#he has freckles because angel kisses = freckles and i wanted to put one on his forehead where caleb kissed him

[astraystayyh]

the premise : u apply lipgloss on felix because ofc he suits glossy lips except it takes an emotional turn???? because felix is perfect sorry. this is fluffyyyy and the sanest reaction to this man being ur bf (and these pics. these pics....)

“lixie, stay still,” you giggle, body nestled between felix’s legs. He's leaning against the bathroom counter, hands propped on the sleek ebony marble as you apply a shimmering lip gloss to his lips.

“but don't you wanna know what changbin said to me?”

“of course i wanna know what creative pickup line he used on you today. of course i do, baby,” you smile and he rolls his eyes at the sarcasm dripping from your tone, his tongue poking against his cheek before gliding in (fake) annoyance over his lips.

“but…” he muses, tilting his head to the side, his hands finding your waist once again (they've been away for two minutes too long).

“but when your mouth moves i can't technically apply lipgloss to it.”

“maybe you're just a bad make-up artist,” he teases, before quickly planting a kiss on your temple. “kidding baby. you're the very best at everything you do.”

“you're actually incapable of being mean,” you laugh heartily, your thumb swiping across his chiseled jaw.

“i am very much capable of being mean,” he pouts, his eyes widening slightly, golden light spilling into his pupils— it refracts into an arrow delving straight into your heart.

“you can't say this in the softest voice and expect me to agree.”

“i am very much capable of being mean,” he repeats, only this time his timber is many many octaves lower. his voice reverberates straight through your stomach, a deep melody orchestrating the untamed butterflies in your stomach.

“this is the equivalent of a kitten throwing a punch to me,” you pull his face closer, and he shakes his head, mouth shut tightly as you reapply the glitter infused gloss on his lips, going delicately over his cupid's bow. his eyes are boring onto you, yet you don't shy away from his gaze. it is a kind one— like a blanket knitted with love thrown over your body.

“done,” you whisper, hands trailing up to his hair, blonde silky locks akin to threads of sunlight. you think he must be favored by the stars— how they stored the sun inside every component of his being for him to keep safe.

“you have the prettiest lips,” your voice is suddenly hoarse, thumb grazing slightly over his lips, ones shaped like a heart— akin to the one freckle he has right underneath his eye.

it wasn't enough for him to have the kindest soul, no, love needed to be etched onto his skin too.

“felix,” you rasp out his name.

he catches your tears before you sense them falling, swiping his thumbs delicately on your cheek. “angel?”

“you're an idiot.”

“am i?” he brings you to his chest swiftly, your nose buried in the orange blossoms and sea notes of his skin— your home, the one you'd recognize in blindness, in despair, in safety, in love.

“i wanted to apply this lipgloss on you because shimmer would suit your angelic lips and then we'd make out. but you just had to be so beautiful and pure that it makes me wanna cry.”

“I'm sorry,” he says and you giggle, more tears spilling from your eyes.

“see, this is what i mean. why are you apologizing. this is so silly and you're so perfect and i can't believe you love me.”

“well i do,” he leans away, kissing your forehead tenderly. the sticky lip gloss lingers on your skin. “i love you so much, angel. i will only ever love you.”

“promise me?” you ask in a feat of vulnerability almost foreign to your being.

“i promise.”

you believe him.

“thank you. please don't put this lipgloss near anyone else or it'll make them cry too.”

“i think that's just you baby,” he grins, his thumb swiping over your thigh comfortingly, then, his nose brushing against your own. “kiss?”

you close your eyes, a sigh of relief, of longing escaping your body. “please.”

to be loved by felix— maybe you're the one favored by the stars after all.

#woah i missed silly little drabbles #this is my new serotonin booster #i dedicate this to my xi #and my anny #enjoy #felix fluff #felix x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz reactions #stray kids reactions #skz fanfic

[celabi]

tbh, I feel like I’ve been drifting away from the original scummy scara I made when I first made the au, so I would like to let everyone know that he is a BIG freak. the type of guy you avoid because he’s just… so creepy and weird. like, restraining order, banned in fifty states type of weird.

he will steal a pen you’ve been nibbling on in class, and do all sorts of things to it that you don’t wanna know. like shoving it down his throat or something idk.

he goes through the trash and takes the gun you spat out, and chews it as if he were a man on death row. and at this point he might as well be.

he ‘makes’ you home made lunch. (which is just store brought food he put into a lunch box). awe, so thoughtful, right? NO, he passed out after cumming so much to replace the dressing on your salad.

spits in your drink, so it’s almost like you’re kissing in a way, because his saliva is in your mouth yada yada. he’s so delusional, gosh.

this man jerks off to anything. pictures of you in a bikini. pictures of your panties that he snuck a photo of from under your skirt. hell, he has even fapped it to a post he found on one of your family members facebook where you look like the most ordinary person ever. anything.

he acts like an angel around you, but the moment you turn your back, he has this dark, violent glint in his eyes at anyone who isn’t you.

he STANK. like discord moderator who manages thirty different servers. he plays video games 24/7 and eats only fast food + he lives in his mothers basement so minus points.

his mind is SO dirty too. like you could be complaining about this one girl who has been getting on your nerves recently, and all he can think about is bending you over the table and running his hands all over your body. he thinks of you when he shouldn’t, and in ways he shouldn’t, even before you knew his name.

yeah he’s so sweet, and kisses the ground you walk on. but he also would love nothing more then to knock you up and keep you as his cute little spouse who he can come home and make love to every day.

god and he’s a brat too, don’t get me started. like, throwing tantrums when you decide to sit with someone else at lunch. starting fights with people who so much as look in your general direction (ones that he loses cause he is so small and scrawny). screaming profanities at the professors who separate your seating plans in lectures, and so on.

if you’ve been keeping up with my posts, you’ll know that this man has a literal sex doll replica of you he sleeps with at night. it’s so detailed to the point where there is freckles in the exact same spot they are on your skin. (even some moles and beauty marks that you didn’t even know you had, and god knows how he does).

has a shrine of you in his closet. strands of your hair he has collected. lipgloss and chapstick he has stolen from your bag whilst you weren’t looking. accessories like rings and bracelets. nail polish, all the works. and in the middle of this shrine, in all its glory, is a pair of your underwear that he took while you were in the changing rooms. he prays to it. the holy grail.

he has been dating you in his head the moment he saw you, like, gets a little annoyed when you don’t remember your five month anniversary, but the thing is, you didn’t even know you’re dating at all.

I love him. don’t get me wrong, but he is not the man you want to get involved with, like AT ALL.

go for someone like scummy alhaitham, who has (some) self respect 👍

#scummy scara :( #yandere scaramouche #yandere genshin impact #tw yandere

[angelshimaa]

@maeby-cursed :: congrats on your 300 followers, you deserve a kiss for each one because of how sweet you are ♡ (i'm your biggest fan, i should know). may i have izuku (shocker !) + prompt 30 from holiday events: only listening to christmas albums with fem!reader ? a/n :: hi darling !! thank you so much, i hope you enjoy this as much as i did :))). fem!reader, talks of him wanting to marry you, sort of a song fic.

event.

the smell of baking cookies sits in the warm air of the kitchen and you feel a little warmer the more you dance to the festive music sounding from your speakers. you're putting on a proper show, your wooden spoon serving as your mic and it's clear your one man audience is entranced.

izuku's pretty eyes glimmer with amusement as he stands near the cupboard, his green christmas pajamas making his eyes more vibrant than they already are. his freckled cheeks are rosy with colour, a permanent grin tugging at his lips and oh, he couldn't be more content than he is right now.

when the song draws to a close, he gives you a round of applause, cheering with laughter that bubbles when you take a bow.

“thank you, thank you. the next show will not be free.” you're breathless, heart hammering against your chest. you sit your spoon down onto the counter and walk closer to him, hand outstretched so as to gently tug at his. he follows at his own accord, slippered feet shuffling closer to you.

izuku places a kiss on your lips, chaste and sweet before he follows it with yet another.

“i’ll pay any price for an encore, angel.” he still needs to remind himself to catch his breath when he’s this close to you, his heart pumping something electric into his bloodstream as if he might pass out without it. you smile, those gorgeous eyes of yours holding eye contact and he fears he might dissipate into a puddle of adoration.

you watch the colour in his cheeks grow— there's nothing better than how quickly you make your darling izuku short-circuit, and you don't think you’ll ever tire from watching him stare with that puppy love looped over his features.

the next song is one you both love and it has a slower rhythm to it; perhaps the shuffle feature can read the room. it's instinctive, the way izuku's scarred hands find themselves sliding onto your waist and you don't waste your time bring your arms around his shoulders.

have yourself a merry little christmas.

the two of you sway gently to the music and izuku knows you love the soul in sinatra’s voice— he doesn't miss the wonder shining in your eyes every time a song of his comes on.

let your heart be light.

the line rings true for the two of you, yet you're sure the domesticity of this moment might make it weigh heavy with love.

“you’re stunning, baby.” izuku almost whispers to you, ever so soft-spoken. you thank him tenderly, glowing in the feeling of what you think must be home and you can't find it in you to not kiss him.

it starts with one and becomes a series of pecks that don't last long enough for him. still, it drives him mad how you grin between each one that he tries to deepen— you know exactly what you're doing to him.

next year all our troubles, will be out of sight.

the thought of a next year, and a few more plays like a delightful record in izuku's mind. the thought of more festive seasons with you, ones where he can dance with you in his pajamas and call you his wife, ones where his ring for you glimmers so prettily on your finger, only reinforce the sort of future he wants with you.

how is he ever supposed to leave you when you look at him like that?

the song drags on and you two are comfortable in your own bubble. so comfortable, in fact, that you don't realise the cookies were meant to be taken out until the smell of something burning overwhelms your noses.

when you do finally take out the scorched cookies, laughing at how ruined they are, izuku hopes his future has more of you and your christmas music in store for him.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

#deku x reader #deku x you #deku x y/n #mha izuku #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha deku #mha x you #mha x y/n #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku x reader #deku fluff #𝅄 ۟ ✧ — angel's gift event ·˚

[acewritesfics]

Perfectly Perfect | JAY HALSTEAD

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request: From anon.

