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justmeinadaze · 1 year

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We're A Family Part 11 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Enjoy the fluff...because the angst is coming soon *evil cackles*

Warnings: Steddie related smut and fluff, nothing too dramatic here. Just feels.

Word Count: 3181

You grinned as you sat on the back porch watching Dylan kick a ball around with his sister. Aurora was a few months shy of 3 and you felt like time was flying by. The more she grew the more she took on Eddie’s features. Her hair was wavy just like his and she preferred like her father to have it long. Every time she laughed, she cackled like he did which always made you laugh harder.

She was definitely a daddy’s girl, always becoming excited when Steve or Eddie walked in the door. Of course, she didn’t understand that her parental situation was much different than the other children but she did grasp that they were both her dad. Ro seemed to come up with her own system of getting their attention if she wanted one more than the other.

You three figured out that when she called for daddy, or “Da-ee” as she pronounced it, she was referring to Eddie. When she wanted Steve, she would say dada or dad. Dylan’s name she always struggled with but seemed to settle on Din for the time being.

Things were going a lot smoother at home now that Steve had finally graduated. A few months ago, he started teaching social studies at Hawkins Middle school right down the street from the high school you worked at. Since he was so close, you two were able to have lunch together and your son was able to catch a ride with him since he was going there as well.

The day he started sixth grade you felt like you wanted to curl up in bed and cry all day.

“Mom! Calm down. It’s just middle school. I’m not going off to college yet.”

“Yet! Stop growing! I hate it. I feel old.”

He laughs as he gives you a big hug and you kiss the top of his head.

You loved knowing that Steve would be able to keep an eye on him but he promised Dylan he wouldn’t embarrass him.

“You don’t have to talk to me or anything if you don’t want to. I’ll just sob at my desk after you walk by.”

“Dad! Seriously! Oh my god. Why are you guys acting like things are going to be any different?”

Scott, the owner of the mechanic shop, DID pass it to Eddie and true to his word was able to be home a lot more. With his new income level, he had started setting money side for different things that made you fall for him even more.

“Ok, so this is for Dylan and this one is for Ro.” He slides some papers across the table for you and Steve to look at. “Every month these accounts will take a certain amount until they graduate high school. They can use these funds for college or whatever they want to do.”

You and the other man exchange a look as you beam at each other.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just…all of our children are growing up!”, Steve teases as Eddie sticks out his tongue.

“Daddy!”, Ro shouts as she waddles towards the porch.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Eddie lifts her into his arms, giving her a hug as he comes to sit beside you. “Baby.”, he grins giving you a kiss. “What are you three doing out here?”

“Din ball.”

“You’re playing ball with Dylan? You wild animal.” She giggles as he kisses her cheek before placing her back on her feet so she can continuing having fun. “What about you, mama?”

“Oh, you know. Just drinkin’ booze waiting for my rockstar and professor to come home.”

“Well shit, Y/N. You’re going to be waiting awhile then because neither of the men you love are there yet.” You smile as you lean into him and he wraps his arm around you. “Steve and I have a surprise for you tomorrow night.”

“Please, no.”, you playfully whine. “Every time we have a surprise, I always end up crying or pregnant!”

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll love this one. I promise.”

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Since Kierra had a date, Robin was babysitter tonight, donning a huge smile as Steve invited her in.

“Hey Robin!”

“Hey, kid. You ready for me to kick your butt at video games tonight?”

“Pfft, like that will ever happen.”, he grins as he throws his backpack over his shoulders.

“Here. Give this mommy.”, Steve whispers to Ro who takes a box from him and runs to your side.

“Mommy! Dada…” She hands you the gift and turns to point at her father.

“Hm. Is this from dada?” Aurora claps at your understanding and nods.

“Well, from dad and daddy.”, he winks.

“Do you want to help me open it?” The toddler giggles as you both tear into the present.

“Dress!”, she exclaims as you lift the beautiful green garment up to inspect it. “Purty.”

“Guys… you didn’t have to—”

“We know.”, Eddie chuckles. “Go put it on, princess.”

You kiss and hug the kids before running upstairs to change and do your hair. It had been a while since the three of you went out anywhere especially anywhere in a date like setting. As you descended back to them, your breath catches when you find both men dressed up as well in black suits.

“Oh wow. You two look amazing.”

“Us? Goddamn that dress looks beautiful on you.”, Eddie grins as he takes your hand.

“Did I miss something? An important date or did YOU miss something.”

“No, honey.”, Steve laughs. “We wanted to do something special for our anniversary.”

“That’s next weekend though.”

“That is correct, sweetheart. But Dylan has a game Saturday afternoon and Ro has that birthday party she was invited to. With this being our 5-year mark of us getting married, we didn’t think it would be fitting to just celebrate at home.”

You beam at them as you link your arm through theirs.

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They took you to an expensive restaurant just outside of Hawkins, insisting you get whatever you wanted and chuckling when they saw the apprehensive look on your face.

“On day you’re going to understand you DO deserve all this. I don’t know what we have to do but we will figure it out.”, Steve grins.

“I just…it’s too much…and I feel like I don’t do enough of this stuff for you guys!”

“Sweetheart, you married us, took our last names, and gave us two beautiful kids. I think you’ve done more than enough.”

“Aw, Eddie. That was disgustingly cute.”

He laughs as he playfully grabs your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss. As the meal progress and the wine flows you three take the opportunity to really talk about things that you feel like you haven’t been able to due to your busy lives.

“How are the kids treating you, Mr. Harrington? Is it better than dealing with customers at Family Video?”, Eddie asks.

“Eh. I deal with a different set of customers.”, he laughs. “I love teaching. Seriously, the kids are great but some of these parents, man. Fucking hell. One mom wouldn’t return my calls about her daughter struggling until the report card was sent home. She yelled at me saying I didn’t try to notify her enough.”

“Sounds about right.”, you grin. “I’ve gotten a few of those.”

Steve clears his throat as he brings the wine glass to his lips. “Ironically, it’s the same girl our son has a crush on.”

“No! Steven Harrington are you serious?! How do you know he likes her?”

“Are you kidding? He sits with her at lunch, walks her to her classes, and I overheard him offer to help her study.”

“Ha-ha! Kid has game.”, Eddie says with a huge smile. “Now all he has to do is play the guitar for her and she’ll be totally smitten.��

“Oh my god.”, you cringe. “My baby is growing up too fast.”

“Definitely come a long way from the little boy who knocked on our door and called us ‘Mister’.”

You grin at the memory. You had no idea how much that one interaction would change your life forever.

“What about you, Munson?”

“I, unfortunately, have nothing as exciting as you, sir. Work wise anyway.”

“What do you mean? Is your mom bugging you again?”, you ask him.

“Uh, not exactly. I actually wanted to tell you guys about this but…”, he sighs. “My dad has been sending me letters.”

“What?”, you and Steve say at the same time.

“Yeah, I haven’t opened them mostly because I already know what he wants and there’s nothing he can say that would make me want to testify on his behalf. Wayne went over there last year and commanded he leave me and my family alone. Seems only my mother listened.”

“Eddie, baby.” You scoot your chair closer as you intertwine your fingers with his. “Maybe…maybe we can go down there and talk to him.”

“Hey, no. No. Promise me you won’t go down there, Y/N.” His fingers lifted your chin to face. “Promise me.”

“I promise, Eddie.”

The man releases a heavy breath as he kisses your forehead. “What about you, babe? Still nothing from your mother?”

You shake your head. “And that’s fine. I’m more upset with how I explain to Aurora why her grandma doesn’t like us but… It was hard even talking with Dylan about it. Half of the family he grew up with doesn’t talk to him anymore.”

“He hasn’t mentioned Charlie at all. Not to me anyway.”, Steve sighed.

“Me either.”, Eddie followed. “I’m kind of surprised Charlie hasn’t tried to call or anything. He just kind of gave up.”

“My son told me what happened when you went to pick him up after he took him. I genuinely believe that him calling you dad shook something inside of him and now he thinks Dylan doesn’t want to have anything to do with him which isn’t true. I don’t know.”, you shake your head. “I haven’t found the courage to tell him Vivian is pregnant. I feel like Charlie should tell him… I don’t want him to feel like he’s being replaced.”

“Never a dull moment in the Munson-Harrington household.”, Steve replies holding up his glass of wine.

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The three of you giggle drunkenly as you stumble into the child free house.

“Oh my god, it’s so quiet. I love it.”, you slur as you sit at the bottom of the stairs.

“It is pleasant but it feels weird.” Eddie leans forward, placing feathery kisses along your neck.

Steve crawls past you two on his hands up the stairs and into the bedroom. You and the metalhead grin when you find him on the floor on his back.

“I’m fine! I just need a little break.”

After tossing your shoes to the side, you grab a pillow and place it under his head as you fall beside him, curling up to his chest. Eddie comes down with you, covering you with his suit jacket before placing his head on your tummy and closing his eyes.

****

Your eyes startle open as Steve’s watch beeps at 7am, reaching over to quickly quiet the device. Both boys were still knocked out so you carefully tried to reach above you to grab your purse so you could look at your phone to make sure Robin hadn’t tried to call you guys but you misjudged how far it was, spilling its contents on to Steve.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Baby, oh my god. Are you ok?”, you giggle as he groggily smiled. “I’m so sorry. I was trying to get my phone.”

Eddie’s arm suddenly moved to search his pockets before producing it in his hand. “You asked me to hold it for you.”

You thanked him as you snapped it open and scrolled through your messages.

“Dylan still beat Robin at video games and Aurora threw a tantrum because she wanted to stay up late with Viki.”

Steve rubbed his eyes before taking your phone to look at the pictures she had sent.

“Seems like she’s going to be a night owl like Eddie.”

“That’s my girl.”, the metalhead laughs. He pulls himself up into a sitting position as you do the same, leaning against the bed.

“Well, we still have four hours before we need to pick them up. What ever could we do in that amount of time?”

You smile as Steve’s arm grabs your own lifting you on to his lap. “I’m sure we can figure something out.” His lips connect to yours as you slide your tongue along his own. As your hips grind against his, his fingers delicately trail down your shoulders bringing the straps of your dress along with them.

You moan as he licks down your chest to your tits, open mouth kissing your nipple as his tongue plays with the bud. Turning your head towards Eddie, you reach for him and he scoots closer to encapsulate your lips with his own.

As you crawl over to him, Steve brings your dress down your legs and tosses it above him onto the bed. Eddie’s strong arms hold you to him as you rub yourself against his pant covered groin.

“Fuck…I still think you two are so sexy in suits like this.”

“Yeah? You want to make yourself cum while we’re still wearing them?”

His palms slid down to your ass as he guides your movements. A stuttered breath left Steve’s lips and you both turned to find him stroking his cock as his lust filled eyes watch you intently.

“There you go, sweetheart. Cum on my lap.”

You whimper as you cling to his neck, pressing your lips to his so he can swallow your moans as you cum.

“Come here, honey.” Steve reaches for you, helping you to your feet before placing his hands on your ass, guiding you forward as his head dips between your legs.

His tongue eagerly glides between your folds as you run your hands through his hair. Eddie leans over the boy’s lap, taking him into his mouth, and bobbing around him just the way he knows Steve likes.

His moans vibrate against your clit, driving you crazy. “Yes, baby. Just like that. Your mouth feels so good.”

You mewled at the sounds of the metalhead gagging behind you as he took the man as far into his throat as he could.

“Fuck me.”, Steve groaned as his head tipped back. “Stop. Stop, stop, stop. I’m going to fucking cum if you keep doing that.”

Eddie wipes his mouth as he moves out of the way, allow you to descend on to Steve’s cock. The man brushes your hair from your face with his hands as you grind and bounce against him.

“I love you, Y/N. Still fucking beautiful—mmm—God…” His lips passionately kissed yours as your hands roamed his chest, absently unbuttoning his shirt so you could feel his warm skin. Steve’s arms wrapped around your back, lifting you up and placing you on the floor underneath him.

Hastily, he removed his suit jacket with his shirt, tossing it to the side as he thrust his hips against yours, placing his palms on either side of you for leverage. Eddie tenderly reaches for his face, bringing his lips to his own.

Your pussy clenches at the sight, reaching your fingers between you two to rub your clit. Your free had reaches up to caress the metalhead’s cheek and he turns into it, gently kissing your fingers before leaning down to kiss your lips as well.

“Fuck…I’m…Steve…baby, please.”, you beg. His chest falls to yours and your arms wrap around his shoulders as he roughly rolls his hips into yours. You whimper his name repeatedly in his ear as you come undone around him.

“Yes, honey. Oh my god.”, he mewls as his breath and pants warm your skin. He chases his high till a few moments later you feel his hips sputter, clinging your legs tighter to him, as he pumps his spend deep into your body.

As soon as he pulled out of you, you watched with hooded eyes as Eddie fully slid his pants off and took the other boys place between your legs. You both moaned as he guided his dick into your entrance, watching himself as he slowly pumped his cock in and out to the tip.

His hands grasped your thighs, opening them as wide as they would allow as he smirked up at you. “Princess, I could watch myself disappear inside of you all day. Fuck… you feel so fucking good gripping me.”

Eddie’s strokes were precise, pushing himself deep into your cunt making your toes curl. Steve leaned towards the other man, placing gentle kisses down his chest, along his stomach, to your bundle of nerves. You moaned as his tongue flicked rapidly against your nub while the metalhead ran his fingers through his hair and pressed him harder against you.

“Yes! Fuck! Don’t…don’t stop.”

Eddie’s pace picked up as Steve continued to play with your clit, his mouth making obscene smacking sounds that made your eyes roll even as you tried to watch them. Your body began to shake as you came, screaming Eddie’s name till your orgasm stopped coursing through you.

You lazily tugged on the man’s head, silently begging him to stop. His lips detached from you long enough to find your own. You hummed at the taste of yourself as the other boy hovered over you both as his hips smacked against yours.

“I love hearing you cum, sweetheart. Mmm—one of my favorite fucking sounds.” Eddie’s rhythm faltered as he came inside of you.

Both men continued to kiss along your neck until the metalhead gradually pulled out of you and fell to your side.

“Do you want to take a bath?”, Steve whispered, chuckling as you aggressively shook your head.

“Tired. Cuddle.”

“And food, dude. I’m kind of hung over but also kind of hungry.”

“Excuse me. I am not the fucking butler. I will take care of the lady and you can go get us some food.”

You and Eddie laughed as the boy crawled towards the door before rising to his feet and heading downstairs.

Steve lifted you onto the bed, disappearing into the bathroom, and returning with a rag as he cleaned you.

“Thank you…for tonight. I had a lot of fun.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, honey. It was nice for it to just be us three.”

You nod as the other boy reappears with leftovers from dinner. “It was nice. I mean the kids are great but hot damn are they exhausting sometimes.”

“And clingy.”, you add. “I hope you know I’m very proud of you both and love you so much.”

They grin as they kiss your cheeks at the same time.

“We love you to, babe.”

“Here’s hoping we don’t kill each other in the next five years so we can do this again.”, Eddie raises his cup of water, flinching when you smack his arm. “What?! What did I do?”

