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circusclownproductions · 3 months

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seeing a lot of videos that are like “I didn’t know babies couldn’t have water” so here’s an incomplete list of things you need to know before having a baby

- the obvious, they can’t have water bc milk is incredibly high in water already so excess water leads to over hydration

- babies cannot have honey until 1

- if ur breastfeeding your kid and saving excess milk, make sure you label what you pumped in the morning vs at night bc your body produces different melatonin levels throughout the day and giving your baby daytime milk at night can make them more alert and fuck up their sleep schedule

- idk why ppl keep saying this but swaddling your babies or getting them those baby straight jacket things is not abuse. It chills them out cuz it reminds them of the womb

- babies have a dandruff like buildup on their head called cradle cap, and it’s very easy to deal with and remove with just some baby shampoo, a gentle scrub brush (MADE FOR BABIES!!) and a comb. It does need to be removed tho cuz it can be very painful after a while. This can also continue to happen late into toddlerhood it’s normal

- you have to clean out the creases of your baby’s skin and hands and feet they WILL collect dust😭😭

- you cannot bathe your baby until their umbilical cord naturally falls off. Use a warm damp rag until then

- tummy time is actually very important

- your baby might have a misshapen head at first (not all the time but sometimes) this will either sort itself out or they’ll need a corrective helmet ask your doctor

- I wouldn’t recommend having your baby leave the house very much until they’re at least 6 months old, especially if they’re born near cold and flu season cuz the common cold can kill a newborn

- you’re not an awful horrible person for having postpartum depression and it’s always a million times better to let your baby cry a few minutes longer than normal while you regain your composure than to freak out and give ur kid shaken baby syndrome

- you’re not an awful horrible person for giving your baby formula milk either

- don’t put shoes on your baby it’ll compromise their toe box and balance

- babies put every single thing in their mouths

- the easiest way to burp a baby is to hold them straight up (spine straight) and hold their head a bit higher

- always support their head they barely have necks

- if your baby fights away food, fights tummy time, vomits every single time you burp them, is gaining or losing an unreasonable amount of weight at a time, wheezes after eating, or goes red after eating, chances are they’re probably allergic to the type of milk they’re eating (again ask a doctor but these are just some signs it’s not just colic)

- they will wobble a lot when learning to do things but you gotta fight the urge to help them every single time cuz they gotta learn

- they’re not always spitting out baby food cuz they don’t like it they just don’t know how to eat. Like they don’t know how to push food down they only know how to stick their tongue out so be patient

- babies craniums are broken up into three parts at first that later fuse together, this is to help make birthing easier but it results in a small EXTREMELY sensitive spot in the top of their head that has no protection. This puts their brain at a high risk. Always protect their soft spot

- read to your baby!! Get cute bright colorful sensory books with sight words and read them to your baby it makes such a huge difference in their educational growth and will help them acquire a love for reading early on. And talk to them never shut up just say whatever comes to mind all the time this will strengthen their vocabulary growth also.

- babies poop like a lot. A lot. an unreasonable amount. Bring back up clothes and more diapers than you think

- no pillows or stuffies in the crib and only use a muslin blanket unless it’s especially cold to prevent suffocation

- babies kick reflexively until they’re out of their newborn scrunch (they stay womb shaped for a while) and if your baby is crying and pushing at the swaddle try letting them flail around for a minute

- consoling your baby is not spoiling them ! They need comfort and they will learn to self soothe on their own

- singing lullabies actually works, they can recognize your voice a consistent place of comfort from the womb and the cadence of lullabies is literally engineered to create a calm headspace

- for the love of god do not get boring ass beige toys. Colors are important for their neurological development

- babies are very responsive to praise from a young age so be as supportive of them as you can

- babies get constipated a lot and you have to do like tummy massages to help ease their pain the easiest way is to lay them on their backs and hold one foot in each hand, kick their feet like bicycles, scrunch up, and then stretch their legs out

- holding them on your hip too much will not cause bow legged-ness if your baby is bow legged that was always gonna happen

- they drool so so much and you have to get bibs for them so they don’t get chest eczema

- don’t use scented products on their skin cuz their skin is sooo much thinner than ours

- when your baby first starts sitting on their own never walk away from them without setting up a nest of pillows and blankets around them. Even minor head trauma can mess them up sometimes

- this one is kinda morbid and scary but sometimes babies just die out of nowhere and it’s no one’s fault or anything it’s called sudden infantile death syndrome(SIDS) and it’s about 1.3k deaths on average per year in America so not super common but still very real. 90% of these deaths happen during the first four months however edit: apparently it’s bc of an enzyme deficiency which at the very least you can take steps to try and prevent

- smoking and drinking during pregnancy WILL affect your baby and your breast milk and also might contribute to SIDS cases

- babies sometimes have a big red mark on them somewhere called a stork bite immediately after birth but typically it goes away

- babies can’t see very well for a while after birth and they’re VERY wobbly so they’ll typically bonk their head into your chest and face a lot while trying to support themselves

- female babies might have smth similar to a period the first few days after birth, this is because of the hormone transfer that happens during the birthing process and the days leading up to it

- male babies get random erections for the first few days after birth(hormone transfer again) literally do not be weird about this it’s a baby

- things like weaning your baby onto solid foods, potty training, weaning off pacifiers etc, can actually be directed by the baby and will happen naturally will minimal guidance from the parent(some guidance is still necessary) although I would do individual research into baby led weaning for food to prevent choking

- get those chewy feeding pouches to help with weaning

- the most random things will scare the hell out of your baby don’t take it personal 😭

- baby carriers are life savers (tulas are one of my favorites)

- once babies hit toddlerhood they’re tougher than you think, and a lot of their reaction is based on YOURS. they’re always going to be looking to you for how to react to a situation. Remain calm and if they’re ok they’ll calm down but if they’re genuinely hurt they’ll keep crying

- babies will most likely get ridiculously attached to an inanimate object and you have to keep this thing intact at all costs until they’re old enough to abandon it or they will throw a FIT. I got a lemur plushie from a zoo once and every single one of the kids has bonded their soul with it until about 6 years old and once a month I have to stitch him back up

- don’t compare yourself to other parents. Maybe your kid isnt getting grass fed wild caught north Atlantic cheerios but at least they’re fed. If your kid is alive and healthy and happy you’re doing a good job

- you will need 3 car seats, an infant seat, a grow with me toddler seat, and a booster seat

- getting a good diaper bag is a MUST

- the hair a baby is born with will most likely all fall out or they’ll get a bald spot on the back of their head where they sleep cuz their hair is so fragile and thin but once it grows back it grows back thick

- get like 20 muslin blankets so you always have a backup when the main ones are covered in spit up

- the babies grip IS stronger than yours (keep your hair up and keep pets away best you can)

- your best bet for your teething baby is a pacifier you can put your finger in so you can massage their gums and some chewing toys numbing cream can be dangerous and should be used sparingly

- go ahead and come to terms with the fact you’re gonna have to use a Frida Baby to manually remove snot

- babies can get hair and thread wrapped around their toes and fingers that can cut off their circulation try to make a habit of checking

- don’t hit your kid please it’s nothing but trauma and fucked up coping mechanisms from there pls empathize with your child they’re a person too

- be careful not to pull too hard on their arms and legs(like during play or holding their hand while they walk) and NEVER pick them up by their hands this will very easily cause dislocation

- they might have a little tooth like callous on their lip from their pacifier. This does not hurt them and it will go away but it may hurt during breastfeeding

- breastfeeding will make your boobs different sizes

Yeag that’s all I can think of rn but yk i Will add as I remember stuff ppl are also adding things I forgot in the tags in case you’d like to look thru that as well <3

#🍱#baby care #parenting #first time parents #newborn care #parenting tips #can’t think of any other exposure tags #‼️‼️‼️

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eilidh-eternal · 4 months

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Ok, I need to get into a fluffy mindset to write for Johnny and Simon so here’s some poly!bluecollar!141

Contractor 141 with reader who’s hired them to do the renovations on your house/business and you insist on bringing the guys like, drinks and sandwich platters each time you drop by to check on the progress. The whole thing is terribly behind schedule because every time you stop by with little gifts for the crew they ask if you wanna learn how to level concrete, how to frame a wall, how to dry wall. You always say yes, always want to learn a new skill to make yourself more marketable. And they love the excuse to be a little touchy with you, to stand chest to back with you and show you how to use the table saw, to keep a steadying hand on the small of your back when you climb up the ladder to mud the drywall after it’s been hung.

The sight of you, this white collar worker who never has a hair out of place, is always so perfectly put together and speaks to them with the confidence of every project manager they’ve ever worked with, is getting down and dirty with them and using all the power tools so confidently, and it just gets them all so fucking hard…

you guys know where this is going. The build is a good 6 months behind schedule, maybe a year, because your original design plans aren’t big enough for you and the four of them.

The shower definitely needs expanding and you need a much bigger bathtub—they’re big guys, love. And the fridge you picked out? Forget it, you’re gonna need a commercial grade fridge and freezer to keep enough food on hand for your big hard working boys. But don’t worry, John will have custom cabinetry done so you can still get that integrated look with all the appliances. Simon goes with you to pick out the bed and furniture because poor baby has the worst back out of all of them and needs an extra firm mattress, and he’s the tallest and you would feel just awful if things aren’t big enough for him. Gaz and Soap both go with you to pick out paint colors, counter tops, all the different tile and flooring, and all the pretty detailed things, taking notes and making sure that they have or can get their hands on all the tools and materials necessary to bring your vision to life.

And you best believe all four of them are carrying you across the threshold when it’s done, that they’ve had everything all assembled and put together and ready for you to christen every surface, every piece of furniture, in your new house with your boys.

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celestiababie · 2 years

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Make Yourself At Home Part 1 - K.MG

Pairings: Mingyu x fem! reader (Wonwoo is in this, but it's purely platonic)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, established relationship

Warnings: mild arguing, crying, lack of communication, slightly suggestive at the end (?), let me know if I'm missing anything

Word Count: 2.415k

Summary: After months of barely seeing your boyfriend, he offers a solution to a problem threatening the well-being of your relationship

A/N: I finally edited this and am posting it....let me know if you'd like to see a part 2 with smut. Thank you for reading and feedback is greatly appreciated, please don't be a silent reader!

UPDATE: Part 2 is out!

Part 2

"Mingyu! You're back early...I ordered some food you can help yourself-"

Wonwoo's words stop abruptly as he examines your shivering figure, eyes slightly puffy with a few tear stains still on your cheeks. This was the last thing he had expected to see when he heard the front door unlock.

"Y/N? Is everything okay?" You hear the concern laced in his voice. It forces tears to well up in your eyes as you softly shake your head.

Things weren't okay.

At all.

"Baby..what are you talking about? Of course, I care about you. I've always cared about you. I'm just busy right now, and you know that."

Mingyu sighs in frustration over the phone, his emotions louder than his words. He knew you had every right to be upset, but to question his love for you? That was taking it a step too far. Mingyu dedicated as much time in his schedule to you as he could, but there were times when things would suddenly come up. You were typically understanding. However, he could tell from your voice that you weren't up for letting this one go today.

"You should have at least warned me!" You whisper passionately over the phone, trying to be quiet in the dimly lit space. You felt pathetic trying to avoid the sympathetic gaze of the waitress who asked you if you were ready to order about 6 times already.

"My phone is about to die from how many times I've texted and called you. Do you know how stupid I look right now? I look like I've been stood up."

"You weren't stood up—" he counters, unable to finish as you cut him off.

"Yes, I was, Mingyu. I've planned to come here with you for months, and I'm here all alone. Maybe I should start getting used to being alone since you never make time for me anymore. When was the last time we even went out together? I swear I talk to your own mom more than I talk to you nowadays," you mumble over the phone as you collect your things.

You politely bow to the waitress as you make your way out of the restaurant, realizing Mingyu won't be joining you tonight, not even coming in late.

Your heels click along the sidewalk, mindlessly walking in a direction as you hear Mingyu let out another frustrated sigh over the phone.

"You never told me you had an issue with it, Y/N. You can't expect me to just read your mind."

"I was trying to be supportive, but it's just getting too much lately, and I fucking hate it," you spit out, your frustration level rising as the phone call prolonged.

"If you're so upset all the time, why the fuck are you even with me? I don't want-" Mingyu's words abruptly stop, the silence coming through the phone. You pull your phone away from your ear as you watch it die.

I don't want-

His unfinished words ring in your head as you panic, trying to finish his words for him.

I don't want to be with you anymore.

I don't want you.

Maybe he wasn't busy. Perhaps he didn't break things off this entire time out of the kindness of his heart.

Maybe he was busy, but the distance made him realize he didn't want to see you again.

Tears uncontrollably run down your face, a wave of emotions crashing into you. It takes you a few minutes to calm down enough to hail a taxi, giving the driver an address.

Mingyu's address.

Wonwoo nods to your words with an unreadable expression as you explain to him your current predicament best as you can, even though you choked back tears.

"I-I shouldn't have even come here. I'm so stupid." You tilt your head down, your heels coming into your blurry vision as your tears have no choice but to fall to the floor.

A wave of embarrassment washes over you, suddenly self-conscious over crying about your boyfriend, to not only his roommate but his best friend.

Sure, you and Wonwoo got along and were friends even, but you two were definitely not close enough for you to be this openly a mess.

But Wonwoo was a nice guy who cared about his best friend and knew how much you meant to him. He knew how much Mingyu was missing you recently, the constant complaints about his schedule becoming frequent. Wonwoo hated watching his usually optimistic and cheerful friend slowly deteriorate from not seeing you.