Fic Type: imagine

Warnings: Daughters name in this is Ruby but you can change it to whatever you want.

Word Count: 877

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Jay and Y/N are roused from their light sleep by their baby girl’s whimpering coming through the baby monitor. Y/N moves to get out of bed to attend to Ruby, but Jay stops her, making her lie back down.  

“I’ve got her,” he says, pulling back the blankets and getting out of bed. 

“But it’s my turn, and you need to sleep,” she grumbles snuggling back into her pillow. Jay put in extra time over the last week working on the intelligence unit's newest case. Before they went to bed, he'd only been home for two hours. 

“You can take my turn,” he says as he leans down and kisses the top of her head. Just as Ruby’s whimpers morph into cries, he exits the bedroom. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” the new dad coos at his daughter as he scoops her from her crib and hugs her against his bare chest, carrying her down into the kitchen and heating up one of her bottles. As he returns to the nursery and sits on the wooden rocking chair that Hailey had gifted them, having bought it while helping Y/N with the baby shopping, he begins giving Ruby the bottle.  

After Ruby’s been fed and burped, Jay puts her back on his chest and begins to gently rock in the chair. He rubs Ruby’s back and whispers to her about how much he loves her and her mommy as she slowly falls back to sleep. 

An hour later, Y/N awakens to find Jay’s side of the bed still empty and faint snores coming from the baby monitor. She rises from the bed and heads into the nursery, but she pauses when she finds Jay sleeping in the rocker with Ruby tucked against his chest. Instead of waking him up straight away, she returns to their bedroom, grabs her phone, and then returns to the nursery to snap another picture of the father and daughter sleeping together. 

She walks over to the sleeping duo and softly runs her fingers through her husband’s hair. His eyes flutter open, and a little smile forms on his lips as he looks up at her sleepily. 

“Hey,” he says, his voice hoarse from sleep. 

“Hey,” she whispers, returning his smile and kissing the top of his head. “Let’s put Ruby back in her crib and go back to bed. I’m sure the bed will be more comfier than the rocking chair.” 

She moves aside as he stands up and carries Ruby to her crib.  

Y/N stands behind him, a hand on his lower back, gazing fondly at the child they created as he tucks Ruby back into her crib. Jay turns on the baby mobile that is hanging over her crib when she starts to stir. The soothing melody of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” quickly soothes baby Halstead. 

“Sometimes I can’t believe she’s ours and that we made her,” Jay admits as he looks down at the small baby who already resembles him so much.  

Ruby’s inherited his nose, blue eyes, freckles, and ears, and her Uncle Will’s auburn hair. There’s no denying that she takes after her dads side of the family. Y/N’s mom often tells her that its common for girls to take after their dad and she would know because all three of her girls take after their dad.  

“I think that sometimes too,” she confesses. “She’s perfectly perfect.” 

“With two imperfect parents,” he continues, throwing his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side. 

She kisses his chest and rests her head against it with a smile, “We can’t all be angels,” 

“What did we do to deserve her?” He wonders aloud. 

“I’m not sure,” she acknowledges, “but I thank God every day for her.  Now, let’s go back to bed before she wakes up again."  

Separating herself from him, she grabs his hand and leads him back to their bedroom. After getting back into bed, Jay pulls her close to him while seeming to be contemplating something important as he looks up at the ceiling. She is about to ask about what is going through his head when he reveals to her something unexpected. 

"I want another one.” 

“Another baby?” she asks making sure that’s what he is talking about. 

He looks at her and nods, “Yeah.” 

“So do I, but I think we should wait until Ruby is a little older before trying for another one,” she suggests, letting him know she has also been thinking about having another baby. 

“I agree,” he says, relieved that they’re on the same page.  

If they decided to have more than one child, they had both agreed that they would want their children to be close in age but not too close. They both come from families where them and their siblings are close in age. Will is only a year older than Jay, while Y/N is two years younger than her older sister and a year older than her younger sister. 

“But until we decide to try for another baby, you and Ruby are all I need,” she smiles. 

“You and Ruby are all I need right now, too,” he returns her smile as he cups her cheek with his hand and draws her into a sweet and loving kiss. 

#acewritesfics repost #jay halstead x reader

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

F- Favorite Position

A/N- I know this one is a little shorter than normal but i love being able to write fics that have to do with descriptions, especially when it comes to talking about things that people are normally insecure about 🥰 to be honest, being able to write about things like that help me with my own insecurities (because let’s face it, Eddie doesn’t have a type and would love every one of us no matter how big or small we were) For those of you who aren’t aware, this is a fic for my series based on my NSFW Alphabet :)

Genre- Fluff, Smut

Warnings- Descriptions of body parts during sex (almost every body part i could think of to be honest 😅), reader has female anatomy

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @heydreamchild

Words- 0.5k

The sounds of wet skin slapping and whatever cassette tape he had put into his stereo became afterthoughts as his eyes peeked open at the sight beneath him, and once his gaze saw your body he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Your hair sprawled over the pillow beneath your head, little wisps of it sticking to your neck and forehead from the sweat and saliva stuck to your skin. A few strands had found their way over your eyes and Eddie reached his hand out to move them for you, giving you the chance to look up and meet his gaze as he was towered over you. He knew that as soon as you were finished there would be little mats and tangles that would have to be brushed out the next morning just like always.

Your face was flushed with the glowing pink that he loved to see. It wasn’t the same blush you had on your face when he kissed you or when he showered you with little compliments, this was a blush of pure love and pleasure. Pink was washed over your whole body, and you were practically glowing, and though the lights were off Eddie could’ve sworn your skin sparkled under the pale light of the moon that crept in through his curtains.

Your neck and chest were littered with hickeys and teeth marks, and though Eddie always tried his best to keep them in places that could be hidden, he couldn’t help but want to get his mouth on every part of you that it could reach. Your throat was bruised and your nipples were still sensitive from being between Eddie’s lips, and another shrill moan escaped your lips when his hand reached out to gently graze over them with his fingertips.

He watched as your breasts and tummy bounced and swayed with each deep slow thrust into you, and without a doubt this was his favorite part of towering over you. Just the sight of your body moving to his touch, your flesh feeling so plush against his body, the soft skin of your tummy caving beneath his fingertips each time he dragged them over your body.

He looked down between your bodies and watched as your legs moved with his waist as they wrapped around them, pulling him closer each time he thrusted into you. His hands moving from the sides of your head to holding onto your hips, slowing his pace to take in every inch of your body that his eyes could find.

Each and every part of you looked so beautiful, angelic even, every time he was on top of you and he never wanted to stop seeing you in this state.

Your body entirely exposed for him to admire and appreciate. He knew every curve and how your skin dipped under his touch, he memorized every mole and freckle and knew how you loved it when his fingers tickled over them, he kissed every scar and stretch mark on your body that he could find because he knew how insecure they made you.

He loved you, he loved your body, he loved your soul, and he loved how each time he made love to you he could watch how he made you feel just from watching your figure writhe beneath him.

You were his goddess, his diety, and all he wanted was to give you the praise and adoration that he knew you wanted from him.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic

[intynidad]

yandere oc

Isaac the customer 

it was a quiet evening that day, the cafe you worked at was in a slow period and you were enjoying yourself listening to music behind the counter.

That's until the bell indicates the appearance of a new customer. you sadly put your headphones away and prepare yourself to go into your Costumer-service mood.

“hi, and welcome to the magnolia cafe. what can I get started for you?”

“ill take my usual, Y/N.”

“oh! sorry, Isaac I didn't notice it was you, so a black coffee with sugar and a cinnamon roll?”

I want you

“yeah, just make sure the cinnamon roll is not you, I don't know if I can handle all that sweetness” 

omg, that was so cringe why did I say that now they'll hate me I'm so stupid i-

“pff you are so silly, give me a minute and ill get back to you!”

of course, Isaac knew that it was a slow time

of fucking course he knew you were all alone in the cafe and it would be the perfect moment to strike up a conversation

he would be a fool if he didn't know, mainly because he has been watching you through the abandoned building a block away with his telescope 

you were just so pretty and so smart and he loves how you smell and how he wishes he could kiss youandholdyouclosebuthellprobablydieifhedoesthatomgtheyhopetheyarenotdroolingbutofcoursetheywoulddrollforyoulikehaveyouseenyourself-

“aac?”

huh?

“you got lost in your thought for a second there, haha”

“oh, umm yeah sorry about that. just a lot of work and I lost myself for a second”  lost thinking about you “what did you just say?”