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ackermansupremacy · 3 years

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Congratulations on your milestone! I was wondering if I could get some Porco and/or Reiner smut and fluff 👉👈

Aww thanks babe!! Hyhhhuhhb anything to write more Porco nsfw headcanons

Porco

Sighh

This guy really likes casual dates

Like grocery shopping with you is one of his favorite things to do

He’ll hold the basket for you while you talk about all the different things you want to eat uwu

He claims he loves to help you cook but he just loves when you let him taste test things

And if you ask him to get you like a measuring cup or smth he counts that as helping you cook

He loves nothing more than going dancing with u tho

Omg if you grind on him EVEN A LITTLE that will get him goinggg

He’ll probably drag you into the bathroom-

*AHEM*

Hes the type of guy who wouldn’t want a pet

And would complain when you first got one

But him and the pet become inseperable

Smut under de cut

This man doesn’t hesistate to let you know when hes in the mood

No matter where you are or when it is

He’ll grab you and pull you by the hair a lil bit and ask if you wanna leave

Maybe he’ll even choke you a lil if no ones looking idk 🥴

In a modern au Honestly if hes horny enough he’ll take you in the back seat of his car

Hell if you’re okay with it he’ll straight up finger you behind a building or have you suck his cock

He kinda thinks it hot thinking about how any one could see you two

Give him an award for his next level dirty talk FUCK

“Mm...fuck baby you make me feel so good...so fucking good”

He’ll talk super close to your ear and mark your neck

Or lightly choke you omffff

His hands are magical dude, they can always find that one spot that has you unraveling in minutes

And he will ABUSE it until your crying then laugh and call you cute :(

Omfggg when hes hitting it in doggy he’ll sneak his thumb into your butt so gently you hardly even notice

He’ll do just about anything get you cumming all over him :(((

Reiner

This man is pure husband material

He wakes you up in the morning by just rolling halfway on top of you and gives you a hug

And a lil kiss 🥺

Getting out of bed is like his least favorite part of the day ngl

He always makes your coffee/tea exactly the way you like it without fail

Even if your craving it a different way he always just knows??

He’ll also just do some things to make sure your day goes a little smoother

Like he’ll take care of your pet, make sure your phone is charged, leave a cup of water on your bedside table etc

He just likes knowing hes taken care of you before he goes to work

Reiner dislikes cooking, but hes AMAZING at it

He much prefers your cooking over his but mans can make a mean omelette

He much prefers your cooking over his though

Ok now for the s p i c y stuff

This man is PACKING

He has a SCHLONG.

He kinda knows how to use it but hes kinda shy...

He likes when you ride him best so you can control the pace

Plus he thinks you on top of him is the best view ever

He has a big thing for eye contact and he likes to stroke your cheek :(

He also likes the closeness of missionary

He definitely values intimacy and sees sex as a lot more than just fucking

Unlike his younger self who could go in doggy for hours-

Hes kinda plans the nights he wants to fuck if you’re okay with that LMAO

Hes pretty quiet in bed, only occasional grunts

But sometimes his legs do the shakey shakey 🥴

He always always always you cum before he does

He’s really good at aftercare and pillow talk too 🥺

Cuddling after is a must for him

Then he likes to wake up and do it all again in the morning ;)

Earlier an anon said they wouldnt be surprised if i posted somethin at 6am,,,,

I am a s h a m e d 💀

#aot #snk #attack on titan #porco galliard #aot porco #porco galliard x reader #porco imagines #snk porco #porco smut #reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #aot reiner #snk reiner #reiner imagine #reiner

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that-blue-vault-dweller · 3 years

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Chaotic Neutral F!Sole tries to flirt with Paladin Damse but fails headcanons(or drabble or whatever you prefer to do)?

Oh, gosh, I got way too much enjoyment out of writing this 😂 I used my F!Sole Nora Hale as the Chaotic Neutral F!Sole you wanted, and I hope that's okay. 😊 I could just see my F!Sole doing this 😅

I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for the request! 🥰💙💛

Word Count: 898

“When it comes to charisma, you didn’t really get the lion’s share. You couldn’t fight your way out of a wet paper bag,” Piper declared, and Nora furrowed her brow, unable to believe the reporter.

They had been amiably arguing about this for a while now, and Nora honestly did not know why Piper had even began the argument. But all Nora knew was that she was definitely not going to lose to the reporter.

“Piper, I am smoother than a baby’s butt. I am like a Casanova. I mean… I inherited all the good genes for this sort of thing. Why do you think I went for a law degree, huh?” Nora questioned with a smirk.

“Uh… Wishful thinking?” Piper suggested, and Nora’s smirk fell from her face immediately as she rolled her eyes.

“Ha, ha,” she sarcastically replied. Piper shook her head, grinning quite a bit as she looked at her. Nora raised an eyebrow, knowing that she looked much too pleased with herself for her own good.

“Alright, if you’re so smooth, why don’t you go flirt with… Danse?!” Piper pointed at the first guy she saw nearby, and Nora blanched a little at the sight of the man. Nora raised an eyebrow, looking the ex-paladin up and down and sizing him up.

“Huh… Did you really have to pick the most oblivious guy on the face of the Earth?” Nora questioned, and Piper shrugged with an easy grin.

“Well, it’s a challenge. Besides, you’re the one that’s been talking crap about being smooth and gliding through every situation. This should actually just be a regular day for you, huh?” Piper cheekily told her, and Nora’s eyes hardened as determination filled her. If she wanted her to flirt with Danse, she’d go for it and do a fine job of it, too.

“Alright, Pipes. I’ll be right back. That is, after I leave ol’ soldier boy a blushing mess,” Nora assured her, pointing finger-guns in Piper’s direction. The reporter reciprocated the gesture, just leaning against a nearby wall.

She rubbed her hands together, hurrying up behind the man. However, before she could reach him, she tripped over something just behind him, her body flying toward his. She crashed into his power-armor clad back with a loud clang before falling onto the ground.

“What the--- Hale, are you alright?!” he questioned worriedly as he turned toward her. She rubbed at her face from her spot on the ground and she looked up at him, trying to think of the best thing she could to flirt.

“I must be falling for you.”

“You must have hit your head harder than I originally perceived… You fell on me,” he explained, reaching a hand down to help her to her feet. She grabbed onto his giant hand and let him pull her up. She wracked her brain quickly, trying to come up with a good one. As soon as she was on her feet, she grinned ridiculously, waggling her eyebrows.

“Did it hurt when you fell?” Nora pulled out another cheesy line, just haphazardly throwing herself out there as she tried to make him see that she was obviously flirting with him.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he responded, looking quite concerned for her indeed.

“I think you need to sit down,” he spoke, and she shook her head, grabbing onto his shoulder.

“No, no… Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?” she clarified, raising an eyebrow with a giant smile.

“You must be concussed. We need to find medical assistance,” he pointed out, looking around the area as he tried to find anyone that could help her. She shook her head.

“Y’know, Heaven, Danse,” she spoke, trying to get him to understand the line. He just looked increasingly worried as his eyebrows were practically sitting on top of his eyes at this point.

“I have never fallen from Heaven, Hale, but I have jumped from a Vertibird before, if that’s what you mean,” he explained, and she was practically ready to tear her hair out from his sheer cluelessness. At that point, she decided that if words were not working, then actions would surely do the trick.

She sashayed closer to him, resting her arm across his shoulder as she unashamedly looked him up and down with a half-lidded glance. His gaze quickly shifted to her face, confusion in his eyes before it quickly shifted to realization.

“We need to find someone quickly. You don’t look entirely coherent. That can’t be a good sign,” he spoke before starting to tug her off in a direction, shouting for Curie or some sort of doctor.

“At least buy me dinner first!” Nora threw out in a last-ditch attempt to make him see what she was doing, and Danse just raised his voice to an even greater decibel as he tried to get someone’s attention.

As Nora was being drug away, she saw Piper come up where she and Danse had been standing. She had a positively infuriating smirk on her face, and Nora just glared at her quietly.

This definitely had not turned out the way she had hoped. And she had a stinking suspicion that Piper had just been baiting her the entire time just to watch her embarrass herself.

Oh, yes.. Her best friend was definitely going to pay for that little trick.

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 3 years

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A Little Blood Never Hurt Anyone

Fandom: The Mentalist

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader (Reader Menstruates, but no pronouns used, reader is Marcus’ partner not specified as GF or BF)

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Rating: T (Nudity, nothing sexual though, are boy is just here to help you)

Warnings: Blood because periods and your embarrassment, but Marcus is a sweetie and he is here to help you.

Summary: There’s one thing about Marcus that differentiates him from all your past boyfriend’s and that is that he’s an adult man who acts like an adult man. He’s mature, he’s responsible, he’s kind, he’s pragmatic and romantic. So when you’re bleeding everywhere, it surprises you, but really shouldn’t, that he’s calm, collected and just wants to take care of you.

Notes: This is a theme I come back to, I think mostly because as an adult who menstruates there’s something deeply attractive about a man who’s a actual adult and can’t handle you bleeding from your vagina like an adult and not like a child who can’t even say the word period.

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There was never a worse feeling than the slick wetness of blood pooling between your thighs at 2 in the morning. There was not a worse way to find yourself roused from sleep than to feel that sensation as blood slips down your inner thighs and pools beneath you soaking into your bed covers and clothes, this wake-up call was made exponentially worse when you realised Marcus had slept over and that you’d never even had to broach the topic of periods with him. No, no conversation had ever happened, you had no idea what his attitude was, but now you’d gone and bled over your bedding and partly on him, if the feeling of blood pooling near where he was curled around you was anything to go by. You hadn’t expected to have to deal with this with your boyfriend of four months, but you supposed it was inevitable, seeing as it happened every month.

With a groan you push the duvet off of the two of you and sit up to assess the damage. Turning on the lamp, Marcus barely stirs as you take time to figure out what’s happened. There’s a noticeable red spot through your pajama bottoms and the fitted sheet underneath has a large wet spot too, looking to Marcus you feel embarrassment warm your cheeks at the blood stains on his pajama bottoms where he’d been curled up with you. It makes you want to cry because this is not how you wanted to wake up or spend your morning and you’ll have to wake Marcus who already has to get up early to leave for a case at 5am. He shouldn’t have to get up early and he shouldn’t have to have his pajama bottoms ruined by your blood.

“Marcus...baby.” You shake his shoulders gently, wincing at the feeling of blood slipping down your legs as you sit up and how gross you feel in that moment. You can’t believe it came a whole week early, a whole week, how were you supposed to predict that?

“Mmm, sweetheart? What’s wrong?” His voice is thick and heavy with sleep, deeper than usual if that’s possible and under any other circumstance it would make you want to curl up into him as he talked to you.

“I...I started my period and there’s blood everywhere, I’m sorry for waking you, baby, but you need to get changed...I...I’m sorry.” It’s the embarrassment and upset in your voice that wakes him up fully, forcing him to sit up and take stock of the situation. You’re right there’s blood on him, but that’s okay, his pajamas are the ratty sort that he should have thrown out years ago anyway. You're covered in it and the bed needs changing too, but it’s okay, he thinks, this is okay, he can do that simply enough. He’s never minded changing the bed. The sheets are dark enough in colour that it shouldn’t stain too badly. He’s calculating the best course of action, what to do first before he even notices your downward gaze and trembling lip.

“Hey...honey,” He’s cupping your cheeks in his hands, large and warm. They bring your focus back onto him and not the blood that is drying on your legs or the aching that’s starting up in your lower back and abdomen. “It’s okay, a little blood never hurt anyone. Let’s get you cleaned up first, okay?” He keeps his voice soft for you, hands stroking a gentle thumb on the apple of your cheek before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

He’s wide awake now as he steps out of your bed and walks to your side, hands gripping your own as he walks you backwards to the bathroom. The bed can wait until he’s got you into the shower and got you some clothes and whatever else you need. You come first and you’re clearly uncomfortable as the blood flows steadily downwards with the force of gravity.

“I’m so embarrassed, Marcus…” You can’t wait to get clean, you feel horrible and uncomfortable. The lure of warm water has you picking up the pace to the bathroom even though your stomach cramps are getting worse and worse with each second.

“Honey, you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about. If it’s about the blood…” He gestures to the red stains on his sweatpants that you just know aren’t coming out with how they’ve already dried, “I’m an adult, a little blood doesn’t bother me and I needed to throw these away anyway.”

He turns the shower on, letting it heat up as he begins to help you out of your stained pajamas. He’s certain he can get the blood out of them if he gets them in a tub to soak fast enough, the blood is fresh enough. He knows they’re your favourite pair and he’d hate for you to have to throw them away, “I don’t ever want you to be ashamed of your periods, sweetheart, it’s natural. It’s okay.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” You think back to the last couple of boyfriends, how they just couldn’t even stomach you mentioning your period let alone the sight of blood or a sanitary towel or tampon. He’s so vastly different in the maturity with which he’s handling this that it confuses you that he’s not shying away from you right now.

“Baby,” He holds your face in his hands again once you're free of your clothes, “I don’t know what sort of guys you were dating before, but they should have helped you with this, okay? I’m not setting a new standard, I'm just doing what I should.” It breaks his heart to think that you’re ashamed of your body, of something that you can’t help and that you somehow think he’s something special for doing what anyone should do for their partner when they’re bleeding for days on end. It’s the least you should expect from him.

“Now, get your cute butt in that shower and I'll get these clothes in a bucket and change the bedding. Do you want one of my shirts to change into? Where do you keep your tampons? Pads?” Taps you on the butt, a light tap urging you under the warm spray before gathering your clothes.

“Yes please, I think there’s one in my closet? The flannel that you left last time? I’ve got some stuff in here in the cupboard,” You think to your stash under the sink, grateful you weren’t running out of anything.

“The flannel, got it, honey!”

He leaves you to your shower and strips the bed off first before anything else. The blood spot is pretty large, but it’s still wet and once again he’s pretty sure the stain will come out, especially in the darker fabric. His pajama bottoms follow, they’re probably a lost cause but he figures he might as well try and clean them just in case. He putters to your kitchen and fills your mop bucket up with cold water and stain remover, leaving the laundry in it to soak before putting it anywhere near a washing machine.

The flannel is in your chest of drawers and he grabs it along with a pair of your underwear that he’s sure are one of your comfier pairs. You’re still under the stream of hot water when he comes in to place them on the closed lid of the toilet seat.

“Got some clothes for you, sweetheart.” He takes a moment to watch you. He’s just happy to see you relaxed, sure it’s early in the morning and he’s tired, but seeing you brighten, that’s worth it. He can sleep on the plane later, it’ll take a few hours to get from DC to New York where his case is and he doesn’t mind being tired if it means your day goes a little smoother.

“Thank you, baby.” You sigh out in response, the warm water easing some of the pain in your body. The cramps never feel as bad under warm water and your back ache eases a little bit at least.

“Do you have a spare set of bedding?”

“Umm…” You have to think for a moment, what did you do with your old bedding, did you throw it out? No, you wouldn’t have, surely not. “Maybe? Check the cabinet in the hallway?”

He finds it hidden in the back of the hallway cabinet, the bedding doesn’t match the current colour scheme of your room but he doesn’t think that matters much when you just need a clean, comfy bed to fall into. He has the bed made by the time you’re walking out of the bathroom, hair dripping wet, his flannel over your shoulders.

“Get into bed, honey.” Marcus urges you, opening up the blankets for you and sliding in besides you.

You reach over and turn the light off, “I’m sorry I woke you up at 2am…”

“It’s okay, sweetie, you need anything else?” He asks as he wraps himself around you, arms tight around your waist, face pressed into your shoulder, dropping little kisses there. His beard tickles a little, he’s still got the thing, not that you mind. He’s warm and he smells like comfort and that’s all you can really ask for even while your uterus is having a go at you.

“Just hold me till I fall asleep?”

“I think that can be arranged.” A leg slips between yours, toes pressed into the back of your calf and it’s like having your own living, breathing weighted blanket. He becomes a comforting weight at your back, a warmth that has your eyes drooping and you yawning into your pillow.

