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[bubacorn]

hc: Vessel is bad at receiving compliments and being told that he is loved (hug inspired by this one, @ghxstly-death put it into words perfectly. thank you, Eden!🫂)

Thinking about Vessel who can't accept compliments, not because he doesn't believe them (that too), but because he'd heard them so many times in the past related to small, unimpressive things. Not 'I'm proud of you', just 'You did good', an automatic response to any and all achievements. He did good. He didn't know what 'good' meant, but apparently, he did that. He has no idea what was good about what he did, so he continues to push himself, to not be a disappointment. If he does good, then that should be enough, right?

He tries for great, for excellent, for something more, but he always gets 'good', unrelated to the effort and time he put into something. He knows he shouldn't wish for more specific compliments, or anything else, really. He should be grateful to be regarded. Everyone around him is so busy, they can't possibly have time to listen to him talk about how in reality, he has no idea what he's doing. How things sometimes just click but he can't tell if what he did is actually worth anything or it was just pure luck. How he doubts himself at every step but learned to hide it, because he has to be good. And good means coping and dealing with things by himself and quietly, because then he will be told that he did good and who wouldn't want to be good?

Vessel who hears 'I love you' for the first time (said with actual love behind it for the very first time) in a really long time from II. He wouldn't tell the other that, but it's clear from the surprise and the hopeful longing in Vessel's eyes. His friend told him he loves him and he doesn't know what to do with that, so he hesitantly steps to him and begins to lift his arms in question. II's heart squeezes at his shyness, after all, the other has spent months alone in the manor, so it's understandable that he would have grown unaccustomed to touch. But then II has to pull Vessel against him, because the man sort of hovers his arms around his frame as if he doesn't know how to approach a hug. Like he isn't sure what is expected of him and what is too much.

Vessel is surprised when II squeezes around his torso, when he brings one arm around his shoulder and the other to his neck, trying to bring Vessel down towards him, like he wants to protect and shelter him. That's strange, but Vessel finds that his arms want to stay wrapped loosely around II a bit longer and just as he starts to pull away, II again says "I love you, Vessel", and Vessel's brain freezes. II squeezes him tighter and Vessel feels so warm and strangely loose (he's afraid he will unravel if he stays too close for too long) and small even though he towers over his friend. His friend who is now holding him and who apparently loves him.

The only thing in his mind stumbles from his tongue in the form of a quiet "Why?". He didn't do anything exceptional. He was showing II an arrangement and said he wasn't sure if it was any good, letting his fingers dance over the keys, feeling like he was stumbling through music. He felt like it captured that familiar insecurity, and he liked it and hoped II would like it, too. Even if it didn't make it into a song. Then II said he did like it, that it feels like Vessel is unsure but it gives the melody a unique flavor, and that Vessel was great for translating that feeling into music.

"'Why?' ?" II's answering question is filled with such disbelief that Vessel wants to hide. He said something inappropriate, something secret that had previously only been dwelling in his mind, in a dark corner, and now he feels exposed. Why did he even open his mouth? Not good. Definitely bad.

Vessel is slumping against II a bit, like he doesn't know how to hold himself upright anymore, like he needs support. II must feel it, because he's still holding him, and it's been minutes and Vessel tries to squirm away, to save any dignity he might still possess, and II lets him slip out of the embrace, but his arms linger like he doesn't want to let go of his friend. His friend who just blurted out the worst response to a confession of gentle affection. Vessel looks so worried when he catches II's gaze and he immediately averts his eyes and takes a few small steps back, unconsciously gravitating towards his piano for protection, a sense of safety.

"You're my friend, Vessel," II tries approaching the man with soft words, "You're kind and considerate and a damn good musician," Vessel stops backing away when the back of his legs hit the edge of his piano bench, but he's still looking at the floor, "You pour your heart into writing and playing and it's amazing to see. You're committed, but patient and you help me every time I need. Even when I'm too embarrassed to ask," II tilts his head and steps a bit closer to try and catch Vessel's gaze, "I know you don't see it and I'm sorry that you can't because it's true. I would never lie to you about this, Ves. I love you, you're my best friend," Vessel presses his lips together, so II adds, "Not just because we live in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. You're the best friend I've ever had. And I'm glad Sleep led me to you."

Vessel gives him a look that shows he tries really hard to believe him, and adds in such a low voice it's almost a whisper, "I love you, too," as if he's embarrassed to admit it. But it's not embarrassment, II realizes, it's disbelief, it's some sort of deep shame about needing someone else, of relying on anyone else but himself at all times. And it makes sense, considering Vessel's nature, but II could never put it all together, since large chunks of Vessel's past were unfamiliar to him. He could have guessed based on how the man acted, but he didn't want to assume anything. It felt disrespectful. Vessel would share if he wanted.

"And I'm really glad you found me," just a beat of silence, before he adds, in an even quieter tone, if that's possible, "And that you stayed," Vessel risks a bashful glance towards II, and sees him blink rapidly, shocked by the implication of the other's words, before he shakes himself and steps closer to Vessel. He searches his face for apprehension, but doesn't find any, so he gently puts his hands on Vessel's upper arms and sits him down on his bench. Before Vessel can react, II has his arms wrapped around him, one around his shoulder, and the other's hand cupping the back of his head and cradling it to his front.

"You're important to me, Ves. You're special and precious and I love you," II's fingers caress the man's shoulder and card through his hair, "I want you to know that I'm here for you any time, okay?" Vessel is still stunned and he's sure he's going catch on fire if he gets any warmer. II twists a lock of hair around his finger, "Okay?" Words form and die in Vessel's throat so he just nods, rapidly, almost hurriedly, and II lets out a small chuckle. "You're amazing, you know that?" he nuzzles into Vessel's hair for a moment to murmur, "And adorable," II sways with the man in his arms a little and Vessel is sure he will combust. His face is flaming against II's shirt and he tries to suppress the half grimace-half grin on his face and feels unreal. "C'mon. Tea break?" II smiles down at him and offers a hand. Vessel can stand on his own, but doesn't reject the offer. He likes the warmth of II's hand and he can always use the stability and the reminder of the other's presence. II soon replaces his hand with a mug of tea, but it's considerably colder to Vessel. The contrast is especially palpable when II brushes his knuckles against Vessel's as he's handing him his tea. The mug is warm, but II's skin is burning against his. But it's not bad. It's a good burn. It makes Vessel feel alive. Seen. Loved?

Vessel learns that he doesn't have to prove himself to other people to receive love. Love is not something that has to be earned in their home. Love is not a reward, not something that Vessel has to work for, then be disappointed that in the end, it isn't actually given to him. He tried being good in the past, being silent and keeping his head down and being a good kid, but the warmth and the unconditional love didn't come. He still tried, though, he always tried his best, but apparently that wasn't enough. Or there wasn't actually love at the end of that tunnel. It was just a play of light. But that would have been cruel and Vessel would like to think that people in his past weren't intentionally unkind to him (he won't admit the truth to himself for a while).

II often tells Vessel that he's proud of him. For speaking up. For telling him when he's having a bad day. For asking for distance when he needs it and closeness when he feels like he will drift away. For admitting to messing up, when he falls back into bad habits of self-destruction and isolation. For doing a grocery run by himself even though he goes home almost shaking and has to spend the next hours under a blanket on the couch, because it was simply too much. For crying when he talks about memories that he tried his hardest to forget but he just can't. For asking for help and letting II help him, even though it's hard. It's really hard, and Vessel apologizes for it, for being fucked-up and broken and damaged goods. For wasting II's time and being a burden, a needy, greedy thing. Wretched. Minus human.

But II tells him he loves him and that he could never be a burden. That he will always be worth it, he always has been, and that he's sorry that people in Vessel's past couldn't see it. Couldn't see him for all that he is. For the friend who pays attention to little details so he can show his friend how much he values him. For the guy who bakes his friend a complicated cake for his birthday because he off-handedly told him he can't even remember what it tasted like, even though it used to be his favorite. For the amazing composer who can capture emotions one doesn't realize one has. For the hard-working, curious kid who thought that being obedient and not questioning authority was the way to earn praise and affection. For the little boy who thought something was wrong with him, that he did or didn't do something and that is why he couldn't feel loved. For the child who cried and cried, silent and under the cover of the night, hoping that no one would hear (and secretly hoping that somebody would and they would come and save him from the gaping emptiness that made its home in his chest, way too big and scary for a boy that little). For the boy and then the man who couldn't cry anymore but thought that that is more than alright, at least he can finally keep it all inside. For the partner who allowed himself to be vulnerable with someone he trusted. For the partner who made sure his other knew he was always welcome, even though his brain sometimes tried to tell him otherwise. For the partner who grew comfortable with expressing casual affection so much that terms like 'darling' became second nature to him (and for the way he blushed when II told him that). For the man who learned to accept that it's okay to admit to not being okay, to need someone, to want to not feel alone, to feel cherished, to have his feelings validated. For the man who can tell his partner anything and does, because he knows he can speak his mind and that there will be someone who listens.

II wanted to see Vessel. Vessel let him. Even before he showed the uglier and less than perfect parts of himself, II loved him all the same. It was never about being 'good' and silent and compliant. Vessel is good. Vessel is not good. He's amazing. He's perfect. He's wonderful. He's cherished. He's incredible. He's valued. He's seen. He's listened to. He's heard. He's finally, finally loved. Has been for longer than he dared to think. Will soon be by more people than he thought possible.