Wonwoo awkwardly watched you silently sob as he raked his brain for ideas to help you calm down.

Clearing his throat, he placed a hand on your shoulder and gently patted you, causing your head to lift, your eyes meeting his.

"You said your phone died, right? How about you take a shower and change into some different clothes—I think I've seen some of your clothes in the washer before; you can always wear Mingyu's and try and relax. I don't think you're in good shape to talk to Mingyu now, but I'll call him and let him know you're here. I can leave when he comes home. If you two want some more privacy..."

You listen to Wonwoo's words carefully, giving them some thought before softly nodding your head.

"Thank you, Wonwoo."

He gives you a reassuring smile before he treads to his room, most likely to call Mingyu.

With a deep breath, you kick your heels off, carrying them in your hand as you walk towards Mingyu's room, ready to wash all the makeup-stained tears off your face.

You lay in his bed, staring at the white ceiling, face rid of tears and makeup. You feel your now charging phone buzz beside you, the name on your screen making you hesitate before answering.

"Hello?" You nervelessly, wrapping your arms that were now drowning in one of Mingyu's hoodies for comfort.

"Are you still at my place? I don't want to make you wait, but I won't be home until another hour or so—please wait there, okay?"

Mingyu's voice is void of any frustration from earlier, instead full of warmth with a tinge of desperation.

"Okay, I won't go anywhere..." you respond, nervous to see him but in need of his comfort.

Silence fills the air, not the awkward kind like earlier with Wonwoo. No, the comfortable kind as both of you thinks of what to say next.

Mingyu breaks the silence first. "I'm sorry about what I said earlier. And Wonwoo told me what you thought I was gonna say; I promise it wasn't that. I said that I didn't want you to be unhappy. I never want to make you unhappy, baby."

You let out a shaky breath as you nod over the phone before realizing he couldn't see you.

"And I'm sorry for assuming the worst. I was just scared since I thought you might've lost feelings for me," you responded as you rolled onto your side, snuggling underneath the blankets that held Mingyu's scent you loved dearly.

"I never lost feelings, baby. Honestly, how busy I was made me realize I love you even more. I love you so much, Y/N," he breathes out.

"I love you too, Mingyu."

Mingyu groans over the phone, his manager's voice interrupting the moment between you two.

"I have to go, but I'll be home, and we can talk more, okay? I love you, bye."

The call drops before you can respond. Although you were still shaken up about today's events, the corners of your lips curled into a soft smile, reassured of Mingyu's love for you even if there were still things that needed to be addressed.

Maybe the two of you were gonna be okay.

Your eyes flutter close as you nuzzle yourself deeper into his pillow, inhaling softly, and before you know it, you begin to drift off, Mingyu's scent easing you into a slumber.

Mingyu's heart swells at the sight of your sleeping figure as he walks through his bedroom door. He gently sets his bag down, trying not to disrupt you, and sits down on the other side of the bed as softly as his large frame would allow him. His hand reaches out to lovingly stroke your hair, his fingers running through the locks of your freshly washed hair. A smitten smile makes its way onto Mingyu's face, finding it adorable as you subconsciously nuzzle your head into his hand as if you craved his touch even in your sleep.

The only thought on Mingyu's mind as he made his way home was you, going over everything he'd say, but all those thoughts fled his mind the moment he saw you sleeping comfortably. As much as he wanted to tell you everything in his mind and heart, he didn't have it in him to wake you up. But as his hand leaves your hair, you wake up just as he stands up from the bed.

"Shit- did I wake you up? I'm sorry, baby." Mingyu's words fill your ears, not fully grasping them in your half-awake daze.

"Mmmh, it's okay, Gyu," you mumble as you sit up, turning to wrap your arms around his waist. With a smile full of affection, Mingyu's hand finds itself back on your head, softly stroking your hair and nearly easing you into sleep again.

"Hey— don't fall back asleep on me," he softly giggled, his heart swelling when your eyes stared into his. Leaning his tall frame down, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before pressing his lips against yours, capturing you into a sweet kiss.

Although Mingyu wanted to enjoy the kiss, the sound of your upset voice from earlier intruded on his thoughts, reminding him that he didn't just want to kiss and make up, ignoring the issue at hand. Even if you forgave him for tonight, he knew there were deep-rooted problems with your relationship that wouldn't go away after a few sorry's and kisses.

When the call dropped, Mingyu's entire being flooded with worry. Worried he had said something wrong, worried you didn't want to put up with his bullshit and busy lifestyle anymore. He always admired how patient, understanding, and loving you were. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that he'd have you by his side forever, but maybe his love for you blinded him from seeing how much pain he was causing you. Of course, he missed spending time with you. He missed going on cute dinner dates, roaming the city with you, and giving you all his attention. He longed for the days when you two wouldn't do anything, not even go to his house, as you just enjoyed each other's company, kissing, cuddling, and being in love.

Thank God for Wonwoo. When Wonwoo called, Mingyu felt conflicted. Mingyu was relieved that you were safe and went to his apartment over your own. But, on the other hand, his heart broke when Wonwoo told him you were in tears.

Luckily, Wonwoo was a quick thinker, and though it wasn't his relationship, he wanted the best for you two. So, when Wonwoo offered an idea that he thought could help the current predicament, Mingyu was all ears, almost upset that he hadn't thought of it first.

You pulled away from Mingyu, noticing how in his head he was during the kiss, worried that the phone call before you fell asleep meant nothing.

"Gyu, is everything alright?"

Mingyu bites his lip and sits beside him, rubbing his suddenly clammy hands on his jeans. He hoped this worked.

" I love you so fucking much. And I'm sorry I haven't had the time to show you how much I love you. We apologized over the phone, but my schedule isn't changing soon."

The downhearted look on your face causes him to grasp your hands, flashing a reassuring smile that leaves you confused.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Let me finish, baby."

You hesitantly nod your head, encouraging him to continue.

"I can't promise you that I'll be able to make it to every date, but I will try my hardest to let you know beforehand. And I can't promise we'll be able to spend as much time together as we'd like to...for a while, but I was wondering if— and this was Wonwoo's idea, so don't worry about him having an issue with it! I was wondering if you... wanted to move in. You'll be here when I come back from my schedule, or I'll be here when you come back. We can see each other at night at least, and we could spend our mornings together. It may not be going on dates, but at least we'll see each other..." he trails off, nervous of your response—well, lack thereof.

The cogs of your brain were turning, trying to digest what you heard. Living with Mingyu (and Wonwoo)? One of your favorite things about Mingyu was the warmth of his arms wrapped around you at night, your touchy boyfriend claiming that holding you helped him sleep. You always found his sleepy clinginess endearing. Conveniently, another thing you adored about Mingyu was how cute he was in the mornings, even though his hair was messy and his eyes could barely stay open. The morning huskiness in his voice never failed to make your heart flutter.

A warm smile crept onto your face at the thought of having that domestic side of Mingyu every day, wrapped up in each other's arms every night, even if you couldn't have time for each other during the day.

Without responding, you cup the side of Mingyu's face and pull him into a deep kiss, catching him off guard. Moans were exchanged as both of your hands roamed each other's bodies.

"Is that—mmph., is that a yes?" He mumbled against your lips, still in need of a clear answer. You chuckle against him, the feeling of your lips curling upwards causing Mingyu's to curve as well, your happiness infectious.

"When can I move in?" You ask, pulling away with a bright smile and light in your eyes.

Mingyu matches your smile, his hands creeping underneath your (his) hoodie, caressing and gripping your waist before laying you down, your back plush against the soft comforter. He holds himself above you, one of his hands landing beside your head while the other continues to explore your body.

"Anytime you want, baby. Make yourself at home."

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sweetyluvs · 10 months

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27 with doctor! abby au please 🙏!!

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abby anderson x fem! reader - drabble

sorry this literally took me a millennium.. i kept getting it wrong and having to rewrite 😭 .

anon left a second note, it read: “same anon who requested 27 with doctor abby! i forgot to add i want angst with fluff at the end if possible. thanks:)”

tags - angsty 🥀, mentions of light loneliness, relationship problems.. fluff at the end!!!

Abby having late night shifts was nothing knew.

She was a surgeon, staying late was apart of her job. but sometimes you wished it wasn’t.

she always came back extremely exhausted, only having the strength to mutter a few ‘thank you’s’ when she eats the food you made her before she goes to sleep. resting all night and getting up at the crack of dawn. You barely see her, and when you do, it’s not for long.

you do miss her, you miss really being around her and having her eyes and attention and love on you, but with her job… it wasn’t that simple. you had your own job, yeah, you were the owner of a small bakery downtown. but you ran that business, you had employees and assistant managers to cover for when you couldn’t make it, and abby didn’t.

you sigh deeply, shutting your eyes upon the refreshing feeling of the cold air flushing out your lungs. Abby was most likely working another late shift at the Hospital. No surprise, you loved her, and her job, but she’d said she would be back by 6:30 to have the promised dinner you were thrilled to make. you’d been going on about it for weeks, asking when she would swear to be free, and she had pinky swore that this wednesday— today— would be perfect.

but, here you sat. alone at the table, your plate empty as the one across from you was full, the once warm food now cold. You weren’t angry, no, you understood. Obviously, she’d come back if she could, obviously she’d stay with you if she could. but she couldn’t. being a doctor was hard, and you understood.

You stood up, taking your plate and utensils with you to the sink. overlooking all the dishes you’d dirtied to try and perfect this dish for her. You rinsed your dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, going to gather the other ones and wash them, putting the plates, bowls, spoons and such in the washer. Your thoughts went back to the day you’d told her. she walked through the door at her usual retuning time, smiling at you when you ran up to her for a hug. You’d asked her the usuals; ‘how was your day?’ ‘anything exciting happen?’ ‘was dina as smart as she usually is?’ ‘were jesse and ellie as weird as usual?’ she’d laughed at your dumb questions, answering them as she took off her shoes and placed down her bag, walking with you to the kitchen. then, you be brought it up.

“abs, i found this super cool, almost gourmet recipe, and i thought i could make it for us to have for dinner on a night that works for you.” you offered, watching as she practically inhaled the spaghetti and meatballs you’d made for dinner. She chewed for a moment, smiling at your words. she swallowed, looking at you. “that sounds great, baby. what is it?”

“can’t tell ya! have to kill ya.” you teased, leaning on the counter and grinning at her eye roll. “okay, whatver.”

“what day works for you? i want you to actually have it free so you don’t miss the freshness of the food.” you inquired, watching as she squinted her eyes in thought. “next wednesday. some construction is going on at the hospital and me and a few others are being let of early.. around 6:30, so that’s perfect.” she replied, twisting her spoon to gather some noodles. you beamed, leaned closer “you pinky swear?.”

“i pinky swear.”

you bit your bottom lip, gnawing at the now raw flesh at the reminiscence of the memory. You always tried to be open, not upset— but you were hurt. You hadn’t actually, really had dinner with her for months.

it wasn’t her fault. you’d told yourself, knowing it wasn’t. You didn’t want to take her work schedule to heart.. but something inside you cracked every time she broke a promise. You huffed angrily, brows furrowing harshly as you aggressively scrubbed the pan you’d used. the dish had took you most of the day, calling ahead to your employees yesterday to let them know you wouldn’t be there, you spent seven hours perfecting this recipe.

even the name of the dish took you time to read. ‘Prosciutto-Wrapped Pork Tenderloin with Crispy Sage, a side of Salade Niçoise (from france) and a side dish of duchess potatoes.’

you knew abby would fall to her knees from joy upon hearing those food titles. she’d love to have it with you, and that’s why you made it. so she’d love it. but she’s not here to have it with you like she said.

before you knew it, the kitchen was clean. stepping to the dinner table, you scooped up her plate of food and nicely wrapped it in plastic wrap. taking a piece of paper from the notepad on the fridge and writing her a small note. You weren’t trying to be rude, in fact, you tried everything in you to he as kind as possible— but after being bailed on four times in the past three months, you were at the edge of a line. you put the paper on the plate, leaving it on the counter for her alongside some water before storming off to your shared bedroom— barely, shared bedroom. you made it, cleaned it, kept it tidy, rearranged it, etcetera.

tearing off your nice shirt, you tossed it to the floor. usually, you’d wear one of abby’s shirts during her night shifts, the lingering smell bringing you comfort— but now, the thought of her made you internally irk.

you took a shirt from your drawer , tossing it over your head and shoulders, sliding it on. You didn’t same with your pants, taking off the nice linen fabric and fuming as you put on crappy old shorts.

You basically threw yourself into bed, putting a pillow between your side, and abbys side of the bed. hoping she’d get the message. i mean, it’s not like she’ll have the time to talk to you about it tomorrow anyways, right?

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abby sigh as the door to your shared apartment opened, her hand pulling out the key she’d used to unlock it. you don’t usually lock the door.

She knew she’d fucked up.

you’d been so excited for this, chatting about it and reminding her to not be late. and she was late. four hours late.

Abbys dropped her bag by the door as she usually does, sliding off her work shoes and sliding on her slippers before walking to the kitchen.

the lights were out, it was cleaned nicely. her eyes met a plate on the white marble counter, a lazily folded piece of paper on top.

She smiled lightly, knowing you’d be the kind to leave her a note. she reached for it, unfolding it.

“Hope the construction workers weren’t in your way. Enjoy.” abby’s smile fell, guilt flooded her every atom at the words. fuck.

she knew you’d be upset, she doesn’t know what she was expecting— she’d bailed on you four times, and she swore to be on time this one. but, she wasn’t.

