#in summary she was my guinea pig

[murdleandmarot]

Bluebelle and her music box :)

[evie-sturns]

geronimo - 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: after matt suprises you and your daughter with an at-home petting zoo, your toddler has quite a hard time saying bye to geronimo the hedgehog.

contains: girl dad!matt, fluff, crying, tantrums, swearing.

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"mama! look at germ-noni-mo!" layla squeals as she gently picks up the small hedgehog, a wide smile spread across her face.

she crouches down on the floor, clutching the hedgehog in her hands as matt sits on the couch.

"matt- you literally have to stop these suprises." i giggle, staring at the array of farm animals in my living room.

"god he does this all the time." nick laughs, crouching down beside a pig.

"look- laylas loving it though." matt smirks as layla trots over to the couch with geronimo clutched in her tiny hands.

"is she spiky?" i ask layla with an exaggerated gasp,

layla shakes her head, "no! he- he's just- i dont know" she smiles, bouncing up and down excitably.

"chris- that guinea pig is about to crawl up your shirt- be careful." matt giggles,

chris hands the guinea pig back to the keeper with a small laugh.

the petting zoo keeper starts to put the various farm animals back in the cage, securing them tightly and placing them in the line.

"layla, i think geronimo needs to go back to the petting zoo now!" i say softly, a large grin on my face as i try to sound as excited as i can, knowing that laylas already attatched to the hedgehog.

her face instantly drops, she holds the animal to her chest with a pout.

the zoo keeper stands beside layla, "im sorry sweetie! just gonna have to grab him from you." she says softly,

layla shakes her head with a whine, "but- no!"

"come on layla." i whisper, gently removing the hedgehog from her hands and handing it to the keeper.

i look over at nick, whos watching the whole situation unfold with a small grimace, chris stands beside him as layla continues to whine.

the zoo keeper genty puts geronimo back in his cage before packing up, ready to leave.

"but- mama- daddy no!" layla squeals, folding her arms as her eyes well up with tears.

"shhh, inside voice please sweetheart." matt instantly cuts her off, standing up off the couch and picking her up.

nick and chris help the zoo keeper load the cages out of the house into the van as matt and i try to cool down layla.

matt holds layla in his arms as he carefully walks down the hallway into matt and i’s bedroom.

i follow close behind, ready for the intense tantrum that’s on its way

matt sits down on the floor with layla, who’s absolutely fuming now.

i decide to let matt handle, so i start to clean up our room by wiping down the desk.

suddenly my ears are pierced with a blood curdling squeal.

“i want gern-oni-mo!!” layla screams, her little face fuming.

“layla no, we don’t use that voice inside, enough.” matt says sternly, grabbing her wrist as he holds her still.

“no! you stole him from me!” she yells, slapping her small hands at matt’s large wrist.

“enough, no hitting.” matt warns, his hands holding her sides.

she pouts as her bottom lips trembles, she folds her arms over her chest and plops down onto the floor in a fit.

“look at me layla.” matt speaks, his voice is firm but not raised.

“no!” she whines, balling up her fists at her sides.

i sit down on the desk chair, watching the whole situation unfold, letting matt handle this one.

matt reaches out to adjust her small pigtail, but he screams again.

“layla, enough.” matt raises his voice, standing up off the floor and looking down at layla.

layla goes quiet,

matt never yells at her. she’s basically his little princess, matt could never bring himself to be mad at his sweet girl.

her bottom lip trembles,

her eyes glaze over,

and she bursts into tears.

“oh sweetheart.” matt sighs, a hint of frustration still clear in his voice, but his tone is softer now.

he leans down and picks layla up, holding her in his tattooed arms.

he sits down on the bed with her, his large hands resting on her cheeks, gently wiping her tears.

“shh, shh.” matt whispers softly, peppering kisses to her damp nose.

“i understand you’re upset about the hedgehog, but what if i told you daddy had a suprise!” matt smiles encouragingly.

laylas ears perk up, she lets out a small hiccup as she nods.

“how about, on saturday, we take you to the petting zoo to visit geronimo!” matt grins,

instantly she cracks a small smile, she buries her face in matt’s shirt, trying to hide the fact she’s happy.

“yeah? you like that idea?” matt asks, gently pulling her away from his chest.

she nods frantically with a big smile plastered across her face

“you’ll get to give geronimo a big cuddle!” matt speaks, gently grabbing her chin and wiggling her face.

layla stands up on the mattress, bouncing up and down happily before jumping on top of matt.

“dada!” layla claps,

“do we- do we get to hold him aswell!” she giggles,

“yeah you do! of course!” matt grins,

layla squeals out of excitement,

“now can i have a hug?” matt asks gently, opening his arms.

layla fully body slams herself into matt, matt gently wraps his arms around her and presses a kiss to her forehead.

“i didn’t mean to make you upset earlier princess, but remember that using your inside voice is necessary.” matt whispers into her ear, keeping his arms wrapped around her.

she nods with a small pout,

matt puts his finger on her bottom lip, “what’s gotcha so pouty!” he smiles, gently pushing her small lips back.

she giggles,

“alright, now let’s get you some snacks.” matt speaks, standing up off the couch and picking up layla.

he carries her down the long hallway into the kitchen,

“are the carrots okay for your teeth? or would you like me to cut them up.” he asks layla, rummaging through the fridge,

“carrots ‘s okay!” she says, grabbing the whole carrot out of matt’s hand and gnawing on it.

matt carries layla down to the living room, plopping her down on the couch and putting on spongebob.

“you call me if you need anything okay? i’m just gonna be with mommy.” he tells layla,

she’s too absorbed in the tv to respond,

i hear matt’s gradual footsteps coming down the hallway until he reaches our room,

he walks in with a smug expression,

“did you see that? i’m a professional!” matt laughs, flopping down on the bed beside me,

“you are so adorable when you try to cheer her up.” i grin, resting my head on matt’s chest.

“but i do a pretty good job!” matt defends himself, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me ontop of him.

“mmmm.” i hum with a smile,

“you know i do!” he protests,

“okay maybe you do,” i crack with a smile,

matt nods with a smug smile, “what can i say.”

“such a good daddy.” i giggle, burying my face into matt’s shirt.

“oh my god- enough with that corny daddy shit.” matt groans, jabbing his fingers against my ribs.

“i saw the opportunity and took it.” i laugh,

i lay ontop of matt, propped up on my elbows so my face is inches from his.

i lean down and press my lips to his,

i can feel his smiles as he kisses me back, rolling us over so he’s ontop of me.

he peppers kisses all over my face,

“i got layla distracted with spongebob, we have some alone time.” matt whispers,

“so romantic.” i tease,

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[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙i want what's in front of me | LH44˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: lewis hamilton x (vegan) chef y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au

warnings: slight sexual innuendo & just fluff plus mentions of veganism yey we love our vegan legends y/n & lewis

summary: in which the new mercedes team chef cooks her way into ne driver's heart

a/n: i said i wouldn't write for lewis coz he's too intimidating but my friend mentioned this plot idea & i was sold Sorry it's kind of short but yh just a cute lil idea i threw together :)

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[muertawrites]

Inked (Eddie x Reader x Punk!Steve) [18+]

Summary: tattoos hurt. thankfully your artist is chill about the way you distract yourself from the pain.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, oral (fem receiving), vouyerism, exhibitionism, male masturbation, explicit descriptions of sex and pain

Read Time: 7 mins

This is possibly the most painful thing you've ever felt. It stings, it burns, and the tip of the gun feels like it's digging under your skin and against the bone beneath. Eddie hisses.

"You're holding me too tight, baby."

You look over to where your hand is gripped around his wrist, fingers white as they curl into his flesh. You release your hold and there are little moon-shaped grooves etched in his skin, blooming red and threatening to bleed.

Steve stops tattooing.

You're laying on the bench in his home studio, having offered yourself as a guinea pig to help him practice working on people for his apprenticeship. He's doing a sternum piece for you, sprawled out over your naked chest while Eddie sits on your other side, one hand massaging your breast while the other gets itself impaled by your clawing grip. It hurts way more than you expected it to. You're lightheaded and nauseous, and your whole body is clammy and feverish. You feel like you might faint.

Steve nervously bites his lip, his gloved thumb stroking over some of the excess ink.

"... It looks really good already," he attempts to console you. "Do you need to take a break?"

You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. Eddie's hand that cups your breast gives it a gentle squeeze, rolling your nipple between two of his fingers. You moan softly, and all at once you're inspired.

You turn to Steve, asking the question before you can psych yourself out.

"Do you mind if Eddie fucks me?"

The men blink at each other, bewildered. Neither of them says anything for a moment.

"Please," you beg. "It hurts so fucking much and I'm already topless. I think it'll help. I don't want to faint."

Steve stares at Eddie, who stares back at Steve. After a tense pause, Steve shrugs.

"Listen, man, if she's cool with it, I'm cool with it. Just don't move her too much."

Eddie looks down at you, his hand moving to stroke through your hair.

"Is that really what you want, sweetheart?"

He sounds concerned, but the brightness in his eyes and the growing stiffness in his jeans give him away. He's eager. Excited. He gets to bring his favorite pornos to life, and all because it was your idea. This is like Christmas.

You nod, giggling softly.

"Yes, Eddie, just do it. Before I change my mind."

He wastes no time, springing up from his chair and positioning himself at the end of the bench, his hands finding the waistband of your leggings and rolling them down. Steve watches, letting out a soft breath when Eddie exposes your hips, your thighs, the luscious patch of pubic hair between your legs. You grin up at him, gently tapping a finger against his chin.

"Stevie," you remind him. "My tattoo."

He gives you a suave, easy smile as he meets your eyes, a feature left over from his time as a high school womanizer. His cheeks are pink, his pupils consuming his pretty brown irises.

"Right," he chuckles. "Sorry."

He starts up the gun again, and Eddie's tongue finds your clit, pressing flat against you as Steve resumes his work on your chest, the needle stabbing its way back into your skin. The pain is eclipsed by the swirling of Eddie's tongue, the pucker of his lips as he dives in and starts sucking. You moan, focusing on the tingling between your thighs.

"That better?" Steve asks, smirking.

You nod.

"Way better."

Eddie grips your thighs, slinging your legs over his shoulders as he laps and sucks at you, the lewd, wet noises echoing off the walls. You can feel your wetness dripping down your buttocks as he works you towards orgasm. He gazes up at you through his lashes, his cock twitching when he doesn't meet your eyes or your breasts but instead sees Steve leaned over you, glancing his way. Eddie grins.

"How much longer, Harrington?" he wonders.

His lips and chin are glossy. Steve swallows heavily.

"About halfway," he answers.

Eddie nods. He stands, making quick work of his button and zipper and freeing his cock, running his shaft teasingly up the length of your pussy. Steve pauses to watch, his mouth slack at the way you coat Eddie's shaft, how easily it glides against you. Eddie grins as he taps the head of his cock against your clit.

"Her pussy's divine, man," he boasts. "Maybe instead of a tip she'll let you have a taste."

He winks at Steve, his hands moving to your hips as he eases inside of you, letting out a quiet moan. His features contort with the pleasure, succumbing to the heat of your slick walls. He starts to thrust, slow and deep, taking care not to shift you at all so Steve has a stable canvas; his palm presses to your stomach for support.

Steve stares, his cock pressing painfully against the leg of his jeans. After a moment he snaps himself out of it and goes back to work, painfully aware of how close he is to your breasts.

You whimper as Eddie fucks you, gripping the sides of the bench to keep yourself still. Eddie's cock pressing deep inside you, Steve's hot breath fanning over your nipple, the depravity of letting him see you naked and vulnerable has you panting, whining, crying for more. The pain of your sternum tattoo is easily forgotten.

Eddie fucks you for half an hour. Steve fills out the lines of your tattoo, then goes back over them again where they're not dark enough, pausing every so often to watch Eddie plow into you. At one point, you reach your hand between Steve's thighs and palm at him, feeling a rush as he bites his lip to keep from moaning. He whispers that you can take him out if you want. You do, and you haphazardly stroke his cock as he finishes the piece, surprisingly concentrated despite rolling his hips into your palm.

When the tattoo is finished, Steve steps away and lets you and Eddie finish as well. He leans against the counter as Eddie bends over you, his mouth latched to your neck as he rails you with unrelenting force until you cum around him, clenching him tightly and moaning as pleasure shakes your body; he follows close behind. You turn your head and watch as Steve touches himself, pulling on his cock until he reaches his own orgasm, spilling creamy ropes all over his stomach, thighs, and the floor. The skin between your legs is soaked.

Eddie helps Steve clean up while you come to your senses, laying on the bench in a dreamy, fucked out haze as Steve dresses your new tattoo and Eddie wipes the residue of sex off of you, himself, and the furniture. When you finally sit up, you look at Steve and laugh breathlessly, thanking him for a good time.

"How much do I owe you?" you ask.

He shakes his head.

"On the house," he says. He grins. "The private show was payment enough."

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[ateliersss]

Blooming Family Part 1 - He Will Come

Pairing: Yautja x Fem!Reader Summary: You were caught three days after you and your son's arrival on earth by an organization called Project Stargazer. Now you both were treated like guinea pigs. No wonder, considering said son was a hybrid of human and Yautja. Cross-posted on AO3: here Warnings: English isn't my first language Word Count: 4,224 Masterlist

⇨ This is based on the scene in the lab where the sedated Yautja-human hybrid is being held captive (movie: "The Predator", 2018). The plot before and after this scene has nothing to do with the fanfic. Either way, I barely remember the movie. I just used the scene for my own scenario.

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You had been stupid, so stupid. You should have listened to Mi'ytiar, should have listened to him when he told you to stay on the ship during your stay on Earth while your son went hunting. You had insisted on coming with him, as you desperately wanted to see your home planet again.

Not that you missed it. You loved Mi'ytiar, loved to be his mate, loved your life with him and your son on Yautja Prime.

You had just wanted to leave the ship to get some fresh air and see the full moon, which you couldn't see in your new home, when you suddenly were surrounded by soldiers. You didn't even think about defending yourself, not in your condition. You had let it happen when they grabbed you and put you roughly in one of the black SUVs.

So many questions swirled around in your mind — how did they find you? What about the ship? What did they want with you? Would they hurt you? And what about Akail? Was he hurt?

You hadn't dared to ask the armed men who were in the car with you. They all had looked at you with different emotions on their faces — disgust, curiosity, anger. One of them wore a grin that made your skin crawl.

When they arrived at their base, you were dragged through many corridors and were examined by — and you thanked God for that — female doctors. They took your blood, forced you into a strange white suit, and put you into a sterile room.

Now you sat in a corner, huddled together. The door was in the middle of the wall on the other side of the room. A camera hung in the corner across from you from the ceiling and had an overview of the entire room. It reminded you of an interrogation room with windows to the left and right of the door, which looked like a mirror from the inside but allowed a glimpse into the room from the outside, and a table and two chairs standing in the middle.

You had pulled your legs to your chest as much as your swollen belly would allow and leaned your head sideways against the wall.

It's gonna be okay, you thought to yourself. Everything is going to be fine.

You didn't know if you were trying to calm yourself down or your pup who could sense your agitation and responded to you with kicking. You sat up straight in a cross-legged position, wrapped your arms protectively around your belly, and caressed it soothingly.

Don't worry, little one. We'll be home soon. Your daddy will come and get us out of here. You have no idea how eager we are to meet you.

Not far from you, Sean Keyes greeted Casey Bracket.

"There you are!" He said as soon as Casey stepped out of the elevator. "Welcome, I–"

Before he could continue, Casey walked straight past him to look at the two metal helmets and something that looked like a gun, everything displayed behind thick glass. None of it was human.

"Alien technology." She stated in disbelief. "Is that what you wanted me to see?" Casey's eyes wandered to the other showcases that displayed even more weapons and equipment. "Can I take a better look at it?"