[bubacorn]

what II, III and IV come home to after a shopping trip one time when they left Vessel at home unsupervised. they have no idea where the other three sharks came from, they've only ever seen one. Vessel won't elaborate

yes, he's building a nest with the sharks. yes, he needs all four, obviously. the others may join him if they promise to behave. yes, they are watching a documentary about sharks. no, he won't let go of his own shark but the others can arrange the rest of them if they'd like

no, Vessel is not a plush himself but he doesn't mind if III nudges blankets and sharks out of the way so he can hold him while Vessel holds his Blåhaj. perhaps he falls asleep halfway, perhaps he's just resting his eyes

yes, he is very warm and feels so loved, he would like to stay there for a bit longer, please. no, he doesn't mind if III wants to get up to stretch but maybe someone else can take his place? yes, he would like to be held tightly if that's okay. no, there's nothing wrong, he just needs physical contact

well, maybe Vessel drifted off for a little while. yes, he is a bit hungry but he would like a few more minutes in II's arms, the food has time to cool until then. he loves II very much and the hand in his hair and turning around to hide his face in the crook of II's neck. yes, he knows his breath tickles. yes, he knows II loves him a lot but welcomes the reminder all the same

yes, he knows he's a menace for buying three more sharks. in a small voice he suggests it was the fault of the Blåhaj distribution system. yes, he's a little sorry for the unnecessary purchase. he doesn't have to be, though. it's alright. a kiss to the tip of his nose like he's a stuffed shark, too, just to make him smile. II thinks they'll find room for the new arrivals in the manor, as they always do

Vessel is thankful, if a little ashamed, still. he wanted to store up on warmth, just in case. some sharks have to keep moving and can't stay in one place. you never know

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[inkcurlsandknives]

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[virq-qgo]

hii babe im just begging for a rough tag team with wolverine nd deadpool

I’m so sorry, I just saw this 😢 I’m a working woman, gotta make my money and spend it all at Adam and Eves. Anyways.. I hope this is good for you bookie, I put only my brain and boobs into it 😘

Request are still opened ❤️

Warnings: smut, my writing, obvi not proof read because I’m not all that.. female bodied.

If anyone had told you a few minutes ago that you would be on your back, getting absolutely cocked out by Logan. And having your mouth filled of it by wade. You would have laughed in their face. Because you are no man’s slut.

But here you are, laying on wades bed. Logan’s cock so full inside of you. His hips thrusting so hard against yours. Your poor pretty hips bruise.

It’s not like you can complain though, after all, wade is fucking your throat. But why would you complain? Getting absolutely dicked down by the two men you’ve had the hots for awhile is a dream come true, really it would be any girls dream.

Muffled moans attempted to escape your filled lips as your sore legs tighten around Logan’s waist. You were finally going to cum, after forever of torture. You finally get your reward.

Your eyes pooled with tears as you feel that little something snap in you, as you stupidly thought that this was your moment. That was until it was brutally ripped away from you.

Logan looks at you with a satisfied yet sadistic expression. “Aw, poor girl, finally thought she was about to come.” In a flash of the moment, you were flipped to your stomach. And Logan’s rough hands grab at your plush hips. Slamming himself back into you. “Too bad that bad girls don’t get to cum.”

A cry escape your lips as you feel Logan slam back into you. Your face is burrowed into the sheets of the bed as the pace Logan was brutally fucking you was putting holes in the walls from the bed.

You were too busy whining to notice that wade and Logan were bickering back and forth.

“My turn wolvie, I want to fuck my pretty slut next.” Wade pressed, his scared hands running down her body. “We’re switching places.”

Logan didn’t like this idea, knowing that wade would give in and let you cum. You were getting punished, you didn’t get to cum. “You’re not getting your dick wet, it’s my pussy that I’m fucking.”

Wade did not like this response, he pulled Logan away. Feeling so incredibly horny once he heard you whine at the feeling of being so empty. “Don’t worry princess, I’ll be filling this pussy up so nice for you. The only thing you’ll be remembering is how good my cock is.”

Wade gave you no time to think as he thrusted into your abused hole. One hand on your hips, the other wrapped around your front, playing with your sensitive clit.

“You’ve been my good girl, must be because I’m better. But I want that pretty pussy to milk my dick.” He praises.

Wade teased, crescent marks are left in your hips from how hard Wade squeezed your hips. Moans fall from his lips as he felt your sweet hole squeeze his cock. He couldn’t hold himself back, Wade pressed your body down into the bed. Fucking you at an incredible pace, hitting all of your deep spots.

Logan watches the both of you, his cock so unbelievably hard, it hurt. His tip was aching and wet. He was turned on to the extreme, watching you moan like a damn porn star because of how good Wade is fucking you. It almost made him jealous.

He watches how Wade thrust faster than he has before, and watches how you try to claw at anything you can reach. Logan couldn’t help but find his cock with his hand. He wasn’t mad that you came around wades cock, or how the way your pussy clenched around nothing while his hot load was dripping out of you and down your thighs. Logan was so totally jealous, wanting it to be your pussy milking him instead of his own hand. Wanted it to be his load dripping out of you.

Finally, he had enough. Logan stood back up, pushing Wade to the side. “I hope you aren’t tired buba, because we only have just gotten started.”

[magics-neptunes-things]

A Year of You

Hi guys!

This is a part 2 for "A Baby for Christmas" that I wrote months ago. It took me a long time to write because I wanted to have different ideas and not to write something to get over it.

So please enjoy this one ♥

December

Charlie being born on December 8, her first Christmas is naturally celebrated a little less than two weeks after her birth. It was normally up to you and Leah to throw the party, but Amanda seemed to think your daughter’s arrival gave you a valid excuse to skip your turn. It took a few years of adaptation, but you and Leah managed to find a twist between your two families, so that you could spend time with both of them. The Williamsons have invited your loved ones to come and celebrate with them several times, and that is the case today.

Usually you celebrate the 24th with Leah’s parents, her brother and girlfriend. On the 25th at noon with ALL Williamson and the 25th at night you are at your parents where you sleep and also spend the day after.

This year, however, to avoid complicated journeys, the two families are reunited and it suits you very well like that. You came home from the maternity ward after three nights, finding your bed and Leah’s arms to sleep with relief. Charlie is a rather calm child, it’s only when she is hungry that she gets angry and you don’t hesitate to tease Leah by pointing out that she already takes from her. She answered that if it was right, Charlie would only eat ham sandwich.

For sleep, she always has the rhythm of a newborn. That is, she falls asleep anywhere and anytime, waking up after four hours since her last meal. And since your daughter’s arrival in your lives, you’ve been wondering which dumbass invented the phrase "Sleeping like a baby" to mean you slept well.

"Is the most beautiful girl hungry?" coos Leah sitting next to you on the couch while you hold Charlie in your arms.

"No I'm okay, thank you" you answer with a sarcastic smile.

Leah laughs softly and puts a kiss on your cheek, although you had time to see a hint of guilt in her eyes. She nevertheless hands you the bottle that she has skillfully prepared for Charlie and you don't waste time before proposing it to her. She calms down quickly and you smile when you hear her gurgling with pleasure.

"I love you" Leah whispers to your ear, putting her two arms around your waist.

You leave Charlie’s face to look at your wife tenderly. With her elf headband and Christmas sweater, you find her particularly adorable. You answer her "I love you too" in the same way before kissing her tenderly, determined to enjoy a little of her. The world revolves around you, trying to digest the main course before tackling the army of desserts planned by your mother-in-law. Your parents are talking to Leah’s father about their last trip, the cousins have embarked on a game of Uno and the youngest enjoy the gifts they received.

"Oi, you just had a baby, maybe this is not the time to try to make another one"

The couch pops up next to Leah when her brother drops down next to her, interrupting your moment. If it amuses you, Leah gives him a cold glare.

"You better hurry up and make one, so my daughter has a cousin to play with."

January

Despite the fact that Alessia, Lia and Katie drove Leah to the maternity ward, none of them have had the chance to meet Charlie yet. It must be said that this little lady was born during the holidays, many people returned to their families. So, when Leah’s first practice of the year takes place, your decision to go surprise her and officially introduce Charlie to everyone was not hard to take.

Maybe a little helped too by the trouble Leah had leaving you both this morning. You almost had to throw her out, after promising to send her regular photos of Charlie.

"We’re here, Buba" you tell your daughter, using the nickname Leah gave her.

The baby has just eaten and slept almost all morning, so it’s relaxed and awake that she gets out of her car seat to get installed it in her stroller. With her fox onesie and her beanie with fox ears, you could eat her alive. Her eyes don’t leave your face when you go to the training field, the time of the lunch break being over since a few minutes.

Also, you didn’t expect to practically rush into Alessia who seems to be running to catch up. The shock of the almost collision passed, she gives you a big smile that gets even bigger when she realizes that you have Charlie with you. In two seconds she is leaning over the stroller.

"She’s so tiny" she whispers

You smile and look with amusement at your daughter looking at Alessia with a mixture of mistrust and skepticism.

"She inherited Leah’s glare and frown. It's kind of scary" mumble Alessia before getting up to look at you with hope. "Can I take her?"

You accept without hesitation, gently taking Charlie from her stroller to tender her to Alessia. You are perfectly confident, despite her chronic clumsiness you know that she will be very careful.

Alessia puts a kiss on Charlie’s cheek and looks at her smiling for a few minutes, before giving her back to you.

"Let’s go, we’re not gonna deprive Leah of a few extra seconds with you."

You follow her to the gym where the sports machines are, learning with joy that the girls will not return to the field until tomorrow. The training was adapted with the weather and it seems that snow is announced in the middle of the afternoon. You continue your chatter, until Alessia opens the door of the room.

"Late, Russo!"

You smile when you hear Leah’s voice sound, but Alessia is the first to speak again.

"I have a good excuse. Look who I’m bringing you"

Busy pedaling on a bike, Leah raises her head with curiosity, her face lighting up when seeing you. It only takes a few seconds for her to jump off her bike and join you, passing her arms around your waist to drop dozens of kisses all over your face, making you laugh.

