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yeokii · 1 year ago

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⌗ ADORE YOU ﹕이희승 (TEASER)

꒰ synopsis ꒱ all hopes were crushed when you realized there was no way to get close to your crush, choi beomgyu. your advances to get close to him never seemed to work. so, you decided to get closer to his best friend, heeseung, by joining the broadcasting club. but as scripts change, so do crushes, and you end up falling for his best friend instead.

▸ auditions are open . . . !

ㅤ❕MATCHMAKER ── crush bsf ! heeseung x reader

fast forward ⃕ [ genre ] : written, fluff, angst, 90s au, unrequited love

meet the members ! beomgyu, gaeul, jungwon, taehyun, juyeon [more tba.]

warnings 𖧷 [only in this scene] unrequited love, yn kinda uses hee, thats all I think

ㅤhe's a real catch ▹ est. 2OK ❨ 이희승 ❩ ⌗ catch adore you here!

⌕ [ archives ] one result found . . . hi (still on hiatus kinda) js came here to post the fic teaser :D (im prolly gna post this after mocks or after my igcses) also ty @yenqa sewlmate for writing the synopsis (ly dookie) send an ask or comment to be added in the taglist !

THE FALL OF NINETEEN-NINETY SIX MARKED A PIVOTAL MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE. Ever since you came into the world, you never really could grasp the concept of love.

You wrapped your head around the myths and tales your mother would read to you every night. You thought that every princess would have her own shining knight in armor. So, after thirteen years of living, where was yours?

Your knight in shining armor, or knights in shining armor, existed within the pages of the comic books you read. You often wondered if they would magically pop out of your books and transport you into their world. Similarly, you wondered whether any of the characters from your adored TV shows would step out and bring you into their lives.

So, it wasn't a surprise when your jaw dropped to the ground as you saw the most beautiful man in your life (well, technically, boy). If the epitome of beauty was a fourteen-year-old boy, it would be Beomgyu.

But it wasn’t just his face that made your thirteen-year-old self swoon over him, it was also the way he acted. You loved the way he conversed, his smooth way of talking at a young age and the way he smiled at you every time he made jokes with his friends. You loved how his eyes lightened every time he’d pull a silly prank.

But the problem was, he never talked to you. You admired him from afar. You never actually had the guts to talk to him, as if. You were content with watching his funny actions from a distance.

There were some moments when you pushed aside your nervousness and talked to him. You remember having butterflies in your stomach the moment you first talked to him. There were times when you both were paired up as project partners for a biology assessment and at that moment, you swore you could’ve worshiped the floor that your biology teacher walked on due to her giving you an opportunity like this.

You knew this was an opportunity to make your move. And you did. You brought him small snacks with little notes on them. Gave him gifts regularly. Maybe even took lessons from your best friend on how to subtly flirt with him. You really thought you had him. Because whenever you used to play out these little acts, you saw the subtle smile on his face. You were so close. It’s like the universe laid it out for you. Gosh, how lucky you were!

Luck. The luck that you thought you had. If luck was a person, you would’ve tackled it to the ground already. Because the day you were about to confess to him was the day he announced his new girlfriend.

His first girlfriend. You doubt you called it ‘love’ since the only thing she cared about was that he was popular and pretty. That’s it! All that girl could get from Beomgyu was his looks and his reputation. You could’ve scoffed at the sight.

Beomgyu was so much more than that. He was loyal, kind, and trustworthy. And she went for his looks. Even though she had him, you felt as if she was missing out on so much. You were partly sad due to them getting together and also due to Beomgyu getting used to his looks.

So, you were practically prancing when you heard the news of their breakup a month later. Did you care that Beomgyu was absolutely heartbroken? Well, yes, but you felt relieved that Beomgyu was finally unleashed from that mean troll's wrath.

And as he got older, he grew more handsome. And God did you love it. When you entered high school he was a completely different person. He had gotten more flirty and way more pretty. He was way out of your league.

Out of the years you were in this crappy high school, you made absolutely no improvement in your and Beomgyu’s relationship. Beomgyu, who kept getting new flings every summer and tons of situationships seemed to discard your existence. One could only say ‘What the fuck?’

