i think this is what our babies will look like

“I wasn’t sure … I didn’t know what I was until about 1952 or ‘53. I knew that I loved very much my roommate at college, where I had had my first lesbian experience. But it wasn’t until I was a camp counselor in West Virginia that I had the experience that gave me some notion of what my life was about to be all about. I was sitting on a hill … and I was reading a letter from my roommate, the lover of my life, the very first lesbian relationship that I’d ever had. Her parents had taken her off to Scandinavia because they had found out the nature of our relationship. She had written me a goodbye letter, and I was sitting there on Vesper Hill, looking out over the beautiful Greenbrier River, crying like a baby, because I didn’t think there was anybody else in the world like me. I had never heard the word ‘lesbian.’ I had never dreamed that there was anybody else who had any kind of orientation like I did or who loved the way that I did … Suddenly a shadow fell across the paper, and I looked up, hiding the letter, into the face of the camp bugler, a rather butch-looking woman that I had had some questions about. She was standing up there and she was toking on her cigarette … and then she sort of squatted down beside me. And here we were, the two of us, sitting there looking out over the beautiful Greenbrier River. And then she puts her hand on my shoulder, she takes another toke off of the cigarette, and she blows it off and she says, ‘We are growing in numbers every day.’”

Sally Miller Gearhart, in Last Call at Maud’s (1993).

Suga Daddy: Part 6

Suga Daddy: Part Six

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 6.5k

Genre: smut, angst


I was going to post this later but what the hellThis is in Yoongi’s pov, there will be more in his pov but I figured this needed to be done since I had some people freaking out over the last chapter. Thank you to anyone who has supported this story, it means the world to me. Anyway, hope you enjoy! (Also if you messaged me about how to make a masterlist, I forgot your username, i’m sorry! Message me again for the link it you still want it.)

Parts: one | two | three | four | five


Yoongi got to work and walked through the double glass front doors. The secretary, Gina, spoke to him. “Oh, Mr. Min, your friend Mr. Park is in your office to see you.”

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Morning Pleasure*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Reader wants to eat the breakfast Chris has cooked for her, but he has other plans. Blame your too sexy denim shorts!
Words Count: 1.7k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warning: Long detailed oral sex (female receiving).

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Freshly out of your morning shower, you finished adding the last touches to your light makeup after you had gotten dressed in your favorite denim shorts and a white cotton blouse.

Walking in the kitchen, you followed the smell of the pancakes and fresh fruits that Chris had cooked, accompanied by the exotic effluvia of hot coffee. You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend too busy to notice your presence as his back was turned to you, humming the slow melody of a song you both loved.

You walked up to him and folded your arms around his broad chest, wrapped by his Henley shirt, planting a longing and loving kiss at the back of his neck as he smiled widely.

“Hmm, what did I do so special for you to cook this morning?” You murmured.

“You came into my life,” Chris accompanied your mocking laugh and you moved your body to rest against the counter, standing next to him.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about our trip to Boston next week and…” you trailed off, noticing Chris’ baby blue gaze remaining locked on your frame. “What, you don’t like the outfit?“ You interrogated, checking out, yet he didn’t answer and kept looking at you.

His gaze was so ardent that you almost forgot how to breathe properly. Every time your man laid his eyes on you with such fierce, you felt the desire rising inside.

“Chris?”

Your boyfriend eventually looked up at your blown eyes, licking his full lips and you could see his pupils dilating slowly as he drank in the view from his orbs like he had been in the desert for long days of a burning hot summer.

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is there a future to us ?
  • “hey… where do you see us in five years?”
  • “i would love to meet your parents… “
  • “ would it — be okay to ask if i could… meet your parents?”
  • “do you think your parents will like me?”
  • “you know… when i look at you i see the person i wanna marry.”
  • “you’d look great in a wedding ring… ”
  • “come on… your eyes, my smile — don’t you think our baby would be beautiful?”
  • “where do you… stand on kids?”
  • “how many kids do you think we’ll have?”
  • “i’ve always wanted a girl/boy… what about you?”
  • “oh god no — my friends will be the end of you!”
  • “ i think you’re gonna love my friends. ”
  • “ so, my mom’s a bit of a hardass… she might not — you know… ”
  • “ my dad is the sweetest in the world… and i think he’ll love you”
  • “ no trust me… you don’t wanna meet my family — “
  • “ oh, uhm… i might not – have… told my family… that i’m seeing someone”
  • “ do we really have to make it — official ?”
  • “ i’m not sure if i’m ready for the next step… ”
  • “ where would you want to get married ?”
  • “ i know that… you want to do it in a church but… i’m not so sure —”
  • “ i have this dream… with you… that we have a large house and kids… “
  • “ kids ? isn’t that a bit — early ?”
  • “ maybe not now… but – someday ~”
  • “ i… want to introduce you to my parents. ”
I’m Dedicating Every Day to You

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Part One | Part Two

Hamwriters write-a-thon day five

Note: This is a sequel to Don’t Drop Him! Because you guys seemed to like that one a lot, plus I wanted to write Daveed as a dad. Also the baby’s name is from the book Sula by Toni Morrison, mainly because Daveed loves that book and I couldn’t figure out a name. 

Warning: swearing, water breaking (do i have to warn you about that?) 

Word Count:1,115

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @iamgrayfox @rottwat @gonnamurderyou @hambamthankyouman @aham-threw-his-shot-away

Originally posted by daveeddiggsit

“Daveed!” Daveed hears Y/N yelling from the couch but he doesn’t move straight away, for the last couple weeks of her pregnancy she’s been calling for him every few minutes to grab something for her that at this point he know’s it won’t be something urgent. “Daveed Diggs get your ass in here!” She yells.

With a frown he quickly gets up from his desk and rushes out to the living room where Y/N is standing, with a pool of water on the floor between her feet.

“Babe wha- oh shit” he says, his eyes wide as he realises what’s happened. Y/N’s water has broken.

Fuck, fuck, fuck what the hell do I do? She’s a week early, He thinks to himself as he continues to stare at her.

“You gonna stand there all day or are you going to take me to the hospital?” she asks.

Daveed snaps into action, grabbing his keys, wallet and phone from the bench before coming over to take Y/N by the wrm and lead her towards the door.

“Why do you look so terrified, you’re not the one that is about to give birth” She points out as Daveed leads her to the elevator of their building.