“I said, here is your order”

“ oh yea thanks, sugar cube” I'm literally so cringe I wanna die

“Anything for my best customer,” you said giving him a small wink

oh how he adores you 

he remembers the first time he meet you. he was cold and shivering. a storm had broken up out of nowhere and he was fucking soaking.

he had taken shelter under the entrance of a small building. but before he could continue to curse his luck. the voice of a literal angel broke his thoughts

“my god! are you ok?”

he looks.

one blink

two blinks

three blinks

“Sir, are you ok?”

four blinks

“Please come inside, you'll freeze if you stay in the rain”

is he dreaming?

and then you take him by the arm and offer him a cup of coffee and a warm cinnamon roll.

is this what they call love at first sight?

a few days later Isaac comes back

and again

and again

and again

and again

and again

he becomes a regular. ordering the same thing you gave him the day your souls crossed paths 

if he wasn't so much of a coward he would ask you out 

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The customer

Name: Isaac Barlowe

Age: 26 

Pronouns: He/they

Personality: an emotionless businessman that was bored of life until he meets his darling. life still sucks but not when he is with you 

Backstory: a man that works in the chemistry field. they got stuck into an endless cycle of monotony and boredom that made them uninterested in life and other people in general. That's until he meets you and you give him color to his life. he slowly starts to circle into more obsessive thoughts about you, since you are the only thing that makes him feel alive.

he realizes at some point that what he is doing is not healthy.

he doesn't like to call himself a stalker (he totally is). he is just so enamored with you that he H A S to see every beautiful movement you make. how can you be so breathtaking without trying 

Trivia: 

he actually doesn't like coffee

he is 6’2 ft

he has thought to use his knowledge in chemistry to drug that customer that is way too clingy for his liking. but then he remembers that you might get in trouble if somebody gets sick by eating on your cafe 

he has freckles (a little insecure about them tho)

#yanderecore #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #isaac the customer #yandere scenarios #yandere story #yandere headcanons #yandere boy #male yandere #yandere #soft yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere blurb

[abelflints]

Soft Lincoln x Male MC Snippet for WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @aces-and-angels so thank you for the tag 🥰

So here's a break from yesterday's angst, I don't know if this will ever be finished to entirety because it's my first not-angst fic so it's uncharted territory for me, but we'll see.

Lines are subject to change... Anyone that wants to do WIP Wednesday, consider yourself tagged! Put it under the cut for convenience, one thing I'll let escape the cut, I think everybody should know that "my dawn" is one of Vax's pet names for Lincoln because of the saying "it's always darkest before the dawn."

Vax's skin tingles under the touch, and he feels the low hum of the Power reacting– soft, lazy, languid, and sweet, in all the ways that he knows Lincoln to be, leaking dappled light through gentle, teasing, calloused fingertips. The Power in Vax, for once not threatening to overflow himself, or overthrow himself, just, just.. Good. Good, and whole, and right, and real, and true, and free–

"…That tickles." Lincoln smiles, and Vax looks at him, something suddenly very serious to his face, bleeding devotion set in his unwavering gaze as he turns Lincoln's wrist to him and kisses a trail up his arm, uttering words of affection down every single inch of perfect, perfect tattooed flesh.

"My dawn…"

"We have a home. We have a home. We have a home."

A ringing hum and a soft breeze caresses Vax's lengthened locks, pink curtains of silken strands swirling as a growing glow emanates from his heart, and when he looks up again, there is something so awed and besotted to his gaze that no novel, no artwork, nor imagery could ever possibly strive to picture something half as raw, and real, and open, and true.

Genuine, joyous tears carve a streak down his face, before he swipes self-consciously at them, pivoting away from Lincoln in a flustered flurry.

"Oh, fuck this–" he half-barks, half-laughs, blotting at his tears with a furious intensity.

But if Lincoln is at all off-put by the man's sudden show of emotions, he doesn't show it, instead hooking a tender hand beneath the man's freckled chin, and turning him back to face him. His free hand squeezes Vax's, once, twice, thrice, soft pulse of Power alighting every square inch his skin touches.

"Hey," Lincoln's voice comes, low and slow, a rumbling sounding deep within his chest, "...hey."

The gaze he fixes Vax with is intense, and damn it all, damn it all, but here, now, Vax, leaning his forehead up against his purpose, his path, his salvation...

Damn it all, damn it all, but Vax just dissolves into laughter, and he hasn't, he hasn't in so long, so long, he wasn't– he isn't that little boy from all those years ago, the boy that used to make people laugh just for the sake of seeing them smile, the boy whose giggles would stretch longer than a mile, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit–

Not since he was a kid, not since he was a kid, no, and it wasn't him, but it was, but it wasn't, but it–

And then anger and sorrow and loss took hold of his heart, but dammit... dammit... dammit.. dammit... He has a home, and it's tumultuous black locks, he has a home, and it's hard brown eyes and small little smiles, he has a home, and it's arms that open, open just for him, he has a home, warm and wanting and waiting, he has a home... he has a home... he has a home.

#ilw #it lives within #playchoices #choices #it lives #lincoln mcquoid #lincoln x mc #it lives choices #it lives series #it lives anthology #lincoln aquino #it lives project #ILW MC #Rowan Burke #play choices #choices game #choices stories you play #OC: Vax Vũ-Verdant #my writing #choices stories we play

[evita-shelby]

Incantatrice

Chapter 12

Cw: postpartum depression,alcoholic relapse(if you know the proper term for it please tell me), anxiety

Taglist: @zablife @wandawiccan60 @thegreatdragonfruta @babayaga67

Gif by @darkcrystals

“If you keep coddling him like that, he will turn out spoiled.” Audrey looked with disapproval at Luca who bounced his son on his knee while Eva bustled in the kitchen putting the cook and maids on edge as she had them try to match her fast pace.

“Give him to me, the last thing we need is your guests to think she’s taken your balls too.” She added holding out her arms and reaching for his two-and-a-half-year-old son.

Leonardo, his Leoncino, cries the moment Luca’s stepmother’s hands brush against his torso.

“What guests? Its just you, papa and Angel.” Luca taunted her by continuing to play with his boy.

He had almost lost Eva when she miscarried, he had seen her depressive periods ---often accompanied by Dido’s Lament playing on the gramophone--- and feared he would come home to find her gone.

But then with the same strength and grace she carried herself after a lifetime of war, Luca watched her return to life.

Its 1924 now, nearly five years after you would think that never happened.

“Have you considered giving the boy a sorellina?” Audrey tried her best to be good, not that it worked, Luca hated her guts and Eva couldn’t stand her even with quite a lot of bribery.

Once he fucked Eva in a confessional to keep her from throttling Audrey for insinuating she was insane to his English cousins.

Eva slammed a cabinet door as she heard the question.

Eva was not ready to go through it all again.

The pregnancy had left her a mess, buying and reading books on parenting, on coping with her past and once he had found her drunk out her mind screaming for him to take Leo and leave because she was cursed.

She was not well.

He had been warned of it and told her uncle that he could handle whatever came. Luca had not lied, he was committed to her and when he realized her loved her, he knew he would rather kill himself than be without her.

She’s bewitched you; Matteo had said with disgust. Matteo loved his wife, but was not devoted to her like Luca was to his.

“We will have another when it happens, matrigna.” He answered curtly, reminding her that she was his father’s wife, not his real mother.

If Eva thought if having Luca’s family visit for Thanksgiving and Leo’s third birthday at their new house was a test of her patience, then she was right.

She is always right; it is one of the many curses she was born with.

“Rilassare, Evuccia,” Luca whispers as he kissed her bare shoulder after putting Leo to bed. “Relax.”

Vincenzo eyed her with suspicion, Angel was nice, but they were very much strangers still and Audrey was an eternal thorn at her side.

She wants a granddaughter; people were getting suspicious that Eva was taking long to have another, and Luca was not getting any younger.

If you wait too long people will think he is not man enough, she had warned as she ‘helped’ her in the kitchen.

Why does no one understand why she is apprehensive to have another?

She wants more children, she has seen she will another one, a daughter with her freckles.

Even the universe is telling her its time.

Fuck your fears, the cards said last night. Rosabla Isabel Changretta will be born in 1924.

“I’m sorry, I’ve ruined your time with your family.” She grumbled and turned her head to kiss him.

Something was worrying him.

“Angel bought an engagement ring today, for the woman I told you about. La Puttana in the gyps---”

“Romani,” Eva chides him as she tugged his sleeve in the direction of the bedroom. "Please don't call her a whore, she's a secretary now and put her past behind her.

If we play our cards right you can have a kingdom of our own."

She likes talking business, likes how he gets when he talks about his plans. Makes for good loving, like him getting his blood running in a fight.

“Fine, the Romani gang causing trouble for us. Run by idiots, the leader, Thomas Shelby married the narc they sent him and his aunt let him.

Easy pickings and we won't ever have to listen to anyone else."

There was history there.

With the aunt at least.

He is a fantastic lover, woman wept when they learned he was monogamous.

If Eva didn’t have him wrapped around her fingers, she would be worried he’d leave her for someone closer to his age.

“Should I be wary of this aunt?” the witch asked feigning jealousy even as she unbuttons his vest and shirt.

He likes it when she’s jealous, likes knowing she’d give the other women seeking him a run for their money.

“Hmm, no. No woman could hold a candle to you, tesoro.” He turns the tables on her and shoves her roughly against the wall.

“Prove it, Luca.” She smiles wickedly when that dangerous look in his eyes intensifies letting her know she’s in for a good time.

“Tell me how, maga, and I’ll prove it to you.” He pressed against her, kissed her neck and jaw and a part of her knew this passion would go out like a light the moment she says it.

“Give me another baby.”

And with those four words, the mood is killed.

“Are you sure?” he asks his brow creasing with worry.

She knows pregnancy and all its imbalance made her a wreck, she knows she should not let Audrey’s nagging get to her.

But she wants the sweet little girl she sees in the cards, their Rosalba, her perfectly magical little rose.

One brown eye, one green eye with Luca’s skill with a piano and her dancing.

“Rosalba, after your mother.” She nods.

#eva smith shelby #eva smith changretta #luca changretta x eva smith #luca changretta x oc

[unluckyhoneybee]

Can you write something about Marcus Armstrong, like he was in minor crash and has (for example) stiff back, so his gf is taking care about him?