"Ahh." Sean laughed, "But you haven't even seen the main attraction."

Casey tore her gaze from an interesting-looking spear engraved with intriguing carvings and looked up at Sean. He had climbed the few steps that led to a glass wall overlooking a mix of operating room and laboratory, and gestured with his head for her to follow him.

Quickly joining him, they both looked down and into the room. It was occupied by many people who, from their appearance, were scientists. There were guards, eight in total, guarding all four doors. Screens hung on the walls and desks carried computers and strange gadgets.

The only thing that got Casey's complete attention was the table in the middle of the room and especially what was on it.

"Doctor Bracket."

Casey looked away from the creature and at the man who had spoken to her.

"Would you like to meet the Predator?"

Yes, that's exactly what she wanted.

Still processing what she had just seen, she followed Sean Keyes into the decontamination chamber. She was given a suit that looked similar to the ones the scientists were wearing in the laboratory. The decontamination process didn't take long and she quickly slipped into the suit.

"Thanks for coming." The dark-skinned man, Will Traeger, said to Casey as soon as the lab door opened and shook her hand. "I'm sure you have questions."

"If I'm honest, only two." Casey answered and followed the man down the stairs. "Why do you call it the Predator?"

They came to a halt in front of the table the creature was lying on.

"It's a nickname. You know, the data suggests that it tracks its prey, exploits weakness. It seems to, well, enjoy it. It's like a game."

"That's not a Predator. That's a sports hunter."

"Sorry?"

"A Predator kills its prey to survive. I mean, what you're describing is more like a bass fisherman." Casey simply answered, taking a step closer to the table.

"Well, we took a vote. Predator sounds cooler, right?" Will laughed and received approval from the surrounding scientists. "We found him and his ship. He's heavily sedated."

Casey had long stopped listening to him. She was completely absorbed by the creature, or Predator, taking in every inch of it. The physique indicated that it was a male. His height had to be over 2 meters. He had greenish skin that resembled reptilian-like scales. Its head was big and oval in shape. Instead of hair, what appeared to be dreadlocks grew out of it. His mandibles were the most eye-catching feature about him.

Could they be used for defense? And how did the food intake work?

She noticed that even unconscious, he was making a sound that closely resembled a cat's purring.

"You are one beautiful motherfucker." She finally said.

"I'm gonna guess your second question is why you're here."

Casey looked up to Will and signaled him with a nod to continue.

"Our test results yielded something a little… odd."

Sean, standing next to Casey, handed her a device. She looked back and forth between the two men before accepting it. The screen showed a more complex DNA structure than that of a human, without a doubt that of the Predator.

"Is this a joke?" She questioned in disbelief.

"We ran the genome sequence ten times. This specimen has–"

"–human DNA." Casey finished stunned.

"Yeah." Will nodded, "Look, we know about spontaneous speciation. Mostly plants and insects but–"

"But some mammals. The Red Wolf, for example, a hybrid of the coyote and the grey wolf." Sean interrupted him this time.

"It's possibly some form of recombinant technology." Will added.

"I get it. You want to know if someone fucked an alien." Casey summed it up, finally knowing her purpose here.

"Not necessarily."

Casey looked questioningly at Will. "Meaning?"

"Meaning, we have a rough idea. We would just like to know the detailed procedure."

Casey's eyes widened and she looked at him in bewilderment. "You don't seriously expect a woman to procreate with that thing. There's no way that–"

"Oh, there is no need for that." Sean assured her, "Like I already mentioned earlier, we found his ship thanks to his equipment. But not only that."

He turned to the largest screen in the room and nodded to a man who started typing on his computer and turned the screen on. It showed some kind of interrogation room. It wasn't long before Casey spotted a woman sitting cross-legged on the floor, slowly rocking back and forth.

"Who is that?" She asked and inched closer to the screen in curiosity.

"His mother." Sean answered matter-of-factly, folding his hands behind his back.

Casey slowly looked from the screen over to the Predator, then back. "You're kidding me, right?"

"Not at all." Will chuckled. "His DNA matches with hers. Although the father's genetic heritage is more dominant than hers, you can still see differences between this one–" He nodded to the unconscious alien, "–and a homozygous Predator."

"Wow." Casey mumbled and returned her gaze to the screen.

The woman now walked in circles through the room, stroking — and the biologist had to do a double take — her growing stomach.

Holy hell, she was pregnant!

"Wow indeed. And not only that, but her human DNA has been altered to resemble that of the Predator."

"We believe it's a kind of adaptation to the living conditions of his home planet." Sean started, "According to the blood tests, and we did several because we didn't want to believe the results, this woman is over a hundred years old. We think she was born in the early 1900s, although she looks like she's in her mid-twenties."

Casey's mouth fell open, her heart pounding against her rib cage. "I want to meet her."

He nodded and smiled at her. "That was the plan. No one has spoken to her yet, not even the nurse who brought her food or was taking her to the bathroom."

"While science can answer many questions and give us great insight into our being, there are still things that remain unanswered." Will added, "We don't know when she left Earth or how it was possible for her to reproduce with an alien. We don't know how her DNA changed, and because of that, we don't even know who she really is."

Casey nodded. "And you want me to get the answers to those questions from her?"

"Indeed."

Casey was watching you through the one-way window. You were still pacing, one hand supporting your back and the other stroking your stomach in a circular motion. Even though you seemed nervous and scared, you also looked like a proud lioness ready to attack to protect her baby.

"Ready?" Sean asked.

Casey looked briefly at him and nodded.

"Great. We will wait here to watch and listen. In her condition, I doubt she will attempt anything for the sake of her child, but if she does it will only take a second, and security will rush the room."

"Good to know." She mumbled before heading to the door.

With a deep breath, she pushed down the door handle.

You caught that movement in the corner of your eye and turned to the intruder. "What have you done to him?!" You immediately demanded hysterically, growling at her like a wild animal. "Where did you take him? Where did you take my son?"

It was good that Casey was the first to speak to you. Probably no one out there had the slightest decency to treat you like a real person and would have strapped you to a table, too, careless of harm to you or your child.

"They took him to a lab and are holding him there. Nobody hurt him, I swear it." Casey said, raising her hands to show you she meant no harm. "They just want to know more about him and his kind and why he is here, that's all."

You stared at her, softly caressing your belly as you pondered her words.

When there was no reply, Casey continued, "I just want to talk to you. We want to know how you… why you…"

"Why I got knocked up by an alien?" You suggested bluntly.

Casey nodded. "Yes. It's practically unthinkable to come across an alien hybrid and its mother."

"Where I went after his father took me from earth, it's more of a rarity than unthinkable."

Casey took a step forward and hastily asked, "Do you mean you're not the only one? Are there other humans who procreate with them? Are they also studying hybrids and their traits?"

You laughed at her eagerness and walked over to the chair closest to you, sitting down on it. You waved your hand at Casey to do the same, as if you were hinting you were going to cooperate to answer her questions. The biologist glanced back over her shoulder at the reflective window where Sean and Will were watching the conversation. She sat down in the chair opposite of you and looked at you expectantly.

"Before I say another word, I want to see that my son is okay." You demanded, trying to suppress the tremor in your voice, the very first sign of weakness.

Casey turned back to the windows and waited for someone to come through the door. Instead, the reflective surfaces of the windows turned into screens showing one and the same image — the captured Predator, still tied to the table and asleep.

There was a whimper coming from behind her. When she turned back, she saw tears building up in your eyes and one hand pressed to your mouth. It was surreal to Casey for a human to have such an emotional reaction to an alien creature. On the other hand, this was his mother, unbelievable and absurd as it may seem.

You seemed to calm down, your eyes still fixed on the screen. You nodded to yourself before tearing your eyes away to look at Casey. The windows had returned to their normal state.

"We're going to start with some easy questions, okay?"

You nodded again.

"Great. First, I would like to know your name."

“(Y/N) (L/N).” You answered.

"Would it be okay if I call you (Y/N)?"

"I would appreciate it." You said, "It's a nice change from all the other names I've gotten so far."

"What do you mean?" Casey inquired.

"Alien fucker. Alien whore. Desperate little bitch who thought a man's dick isn't enough for her. Nothing I didn't expect from men." You shrugged, "It just proves once again that Yautja males treat their females with far more respect and honor than a human male could ever comprehend."

"Yautja?" Casey asked, leaning forward, arms crossed on the tabletop.

"You call them Predator, but their kind is actually called Yautja." You explained.

Casey nodded and started to play with her fingers, her next question burning on her tongue. "How did you get into this whole thing? How did you get in contact with them?"

You huffed. "It's quite ironic, you know. On the contrary what you may have expected, he saved me."

"Saved you from what?"

"Again, men. Four of them. They had followed me into an alley and tried to…" You had to pause for a second.

Almost 90 years ago, you had been afraid when Mi'ytiar had taken you from Earth to bring you to Yautja Prime. But looking back, that fear hadn't been as great as what you had felt at the thought of what those men would have done to you if he hadn't intervened.

"He protected me from those monsters… my own kind." You let out a humorless laugh. "Yautja take their prey as a trophy after each successful hunt, you know. Not only did he rip their heads off and their spines out, but he also took me. I expected him to hurt me, to keep me as a slave, or… or to do what these men wanted to do to me that day in that alley. I found out later that I was really lucky that he, of all other Yautja, rescued me. It's incredibly rare that one of them takes an interest in a human being. Usually, they kill every last of them. Humans are too weak and too soft, but that's exactly what he loves about me. That's why he kept me alive."

You let out a sigh, considering how much you should reveal about the Yautja culture.

"On the contrary to me, a Yautja female is rough and large, even larger than a male. After all, they are the ones who carry their offspring and ensure the survival of their kind. The males have to fight for dominance, and if the male wins, the female deems him worthy enough to mate and submits to him."

Casey shifted in her seat. "Did you… did he expect the same from you? Did he force you into submission to…?"

"Never." You growled protectively, "He never forced himself onto me. Never. He was more patient and understanding than all the human males I ever met in my life. He treated me like I was the most precious thing he had ever seen. Never did he touch me without my permission."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." Casey soothed you.

She had to be more careful and had to see this whole situation through your eyes — you were separated from your son and held at a facility that was examining you both while you had to worry about your unborn baby.

"Do you want to tell me about your relationship with him? Your, uhm…"

"He is my mate. My Life Mate."

"Life Mate?"

"Female Yautja can mate with multiple males and give birth to their children, but some also choose a permanent mate. You could compare it to one-night stands and marriage, only you can't divorce. It's not called Life Mate for nothing. You are bonded to each other for the rest of your life and they live for hundreds of years."

"Can I know the name of your Life Mate?"

You eyed Casey briefly, looked over her shoulder at the reflective windows, then at the camera in the corner, and then back at her. "His name is Mi'ytiar. He is the leader of his clan."

Casey sat up straight. "They live in clans? Like wolves in packs or horses in herds?"

You nodded. "With similar hierarchy dynamics, yes. There are many clans on their home planet, each living peacefully on their own. Sometimes clans visit each other, hunt together, celebrate together. That's how I found out that I'm not the only human on this planet." You said, "But apparently, I'm the only one who mated a clan leader. Most of them are expected to have a strong successor to take after them and Mi'ytiar, of all Yautja, ended up with a weak little human to bear his pups."

Jackpot, Casey thought.

She finally got to the part that intrigued her the most — how was it humanly possible that you got pregnant, how was it possible for you to carry the child of an alien, and how did it not kill you?

"Since Mi'ytiar has fully committed himself to me, it was up to me to bear his offspring. The Yautja of his clan never dared to say anything. I'm the clan leader's mate, after all. But I noticed it in the way they treated me and looked at me. They knew it wasn't possible for me to carry his children."

You looked down at your baby bump and returned to caress it. It seemed to keep you calm.

"At that point, that fact made me really upset. I got to know their culture and learned everything there was to know about them. I even started learning their language. I fulfill any task assigned to a clan leader's mate. I make my mate happy and proud. But I couldn't give him a child."

You looked up and into Casey's eyes.

"Mi'ytiar is very attentive and he soon noticed that something was upsetting me. Apparently, he was the only one who hadn't thought about his offspring at all." You paused for a second to smile, remembering his reaction when he found out that you wanted to carry his pups. "The second he knew he wanted to keep me around when he took me away from Earth, he injected me with his blood. No matter how many times I've been called fragile and puny, the human immune system can sometimes work wonders. His blood had slowed down my aging and allowed me to survive on his planet. So we visited a healer to finalize my life as his Life Mate."

Your cheeks flushed as you thought of how Mi'ytiar hadn't hesitated to drag you home and how you both had spent several days in your bed, or nest as he called it. There had been hardly a moment when he wasn't inside you. The image of his beautiful mate, his love, carrying his pup in her belly had made him feral.

It hadn't been long before his seed took. The other Yautja had a surprised but satisfied reaction when they saw that their leader was about to become a father. That's when they finally started to treat you like a part of the clan. You had fully proved yourself, proved you could provide for the clan. You were finally one of them.

Akail's birth was hard. It felt like he was tearing you apart from the inside out. But thanks to the injections of Mi'ytiar's blood and the additional help of the tribal healer, your body strengthened enough that you didn't die, even though it felt like it. You were crying and smiling with your mate at your side, holding your little bundle of joy in your arms.

He looked just like his father, no indication that his mother was human. However, his animalistic features were a little softer, difficult to recognize unless you were the mother. While you were being tended to, Mi'ytiar took his son in his arms to proudly introduce him to his clan.

Fondly, you thought back to one moment, a core memory — Mi'ytiar, lying on his side with you snuggled against him, both naked and partly covered in fur, and little Akail, just ten hours old, resting on your chest. At that point, you were so incredibly happy.

It sounded weird and absurd that this was your life and no human could ever understand, but you would never trade it for anything in the world.

"What's the catch?" Casey asked after a while of watching you quietly stroking your belly.

"Huh?" You looked up.

"I don't think you're telling us all this without an ulterior motive. So what's the catch?"

"I want to quench your thirst for scientific knowledge and in return, I hope you will release my son and me. There is no need to keep us here if you get all your answers from me."

Casey started to shift back and forth in her chair. "I don't think that will be possible. There are still things that we–"

"Listen, I have cooperated in the hope you will let me and my son go if you have what you want. You won't like what will happen if we are not soon to be freed."

Casey glanced over her shoulder for what felt like the hundredth time, unsure of what to do or what to say.

"I promised him to contact him every day, you know. My mate." You said, pride permeating your body. "And do you know what it will tell him? The silence?" Your question was obviously rhetorical. "It will tell him that something happened to me and, therefore, also to his son because Akail would rather die fighting for his mother and his father knows that."

Casey gulped. The threat was clear as the day.

"He will come and not alone. Do you really think you stand a chance against them?" You laughed, now more confident. "The human nature is arrogant, thinking they are superior to everyone. Eventually, that will be the reason for your extinction. Your haughty stupidity will be the death of you."

"(Y/N)–" Casey tried, but she was interrupted.

"No, you will listen to me just like you've been doing for the last twenty minutes now. I have lived among them for decades, almost a century. I learned from them, I'm one of them. Stand between a Yautja and their Life Mate and it will end deadly for you. Stand between a Yautja and their Life Mate who's pregnant and I promise you, you will beg for them to kill you."

"(Y/N), there is nothing in my power to help you. I was simply summoned here as an expert to examine this Yautja, your son. I can't–"

"You will. And I'm not just talking to you in this case." Your eyes wandered from her face to the windows and you nodded to the people you assumed to be standing behind the glass, watching you. "I'm talking to them, the ones who have the power. Set me and my son free and I promise you nothing will happen to any of you."

Suddenly, a blaring alarm sounded, startling both Casey and you. Instinctively, you wrapped an arm around your stomach in a protective manner.

"Code Red. Subject Predator is on the loose."

A shuddering sigh of relief left your lips as you slowly began to smile. You knew they couldn't keep Akail immobilized for long.

