If you are taking art request I think a knitting Edvin would be adorable <3

@juicingbeetles @reine-du-sourire i got two sequential asks for this so,,, well what else was i supposed to do? (i have an edvin bias if you weren't aware) (and also an ulf and wulf bias possibly)

i was gonna draw him with a perpetually tired expression but then i realized no! no he deserves a little bit of peace on this ship for once u know. edvin gets to be HAPPY enjoying knitting without being bullied or stressed! nyway i hope u guys enjoy :)

OH ALSO WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME THAT ALL THE TIME I'VE BEEN ENVYING THE TEXTURE OF OTHER PEOPLE'S ART THE BRUSH WAS RIGHT THERE THE WHOLE TIME??? AND I JUST FOUND OUT????? ANyway

Stiff Peaks and Soggy Bottoms

mood board by: @knightfall05x​ (wuv you)

summary: You, Tim, and Kon try to bake. It ends well. 

A/n: Thanks to @littleredwing89​ and @multifandomgirl-us​ for proof reading. I was watching Kitchen Nightmares while writing this. I am surprised how fluffy this came out. You can blame my need for more poly and this piece by @symeona​. I have not shut up about this piece 50 years later (Hi Sym *waves*-Fish). I forgot to mention that reader is more or less gender neutral or I attempted.

warnings: Terrible cooking

masterlist

Kon yawns, scratching at his broad chest and running his hand through his tangle of curly black hair. He blinks one eye open successfully to the dim light flooding into the end of the hall likely coming in from the living room. The lights dance, glowing softly with faded color against the dark glossy wood of the floor. 

 Kon’s first sleep-addled thought is, Oh, Aliens. Ok, cool.

 It takes his brain a full minute to realize how much that doesn’t make sense. The apartment is dead silent, lacking the telltale whirring most spaceships give off when they’re hovering, the sounds of nervous fingers tapping against a stack of papers echoing in the mostly empty space. Kon strained his ears trying to focus on the other sounds flitting in the room. He can hear the steady calming beat of your heart come off rhythm, jumping a fraction of a beat faster. It wasn’t fast enough to say you were in danger. It was just fast enough to tell that you were extremely engaged in whatever was occupying your attention. Kon thinks it over. The last time he checked looking over papers- lab reports, especially- was the bane of your existence. He listens again. This time making out the voices coming from the TV. Kon wasn’t awake enough to understand what they were saying. 

 5:47 AM

 Kon groans trying his hardest not to laugh while he stares at his phone. You are an actual psychopath. Who wakes up at 5 AM? Villains that’s who. Did you even sleep? Why do you and Tim hate sleep so much? 

 Stepping into the living room as quietly as he can, he finds you huddled against the right side of the couch far away from the TV, your thick wool comforter draped over your head and shoulders making a fluffy tent. Strands of your messy bed head sticking out and swaying as you rock on your heels. Your stack of papers long since abandoned on the arm rest beside you. Kon can’t help but smile at how adorable you looked, still sleep rumpled and red-nosed from the cold. 

 Eyes glued to the TV, you pull up your knees to your chest revealing your fuzzy Red Robin socks. Kon frowns then makes a mental note to get you some Superboy socks later. You curl deeper into your comforter, easing and pressing into the armrest. All of your apprehension fading and relaxing as the rest of the world melted away. Kon smiles devilishly at your inattention. He tiptoes towards you which was entirely unnecessary because it didn’t matter that Kon was about as stealthy as a disco ball not when all of your attention was directed at the TV. 

 Kon launches himself at you too quickly for you to even react or comment or throw a pillow at him. You shriek as he lands on you, his muscular body squishing you into the couch. You wince hoping the neighbors didn’t hear. You’re not too worried about Tim waking up considering how tired he was. 

 “Morning, gorgeous.” Kon greets, winking and wrapping his arms around your waist. The audacity. You groan attempting to glare at him. He simply gives you a dopey smile. You have to blow out a raspberry to keep yourself from smiling back. You strain your lips into a flatline. The crow’s feet at the corners of your eyes betray you though. The corner of Kon’s mouth twitches, those big baby blues shining even in the dim light. He knows he’s won you over. 

 You’re too petty and sleep-deprived to give in. You roll your eyes at him, lips still wobbling and tingling from the effort of maintaining your unimpressed frown. Still, without resistance,  you shift the comforter and refold yourself to accommodate his intrusive form. Large arms wrap around your waist tighter as he lays his head in your stomach. How he finds this position comfortable for his neck is beyond you but you do appreciate the warmth. Kon’s smile widens as he looks up at you. It looks positively smug. Your nose scrunches up bracing for whatever Kon is about to say. 

 “Aw, baaabe, it looks good on you~” You look down at the oversized Superboy hoodie you’re wearing which was two times bigger than it needed to be as was standard of your hoodies.  You mutter a curse. Kon had been pestering you to wear it. It’s not that you didn’t want to. It’s just that you had a soft spot for the Impulse hoodie Bart got you a few years ago which meant it was your got-to-hoodie despite the fact that it was fraying.  It was in the wash so you decided to give this one a try and honestly, it is really fucking comfy and more importantly warm.  You huff at him, feeling your cheeks color. You glare at him, his dopey smile still plastered on his face. You make the executive decision to ignore him. 

 This decision does not last long. 

 About two minutes into your silent treatment, Kon whines and pouts weaponizing those baby blues. “Aw come on, gorgeous, you can’t stay mad at me forever.” He nuzzles into your stomach tickling your drawing a smile out of you. He grins at you and finally, you let yourself smile back fully. “Asshole.” You grumble.  He knows you can’t resist him when he’s being cute and calling you ‘gorgeous’. That is just plain cheating. Still, you relent. You wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders, running your hand gently through his dark hair allowing your fingers to tangle in his curls. The arms around you tighten a little pulling you closer to him. 

 Kon doesn’t need a reminder of how absolutely adorable you are but it is very much appreciated. Kon loves looking at you as the soft glowing colors flash across your face highlighting your features and softening them. In the dim light of the room and under the blankets, you press closer to him all the sharp edges of Gotham's alleys stripped away leaving you sleepy-eyed and very huggable. Between you and Tim, you were the one people pointed to when they thought Gothamite but that was the fun of it. He and Tim, they were the only ones who got to see this softer you. The you that you let get enraptured by hobbies and dumb little things. Kon held you close, relishing your presence. This was the version of you they got to keep for themselves and he wouldn't trade it for the world. 

 -------

 Tim shifts feeling either side of him vacant.  Tim rolls over, arms searching for either you or Kon as his mind catches up. The warm sunlight brushes over his skin as he rolls over once again, stirring him from his sleep. Tim blinks, eyes adjusting to the morning light. 

 9: 10 AM

 He groans, shifting up and burying his head under the pillows hoping to once again fall asleep. 

 “Oh no no no no!”

 “Shush! Don’t jinx it!”

 Tim’s eye cracks open.  He lifts his head a bit tilting it to find the bedroom door open, your voices filtering in like dust in a sunbeam, pleasant but ultimately not helpful. 

 “I can’t jinx a pre-recorded show, genius!” 

 Tim sighs. Sleep was, inevitably, lost at this point. Tim debates on whether to keep himself under the covers and finally be able to hog the thick blankets. Or he could, possibly, investigate the commotion happening in your shared living room and risk freezing. Sadly, he chose the latter. 

 Blearily, Tim searches the room for a shirt only to find one of Kon’s discarded on the floor. Well, it’s not the first time he’s borrowed one of Kon’s shirts. 

 Tim wasn’t surprised to find you out of bed. After all, the idea of sitting still ate you alive. You were always, always the happiest when you were in motion when your hands were working to make something like some part of you was constantly vying for the chance to be something instead of just being. Tim completely understood the feeling. 

 Kon had once accused you of being a workaholic when in truth at the moment you had been avoiding work by doing one of your side projects. He had also accused both of you of being sleep allergic which is probably true but at least, Tim’s drink (read: poison) of choice was tea and not a cocktail of monster energy drinks and misery. 

 It was odd to find Kon out of bed though.  Kon could laze around in bed for days if you let him, so his being up was worth investigating if only to make sure the apartment didn’t burn down.  

 “Look what you did!”

 “It’s prerecorded, jackass!”

 “You cursed him and gave him a soggy bottom”

 Tim can tell just how long you’ve been glued to the T.V. based on the way your vowels slant to mimic that of the hosts. Tim’s slightly chapped lips curl as he shakes his head at the way you and Kon cock your heads towards the T.V., attention completely captured by what seems to be a cooking show. You held your breaths, waiting for the judge to say something. Kon shifts up, leaning his head against your shoulder.  Your limbs were tangled loosely against each other. It was a rare, lazy sort of affection that never failed to make Tim smile. 

 “Ok, no. That’s just mean.” You huff into Kon’s hair, looking absolutely petulant and cute. Tim works to stop an ‘aaaaawww’ rising from the back of his throat lest you throw a pillow at his head. 

 “Babe, it’s Paul Hollywood. What were you expecting?”

 “Human decency. She worked hard on that.” You whine, genuinely looking upset. 

 Seeing, your reaction Kon relents burrowing himself closer to you for comfort. “True.”

 Tim turned his attention to the T.V.. What he found made his brow shoot up. 

 “Great British Bake Off?” Tim asks, sliding into your left side and placing his head on your shoulder. There is a reason you guys bought an L-shaped couch. Said reason was named Conner Kent who liked laying on top of people. Those people being either of you. Tim snuggles into your side, earning him a kiss on his nose.   His nose scrunches feeling itchy. He lets out a small sneeze into the back of his hand. You blanch at him while Kon snorts, throwing him a box of tissues from the coffee table. 

 “Mornin’, Space Case.” You mumble giving him another kiss, this time on the corner of his lip. Tim blushes,  his face brighter than the sunlight outside your window. Tim is, sadly, incurably adorable.  

 Kon smiles at both of you smugly for what neither of you has any clue. Not until you see what Tim is wearing and not until Tim sees what you’re wearing. You groan and Tim blows out a  breath through his nose while Kon presses his positively glowing smile into your hoodie. He’s not going to shut up about this anytime soon or ever. 

 “Do you two even know anything about baking?” Tim asks, crossing his arms over his chest and smoothly changing the subject. 

 You and Kon share a look. 

 “Nope”

 “Yes”

 “Microwaves and watching this show doesn’t count.”

 “Ooook, fine. I don’t. Buuuuuut considering none of us can-”

 “I can cook.” Tim defends, clipped. You roll your eyes dramatically. Kon smirks, also doubtful. You flicker your eyes to Kon to meet his and with the brief contact, you know you’re on the same page. 

 “Microwaves don’t count, Tim.” Kon shoots back, pulling himself off you so he can show Tim the full extent of his Cheshire smile. You can see Tim drawing his hackles up, so both of you, being the little shits you are, continue to goad him. 

 “You can cook in theory,” You drawl, letting the challenge embed itself into the syllables. Tim cuts you a look. You simply look at him innocently. Tim  knows  that you’re baiting him. He definitely knows this and yet…

 “Fine!”

 “Fine?” 

 “Fine. We’ll even make something from the show!”

 “Even chocolate eclairs?” Kon says a little too eagerly. You were just gonna say meringues but chocolate eclairs sound fantastic.

 Tim throws up his arms and exasperates. “Sure! Why not?”

 You and Kon share a dopey smile, smug and preening as you look at him. Tim groans, placing his head in his hands. He knew this would happen. He knew. You and Kon high five and make a little “yeah!” noise in celebration.

 This will not end well.   

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 You twitch your lips staring down at Tim’s phone, deleting and retyping the message for the third time. You weren’t  sure  how to explain this without having Jason falling to the floor laughing. Your eyes stung from the smoke so you decided to just send him your third try. 

 Tim: Hey Jason, theoretically, say your oven caught on fire like via laser beam or something, do you just pour water on it?

