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December 2024 Fic Recs

A list of what I’ve read/am reading this month.

(Note: Sorry this is so delayed. I'll have January up soon and then hopefully I'll be back on schedule with February. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to do individualized graphics like I did last round. Moving forward, I think I'm going to use the new one I have posted here for each rec because it is the ultimate time-saver and that's a huge assist I can use right now. Also, due to limited # of images in each post (Tumblr's rules), there won't be dividers between entries)

All recs underneath the cut:

but who could stay? by @rubysunnday (Colin Bridgerton x Reader)

Summary: Every time Colin Bridgerton returned from travelling the world, there was always an urge inside him to run away again as soon as he could. There was only one woman who could make him stay. Y/N Barrett waited for Colin, but he never stayed long enough for her to tell him her feelings. Now she is engaged and about to enter a loveless marriage arranged by her parents. All she wants is for Colin to stay in London long enough to realise the truth of their relationship.

Teaser:

"Has Lady Whistledown written of these rumours?"

"You and I both know she will not," Y/N replied with a quick roll of her eyes. "Not only had she not been seen since last season, she has changed her column entirely and now writes exclusively in support of the debutantes! I do not understand how you can go from writting rumours and scandal and causing the public downfall of several well known figures to... well, promoting other women!"

"Perhaps she has had a change of heart," Colin suggested.

"Leopards rarely change their spots, mon ami," Y/N said softly. "Anyway, enough about scandal and rumour," she extracted her arm from his and turned to face him, "how are you?"

Colin stopped walking. He looked at her, her gentle smile, her bright eyes. "I am... okay."

"Just okay?" Y/N asked, her brow furrowing slightly.

"I want to leave again," Colin admitted quietly. "Already, women are staring at me and eyeing me up as if I am their dinner. It makes me incredibly uncomfortable, to be honest. I know that all they want is Colin Bridgerton and not just Colin."

Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile. "Does it help that I am only interested in Colin?"

Colin found his lips curving up into a smile. "It does," he told her, "more than I can say. Which reminds me."

He reached a hand into the pocket of his coat - a coat that Hyacinth had kindly nicknamed his 'pirate coat' - and pulled out a dark velvet bag pulled taught by a silver tassel. Colin held it out to Y/N and she took it with her lilac gloved hands.

"You bought me a present?" Y/N exclaimed, holding the bag as if it was glass.

"I did not want you to feel left out," Colin said, his smile widening as Y/N stared in awe at the bag.

"Colin, it's beautiful!"

"Oh, the bag isn't the gift," Colin said quickly. "The gift is inside the bag."

Y/N's cheeks burnt with embarrassment. "Oh, yes, of course."

She carefully pulled open the bag and turned it upside down, tipping whatever was inside into the palm of her hand. Out tumbled a pair of silver embroidery scissors, engraved to look like a bird.

"Oh, Colin, they're gorgeous," Y/N whispered. "Where did you find them?"

Colin's smile grew. "A shop in Spain. They had other types but... well, they were different."

He had to confess, he was utterly delighted at her reaction. He knew Y/N loved her embroidery - she had endless baskets of thread and material and often sat in the park working on her current project. For his birthday, Y/N had gifted him a hand embroidered waistcoat featuring different birds and flowers from across the globe. Colin had taken it with him on his travels, wearing it as often as he could.

So, when he had seen the little embroidery scissors in the store, he knew he head to buy them. He had carried them around for six months and now, finally, they were in her hands.

"I have needed new scissors for a while," Y/N told him, her eyes still focused on the scissors. She gently turned them over in her hand, the metal glinting in the sunlight. "Thank you, Colin."

The Honorable Choice by @zepskies (Dean Winchester x OFC)

Summary: June 1872. Captain Dean Winchester of the U.S. Cavalry is tasked with one job: break a wild mustang. He just didn’t expect the woman who infiltrates his camp, intent on freeing her tribe’s horse.

Teaser:

Dean comes to find a young woman being detained by two of his men, Kline and Novak. Roman sports a bloody nose and his eye is already beginning to swell. The woman fights against their hold.

Even under the pale moonlight, Dean notes the way she’s dressed: a deer skin dress cinched at the waist, over thin pants and shoes. He surveys her tan skin, her black hair that blends into the night, twisted into a long braid, and the anger in her dark eyes.

“What have we got here?” Dean says. He stows his gun in its holster as he approaches her, resting his hands at his belt.

