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A Touch Of Love, 5.

Genre | Romance / Valentine’s Day drabbles.

Pairing | Kim Seokjin / Reader.

Prompt“You don’t need to leave so soon.”

Words | 915 words.


The alarm only tickles at Seokjin’s subconscious, a persistent, soft chiming that is silenced within eleven seconds and followed up by just as gentle of a groan at his ear, still dense with sleep. It is nearly not enough to rouse him completely, though the careful movements beside his mostly comatose body stir him to the point of unhanding the fidgeter from her binds, his arms mindlessly leaving the delicious heat of her bare skin to instead tuck under his pillow with a disturbed exhalation. The weight of her limbs leave the bed, not without a hand sweeping delicately over his forehead, dusting his hair back, and Seokjin almost immediately is lulled back into the interrupted dream.

A thunder clap jolts him into a half asleep state a handful of minutes later, the sharp sound echoing through the bathroom amongst a cacophony of muffled swearing. The shampoo bottle clattering against the shower tiles, most likely. Behind the plaster of the wall, pipes shudder and moan as the consistent stream of water hitting glass is ceased, the rubber seal that lines the border of the shower door squeaking as it is opened. Here, now, he lays with his eyes barely peeking open, vision feathered with the tangle of his drowsy lashes and yet he can refine her figure so clearly in the yellow lighting of the bathroom, straggles of water slipping down her spine, curving over the plump flesh of her ass. It is a sight that nearly urges him to sit up, wake the hell up and tease his fingertips between those lovely, lovely thighs while she continues to dry her hair with the damp towel. But lethargy wins the round, laying heavy on his bones and he caves once more to slumber, his mind no longer returning to the already misplaced dream.

Seokjin is only completely roused to a place just beneath fully awake when her knees dip into the mattress, palms propping herself up on either side of his head. Languidly, he blinks sleep out of his eyes and rolls onto his back, blearily looking up at the embodiment of his love as she smiles down tenderly, make-up done up real pretty, hair fastened in a stylish bun at the crown of her head. After rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes, Seokjin takes in the pencil skirt that hugs her hips in a wretched tease, paired with transparent black stockings that make her thighs look like sin and the four undone buttons of her pearl silk blouse, exposing an arrowhead of collarbones and smooth flesh, descending to a hint of her lace bra. Really, he cannot help the twitch that occurs within his loose pyjama pants.

“You don’t need to leave so soon, y’know,” are the first words that Seokjin speaks, rough with hours of sleep, a guttural hum that has a shiver tingling up her spine in time with his fingertips ghosting the inner of her thigh.

“Hey, stop that,” she swats his hand away, lacing her fingers in a lock around his wrist and leaning in a little closer, grin widening. “My last meeting is at four, so I should be home by five-thirty, okay?”

“That’s terribly far away,” Seokjin grumbles, slithering his arm out of her grip and instead hooking a finger into the open collar of her blouse, pulling the smooth material down to reveal more of the sapid sight. Jesus, it is not just a bra, but a full bustier of a nude shade, the edges and straps embellished with black lace. His lips part slightly, a frown etching into his brow. “You’re not trying for a promotion at work, are you?”

“Rude,” she chides, slapping at his hand once again and leaning back onto her heels, not without a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth, a delicate press so as not to smear her lipstick. With precarious fingers, she opens the blouse an increment wider, allowing the sunlight filtering through the window to grace the gorgeous swell of her breasts in a golden hue and Seokjin has to fight the urge to leap on her and fit himself between her legs when she smirks down at him, buttoning the shirt up to the final notch that lays against the hollow of her throat. “This was supposed to be for you once I get back, but that comment might’ve just changed my mind. I’ll see you in a few hours, ‘kay!”

And like that, she swiftly manoeuvres herself off the bed and departs the bedroom without so much as a backward glance, gathering up the briefcase waiting beside their shared dresser on the way. All the while, Seokjin stares on agape, sheer disappointment juxtaposing the rock hard arousal that strains against his underwear.

“Sweetheart.” Seokjin calls out, a note of desperation underlying his tone, though he would never admit it. He can hear the front door unlocking. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry!”

“Better earn that forgiveness!” She cheerfully shouts back, the conversation silenced by the door swinging back into the wooden frame in a firm, punctuating slam that has his nerves jumping. 