 You wait a few minutes, watching the three dots indicating he was typing only for him to stop typing without replying. You make a small noise, which was thankfully lost to the bickering behind you when Jason’s phone number flashed on the screen. You’re always nervous about talking to Tim’s family. Tim had once assured you that you were overthinking it but still. To be fair, it was easier than dealing with Kon’s. Actually, no. No, it wasn’t. Both were intimidating but in very different ways. You do have to say that Jason, scary as he was, was easier to approach than say Bruce. 

 “Baby bird,” Jason says, the edge of a wheeze gripping his throat. Clearly, having just recovered from laughing his guts out. He breathes, hand slamming against what you suspect was either a kitchen countertop or a workbench or both knowing Jason. “Ok, ok, I’m good-” He clears his throat. “Kay, tell me what happened.”

 You flick your eyes toward the fire and your boys who were more or less still bickering, their voices tangling with the crackling of the flames. You’re mildly surprised that neither of them is on fire but you’re not holding your breath. They’ll probably be somehow combust in the next five minutes. You love them but they’re disasters.

 “We were trying to bake- shut up-” Jason does not snort any quieter. “And well, Tim thought-”

 “It was Kon’s idea!”

 “You let me!” Kon defends sounding utterly betrayed. 

 You groan and Jason snickers.  “What do we do?”

 “Have you tried apologizing to it?”

 “Jason, I’m being serious.”

 “So am I. Now, apologize.” You sigh exasperatedly. Waynes are assholes. 

 Tim raises a brow at you and you give him a shrug not really knowing what to tell him. “Apparently, we need to apologize to the oven.” You deadpan, immediately regretting even relaying it. How have you never decked Jason? It wasn’t fear. After all, you’ve decked Batman. Ok, in your defense lack thereof, that one was by accident or moreover reflexive. 

 “Hey Kon”

 “Both of you have to apologize too!”

 “First of all, I was in the bathroom getting towels when you two chucklefucks decided to use laser vision to preheat the oven.”

 You hear Jason fall out of his chair. Distantly, you hear someone calling Jason an idiot but you weren’t too familiar with the voice. You instantly thank yourself for not turning on the camera considering what state you three were in. Kon was covered in chocolate, your hair-as well as your poor phone- was caked in batter, and Tim? Tim was covered in everything but mostly flour which keeps making his nose twitch like a rabbit. Though, you wouldn’t be surprised if Kon’s already taken a few pictures. You yourself have taken a few.  

 “Ok but seriously what do we do?”

 You hear some rustling and a chair squeaking back into place. 

 “No…”

 “First off, did you close the oven?” Your eyes flicker to them. Placing Tim’s phone between your shoulder and ear, you mime the advice. Tim frowns skeptical but Kon kicks the oven closed anyway. 

“Ok, it’s closed now. Should we put water in it?”

 “NO. Have you never put out a kitchen fire before? How do you three eat?”

 “We live in the middle of downtown, what do you think?”

 Jason sighs disbelieving and finally sounding appropriately exasperated. You could see him running his hand over his face.  “Who let you three live together?” This made your lips twitch up. “I dunno. Kon and I just started mooching on Tim and then suddenly we each got a key to the apartment.” It was an oversimplification of events but there was a fire and you had to get at least one joke in. 

 “Do your neighbors have- Wait, don’t you have a Kryptonian clone with freeze breath?”

 You blink and slap your palm against your forehead. The other two seemed to get what you had just remembered and act appropriately with Tim looking defeated and Kon finding the situation hilarious. 

 “Thanks, Jay.” You mutter wanting the Earth to swallow you whole. Esme, your chubby rat, squeaked nuzzling against you as she wormed her way out of your hoodie. She may or may not have been the primary reason for the size of your hoodies. She smiles at the phone, wide-eyed and happy as if she could see Jason. You hear a soft laugh coming from Jason’s end. 

 “Is that Esme?” Your brow ticks up not quite sure how to answer. “Uh yeah.” You answer dumbly, giving Esme little scritches that she leaned into happily making all her little happy noises.     

 “Give her a cuddle for me.” You give Esme a kiss on her nose and she snuggles in reciprocation. Kon pouts face still full of chocolate, “Where’s mine?”

 “You’ll get one once our apartment isn’t about to burn down.”   

 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Fresh out of the shower, you plop down next to Tim letting your wet hair flop onto his face and his fuzzy Wonder Girl sweatshirt. Tim huffs at you taking another bite out of the hot fresh-ly ordered stuffed crust pizza. The cheese was still gooey and molten. It made your stomach rumble like nobody’s business. You whine childishly trying to get Tim to hand you one. He looks at you, mouthful of pizza, and grabs one only to hand it to Kon. You gasp at him. You stretch your legs over their laps in protest only to retract them immediately after Kon pokes at your feet a couple of times tickling you. 

 You hide behind Tim, glaring at Kon and sticking your tongue out. Tim, the traitor, moves out of the way letting Kon’s long arms capture you. You shriek almost sounding like Esme as he pulls you in sitting you in his lap. You sigh in defeat as Kon places his chin on your head. You don’t even want to see the triumphant smirks on both their faces. 

 You grab a slice and through the mouthful of cheese and grease, you murmur “We really need to learn how to cook.” Tim hums in agreement, leaning against Kon, aka the cuddliest heater in the world. You lean back into Kon as another signature bake is brought up to the judges. You all watch with bated breaths as you wait for the results. 

 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 You marvel at the fresh ingredients laid before you and the posh man standing in your kitchen rolling up his sleeves. 

 “Hey, Duckie, are we in trouble?” Kon whispers from behind you. He’s got your back, he said. 

 “Kind of?” Tim bleats, his voice a little high. 

 You snort raising an eyebrow at him hiding your smile behind your hand. “Timmy, what does kind of mean?” 

 “I can hear you.” Alfred deadpans. You and Kon stiffen.  You’re pretty sure even Tim straightens up, probably out of habit. 

 “Do any of you know how to cook?” Alfred asks in the primmest sounding accent you’ve ever heard. 

 “Nope, we live downtown for a reason.” You snark reflexively. Tim glares at you and hisses silently.  You shrink and mutter an apology which Alfred takes graciously.

 “I am assuming you don’t then. Well, it’s lucky that I have a free afternoon.”

 Tim eyes him suspiciously. “What happened to B?”

 “Your father can take care of himself.”

 “You sure?”

You think you see Alfred smile at that. 

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thanks for reading!

tag list:  @batarella , @anothertimdrakestan , @lucy-roo , @multifandomgirl-us , @idkmanicantenglish ,@birdy-bat-writes ,  @boosyboo9206 , @americasmarauders , @l-inkage @arestorationofbalance , @cloudie-skay , @wunderstell

Hi um...I just got back into the arcana after a long absense and stubled upon this gem of a blog and adore your headcannons so maybe if ot isnt too much the cast with a highly sensitive empath mc? If not all then maybe just Julian, muriel, and lucio?

I literally love this idea, thank you so much for requesting! There are so many parts of it to think about and it’s really cute but also angsty if we want it to, just 10/10 I only did Julian, Muriel, and Lucio in this request, but I’m going to do the other three in a separate post just so things don’t get too long :) 

warnings: none!

-Julian Devorak-

Julian was probably amazed that he was meeting a real life empath, since he’s only ever read about them, so he was probably a bit awkward at first

He didn’t know how to feel about someone knowing how he feels, because you know what that means? He can’t hide his insecurities behind witty remarks and flamboyant dramatics! :(

But he got used to it pretty quick, because it was actually nice not having to put his feelings into words? You’d just know and understand 

You know just what to say, to the point he doesn’t even mind that he can’t hide emotions from you. Resting his head on your chest while you play with his hair and speak softly is probably the most peaceful he’s ever felt

He’s forever grateful to you for waking him up from nightmares when you sense them going south as you hold him close, you can feel his pure gratitude and love and it’s worth the sleep loss

He feels like the luckiest guy in the world having someone like you, and has absolutely no idea how he would manage without you. So, obviously, he tries to repay your favors however he can 

Large crowds can be really overwhelming for you sometimes, so he does his best to keep you away from them as much as he can

Once in a market, he looked away from you for two seconds only to turn back to you nearly sobbing. Not realizing it was your magic, he lowkey freaked out and dragged you to a side street, where he stooped down and began asking if you were feeling ill plus normal worry-wart Julian stuff

You managed to hiccup out an explanation that one of the merchants had lost her entire family recently, and you had felt her emotions

From then on, he always watches for signs that you’re being overwhelmed

Considering Julian’s a doctor and very observant, he’d probably learn the signs of when your empath abilities are starting to affect you 

Whenever he notices it, he’ll tuck his cloak around you and gets you to a quieter place to help you sort out all the emotions in your head

He doesn’t show it, but you crying is almost physically painful for him

Overall though, he’s very supportive in his own dramatic way, and always super proud whenever you make progress with your magic, like learning to subdue it’s effects. Because yes! You go! 

-Muriel- 

Was not a fan of someone automatically knowing how he felt

He distanced himself from you at first, not wanting to become an open book for you to read

But, of course, you’re not one to be easily resisted and he found himself warming up to you. You never pressed for answers about his emotions, but instead helped him through his feelings and let him tell you what he felt comfortable telling, which he really appreciated

And not having to try to put his emotions into words was such a weight off his shoulder, and made him realize maybe your abilities aren’t all that bad

It’s really cute to feel how much his emotions can change just by having you around

Like he’ll be bored and kinda annoyed, but then you walk in and he’s suddenly happier and more relaxed

He knows large crowds can overwhelm your emotions if you aren’t careful, and he’s more than happy to steer clear of them with you. However, when you do have to go through crowded areas, he puts on his brave face because he knows how hard they are for you

Muriel is always very observant of you because he’s overprotective, so he can usually tell when your powers are starting to overwhelm you so he can get you somewhere quiet to calm down at

He hates seeing you cry, especially because there’s nothing he can really do to help you when your powers are overwhelming you

But he knows being frustrated won’t help you any, so he’ll just draw you in close with his big arms, and let you stay there for however long you need, talking only if you want to

H’ell keep a warm fire going, give you the fluffiest blankets, and bring Inanna to sit on your lap because she’s very adept at soothing your emotions

If you’re really upset and you happen to be at the hut, he’ll fetch one of the chicks and let you hold it because how can you be sad with something so small and fluffy in your hands?

He’s a very good listener and will let you ramble on about your frustrations for as long as you need

Quietly proud of you with a small smile whenever you learn to control your empath abilities better

-Count Lucio-

The moment he met you he had so many questions because, let’s face it, that’s a pretty cool power you have. He thought it was amazing how you could just know how people felt

But he didn’t think it was so amazing when you could sense his emotions when he was feeling anything but happy, victorious, or cool

He lowkey forgot that your powers worked on him like anyone else until you softly said his name and asked if he wanted to talk. Then he was even more upset that you knew he was upset, and he couldn’t pretend to be your big, strong, unbeatable knight in shining armor

You gave him time though, and he eventually got used to the idea

Sometimes he doesn’t want to talk about it, and he’ll just cuddle up next to you and relax knowing that someone knows how he feels. Other times he needs to get it off his chest and will just ramble on and on while you listen

Either way he’s grateful and promises to spoil you afterwards

Which he absolutely does, let me tell you. This man literally can’t wrap his head around the idea his lover is a literal empath so he’s going to spoil you however he can

This includes, but is not limited to, randomly picking you up and peppering you with kisses, buying you expensive outfits, and buying you animals you like (which are not only cute, but help soothe you when your powers get the better of you!)