"What are you doing here?"

"Charlie missed you" you maliciously pretexted.

"Ooooh is it right Buba? Did you miss me?"

Leah smiles softly and leans over the stroller, once again taking Charlie out to take her in her arms. She starts talking to her while rocking her. You smile softly, letting them have their moment and take the opportunity to greet the teammates of your blonde. After a few minutes they are all arguing about which one will have the chance to have Charlie first and you watch them do it while laughing softly.

You are not surprised to see Leah opting for Lia, the reassuring calm of the Swiss inspired as often trust. In the meantime, you’re sure of one thing, Charlie has an entire team to rely on in case of trouble.

February

Leah growls as she hears your daughter’s crying sound in the night, for what it seems to be the tenth time, turning on her stomach to hide her face in the pillow. For your part you sigh with despair, you have not even had time to fall asleep since her last awakening.

"What the hell is happening to her?"

Leah’s voice is muffled by the pillow and you rub your face as you get out of bed.

"I don’t know" you whisper, completely lost.

Usually, Charlie only wakes up once in the night to get a bottle, two if she ate not enough during the day. Which is more than reasonable for a three-month-old baby. But tonight, something doesn’t seem right and you don’t understand what. She ate well, had a good day and everything was fine yesterday. She fell asleep as usual except tonight, something’s wrong.

You checked her temperature, offered a bottle, water, changed her diaper several times and even undressed her from head to toe to make sure everything was okay. You had the misfortune of falling on the story of a baby who lost a toe because a hair had wrapped around it. Since then, you’ve been carefully examining Charlie’s ten toes several times a day.

Arriving in your daughter’s room, you take her out of her cradle once again to take her against you and rock her, installed on the armchair in her room. Like other times she finally calms down and looks at you at length with her blue eyes before finally letting herself go in sleep.

You realize you fell asleep too when you feel Charlie being gently removed from your arms. Your first reflex is to tighten her against you, but Leah’s whispered voice gently reassures you.

You watch her do it, dropping a kiss on Charlie’s forehead before turning to you to lift you from the chair and carry you a little bit the way she did with your daughter. Smiling tenderly, you put your arms around her neck and let her bring you back to your bed. She lies you on it and lies on you, her head in your neck.

"Don’t take this position for what it isn't, I’m too exhausted for anything to do with sex" Leah mutters against your skin.

You laugh softly, fondling her long blond hair tenderly.

"It was worth marrying a professional athlete" you point out by yawning.

"Tomorrow" answers Leah already half asleep.

"Sure"

You’re amused and close your eyes. Leah’s comforting warmth against you allows you to fall asleep faster than before and you are already almost gone when you hear your wife speak again.

"Love you"

"Love you more" you manage to whisper before sinking completely.

March

Becoming a parent has brought a lot of positive things into your life, you can’t say otherwise. Ever since Charlie was born, you’ve discovered a form of love you never knew existed. But you also have to admit that you miss spending quality time with Leah alone. So you took advantage of Leah’s birthday to ask your mother-in-law to look for your pretty princess for the night, to have the opportunity to offer Leah an evening.

Amanda obviously accepted without hesitation, idolizing her granddaughter. Leaving her at home wasn’t easy, however, especially for you. You never left Charlie for more than several hours, when Leah was looking at her for you to go for a medical appointment or a haircut.

"Will you let us know how it's going?" You whisper in Amanda’s ear saying goodbye, Leah covering Charlie’s laughing face with kisses next to you.

"Sure." Amanda smiles at you before fondly tapping your cheek. "Take good care of my daughter, I’ll take care of yours."

You can’t help but smile at her remark and you take a look in the direction of Leah and Charlie, to be once again invaded by a wave of love for the two human beings in front of you.

A few hours later, you enter the restaurant you booked. This is the first restaurant you shared with Leah and the smile on her face is enough to make you understand that she remembers it too.

"Very good choice of restaurant" teases Leah, once installed at your table.

"I thought it would be good to go back to basics"

Leah smiles and you thank the waiter who brings you the menu cards before taking your choice of drink. The beginning of the meal goes quietly, conversations passing from football to Charlie, to your work and the holidays you plan to do this summer.

"Do you remember what you said to me after our first date?" Leah suddenly asks while poking a French fry with her fork.

"Mmh?"

You have a full mouth and are therefore unable to give her an answer right away. Anyway, you have the impression that Leah wants to formulate the sentence herself.

"I’ve been warned of your flirtatious temper. I don’t want to be another scratch on your bedmarks. If you want something from me, it must be something serious."

You smile at that memory and Leah seems amused too. You quickly fell in love with the blonde, how could you have done otherwise anyway?

"You’ve been running your boat pretty well so far" you’re joking mischievously.

"And right after you threw yourself at me to kiss me"

That too, you remember perfectly well, obviously. Far from being calculated, this kiss had been intense. The first one you two shared.

"I was afraid you were less interested in me than I was in you. I wanted to leave you a little memory."

"By slamming the door of your apartment in my face right after?"

Leah’s face is laughing, amused at the thought of teasing you for your behavior. But you can’t blame her, you’re even laughing now.

"What do you want me to say? I just panicked."

Leah mixes her laughter with yours and you smile softly, still loving to hear her laugh. People sometimes define Leah as serious and narrow-minded, what she is. But she’s not just that. You love the gentle, relaxed, tender Leah.

"It didn’t prevent you from writing to me a little hour after actually" you point out while bowing an eyebrow.

"Contrary to what you seem to think, I’ve always been the most in love between the both of us"

Bowing your eyebrow at her, you point your fork in her direction. She is about to revive a long debate between you two. And her dirty kid's smile tells you she knows exactly what she’s doing.

"Don’t start here, Williamson."

Throughout the meal, you receive occasional news from Amanda to inform you of the evolution of Charlie’s evening. You received a photo of Charlie in her bath, a photo of Charlie with Amanda’s dog, a photo of Charlie with her uncle Jacob and a photo of Charlie deeply asleep in her bedroom at her grandmother. You’ve repeated several times that it’s not necessary to have a room made for Charlie at her place, but Amanda is as stubborn as Leah.

"Aren’t we going home?"

Leah’s surprise voice pulls you out of your thoughts, for once she’s the passager princess. You look at her quickly to stay focused on the road, smiling at her.

"Who do you think I am? It’s your birthday, we’re not going to end the evening with a chamomile in front of a soap opera"

You’re a little more relaxed than at the beginning of the evening, relieved to learn that Charlie fell asleep without being difficult to her grandmother. She has finally regained her sleep habits after a short spell.

"Where are we going?" Leah said, standing up on her seat and looking out, as if signs were going to give her the right answer.

You end up stopping your car at a palace in the Westminster district, in which you booked a suite with a balcony offering you a magnificent view of London. This is one of the few times you find yourself facing a silent Leah.

"What do you think?" you ask timidly after joining her on the balcony.

"I don’t know what I did to have the chance to have you in my life, but know that I don’t intend to let you escape one day" Leah whispers in response, putting her two arms around your waist to hold you tight.

"I really think that I'm the lucky one but never let me go" you mumble against her lips, passing your arm around her neck.

"Never let you go" she answers before kissing you hard, promise of a more than pleasant end of the evening.

April

The first time you took Charlie to see Leah play, it was primarily to support your wife who play today on her national team. To say that Charlie didn’t see much of the first half is an understatement, but she's now a great sleeper.

So that you can enjoy the game, your mother and Leah’s mother volunteered in turn to watch over Charlie who was peacefully napping inside the VIP corner, away from the cold in the bleachers. Awakened at halftime for her bottle, she is in your arms when Leah put the ball on the net, cheered whit the crowd around you. You gently take Charlie’s hand in yours and make her say hello to Leah who sends you a big smile.

Dressed in a panda jumpsuit on which you passed a jersey obviously flocked with Leah’s number and your last name, Charlie is particularly adorable. Well, you’re not impartial. But since you’ve had all the families of Leah’s teammates come to see Charlie, you don’t think you’re the only one who thinks so.

The game went great and the spring sun allows you not to be cold. You can’t tell what Charlie sees from the game, but her attention seems to be focused on the pitch. Even if sometimes she seems more attracted by the images that pass on the big screen. Charlie stays on your lap for the rest of the game and when the whistle rings to announce the end of the game, Leah goes straight to you.

"My Love" coos Leah taking Charlie in her arms immediately.

"Ouch. That hurts." you grumble in a low voice

Amanda next to you laughs and puts her arm around your shoulder. Leah gives you an apology smile while dropping kisses on Charlie’s cheeks making your daughter pat Leah’s cheeks. You can’t be angry for real obviously, especially when you feel your heart melt when you see the scene.

Leah is quickly joined by some of her teammates, Alessia at the top of the list. She’s taking Ella with her and you can see that Georgia isn’t following very far behind. If Charlie looks at Ella and Georgia with a scepticism that can only be linked to her genes, she smiles a big smile at Alessia.

"I’m her favorite" she proudly says, reaching out to Charlie.

Leah rolls her eyes and gently give her your daughter. Over time, Alessia seems to be more comfortable with Charlie. She developped a sweet spot for your daughter, asking you from time to time if she can join your afternoon stroll.

When Leah turns to you, you hurry to remove your smile from your face and look at her with an arch of an eyebrow.

"Are you sulking Williamson?" Leah mischievously pinched your ribs.

"Absolutely" you answer by wriggling to escape her attacks.

Leah smiles as you try to get away but doesn’t hesitate to put her arms around your waist to take you against her. You let it happen, of course. She understood that you're not really angry when you said you were. You smile in her arms, passing your arms around her neck.