“I caught her breaking into the stables, Captain,” Roman says. He prods with a hiss at his busted nose while trying to stem the bleeding. That’s going to be a bad break.

She remains tight lipped, stubborn.

“Probably doesn’t even understand English. Savage bitch,” he says. Dean shoots him an impassive look to cover up his annoyance.

“Put a cork in it, Roman,” he orders. Then, he focuses back on her. “You’re a Lakota, aren’t you?”

Aside from their main mission here in the Dakota Territory, the Colonel has been fixed on fighting back against the Lakota Indians, especially after they sabotaged the supply line last month.

The proud tilt of the woman’s chin is her only answer to Dean’s question. Her gaze drags down his form with disdain, like he’s the savage. His mouth twitches mirthlessly.

“The Lakota rear up their own horses pretty damn well. Why would you want to steal one of ours?” he asks.

She glances away from him, first at her feet, then over at the camp’s latest “guest.” Dean, Benny, and a few of his men wrangled up a horse a few days ago. He’s a beautiful Kiger mustang with a nasty mean streak. He barely got through a trim this afternoon, and almost took a chunk out of Rufus when he tried to brand the horse.

The Colonel ordered them to tie the horse up to a post just outside the corral—no food or water for three days. He’d turned to Dean with a firm set to his face and issued a single order.

“Break him.”

Now, Dean catches the furtive look the Lakota woman gives the horse, who flicks his tail. The animal stares right at her, as if into her eyes.

“Oh, don’t tell me you here for him,” Dean says with a chuckle. “That thing’s a little too much for you, sweetheart.”

That earns her attention, steely and unimpressed.

“He is too much for you,” she says.

hurts like hell by @justagirlinafandomworld (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Beta Female!Reader)

Summary: You love Dean Winchester, Alpha and heir to the Winchester pack. But his parents believe Dean will only be a strong pack leader with an Omega mate at his side. A wedding date is set and Dean, ever the dutiful son, will not let his parents down. You love Dean Winchester, and it hurts like hell.

Teaser:

Dean had agreed to meet you for one purpose. To end it.

With words that had been force fed and then practiced, he ripped out your heart and crushed it bloody with his fingers. But his wolf would not have it, he saw you in distress and wanted nothing more than to ease your pain. He slipped.

When his face buried into your neck, his breath hot on your sensitive skin, you shuddered against him, eyes rolling to the ceiling.

The Wolf Queen by @romancingromanoff (Sansa Stark x Female!Reader)

Summary: As the new Lady of Bear island you are called to the coronation of the new Queen in the North. After a harsh winter that seemed to take all hope of future happiness away from you, a certain red headed beauty’s kind heart rekindles a flame in your heart brighter than ever before.

Teaser:

Seated at the end of a long table, you quietly picked at your own food half-expecting to be doing so until the night was over when a young boy tapped on your shoulder.

“My Lady, the Queen would like to speak with you.”

“With me?” you were surprised that she would call upon you; not only because Bear Island was such a small part of the vast North, but also because you had occupied the position of Lady of Bear Island for less than three days time and frankly felt under qualified.

“Yes, you are the new Lady Mormont, are you not?” Lady Mormont. How strange that sounded. Sure, a few times in your life you had thought of how your mother might have turned out to be the one with that title had she not married your father, but never had you ever guessed that it would be used to reference yourself. It felt wrong thinking of yourself as such; you felt like you were pretending to be some type of character as you caught a deep gulp in your throat and slowly nodded at the question.

As you were escorted to the front of the table and the center of the hall where the Queen sat watching over the entire feast, you tried to recall everything your mother had taught you about being a highborn lady. Technically, you were one by birth but living in isolation on an island where the only other highborn house was more like your extended family, formalities hadn’t been stressed too much between you and the Mormonts. You feared you would have no idea how to correctly behave in front of Sansa Stark.

“Your grace,” you offer before bowing at her seat, never taking your eyes off of the floor. Just at one up close glance, you could feel the breath in your lungs hitch itself almost like you had a hiccup and you nervously pleaded that you would not lose your voice. She was extremely tall, even sitting down, but her arms were placed neatly in her lap as she wore a small but pleasant smile on her face. She didn’t seem to try and be intimidating in any sense, yet somehow her raw beauty still managed to have you shaking.

“Lady Mormont, please, it is my pleasure to have you here,” she beckoned the servant to pull out the chair next to her. “Please, sit,” you eyed the chair a bit unsure of what to do but carefully took the seat to her right, trying to remember to smooth out the back of your dress before you did.