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The next time you wake up it’s to say goodbye to him at 5 in the morning. He demands you stay in bed, giving you a longer than necessary kiss on his way out and making sure the laundry is in the washing machine before he leaves. You miss him the moment you hear the front door shut, but allow yourself to nuzzle back into your covers and fall back asleep. The lethargy you always feel around your period hitting you like a truck already.

Work for the next few days is a killer. Your back aches, your stomach keeps cramping so hard you want to bend yourself in half to relieve them. You’re constantly hungry, constantly tired, and everything your co-workers say gets on your nerves. Added to missing your boyfriend, who’s off trying to deal with another stupid art thief who couldn’t wait a few more weeks before deciding to steal a Picasso, you’re having a hell of a week and a hell of a period. You’re not sure you’ve had one this bad in a while actually.

It’s a Wednesday evening when the door to your home opens and closes again, the sound of keys being thrown on the side and shoes being kicked off meeting your ears. You’re curled up on your sofa, a hot water bottle pressed against your stomach in a vain effort to relieve some of your discomfort.

“Marcus?” You call out because it can only be Marcus, no one else has a key to your place. You’re a little confused because he always phones you when he’s on his way back from a case, but the rustling of bags and his deep voice calling down the corridor reassures you that maybe he just forgot, it’s certainly not a burglar. Unless, he has an evil doppelganger somewhere.

“It’s me, honey!” He drops his bag by the door, he’ll deal with the dirty laundry later and follows the sound of your voice into the living room. You’re curled up amongst what looks like every blanket you own, mind numbing TV playing that you’re not even watching, your face is scrunched up in pain and you're clutching your stomach. This part of the reason he decided to forgo going back to his own place, he wanted to check on you, make sure you’re okay, that and he really missed you.

He drops the shopping bags on the coffee table and crouches next to you, fingers pushing back strands of your hair and smoothing the harsh lines by your eyes as you wince. You’re warm to the touch and he hopes that’s normal for you and not a sign you’re getting sick on top of your period.

“You okay?”

“Just cramps. It’s okay...I’ll be okay., I’m just glad you’re back, I’ve missed you.” You ease into the soft feeling of fingers, the delicate little touches to your skin as rubs little circles into your temple and down your neck. You’ve missed this, missed him. You always miss him, but this period has hit you especially hard and you wanted him around more than ever.

“Missed you too, sweetheart.” He presses a quick kiss to your lips, but you grab his tie and pull him back down. Nipping at his bottom lip he opens his mouth to your tongue, hand cupping the back of your neck before you’re gasping in pain as another crump hits you. Marcus pulls back and presses his forehead to yours with a sigh and a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Would a bath help? I stopped at the store on my way over, got some of your favourite bubblebath and those baked things that you like.”

“Have I told you lately how you’re the perfect boyfriend?” You ask pressing kisses over his cheeks before settling for brushing your nose against his. You’re not sure how he manages to make you feel better even when you’re in pain and hormonal, but like a magic cure he does.

“Mmm.. I don’t think so?”

“Well, you’re the perfect boyfriend and I love you very much.” You press another kiss to his lips, sighing into his mouth before pulling back and settling back into your nest of blankets.

“I love you too, why don’t you stay here? I’ll go run that bath.” He reaches down to grab the bubblebath from the bag and tosses you a few bags of your favourite snacks to munch on while you wait. You decide then and there that anyone who ever gave him up was an absolute idiot who couldn’t see that they already had the crown jewels. Why would you ever want anyone else?

He’s never understood your fascination with burning hot bath water, but he makes it how you prefer it even if it’s a tad hot for his tastes. If he wasn’t so sore from his flight, he might have tried to carry you to the bath, but the last thing he wanted was to drop you when you weren’t feeling great, so instead he just moves your half eaten snacks to the coffee table and pulls you gently by the hands to your bathroom.

There’s nothing sexual about the way he helps you undress, it’s something you love about Marcus, that he can put aside his libido to help you get undressed and into your bath. There’s no touches outside of the caring and gentle ones, no comments about your nudity, just him helping you get into the hot bath water. You sink into it like it’s the finest feather bed, watching him undress himself, before sliding in behind you. Legs on either side of yours, chest pressed to your back.

Your tub is a little small for the two of you, so you can’t stretch out completely, but that’s fine because you’d take it being a little cramped and Marcus being there over being on your own. He helps you wash, careful with you at every step, gentle as he whispers how much he’s missed you, how much he loves you and tells you about his case and how they managed to catch the gang of thieves this time.

He massages the back of your neck and shoulders as you lie against him, working on the knots that have started to form over the last few days. A pop in your neck has you sighing and you’re thankful for the press of his fingers over your spin and through the knots that have been causing you to lose sleep while he’s been gone.

The two of you stay there until the water begins to get cool, Marcus helping you out of the tub and drying you down with a towel. He collects your clothes and helps you get dressed for bed even though you can put your things on yourself. It’s nice that you don’t have to, that he carefully slides your legs into your pajama bottoms and drags your favourite sleep shirt over your head before pressing two quick kisses to your lips and ushering you into bed.

“Marcus, where are you going?” You ask when he leaves you there, hand grabbing his as he walks past you to the door to the rest of your home. You just want him wrapped around you right now and can’t understand why he’d leave you.

“I’m going to lock up, honey, and grab your blankets. I’ll be back.” He gives your hand a squeeze. He loves that you want him around, after all the times he’s been more invested than his partner, this time, this time it feels right. You don’t just tolerate him, you love him. You want him there and it makes every little thing he does for you infinitely more rewarding when he knows you appreciate him for everything.

“Quickly?” You’re cute staring up at him with a pout and he knows that he wouldn’t be able to take longer than is strictly necessary when he knows you're waiting for him to come back to bed and curl up beside you.

“Quickly.” He leans over you placing a kiss to your nose before going to lock up. He makes sure all the windows are shut, the front door locked, the television off, all before grabbing the pile of blankets you’d left on the sofa to return to you.

He throws them around you, letting you grab a few to snuggle up with, before climbing in bed beside you, spooning you from behind. He takes a deep breath and feels his body relax with the familiar smell of your shampoo and the feeling of your warm skin against his cheek. He could spend the rest of his life looking after you, curling up with you after coming back from a case and he would die happy that way. He’d happily take care of you through every single period and every single bout of sickness, just as long as he gets to be with you.

“You need anything?”

“No, everything I need is right here, baby.” You sigh back into his arms, twisting a leg through his as he rubs a hand over your stomach soothing away the lingering pains with gentle circles.

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thevampiresiren · 4 years

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Helping Yoongi Shave

Word Count: 2.5K

Genre: Fluff, Humor

WARNINGS: Soft!Yoongi, Tooth Aching Fluff, Cursing, Slight Suggestive Themes (nothing major, just some suggestive flirting and a little talk of sex. Yoongi also puts his hands on the reader's butt)

Summary: Yoongi needs to shave, but he's too tired to do it himself. So he teaches you how to shave him.

A/n: So… This is the very first Fanfic that I wrote and I’m not going to lie; I was a very nervous about posting it until one of my friends read it for me and loved it. I’m not sure if I’ll be doing this stuff as a part of my blog ALL the time, but if I can think of anything and if it comes out good; I’ll definitely post it. Also I just REALLY wanted to do a Yoongi shaving fanfic because I think helping your significant other shave is SO intimate and involves a lot of trust. I hope you guys like it!

I was passed out on the couch in the living room when I woke up to the sound of keys jingling outside the apartment door. As Holly got up from laying next to my feet, I picked up my phone and saw that it was around 1:30 am. As the door opened, I heard the brown toy poodle bark happily while he was spanning around in a circle while footsteps stopped to where he was. "Shhh, Holly. You're gonna wake Mom up." My boyfriend whispered petting the fluffy canine.

"Too late, she's awake." I yawned while stretching with a smile on my face. Yoongi looked up from petting Holly.

"I'm sorry, Jagiya. I thought you were in bed." Yoongi said while taking his shoes off, setting his work bag down, and walking over to me. I smiled as he tilted my chin up to gently peck my lips. When he pulled away, he laughed loudly. "What?" I asked.

"Nice bed head, babe". He said smirking while nodding at me. I ran my my finger through hair and sighed. "Hey, don't be upset. It's cute." He said standing up and kissing my check. I felt a slight roughness on my skin once he made contact. I look at his upper lip and chin, smirking.

"Nice stubble, babe." I copied. He touched his face and groaned. "Don't be upset. Its cute." I mocked. Yoongi smiled.

"I'm gonna go get changed. I'm too tired to shave tonight." He said yawning while walking to our bedroom. Holly and I followed not far behind and he laid down in his little bed starting to doze off again knowing his dad was home. I walked in and saw that Yoongi had put his glasses on and changed into his black sweatpants that hung loosly on his hips and was topless. He was by no means the buffest man in world, nor did he have majorly defined abs; but he was toned enough that you could see his pecs, and when the light hit right at the correct angel; his faint abs from him most recently working out would show up. He was perfect. His arm muscles slightly moved as he threw his clothes into hamper. I was too busy admiring him before he broke me from trance. "You okay over there? If I didn't know any better I'd get the feeling you're checking me out." He said with a cocky smirk. I smiled and pushed myself off the door frame I was leaning on.

"Nah, I think your hideous and by no means attractive. And you do it to me all the time." I said jokingly.

"Your loud noises from me pinning you down two nights ago and those dark marks say otherwise, baby girl". He said smirking. I blushed while trying to cover the "love marks" on my neck and where my shoulders met.

"Shut up and let me enjoy my hot boyfriend's body when we aren't fucking." I said laughing. Yoongi let out chuckle before he went off to the master bathroom to brush his teeth. I changed out of my day clothes into nothing but his white Fear of God shirt that hit my mid thighs and put my hair in a high ponytail.

"Aish! Its so fucking bad" Yoongi groaned loudly. I looked in and saw him examining his facial hair, clearly upset with how fast it was growing. "Yoon, just shave it tomorrow before you go to work. You need sleep." I said walking over to him. I knew he was beyong exhausted by how irritated he sounded and by the slight bags under his eyes. It was comeback season and I knew he was over working himself a bit. He was eating healthy and was taking care of himself like he has been, but I still worried about him. "I can't, we have an interview in the morning and we have dance practice. Plus, I need to finish up a song in the home studio once I wake up." He said leaning his head against the mirror pouting; his raven bangs falling and covering his eyes. I wrapped my arms around his bare torso and leaned my cheek on his broad shoulder making him shiver at the contact. "What if I do it for you?" I said quietly.

"My work?"

"No, dumbass." I said pulling away laughing while he turned around. "I mean shave your face." I said poking his chubby cheeks and kissing his pout.

"You sure you're not to tired to do that for me?"

"I wouldn't be offering if I was."

"Yes you would, because I'd do it too for you."

"I've already gotten at least 4 hours of sleep. You've been up since 6 am. I have more energy and I don't want you stressing out over it. Let me do it, baby. Let me take care of you." I said seriously.

"God, I can't wait to make you my wife." He said sighing. I laughed loudly "Who said I would say yes if your proposed?".

"We've talked about it and you were weak at the knees when I told you I would give you as many kids as you want and I would find a way to make it work for you, the kids, and music. Plus, you let me take your v-card. You've already said yes based on that like I did." Yoongi said laughing.

I blushed. "Just go get your damn razor and everything else." I said crossing my arms over my chest. Yoongi turned around and opened the medicine cabinet to pull out his shaving cream, aftershave, and the black leather case that he kept his razor in. He set everything in front of the sink and scooted out of the way for me to work. I opened up the case and saw exactly what type of razor it was. Anxiety shivered through my body as I pulled the razor out carefully. I just came to the realization that I had never actually SEEN his razor. He usually was using it on tour or even over at the dorm with the rest of the guys. Whenever he did shave here, it was in the shower.

"Yoongs..."

"Yeah?"

"This is a straight razor...". I said quietly.

"I know. It gets closer to my skin and the shave lasts longer. It works better for me than a normal one.". I carefully opened the blade far away from either of us at the risk of us getting cut. I stared at it and my anxiety just continued to grow. These were dangerous and I'd never used one before.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Yoongi said looking at me concerned while reaching out and gently rubbing my shoulder.

"I'm scared I'm going to pull a Thomas Brown Hewitt and slit your throat while I shave you. I can't afford a lawsuit as big as you." I said casually as I carefully set the razor down after I slowly put the blade back. Yoongi busted out laughing loudly at my comment.

"You'll do fine, Kitten." He said calmly after he collected himself. "I'll show you how to use it on yourself first if that'll make you more comfortable.". I thought for a moment and nodded my head agreeing. Yoongi grabbed the shaving cream and turned the water on so it was hot but not scolding. "Fuck." Yoongi said looking down, his deep raspy voice just slightly about a whisper as he just noticed what I was wearing. I smirked at him with a face that said "really?" .

"Sorry, you just look really fucking cute." He said blushing. Yoongi showed me how to put the cream on my legs which was no different than I normally do. He then grabbed the razor, instructing me to put my hand where his was. He lightly wrapped his large hand around my wrist, and started.

"Okay, so the trick is to go with the grain of hair; never against it. It can cause bumps and ingrown hairs. Also keep your hand at a 30-degree angle. Anything more will cut yourself. Make sure the skin is always taught as well. And go slow and gentle. Like this.". Yoongi began helping me shave where my ankle was and guiding me with the right amount of pressure. After a few more strokes of him helping me, I had enough confidence to do it on my own. It wasn't as hard or scary as I thought. After 20 minutes, I had both of my legs shaved and set the blade down on the sink. I ran my hands down my legs and noticed how smoother my legs were. I had no cuts, bumps, or anything like I normally would. "I DID IT YOONGI! I DIDN'T KILL MYSELF!". I yelled extremely happy that I didn't have to go to the ER, wrapping my arms around Yoongi's neck . He laughed at how excited I was.

"I told you that you could do it. Are you ready to try it on me now?" He said picking the blade back up. I smiled and told him to sit down on the counter of the bathroom sink. Once he was sat down and his glasses were off, I put the water on and shaving cream on his face. Just when I had turned to grab the razor; I felt a large warm hand on my wrist. "Um.. wait a second."

While I went to look over at Yoongi; I felt a soft, light, pressure on my left cheek followed by a muffled sound. I looked between my face and part of my hair covered in white, to Yoongi's right hand also covered in white and the right side of his face showing his skin underneath. It took me a second to get over my shock before I began processing what had just happened. "MIN YOONGI." I yelled, waking Holly up, making him barm from the disturbance of his sleep before going back to bed. Yoongi busted out in a full-on laugh attack causing him to almost fall off the sink before catching himself. As I washed the shaving cream off of me, I looked annoyed but also amused at him being playful. "I want a divorce already." I said laughing with him. Once we both settled down and Yoongi had his face covered in shaving cream again; I grabbed the razor and was about to start shaving him when my anxiety started getting the better of my again. Yoongi sensed my anxiety sparking and grabbed my hand that wasn't holding the razor.

"Hey." Yoongi said while he looked up at me lovingly, running his long fingers over mine soothingly. "I trust you okay. I know you won't hurt me." He said before kissing my knuckles, careful not to get the shaving cream on my hand. I nodded smiling and slowly started shaving him. Several minutes in shaving him, while I was concentrating, I felt Yoongi's hands reach behind me to my upper thighs, pulling me closer. He gently started rubbing soothing circles on them and messaging my ass.

"Keep it PG, Min. I have weapon and I'm not afraid to use it." I said jokingly making him chuckle.

"You know what you in my clothes do to me." He said with a tired smirk. His dark lashes hit his cheekbones as he relaxed under my touch. I smiled at a how serene he looked, and it took everything in me not to kiss him. Once I was done, I rubbed my nose against his causing him to open one eye and smile. I grabbed the washcloth and gently cleaned whatever was left of his shaving gel. I grabbed his Invictus aftershave and put some on his face.

