#cautionsissued

[writtentragedies]

”Daddy, daddy, daddy!” Samantha rushes over, nearly jumping into her father’s arms before he can even enter the room. Neither Cassie nor Claire were able to keep up with the toddler. Far too excited that her father came home. “happy birthday, daddy!” she states excitedly, pointing over towards the kitchen. “me n’ mama make pie!”

bibis is lame and is replying to dean's bday asks 3 months late <3 // @cautionsissued

He had made it and he kind of wanted to give himself a pat on the back for that-- because hell yes, he deserved it. He also deserved a beer or two... Or three. Anyway, he had never wanted to be done with a case and go back home as much as he had during this particular case-- damn werewolves, such a headache ( but it was all over now, thanks to his determination and silver bullets, of course ). And one might wonder why Dean had been so eager to get home, well, it was his birthday. & he'd never gotten to spend that date with his daughter... Until now.

& boy did he want to create some good 'father and daughter spending quality time together' memories. "Hey, sweetie. Come here," he greeted, picking the little girl up. "Really? Oh darling I'm sure that's gonna be the best pie I'll ever try in my life."

[svoyadovaarchived]

@lockedtowers / @cautionsissued. random one-liner.

"If I was yours, you wouldn’t need chains to keep me." It carries quiet strength and that subtle emotional sting--letting him know she's not broken. Contrary to his insistent belief that she's 'cursed'.

[writtentragedies]

you get a random thingy bc ily <3 @cautionsissued

"I'm bored." & a few years ago, boredom wasn't something Jill would experience often, no, not at all. Not when there was always a mission to complete, reports to write, conflicts to work out-- far too many things happening at once. But ever since she'd returned to 'the world of the living', after being presumed dead for so long, everyone had just been telling her to focus on healing-- Take care of yourself, Jill. Don't worry about anything else. And she'd been trying to do that, trying her hardest because she knew it was the right thing to do at the moment. She was certainly not ready to go back to the field just yet--

But God did she get bored sometimes. Staying home all day every day and alone for the most part? It sucked on some days, honestly.

"As my boyfriend, isn't it your job to make sure I'm always happy and entertained?" She teased Chris. "Do your job properly."

[perfecteddeception]

"everybody knows… about us. the sex." ......... Quigley @ Astrid, even tho he's wrong

"Oh no," she says, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You mean two people who were dating had consensual sex? And now people know? What ever will we do?" Astrid rolls her eyes. "Seriously, did you really come all this way to tell me this? C'mon."

@cautionsissued

[perfecteddeception]

“ Currently considering becoming a bother and a nuisance, maybe even a menace or a rascal. ” - mason (familiarache) @ is

"Mason..." Isadora says, through clenched teeth. She's been reaching her limit slowly but surely for hours now. "You already have been. I know what you're aiming for and you're not going to get it if you keep acting like this. Behave."

@cautionsissued

[perfecteddeception]

“But would you have it any other way?” Rowena @ Klaus

"Of course I would -- what kind of question is that?"

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[bubbleblonde]

[unzip] sender helps receiver unzip a piece of clothing - jefferson

Her eyes flutter shut, savoring, longing. She yields to the lithe tenderness of his fingertips, the way they barely graze the delicate curve of her spine. A soft hum slips from Glinda's lips as she tilts her head, sweeping her infamous golden curls aside to grant his touch unimpeded passage.

"I missed you," Glinda confesses, the words carrying an unguarded warmth. Her dress pools softly at her feet as she glances over her delicate shoulder, eyes finding his with quiet invitation.

[perfecteddeception]

❛ it was a non - sexual adult sleepover. ❜ Lemon @ Moxie

"...Right," Moxie says, giving him a look over before prodding a finger into the bruise on his neck. "I know all of my non-sexual adult sleepovers ended with a hickey on my neck. I'm not daft, Snicket, you should know that well and good by now."