With an exasperated sigh, he begins sifting through the archives of his memory, trying to remember the damn name of that damn florist who stocks her damn favourite flowers. Because damn, damn, damn if that bustier is not on the floor by the evening and she is not perched all exquisite and bare on his lap, then he might just die.

Drabbles | One: KTHTwo: MYGThree: JHSFour: KNJ • Five: KSJ • Six: JJKSeven: PJM (Finale)

Fic: Long Strech of Love Pt 1 & 2

A/N: I posted this on AO3 last year but never finished it. But I finally found the courage to finish this with the latest @xfficchallenges of ‘Fics You Would Never Write’ which should be posted around in the next few days. That involves some smut. I don’t write smut. I never could and probably never will except this once. Writers like @sunflowerseedsandscience @mldrgrl @leiascully @kateyes224 @baronessblixen  @alittlemissfit I pale in comparison to. I think my writing sucks. But hey, I figured, I should post the other parts for context sake. I promise to wrap this up soon. 

A/N Last part is here!

This was my originally attempt at writing season 7 fic, with ‘All Things.’ And I’ve edited it some with this repost.

Title: Long Stretch of Love

Summary: I was listening to Lady Antebellum’s “Long Stretch of Love” while driving home from work one night ] and I thought of the opening scene when Scully was leaving Mulder’s apartment at the beginning of “All Things.” My take on the infamous scene and my first attempt at writing fic for season seven. And I guess my first attempt at writing smut. Maybe. We’ll see.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of it. Chris Carter and company does.

She heard the rain as soon as she woke and then her brain hit her full force. What had she done? She sat  straight up in bed, somehow not waking Mulder who grunted slightly before flopping on his stomach. She watched him grunt again, pooling the sheets across his chest and waist, his leg sticking out at an odd angle. He grunted again, his arm seeking the warmth where her body had previously lay. His fingers grazed across her bare thigh and she held her breath, waiting for him to settle back to sleep. He grunted and relaxed when he sensed her presence. Carefully she removed his hand before gently placing her feet on the carpeted floor and getting up.

Her eyes roamed the floor, looking for something to cover herself, before spying an old bath towel which she wrapped around herself, before heading to the bathroom, picking up the loose articles of clothing that littered the floor.

She glanced over her shoulder at his sleeping form before entering the bathroom and shutting the door firmly behind her.

How did she get here? How did she let herself get here?

Scully’s mind was racing at the impossibly high amount of things that could go wrong. Her hand automatically reached for the shower knob, ready to take a shower, but paused, wondering if it would wake Mulder, which is the last thing she wanted. She withdrew her hand, and pinched the bridge of her nose, wondering what she should do.

As she let her thoughts, her hands automatically fixed her hair and dressed herself. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, leaning forward, trying to discern any new wrinkles, her mind aimlessly wandering. She was different. She was different than before. They both were. What had changed?

She straightened her green sweater and paused in the doorframe of his bathroom, turning off the light quickly, not risking waking him still. She placed both of her hands on the door frame, rocking herself back and forth, trying to will the anxiety she felt away. Scully had not done this since she was a child, since she was in medical school awaiting the results of a major test, or the anxiety that inevitably came with her affair with Daniel. But Mulder was different. Last night proved he was different. So why was this moment causing her so much anxiety?

Scully focused on Mulder’s face. He frowned slightly in his sleep, his right hand stretching outwards and then curling back into a fist when he sensed her absence. Scully held her breath. He flexed his hand repeatedly, moving slightly over the spot to where she had been sleeping. He groaned in his sleep, frowning, and buried his face into his pillow.

This was nothing new either.

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What about a one shot where reader is a single mother? And Sans is always fawning over her baby makin them laugh while Papyrus is just amazed there are humans SMALLER then Frisk. But they're both just really gentle an affectionate towards them??¿¿

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Pairing: Sans/Reader, Papyrus/Reader

Summary: You’ve got a kid. Lots of people see that as a nuisance. Luckily for you, the skelebros aren’t exactly “traditional”.


“DID YOU REMEMBER THE BOTTLE?”

“yep.”

“WHAT ABOUT THE NEW BLANKET? HAS IT BEEN WASHED WITH THE HYPOALLERGENIC STUFF? AND DRIED ON DELICATE TO PRESERVE ITS CUTE STITCH OF A LION?”

“uh huh.”

“GOODIE! I THINK WE ARE ALL SET FOR THE WEEKEND.”

This was their favorite part of the week. When everything wound down – from work to chores – and they could have you over. It took a lot of trial and error to make this schedule work out, but the payoff was so worth it.