Abby was getting ready to head out at 6:25 to be able to make it home early, the biggest grin tugged at her lips as she told all her co-workers about the meal you were preparing.

she was about to leave when an emergency was called in. It was bad, but she’d seen worse. this poor girls bone was completely shattered, a bad case of compartment syndrome. unluckily, her and mel were the only two true professionals still clocked in, leading to a four and a half hour long surgery.

by the time abby got out of the hospital, she basically ran to her car and sped home— praying that by some miracle you were still awake and waiting for her.

you weren’t.

She put the note down, eyes landing on the plate of food you’d left her.

it was beautiful.

the potatoes shaped perfectly, the prosciutto-wrapped tenderloin looked amazing; cooked to perfection, the salad beside it was also stunning.

Each course of the meal was placed individually and carefully on her plate. Abby’s stomach fell with guilt upon imagining you sitting alone, eating your meal without her.

Abby was mad at herself. not because of this single instance, but because she feels as if she’s choosing her career over you— and she would never, ever do such a thing.

Her life revolves around you, so much.. she’d been planning a little something with a ring.

but for some terrifying reason, she felt that you would refuse. why would you marry someone who you’d never be around? nausea ate at her stomach due to the thought, hoping it was only her crazy nighttime, overworked imagination.

Abby unwrapped the food, putting it in the microwave for a minute. You weren’t anywhere in sight, and so she assumed you’d gone to sleep. alone. again.

“fuck..” she murmured, regret running through her veins. She leaned on the counter, her muscular figure easily keeping her upright.

you were the love of her life— her light in the darkness, her jam to her bread, her peanut butter to her jelly— without you, she doesn’t know where she’d be, and thanks to her stupid work schedule, she’s beginning to think that’s starting to happen.

the timer went off, a loud beep ripping her from her thoughts. “oh shit— shh, shh— loud ass microwave.” she complained, taking out the food. The potatoes were now soft, the salad unfortunately warm do to being in the heat, but the rest of the meal was good temperature. Abby got a fork, quickly snagging a bite of the tenderloin. It was even better than you swore it would be. The juice of the meat flooded her mouth like the sea to the shore, accompanied with the small amount of potatoes that gathered on her fork; they were magnificent.

Abby had inhaled the meal, it being gone in a matter of inhuman minutes. She rinsed her dish, going to load it in the dishwasher— but seeing that you had ran it. she frown. you always made sure to never do that, claiming you ‘wanted to get the love she deserves, and love is definitely not having to do your own dish.’

she cleaned her dishes and walked across the house and down the hall to your shared bedroom, pushing the door open she saw you. laying on your side, hair lightly messy as it always was when you slept (she loved it.) and.. a pillow between your side and her side. she wondered what else she’d missed that you’d done.

Abby striped her pants, throwing on some sweats and a hoodie, sliding in bed beside you. She gripped the pillow and threw it so hard she was surprised it didn’t pop, and wrapped her ams around your wait.

you shuffled, grabbing her hand before it could do a full 360 and ripped it off you, harshly turning your back to her.

“babe,” she whispered softly, sadness coating her vocals.

you were reluctant, eyes snapped shut even though she knows your awake.

“I’m sorry, i’m so sorry. i really tried to be here, something unexpected came up, i swear i would have had been here.”

your silence had her itching at her skin.

“please say something.” she pleaded, her frown only deepening.

“whatever you say, abigail.”

abby grabbed the top of her head, ‘fuck’ running in her mind a thousand miles per hour. she really was in deep shit.

“i’m sorry, y/n, i don’t even think sorry can describe how sorry i am— i just, i wanted do come back, i couldn’t though. i couldn’t just leave the hospital, they needed me.” you clenched your jaw. her points were decent, great even— but you were petty.

“i’m sure they did.”

your little-word replies had abby at edge of her seat, suspense and fear building up.

“that’s all? nothing else?” she poked, confusion flooding her, anger starting to appear as well.

“yeah.”

she scoffed, sitting against the headboard. “You don’t have anything else to say? at all? i came back, yeah, i was late and i’m sorry, but—

“late?” you bit back, interrupting her. “you’ve bailed on me four times for dinner. You’ve always put your job before me, you’ve always had more time for your career— is this even working?”

those words were the ones abby feared the most. When you two began dating, she had told you about her passion, and where she worked. you found it fascinating, understanding completely. but, that was also when she used to spend genuine time with you.

“ i love you abby, i really do— but i can’t be with someone who puts a career before a person. I support your passions, and i wish nothing but the best for you, but I don’t want to be stood up by the person i’m dating anymore. fuck, abby, i took work off today to spend seven fucking hours making a meal you couldn’t even text me to say you couldn’t even show up for!” before you knew it, you’d sat up and looked at her, voice raising in a way she’d never heard.

“i know its not your choice, but you could at least find five fucking seconds to reply to my text.”

guild flooded her like a tsunami once again, a frown growing at the look on your face.

“I’m sorry.” she whispered out, watching as you sigh deeply.

“Don’t apologize, abby. it’s past that.” your reply scared her, fearing the worst; a break up. were you going to break up with her? were you going to leave her behind? she didn’t know, and she didn’t want to find out.

“how can i make it up to you?”

“i don’t even know if you can do that anymore.” you turned away, laying on your side, the pillow you’d somehow slipped between you both felt like a rock wall, each side of the bed you slept on cold; missing one another’s warmth.

abby stayed silent, internally scolding herself for being such a bad girlfriend and, frankly, not trying harder to be better.

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you woke up with a sore neck, probably from sleeping in a way you never do.

you didn’t need to look over to abby’s side of the bed to know she was gone. sitting up, you crack your once resting bones and stand up. Shuffling on your slippers, you walk to your bedroom door, twisting the cold handle and walking out.

Every morning you wake up after abby, she always kisses you goodbye before she leaves (or so she claims to.), grabs a quick bite to eat from the fridge and you are left to make breakfast for yourself. it was second nature, to wake up and immediately crack and egg or two.

but, something was off. It smelled almost.. good in the house. you ignored it, labeling it as your desperate imagination.

Your feet hobbled across the house, yawning deeply and shutting the bathroom door. looking in the mirror, you grimace. the eye bags on your face were not your strong suite, you noted.

quickly rinsing off your sleep, you brush your teeth along with your hair. each and every yawning that stole itself from your lips reminded you how much you needed your coffee. rubbing your eyes you opened the bathroom door and began your journey to the kitchen.

when you round the familiar corner, what you hadn’t expected was to see Abby in the room.

your eyes flew wide, her blonde hair was still down from sleeping, she had her glasses on and was hovering over the stove.

brows furrowing, you stepped forward. “aren’t you supposed to be at work? isn’t thursday one of the most important ones?” you genuinely ask, catching her off guard attention, her head snapping up.

the big, sweet smile that encased her beautiful lips made you feel bad for your harshness the previous night. She pushed her arms off the counter, fixing something by the stove quickly before walking over to the bar, pulling out the two chairs and revealing two sets of plates.

“Yeah— but it’s not as important as you.” Abby affirmed, a light pink coating her cheeks. You wanted to stay angry, to stay mad at her lies and broken promises. But, your ice heart thawed quickly, revealing the warmth you still posses for her.

“abby.. you didn’t have to. I know i was harsh last night but— it’s your passion, i didn’t.. actually expect you to not go.” you confessed, walking to her cautiously, as if she’d vanish from existence.

she gave you a small smile, ��I know. but, i would rather be with you. I love you way more than any hobby.” Her words were the validation you’ve been craving all these months, the words you’ve been seeking to hear. You instantly complied.

“i’m glad to hear that.” you laughed, approaching her and gingerly placing a kiss to her cheek as you sat at your chair she pointed to.

“always.”

she rushed back to the stove, flipping over whatever had been on their previously before motioning for you to give her your plate. you obliged, handing it to her.

“I love you, baby. I always will and.. even though i’m not a baker, i tried to make you those pancakes you like so much.” oh did her words make you fall for her all over again. “you didn’t have to, abs.” you grinned, ear to ear. something abby hadn’t seen you do since.. since a while.

“i did. i hope you like them.” she placed the plate in front of you, beautiful, fluffy pancakes alongside fresh bacon and eggs with syrup drizzled over them placed nicely on the dish.

“wow! abby, you might want to reconsider your career and come work for me.” you joked, smiling wildly at the wholehearted laugh she let out.

“who knows, maybe i will.”

you rolled your eyes, cutting a piece of the pancake and dipping it in the puddled syrup.

your eyes widened, “mhm!” you expressed, eyes shutting in satisfaction.

although abby was a very high ranked doctor, she was still nervous to get her professional baker girlfriends opinion on first time pancakes.

“Abigail, you are a natural.”

“only for you, babe.”

she put food on her own plate, turning off the stove and coming to sit beside you.

“I’m going to call my supervisor and ask for some more free hours from now on. So i can start to have breakfast and dinner with you. and maybe a couple free days, too.” abby announced, causing your heart to beat happily.

“that makes me so unbelievably happy, abby. you deserve it.”

you kissed her cheek, syrup sticking from your lips to her skin. you laughed, and she did too.

“I love you. more than anything.” you said, chewing softly. she wiped some food from your face, a loving smile tracing her features.

“i love you more.”

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kedreeva · 2 months

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Eris (top), Citrine (middle), and Bismuth (bottom).

What you can notice here is the same thing I'm usually on about- leg length in peafowl. These three birds share a father, and the latter two share a mother as well. Eris was hatched and raised for the first 3 months of her life on a farm that was using a low-protein chow (18-20%, with peanuts for treats, but they're feeding better now!) and kept here in quarantine in a 10x10 for the next month (we're working on a bigger quarantine pen), vs Citrine and Bismuth being raised here on 28% + fresh foods and scratch grains in a 1200ft+coop pen. I don't think that there's anything wrong with Eris' genetics (I've seen her mother, too, and I would be highly surprised if she produced short birds), but this is a PRIME example of how early care can affect these birds for their entire lives.

I have gotten into far too many arguments with people about peafowl care and nutrition. I hear parroted all the time that "high protein twists their legs" when that's 100% not the case. It's not the protein alone. They NEED the protein to grow appropriately. But they ALSO need the SPACE to grow out properly. When people keep them in tiny spaces (brooders, rabbit hutches, 10x10 "run") AND feed them high protein, they have the protein to grow but not the space. When people keep them in large spaces but DON'T give them enough protein, they have the space but not the resources to grow into their legs. I've seen people keep these birds in rabbit hutches until they are 3+ months old. I have seen people keep breeding adult TRIOS in 10x10 cages- the minimum space requirement for them is supposed to be *500* square feet for that many. Once they grow up in that small of a space, there's no recovering from it later in life. They won't ever put on more leg length.

Another thing I want to speak about is tail shape. There are many people online who will tell people bogus ways to sex young birds (particularly whites). Barring/no barring by 3 months (Spaldings can keep it longer, some over a year), spurs/no spurs (plenty of hens have spurs), leg length (a nice hen will have long legs, too), leg thickness (a domestic blue hen will have thick legs, too), chest/neck lacing (I have seen males with this as well), face shape (come on now), "center stripe" chest feathers on males (hens can have this too). There's a lady on FB who thinks she can vent sex peafowl (you cannot, their reproductive junk is too far inside the body).

One of the ways people claim to sex birds on is tail shape. Girls will have an even tail arch, like Eris up there, and boys will have middle feathers on their tail that are taller than the ones to either side.

Except... if Citrine were a white bird with no feather markings, that would get her sexed as a male.

While it's TRUE that ADULT females have a crescent tail and males have a spade tail, until they are 2+, hens can still have the same kind of tail as the males. They're dropping so many feathers so fast as they grow, it can look like anything along the way, and by the time it stabilizes into a proper yearly molt schedule, the male's train feathers will have begin to differentiate.

The most accurate way to sex baby peafowl is blood/DNA sexing, or the LOSS of barring on the backs/wings. Barred wing males do not EVER lose their barring. For solid wing birds, it's blood/DNA sexing or looking for the arrow feathers; hens do not EVER get arrow feathers in their saddles. Anyone that ever tells you otherwise IS guessing- they might be very good at guessing, and some of the stuff it's unusual to see the opposite sex have whatever characteristic (it's /unusual/ for males to have scalloping on their neck, but it CAN happen when they're young), but it's still a best guess until you see a loss of barring or the presence of arrow feathers.

Citrine, by the way, kept her barring til she was almost 6 months old.

#peafowl #peacocks #peahens #my pets #birds #Eris #Citrine #bismuth

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toasttt11 · 4 months

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the girl next store; luke hughes

summary: she always tried not be in love with her best friends little brother but she can’t push away her feelings forever

cynthia jade brown x luke hughes

part one, part two

taglist: @chelawrites @faithshuoseofchaos

October 6, 2023

Cynthia was zipping close her empty suitcases when she heard a knock on her door. She looked up from her closet and walking out of her room down the hallways towards the front door, She opened the door seeing Luke standing there with wet curls, a big bouquet of flowers and what look like a bag of food, “Hi baby.” Luke softly smiled despite being tired, excited to see her.

“Luke.” Cynthia grinned brightly lunging forwards and wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, feeling his chest shake with a fond chuckle before Luke wrapped his arms around the best he could.

The two both been very busy and have barley seen each other the last month, With Cynthia having all the fashion weeks and Luke having preseason the two schedules have not been aligned whatsoever, but it’s honestly reassured both of them that even in the beginning of their relationship, neither of their busy schedules affected their relationship, while of course they both missed each other, Cynthia and Luke obviously understand each other and understand being busy.