Your thoughts swirled, and you had a collection of emotions roaming around your head until your best friend jolted you back into reality with a gentle nudge on the shoulder.

“Are you even listening?” Seori’s voice cut through your thoughts, annoyed, since she had to explain what she was talking about in the first place.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You blinked, focusing your attention on your best friend.

She sighs, “I was saying that I think Doyoung is going to ask me out.” Seori pouts “Why does he not get that I don’t like him that way, jeez.”

Her ramble about her current boy toy washed out in the background. You were once back in your thoughts until you saw him heading into the cafeteria. Beomgyu entered the cafeteria, his smile widening at something his best friend said.

Lee Heeseung, Beomgyu’s best friend. His ride or die. As long as you can remember, they were attached to the hip. They were basically the package deal. If Beomgyu was the life of the party, Heeseung would hold up his hair while he threw up in the host’s toilet. While Beomgyu was the exact depiction of a social butterfly, Heeseung remained aloof, keeping people at arm’s length. You could only wonder how he dealt with Beomgyu’s outbursting personality.

“Earth to Yn!” Seori snapped her fingers in front of your face which once again, brought you back to reality.

“Sorry.” You sheepishly smiled looking at your best friend's annoyed face. Your friend followed the gaze you had fixed before looking over to her. And her eyes followed the trail of your alleged ‘man’–– Beomgyu.

“Him again.”A sigh erupted from Soeri, having enough of your rambling over your four-year-old crush.

“I’m sorry, alright!” You pouted, your back hunching over the disappointing development between you two which was nowhere to be found. “He’s just so cute, God!”

Your sigh was followed by your best friend. Not long after, your best friend’s fed-up expression converted into a rather eager one.

“I got it!” She exclaimed, her hand hitting your back while she practically screamed. You winced in pain as a few fellow students gave you judgemental stares.

“All you have to do is be close with his best friend, Lee Heeseung.” She slowly said, almost like a mastermind coming up with a villainous plan–well, you would consider your best friend to be some sort of evil criminal.

But this, this opened new angles in your head. It felt like the universe–or more like your best friend–laid it out for you again. Your once unsolvable puzzle showed a new direction, and the missing piece was all in front of you.

Okay, maybe you felt bad that you were going to use Heeseung like that, even looking forward to it. But, you were really desperate. To the point where you would actually be eager to attend Sunday mass just to ask God for Beomgyu to like you back or even spare one glance at you. Well, what could you do?

Out of excitement, you pulled Seori in for a hug with a squeal while giving her a kiss on the cheek which she in return, yelped. “Seori, you’re a genius!”

“Yes, I know.” She laughed a bit, escaping your tight grip on her before wiping the spot you kissed her hastily with her hands.

“I mean, how hard could it be?”

You smiled and your gaze wet up to the boy you loved for most of your life, then slowly to the equally handsome boy.

Jackpot.

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fanfiction4sooya · 11 months ago

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On edge (Sana x Fem! Reader)

Just wanted to try this quick silly writing out and wrote this in a few minutes so... yeah, hope you like it! 💖💖💖

cw: heavy edging, a bit of anguish, thigh slapping, dacryphilia (duh), fingering, squirt drinking, a bit of spit play, lots of praises, recording, corruption kink, not proofread, etc.

Minors and men, do not interact.

"Hold your knees up for me pretty girl" Sana husked, her chocolate eyes dark as you sniffled, tears of agony streaming down your face.

You always wanted her to teach you all the things she could because she is basically a sex goddess, you knew she had a lot to say on the matter, but boy you were in trouble when you found out about edging.

She was holding your orgasm for hours now, the sun was still shining out the hotel window when she started that torture and now you could see the stars whenever you glanced out the window. Not that you had much time for that, since she manipulated your body in such ways you didn't have time to process anything.

You sobbed, body twitching and trembling while your hands held the back of your knees, bringing them up to your chest and holding them slightly apart for her as you found support on the pillows behind you, your wet puffy cunt fully on display much for her liking. She smiled, turning on a small vibrator as you kept crying, your heart thumping inside your chest.