Letting You Go by @caplanbuckybarnes (Emmett Cullen x Reader)

Summary: You wanted to see Emmett again, but you realise it was a lost cause.

Teaser:

The woods surrounding Forks were darker than you remembered. The dense canopy of evergreens blocked out most of the moonlight, leaving only thin beams to guide your path. Your breath came out in short bursts as you weaved through the trees, the familiar chill of the air biting at your skin. You knew this place like the back of your hand, and yet tonight, it felt different. Like the shadows themselves were warning you to turn back.

But you couldn’t. Not when you had come this far.

You’d told yourself a thousand times that you wouldn’t come back—that this part of your life was over. But staying away had proven impossible, and no matter how hard you tried to move on, something kept pulling you back to Forks. Back to him.

If You Want Me, You Can Have Me by @bullet-prooflove (Rip Wheeler x Reader)

Summary: They say that Rip Wheeler doesn't have a heart.

Teaser:

Rip doesn’t have a heart, at least that’s what they say about him. They see his hard edges, his gruff exterior, the aura of violence and they think there’s a barbed wire where one should be.

For a while even he thinks it’s true. The world has battered him, bruised him, broken him, he doesn’t have the capacity for softness anymore. He tells you that after you fuck him for the second time.

“Don’t expect anything from me. I don’t have anything to give you.”

His relationships have aways been physical, raw, primal. It’s about stress relief, not connection. He assumes it’s going to be the same with you until it isn’t.

Imagine Hydra capturing your wife Wanda by @hughiecampbelle (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Teaser:

You could see her, clear as day, the arrow striking her, sticking to her forehead before lighting up with electricity. There was no time to think or do anything, all you could do was helplessly watch as she shook, being electrocuted, her body falling limply to the ground.

Dean and Jo, a trampoline and a kitten by @audreyii-fic (Dean x Jo)

Teaser:

“It’s evil.”

“It is not evil.”

“Then why did it scratch me?”

“Because it can tell you don’t like it.” Jo looks at Dean sideways. “Besides, I want to scratch you most of the time too.”

“That’s because you’re evil too,” grumbles Dean.

It's Halloween by @winchestergirl2 (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Summary: Charlie and Y/N try to convince Sam, Dean, and Cas to go to a Halloween party.

Teaser:

Turning to y/n, "Come on I’ve got an idea," pulling you towards the stairs of the bunker.

"Do you really think we can convince the guys they need to dress up for this party? I really don’t think Sam is going to go for this." "He will when he realises what little effort he has to put into it," Charlie said, turning around and holding up a selection of costumes.

"Are you sure about this?" Y/n asked, looking at what Charlie was holding, "Absolutely it’s going to be great! Go try your outfit on," Shoeing y/n off to the dressing room. "Charlie, do we really need to buy them though couldn’t we just rent some costumes?"

"Of course we need to buy them this way you get to wear it again whenever you... or someone else likes, " she teased with a knowing wink. Y/n rolled her eyes at her friends comment with a grin and headed back into the changing room.

Jessica Rabbit x Female!Reader by @reaper2187

Teaser:

She took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the club. The place was dimly lit, filled with the low hum of chatter and the occasional clink of glasses. Her eyes scanned the room until they found her—Jessica Rabbit, the stunning redhead, sitting at the bar, a vision of elegance and allure in her form-fitting, glittering red dress.

Y/N felt a smile tug at her lips as she walked over. Jessica turned, her eyes lighting up when she saw Y/N approaching. She slid off the barstool with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly and met her halfway, wrapping her arms around Y/N in a warm, welcoming embrace.

“Hey, you,” Jessica purred, her voice like honey. “I’ve missed you.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around Jessica’s waist, pulling her close. “I’ve missed you too,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to Jessica’s temple. “You look amazing.”

Jessica chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that sent shivers down Y/N’s spine. “You’re not so bad yourself, Y/N.”

Boots by @crowfootwrites (SDV Alex x GN!Farmer)

Summary: #28 drabble

Teaser:

The rhythmic crunch of boots in the snow carried over the path leading up to the farmhouse and you glanced up from your seat on the porch steps, hastily knocking snow off your own boots, to see Alex coming through the gate. Your heart thumped wildly at the sight, marveling at how he still managed to look so handsome bundled beneath a multitude of winter layers, his hunter green beanie pulled low over his head.