Notes: sorry if it took too long... May and June were full of exams for me.

Warning: mention of an accident, obviously.

The crash was scary. His car was hitten by another one and then by the barriers. But luckily he could leave it on his own foot and no serious damage was done. On the medical centre they told him that there were no big issues, only bruises and pain for a few days.

As the day went on, he felt his back and side getting worst. It was stiff and the slightest movement hurt.

You were leaving the paddock and he had an arm around your shoulders. It was a. Cute gesture of his, but you could feel how he was leaning on you while he walk.

"Oh baby, take it slow and deep slow breaths" You had to help him in and out the car. Gladly, his trainer was driving.

"I'm a bit sore, just that" He would try to brush it off. "Okay, baby. But you have to rest. The doctor said it"

At the hotel room, you had to help him taking his clothes off, a purple patch forming on his skin.

"Can I put some cream on it?"

His blue eyes looked at you scared. You knew that he was in actual pain but he wouldn't tell you because he is a *man*.

"I'll be careful. You love my massages"

"I love your massages if you are in your underwear"

"Well, I can take my clothes off, but not funny business today. You have to rest"

He would laugh a bit and roll his eyes.

"Okay. A bit of cream won't hurt" "It will help, idiot"

So a few minutes later he was laying on his boxers, face down and on starfish position.

"Marcus, hey. Tell me if it hurts too much"

He would hiss when you forgot to warm the cream on your hands. "Ups"

Slowly and trying yor best, you gave your boyfriend a massage on the hurt area.

"You are an angel. A true angel"

You were sitting on his butt and his face was turned to the side, so you leaned and kissed his cheek. He had a bunch of moles and freckles on it that you loved to kiss. So you did. Leaving soft pecks on his skin, you wandered around his face, neck and shoulders. It helped him. The anxiety from the crash slowly faded away and his muscles relaxed. With your hands on his bruised side and your lips on his face, he felt in heaven.

"It feels so good, baby" "Are you feeling better?" "A bit" "Do you want some food? I can order something" "Oh yes"

So you ordered his favourite food and an ice pad for his back.

"Don't move Marcus, you have to put this on the bruises for a while" "It's cold" "It's ice"

You had to help him to get to the sofa.

"You should feed me" "Your hands are okay" "I crashed" "You are lucky you are cute"

It was funny after all. The idiot would open his mouth and you would make plane noises. "Ups, I don't have a plane license baby" You said after smashing a piece of cake on his cheek.

Laughing was painful "Ouch" "I said slow movements." "Stop making me laugh!"

At the end you started to think he was faking a bit.

"Have I told you you are an angel?" "I think so" "You are" "I am"

"Ouch. Ah. Oof" He was trying to lay on the bed without help. "Give me your hands, Marcus"

You helped him to get in the bed and layed next to him, an arm falling with care over his abdomen.

"I will bring you every race weekend" "Don't you dare to crash every race weekend"

"It would be lovely if you gave me another massage, to help me with sleeping and all." "You didn't want to"

"Please?"

So finally he fell asleep with your hands traveling up and down his waist. He was the cutest.

#marcus armstrong #ma #F2 blurb #F2 #Fluff #Blurb

[meantaylorsversion]

CAUGHT IN A BAD ROMANCE

@antlxrqueen  sent an ask for marlene x reader “hey im kind of better at you than this” “that’s impossible” “no it isn’t, i’m better than you at most things” & “okay i actually do feel bad so you can slap me once. one time.” from here

marlene mckinnon x reader

warnings; none

pt 1 !

"Hey Blondie! You know I'm the better beater out of the both of us!"

The blonde flipped her hair out of her face, cascading down in golden tresses, as she heard you speak once she got down off her broom, while Marlene knew she wasn't the best beater there ever was, she knew damn well she was better than you. "You're so funny L/n!—" Marlene's blue eyes narrowed in anger as she spoke, "Because the last time I checked, Gryffindor had the cup, not Hufflepuff,"

You scoffed at her, rolling your eyes before throwing a hair tie at her. "Ok, Rapunzel listen, since your best beater and chaser graduated, it's perfect time for Hufflepuff to win,"

Marlene stepped closer as she caught the hair tie and quickly put it on her wrist without a second thought; glaring at you with heat in her blue eyes. She couldn't believe you! Year after year, you two have been fighting over the littlest things, but she knew for a fact she was better at Quidditch than you, but she also knew that you were better at potions than her; though Marlene would never admit it. "You're so wrong L/n, James is captain this year and I'm faster on my broom than you!"

You stepped closer to her, noses almost touching. You could see the sweat on her forehead from her workout and the sun beating down on the both of you, but this time you could also see the beauty she held. Her grey eyes and freckles against her tan skin created an image of an angelic girl, but you knew better she was the devil incarnate to you, at least that's what you wanted to think.

Your eyes flickered down to her lips as you let out a shaky breath, she began to lean in and the world began to become obsolete and it was only the two of you here on the Quidditch Pitch. It felt like time stopped as her lips softly touched yours and Marlene placed her hands in your hair, her kiss becoming more and more urgent like you were the cure to all of her ailments. You kissed back with the same fever, your hands gathering at her waist. 

A few moments passed before you two separated, coming up for air, it had finally hit Marlene what she did and immediately she ran. she couldn't believe how stupid she was for that. She hated you! You two had been at each other's throats since the first time you met on the Quidditch Pitch in 2nd year. Ever since then Marlene felt it was her job to try one up you in everything. She cherished the moments where she could your face in disappointment when Gryffindor beats Hufflepuff at Quidditch. Or when Hufflepuff and Gryffindor share classes and she scores higher than you and rubs it in your face, she loves to see the cute pout on your face when she beats you in something. The blonde didn’t even think to look back behind her to see you standing there on the Pitch looking up at the sky in confusion.

Since that day on the Quidditch Pitch, Marlene has done everything to avoid you. From switching spots in class with James or Mary to eating lunch out in the courtyard with Lily and Mary. She couldn't bear to look at you, the blonde was terrified of you confronting her. So much so, Marlene was currently staring at her plate of a full English breakfast that Lily had put on her plate for her.

"Marls, C'mon you gotta eat, we can't have you passing out in the middle of the game!" Lily reprimanded her, her green eyes ablaze.

Mary nodded her head, agreeing with Lily. "Mar, you know Lils is right and I'm sure Y/n doesn't remember it's been two weeks!" Marlene's blue eyes brightened up like a lightning bolt striking. James walked by, intending to hype up Marlene for the Quidditch game against Hufflepuff.

"Marls! You ready for the game?" He turned to Lily, putting on a charming smile as he tousled his hair. "My dear Lilyflower how are you doing on this fine morning?" Lily rolled her eyes, before scoffing at him as she looked up from the table.

"Potter get lost, we're trying to hype up Marls to facing Y/n during the match," James raised his eyebrows, waiting for them to explain. Marlene banged her head against the table in agony, narrowly missing her plate.

She whispered quickly "IkissedY/nonthepitchtwoweeksagoafteranarguement" James tilted his confusion, looking a deer in headlights. "McKinnon you know I can't hear you when you whisper," Marlene groaned, before looking James in the eyes and speaking, “I kissed L/n on the Quidditch Pitch, after we argued, two weeks ago,” 

James choked out a laugh before he patted Marlene on the back. “That’s unexpected, but it’s nothing a little quidditch can’t fix it!” The blonde rolled her eyes at James as she picked up a piece of toast and flipped him off before Lily shooed him away from the girls.

Y/n sighed as you watched the back of Marlene. Its been two weeks since the kiss and all you can think about is her. It hurt every time you saw her change her seat with James or Mary, pretending you didn't exist or what happened didn't happen.

Amelia waved her hand in front of your face, trying to get you out of your thoughts. "Y/n! I asked if you're ready for the game today," Y/n looked away from Marlene to the brunette in front of her. “Oh, sorry a bit distracted today, yeah I’m ready for the game today,” You immediately returned to watching Marlene from afar. Amelia sighed as she watched you focus on Marlene. She snapped her fingers in front of your eyes, getting your attention back.

"No, no looking at Marlene until after the game! You're distracted!" You scoffed at her before stabbing a fork into the food right in front of you. "I'm not distracted, I don't know what you're talking about," She laughed and then flinged a piece of fruit at your face.

#marlene mckinnon fic #marlene mckinnon x reader #marauders era fanfiction #marlene mckinnon x you #marlene mckinnon x y/n #marlene mckinnon #alex's writing<3

[afunfunkytime]

sippi hcs because im procrastinating and brainrotting him so hard rn i wanna kiss him so bad also it's his birthday

happy birthday my beloved magnolia

ANYWAY

-makes the prettiest most delicate looking pies. like they real pretty. fancy flower designs on top made out of pastry. so beautiful.

-obsession with dressing up teddy bears in funky lil outfits. they sit on a shelf in his bedroom and stare menacingly. he loves them. they all have names. he makes most of them himself but his friends give him many plushie gifts.

-wears socks and sandals sometimes

-the fucking king of bubble baths, he loves his bath supplies. mans favourite activity is just relaxing in THE most aesthetically pleasing bubble bath of all time. he has his scented candles, his soft classical music, a glass of wine or seven. bliss.

-owns foxes! the red fox is one of his state animals so i like to imagine he rescues foxes that can't be rewilded and nurses them back to health or simply takes care of them. they're all named after types of magnolia. they are his babies.

-really good at storytelling. like. REALLY good. he gets really into it and does a bunch of voices for different characters, mans has the Muppets he can totally do this, he doesn't speak up very often to tell stories but when he does? enthralled.