Cynthia cuddled close to Luke enjoying his warmth before reluctantly pulling away knowing Luke has his hands full, Cynthia cupped his face smiling up a him, “Hi Lu.”

“Hi.” Luke smiled down at her.

Cynthia gently pulled away looking down seeing Luke’s duffle bag set on her front mat and picking it, “Come on my love i want to hear everything.” Cynthia smiled over her shoulder watching Luke walk behind her. He slipped his shoes off and followed Cynthia to her living room, As she set his bag on a chair.

Cynthia sat down on her couch looking up Luke, Luke smiled setting the bag of food on the coffee table before sitting down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and handing her the bouquet of flowers, “For you darling.” Luke softy smiled kissing the top of her head breathing in the distinct scent of Cynthia, the smell of fresh strawberries, sweet floral and hints of vanilla, Luke has always been reminded of Cynthia when he smells those scents. Luke closed his eyes leaning his head on top of Cynthia.

“Thank you Lu.” Cynthia smiled looking down at the bouquet of flowers before gently setting them on the coffee table and grabbing the bag of food, Cynthia grabbed the blanket next to her on the couch throwing it over them before opening the food bag smelling the scent of a cheeseburger. Luke pulled his head up from Cynthia’s grabbing a cheeseburger.

Cynthia and Luke were both exhausted as they ate in silence, enjoying the comfort in each other’s company.

“Can we talk more tomorrow?” Cynthia mumbled into Luke chest as she rested on him when they finished eating their dinners. Cynthia wanting to talk about everything she’s missed which is really not that much since they have face timed lots but she wants to hear everything again.

“Course baby.” Luke softly mumbled back also wanting to hear anything he missed lately, “Come on let’s go to sleep.” He gently stood pulling Cynthia with him, He lead them both to her bed knowing they are to tired to even care to do their nightly routine, Cynthia pulled the covers up and quickly slid in holding her hands towards Luke, Luke who smiled fondly and got into bed quickly cuddling with Cynthia.

October 7, 2023

Cynthia woke up to the feeling of a hand brushing through her hair, she nuzzled more into Luke’s chest. She felt one of his hand resting on her back and the other brushing through her hair.

“Good morning baby.” Luke’s voice had a deeper rasp to it and his eyes were still dropping from sleep, but he woke up before her and just layed there holding Cynthia and admiring her for a while.

Cynthia grumbled keeping her head burrowed in Luke’s chest, Cynthia never been a morning person and could easily spend the day in bed sleeping if she could. Another reason she had blackout curtains in her room.

Luke smiled kissing the top of her head, loving he’s the person who now gets to see her like this, knowing she’s not even grumpy but has always had a hard time waking up. He gently brushed his hand against her back knowing it wakes up her.

Cynthia hummed slightly her eyes slowly relaxing open, Her eyes peaked up from Luke’s chest towards Luke eyes, who was already was looking at her and enjoying seeing her beautiful green eyes and all her beautiful honey brown freckles that are barley noticeable if you aren’t right by her face.

“Hi.” Cynthia mumbled closing her eyes when Luke pressed a soft kiss to her temple, loving how her the days she start with Luke are already better days.

“Hi my sweet girl.” Luke softly smiled down at his girlfriend. He nudged his nose softly to her’s, “What do you want for breakfast sweet girl?”

Cynthia rested her cheek on Luke’s chest still looking up at him, “Pancakes?” One of Cynthia’s favorite foods has always been pancakes but Luke has always made them a hundred times better than anyone else.

“Of course.” Luke chuckled slighty kissing her cheek softly, Despite not being very good in the kitchen there is a few things Luke can go and they all happen to be really good and Cynthia loves when Luke’s cooks for her. Luke gently picked her head up resting it on the pillow instead of his chest and slipped out of the bed, He leaned down kissing Cynthia’s head before heading towards the kicthen. He ran a hair through his curls as he walked across the penthouse entering the kitchen and grabbing everything to make pumpkin chocolate chip pancakes.

Cynthia walked across the penthouse stopping before entering the kitchen watching Luke make breakfast around her kitchen is something she never wants to stop seeing. She smiled walking up behind and wrapping her arms around his bare stomach and leaning her cheek on his back. Luke gently squeezed one of her hands before flipping another pancake. Cynthia stayed holding Luke as he continued to make them breakfast. He turned off the stove as Cynthia grabbed the syrup from the fridge and two plates for them setting it on the kicthen island and sliding in the barstool.

Luke slide the plate of pancakes onto the island and the bowl of fruit as well, he sat down next to Cynthia on a barstool. Cynthia pursed her lip before scooting the barstool she’s sitting in closer to Luke, making their stools touch, she leaned her head on the his arms.

Luke looked down smiling at her, Cynthia’s eyes went to Luke’s face seeing the smile on it, “What i missed you.” And Cynthia did miss Luke, she always does but now that their feelings are admitted she doesn’t have to hide that she missed him.

Luke felt his face soften and slowly morph into a look reserves solely for her, “I missed you too baby.” Luke kissed her temple softly before pulling back and putting pancakes on both their plates for them as Cynthia put some fruit on both their plates.

The two ate talking about eveything from the last few days while finishing up their breakfast.

Cynthia got up putting hand on Luke’s shoulder from stopping him from getting up, “Stay here i have something for you.” Cynthia slipped the dishes into the sink before walking towards the other side of the kicthen where a small box is, she picked it up before walking back to Luke. Cynthia stood behind Luke wrapping her arms around setting the box on the counter and resting her chin on hair shoulder, “Open it love.”

Luke untied the box opening the top and seeing a key on a keychain with a little c on it.

“I know it’s only been a month officially for us, but i’ve known you my whole life Luke, and i know we both have busy lives and i want you to be able to come over when you can.” Cynthia bit her lip slightly nervous to see Luke’s reaction.

“You’re giving me a key.” Luke gently turned around making Cynthia arms move so they are still wrapped around his neck and his hands naturally rested on her hips.

“Yeah.” Cynthia hesitated nodding.

Luke smiled cupping her face and gently kissing her, he pulled back befroe covering her face in kisses, Cynthia smile was bright as Luke covered every inch of her face in a kiss, “Thank you Jj.” Luke pressed one more long kiss to her lips befroe resting their foreheads together.

Cynthia nudged his nose back in reply.

“Let me take you on a real date, please.” Luke softly asked holding her face in her hands delicately like she’s his whole world.

“Yes, Yeah.” Cynthia smiled nodding quickly.

“Good.” Luke stroked her cheek bone with his thumb, before looking down at his watch and seeing the time was already 1:00 PM as they slept in for a while, “How about you go get ready and we can go?”

“Okay, What should i wear?” Cynthia asked not knowing what they were doing.

“Anything your comfortable in baby.” Like gently reassured her watching her nod and turn to walk way before quickly turning make kissing his cheek and flashing him a soft smile before walking away with Luke’s fond eyes on her.

Luke grabbed his bag off the chair in the living room heading up to the guest room that’s his and quickly getting ready throwing on a pair of black baggy jeans, a grey hoodie and a tan and brown flannel over top the hoodie, he ran his hands through his curls and sprayed on the aftershave Cynthia loves on him, before jogging down the stairs and flopping down on the couch scrolling through his phone.

A few minutes later Cynthia walked out in black jeans, a tan hoodie she stole from luke and an oversized black leather jack over the hoodie with black high top converses.

“You look gorgeous.” Luke smiled spinning his girlfriend around gently, making her giggle as she fell into his chest.

“Thank you. You look very handsome.” Cynthia grinned standing on her toes to press a bento kiss to Luke’s cheek, “Come on I’m exicted.” Cynthia started pulling Luke out of her apartment. Luke just smiled happily.

They got to her car and Luke opened the passenger seat for her, she hoped it and Luke out the seatbelt over her, she smiled softly at his actions. Luke closed the door walking around and getting into the drivers seat.

He started the drive his hand was automatically resting on Cynthia’s thigh, she was playing with the ring she got him that he always wear on his thumb.

Luke pulled into a parking lot making Cynthia look up at and saw a carnival, “A Carnival!” Cynthia grinned widely always loving carnivals.

“Thought you would like it.” Luke soflty spoke to his favorite person, Cynthia smiled at him, the bright and beautiful smile that Luke adores.

“Well what are we waiting for!” Cynthia quickly got out of the car, Luke got out walking to her grabbing her hand as they walked to the ticklet booth.

They walked hand and hand into the carnival and started by going on all the rides, Luke and Cynthia both always loving rollercoasters and rides.

They ended up going on everything except the ferris wheel, Luke and Cynthia walked to the food both and grabbed a pretzel and a churro, they sat next to each other at a table, Luke held the churro to Cynthia who took a bite and made a happy noise. Luke took the bite of pretzel Cynthia offered him. The two shared the pretzel and churro before getting up and heading to the games.

“Look how cute that is!” Cynthia smiled thinking the polar bear at the game with a little glasses and a scarf was adorable.

“We’ll play.” Luke handed the money to the worker, the game was getting the bean bag into the tilted basket, Cynthia watched rather than playing. Luke easily won the game the first try and asked for the polar bear.

“For my lady.” Luke dramatically brought the bear from behind his back to in front of Cynthia.

Cynthia giggled at Luke before grabbing the bear and hugging it to her, “Thank you my love.” She pressed a kiss to Luke’s cheek, Luke wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they started to walk again, “I’ll shall name you Junior mint!” Cynthia smiled as she looked at her new stuff animal.

“Junior mint.” Luke fondly chuckled, Cynthia playfully glared at her boyfriend, “Don’t laugh at our child’s name.”

Luke smiled at her, “Alright, Hello Junior Mint.” Luke gently held the polar bears little paw and shook it. Cynthia smiled at her sweet boyfriend.

They got in line for ferris wheel, They sat down into the cart and put the bar down. The ferris wheel started moving them up towards the top.

Cynthia rested her head on his shoulder, Luke wrapped an arm around her.

“Thank you.” Cynthia mumbled to Luke, having the best date she’s had.

“Of course.” Luke kissed her head as they reached the top and saw New Jersey and New York with the sun going down.

December 24, 2023

Christmas, Cynthia’s favorite time of the year and a holiday she’s usually the most busy at work, so it’s been spent the last five years with just Jack, they put a Christmas tree decorating it with silly ornaments they have collected over the past years, On Christmas Eve they bake way to many cookies for just the two of them, make hot cocoa the way their mothers use to do for them during Christmas Eve knowing they would love to be with all their family on Christmas and end up falling asleep cuddled up on the couch watching Christmas movies. The two wake up whenever on Christmas and open the presents their family and friends have sent for them and the ones they got each other before going in their pajamas and getting donuts and coffee and going to eat them on a bench in park close to the water.

Cynthia and Jack have been more excited this Christmas as they finally have another person joining them.

Jack and Luke packed a small bag and grabbed their presents loading up the car before Luke got in the drivers seat and Jack in the passenger before heading to Cynthia’s penthouse.

The drive finished quickly, the brothers quickly grabbing everything and heading up to her penthouse, knocking on the door and it quickly opening it revealing Cynthia who had a pair of red plaid pajama pants that both the boys have on as well, A red knitted sweater and fuzzy red socks.

“Cece!” Jack smiled setting his stuff on the entrance bench before pulling his honorary twin in a tight hug having missed her not been able to see her for a week. He pulled back and platonically kissed her cheek.

Jack watched as Cynthia got a sparkle in her eyes when she looked at Luke and smiled a smile, Jack had never seen. He saw as Luke smiled back with a certain softness behind it, The two hugged tightly but he could see how they both melted in the hug, he saw how Luke hand gently rubbed her back and how Cynthia nose was nuzzled in Luke’s neck and her fingers were on the back of of Luke’s head in his curls. Jack furrowed his eyebrows trying to think if they had always been this way he watched how they gently pulled away but both looking reluctant to do so and how Luke tucked a hair behind her ear and the way his thumb brushed her cheekbone, the smile and blush on Cynthia’s face.

Jack shook his head ignoring that for now, as Cynthia grabbed them both and made them grab their stuff dragging them to the living room that is all decorated that the three did a few weeks ago and the fake Christmas tree Cynthia and Jack had bought years ago and have never wanted to part with it, the stockings that Ellen made and gave them when they moved away and she had made another giving it Luke when he moved to New Jersey.

Luke and Jack set all the presents under the tree with the others one that were already there.

“I’m gonna go out my bag away and then cookies?” Jack looked at the two who gave him nods, he grabbed his backpack and Luke’s walking up the stairs to where the guest room they use are he opened the first door putting the Luke’s bag in his guest room and then headed to the next room and Jack threw his bag on his bed before heading back down the stairs, he paused hearing the loud giggles coming from Cynthia and light chuckles from Luke, Jack quietly walked to the bottom of the stairs, he could see how Luke had his arms around her waist, his chin on her shoulder as he tickled her on her side, but he could see Luke repeatedly kissing her cheek.

And maybe that’s what made it click for Jack, he thought back to all the time their families would tease Luke for his red cheeks and stuttering and now he realizes Luke was that way around Cynthia, the way Luke and Cynthia never said they were like siblings always making it clear the two are best friends. Jack remembered the time they were all at a party and they saw Luke with a girl for the first time and he was to drunk that night to really think about what happened but he could remember Cynthia rushing out of the booth towards the bathroom and coming back a few minutes later with puffy eyes and an a excuse to leave.

Jack looked at the two across the room who were in their own little world and he could see it now, the way the two started at each other like they were the only person in the world, how they relaxed against each other, the touches between the two. Jack couldn’t help but feel hurt that his two favorite people are obviously in love and yet he never noticed and they never told him, if he’s honest he would love for the two to be together.