It’s actually really sweet to feel his pure adoration for you just radiating off in waves with that big, cheeky grin of his

His jealousy is not so cute. You feel that and are instantly c o n c e r n e d

Tries to keep you away from large crowd, but he also Lucio helps you out of your comfort zone a bit and have fun :) He still can’t get over how pretty you look when you forget about your powers and let go

But he feels very bad for not noticing the signs of your powers overwhelming you because he got caught up in the moment, so he always apologizes and is extra sweet when comforting you

Sometimes he feels out of his depth when comforting you because you’re an empath being overwhelmed by other people’s emotions and he barely understands all this magic stuff, but he refuses to just give up

This often includes bringing in Mercedes and Melchoir to cuddle you, letting you lay on his chest, and getting your favorite pastries

Lowkey gets mad at other people when you sense their negative emotions and it upsets you, but he’s too worried about you to go and start trouble

He’s your personal cheerleader as you make progress with your abilities :)

An Ideal Life (Din Djarin x Mechanic! Reader)

Request: Could you maybe do a fic or hc (whichever is easier) where the reader is the assistant mechanic to Peli Motto, and helps fix the ship and shes the one who's finds the child and mando is like ahhhhhh? And its really cute and fluffy thanks youuuuuuuu I love your stuff cant wait to see all u write

A/N: Mild Swearing

-

Being the assistant to Peli Motto is not the ideal life. Mos Eisley is mostly run-down, lacking the liveliness that the Hutts had given it, not that you were complaining. Peli is a very generous employer and she is something of a motherly figure in your life. You live in the small, extra bedroom that Peli has in the Docking Bay and fare pretty well. Not being a slave is the closest you can get to an ideal life and so you accept everything that comes your way as if it is the greatest gift you have ever received. All of this didn’t stop you from dreaming, though. 

When the Razor Crest lands in the Docking Bay in all of its pre-Imperial glory, you cannot help but stare in awe at the machinery and metal that lands in front of you. Yet, when it barely lands on its feet, the facade is broken from all the smoke that clouds your vision. Peli pays no attention to the ship whatsoever, letting the droids do all the work. When blaster rays hit the dirt, making the droids cower in fear, you jump up and walk out of your little room with Peli following close behind. 

“Hey! What did those little guys ever do to you?” you ask, immediately going over to the droids to ensure they have not obtained any bad injuries. 

“You damage one of my droids, you’ll pay for it,” Peli remarks, angrily pointing her clipboard at the armored man. It takes you a moment to realize that the man in front of you is dressed in all Beskar, shining brighter than the ship behind him. You are awestruck for a moment, the droids forgotten about entirely. His helmet is especially familiar and you take a moment to recall a bounty hunter that had lived on Tatooine with the same type of helmet. 

“Just keep them away from my ship,” he mutters lowly, the droids scurrying away from the ship to hide from the man who had been shooting at them. 

“Yeah? You think that’s a good idea, do you?” you walk over to Peli, allowing her to argue her way into more credits as you survey the ship and investigate the sources of gray smoke coming from inside.

“I’ll take forever to get the carbon scoring off,” you comment as you walk around the ship, silently noticing the way that the Mandalorian watches you and pays no attention to Peli. “It looks like you were in a shoot out, but what do I know. I’m just a mechanic’s assistant.”

“We’ll need a special tool for that,” Peli states and you frown as you look at the spot on the ship, seeing no issues. You stay silent, though, because you know that the more she goes on, the more money you usually receive in the end. It does not stop you from feeling a little guilty, though. Peli continues and you take a step back, turning to glance at the Mandalorian and flush when he stares directly at you. 

“I’ve got 500 Imperial Credits,” his voice remains monotonous and you conclude that Peli has done nothing to help your case. 

“That’s all you got?” Peli snatches the credits quickly out of his hand, turning them over in her hand. “What do you think?”

She looks directly at you and you can feel the Mandalorian turn to you, watching for your decision. Yet, you lift your chin in retaliation, nervously swallowing as your throat dries from fear. 

“It should at least cover the hangar,” you can feel the stare of the Mandalorian even through the shade of his visor and try not to crack under the pressure of this Beskar-clad man. 

“I’ll get you your money,” you let out a breath as he turns back to Peli.

“Hm. I’ve heard that before,” Peli gives in, knowing that this would be the most work you would be getting in a couple of months. She is relentless, though, she will milk this man for all of his credits.

“Just remember,” he begins, glancing over at the droids who cower behind storage crates.

“Yeah, no droids. I heard you. That’s what she’s for,” Peli points at you and the Mandalorian turns his head to nod slightly before walking out of the hangar, most likely headed toward the Cantina to find more work. 

You begin your work quickly, going to your box and grabbing the tools so that you can begin repairs on the fuel tank. 

“What are you doing?” Peli asks as she walks over to her stool where she plays Sabbac with the droids. 

“My job,” you state and the woman shakes her head with a smile as she begins to deal out the Sabbac cards. You work for a while, allowing yourself to get lost in the wires and parts. It was sort of therapeutic for you to work on these ships that come from far out planets. As you fix the wiring of ships you like to imagine where the ship came from and what could have caused the damage that scarred the metal.

Your imagination runs wild until you hear a high-pitched cry come from inside of the ship. You instantly flinch, walking out from under the ship and pulling out a large wrench that could be used for hitting anything that would come out at you. Behind you, Peli asks one of the droids to bring her blaster as you slowly approach the ramp of the ship. 

“Be careful,” Peli cries out as you hold the wrench out, inching slowly toward the ramp. As you approach, you notice a small green creature stumble down the ramp. Instantly your heart jumps in your chest at the crestfallen expression on the face of the creature, hearing it coo sadly. It walks toward you at the base of the ramp and reaches its arms out as if it wants you to hold it. You instantly assume that this creature is a baby and pick it up in your arms, cradling it and fixing his clothing so that it is secured around him.

“Did that big shiny man leave you in the ship all alone?’ the child coos in agreement and you cannot help but smile as he reaches to play with a strand of your hair. 

“How do you know it’s not deadly?” Peli asks, walking forward as she assumes it’s safe now that you have the child in your arms.

“It’s just a baby, Peli,” you shake your head and sigh, looking back at the ship. There were still a few repairs to be done and you sigh, turning to give the child to Peli.

“No, no. I’ll work on the ship, you watch the kid,” she huffs and takes a couple of tools from your belt, walking over to the ship. “We’ll charge him extra for this.”

You shake your head and sit down, smiling brightly as you ask the droids to bring some of the porridge from the kitchen that you had made last night. You softly coo at the child, bouncing him in your arms. He giggles and places his hands on your face, taking you in wholly. For a moment, you allow yourself to wonder what your life would be if you did not live on a desert planet with barely any population. What a life full of love and success would feel like with a lover and even a child. The clanking of the droids breaks you out of your stupor and you thank them softly, taking the bowl and the spoon from their metal hands. Gently, you stir it and feed it to the child in small increments, feeling the happiness warm your body when he happily eats it up. 

When the child finishes, you find a small basket and some blankets to pad the basket to create a makeshift bassinet where the child could sleep. After burping the child and allowing it doze off in your arms, you lay it down and tuck it in with another thin blanket. This allows you to get up and stretch, bringing the baby along with you to a cooler area as Peli sits down to rest. You do not even notice the Mandalorian return, unable to hear the shifting of his armor as he enters and walks to his ship. 

“Hey!” the loud shout wakes the baby and your eyes instantly widen when it begins to cry out. “Where is he?” 

You gently shush the child, picking him up in your arms and bouncing him to comfort him as he cries. 

“Over here,” you call out as the baby’s cries are reduced to sniffles, again reaching out to play with your hair. The Mandalorian walks over and stands next to you, staring down at you and the child. His stature and sheer heftiness intimidate you but when the child sees him, the fears melt away as he reaches out toward the Mandalorian. The Mandalorian reaches out his finger for the child to take and you can hear your heart fluttering in your chest as you take in how close the three of you are. 

“Why was he alone?” you ask softly, not wanting to reprimand the man’s parenting skills but also not wanting to let him off with a free pass for abandoning his child on the ship.

“I have no one else to take care of him,” he tells you and you look up at him, the Mandalorian staring down at you through his helmet. For a moment, all is silent and you want to offer yourself as a caretaker for the child. This dream is broken when the child laughs and you remember that you are a simple mechanic on a desolate planet in the Outer Rim.

“Well, it’s not good for a child to be left alone,” you begin, chastising him softly. “Especially with one that has many hazards.” 

“Thank you,” he mutters and your heart skips a beat as he walks away to talk to Peli about the ship. Your cheeks flush and you sigh, shaking your head. To fall for a man you just met? It was the isolation speaking. 

The Mandalorian leaves with a bag in his hand, most likely to aid in his hunt for a bounty. Peli continues to add to the price of the ship, walking with him out the door. You cannot help but smile as the child giggles, pulling on the loose strands of your hair. To be with the Mandalorian was a dream, but not an ideal life. 

You take care of the child for the rest of the day, feeding him when you eat your dinner. Peli thanks you for the simple meal and you continue to entertain the child with various bobbles in your room. When he finds sleep, you tuck him into his bed and hope that he does not wake during the night. Staring up at your ceiling, you fall asleep thinking about a life where you live with the Mandalorian and the child on his shining star of a ship. A small three-fingered hand on your face wakes you in the morning. The baby stares down at you as he stands next to your pillow, patting your face with his hand. It takes you a moment to reorient yourself with the events of the previous day, but you pick up the child and stand, stretching your back after resting on the hardened mattress. 

“Let’s make breakfast, shall we?” you smile as you speak to the child, him cooing in somewhat of an agreement. The two of you venture on with the day, visiting Peli as she finishes up the work done on the ship. As much she complains about working, you know that she finds joy in putting together these old machines to help other people get off the planet because she longs for freedom off Tatooine as well. The day is uneventful and as the night falls once more, you begin to worry about the Mandalorian. Does bounty hunting usually take this long?

Your question is answered when an unfamiliar man walks into the hangar, blaster up and at the ready. Peli had gone to the cantina to celebrate the completion of her hard work while you stayed in with the baby. 

“I bet you’re the bitch who comforts the Mandalorian at night,” he spits out and you flinch, the words burning like venom in your veins. 

“Who are you?” you ask, scanning around for anything that could be used as a weapon.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m just here to lure the Mandalorian in so that I can take him to the bounty guild and be named a leader. Maybe I’ll take you as my prize,” the man rushes forward and rips the child out of your arms, instantly making the baby cry out. “You’re gonna get in the ship and we’re gonna wait for your boyfriend to come back.”

You instantly follow his instructions, your heart shattering as you watch the child reach out and cry for you. Your footsteps are heavy on the ramp, a silent prayer going out as you hope the Mandalorian is close enough to hear the distress of you and the child. When he finally does enter, the foreign man digs the end of his blaster into your skull.

“Walk,” he mutters and you obey, seeing the low light of the hangar glint off the Beskar of the Mandalorian. “Took you long enough, Mando.”

Your hands hang limply at your sides and you feel the metal of your wrench dig into your skin, making itself known. 

“Looks like I’m calling the shots now, huh? Partner?” you continue to walk down the ramp, painfully aware of the baby who whimpers in fear behind you in the arms of a stranger. “Drop your blaster and raise em’.”

The Mandalorian follows his instructions and you grip the wrench in your hands, prepared to lash out at the man. 

“Put the cuffs on him,” the man pushes you slightly and you huff, clenching your jaw in anger. 

“How about no?” you state and reach back, grabbing the blaster. You pull it out of his hand as you grab the wrench in your tool belt, spinning around to strike him across the temple. He falls back and drops the child, disoriented by the blow to his head. You pick up the baby and run to a darkened corner, holding his face to your chest to shield him from the sight of his father shooting a man. 

Instantly, the man is killed and you can hear the blood rushing in your ears. You cannot panic, though, because you have to calm the baby who cries softly in your arms. The Mandalorian instantly walks over to you and you hold out the baby for him to take from you. Surprisingly, he does not take the baby. Instead, he wraps his arms around you as well as you are engulfed in his arms. You do not even comprehend the sharp edges of his armor that dig into your skin, distracted by the smell of the Mandalorian himself. It comforts you, his scent, and it comforts the baby. He smells of smoke and wood and you allow yourself to melt into his arms, feeling the chin of his helmet rest on the top of your head.

When the two of you separate, you see Peli enter the hangar. 

“Look at the mess you’ve made here!” she states and pauses, seeing the body of the man lying by the ship. “What happened?”