One of the things he had in common with his father was that he was just as protective over you as he was. He would come to look for you.

Casey had already jumped out of her chair and was talking frantically to the people on the other side of the one-sided window.

You began to talk to your pup again, "Your mei'hswei is coming, sweetling. Soon, the three of us will be back with Daddy."

continue with the second part He Is Here.

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broken hearted | luke castellan.

first time writing for luke, so hope this is okay! tell me what u think in the reblogs i would love to know and get more luke asks!

summary: the curse of cabin 10 makes aphrodite!reader pretend to date her best friend so she doesn't have to cause a heartbreak to her actual crush. even though, at the end of it, she's the only one who had her heart broken. major inspo from this concept.

"You're staring." y/n' best friend, luke castellan, head counselor of the hermes cabin, pointed the fact out, side eying the girl right at his side, after looking at the boy sword training in front of them.

"he's staring back." the aphrodite girl said with a grin. the sunlight bathing her head making it comfortingly warm. luke would know, since he was the one caressing it while she laid down next to him. both of them on the grass, enjoying the late afternoon at camp. "so..."

michael dawson, ares' kid, was, in fact, staring. luke couldn't blame him, the way his best friend looked made everyone pay attention to her. she didn't even had to try. and still, the swordfighting happening in front of them made luke even more sure that mike needed a way so she could notice him. not naturally, but somehow, it worked, since the girl payed attention to him as soon as he started.

"oh well, like mother like daughter, huh. " he continued, in a mocking tone, holding his laugh, raising himself by his elbows, before taking one of his hands to the girl's arm. "your siblings wouldn't be too happy to see the goody two shoes dating an ares' kid, would they?"

"gods, don't fucking say that." she giggled, hiding her face with both of her hands. she went quiet for a second, still staring at the boy. "ares' kid or not.." y/n sighed, pouting slightly. "mike's nicer than the others, he wouldn't deserve to be a guinea pig."

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i have to do.” the girl muttered, with a soft sigh. she couldn't blame her mother, she worshipped aphrodite; her beauty, her power, her knowledge and her actions. that didn't mean that she enjoyed the judgment. the need to make someone else feel miserable just because she could. it wasn't fair. "the first love heart break thing."

"i'm glad i'm not in his shoes, that's for sure." the boy whispered, with a chuckle, still trying to be as quiet as possible. his thumb caressing her arm incessantly. it made her skin burn. in a second, y/n abruptly raised her chin, getting supported by her elbows, getting muffled groan from luke, once it hit his ribs. "what is it?"

"you could be!"

"am i your first love, daisy?" he raised one of his eyebrows, with a mischievous grin stamped on the boys face. the scar in his eye making itself more clear. "you should have told me sooner- ouch!"

"shut up, hero. listen to me!" he knew that tone. and as anyone else who had a single bit of sense, he kept quiet, wanting nothing more to hear her insane idea. "we could pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend." the smile on her delicate face kept getting bigger as she explained her brilliant - yet not completely effective - idea. "i could pretend to break your heart. no one gets hurt, i can stay with mike after is over, and my mom ends up being proud of me!"

the aphrodite girl stared at him expectedly, hoping he would buy her insane plan, hoping he could save her from doing something he never imagined her doing it. luke got quiet for a minute. his eyes were darker than usual. he couldn't stand that. y/n knew her best friend well enough to know that he meant to say something. he never truly did. "you shouldn't be looking for her approval."

"i'm not searching for approval i'm just trying to prove myself.."

"you don't have to prove your devotion to her by doing this." his tone stern, more quiet. colder. "you burn offerings for her every single day. you pray, you're always expressing how incredible she is."

"you don't have to do it if you don't want to."

and suddenly, the idea seemed more appealing than ever. she wasn't using her charmspeak on him. no, luke knew how sugary and sweet y/n's words could be when she wanted to. at that moment, his best friend was just being honest. and even though he could retribute that feeling, luke felt that he needed to do it. just for her.

"yeah," he nodded. defeated. "fine, i'll do it."

"really?" the girl hugged him tight. more excited than ever. "thank you boyfriend!"

"yeah, yeah." he grinned, letting her rest her head on his chest, carefully watching y/n closing her eyes, like nothing else would ever bother her. "just don't be too mean when you dump me."

pretending was easy.

they've always been stuck to each other. having dinner with each other. burning offerings with each other. planning capture the flag with each other. training, swimming, talking, sneaking out to parties. always with one right after the other.

it wasn't supposed to be different, they just had to make it more believable.

"we should be holding hands," y/n pointed out as the couple walked calmly to the main area, where dinner was starting. "silena asked me why we never hold hands if we're dating, so i thought we could make it more..."

"real, yeah." luke nodded, grabbing her hand right the next second she spoke. "c'mon, girlfriend, hurry up." he grinned, and she couldn't help but grin back. "i'm starving."

luke could do that. he could kiss her in front of people, and tell everyone the way they got together. he could hold hands with her, caress her back and almost have a heart attack when she kissed him behind his ear. he could live with that, yeah. it was normal. it was pretending.

until it started to change. suddenly. quickly.

he noticed her. the eyes, the shape of her face, the way her eyebrows moved when she laughed, and the look she gave him every single time she entered a room he was already in, and luke couldn't help but pay attention at her soft hair, how excited she became while looking at pretty flowers, and especially, how her fingers felt against his own scalp when they needed to do some pretending. she was an aphrodite kid after all. y/n was charming. y/n was lovely. y/n was his girlfriend, at least for a while.

and she couldn't help but notice him either. how his scar looked more bright when they. the subtle, yet attentive and gentle way he taught her how to hold a sword, how to train, how to fight. the infuriating way at how he held her chin up slightly, every single time, before sealing his lips against hers.

and for once, neither of them were pretending.

the bonfire started earlier that night, but the couple came to it late; y/n helped one of her sisters who was in a small crises, and her sweet caring boyfriend waited for her by the aphrodite cabin's door, holding her hand as soon as she got out, so they could sit together at one of the logs, full of campers, chartering, telling stories, and enjoying the peacefulness that the simple event emanate.

luke choose one of the back logs for a reason, it was darker, harder to anyone else to see them. even so, as soon as the boy started to leave little pecks at her jaw, he was able to hear some whistles and exclamations. teenagers were gonna be teenagers after all.

"alright," y/n sat upstraight, taking a deep breath before continuing. "you can't do that here."

"i'm just having fun!" the boy said with a mischievous grin. he knew way to well what he was doing. she hoped he would do it forever. the teasing, the almost getting caught made her heart sink every time. "you are my girlfriend after all."

"don't get ahead of yourself, hero." she muttered, grinning at him, before sealing lips with him again. "i still have to break your heart."

"are you sure about that?" he furrowed his eyebrows, pretending to be offended, but getting right back at his job pretty quickly. "i'll just enjoy it until the time comes then."

she laughed, taking her head back so he could have full access to her neck, delicately taking one of her hands to his scalp. and he noticed how much he loved that sound. so much in a way he wished he could bottle it up so he could taste it every time he felt miserable. that wasn't possible. but y/n promised that as long as they were together, he was allowed to make her laugh any time he wanted to, if if meant getting him happy.

that's why it hurt even more when he did what he did.

when he revealed himself to be the traitor.

"come with me."

"i'm sorry, what the hell are you doing?" she cried out, feeling her heart beating faster than ever. "you're not thinking straight. you're not. you're not like this, i-" the words got caught up in her throat. y/n felt like she could pass out at any minute. "i know you luke." her voice was a mere pleading by then, hoping with all her soul he would hear. "you wouldn't do this to me."

"you mean a lot to me, daisy, but this is fucking different."

he was different, and she finally noticed. his eyes darker, his tone stern, and the way he held himself up, like he was prepared for a fight.

y/n would never fight him.

and he would never fight her, right?

and when luke turned his back against her, letting the aphrodite girl caught up with a sob, furrowing her eyebrows, feeling the tears already soaking up her eyes, y/n thought she understood.

maybe aphrodite didn't buy it. and even if she did, she knew it started out with a lie. y/n was playing house. thinking she could be smarter than her mom, she could prove it to everyone else how that curse was a lie, and that nothing would happen to the one that didn't completed it.

but it did happend.

no demigod could ever stand out a god. y/n was no exception.

and she finally understood that.

by the end of the day, y/n went back to her well known cabin, shamefully, missing her radiant aura and pretty smile, hiding a shattered heart in her pocket.

[leclercvsx]

I miss your facts | TEXTING AU

LANDO NORRIS

pairings: lando x reader

summary: y/n and lando are bestfriends, y/n liking lando. She introduces him to one of her bestfriends, he forgets about her and only realises what he missed when it’s too late

warnings: mentions of suicide!

y/n <3

did you know that some sharks can’t stop swimming otherwise they’ll die?

Lan <3

that’s useful, thanks

y/n <3

EXACTLY! i knew i was needed

Lan <3

you’re always needed

11:23am | thursday

y/n <3

i miss you, can you come over after training?

Lan <3

i will, might be a little while though

y/n <3

don’t take tooo long

14:56pm | Tuesday

y/n <3

did you know that there’s over 500 different species of sharks?

Lan <3

i didn’t know that, no. cool

y/n <3

OH ALSO

there’s a new girl at my work, she’s super nice

you should come meet her!

Lan <3

i might

10:35am | Saturday

Lan <3

you were right, Taylor is actually really nice

y/n <3

SEE? I TOLD YOU

me and her are gonna hang out on tuesday if you wanna come

Lan <3

sure

16:45pm | Wednesday

y/n <3

australia is wider than the moon

you should tell Oscar that

Lan <3

Taylor told me that

y/n <3

oh really? wow she really knows her facts!

Lan <3

yeah, she’s pretty smart

18:18pm | Saturday

y/n <3

do you wanna hang out?

i’m bored

Lan <3

i’m with Taylor rn

y/n <3

oh, nevermind then😊

12:25pm | Sunday

y/n <3

human teeth are the only body part that cannot heal themselves

Lan <3

i know, Taylor told me

y/n <3

it’s illegal to own just ONE guinea pig in switzerland

Lan <3

Taylor’s from Switzerland, she told me

17:34pm | Tuesday

y/n <3

the heart of the shrimp is located in the head!

Lan <3

the shrimps heart is located in the head

y/n <3

haha, we said the same thing!!

Lan <3

Taylor told me the fact, haha

y/n <3

ohh

9:27am | Thursday

y/n <3

do you have time? i really wanna talk about something

Lan <3

i’m with Taylor right now, but what’s up?

y/n <3

oh okay, nevermind then :)

17:26pm | Monday

Lan <3

octopuses are so weird, they’re cool looking though

y/n <3

i thought you hated octopuses?

Lan <3

i did before.

but Taylor told me some cool facts about them

y/n <3

i did that with sharks🙃

14:27pm | Friday

y/n <3

you’ve been hanging out with Taylor a lot

Lan <3

anything wrong?

y/n <3

nothings wrong, i just miss you

Lan <3

i’m not leaving you though.

y/n <3

no, i know

13:45pm | Wednesday

y/n <3

hiiii! do you wanna hang out?

hello?

read

16:56pm | Wednesday

Lan <3

sorry i was hanging out with Taylor

y/n <3

i know.

Lan <3

why are you mad?

y/n <3

i’m not?

Lan <3

why is it so wrong that i’m hanging out with her?

18:34pm | Sunday

y/n <3

you’re forgetting me.

lando

i’m not though?

hello?

answer me.

i’m not forgetting you.

14:30pm | Wednesday

y/n <3

you’re all i have, had.

lando

why are you using dots? don’t scare me

y/n <3

is Taylor all you needed?

lando

stop.

17:25pm | Tuesday

y/n <3

i’m sorry

lando

for what?

stop leaving me on read, please.

stop scaring me.

you’re not funny.

18:45pm | Thursday

lando

i miss you

i was dumb

i’m really sorry

Venus is the only planet to spin clockwise

i really wanted to tell you, i miss your facts. i love you. i hope one day we meet again

you could’ve told me about Taylor. i reread our messages, i saw that you needed me

i’m sorry

12:34pm | Sunday

lando

you looked really pretty at your funeral today

i miss you

pez candles were made for you, so you could stop smoking

i could smell it on you before, now i miss it.

3:34am | Tuesday

lando

sharks skin feels like sandpaper.

7:17am | Wednesday

lando

sharks are one of the oldest living species on the earth.

but you knew that, right?

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this made me sob writing it😭

ib: this tiktok

masterlist | request page

[snixkers]

Einstein's Theory of Relativity

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Fluff

Content Warnings: Large dog, mention of rabies, allusion to cheating, slight suggestive content, kissing

Summary: Spencer comes home to find you in a compromising position.

Author's Note: Decided to post a drabble I've had for a while, enjoy!!!

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN

Usually, I was greeted by her face as soon as I got home, rushing to the door and enveloping me in a warm hug that smelled of citrus and comfort. But today, I set down my things and looked around at an empty apartment. Even though it was illogical, my first thought was to panic.

Did she leave? I knew I worked unpredictable hours and was hardly ever there, but I always tried to make it up as best I could. Maybe she decided she couldn’t take it anymore and left. Then my mind slipped into darker territory, worries I buried in the back of my mind and refused to let out.

What if it wasn’t of her own volition? The BAU was no stranger to targeted attacks, especially on their loved ones. I kept a tight grip on my service weapon as I crept through the house, using my training to carefully clear each room.

Finally, I reached the bathroom, where slivers of light were peeking through the door. I sighed in relief, putting away my things when a noise caught my attention.

She clearly was not alone in that bathroom, and she sounded out of breath as she splashed with the other person in the bath. I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, but I immediately assumed the worst. I opened the door quickly, stepping inside and-

I stared in surprise at the sight of her wrestling with a large rottweiler, her t-shirt left soaked from an unsuccessful attempt at a bath. She turned around to face me, offering an apologetic smile. “Welcome home?”

I stood there dumbfounded for a moment before realizing what she had done.

“Where did you get it?”

She rolled her eyes at me, brushing off his concerns as if the 100-lb dog sitting in the tub was just a guinea pig.

“It is a he, and he was wandering the neighborhood. I wanted to take him home and clean him up.”

“You can’t just take dogs off the street. Up to 99% of rabies cases are from domestic dogs.”

She grinned, ready to dismiss my concern with a counterargument as soon as the words left my mouth.

“He didn’t have a collar, so I took him to the vet. He’s not sick, but he’s not chipped either, which means he’s ours to keep.”

I narrowed my eyes, not ready to give up quite yet.

“Well, where are we going to put him? Who will watch him? I’m halfway across the country most of the week.”

She stood up, crossing her arms proudly at how much effort she had put into this.

“Our apartment is big enough, and pets are allowed. I work from home most days, so I can take care of him just fine.”

I took a deep breath, running a hand through my hair as I tried to convince her that this wasn’t the great idea she thought it was, but every time I came up short. Despite trying to be rational, something about the dog made me want to just hold him close.

She sighed, pouting softly and standing up to move closer to him. “I just need a week to prove it to you. He’s the cutest little thing. Please?”

I stared down at her, my resolve crumbling as she stuck her lip out slightly.

“Fine, we’ll see how this goes.”

She broke into a huge smile, wrapping her arms around me gratefully. I pulled her closer, trying to take in as much of this moment as possible. I stepped back a few seconds later, squinting my eyes at the dog in the bath.

“What’s his name?”

She grinned, clearly pretty pleased with her idea.

“I was thinking of Einstein.”

[ssinboo]

Couture Kisses

summary: You've been in love with your best friend, Kim Seungmin since forever!

or

in reply to this lovely ask!

pairing: Fashion student!Kim Seungmin x Fashion student!F!Reader

word count: 4k (25~ minute read)

warnings: weight insecurities and mentions of body image issues that aren't resolved, author has very limited knowledge of fashion, making out, oral (f rec.), unprotected sex

a/n: This ask has been marinating in my inbox since june ... OTL I apologise it takes me absolutely forever to write TT I couldn't bring myself to write him as exactly asked, so this is very vanilla!