Jack bumped against the wall making a sound watching the two look at him with red cheeks, he saw Cynthia step away from Luke slightly and the frown that flashed on Lukes face. Jack pushed away the twinge of guilt he felt before heading over to the two as they all start making way too many cookies.

As the cookies were in the oven they started making hot chocolate, Cynthia was crushing up a candy cane for her hot chocolate when she felt something wet go on her nose, she looked up seeing Luke grinning holding a bottle of whip cream, “Luke!” Cynthia exclaimed making Jack look up from where he was dumping way too many sprinkles into his mug seeing his little brother laughing and the dollop of whip cream sitting on Cynthia nose. Jack started laughing at them especially when Cynthia wiped it off her nose and leaned toward smearing it across Luke’s cheek grinning.

Jack saw the two share a look before he felt two splatter’s of whip cream on both of his cheeks and Cynthia and Luke laughing so hard they were leaning against each other. Jack laughed wiping off the whip cream off his cheeks.

The oven beeped and Cynthia grabbed the cookies out setting them on the counter letting them cool. They started making different color frosting to decorate the cookies. Cynthia was decorating her cookies very precisely and making them look amazing, Jack was trying to do the Devils logo but it just looked like a red and black blob and Luke was eating more frosting then putting it on his Cookies.

After they all ate one to many cookies they all go onto Cynthia large couch that comfortably have four people sleep on it, Cynthia covered it with piles of fluffy blankets and pillows for all of them. Cynthia grabbed the middle spot with Luke on left and Jack on her right.

They got through four Christmas movies before someone fell asleep and that was Luke. Luke fell asleep and naturally cuddled into Cynthia side and she didn’t even realize her hand was playing with curls and when she looked down at him she heard Jack.

“How long?” Jack questioned looking at his favorite people seeing them together it made him wonder how he could miss so much.

“What?” Cynthia’s head snapped up looking at Jack in panic before seeing the hurt and sadness in his eyes rather than disapproval and anger, “I wanted to tell you Jack i promise i did, I just every time i tried to tell you all i could think about how protective you are of Luke and i didn’t want to ruin our friendship because i’m in love with your little brother. I tried for years Jack to ignore what i felt for him and pretend it was platonic but i couldn’t anymore, i love Luke and i always have and i always will.” Cynthia feels a weight be lifted off her shoulders as she said the words she been trying to tell Jack for years.

Jack squeezed his eyes trying not to tear up try hearing the pain in his best friends voice, he felt terrible not knowing he was causing them so much pain, He reaches over grabbing her hand, “I’m not mad at you Cece, i’m mad at myself for letting the two of you be apart for so long and i’m sorry i made it think i wouldn’t approve for you to be Luke, Cece there’s no one i would accept more than you for Luke. Look i get that this could end bad and cause damage in some of relationships but it might not either and we can’t live in the what if and be scared of what could happen then try. I trust you and Luke and i want my favorite people to be happy and i’m so sorry that i took me so long to realize that i was making you more miserable.” Jack had tears running down his face as he talked with his best friend, who also had tears on her face as she heard the words she always wanted to hear.

She leaned her forehead forward resting it on Jacks shoulder, “Thank you Jacky.”

“You shouldn’t have to thank me.” Jack squeezed her hand.

December 25, 2023

Luke was the first to wake up and noticed Cynthia and him ended cuddled up next to each other, he brushed a hand through her hair admiring her.

“I can’t believe i never noticed till now.” Jack groggy voice shocked Luke. Jack couldn’t believe he missed all the signs for years.

Luke looked over quickly seeing Jack smiling at him in amusement, “I-“

“Moose, really it’s okay. I talked to Cynthia last night and god i’m so sorry i made you two think it wouldn’t be. I love you both and all i want is for you to be happy, and of course if you find that in each other i could never disprove. You’re my little brother Lukey and i’m sorry i’ve been a shit brother.” Jack smiled grimly realizing just how much he made the two suffer and never realized.

“You’re not a bad brother Jack.” Luke reached over squeezing his arm before grinning, “Maybe just a little obvious.”

Jack and Luke looked at each other before laughing, Cynthia opened her eyes at the sounds of her favorite boys laughing, “Very obvious.”

Jack looked down towards Cynthia who was squinting up at him with a smile, “Wow! I’m getting ganged up on, on Christmas even!”

Luke and Cynthia laughed at Jack dramatics. Cynthia sat up slightly leaning her head on Luke’s shoulder and cuddling into his warmth more feeling his arm go around his shoulder.

“How long have you been together?” Jack looked curious as he looked at the two.

“September.” Luke answered running hand gently back and forth on Cynthia’s back.

Jack gasped looking at Luke, “Wait, you weren’t leaving to go hook up with girls?” Jack having thought all those times Luke left at night was to go hook up with a girl.

Cynthia chuckled, Luke shook his head with a snicker, “Well, i was going to jj’s house.” He smirked watching the realization spread across Jack’s face.

“Ok to much details.” Jack cringed slightly not wanting to think more about that, before he up off the couch grabbing a bunch of presents and gently dropping them on the couch. Luke reached over grabbing one with his name and one for Cynthia leaning back handing it to her.

It was a small box but it matched the wrapping paper of a few others ones, they all came from Quinn. Cynthia opened the present revealing a small jewelry box she opened it seeing a new charm, he picked out the Seattle space needle, where they went a few months ago when she visiting him. She smiled looking down at the charm bracelet on her arm that Quinn gave her when he moved away, it’s not completely filled with charms yet, A hockey stick, A number 43 and 86, A C initial, A paintbrush, A dog, A skyscraper from new york, A diploma, A snowflake, A boat, A wave, A tennis racket, A golf club, A emerald. Cynthia clipped on her new charm that fit perfectly with all the other one.

Cynthia grabbed another present seeing it was from her mother, Cynthia had a feeling of what it is. She smiled ripping it open and seeing a new chalk set for her sketches as she told her mother she had ran out a few weeks ago.

Cynthia saw a present with polkadots and new it was from Ellen, who has always wrapped Cynthia’s presents in polkadot wrapping paper. Cynthia opened the present seeing a custom bucket hat with half of the bucket the devils colors and Luke and Jack numbers and the other side the canuck’s colors and Quinn’s number. She put it on her head.

Jack saw the bucket hat laughing slighty knowing that Cynthia has always has merchandise spilt between all the brothers teams, “That’s perfect.”

“Right, i love it.” Cynthia grinned getting up and scooting the rest the presents to the couch so no one has to has to get up.

Jack who was opening a present Cynthia had got him just started dying laughing, he laughed so hard he fell off the couch.

“What are you doing.” Luke chocked out as Cynthia and him laughed at Jack who was laying on the floor.

“Cece open this.” Jack chuckled reaching over grabbing a present he got her, handing it to Cynthia.

Cynthia opened the present and saw a pair of Nike Dunks and started laughing, Jack started laughing again rolling around on the floor.

“What are you two on.” Luke smiled watching the two cackle.

“Look.” Jack sat up pushing his present over towards the two showing Luke was so funny.

“Omg.” Luke just chuckled shaking his head, because only Cynthia and Jack would buy each other matching shoes by accident.

They all finished opening their presents. Jack headed towards the bathroom leaving Cynthia and Luke cuddled up on the couch. Luke reached over towards the coffee table opening the drawer where he put a small present. He leaned back putting the present in Cynthia’s lap.

Cynthia looked at the present before looking up at Luke, “Lukey you already got me a present.”

“I know. Open it baby.” Luke smiled resting his chin in her shoulder kissing her cheek, watching her open the present gasping slightly as she opened the little box. A silver shaped heart locket with an engraved L on the back side, she opened it seeing two of her favorite photos of them.

Cynthia smiled wildly looking up at Luke, “I love it. Put it on for me?”

“Course Baby.” Luke smiled gently pushing her hair to one side of her neck and putting the necklace around her neck clipping it in the back. Luke leaned down kissing the back of her neck before gently putting her hair back over.

“Alright lovebirds i’m starving hurry up.” Jack walked back in breaking the two apart as they shared a fond look but both got and got slightly ready. Cynthia was in the middle of the two linking both her arms with boys as they headed out of her penthouse and down the elevator. They got outside feeling the slight snow still falling before they continued walking. About ten minutes from her penthouse is Jack and hers favorite donut shop. A donut place they stumbled across one night after they got drunk and were being sad together.

They got to the shop picking out their favorite donuts and coffees before heading towards the park right next to the shop that you could see the water. The three huddled up on a bench together eating their donuts in silence.

The three lasted about an hour in the cold before heading back to Cynthia’s penthouse and cuddling under the warm blankets.

Cynthia quickly fell asleep on Luke, Luke and Jack right behind her.

Cynthia woke up a few hours later seeing the boys still face asleep and decided to grab a blanket and sit out on her balcony. She quietly walked over towards the balcony door grabbing her jacket that was hanging in the hook and quietly opened the balcony sliding door, heading towards the side of her balcony that has the best view of New York. She turned on the electric fire place and cuddled up on the outdoor couch under the blanket.

Luke walked out onto the balcony feeling the chilly breeze, he walked over to the couches and fire pit he knew Cynthia would be sitting at, she was cuddled up with a blanket and the fire pit on high.

Cynthia head snapped up when she heard footsteps, relaxing when she saw it was Luke, she bit her lip holding out a hand to Luke, “Sit with me?” Luke just gently nodded grabbing her hand and cuddling up next to her, getting half the blanket from her, Luke threw an arm over Cynthia’s shoulder pulling her closer to him.

“I’m sorry.” Cynthia apologized, making Luke look down at her confused seeing her fiddle with her rings, She cleared her throat, “I don’t want you think i’m ashamed of you Luke. I’m not, i would never be. I just have always been worried and hesitant to let me feelings for you show because of what it could cause to our relationships with Jack, but i’m a idiot and i was so scared Jack would be upset if he knew i’ve been in love with you since before i even knew what love was but he was upset because i felt like i couldn’t tell him not what i felt for you. Jack actually was pretty happy about the two of us. So i’m sorry Luke, i’m so sorry i made us loose so much time because of my fears.” Cynthia’s were filled with tears as she looked up at him, Luke’s face looked shocked looking down at her.

“You love me.” Luke voice wavered holding back his own tears.

“That’s all you got!” Cynthia let out a wet find laugh, Luke sheepishly shrugged, Cynthia slid up straddling Luke cupping his face with her, “I love you Luke Warren Hughes. I’ve been helpless in love with you for my entire life. I love the way your eyes sparkle when your happy mostly from hockey and the crooked smile you get when your with family, i love the way your so passionate about hockey and the way you work harder than anyone i’ve ever seen to prove to everyone your not just Jack and Quinn’s brother but Luke, i love the way you touch me like your holding your world in your hands, i love the way you can make my whole day better by just a smile, i love the way you know me better than i have ever known my self, i love the way i don’t feel like i have to be someone with you and i can just be me. I love you Luke i always will.” When she finished the both of them had tears down their faces, Luke smiled hearing what’s he’s always dreamed of hearing.

“I love you to Cynthia Jade Brown.” Luke smiled cupping her face in his hands, “I love your eyes and the way the crinkle when your smile is genuine and when you talk about something you love. I love your nose especially when it’s scrunched the way it does when i touch it or i compliment you. I love the way you support me in what ever i choose because you want me to be happy. I love the way you sleep better when i’m sleeping next to you. I love the way your trust me. I love the way my name comes out of your mouth. I love you lips especially when i make you smile. I love the way it feels when you hold me, you make me feel safe and loved and whole. I love the way you love me how i am and don’t try to fix me. I love you Cynthia and i promise i’m going to ever day.” Luke smiled as confessed the feelings he’s had for years. Cynthia smile lite up her face, she giggled leaning forwards pressing her lips desperately to Luke’s who desperately kissed her back, it was passionate but slow, reassuring each other as they poured all their love into the kiss. The two broke apart leaning their foreheads against each other smiles both wide as they looked at each other.

“Merry Christmas my love.” Cynthia smiled a smile reserved only for him brushing his curls from his face.

“Merry Christmas baby.” Luke pressed a long kiss to her cheek.

Luke looked down seeing Cynthia relaxed and content and he would love nothing more that let her stay there but he knew they had plans, “We are going to have to get up soon baby.”

“Already?” Cynthia softly questioned still mindlessly tracing her name over Luke’s arm.

“Yeah Jack left right before i came out here to head over.” Luke replied knowing that Cynthia, Jack and Nico have been alone on most holidays and Jack and Nico have always lived in the same apartment building so Cynthia and Jack have been going over to Nico’s for Christmas evening and they have dinner together.

Cynthia groaned shaking her head, her voice with a slight whine, “Can’t i stay right here?” Cynthia would love nothing more than stay in Luke warm embrace for the rest of her life.

Luke fondly laughed.

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↳ cynthia.brown maybe didn’t want the who world to see whip cream on my face lukey🤷🏻‍♀️

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All a Fantasy | Dean Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Hunter!FemReader

Request: Yes from Wattpad.

Synopsis: Reader is under a Djinn's power. Her fantasy life involves one of her best friends.

Warnings: None really. Mentions of supernatural beings. Maybe one swear word.

Word Count: 2,205

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Y/N is cooking breakfast when Dean walks into the kitchen, the smell of bacon and coffee having woken him up from his deep slumber. He gives her a sweet kiss good morning before grabbing himself a mug and filling it with coffee.

Today both of them vowed to take the day off from their jobs. Their work schedules have been hectic over the last few weeks that they haven't had a day off together in three weeks. Dean, a mechanic working in his father's understaffed garage is picking up as many hours as he can without overworking himself and Y/N working as a journalist for the local newspaper, preferring writing over being on tv, found herself covering more than just her own column due to a nasty stomach bug going around the office.