The doorbell rang. Papyrus rushed over to swing it open with stars in his eyes.

“HELLO!!! WE ARE SO HAPPY YOU ARRIVED SAFELY!”

You chuckled and struggled to keep your balance. Between the baby carrier carseat and your overnight bags, you looked like you were about to topple over. Thankfully, Papyrus was already on it. He took the handle with great care and guided your child into the living room. Sans was the one to actually greet you, moving in the way just to receive your soft hug.

“heh, lookin’ good.”

“Oh, yeah.” You glanced down at your stained t-shirt. “She had an accident on the way here. I had to pull over and clean her up.”

“should’ve called me, i could’ve swung by and helped ya out.”

“Thanks, but I’m okay. I think I might change, though.”

“c’mon. let’s pick somethin’ out for ya.”

You were always amazed at how attentive the brothers were. Meeting them was…an experience. You were pregnant, just a few months along, when the three of you started hanging out. You were straight with them when you said that you were going to go through with the pregnancy and how that might’ve affected your friendship. You expected them to dip out, but they did the opposite. They stuck around with you during the entire course of your pregnancy and were an everlasting constant in your life that was strife with new experiences and challenges.

Papyrus bent down and played with the toy hanging from the handle, making it jingle as your baby cooed up at him. He was so massive. It was hard to believe that someone so huge could also be so gentle.

“we’ll be right back. gonna get her cleaned up.”

“EXCELLENT! SHE AND I WILL BE CATCHING UP ON THE PAST WEEK’S EVENTS. I SEE YOU HAVE A NEW ONESIE ON, NYEH HEH HEH! IT SUITS YOU QUITE WELL. RUBBER DUCKS ARE ALSO A FAVORITE OF MINE, BUT WE WILL KEEP THAT BETWEEN US.”

You were glad to have a quick break from her. You loved her, but motherhood was a full-time job. Between making money and taking care of her, there really wasn’t much time to breathe. The weekends meant you could finally let your hair down and not have to worry so much about every little thing.

Sans tugged some stuff out from your bag as you kicked your shoes off. It had been a really long day and your feet were killing you.

“here ya go. shower’s free for ya if you wanna do that first. my bro is makin’ dinner, too.”

You thanked him as he left the room to give you some privacy. He really spoiled you.

It took the brothers a while to reach this point. When you first had her, Papyrus refused to be left alone with her because he was afraid that something would happen and he would fail you somehow. But judging on the rows of baby books stuffed away in all parts of their house, he found comfort in having a few manuals nearby to prepare for anything.

Sans, on the other hand, had been just…really awkward. He kept saying that he was afraid of dropping her when he held her. For the longest time he would just sit on the opposite side of the room when she was around. It really hurt your feelings and you confronted him on it, and that was when he let you know that he was…afraid she would get scared of him because of his, quote, “ugly mug”.

But these days?

She loved them. So unconditionally it hurt.

You wrung your hair out and toweled off, changing into the large set of pajamas that Papyrus grew out of. The baby weight probably wasn’t ever going to go away, but if you had a steady stream of cute hand-me-downs from the younger of the brothers, you were okay with that.

“NYEH HEH HEH HEH!”

“oh my god, bro. s’not that funny.”

“YES IT IS! LOOK AT HER!”

You stepped out to the living room just to see Sans holding her up. She drooled all over his hand and already spit up on his jacket, but he’d never looked happier.

“Ugh, I’m so sorry!”

“heh, it’s ok.” He continued to lift her up and down, his grin widening at her shift in expression. “a little puke never hurt anybody.”

“SANS, NO. YOU ARE CLEANING IT UP AS SOON AS SHE STOPS DISTRACTING YOU WITH HER CUTENESS.”

“which’ll be never.”

They both laughed. You busied yourself in digging for the baby wipes in her diaper bag, handing them off so he could get started. Papyrus was the one that took her instead, cuddling her to his chest with as much gentleness as his personality.

“thanks, babe.”

Babe?

Sans’s eyesockets went black. “i-i mean…heh…”

“Um. Did you just—”

“OH, YES. YOU ARE VERY SMALL. IT IS QUITE INCREDIBLE HOW YOU WILL GROW UP TO BE AS BIG AS YOUR MOTHER. YOU HAVE ALREADY GOTTEN SO BIG! HUMANS ARE FASCINATING.”