"Okay, I'm think done." I said proud of myself. Yoongi put his glasses back on and grabbed the handheld mirror I had held out to him and examined his face closely. A huge smile hit his lips and he wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders and pulled me to his broad chest. "You did amazing Jagi. Thank you." He said as he muzzled his face into my neck.

"You're welcome, Yoons." I said tiredly as I ran my fingers through his soft locks, laying my head on top of his. The faint smell of his aftershave along with the smell of him in general hitting my nose made me feel tired as I gently messaged his head. Yoongi hummed quietly into my neck before placing chaste lazy kissing to my neck, chest, below my ear lobe, cheeks, temple, nose, and finally my lips.

"I love soft, cuddly Yoongi." I said giggling. Yoongi looked at me with a soft smile, our noses touching.

"I thought you loved rough, dominate Yoongi?" He said rubbing our noses together.

"Ehh, I like all sides. I'm an easy woman to please." I said looking at him smiling before telling him it was time for us to go to bed. He yawned while nodding and we headed to our bed, setting his glasses down on the nightstand. He pulled me close, so my head was laying on his chest and placed his hand on the side of my face. Our centimeters away from each other he smiled and looked into my eyes with his full of love, care, warmth, and passion. "I love you so much, Jagi." He said tired while stroking my cheek bone. I leaned it connected my lips to his in a sweet but passionate kiss. We both pulled away with giant smiles on our faces. I responded looking tiredly into his eyes. "I love you too, Yoongi.". I layed my head on my pillow, my face buried in his neck breathing in his scent while he buried his in my hair, arms wrapped tightly around me. "I can't believe you smashed me in the face with shaving cream." I said quietly.

"That's what you get for staring at me and then parading around our bedroom in my shirt and your lace panties you brat.". He responded letting out and airy chuckle. I smiled before closing my eyes and falling asleep to his light breathing.

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atths--twice · 4 years

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The Second Year

So begins the second year of being parents. They have had a wonderful first year getting to know their little girl and each other once again. A year of tears and happiness, and now it’s time to see what will be in store for them. I hope you enjoy these stories of love and family life. ❤💕

A Remarkable Christmas 1a/8

Chapter One

Christmas Trees and Declarations of Love

It’s Christmas time in the Unremarkable House. Time for decorations, memories, friends, happiness and celebrating the holiday.

December 2019

Scully closed the gate, stopping Bella from running off the porch and out into the night, as Mulder set the last bin down, sighing deeply as he did.

“That’s the last of them,” he said, scooping Bella up and holding her to his chest, kissing her head before setting her back down.

“Did they multiply out in the shed? Why don’t I remember having this many last Christmas?” she asked, frowning as she touched the lid of the top bin.

“No, this is how many we had. Six, nearly full to the top.”

“I don’t remember so many.”

“Well, that may be because you didn’t carry each one out to the shed last year,” he quipped and she looked at him.

“Oh that’s right, because I had pushed a baby out of my va…”

“Hup,” he interrupted her, putting up his hand and pointing a finger at her face, giving her a look. “That’s enough of that then, Miss.” She laughed and he shook his head, taking off the lid of the bin.

“Oof,” she said, leaning up to look inside. “That’s… a lot. Most of this stuff goes inside, but I don’t think we need all of it in the house.” She stopped speaking at his scoff and looked at him.

“Her first Christmas, well the first one she won’t mostly sleep through, and you want to skimp on the decorations? For shame, Scully,” he tut tutted at her, shaking his head.

“Mulder, six bins.”

“Scully, first Christmas.”

They stared at each other and she smiled, reaching for a bin and lugging it to the door. He muttered a yes under his breath and she laughed, stepping inside the house, Bella following behind, rising on her hind legs to look inside the bin when it was opened.

“No, Bella!” she laughed, as she grabbed at the golden garland Bella had taken into her teeth, attempting to run away. A game of tug of war ensued, the garland missing some bits as a result. “I know it’s new and exciting, but we don’t eat decorations.” Bella barked and Mulder tossed a ball across the room and she chased after that instead.

They unpacked the bins, exclaiming over the decorations they acquired last year and the ones from years previous. She smiled at the small items that brought such joyous memories. The dishes, ornaments, and candles; it all held happiness within, even if some were bittersweet.

Working together, they cleared spaces and placed the usual home decor into the bin, taking the place of the Christmas items. By the time they had finished, stopping occasionally as he twirled her about the room, singing along to the holiday music that was playing, the house resembled the winter wonderland from last year.

“We just need the tree,” he said, setting the stand on the floor and looking around. She smiled at him, watching his face as he took in all the beauty. He loved Halloween, she knew that, but truly he was just a kid at heart, and it showed up most during the holidays.

He caught her staring and he walked close to her, his eyes asking questions. She put her hands on his chest and he placed his hands over them, smiling happily at her. She laughed softly and he shrugged, their conversation silent, though each of them heard it.

“Let’s put these bins away and have a cup of tea before we head to bed. We can get the tree tomorrow, yeah?” she asked and he nodded. Closing the lids, they carried out the bins, leaving Bella inside the house.

She shivered as they closed the door and then she gasped. “Bella!” she cried and ran over to her dog bed, taking away the decoration she was chewing on. “Oh, Bella.” She sighed, knowing she did not understand what she had done or why it was wrong.

“What did she do? Oh, Scully, I know you liked that one.” He took the wooden nutcracker from her hands, large bite marks now covering his face and head. “Maybe they have another one at the tree farm.”

“It’s okay, but we could ask tomorrow." She sighed, taking the nutcracker back, as Bella came and sat at her feet. “I know, you don’t understand, but you’ve got a box full of toys, girl, let’s stay away from the decorations, okay?” She knelt down and patted her head, rubbing her ears, and Bella licked her face. “I know, you’re sorry. It was too much of a temptation.” Mulder laughed beside her and she looked up at him with a smile.

They sat on the couch with their cups of tea, candles glowing in lieu of any lights, reminiscing over last year. She set her cup on the coffee table, and laughed as she remembered his struggle with the tree and he huffed, but then laughed a rather evil chuckle.

“What’s that laugh?” she asked, glancing at him.

“Oh, it’s just quite ironic that you’re laughing at my struggles, when this year you’ll get to help. We’re in this together now, baby,” he said and she laughed.

“Should go smoother than, especially if I’m helping,” she teased.

“Ha. With your height?” he teased back and she gasped in mock shock. He laughed and she pounced on him, his words of warning about his cup of tea, falling on deaf ears. Bella barked and ran over to see what all the excitement was about.

She jumped on the couch and wedged herself between them, whining and wiggling as she licked at them excitedly. They both laughed, struggling to stop her, as they disentangled from one another and she moved from atop his lap, Bella still licking at him.

“I’m liking your thinking, Scully, but let’s move this to a more… private location,” he said, as he handed her his cup and lifted Bella off of the couch, grabbing her leash to take her out one last time.

Scully put their cups in the sink and blew out the candles. She smiled as she imagined the wide eyed look of wonder Faith would have when she came downstairs tomorrow. She picked up the snow globe and turned the winder on the bottom, hearing Greensleeves playing as the snow fell on the house and the small woodland animals inside.

Yes, she thought looking around again with a smile, she was going to love it.

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The time it took to put the decorations up was worth it as they watched Faith look around the room, her head swiveling back and forth, trying to stare at everything all at once. They let her toddle around, not guiding her or trying to draw her attention, simply letting her look her fill.

Bella walked beside her, gentle as always when it came to Faith, which was still incredibly spooky every time it happened. Mulder tapped Scully’s hip and nodded with his chin toward Faith. She had walked over to the snow globe and stared at it closely.

“Ha,” she said, touching the glass and looking closer. “Ha.” She looked up at them and smiled, before looking at the snow globe again.

Scully knelt beside her and smiled as she gently moved Faith’s hands. “It looks like a horse, you’re right, my love. But it’s a fawn, a baby deer.” She picked up the snow globe and turned it over, winding it to play the music, and set it back down. “See how the snow falls? It’s falling on the little house and the animals. You don’t understand, but that group of animals symbolizes our little family. The fawn is you, daddy is the fox, mama is the bunny, and Jackson is the bear. He’s hibernating right now and that’s why we don’t see him much, but we might one day. Until then…” She turned the globe over again, letting the snow fall as she looked at Faith, who touched it gently and stared inside. When the snow had stopped, she looked up at Scully and smiled, making the more sign with her hands.

Scully turned it over a few more times and Faith stood in front of it, mesmerized as much the fifth time as the first. Smiling once again, she moved on, looking at the snowmen, santas, the gingerbread house which Scully allowed her to touch and then hold the little boy and girl who stood outside the house. She wandered around, holding them tight as she looked at the angels in white flowing robes, blowing golden trumpets. Turning around, she smiled at them again and they smiled back.

Mulder lifted her up, causing her to squeal with excitement, and brought her to her chair at the kitchen table. She set the gingerbread children down and stared at them as Scully and Mulder worked together to make breakfast, Christmas music playing from her phone on the counter. He kissed the back of her neck as he passed by to grab a plate, pinching her butt as he did.

“See? Six bins,” he said triumphantly.

“Yes, you’re right once again.”

“Oh… I never tire of hearing those words,” he said with a happy sigh. She laughed as she dished up the food and he kissed her softly. “Never tire of it.” Giggling, she sat down to join them, before they went to find their Christmas tree.

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“So, we’ll stop in the house and drop this off and then head out to find the tree,” Scully said and Mulder nodded, sliding on the backpack and then setting Bella down, as she put Faith in the carrier and grabbed a plastic bag from the backseat.

Doors closed, car locked, they walked toward the little gingerbread house inside the Christmas tree farm. Breathing deeply, she smiled as she looked around. Memories of last year hung about like ghosts, coming to meet her as though waiting to say hello; tired but happy with a newborn, relief that everything was healing as it should, being home with the man she loved, Christmas being planned in their little house.

She glanced at Mulder, the leash held loose in his hand as he let Bella explore, her excitement evident in the wiggling of her little body. Reaching for his hand, he turned his head to look at her, happiness in his own eyes.

“Do you feel them too? The memories?” she asked, surprising herself at what she was admitting.

“As if they’ve been held within the trees?” he asked, nodding with a smile.

“It’s weird,” she whispered.

“Spooky. It’s spooky or it’s nothing,” he corrected her, squeezing her hand, and she laughed.

They walked to the house and at the door, he picked Bella up, shrugging as Scully looked at him. “Not sure their policy on dogs and I don’t want to get in any trouble.”

“You? Trouble? Isn’t that one of your middle names?” she teased, as he wrapped the leash around his arm.

“Government facilities, places with no trespassing signs: yes. Little old women who look like Mrs. Claus: no. Can you imagine how long I’d be on the naughty list?” He shuddered as he opened the door and she laughed, squeezing Faith’s legs gently and kissing her head.

It was warm in the little house and smelled as she remembered; of chocolate, spices, cookies, and Christmas. Everything was the same; the large sled for photos, the pot bellied stove, and the extraordinary amount of decorations filling tabletops and shelves, with Christmas music playing softly in the background. Yes, it was the same and it made her smile.

A door opened and Betty walked out, carrying a wreath with a red ribbon woven into it, pine cones, and red holly berries. She glanced up and smiled at them, then looked again, her face breaking into a huge grin.

“Hello!” she exclaimed, setting the wreath on the counter beside the register. “Oh my goodness, look at you all! Look at that girl!” She walked over and stood in front of them, her eyes shining with happiness. “I can’t believe how much she’s grown, but of course she has, it’s been a whole year already.” She smiled at Faith who stared at her and then smiled back, before she looked up at the decorations all around her.

Betty laughed and turned her attention to them. “I am so pleased to see you again, I was hoping you would be back this year. How are you? Oh my goodness, look at that, you also have a puppy! You are very brave indeed.” They all laughed and Mulder nodded in agreement.

“If you can believe it, was her idea, not mine,” he said with a smile and a nod toward Scully.

“Of course it was, we mothers are a special breed. We do crazy things at times, like agreeing to open a Christmas tree farm with three children underfoot,” Betty said, with a wink at Scully. “A puppy is tiny in comparison.” She reached out and held Bella’s head in her hands. She wiggled and tried to lick at her hands as she pet her ears.

“Howard will be happy to see you both. He was just talking about you two, you especially, Fox. He said he wanted to continue your conversation about, I believe it was, moth men?”

“Mulder, no,” Scully said, looking at him with a groan. He opened his mouth to say something, but knowing he had been caught out, he sighed and nodded. Scully sighed in exasperation as Betty laughed.

“He truly enjoyed it, so apparently it was a good conversation,” she said, patting his arm and stepping back.

“See? He enjoyed it,” he said, looking at Scully, and she rolled her eyes with a smile, before looking back at Betty.

“Betty, last night we were putting up all the wonderful items we bought last year. Well, I say bought, but…” Scully said as she looked at Betty, who smiled as she touched Faith’s arm before winking quickly at Scully. “Thank you so much for each of them, they are all so beautiful. The snow globe especially, as they are important in our home and that one in particular… it’s very special.”

“It was calling to me, like I said. It was meant to belong to you,” Betty said with a smile.

Scully nodded, smiling back as she opened the plastic bag and took out the nutcracker, holding it out for Betty to see. “This was another favorite, and somehow little miss puppy got a hold of it. I was hoping you might have one similar to it.”

“Well, my goodness. Puppy teeth can be quite sharp and at times dangerous, can’t they?” she asked with a laugh as she took the nutcracker from Scully and ran her fingers across the teeth marks Bella had made. “She obviously liked this one nearly as much as you. Yes, I think I might have a similar one, let me have a look around.” She smiled and took the bag from Scully, placing the nutcracker back inside. “Howard was just helping another customer load their tree, I’m sure he will be back soon. Why don’t you head out and he’ll meet up with you out there among the trees?”

Scully smiled and rubbed her hand on Betty’s arm. Looking at Mulder, he nodded and they began to walk towards the door, when it opened and two people walked in, stopping short as they looked up.

“Fox?”

“Rachel?”

“Dana?”

“Skinner?”

“Rachel!!”

Everyone froze, looking at one another. Scully looking at Betty, wondering how in the world she knew Rachel. Faith clapped her hands, reaching for her Uncle Walter, as they continued to look at one another. Then from behind them, a great booming voice sounded and it broke the silence.

“Rachel!” Howard shouted and quickly walked towards her, engulfing her in a bear hug that lifted her off the ground. “Oh, my girl! It’s wonderful to see you!” She gave a strained laugh and he set her down, kissing her loudly on the cheek.

“Hey, Uncle Howard. I’d ask how you are, but you’re obviously still strong as an ox,” Rachel said, rubbing her ribs and moaning.

“Ha!” he laughed, clapping his hands loudly, pulling her in for another hug as Betty walked over, smiling and waiting for her own hug.

Scully, Mulder and Skinner stared at one another, not sure what to do or say, when suddenly Bella barked and Faith screamed, her arms still out, trying to get to Skinner.

“Come on, hand her over,” Skinner said gruffly, stepping closer to Scully, causing Faith to laugh and bounce up and down. “I know, honey, you just need to wait for your mama to release you from that strange contraption.” Scully grinned as she opened the carrier and handed Faith to him. “Ah see, isn’t that better? Now you’re free.” She put her hands in her mouth with a smile as they all turned to look at Howard, Betty, and Rachel, who looked back at them and laughed.

“If you could see your faces,” Rachel said, shaking her head, a hand covering her laughing mouth.

“So, you all know each other somehow?” Howard asked, a large smile on his face.