"How'd you sleep?" Y/N asks her husband of 6 years. They started dating when she was 19 and he was 23 but they've known each other since she was five when Bobby Singer and his wife adopted her. Bobby is best friends with Dean's father John. Her and Dean's younger brother, Sam became instant best friends being the same age. Growing up she did have a little crush on Dean but it faded over time. It wasn't until he visited her and Sam in university one weekend that things changed for the two childhood friends. Dean didn't see her as the annoying little girl who is best friends with his baby brother. Instead he saw her as a beautiful young woman who knows what she wants and where she wants to be in life. He fell in love with her hard and fast. They got married three years after they started dating.

"So good. That massage worked amazingly. Best I've slept in weeks," he admits, sitting across from her at the kitchen island while she cooks the last few pieces of bacon. The night before she came home to a romantic dinner and a bubble bath. She repaid his romantic gesture with a back massage which led to something a lot more intimate. Dean isn't big on romance but it doesn't mean he doesn't try to make an effort to be romantic. He can be very romantic when he wants to be.

"I'm glad it worked," she smiles placing the last two strips of bacon onto a plate of food and places it in front of him before grabbing her own plate and sitting next to him.

As they eat they talk about what they should do for the day and agree to putting their phones on silent and going for a drive and seeing where the road will take them, making sure to be back in time for dinner with their parents. Tonight they plan to announce that they are expecting their first child. Sam, who was out of town for work, already knows about the pregnancy. Him and Jess, his wife, were there for lunch when Y/N got the call from her doctor confirming the pregnancy.

Once they finished breakfast, Dean cleaned up the dishes while Y/N got ready for their road trip. She was excited and happy to be spending the day with Dean, no interruptions, relaxing as they take a ride in Baby, the beloved Chevy Impala John gifted him when he graduated high school. Many memories have been made in that car with many more to be made.

When they were both ready, they lock up the house and get into the car, starting their drive out of town.

They'd been driving around for an hour when Dean pulls into the car park of what looks like an abandoned play area. The grass is slightly overgrown like if hasn't been mowed in months, maybe even a year or two. There's a slight chill in the air as they get out of the car and move to sit on the hood. Dean notices her shiver a little and wraps an arm around her shoulders, bringing her in closer to him.

It's quiet, far too quiet for her liking. The only sounds they hear is their own breathing. There are no sounds of birds chirping or any other sound you would hear while out in nature. Y/N finds it a little too eerie but feels perfectly safe in her husbands arms as he holds her close.

Until she hears her name whispered quiet enough to only just be able to hear it. She lifts her head to look around as if she is going to find someone else there. But no one is. She shrugs it off thinking she might've been hearing things.

"You wanna know the exact moment I knew I was in love with you?" Dean asks, bringing her attention back to him. She looks at him slightly confused. He has told her many times about that moment. He mentioned it in his wedding speech.

"Have you been lying about it this whole time," she jokes looking up at him.

"No," he smiles down at her and kisses her, sweetly. Both of them feeling like the luckiest people in the world.

The kiss starts to heat up when Y/N abruptly pulls away from him, hearing her name amongst the wind but it's louder this time and sounds like it's coming from behind her. She can feel the confusion and concern in Dean's gaze as she whips around to see where the voice came from.

"What's wrong?" He questions, his voice matching the look in his eyes.

"You didn't hear that?" She asked.

"Hear what?" Dean asks her.

"I swear someone just called my name," she tells him facing him again, but instead of looking at him, she's still looking around the open field looking for the source of her name being called. "You aren't trying to pull some trick on me, right?"

"I didn't hear anything and I swear I'm not pulling any tricks," he places his hands on her shoulders and pulls her closer trying to reassure her. He didn't know what was happening. "Maybe we should get out of here. It is a little creepy."

She nods agreeing with him and moves to get back into the impala when her name is called once again but this time it sounds from right behind her and it sounds a lot like Dean's voice. She quickly turns on her heel again hoping to catch whoever is there.

Shock fills her when she sees Dean but this Dean is different, aside from the different clothes he's wearing. She looks back to her Dean who doesn't seem shocked but angry and then moves her gaze back to the other Dean.

"Y/N, you need to wake up. None of it is real," the new Dean pleads with her, scaring and confusing her even more. Her eyes fill with tears as she feels as though she is going to faint. She feels as if she's delusional.

"No you don't," her husband Dean speaks up, glaring at the other Dean. "You can stay here, we can have our baby and live the life we both wish and dream of. The normal jobs, the kids, no monsters, not so much death and destruction. This is what you want. We can have it all, baby. Everything you wish for."

Her confused and terrified gaze lands on her husband. "What are you talking about?"

"It isn't real, Y/N." New Dean says again.

"But it can be," her Dean smiles, the look in his eyes loving and reassuring.

Something switches inside of her as if she's remembering a lot of forgotten memories. She sees Dean but it's the Dean who's trying to convince her none of this is real. It's them travelling with his father and his brother, hunting down things that are only written in lore books. She sees Bobby teaching her how to shoot a gun, how to draw a devils trap, and to speak Latin.

"What's happening?" She cries out looking between the two Deans.

"You need to wake up," Dean number two tells her. "It's killing you. The longer you stay there the more the Djinn is feeding off you."

"Djinn?" She says her voice barely above a whisper as images flash in her mind of her entering an abandoned building alone and being captured by something.

"You know you want to stay Y/N. This is after all what you dream about. This is what you want, what you crave. This is your happy ever after. Would you really give this up?" Dean number one questions.

"This isn't real," she replies quietly to herself. "This isn't what I want because it's not real. It's not real."

She closes her eyes hearing Dean call her name but she can't tell which one. Only a few seconds go by before her eyes shoot open and she's gasping for air.

"Hey, hey, hey, breathe," Dean's voice sounds from above her. It's then she notices she's in the real Dean's arms, his eyes are flooded with fright, concern and relief.

Y/N takes a few deep breaths, taking comfort in her closest friends arms. "Dean?"

"I'm here, sweetheart," he continues to reassure her.

"It wasn't real, none of it was real," she says through deep breaths, a part of her grieving for the life she could have if things had been different.

"I know," he continues to hold her and kisses the top of her head.

A loud screech came from another room making the both of them jump. Dean let's her go and stands up before helping her to stand. He takes her hand and they leave the room meeting Sam at the doorway, the younger of the brothers worried look turning to one of relief seeing his best friend alive with only a few bumps and bruises.

"Let's get out of here," the younger man says. Dean and Y/N agrees, nodding their heads and follow Sam out of the building and to the impala.

A few hours later, Y/N and the Winchesters are in a new town, hunkering down in a new hotel room. Sam is out getting food for them while Y/N and Dean are in the bathroom. She's sitting on the counter next to the sink, medical supplies and a bottle of Jack Daniels next to her. She winces as Dean presses a cotton ball dipped in alcohol to the small cut an inch or so above her eye, cleaning off the dried blood.

"Sorry," Dean apologises moving the now stained red cotton ball away from her skin to check the cut. He was glad to see it was shallow enough to not need actual stitches. He puts a dressing over it to keep it clean and prevent it from getting infected before moving on to the bruise that was forming on her left cheek.

"Are you okay?" He asks her noticing she's been awfully quiet since they left the warehouse where the Djinn kept its victims captive.

"Yeah," she nods. "Just remind me to never get caught by a Djinn again. Those assholes really know how to fuck with your head."

He nods his head in agreement, remembering his own encounter with a Djinn. "You want to talk about it?"

She takes a deep breath in and out before shaking her head. "I don't think there's anything to talk about. Hunters don't get to have a life with a marriage, kids and an actual home. They don't get to live their lives oblivious to the monsters in the dark. They don't get normal jobs with normal hours and normal wages. So why bother talking about it?"

"Hey," Dean said gently grasping her chin between his fingers making her look at him before wiping away her tears that she didn't realise were there. "If you really want all that, it's not too late to get out of this lifestyle."

"But it is," she disagrees with him. "I was trained in this lifestyle just as much as you were. I don't know anything other than how we live. And even if I could give this up. I know what's out there and I can't just sit by and let good and innocent people get killed by all those monsters we hunt. If saving people from the unknown means I have to give up my fantasy of us getting married, having our own family and a stable home with stable jobs and all that other apple pie life stuff, then I'll give it all up time and time again."

Dean looks at her with wide surprised eyes. "Your fantasy is us, you and I," his finger points at her before he points it at himself, "getting married and having a family?"

Her eyes go equally as wide and surprised as his when she realises what she said. "I didn't mean us. I meant... I-"

Dean's lips crashing to hers cuts off her rambling and any thought she was trying to come up with. It didn't take long for her to kiss back, her brain registering that this is actually happening.

After what feels like minutes but was only seconds, Dean pulls away but keeps his face close to hers, his lips barely brushing her lips.

"That's my fantasy too," he admits before kissing her again.

#Supernatural x reader #dean winchester x reader

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mangogobibiboo · 6 months

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MSBY: LOST and FOUND

Warnings: children, lost children, screaming, kinda angst not really, very fluff. Let me know if there are more!

MSBY x FEM!reader

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Hinata:

Haruto: Age 5

Hinata is a tad absentminded. Don't get me wrong, he is a hawk on and off the court, but he can get a bit distracted at times.

He gets so excited when focusing on something he loses sight of his surroundings.

Today had been a great day to go to the park. It was sunny but not too hot and a bit breezy too.

Hinata had gotten out of practice a little earlier because the gym was going through some repairs.

After picking up Haruto from his babysitter, he decided that it would be a great idea to play some soccer at the park.

They played for about half an hour before taking a water break. Hinata had gotten distracted by a text in the MSBY group chat.

In the short amount of time, Haruto had managed to wander away.

Now Hinata has a little sister, and I'm sure he must have lost her at some point, so he has some experience.

He is the calmest of all of them because he knows what to do. It's the same thing he used to do with Natsu.

Go to the top of the jungle gym and look for a bit of family face and a mop of fluffy orange hair.

And low and behold, little Haruto was standing in front of an ice cream cart looking around for him.

He hurried down to him and bought three ice creams. 1 for Papa. 1 for Haruto, And one more for Haruto so he doesn't tell Mommy.

Bokuto:

Nanami: Age 8

I love Bo, but don't get me wrong, but thinking about this makes my blood pressure spike.

Like so much yelling, precious eardrums were lost that day.

Bokuto had the day off, so what better way to spend it than to take his little princess on a toy run to the mall.

The plan was to get her some stuff she wanted, get some nerf blasters for a scheduled battle at sunset, and hit the food court before leaving.

The trip goes as planned. They ended up buying a whole kitchen set and a small car to be delivered later. He likes to spoil his little girl. Bokuto walked out of the store carrying a bag with two Nerf guns and another bag with random toys she picked out.

He swears he only looked away for a second to look at the menu, but by the time she turned to ask Nanami what she wanted, he was gone.

This man panics, asking every person he sees if they've seen "the cutest little girl ever."

He ends up back at the front of the toy store, visibly sweating and beyond stressed.

Then a voice comes on the intercom, "Bokuto Koutaro. Please report to the security office." You see, unlike your husband, your daughter had a calm and collected mind. When she couldn't find her Dad, she remembered what you said and went to ask someone to make an announcement on the intercom.

Manz runs as fast as he can. I mean, that's his little girl. It has to be

After almost suffocating Nanami in hugs and kisses, they finally get food and go home.

By the time you got back, the living was a mess with Nerf darts, pillows, and sofa cushions everywhere.

In your daughter's excitement to tell you how responsible she was today, she didn't see that glare you shot her Dad.

Bo looked like a kicked puppy.

Yeah, he slept on the couch that night, but not alone. Nanami felt terrible for getting her Dad in trouble, so she cuddled up with him and fell asleep.

Atsumu:

Hideki: Age 6

Mei: Age 11 months

Atsumu is extra at the best of times, and I can't imagine what he would be like his he lost a whole ass person.

Today was a beach day; the season had finally ended, and what better to celebrate than to rent a beach house for a week?

You had decided to stay back because it was too hot that day, and you didn't want to let the baby outside.

Atsumu was actually really happy about this because he hadn't spent much time with his son with practice, and the baby took up most of his time and attention.

This was going to be the best Father-son ever!

They were going to play volleyball for a bit, build a sandcastle, and stop by the store to get some meat for a barbeque before going to the house.

As expected, Hideki had inherited his father's volleyball skills, and those lessons he had been going to were definitely not going to waste.

Atsumu teared up at the thought of his son wearing his jersey one day.

Going on to the sandcastles, Atsumu had left for just a second to fill a bucket up with water, but when he got back, Hideki was gone.

There weren't many people on the beach, and he was still nowhere to be seen.

When I say this man screamed, I mean her screamed bloody murder; you heard it from the house.

He was thinking frantically about where he might have gone. He ended up running half of the beach and had called the police to report him missing.

Now, just like Nanami, Hideki had a much cooler head than his father, but he could be a little absent-minded.

He had wandered off because he saw something shiny near the cove where they were building their sandcastle.

After catching breath, Atsumu tried looking around the tide pool again.

Before, when he yelled, Hideki was too engrossed in a small shark he found in one of the tidepools to notice. By this time, the shark had gone away.

And there was his baby boy squatting down, hugging his knees on a rock while looking into the water.

When Tsumu screamed his name, he almost fell in LOL.

Anyway, queue all the kisses and hugs, the man almost suffocated him.