-pretty much a disney princess. animals love him. mans can pet wild animals. he doesn't do it often because Respect Nature but mans will pick up hurt animals to take them to a vet because he can.

-owns many fancy ducks. he has the coolest duck as his state waterfowl, mans loves a fancy lookin duck. theyre all named after plants

-speaking of plants, he's a total dork about plants. HUGE nerd. physically cannot shut up about plants. he gets very excited when he sees a plant he hasn't seen before, takes pictures and stores em in a scrapbook for plants he has. owns MANY houseplants. his garden is BEAUTIFUL. flowers and trees of many different types, he grows all his own fruit and vegetables, he loves plants. so much.

-incredible at ballet. he's been dancing for almost two centuries, he's very talented and makes it look easy. he's performed in many ballets, and the south always comes to his performances to give him flowers and compliments.

-baking is his passion. mans has a huge sweet tooth and spends a lot of his free time baking with equally as much of a baking nerd, Alabama. he makes some good fuckin desserts, he usually gives these to friends as gifts but mans keeps a few for himself. as a treat.

-despite not really being known for it, sippi can figure skate. he likes swirly twirly sports. if he can spin and look pretty? hes in.

-gay.

-very gay.

-hopeless romantic. daydreams about kissing his crush under the stars. sadly he is bitchless.

-hella muscular, hella squishy. your honour he is THICCC. not an exaggeration. he looks soft and cute because he is soft and cute, until he flexes, then he looks like he could fuck you up. mans has those pinchable cheeks, grandmas love him. very strong arms and legs because ballet but he has squishy thighs and soft stomach. the missititties are fantastic. i hc him as a bit overweight. kneading him like bread dough rn. he is a BEAR.

-puts the ass in landmass, lord this man is caked up

-PUT HIM IN A DRESS. A SOFT PRETTY DRESS WITH A FLOWY SKIRT PERFECT FOR TWIRLING. PUT HIM IN IT.

-enjoys flower pressing. mans has a little book with dried flowers in it. it's very relaxing.

-fuckin angelic singing voice. could be a mermaid if he wanted to be.

-stretch marks. because they're cute.

-cannot drive for shit. his truck is 73% duct tape. is not allowed to drive with other people in the car because he is terrifying. speed limits are a suggestion. mans is going sonic speeds down those country roads.

-covered in freckles. button nose. dimples when he smiles. has many scars.

-cries over sad songs and pictures of kittens.

-gives his friends bouquets with sweet meanings, mans speaks flower language.

-the KING of flower crowns. mans is always wearing one, he makes them so intricate and detailed and he loves doing it. gives all his friends loving flower crowns.

-has a magnolia sleeve tattoo because magnolias symbolise perseverance and mans has been through some shit.

-vegetarian 2x a week

-nerd. has cute glasses because he highkey can't see.

-THE prettiest eyes. ethereal. enchanting. crystalline blue.

-works as a weatherman and LOVES it. aside from when he gets called landmass.

-definitely a storm chaser

-bama calls him Maggie, short for Magnolia

-everyone has a different nickname for him. sippi, missy, sips, magnolia, miss, maggie, miso, misosouppi, souppi, sippo, missis, the list is endless

-incredible hugger. he's chubby and warm and smells like magnolias and baking, and he has titties you can bury your face in. he's perfect. and very touch starved. will ruffle other states hair.

I love him your honour. He is my darling magnolia. I want to kiss him.

#ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttsh #wttt #the table #i love him #bites him #hes my blorbo rn #biting him kissing him hugging him #just HIM #Look at him. #hes so soft your honour #hes also deeply miserable and sad but those hcs are not fun enough for his birthday #happy birthday sippi!!!!

[themculibrary]

Pride Month Masterlist 3

part one, part two

5 Times Peter Parker Almost Came Out to the Avengers (ao3) - Babereflective T, 12k

Summary: (And the One Time He Did)

Peter Parker had a secret. No matter how badly he wanted to share it, he couldn’t, he knew he couldn’t. Deep down he knew it wasn’t a big deal, but it was. It was a huge deal, and sometimes he thought he would never tell anyone how he really felt. You see, Peter Parker was a bi disaster. He told himself that he wasn’t the type of boy to stare at cute strangers too long or smile at the thought of a school yard crush, but oh boy he was. But nobody could know that. Well, nobody except Ned and MJ.

another love letter you'll never read (ao3) - eurydicees steve/bucky G, 6k

Summary: For Pride Month 2019, The Met has put together a collection celebrating the LBGTQ+ community in the first half of the 20th century.

AKA Bucky writes Steve letters he never sends, and somehow they turn up in a museum a hundred years later. Also everything post-Winter Soldier never happened because I say so.

Clue Her In (ao3) - MCUsic_to_my_ears G, 1k

Summary: Peter's friend MJ is coming over to the cabin for the first time and he and Tony want to keep Morgan from misgendering them.

Days of Sunshine (ao3) - norsellie (flamewarrior) peggy/angie E, 9k

Summary: After Peggy leaves New York for Los Angeles, Angie and she lose touch. But a chance meeting on a DC street brings them back into each other's lives — and brings questions about both her present and her future for Peggy.

Girls Like Girls��(ao3) - Mx_Night steve/bucky, carol/maria G, 2k

Summary: Captain Marvel has been seen sporting a new rainbow suit. The rest of the team discovers something that surprises no one except Steve. They have a heart to heart and somehow Carol gets to play matchmaker for the oblivious super-soldier. Everyone decides to come to her with their questions regarding sexuality and she decides that she likes helping these confused idiots figure out who they are.

i’ve got you, always (ao3) - cautionaryjanis harley/peter T, 9k

Summary: When Peter’s class is granted a field trip to Stark Industries, he thinks he might just die of embarrassment. However, the Avengers and Peter’s boyfriend, Harley, know there’s a different Peter in there somewhere, and so they prepare in accordance. Shenanigans ensue.

or, the overused field trip trope, but where the Avengers are all aware of Peter’s anxiety issues and know to give him time before he decides he’s comfortable

June (ao3) - peterparkr G, 6k

Summary: Peter's struggling to come out and Tony's the complete embodiment of 'he's a little confused, but he's got the spirit'.

local lesbian finds out gay marriage is legal (ao3) - cynthiagay carol/maria T, 303

Summary: After Peter tells her that gay marriage is legal in the US, Carol has a very important question to ask.

Pride (ao3) - lockedlocke steve/bucky E, 7k

Summary: So here he was, at Pride despite the fact that he’d rather be at home. It’s hot, boiling and his feet hurt a bit from standing all day. Converse might be nice shoes, but Jesus they were terrible for his knees.

He had lost Natasha a little while ago, and had given up on finding her. He just wants to sit down for a moment. As soon as he spots an empty bean bag by one of the workshops he sinks down in it and opens his Coke bottle. He’s exactly one sip down his drink when someone slides down beside him on the ground.

“Can I draw on your cast?” A blond man asks with a toothy grin. There’s a light sunburn on his shoulders and Bucky can see the faint hint of freckles on it.

Pride (ao3) - haku23 steve/bucky G, 3k

Summary: Steve and Bucky go to a Pride parade.

Pride (ao3) - Fighting4Fandoms carol/maria G, 1k

Summary: A night in front of the fire, with the two people she loves more than anything else in the world. Carol Danvers was a lucky woman

Save A Kiss (ao3) - grimeysociety darcy/wanda, steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: Darcy's crush on Wanda is out of control, and denying her feelings isn't going to work anymore, especially during Pride.

This is Me (ao3) - happyaspie ned/peter G, 3k

Summary: Tony likes to tease Peter about getting a girlfriend and Peter very much doesn’t want one. Because he’s already dating someone. Ned. He’s dating Ned and he doesn’t know how to tell the man that he’s got it all wrong. But after having a mini-crisis right in the middle of his boyfriend's bedroom it was decided that he should just bite the bullet and tell his mentor that he’s gay.

Or:

A coming out fic starring our favorite neighborhood Spider-boy and his extremely supportive superhero mentor/father figure.

Times Have Changed (ao3) - Wolfcry22 steve/bucky G, 6k

Summary: Times may have changed and adjusting to it can be hard.

Tired of Running (ao3) - heeroluva steve/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Bucky reluctantly attends Pride with Steve and has a realization.

We'll Haunt This Place (The Two of Us) (ao3) - ElloPoppet clint/steve E, 25k

Summary: Huh. Captain America showing up at his farm unannounced in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon with a suitcase. Somehow, not the strangest thing to ever happen to Clint. Not even the strangest way he had been woken from a nap, honestly.

What May Doesn't Know (ao3) - MCUsic_to_my_ears ned/peter G, 1k

Summary: Peter is confused as to what his feelings toward Ned mean. A couple on the street help him figure it out.

you’ve got your passion, you’ve got your pride (ao3) - steviepie steve/bucky, joaquín/sam E, 20k

Summary: They’d stuck it out together even after they both got shipped out of Brooklyn and off to the war, where somehow being gay was just as taboo even off of American soil. Bucky supposed it had made sense in a way. It’s hard not to care about stateside law when your lover is Captain America.

Not that Steve is Captain America anymore, though he is still Bucky Barnes’ lover- and as of two months ago, legally he’s even more. Because while they are back in Brooklyn again, it’s been a long time since the war, and while this isn’t where Bucky thought they’d end up by a longshot, he can’t help but thank his lucky stars that they no longer have to worry about being caught.

(alternatively: steve and bucky get some of those stupid corporate pride packages.)

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #pride #pride masterlist #masterlists

[littlemessyjessi]

More Stiss Things from Feral Housewife, the upcoming Kim Namjoon story!