"Mommy" you cried out when she spat on your clit, the smile getting wider as she saw your hole clench, eager to taker her, anything she wanted to give you.

"Jesus darling, you should see this" She grabbed her phone on the night stand, quickly turning the camera on to record how your body reacted to her touches. "Look how pretty you look for me" Her voice sounded lustful, as steady as she could giving the fact that edging you also meant she would hold her orgasm for later since you mattered more on this.

She touched the vibrator to your clit and your small 'aah' made her shiver, her breath hitch. You closed your eyes, hands going from your knees to your pussy lips, spreading them for her, the lustful actions caught on camera. She leaned down to kiss you, kiss your tear stained cheeks, spitting on your tongue an watching you eagerly swallow .

"too good mommy plea-" you closed your knees, covering your face with them and she was quick to slap your thigh as hard as she could, making you wince.

"Don't cover your face again" she sounded harsh. You knew Sana never liked repeating herself and you nodded, puffy eyes and a pout on your pretty lips. "Good girl, baby" She pressed the vibrator back to your pussy, holding it to your slit and your eyes rolled back in your skull.

"Don't cum yet, hold a bit longer princess" She leaned down to kiss you, her tongue roaming inside your mouth in a much needed sloppy kiss, letting her phone fall to the bed.

"Please mommy I can't" you cried out, pulsing so hard that your ears were ringing.

"You can baby, just one more thing and we are done" She whispered against your lips, grabbing the phone back up. "hold it on your clit honey" She said softly and your shaky hands did as she told you, almost unable to do it.

She smiled, dipping one finger in your hole, watching your mouth slightly open. Sana liked it, no, loved how you were ever so gullible, so innocently trying to fit into her little games. She loved that even when every fiber of your being was telling you to run, all you wanted to do was stay; trapped, embraced in her soft words, praises and in that rush of adrenaline she gave you every time the words 'Let's try' left her lips.

She pressed her finger deeper, knuckles deep and your entire body shook, the tears rolling on your cheeks only added fuel to her lust.

"I'm gonna fuck you harder now sweetie, don't let the vibrator go" She commanded and you released a relieved moan, biting hard on your lower lip.

"yes mommy, thank you, t-thank you mo-" You didn't finish the sentence.

You felt two more fingers being added into your soaked slit, the three of them easily fitting. If Sana stopped to think for one little moment she could see you could take her whole fist but that could wait for another opportunity, one thing at a time.

The anguish, that heavy feeling of being forced to hold your orgasm was gone as soon as she sped up pace. The build up was worth it, you couldn't hear anything anymore but you were sure she told you to cum and so you did. Hard.

Harder than you ever did.

You screamed loud enough for the whole floor to hear how good Minatozaki Sana fucked you, doing your best to hold the vibrator against your clit, finally reaching the peak she made you work so hard for. Her fingers kept hitting the same spot over and over, releasing a wave of arousal every time; you managed to open your eyes enough to see her lower her mouth to your pussy while her fingers kept working, sucking your clit and drinking every drop of your squirt she could possibly catch.

Pulling her fingers out she kept grinding her face on the whole length of your soaked pussy. It felt like forever as if that feeling would never die down, as if the roller coaster could only go up.

"mommy" You cried out, feeling your body shutting after a while of her sucking on your clit,cleaning you up.

She promptly got to your side, kissing your lips and hugging you close. You couldn't feel much but the stream of tears rolling down your cheeks was warm and she kept rubbing her thumb on your cheek to catch every single one of them, hushing you and swaying you in her arms.

"Shh, it's okay" Her strong arms pulled you onto her, her sweaty body warm against yours. "You did so good baby, it's okay" As she kissed your forehead you felt your eyes heavy. "Thank you for your patience, darling" She kissed your lips and you smiled, really proud of yourself.

"did I really do a good job?" you closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep as your body trembled ever so slightly.

Sana nuzzled her nose against yours, watching your sleepy form.

"So good that you deserve an award..." She whispered against your lips. "...but that can wait until you wake up" She proudly said, holding you harder until you fully rest in her arms.