An entire collection by the end of winter. 

That’s your final project for fashion school.

Needless to say, you were panicking, hard. 

Not that you didn’t have plenty of sketches to pick and choose from, but it being your final assignment it had to be special. Twelve pieces, all able to stand on their own and at least one that you would model on your own and steal the show. 

Even though you tried to shimmy your way from the spotlight and just stand backstage, your professor was very insistent on you modelling at least one of your pieces. 

You absolutely dreaded the stage and the attention. 

Shy by nature, is how you were described by those close to you. And growing up larger than everyone around you took a toll on your self-esteem. 

Your sister was more than up for the modelling, she loved you and of course, loved all your work. Always your number 2 supporter.

Who was number 1? Oh, well, none other than Mr. Kim Seungmin. 

Unfairly handsome, Seungmin stood at a gorgeous 178cm with jet black hair and flowy bangs dyed a platinum blond. He had the most gorgeous almond eyes, which would adorably cross anytime he was a bit too tired. His nose was button shaped and a deep bridge that only accentuated his gorgeous eyes and the faintest little bump along its length. And his lips, gosh, his lips, you could go on and on about his perfectly shaped cupid’s bow or his exquisitely plump lower lip. (which only made his lip ring phase harder on your mental sanity). 

Not that you had a crush on your best friend or anything, of course not!

On other news, Seungmin was a lot less worried about this final assignment, given that you actually agree to his maniacal request: model for his collection. All because you had asked him to model yours.

There were models available, of course, but you could also bring your own and being able to take multiple measures, and do as many fittings as you wished helped ease your anxiety. 

“Come on, don’t be such a meanie!” You whine as he once again insists on this deranged idea.

“It’s only fair, we model for each other. Also, I introduced you to my friends so you could use them as your guinea pigs, you owe me one.” 

“That’s… different,” You shrug. You were grateful for his friends’ willingness to help and the sheer quantity of them was a perk. But you would not get up on that runaway, no way!

“No, it’s not.” 

“You know it is! You’re gorgeous… And I–”

“You what?” He interrupts with a thorny rasp. 

You jump at his sudden jab, suddenly self-conscious about your self-consciousness. 

“You know… I’m gonna make your clothes look ugly.”

Seungmin runs his tongue along his metal-clad teeth and slaps his hand over the cafeteria table.

“You’re gonna walk for me or I won’t do it for you. Don’t think of contacting me until you’re ready to give me the ultimatum.”

Harsh, yes. But he cared about you, more than he cared about anyone or anything, ever. You were the most gorgeous, caring, funny, intelligent, charismatic and talented person and his eyes. And everytime you put yourself down, it took every inch of restraint in his body to not grab your shoulders and yell just how much he loved you. 

Although, he regretted his words as soon as they left his lips. As soon as the anger subsided, he was ready to call you and take it all back. But you came running to your shared apartment, ready to apologise and agree. 

He was your bestest friend in the whole universe, you would do anything for Kim Seungmin. And it was about time you started doing it.

And all was forgotten by the time sketchbooks were splattered across the dining table and you exchanged ideas back and forth over chinese takeout. 

You were crazy about holidays and especially valentine’s day. It was only fair for your final assignment to reflect that. You had plenty of lovely sketches that were fitting for your early february deadline. But you racked your brain over the clothes that would fit Seungmin. 

Just what could possibly do his indescribable beauty justice? Any of your designs felt unbecoming of him. 

It’s when you’re splayed out on your sofa during your weekly movie night, watching Pride & Prejudice for the thousandth time over, that you get an idea. 

An idea so great you’re jumping and throwing the blanket over your half-asleep best friend. 

Seungmin, the poor fella, thinks something might’ve happened. So he waddles into your bedroom, blanket wrapped around his shoulders. 

You’re scrambling around for paper and pencils. 

“What’s up?” He asks, voice drenched in sleep. Had you not been entranced by your sudden burst of imagination, you certainly would’ve melted at just how adorable he looked.

“I’ve got your outfit,” is all the context you give him. 

“What?” He leans against the doorframe, fighting against his sleepy eyelids. 

“Mr. Darcy! How could I have not thought of it before! It was right underneath my nose!” You’re gesturing and your thoughts run all over the place, but you’ve got the brightest smile across your lips. 

And he stands there, watching you try and bring your vision to life, mumbles and grumbles coming out every now and then. Though his love-stricken smile is invisible to you.

Fabric shopping was always fun, especially when your best-friend tagged along. Seungmin had been keeping his inspiration a secret so far, despite your attempts, he was good at being quiet when he wished so. 

You looked at different textures and colours all day, leaving behind a good chunk of your savings at the chain store. But all for a good cause. 

There was plenty of cheaper fabric for mockups at home, so that’s where you started out. Since you didn’t want to bother Seungmin, his fit should be the last one – also, part of you was terrified of his look and how intricate it would be. 

You were still in the warm-toned shades of autumn by the time you had your collection ready for next february. 

All you needed were his measurements to get started on your Mr Darcy modern valentine’s day sort of look. It sounded strange to say out-loud, but the sketches looked great. 

Seungmin comes out of his room in a tight tank-top and loose boxer shorts and you gulp, tightening your fingers around your measuring tape, this would be the longest day of your life. 

Here he stands, in the middle of your room, surrounded by the fabrics you insisted he picked, with his arms stretched out and his chest available to you. 

Starting off easy, you run the tape from his shoulder to his wrists, fingernails lightly grazing his bare skin. His eyes don’t leave yours for a single second, especially when you’re standing so absurdly close. 

And when you have to basically almost wrap your arms around his chest to reach behind for the tape, he feels the odd urge to hug you and not let go.

You hugged often, of course, you did. You were best friends. 

However, standing in your strawberry lotion scented bedroom in summer pjs, feeling weirdly warm for the current temperature outside, Seungmin feels his skin burn every time your fingers meet his body. 

Seungmin is so beautifully proportionate, you think. Studying his slender arms and long legs, his torso, just perfectly built. In every way, he was destined to be the main character of a timeless romance. 

This is way past your normal antics of going all obsessed with the bodies that would fit your designs. Thinking about making the outfit Seungmin would wear for all to see. 

It’s like he would carry a piece of you. 

You’re chewing at your lower lip, revising all numbers and doing the maths in your head to gauge out how much of each fabric you’ve got left and how much you’ll need. 

“You got it?” He asks, startling you away from your thoughts. 

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Great. Your turn now,” He smiles, stretching out his hand for your sparkly, strawberry-scented pen and notepad. 

So came the dreaded day he would take your measurements.

You haven’t done your own sizing in over a year now, an irrational fear of the tape finds you each time you think about it. 

And part of you is totally ready to call the whole thing off and just beg Seungmin to please find someone else. 

But he gives you no window of space to talk, pushing you to stand in the middle of the room and pulling your arms in the right position.

And you feel extremely exposed. 

You’re so entangled in your spiral of self-hatred, you completely miss the sweat that threatens to pool at his forehead, or how often he’s gulped in the past five minutes. 

Though he constantly craved close proximity to you, this time might be enough to kill him. 

Your chest has always been the bane of his existence. Squishy, soft skin always pressing up against body whenever you hugged him happily, practically pouring out of any piece of clothing with a tighter fit. Rubbing around his arm when you’re walking hand-in-hand at the shopping centre. 

And he feels horrid for being such a pervert, he does. 

You’re his loving, kind, best-friend and he’s always ogling your body with his dirty male mind. 

God, your waist. Abundant flesh folded over in adorable rolls, so perfectly shaped for his hands and his hands only. He imagined himself grabbing handfuls of your ass, running his hands all over your hips and waist.

Your thighs, so full and creamy; in particular when you wear the one summer dress your sister gave you on your last birthday. That dress drives him absolutely crazy. Floral linen with a wrap-around layered cut that leaves his mind running around thoughts of undoing those flimsy ties and finding that gorgeous body you’re so intent on hiding. 

“Minnie?” You ask, a bucket of hot water over his flames. 

Your voice is so soft, dripping in affection as always. 

“Have you got it?”

He gulps, immediately shying away from your body lest he be corrupted by any evil thoughts. 

“Y-Yeah.” 

“Are you alright?”

Seungmin nods. 

“It’s bad isn’t it?” You scratch at your nape, eyes avoiding his.

“Wha- What?”

“My measurements,” You shrug. 

“No– No. Absolutely not, you’re fine, you’re perfect. It’s just– I’ve been rethinking my collection lately– Nothing to do with you,” He loses track of his words, rambling on and on while your love-stricken heart hangs hopelessly onto the word ‘perfect’.

“Well,” You fidget with the hem of your pyjama shirt, eyes slowly prodding at his reaction, “Anything I can help with?”

Seungmin finally smiles and your heart blooms in warmth, “Not yet, but there will be.” 

And so on, your days are consumed with the mindless routine of class and working on your project. 

Work went great with Seungmin’s friends, they were all so friendly and outgoing, you felt right at home. And everything looked perfect. Just missing one final look. 

Though Seungmin was more than willing to do as many fittings as you’d like, you both scheduled a double try-on day. Which would also be the first time you’d see his design. 

You keep fidgeting with your fingers, anxiety gnawing at your brain with every passing second. He’d locked himself in his room for ‘last-minute corrections’ and you were almost going crazy.

An hour later, Seungmin finally emerges from his room, a plastic cover draped over his design, keeping you from peeking. 

“So?!” You inquire, he keeps avoiding your eyes, for some reason. 

“I’m ready,” He nods and so do you. 

“Rock, paper, scissors, loser goes first?” You ask.

“Please,” he nods fervently and you smile nervously. 

So you stand before him.

He calls it out. Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot.

You put out Scissors.

And he put out Rock.

You go first.

Shit. 

Seungmin seems all too relieved, still psyching himself up to show his design. 

You pull your creation from the plastic covering and hand it to him. A creamy white button-up with flowy sleeves, a velvet crimson coat with embroidered details following its length and black leather trousers in a high-waisted cut. 

“Good luck, I guess,” You joke and he laughs.

“No need for it. It’s gonna be the best,"he says. 

Though when he finds himself changing into the set in the privacy of his bedroom, Seungmin is astonished, admiring every single detail you’ve poured into it. His fingers caress the handmade lacy collar, feeling the hours spent in every thread and stitch. 

And it fits his body perfectly; white linen drapes across his chest, hugging his pecs but flowing down freely down his torso. 

“You ready?” He calls out and you gnaw at your fingers in anxiety. 

“Yeah.”

Seungmin pads through the hallway, eyes scanning the living room until they meet yours. You smile, eyes glistening in adoration, taking in this moment as if it would end too soon.

“Wow.”

He smiles, “I know, it’s amazing… You’re amazing.” 

“No– It’s– You look so… Handsome,” It wasn’t uncommon for you to compliment each other, but this once felt too intimate. 

Seungmin blushes, scratching at his neck. 

“So… My turn, I guess?” 

“Oh, yeah,” Oh, how you dreaded this moment, not that you doubted his abilities but with your luck, you’d ruin his hard work with your subpar looks.

Seungmin hands you an opaque plastic cover, he notices your hesitation, but gives up on saying anything lest you actually give up. 

He plops onto the sofa as you leave for your room, chewing on his own lips. He hoped this dress could convey everything he felt for you, even if a little bit. 

It takes you excruciating 5 minutes to finally come back into the living room. 

Seungmin stands up, letting the cushion he’d held fall to the ground and match his jaw.

His work, – an asymmetrical white dress with a poofy skirt and a translucent layer of tulle decorated with snowflake shaped beads over its length – hugs your body perfectly.

You look absolutely ethereal standing before him with a shy smile, wearing the clothes he made with his own hands, every stitch done with thoughts of you. 

“You’re breathtaking,” 

You laugh quietly, “The dress is doing most of the work. It’s beautiful, Minnie, I don’t have any words–”

“No– You’re… Gorgeous.”

He’s serious, dead serious. 

And you’re stuck in a staring contest, standing five feet apart in your living room, time comes to a standstill. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“You’re lying.”

“I wouldn't– Not to you.” 

You study his expression, searching for any, absolutely any sign of jest, but he’s serious. He truly thinks you’re… pretty?

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Yes,” Seungmin takes a step forward, “The prettiest.”

“Since when?”

“Since forever…” 

You want to believe his words, Gosh, you do. But it’s hard, it’s hard to believe anyone would look at you and think anything even remotely positive. 

“Minnie– Seungmin, please,” You breathe out, “Please, tell me you’re not joking about this– I won’t forgive you.”

“Every day and night I think of you and I can’t take my mind off how you manage to steal my breath away every damn time.”

Your heart skips a beat or ten; he steps forward and you wish to close the space between you for once but your body doesn’t move. 

You can’t take this, not if he isn’t serious, no. You would never recover from something like this. 

“Say something, please,” He pleads. 

“I think I’m in love with you.” 

Seungmin freezes.

And you curse at yourself, there, you’ve done it now. You’ve gone ahead and ruined everything.

But he lets out a sigh of relief and his hands find your jaw, pulling you toward his body at once. 

Your fingers run up the soft fabric, gripping at the freshly overlocked edges, his pale skin teasingly on display through a tiny heart-shaped window which would later be adorned with blood-red rhinestones, though some had already been placed. 

And your breath gets caught on your throat, threatened with the lull of proximity and his minty breath fanning on your lips. Nails digging into the velvet fabric of the overcoat, your eyes are stuck to his enticing chest. 

He smells of baby powder, chalk, and of the blueberry-scented shampoo you bought on sale last month. And you let his perfume lure your stupid heart into an erratic rhythm. Let the heat of his body find your own, setting your cheeks on fire. 

When your lips meet his, it’s as if a current runs through your bloodstream, awakening every cell and fibre in your body to the taste of the man you love. 

“I’ve waited for this for forever, it seems–” He whispers against your kiss-reddened lips. 

His fingers are tangled in your hair and his lips crash against yours once again. He’s forceful, desperate. All-consuming and ravenous. 

You can only melt into his touch and seep into his body, hoping to become one and never be apart ever again. Oh no, you couldn’t stand another day away from his gorgeous lips now you’ve had a taste. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and let him guide you, taking the smallest of steps back until your legs meet the sofa and you both fall down with a loud ‘poof’.

His hands cup your cheeks, tongue ravishing your mouth with relentless want, he drinks every moan and sigh before it even makes it past your lips. You’ve barely made out for five minutes and you can feel the volume of his hard-on poking at your hip bone. 

Oh, it’s an incomparable rush of dopamine to affect someone so much. 

Seungmin kisses at your lips, cheeks and jaw, nipping and sucking at your skin until he leaves behind his mark; his claim on you. His teeth graze along your skin, erupting goosebumps over its path.

“Don’t– Don’t want to ruin your dress–” You sigh, willing yourself to push him away. 

He smiles against your collarbones.

“Wanna take it off, then?”

An indescribable heat flushes your body.

“Seungmin!!!” You yell. 

“What? Take it off…” His hand reaches for the hem of the dress, toying with the soft tulle. 

“No-!” 

“Let me see your body, hm?” He hums, puppy-eyed and all.

“It’s–” You look away. You could barely fathom the idea of standing naked before anyone let alone the guy you’ve loved for ages. 

Seungmin licks his lips, “Look, I’ve– I’ve been dreaming of this– You, under me…” His fingers ghost against your bare thigh. “I– I… You have no idea what you do to me, now, do you?”

You shake your head.

He reaches for your hand and then places it above the leather-clad bulge that rages in his trousers. As soon as your hand barely grazes the fabric, Seungmin gulps. 

You’re overtaken with a desire to pleasure him.

You’re rid of the dress, – even with your pleas to treasure it, Seungmin throws it aside, eager to feel you bare. 