“He attacked your assistant,” the Mandalorian speaks and you smile sheepishly at Peli, bouncing the child in your arms. 

“Oh goodness, are you okay?” Peli asks, rushing over to fret over you as if she were your mother. 

“I’m an adult, Peli, I’m fine. It takes more than an amateur bounty hunter to hurt me. I was more worried about the child,” you state, reaching up to fondly rub at the edges of the child’s ear.

“Well, your ship is done but with all the ruckus that’s gone on, I guess you haven’t been paid,” Peli sighs and you can feel her giving into your fondness for the child. You can feel her already deciding to let the man off, but the Mandalorian takes a small sack from the body of the man and dumps its contents into Peli’s hand.

“Is this enough?” he asks and turns to you and the child.

“Yeah, it’s enough.”

“How much to take your assistant off your hands?” his question confuses you and for a moment you feel offended for being treated as property.

“She’s not a slave,” Peli interjects, voicing your thoughts for you.

“How much to hire her to take care of the kid?” he asks, his voice softening as he looks to the child who coos, touching his hand to your cheek.

“That’s not up to me, is it?” Peli turns to you and you feel as if all the moisture in your mouth as escaped you. Your throat closes in fear and excitement. Was this it? Your escape?

“You can’t leave the child by itself,” the words tumble out of your mouth before you can even comprehend and the Mandalorian takes this as you accepting to his agreement. He takes the child out of your arms to allow you to pack up. Rushing to your room, you have few personal items that you stuff into a duffle bag with your tool kit. If you were going to be traveling with the man then you were going to also ensure that the ship’s maintenance would be maintained. 

When you walk out of your room, you instantly capture Peli in a hug. Tears pool in your eyes and you sigh, smiling sadly at her.

“You were always destined for more, kid.”

You fondly pat the heads of all three droids before rushing into the ship after the Mandalorian, refusing to look back in fear that you would drown in your tears on the ramp. The ramp closes behind you and you sigh, finding a small area of bedding where you assume you will be sleeping on the ship. The Mandalorian takes you to the cockpit, handing you the child after you have strapped into the seat. Your smile widens as he gently rubs the edge of the child’s ear before turning to start the ship up, lifting off the ground and into the sky. This is not your escape, nor is it a dream. This is your ideal life.

The BEN-nefits of Fake Dating

Hello! @littlespoiltthing​ it is I!!! Your Secret Santa revealed! Here is a one shot I wrote (with a title inspired by @littlespoiltthing​ ‘s own beautiful work) for @dtfrogertaylor​‘s Christmas Event. Enjoy everyone!!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x fem!Reader

Words: 2412

Warnings: Families, kissing, swearing, Christmas, grandparents, and parents being grandparents and parents. Sex, engagement, and kids are mentioned, nudity but nothing graphic. Plus a LOT was inspired by the Hallmark movie Holiday Engagement

Genre: Fluff and a bit of Angst!

“If I have to see you single again on another Christmas, I’ll jump off a bridge!” your grandmother whined over the phone. You sighed deeply, out of reach of the phone on the speaker in your hand.

“She’s joking, of course!” your mom interjected.

Yeah right, with another year and another ring less finger in the midst of an Instagram feed full of clean, French manicures with the largest diamonds sparkling on the left hand with two billion likes, you had had it. Especially since a lot of those clean, French manicured hands of yours with large sparkling diamonds on the left hand with two billion likes were in your family.

So now every head that was female and greying turned to you in anticipation. And every holiday, from their wrinkled, pink lips and their hot breath full of peppermint came the dreaded question with the monotone, dreaded answer.

Then came Ben.

Charming. Funny. Smart. Single. Ben.

He sat in your car on the passenger side and his eyes widened at your grandmother’s comment.

“Oh, I just want you to be happy, dear! And know you’re taken care of!”

Your grandmother forgot to recall the new world of college degrees, Netflix nights with friends, job choices, and vibrators to think a man could possibly be in the picture for women in the 21st century.

This was where Ben came in. Especially his job for the next week.

Ben clicked his tongue a little and bit his lips in a way that almost made you miss the turn.

He reached over the clicked the red button on the phone to end the call.

“Well, she’s a little mad.”

“She’s mad for babies, that’s what. I think she just wants babies to play with without changing diapers or, you know, responsibility” you said.

“Maybe I should’ve brought a dog, then” Ben quipped.

It was ideal. But too ideal. Ben and you were friends. Just. Friends. No matter what your stomach felt. No matter what fantasies you had at night. Just friends.

But it was nice to live that fantasy for a week. Merry frickin’ Christmas.

You pulled the car over to the park and walked into the big house. Already a lot of your family had entered in and were having drinks in red cups as a sports game blared on the tv as opposed to nice Christmas music tinkling away.

“Oh, honey, welcome!” your mother greeted, walking in with a big hug, the red arms of her red sweater outstretched.

“And is this your boyfriend?”

“Oh, yes, I’m Ben, Ben Jones.” He greeted. He had a polite smile and had engaged in his role. Today’s audition he had to read the role of boyfriend to shut up the Karens for a week. Only no real script except what was discussed, and pure improv. Good thing he was paid to leap off of trucks and shoot fake guns for Micheal Bay.

How hard could it be? After all hard was his name. His stage name.

Your grandmother gawked at you.

“Oh my gosh! What a cutie! I haven’t seen a butt that perky since your grandfather in ’72!” “Grandma!” you gasp, but giggling anyway.

You hug your mom very tightly, so much you can smell her. Ben merely gives her a platonic handshake.

But Ben handles being the dutiful boyfriend very well. People go over and drill questions into him. He hesitates a little and then replies quietly.

“So Ben, what job do you have.”

“I’m an actor, film, and television.”

Though one cousin of yours, who is at least six foot five and the size of a buffalo storms over, almost to Ben’s face. If it were not for the reindeer antlers hanging from his head, you probably would have been nervous.

“I’ll tell you Jonesey, my cousin, Y/N, is the sweetest, smartest, best girl ever.”

“I know! I wouldn’t be datin’ ‘er if she wasn’t!” Ben replies. His hands shoot out in front of him.

You can feel yourself biting your cheek insides in order not to smile.

Your cousin practically grabs him by the shirt collar and lifts him almost.

“If you break her heart or hurt her, I swear to God, man, I’ll cut your nuts off!”

“I-I won’t!” Ben insists being lowered to the ground.

But right as Ben turns around and sees your brother and you feel your stomach turn a little. Are your family members ganging up on poor Ben?

But he just nods his head and says “I think you seem like a nice guy, Ben, so ditto. But Y/N is a tough cookie, I trust you with her. And I trust her” he adds, he picks up his mug in the shape of Frosty the Snowman and lifts it as a toast in your direction.

Pretending to be dating was almost too easy. Natural, even.

It seems like forever, but the guests eventually filter their way out. Your family sighs deeply Your stepfather throws himself on the couch, almost melting into it.

“Well somebody has to pick up the dogs tomorrow…”

You can see Ben’s face light up.

“Dogs?” Ben interrupts, widening into the smile of a seagull offered a crumb of bread.

Your mom is a little taken aback.

“Uhm, yes…we have two German Shepherd puppies. We had to put them in a daycare center for the party. They’re cute, but a little rowdy,” she warned, shuffling her feet.

You have to hold Ben back from jumping into the car and picking them up now.

“I’ll go, why, I’ll even drive!”

“Well, thank you, Ben!”

“Anything for my best…”

You kick him softly into the back of his leg, threating harder later if he doesn’t keep it together.

“Anything for my best girl! That is! The best girlfriend ever!”

The night gets darker and everyone is exhausted from the greeting party.

“You guys are fine sharing a bed, is that right? Well, the only bed available is Y/N’s old bed…” your stepfather begins.

You are both muttering and Ben’s turning very pink.

“Yes, Dad! We are thinking about moving in, soon, so sharing a bed isn’t a problem.”

But you both head to the room, lock the door and sigh.

“This is gonna be harder than I thought.” You confess.

“I think we’re doing great!” Ben adds optimistically, looking around at the trinkets and clothes left on hangers and chairs in your room. “And we don’t have to sleep together, I brought an air mattress.”

Fighting the urge to wince from the comment, you begin chewing your bottom lip.

“I need to go to bed, when do you shower? There’s only two up here.” You suggest, fanning out your top from the sweat you gathered.

“Mornin” Ben added, noticing an old book on your shelf and curiously thumbing through it.

As you take some towels and walk off, you bump into your mother getting a laundry basket.

“Do you think they liked the cake I made?” she asked.

“Oh, they definitely did!” you assure.

“I just think I may not have put enough icing, you know the family always goes for the heavy sweet stuff”

“Oh, mom, your baking is always great! Fyi, Ben got a really big slice today if that’s a sign!” you tease.

She taps your shoulder lovingly.

“And how’s your relationship with Ben going?”

You pull your hands under the towel and squeeze.

“It’s…good mom, really good.”

“It’s just that today I noticed you didn’t hug or hold hands or kiss that much” she murmured, relaxing her arms so that the empty laundry basket seemed to dangle from her grasp.

“We wanted to be respectful. You wouldn’t want to see your daughter making out with a guy all evening, would you!”

Your mother’s eyes sparkled as if hesitant to give you an unexpected answer.

“Well, of course not!”

“Besides,”  you say, turning to the bathroom and opening the door “he’s the kind of person who’d rather be private about touchy stuff, you know?”

Your mother hums in understanding and turns off to her room.

A warm homey shower and a nice bedtime routine got you all settled. Cleanliness of your body and mouth seemed to free you from the weariness of the social demands and your mental worries of what could go wrong.

But there was one more thing that did go a little wrong. When you walked back into your room Ben was lifting the blanket to get into the air mattress.

In his birthday suit.

You let out a scream and turned away immediately, not sure whether to be thankful or mortified or both. Ben saw you and let out a small yelp as well, he grabbed an old pillow and put it right over his junk. His whole head turned pink.

“I’m so sorry. You were taking your time and I thought I’d be under by the time you…y’know!!!” He seemed to curl down and you fought the powerful urge not to let your eyes wander to his eight-pack.

“Just put on some underwear for the love of God!”

You manage to get him in underwear and your mother's fluffy pink robe full of flowers. Almost scoffing, you flop on your bed and fall asleep almost at once.

What you don’t see is Ben turning his head to look at you. He can’t go to sleep quite yet. Thoughts are racing thought his head far too fast for him to catch one and examine it.

Being in your room, seeing all your old trinkets, clothes, books, and even toys everywhere. Bits of your personality shine out to him. And now a younger, but your deeper, almost private self is now all around him.

He adores it and his heart is bursting silently. With widening eyes, he keeps still on the bed and observes each tiny detail as if it is a clue to reveal a bit more about you.

And there you are, your face turned right to face his, eyes closed and deep asleep. He admires how there’s a bit of moonlight from the window falling on you and he can see you.

There you are so close. If he got up now, he could touch your hand perhaps and even stir. He could place his head against your heart to feel how after everything today that it’s beating just, so, so slow. Your lips are curved into a smile. Is it a dream, perhaps? His hand almost reaches out, wanting to trace every bit of your face but he stops himself.

He nestles down on the pillow and your face is the last thing he sees before he closes his eyes and drifts off into uneasy rest.

Nights like these got quieter as the days got repetitive. There was a lot of smiling and conversing with each other in the day and in the evening, you both would be quiet. The air dripping with words that wanted to be said and yet could not be said for fear of something dying.

One evening the clock had struck one in the morning and neither one of you had gotten any sleep other than tossing and turning.

“Let’s just watch Christmas movies together!” Ben suggests childishly, and you nod. You two will sneak downstairs and watch The Grinch and Netflix together. One evening, Ben suggested The Snowman.

“It’s on Youtube, have you ever seen it?”

“No!”

“Let’s watch it!” Ben says, whipping out his phone and suggesting you scoot over.

It’s hard not to let your head fall on his shoulder and you force yourself to keep the slightest distance.