“I am not delivering our child on in the elevator Y/N” He says, his fingers drumming against his leg as they wait for the elevator to reach the ground floor. 

“You’re not delivering this baby period” she says. 

“Agreed” he mutters. 

The elevator doors finally open and Daveed helps Y/N rush towards the car. 

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Masterlist


Jin

You got ready for a dinner with the other boys. When you walked out you couldnt see Jin anywhere. But he saw you. 

“Do you think I’m letting you go looking like this?”

“What? Your not my daddy and you’re not in the position to tell what I have to wear.”

“We’ll see….”

(I wanted to make Jin eomma, but it turned into Jin!daddy…help me. and I don’t know about the second gif…it just happened)

Originally posted by eatjin

Originally posted by bighigh


Yoongi

You tried to impress him. It was something like your life goal to get Min Yoongi to lose his swag. But when you slowly walked into the living room you got, once again, disappointed. He barely looked at you before he closed is eyes again.

“Heyy, stop ignoring me..I bought it to impress you and you don’t even looked at my dress.”

“Don’t think I’ll take care of you when you get sick.”

swag level yoongi

Originally posted by jenorise


Namjoon

It was your anniversary, so the both of you wanted to go to a fancy restaurant. Since it was a special day, you decided to wear this one dress which you bought but never wore again. And there was a reason for it. When you stepped out of the bathroom, you bumped into Namjoon, who glanced on other body parts than your face.

“I think we need to cancel our reservation baby…” 

Originally posted by nnochu


Hoseok

You were about to meet your old school friends at a restaurant. Hoseok was about to leave to, but his activity included less fun and more work. When he came into the bedroom, he directly walked to you and hugged you, before he started to complain about your outfit in a playful way.

“Jagii, you never dress like this for me.”

Originally posted by frostbittensuga


Jimin

You dressed yourself for an formal meeting with your colleagues, when Jimin entered the room, exhausted from rehearsal. When he noticed you, his jaw dropped. He blushed and bowed his head.

“What? Do I look so bad?”

“N-No jagi, you’re always stunning.”

Originally posted by jmins


Taehyung

You weren’ used to wear tight and sexy clothes, but you and Tae were invited to a fancy dinner and you obviously couldn’t wear sweatpants. When you dressed up you walked to Tae since he must close the zipper on the back of your dress. You felt his cold fingers on your skin and shivered. when you turned around he observed you with a blank face before he started to smile.

“Don’t make me jealous jagi.”

Originally posted by gotjimin


Jungkook

You got ready for a girls night. Jungkook sat on the couch and played some video games and you knew that he would call Taehyung once you’re out of the door. You watched yourself in the mirror one last time before you made your way into the livingroom. Since he concetrated on the screen, he first didn’t noticed you. You walked towards him to give him a last kiss and he finally looked at you. And the game he was about to lose was his smallest problem.

(I don’t mean it in a dirty way…why is everything so ambiguous)

*Jungshook*

Originally posted by liveforeverneversaynever

mi

Being pregnant with Chris Evans' baby:

Originally posted by chrisevanshh

Some parts of the pregnancy are slightly exaggerated to give more humor.

• It’s no secret, Chris has said many times he wants to be a dad and he’s looking forward to it. So, when you stand in the bathroom with the positive tests in hands, you really aren’t stressed about telling him. You’re quite excited to see his face because you love kids too.
• When you tell him you’re pregnant, he looks at you with wide eyes because he has no idea how to react: he’s probably thinking of how much he wants to kiss you for the rest of his life or asking you to marry him all over again, or even make another baby right now!
• Though, it’s not long before he reacts when he sees the five pregnancy tests. He laughs so happily as he spoons you in his arms that you can’t help but giggle and he keeps telling you he loves you so much.
• He can’t even stop kissing you or your tummy.
• The first days after the announcement, he keeps giggling with you and asks himself if it’s a dream or not. He also tries not to freak out and get nervous.
• Your families are overly happy to hear the news.
• His mother cries at this moment because her baby boy will have his own baby.
• Chris worries about his ability to be a good father, but you kiss his insecurities away and tell him he is a great father already because he wants to be a dad for so long and that’s also something he gotta learn with time and with you.
• He takes care of you all day. Every day.
• You can wake him up at 2 in the morning to eat your favorite meal.
• You both eat Starbust’s jelly beans right after.
• Chris plans your baby’s first trip to Disney World secretly. He buys everything he needs to make sure they will love everything related to Disney!
• He is unsurprisingly protective.
• Chris grins like an idiot for hours whenever he hears the heartbeat of your baby and when he feels their very first kicks.
• - “Stop carrying me everywhere, Chris. I can walk. I’m pregnant, not sick.”
  - “I know, but I don’t want you to take a risk.”
• Chris is here for you every step of the way and assures you he loves this baby and you more than anything else.
• He realizes that marrying was the best choice he made you when your hormones are going wild.
• One day, you catch him purchasing some Patriots baby gift sets and clothing. You basically have to stop him before he can buy everything related to his favorite team in the NFL store.
• He’s still currently trying to find a Tom Brady bodysuit with “Baby Evans” flocked at the back.
• You call your mother every time something new happens during your pregnancy and when she says everything is fine, Chris calls Lisa to double check.
  - “Did you seriously call your mum?”
  - “Sweetheart, it’s just to be sure.”
• Chris smiles every time you say you look too big, but he thinks you are gorgeous as ever with this baby bump. Because you carry life, so nothing is more beautiful.
  - “Chris, why are you even staying with me? I look like a potato.”
  - “You are perfect and this the most beautiful moment of our lives. It’s our baby inside.”
  - “Okay, I trust you this time. But only because you’ve also gained weight.”
  - “That’s my gi… Wait, what?!”
• Chris sings Disney songs every night to your baby before sleeping. Let’s be honest, he does this all the time.
• He wants to have a boy first just to teach him how to prank you in the future.

Bonus:
• He is in-between a mix of stress and joy when you go into labor. He’s there for you, though.
• You almost crush the bones of his hand when you push.
  - “Never again! I will never let you touch me ever again, Evans! Heard me?!”
  - “Don’t exaggerate, it’s- OUCH!”
  - “Please, Mrs. Evans, stop threatening your husband. You have to push!”
• Chris cries and smiles when he holds your baby for the first time.