You attempt to cover your modesty, but he solves that issue by pinning your hands atop your head. As he truly sees your body for the first time, you watch his eyes glisten in true adoration, a dark hint of lust behind them. Your skin burns hot under his attention.

“You’ll be the death of me, y’know…” He jokes, but there’s a hint of truth, his heart pounds against his ribcage. 

He peppers kisses along your chest, tongue licking at your skin, watching you squirm and sigh at his every touch, how your nipples stand hardened and kiss-bitten. Trailing down your stomach, he makes sure to nip at the abundant flesh, to marvel at how plump and absolutely perfect you are. 

Oh, and he mumbles at every move just how ethereal you are.

His lips graze your inner thighs, licking at your skin but not where you need him the most. Every time he breathes against your aching pussy, you practically jump. 

Though he planned to tease you endlessly, Seungmin can barely hold back his wish to do nothing but lose himself between your gorgeous thighs. 

He licks a long, torturous strip along your core.

You squeal. 

But despite your squealing and squirming, Seungmin’s got a strong grip on your hips and he is making sure your pussy is all his for the tasting. And he finds it, he might be the one most affected, after all.

You taste absolutely divine, liquid euphoria flowing through his lips and eager tongue. He eats you out like the world is ending; as if this is all a dream and he will wake up alone and hot in his bedroom. 

And you moan his name with each syllable sounding more tempting than the last. 

Only once you come on his tongue, does he rest; but not for long, no. 

If it were up to him, he would get a couple orgasms out of you, lay in between your legs for hours. 

Seungmin leans back on his knees, admiring just how absolutely fucked-out you look with messy hair and heaving chest. And you look up at him with glossy, swollen lips and teary eyes. He can’t resist you, after all.

He kisses you again and again, fingers fidgeting with his trousers; Goddammit, why didn’t you put a zipper in this finger? Historical accuracy be damned when you want to fuck someone!

After his trousers are off, you urge him to lose the shirt as well and he complies. Seungmin is gorgeous; milky, unblemished skin with a slender build. 

“Look at you, so perfect– So eager– Just for me–” He breathes out, tip teasingly rubbing along your dripping core. 

You mewl, hands reaching out for him.

“Come on, baby, tell me– Tell me what you want.”

“I– I want you… I want you to fuck me.”

He curses a thousand bad words under his breath. 

When he finally slips it in, his fingers dig into your love handles, leaving behind tiny crescent moon shaped marks. You arch into him and he holds you firmly, arms wrapped around your body. 

He manoeuvres your legs over his thighs for a better angle and you feel him reach the deepest parts of your body. And you sigh, letting yourself feel full, stretched beyond bliss. 

It’s only when he notices with a devilish smirk how you’ve started to grind against his hips that he starts to move.

You are bathed in pleasure and lust.

His hands run up and down your leg, worshipping your thighs and your stomach that jiggles with every powerful thrust of his hips. Oh, and your tits, how hypnotic is it that they bounce up and down?

You moan his name over and over, mind hazy with pleasure and he lavishes in that feeling. Of rendering you cockdrunk, providing you with inconceivable bliss.

Seungmin pounds into you relentlessly, skin slapping sounds an obscene symphony that fills your ears, only accompanied by the breathy moans; Oh, the sweetest of sounds were the way he sang your name.

You clench around him, greedy and lovestruck. 

“Minnie– I’m gonna–”

“Shit– Come on, baby. Let go–” He groans out, hand reaching to rub your clit. 

Your second orgasm crashes into your body with an unstoppable explosion. You squirm and Seungmin leans forward to capture your lips in kiss, to drink your most euphoric moans. 

Hands wrapped around his back, you pull him flush to your heaving chest, letting the pleasure find your fuzzy brain. 

When he finally reaches his own climax, he pulls out, painting your skin with translucent ropes of white. Draping over your stomach pale strings of his seed, a claim. 

You’re smiling when his eyes meet yours and he is filled with immense relief; That’s you’re happy and well. 

He lays by your side, pulling you on top of him with a smile that mirrors yours. 

You lay on his chest, drawing figure eights along his soft skin to the stable sound of his heartbeat. Your own heart is draped in joy beyond comprehension. 

“I think the clothes look great,” Seungmin jokes.

You laugh. “Yeah, I think they do.”

[mydearesthrry]

hayday, braids, and chocolate - h.s.

a/n: self indulgent as fuck. wrote this a couple of hours ago…hope u enjoy as always 😘

wc: 1.1k (shes a shorty!)

cw: fluff. name calling i guess? in a joking and loving way <3, one suggestive sentence ig

summary: sundays with harry <3

A movie was playing softly in the background, Harry and Y/N talking about god knows what as he laid on his back, head resting on the armrest of the couch. Laying on her tummy against his chest, her chin was propped up on the back of her hands as her palms rested on his shirtless chest, neck craned to look at him as they spoke.

About anything, really.

“No, I honestly have t’say tha’ I disagree with you, lovie,” He looked to the ceiling in thought. “How could you possibly even bend that way? I know for a fact that y’aren’t flexible, there’s jus’ no way y’can prop up y’legs behind y’head.”

“Harry, do you actually think that all our millionaire friends stay at every house they own?”

“I actually haven’t thought about tha’, and I have a scary feelin’ that y’might be right. What d’they even put in these things? Like… what is a gusher?”

Or the occasional switch in position, Harry still on his back and Y/N now on hers with her back to his chest. Most likely for a phone break— or, more like Y/N getting stuck on TikTok and forcing Harry to watch with her.

“Jesus Christ, how much red 40 are in those fucking pickles?”

“Holy shit, tha’ dog is so fat.”

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing right now?”

“Yeah, lovie. Tha’s a guinea pig wearing a cowboy hat. With m’initials on it.”

Or… just them sitting in silence. For the most part.

“Harry…” YN sighed, clicking at her phone. Her legs were slung over Harry’s thighs, her back resting against the arm of the couch. They’d switched positions a couple of hours ago, now sitting in complete silence as they became iPad kids and tapped away on their respective devices.

“Yeah, m’love?” Harry said, setting his crops into the dirt before looking at her, his head turned and tilted slightly like a puppy.

“D’you have any corn or wheat?” She asked, needing to plant some on her HayDay farm. She knew he would know what she was talking about, seeing as HayDay had been their new obsession as of recent.

“Were you staring at my phone or summat?” He gasped with a bewildered look.

“...No?” She questioned. She laughed when he turned his phone screen to face her, HayDay opened on his phone as well. Turning his phone back to face him, a few beats passed with them sitting in silence, their noses both stuck in their phones.

“So… do you?”

“Yep, just put them on m’market.”

“And that, is why I love you.”

—

“Ow! Tha’ fuckin’ hurt, babe.” Harry groaned, pulling his girlfriend’s fingers from his hair.

“Oh suck it up, you big baby. You asked me to massage your scalp, you can’t get mad at me since I’m literally doing what you asked.” She grumbled, slapping Harry’s hand away and moving hers back up to his curls, twisting little strands around her pointer fingers.

“I-“ He started.

“Say something, brat. I dare you.” She said, grabbing his chin to tilt his head back.

“Nothing,” Harry muttered, moving his head back to its original position on her chest. “Thank you, baby.”

“Whatever. You’re still a brat,” She kissed his temple three times, craning her neck a bit more to kiss his lips with his assistance of craning his to meet her lips as well. “But, I love you.”

“I love you. Love of m’life, m’muse, m’soulmate,” He placed soft kisses on her lips with every other word, kissing her deeply with his last. They sat in silence for a little, soft breathing and the occasional beep from his phone sounding the room, until Harry broke the silence.

“Lovie?”

“Hm?”

“Can y’braid m’hair?”

“Are you gonna complain if I pull too hard?

“No, but I’ll probably get hard.”

A pause. “Y’know what? I’ll take it. Get me a hair tie then sit on the floor.”

—

“H, come here.” Y/N groaned.

“No.” Harry said, arms crossed as he turned his back to her.

“You’re such a fucking diva,” She said, kicking at the bottom of his back with a socked foot, trying to garner his attention. “Don’t know how I put up with you.”

“Oh, ‘M the diva? Y’just chewed m’out ‘cause I accidentally ate the last bit of your chocolate, even though y’told me last night that y’still had some left!” He whined, back still turned to his girlfriend.

“Oh my God. Are you serious? I said I had some in my desk at work, not at home, you fucking twat.” She said exasperatedly, still poking her toes into his back.

Reaching behind him, he grabbed her socked feet and held them tightly, making her whine and complain about the constriction. “Let my feet go!”

“No. Not until y’apologize.” He said matter of factly, turning the slightest bit so he could hold her feet in his lap, face not facing her, but instead watching the movie that was now on mute on the TV.

“Do I have to?” She asked, voice low.

“D’you want y’feet back?” He gave her the same tone of voice, not paying her any mind.

“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath, scooching forward as much as she could to rest her chin on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for getting mad at you for eating my chocolate.”

“Hmm, and?” He hummed, moving to rub small circles into the soles of the fuzzy fabric covered skin.

“And ‘M sorry that I wasn’t more specific. Forgive me? I love you.” She whispered, moving to rest the plush of her cheek onto his shirtless shoulder, her lips brushing against the skin when she spoke.

Sighing, he fully turned to her and raised an eyebrow, letting her feet go and placing a soft kiss onto her forehead. “Of course I forgive you, sweet girl. I’d forgive y’a million times over. I’ll buy y’new chocolate, baby. Jus’ love when y’get all soft w’me. S’ like, m’favorite thing ever. Besides you, I guess.”

He was cut off by a yelp when she used their closeness to her advantage and took a bite out of her shoulder.

“Y’fucking bitch.”

“Twat.”

[natashaslesbian]

Guinea Pig | SJ

Summary: You test out some new products with your mom

Request: Scarlett testing out new The Outset products with her daughter and making a fun day our of it

Word Count: 1k

Warnings/Content: None :))

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“And up we go!” Scarlett exclaimed as she lifted you up onto the bathroom counter, you giggled as she tightly gripped your armpits. “So what do you wanna try first baby?” Your mom asked, holding up all the new samples of products she had collected. “Silly mommy I need to wash my face first!” You said, rolling your eyes like it was the most obvious thing ever. “Ah how could I forget! Do you need help?” Scarlett asked as she passed you the outsets cleanser. “No I can do it” you smiled as you twisted around to face the mirror.

Scarlett’s skincare journey had few goals, one of the most important was that it was gentle. She wanted to make sure that the outset was available to everyone and everybody, it was even gentle enough for your delicate skin. You loved helping your mom test out all her products, the two of you often had pamper nights while Colin was still at work. You adored being her Guinea pig and all the time you got to spend with your mommy.

Scarlett also washed her makeup away while you cleansed your face lightly, she would keep ‘accidentally’ splashing you with the water. “Mama!” You giggled as another small wave came in your direction “what sweetie mommy’s just washing her face!” Scarlett exclaimed pulling her goofiest face. “Now the clay mask?” You asked with your best puppy eyes. “You can have a little on your nose and cheeks okay” your mom said as she reached for the blue face mask.

You decided you wanted some hot chocolate while you let your clay make sit on your skin. You felt so proud as you helped Scarlett to top off your drinks with some whipped cream and sprinkles. “Cheers baby!” The blonde said as she lightly tapped her mug against yours. “Be careful it’s still hot” she warned. You managed to finish half of your coca before your mom lead you back into the bathroom, lifting you up onto the counter once again.

Once your mom had removed your clay mask and her own it was finally time to try out some of her new products. “Ok then, mommy’s gonna try out the lip gloss and you can tell me if you think it’s good alright?” Scarlett asked as she reached for the outsets lip oasis. “Why can’t I try it too?” You innocently questioned. “Well sweetie it’s a plumping lip gloss and you don’t need to plump your lips do you? Mamas lips are old so it’s safer for me. Would you like to put on the barrier balm instead?” Scarlett said, not wanting you to feel left out. “Ok!” You cheered as your mom passed you the barrier balm container.

“How do they look baby?” Scarlett asked you as she pouted her lips, making silly duck noises. “Pretty mama, you’re so pretty!” You giggled reaching up to tap your mom’s lips. “Aw thank you y/n” Scarlett said as she removed your hand from her mouth, opting to kiss you on the cheek instead and wiping away the residue she left behind. “How do your lips feel? Is the balm nice?” She asked. “It’s so soft mommy, like slime!” You beamed. “Well that’s good but we don’t play with skincare like we do with slime do we?” Your mom said, reminding you what was safe for a kid to play with. “No mommy because it’s not a toy” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Good girl” Scarlett said as she gave you a high five.

“Okay we have one more thing to try and then how about we watch some movies until daddy gets home?” Your mom said as she reached for a plain unlabelled bottle, you nodded enthusiastically at the idea of a movie night. “What is it mama?” You asked. “It’s a body lotion, so it helps keep your skin all silky smooth” Scarlett laughed as she tickled your ribs. Your laughter filled the air and it was your mom’s favourite sound. “Your skin is already smooth mommy!” You exclaimed, making sure she knew how much you adored the softness of her skin. “Aww well thank you sweetheart, would you like to try some lotion with me?” Scarlett asked. You nodded enthusiastically.

“Ok it might be a little cold” your mom cooed as you extended your arms for her. You squealed when the lotion touched your skin, it was colder than you were expecting, despite the warning. “It feels like butter!” You squealed as you used your hands to rub the lotion into your skin. “Do you think so?�� Scarlett asked, massaging the product into her on arms. “Yep!” You smiled with a definitive nod to seal your approval. “Well I will be sure to let Katie know” your mom said, you grinned wide at the mention of Kate, she was your third favourite person in the world. “Can I tell her?” You asked with your best puppy eyes “it’s been ages since I’ve been to work with you!” You pleaded. “Hmmmm, well then how about you come to the office with me tomorrow?” The blonde said, lifting you up off the counter top.

“Yeah!” You beamed as your feet were placed back on solid ground. “Ok but if you really want to then you have to promise me that you’ll go to bed on time tonight, and no sneaking back downstairs for snacks” Scarlett said, giving you a knowing look but tickling your stomach at the same time. “No fair!” You giggled “uh uh, you do as mommy says or you can’t come with me tomorrow” your mom said, holding out her pinky. “Ok I promise” you sighed, interlocking your finger with hers. “Good girl, now what movie are we watching first?” Scarlett asked as she carried you through to the living room. “Frozen!” You yelled out “again” your mom laughed, it would be the third time this week you had watched it, although Scarlett didn’t really mind. As long as she was with you, she’d be happy to do anything.

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A/N: I want Scarlett to be my mom :(

- Astara Bell

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[bearsbeetsbeskar]

Restoring the Roots (Joel Miller x Therapist! reader)

Chapter 1: Pre-Contemplation

Chapter 2 here | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | main masterlist |

Pairing: Joel Miller x therapist! reader, post outbreak Rating: none, will be changed to explicit in future chapters (slow burn, eventual smut, age gap) Summary: Life after moving to Jackson looks drastically different for Joel, survival mode is over and now he and Ellie can finally put down new roots. Ellie adapts easily but Joel finds himself struggling to settle into this new life, in more ways than some. At Ellie and Tommy’s insistence, Joel begrudgingly finds himself in therapy to try and work through his struggles but what he encounters is more than just painful memories and deeply rooted trauma. A/N: I cannot say enough thank you's to the number of lovely humans who encouraged this idea and supported me as I embark on my very first fic! And what better Pedro character to be the guinea pig for this idea? Lots of this story draws on my personal knowledge as a social worker, as I am working towards becoming a certified equine assisted therapist. Consequently, there are lots of horsey terms, therapy terms, and vivid descriptions of trauma at certain points. Feel free like, comment, or reblog if you enjoy it :)

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You sat up taller in your chair, arching your back and rolling your shoulders in an effort to stretch out your spine, exhaling softly as you heard the cacophony of crunches and protests from your muscles. You had been hunched over your notepad for over an hour, eyebrows scrunched together and your mind running on autopilot, as you caught up on client notes that you had fallen behind on for the last couple days. The downside of having a small therapy practice, hell any therapy practice, was that there was a never ending litany of documentation to fill out. Seeing as you were the only therapist in the tiny commune of Jackson, there was never a shortage of clients and consequently, never a shortage of session notes that you had to write. 