At the very end of the short little feature, the magical Snowman had melted, leaving the little boy alone in the snow as the credits rolled over a soft song with an orchestra and boy soprano.

Ben was bawling quietly.

“Oh my god…every bloody time…”

But as you reach over, you wipe off the tears and he looks right at you. You are both quiet.

“Go back to sleep, I need to have a smoke before I sleep.”

It had been a long smoke too.

On Christmas Eve, it was another small gathering. Mainly Grandma. She was eyeing you two as if she was watching the last five minutes of a Game of Thrones episode for any sudden, shocking twist or turn.

Like a kiss. Or a hug.

Ben could tell something was up and pulled up to her. “Well hello there, I’m Ben Jones, I don’t think I’ve talked with you much yet, but I’m dating your granddaughter.”

She nodded and gigged. Her eyes shone and brought energy not felt for about fifty years

“I know, we haven’t talked!” she replied, raising her shoulders a little in shyness.

“And I can’t leave a lovely lady all by herself!” Ben added with a wink.

You smiled. Ever the charmer where it counted.

You went over to the kitchen and heated up two mugs of hot milk and picked tow packets of hot chocolate.

But as you walked over to hand them to Ben right by the doorway there was a sudden burst of “OOOOOOOHHHHH!” from your brother.

There was mistletoe hanging over the two of you.

Mistletoe that wasn’t there yesterday.

You and Ben stared at each other, blinking. Then you looked at your grandmother, eyes wide and nodding.

You gave him a short peck. His lips were cold and reeked of onions from the pizza you ate, but it was soft and plump.

Ben looked back at you, dazed. You only half heard the cheering from everyone and the toasts.

You both looked at each other, the party went on, but it was as if you two were the only ones in the world.

“Y/N…” he starts….”I think I need some air…” he confesses.

“Me too…” you say, following after.

You both rush, the air is cool and soft, not freezing like the typical Christmas Eve and with a disappointingly green front yard in front of you and a semi-clear sky.

Before you can say anything, Ben looks up at you shyly.

“Can I kiss you properly? And date you proper? Not for fake…”

You take your hands on each side of his face, his green eyes grow to the size of your neighbors' bushes.

“Uhm…it that a yes? It was a pretty bad kiss back…”

“Shut up” you insist before locking your lips onto yours for a much bigger improvement.

🛁 for Mac, 🤕 for Robin, please and thank you, give me all the softness™

🛁 warm bath“Kiddo, you feeling okay?” Jack asks.“Just tired,” Mac says. “And sore. And muddy.” He runs his hands through his hair, although he’s not sure which of them is dirtier. He’s been crawling through mud for the past three days. The rain hasn’t ever been strong enough to actually clean it off, just enough to be miserable. He’s been cold, wet, and tired for the entirety of the mission. He just wants to go home.Jack rests his hand on Mac’s shoulder. He’s not muddy. Jack got to spend the op schmoozing their target, thanks to his old CIA cover that meant he knew the head of a home-grown militia…and his penchant for working with illegal arms dealers.Mac isn’t jealous. He’s not. Jack’s job was to convince the man he wanted in with the whole organization and get the locations of his weapons stashes (the guy is a stickler for staying off the grid, which meant Riley didn’t have any digital footprint to hack), and Mac’s was to disarm them. Which meant crawling through the mud in a bunch of abandoned camp sites. He shivers and rubs his arms. He still feels cold. Jack glances at him. “You are definitely not okay. When we get to the safe house we are gonna get you warm and clean. Got it?”Mac nods. He huddles a little closer to Jack in the seat of the stolen military truck Jack broke them out of the compound with. He’s still driving hard, pedal to the metal even over the rough roads, although Mac thinks his log pile trick probably stopped any pursuit.It seems like forever before the truck stops outside a small cabin. Jack turns off the engine and hops out, and grabs a key hidden on the side of a tree to open the door. Inside, the building is chilly and damp, but at least protected from the wind. Jack starts a fire in the potbelly stove, and Mac gets to work on an old radio he pulls out of a cupboard; they had to ditch comms to avoid getting outed (for as long as that worked) and they need to tell Phoenix the op is over and the threat has been neutralized.Jack pulls a tin tub out of a corner, and walks outside. When he comes back in he’s carrying two large pails full of rainwater that must have come from a barrel outside. He sets them on the stove and pulls a blanket off the end of the cot in the corner, shaking it out and then hanging it over the back of a wobbly chair he pulls up near the fire. It’s little enough, but Mac knows what he’s doing and he’s deeply grateful. Just the thought of warm water is heavenly. Spending a few days roughing it in the woods (without the possibility of a fire, or he’d have been found by the militia guards) has made even this seem as much a sign of civilization as his own shower back home. Mac steps out onto the porch and tries to shake out his hair and scrub his hands and arms under the drip of the eaves. This water is chilly, but at least he won’t carry as much mud into the bath water with him. He steps back inside. Jack is testing the water on the stove, shaking his head. “Little longer, kiddo. It’s still kinda chilly.” Mac nods, and starts working on the radio again. His fingers are sort of cold and numb, but he could fix radios in his sleep. He’s zoned out putting the right pieces together when he feels a hand on his shoulder. It’s Jack. “Hey, kiddo, ready when you are.”Mac nods. He sheds his clothes beside the tub, once he’s clean he’ll wash them out, and with any luck they’ll dry by the stove by the time exfil shows up. Jack’s already poured one pail of water into the tub, and it’s steaming invitingly. Mac sticks his sore feet in, then settles down in the water, scrubbing at the mud that seeped into his boots and caked his ankles. Jack pours more water over him and rubs at the dirt still in his hair, occasionally leaving to refill the empty pails and keep a constant supply warming on the stove. Mac leans back into Jack’s touch, especially when his hands move from Mac’s hair to his neck and shoulders, easing out the stiffness that’s gathered there from hiding and huddling and crawling under things. Mac lets the aches and dirt fall away, sitting there until the last of the water Jack pours in starts to go cold. When he stands up, Jack wraps him in the warm blanket, and then settles him on the cot with a camp mug of powdered soup he must have found in the supply crate while Mac was working on the radio, before getting to work washing the mud out of Mac’s clothes. When the grey henley and flannel, and the olive pants have their natural color back, he hangs them over the chair and sits down next to Mac. Mac leans against him, listening to the rain beat harder on the roof, and lets himself finally really rest. 🤕 taken care of when injured“You can drop the glamour, kiddo,” John says with a sad smile. “I can see the blood.”Robin does. He kind of forgot he was even doing it, after spending three years being ordered to hide anything wrong, it’s become force of habit to toss up a basic glamour whenever he feels pain. He’s finding it all too easy to forget that isn’t how things work here, now. But everyone is patient. And besides, the glamours don’t work on John anyway. John’s hands are gentle as they peel his jacket away from the ragged claw marks in his upper arm. “Looks like you and this are gonna need some stitches,” John says with a wry smile. “Jacket stopped most of it,” Robin insists. “Just need to go home.” Once he can put an herb poultice on it and sit down outside he’ll start healing. Stitches are annoying, they feel wrong in his skin, and he hates the sensation of something foreign. He hopes John will agree that this isn’t bad enough to warrant them. “Let me see.” John moves blood-soaked cloth aside to get a good look at the gashes. Robin sways on his feet a little when John’s fingers brush the raw wounds. “Here, hey, sit down.” John guides him over to a curb and helps him sit. He skims a hand carefully over Robin’s shoulders. “You’re not hurt anywhere else, right?”Robin shakes his head. He’s not. John took the vamp down before he got any further than that claw swipe. “You’re bleedin’ a lot, but those are pretty shallow, all things considered,” John says. “I still think you should stop by medical just to get them cleaned out. But I don’t think you’ll need stitches.”“I don’t want medical to clean them. I want you to.” Robin blurts it out before he realizes exactly what he’s saying. He’ll blame it on the blood loss, that he’s being so honest. Usually he’s better at twisting his words around. But he wants to be cared for by someone he knows. Someone he trusts. John shakes his head, but he’s smiling. “Okay, fine. I’ll take you home and we’ll patch you up there. But if Maira finds out and gets mad, it’s your fault.”“She likes me. I can take it.” Robin stands up and settles the glamour back into place. He just has to keep it up until they’re on their way home.The debriefing is mercifully short, and then John heads for Rowan House. He drops Robin off after work every morning, but lately he’s taken to sticking around at least long enough to help Robin feed his rescue animals. Once they’re inside, Robin drops the glamour and his jacket, and John unties the cloth he was using to stop the flow of blood. Robin glances at the cuts; they’re fairly shallow and have mostly stopped bleeding apart from the deepest spots.The Rowan twists a branch under his face, turning his head to give itself freer access to the wound. It tugs at the blood-saturated cloth, freeing it gently from the cuts as Robin removes his shirt and sits down at the table.John sits down in front of him, reaching for Robin’s arm and holding up a cloth he’s dipped in a bowl of clean water. It stings when he carefully washes out the cuts, but Robin bites his lip and holds still. That pain is insignificant compared to some of the things he’s experienced. Once John is almost finished, Robin hears the Rowan start rummaging through cupboards. Branches set a small brown bottle and a roll of cloth bandage on the table beside John, who opens the bottle and spreads a small amount of the mixture inside onto each of the cuts, before wrapping Robin’s arm in the bandage and tying it just snugly enough not to fall off.Robin doesn’t say thank you. For fae, that’s not a word to be taken lightly, and his nature balks at ever using it. But he does twist his fingers into John’s hand before he stands up. And he knows John knows exactly what he means. 

These got VERY LONG, but they are nice and fluffy and sweet I think!

Family Weekend - Jaehyun

Pairing: Jaehyun & Y/N 

Words: 2.6k+

Warning(s): none

Genre: Fluff

You were visiting home for the weekend with Jaehyun. This was nothing new for the two of you, you had been dating for around 5 years and known each other for forever before that.


You opened the front door to your family home, calling for your parents saying that you had arrived.

After your call, you heard a stumbling and a pitter patter of feet running down the hallway towards you. You crouched down, opening your arms for your incoming 3-year-old niece, Amelia, that was bolting down towards the front door where you stood. She ran into your arms, quickly wrapping her arms around your neck. She giggled as you picked her up, spinning her around.


As quick as she said hi to you she was already asking where Jaehyun was. Ever since they first met they were the best of friends, always playing with each other and making each other laugh.

Just as you were about to answer her you heard his voice come from outside the door as he walked through it with your bags for the weekend.


“Of course, I’m here. I wouldn’t pass up the chance to see you, you cheeky monkey,” he says, setting the bags down and opening his arms.

Amelia giggles at the nickname, and ran into his arms when you set her down. He picks her up and tickles her sides a bit to release all the giggles that she had. She rested her head on his shoulder as he moved to hold her with one arm.


“I missed you guys,” she said sweetly, moving to cuddle into Jaehyun’s warm frame.


Your sister comes down the hall and takes a few of your bags as Jaehyun is still holding Lia. 
You move to the kitchen where your parents are sitting with mugs of tea in front of them. You catch them up on a few things that have happened since you last saw them, them doing the same.

There was a small lull in the conversation so you looked over to where Jaehyun was and saw him contently sitting on the floor, children’s makeup smeared over his face and a pink tiara sitting on top of his fluffy hair.

You sister sees where you’re looking and smiles at the sight. 


“He’s really good with her. I’m glad you’re with him,” she says, a broad smile on her face.
 You hear him tell her a stupid joke and poke her in the side to see her cutely giggle.

You were on the sofa watching a movie, a cosy blanket thrown over you. Initially it had been just you and Jaehyun on the sofa but Lia had quickly joined you, cuddling up in between the two of you.


Half way through the movie you look down to see her eyes slowly closing and then opening quickly again, trying to keep herself awake. You looked over at your sister, getting her attention and nodding down to the sleeping toddler.


She stood up from where she was sitting, reaching down to lift her up, Lia’s eyes opening slowly at the movement.


“Time to go to bed missy.” At this a small whine left her mouth.