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Lazy Day

Jeff Hardy/OC- The reader doesn’t want to get out of bed and tries to persuade Jeff to stay with her. She thinks she did a good job.

Warnings: other than smut, theres no warnings. Like nothing kinky which is a little sad.

@ittybittywriter @the-geekgoddes @vebner37 @alexahood21 @alexispoo @kinkymaminicole @crowleysqueenofhell @ambrosegirlforever


“BABY.” I heard Jeff yelling at me from the kitchen. I rolled over on our bed to get to his side. I huffed at the coldness of it and closed my eyes. “BABY.” Jeff yelled again when I didn’t answer him.

“What?” I yelled back at him with a high pitch whine. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 9:15 and groaned. I closed my eyes to try to fall back to sleep needing just a few more hours to not be grumpy. I heard light footsteps and opened my eyes to see Jeff leaning against the door frame smiling at me, “So early.” I mumbled as Jeff slowly walked towards the bed.

“I would get back in bed but you’re on my side.” Jeff said as he bent down and kissed my forehead.

I glared up at Jeff and rolled my eyes. Jeff chuckled and pushed my hips to make me roll onto my back, “No I don’t want to move.” I threw my arms down on the bed trying to take up all the room. Jeff kneeled onto the bed putting his arms under me and pushed me onto my side, “Nooooo.” I dragged out the o’s as Jeff pulled the covers off of me and wrapped himself in them before flopping down on the bed next to me.

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Fake Chats #121
  • Seokjin: what are you doing?
  • Hoseok: shh! You'll give us away!
  • Seokjin: *whispers* what are you doing?
  • Yoongi: watching the kids be...kids.
  • Namjoon: look, we've got Jimin who dotes on Jungkook who dotes on Taehyung who dotes on Jimin. And then it goes back the other way. And then there's tickling, and confetti everywhere, and then they're tired and cuddle in a heap.
  • Seokjin: so basically, our children are puppies.
  • Yoongi: basically.
  • Hoseok: more specifically, though, Tae is a kitten, Kookie is a bunny and Jiminnie is a koala.
  • Seokjin: you're kind of a puppy, too.
  • Namjoon: that's true. What about me?
  • Yoongi: you're like a baby bird learning how to fly.
  • Hoseok: that makes Jin-hyung the mama bird. And Yoongi-hyung is a hedgehog, of course.
  • Yoongi: why of course?
  • Hoseok: 'cause you're prickly but cute.
  • Namjoon: why am I a baby bird?
  • Seokjin: wait, look! They're asleep! My adorable babies.
  • Hoseok: is anybody else thinking what I'm thinking?
  • Namjoon: that I'm not a baby bird?
  • Yoongi and Seokjin: cuddling.
  • Later, the maknaes: our hyungs are so cute.
22 Times Harry Styles Was a Little Shit

In honor of his 22nd birthday and also in honor of possibly the greatest Little Shit moment (aka The Tweet to end all Tweets “feeling 22″TM) of his life.

There are literally hundreds of moments to chose from, but here are moments where Harry Styles was a little shit to those around him. I feel personally attacked,

22) Poor Gemma is the long suffering victim of much of Harry’s Little Shit-ery

21) After he added the echo of “done done” to Stockholm Syndrome and made this face because he knew everyone’s reproductive bits just burst into flames.

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Wynonna Earp Season 2 Trailer Shot-By-Shot

Ok Earpers. That Season 2 trailer was RIDICULOUS and AMAZING and just jam-packed with good stuff.  I dunno about you, but even after several (more than 18, less than 20) viewings, I still couldn’t catch everything.  Sooooo I decided to grab screenshots and put them together for ya’ll!  Feast your eyes, my friends, feast your eyes.

Some of this trailer includes stuff from Season 1 but this is definitely S2- looks like the same space we either see right away next or later in the trailer (v. cool lighting, spiderweb-y stuff on the walls?).  Could be Wynonna holding the person (is that a holster on their hip?) or it could be a rescue and the person kneeling is on Team Earp.  Also, is it me or does Waverly’s body language suggest she’s holding a gun? (I’m thinking big-ass shotgun. Anyone else?)

Scary (awesome) Wynonna: “We’re on the fury road express baby girl and there aren’t enough flaming guitars and gassy generals to bring us down.”

Waverly Approves.

1. Their faces.

2. SO excited to see what they’re running from.

Anyone else pumped to see different pairings of our favs teaming up?

I think this is S2? I think I would remember that scarf. Either way, I’m always here for more dramatic shots of Wynonna wielding Peacemaker.

Ok suuuuuper blurry but that looks to be Wynonna hitting/striking Dolls. Also, same blue shirt from later when he’s beasting out…?

Season 1 shot.

Badass Earp sisters. (Also v. slimey. Creature goo?)

Wynonna twirling Peacemaker all casual-like.  Revenant or just some poor sap she’s intimidating at the end of the hall?

Aw. Who’s she smiling at like this?

“Wynonna’s not a flowers and chocolate kinda girl.” 

Wynonna mid-punch.  See what I mean about the cool tones and spider-web stuff? Same location I think.

Agency Lady is back and as terrible as ever.

(sorry I’ve got that control bar in some of these pics. oops.)

Preeeetty sure that’s Dolls she just threw through a banister. Tons of property damage in this scene and I’m hoping it’s not the Homestead!

More Wynonna punching people. Dunno who this is.

Season 1 dance scene. #classic

As yet unidentified woman fighting with Wynonna in what appears to be a hotel room.

You didn’t like this lamp, right?

“You have amazing taste in underwear.” Love this. Emily Andras, giving us top-notch dialogue again.

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Bts Reaction to Their S/o Having Bad Anxiety!

Mummy Seokjin would strike again with his protective caring nature, making sure to be prepared to help you if you ever started to feel anxious. He would be the type to help you breath by counting with you.

“It is going to be fine y/n. Just breathe with me okay? I promise you will start to feel better soon if you just breathe”

“In 1,2,3…

Originally posted by yoongichii


Yoongi would be surprisingly calm while comforting you; he would hold you close, stroking your arm in a rhythm so you can try and breathe to it. he would whisper in your ear some calming lyrics from Bts songs to keep your mind off of it.