Papyrus babbling on about your child was enough to distract you while Sans slipped away to change his shirt. Jeez, she’d already KO’d both of your guys’ outfits today.

“I SUPPOSE WE COULD WATCH SOMETHING. LET’S SEE WHAT’S ON, SHALL WE?”

He always held conversations with her, too. Hearing his voice made her react no matter what she was doing. It put her to sleep. It made her snuggle into him. She reached forward and gripped onto his finger so she could suckle on it. Everything about him seemed to soothe and fascinate her, just as much as he felt when he was with her.

Papyrus sat with her, cross-legged, in front of the TV while he put on the coolest kids’ channel. He had good taste, too. He always managed to find something that was educational as well as fun for everyone.

The program on right now was about a talking caterpillar that traveled around the garden and learned new things about the flora and fauna. It was one of her favorites, and you knew that because she wouldn’t cry nearly as much when it played in the background while you were doing chores in the house.

Papyrus tugged on her feet and replaced one of the socks that fell off. She kicked against him and wiggled as he positioned her on his lap. He was careful to support her head against his spine and hunched over just to make sure she didn’t fall over. He surrounded himself with a mountain of pillows, too, so she was safe from all angles.

“hey, mind giving me a hand?”

You turned around and saw that Sans had a giant box positioned in the center of the room. Papyrus pointed at the screen and was too busy explaining the names of all the animals to notice what was going on.

“What is this?”

He grinned and leaned on it, trying to look a little cooler than he actually did with that space-themed t-shirt he got at the astronomy museum. “got you guys somethin’.”

“You what?”

Sans dumped the pieces all out on the floor. He started to assemble it, flipping a screwdriver in his hand while he called out for you to hand him all the scattered parts. It looked like it’d been handcrafted, but he didn’t have a chance to get it all together. You watched him go to work, calculating and picturing the finished product in his head.

You watched it slowly come to life. It was a…swing. Something for her to sit in while she was in the living room. You gaped at him. It was something he made, not something he bought. You could tell by the craftsmanship, his sloppy signature on one side, and the dangling bone toy that hung from the top of the visor.

“Sans…”

“we don’t have a crib yet. but i think this’ll work in the meantime while i work out the kinks on that one.” He stood in front of it with his hands on his hips, a proud grin on his face. “so whenever you come over, you can just plop her down in here. she’ll like it a lot, i think, she has a good time when we rock her back n’ forth before we eat. puts her right to sleep.”

You glanced at the new piece of furniture. Something that he made himself. He spent hours on this in his workshop for your daughter and he just…he didn’t want anything in return. It was a gift. And a silent promise that he was going to have her stick around as long as she needed to. Not everyone would put the time and effort for her.

“I…I don’t even know what to say.”

“heh, well, maybe once you find your voice, you can give me some feedback? think i picked the color you dress her in the most, since it’s soft and fits in real well with the rest of our house.”

You stared at him. He started to stammer.

“you, uh, ok there?”

“Sans.”

“yeah?”

“No one has ever…” You struggled to find the right words. “This is…I mean, I…”

“listen, it’s uh, no big deal.”

“It is a big deal. Both of you are so good with her. And I never thought that anyone would want to hang out with me after I had her.” Your heart broke. “A lot of people said I was boring because she came first and foremost. I had to give up a lot. Shifts at work, little luxuries like drinking caffeine. People got tired of me not being able to go through with plans if she wasn’t feeling well or if I just wanted to spend a quiet night with her instead. But you and Papyrus…”

Your heart swelled as you glanced over at the other monster, who was humming the cheerful closing credits song as the episode ended. “You guys have taken us in with open arms. And you’re so good with her. You sit there and…you can make her babble on. I never feel like you’re just doing it to make me happy, it’s that you actually love her and it’s…a little overwhelming. That I met someone who’s so patient and understanding. Who cares about her as much as I do.”

You hadn’t noticed it, but his pupils were changing shape. From tiny circles to hearts. He was still speechless.

“I just…I can’t imagine not being part of this anymore? You’re so selfless and good to me. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you in my life.”

Papyrus, who hadn’t even known you were in the midst of your conversation, carried her over in his arms.

“WOWIE! SANS, YOU FINISHED THE BOUNCER? HOW FUN!” He beamed at you. “I WAS THE ONE WHO SUGGESTED THE LITTLE TOY. SANS DESIGNED IT.”