"I’m proud of you, Lee" you say in the hollow of her ear.

You feel Leah’s smile against your skin and she puts a kiss in the hollow of your neck. The glance she throws at you and the caress on your cheek are largely enough to make you understand that you too are "Her Love". After releasing you, Leah turns to her mother and yours to exchange a few words. For your part, you turn towards Charlie who is still in Alessia’s arms.

"Beware the…" you begin, before Charlie grabs Ella’s hair in full hand to pull it, triggering Ella's cry of pain and Alessia's laughter. "…hair."

May

"Baby she's doing it again!"

Hiding your smile, you leave your work on your computer to go to Leah and Charlie in the kitchen. Your daughter started to eat vegetable puree and everything went great until Kyra came on time during Charlie's lunch and show her how to spit her food.

"I'm going to kill Kyra" Leah mumbles, giving you the little spoon and Charlie's vegetable.

"Alright but wash the carrots before, maybe" your smirk.

You hear Leah grunts before heading to the bathroom and you turn yourself in Charlie's direction. Arching an eyebrow, you look at your daughter with seriousness before pointing her with the plastic spoon.

"No spitting, baby Williamson!"

Charlie give your one of her toothy smile and you can't help yourself but smile too. She definitely have you wrapped around her little finger, but you still tries to set her boundaries and rules, not wanting Charlie to become one of those unbearable children who listens to nothing.

You carefully give her a spoon that she's swallow easily before opening her mouth again. You feel yourself relax as the spoon were eaten easily and some minutes after Leah is back in the kitchen with a new shirt.

"Thanks baby" she says, kissing your cheek before taking back the spoon and the bowl.

"You're welcome. Can I go back to my office now?"

"Yep" Leah says, popping the p of the word.

"Be wise with Mum, Baba" you say to your daughter before going in your office again.

After your pregnancy, you didn't start working again. It was to hard for you to leave Charlie for now, maybe you will start again after she start school. You had a long discussion with Leah about it, not wanting to be the one using the other's money. Leah was shocked that you thought that she can think about you that way, saying that she didn’t mind you taking care of your daughter for the first few months of her life.

In exchange, you offered to take care of all the administrative papers of your couple life and this is what you are currently working on.

At least you try, because five minutes later you clearly ear the characteristic sound of a baby spitting.

"What the... Charlie!"

June

You might have thought that having a child would take you and Leah away from your friends, but over the months you’ve found out that you were wrong. Charlie having the facility to sleep everywhere (you like to emphasize that she must take this from you), Leah and you have no difficulty in making her sleep anywhere and moving her without her waking up in her car seat, then in her bed. You know it can make some parents jealous, but it's your reality.

The proof again tonight, at the party organized by Viv and Beth at their home. Charlie is deeply asleep in her stroller, her cuddly llama tight against her, after taking her last bottle of the day. The temperature of the day allowed you to eat in the garden and this is still where you are. You rock Charlie’s stroller mechanically from time to time, despite the fact that Leah made you sit on her lap after the dessert.

"So when do you give us a second one?" asks Beth with a little a smirk.

"Clearly not right away" Leah replies immediately, making you smile.

It was a discussion you had a few weeks ago, to know if you wanted to have a second child and when. You were a little afraid to admit to Leah that you didn’t see yourself with a second child at the moment, but when Leah told you it was the same for her, you were very relieved. Charlie is adorable, easy and it’s a pleasure to have her by your side. But you want to enjoy it and honestly now that you have found a functioning that seems to suit to all three of you, you would be afraid that it would change if had a second child so quickly.

"Just make one yourself" you add with a mischievous smile.

Viv almost chokes on her drin, causing the amused laughters of the people around you.

"We have Myle, it’s going very well like this" Viv replies as Beth gives her little pats on the back.

"Did you just compare my baby princess to your dog or am I dreaming?" said Leah with a frown.

Feeling the argument getting ready when Beth in turn frowns and bends over to Leah to answer, Lia jumps on her legs and takes the blonde with her to help bring more water. Wise decision in your opinion and you mask your amused smile by laying a kiss on Leah’s cheek.

July

For your first summer family vacation, you and Leah decided to take off in the sun so that Leah could rest a little after a rather tiring season. You chose Spain and one of its islands. And the least you can say is that Charlie seems to acclimatize very well to the Spanish climate. Luckily for her, she doesn’t seem to have inherited Leah’s English skin, which is hard to tan.

You’re actually fighting with Charlie who hates sunscreen prodigiously and pushes your hands back every time you approach her face with it. She tolerates when you put it on her body, but on her face you have to arm yourself with patience. A distraction is however quickly brought by Leah, even if you would have done without it.

"What the hell are you doing with a giant inflatable llama?" you ask skeptically.

"He’s so handsome! And Charlie loves llamas"

That’s right. Her favorite to sleep is actually a soft, hairy llama that was given to her by Leah’s brother. You cowardly take advantage of Charlie’s distraction to quickly spread sunscreen on her face before letting her crawl to the llama. She skillfully climbs on it before sitting on it and applauding.

"See?" Leah smiled big before taking Charlie under one arm and the llama under the other.

"And where are you going?" you ask, with an amused smile.

"Having fun. Go back to your lame reading"

Leah pulls her tongue at you and you roll your eyes with an amused smile before sitting on the sun lounger decorated with sunscreen. But you don’t lie there, preferring to watch Charlie and Leah play in the water from afar. You make some photos and videos that you send to each of your mothers before deciding to join them.

The two blondes greet you with big smiles and you simply sit down next to her in the sand. It's impossible for you not to smile when you hear Charlie's laughter mixed with the laughter so recognizable and that you adore from Leah.

While you admire them both, you can’t help but wonder what you’ve done in your life to be so lucky. And you’re not just saying that because Leah’s swimsuit allows you to get a great view of her abs.

Your eyes are quickly intercepted by Leah, who addresses you her famous cocky smile.

"Haven’t you finished staring at me like that?"

"Never" you answer with a smile.

Leah laughs softly and you stand from the sand in which you sat, finally joining them in the water. One hand in Leah’s back, you kiss her. The blonde smiles tenderly, tightening against you but your moment is quickly interrupted by Charlie. Until then sitting on the llama, the little blonde seems to have suddenly decided to get on all fours and almost fall in the water.

"We’re going to have to work on your survival instinct, Baba" Leah says after preventing her from falling head first in the water.

September

Like every Sunday night, your meal consists of pizza since it's Leah’s cheating meal day. This lunch, also like every Sunday you don't have a football game, you went to eat at her parents' for the famous Sunday roast. When you got home, Charlie taking her last nap in the car, you bathed her before you ordered pizzas over the phone. Margarita for Leah and all cheese for you.

Meanwhile, Leah sat in the living room with Charlie and turned on the television to watch the Arsenal men’s football match. Dressed in her pajamas in the colors of Arsenal, Charlie is sitting next to her mat. Why sitting on something comfortable when you can have something cold? And she puts the shapes into her toy by lifting the plate rather than passing them through the holes, but nothing surprises you with this young lady anymore.

"Pizza orders" you tell Leah by sitting next to her

"Great baby" Leah says without leaving the screen.

You roll your eyes with a slight smile, watching Charlie continue to play. You enjoy watching your wife play with her teammates, but that’s not what made you want to watch other people play. Well, until you…

"Leah" you almost shout abruptly by grabbing her arm abruptly.

"What" jump the blonde.

You don’t answer, searching for your phone on the couch without leaving Charlie with your eyes. Leah quickly turns her gaze in the same direction as you, only to realize that Charlie has risen. And that she is walking.

Her first steps.

That you manage to immortalize with a "What the f…luff" from Leah in background. On the rest of the video, we see Charlie turning towards you with an interrogative look. But it's quickly erased by her big smile when you rush to take her in your arms.

December

"I can’t believe she’s already a year old" Leah whispers from behind you, her arms around your waist.

"I know" you sigh softly as you let yourself go against her.

You both watch Charlie sitting on the floor with Kyra and Alessia, playing with one of the toys she received as a gift. Even though she seems to have enjoyed the idea of tearing off the gift wrap more than anything else, the game finally seems to catch her attention.

You set up her first birthday party and probably exaggerated a bit about things, but Charlie seems to have enjoyed her day. Your close family was there, as were some of Leah’s teammates who eventually also play the role of aunties to Charlie.

Your daughter probably received too many gifts and seems to have taken a malignant pleasure in destroying the cake planned for the photo shoot. Photos you’ll cherish in a few months.

When you gently turn your face towards Leah to kiss her, you realize that tears are visible on her face.

"Are you crying?"

Well, maybe the question is stupid. Anyway, Leah is burying her face in the hollow of your neck before answering.

"No"

You smile softly, touched by your wife’s emotion. Leah’s breath is hot against your skin and it makes you shiver. Turning in her arms, you pass your arms around her.

"Come here, you big softy"

You lull her tenderly against you, happy that all the attention of others is on Charlie or on the remains of cakes that are still on their plates. If Leah likes to give an impression of mastery and distance in everyday life, her friends and family know that her sensitivity is one of her main characteristics.

"I love you" whispers Leah after a few seconds. "So much"

"I love you too" you smile tenderly.

When Leah pops her face out of your neck her eyes are dry but her cheeks still wet. You gently wipe them with your thumbs and kiss her tenderly, as you wanted to do at the base.

"And well done for the organization" Leah continues after your kiss. "That was perfect. Thanks for organizing that."

"Of course. But you helped me too"

Leah laughs at your amused smile. It’s true that she helped you a lot, especially when she learned that you had an appointment with a pastry chef to taste different mixes of tastes for Charlie’s birthday cake.

Your eyes turn to Charlie walking in your direction, leaving behind Alessia and Kyra who continue to play with her animal zoo. Since she took her first steps, the times you have seen her on all fours are counted on the fingers of the hand.