“Passing by the end of a cold winter, until the spring day comes again. Until flowers bloom, please stay at that place for a bit longer, please stay there.”

Originally posted by jeonbase


Hoseok would panic every time he had to help you; he would be good at it but cry every time. He would hold your cheeks in the palms of his hands, stroking your temples with his fingertips and making you stare straight into his eyes.

“Just focus on me y/n. You will get through this, we will get through this. You have me and I will always help you.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Research. Namjoon would do a bunch of research on ways of how to calm you down so he would be calm and collected. He would sit you on his lap face to face and us all of the techniques that he saw online, breath tracking, distractions, safe place. He would be really helpful.

“Baby, think of your safe place. Our room at home, cuddled in all the blankets watching dramas and cuddling.”

Originally posted by daeguboy


Poor Jimin would panic and not know what to do at all. He wouldn’t cry like he felt like doing because he wanted to be strong for you so he would just hug you close, stroking your head and whispering how much he loved you into your hair because he didn’t know what else to do.

“How do you still look so beautiful when you cry? I love you so much.”

“You’re strong and you’ll get through this.”

Originally posted by harunyany


Taehyung would suddenly become super serious when he realised you were getting anxious. He would try to distract you by humming and talking about your future together once you’re married and how you will live happily ever after while holding you close but leaving you an appropriate amount of space.

“And we’ll have a dog… maybe 4, one for each kid? it would be so cute, don’t you think so y/n?”

Originally posted by averageoppa


When Jungkook would get a little anxious or upset because of work you would hold him into your chest while he cried and sing to him quietly, even though you didn’t have the best voice it would make him feel better. That was why when he saw you that was the first thing he thought he could do to help you.

“If only I had just one day, I want to peacefully fall asleep intoxicated with your sweet scent”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby


A request from an anon! I hope you like it :)

-Aylee <3

A new family member (Rami Malek x Reader)

So, here we are again! Hope you like this new one shot! I must admit I have so much fun writing stories like this with our Rami! I think he’ll be a very good father and I can’t wait to see little baby Maleks! Feedbacks are welcomed and appreciated!!! <3 H, hope you like it, too! xoxo

Word count : 1,912



“I want a baby.” Rami said one night as we both made ourselves comfortable on the couch, him watching  “The late late show with James Corden “ while I was reading a magazine. As I heard what he said, I almost spit the hot cocoa I had taken a gulp of on the ground. My heart pounded against my chest heavily and I felt my hands become a little sweaty. I felt very surprised because he confronted me with something so unexpected. Especially in the situation he was now. His career had made a huge jump to success and every director wanted to work with him from now on. So how could he even have time for a baby?

 I made contact with his eyes, laying the magazine on the table in front of me. Rami looked at me expectantly, his face turned to seriousness in one second. I also could notice a little bit of insecurity in his beautiful green eyes, but I didn’t know what he was so afraid of.  “Can you tell me that again, baby?” I asked him, and moved closer to him to close the gap that was between us. I took his hands in mine and felt that they were trembling slightly. With I smile on my face, I tried to calm down the man who was also my husband for two years.

“I want to have a baby, (Y/N).” Rami repeated, avoiding my gaze as it was something to be ashamed of which of course was totally nonsense. I forced him to look at me in the eyes by lifting up his chin. “What changed your mind so rapidly, Rami?” I questioned. A few months ago, an interviewer asked if children were a part of his plans in the future but Rami turned it off by telling he wasn’t in a hurry. And I couldn’t blame him for saying that because I wanted him to concentrate on his job first.

I wanted to have kids, yes, I wanted to be a mother so bad. Only the thought of a baby who resembled Rami made tingles spreading in my whole  body. To carry his child was something to be proud of next to being his wife. My life already changed with entering Rami’s life but having our own baby would be a new adventure and I was sure of it.

Rami cleared his throat. “I know I said I wasn’t in a rush for children but… I think I’m ready for being a father. I mean, you remember the last week when we went to visit Sami and his wife?” I nodded with my head, not very sure what he was implying to. “I saw the sparkle in your eyes as you saw their daughter again and how you took care of her. I remember how you looked like when we returned back home, you tried to hide it but I saw the sadness in your eyes and the longing for our own children.”

I kept listening to him without any interruptions. I tried hard not to burst into tears and took a deep breath in. “After that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about you being pregnant with our own baby. How you would touch your belly only to assure yourself that our baby was still in there, how you would talk and sing to him or her, how we would set up its nursery and even go to buy baby supplies. I want it, I want all that now.” Rami looked at me with utter conviction, squeezing my hand lightly. “I want to experience morning sickness with you, I want to hold your hair back when you throw up into our toilet, I want to experience the joy and happiness in your eyes as you show me the positive pregnancy test, I’d love to see your baby bump growing every day, and hell I even want to experience you complaining about everything, back pain, headaches, no matter what. Please, let’s make a baby.”

The tears I tried to hold back in vain ran down my cheeks. A huge smile appeared on my face and leaned closer to his forehead. “What about your career?” I sniffled. “I mean, will you even have time to raise a child?”

“Don’t worry about that, (Y/N). I promise I’ll be there for you and for our baby. Nothing is more important to me than you and our family.”

“If that’s so, than I’m ready to try.” I breathed against his lips.

“Now?” Rami asked.

“Please.” I murmured before a captured my lips with his to a heated kiss. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried me to our bed room where tried to create a new life, made of passion and love.


***

“Shit, I can’t wait anymore!” I whined, waiting for a result of the pregnancy test. “Why is it taking so long?”

Jasmine, Rami’s sister and my best friend besides being my sister-in-law, was there to support me. I missed my period for a long time and was confronted with nausea every morning. I was suspicious about a pregnancy but I didn’t want to look forward to it too much. Maybe I was wrong and the pregnancy test was negative. Who knew?

“Patience, (Y/N). “ Jasmine said and stroked my arm soothingly. “A few more minutes and it’ll be done.” I closed my eyes and sighed. Patience was not one of my strengths and especially now I was going to freak out.

And then I heard the little sound that saved me. “Okay.” Jasmine said. “Are you ready to have a look?”

“I’m afraid to be honest. What if it’s negative?”

“You’ll only find out if you look at it.” Jasmine answered.

I nodded my head, taking the test between my fingers. I was so excited and nervous at the same time. And as finally took a look, my eyes were filled with tears abruptly.