“Want uncle Jaehyun to put me to bed,” she said, reaching her arms out towards him, and making grabby hands at him. Your sister gave him a look that told him he didn’t need to do it if he didn’t want to, but he stood up, lifting her out of your sister’s arms and made their way up to her room, the two talking and giggling the whole way.


When he begins to walk out of sight you feel your parents staring at you, cheesy grins stretched across their face at what had just happened.


“Stop it,” you say, hiding your face slightly with the blanket that was still wrapped around you.


After a while you go up to see what’s taking him so long. You get to the cracked open door and stand in it and hear him reading Lia one of her books, accents and funny voices in full effect, tired giggles from Lia quickly following.

“Right, it’s time for you to go to sleep now,” you hear him say.

Peeking your head into the room ever so slightly you see him tuck her in as she begins to tiredly babble a little bit.

“Do you love aunty y/n?” she asks. 

He smiles down at her.

“I love her a lot. Now it’s time for you to go to sleep I’ll see you in the morning.” He leans down and presses a quick kiss to her forehead, making his way out of the room.

As he kissed her on the head you made your way to the landing area, leaning against the banister. He shuts her door and turns to see you standing there, a small smirk on your face.

He walks over to you, a blush rising on his cheeks, a bashful look on his face. He wraps his long arms around your waist, hiding his head in your neck.

He runs his hands up and down your sides lightly, “How much of that did you hear?”

You laugh, reaching your hands up to run through his messy hair.

“I heard enough,” you answered, placing a small kiss on his shoulder.

He pulls back, both hands on your waist still, moving your top up so he could run his thumb over your skin as he leans forward, pressing light and frequent kisses to your lips.

One of his hands leaves your hip, making its way up to your cheek, cupping your jaw with his large hand as he makes the kiss longer, your lips getting heavier, beginning to part when you heard someone clearing their throat.

You pull away rapidly, looking to the source of the noise.

You see your mum standing there, arms crossed but a smirk on her face.

“I hope Amelia didn’t see any of that.” she said, walking around you to her room, “Oh and no funny business tonight!” she called, closing her door.

Jaehyun let out a relieved breath, a shaky laugh following it.

“I thought she was gonna kill us,” he said jokingly, grabbing your hand, and making your way to your room.

“She’s caught us doing a lot worse than that,” you say, going to get your pyjamas from your bag.

You felt something light hit you on the back, looking down you saw it was a pillow. 

You looked up at Jaehyun who gave you a look, “Don’t remind me of that time, your dad almost chopped me in half,” he said, a chill running down his spine at the memory.

You laughed as you both got changed into your pjs, making your way under the cosy duvet, slowly gravitating towards each other.

You lay your head on his chest, his arm coming around to rest on your back, making its way slowly up and down your back.

“Lia loves you,” you say absentmindedly, breaking the small silence that had come over you.

You felt him smile above you, “She’s very cute, I like making her laugh,” he says, his hand moving your top up so he could draw little patterns on your skin. “She reminds me of you,” he continued, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

You could feel yourself falling asleep with his calming movements on your back when he said softly, “I can’t wait until we have one of them." 

You woke up to Lia poking your side. Your parents and sister had to go out for the day, leaving you and Jaehyun to look after her.

You got out of bed, leading her down the stairs to allow Jaehyun to sleep for a bit longer.

You took her into the kitchen, lifting her up onto the counter. 

"Do you want to make some pancakes for breakfast?” you asked, delighted when you saw her little face light up. 

She clapped her hands as you went to get all the ingredients and equipment that you would need for making them.

You had music playing, soft giggles leaving Lia’s mouth as you danced ridiculously around the room with her, pretending to do the tango and then some very bad break dancing.

When breakfast was done both you and Lia crept up the stairs to go wake Jaehyun up. He was laying on his front, his face snuggled into the pillow, fair as messy as ever.

You lifted Lia up into the bed, allowing her to jump up and down as much as she liked on the bed as long as it woke him up.

You laughed as you could see him wake up from the sudden movements and the angelic laughter. He moves quickly and suddenly, grabbing a bouncing Lia and tickling her sides relentlessly.

She let out laughs and giggles until she was out of breath begging for him to stop.

Eventually he does and you all make your way down to breakfast.

After breakfast was done you asked Lia what she wanted to do. In of course a 3 year olds style, bake a cake was the first thing out of her mouth.

But a pleading look from Jaehyun as well as puppy dog eyes from Lia meant that you had to give in.

You weren’t going to make it from scratch, thinking it would be too messy if you didn’t just start with a ready mix.

You got out all the ingredients and chocolate buttons to decorate it with, leaning down to get the mixer you head a small giggle and a swift ‘shhh’.

You turned your head and saw both Lia and Jaehyun looking overly innocent.

“What’s going on over there?” you ask, a smile on your face.

You see Jaehyun shrug, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You laughed and went back to getting things out of the drawer. You heard the same thing again. You whipped your head around and saw a slightly guilty looking Jaehyun and Lia with a giant grin on her face.

You turned around to them properly, “What are you two doing?”

Lia laughed, walking over to you, and held her hand out.

“Here aunty y/n, you can have some too.” you take the chocolate button from her hand, looking over at your boyfriend and gave him a joking dirty look. You picked her up as Jaehyun crossed his arms and started talking.

“Oh, so you’re ratting me out, now are you? After everything I did for you.” he said, shaking his head and letting out a laugh at the end.

She lets out a laugh and you move her over to stand on a chair so she can reach the counter top.

You stand behind her to make sure she won’t fall off or hurt herself.

Jaehyun comes over behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, placing slow and silent kisses on your neck as you watch her mix what’s in the bowl.

As you feel his hands wandering a bit too much you shake him off with a laugh, moving to help Lia before she over mixed the cake batter.

After the cake was baked and was cooling you all made your way up to get washed and changed, you were all covered in some type of chocolate while you were baking.

You were now going to the park with Lia.

It was a lot of laughs and pushing her on the swing, Jaehyun making a fool of himself just to get a laugh from her or you. You couldn’t stop laughing when she insisted he go down the baby slide with her, however Jaehyun’s long stature made it very difficult for him to not get stuck.

On your way home, it started to get cold, and even though Lia was bundled up in her warmest coat she was snuggling into Jaehyun’s neck and clinging onto him for warmth the entire walk home.

He sets her down on the ground for a minute, taking off his soft jumper and putting it on her.

She let out a laugh when her head emerged from the massive amounts of fabric. She was completely drowned in fabric and she didn’t have her hands to be seen for days because of how long the sleeves were. But she was warm and she was comfy so she didn’t care.

He picked her up again and moved her to one arm, interlacing his fingers together with yours with his other hand. Lia nuzzles her head into his neck and relaxes now that she’s warm.

You stop into the shop on your way home to allow her to pick out a treat for being so good today.

You walked over to the sweetie aisle, pointing out the different sweets that she usually likes and asked her what she wanted. She pointed at something but wasn’t specific enough, and as Jaehyun moved closer to where she pointed. She made a grabby hand to the thing she wanted, him pulling away jokingly every time her little hand got near it. You stood smiling at the two of them when an older lady walked up to the three of you.

“You are a beautiful family. It reminds me of when I had my first child.” she says, a smile on her face at the happy memory.

As you went to correct her about Lia not being yours, Jaehyun butts in quickly.

“Thank you,” he says, running a hand up and down Lia’s back in a comforting manner.

The lady looks back at you with a smile, “You’ve got a keeper there.”

It was now the next morning and you had to go home, much to the dismay of Amelia. 

You were now standing at the door, your bags were already in the car and you were hugging your parents and sister, who had a sobbing Lia in her arms.

You reach out and take her into a hug, her tiny arms wrapping around your neck tightly.

“I-I’m just going t-to miss yous a lot,” she sobbed out, “I like it-it when you’re here.”

You rub your hand up and down her back, pressing kisses to her head and her cheeks while you rocked her back and forth gently.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Hey, what if really soon you come see me and Jaehyun? Come have a sleepover with us?” you ask her, hoping that it would cheer her up.

Her sniffles died down a bit and her head rose to meet your eyes.

“Really?” she asked, her tiny fists rubbing at her eyes.

You nod your head sincerely, pressing one last kiss to her cheek before setting her down.

Jaehyun crouches down beside her, wiping away some stray tears that were running down her chubby cheek with his finger.

“You’ll see us soon, okay?” he reassures her, bringing her in for a hug, rocking back and forth on his toes as she knocked his balance a bit.

He let her go when her crying stopped. You both began to walk to your car, Jaehyun getting in the driver’s seat.

You looked in the rear-view mirror as you drove down the driveway, seeing them all waving at you, smiles on their faces.

As you were stopped at a red-light Jaehyun turned to you slightly, taking your hand and giving it a kiss on the back of it. He moves that hand down to your stomach, his thumb rubbing back and forth over it. 

 "Lia’s going to be excited that the next time she sees us she’s going to have a companion.“

You’ll Be in My Heart

(Based off of @awkwardeko6 ‘s flying Virgil & Baby Patton fanart. READ IT PLEASE @awkwardeko6 !!!1) Virgil stumbled into his cave. These ‘cryptid hunters’ were becoming more and more persistent. And what’s worse is they were getting closer and closer to his home. The last guys put up a huge fight. One of them had a knife. The guy sliced and stabbed at Virgil. After ”disposing” of the greedy and desperate bastards Virgil realized he had some deep wounds. So now he was in his home. He made his way to where he kept medical kits from the people who ran in terror or accidently left them behind. As he walked bright purple blood dribbled from his leg, arms and side and dripped in puddles on the stone cave floor. “Shit. These guys knew what they were doing.” He mumbled to himself. Virgil took out a roll of bandages and began wrapping his wounds. Being a winged being meant he could heal faster and was resilient to things like “bacteria”, or that’s what humans called it. As he wrapped his arm up, his massive wings knocked something over. It fell down with a loud thud. A few seconds later a loud crying could be heard. Virgil cursed and finished up wrapping his wounds before venturing deeper in the cave. “Uwaaaaaa!” A Virgil rushed more, the loud crying got louder and louder. Finally, turning on a large battery light, he could look at the creature more carefully. Of course calling his own son a creature was..incorrect. “Hey kiddo. Did I scare you?” Virgil asked while picking up the small infant. The baby cried still as Virgil shushed and bounced it. The child in the gray kitty onesie snuggled closer, his cries slightly diminishing. “That’s right Patton. Im here. Your dad’s gonna keep you safe.” Virgil soothed.

Since Patton was still crying he had to resort to plan B. “Come stop your crying, It’ll be alright.” At the sound of Virgil singing, the infant stopped crying and looked up at his father. Virgil smiled widely as the child gently held his index finger when he gave it to the boy. He was grateful his baby wasn’t scared of his massive wings. “Just take my hand, hold it tight. I will protect you, from all around you. I will be here don’t you cry.” Patton gave a small baby squeal as Virgil lifted him a bit into the air. Virgil chuckled quietly at his son’s cute laugh. “For one so small, you seem so strong.” Virgil brought Patton close to him again and started walking away from the crib. “My arms will keep you safe and warm.” He could see the cave opening and the moon. He knew he had to do this, for the safety of the son he loved so much.

  “This bond between us cant be broken. I will be here, don’t you cry.” Virgil sang. Stepping out into the moonlight, Virgil looked around them. The coast was clear. He smiled down at Patton. Patton looked up at Virgil and lifted a tiny and chubby hand to the winged person’s cheek. Virgil spread his wings out and with a bit of force, he and his baby were in the air. Patton squealed with glee and wiggled his chubby legs. “Cause you’ll be in my heart. Yes you’ll be in my heart. From this day on, now and forever more.” Virgil sang as he continued his lullaby. There were a few clouds in the sky. It was a perfect night for flying. Patton cooed excitedly. The baby always liked  flying with Virgil.  