French Mistakes and the Like // I Notice All Too Well by @lowpolyoverlord (Frenchie x Reader, Soldier Boy x Reader)

Summary: The relationship that you have with Frenchie isn’t perfect-everyone can tell. When Soldier Boy takes an interest in you-the others can definitely notice all too well.

Teaser:

Soon after, you escape into your kitchen to enjoy what alone time you had without having to see Frenchie’s display of affection to what he had always said was “platonic” between him and Kimiko. You sighed. Leaning your head against the window, your eyes fluttering open and shut to keep awake.

“You alright there Princess?” You jolt awake by Soldier Boy’s voice. You swivel around as your accidentally go face first into his chest.

He was extremely close to you.

His red gloved hands rubbed your shoulders.

“Whoa there, it’s just me kid.” He whispers.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You chuckled nervously.

“It’s your kitchen, sweetheart. Hell it’s your place. Sleep where you want to. I just came to grab a beer. You want one?” You shook your head no, he let’s go of you and opens the fridge grabbing the closest bottle he could.

“Thanks for offering. I’m feeling a bit lightheaded-so I shouldn’t.” He nods his head slowly, taking a quick swig of the bottle in his hand.

“You hungry? I was going heat up them leftovers you made last night?” You look up at him, surprised.

“Actually like my cooking? Thought the chili tasted crap from how everyone was acting like last night.” Soldier Boy snorts when you said that.

“I ate three fucking bowls of that. Excuse my language, sweetheart. I’m about to finish the rest of it.” His smile is bright. It is happy and sweet. Unlike how he usually was.

Push The Button by @smol-and-grumpy (Jensen Ackles x Reader)

Summary: No record session is the same. This one certainly is out of this world.

Teaser:

The door opens and she leans in, a smile on her face. “Hi,”

“Hey,” he replies, takes off his earphones and hangs it up.

“Uh… Steve told me to push some buttons,” she walks in closer, “I just can’t really remember which were the right ones to push?” She has a confused frown on her face and Jensen thinks it’s ridiculously cute.

“Come here,” he tells her and as soon as she’s close enough for him to touch, he pulls her close, kisses her forehead, her nose, finally kisses her lips, tastes how fucking sweet she is. He parts involuntarily from her for a brief second and looks down at her, her arms around his waist and he likes that. He can smell her scent and he definitely feels like a fucking teen because he gets hard awfully fast when she’s so close. “I can show you which buttons to push.”

Our Own Holiday by @mind-empty-just-fictional-people (Tom Hanniger x Reader)

Summary: tom can’t celebrate valentine’s day, you can’t celebrate halloween

Teaser:

You walked through the kitchen and to your back door, smiling when you saw who was there.

“Tom? Oh my god!” you giggled a little after unlocking the door and letting him in.

“I know this night is tough for you so I figured you’d want some company.” He smiled, somewhat sadly, and held up a large bag of candy. “I would’ve been here about two hours ago but I had to find non-Halloween-themed candy and the Target around the corner was out. I had to go to the one on Washington Road.”

“Thank you, Tom,” you said, a smile now on your lips.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked. “Have you gotten many trick-or-treaters?”

“I’ve had a few knocks but I haven’t answered the door,” you said. He put his hands on your shoulders before he pulled you into a hug. “I feel like absolute shit,” you admitted.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“That’s okay. How ‘bout this; I’ll go put a bowl out for the trick-or-treaters and a sign that says not to knock or ring the bell, we can cuddle on the couch and watch movies. It’ll be like… Well, not Valentine’s Day cause I hate that. It’ll be our own holiday that we celebrate twice a year while the rest of the world is celebrating stupid Halloween or Valentine’s Day.”

“My god, what did I do to deserve you, Tom?” You looked up at him as you both pulled back from the hug and he shrugged a little.

“Well, last Valentine’s you did stay with me for the whole day and kept me distracted so I wouldn’t think about it.”

“So…is this the second time we’re celebrating this new holiday of ours, then?”

“You’re right! We need a name for it,” he said as you both walked to the couch before sitting down. You snuggled into his side as he put an arm around your shoulders.

“The Hanniger Holiday,” you suggested.

Home by @syrma-sensei (Soldier Boy x Reader)

Summary: Ben's discovering new life affairs while expecting his first baby.