"Hi Baba" you smile as you lift her off the ground to take her in your arms.

You kiss her cheek and Charlie laughs when Leah does the same on the other side of her face.

"Photo!" cheerfully makes your mom when she appears suddenly in front of you.

You just have time to turn to her before your mother capture the moment. A photo that will end up enlarged above your television, then followed by many others when time will continue to offer you millions of other good moments and memories with them. All your life.

[queerliblib]

Any recs for East and SE Asian protags/focused writing? Any and all genres welcome!

just answered a similar ask the other day! it was very WLW focused though, so here are some queer of other varieties works that fit:

The Membranes by Chi Ta-Wei

Nuclear Family by Joseph Han

Afterparties by Anthony Veasna So

Beijing Comrades by Bei Tong

Ghost Town by Kevin Chen

For Today I am a Boy by Kim Fu

Burden of Ashes by Justin Chin

The Genesis of Misery by Neon Yang

Saints of Storm & Sorrow by Gabriella Buba

we’ve also got a whole section of Manga if that’s your jam

[eepystars]

Carmel Chocolates

Summary: Reader experiences sensory issues which soon stumbles into an overload. The team does everything to help as the reader regresses further.

Fandom: Haikyuu

Characters: Karasuno team

Pronouns: You, ungendered terms but implied male reader

Age: 3-5

Nickname(s): Little One, Bubs/Bubas, Baby

Catagory: Angst to Fluff

Type: Small Fic

a/n: age regression is not a kink. it is a state when a person mentally reverts to a child. all of my fics will involve the au where age regression is known and accepted. I will also be using my own experience with sensory overload to write this fic, so if there are things that you do not relate to 100% im sorry :(

Also this is not proofread, so if you find mistakes please let me know :3

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Everything was too loud. The sounds of volleyballs hitting the gym floor, the boys yelling and screaming, and the coach correcting everyone. It was too much. You tried to calm down, focusing on your breathing as you looked around. It was too bright. The white overheads and the sun glaring through the window was making your head hurt. Your breathing got a little faster as you tried to ground yourself. Your nails dig into your palms as you try not to look so frazzled. As you went into a deeper state of panic, the voices got louder and the lights brighter, only helping to worsen the situation. With your panicked state, you didn't realize the worried stare of Yachi. It was getting to be overwhelming.

Eventually you decided enough was enough and ran out of the gym as quickly as you can. The sun only made everything worse. Your footsteps were ponding against the pavement-- you didn't even know where you were going. The tears finally flowed from your eyes as you stumbled onto the ground. You couldn't catch your breath, harsh whimpers escaping as you tried. You were sobbing now, breaking down in who knows where. The tears escaping your eyes came out so fast you didn't even realize the shoes in front of you. The figure, blurry from your tears, crouched down to your spot on the floor. Cool hands brushed the tears away and covered your ears from the sounds around you.

You didn't know whose hands they were-- more focused on the cooling touch and the blockage of sounds. It was getting a little better, however the sun was still glaring into your eyes. You were still crying, but, slowly, you started to stop. Eventually, your vision cleared up enough to finally be able to see. It was Suga, which made a lot of sense. "'m sorry.." you mumbled to him. It was embarrassing to react like that in front of your team. He only gave you a gentle smile in return.

"It's ok, little one. No need to cry anymore," he hushed. His tone was gentle, no ounce of malice. "You're ok, little one."

You let out a couple of sniffles and nodded. "T'ank you," you mumbled, giving him a shy smile. You were feeling better knowing he didn't mind. "Let's get you back to the gym, alright? I'm sure the rest would love to know you're alright," he said with a smile while rubbing at your hair. He waited a little, watching your cautious expression as you thought of an answer. "Okay!" you told him cheerily. Maybe the others would be quieter after you're back! His smile brightened as he helped you up. You had some scraps from the fall, but you weren't bleeding. "Hold my hand, bubs, we wouldn't want you to fall again." He reached his hand out and waited for you to hold it. You nodded and held his hand, letting him lead the way back.

By this point, you were pretty deep into your regression, and Suga knew. His gentle coos, soft touches, and bright smiles told you everything. The fuzz was taking over as you watched your steps. You were too engrossed in watching your footprints behind you to realize you finally made it to the gym until Suga stopped walking. "We're here bubs. You ready to see them?" He turned towards you as he asked, looking for any sort of rejection. You give him a simple nod. "Ready!" you smiled. "Alright little one, let's go inside. He held your hand as you both went inside, helping you over the edge.

You blinked, letting your eyes adjust to the dimmed lights in the gym. You soon realized that there was little to no sound-- no squeaking of shoes, no balls smacking the floors, and even the lights were lowered. You looked around to find everyone staring at you. The stares made you feel a little flustered which made you want to hide behind Suga... so you did. You heard him laugh after you hid, making you flush a little. "It's ok, little one. They won't judge," he said. You just whined, not really wanting to face them.

Then, footsteps were heard, coming in your direction. You peak out, seeing a majority of the team coming your way, all with smiles on their faces. Daichi reached you first. "Hey there little one," he said just above a whisper, "Do you feel any better?" He was smiling so gently at you. It made you feel all warm and safe, so you responded. "Mhm... feel better but I fell." You showed him your scraps. "Oh bubs," another voice rang out, "we should get that cleaned up, hm?" You turned to face him, Yamaguchi, and shook your head. "It's gonna hurt! A lot!"

Yamaguchi let out a small laugh and walked a little closer. "Is it ok to see them a little closer, little one?" You thought about it for a moment. "Mmmk..." You hold your hands out, letting him see the brunt of the damage. "Awe, looks like they're just scraps! Let me see your knees now, ok?" he looked at you, speaking in a low tone. You nodded and left your place behind Suga. Yamaguchi inspects your bruised knees, noting the small bits of blood. "Does it hurt, bubs?" he asks. "A little- doesn't hurt anymore," you spoke.

"Well, little one, we do have to clean this up. Right Suga?" He gave a small glance to a nodding Sugawara. "But bubs, it's gonna hurt a little. Can you be brave and let us clean it up?" Yamaguchi asks; you assume he was going to clean up your wounds. You puff up your chest in confidence. "I am brave! So brave!" you say loudly. There were a few laughs that followed after and you let Yamaguchi lead you to Yachi. She was holding a first aid kit and you saw her opening it. "Look!" Yamaguchi pointed. "There's Spiderman bandaids!" You gasped, "Spiderman! I love Spiderman!" You giggled a little, happy that you got to wear Spiderman bandaids.

"Let's get you cleaned up now, hm?" Yachi said quietly. "We wouldn't want your owies to get worse." She started working on cleaning your wounds, starting with your hands. They didn't hurt, as they were not too deep. "All clean, see? Now we're gonna move to your knees. I need you to be the bravest you can, ok?" Yachi was comforting with her shy smile and gentle tone. "Mhm! The bravest!" You gave her a big smile-- one she returned. You started to play with Yamaguchi's hand to distract you as she cleaned. It hurt. Really bad. You let out a couple of whines and pulled your leg away a little. "You've gotta be brave, remember?" Yamaguchi hummed. "The bravest you've ever been!" You let out another whine, "I am the bravest!" You gave Yachi access to your knees once more and play with Yamaguchi's hands again.

She finished in record time, plastering the Spiderman Bandaids onto your knee. "You were so brave! Just like Spiderman!" Yachi says with a big smile. You smile back, happy for it to finally be over. "Any more owies?" Yachi asked, inspecting your form to see if they missed anything. "Nuh uh- no more," you responded. She nodded and packed up her supplies. While she was packing them up, Yamaguchi led you to the rest of the team, who was quietly observing while cleaning the gym up-- they had decided to end practice a little early, with approval from the coach.

"Are you doing ok, little one?" Asahi askes. You nodded, shy again once facing your team. You move so you were behind Yamaguchi and buried your head into his shirt. "Awe! So shy!" Nishinoya said. "Bro, the baby is cute!" You whined at this and flushed, not used to compliments. They cooed at this, finding your behavior adorable. Soon, more of your team members were complimenting you: Suga, Ennoshita, Tanaka, even Tsukishima! You just flushed a little more at the attention. Yamaguchi was chuckling at your reactions, leading you to his side so he could play with your hair.

Everything was ok now, you were getting attention from your team members, talking about everything, playing with them, and even jumpscaring them! You were feeling a lot better, the only thing on your mind being the love you were receiving from your team.

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First actual post! I'm so sorry for not actually making a fic but I was doing really bad mentally and couldn't find the motivation! But now that schools over, i can write, as i feel so much better :3:3

[caregivingchrysalises]

welcome to the caregiving chrysalises

i’m the (your) genderfluid butterfly caregiver prinx whose created this blog with the hopes of spreading my wings as a caregiver throughout the interweb

i’m genderfluid- so caregiving titles may vary but you can always refer to me by my name atala, or the terms buba, bibi, baba or papa!

i am a prinx of many passions- so i tend to fly about as any good butterfly should, but while we’re here these are some things to keep in mind

this blog is SFW only and is in no way and will never be associated with any nsfw connotations or relations of age regression and caregiving- nsfw interactions of any kind on my work will be blocked!

this blog is meant to be as safe a space for me as it is for all who interact with it so please remember that while i may be a charming prinx i am also a person- so please be respectful

this blog is meant to be an outlet for the drabbles and thoughts i feel aren’t represented enough in the agere space from a caregiving perspective- if you’d like to see fictional caregiving drabbles and thoughts please also consider flying towards @mydearestdrabbles

this blog will be mainly reassurance and comfort- and flies towards babyre/ younger regressors- most of the content will be written and specified as genderless unless otherwise noted

as a genderfluid caregiver i’ll do my best to indicate my fluidity in my writing and to give voice as to whether the comfort/ reassurance is coming from a specific gender pov!

asks are welcomed and can be as simple as saying hi and getting a welcoming response to as detailed as situation specific reassurance- i will not address asks which are graphic or non-kid appropriate though if you have doubts you’re welcome to still ask and i’ll do my best to get back to you!

this blog is meant to be fun and relaxing for everyone- don’t interact if you have the intention of disrupting this cocoon and/or spreading hate/negativity/ or nsfw related activity surrounding agere (and honestly of any kind)- thanks for your understanding

#atala answers for asks that i respond to

if there’s anything to add or remove the changes will be here

your buba is very proud of you baby, feel free to stay as long as you’d like!