  “You’ll be in my heart, no matter what they say. Youll be in my heart, Always.” Virgil smiled once more at the sight of Patton looking at the many sparkling lights of the massive human city below. “Abagh” Patton cried out in excitement. Virgil held his son closer as he swooped down to a more residential area. Worries filled his mind. Would his son be safe? Was he doing the right thing? He could always fly back home! He could go back home with Patton and act like he had never done this. He could continue this life he and his son were living. “Why can’t they understand the way we feel? They just cant trust what they can’t explain.” Virgil sighed as his wings flapped silently. He looked down to Patton. The child’s eyes were becoming droopy. Virgil smiled and nuzzled his son’s cheek. “I know we’re different, bit deep inside us, we’re not that different at all.” Virgil sang quietly. Patton yawned and smiled sleepily. Virgil pulled the hood of his cat onesie up. He thought back on the human who was Patton’s other father. The man wasn’t greedy and he was very kind to Virgil. Virgil tried to keep this man away but he persisted. They became fast friends. They also became lovers a little too fast. The man was happy when Virgil said they would have a baby. He rushed to his truck and drove to immediately start buying things for Virgil and his future baby’s comfort. He never came back. Virgil learned from a newspaper obituary the man had died in a car crash. He was alone. Patton was his son. Human, yes, but still his son. He was all he had left in this world. Soon Virgil saw his destination and swooped down into a tree. There was a basket with a blanket and two notes in the branches. Virgil had stashed it the previous night in this tree. He put his son in the basket and tucked him in. Patton was fast asleep now, hopefully dreaming of bright moonlight, sparkling stars and dark fluffy clouds. He hoped his son would dream of such things forever, but he knew it was illogical. With a kiss to Patton’s forehead he continued his lullaby. He didn’t want Patton to wake up soon. However it was harder to continue it. Tears blocked his vision. He held the basket closely. “Don’t listen to them, cause what do they know? We need each other, to have, to hold.” Virgil sighed. “They’ll see in time, I know.” Patton let out a happy sleep sound. The boy was surely dreaming of something pleasant. His rosy cheeks make his cute freckles stand out in the night. He was truly a shooting star; the best wish Virgil had ever made. Virgil flew down from the tree with his own rock-a-bye baby and walked towards the front door of the two-story green house. “When destiny calls you, you must be strong. I may not be with you, but you got to hold on.”

  Virgil definitely felt the emotions now. Devastation filled his chest and mind as he looked down at his sleeping baby. The last remaining piece of his human lover, the person he’s protected, his biggest miracle. He was about to give it away. The anxiety of his mind screamed for him to go back home with Patton. To leave the basket and notes and put that baby back In his crib at home. He could protect him! He kept Patton safe!

“They’re see in time,  I know.” Virgil sobbed.

He knew Patton couldn’t stay with him. It wasn’t safe. These cryptid hunters were getting too close for comfort. What if they found Patton? They’d steal him! They’d send him off for “science” or something! Hell they could

murder

him!  If Virgil came home having to wrap himself up as often as he’s been having to, he can’t raise his son. It would be unfair to Patton. Its unfair to put his precious son in danger.

“You’ll be in my heart. Believe me you’ll be in my heart. Ill be there from this day, now and forever more.”

Placing his child down on the doorstep, he lowered himself on the ground and sat on his knees. He pulled a wing closer to himself.

“You’ll be in my heart, yes you’ll be in my heart. No matter what they say, you’ll be in my heart.”

Virgil pulled a dark purple scale from his wing and put it on Patton’s chest. One last memento so perhaps his son might remember him.

“Always. Just look over your shoulder.”

Virgil kissed Patton’s forehead one last time and rang the doorbell. He flew up into the air, high above his sunshine. He watched as a woman came out and looked down at the doorstep. Another woman came and they both looked down at the note Virgil wrote for them. He forced his eyes away as these humans took his son into their cozy house.

“I’ll be there always.”

Stars in His Eyes

Hi guys! I’m really sorry that I haven’t been posting as much, but school has been crazy busy! This is just a fluffy imagine that will totally have a part 2, so I hope you enjoy!💗

Stars in His Eyes Tom kept his eyes trained on her while she wandered throughout the party with Laura. He knew that she would probably be safe because she was with their friend, but he just needed to make sure that nobody got too close to her and made her uncomfortable. Ever since Tom had known her, she had been almost painfully shy and had suffered from anxiety, especially in large crowds, so Tom just wanted to ensure that she was alright. She’d gotten swept away from him before, and Tom refused to lose her again. The beer bottle in his hand was freezing cold and he longed to hold her hands between his own to warm up. Tom wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked tonight in her little sundress, with her hair curled into soft ringlets that hung down her exposed back. Her lips looked like rosy, red pillows and her eyelids were painted a shimmery, champagne color. Her cheeks were blushing and Tom didn’t know how, but the light enveloped her entire body, so wherever she went, she shined like an angel. He wanted to tell her all these things and more, but instead, he’d kept his mouth shut the best he could. They weren’t together, they were merely friends. But, that being said, they were friends who brought each other hot drinks on cool days. They were friends who lent each other coats and snuggled together under blankets. They were friends who shared food off of the same plate and who held hands to cross the street. They were friends who fell asleep on the couch together while they stayed up all night watching films. They were friends who longed to be more. Looking back over her shoulder, she glanced back to where Tom, Jacob and Harrison stood, their backs leaned up against a wall. She prayed Tom wouldn’t see her as her eyes flicked over his frame. He looked so good, the best, she pondered. His jeans fit him impeccably and she wondered who’d helped him pick them out, because surely they deserved an award, and the buttons of his shirt strained against the broadness of his chest, forcing the lines of definition hidden beneath to be showcased to their fellow party-goers. “Hey,” Laura’s sudden voice called out, cutting into her fantasy of simply walking up to Tom, and yanking him down to kiss her. “Let’s get another drink, yeah?” Nodding her head, the girls rejoined hands and did their best to push through the crowded living room and into the kitchen to refill their cups. Jacob nudged Tom’s shoulder when he saw that his friend’s attention was focused entirely on her retreating frame through the kitchen’s door. “Dude, this has to stop. You look like her stalker or some shit.” Harrison snorted into his beer before agreeing, “Yeah, mate. It’s too much, if someone didn’t know the two of you, they’d probably fear for her life.” Tom scoffed, shaking his head before taking a gulp of beer. “That’s not, I’m not, it’s not, it’s fine. Everything is fine. I’m just making sure that she’s- fuck, I mean they’re, okay.” “For sure, dude, for sure.” Jacob said, making a point to roll his eyes. “Why don’t you just chug your beer, walk into the kitchen, and ask her out? You want to date her, and you’ve got to know that she wants to date you too.” “I just,” Tom paused, diligently attempting to think of something eloquent to say, “I just don’t wanna do anything that is going to make her feel like it’s all going to fast. I heard her talking to Laura yesterday about how she thinks that the sweetest relationships are the ones that have had the most time to build themselves up.” “Dude, you guys have had nearly a year to build up your relationship.” Harrison commented, shaking his head. “You’re both just looking for excuses to stay the same way.” Tom did his best to ignore Harrison’s comment. He wasn’t not asking her out because he wanted their relationship to become totally and completely immobile, he wasn’t asking her out because he was scared that he would fuck everything up. Little did he know, she and Laura were having a similar conversation, but theirs was over glasses of pink wine. “Tom looks to pretty right now,” She sighed dreamily. “He looks like Prince Philip brought to life. Too bad I’m not Sleeping Beauty.” “If we keep drinking, we may as well be.” Laura giggled. “But seriously, what’s wrong with asking him out on a date? Y’all text all the time, you even speak on the phone, come to think of it, I can’t even recall a time where you guys haven’t been talking.” “He’s just everything to me, I don’t know what I would do if he were to go away forever, you know? I can’t imagine waking up, knowing that he’s no longer apart of my life. He’s too important to me to risk it all for a relationship that may or may not work out.” She said, picking off her nail varnish. “I know he’s important to you, but you must realize how important you are to him? He looks at you with stars in his eyes, and if you say that they’re just naturally twinkly, I swear to God.” Laura threatened. Laura had met her in a thrift store and the pair had bonded over their love of cute, vintage, high-waisted mom jeans. They wandered through the entire store together, exchanged numbers and hung out twice before she had accidentally revealed what a massive Spider-Man fan she was. When Laura had brought her onto set, she and Tom melded together and into one. Nobody knew quite what it was,but it was like the invisible hand of fate kept throwing them together. She literally bumped into him the first time they met. Tom had held her in his arms longer than what would be deemed polite, and they had just stared at each other, completely mesmerized by the face in front of them. Then, Tom bumped into her at the craft service table, and then she ran into him as she was leaving the set. Again, the light of day seemed to melt into a faint dusk before he let her go. Then, for weeks later, Tom pestered Laura for her number. He needed to know her. Now, after spending the summer, autumn, winter and spring together, Tom definitely knew her. He understood her, she littered all of his thoughts and his actions, and she very well could be likened to stars in his own, personal night sky. After another two glasses of wine, she was absorbed by thoughts of Tom and wanted nothing more than to be curled up on his lap like a cat while he combed his fingers through her hair. Hiccuping her way out the door, she called out to Laura, “I’m gonna do, it’ll be done, and it’ll be by me. He’ll be done by me in the ways of asking out, and then everything will be like ‘Penelope,’ and he’ll kiss me, but I don’t have a pig’s nose?” Laura rushed to her friend, hugging her into her arms, “You’re gonna do so great! He’s going to love you, and you’re going to be in love, and then everyone is going to say I told you so! Get out there and do it!” Her legs wobbled as she parted groups of people in an attempt to find Tom. When she finally spotted him, she waved and called for his attention. “Tom, I found you! I got something in my mouth for you, to say to you!” Tom raised his eyebrows as he placed his beer on the table and began to make his way over to her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he said, “Jeez, darling, how drunk are you?” Tucking her head beneath his chin and curling her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, she replied, “Oh, I’m not drunk at all! I’ve only had a few, actually a few means a small number of, and Laura and I finished a bottle and a half of wine, so i guess that would be more of a dyad of drinks?” Tom called out to Harrison and Jacob, motioning for them to grab Laura from the kitchen so they could all head back home. Judging by her level of intoxication and description of how much the girls had to drink, Tom figured that this is when the party should end for them. Guiding her out the door with a firm hand around her waist, he felt one of her hands stroke across his cheeks. “You’re so pretty.” She said, fingers still gliding over his skin. Tom chuckled, she always got this way when she had too much to drink. “No, you’re so pretty. In fact, you’re prettier than all the princesses in the whole, wide world.” “Laura and I were talking about you tonight. I think you look like Prince Philip and she thinks that I should ask you out. What do you think?” She asked when they’d finally felt the air’s cool breath fan across their faces. “I think you’re drunk and talking shit.” Tom said, blowing on his hands and rubbing them up and down her arms while she leaned into his chest, fully supported by his touch. “No, I am not!” She gasped out childishly. “I’ve been wanting you since the summer. Wanting, waiting, but you,” She booped him on the nose, “Have yet to give me a sign. Why haven’t you given me a sign? I wanna be with you, don’t you wanna be with me? Laura thinks you do.” Tom shook his head and mumbled a quiet, “Let’s talk when you’re sober, baby. You don’t know what you’re talking about right now.” He glanced down at the girl’s head that rested on his shoulder, and he felt her eyelashes tickling his skin. Tom wanted to believe he felt the love in her words, but he was afraid that it was just the wine he smelt on her breath. He decided that he would wait until morning, and maybe then some, to ask her what she meant. The night sky may as well be colored in completely charcoal if she were to walk out of his life. His night sky would be no more, and all he’d have to remember her by would be a black hole.

Home Sweet Home

Request: Hey there, I was wondering if you could do a Dean x reader where Dean finds the reader after she’s kidnapped by demons and fights all of the demons off just for her. Can this be really fluffy?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,600ish

Warnings: mentions of torture

A/N: Fluffy, fluffy Dean...