“yeah, it was my bro’s idea. he’s pretty great.”

So they collaborated on this. They were talking about your daughter even when she wasn’t around.

“LET’S DO THIS, LITTLE ONE. YOU AND I WILL TEST IT OUT.”

Your spiel was cut short, then, but you felt like you’d gotten your point across. Sans’s entire face was bright red and he couldn’t tear his eyes off you. You wanted to gaze at him pointedly to get your thoughts across, to let it sink in, but you knew that you had to focus on other things right now.

Papyrus set her down in the swing and pushed it gently. It swayed along and she cooed in surprise, reaching up her tiny hands to grasp at the dangling bone plush.

All three of you huddled over her. She was so unabashedly happy. Her eyes bright and transfixed on both of the brothers. Alternating her gaze between them as they reached forward and stroked her chubby cheeks and soft, downy, wispy hairs.

“you’re a real cutie, huh. gonna be a heartbreaker when you get older. just like your mom.”

You spluttered at that. Sans glanced at you from the corner of his eye and winked.

“OH, YES!!! THEY ALREADY LOOK SO MUCH ALIKE. NOTHING LIKE HER FATHER AT ALL. SHE IS GOING TO GROW UP TO BE THE BEST HUMAN EVER. AND IF TURNS OUT ANYTHING LIKE HER MOTHER, THERE WILL BE MANY SUITORS LINING UP AT HER DOOR! WELL, WE WILL JUST HAVE TO SCREEN THEM TO MAKE SURE THAT THEY ARE SUITABLE, WON’T WE, SANS?”

“heh. yeah. suit-a-ble.”

NO!!!”

Oh god. They were talking about this. You weren’t sure what to focus on here: the fact that they were complimenting your appearance, or that they were planning decades ahead.

“I AM GOING TO STIR THE SOUP. I WILL BE RIGHT BACK!” Papyrus sprung up. “OH, AND IT LOOKS LIKE IT’S TIME FOR HER BOTTLE. I WILL WARM THAT UP AS WELL. YOU BROUGHT FRESH MILK OVER FOR HER, DIDN’T YOU?”

“Mmhmm, it’s in the fridge.”

“EXCELLENT. BE RIGHT BACK!” He bounded away and made sure to check himself for any more messes on his shirt before delving back into cooking.

Sans plopped down in front of the swing. He covered his hands over his face. Popping them open with a bright grin. “peek-a-boo.”

She warbled on with something akin to a laugh. Floundering along in her swing.

“heh heh. ok, ok. again?” He shaded his eyes, nose and mouth. Revealing it with a quick flap of his fingers. “peek-a-boo!”

They were both cracking up. She couldn’t get enough of it. Sans just went along with it, too, over and over until she was getting so hyped up that he had to calm her down. He plucked one of her toys from the ground and put it in the swing, the perfect size for her to cuddle with it.

“TIME TO EAT!!!” Papyrus stumbled out with the bottle the perfect temperature. You knew that because he had plenty of spots all over his apron from wiping away the test droplets. “WHO WANTS TO FEED HER?”

“me.”

Sans was fascinated with humans. How she gurgled and suckled at the rubber tip, big, dark eyes staring up at him while she went. He held her close to his chest and you could hear the faint hum of his magic. A gentle beat that soothed the both of them so they were in a perfect little bubble of trust.

“WHILE HE IS FINISHING UP, WE SHOULD SIT DOWN TO EAT.”

Papyrus pulled your chair out for you while he served you dinner. He always knew just what to make when you were craving it. You tapped your spoon on the table while Sans finished up, plopping her along his chest so he could rub her back and get her to burp. She didn’t spit up nearly as much as you thought, and he was lucky that he put a bib on himself before she made too big of a mess.

“just gimme a sec. gonna change her diaper.”

He grabbed the massive bag while Papyrus went to help him. They had a small table that they used specifically for changing her, one that folded out from the closet that they disinfected every time you guys came over. You watched them. Not warily, but fascinated. Entranced at how they went through the practiced motions, working in harmony to make sure she was clean and happy.

And there she was. Her tummy full, her eyes drooping, her onesie in place and the diaper thrown out in the trashcan they kept near the front door.

Sans took her into the kitchen just so you could keep a close eye on her, but ended up sitting across from you. Papyrus took his own seat next to him, dishing out food on his brother’s plate.

“so you still gonna apply to that daycare?”