#gxg smut #twice smut #sana smut #minatozaki sana #minatozaki sana smut #sana x fem reader

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auspicioustidings · 4 months ago

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Kinktober Day 22

Moniker: Keegan Risk Level: Low. Keegan has never been detained and is visiting freely. Brief: Femdom, pegging Safeword: Refer to first brief.

Ghost and Keegan requested this for you. You’re in full control this time around - Price

“Do not let him top from the bottom” Farah ordered as she tightened the harness around your hips.

The bite of it combined with the weight of the cock fitted to it was making you feel a heady rush of something. Arrogance maybe, because you found you wanted to top. You felt like you could put Keegan right in his place with this on you.

“Don’t assume this” Ghost said, grabbing the cock and tugging which had your hips following, “will get him to play nice. You need to be mean with Keegan if you want to break him into a slut. It’s a fight with him, you ease up and you’ll be on your back.”

“Ridden hard and put away wet darlin’” Alex added with a chuckle.

Some of the arrogance faded away given it felt sort of silly to be getting a pep talk off of three people to fuck one right in the hallway outside of the play room. You felt your hands moving to cover the frankly too big cock jutting from your pelvis and dug your nails into your palms to stop them when Nova walked past and smirked. It was pretty big and it honestly seemed a bit misshapen, a weird bump on it.

Did they have to do this in the damn hallway? You’d went from feeling like some masculine God ready to rock the world of anyone with a willing hole to feeling like you were about to get eaten alive for trying assert any sort of dominance what so ever.

“He is only teasing habibi, you will do wonderfully” Farah said, noticing how your puffed out chest had collapsed inward with your confidence.

“Hey” Ghost said, his thumb and fingers gripping your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. “You go in there all timid and don’t give him a fight and I’m going to come in and leather that cunt of yours with a paddle, you understand me princess?”

Somehow you suspected that Ghost would not make it an erotic experience. Weirdly it did give you a boost to hear him growl at you like that because you wondered if he had ever held Keegan down and had his way. Given how firm he was in his insistence you do the same you suspected yes. Was this something Keegan wanted or something he needed to keep him in line?

You were here to give them what they needed after all.

“I understand sir.”

You walked in and the door snicked closed behind you. It was all very sensual, low light and a plush bed covered in velvety red blankets.

“Aww you’ve lost me money kitten, I bet you’d puss out” Keegan said, your head whipping around to find him lounged in an armchair in the corner.

Jesus, he was dressed up for you and it wasn’t stopping him from reclining back, one leg thrown over the arm rest to fully display himself. You’d never seen a man in a corset, but he was bound tightly in a gorgeous scarlet one. It didn’t quite cover his pecs, his nipples peeking over the top. The one other thing he wore were pretty thigh high sheer stockings.

It was such a strange sensation it caused in you, your brain trying to use those little shortcuts about gender without your permission and misfiring. He wasn’t any less masculine and something about those things on him had your pussy wet and excited.

There was a matte black sort of puck between his legs… a plug. He was fucking plugged. How could anyone be tarted up, have a plug in their ass to prep them for getting railed and yet still look like the smuggest person on the planet?

You lifted your t-shirt to show the still red healing slashes on your ribs and raised an eyebrow. Puss out? Of fucking him? You’d taken a glorified fucking torture session and only stopped at getting permanently branded, you were hardly about to refuse pounding some bloody respect into him.

“Careful, you show off marks that I didn’t put there and I might get jealous” he said.

There was a genuine growl of jealousy underneath the words that was both surprising and delighting. It felt good to inspire that ugly feeling in someone. But it was also the threat of him taking control which bristled.

“On the bed Keegan. I’m not the one getting marked up today” you said, dropping your shirt to cover the marks again.

“What was it you said? Make me.”

This fucking asshole. Here you were nervous and unsure and all he could do was rile you up. You’d make him alright. You marched forward and hiked up your right foot to rest it firmly on his cock. His nostrils flared and his eyes widened in some sort of dark delight.

“I said on the fucking bed” you said, pressing your foot right into his balls for emphasis.

He sucked a breath through his teeth in pain but laughed.

“How do you want me kitten? On my back with my legs spread?”