Then Hideki held up a handful of shiny shells that he picked up to show you and Mei so you wouldn't feel sad because you couldn't come.

Afterward, they picked up some meat and ingredients for side dishes at the store and went home.

But your time together was interrupted by a police officer dropping by to follow up on a missing child report.

Tsumu slept on the couch that night after profusely apologizing to the officer.

Sakusa:

Eichi: Age 4

Ayumi: Age 7

Unfortunately, you were called into work at the last minute and had no way of getting a babysitter in time, which meant the kids would have to spend the day with their Dad at practice.

Eichi and Ayumi took after their Dad in the aspect that they were really good at sticking to a routine. They finished the morning rituals and headed out the door at 10:00 a.m. sharp.

Even with two kids, he is a little clueless about being a dad. Don't get me wrong; he loves them tho.

Anyway, when they get to the gym, he sits them down on the bench near the couches; every water break, he checks in to see if they are okay, makes sure that they eat their snacks and lunches, and makes sure that they stay hydrated.

It was halfway through practice, and there were fewer breaks; the kiddos started to get bored, as kiddos do. They wandered outside for a bit to see if they could find anything to play with.

Ayumi ended up finding some rocks and sticks and convinced her brother to play make-believe as witches.

And somehow, nobody noticed two little children wander off.

When Sakusa looked over to see that they were gone, everyone was wrapping up to go home, and he freaked out.

Everyone was kind of taken aback by him suddenly screaming their names, but the rest of the team noticed they were gone, too.

Atsumu and Hinata managed to calm him down and offered to look for them.

After about 20 minutes of unsuccessfully looking around the gym and calling their names, sakusa couldn't have been more stressed.

He stood at the gym entrance, ready to cry, until he remembered hearing Eichi and Ayumi yell about rocks.

He remembered that there was a little garden with a bunch of pretty rocks; he rushes there and finds his two precious babies sleeping under one of the trees, cuddled up under his MSBY jacket.

He carried Eichi while Bokuto helped bring Ayumi. They didn't wake up until you got home, and they just excitedly told you how much fun they had at practice with their Dad and if they could go again.

The kids never even realized they were lost, and Sakusa never mentioned it to you. It could be his little secret.

a/N: Lot of my stuff has been fem reader. I will try to be more g/n in my h/c's; please bare with me.

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sanchita123212 · 2 months

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sanchitadaswani24 · 3 months

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Introducing baby solid food chart is thrilling yet daunting. You can navigate this era with assistance and expertise to ensure your child gets the nutrients they need for healthy growth and development.

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Can I request a fic where hyunjin had a really bad day and then reader says something that’s obviously meant to be a joke, or idk buys him the wrong order of food etc but he gets really upset and takes it to heart and starts crying and reader realizes something is definitely wrong because he’s never that sensitive and she gets him to open up to her about how stressed he’s been etc and she just helps him get through the day and feel better.

hey!! I loved this request because I love hurt/comfort, even though I don't know if I'm good at writing it...? I tried my best, though! I really hope you like it and that it is what you wanted. I don't know if Hyune actually feels like this sometimes but the mere thought just made me want to fly to Korea and tell this man how much I love him. So, there's that!!! hope you like it.

word count: 1560

Fuck. fuck. fuck.

You know you fucked up, somehow. Looking at your boyfriend's sad face in front of you, you look back upon your interactions today, trying to pinpoint exactly what you did wrong.

Hyunjin had texted you around midday, a simple “coming over tonight after schedules”, to which you responded with a heart emoji and continued working. Luckily, you worked from home so you were able to clean around the house so you could wait for him at your apartment. He was usually done with schedules by 7 p.m., or maybe 8 at the latest. You were free from work by 6:30, so you took a shower and sat on the couch to watch an episode of Friends, sure that by the time it was done your boyfriend would be arriving.

Distracted by the episode, you only remembered he was apparently late when you were halfway through the third episode. Looking at your phone, you saw it was around 10 already.

“baby? you still coming over, right?” you sent, worried frown on your face. You figured he had gone to his place to get cleaned up, maybe dance practice ran late and he had to wait until 3racha showered, or something. He probably had a reasonable explanation, you figured, even when he didn’t text you back, you knew he wouldn’t stand you up.

Sure enough, about 30 minutes later your boyfriend arrived, opening the door for himself and getting inside, running away from the chilly night air that probably made him feel cold due to his wet hair. You frowned, looking at him.

“I’m so, so sorry!” he quickly apologized, taking off his shoes in a rush so as to get closer to you as fast as possible. “Everything got delayed and then Jisung took forever in the shower, I’m so sorry!” he repeated.

“And here I was thinking you stood me up and I’d be able to sleep without someone stealing all the sheets tonight.” you joked, sighing as soon as you finished saying those words as if you meant them, even though it was an obvious joke, and you figured he could tell by the blush that crept to your cheeks as soon as he stepped through the door. Even after dating for a few months, you were always blushing around him.

He froze, but you didn’t notice that because you were watching the screen in front of you to click pause on the episode. After doing so, you closed the laptop and stretched your back, only then looking at him again. You noticed he was staring at the floor and had stopped moving towards you halfway through the living room, so he was standing close to the door, just looking at the floor as if it had something interesting to tell him.

“Hyune?” you asked, worried, trying to get his attention. He hummed without looking up, letting you know you were heard. “What’s going through your head?”

“You really think I would stand you up?” he asked, and his voice broke a little near the end. Your eyes grew big, surprised he was taking that comment so seriously. Before you got a chance to say anything, he continued. “Am I… do I ever make you believe you're not loved enough?”

He looked up as he let out the last question, and you were now able to see the tears that were running silently down his face, his worried eyes fixed on you as you gasped in surprise, quickly getting up to get close to him.

“Hyunjin! No!” You were almost reprimanding him. Seeing him this sad made you feel guilty, and your heart broke a little at the sight of the tears and the hurt he was feeling.

When you were close enough, you tiptoed and put your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly.

“Baby, I never once believed you were actually standing me up, you make me feel so loved and so sure. I knew if you weren’t coming you’d let me know, so I figured something had happened and you were running late.” you explained in whispers, still hugging him.

His arms were around your waist now, and he hugged you so tight he almost left you without air. His face was hidden in your neck, and you could feel his wet cheeks brushing against your skin. You worry, because it’s obvious that the tears are still falling and because he’s never this insecure.

“Hyune?” you ask again to get his attention, but you don’t wait for a hum this time before continuing. “What’s wrong?”

Hyunjin is silent for a few seconds, probably thinking if you really want to hear what’s burdening him. Trying to be reassuring, you move one of your hands to his hair, interlocking your hands with locks of hair, massaging his scalp. He sighs, and you know you broke through him and his walls — they’re never strong enough to keep you out, and you’re so glad for that.

“I’m just stressed, y/n…” he says, voice so tired it makes you wanna cry.

When you realize he won’t continue talking, you try to get him to open up more. “Why is that, baby? What exactly has got you this stressed? You know you’re an amazing artist so, what’s wrong?”

Hyunjin thinks. He’s picking up the reasons why he’s stressed, trying to organize his thoughts and put them into words.

“Everything is too much.” he settles for, in the end. “You know the comeback is this week, right?” You nod, and he must feel it against his head because he continues. “Well, we have everything ready and only practice the choreographies and film interviews and that’s the thing. I feel like I should be doing more, I feel like people think I should be doing more. Also! The whole ambassador thing… it makes me so happy, but I feel like I’m also not good enough for it, not worthy of such an honor… I should be doing more to actually earn it.” he says, almost rushing through his words as more things come to mind. You’re still hugging, so he can’t see how you close your eyes in a pained expression as you hear him speak. It hurts you that he thinks this way of himself.

“Hyunjin…” Your voice breaks, betraying you. “You are doing so good, I’ve seen you practice the choreographies and I see your work with Versace and… baby, believe me, you’re doing enough. You are enough. Even if you weren’t doing anything, you deserve this so much because you’re you! They want you because you have the charisma, and the look, not because of what you do to promote. The enterprise and the kids, they love you because you’re you, and you do an amazing work. If they wanted you to do more, they would ask for it. If they don’t tell you explicitly, that means you’re doing enough — and knowing you, you’re probably doing even more than you should. Do you think your fancams have the amount of views they have just because you’re pretty? I mean, you are, I won’t deny that, but you’re also mesmerizing on stage, even when you don’t try that hard. Now, I can tell that you’re trying because you look… more than thrice as good. It’s actually unbelievable. I know Stay is proud of you, and I am too. No one thinks you should do more than what you do or you should try harder, we think you’re enough, and we thank you for doing what you do already.”

Your voice is firm, even if it breaks sometimes, betraying that tears are running down your face too. It makes you ache that the person you love so much is doubting himself.

“Baby…” Hyunjin says, and his voice is barely audible. He’s sobbing now against your neck, and you don’t blame him because you can only imagine how long he’s kept this hidden and how badly he needed to hear what you just told him.

You shush him and go back to massaging his scalp.

“Let’s go to bed, okay? You need to rest, and you need cuddles and kisses. I’m going to kiss you until you forget every doubt you have about yourself, okay?” You whisper, trying to lighten the mood. He chuckles and nods, untangling himself from you but taking your hand, guiding you to your room. You notice he doesn’t want you to see him while he cries because he turns around quickly. You smile, shaking your head slowly. You’re so in love with that man, you doubt there’s anything he could do to scare you away.

You squeeze his hand three times, the universal signal for “I love you”. He squeezes back, and when you arrive in the bedroom you cuddle with him and make good on your promise to kiss him until he forgets.

The next day, you start by reminding him how proud you are of him, and promising him that the kids are also proud, and so is Stay. You take it one day at a time, checking in on him and letting him tell you every doubt he has, something just to get them off his chest and sometimes so you can free him of said doubts. One day at a time, slowly, until he realizes how much he’s worth.

#✿ . . cami writes #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you #hyunjin x y/n #hwang hyunjin x reader #skz scenarios

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lovely-lying-loveable-liar · 7 months

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Request: I can sooooooo see Hasan having a breeding kink. Like he’s so possessive and a show off, loved pointing out that Austin was wearing his jewelry at the Streamies, I can just imagine how proud and possessive he is knowing he got you pregnant.

Plus you’d look so gorgeous carrying his baby, he’s LOVING all the body changes you’re going through and would literally just worship you.

So something soft and smutty, even just foreplay and being intimate and close together.

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

OBVIOUSLY!!! HAVE U SEEN HIM?!

Ugh…

TO BEGIN

He definitely makes u wear his rings during sex

And they’re too big for your fingers because he’s MASSIVE

But he’s like

“Keep them safe for me, yeah? They mean a lot to me.”

In the sweetest voice

So how could you not? Having to clench your fists so they don’t fall off…

ik we all probably think of Hasan being on the rougher side

Which is definitely true for when you guys are having your regular sex

But when he’s solely set on knocking you up he’s so gentle and romantic about it…

He tracks your cycle, obviously

Plans around the day you’re most fertile

He’s streaming as usual, before one day of each month, he’s just GONE.

No internet presence, no texts, no calls, nothing.

He disappears so completely even the FBI would struggle to get in contact with him.

Just so he can be completely focused on you!!! <3

Missionary all fucking day

Like…

Literally…

All fucking day

Fucking all day

Puts a pillow under your hips

Has a plug ready to go

Gets really sensual with it

Lights tons of candles

Pink lights

Will tie your hands together with ribbon above your head

FIXATED on BOOBA

He can’t not touch, tug, pull, suck, pinch, kiss…

Especially with the aim of the day

There’s just something about your boobs that make him FUCKING fall in love all over again <3

To the main course,

He works on a schedule

Wake up - 6:00am (early, but he has to)

Wake you up with breakfast in bed - 6:30am

Fuck - 7:00 to 8:00

Relax - 8:00 to 8:30

Fuck - 8:30 to 9:30

Relax, etc., etc.

Makes sure to fill you up at least twice every hour!

If you guys have to go out after fucking, he’ll be smiling like a fucking idiot knowing that his cum is nestled in you, doing its job.

And that nobody even knows! But they will know soon!!!

Gets even more sad than you when all the tests come back negative

Until

FINALLY

It happens!

And he’s over the moon about it!

He gets so fucking excited, immediately planning what the nursery will look like and buying you CUTE maternal clothes (none of those basic maternal clothes, no no no, you’re gonna be fashionable while pregnant, that’s for fucking sure!!!)

Completely stocks up on your favourite food!

One day, during your fourth month, you wake up to his head on your chest and his hand rubbing your tummy

You say “I’m not even showing yet, what you’re rubbing is my food baby.”

And he gets SO huffy with you

That’s HIS BABY right there ma’am!!!

Oh god…

Thinking of going to the fucking streamies with him like this…

In your sixth month, he’s already SO PROTECTIVE

Literally follows you around like a bodyguard, making sure people stay AT LEAST two feet away from you, no touching the belly without permission, throwing even his BEST FRIENDS stink eyes if they look at you for too long…

But also

You take a pic before going to the venue…

It’s a full length mirror pic…

Your dress is FUCKING AMAZING, with two slits in it…

But…

Kneeling at your feet is Hasan, in his suit, hugging your leg while you play with his hair and he looks up at you like you quite literally MADE the universe.

People go feral for that pic <3 <3 <3

Oh and you thought he loved your tits before?

Now they’ve grown and gotten heavy with milk?

LITERALLY DEVOTED TO BOOBA

He can NOT get enough!!!