You were so sick of everything hurting all the time. It wasn’t the things the demons did to you necessarily although those were pretty bad. But it was the dull throbbing in your shoulders that was permanent, the way your wrists and ankles stung constantly, the way you craved to be able to move out of this chair again, see sun again.

You wanted to see your boys again.

After the first day it was clear you weren’t getting out on your own and they weren’t going to kill you. Demons were weird like that. You knew Dean would find you, rescue you, help you get better and back to normal strength. Dean wouldn’t stop until he knew you were safe.

It’d been a while though, not a few days, not a week. Almost two months and still no Dean. They taunted that he wasn’t coming, he’d forgotten all about you and that they’d keep you here, keep doing things to you until you begged them to end it all.

But you knew Dean would come so you took all of it and thought of every good memory you had with him.

You’d gotten used to sleeping with the bag over your head, always too tired to wake up when the door opened when they started in on you in the mornings, instead only waking when the pain stirred you. 

Today you didn’t wake up to pain, didn’t wake up to darkness. You were off the ground, being carried. You used up the little energy you had to open your eyes and find the ten or so demons you’d come to call your captors slaughtered on the ground. Maybe you recognized the arms under you, maybe they were his.

But you were too tired and your body took over, forcing you to sleep as it understood it could finally relax for the first time in months.

You woke up laying down which was strange. You had to remember that people normally woke up that way. Eventually you managed to open your eyes after settling into that nice place of snuggling into your bed, noticing the smell of grease and leather with fresh apple on the pillow you were using. Dean’s pillow.

You rolled onto your back, surprised that you weren’t feeling any pain, weren’t feeling any pain at all other than being completely run-down. Tilting your head you saw Dean passed out in a chair, his hand outstretched and laying on the bed from where you guessed he’d been holding yours. 

Dean looked tired, even as he slept, like he hadn’t allowed himself the luxury in months. He probably hadn’t given himself more than a few hours a night tops. There was a blanket mostly on the ground as he wrapped one arm around himself, a slight chill in the room without the warmth of something on top of you. You knew he’d gone through hell and the second he woke up, he’d give all his attention to you and not take a second for himself. You could climb out of bed, pick up a blanket and drape it over him at the very least.

You were okay on your feet as you walked around the bed from one side to the other. The second your gaze travelled downward to the blanket though, your next step stumbled as your body forgot how to support you.

You whined as your knees hit the ground. Your hands normally would have braced you but your weakness was hitting you as they crumpled under you and your head smacked against the floor. You managed to roll onto your back to look up and see the most fearful green eyes in your life looking back.

“Your blanket fell off,” you said, staring up, perfectly content to lie in that spot for the rest of your life if it meant not having to move. “You looked cold.”

Dean gave you a sad smile but didn’t saying anything. He simply slipped out of his chair, down to his knees and cradled you so he could put you back on the bed. He put a hand on your head where you were sure a bruise was forming and sighed.

“You okay?” you said in unison.

“Yeah, I’m gonna be okay again,” said Dean, smiling, running his thumb over the bump that was forming. “Cas couldn’t heal you all the way. He has to rest up and finish in a few days. He’s sorry he can’t get you better all at once.”

“That’s okay,” you said, closing your eyes, relishing in Dean’s touch.

“I’ll take care of you,” he said quietly. You popped open an eye to see him still looking sad. 

“Thank you for saving me,” you said, reaching up to hold his hand. “I knew you’d bring me home again.”

“I-”

“Dean,” you groaned, his eyes going wide as he feared you were in pain. “Sit next to me and just listen for a minute okay?”

“Okay,” said Dean, hesitantly climbing onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard, helping you when he saw you wanted to sit up and lean against him.

“I didn’t have much to do but think all that time and the one thing I kept coming back to was how you were going to punish yourself for this, somehow make this on you. I don’t care how long it took. I don’t care that you probably took one look at me and thought of how if you’d just been a little faster maybe I wouldn’t have been so bad off. I don’t want you to think any of this is your fault. You’re the good guy, my hero in all this. Honestly, it’s starting to catch up with me and I just want to curl into you and know you’ll protect me. I don’t want to be scared that you’re hurting. I’m tired of being scared, Dean,” you said. Dean held in a big long breath before finally exhaling. He said nothing but he pulled you into his lap, throwing the covers over the two of you, one arm across your chest, holding you tight against his.

“You don’t have to be scared anymore, sweetheart,” said Dean, resting his chin on top of your head. “I gotcha. I gotcha.”

You stayed that way a long time, silently comforting one another. Dean held on, afraid to ever let you go again, you never wanting him to. But you couldn’t stay in that bed forever and there was one thing you desperately wanted after all this time.

“Dean, can you help me take a shower?” you asked, lulling out of the calm state he’d helped you fall into.

“Of course,” said Dean, helping you to sit up. “Afterwords do you want to try having some food?”

“Um, okay, yeah,” you said, feeling Dean’s stare behind you. “I didn’t really get to eat much so don’t make any big meal or anything. It’ll go to waste.”

“You don’t have to ration your food anymore, sweetie,” said Dean, swinging his legs over the bed and going to your closet, pulling out his favorite shirt you wore to bed and a pair of warm sweatpants for you. “Anything you want you can have. Sam can go run out and grab it while we wash you up.”

“Pizza? And something with chocolate? I’ve been craving it for three weeks,” you said, sliding your covers off. 

“I’ll go tell Sammy and ask him to pick up some of your favorites at the grocery store while he’s out,” said Dean, kneeling down in front of you. “I want you to stay in this bed until I get back. You’re letting me take care of you, remember?”

“Sure,” you said, Dean standing up and giving your lips a kiss, like he was never going to catch up on all the ones he missed out on. “Why haven’t the guys come to see me?”

“They did while you were sleeping,” said Dean, pausing at the doorway. “I asked them to give you some space. You try to be tough for us sometimes and I want you to just feel however you want to right now, not be scared to be how you’re feeling.”

“I am,” you said, knowing it was okay again. “I want the guys at dinner though. I want my family.”

“You got it sweetheart. I’ll be back in two minutes,” said Dean, walking out the door with your clothes. He was back in less time than that, strong arms waiting to carry you.

“I want to try walking,” you said, holding out your hands for Dean to help you stand. He only shook his head. “Please Dean?”

He sighed but helped you to your feet, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other on your upper arm, carrying most of your weight for you. You got to the doorway but could feel your legs starting to give out again. 

“Need you,” you got out, Dean’s hand on your arm falling away to scoop up your legs and carry you again. “Sorry, I thought I could do it.”

“I told you, I got you,” said Dean, moving with no effort at all down the hall, setting you down on a shower bench that normally held towels instead of being actually used by anyone. “Do you mind if I take off my clothes too?”

“God no,” you said, not expecting him to have jumped in there with you fully clothed in the first place. “I can in fact take a shower with you without having sex.”

“This’ll be one of the few then,” said Dean with a chuckle, moving over to you. He was careful in how he helped you out of your clothes, noticing how you winced when forced to move your shoulders that far. Glancing down at your body, it looked the same as before if not a little smaller from your lack of proper diet. Dean noticed that as well, one of his hands ghosting over a rib that seemed too prominent.

“Just a couple days and then you’ll be healthy again,” Dean said, more for himself than you. He took off his shirt and pants, getting down to nothing as he turned his attention on you. He realized you wouldn’t be able to stand and instead picked the bench you were on off the ground and put it under the shower head. He stood in front of the water to make sure it wouldn’t be too hot for you before stepping to the side.

“Ahh,” you moaned, the feeling of warm water running over you the best medicine thus far. Dean adjusted the shower head and soon you were already feeling the grime of two months come off.

“Body or hair first?” he asked, holding up a few different bottles in each hand.

“Don’t care,” you said, ready to fall asleep right there. Dean picked your body wash first, putting a generous amount in his hands and then some face wash in yours.

Dean had washed you before, several times in fact. Most of them as foreplay, once when you had a large gash on your back that made it impossible for you to clean yourself. But this was different.

There was nothing sexual about it, even if the touches were soft, rubbing the dirt, sweat and blood from your pores. You took care of scrubbing your face, your arms growing achy after not long. Dean avoided your more private areas, letting you wash those yourself until you were a bubbly and tired mess. Dean moved the shower head to your hair and grabbed your shampoo, squeezing out more than necessary but you didn’t mind if he wasted it. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, his fingers running into your scalp and through the strands, washing away every last trace of that awful place. Your mind drifted and you settled into the feelings of warmth and safety you had, of knowing Dean was by your side again.

He helped get all the soap off your body as you told him the rest of your normal routine could wait. He got a towel around you and one in your hair quickly after turning off the water, moving you into a dry seat as he quickly patted himself off and dressed again. 

You weren’t expecting him to pull out your hair dryer and start helping to move it over your wet hair. 

“I want to,” he said before you could utter a thank you. When he had you dry and warm, he helped get you into your clothes, his larger shirt going on easier than your own had come off. You sat there on the seat, warm and clean as he picked up, feeling your eyes on him. “You okay?”

“You’re perfect okay? Whenever you feel bad about yourself, just remember that I think you’re perfect,” you said, Dean giving a small and shy smile.

“We’re home with food!” you heard Sam shout. Dean picked you up again, piggyback style this time so you looked a little less helpless and carried you into the kitchen where Sam and Cas were pulling out plates.

“Hi guys,” you said, resting your head against Dean’s. Dean got the message and sat you down at the table, closest to the wall so you had something to lean back against.

“Hey, Y/N,” said Sam, like it was any other night and he’d picked up pizza. “I got you some brownies from the bakery on fifth you like.”

“Thanks Sam,” you said, finding Cas put a plate with pizza and the chocolate dessert down in front of you. “Thank you as well Cas.”

“I apologize that I can’t do it all at once,” he said, ducking his head down. “Your injuries were severe and-”

“Just say you’re welcome and forget about it Cas,” you said, motioning for him to sit down. “So, what’d I miss while I was gone?”

“Dean decided he’s going to-”

“Shut it Sam,” said Dean, catching your furrowed brows. “Don’t want to spoil it.”

“Can I make one more request before we start dinner?” you asked, all three men at the table nodding. “Next time one of you gets kidnapped alright?”

“It’s Cas or Dean’s turn next I think,” joked Sam. “I got shot last time.”

“You got caught by that crazy family actually. You gotta work on that Sammy,” joked Dean. “I hardly ever-”

“Dean you have probably been taken the most out of any of us,” said Cas with a chuckle of his own. “You have a way of angering people.”

“How about no one gets kidnapped?” said Dean, picking up his pizza. “That sounds like a good plan to me.” You nodded as you poked at your food, unused to having something hot to eat, something with flavor. “Y/N?”

“Hm?” you asked, noticing all three watching you carefully.

“I can cut it up for you if you want so you can eat it easier,” asked Dean, putting his slice down.

“That’s not…” you started but you remembered what Dean said before, about not having to act tough. “That’d be great.”

Dean smiled as he grabbed your plate, returning a minute later with the pieces in manageable sizes and a fork. 

“Better?” he asked, using a knife and fork of his own to cut up his slice, just so you wouldn’t feel silly eating like that.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling at him, so thankful for him in your life. “I’m going to be okay again.”

@anokhi07 @xxwinchester-22xx @charliebradbury1104 @everyday-supernatural-af @squirels-angels-and-moose @youwerelikeadream @drugpug@darkx143 @kristaparadowski @tom-is-in-my-tardis @tanithlowisabamf @smoothdogsgirl @dancingalone21 @ktrivia @demonic-meatball  @oaisara @feelmyroarrrr  @illisea @cojootromuelle @gallifreyansass@fangirl1802 @angelwingsandsupernaturalthings @itstheprincess @casgetoutofmydiddlydarnass @mogaruke@secretlyfurrydragon @perpetualabsurdity @ria132love @heycassbutt-67 @aingealcethlenn @docharleythegeekqueen  @missmotherhen@smacklesandstretch67 @ceeceewinchester  @tumblinwith-me @xfanqirlinq @heaven-is-aplaceonearthwithyou @zippybee