“Uh, something like that,” Mulder laughed.

“Uncle, Auntie, you obviously already know Fox and Dana, and little Faith there,” Rachel said with a smile, looking at Faith in Skinner’s arms. “Howard and Betty are my uncle and aunt, well, not blood, but family just the same.” She smiled again as Howard put his arm around her with a chuckle. “And this… this is Walter.” Skinner stepped closer, his hand out to shake Howard’s.

“Oh, Walter, hello,” Howard said and grasped his hand in what Scully saw was a hearty handshake. Betty stepped forward and shook his hand too, though a much softer version of Howard’s.

Scully watched them, a hand to her mouth to hide her smile. She cut her eyes to Mulder’s as she felt his hand tapping her back. He raised his eyebrows and she nodded slightly, knowing this was a big moment and she felt giddy with happiness for Skinner.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both, Rachel’s told me a lot about you,” Skinner said, switching Faith to his other arm, and Mulder stepped forward to take her, but stopped when Skinner shook his head. “I just got her and I haven’t even said a proper hello.” Everyone laughed and Scully saw Betty nod as she looked Skinner up and down, apparently approving of him instantly.

“Well, it’s wonderful to meet you too, Walter, and to see you all again,” Howard said, smiling at Scully and Mulder. “Would you mind if I held this little one? You can have her right back, I promise.” Skinner handed Faith over without hesitation and Howard held her, making faces and bouncing her around. She laughed as she touched his face and he made an elephant noise. “Absolutely gorgeous.” He handed her back to Skinner, smiling at Scully with a wink.

Scully glanced at Rachel and smiled. She smiled back, taking a deep breath, and then clearing her throat. “So, we getting a tree or what?” Laughter and agreement rose up and everyone but Betty headed outside. Mulder set Bella down and Rachel bent down to pet her. “What did you decide to call her?”

“Bella,” Mulder said and Rachel stood up with a look of disbelief.

“Bella? That’s it? A black dog was given to you on Halloween, the birthday of your daughter, and you named her Bella?” she asked, raising her eyebrows and Scully smiled, liking Rachel more and more.

“Well,” Mulder laughed. “Her full name is Belladonna, which I chose, and yet her name tag, with that name engraved on it, had been already been purchased beforehand and sat in her box of items. Is that a more fitting name and story for a Halloween dog?”

“Oh, hell yeah. That’s a much better story than simply saying her name is Bella,” Rachel said, rolling her eyes with a smile.

“Uh huh,” Mulder grinned and then pulled her in for a hug. “It’s great to see you, Rachel.”

“Of course it is,” she said, stepping back and grinning. Scully smiled and Rachel looked at her, hesitation on her face until Scully embraced her, telling her she was happy to see her again.

“Hey! What the hell? Let’s go get the trees!” Skinner yelled, holding a laughing and happy Faith, as Howard laughed.

“Cool it, man. We’re coming!” Rachel called back and they all laughed, walking over to join them and pick out their trees. Mulder fell into step with the men and Scully and Rachel walked behind them, smiling at one another.

“It’s amazing how big Faith’s gotten in just over a month,” Rachel said, looking at her and Scully smiled, waving at her as she looked at her over Skinner’s shoulder.

“She has been going through a growth spurt. Eating a lot and sleeping more. Some of her clothes never had a chance to be worn, she’s growing so fast. I think she’ll be tall, well, taller than me anyway. Although that’s not too hard to accomplish.” She laughed and Rachel nodded with a smile.

“And here I always wanted to be shorter. It’s how it seems to go, right?” Rachel said and Scully nodded, truth in the statement.

“So, Howard and Betty. How exactly are they family?” Scully asked, as she heard the men laughing heartily knowing they were definitely not discussing moth men.

“Oh, they are old family friends. We moved here when I was ten, and that year we searched around to find a cut your own tree place like we had gone to in Washington, and we found this place. We didn’t really know anyone and my dad was a very charismatic man. You can imagine how he and Howard got along,” she smiled at Scully and she nodded, knowing how much she and Mulder had liked Howard. “Well, their kids were grown, and the oldest had gotten married and had a little girl, I think she was about four. We all sort of became this little non family-family. They were there after my father passed away, taking care of us and making sure we had food, and were doing okay. I didn’t come out here last year as my mother and I took a trip, so I missed them, and I’ve been busy recently with… well.” She looked at Skinner and Scully grinned.

“Yeah ya have,” she said under her breath and Rachel looked at her, her face reddening more than from the chill of the day. Scully laughed and hooked her arm through Rachel’s. “Please don’t be embarrassed or think I’m teasing you out of maliciousness. I am truly happy for the two of you. Mulder has never had anything but wonderful things to say in regards to you. And Skinner, Walter…” She shook her head and smiled, stopping them for a second, so she could look at Rachel. “He’s a good man, one to which I owe my life. I know you and I don’t know each other very well, not personally anyway, but seeing him with you, knowing you through Mulder, I can’t think of anyone better for him.” Rachel smiled and blinked her eyes, wiping at them quickly.

“Walter has said so many wonderful things about you, and Fox too, but mostly you. He’s told me how he was always impressed and in awe of you; the command you demanded without saying a word. As much as that is impressive, I told him that’s simply a woman getting shit done,” Rachel said with a smirk and Scully laughed loudly, her head falling back. She looked back at Rachel and they smiled at each other. “But he also said he owes you his life, so it seems you two are equal. I don’t know everything that’s happened, but I thank you. Thank you for saving him.” Scully stared at her and her eyes filled with tears. Nodding, she put her arms around her and they both gave a shaky laugh, wiping their eyes when they pulled apart.

“SCULLAAYYYY!” Mulder bellowed and Scully shook her head and laughed.

“Come on, we better catch up. He only says it that way when it’s really serious,” she said, rubbing Rachel’s arm as they started to head toward the sound of his voice.

“A fox in a forest calling for his mate,” Rachel said, shaking her head and laughing, as Scully smiled, thinking of all the forests and places he had called for her in that manner.

Yes, that was exactly what he was doing.

Catching up with them, the next forty five minutes were spent arguing, laughing, and passing Faith and Bella between them as they searched for the perfect trees. Howard laughed at them, siding with the women in every dispute over height, fullness, and kind of tree.

“I’ve been around a long time,” Howard said, slapping Mulder on the back as he shook his head at Scully. “It’s always best to side with the woman.” Scully smirked and Mulder sighed as he mouthed never, causing her to laugh.

Finally settling on a tree, they took turns, Scully and Rachel laughing, as Mulder and Skinner argued over the best way to cut them down.

“I did this last year, I know what I’m talking about,” Mulder said, instructing Skinner of the angle at which to cut the tree.

“One tree. You’ve cut down one tree and that makes you an expert? Shut up,” Skinner said, looking up from the base of the tree and shaking his head. “Just hold onto it and I’ll cut it down.” Mulder looked at Scully as Rachel danced around with Faith.

“One tree,” he said quietly, wiggling his eyebrows, looking down at Skinner and over at Rachel. Scully nodded with a smile, understanding the implication.

The tree cut, they carried it to the one Mulder and Scully had chosen, and set it down. Rolling up his sleeves, Mulder cleared his throat and knelt down to cut theirs down.

“Anyone interested in taking notes or a video even, to see how to properly cut down a tree, I’ll be here for a few minutes and willing to narrate as I work,” he said, as he began to cut down the tree.

“Seriously, how do you put up with him?” Skinner asked Scully and she laughed.

“He’s really cute and a great kisser,” she replied and he made a sound of disgust as he shook his head. Howard laughed and Scully winked at him.

The tree cut, Mulder stood up and grabbed Scully, kissing her loudly as he lifted her off of the ground, causing Bella to bark excitedly. Scully laughed against his mouth and kissed him again before he set her back down.

“One tree, Scully. Whose place do you think will be gifted with it?” he whispered close to her ear. He grinned as he stepped back and she bit her lip to keep from laughing.

“Jesus… come on,” Skinner said and Scully saw Rachel smack his chest, Faith reaching for him with a laugh. “Sorry, honey. I have to help carry the trees, but I will hold you again soon.” He kissed her head and Scully saw a look on Rachel’s face that she had seen before, almost a sadness or longing. She smiled quickly, but her eyes still seemed sad.

“Here, I’ll take her,” Scully said, walking over to Rachel, smiling as she reached for her.

“Oh, it’s not a problem. You have Bella there, and I really don’t mind,” Rachel said, tickling Faith, not looking at Scully. Dropping her hands back down, Scully nodded and kept an eye on her as the men picked up both trees between the three of them, laughing and cursing as they did.

Walking behind them, Scully held Bella’s leash and stayed close to Rachel, feeling she wanted to say something. She heard her sigh, as Faith laid her head on her chest, saying Mama as she looked at Scully. Rachel suddenly sobbed out a breath and Scully stared at her. Tears ran down her face as she held Faith close.

“Rachel?” Scully asked, stopping her and touching her arm. Faith wiggled and pulled back to look at Rachel, touching her face with one hand, causing Rachel to cry harder.

“I’m… I’m so… sorry,” she gasped out and Scully shook her head.

“Don’t apologize. It’s okay, you go ahead and cry.” They stood in the middle of the trees, Scully gently touching her arm as she cried and Faith continued to stare at her, before laying her head back on Rachel’s chest.

As Rachel's tears began to slow, Scully took off the backpack she had taken from Mulder and searched inside for a tissue. Finding a small pack, she took them out, putting the backpack on again and handing one to Rachel.

“Thank you,” she whispered, taking it and wiping her eyes. “I don’t normally do this…” She gave a shaky laugh and Scully smiled.

“I shed some tears here myself last year. I think this place may carry some magic. Please don’t tell Mulder or he would want to conduct a thorough investigation,” she said, handing her another tissue.

Rachel laughed softly and nodded. “I’ve always felt that way about this place,” she agreed. Wiping her eyes again, she shook her head. “What you must think of me.” She looked down, not meeting her eyes.

“I think you’re carrying something heavy within you and it’s been there for a while. Something you may not even have known was there, but it’s decided to poke its head out and it’s causing you hurt and pain,” Scully said softly, watching Faith’s eyes grow heavy, tired from the excitement, and feeling warm and cozy as she was held by Rachel. “That’s what I think. Nothing more, nothing less.” Rachel nodded and rubbed Faith’s back, her eyes closed as she rested her cheek on Faith’s head.

“I’ve always wanted kids. Always. But…” She swayed slightly and shook her head. “It just didn’t work out. Seeing Faith at your wedding dinner, and even little Raina, it brought those feelings to the surface. I hadn’t thought of them in so long and that night… they were there again. And now,” She laughed softly and bitterly. “I’m with this amazing man, and all I can think is how much I would love to have a child with him. I know it’s fast. So fast.” She opened her eyes and looked at Scully, tears pooling in them. “I love him so much. It sounds so cliche, but I can’t imagine my life without him. I can’t.” Scully smiled and pulled her close for a hug, mindful of Faith sleeping, and they both sighed.

“Is your fear that he wouldn’t want a child? Because…” Scully said, shaking her head, stepping back as she looked at Rachel, who shook her head sadly.

“It’s not that. I’m 43. I’m… past child bearing age. There is adoption or foster care, of course, but I really wanted to have one of my own and my time has passed.”

“Oh, Rachel,” Scully said kindly. “No, you’re not. My situation was… well different to say the least, but… I’m 55 now and well…” She touched Faith’s back gently and smiled. “It’s not too late.”

“We haven’t even discussed anything close to this,” Rachel whispered. “I haven’t even told him that I… it’s too fast.”

“Is it?” Scully asked softly. “Is it really? Who determines when we fall in love? It may seem fast according to what society deems as “normal” but, six weeks, six months, would you still feel the same?”

“I would. I can’t begin to explain it, but I would. I... I knew it when I first saw him.”

“You just needed to be sure,” Scully whispered, staring into the distance, remembering many days of uncertainty, until she knew beyond a doubt that Mulder was her choice. He was and would always be the choice she made, again and again.

“Seven years,” she breathed, shaking her head, and closing her eyes with a smile. Laughing softly, she opened her eyes and looked at Rachel. “Don’t wait seven years to tell him how you feel. Don’t wait seven days. If you love him, tell him.” Rachel smiled, tears filling her eyes again, and Scully handed her another tissue.

“As for children…” Scully smiled at Faith. “I don’t think you need to worry about him. He acts gruff and grumbles a lot, but that’s how he shows his affection. How quickly did he take Faith from me? And he wouldn’t give her back.” They both laughed and Rachel nodded. “However children may come into your life, Rachel, if they do, he will love them with his whole heart.”

Rachel nodded and smiled, wiping her eyes again. Shifting Faith a little, she held her close and took a deep breath. “Thank you,” she said. “I talk to people every day for a living, but sometimes I’m the one who needs to be heard.”

“We all need that,” Scully said with a smile. “Are you ready to head back? Or would you like a little more time?” Rachel smiled and nodded once more.

“I’m ready” she said. Scully gave a gentle tug to Bella‘s leash and they continued walking toward the little gingerbread house, which they knew would be warm and inviting, and smelling of hot cocoa.

As Scully suspected may be the case, Betty had found a nearly identical nutcracker and would not hear of charging them to replace the one Bella had destroyed.

“You keep both,” she said. “It’s always good to see how what we do affects those around us. Seeing something like this, is a good learning tool sometimes. Life is messy, but we can always try and fix it, but it might not be exactly the same, which is why care needs to be taken with things we love.”

“Damn,” Mulder said. “You come for the trees and the pretty decorations and you get words of wisdom to boot.” She smiled at them both, and then continued to wrap the nutcracker.

They drank hot cocoa, eating fudge and cookies as they looked around, rehashing the experience of cutting down the trees, laughing as they did. Faith woke up, happy to find everyone was still together. Demanding attention, she found it was not hard to come by, when she flashed her blue eyes and smiled her sweet smile. They let her try some fudge and she enjoyed it, evidenced by her chocolate drooling smile.

A few new decorations were chosen for the tree and the house. Scully saw Betty throwing extra items into their bags and she knew by the time the decorations had been packed up and put away, they would most likely need another bin to hold all their new treasures.

Howard encouraged them to take a picture in the sled, all of them together, Bella included, as Mulder held her in his arms.

“Let’s get one of everybody,” Rachel insisted. “That means you too Uncle and Auntie.” Despite their protests, she maneuvered them into the sled as she set the timer on her phone and ran back to stand beside Skinner and wait for the picture to be taken.

They left together, walking out to their separate cars, the trees tied securely to the tops. Mulder placed their overflowing bags and the backpack in the backseat and put Bella in the travel crate they bought for her, in rear of the car.

Rachel still held Faith, but Scully saw a difference in her now, as though a worry had been lifted. Catching her eye, Rachel smiled and Scully knew it had. Whatever happened next, Rachel was ready to face it.

“Mama!” Faith shouted, reaching for Scully and Rachel smiled. Hugging her close once more, she handed her to Scully.

“She always smells so deliciously wonderful, I had to have one last sniff. That’s not super creepy is it?” Rachel laughed and Scully shook her head with a chuckle.

“Not at all. I find myself absolutely intoxicated by her scent as well. There’s something about the smells of a baby.”

“Hits you right in the ovaries, that’s for fucking sure,” Rachel mumbled and they stared at each other, understanding passing between them. Scully nodded and Rachel smiled. “Thank you for everything today. The listening ear, the discussion, the lending of this beautiful girl.” She touched Faith’s cheek and smiled again. “She’s so beautiful and such a happy little girl.”

“Unless she’s tired and hungry, then you might not recognize her,” Scully warned her with a smile.

