Candy platter on her hip, she hurried to open the door.

Replete in his Carnival outfit - save for a painted nose - Arthur beamed down at her. "Trick or treat."

Giggling, she grasped his tie and pulled him in for a kiss, then pulled him into the apartment and kissed him again. "Mm, you taste sweet. You must've had a bag of candy. How was the clinic?"

"Busy but nice. The kid I told you about, Charlie, got to go home today."

"He was there for, what, four months?"

"Yeah." Arthur dropped his prop bag, stripped off his wig and laid it across the top. "They booked me for Thanksgiving and Christmas, too," he continued, running his fingers through his curls. The booking was a formality at this point, but it was an accomplishment she knew he was proud of. She was happy to hear it. And she had one more thing that'd swell his chest.

He stretched his arms above his head, out to the sides. On a yawn, he turned to the kitchen. "What smells so good?" He sniffed the air again and went straight to the stove to stare at the cake, eyes as wide as a kid's who'd gotten a full-sized candy bar in his pillowcase.

"Another ten minutes and it's all yours. Here, look what we got in the mail," she said and handed him the latest issue of the Gotham Screamer, already open to the necessary article. A post-it note obscured the headline: Thanks a lot, Mrs. Fleck! She watched him scan the paper, the corners of his lips betraying when he reached the part she'd underlined.

A helpful legal aide and her enterprising husband uncovered proof of Happy Haunts' unfair and illegal pay practices. We hope that next Halloween season, Gotham High's Hawks will flock to another store for their far-out costumes. Next issue: the five best thrift stores in Rogers.

"Thanks for your assistance, enterprising husband." Y/N hugged him tight about the middle. "You more than earned that cake."

He plucked a corner from the dessert and plopped it in his mouth. Twisting in her arms, he took her hand, stepped back to study her. He rolled the dark purple mesh of her sleeves between forefinger and thumb. "You know, you're a cute witch. Are you gonna put a spell on me?"

"Actually, there's a love potion in the dough. Sugar and spice and honey that's nice." She curved towards him, kissed him once more. "I do have another favor to ask. For after the trick-or-treaters are gone." It was a favor that'd given her the heebie jeebies all week. His hold on her tightened, as though he were reading her mind. Eyelashes lowered, she bit her bottom lip. "Would you put the suit and teal shirt back on? I want to take them off you."

~~~~~

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All of That and More

Summary: Dean comes home looking for the softness Y/N has to offer.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Implied smut, kissing, making out, mostly flangst.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 490

A/N: I've been missing Dean a lot lately, and I've seen some posts from friends who have been feeling the same. So, I just felt like writing this little drabble as a way for us to miss him less and also to give Dean the love he deserves!!

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89

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I wake up as I feel the bed shift behind me.

"Dean?" I croak sleepily, turning my head to see him sliding in beneath the covers.

"Shh, go back to sleep, sweetheart, I didn't mean to wake you up." He says quietly.

"Not a chance." I whisper as I turn to face him and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him to me for a kiss.

He settles in next to me, his lips sealed to mine. After exchanging soft kisses for a couple minutes, he brushes my hair back from my face.

"God, I missed you, baby." He says in his honey-gravel voice.

I wrap my arm around his ribcage and run my hand up and down his beautifully sculpted back, reveling in the feel of his warm, taut skin under my fingers.

"I missed you too. How did the hunt go?"

He doesn't reply; he just buries his face in my neck and I have my answer.

I pull him tighter against me and he groans into the side of my neck. "Fuck me, you smell so good." He says, inhaling deeply and then attaching his lips to my pulse point.

I sigh softly and drop my head back so he can easily reach all the sensitive spots on my neck, the ones he knows will drive me crazy.

He pushes open the buttons on my pajama top and smooths one hand down my side and over the curve of my hip before coming up and resting his big palm on my breast, his fingers curling lightly, promising more.

"How tired are you, sweetheart?"

I arch into his hand and purr as I palm him through his boxer briefs. "I'm wide awake now."

His breath catches and his eyes flare with heat, but his smile is gentle and loving. "Let me tire you out again, then."

He definitely follows through on his promise, making love to me slowly and thoroughly, making up for lost time, and pushing me past the edge to bliss over and over until I am indeed exhausted, my limbs heavy and boneless.

I know too, that he's making something beautiful between us to try and erase the ugly things that linger in his mind from the hunt he won't talk about.

He will eventually talk, eventually tell me about what went down, maybe while he's cuddled up against me later, or maybe not for a couple days, when he'll randomly start talking to me about it as I sit in his lap in one of the wide library chairs.

But however long it takes, I won't push him. I learned a long time ago not to demand explanations from him. Dean needs to open up in his own time.

In the meantime, I can give him this, give him me - let him find solace and comfort in my body and in the magic we create together in the soft light of our bedroom.

I'm not a hunter, but I love one with all my heart, for all he is, for all he does, for all he gives, I will happily give him all of me.

He deserves all of that and more.

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