You exhaled between bites. “I have to. Work doesn’t want to cut back my hours any more, but I’m not comfortable leaving her with just anybody. It’s a real pain, but they’ve got some of the best people working for them. I might have to just drop my cable altogether so I can afford it.”

“seriously? but TV’s what calms you down.”

“I know. I can always just sign up for a streaming service. She won’t be able to watch her favorite show, but…” You contemplated. “I guess I could just buy a few seasons on disc and put them on as background noise.”

Papyrus drummed his fingers on the table. He looked uncomfortable.

“Are you…okay, Paps?”

He shook his head, but was still silent. Sans glanced at him with a warning look.

“You don’t want to talk about it?”

Papyrus shoved more food in his mouth to silence himself.

“uh, we were…sort of thinking…”

“WE WANT TO BE THE ONES TO BABYSIT HER WHILE YOU ARE AT WORK! SANS AND I SPENT THE ENTIRE LAST WEEK BABYPROOFING THE HOUSE FOR WHEN SHE STARTS CRAWLING AROUND. WE HAVE PLENTY OF TIME BETWEEN OUR SHIFTS TO ALTERNATE WATCHING HER AND IT WOULD MEAN A GREAT DEAL IF YOU WOULD COME OVER EVEN MORE THAN YOU DO NOW BECAUSE WE WANT TO HANG OUT WITH YOU AND YOUR PERFECT LITTLE DAUGHTER AND SPEND TIME BECAUSE….WE…”

Sans’s eyesockets went black. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but here.

“bro.”

“I’M SORRY! I COULDN’T HOLD IT IN ANY MORE!” Papyrus went face down. Right into his soup. It bubbled along his face as he continued to spout more apologies.

You couldn’t believe it. “You guys…would be okay with that? Seriously?”

“OF COURSE WE WOULD!!! WE KNOW THAT MONSTERS DO NOT HAVE THE…BEST REPUTATION FOR HUMAN CHILDREN…BUT WE THINK WE HAVE DONE AN INCREDIBLE JOB THUS FAR! WE PROMISE YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED. AND WE WILL DO IT FOR FREE!!!”

Free? That was a way better offer than the eight-hundred-bucks-a-month deal that the last place offered you. But you still didn’t feel a hundred percent comfortable in accepting this generous suggestion.

“But…that’s a lot of work on you guys. I mean. I get that you love her, but she’s not your daughter. And being with her during the week is a lot more exhausting than these visits. I don’t want you to pressure yourself into doing this, and I don’t want you to go into it with very different expectations. I wouldn’t put this on you.”

“listen…” Sans coughed, grabbing your attention. “this, uh…arrangement? would mean a hell of a lot to us. we know we’re not family…but…we wanna be.”

You looked from him to Papyrus. They were blushing. Hard.

“You do?”

“I WOULD LIKE THAT VERY MUCH.” Papyrus scrubbed at his face with his napkin. “SHE IS WONDERFUL AND IT WOULD MEAN THAT YOU COULD SPEND THE NIGHT OVER MORE OFTEN IF YOU WERE TOO TIRED. AND WE COULD EAT DINNER LIKE THIS AND WATCH TV SHOWS AND LEARN HER ABC’S AND 123’S. TOGETHER.”

“and you’d stick around. so maybe we could…do other things.”

“YES. LIKE HAVE DATES.”

What.

“pfft, bro??? i thought you said you weren’t gonna scare her off with that?”

“I—I DIDN’T MEAN TO! IT JUST CAME OUT! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!” He buried his face in his hands and groaned. “HOW EMBARRASSING.”

“uh, just forget that part,” Sans laughed shakily. “this isn’t…i mean, it would be…real nice, but that’s not why we wanna do it.”

“OH, NO. NOT AT ALL. I HOPE YOU DON’T TAKE IT THAT WAY! WE WANT TO WATCH HER AND TAKE CARE OF HER, BUT NOT SO WE CAN BE TOGETHER IN A RELATIONSHIP. WE WOULD DO THAT ANYWAY! BUT…HAVING YOU AS A GIRLFRIEND W-WOULD BE…” He pressed his fingers together shyly. “A-A VERY…GOOD WAY TO MAKE THE TRANSITION SEAMLESS…”

They wanted to date you. Both of them. To be a part of your daughter’s life? To babysit her and help you out while you worked your ass off to support her? You’d been alone this entire time. And it was hard to even think about having someone else to rely on.