“I don’t blame her, I’m the same way. Ask Walter about Pittsburgh one day. It was not pretty,” Rachel said with wide eyes. Scully laughed and nodded.

“Mulder could tell you many stories about that in regards to me. We’ll just steer clear of that topic around them, agreed?”

“Agreed,” Rachel laughed.

“You ladies ready?” Mulder asked, walking over and kissing Faith’s head.

“Yeah,” Scully answered, smiling at Rachel.

Skinner walked over and they all shook hands and hugged goodbye. Faith was taken from her, lifted up and hugged and kissed. Mulder took her from Skinner, and as they said goodbye once more, Rachel grasped Scully’s hand and smiled, silently thanking her again. She nodded and squeezed her hand before Skinner and Rachel got into their car.

Watching them drive away, Scully smiled and took a deep breath, happy for what she knew was coming for them.

“What’s got you smiling so happily, Miss Scully?” Mulder asked, putting his arm around her.

“She loves him,” she said quietly, turning her head to look at him. He stared at her and gave her a look of mock astonishment.

“Yeah, obviously,” he said with a puzzled frown.

“Oh, did she tell you too?”

“She didn’t have to, I could see it,” he said, opening the car door and buckling Faith into her car seat.

“You could see it?” she asked as he shut the door.

“Yeah,” he answered, crossing his arms and staring at her. She raised her eyebrows at him and he grinned.

“I recognize the signs,” he shrugged. Her eyebrows went higher and he laughed, uncrossing his arms and pulling her towards him. “She looks at him the way you looked at me… the way you do look at me.”

“Is that right?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck with a smile.

“Mmm-hmm,” he murmured. “Has she not actually said it yet?”

“No, not yet.”

“Hmmm… and what was the brilliant advice you gave her?”

“I told her not to wait for seven years. Not even seven days. If she loves him, she should tell him.” She stared at him and he nodded, smiling as his eyes dropped to her lips.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“And I love you,” she smiled.

He kissed her and she pulled him closer, trying to put every missed I love you moment into the kiss. The times when they had nearly died and she wanted to tell him. The moments that seemed so small and insignificant, when her love for him had bubbled up to the surface, only to be tamped down; she tried to convey it all.

Breaking apart, they smiled, kissing once more before they got in the car. Reaching for her hand, he softly kissed her fingers and smiled.

“I know that saying it, putting it out there and leaving yourself vulnerable, is terrifying. Seven years, Scully,” he said quietly, staring at her with a smile. “Hearing it, of course it’s important. But, Scully… I saw your love far before I ever heard it. Rachel may be worried to say it, but trust me, Skinner already knows. Love can’t be ignored, not when it’s being silently shouted every time you look at the person you love.”

“God… you always say the science talk gets you hot, well when you talk like that, hoooo boy…” she said with a low moan. He raised his eyebrows and she nodded slowly.

“Well…” he said, clearing his throat, letting go of her hand and fumbling with the keys to start the car. “I say we, uh, we head on home.”

She laughed as he quickly backed up and they started down the road. The car smelled of Christmas as Faith babbled away in the backseat and Mulder reached for her hand again. Interlocking their fingers, he hummed under his breath, and she smiled at him, her heart filled with happiness and love.

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devilbat · 4 years

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A Little Tug

Loki x reader

Warning: angst, fluff, pinning and a bit of bullying., Loki being mischievous.

@confessionsofastrugglingteen with Loki 11, 34, 37, 39... I hope you like it. 🙏

11 "Have you always been this beautiful?"

34 "Please shut up. I can't stand how appealing your voice is."

37 "I have got to get something inside me... Food, I mean."

39 "You're beautiful. Uh, u-um, I mean the weather. It's beautiful. Not that you're not beautiful, because you are. I'm just gonna shut up."

"Loki, give it back." You whined Loki was older and always found it fun to pick on you to play pranks on you. As Loki held the doll just out of your reach with his magic, he laughed as you tried to jump for it. Tears start prick at your eyes, your face flushed, including the tip of your long pointed ears peeking out from under your long, curled white hair.

"Go on, take it, little one." Loki chuckled as he held it from your reach. You huffed tears rolled down your cheeks when you tried jumping once more only for the doll to be pulled away once more.

Loki giggled, watching you ran off crying your doll floating down into his hands, grasp on to it he held it tightly as he walks off sitting back down under the tree he was currently sitting down under reading when you showed up. He knew you would visiting from Alfheim. Your family visited ever another season. They said the light elves were to be the most beautiful creatures of all the nine realms said to be even more beautiful than the sun itself. Loki found that ridiculous you were odd. Your hair was always a mess, and you were annoying, even your voice drove him crazy high pitched and whiny.

"What's wrong, y/n?" Loki's mother found you crying under the window near the great hall. You doe eyes red and puffy from crying looked up.

"It's Nothing Allmother." You sniffled, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands.

"Please call me Frigga." She smiled warmly at you taking your hand. "You can tell me it's all right."

"My dolly was taken." You sniffle more looking over at the wide-open window from a crossed the hall.. birds chirped away as they passed by warming themselves in from the glow of the sun.

"Who took your dolly." Frigga knelt beside you, her hand cupping your chin so you would look up at her. She smiled down at you. You shook your head, not wanting to tell her it was Loki. "Its all right, sweety. We can get your dolly back without a fuss." Frigga already knew it was her son.

"It was Loki, but he will pick on me more if I tattle" You huffed whipping your nose along the sleeve of your light blue dress.

Loki had found you sitting in the courtyard chasing the birds. Loki smirked as he approached hands clasped behind him back. Using his magic, he made you trip over nothing falling to your knees. You cried when you hit the ground.

”Stop crying, only baby's cry.” Loki snickered you snapped you head over at him glaring.

“You're a meany, Loki.” You sobbed Whipping your eyes. You got up, tried walking away from him. Suddenly you couldn’t walk. It was as if you were cemented into the stone. Green mist surrounding your feet. “Loki, stop touching me.”

”I’m not touching you.” he shrugged as he walked around you. He was smiling to himself. You sniffled, still trying to move. ”Little one, if I were touching you, it would be more like this.” His hand moved to your hair and tugged hard on your braid.

”Ow!” You cried louder more tears fell from your eyes. When Loki finally released your hair, he was laughing hard hands on his chest. Anger was what you felt at the boy at that moment. With that, you pushed the laughing God flat on his butt.

”Y/n, Loki, what are you two doing?” Frigga Loki’s mother stepped into the courtyard.

”Mother, she pushed me.” Loki cried as he ran to her.

”Allmother, he started it. He pulled my hair. And pushed me down.” You pouted now able to move, your arms crossed around you.

”I never touched her.” Loki whined he held on to his mother's waist sticking his tongue at you.

Loki had always found it fun to finding ways to tournament you. Whether it was taking your toys, pulling your hair, or pushing you around, he would do it. This went on throughout your childhood with the mischievous god. Soon the war came, and you never saw Loki for over a hundred years. The next time you would see Loki was when you were a young woman. The war had ended, and Odin wanted to Unite the family is once more. You were not that happy to go when you heard the news. You tried begged pleated to stay on Alfheim. Unfortunately, here you were back on Asgard. Though Luck would have it that the brothers were not due back for some time.

It was day four in Asgard; you found yourself in the Library the thousands of books from all over the nine realms kept you busy. Your father would have to pull you away by your ears to get you to eat. You were nose deep in a romantic book from Midgard. You never noticed anyone come in. Not until green mist surrounded the book, and it went frying from your hands. You groaned, instantly knowing who it was without looking up.

”Loki I was-” you stopped from speaking when you looked up. The boy that stood in front of you was no longer. He was now a Devilishly handsome man. His raven hair now longer. He was tall before, but now he was towering over you like a tree. His eyes a greenish-blue pierced right through you. His body broad and lean no longer a twig.

”Hello, little one.” Loki spoke a smug smirk on his face. And oh dear gods, his voice made you want him never to shut up like you once had when you were children, it was deep and smoother than silk. ”You just can't stay away from me, can you.”

”Still playing your little games, I see.” You looked down, avoiding eye contact with him. You wanted to hate him not find you overly attractive, making your heart flutter and your stomach flip. Let along setting your body on fire.

”Only with you.” He jester as he took the floating book into his hands to see what you were reading. ”What Rubbish, why would you read this.” Making the book disappear.

”Lady y/n.” Thor bellowed as he walked in arms extended out. Thor was always your protector when he wasn't training. ”Please tell me my brother is not taking his pleasure in tormenting you?” He snatched you up from where you sat in one of his many hugs that led to you not being able to breathe.

”Thor!” You managed to squeak out, patting him on his now-massive arms. Norse, could this man get any bigger.

”Have you always been this beautiful?” Thor looked down at you. His word actually annoyed Loki a bit, and that bothered him. Loki thought back at the time he said that you were not what they told Elvis would be. But he had to admit you were stunning nothing could compare to your beauty, not even the sun. ”Brother, what do you think?” Thor always knew how to make things awkward. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know what Loki thought about you. But Loki only rolled his eyes and walked away hands clasped behind his back.

“If you say so.” He muttered, walking out the door. Before the door shut behind him, you felt something tug lightly on your hair. ‘Great and, so it starts.’ You thought, rolling your own eyes.

A week had passed during your stay in Asgard. You had tried to avoid being around Loki though you would always find yourself around him. During any feasts, the only set would be next to him. He found it fun to find new ways to annoy you. You found yourself in the Library reading another Midgard book. You sprawled out on the chair, not very ladylike. Not a care in the realm.

”Back to reading that Rubbish. Little one, you truly need to read something more appealing. expand that lovely, little brain of yours.” Loki purred. You rolled your eyes. ”I could always read you something better.” Loki stopped a few steps from you. Eyes on the bit of skin of your legs.

“Loki! Please shut up. I can't stand how appealing your voice is." You huffed, straightening yourself out on the chair. Loki smirked wider his eyes on you. The tips of your ear turned a lovely shade of pink.

“Oh, really?” His hands behind his back. “I didn’t know you found my voice appealing.” He emphasized on the last word. That little tugging on one of your braids. Your hand grabbed ahold of the braid.

“I-I got to go. I have got to get something inside me....” You stammered out heat washed over your face as the words came out. Loki chuckled darkly leaned over you his gaze on fire. Your heartbeat faster. “Food, I mean." You brushed pasted him in a hurry. Loki was enjoying making you squirm.

You just had spent the rest of your time with Frigga. She had helped you with your hair and gown for tonight's gathering. The dress Frigga put you in was a gorgeous golden dress with green and black accents along the trim. Your hair pulled up in curls held with one large braid wrapped around your head. She asked how things were going with her sons. You blushed when she mentioned Loki.

You made your way into the grand hall. People laughed, mingling with others, dancing, and eating have a grand old time. You spotted Loki talking with his brother. Green, gold, and black leather Armor a golden horned helmet the brought out his eyes. He was quite a lovely display of a man. When your eyes looked with him, your ears and cheeks blushed for thinking that, so you ducked into the crowd.

”Brother, you should ask Lady y/n to dance. She does look rather stunning.” Thor patted loki on the shoulder. ”Don't deny it, brother, she is not that little girl you once picked on.” Loki rolled his eyes.

”She is still annoying.” Loki retorted through his eyes, still watched forever move. And those ears of yours always heating up in his presence. He did enjoy that cute little quark of yours.

”I've seen the way you look at her brother. Don't deny it.” Thor followed Loki gaze before Loki shook his head. ”If you won't, then I may indulge in a dance with her before someone else sweeps her off her feet.” Thor moved throughout the crowd. Approached, you talking with a few men.

”Lady y/n, may I have this dance.” Thor's hand extended out. You nodded, taking it. You couldn't deny the Prince of Asgard. Loki watched as Thor dance with you. This infuriated him.

“May I cut in?” That smooth voice purred from behind you part of you hoped Thor wouldn't, and the other part of you the was longing for Loki’s touch. Thor nodded and moved out of his brother's way, a knowing smirk. Loki took his place with you tightly pressed against his lean form. You dance with the raven hair prince; he was graceful, perhaps a better dancer than his brother as loki glided you through the room. ”Perhaps, we should get some air?”

You nodded, unsure, really what to say. Loki offered you his arm, which you took all to giddy as Loki escorted you all too eagerly to the balcony. The dark sky was clear and blanketed by trillions of stairs. A light breeze moved throughout the leaves of the towering trees. A slight shiver ran down your spine, unsure if it was Loki’s hand on your lower back or the wind. The view was breathtaking as you could see the water that cascaded over into the vastness of space.

“It’s beautiful.” You muttered in awe Asgard always took your breath away.

"You're beautiful. Uh, u-um, I mean the weather. It's beautiful. Not that you're not beautiful, because you are. I'm just gonna shut up." Loki stumbled over his own words. Now his cheeks were heated. You turned to look at Loki, who did the same. Loki noted that those ears of yours gave you away so quickly.

”Did I just hear you, right. Loki Odinson, call me Beautiful?” You teased his eye bore into yours. Your head cascaded down, looking at your hands. Loki took a step forward, closing the gap between you two.

His hand brushed a stray hair behind your cute pointed ear. His hand lingering before his fingers tangled into your hair, tipping his head down, kissing your pink alway pink lips. You found yourself kissing him back. He pulled away slightly to look at you. His other hand cupped your cheek; his thumb brushed across your lips. Loki tugged at your hair a bit, but instead of a whine, you gasped in a shock of pleasure. Loki raised an eyebrow a smug smile tugged at his lips. Your hand clamp over your mouth that sound should have never escaped. Loki chuckled wickedly before removing your hand; his lips pressed firmly against your once more.

The noise from the party seemed to die out. Odin's voice a whisper. As he started his announcement. It wasn't until you both overheard. ”Today, we would like to announce the Union of our two realms in marriage with Loki Prince of Asgard is set to marry y/n Princess of Alfheim.” Odin's voice boomed over the crowd. ”Loki, Y/n!” he called for you both. You looked at Loki, both of you equally shocked at the announcement.

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glassesofroses · 4 years

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Limerence || Chapter 2

Her eyes flitting around her planner made Olivia realize just how many meetings she had today. She might as well skip lunch. Meeting at 10 to discuss at large what next years Comic Con should hold, keeping new movies in mind, as well as previous interviewers. Though the Con just ended, there wasn't anything that would stop Marvel from preparing for the next years fest. Lunch at 11:30 with Jeremy Renner as he became a quick friend as she made her way into the business. Meeting at 12:45 with Anthony and Joe Russo to discuss event scheduling of the upcoming Spider-Man movie, Captain Marvel, and the unnamed Avengers 4 movie. Multiple events, multiple places, all across the world, and she would be running it all. Lucky for Olivia, she held her sandals in hand and ready for her lunch, determined to get some rest and relaxation with her best friend.

"So good to see you again Mr.Dorf, what a successful year this has been, especially with all of the breakthrough movies such as Black Panther and Infinity War." Olivia grinned, her right hand meeting his calloused yet inviting palm.

"Don't count out Tom," He pointed jokingly at her, referencing to the young Spider-Man who just this year seemed to have a career starter.

"I wouldn't think of it," For the next ten minutes, everyone gathered around the table, spoke their name if they were new to the board, and caught up.

During these instances, Olivia stayed quiet, laptop directly in front of her taking avid notes. Once in a while she would jot something down on the small pad of paper to her right as she knew if you wrote something down, you were more likely to remember it. Everyone seemed to have the same idea, writing what everyone was saying as they would have to relay it to their bosses. While Olivia was standing up, prepared to state her case of new ideas she created, ahead of blonde hair passed in the nearby window. The very same blonde hair that created a lump of nervousness in her throat. She bit her lip as they made eye contact, his blue eyes stinging into her very soul. Chris Evans. The godly man next to Chris Hemsworth, or basically any other Chris in the Marvel Universe.