“Positive.” I whispered and felt my sister-in-law’s arms welcoming me into an embrace.

“Congratulations, (Y/N)!” She called, her eyes filling with tears as well and she began to laugh in joy. “You’ll be a mother! And I’m going to be an aunt! God, I’m so proud of you!”

We stood there for a while, crying and laughing and making plans for the future.

“We need to tell the others.” Jasmine said. “What about a dinner?” I agreed and we called my parents and the Malek family to join us tonight and to celebrate the big news.


-Later-

In the evening, everybody was gathered at the dining table. “May I have your attention, please?” I questioned. Everybody was looking at me. “First of all, I want to thank you for coming tonight. This really means a lot to me even though nobody knows what’s going on.” I earned some laughter. I turned to my husband.

“Rami, I have something for you.” I said, handing him a little box that I decorated with a little baby shoes, the pregnancy test and a little card, labeled with “For daddy”.

A confused expression appeared on his face as he took the box out of my hand.

“What’s that for?” he asked, laughing insecurely. Everybody stared at him and the box, wondering what was in there. And finally, Rami opened the box and his body froze for a second, his eyes were wide open, also his jaw dropped open.

“What’s the matter, son?” His dad asked as he saw Rami losing the color in his face for a second.

“Positive.” Rami mumbled as a response. “The test… it’s positive.” Then he made eye contact with everyone. “I-I’m going to be a dad.” Everyone stood silent for a moment, speechless. I turned to my parents and I saw my mom crying and smiling at me.

“We’ll have a baby…” Rami rambled. “I’ll be a dad. We made a baby. Our baby. We… We’re going to be parents. “  He got up instantly from his seat and wrapped his arms around me. Right then, everyone cheered and applauded, sending their congratulations.

“We’re going to have a baby, aren’t we?” Rami asked me. I responded with a kiss. “Yes, we’re going to be parents.”

“I love so much you, (Y/N).”  He kissed me again.

“I love you so much more.”


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-Nine months later-


“Rami Said Malek! Tell your son he should stop kicking!” I whined. I was very close to my due date and the baby inside me had been more active than before. The closer we got the more I became nervous. I was afraid to be honest. I knew I was going to be confronted with lots of pain but it would be worth it. As soon as I held my baby in my hands, everything would be fine.

Rami joined me on the couch, wrapping his arms around my belly, stroking it. “Hey buddy!” He cooed. “Stop hurting mummy, please. She had a very hard day today.” I leaned my back against his chest, closing my eyes. I was very exhausted and tired and I was aware that I was facing more sleepless nights and exhaustion. Pregnancy was no fun. Nothing at all.

“Is it that what you have imagined?” I asked. I felt him nodding his head and resting his head on my shoulder.

“The last nine months have been the best I’ve ever had no matter how hard they were. They always will be special to me and I see more wonderful years ahead us. With you and me and our little one here.” He said, caressing my belly again. Suddenly, my baby kicked against me stomach, making his daddy smile. “I can’t wait to meet him.” He told me.

“I can’t wait to see him too.” I agreed.


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“Congratulations, you have a healthy, strong boy.” The doctor wished us as he handed my son over to me. Rami, who stood next to me, looked at the little infant with admiration and adoration in his eyes. Finally, our bundle of love was there!

“Hey, there.” I whispered to my baby. “Welcome to the world.” I earned a little yawn of my new born son and he wrapped his tiny little fingers around my pointer finger. I turned to Rami, whose eyes were red from crying and he gave me a kiss on my lips.

“I’m proud of you.” He whispered into my ear. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I said. “Here, hold him.” He took our son carefully out of my arms and kissed his soft cheeks.

“Hi baby, I’m your daddy. And I’m going to take very good care of you, I promise.”

I wanted to cry myself as I saw how my husband was interacting with our son. I thanked god for giving me the perfect soul mate for life and a wonderful little child.

“He has your eyes and your nose.” Rami claimed. I offered him a smile.

“He looks exactly like you. “ I said. Like his father, our son had little curls on his head. “He’s going to be handsome as his father.”

“I can’t wait to take him home.” Rami admitted. “I’m looking forward for our future, baby.” He came closer to me and sat down on my bed. “What do we call him?”

“David.” I answered. “Only if you’re okay with that.”

“David is fine with me.” He weighed our baby back and forth.

“David, you made our family complete.”

Had to Give You Away: Part 2B (Lin/Reader)

Summary:  Lin was the foundation on which you built your life, until he wasn’t anymore. The two of you decide to rebuild.

You can find the first part here.

You can find Part 2A here.

Note: This is the happy ending!

A huge thank you to @thatoneimaginesblog and @fragmentofmymind for reading this as it progressed.

Word Count: 3172

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Nine Months Or So

Pairing: Jensen x Reader 
Words: 779
Requested by @scxrchy:  Hi! If your requests are open, would you write a Jensen x wife!reader where they are at a convention, and reader is a returning character on the show, and the reader breaks the news to the fans that she won’t be able to be on the show for a bit p1/?P2/? Reader announces sure won’t be on the show for the next season unless the writers and producers come up with some weird stuff, and Jared asks how long she won’t be on the show, and that’s when the fans realize reader and Jensen are extracting a Child, and could it be super cute, and a little fluffy? I don’t know how else to word this, sorry p3/3 



          You were really excited to be at the large panel with the cast members of Supernatural. You couldn’t wait to get to talk with fans, tell stories, and answer questions. You loved these times.

           “Hey, Beautiful,” Jensen came up behind you, putting his arms around your waist as you waited to go on stage with everyone.

           You leaned back against him, “Hey, Handsome.”    

           “You ready to hang out with everyone?” he asked.

           “Always,” you nodded.

           “Come on, Ackles’,” Jared said, “It’s time to get out there.”

           You laughed, taking Jensen’s hand in yours. The two of you, along with Jared, Misha, and Mark.

           The audience was so excited to see all of you walk onto the stage and sit behind the table together. You couldn’t stop smiling as you looked out at everyone and how happy they were to see you and the guys.

           “Hey!” you all waved.

           “So, you guys look amazing,” Jensen said, looking out at everyone, “Thanks for coming out today.”

           “Who wants to start?” Jared asked, “Anyone have a question?”