“Hun.”

You hear your name spoken in a warm tone from behind you. You barely look up from the page as you try to rewrite the word ‘diagnosis’ after what feels like the fifth time. The word has basically lost all its meaning at this point. 

“Honey, c’mon, the sun is about ready to set and you can wrap that up tomorrow.” The cover page to the notepad closes on top of your hand and you look up to see your assistant, Tracey, giving you a knowing look and then glancing towards the front of the office. You follow her gaze to the front windows and take in the deep ember orange hue washing over the business faces and windows on the opposite side of the street, signaling the end of another day. Sighing softly, you lean back in your chair and cross your arms over your chest with a frown. You know she’s right and yet you still have the same dispute every day. 

“Trace, you and I both know that if I don’t get them done today, they will just be added to tomorrow’s to do list, besides this is the last one I swear,” you say to her with a smirk, as if she has not heard that excuse before. 

You were never the kind of person to half-ass your responsibilities at your job, including client documentation, even if there was no longer any governing body or association to uphold professional social work standards. You did your job with integrity, even the mundane administrative tasks that involved more writing than actual talking with clients. Tracey knew this of course, it was something she admired about you, how suited you were for this line of work. It was clear that you cared deeply for the clients that you supported. But it doesn’t mean it was not a fight when the end of the workday rolled around and she had to tear you away from your desk and practically shove you out of the office door. 

She rolled her eyes at you and her lips curled into a small smile as she headed towards the door with her coat and bag in tow. “Promise me you will at least be out of here before the night patrol starts?” She points her finger at you as she stops just ahead of the door. You nod and wave her off as you turn your focus back to the notepad, smoothing your palm over the words etched into the cover ‘Restorative Reins.’ 

You had only been in Jackson for roughly over a month, though it felt like much longer. Much like everyone else who had survived the outbreak and came to find refuge in the small settlement after the world went to shit, you were grateful to accept any basic decencies of normal life that were afforded to you. Warm meals, warm showers, hell running water in general was a miracle in and of itself at that point. So when you actually arrived in Jackson, you were dumbfounded to see how much normalcy surrounded you. Children running and playing in the streets, storefronts of various thriving businesses, sheep being rounded up in a nearby corral - hold on, a fucking MOVIE THEATER? 

While it took some time to grow out of the perpetual fight or flight mode that you were entrenched in from life on the road, you did eventually fall into a good pace in Jackson. Especially after getting involved in the community and taking up the job as the local therapist, you had never been busier, and you loved it. 

The world felt unflinchingly obsolete post outbreak, but being able to support others with their mental health never failed to bring you joy and an unshakeable sense of purpose. You wanted to help others as they navigated their pain and broke down the mental blocks that entrapped them in their trauma. You wanted to help them realize the innate strength that they possessed. Sadly, you never got the chance to practice long term, as you finished up grad school just before the outbreak happened. But that didn’t seem to matter now as you had an endless stream of community members that you saw on a weekly basis at your practice, all with their own pain and struggles, seeking support.

It was crazy to think about the short period of time that had passed since you started at the job, how much you had done for the residents, how much more that you wanted to do. You were pulled from your memories when the office phone rang, internally groaning as you looked at your watch.

4:58 p.m. Of course. 

Steeling yourself you picked up the phone, praying that it was a quick call.

“Restorative Reins Practice, how can I help you?” you answered.

“Oh! hi ma'am,” a warm, mellow Southern drawl greets you on the other end. “Are you the local therapist that has been helpin’ folks out around here with their mental health?”

"That's me,” you reply warmly, “what can I do for you?”

The man hesitates briefly, “Well, I was uh wanting to know a bit more about the business I guess, how the therapy process works, fees and stuff for someone who was interested in getting help. Not me though, it’s not for me, it’s for my brother, Joel. My name is Tommy by the way,” he mentions quickly. 

“No problem Tommy, I can explain the basics to you including the different types of therapy I offer and how the process works,” you reassure him. You explain to him the different services, how the equine therapy worked, walk in hours, session lengths and so on. 

“I should probably mention that my brother ain’t keen on getting help and reaching out to others when he needs it, he’s too damn proud to acknowledge it, so he really doesn’t think he has any issues and thinks everything is fine… but he’s having a real tough time settlin’ down here. He’s so haunted by his past and he’s been acting differently lately, more temperamental, well, more than usual,” Tommy adds. You smile to yourself and nod, as you’ve had many clients before who were stuck in similar struggles and closed off to therapy initially.

“I can definitely understand that,” you sympathize with him. “It sounds like your brother has been through a lot and you just want him to get some support, which is great. Therapy isn’t for everybody but I have worked with many individuals like him who were going through similar situations, and they found great success.”

“That’s great to hear. That’s all I want for him is to get some help,” Tommy states.

“Now with that being said,” you continue, “therapy is voluntary, I cannot force someone to attend, but if your brother would agree to a consultation with me, I could chat with him more about where he is at, the kind of support he could benefit from and go from there. No pressure to commit to anything,” you propose to him.

“Hmm, I think he could be persuaded to try that, now that you mention it like that,” Tommy chuckles, sounding pleasantly surprised. 

“Awesome! You can tell him to stop by the office any time and we can discuss it more. We’re open from 9-5,” you tell him, silently relieved that it was an indeed quick call. He thanks you and hangs up. 

Something else akin to curiosity creeps into your mind as you recount what Tommy briefly told you about his brother. Maybe more so intrigue. You wonder how resistant he is to therapy, what happened in his past to hurt him so deeply, but you catch yourself before your thoughts run away from you further, either way you look forward to helping another person in need. 

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“Tommy, I swear to god if you bring up this damn therapy shit again, I won’t hesitate to shoot you next time we’re out on patrol,” Joel growled through clenched teeth, as he walked away from his brother into the kitchen of the house. 

“Boy, it ain’t like I never heard that before,” Tommy quipped sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he followed Joel into the kitchen, pausing in the doorway as he leaned against the frame, hands shoved into his pockets. He observed his brother's rigid stance, the tightness in his shoulders, as Joel stood over the sink, looking out the window. 

This felt like the umpteenth time that Tommy had broached the subject of Joel getting help and talking to a ‘shrink,’ as he dismissively described it, for the issues that he was struggling with. Joel was fine. He didn’t have any fucking issues. He was doing just fine and didn’t need some professional to scrutinize him, reduce him to his vices, and open old wounds from his past life. He was encouraged to go to grief counseling after Sarah died but by some grace of God, or whatever godforsaken omnipotent entity existed at that point, the outbreak occurred. Forget mental health, physical health and survival became the only focus.

Tommy exhaled softly. “Listen, I'm only suggestin’ it because I care about you. Ellie cares about you. You both have been through hell and back in the last year, I mean shit, we all have. But it seems like everything y’all went through is still affecting you, holding you back from letting your guard down and settling in here,” he states plainly, sadness lacing his tone. 

“That’s bullshit Tommy and you know it,” Joel snaps, turning to face his younger brother and leaning back against the counter, arms crossed in defense. His gaze narrows.  “I go out on patrol don’t I? Pick up extra shifts wherever it’s needed, help out with the contracting jobs, go out with Ellie in town.” Joel stood up taller, puffing out his chest, challenging his younger brother. Tommy shook his head, running his hand over his face with an exasperated expression. Heaven forbid Joel did anything for himself that did not involve contributing or providing for someone, period. He just couldn’t shake that from his identity, and it broke Tommy’s heart as he watched his brother’s stubborn pride, ridden with guilt and trauma, swallow him whole. 

“Man when are you gonna fuckin’ do something for yourself Joel?!” Tommy asserted, his frustration reaching a boiling point. “Forget the damn commune, forget the community, forget Ellie for a sec and think about the last time YOU did something for yourself, the last time YOU reached out for help goddamnit.” He pushed off the doorframe and crossed the threshold of the kitchen as he strode towards Joel.

“You’re not on the run anymore brother. You don’t have to just survive. You can have a life here. You can sleep without keepin’ one eye open and relax without lookin’ over your shoulder. Don’t you want that? Don’t you think you deserve that?! Don’t you think you deserve this?!” Tommy said as he gestured around the cozy kitchen and fixed his older brother with a pleading stare. 

Joel’s eyes widened as he tried to step back, the edge of the counter biting into his lower back as he took in Tommy’s weary face, the pain in his soft brown eyes, mirroring his own. His younger brother rarely raised his voice anymore. The outbreak took its toll on his hot headed temperament that never seemed to simmer down, even after he was discharged from the army. Joel knew that Tommy cared about him, hell he knew how deeply his brother loved him, after all they had respectively been through in the last twenty years, it had to be serious for him to raise his voice. 

Joel opened his mouth, ready to bite back but his brother raised his hands in the air in surrender, “Look, this is the last time I will bring this up, I swear. But yesterday I called up the therapist in town who’s been helpin’ folks out, and asked her about the therapy process and she seems real nice, and supportive. She said you could come in for a consultation and talk to her and see if you’re interested,” Tommy said quietly.

Joel’s gaze narrows as he scrunches his eyebrows together in incredulity, “You-”

“I had nothing to lose Joel. Absolutely nothing. And neither do you,” Tommy cuts him off, raising his chin in defiance. “At least go talk to the therapist, if you don’t like her or you’re not feelin’ it, then I’ll drop it and let it go. Okay? The office is on the main street, just beside the clothing store, adjacent to the stables and they’re open everyday from 9-5.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ Tommy,” Joel leaned back as he looked up at the ceiling, wishing it would collapse in on him. Gotta love that brotherly love.  

“Look I should be getting back now, Maria will be waiting for me. Here’s the number and address for the business. I’ll see you around okay?” Tommy patted through his pockets and retrieved a small piece of paper with writing scribbled on it, placing it on the counter beside Joel. He gave him a last placating look before he walked out of the kitchen, the front door closing behind him with a soft click. 

Joel pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled sharply before turning back around to look out the kitchen window. He hung his head in defeat, rounding his back as he rested his elbows on the counter and glared into his matte reflection in the sink. He didn’t need any help. He was doing fine. He’s still upright and breathing, with blood coursing through his veins isn’t he? Albeit, he's not jumping out of bed like a sprightly thirty year old anymore. His knees pop and crackle when he gets up from crouching over machinery for too long, his joints protest the next day when he pushes himself too far, moving slower than usual on job sites. 

Hell, even his memory is starting to get cloudy around the edges. If it weren’t for Ellie some days, he’s sure he would leave the house without pants on, what with her always reminding him where things are in the house, special events that are coming up in the community that he forgets about. He had been a bit more snappy than usual, as Ellie so lovingly pointed out one day, but that’s nothing compared to his normal demeanour. 

“You’re becoming a grumpy motherfucker y'know that? Jeez, who shit in your cornflakes this morning?” She grumbled at him with a mouth full of cereal, after he snapped at her reminder that it was parent day at the local school. Parent day, P.A. day, Joel hadn’t dealt with any of this shit in over twenty years since Sarah was in school. Even then he managed to swiftly neglect many of the parental events, seeing as Sarah was the perfect student, with nothing but glowing reviews from her teachers. The fact that Ellie was going to school amidst a fucking apocalypse was enough for Joel to be content. 

But still, he’s doing fine, right? Just fine. 

“Maybe talking to someone that’s not related to you would help you, y’know? Being able to talk about shit that you can’t talk to me, or Tommy, or anyone else about you know?” Ellie proposed to him later that night.

As luck would have it, she was already home when Joel and Tommy spoke in the kitchen and she had heard pretty much the entire conversation. And like Tommy, she only wanted Joel to get support because she cared about him. 

“Think of all the shit that we went through in the past year, forget the infected, and the raiders, and FEDRA, and almost dying,” she casually listed off on one hand as if she was reciting a grocery list.

“There's so much shit that we’re both carrying with us, demons from our past, and it’s gotta come out one way or another. Look, therapists aren’t there to judge you, or analyze you,” she continued, “they’re kind of like a sounding board for you to bounce your thoughts off of, and they help you process shit you’re going through. You never know unless you try it,” she said matter of factly. 

“Like Tommy said, you got nothing to lose man. Plus the whiskey and pills will only help you numb reality for so long, you’re gonna go insane eventually,” she said, fixing him with a knowing look as she leaned back into the couch beside him.

Joel just grunted in response and frowned. Damn this kid for being too insightful for her own good.

Ellie might be young but she most certainly wasn’t naive. And as much as Joel would have liked to assume that her easy transition into life in Jackson was on account of her youthfulness, it really wasn’t. It was just the fact that she had never known a normal life, as heartbreaking as that was. She never had the chance to experience such normalcy before everything turned on its head. But she developed friendships with a few of the other teens in the community, namely one girl Dina, who she hung out with after school, went to the movies and other community events with.

She didn’t have to actively try to fit into Jackson, she just did. Joel would never acknowledge the pangs of jealousy he felt gnawing at his insides when he saw her getting on so well, but it didn’t mean they chipped away at his morale any less. 

Ellie smirked at his lack of response, knowing he was mulling it over in his mind. With the relationship they had developed over the past year, she was grateful to be able to talk to Joel and actually get through to him.

“Damn maybe I should be a fuckin’ therapist, that was good advice wasn’t it?” she grinned at him, elbowing him in his side.

Joel snorted and shook his head. “Christ, I must be losing my mind for real this time if you’ve got me considering it.”

“Now c’mon,” she wiggled her eyebrows at him, “you owe me at least a few games of Boggle for that pep talk,” she said triumphantly, holding up the weathered board game that was on the coffee table.

[lee-pines]

This is my fanfic that I started on AO3 a while ago.

Summary

Peri is assigned to a six month old Dev as an experiment. It does not take long for the baby to wrap Peri around his finger.

“You, uh, wanted to see me, Jorgen?” Peri said once he teleported into Jorgen's office. Jorgen was looking through his filing cabinet with his back turned to Peri.

“Yes. Here Peri-weri” Jorgen said. He tossed an oversized file over his shoulder. With a frightened gasp, Peri dodged it before it could squish him.

“Who names their kid Development?” Peri asked as he looked at the name on the file. They had done this before. They looked over old Godkids’ files to familiarize Peri with them.

“Your new Godson's parents,” Jorgen said. He turned to face Peri who was giving him a megawatt grin and practically shaking as he bounced up and down in the air.

“Really? You're finally giving me a Godkid?” Peri shrunk the file so that he could look through it. He opened it to the first page as he said “oh, I'm so excited I… why's he so young?”

The age was the first line in the file of all Godkids aside from the name. According to this, his Godkid was six months old. Five years old is usually the youngest that a kid would be assigned a Godparent because at that age children are typically able to understand that if they talk about fairies they will be taken away forever. More or less.

“The Fairy Council and I have decided to try something different. An experimental program.” Jorgen said gruffly. “Giving neglected and abused infants Godparents as a way to prevent unneeded suffering and to prevent children going down the wrong path.”

“And Dev and I are going to be the guinea pig for this?” Peri raised an eyebrow.

“Dev?”

“I refuse to call a baby Development,” Peri shook his head.

Jorgen hummed in understanding before saying “that’s one way to say it. The Fairy Council and I believe that you would be a good fit for this new program.”

“I was under the impression the Fairy Council didn’t like me very much,” Peri said as he continued to read about his Godkid. Dev was born to Erica and Dale Dimmadome. He was essentially being raised by AI drones. Dale was ‘much too busy’ with his business to be bothered to care for his son. His mother only came around when she wanted to. Her time home was marked by loud fighting combined with things being thrown as well as hands. “Why would they want me to do an experimental program? Another one.”