Hi, my darlings! 

We're back again today with more Solstice things as we prepare for the release of the Kim Namjoon story, Feral Housewife! 

Today we're taking a bit of a deeper look into Stiss and her style and appearance! 

So, I've gathered my inspiration pics and I thought I would share them with you today! 

There are so many lovely ladies that I found on Pinterest that really helped into building the creation of Stiss! 

So first, let's talk body. 

As mentioned in the Meet Solstice part, Stiss is a tol bean and she a chonky bean. 

If you've been here for a while then you know that I loved beautiful plus size women. 

I think all women are goddesses, truly.  I mean, ugh, yes, just women, man.  Women.  I swear.   A GIFT.  A TREASURE.   

But I would be lying if I said that I did not have a particular affinity for the plus size ladies. 

Heavenly angelic clouds, I tell you. 

So I definitely had to make Stiss both chonky and tall. 

Ahem, totally not me airing my type out here on Tumblr because that is legit my fiance's body type. 

But I digress. 

So yeah!  Stiss is tall and leggy with thighs for days, an absolutely wonderfully squishy tummy, wide hips and honestly just pure beauty. 

Here are some of the pictures that inspired me! 

Now getting into some more specific features here.  I knew Stiss would have the lovely brown skin of her father and her mother's freckles and this is perhaps a nod to my self as I possess this trait.  I'm a mixed baby and I am definitely freckly.  Like, good lord I got freckles for days.   

And Stiss loves her freckles!  She thinks that add to her beauty like coloring on flowers!  It is one of her favorite things about her appearance!  

Joon is also hopelessly a simp for those freckles.  Like my GAWD…. he picks an area and counts them every night to help him go to sleep.   He's never got an actual number on how many she's got but he's ok with that.   

Her freckles are seconded though by her love of her prominent nose and lips. 

Admittedly, when she was a kid, she got bullied for those things.   Kids can be cruel, what can I say?  I certainly got bullied for my facial features.  But she soon came to absolutely adore those prominent features.  And also, Stiss loves jewelry and so when she got her nose pierced she was HOOKED.  She discovered that she could wear piercings with bigger designs on them simply because she had more space.  And though she didn't need a reason, she was all about it after that.  

And Joon loves to boop her nose and give many, many, many kisses to the tip of it as much as he can.  

Her lips are another favorite of his.  I mean, let's get real.  Yes, he thinks she beautiful.  Of course, man is a simp.  But also, he's a guy.   I mean, I don't think I have to put two and two together for you.   She got them good lips and he's only human, lol.  

Inspo for them frecks:

Now, let's talk hair.   As that one tiktok says, Hair. Is. Everything.   

Stiss has very dark 4C hair that she loves very much.   Now, as any of us with 4C has probably experienced in our lives at one- she had a period where she detested it.  I mean, Stiss is a woman who lives in this time and there are INCORRECT beauty standards but she did grow up seeing things like only straight hair was pretty.  Now, she's a firm believer that you do WHATEVER you want to with your body and if that's what makes you happy, then it is correct for you.  Not up for discussion.   However, she has come to love, embrace and feel such pride for her hair.   It's actually quite long but ya know, shrinkage is real, lol.   

She loves to mix it up with her hair and does love her protective styles as well.  She's an all natural queen though - to her core.   Partly because she knows her beauty and wants to give it the best she can and also because she's a little earth friendly gremlin who wants to make her dollar count by using eco friendly products that are good for the environment as well as herself. 

When she wears braids, she goes all out with whimsical beads, rings, colorful extensions and clips.    Her goal at all times is to look like an elven warrior of the forest and she embraces that with her hair. 

But don't get it twisted.  You touch those edges and you die.  And she'll tell you that.   If she steps on your toes about it then good because you get near those baby hairs again and she's coming for your neck next.  Ask Jungkook.  Boy 'bout lost a finger a couple times.   

And yes, she does make Joon help her with wash days on  occasion.   Though truthfully, it's less of her making him and more of getting him to move out of the way because she lets it loose and all he wants to do is play with it.   It's one part of almost childlike fascination of the hair that defies gravity and also trying to keep him off her because he finds her incredibly sexy.  

She also likes wigs and wraps as well, it's all about how she feels and what she feels is best.  But she is always about looking like a magical fae. 

And while we're on that topic, let's talk about fashion!  So, we talked about before how she loves thrifting because there's just so much good about that.   

For style, it comes down to this.   If she likes it, she wears it.   She always dresses it up to make herself look magical as fuck but that's what it boils down.  

As Ari said, "I want it, I got it."   That's Stiss in a nutshell! 

So I hope you enjoyed another peek into Stiss!  I'm so excited to share the story with you! 

I love you all so much!  

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[brendashmenda]

it pains me the fact that armin is so insecure and has such low self steem even though he's perfect and all his friends keep trusting and valuing him, and it pains me even more that this boy gives so endlessly to others without expecting anything in return due to seeking validation😞 just wanted to make him realize that he's so perfect so I often imagine holding him in a lazy afternoon and showering him with love and sweet nothings, making sweet sweet love to him filled with love on this bad day and talking softly to him in aftercare, kissing his tears away, thanking him for his existence and for everything he does, telling him he's so much more than enough,,, make him feel valued and loved yk🥺

armin definitely needs to feel validated and loved bc he is an angel, (I absolutely love this <3)

you’d just had enough of it. Armin was always doing so much for others, sparing barely a thought for himself. And it seemed to you that whenever he did pay attention to himself, he would say things, things that made you frustrated, because they were filled with underlying self deprecation. why did he always have to put himself down? why couldn’t he see how amazing he was, how perfect in his own ways? all of this was on your mind as you stood in front of him arms crossed.

he was trying to get you to let him go down on you, (like always, the sweet boy) but you refused, insisting he finally learn to understand his own self worth. he continued to protest as you gently pushed him down onto his back, removing his clothing with careful hands. but finally when you started kissing him, he stopped trying to fight, and gave in to you. (although you speculated that once more this was only in efforts to please you.)

”you’re perfect, armin,“ you whispered as you traced over the rough areas of skin marred by years of heavy odm gear use, and then feeling the contrast of his soft, untouched, lightly freckled shoulders. You leaned your head down, kissing gently.

“and m gonna show you just how much i love you, kay?“

he nodded, blushing to the roots of his hair. Nobody had ever called him perfect before.

you pressed warm kisses everywhere, all over his beautiful features, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, his cheeks, his jawline, his neck, over to his ear, kissing his hairline and forehead.

in between kisses you made sure to whisper loving words to him, assuring him of his importance and how amazing of a human he is, making him a little flustered, but a new feeling was emerging in his chest, a feeling of self worth, even if it was just small. you shifted your lips down to access his shoulders, his chest, and you kept going down until you had pulled his waistband down, breath fanning over his hard-on.

he adjusted himself up, resting on his elbows so he could look down at you, and the sight almost made him faint, it was so arousing.

”hey armin,” you told him sweetly, “m gonna ride you, okay? I want you to see how good you make me feel.“

and as you lower yourself down onto him, his mind almost goes fuzzy at the sensation, but he’s glad he stays somewhat present in the moment because then he hears you moaning, babbling about how he makes you feel so good, and something else about how it’s him, only him, he’s the only one who can do this to you, make you feel this way. And he’s letting his elbows drop, head falling back on the pillow, messy blonde hair splaying out this way and that. you’re so sweet with him, after your orgasm, just letting him lay there, keeping him inside of you, as you cup his face, leaning really really close to him, whispering affirmations, brushing the droplets of sweat, and, as you suspect, a small trace of tears away from his eyes. you just want to make sure he feels so loved, so needed, so important, like he is. and after youve finished whisper-ranting at him, as you cuddle up next to him, arms wrapped loosely around each other, you softly say, “youre my favorite person in the entire world,” into his ear, and he feels validated and loved forever <3

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[jade-parcels]

The genshin men: fatherhood edition

With: Childe, Zhongli, Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Venti, Albedo and Baizhu

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Childe:

Ajax loves kids and he’ll make that known early on in your relationship

Like...This man wants five or more kids but he’ll settle for four. He dreams of a big family, getting to surround himself with you and your kids every night for family dinners, everyone getting together for big birthday parties or reunions! That’s his dream life! Plus, in Snezhnaya, most families have more than two kids anyways

He will cry so hard when his babies are placed in his arms for the first time, I mean he’s a mess. Nose is running, eyes puffy, lost of sniffling lmao he is so excited to be a dad!! Don’t you dare tell the other Harbingers how much he cried...What do you mean you took a picture when he wasn’t looking??? Hey??!?!

With his obscene amount of mora, he’ll buy a huge house that will accommodate everyone. Anything you want will be purchased that day or within 48 hours, the same goes for the kids

But they’ll all learn to be thankful for what they have. They’ll learn to fight, fish and speak multiple languages. He has high expectations but let’s face it, he’ll be proud of them no matter what

You’re gonna have to be the one to put your foot down though because Ajax doesn’t enjoy being the ‘mean parent’, he has trouble saying no to the kiddos which can create some tension between you and your husband. He has good intentions of course!! He doesn’t wanna say no to those cute, freckled faces!!

Zhongli:

Zhongli is nervous about having kids because he’s immortal. So this will go one of two ways. 1. You have the baby and the baby ends up not being immortal (or you adopt a baby who is not immortal) Then he loses you both. OR 2. You have the baby and it inherits his immortality and becomes an adeptus. Now he and the baby will have to watch you die while they both life forever.

Either way...It hurts him to think about because he loves you!! He wants to have a family with you!! He wants to give you that perfect family life every human desires!! But he’s torn

You two will just have to figure it out.