Teaser:

Soldier Boy guzzled down his third raw drink before he decided to call it a day and go home. He took off his supe gear and changed into more casual clothes in the dressing room in his quarters at Vought's tower after he took a quick shower. He shook his head with a sneer when he tugged the shirt above his head, remembering her telling him —bossing him— that he wasn't to come home stinking with blood and cigars and whiskey and Vought. Soldier Boy didn't take shit from anyone, but he found himself helpless against her wishes—orders. He was grinning though, amusedly so. Sometimes he wondered where his obedient and good wife went. He liked that version of her, nonetheless.

Though he liked to think that his baby was igniting her wild spirit, his pretty wife seemed to have gotten quite sensitive to strong scents, and her stomach grew weak ever since he got her pregnant with their first child four months ago. It was chiselled in his mind; the memory of her hoping onto his chest with happy shrieks when he returned from work affirming the news.

He had been sensing the baby's presence for a week thanks to his superhuman senses before that, and he'd told her that night to go check on it with a doctor. They were eagerly trying to have a baby so it was of no surprise, but it still pulled a huge smile on his lips and made pride swell in his chest. He was going to be a father in nine months. The thing he wanted to be the most.

But as it turned out, pregnancy wasn't as magical as his mind fantasised to be. It wasn't all fuzzy and beautiful like he imagined. He cursed the damn commercials for that. Fucking marketing.

Get Him To The Con by @arazialotis (Jensen Ackles x Reader)

Summary: The reader stumbles into Jensen at her favorite bar, a very drunk Jensen. She soon realizes Jensen was booked for a con this weekend and has to be eight hours from town in only two.

Teaser:

“Okay, Jensen.” You took the menu from him and his eyes followed landing on your chest. You signaled for him to look up. He made eye contact and his riled up exterior melted into the cheesiest smile. “So, this um… again, I know this is weird, but I kinda follow you…”

“Wow…” He put his hands under his chin. “If I had known…”

“Hey! Back to the topic.” You snapped your fingers. “Don’t you have the Saturday night special or whatever it’s called in like two hours?”

“Don’t worry sweetheart.” He sipped on his empty glass. “I got a flight at 4:00.”

“Jensen! It’s 7:00 PM!” You stood up fishing for your keys. “Mitch! I’ll be back for the bottles, Tuesday okay.”

“Y/N, that’s against our policy.” Mitched warned, loud enough for the other patrons to hear.

You pulled on Jensen’s elbow. “I’m getting him outta here, aren’t I? Tuesday.” You demanded. Mitch rolled his eyes and eventually nodded his compliance.

“Mmm, where are you taking me so fast, darling?” Jensen slurred.

You patted his shoulder, but ignored his question. “So you got luggage or something?” You remembered Mitch mentioning he showed up in an Uber. “What hotel were you staying at?” You got him to your car and slide him into the passenger’s seat. He smuggly shrugged his shoulders. “Do you have a room key or something?” You asked impatiently.

“Want to get into my room eh?” He pulled out his wallet searching through it so slowly it was painful.

Had it been any other circumstance, you would have been on cloud nine. But you knew how expensive con tickets were. You knew hundreds of fans were relying on him to be there. It made your stomach twist with anxiety. For some reason you felt responsible to get him there, or at least to a flight. He finally handed you a room key. It was downtown but on the way to the airport. You floored it out of the brewery, weaving your way in and out of traffic as best as possible. Once you reached the towering hotel, you stole Jensen’s wallet taking his ID and room key and leaving him in the car. He protested at first but you found an old ‘Instyle’ magazine in your backseat and it seemed to keep him occupied.

You ran into the hotel, partially explaining the situation. Thankfully, he had initially checked out hours ago and his luggage was ready to go waiting behind the front desk. You politely tipped the bellboy who helped you shove everything into your back seat.

“Alright, let’s get you on a plane.” You pulled out of the hotel’s brick roundabout and made way for the airport.

Jensen still was flipping through the magazine. He held it up looking between it and you. “I don’t know why you aren’t in here.”

You burst out laughing. “Jesus! Are you always this big of a flirt?”

“You should see me when I’m trying.” He bragged.

lazy mornings by @ryngzmn (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Summary: you and sam have the ‘day off’ from hunting, so you decide to keep him in bed.

Teaser:

When Sam woke up around his usual 6AM time, he looked over in your direction.

You were still asleep, head resting on his chest as your arms were loosely wrapped around his torso.

Sam’s hands found your arms, gently prying them off as he swung his legs over the side of the mattress.

He was about to get up before he heard your groggy voice and your hand reaching out for his arm.