“Are you questioning them?”

“Everyday of my life,” Peri said, raising a brow at Jorgen to demand answers. Everyone knew that Jorgen had a soft spot for him and Peri was known to use it to his advantage. Jorgen was nowhere near as scary as others made him out to be. He was just no nonsense.

“There were several Godparents’ names that were brought up to participate,” Jorgen said, “including your parents.”

“They’re retired,” Peri reminded, “and last I heard they were in Ancient Rome” because his father was absolutely obsessed.

“Yes, anyway, your name was brought up several times before we all agreed that you would be the best to trail this idea,” Jorgen told him.

Peri wanted to continue to question the decision. Why him? Why for his first Godkid? Jorgen promised that he would have an ‘easy case’ for his first Godkid as Jorgen knew that he was nervous. This seemed like the exact opposite. He was going to be a guinea pig in an experimental program. His belly squirmed with anxiety. He could not screw this up. He would never be able to face Fairy World again if he failed.

So, Peri nodded. “Got it. Do you have anything else for me?”

Jorgen shook his head. So, Peri used his wand to teleport to his new Godson’s house. The only thought in his head was that he hoped that he would not mess this up.

…

Peri was almost expecting an alarm to sound when he arrived in his new Godson’s room. After all, this was a billionaire’s highly secured house. Security seemed to be skipped in the baby’s nursery as the only sounds were Dev’s sleeping sounds.

The nursery was surprisingly bare. No toys or bright colors. The walls were plain white and the floors barren hardwood. Nothing comforting. No blankets or stuffies. The only things in the room were a white crib with golden accents, a white changing table, and a white and gold dresser.

So bare. So lifeless.

It caused Peri’s heart to break.

Peri’s attention was brought to the crib when Dev yawned. Peri floated over to the crib. Dev’s bright blue eyes stared up at him, looking him up and down as if trying to figure him out.

“Hey, Kid,” Peri said, in a quiet tone with a gentle smile on his face. He reached down to pet through Dev's fluffy, curly hair. “My name’s Peri. I’m your Fairy Godparent.” He knew that Dev could not understand him, but it would be rude not to introduce himself. Right?

After a couple of seconds, Dev smiled with a giggle. He reached up to the fairy.

“Hey there, Kiddo,” Peri said, with a slight chuckle. “I bet you wanna get up, don’t you?”

Peri was about to do just that when there was a crash heard right outside of the door. It sounded like something glass hit the wall. It made both Peri and Dev jump.

“I’m allowed to see him whenever I want! I’m his mother!” Peri heard a female voice shriek.

A male voice responded, but Peri did not pay attention to it when his Godkid let out an ear piercing wail. It did not take a genius to realize that Dev did not like the loud noises.

“Let’s get some soundproofing in here. What do you think, Dev?” Peri asked. He took Dev’s continued wailing as a yes. Peri waved his wand and they could no longer hear the fighting outside of the room.

Dev’s cries did not die down like Peri had hoped. Peri swallowed, wondering how he could fix this without upsetting the boy further. He had once asked his mom and dad how they knew what to do with him when he was a baby. He was the first baby born in a thousand years. They had no experience with babies. Any fairy who had long since forgot. His mother said that she followed her instances. Everything else lined up or was found in books.

Peri’s instances were telling him to hold Dev. Before he could overthink himself into paralysis, Peri sat down close to Dev’s head and gathered him in his arms. It was awkward as Peri was not that much bigger than Dev, but he could hold him in his lap with Dev’s head supported by his arms.

“Shh, Dev, everything’s going to be okay. I’m here now. I’m going to make sure everything’s okay,” Peri said, stroking the baby’s back. “Shh.”

Peri continued to shush Dev until his scared tears dried up. Once again, he looked up at the fairy holding him. With tears still fresh on his face, Dev smiled.

“There you are,” Peri smiled back. “See, I told you, everything’s okay.”

Everything was not going to be okay, it seemed as Peri saw Dev’s AI drone caregivers. They scanned the crib, before an ear shattering alarm blared in the room.

“Intruder. Intruder. Intruder,” the drones shouted.

“I am not an intruder,” Peri grumbled. Of course the loud noises caused Dev to start wailing again. “I just calmed him down,” Peri said angrily. He was about to wave his wand to make the drones disappear when he saw the door knob turn.

Peri transfigured himself into the mobile over Dev’s head. The lack of physical touch made Dev cry harder, but there was nothing that Peri could do.

Dale entered his son’s room when he heard the intruder alarm from the Au Pairs. He silenced them before looking around the room. There was no one else in the room but him and his wailing son. At least the Au Pairs listened when he told them to quiet.

“There’s no intruder,” Dale said to himself. The Au Pairs could be malfunctioning. That was the last thing he needed after his wife caused all that commotion. At least that gave him an excuse to leave the room. He told the Au Pairs to follow, saying that he would check them.

Once Dale left with the Au Pairs, Peri teleported to the position with Dev in his lap.

“Hey, Kid,” Peri said, rubbing his Godkid’s back. “There’s no need for all that. We’re alone now. We can have some fun.”

It took a few more seconds, but Dev eventually calmed down.

“Remind me to keep you away from loud noises. Alright, Kid?” Peri said with a smile. “Now, let’s liven this place up.”

Peri waved his wand.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression, wanting to die

Summary: You're still reeling from the aftereffects of getting your soul back. It's safe to say you're not doing okay. Amara has a bigger effect on humanity than you thought she would, so while you're picking up the pieces she left behind, pieces of yourself are slowly chipping away.

Season Eleven Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Dean gets Jenna stitched up quickly, and Sam returns from exploring. Only he doesn't come back alone. He is with a man holding an infant in his arms. His wife or girlfriend must have just given birth right before this happened, and she must be dead if he's not with her. Mike, the man, tries to calm his baby girl as she cries, and all you want to do is go into a rage. The baby crying, your guilt, and the dead bodies... it's enough to make your head explode.

"I'm sorry, please keep her quiet," you beg.

"I'm trying," Mike sighs. "The doc said it was gonna be a tough birth, but Janie stepped up. The twister hit and the power went out. She just kept on going. No drugs. Just pushed out this little dewdrop like she was nothing. Then Janie started bleeding. They tried, but... You'd think they'd know how to stop something like that."

"I'm so sorry, Mike," Jenna says.

They must know each other because Jenna is touching Mike like they're more than strangers. She tries to provide a comforting hand but it doesn't do much for him.

"Can you tell us what happened here?"

"I went outside to collect myself after Janie died and a truckload of them pulled up."

"The road crew?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, but they didn't say anything. They just went off, attacking folks like they were possessed. I tore back inside to get this little one. I found that supply closet, and you know, been there since. I could hear them, though. Tearing through the halls. I don't think they cared who it was. They wanted them dead."

"You said the road crew went nuts. Did any of them come after you?"

"Yeah, a few of them."

"Did they cut you or bleed on you?"

"Yeah."

"I don't understand. What are you saying?" Jenna asks Dean.

"I'm saying that whatever this is, it might be transmittable."

"What? We don't even know what this is. Now you're saying it can be passed on?"

"He's right. I can feel it. Inside. Something's happening," Mike whimpers and looks at his daughter.

"How long has it been since you were attacked?" Sam wonders.

"Three or four hours. The real question is, how long until I become like them?"

"Will you excuse us?" Sam asks. Mike nods and steps into the next room but keeps the door open. "Dean, I know what you're thinking--"

"Yeah, we need to kill him now."

"What? You can't be serious."

"Are you saying you want us to wait around and wait for him to kill us? Oh, yeah, that's a plan," he rolls his eyes.

"Or we just wait for him to die," Sam suggests. "There was a whatever you want to call it, a 'rabid' attacking the closet door and he just died. These things have a shelf life."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing here," Dean scoffs.

"No, he's right. We lock him up and find a cure. This is a hospital."

"Call it a hunch but I don't think you're going to find this in any medical books." Dean looks at you to see you staring at the other dead bodies with a pained look on your face. "Sweetheart?"

"I didn't open up that closet door to find a cure," Mike interrupts. "I thought maybe we could make a deal. I'll go find somewhere quiet and lay low until this is over. You save my baby girl."

"Yeah, you got yourself a deal."

"I'm grateful for that but I wasn't talking to you." Mike turns to Jenna. "I know you. I've seen you in church since you were knee-high. Please."

"I don't even own a Guinea pig," Jenna gasps but takes the baby anyway.

"There you go, little girl. Thank you. Thank you all."

With that, Mike runs out of the room to seek shelter away from the group.

"Why do I get the feeling that that is gonna bite us in the ass? Are you good?"

"Oh yeah, aces," she nods.

"Let's gear up."

"That might be tricky."

You look up to see Sam peering out the window. From where you are, you can see a truck pull up with even more rabid individuals. Dean, after looking through the window, starts to take stock of his weapons.

"What's he doing?" Jenna asks.

"We made a promise"

"To do what? Charge out there, guns blazing? We don't even know how to kill them."

"She does." He looks at her. "Chest, right? I'm guessing heart."

"This is madness," Jenna scoffs.

"No, that is madness."

"We can wait for them to die! Y/N, a little help here?"

You open your mouth to respond but nothing comes out. You're not sure where you stand. People die if you wait, people die if you kill them. People die wherever you go. I'm poison. If I was gone, everything would be fine.

"How long will that be? When they infect others, how long is that? No, if we stay here, that baby dies. We did this, Sam. Okay? We broke it, we bought it. You know there's no other way." Dean's phone rings and he puts whoever it is on speakerphone. "Where the hell are you, Cas?"

"I'm okay," he says with a strained voice.

"You don't sound okay."

"Dean, I am fine. Besides, what I have, you can't help me. Well, Y/N might."

"What do you mean, what you have?"

"Please tell Sam that Rowena escaped with the Book of the Damned and the codex."

"What?" Sam gasps.

"Oh, hi, Sam."

"Forget Rowena. Where are you?"

"Tell me that the Mark is gone from you two."

"Are you serious? You're worried about us after everything--"

"Is it gone?"

"Yeah, it's gone from both of us. We're good. Well, not good but you know what I mean."

"Makes two of us."

"Cas, talk to us about the darkness."

"Why would I talk about the darkness?"

"Because it's free."

"No, that can't be."

"Removing the Mark opened some kind of lock. Dean and I saw her," you say.

"The darkness is a woman?"

"That's what we're asking you. We were hoping you could tell us how screwed we are." Castiel doesn't answer. "Cas?"

"Sam, Dean, Y/N... Goodbye. It may be some time before we see one another again."

"Wait, Cas! Cas!"

"FBI, my ass," Jenna scoffs.

Dean pulls you and Sam off to the side to chat while Jenna tries to calm the baby. The throbbing in your head is back but you try to push the feeling aside for now. Dean and Sam stare at each other in silent conversation while you suffer silently.

"Look, I get it. I do. We're gonna save that baby, okay? We're gonna find Cas, and we're gonna stop the darkness."

"No, we stick to the plan we have. It's the same plan as it's always been. In order to get out, we go through."

"Yeah? How's that been working for us?"

"We can't save Cas if we're stuck in some hospital, okay? Just like I can't strap on a time machine, go back, and tell Cain to shove that Mark up his ass or stop you from releasing the darkness. Now, have we made mistakes? Yes. Hell yes. We can analyze each and every one of them over a couple of frosties when we're old and farting sawdust and out of this room! Right now, all I can do is gear up, I can head out, and I can save that fucking baby, which is exactly what I'm gonna do."

"When did we forget how to do this?"

"What?"

"If we don't change what we're doing now, all of our shit is just gonna keep repeating itself."

"Sam's right," you sigh.

"Excuse me?"

"Kill first, ask questions later? What happened to us? We're good at hunting, great even, but that's only half the battle, man."

"Sam, I am trying to save that baby," Dean sighs.

"What about the others out there?"

"You mean the ones trying to kill us?"

"I mean the ones that are sick, the ones that are dying."

"Yeah, who won't rest until they've infected us all."

"So, we forget about a cure?"

"What cure? Jenna's cure?" Dean asks and holds up a shotgun.

"Dean," you sigh.

"There is always a cure. You just have to want to find it."

"How are you gonna find it if you're dead? Around and around we go."

"Saving people means all of the people, Dean," Sam glares. "Not just that baby. Not just each other. I unleashed a force on this world that could destroy it to save you two." I don't deserve to be saved. Just let me go. Maybe I can do some good in this world before I'm destined to destroy it. "I'd do it again. In a second, I would do it again. That is what I'm talking about. This isn't on you. It is on us. We have to change."

"I'll stay behind to look for a cure. You two get Jenna and the baby out of here," you offer.

"What? No. I'm not leaving you alone."

"Dean, I am Amara's vessel. This won't affect me. Let me do this one thing, please. I need to do some good after all the bad I did. Please. Just go and pick me up when they're safe."

"She's right and you know it," Sam backs you up.

"I know," Dean sighs. "We will come back for you."

"I know," you whisper.

You leave the room in search of the intruders while the rest hang back until it's safe to leave. You find three of them looking through rooms and toppling over beds if they think you're hiding underneath them. You whistle to capture their attention before luring them away. All three of them quickly follow you away from the area where Sam and Dean are. Once they feel it's safe, they quickly escape the room and head toward the exit. You run into one of the supply closets and lock it behind you. The power is out but there is one emergency light inside that flickers on and off slowly.

You stay in silence for three seconds before hearing a growl from behind you. You turn just in time for an infected woman to tackle you to the ground. You scream as you try to get her off you but she isn't budging until you're dead. She tries to bite you and you keep her at arm's length, but she is slightly stronger than you. Whatever is on her neck is making her almost superhuman.

The only way you're getting her off you is if you kill her first. Through the tears, you grab whatever is near you and slice it across her neck. Her blood sprays into your open mouth, and you fight the urge to throw up. She gurgles on her own blood before falling on top of you. You push her off you with a loud sob just as the door is broken down by the three men.

"Please don't. Just let me help you!" you cry.

They don't listen and charge after you, and you use the weapon you grabbed to defend yourself. You don't think about anything else but your survival as you fight against the three men. You don't dare use your magic so killing them is brutal. You hate seeing their dead bodies on the ground with blood everywhere, but it is a necessary evil. Now that you're truly alone, you let out all the emotions you've been trying to push down. You fall back onto the shelves and slide down it with tears streaming down your cheeks. You cover your mouth but that doesn't stop the sobs from coming out.

I can't do this anymore. I don't know how to be okay anymore.

Thanks to your distraction, Sam and Dean were able to escape with Jenna and the baby without being seen. They're almost out of the hospital when they're stopped by Mike with black vein-like marks on his neck.

"The baby," he says and looks at her.

"No," Jenna gasps and holds her closer.

"We're not gonna hurt you, Mike. As long as you leave that baby alone," Dean warns.

"Amara."

"What?"

"Her name is Amara," he gasps.

He falls to the ground, dead, seconds after speaking. Sam and Dean don't have time to think about that right now. They need to get out of here fast. They get to the car and manage to peel out of the entire ghost town without seeing anyone else. Dean pulls into a gas station that's three towns away from the hospital or four hours away from you. This town is completely safe and normal. Whatever Amara did only affected those in that one town. Jenna takes Amara to the bathroom to change her while Dean gets gas. He takes out his phone and calls you to see how you're doing.

"Hey, sweetheart. We've made it to a neighboring town, about four hours away. Jenna's grandmother doesn't live too far from here, and then we'll come back for you and figure this out."

"I won't be here when you get back. I can't do this anymore, Dean. I can't keep feeling this way anymore. I can't hunt knowing I'd rather be dead. You and Sam are better off without me. All I do is ruin things," you sob.

"Fuck," Dean curses, gaining Sam's attention. "I'll be right there, sweetheart. Just give me a few hours."

"It's too late. I won't be here when you get back. I'll find that cure and leave it here for you. I'm so sorry but this is for the best."