[sfwregressionfanfictions]

Dean Winchester X Little! Reader: LD PT2

WC: 1882

Summary: An online dating app leads to a long-distance relationship.

A/N: Why does wifi suck? Also why does college give you no personal space to write??????

Part 1. Part 2

Dean was attached to his phone and computer like a high schooler. He adored having a little one he was getting to know. He recently sent a package containing a paci, a onesie, a tiara, and a few other trinkets and toys. The little one really needed to be more cautious about giving out their address as they did with him. 

Cases had currently been at a standstill. So Dean was allowed to stay at home all day and talk to the age regressor he had come to care for. He learned so much in such a short time about the little artist, they told him about their family, how they work as a little bakery, and how they were scared of the closing shift. He felt bad about lying or not telling the full truth to them, but it was for their safety. 

But how badly he wanted to tell them and let them know and trust him. He wanted to fully commit to the little and be their caregiver. He wanted nothin more than that. He missed taking care of someone so small and in need of protection, now that Sam was grown, he didn’t have that.

A ding from his phone interrupted his pining. It was a text from the little one.

Y/N: Good morning! I’m in charge of the bakery today! So I have to bake, wish you could try it :((

Dean: Good morning, Sweetheart. That’s so exciting! I wish I could try it too, what are you baking today?

Y/N: Gonna make macaroons, cookies, pies, and cakes. Gotta make so much, but it’s okay. Cause it will be fun. 

Dean: That sounds like so much fun, bet they are gonna be so yummy! Maybe one day you could teach me how to bake?

Y/N: YES YESYESYES!!! Does that mean you are gonna come see me? 

A pause just for a moment, hesitation filled the air.

Y/N: Or I could visit you? You wouldn’t even have to travel.

Dean: Maybe, how about we talk about it after you finish working?

Y/N: Okay, talk to you at 6?

Dean: Talk to you then, have a good day baby

(Y/N) tried to continue their day like they weren’t nervous, however, they were unable to keep the act up long. Their hands shook with nerves, he was probably gonna say no most likely. 

Although they were doing something they love, time seems to barely move. The hours were dragging and it was hard to focus due to the nerves. They tried their best to focus as to prevent any mistakes, they wanted the owner of the small bakery to like them. The owner was an older woman, who was like a grandmother to everyone in the store. 

Soon the clock struck 5, it was time for them to clean up and go home. They would clean up the mess they made while cooking, and clock out at 5:30. Then walk home and hopefully be home by 6. The path wasn’t long, they just usually go distracted by random stuff on their walk home, at one point they had sat on a bench on the walk home to gawk at a rather hairy man, as they believed he may be a werewolf. 

Y/N: Heading home now! Talk to you soon. 

Dean smiled at his phone as he cooked bacon to go on top of the burger he was making. He had a day full of contemplation and planning and recontemplation. Should he stay or should he go?

Dean: Good, now be safe on your way home. 

The walk home was short, with very few distractions. How could they be distracted at a time like this? They were in a hurry. They arrived back at their beat-up small apartment quickly, only stopping to unlock the door and grab the large box on their doorstep. Usually having a box at their doorstep would bring them extreme excitement, however now they had to call Dean.

Ringggg… Ringggg… Ring….

Dean was quick to answer, nearly ripping his pocket off his jacket. It was playing the special tone that he set for (Y/N), as he didn’t want to answer the phone all grumpy like he did the first time they called. Meaning they got home and wanted to talk to him.

“Hey Buba,” Dean answered, making weird wobbles in his voice. He knew he did a good job when a giggle floated through the phone.

“Hi.” It was shorter than their usual enthusiastic greeting, which cause some concern to bubble in Dean’s stomach. “I got a big box at my door, it was hard to carry.”

“Wish I could have helped you with that, why don’t you open it where the arrow is pointing? Maybe there is a surprise in there for you.” Dean smiled at the thought of them still in their work clothes, about to be small and bouncing.

“Arrow?” There was a pause, “You sent me this?”

“I did.” Dean answered, knowing he was about to have to reassure big (Y/N) that it wasn’t a big deal, “ before you start saying anything about this, it was nothing. I wanted to get you a gift, don’t try being all ‘oh you shouldn’t have.’. I did it, and I will do it again.”

“I-” They paused, “Thank you, I’ll get my box cutter and open it.”

He smiled as he heard them beginning to rustle to find the box cutter. They seemed excited or nervous to see what was in the box.

“Gonna be careful right?” Dean asked once they made a sound that he would consider success. 

“Ye, no touching the pointy parts.” They respond obviously absorbed in the thought of a gift, that they were aware was most likely for little (Y/N).

“I wish I could see your face when you open the gifts.” He smiled, as he hears the light slicing of tape, and them struggling with the box to open the edge that wasn’t cut completely. “You gonna read the note first?”

“Ye,” They spoke, beginning the note with a loud and proud voice, but slowly going quieter and mumbling as they began regressing. They were always shy about how hard reading could be when they were small. 

“Open the gifts now baby.” Dean prompts, as they finished the card. The sound of the newspaper being removed from the box was louder than he thought it would be. 

“You got me a paci?” They sounded choked up as they stared at the design. The design was Siren-like, and it had the words “little monster” on the handle.

“Yeah, do you like it? Should be a few other things in there too…” Dean asked hopefully.

“Yeah, didn’t need to do all this…” (Y/N) mumbled over the phone.

“But I wanted to, how about you try on the gifts and we can maybe have a talk?” He wanted to talk about the possibility of him visiting them. 

The atmosphere in (Y/N)’s apartment deflated quickly at the mention of the dreaded conversation was brought up. They had believed for a moment that everything was perfect between the pair. However, he was preparing them for his big no.

“Oh yeah, umm we can talk, yeah.” Their voice was less childlike and more anxious.

“Baby, it is okay, this talk isn’t gonna be bad.” Dean replied quickly, trying to calm the obviously stressing little.

“Okay, can we talk about it now?” They said, just wanting it to be over.

“Of course baby,” Dean says as he opens his computer that he was looking at routes on, “what does your schedule look like for the next few weeks?” 

“Mmm Nothing only working,” They replied, picking their thumbs.

“Okay, how would you feel if I left tomorrow and got to see you in about 2 days?” Dean asked.

“Wait.” They paused almost processing what was being said. “What?”

“Obviously it could be sooner or later depending on traffic, would it be okay if I slept at your place? It would be like a little sleepover.” Dean continued knowing they would register what he was saying soon enough.

“YES YES YES YES!!!” They screamed, only to stop, “Sorry, didn’t mean to yell. Thought you were gonna say no. 

With that conversation completed, (Y/N) was quick to regress and babble about all the stuff they would do together. Dean was packing as they spoke as he would have an early morning. It was all simple and little (Y/N) even started cleaning, it wasn’t much just putting some of their toys away. They stayed on the phone until (Y/N) fell asleep.

The next morning came quickly, Dean was already on the road by the time the sun was up. It was unheard of for him to be awake even a few hours after the sun is up, but today was different. He wasn’t being the safest going quite a bit over the speed limit, but he just couldn’t help it. He would text sweetheart at stops, when he filled up for gas, took a bathroom break, or was getting snacks/souvenirs from each state he went through. Both days were like this although the second contained more bouncing in his seat and fewer stops.

(Y/N) spent the two days working and stress cleaning. They swept and mopped their floors three times, and dusted them twelve times. While at work they asked for the first day Dean would be there off and the owner hearing how excited they were, gave them a week of paid time off. The owner stated something about only being young once and young love, (Y/N) was too excited to correct her. They were only friends, for now at least. 

The day had come when Dean would arrive, he called saying he’d arrive around 1 pm. That means they woke up at 5 am to clean everything twelve times again, and run to the store to get actual food and ingredients, so as to not force Dean to eat fast food and microwave meals.

With their grocery bags on the counter, half of the food was already put away when there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t even 12 pm, the first thing that passed their mind was that there was no way that it was Dean already. But their feet moved on their own, and the door swung open before they though to check who it was. There a man stood, he was tall with slightly spiked hair, he had a ‘Joey’ from friend’s smile. 

“Sweetheart?” Their voice died in their throat, eyes began to water slightly as they stared at the man that was acting as their platonic caregiver and honestly best friend. Rather than speaking, (Y/N) threw themself into his chest sobbing out of join. 

“Dean… “ was all that managed to excape them, as they clung to him. He clung back seeing the person he came to life made him cry in joy. If anyone asked he would say it was simply allergies.

They sat in the hall and hugged for longer than any two friends should. Neighbors stopped to stare as they walked passed, but Dean and (Y/N) only saw each other. 

[solar-eclipses-stuff]

fact about me: my native language is definitely not English, so I am not responsible for the grammar of google translator :/

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well, in short, I want to write about Beelzebub / Buddha with the reader like an angel with this beautiful radiance, and sad eyes, but with initiative <3

he was sitting near a huge tree (🤨) supposedly everything is fine, but then it became more interesting :)

you literally DESCENT FROM THE SKY

LIKE WHAT THE HELL

well he seems to like it

you went up to him and asked for that delicious biscuit??? bars??

as it was with Zeus, he did not agree from the beginning to give you anything

but through some manipulation you got your way.