Zhongli will be a strong, male figure for your kid(s) and he will instill that traditional kindness and respect into their behavior. ‘Please’ and ‘thank you’ always, always offer to help someone who needs it, do good deeds and you will feel accomplished, be the best you you can be, alway try your hardest because that’s all that matters

He will be sure that your kid(s) always feel loved ALWAYS. Zhongli will tell them stories, cook for them, take them to school, anything that needs to be done. When you’ve had a rough day, he’ll step in to take over for the night without being asked. He shows interest in everything your kid(s) like and he will do his damn best to display every piece of artwork they make or every pretty rock they find

He...will make a great dad :’)

Kaeya:

Ooooh brother, at first Kaeya says no he doesn’t want kids but...Then he starts thinking about it

He observes the happy families that walk around the cobblestone streets of Mondstadt, how the kiddos smile and laugh with their parents. He’ll patrol in the afternoons, usually rounding the corner just in time to see the city’s kids leave school for the day, watching as they all run down the street to go home to their parents or play in the fountain together...Yeah, that really warms his heart

He’d want one or two kids, preferably two to avoid an only child being lonely. He isn’t on the best terms with Diluc but he can admit that they had a great childhood together, playing at the winery and running around as brothers do

Kaeya would be a very patient, understanding father. He doesn’t have much of a temper so he’d use the kids’ mistakes as learning opportunities instead of getting upset at them

He would be obsessed with the kids when they’re babies though oh man if you thought you had baby fever, he has it times ten! He loves holding the baby, watching with a twinkling eye as his baby grasps his thumb with its tiny hand... adorable

And if your kids inherited his eyes, his star shaped pupils that his ancestors passed down to him...He’s gonna get emotional

Everyone at the knights’ headquarters and the Angel’s Share will get sick of him REALLY fast cause he won’t stop bragging about how cute and smart his kids are lmao

Diluc:

Diluc would be such a soft dad don’t even get me started

He loves you so much of course he wants to have kids with you! Is that even a question?? He won’t be the one to bring it up unless he gets the feeling that you want kids but once you ask, he’ll agree so fast

He’ll be grateful to even have one kid with you :’) and he’ll be fine with however many kids YOU want. You want one kid? Perfect! You want four? No problem, the manor is big enough for ten! You...you want ten...? Time to hire some more maids then lmao

Diluc is a worry wart though, he’ll be afraid to hold the baby, feed it, bathe it, he’s terrified of hurting the baby or the baby suddenly hating him. So just help him out!! Cause when he gets comfortable with the baby, he’ll be in full dad mode

He isn’t embarrassed to walk around the manor, conducting business with a baby strapped to his chest!

Diluc is a very kind, gentle dad who will always offer helpful solutions to the kiddos’ problems. He’ll make sure all of their needs are met while also trying to avoid spoiling them... Too much... There will be a fair amount of spoiling...

His own father wasn’t too affectionate with him so that’s why he’ll be affectionate with his kids! Hugs and kisses when he tucks them in at night, big dad hugs when they get home from school, holding their hands in the busy streets of Mondstadt. His father was a great dad! He just aims to be better.

Xiao:

Like Zhongli, he worries about the mortality thing. Since he’s an Adeptus, his kid will certainly be an Adeptus too if you have kids together.

He also worries that his kid(s) will hate him. His duty is to kill demons which means that rain or shine, holidays, special occasions, day or night he’s gotta be ready to go slaughter demonic beings. So he’ll inevitably miss out on important stages in the kiddos’ lives

And admittedly... He’ll be scared of his kids lmao

They’re screaming, crying, barfing, pooping, laughing, screaming again...He can’t predict their behavior. It’s unsettling. All of that goes away one night when you sit him down and place your sleeping baby in his arms. His eyes go wide...And he just watches. This tiny, little baby...Feels no fear for him. It’s comforted by his presence. He almost cries...ALMOST

He’s still pretty much the same Xiao we all know and love but now he has a kid. “Slaying demons is what I do...Hey, go back inside and finish your dinner. Yes, even your vegetables. I don’t care that you don’t like them-...Fine. Don’t tell your mother, bring them to me. I’ll eat them” cute :)

He’s a protective dad and husband, he’d never let anyone or anything harm his beloved family

Venti:

Venti....does not want kids. He thinks they’re cute! He likes the idea of kids but he knows he wouldn’t enjoy actually having kids

You two already have so much fun together!! You don’t need a kid!! You guys have dogs!! Dogs are like kids! But they’re more independent and they’re cuter!

He’ll feel bad if you want kids and he doesn’t, he really will! But it’ll be nearly impossible to convince him cause he’s made his mind up :/

Venti’ll make it up to you somehow though, he’ll take you out more and show you all of the adventures you guys can have if there aren’t kids around

But for the sake of fatherhood headcanons, let’s pretend he gave in. Venti would be a very caring dad. He would cuddle the hell out of this kiddo and sing to them :’) the only problem is that Venti doesn’t like being tethered to one place for too long so he tends to take off and not come back for a few days... :(

Albedo:

Albedo wants kids mostly just to see what fatherhood would be like. He’s always been curious about what that part of his life would be like so why not have a kid

He’d be good with one kid, two at most cause after practically raising Klee, he knows how some kids can be and...He doesn’t have the mental capacity for more than two kids at a time lmao

He tries his best to show more emotion in his face. We all know he usually sits like this 😐 and goes ‘wow im so happy right now’. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was bored out of his mind right? So he’s gotta work on that. And when he musters up a smile for the baby and it smiles back at him????? Yeah...He’s gonna try to smile a lot more now

He definitely softens up once he becomes a dad, he shows emotion more than he used to and surprisingly, he takes time off of work. Shocker, I know! He decides that he’s been in the lab long enough and that he wants to be able to be there for these moments with you and his kid(s) :’) :’) He trusts Sucrose and Timaeus to take over for him for a couple hours

He keeps a journal for each kid and writes down the date and time they have their firsts or just interesting things they do ->

- 8/4: Baby sees and plays with a cat for the first time

- 9/5: Baby smacked me in the face and laughed so hard she threw up

-9/12: Baby learns that pulling my hair gets my attention. She now continues to do so

-10/15: Baby stays at Aunt Klee’s house for the first time

Baizhu:

Baizhu really loves kids, he works with them a lot and he considers Qiqi to be his daughter anyway but in terms of you guys having a kid together, with his condition he can probably only handle one kid running around

He will do his absolute best to be a good dad. Even if he feels like death, he’ll help change diapers, feed the baby, care for it when you need a break. He isn’t contagious so when you’re sleeping and he feels gross, he’ll sit back against the pillows with the baby on his chest, the three of you resting together (though he doesn’t fall asleep...that would be dangerous for the baby)

Baizhu already tends to nag at you about your health and lifestyle choices but now?? He’ll be a menace. He’ll be constantly evaluating your baby’s condition, checking to see if a certain food is giving them a rash or making sure their skin isn’t drying out. He’s hyper aware of your baby’s health and will be the one to treat them if they get sick

He’s a busy guy since he runs the pharmacy but he will always do his best to be present for your baby’s big milestones! And when your kid cries cause Baizhu’s medicine tastes like shit, he’ll do his best to not be disappointed in their reaction lmao

When you leave him alone with the baby, he’ll wrap a scarf around himself to tie the baby to his chest while he works and...he looks so cute :) dad baizhu <3 <3 <3 <3

Bonus points for him buying the baby toy medical equipment so he can get your kiddo interested in medicine :)

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[onfreckledwings]

“You know I didn’t mean it, right?” Dean says one night.

Cas squints in that way he does as he looks up at Dean through his lashes across the library table. He tilts his head in question.

“What I said that night. Before you left...after Mom.”

And that’s all it takes for the wind to leave his sails. Deflated. The memory is still fresh in his mind, even after all this time. And despite Cas’s best efforts, yeah. It still stings. He lets his eyes fall to the names scratched into the mahogany of the table. He stares at them: at Jack’s name and his, at Sam and Dean’s initials.

At Mary’s.

Why does that something always seem to be you?

You’re dead to me.

He lets his index finger trace the letters of her name. Grief, guilt, and loss unfurls from behind his rib cage and grips around his heart like tentacles.

He’d said he was sorry. Cas knows he is. Logically, at least. He’d be lying if he said doubt didn’t sometimes reside quietly in the corners of his mind, in the chambers of his heart.

His forefinger is tracing the ‘W’ next to the ‘M’ when he tries to hold his stiff upper lip, tries to conceal the raging inner battle from Dean.

“Of course.”

And it’s the best Cas can do in that moment. He regrets it almost instantly, because it sounds like bullshit, even to him. So he tries to deflect, to end this conversation before it begins. He rises from his seat and takes both of their scotch glasses in hand.

“I’ll go get us some more,” he says, plastering his best attempt at a smile on his face as he starts heading for the kitchen. Dean’s footfalls are quickly behind him.

“Cas,” he calls out, and Cas tries his best to steel himself against the ache in his chest as he continues walking.

Being human sucks sometimes. He used to be able to flip on a proverbial robotic switch whenever he needed to avoid feeling, to avoid emotion, because angels were soldiers first and foremost. And because emotions were always the doorway to doubt, it was important to be able to turn them off in order to preserve the objective of the mission at hand.

Now though, after Jack pulled him out of the Empty, grace left behind, he’s finding it exceedingly more difficult to hide behind a mask. Especially now that his built-in armor is gone.

He feels everything so much more intensely now. And he hates it, particularly in moments like these. Because he doesn’t want to feel insecure, he doesn’t want Dean to feel guilty, he doesn’t want to rock the boat.

