being teased about their weird cravings during pregnancy with Eddie🥺 he would give you so much shit for some of the things you wanted
he so would and he'd do it while getting you exactly what you wanted too
warnings: not proofread, pregnant!reader, use of pet names (sweetcheeks, sweetheart)
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"you're a weirdo, you know that, right?" eddie told you as he pulled the brownies out of the oven.
you scoffed, tossing another dorito in your mouth. "i know you of all people are not calling me a weirdo right now."
from where you sat on the counter, you could see the side of his face including his jaw dropping in faux shock. "i think wanting to eat doritos and brownies together trumps d and d nerd by at least fifty percent."
"eh,” you muttered with a shrug.
"eh?" he echoed, baffled by your nonchalance.
"yeah, eh, and anyway, you're the reason we're in this mess," you teased, swinging your feet back and forth as he discarded the oven mitts he wore and turned off the oven.
"i just love how it's always 'i got you into this mess' when you're complaining, but it's 'you creating life' and all this other great stuff when you're in a good mood," eddie spoke in a playful tone, his wide grin making you remember all the reasons you fell in love with him.
"just think about it, okay? it will be cheesy and chocolatey. the best of both worlds. the doritos will bring a crunchy aspect while the brownies will be softer and will add warmth. dare i say it, i've created something wonderful," you shared your ideas in excitement and awe while eddie came over to stand between your thighs, his hands resting on the counter on either side of you.
"oh, so now you created it? you may be the brains, sweetcheeks, but i just slaved over these brownies. i want my cut when this goes big," eddie said with an affirmative hum. he raised his eyebrows at you, playing along as if you two were really cutting a deal for a wonderous new invention.
your brows dropped into a furrow. "you were just calling me a weirdo and now you want in?"
"first off, sweetheart, i would never call you a weirdo. it's just not my style." you stared blankly at him as he spoke, trying to fight off the growing grin at his antics. "secondly, let's talk percentages. seventy-thirty seems reasonable enough to me, me getting the seventy of course, but based on the look on your face, i can settle for fifty-fifty, even split."
"let me get this straight," you play along, leaning in close as well. "you want half of the cut for my idea that you were just dogging?"
the corner of eddie's lips curled into a smirk while he crept ever so slightly closer to you. his face was inches from yours. "you're getting the idea."
you moved even closer, your lips lingering a centimeter or two away from his. "you're crazy, munson."
he closed the distance between you and pressed his lips to yours. he stepped closer, supporting his weight on the counter by leaning his hips between your legs. his hands moved to grip your waist and pulled you to the edge of the countertop. he whispered into the kiss, "you adore it, sweetheart."
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prompt 1: "I am very young, very foolish, and very in love with you."
warnings: reader keeps calling andy old, implied smut, pet name (baby)
"Happy birthday, old man," you said in sing-song voice as you placed his birthday cake in front of him before kissing his cheek. "Make a wish."
"I wish you'd stop calling me an old man," Andy joked.
"Ah ah ah! You're not supposed to say your wish out loud, or else it won't come true! Now I still get to call you an old man."
He raised a brow. "But, I haven't blown out my candles and that's when it matters whether I say my wish or not."
You laughed, plopping down in his lap, winding your arms around his neck. "It's okay, baby, that you're old. I'll love you even while you're getting grey and wrinkly."
"I'm not old," he insisted, leaning in for a kiss. "I am very young, very foolish, and very in love with you."
"Sounds like something an old man would say."
"Oh, I'll show you just how young I am," he growled, rising to his feet with you scooped you in his arms, practically sprinting to get upstairs to the bedroom. "I'll show you all night long til morning comes."
"Wait, the candles! Blow them out first!" you laughed while he set you down, leaning against the wall as he jogged back over to the table, blowing out the candles.
hey i saw you make mood boards on monday and i know we don’t know each other really but i was wondering if you could make one based on my blog🥺
ps i love your blog🥺❤️
aww you're so sweet!! I got you! here's a moodboard based on the things I see most often on your blog; I hope you like it🥺
thank you to everyone who participated in moodboard monday! (i'm fighting a headache so I'm closing submissions now. next week i'll be back with more moodboards!)
The question for the convention for the next chapter.
This is for both. What do you think the gender will be of Y/N’s baby?
A timestamp to Happiness Continues
The girl that now stood in front of the mic had spotted Y/n when she was ushered to the stand by the Creation handlers. Her head turned back to the pregnant woman, who threw her a wink before turning her attention back to her husband on the stage. She could see Jared laughing behind him, knowing full well about their little disagreement.
“Ah, yes. The baby’s gender. I love to tease my wife about this one because she is just so damn sure they will be a boy. Y/n has pretty much staked her whole reputation on it. According to her, every Padalecki baby is always a boy, and even though I’ve told her multiple times that genetics don’t work that way, she is unrelenting.”
“Don’t act like you aren’t just as stubborn,” Jared interrupted his friend. “You both are determined to be right. I’m half hoping it ends up being surprise twins so I don’t have to hear ‘I told you so’ for the rest of your lives.”
“Bite your tongue,” Jensen pointed at Jared. “Then we would have to hear you say I told you so, and that is probably worse.” Jared let out a fully bellied laugh, nearly dropping the mic in his hand as if on cue. He was overdue for his classic mic drop this panel. “All joking aside, Y/n thinks they will be a boy, so I love to call them a girl just to tease her. Only time will tell and we can’t wait for the surprise.”
“Thank you!” The girl squeaked, earning a pair of brilliant smiles from the men on the stage.