You cocked your head at him.

“Hm. Feet on the floor, bent over the bed. It’d be a shame to not get a nice view of the lacing on that pretty corset.”

You removed your foot and stood tall as he got up. Oh you liked the way the corset kept his posture straight, how he had to float up out of the chair like some trained lady. You liked how there was the whisper of the silky material of the stockings rubbing against one another as he walked and his thick thighs rubbed. You liked when he bent over the bed and his cock jumped from the movement of the plug inside him, unable to keep up the same unbothered mask the rest of him could.

“Oh baby, you’re all wound up aren’t you?” you cooed, “who put that plug in hm? Did they tease you terribly?”

“Or maybe I put it there myself. Wanted to make sure you could even find the hole for your bit of plastic kitten, I know you’re not very practiced.”

You snorted a laugh and his eyes were full of mirth looking coyly over his shoulder at you stood behind him. It was sort of fun being on this end of things, having the end goal be that you’d dominate him rather than like before when he was spanking you. Then it was always an eventuality that you’d float off into submission. You were starting to fizz with excitement about what it would be like to be the one putting someone else there.

“Well then, better get a lot of practice in. I’m sure your ass can handle it baby” you teased, pressing that plug a little and delighting in how it made his body ripple with tension. “Bet you’ll be silky and tight on my cock.”

“Bet you’ll barely last” he snapped back.

Oh, is that how you sounded when you clearly wanted to goad someone into fucking you? It was so… cute. So evidently snark coming from neediness. Whoever had worked him over for you had done a very good job of having him on edge and desperate that it wasn’t going to be impossible to get him to break on your cock and beg.

“That would be your fault, how could anyone last when you look so gorgeous laced up and cock hungry.”

And he did look gorgeous. The lacing up his back with exquisite, someone had taken time to do this properly. You ran your fingers down the boning on the side, smiling when he wriggled his ass because you were sure he hadn’t realised he was doing it.

Outwith this play room where you knew so definitively that you were safe you’d have worried about doing this, worried that there were safely concerns about pounding into his stomach when he was corseted. But you knew you didn’t need to worry about it because even if it was only the two of you in this room, there were eyes watching and keeping you both safe.

He groaned low when you played with the plug, pumped it to it’s widest point and back in to his ass a few times before pulling it out and admiring the little flood of lube that came with it. His hole flexed, not quite closing.

You knew his prostate would be sensitive and you tried to remember how Farah had been with you when she had explored with her fingers to find where you were most responsive.

The plug was tossed on the bed next to his head and it landed with a muffled thump. No need to start with just one finger when he had been well stretched, two sank in with no resistance, only the silky heat of his walls sucking your digits.

“Fuck Keegan, so wet and needy.”

“Fuck kitten, so slow and scared” he snarked back.

“Don’t be such a brat” you said, lightly smacking his ass and feeling your cunt throb with the sharp sound of it. “I’ll give you hard and fast when I’m good and ready.”

“Fuck!”

Ah ha. Found it. You pressed your fingers hard into the flimsy barrier to his prostate and his legs shook. Now you knew why Farah had been so determined to know exactly what angle to use, because having his body react like that was heady.

“Shh there we go, good boy” you said, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his back just above the corset.

The boning and lacing was keeping his spine straight, keeping him from arching the way you knew he wanted to. Part of you wondered how it must feel. Maybe you’d let him lace you up one day. If he was good of course.

“Come on! Just fuck me already” he barked, still not giving in but definitely nearing the edge.

Honestly you sort of knew he was helping you here. From immediately getting you riled up when you walked in to get you out of your head to giving you cues like this to subdue him, Keegan was guiding you beautifully on how to dominate him. You obviously wouldn’t ever acknowledge it out loud, but you appreciated it.

“Settle down baby, I want you to savour it. Want you to relax.”

You punctuated your statement with what you were hoping was a nice prostate massage. By the way he ground his head into the bed to hide his whining you thought you were probably doing a good job. He was so fucking messy inside, your fingers slick from the sheer amount of lube that had been trapped by the plug.

Or maybe a little sticky actually, maybe a little less like lube and more like something else.