“Nope, you’re staying here.” You murmured, squeezing his arm gently.

You could see the protests start to form on his tongue so you gave his arm a small tug for good measure.

He eventually relented, climbing back under the covers and cradling you to his chest again.

“But I have stuff to do.” Sam excused, smoothing down your slightly messy hair with his palm.

“No you don’t.”

Frequency by @previousloversandmuses (Soldier Boy x Reader)

Teaser:

He takes a deep breath in through his nostrils. Placing two big hands under my ass while he fixes his posture on the chair. He cradles the back of my head, lacing rough fingers into my hair. Pulling me back until I’m looking him in the eyes.

“What do you want?” He asks plainly. I sigh, rolling my eyes, trying to pry myself out of his grip. “You know this doesn’t work on me.”

He pulls me tighter, my hair follicles hanging on to my scalp by sheer luck. I whimper, the feeling knocking the breath out of me for a second.

“You come up here to see me, of all people, wearing this pretty little get up.”

He uses his other hand to pull my lower half closer into his, wrapping his arm around my waist. My ribs could turn to dust under this vice grip.

“You know what I’m here to ask for.”

“We’ve been over this so many times now.” He tsks at me. “Tell me what’s in it for me, and I’ll consider it.”

I glare at him. This routine is like clockwork by this point. I come to him with a plan for revenge and he shoots me down everytime. I know he agrees with me, I know he wants it just as bad as I do, but this is his leverage. He can be so fucking evil.

Beau Arlen x Female!Reader by @anklesoverackles

Teaser:

the only light in the bathroom is the two eucalyptus candles burning on the countertops by the mirror. old love songs play softly from the speaker you have set on the floor, creating a comforting atmosphere. the air is stuffy and warm, the hot water decompressing every muscle in your body.

you sigh as you sink into the water, letting the water take you away to a fresh mindset, resetting your entire system. it’s refreshing to relax. your eyes close and you’re finally drifting until the door cracks open, letting the light from the hallway pour in. but then you feel his presence, hearing his footsteps and hearing glass clank.

beau enters the dark bathroom, smelling the eucalyptus candles and shutting the door softly. he knows what this is and he is already prepared. from how you walked through the door that evening from work, he knew you’d need some relaxation and time to yourself. but he wanted to be romantic, knowing you guys haven’t seen each other except for a couple hours a day.

Plants by @boxesandrings (SDV Leah x Female!Farmer)

Summary: Leah and The Farmer clean out the old greenhouse

Teaser:

Leah frowned, surveying the greenhouse. Her wife had repaired the old structure, long before Leah had even moved in, but it had fallen back into a state of semi-disrepair. The fruit trees were overgrown and unruly, the soil dry and cracked, filled with dead plants. Leah’s wife sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth, and rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet. Her fists were shoved into the pockets of her overalls.

“This, uh… kinda fell to the side while I was working on all the barns.” Leah snorted.

“More like fell off the wagon entirely. Come on, let’s get into it.” Leah tramped into the mess and got on her knees, and began the process of uprooting all the dead plants. The Farmer followed closely behind, sighing.

Quiet Mornings by @heavysighing-dreamyeyes (Jason Todd x Reader)

Teaser:

Jason Todd loves waking up before you in the morning. Light spilling into your shared bedroom through the cracks in the curtain, the warm, lazy feeling lingering in the air as you sleep, pressed up against him. Hair messy and limbs tangled together.

He holds you snuggly against his chest, adjusting and positioning himself until you’re even closer to him. Face pressed to the top of your head, skin pressed to skin, all without interrupting your sleep— he wants you to know that you’re safe.

You are safe. No matter where you are, as long as he’s with you, you are safe.

Right As Rain by @klutzygirl (Cassie x Jenny)

Summary: Jenny can't keep her hands off her pregnant wife, much to Cassie's annoyance.

Teaser:

Jenny couldn’t keep her hands off her pregnant wife, much to Cassie’s annoyance. “Are you going to keep this up the entire time? I’m only five months along,” Cassie pointed out.

“Sorry, you just look beautiful carrying our kid. Now I understand why men can’t stop touching their pregnant significant others.” Jenny felt possessive of Cassie in a way she hadn’t before, which was slightly concerning.

The baby kicked Jenny’s hand, and they both smiled. “This kid loves her mamas. But seriously, you need to stop because you’re driving me up the wall.”

Oh, and before I forget…

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