I think you hit him in the face with a wing... 😇

Well, now you're friends, or something more ..

hugging is cool, I think so many people think so and Buddha is no exception

Hugging session, perhaps a bit of discomfort due to the wings??? (did you ever think about how to sleep people with wings) he felt everything he could and could not

how do you wake up with a feather in your mouth?

I think he looks into your eyes He sees in them an ocean, possibly frozen water, and human suffering. Uncomfortable.

but he does it anyway (weird boy)

I want to think that the kiss of an angel spreads warmth throughout the body and perhaps the taste of honey?

very tasty in my opinion :3

let's get started in Beelzebub..

he was surprised that such a pure and innocent would speak to him (😏)

you often watched him and ate his pear??? (WHAT THE HELL 👁️👄👁️) (I write strange things) I think Adamas didn't like it much and would often try to drive you away

But Beelzebub wouldn't let him do it (too often)

Well, I think he should also rest, because this attention is a little annoying ...

You hugged him from behind, like wrapping your wings around him, he was like: ( ͡° ʖ̯ ͡°) - ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ

then you hugged

He's trying to get you to stay away from his research, but you're too curious.

I think he threatens you with the fact that he will conduct an experiment on you

ʕﾟ ● ﾟʔ

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with Beelzebub it was not enough, just all the power went to Buba 😄

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

I‘m here for you event my dear

So…….how come you like romantic stuff like wo did it began as a child?teen?or aduld?

So about my I love drawing and do stories wo are in front cute and fluff but in the background fuc€ up love craft like stuff what you don’t see if you don’t search for it but you can see it clearly if you search for it even whit my oc’s or comic’s

My Pronomen Are He/Him/them/they but I go more male pronouns

I‘m 163cm dark blonde hear blue/gray eyes have rounded golden glasses wear dark grey clothing mostly but other colors too have Akne and looking like a dude whit buba at clothes I looking like a intersex person???

😈

Hiya Marune!

Hmmm... I had to think about when did I actually start being interested in romance, because... I remember being told after starting to write fanfic that "[I am] writing a lot of romance" and I was taken aback by it because I had a very different impression of what romance as a genre is (I thought of those paperback books with Fabio(tm) that my mother had but never read). But I think that... even in my early childhood (like 4-5 years old) the stories I came up with while playing, there was always an element of being together with someone. While late my idea of "love" turned into more what I observed in my parents (marriage that seemed like a duty/something you do just because). And then again in my adult years I returned into the idea that genuine love isn't something you do out of duty, it's something you feel. I could go into this more in depth, but it'd be a long post ^^' (I'm easily prompted though)

Anyways! Back to the matchmaking! I tried to think objectively who I'd think would be a good match, instead of just giving the obvious answer of the Fausts (since you like them ^^') and in the end I match you with...

Gordon Agrippa

Gordon is a sweet and understanding person, who is rather shy, but his heart is in the right place. He might struggle to feel that he fits in, but it doesn't stop him from trying to make friends and be open minded.

Gordon is also artistic. He makes dolls, which people might see as creepy, but he does enjoy the process of creating. Also he is inventive in regards of his magic, because most would be confined to the idea that "poison" must just be that, and wouldn't think to evolve it into "medicine". So, his open mindedness and cleverness; ability to think outside of the box and be creative, reaches to many aspects of life.

He's also not turned away by the strange and the weird, actually he would be right at home with it, and would be more than happy to dwell into it with you. Investigate the things that might not be apparent right of the bat.

[bubacorn]

i'm way too sleep-deprived to write anything of substance, so have half-formed thoughts about Vessel being little-spooned by II

it's pretty early in their relationship with II, and Vessel is always quick to cradle II in a warm embrace and hold him close, murmuring reassurances and promises into his hair and skin. II feels right to hold, it's like Vessel's arms were made to wrap around him and II adores it, he feels safe and loved, but he notices when Vessel's hold is particularly tight, when he rubs his cheeks against II's hair, when his legs fidget and Vessel pulls them back so he's not bothering II with his movements

so when one day Vessel looks particularly lost as they're watching TV on the couch and Vessel has an arm around II's shoulder, II slips out of his hold and he thinks II wants to get up, but II eases his hand behind Vessel's back and lays them both down, pulling a surprised Vessel with him, turning him around so they are facing each other, II's arms wrapping around Vessel so he can bring him closer. Vessel just makes a small "Ngh" sound when II hauls him to his chest with Vessel's head in the crook of his neck and tangles their legs together

when II starts carding his fingers through Vessel's hair, his mouth opens in a silent, surprised "Oh" and he starts blinking as his eyes begin to water

II knows he needs to hear it, too and he wants to soothe him with words like Vessel does, "It's okay, darling, I've got you. You're safe. I'm here." Vessel starts trembling and for a second II thinks he wants out of the embrace, that he doesn't like it, but Vessel simply shuffles closer and nuzzles II's shirt and deeply inhales the familiar scent of his other, rubbing his cheek against the material. soon, his tears start to soak it and he's sniffling so he doesn't stain it, only with his tears

"You know, love, you don't have to be the big spoon all the time. I can protect you, too." and that breaks Vessel, just a little, cause he wants to be brave and strong for II, he would do anything to protect him, and he knows II loves him and feels equally protective, but he didn't realize he needed to be held this bad. so when II cradles his head and keeps it tucked to his collarbone, and rubs his socked feet against Vessel's (he's basically cricketing him), Vessel breaks out into a sob, and his nose is running, but II practically presses his shirt into his face, so Vessel lets himself stain it, lets some of his worry seep out

and Vessel feels insecure about his need to be held, because in the past he was the big spoon, the one to shelter the other person, mostly due to his frame, and the fact that he's tall and all loving limbs. but he realizes that half the time when he cuddles with II, he wants to tuck himself into the other's chest and hide a little, but he doesn't want to appear weak. and II has to tell him that it's not weak to want to be protected, to want to feel safe in the arms of someone. to not have to appear strong all the time. Vessel has to learn to give up control sometimes and let himself be held, let himself relax and melt against II as he holds his other so gently, keeps him safe, watches his back, and lets tender touches lull Vessel to sleep

[rhodesrider]

Medication

Sfw 18+! Minors DNI!

CG! Roman R. x Little! Fem Reader

Warnings: Medication Talk, Depression (MDD), Doctors, Effects of pills, talk of sickness, Age regression, Affirmation Names

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Y/N ran across the house hiding away in the bathroom locking the door panting. She backed away some and soon heard a soft knock on the door.

“Baby. Out this bathroom now.”

She shuddered at his tone whimpering looking at the doorknob jiggle. “Princess I mean it come on out.” She shook her head no, forgetting Roman cant see her and sat on the floor with her knees to her chest starting to cry. “Baby you have to take your medicine.” Roman sighed knocking on the door again.

Little Y/N didn’t wanna take her pills. They make her feel gross and wanna nap all the time. She looked at the door thinking her daddy would tear it down and trying to mentally prepare for it. “Princess. I know you don’t wanna take the meds. But daddy needs you to take em so you feel ok.” She looked up wiping her tears away. “Daddy no medicine pwease…” she whined and cried. It broke his heart. But when it comes to her wellbeing he can't fold. “Princess…”

Y/N didn’t want it. She felt like Roman outta all people should know that, but he just doesn’t get it.

“Princess, I know it’s scary. I know you don’t feel the same when you take em, But daddy needs you to take them.” Roman sighed and he sat down at the door, leaning his head on the door. Hearing the sobbing still, it was eating him up. “Have you been writing in your journal again? So I can give you stickers when you take your pills?” She didn't say a word. “Those my little pony stickers, the puffy ones with glitter. I got some more of those...”

“...I have...”

Roman smiled, she was starting to open up. “Did you use the gel pens too? I know you only use...hmm what was it? Purple and...god buba never has the best memory.” He smiled. In the bathroom, Y/N got closer to the door. “Daddy it's pink.” she said low smiling a bit. “God right, pink. A pretty pastel pink. I try not to forget babygirl. I try not to forget your favorite food, which is...?” he smiled. “Daddy it's your Musubi!” She pouted feeling like he's actually loosing his memory. “Right right, again my bad sweetie. I also try not to forget your favorite show. What was it, it's that blue dog and her friend solving clues around the house-” Soon roman felt his head from a door to some warm legs. He looked up seeing a concerned Y/N. “Daddy do you need my pills?” She asked as she rubbed her eyes and face from the tears stained on them. “I don't think so sweetie, I hope not. But daddy really needs you to take your meds.” She backed a bit for him to get up. “After you take them, I'll make you your favorites and we can pick out some stickers for your journal.” She looked up at him. “And?” He chuckled. “And watch the blues clues movie, again.”

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She held her blues clues plush tight, she watched Roman’s movements as we took the two pills out from her medication tabs that label the day she needs em. He turned back around with the small cup sitting it down on the table. On the sofa he lifted her some and sat her in his lap, turning on paramount+. “Ok, you ready?” he smiled. She nodded and shed some tears again. “Dont worry baby, you'll get better soon. Just like daddy, remember when I was sick?” She nodded remember the times she stayed in the hospital and ran test because of his leukemia. “It was scary buba...” He nodded. “The doctors help me feel better, and they wanna help you.” He gave a reassuring look and grabbed the cup from the side table he sat in down on. He then grabbed some apple juice in a cup for her to wash it down. “Open.” She wouldn't at first but she then opened her mouth and took them in her mouth. Her face turned twisted from the pills awful taste on her tongue. “It's ok baby here.” he gave her the cup and she started to drink the apple juice gulping it down so the pills can go down as well. Roman saw she finished the cup and she gave it back. “Open again.” She nodded and opened her mouth once more. The pills gone, but for a good measure, “Tongue up.” She did so and no pills were in sight. “Thats my brave girl.”