Dean tries to say something more to you but you hang up on him. He yells in anger and almost slams his fist into the car window.

"What happened?"

"She's spiraling, man. I gotta get back to her. Look, get Jenna to her grandmother's. I have to go back now for Y/N. She's not okay."

"Yeah, we'll take care of it. Go."

Dean leaves Sam and Jenna at the gas station and hauls ass back to you, hoping you'll be there when he arrives.

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First Club Meeting: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: The first Inventor's Club meeting after years.

Aaron and Nicky walked down the empty hallway of the school. Aaron had his hands in his pockets, and Nicky was fidgeting so much out of nervousness.

"Nicky, if you keep that up, your limbs are gonna fall off.", said Aaron, "It's just a club meeting."

"Maybe it would be if you were the one attending it.", said Nicky, "But I've never been to an after school club before, and these are people who I hardly even know. I want to make a good impression."

"You could just start with hello and go from there.", Aaron suggested, trying to be helpful. "And plus, you don't have to make a good impression with all of these people. Some of these guys are actually really chill, and they're weird themselves."

Nicky rubbed his arm, smiling nervously at his friend. "I guess that makes me feel a little better.", he said.

Then he accidentally bumped into someone, and he looked up to see that it was the principal.

Valeria Abanate.

"Eyes up.", she said, "Eyes up, darling. You'll never know where you're going if you keep your eyes down."

She dusted herself off and Nicky rubbed the back of his head, "Sorry, miss.", he said. "Me and my friend were looking for the Inventor's Club."

She stopped dusting herself off and looked at him and Aaron. It was silent for a moment, then she raised her eyebrows. Both boys were super confused.

She pointed behind them, "Mr. Murtaugh's Science Room.", she said. "And don't let that Ivan kid turn you into a guinea pig."

Aaron let out a dry laugh at that, and he took Nicky's hand and led him to the science room. Meanwhile, Nicky was trying not to have a stroke. "What did she mean by that?", he asked.

"No idea.", replied Aaron, "The point is we're here."

As they entered the room, everything seemed normal. The walls were covered with nerdy posters, blueprints for different machines, and for some reason, there was a watermelon with a face drawn on it.

"Wow.", said Nicky, "This looks kind of like how I imagined."

Then Aaron pulled Nicky out of the way when a tin can lid came flying at them, and the lid hit the chalkboard behind them, embedding itself in the board.

"Damn!", said Aaron, looking back and forth at the lid and the watermelon. "I would've signed up if I knew we were gonna practice executing people."

"Ivan!", called out a voice from the back, "Be careful with that thing! You never know what or who it might accidentally hit!"

"Sorry!"

A little girl with brown hair and a red dress came to the front of the room, and when she saw Nicky, she smiled and shook his hand. "Nicky, you're here!", she excitedly said.

"You guys know each other already?", asked Aaron. "Yeah, we met while he was signing up. You told me and Mya about him once, right Aaron?"

Aaron thought for a moment, then he nodded in realization. "Oh yeah, I remember."

Two girls were sitting on one of the desks in the front of the room, and one of them came up to Nicky and shook his hand. This girl had ginger hair and blue overalls.

"Hi, I'm Mya. Aaron's little sister.", she said. "Welcome to the Inventor's Club!"

"The only club that allows you to truly be a weirdo.", said the girl who still sat at the table. Nicky recognized her immediately.

Maritza Esposito.

As a matter of fact, he already recognized some of the people in this room. Besides Lucy, there was Enzo, Maritza, and Ivan. They met once in the field at lunchtime, and another time at the end of school.

...Where they'd warned him to be careful around Aaron.

But Nicky wasn't trying to think about that right now. Right now, he wanted to get to know his club.

"It's nice to meet you all.", he said, "Most of you guys, I'm seeing again. But still, it's nice to meet you guys."

Enzo giggled a little bit, "It's nice to meet you too, Nicky. We're always happy to welcome new members who love building just as much as the next guy."

"And we're always happy to bring in more weirdos."

Enzo rolled his eyes at his sister's comment.

Nicky pointed to the thing that just shot a lid at him, "What's that?", he asked. Ivan jumped up and clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm delighted that you asked!", he said, "This is my can lid launcher. It takes off any lid off of an old tin can at lightning speed, with the perfect type of sharp object!", he nervously giggled and rubbed the back of his head. "I'm still working on how to aim the lids at a safe place so no one accidentally gets sliced open."

"And how's that working out for you?", Maritza sarcastically asked.

"I'm working on it, Maritza! These sorts of problems don't get solved overnight!"

As they bickered, Aaron stepped forward and tapped the machine. "Do you think I could borrow this for a little...experiment I wanted to work on for a while now?", he asked Ivan.

"Aaron, we're not using Ivan's machine for weapons to use on Finch.", said Mya. Aaron was about to speak up, but Mya stopped him. "Or Seth Jenkins, or Ruben Smith, or Mr. Murtaugh, or Principal Abanate, or anyone else in the school or the town."

As they bickered along with Maritza and Ivan, Enzo tried to break up the fight. Meanwhile, Nicky just leaned back against the desk in the back of the room.

Lucy walked over to him. "How're you liking your first club meeting?"

Nicky shrugged, "It's actually going better than I thought.", he said, laughing a little. "Aaron was right, some of these people are just as weird as me."

The little girl giggled behind her hand.

Nicky didn't know why, but that laugh made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Maybe it was because she was a little girl, and little kids when they laugh are too much cuteness to handle.

Then he noticed something behind him.

An old article with some old abandoned building in the picture. He picked it up and read the headline.

YOUNG STUDENT OF RAVEN BROOKS HIGH SCHOOL FOUND DEAD IN WEATHER STATION

Nicky's eyes widened. "Holy crap."

Lucy looked down at her shoes, "Yeah.", she said. "That person may have been part of the Inventor's Club, or maybe one of their siblings from a long time ago. Because of that death, the club got shut down."

Then she perked up and wrapped an arm around Nicky's shoulder, "But it's alright now. Because I'm bringing it back, and this time, nothing is going to tear us apart!"

Nicky smiled at her, and he looked at the rest of the people in the club, and his smile grew wider.

Something told him that he was going to have so much fun with these guys.

[smileydk]

Lights, Camera, Action

Pairing: Idol!Taemin x Photographer!OC

Summary: Jiwoo and Taemin have been married for a whole decade. They both debuted in SHINee. As SHINee approached their 15th anniversary Jiwoo started pursuing photography.

Who'd be a better guinea pig model than her own husband?

cw/tw: fluff, cute, praising, suggestive, kissing

Note: I'm obsessed with Taemin lately. Why I don't know. But he's so handsome and pretty, and gorgeous, and sexy and- yeah

''Taeminie my babyyy~'' Jiwoo walked through the front door with a sweet smile on her lips.

Taemin, sitting on the couch, looked up from the book he was reading and raised a knowing eyebrow. ''Yes, my dearest wife? What are you gonna subject me to this time?''

Jiwoo smiled and walked over to the couch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked down at him with a pleading smile.

Taemin knew that smile very well. Whenever she wanted him to do something she'd smile like that.

''You know how I've been taking photography classes, right baby?'' Taemin nodded. ''Right, so this week's assignment was to photograph something sexy... so I thought who's better for the job than the Lee Taemin?''

Taemin chuckled as he leaned his head against the back rest. He looked up at Jiwoo, who was already looking down at him and pursed his lips.

Jiwoo leaned down and kissed his lips sweetly.

''Will you please help me, baby?'' Jiwoo fluttered her eyelashes sweetly.

''I can't, and you know I can't. I told you this morning. And I know you know since you call be "baby". I have to go to the dance studio and work on the "Guilty" choreography. I would help you if I-''

Jiwoo pouted. ''Pretty please?''

Taemin chuckled. ''I don't have ti-''

''Pretty please with sugar on top?! If you loved me-'' Taemin raised an eyebrow. ''-you would help me''

Taemin sighed. ''You're annoying''

''I know. And since you won't help me, I'm calling Minho'' Taemin nodded for her to go on.

So she did.

She found her phone and found Minho's contact. She pressed his contact and put it on speaker phone. Taemin just sat there.

''Jiwoo! My favorite Lee! 'Sup?''

Taemin glared at the phone. ''What do you mean "favorite Lee?!" I thought it was me!''

In the background Jiwoo and Taemin heard Onew cursing at Minho for calling someone else his favroite Lee.

''Too bad, you ain't. And neither are you, Hyung! Now, how can I help my favorite Lee''

''So, for my photography classes I have to photograph something sexy, and Taemin's an ass and won't help me, so would you like to be my sexy model? Maybe something shirtless, or maybe-''

Taemin grabbed Jiwoo's phone from her hands and glared at his wife. ''Buh-bye Hyung, we don't need you''

''Goodbye, see you tom-''

Jiwoo laughed loudly as Taemin ended the call in the middle of Minho's sentence. He chucked her phone behind his shoulder. He turned to his wife and raised an eyebrow.

''You're a bully''

''So you'll help me?'' Jiwoo smiled sweetly.

Taemin sighed loudly. ''Fine! I'll call Noona and tell her practice is off'' He picked up his own phone. ''You're lucky I love you'' He mumbled a pouty tone.

As he ended the call, telling "Noona" he was sick and couldn't dance today. "Noona" didn't believe him for a single second, but she let it slide this time.

She did however warn him if he repeated this she would come to their apartment and drag him to the dance studio herself.

''Now, back to your little rendezvous, do we have any studio lights? Or any equipment at all?''

Jiwoo's sweet, kiss-ass look, switched into a sheepish look. ''I might have bought a camera, studio lights and all that before asking you''

''Why?''

''I just- my backup plan was Minho, I knew he would accept without a fight'' Jiwoo smirked as she headed out the door to get the stuff she bought.

Taemin gasped dramatically. ''How dare you even think of Minho as a backup?'' His wife simply smiled and kissed his cheek.

After they'd set up all the different lights and cameras, and props and whatnot that Jiwoo had brought home, in the bathroom, the woman turned to her husband with a smirk.

''And now, you. We gotta change all...'' Jiwoo moved her hands around her husband's body. ''...this''

''What? I look sexy as I am'' Taemin raised an eyebrow.

''Well that I won't deny. But! This is not what I invisioned...'' She motioned to his oversized hoodie and sweatpants. ''I was thinking that it could fit with your upcoming comeback... so I might have got you a completely new outfit''

She dug out a white tank-top, a pair of white boxers and a pair of blue, baggy (jeans) pants. Taemin reluctantly took the clothes and changed out of his sweatpants and hoodie.

As he showed the outfit to Jiwoo she held up a finger. She started pulling and adjusting his pants. She could feel Taemin's smirk on his lips as her hands brushed past his lower stomach.

''Shut up'' She mumbled and continued her adjusting.

''I didn't say anything!'' Taemin exclaimed and placed his hands on his hips.

Jiwoo ignored him and stepped back. She looked him up and down. He posed jokingly and Jiwoo chuckled.

Jiwoo stood him in front of the bathroom. ''Let's... add a bit of choreo to the photo. Right hand under shirt, show off your stomach. You know, the key move''

Taemin smirked. ''If you wanted me naked you should've just asked, baby''

''Ha. Ha'' Jiwoo laughed sarcastically and loooked at her husband with a forced smile. ''Pose, asshole''

''Yes, ma'am!'' Taemin saluted her and did as she'd wished. ''Lights, camera, action''

Jiwoo stared at him for a moment. ''You're such a weirdo'' Taemin flashed a dorky smile.

Jiwoo continued staring at Taemin as he did the pose she requested. It looked good, but not enough. ''Head down. Hand around your neck''

Taemin did as instructed.

This was another reason as to why Jiwoo wanted to work with her own husband, he'd been in the industry for so long. He knew exactly how to pose, he followed instructions well and he was naturally sexy.

Perfect sexy model.

Jiwoo snapped a few pictures of Taemin in that pose, altering some small things. When she was satisfied with it she showed it to model himself.

''Wow, I look good'' Jiwoo chuckled. ''What are you laughing at? I look sexy. Who knows, maybe these will be my concept photos? You're good at this''

Jiwoo blushed as he praised her. ''You really think that?''

Taemin nodded and hugged her tightly. ''The best! Now, next pose!''

The afternoon continued. Taemin posed as Jiwoo instructed. It started professionally, Taemin answered Jiwoo being very serious about the whole thing.

Then it slowly turned into Taemin doing as he wished and Jiwoo accepting it.

After almost 3 hours of snapping photos they decided to wrap it up.

''I'm gonna edit these a bit. Then you can see them''

Taemin pouted. ''I wanna see them now!''

Jiwoo raised an eyebrow. ''Taemin, sweetie, you're 30, not a toddler. You'll see them when I'm done''

''Okay...''

However, editing proved to be difficult when you had a 30 year old husband who decided he needed attention at this exact moment.

Jiwoo was trying to edit the pictures she seemed to be the best ones. Taemin sat behind her on the bed, legs on each side of her body, arms around her waist as he watched her edit.

His shin rested on her shoulder as she tapped away on the computer.

Taemin's attention span was about the same as a 5 year old, on a sugar high.

His fingers started tapping a rhythm on Jiwoo's thighs and he started humming to himself. Jiwoo turned around and raised an eyebrow. She'd told him if he wanted to sit here. Silence.

He quickly stopped.

But then his attention started wearing thin again. He found a hairbrush ans some hair ties Jiwoo had laying around.

He carefully started brushing Jiwoo's hair and braiding it. Jiwoo stopped her editing and turned around. She smiled.

''You really have no patience. You're like a five year old'' Jiwoo examined the braid. It was good.

''Yet you love me. Besides, if I was a five year old, wouldn't that make you a predator?''

Jiwoo raised her eyebrow. ''Ha. Ha''

''I'll go cook or something. Have a good editing session''

''Love you!'' Jiwoo yelled through the house as Taemin bounced down the stairs.

''Love you more!''

After Jiwoo'd edited the photos she headed into the kitchen to show Taemin.

Taemin, who was making tteokbokki, was amazed.

''My wife's so talented! And I'm much more sexy than Minho-Hyung would ever be''

Jiwoo chuckled and patted his cheek. ''That's your opinion''

''Whatever. You and I both know I'm speaking facts. Now, I think these are perfect for my concept photos this comeback. And I'm saving money if use my lovely wife's hard labor''

''Who said I'm free?'' Jiwoo raised an eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips. ''I'm an expensive bitch''

''Well... expensive? Yes. But bitch? No. What do you want as pay? I could think of a few things I know you'd like'' Taemin smirked as he placed his own hands on Jiwoo's.

Jiwoo chuckled and shook her head. ''You're such a pervert''

Taemin couldn't see the problem. She wanted pay. He had something to pay with. Which they'd both enjoy.

''Besides. I have to send these in for class and-''

Before Jiwoo could finish her sentence Taemin pressed his lips against hers. Jiwoo giggled as he pulled away.

''You talk too much sometimes''

''And you have too little patience. Your tteok is burning'' Jiwoo pointed at the pan, which smoked a bit more than it should've.

Taemin turned around and spotted the pan. He quickly moved it from the heat. He smiled awkwardly as he turned back to his wife.

''It's not burnt. It just... on the verge of burning. Want some?''

Jiwoo smiled. He was so cute. And he tried cooking. Which he rarely did. ''Of course I will''

As they are Taemin's half-burnt creation Taemin smirked. ''Next time you should do a budoir photoshoot''

Jiwoo choked on the food. ''Lee Taemin!? WHAT THE FUCK!?''

''What? It was just an idea! I'm sexy. You're a great photographer. And...''

''You just want a reason to get naked'' Jiwoo deadpanned him. ''And don't even deny it, you're... you''

''Oh baby. If I wanted to be naked I'd be naked'' He winked and continued eating his food.

''Fuck you, Lee Taemin''

''Anytime, baby''