It was known throughout the office that she had the ever so slight crush on him. He looked amazing, he was sweeter than a peach pie, smoother skin than a baby's butt, and hotter than a beef brisket. His smile could knock someone out. Maybe it wasn't so small, but she hid it well, or so she thought. Being a single mother didn't exactly bring in the cute boys, but one could dream and did Olivia dream.

"Ms.Wilder, your presentation please," Mr.Dorf, the head of Comic-Con, smirked, aware of the slight presence of Mr.Evans.

"Hm?" Slightly unaware as she was still in a daze, but soon snapped out of it," Oh! Of course, sir!"

She had come in contact with Chris on a various amount of time, working with the actors on set, off camera, in their homes. Everyone was friendly, friendly enough the some of them, but there was something about Chris that just drew her to him. Maybe it was the muscles, maybe he reminded her the very least of her ex-husband, or maybe he was just an amazing guy who could be an amazing father, who owned an amazing dog, and had a smile that could knock her out. He's a good guy.

Even though they talked a lot, Olivia rarely tried to get out of the imaginary friend zone that she had put up. With every guy that came up to her, she felt she shouldn't talk to them, as if she would betray her son somehow. That being said, not a lot of people knew about her son. Jeremy, her bosses, and a few other people who have accidentally met him know where she rushes off to on emergencies.

Olivia couldn't imagine dating now, not with a 14-year-old son, but without trying she's cockblocking herself. It is the endless cycle of dating. Wanting a cute guy who's good with kids, not wanting to scare the guy away with her kid, back to square one. She always felt though, that if the time came and she told a guy and he did get scared away, she would defend herself and her son. Blatantly stating the guy was scared of commitment or whatever popped into her head within those few seconds.

She wasn't scared of showing her son off, hell, she wanted to, but with being in the press so often she didn't want to attract any of her own. Single mom around a hot ton of hot guys every single day, some of whom are in relationships, doesn't make a very good article. She had to think of her future, her son's future. Back to where we started.

"Hey Jeremy, yeah I'm on my way I just got caught up in my own thoughts," Her pumps thunking against the tile floor of the office as she strutted towards the exit.

"I already ordered drinks," the older man chuckled, "the first day of school, I ordered you a something extra to help with the nerves."

"You really shouldn't have," Pretending her damndest to be mad but wound up with a smile.

"Oh I should have, just get here would you?" A light click signaling the end of a call.

The Parish Cafe in Boston, MA was their meet up. Casual, beer friendly, sandwich hub. The perfect place for two high maintenance high rollers to hang out. Feeling a little more on the uppity side, and Jeremy knew it, it was a Ginger Smash, something Olivia would get when feeling more anxious than usual. Consisting of gin, ginger, cranberries, lemon, and apple cider, it was the perfect drink to go along with the humid, almost, fall day. As Olivia arrived, her heels sounded loudly through the daytime slumber of lunch hour. Jeremy stood and opened his arms wide as his companion thrust herself into them.

"It's so good to see you again, I just saw the movie and it was amazing, I cried," Olivia admitted, not ashamed.

"Of course you did, you cried horribly at Green Fried Tomatoes and it was your 13th time seeing it," Jeremy laughed as he slowly sat in his chair.

"First of all, it's Fried Green Tomatoes, and secondly, it was only my 11th time watching it." Her inner teenager sass entering the room with a whole lot of pizzaz.

"11th time my ass, but, I'll let this slide as Harry is going into 9th grade. Time sure flies," Raising his beer to his mouth to take a gulp.

"Don't remind me, it just seems like yesterday when I was pushing him out of me in a hospital room," Olivia pretended to reminisce fondly, getting a sour look from Jeremy in return.

"You don't have to remind me of that," Setting his drink down," the usual?" Motioning towards the Baked Mac & Cheese.

"Nope, I'm feeling a little spicy today," Her head going down in her menu at the thought of Chris walking the halls of her office.

"Oh? Do tell why," Jeremy leaned in, his fists underneath his chin in a girlish manner.

"I think you alrea-"

"I already know but I want to see how red your face gets when you say it out loud," He taunted her.

"I was in the first meeting of Comic-Con 2019 and I saw Chris through the window and we made eye contact as he walked past the office," She rushed out, her face showing light shades of pink.

"You've known him for 7 years and you still have a major crush on him, I don't know how that can be, I've never known anyone who'd had a crush for that long and didn't act on it," Shaking his head in disbelief.

"It's not like I can waltz up to him and say 'hey, I have a 14-year-old son and I want you to take me to dinner you big beautiful hunk of meat'," Olivia's arms flailing in the empty cafe.

"I think you should say exactly that, those exact words," Pointing at her then glancing over to the waitress who was heading over to their table.

"What can I get for you to today?" Her fake smile obvious at the one person who is an actor and the other who works for actors.

Taking a deep breath in, "I'll try The Bravas," closing the menu and placing it at the edge of the table.

"And I'll have The Bondir Basket," Topping her menu with his and nodded his head in the waitresses direction.

"Thank you," The two said at the same time.

"Bravas, you got some balls trying that."

"Well I did say I was feeling spicy today," Olivia shrugged coyly, "it sounds so mouthwatering too, the chorizo, prosciutto, manchego, hot sauce, brussels, it just sends tingles up my spine."

"The most satisfaction you've gotten in a while," Jeremy looked away while sipping his beer.

"Hey!" Olivia laughed, tapping his arm, "not fair, it's not like there's a section at the bars for single moms waiting to get hit on."

"That's very true. Your other option is just going to a bar and having a fling, I think you deserve it after being how many years without sex?"

"It'll be 7 years this January," Olivia mumbled through her hand, hanging her head in shame.

"7 years, the last time I waited 7 years was when I was still a virgin. You need to get some, you'll feel better after you do."

"Oh yeah? I think I'll feel better after I eat this sandwich. Now get out of my sex life!" Eyeing the potato salad that was coming her way.

"Fine, fine, whatever you wish."

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ultraclops · 4 years

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Semi-live Blogging: Return of the Mao Mao Episodes

Before we start, is it just me or is the animation like 10x smoother than it usually is? Also like I said with Nakey, there’s a lot more good expressions too!

Lucky Ducky Mug

Adorabat drinks from sippy cup like baby

"What, Mao Mao's ridiculous mug?" says Badgerclops, holding a cheap plastic big gulp cup he probably got from the grocery store.

How did Adorabat not notice the Lucky Ducky sticker on the Aerocycle

"Don't touch it" (Badgerclops proceeds to slam the table to move it) Ah Badgerclops, ever the contrarian

I'M SORRY DID MAO MAO BLOW THE ROOF OFF OF HQ BY SCREAMING

I love the way Mao says "PROFESSIONAAAL SILENCEEE"

Badgerclops trying to make his mouth disappear and failing made me scream with laughter

Are they seriously reducing Ratarang to 'the funny lil Italian guy'? C’mon guys you’re better than this

Wait why do they think Kevin is Adorabat?? They've seen Adorabat multiple times?? "But they're both blue!" You FOOL Kevin is TEAL there's a difference

Everybody gangsta til Mao Mao's ears start speaking morse code

They're doing surprisingly good silent but it's probably not gonna be that way very long.

Thank you, Lucky Ducky Mug, for catering to my niche interest in characters with neon outlines on black backgrounds.

Mao Mao thinking: Normal thoughts

Badgerclops thinking: Musical-esque singing

Adorabat thinking: Literally just heavy metal

The Sweetypies seriously think they're just playing a really intense game of charades huh,,,

(Mao jabs BC in the stomach with the fire net) HAHA GET REKT

The scene with Badgerclops trying to give Mao Mao Penny's mug is the funniest shit in the world I couldn't stop laughing...or maybe I'm just sleep-deprived

So the Sky Pirates are so similar compared to the Sheriff's Dept. that they can think perfectly in sync? That's cool

SKY PIRATES SONG SKY PIRATES SONG

Why is Snugglemagne throwing a random tea party & why did he only invite the Sheriff's Dept.

Yep there goes the plan. Both of their plans.

Am I going crazy or did the skin on Mao Mao's mouth tear apart like it was sewn shut?! Also yay they're talking again

"It's not gonna stop charging, so I'm just gonna let it explooode..." Mood

"What about the mega laser tube made by mega Losers?" Fsfhkfh

Hey, everyone learned something new from this experience! Are the Sky Pirates gonna try that Hive Mind tactic from now on?

Awww, they fixed his mug with gold - GOD DAMN IT I KNEW THERE WAS A CATCH!!

Lonely Kid

(Sighs) ...I said (SIGHS)

"I literally can't relate to that problem at all." says Badgerclops, who joined a gang because he wanted people to like him.

Shin just dropped off Mao Mao at a summer camp and expected him to make friends? Why does this feel like the plot of Camp Camp

I'm sorry the Mao clan has a freaking PARTY AERO-BUS??

NOO GERALDINE

That BGM is DEFINITELY an extended version of "I Love You, Mao Mao" and I want the lyrics NOW

So Bao was literally just a stray that Mao took home?? Would make sense as to why he wasn't trained

I have a feeling the Flimborg is some sort of sacred being the townspeople worship for some reason

How in the hell did Mao tie that guy up and why didn't he bother to untie him

HOW'D HE SET THE ROCKS ON FIRE USING PAINT

"And then you become frien-" "BEES. IN THE EYES."

"Everyone knows bees are our friends!" "Uh, actually, they were wasps." "Friends to no-one!" Usually I'd agree with BC, but I read an article about someone befriending a wasp and her babies so.

So the Mao clan's just known as the "Golden Cat Family Up The Hill?" Huh. I thought they’d have more recognition, especially since Shin says he went to that same summer camp at the beginning.

Man those kids are jackasses

"Say hi to your mommy!" "I would if she was here..." Excuse me wHAT

Noo don't cry baby boi - tHEN BAO JUST TACKLES HIM ASFHDKDL

"Go away! I don't feel like laughing right now!"

Look. You can see the EXACT point Mao developed his adult personality

I know Mao Mao means well but that is gonna go terribly wrong.

"I AM A HERO! I WILL BE LOVED!!" Okay first of all OUCH, second of all THAT IS PAIN

This monster empty, YEET

Awww it was just a sweet little puppy-ish monster...and it was his BIRTHDAY

"Hi, Aunt Gloria!" (Pulls out pitchfork) BETRAYAL

He didn't feel bad about ruining the festival because he made a friend doing it I 💞💞💝💝💗💗

Thanks for that 'different times' comment cuz I don't want kids thinking being beat is normal.

"Just like you found me...and I'm your best friend!" Tbh I thought she was gonna say 'Me and Badgerclops' & that would make a lot more sense

Why are they fighting over who's his best friend they're obviously BOTH his best friends

I'm sorry did Badgerclops just call Adorabat a "little mutant"?? ARE THE SWEETYPIES MUTANTS??

Awww his friends love him sm...and he feels so loved too...💓💓💗💗💕💕

Try Hard

No one gives a shit about Pinky being kidnapped lol

"K for Copyright Infringement"

"You'll never be like me!" Oof a little harsh maybe?

"You've gotta learn to be your own kind of hero, in your own special way!" So THAT'S where it's from

"You just gotta...try hard." Hey, title drop!

Ngl the moment Mao Mao said "Badgerclops take the shot" I immediately thought of The Confession 3 by TomSka

"Up in a tree, little old me, about to do something...UGLY..." 7-year-old me sniping people on Halo 3 like

Why is he shooting them with gelatin tho? ...oh. Oh THAT'S why.

Tbh if I didn't have subtitles on I would've thought BC was saying "beep boop"

This badger and cat empty, YEET

Adorabat walking into the Skyship with only a walkie-talkie is giving me some sort of vibes...OH, Silent Hill! Or Tattletail

WHOOP HIS ASS SWEETIE

"Mao Mao would hide the body!" Very unsubtle there, wonder how it got past censors

"Ratarang, say something!" "Pasketti?" "THAT'S THE BRAT!"

Wait a sec, they can just use Badgerclops' arm to power the ship? Why didn't they try that in CapturedClops?

"Good thing my head is in here cuz I'm a-scared of heights!" Ramaraffe. Whose whole schtick is making herself taller. Is acrophobic?

"Because she's Sheriff's Department, that's how! >:3" "Also y'all tend to be pretty incompetent >X/"

Why does she keep trying to use the elevator when she can fly? Nvm she climbed up Badgerclops' arm

"Ooooh I'm also hereeee"

"JERK BUTT"

Why is the Omega Field just a bunch of broken glass? And why doesn't she just step around it?

"I can fly!" "She can fly!" "SHE FORGOT?!" Ooh that's why

"You're the best thing to ever happen to a bat like me." 💝💝💕💕💓💓

Wait she's talking through the walkie-talkie and her molts are there but she isn't there where is she?

Oh she was freeing the other two from the gelatin. No wonder Mao Mao almost threw up, it was bug flavored.

GET HIS ASS, HONEY!! ADORASLAP!!

I hope that 'Nah' means Adorabat's realized she needs to be herself instead of her just rejecting her individuality like I think it is.

Scared Of Puppets

Oh, so this takes place after Sleeper Sofa! Praying it's a fix-it episode...

"DISCARD ANYTHING THAT DOESN'T BRING YOU JOY!!" Fuckin Marie Kondo up in here

Oh no PTSD flashbacks. He's scared of them cuz one's head landed on his lap as a kid? Understandable have a nice day.

Who tf collapsed into a sobbing heap on the floor then leaps back up and insists they're fine? Mao Mao, apparently.

Hairless ape? Is that what they call humans or are they something different in general?

"TAKE ALL MY MONEY!!" What did BC want an antique puppet for if he had no idea Mao was scared of them...

Mr. Din Dandalib!

"I...(eye twitch) love him too..."

IM SORRY DID HE FUCKING THROW UP OUT OF FEAR...holy SHIT

If I scared my friend and they threw up I would simply never do that again. RIP to Badgerclops but I'm different

(Badgerclops makes concrete blocks around the pothole) "Why didn't you just fill in the pothole??" "I AM TRYING MY BEST!!"

"I SIGNED YOUR DUMB CAST, NOW LEAVE!!"

...Illegal house plants? ...like marijua-

That was literally just that one video where a guy knocked out another guy in a mask jumping out of a trash can...

So it's a CPR class...AND a hair-styling class? How

I stg the moment Badgerclops walked in the door I knew he was carrying Mr. Din Danalin I SWEAR

"You're 10." "BUT I'M 6??" JFC Shin doesn't know his own son's age AND is partially responsible for his pupaphobia. And I called it on Mao Mao being six in the flashbacks

OH WIG

Can someone take the footage of the Annex exploding and add the ReviewTechUSA intro over it please

"How many Adult Learning Annexes have to be destroyed before you admit you're scared of puppets?!" is extremely funny without context

(Mao punches the wall cuz hes mad at himself for being scared) Kinkinkinkinki

How does one forget to drink milk

Oh shit the scene from the promo...

Yay he's starting to feel less scared - wait NVM it JUST STARTED TALKING??

OG SGUTVKC FGCJ OG SHKR OF DJCN JKKKKK

Oh it was just a dream - er, nightmare. FIRST NIGHTMARE SEQUENCE OF THE SERIES!

"I just gotta get my socks on...wait, I wear socks, right?" Dud e you wear NOTHING BUT A BELT...

"I KNEW SELLING THOSE HAIRLESS APE DOLLS WOULD ATTRACT DARK FORCES"

"There’s a lot of pu-" "PUBLIC DANGER"

Those puppets are alive I stg

"I'M A BIG BOI..."