When he steps down into the kitchen, he notices how Dean’s footsteps don’t follow his over the threshold. He puts both glasses down on the counter as he reaches for the bottle of Macallan 12 in the cupboard. He unscrews the cap and begins pouring.

“Don’t do that.”

It’s a small, quiet thing. Cas’s hand stills over the rim of the second glass before he glances over his shoulder at Dean.

“You don’t want any?” He tries going for nonchalance. But he can tell with the weight of Dean’s footfalls that it doesn’t work. He rotates on his heel to face the man as he approaches.

“Not the scotch, Cas,” Dean says, low and quiet. He steps down gingerly into the kitchen then, wincing slightly before stopping at the opposite end of the island. His green eyes bore holes into Cas’s, and it feels like he’s staring into his soul.

Maybe he is.

Cas can’t help the worry that cloaks him as he watches Dean move. Can’t help the guilt he feels at not being able to help. He drops his shoulders then as he turns around, pouring the amber liquid into the second glass before capping the bottle and placing it back on the shelf. He feels rooted to the counter, and so he sips his scotch in an elongated pull. Avoiding.

“Look at me,” comes the soft plea. He hates how sad Dean’s voice sounds; how guilty and rough and burdened.

Cas inhales deeply, and turns to place Dean’s glass in front of him on the island. He can’t help but map the freckles dusted across his cheeks.

Whatever Dean sees in Cas’s eyes must be distressing, because he’s looking at him with such pity and sympathy and Cas feels shame creeping up his neck. He looks down at the fabric of his navy blue t-shirt, picking at an invisible piece of lint by way of distracting himself from Dean’s stare. But then he hears soft footsteps before he sees Dean’s feet approaching into his space.

Cas lifts his chin and tries a fake smile again, reaching to take a sip from his glass. He hums softly as the hints of vanilla, butterscotch, and an array of berries flow down his throat.

“It really is astonishing how they’re able to combine so many different flavors in this,” he tries. Because he really is fine. It was almost a year ago, and there’s no use rehashing something that’s already been dealt with. It’s stupid that it still feels like a sharp ache in his chest — because Dean’s already apologized, so it really shouldn’t matter anymore, right? — and so Cas is trying his hardest to brush it off.

But then Dean’s reaching to take his glass out of his hand and placing it on the counter before his hand encircles Cas’s wrist. His eyes shoot up to meet emerald green, and he feels paralyzed, because lying to Dean has never been easy.

“Don’t,” Dean says again. “Don’t do the whole brave-face thing. Not with me.”

Cas shakes his head. “I’m not,” he says with a scoff, more on instinct than anything else. But then Dean’s setting his jaw, eyes piercing, and Cas relents. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve already apologized. It was a long time ago, Dean.”

“It does matter,” Dean grits out through clenched teeth. “The fact that I hurt you...matters. You ain’t a machine, Cas.”

Dean takes a labored breath, taking his free hand to rest it against his chest.

“...it kills me that I ever even said ‘em,” he says, green eyes pleading into blue. “You gotta know that.”

Cas shakes his head, lifting his gaze to the ceiling. His eyes begin to burn, and he sets his jaw as he closes his eyes. He refuses to let Dean see him cry—because he still feels like it’s his job to protect him, grace or no— so he turns his back to Dean to grab his tumbler of scotch and knocks it back.

The smooth burn on his tongue settles into his stomach, and it grounds him, allowing him to bite back the tears that threaten to fall. He braces himself against the counter, and Dean’s hand falls from Cas’s wrist to his side.

“You weren’t wrong,” Cas murmurs in the stillness. “I made some really poor choices over the years that put you and your family in jeopardy.”

He keeps his voice eerily steady and even, sighing heavily as he lifts his chin to look at the ceiling again. “I didn’t blame you then, and I don’t blame you now. It wasn’t like I didn’t deserve it.”

Dean’s hand grips his shoulder and he spins Cas around to face him.

“You didn’t. God—” he says, green eyes ablaze with ferocity. And Cas wants to argue, but then Dean is pulling him towards his chest.

Cas goes rigid and tries to push back against the force of Dean’s embrace. “Dean, your back—”

“Is fine,” Dean bites out and forcefully yanks Cas into him. “Come here.”

Cas’s eyes flutter shut involuntarily as his chest crashes against Dean’s, and he lets his arms encircle Dean’s waist gently, mindful of the still tender wound in the middle of his back. He chokes back a whimper as Dean’s arms envelope him, one hand resting between his shoulders and the other cupping the back of his head.

“I’m so sorry,” Dean whispers against the shell of Cas’s ear, voice thick and gruff. The warm caress of Dean’s breath chases goosebumps across Cas’s skin. “God, I’m so sorry.”

“I know,” Cas murmurs gently against the line of Dean’s jaw, rubbing circles near the small of his back. “It’s okay.”

Dean’s breath saunters, and Cas can feel a warm wetness trickle down the slope of his neck, seeping into his shirt.

He wishes he could meld Dean into him then, just to envelope him completely, to shield him from everything that could hurt him the way he once could.

But Cas is human; and all he can do now is hold Dean.

So he does.

He buries his nose further into the crook of Dean’s neck and breathes deeply, relishing the scent of his shampoo, scotch, and simply the essence of Dean Winchester.

God, how he loves him.

“I forgive you,” Cas whispers around the tears clinging stubbornly to his throat. He lets one lone tear slip down his cheek as Dean’s fingers curl into Cas’s hair.

He feels the stifled sob before he hears it, and he pulls back gently to search Dean’s eyes as they spill over freckled cheeks.

Cas reaches to cup Dean’s face before resting their foreheads together. “I forgive you.” He drops one hand from Dean’s face to place it over his heart, feeling it thrum beneath his fingertips. “Please try to forgive yourself.”

Dean screws his eyes shut as he clenches his jaw, and Cas knows he wants to protest, wants to berate himself and scoff at the idea of self-compassion. So he lifts his chin to press his lips to Dean’s forehead, letting the kiss linger for only a moment.

He swears Dean leans into it.

“Let me check you,” Cas says quietly, reaching to place his hands gently at Dean’s sides and urging him to turn around.

“‘s fine, Cas,” Dean says, but lets himself be moved so that he’s bracing against the island. Cas reaches for the hem of Dean’s black tee, lifting it up midway to inspect the once-gaping wound in the center of his back.

It’s mostly healed by now; Jack had gotten Dean through the worst of it, but Cas’s stomach churns at how close it could have came to a different outcome entirely.

So he sees to it to check the wound every day, tracking the progress of its healing and closely monitoring Dean’s recovery. The pink, puckered skin is still raised slightly, promising a gruesome scar in the future. But it’s nearly fully closed up, and there’s no sign of infection.

Cas lets his thumb trace a large circle around the wound, and Dean shudders at the soft touch.

“It’s healing well,” Cas confirms. He removes his hands and lets Dean’s shirt fall back down, smoothing the fabric down his ribs. “How does it feel?”

Dean turns in his arms, and Cas starts to step back when Dean’s hands fall to his hips, anchoring him there.

He gets lost in those beautiful forest greens.

“It’s okay,” Dean murmurs. “It just pulls sometimes. Kind of catches when I move too quick.”

Cas nods, and feeling emboldened, reaches to flatten his palms against the planes of Dean’s chest.

He takes a heavy breath, eyes downcast with guilt. “I’m sorry I can’t heal the rest of it.”

He feels Dean shake his head as a finger curls underneath his chin, lifting it to meet their eyes again. Cas’s chest aches when Dean’s palm cups his cheek, grazing the stubble.

“You’re back,” he whispers gravelly. “‘s all that matters.”

Cas nods, and his heart begins to hammer under Dean’s locked gaze. He feels like he should step back in the interest of personal space, but then Dean’s eyes are flicking between his, to his lips, and back again.

Cas freezes as his breathing quickens, and then Dean is slowly leaning in to brush his lips against Cas’s own.

The world stops.

Cas reaches up Dean’s sides to cling to his shoulder blades, and he lets himself fall pliant when Dean presses him against the counter. Dean’s tongue is a butterfly caress against Cas’s mouth, and he opens to let him inside.

It’s a gentle, smoldering thing; not urgent or frenzied, neither panicked nor rushed. Something heavy and ethereal blooms behind Castiel’s ribs and spreads through his limbs, leaving sparks and tingles in its wake. He lets himself sink against the counter, and welcomes all of Dean’s weight as he presses into him.

It feels like grace.

Cas reaches up further, one hand cupping the rough stubble of Dean’s cheek, the other carding through sandy-brown strands of hair that have grown slightly longer in the midst of his recovery.

Cas tries to stifle a whimper as Dean’s tongue flicks languidly against his own, mapping the peaks and valleys of his mouth. His heart aches, aches, because he never thought — ever — that he’d be lucky enough to feel this. To have this.

Tears slip out from behind closed eyes, trailing down his cheeks. The cool air of the bunker chills the warm rivulets on his face.

Dean shifts minutely, dipping his chin slightly to move away for air; but not before he sucks Cas’s bottom lip between his own, gently nipping with his teeth. Claiming.

Ragged breaths fill the kitchen as they both heave for air. Foreheads rest together as Cas drops the hand from Dean’s hair to rest it over his heart.

It’s pounding just as hard as his.

“I love you too,” Dean chokes out around a muffled cry as one hand frames Cas’s jaw, the other falling to grasp against his ribs, fisting into his shirt.

Cas’s legs nearly give out then. He pulls Dean into his chest, cupping the back of his head to bury Dean’s face into his neck. Dean’s arms wrap around him like a vice, and he sobs quietly into his skin.

Castiel kisses Dean’s temple, lips ghosting the shell of his ear. “I love you so much.”

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