Staring at them all the time

Sometimes will just get you to flash him so he can get that little boost of serotonin he needs <3

You get so round <3

And he’s like

So curvy, he wants to EAT YOU

If you keep the weight after giving birth

God

Fucking

Save

You

He’s SO fucking feral for it

Ugh

Anyways

I’ve got work to do

Buh BYE!!! <3

#hasanabi smut #hasanabi x reader #hasan piker smut #hasan piker x reader

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bloodyjuls-blog · 1 year

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You don't understand

"Hi girls" y/n said as they entered the locker room. "Hi honey" Alexia said, giving her a kiss on the cheek as the other girls looked at Alexia and y/n suspiciously. While changing out of her street clothes into her workout clothes Claudia says "how about some beers at the bar downtown" "for the day off" to which most agree except y/n.

Alexia looks at her funny and asks "why can't you go?" "because I'm meeting my sister I'm going to take care of the kids while she does some extra hours at work" y/n's sister is a doctor at the Vall D'hebron hospital. Alexia nods, not very convinced but she knows about your love for children, especially your nephews, so she doesn't say anything. "Any problem with that my love?" you say. "no none, i miss them".

The training session goes by, more exhausting than the others 'maybe it's because of the sun' you thought. When patri comes in, scoffing, she says "when are you and Alexia going to get married?" "I don't know, when she proposes" you say in a funny way but hoping it will be soon.

Hours later at home with the little ones

"Ruppert don't run down the stairs you might fall" you said to your 5 year old nephew while you were putting 6 month old Augustine to sleep in the living room. "tia y/n/n alexia said to go upstairs to play mario bros" "well kid but you don't have to run, because you fall down there and what do we do eh" you say between angry and joking giving the little one a hug. "Babe, let Ruppert climb up to beat Mario," says Alexia, teasing the boy. You laugh and let him climb up.

For Alexia these moments are worth gold, she visualizes herself married to you, living in a villa in Castelldefel with a couple of kids running around in the yard and you teaching them how to play soccer.

The next day your sister picks up the kids around 11 am. You spend the day cuddling with Alexia at home, watching movies and eating dirty food.

Wednesday came and with it the training. There was Irene with little Mateo around, so I went straight to play with the little one while the girls finished showering. I must admit I'm a little picky because I always have to shower first. While I was playing with Mateo I heard Crnogorcevic says to Alexia "can you imagine when you and y/n have babies running around the house" "you don't know how excited I am about all that, seeing one or two little ones running around the house" "soon we will have another little one to play with mateo eh alexia" you panicked while playing with mateo. How could Alexia take it for granted that you want children if you haven't talked about it. That made you very angry. First of all because even though you like children and you are fond of them, you can't imagine being a mother, even less with your tight schedule and the constant trips you have, secondly, you are afraid of what pregnancy entails and even worse, you are afraid of hospitals. You'll have to talk to her, you thought.

When you get home you decide to talk to her.

"hey ale, I overheard a conversation in the dressing room today and I swear it was unintentional" you said. "Oh yeah, what did you hear?" said Alexia in a relaxed way "you were talking to Ana about kids and stuff, taking for granted that I wanted to be a mother" "Of course I want kids with you y/n, you are so good with the little ones and the only person I see in that future is you" "look Ale, I will be very honest with you, because we have been dating for about 4 years now and I just don't want, it terrifies me, to have kids, a human being under my responsibility. I said it a few years ago and I stand by it, I don't feel like having children with anyone" you said that a little bluntly. "You think after four years together it's time to say you don't want to have children? what's wrong with that? You are very good with it, even your nephews adore you and see you as a second mother" she says hysterically. "I'm sorry Ale, a little late yes, but it is what it is, I don't think I can change my thinking at some point" you said starting to feel weird, like out of place. "you know something y/n, I think I can't spend years of my life wanting something next to a person who can't be more flexible with that, I can't want to marry you when your plans and mine are different. I think it's better to break this thing we have and look forward with no hard feelings or anything" Alexia said sadly. "Why, what do children have to do with what we have created as a couple" "I just see myself with you, without children but with you" you said in tears. "You don't understand, I want to share my achievements with my FAMILY, with my descendants, with my children, so that they can see that their mothers were successful women and that they can follow the path. I don't want to be left with the legacy alone, you understand that, I want after this whole soccer thing is over there is something else to focus on." "You're being a bit selfish Alexia, you can't want children for such invalid reasons" you said crying, watching your life you thought you had figured out go down the drain. "selfish you y/n, you who are not at the same stage as me, you who prefer partying, traveling, alcohol before me as a partner and family" alexia said raising her voice. "You have no idea what you are saying" you said hurt. "y/n get out, get out of my house, I can't believe you threw all the plans we had out the window".

You left the house angry, sad, hurt and you did the best thing you could do, you called the only person who understands why you don't want to have children. The English captain, your best friend Leah Williamson. But since not everything can be so easy, that night while you were driving something happened...

Part 2 ✅

#Alexia putellas gift #fc barcelona femeni #woso #woso imagines #woso imagine #woso x reader #alexia putellas #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas one shot #woso fic #fcb femeni #espwnt #lionesses #leah williamson imagine #england lionesses

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stillenha · 4 months

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new year kiss series: jay

jay x you; established relationship, fluff

summary: jay sneaks you out to see the new years fireworks downtown… if you both actually make it in time words: 2k warnings: none

“Jay, what are you doing here?”

His signature smirk painted on his face. He was really hoping it would be you who would open the door after he rang the doorbell.

“I thought you were at Jake’s?” You continued, astonished to find him here. There’s just too many things on your mind right now that you never thought he’d be here.

“I was, then I thought of you and realized I miss you.” Jay’s head tilted slightly, as if he was shy. His smirk still stained when he handed the bouquet of your favorite colors that was hidden behind him all this time. “And I wanted to give you this.”

Your face smushed up before you realized you were making a loud cry. You jumped onto him in a tight hug as he almost stumbled behind him. His arm latched behind you as his scent rushed through your nose. It was such a comforting smell that your lips touched his neck under your hidden features. His hugs were always warm. This was a moment you craved for and you wished it could last forever.

“You didn’t have to.” Your words mumbled through his skin. It tickled him as he laughed quietly.

“Are you going to accept it or not?” Jay asked. He could stop smiling at how happy you were and hoped you would look at him and show him that lovely look of yours.

“Always.” You smiled at him, tears in your eyes when you let him go. Your arms hung at his shoulders before you collected the bouquet into your hands. “Thank you, Jay.”

Jay leaned in a little with a cheek close to you. His eyes avoided your and his lips moved to one side. “And what am I going to get in return?”

You laughed quietly at his wittiness and pecked a kiss onto his cute cheek. You both shared soft breaths under the little light by your front door together before you both heard someone behind you.

“Oh, Jay! Is that you?” One of your uncles came by with one of your 6-month old baby cousins in his arms. “Why don’t you come inside? The party is just getting started.”

“You mean, it’s been 4 hours, Uncle!” You laughed as you corrected him. The party started when everyone arrived, you thought.

“Yeah, you’re kind of right.” He laughed and continued to invite Jay in. “Well, you should still come inside. There’s plenty of food that hasn’t been served yet. Oh, besides that, let me give you a toast.”

Right when you were about to reject the offer for Jay, Jay was already ahead of you.

“No no, I’m okay. I’m actually gonna go get some more wine with (Y/N) and bring back for the celebration.” Jay’s smile could lie when your eyes widened at him. He could tell your eyes were cursing at him but he ignored it and continued, “We will actually be right back.”

“Oh, okay! Come quick though, it’ll be the new year soon!” Your uncle exclaimed then Jay waved at him after taking your hand. You both walked to his car before your uncle headed back inside and whispered to himself, “It’s only champagne though.”

“Are we really going to go get wine right now?” You asked when you got inside his car.

“No.” He started the engine and turned to you. He had the exact same thought as you when he side-eyed with an obvious smile. “I think it’s a really bad time to go there now.”

“Oh my god, I didn’t think you’d want to fight for the last bottle at the liquor store.” You sighed in relief. Your words had him grinning before you asked him, “Where are we going, anyway?”

“Watch the fireworks downtown.” Jay leaned over to pull your seatbelt. “Because I know you wouldn’t want to be more overwhelmed than you are now.”

For that second, you felt clouded by the warmth of his body over you. You wondered how he could see your face when he wasn’t even looking at you. How could he tell your brain was occupied with all of these family events for the holiday, on top of your busy work schedule after accepting a new one last month? He’s such a wonder, every single time.

After clicking your seatbelt on, his eyes laid on you. He was smiling still when he saw your cheeks burning up. To quickly stop him from staring, your arms wrapped around him under his opened jacket as you hid your face in his chest.

“Oh Jay, I’m so grateful.”

He chuckled softly, finding you cute while his face was flushed by the sudden hug. A cupped your head in a pat before he pulled back, “Okay okay, we should get going or we’re going to miss it.”

He moved back into his seat, set his seatbelt on and drove away as you hugged the bouquet on your lap.

It wasn’t even long until you both were downtown. The problem? Traffic. You peaked up a couple of times, realizing how congested the streets were. Slowly moving from one street to another felt like hours. You leaned back into your seat and turned to him.

“How was Jake’s party?” You asked because your family party was still lingering in your mind.

“It was kinda crazy. You know how much my friends love singing.” He shook his head.

“That’s right.” You leaned close to him in excitement. “I haven’t seen you sing in a while.”

“Yeah?” He seemed nervous, but rather, he felt a bit sad because you both haven’t been able to meet as much this month because of your new work and because of how busy your family is when it comes to the holidays. After you leaned back into your seat, he rested an arm over the wheel and leaned toward you. His smile was there when he asked, “You want me to sing right now?”

“No,” You smiled, almost as if you were teasing him. “I’d rather see you being your silly self singing in private.”

Jay grinned along, knowing that you were thinking of those times when you slept over at his place where he’d start singing in the kitchen in his pajamas in the morning. Perhaps he could ask you to stay for the night tonight.

“I won’t return you home, then.”

Jay’s words caught you off guard. He noticed. The distanced traffic sounds filled the air before he continued.

“I don’t want to send you home after tonight because I know how much it means to you to kiss tonight. And there’s so many new things to do together in the new year. They don’t even have to be new things.” Jay confessed, even though you both have had meaningful kisses before in the last year of dating. To you, kisses meant commitment and trust, and Jay wanted to make sure what he’s choosing to do would fulfill that. He remembered you saying how romantic it would be to start the new year with a kiss, and you didn’t realize it until your cheeks burned up. He turned to look at the still-red light, a pause in his speech before he continued. “I really can’t wait to pick you up from work, take you out on more dates, and especially wake up next to you everyday...”

It sounded impossible currently but Jay suddenly turned to you, “...by the end of the new year?”

“What do you mean?” You asked. Your heart was racing. You had a clue of what he meant, you just needed clarity. In so many ways, you felt that you were lacking to even accept what this may be, but you still yearn for the love you deserve, the love that Jay has been giving you since.

Jay set the car to park and picked at the pocket inside his jacket. He pulled out a ring, but he didn’t hand it to you yet. Your eyes lit up at his hand before you met his eyes.

“What I mean is, I promise you the future of us. Whatever comes to us, I feel that we can overcome it no matter how hard things are. I will be there for you, even if we are apart for a moment. Just like how we are now.” He reminisced of how hard it was to see you this month. You could sense that he never wanted this to happen again when he took your hand into his. His hand gripped yours tightly. You wanted to kiss him right then, as he continued. “So this, I promise you, I am committed to you, and want to be by your side for a long time.”

“Forever?” You asked, and it made Jay smile wider.

“Forever.” He confirmed.

Jay slid the ring through your finger before you noticed the similar ring in his finger. He kind of wiggled his hand so you could see it, as if he was teasing. He was so happy when your smile grew.

The countdown could be heard from your car before you both realized how close midnight was.

“Looks like we won’t make it in time.” Jay said in disappointment, but what else could you both really do? He wouldn’t be able to move his car unless other cars are moving. You squeezed his hand in yours so he could bring his attention to you.

“I prefer this.” You confessed quietly before you leaned closer to him. “With no one else around, just you and me in one place.”

Your other hand cupped his cheek, a soft rub tickled his smirk against your palm. Gazing into his loving eyes, there was nothing else that could matter. Your eyes began to tear up, thinking about how considerate and thoughtful he was of your small meaningless words. He truly meant the world to you when your lips curved. “Jay, I love you, sooo much that I could steal all of the stars in the universe if you ask.”

“You don’t need to, because you already have.” His thumb rubbed at your locked lands, getting lost in the galaxy eyes of yours. With all of his heart, he whispered, “I love you too, (Y/N).”

Jay’s voice sounded loud through his actions when his hand reached behind your neck. The countdown hit close to zero as his eyes stayed stuck at your lips. He pulled you to his lips, as if it was such a desirable taste, something he longed for since you both saw each other less. His hand was steady behind you, and if you knew how hot his body felt to see you after a long time, he’d probably drink you away. He missed the feeling of your soft lips brushing against his, yours the feeling of his gentleness of his crawling hands and tease of the tongue pushing through your kiss. In a short loop of colliding, you remembered how satisfying it was to crave him and to get him. You were out of breath when you both pulled away.

Your eyes stayed closed as your foreheads touched, feeling the fireworks in the sky mimicking the sparks in your bodies. Almost a minute later when your hearts calmed, your eyes opened and smiles were shared while the flashing lights continued.

"Happy new year." He whispered like before.

He held your promised hand still when you greeted him back, then he pressed a kiss onto it.

Just as you said, Jay would steal all of the stars for you too, even if it would take all night to get to your home. In this moment, he’s with you and you’re with him. Nothing else really mattered.

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