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I await Shawn’s arrival and eventually my impatience got the best of me. An hour had passed with no word from him and I grew nervous. He never left the house for this long without telling me. I decided to call him to see what was going on. I dialed his number and waited for an answer.

“Hey baby, what’s up?” Shawn’s chirpy voice finally answered after ringing four times. I could hear the faint strumming of a guitar in the background. I figured he was probably at the studio after hearing the guitar, but was still curious anyways.

“Where are you?” I asked, a little worried.

“Oh, shit. I forgot to tell you. I wrote a song and I wanted to come to the studio to record it as soon as I wrote it. I’m so sorry.” He apologized.

“It’s alright, I was just worried.”

“How was your doctor’s appointment?” Shawn asked me. His interest in everything I did was something else I loved about Shawn. Even if it was just a simple doctor’s appointment, Shawn wanted to know how it was. Except this appointment wasn’t a simple or a normal one, but Shawn didn’t know otherwise.

“It was good, I’ll tell you more when you get home.” I promised. We continued talking about our day so far. Shawn was finally on his way home by the end of our phone call. I was getting so excited about telling him and then I realized I hadn’t even thought out how I was going to do it.

Do I just tell him, blurt it out? ‘Hey love, we’re having a baby!’ Or do I need to do something extremely sweet and surprise him? 'You know, Father’s Day is coming up, I think we should go out and celebrate.’ Shawn would probably say, 'Why would we celebrate Father’s Day?’ And I would respond with ‘Because you’re going to be a father.’ No, that’s too cheesy. But what do I need to do?

By the time I heard Shawn pull up, I had decided how I was going to tell him. I took in a long, deep breath and prepared myself. I wasn’t sure what exactly I was preparing myself for. Shawn would be excited no matter how I broke the news to him. There was no way I could screw this up. Shawn walked in the door looking stressed and I knew that would cause my plan to work even better. He gently set his guitar down in the foyer then walked to the kitchen. He sighed softly while running his fingers through his thick, curly hair. He really needed a haircut. The long hair wasn’t much of a dad look.

“What’s wrong?” I asked when he sat down on one of the stools.

“When I got to the studio the song didn’t sound as good as I thought it did so we had to do some tweaking. Nothing major.” He admitted. I looked at him from across the kitchen while he clenched his jaw and looked down at the marble counter top. He looked exhausted from his day’s work. He said he had left right after I did and he just now got home. He spent a whopping six hours working on a song and recording it.

“Want a drink?” I said. His answer was yes so I started pouring him a drink. I walked towards Shawn with his drink in my hand and not one for myself, for obvious reasons. I sat it down in front of Shawn and rubbed his back lovingly. I felt every ridge of his muscular back and in my mind, admired it.

“Are you not going to drink anything? Not even some wine?” Shawn asked. I shook my head while scrunching my nose up out of disgust. He probably thought I was sick, I rarely ever turn down wine.

“I can’t.” I told him. I waited for him to catch on and could barely hide a smile that was forming on my lips.

“What do you mean you can’t? Don’t you mean you don’t want to?”

“No, I can’t drink.” I told him once again. The fact that he was tired was probably why he hadn’t figured it out yet. I wanted to just blurt it out. ‘I’m pregnant, you idiot! Why haven’t you caught on yet?’

“Why not?” He now looked confused and had his hand resting on my waist, rubbing slowly. Shawn rubbing my hips and my waist would be something that was rare once he I told him the news. He would always be caressing my stomach from now on and I was sure of it. I pecked his lips quickly a few times, tasting the faint, undeniable flavor of liquor. I prepared myself to tell Shawn the best news I would ever tell him. I smiled while inhaling then exhaling deeply.

“I’m pregnant.” I breathed out against his lips. I closed my eyes and waited for his reaction while my forehead rested against Shawn’s. I waited for Shawn to smile, to hug me just a little too tight, and kiss me.

“You’re pregnant? You’re really pregnant?” Shawn inquired, looking happier than a child on Christmas morning. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me in a hug.

“I’m really pregnant, Shawn.” I told him. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me sweetly. His lips pressed against mine over and over again. During multiple kisses, our teeth hit one another’s because we couldn’t control the smile we were both wearing.

“I love you.” Shawn kept repeating in between kisses. After pulling away from my lips, he lowered himself down and knelt in front of me. “And I love you just as much.” He said while kissing my stomach softly just once.

“I love you too.” I spoke. This was really happening. Shawn and I were finally having a baby after so many years of wanting one. We were finally starting a family.


“So what about names?” Shawn asked excitedly while we were laying in bed later that night. I chuckled lightly and rolled over to face Shawn. His arm was slung over my waist as soon as I was facing him.

“Babe, we don’t even know the gender yet. Don’t you think it’s a little too early for names?” I stroked his cheek with my thumb while staring into his huge caramel colored eyes, a trait I hoped our baby would inherit. To be quite honest, I hoped our baby looked just like Shawn. A mini Shawn would be the most adorable child on earth.

“It’s never too early for names.” Shawn scoffed jokingly. “If it’s a girl, I like Addison. Addison Mendes.”

“I like Addison too.” I agreed. Shawn already seemed more creative with names than I was. We would probably change our mind on names dozens of times though.

“And we could call her Addie for short.” Shawn smiled and I smiled too. We were both so exuberantly happy about being parents.

“What about for a boy?” I asked. Shawn thought hard about it.

“I like Oliver, and we could call him Ollie?” Shawn said. Shawn and I both looked at each other for a moment before making facial expressions that showed we didn’t like it. “Okay, babe.” Shawn laughed while kissing my forehead.

“When is your first doctor’s appointment?” Shawn asked. I told him the time of the appointment I had scheduled earlier today. “I’ll be there.”

“But won’t you have a show? Or a photoshoot, something?” I wondered.

“I do, but you and our baby are more important.” The baby was only the size of a little bean and Shawn was already an amazing father. I absolutely could not wait to raise this child with him.

The Couch It Is // 1:21 AM

Pairing: Reader x Tom

Featuring: Tom Holland

Warnings: arachnophobia

Prompt: there’s one spider and two people. Who will be the first to die? (Fluff)

~requested~


The lights shot off, Tom came into bed beside you. His warmth enveloped you as he drew you close to him. Completely safe and content in his arms, you started to drift into sleep. The day before had been crazy busy, and being able to crawl into bed next to Tom made everything worth it.