Awwww she said what he told her at the beginning of the episode!

"I'M AFRAID OF PUPPETS" TITLE DROP YET AGAIN

Adorabat takes after Badgerclops sometimes I swear

Oooh shit sequel hook - oh NVM it was Badgerclops voice acting - NVM Mao Mao passed out. Dang

The Perfect Couple

Watermelon time babyyy

TRANSFORMATION TIME BABYYYY

Ah so he wanted to perfectly cut a watermelon in half, that's why he got so many?

"I need (counts on fingers) 600 more watermelons!" glad to see I'm not the only one who counts on my fingers

Why would Penny and Benny need 600 watermelons for their wedding? Also I called it on Penny & Benny being the couple

Mao Mao has to officiate the wedding? I thought priests did that

Please don’t throw up again Mao Mao

"I WILL BUY YOU A BAG TO HOLD YOUR STUFF..."

"A nondescript sack!!" Dude he just taking out the trash...

Nvm its just laundry

"I WILL TURN THIS BUSH AROUND"

Oh so THAT'S what Ramaraffe thought Kevin was Adorabat

"Why don't you buy me cake and do my laundry?" Are you implying you wanna marry Mao Mao, Badgerclops 👀

I lov Mao Mao's faces in this scene he legit looks like a bishouen anime protagonist

Nvm no transformation it's just his wedding outfit

Why did they invite Orangusnake and Boss Hosstritch to the wedding tho? What about when they hid in their moving truck and used their electricity - wait Badgerclops technically did that last one, nvm

Wait THEY DIDN'T TALK TO EACH OTHER BEFORE THE WEDDING?? What a perfect couple huh

Is Mao Mao having hallucinations just gonna be a regular thing now....

IS PENNY SERIOUSLY GONNA MARRY ORANGUSNAKE OUT OF SPITE ASFSDGFUK

Why did Mao Mao say "melons" in a Spanish accent I'm scared

"They're both terrible, so what does it matter if they get hitched or not?" They're definitely gonna change their minds now

"She lied because she wanted to protect his feelings! And he lied because he couldn't bear to hurt her!" Isn't that just the plot of The Truth Stinks?

OH SHIT HE CUT ORANGUSNAKE IN HALF HOLY FUCK

He made Orangusnake officiate the wedding as punishment lol

Why are they,,,stepping on the watermelons?? Damn right Badgerclops I'd cry over that too

"What's, uh, your credit score like?" "850. Why, is that good?" "It's perfect..." HE WANTS TO MARRY MAO MAO NOW ASDFHKL

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Off the Beaten Path: Paros

I was looking for ferries to Ios but then I realized that given the start of low season, this wouldn’t happen any time soon. Hence, I booked one to Paros. Although this ferry never happened either for the same reason, which I happily found out while in Santorini, it all worked out perfectly. This wonderful and noble guy created a connection for me on the system and I sailed towards what, according to him, was the best (and only) option. I managed to have lunch in Naxos, another island in between Mykonos and Paros, enjoyed some sun to later and finally make it to Paros. On my way, I met Linda and Dawn, two wonderful and strong ladies from the US who with I ended up sharing a beach lunch during my last day.

I didn’t know what to expect from Paros. Booking this trip meant to actually hearing this island’s name for the first time. It actually happens to be one of the biggest Cyclades islands. Paros at first sight is wonderful. It’s friendly, it’s organized. Although it counts with all the services and its daily life changed abruptly since tourism became a thing, once again, going offseason was not only worth it but also the best choice.

Paros feels like being stuck in time. Probably due to the off season days, this beautiful island is perfect for chillax after your island hopping, full of non-stop adventure, in Greece. Empty narrow streets, delicious seafood, exquisite sunsets, infinite crystal clear shores and friendly locals are there to make your stayed in Paros, an unforgettable one.

If the previous cities were ruled by cats, in Paros they are the freaking mayor. But they have a major competitor for the throne: ducks. Ducks and cats stroll freely by Paros’ shores and it’s hilarious seeing them interact. I’m not talking about cute little ducks, those too. I’m talking about enormous, swan-like birds, cuaking their way through people and aground ships.

Time doesn’t pass as in the rest of the planet. It runs on a smoother, more relaxed way. People, probably tourists on an Airbnb Experience, were sketching different houses, fishermen (and women!) were preparing the fresh octopus they just caught in between chairs, letting it dry to the fresh, sea breeze. An old men, probably a sailor, with tons of life lived on his tanned, wrinkled face, was wearing a yellow t-shirt, chilling with a cat, sat down by his house entrance, without realizing he was in color-coding matching uniform with his yellow and white House. It was gorgeous.

Walking around its narrow streets, it was wonderful to see all the stuck-in-time constructions, its colorful houses and shy sun rays coming through the pink bougainvillea flowers, that highly and beautifully contrasted with the clear, sky-blue sky. One man approached me, probably a little bit tipsy on Mastika or Racomelo, wearing this olives branches on his head, greeting me with a cheerful Kalimera, which of course I replied back. He started to engage in what could barely be defined as a conversation, with his very scarce and broken English vocabulary, but he managed to ask me where I was from, complemented Uruguayan football and told me something else in Greek which will be a mystery.

There are two main town in Paros: Naoussa and Parikia. Parikia is where the main port is, and Naoussa the most developed fishing village up north. I stayed in Naoussa’s main street, right by the water and next to some of the most renown Paros’ restaurants.

Staying in Naoussa was a great choice. I managed to walk to some of the great beaches around, yet being on a beautiful little town. Everything was walking distance from my place. I was staying at the Ragoussis Bakery and Hotel, or as they call themselves, “Ragoussis Sweet Rooms”. It’s a wonderful bakery that smartly enough decided to expand its business and adding some rooms on top of the bakery for the morning pleasure of their guest, who would delight themselves with the warmly, fresh baked scent as a wake up call. Complementary cookies and a very homy and family oriented service is provided. Delicious pastries and breakfast is served, and the kitchen is open until late so it’s great for night owl travelers (definitely not my case).

I didn’t realize how much I was craving for a comfy, mushy mushy bed with a baby-butt soft cover. Man, I slept good! With a sea and port theme, it’s minimal decor was wonderful and blends right in with the vibe and feeling of Naoussa.

Checking out Naoussa’s port, its church and downtown will take you less than a day and it’s a must. Paros is also commonly known by its strong winds, which they have a proper name and everything for it: the Meltemi. According to locals, heavy winds haven’t arrived yet, but I almost got flown away several times. The first one, I managed to hide myself from it, seeking for shelter in a cosy restaurant by the port, and had a deconstructed eggplant lasagna which was very good. That dinner was all I needed: I was ready to hit the sack and prepare next day’s adventure.

There are ferry services to the main island beaches, but after waiting for a few minutes, I thought that maybe being offseason the ferries won’t part. So, I took my morning quite slowly, enjoyed my breakfast, rested in bed and read my book, before embarking on an hour and fifteen minute walk towards Kolympetheres Beach. The walk was worth every step: beautiful hidden houses, breathtaking views, outstanding cliffs. I was enjoying the sun, the breeze and my music, laughing out-loud thinking about the amazing experience I was living right there, right now.

I had some delicious lamb on what it was one of the most secluded yet beautiful restaurants I’ve found in all Greece: Kolympetheres Taverna. Family owned, they offered me the BEST grapes I’ve had in a while: seriously, they were juicy, tender, no pit, not too sweet, an absolute delicacy. I know, they were just grapes, but oh my god those grapes.

I went back and explored Piperi Beach, Anargyroi Beach, Xifara Beach until Stephano plage, 4 kms towards the opposite side of Kolympetheres. It was a unique beach strip that connected a little island with Paros, having sea on both sides. It was a beautiful place to watch the sunset and call my mom. It’s always important to call you mom. Love your parents, and tell them so often. While we are busy traveling, we tend to forget they are growing old. Before mobile phones, data plans and emails, I had the chance to travel with my parents a couple of times (yes, I’m that old) and clearly remember making long distance calls, dialing millions of numbers featured on a lame, bendy paper card on public phones just to talk less than 2 minutes with my grandparents. It was technology at its best! So now, it’s crazy the possibility to randomly call family and friends just to share a live sunset or sent multiple videos and photos at the same time, feeling as if they were sharing the same experience, right next to you, beating all time zones and distances. I keep it classy and vintage though, sending postcards of every single country I go. You should try it, there’s a unique feeling of receiving one handwritten memory of someone who thought about you across the world.

For my last dinner in Naoussa, I decided to go for king crab orzo pasta by the bay. There was an empty restaurant with extremely friendly waiters, that opened the rooftop part, firstly just for me, later for an Asian family to join, and we all were witness of an incredible sunset. It was a yummy dish and later on, the waiter insisted on having a shot with me ( I tend to be perceived as extremely friendly so waiters and service people from all over the place like me a lot) so we had what I thought it was initially Mastika, but ended up being this delicious honey grappa drink: Racomelo.

The following morning, I made sure to taste a delicious cappuccino and some sweet treats downstairs before heading to the bus stop where I randomly met Dawn again. We both wanted to check out Parikia, so there we went. We first explored solo the wonders of the port city, as one of the oldest Byzantine churches in Europe, from the IV century, its beautiful narrow streets, the iconic and touristy Market St. and the Dionysus hill with a current Windmill on top of it.

We met for a lovely lunch. Everyone recommended us Koralli Restaurant, but since it was closed due to the low season, we ended up on what it was the greatest way to say good to a strong and delightful island hopping vacation: Livadia Restaurant and Hotel. Double dose of house wine, red and white, homemade moussaka, grilled and panfried fetta with honey and sesame seeds as well as spinach fritters (which were da bomb!) was the selected menu for this occasion, that matched to perfection our conversation about lost and found love stories, women’s choices in today’s world and exciting and promising plans for our near future. Cheers, Dawn! May your knee heal promptly and keep taking you places where to nurture your soul. I’ll see you around, no doubts about it.

Once back in downtown Parikia, there were two beautiful cafes which I wanted to visit, but were already closed in the afternoon: Cafe Symposium Paros and Martin Denisse Cafe & Snack Bar. Both beautifully located, one in the middle of a square, the other one under a tree on a hidden alley intersection, they seem to have delicious house wine waiting for the thirsty throats and warm coffees for the cold visitor who needs an energy boost.

I ended up at Kakao Cafe & Bar, a very nice, delicate and cosy cafe rooftop that faced the sea and it was the perfect spot to have one last frapuccinno, those sugar rush of exquisite Greek delight before departing for Athens. Paros, you were wonderful. Ευχαριστώ!

#paros #island #greek #greekisland #islandhopping #cyclades #cycladic islands #mediterranean #agean #beauty #travel #love

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Relationship Goals

Jensen x Danneel

1100 Words

Written For @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and her Jenneel challenge. Sorry it’s a little late!

A/N: So this is a little different way to write Jenneel. I hope you don’t mind how I went about this. It’s the Reader seeing Jensen and Danneel together, watching their relationship.

Gif is posted down below!

“Jared, how do you think this is going to work?” You asked him during lunch one day. “Having Danneel on set, working alongside Jensen. Jensen’s a good friend, but…,”

“They are both professionals, and will get things done,” Jared assured you. “Dani is going to want to show that she still has it. And Jensen is going to be on his best behavior with his wife around. Things will run smoother than ever.”

“I just can’t wait to see them together,” you admitted. You had only been working on the set of Supernatural for a couple of months and hadn’t had the chance to meet Danneel yet. Jensen always had this faraway look in his eyes when he spoke of her. You had spent plenty of time sitting with him, listening as he told you stories of how they first met when he had realized he was in love with her. You loved the way he told the stories, with so much affection in each and every word.

So you couldn’t wait to see them together. To see if she was just as head over heels about her husband as he was. You sure hoped so, because right now they were complete relationship goals. You hoped that someday soon, you would have someone talk about you the way Jensen talked about her.

You had your first chance to see them together later that day. She wasn’t due to be filming until tomorrow, but had arrived a day early, babies in tow. Standing off to the side, trying to not feel like a creep, you saw the exact moment Jensen realized that Danneel had arrived. His lines forgotten, he stepped off of his mark, heading straight towards her.

For a moment he was sidetracked by his little son reaching up to him, wanting his Daddy. Smiling softly, you were startled when Misha placed his hand on your shoulder. “There’s just something about babies that get to us, isn’t there?” He asked.

“Sure. They are adorable,” you answered, but it wasn’t really what was getting to you. It was the fact that you wanted what Jensen and Danneel had. Your last relationship had ended horribly, and you were beginning to think you were always going to be by yourself. When you wanted nothing more than to be with somebody who loved you.

With his son in one arm, Jensen pulled Dani in for a kiss, his hand rubbing up and down her back, a huge smile on his face as he pulled away. Unable to stand it any longer, you stepped away.

The first scene you had to film of that morning had all of you. Jensen, Jared, Danneel and Mark along with you were all standing around, waiting for your cue. Danneel came over to you, smiling softly. “You must be Y/N. Jensen’s spoke very highly of you.”

You blushed, not exactly sure how to handle her. Wondering if she was sizing you up, making sure you weren’t a threat for her relationship. Little did she know that she was pretty much a role model for you. “It’s nice to finally meet you,” you finally spoke, surprised when she pulled you in for a hug.

“You’re a part of the Supernatural family now. None of that formal greeting,” she giggled right before they called you to your marks. “And we are definitely getting together later for a drink or two.”

Your eyes wide, you watched as she walked away, trying not to laugh when she pinched Jensen’s butt. Trying to remember your lines, you took a deep breath, trying to get back into character.

It was the second scene that things seemed to go wrong. Jensen was slightly off his mark, something that never happened. Danneel went to push Jared, pushing a little too hard. Jensen turned around, just as Danneel went flying to the floor. Everyone else just stood there and watched, hoping that she was okay. Jensen raced forward, not even hearing the director yell cut as he went to his wife’s side. “Honey, are you okay?” He asked, checking her over. You were amazed at how attentive he was, how worried he was for her.

“Just embarrassed,” she muttered, letting him pull her to her feet. Instead of letting her go, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. Winking your way, she snuggled in, holding tight to her husband.

“Five-minute break!” The director called out. Jared came to stand next to you, while Jensen softly kissed his wife.

“Sorry for the public display of affection. They like to be disgustingly sweet,” Jared teased, but you just shrugged, staring their way with a wispy look on your face. “Y/N, you okay?”

“I don’t mind,” you whispered. “It’s rather kind of nice.”

Shaking his head, Jared walked away just as Danneel pulled away from her husband. Coming to stand next to you, she rubbed her hip. “I’ll take a fall like that anytime if it means extra time spent in that man’s arms,” she confided.

“Can I tell you something,” you whispered, hoping she wouldn’t think you were too crazy.”

“Of course sweetie. I hope we can be friends.”

Pulling her a little farther away from the men, you started nervously. “I was concerned how it would be. Having you on set. If it would mess things up. Not because I’m after your husband. I promise you that.”

“Okay,” she answered cautiously.

“But Jensen’s talked so highly of you. I can tell that he loves you, even without him having to say a word. And after all of my failed relationships? It makes me want to have something like that. You and Jensen? You are such relationship goals.”

“That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me!” She exclaimed, a hand on her heart. “But I have to say, our relationship is not all sweet and calm. We have our moments, just like anyone else.”

“I get that. And I want that too,” you assured her. “But seeing you and Jensen together? It’s made me realize all I’m missing out on.”

“Well….,” she started, a mischevious glint in her eyes. “I do have a guy or two in mind that wouldn’t mind going out with someone such as yourself. We could even double date!”

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