“Did someone use you and leave you wanting baby?”

You were almost jealous which was odd, but when you thought about it the feeling was coming from this new persona, this dominant side of you. The heavy weight between your legs felt very real right now and your hind brain was furious that someone else would put their cock where yours belonged. You wanted to fuck him better, rail him until he was fucking moulded to your shape.

He stayed quiet, as if nervous. The power of that went straight to your dick. He was nervous to tell you anything that might displease you because he was giving in, submitting to you. The crack of your hand on his ass was harder this time.

“Asked you a question.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what Keegan?”

“Yes someone used me and left me wanting.”

You smacked him hard on the same spot, nearly losing your fucking mind at how your handprint was blooming red on his ass.

“Sir!”

“Was that so hard baby? God, I really have to teach you everything don’t I?”

“Sorry sir.”

You rubbed the mark lovingly as a reward for how sweet he went. Perfect. Nice and melted under your dominance. Nice and ready to take your fat cock so you could fuck that cum out of him, have it squelching out around you. You could take a guess at who exactly had tormented him, but you were happy to leave it a mystery. Maybe it was more than one person, maybe Keegan enjoyed a train. What a slut.

You fed him your fingers and he sucked the lube and cum off of them like he was starving for it. Slut.

“Let me in” you grunted, holding your cock and guiding it to his hole.

You laughed at him when he choked a little from the stretch. This wasn’t that nice beginner dick Farah had fed your pussy with, this was fucking big. When you pushed your way in there were two thoughts. One, you appreciated those with cocks more now because you could already tell this was going to be a workout. And two, the little bump deformity on the cock settled right against his prostate when you sank as deep as possible.

Jesus fucking Christ. This cock was designed exactly for him. You were literally perfect for him, filling him just right.

“You absolute whore baby, who did you beg to make this for you hm? Who did you get on your knees for to make it happen? Fuck look at you just swallowing it, holy shit” you hissed, really feeling the squeeze of his ass around that silicone as if it was your dick.

“Sir, please!” he finally begged, trying to push himself back even though you were already as deep as you could be.

You lost it and hammered into him. Your cunt throbbed in time with your thrusts and your hips fucking hurt with how aggressively you were fucking him, but my God the little submissive moans and whines could sustain you forever.

Logically you knew you couldn’t cum in his ass, but you were determined to fucking try. When you slipped out you just growled and grabbed you slippery cock to shove it right back in. It was such a compliment how he took it, such a kindness for him to let you dominate and take it so nicely. You had thought how well you were treated with the financial compensation and the aftercare was too much for what you were doing, but not anymore. You could see now that to submit to someone was such a fucking gift.

He came untouched, the abuse his prostate was taking having him spurt all over the bed. You kept fucking him through it, the poor corset getting smeared with his own cum as he was jostled back and forward. When his legs just collapsed you swore as you struggled to keep him up by his hips.

Your cock bounced out of his ass with a wet pop as you tried to take his weight so he went gently to his knees rather than crashing down onto them. You caught your breath once he was settled, his shoulders and head still on the bed and his legs splayed on the ground.

His ass was wrecked and it was gorgeous like that, all red and puffy and twitching while the remainder of the cum and lube dribbled out. And he was so vulnerable like this. Totally at your mercy as he panted and tried to calm down. It made you freeze just a little. You’d never done aftercare for someone else. You wanted to, but with him so debauched you were a little scared to fuck it up.

You didn’t want him to hear you say it and think he had done anything wrong so you gave the camera a look and the hand signal for red, hoping you were conveying that you didn’t want to leave but you did want help.

It was a little surprising that it was Soap who quietly opened the door and came in, but then he had handled aftercare with you so beautifully your first day with him and they wouldn't have sent him if he was in what you were going to politely call one of his moods. He helped you with Keegan, gave you whispered guidance. When Keegan was a little more together and you were feeding him in the bath he told you that the aftercare needed to go both ways, asked if looking after him was making you feel good as well.

Huh, you guess you hadn’t even thought about it, but it had. The act of unlacing that corset had calmed you down, got you out of the dominant headspace you had started to get lost in. It helped that getting him out of it and the stockings caused your pussy to practically purr.