You could hear the rain pattering against the window outside, when you felt it. It was like a tickle at first, but then it felt like a single finger trailer up your arm. But, it was something far worse. You screamed, jumping out of the bed. Hitting Tom in the face by accident, you stumbled to the floor, the duvet going over with you.

“(F/N)?” Tom’s groggy voice said from the top of the duvet-less bed. “What’re you doing? Are you alright?” He poked his head over the edge of the bed to look at you. Your eyes wide in fear.

Untangling yourself from the duvet, you got to your feet. “There was something,” you breathed frantically pointing at random things in the room. Tom raised his eyebrow in concern. He climbed out of the bed to stand in front of you.

“Did you smack your head or somethin’ babe?” His adoring accent filled your ears. But your mind was set on whatever was crawling on you.

“It was on me,” your voice wavering. “I don’t know what it was.” Tom sighed, dropping his arms from you. He walked over to the light switch and the bedroom lit to colour. Your eyes squinted to adjust to the brightness.

“Well, what was it?” Tom asked, looking around the room while scratching the back of his neck. “The boogeyman?” You didn’t laugh. This was no time for jokes.

“I’m serious, Tom.” He stopped chuckling and stared at you. Adoration filled his face and he sauntered over to you.

“Ok, alright. I’m sorry.” He spoke calmly, “what did it feel like?” He asked. Scoping the room quickly, then looking back at you.

You paused, drawing in your bottom lip before giving him an answer. “I think it was a spider.” Toms eyes widened.

“A spider?” He asked, astonished. “There was a spider in our bed?” It was a bad idea to tell him that, you realized. Tom Holland hated spiders. Which was horrible because you hated them too.

“You have to kill it,” you tried to coax him but he wanted nothing to do with it. “C'mon, baby please. For me?” You offered him your best pout.

“Not in hell.” Tom answered hotly. He gave the room one haunting look before dashing out the door and into the living room. You stared around the room for a moment, but felt like you were being watched. By eight tiny eyes. You quickly followed pursuit.

“How’s the couch sound?” Tom called you over, you walked to where he stood in front of the large black couch. It looked okay. You shrugged to him.

“No spiders?” You asked, peering at the couch skeptically.

“None.” Tom confirmed, grabbing one of the spare blankets from the linen closet. “Now, come here.” He sat down with the blankets draped over him.

You took a seat on the couch beside him, he leaned you into his chest. Getting comfortable almost instantly. The both of you lying on the couch in the middle of the night, just because a spider invaded your bedroom.

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an: day six of fluffy mini ficlet week! tagging @swans-and-pirates because i can. <3


There’s a foreign sound, of splashing and chirping, coming from the kitchen sink, and Emma treads with caution as she enters the room.

Killian stands at the sink, soap suds splashing over the sides, and he seems panicked, reaching into the sink and muttering under his breath.

Emma tilts her head curiously, nearing the situation with a practiced finesse. She sees something brown and yellow in her husband’s hand by the time she changes vantage points, and by then he sees her.

His cheeks and ears burn red and his eyes grow wide. “Swan. Hi. I was just…”

Emma nears the sink and crosses her arms. “Washing a live bird in our kitchen sink.”

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Jin-58 please!

Prompt: “You look cute with a baby bump.”

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: After you learned of your unplanned pregnancy, you assumed life had no more surprises in store for you. Nothing could have prepared you for the whirlwind that was Kim Seokjin.

Word count: 1.1 k

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After the summer break had ended, you returned to university single, broke, and pregnant. Oddly enough, you weren’t overly upset by this. Sure, your ex-boyfriend had left you the moment he find out you were pregnant. But inside you, another life was forming, and the beauty of that made everything worth it.

You roomed with a group of other girls in an apartment complex just off the university campus. Currently, it was early in the morning, and you were preparing to go to your 8 AM lecture. As you were hurrying around the flat, the sight of the breathtaking sunset shining through the window caught your eye. Gently running your hand over your stomach, a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

A few minutes later, you slipped through the front door. Right beneath your apartment complex, there was a quaint café called The Pink Cup. During school, you frequented this establishment often.

The owner of the café was a young, handsome man named Jin. He knew your name, but that was the extent of your relationship.

A bell chimed as you stepped through the doors of The Pink Cup. The inside was decorated cutely, covered in, well, pink. Jin’s affinity for the colour was something you would never understand.

“Oh, good morning, Y/N!” Jin called, poking his head from out of the kitchen. He had dyed his hair honey brown since the last time you saw him. “Long time no see! How was your summer?”

“It was…eventful,” you laughed, slipping into a seat as you waited for Jin to emerge from the kitchen. Eventually, he did, wiping his flour-y hands on his pink apron.

“You want the usual?” he asked, already preparing the ingredients. “Medium caramel macchiato?”

“Yes, please,” you replied immediately, out of habit. You stopped for a moment to think. “Make it decaf, actually.”

“Decaf?” Jin repeated, incredulous. “This early in the morning?”

“Yeah, I know,” you agreed sheepishly. You fiddled with your fingers and considered explaining your pregnancy to Jin. Not everyone took the news well, after all. “Um, I-I’m actually pregnant. That’s why.”

“Oh, wow!” Jin exclaimed, a large, genuine smile appearing on his face. “That’s wonderful. Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” you whispered, surprised. “Not everyone thinks it’s so great, with me being in university and all.”

“Well, that’s understandable,” Jin agreed, placing your drink down in front of you. “It’s incredibly difficult to manage a pregnancy and school.”

You nodded, placing your hands around the warm cup. “I’m a bit worried about that,” you admitted. “Eventually, I’m going to have to quit my part-time job, too.”

“Sorry if I’m being intrusive, but are you still dating that guy I see you with?” Jin asked, pulling up a seat beside you. You found it a bit strange, as Jin had never lingered this long to talk to you before.

“No, he left as soon as I told him I was pregnant,” you replied, not as affected by this statement as you were a few weeks ago. “I’m okay with that, though. He’s not the kind of guy I’d want to raise a kid with.”

Jin frowned, worry pinching his features. “It’s going to be difficult for you, being alone in this,” Jin commented softly. He smiled, a bit melancholic. “You’re probably wondering why I’m suddenly so invested in this. My older sister went through a very similar situation a few years ago, actually.”