As he went to go cook her small meal, he glances at her hearing shuffling. 30 mins in and the pills are working, she laid down on the couch. “Baby try to stay up so you can eat.” he asked. She nodded sitting up again yawning and watching tv.

Y/N has major depressive disorder, she had it for a year and Roman was there when she got a diagnosis. She was on watch for a while from incidents and it made it hard for Roman since he had work, especially going to other cities. He would take her with the bloodline to the shows but still he needs to watch her and make sure she's ok. Her MDD made if hard for her to stay in touch with her boyfriend, and opened a lot of wounds. And made her memory a bit bad,But the pills help the best they can and Roman was determined to be there till full health. She writes in a journal how her moods and movements are and Roman keeps track of that with stickers to keep her motivated. Playing like Roman forgets help as well, indicating she has her memory still. When she doesn't like taking her pills she screams and cries and it hurts Roman, so he's very patient with her. He knows the effects of the meds hurt and make her not feel like herself. But they are to help. Roman wants to help.

He finished wrapping the misubi and headed to the couch. He got back in position and sat her back in his lap helping her eat and watching the movie with her. After the food was gone and the movie was over, he got her ready for a nap. “Im

Not tired...” she wanted to fight but she felt a bit numb. “I know I know baby but Daddy is sleepy. I just need some company.” He got in the bed and wrapped her around the cover, she yawned again and soon started to drift to sleep. “I love you baby. You'll get better.” he smiled and cuddled her in for a nap as well.

“Just like daddy did, you'll get better.”

[inkcurlsandknives]

Had too much fun at the @htownfilfest ! I got to meet so many readers and talk about writing and filipino history ! Even snuck away from my booth to visit some of my fav Filipino small businesses and creatives plus finally got a physical copy of "With Love : what we wish we knew about being queer and Filipino in America" my latest anthology publication

Winners in the audiobook giveaway will be announced before the end of the month and as a heads up the festival special sale links are still valid today that's $17 for audiobook and $14.60 w/ free shipping for the Saints of Storm and Sorrow paperback!! So if you've been waiting for a moment to grab a copy at a discount this is a good one!

[jocelynscrazyideas]

Take it slow | Matt Boldy x Reader

Requested 🫶🫶

Warnings: nerf gun war, really short! (Sorry!) that’s it?!

Summary: Matt gets insecure, in order to talk about it, you detract him with a need war.

A:N- AHH IM SO GLAD SOMONE WNAYED A BOLDY BLURB!! I LOVE HIM SM!!! it’s gonna flop bc people don’t really care abt the Wilds but I enjoyed writing this!

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Recently the Wilds have been doing pretty well. Minnesota didn’t make the playoffs, but we did make lots of points over the season. Especially Matt.

“Baby?” Matt knocks on our door. I’m sitting on my rolling chair on my computer. I have work. I PR manage a company and it’s been very difficult.

I look away from my computer but I keep typing. “Yes?” I say as I flutter my lashes. “You look pretty.” Matt lets an exasperated sigh out as he falls onto our bed.

Face first he lays on our warm bed and he allows his legs to fall over the bed frame. He pools his arms out and he motioned me with his fingers to join him. I close my laptop and I take my one dangling headphone out of my right ear.

It’s been rough. Matt has been hard on himself lately. He was one of the best players on the Minnesota Wilds team, now he’s just a player everyone knows and can depend on- when he’s needed. Which i totally don’t agree, I think he’s still a very valuable player. I think he’s one of the best.

Most of the wilds are good, they all rank the same, but we have a team full of older guys, all vets. We only have two guys that are fairly new to the league, and are very skilled.

Matt, well he’s my boyfriend, I don’t get a say in this. His words- not mine. “I’m just so tired.” Matt lets out. He takes a hold of me and scoops me from my side. “I love you.” Matt states. “Wow, new information!” I sarcastically let out.

I’m in Matt’s arms as he scoots onto his side. We’re on the side of the bed and we sit like this for a good minute. “Baby, I think you’re amazing.” I inform him- again he shakes his head.

“You’ll get there baby.” I let him know I’m always on his side, and it’s true. I’ll always be here for him. “No.” Matt rubs my lower stomach.

“You can’t be too hard on yourself. Be fair.” I turn to face him. I flip over to my right shoulder and I nudge my head into his shoulders. He rests his head onto my head and he starts to lean back.

“You can’t be everything, I mean you can only do so much at a time.” I support him and I let go of his chest. “You only have so much time.” I hold him.

I get up and I stand up on our king sized bed. “Slow down buba.” Matt whines as he gets up with me.

I run to my aide of the bed. “Dream on baby.” I taunt him. I grab a pillow and a nerf gun that I hide on my nightstand. “Slow down!” Matt laughs. He runs over towards me.

I know I can’t fix the way he feels so I distract him. He doesn’t like to talk about his feelings, so I just push it away for him.

“You can’t get me!” I slide under our bed and crawl out to the door. I fall into our wall parallel to our bedroom window.

Matt jumps out of the room and he grabs his secret weapon. He has a huge nerf gun and he starts shooring at me. He soars through the room. He falls down the stairs as he jumped up. “Too bad you’re an old man!” I laugh at him as I walk over to the fridge. I open the door as he walks over to me. He hits his head and he falls to the ground.

“OUCH!” Matt looks up at me in betrayal. “Sorry!” I laugh out. I start shootings at him. “I win.” I close the fridge door and hold out a hand for him. Matt grabs me and pulls me down with him. He holds me in this strange position for five minutes.

I sit on top of him, his chest falling up and down as he catches his breath. His he’s son the ground flat against the cold wood in our kitchen. His legs up against my back. I straddle over his pelvis and I fall onto his side. I roll up from the ground and I continue to my work.

“I’m nervous.” Matt follows after me. Distracting him isn’t always the best option. It didn’t last long either. “You can’t be someone you’re not.” I tune apeund in my spinning chair. He’s referring to Jack.

Back in 2018-2019, Jack and Matt had played in the USNDTP with eachother. Jack Hughes hand picked Matty for his team. Obviously Jack is a largely k own player across the league. “Stop it.” I announced, I’m tired of hearing Matt so insecure. He shouldn’t be.

“You made the NHL! Baby you’re good enough! If you truly need help, you can ask Jack for help.” I suggest. Matt and I are leaving for Boston in a few days. “Minnesota is boring anyway, when we leave for your parents house, we can stop by in Michigan.” I get up and hold Matt in my arms. I hug him for a second as I look up. Matt kissed me.

“You’re talented, and very skilled with your tounge.” I laugh out. “Ew. Too corny.” I giggle as I dance with Matt until I hit my head on his shoulder.

“I love you more.” Matt Boldy announced as he lifted his hand to grab me and push me closer towards his torso.

[octothinq]

Ok I just finished writing a short story for Halloween. Who wanna read it. All of you? Wow I didn't think so many of you wanted to read it. That's awesome. Ok here it is. My prompt was a mummy before sunrise in a pumpkin patch and a mystery needs to be solved. Tell me how I did.

The sun had barely woken up, leaving the entire pumpkin patch bathed in cool shadows. But the darkness was no problem for Rémy, as being a mummy made it much easier to navigate in the dark than in that harsh, morning light. Rémy was just beginning their tasks around the pumpkin patch, to get it all ready for all the people who would come along to get a gourd to carve with family, friends, or just by themselves. Before leaving their tomb (the shed), Rémy made sure to grab their sun hat despite there being no sun to really protect them from. It was more just for aesthetic reasons than practical. As they turned the handle and pushed open the door of their tomb, they were met with a horrible sight! All the pumpkins had been eaten! Not one was without a bite taken out of it. Rémy was horrified. How would the people get their pumpkins now? They had to find who, it what, did this! They quickly strode over to a nearby pumpkin to inspect the bites. They crouched down to the gourds level and leaned as close as they could without shoving their face into the pumpkin. The mark looked like something was gnawing on it, like it was trying to break it open. What animal could possibly want to eat a pumpkin? A bear, maybe. But Rémy found it hard to believe that a bear wouldn't even eat a full pumpkin and instead just bite into them. As they pondered this, a rustling sound was heard from across the pumpkin patch. Alerted to the sound, Rémy stood up, ready to confront whatever made that sound. Instead of being faced with a monster or some other unfamiliar creature, Rémy was greeted with their bat-dog, Buba, bounding towards them excitedly at full speed. Before they could move out of the way, Buba crashed into them, knocking them over and onto a pumpkin, causing it SMASH open with a mini explosion. Buba licked Rémy's face happily, destroying some of their bandages in the process. As they laughed, they noticed that Buba had some orange goop around his mouth, a goop that looked almost exactly like a pumpkin's guys! That's when Rémy realized something. It was Buba who ate the pumpkins! The poor thing, Rémy could hardly blame him. They forgot to feed him last morning in all their excitement for the pumpkin picking. Rémy couldn't help but feel so awful for forgetting such a thing, so they hugged Buba close and gave him a kiss on the head, giving their apologies to him.

"Oh Bubby I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have forgotten you like that! It ain't your fault, you's were just hungry!"

They exclaimed, giving Buba another big kiss on the forehead. With a pat between his wings, Rémy nudged Buba off and stood up.

"C'mon, Bubby. No pumpkin picking this year. I'm gonna make you a big ol' treat to make up for my negligence!"

And with that, the pair made their way back to the shed, with the sun now rising just over the horizon.