“I…”

“WAIT! DON’T SAY ANYTHING. IT IS…A VERY OVERWHELMING THING TO DISCOVER, AND IT WAS BY ACCIDENT! S-SO…PLEASE DO NOT THINK THAT YOU NEED TO GIVE US AN ANSWER NOW! OR AT ALL!!!”

“yeah. uh. we can just be friends.”

“YES. AND WE WILL NEVER BRING IT UP AGAIN.”

“No.”

Both of them went silent.

“You don’t have to…you don’t have to do that.” You bit your lower lip and tried hard not to show them how flustered you were. “I, um…I think I would want that, too.”

“s-seriously?”

“REALLY???”

“Mmmhmm.” Your chin dropped down to your chest and you could hear your heartbeat reverberating in your ears. “It’s…something I’ve wanted for a while, actually.”

“YOU HAVE?!”

“oh boy.”

“B-but I was afraid that…you know, it’s a lot of responsibility, and…dating is really going to be hard, even without all of my scheduling issues. She’s so needy right now and I didn’t want to give you false hopes because it’s gonna be anything but normal.”

Sans laughed.

Papyrus laughed.

“NORMAL??? WE ARE MONSTERS. EVERYTHING IS AN ADVENTURE AND WE REVEL IN CHALLENGES! I, OF COURSE, AM THE BEST AT PROBLEM SOLVING AND REFUSE TO BACK DOWN FOR THE PERSON I CARE ABOUT!”

“heh. i guess i could go along with that.” He winked at you from across the table. “i think we should get permission from the main star, though.”

He hopped down from his seat and Papyrus followed suit. Bending down to meet her sleepy gaze.

“whaddya think, kiddo? wanna have us around?”

“ARE YOU OKAY WITH US SMOTHERING YOUR MOTHER WITH LOVE AND AFFECTION FOR AS LONG AS SHE’LL HAVE US???”

Your baby reached up a hand and gripped both of their fingers. Bobbed it up and down. Gurgled. Your entire face went red.

Sans snickered. “think that’s a yes.”

“WHOOPIE! I AM GOING TO CELEBRATE. PLEASE HOLD ON FOR A MOMENT WHILE I GRAB MY CAMERA TO MARK THE OCCASION!”

You sat there, shock still, while both of them finished their dinner with gusto. Blushing through bites of food and going on and on about their plans for her while you were at work. What kind of projects they’d started and would complete in order to make this her home away from home. You listened in, completely flustered and filled to the brim with affection.

It was going to take some work, but…hey, you had a baby. How much harder could this be?

Simple Life

Summary: The reader and Dean leave the hunters life and start a family.

Warning: Adorableness and cussing

I’m sorry guys, I’m having really bad writers block for the request a couple of y’all sent in, and this is the only idea I had ideas for?! Haha I think I’m just tired. Hope you guys like it! Also I’m super sorry I haven’t been writing that much lately, I feel super bad, bc I know a few people actually read them so I hope that I have some more ideas with those requests sometime soon! But that doesn’t mean for you guys to stop requesting! Keep sending them in!

Word Count: 1,342

“ Mary Jo Winchester! Get back here!” You heard Dean call out between laughs.

You saw Mary running towards you, butt naked.

“Ahhh, mommy! Help daddy’s gonna get me!” You heard Mary call out. Then she came into view, running around the corner with her arms in the air, Dean right behind her laughing. You scooped up the four year old and ran around with her in your arms. Her laughter filling your ears, bringing a smile to your face. Dean was right behind you, you could feel his arm grab the back of your shirt, pulling you to a stop, and then he snatched Mary out of your arms and began to tickle her.

“Mommy!….. Help!” Mary said laughing. You ran over to Dean, with his free arm that wasn’t tackling Mary he hooked his arm around your waist and pulled you in. You joined Dean, tickling Mary till tears from laughter slid down her rosy cheeks. Both you and Dean stopped to give her a breather. She greedily gulped down air.

“Mary, why are you naked?” You asked her with a smile on your face.

Dean raised a hand to interrupt. “I was about to give Mary s bath, and after I took off her clothes she bolted for the door, screaming for you.”

“Mary! You sneaky girl. Do you want me to give you a bath?” Mary nodded her head excitedly. You stood up and picked her up from the ground. “

“Mommy, you give better baths than daddy.” Mary whispered into your ear. You nodded your head and said. “Mommy is way better than daddy at everything.”