Your eyes widened, your gaze snapping to Jin’s. He laughed at your expression, and continued on with his story. He painted a vivid picture of his family and his sister’s life with a child. The entire time, you listened, rapt, and felt a little more hopeful towards your own future.


Your visits to The Pink Cup became considerably longer ever since that first encounter with Jin. A few more weeks had passed, and both your workload and your belly were growing.

One morning, you woke up to morning sickness. The nausea you felt was overwhelming, and you threw yourself into the washroom. You vomited over the toilet, your stomach clenching and your throat convulsing. The tremors running through your weak body had you grasping the toilet to stay upright.

Once you had managed to pull yourself together, you felt drained and still slightly sick. You didn’t bother to dress nicely, opting for an old pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. At this point, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything.

You considered not stopping by Jin’s café, but you missed his kind, comforting presence. Reluctant to let him see you in this state, you trudged into he The Pink Cup.

Jin saw you immediately, and before you could even say a word, Jin had guided you to a chair and was rubbing soothing circles into your back.

“Morning sickness?” Jin asked, concerned etched all over his face.

You nodded weakly. “It’s not the first time, but it’s been getting worse,” you said, your voice hoarse.

Jin stood up suddenly. “I’m going to make you some peppermint tea,” Jin informed you, his worried gaze never leaving yours. “It should help with the nausea.”

“Thank you,” you said, resting your head against the table.

After what felt like ages, Jin returned with a cup of fragrant tea. He set it in front of you gently, sitting in the seat beside yours. His warm hand returned to your back, resuming its ministrations.

Suddenly, Jin’s affection became overwhelming. He was just an acquaintance, a passing presence, but he was becoming a pillar of support for you. You wondered if you were relying on Jin and his kindness too much. After all, he was never going to be a permanent fixture in your life.

Tears clouded your vision. “Why are you so nice to me, Jin?” you whispered, turning your head to face him. “I don’t want you to feel bad for me. It’s not your job to take care of me.”

Jin only smiled and wiped away your tears. “Who says it can’t be my job, Y/N?” he asked gently. “I don’t treat all my customers like this, you know. You’re a strong woman and I admire that.”

Soon enough, the flow of tears ceased. Jin’s hand still rested against your cheek.

“I was meaning to ask you for your number all week,” Jin admitted with a bark of laughter. “But I couldn’t figure out how to do it. Now’s not the best time, I guess, but I would like to treat you to something other than coffee.”

You blinked up at Jin, eyes wide and mouth agape in surprise. “What?” you spluttered, a rosy blush dusting your cheeks. “Why?”

“Well,” Jin began with a soft smile and even softer eyes, “I think you look cute with a baby bump.”

- Girl in Luv

Thank you for reading! I didn’t write this imagine as a sequel originally, but the stories ended up seeming connected so I figured I’d just link them together. If you liked this imagine, please send more requests our way! Check out our prompts list for inspiration xx

60. Stealing Dean's jackets

A/N: This is the fourth one. Prompt #60.

Word count: 651

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“Hey, Sweetheart, have you seen my jacket?” Dean asks, peeking into her room for a moment. “I can’t seem to find it.”

“The one that got a hole stabbed through it and you threw away?” she returns, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” he shakes his head. “The other one.”

“Okay, you’ve gotta be more descriptive than that,” she mutters, pushing her laptop to the side of her bed as she stood up.

“The leather one, my new one,” he explains, watching as she ventured out into the hallway beside him.

“Have you checked Baby?” she asks, watching his small pout.

“Yeah, and it wasn’t out there,” he murmurs.

“Okay, you check the kitchen, and I’ll go check the war room and the library,” she says, giving him a half smile.

“I already looked in all those places,” he catches her arm before she can start off on her task. “It’s not there. And my other jacket isn’t in my room either.”

“Well then…” she trails off with what she hopes is a convincing frown. “D'you think you left it somewhere on one of our hunts?”

“No,” he frowns at watching her. Maybe she didn’t have it, like he had thought.

“Have you asked Sam? Or Cas?” she tries, and he shakes his head. “Maybe you left it somewhere and one of them grabbed it.”

“You ask Sam, I’ll check with Cas,” he says, and she nods.

They depart their separate ways, both on their missions that weren’t exclusively the same.

She knocks on Sam’s door, and shortly thereafter, he opens it for her.

“I stole Dean’s jacket and he’s asking around looking for it,” she says without preamble. “Can I trust that you’re on my side if he comes looking?”

“Uh… Yeah, I guess?” he says, his brows crinkling together as he hears her words. “Why did you steal his jacket?”

“That’s irrelevant,” she states quickly. “I just needed to make sure you’re on my side. I’ve gotta go before he comes looking.”

She bids him adieu and makes her way back to her room, where Dean and Cas are standing.

Fuck. She’s been caught.

“Did you find it?” she asks with a false sense of cheerfulness when she notices the leather jacket in Dean’s hands.

“Yeah, in your room?” Dean says, the latter part of his sentence coming out like a question.

“How weird,” she nods, watching his smirk grow.

“Thanks, Cas,” Dean says, looking to the angel with a grin.

“Of course. I’ll return to watching my show if you are done,” Cas returns, and Dean watches him depart before speaking his next words.

“Wanna tell me how my jacket wound up in your closet?” he purrs, his olive toned eyes giving her a look.

“Not in particular,” she states, shaking her head with a grin. “But I did give you the run around.”

“You did,” his smirk grows as he takes a step closer. “I also happened to find my other jacket, the one that I used to wear before I got this.”

“What a coincidence,” she brushes off her accusations. “We both know that a pretty girl like me wouldn’t… Steal.”

“So you were just keeping it to sniff at night?” he asks, leaning until he’s almost nose to nose with her. “There’s no need for jackets when you can have the real deal, Sweetheart.”

“Good to know,” she murmurs, feeling his warm breath mix with hers.

He laughs and kisses her, his lips smooth against hers.

He pulls away.

“I was headed to the bar. You want to come with me?” he asks, and she nods, biting her bottom lip. “Good. I’ll be in my room whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay,” she agrees and he walks off, taking his leather jacket with him.

It’s only after she closes her door does she sigh in relief.

At least he didn’t find her stash with all of his stolen shirts.