“No, daddy makes better pie than you.” Mary confessed. You dramatically gasped, causing another spew of laughter to escape her lips.

When you got into the Mary’s bathroom you saw her clothes lying on the tile. You sat Mary down on the ground and went over to the tub, turning on the water and making sure it was just the right temperature for the toddlers delicate skin. Once the water was the just right, you turned around and looked at Mary, who was playing with a rubber ducky.

“C’mon Mary.” Mary sat the rubber ducky down on the floor and walked over to you. You picked Mary up and put her in the tub. You began to wash her brown curls. She had your eye color, but that was it. She looked so much like Dean, it was unbelievable. She had his brown hair, his nose, and eye shape.

Mary grabbed one of her other rubber duckys that took refuge in the bathtub, and began making it take a bath.

“Stop it Ducky! You have to get clean.” Mary said as you washed her hair, making sure that none of the suds got into her eyes. You smiled down at her. You and Dean were so lucky. Not that many hunters got their happily ever after, but you and Dean were. The two of you deserved it, after all the two of you had been through, you deserved this, and you weren’t going to let anyone take it away from you. Even Sam and Garth were getting a happily ever after. Yes, Garth was a werewolf, but he was in love.  As for Sam, he was living in the same neighborhood as you and Dean, he was living with a girl named Jess, ironic as it is, you’d never seen Sam happier. He smiled more often, it wasn’t the “I’m dying inside, somebody kill me.” Smile. It was the “I’ve never been happier in my life.” Kind of smile.

 After you were done giving Mary her bath, you wrapped her up in her favorite pink towel, and dried her. She always loved getting dried, she loved it when you would dry her hair with the towel. You would wrap the towel around her head and rub it around her head crazily. She would laugh and giggle, and that would cause you to do the same. When Mary was completely dried you walked her to her room and put her night clothes. Mary always insisted on wearing an oversized t-shirt, she claimed that night gowns tried to strangle her in her sleep. Once she picked out the perfect shirt, she went to go brush her teeth, you stood up to go help her, but she held up one tiny hand and said. “Mommy, I’m a big girl. I can brush my teeth by myself.” You just nodded your head and said. “Okay, but make sure you do a good job.” 

A few minutes later, Mary came out of the bathroom with a huge smile on her face, showing off her freshly clean teeth. “Good job baby!” You told her. Mary smiled and said. “Thanks mommy.” You stood up from the bed and beckoned her over to get in the bed. She jumped into her bed and you helped her get under the covers. “Can you get foobie?”Mary asked, her voice sounding tired. You nodded and looked around the room for the oversized bunny. When you found it, you brought it over to her. Mary took it from your hands and gave it a big hug. You smiled down at her.

“Goodnight sweetheart, sleep good, tomorrow we’re going to lunch with Uncle Sam and Ms. Jess.” You told her.

 “Really?!” She said, her eyes lit up with happiness.

You nodded your head and turned to leave the room, but you felt her tiny hand grab yours.

“Can you ask daddy to come check for monsters?” She asked quietly.

“Of coarse I can sweetie, let me go get him.”

You left the room in search of Dean, when you found him brushing his teeth. “Mary wants you to go check for monsters in her room.” You told Dean. He rinsed his mouth with water and put his tooth brush up. Dean walked to Mary’s room, you close behind him.

Once he reached Mary’s room, he started tip toeing, trying to be as quiet as possible. He began to check in the closet, he looked over at Mary and put a finger over his mouth, telling her to stay quiet. Mary put her tiny finger over her mouth. Dean slowly opened the closet door, he looked around the closet and then closed the door and turned on the light. Then he checked under Mary’s bed, then her toy box.

“Well, nothing in here.” Dean said while giving Mary a kiss on her forehead. Dean left to go stand by you at the doorway.

“Goodnight.” You and Dean said in unison, while closing her door. You and Dean looked at each other, both exhausted by the day. You both headed back to the room you both shared.

“You coming to bed?” You asked Dean while you began taking the pillows off the bed.

“Hell yeah, I’m so tired.” Dean said while taking off his shirt, exposing his toned abs.

“You know, for a guy who never works out and eats nothing but burgers. Your abs are looking hot as ever.” You said with a small laugh.

“You don’t look too bad yourself!”

You smiled and got under the covers.vDean slithered into bed beside you and wrapped his strong arms around you, engulfing you in his warmth. You fell asleep thinking about how lucky you were to have Dean and Mary in your life.