Soap nuzzled you and started to strip you down, mumbling how you needed to be taken care of too. He gave you a lazy orgasm on his tongue and fingers right by Keegan’s bath and popped you in right next to him after. Well almost right after, Keegan definitely had to give him a long look.

Your heart flip flopped over it all. Just over a week to go.

#mhairi'skinktober

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seonghwaddict · 1 year ago

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falling and sleeping — choi jongho

in which falling in love with you felt like falling asleep; natural and unnoticed.

best friend!choi jongho x fem!reader. genre. fluff, crack, friends to lovers. warnings. cursing, none he's just a little nervous. wc. 1.5k. rating. pg-13

lilo’s notes. hiii here's a fluffy little jongho fic because i love him. this isn’t proofread btw i’m sorry for any errors! also, my upload schedule is now on saturday's :3

listening to. from the start, laufey

masterlist.

“hyung!”

jongho burst into the living room of his shared dorm with wooyoung and hongjoong. hongjoong was nowhere to be found, likely at the studio or something, and wooyoung sprawled on the couch, watching a drama on the tv, scrolling through his phone, and taking occasional sips of his comically large coffee cup simultaneously. at the sound and sudden appearance of jongho, he looked away from the screen.

“something wrong?” he yawned, turning his phone off and dropping it on his chest.

“yes. i figured out my problem-“

wooyoung snorted, eyes drifting back to the television screen. “yeah? which one?”

“shut the fuck up, i’ll strangle you,” jongho paused what was supposed to be his dramatic monologue to glare at the dark haired fox-resembling man on the couch. he waited a second before sighing. “my y/n problem. i figured it out. so-“

“you have a problem with her?” at the mention of jongho’s best friend’s name, wooyoung’s attention was captured. if he had a problem with you, that meant something terrible must have happened. truthfully, wooyoung would hate that. he’d been rooting for the two of you for years, even if neither of you were aware of how perfect you were for each other.

“hey! stop interrupting me,” jongho kicked his shin lightly before continuing, “well, no, we don’t have a problem but things felt weird for some reason and i have come to a conclusion.”

“okay… and…?” wooyoung gestured for him to continue, his dramatic pause putting him on edge.

“i’m allergic to her.”

“… excuse me?” it was then that he decided to turn off the tv, giving his full attention to his younger friend.

“i’m allergic to her.”

“oh, for the love of-“ wooyoung groaned and threw himself back on the couch, screaming into a pillow, “CHOI JONGHO YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HER!”

a confused expression crossed his face as he watched his friend’s dramatic antics and jongho sat down, forcefully pulling the pillow from wooyoung’s face. he should’ve found hongjoong instead, maybe he would’ve been more helpful.

“no, no, don’t be silly,” he tossed the pillow aside and spoke, hands flailing around to emphasise his point. wooyoung was on he verge of banging his head against a wall, “lately when i go near her my stomach itches and i feel all warm and sometimes it gets hard to breath and…”

the realisation that spread across his face was a picture wooyoung wanted to take and print out, plastering it on his wall and also adding it to his resume with the caption ‘i’m literally cupid.’

“… and oh my god i’m in love with her.”

a loud cheer left wooyoung as he sprang up from the couch, going on a five minute rant about how long he’d been waiting for this and how he always knew there was something. “you should go tell her right now.”

“w-what- no! i just figured out i’m in love with my best friend and you expect me to just… go and tell her?”

“that’s exactly what i expect,” he nodded, crossing his arms and leaning his weight on one leg, “didn’t she tell you about how she overheard someone say some guy from her workplace wanted to ask her out for valentines?”

“well, yeah… but-”

“no buts!” he held his palm up, silencing jongho. “you can’t let that home-wrecker ask her out before you. so, get your ass off that couch, change into something nice and go tell her you love her. and buy some flowers in the way.”

“it’s not home-wrecking if we aren’t even toge-“

“that’s besides the point, now do as i say if you ever want a relationship with her.” wooyoung rolled his eyes and turned on his heels, walking to where his jacket hung on the coat rack. he pulled out his wallet and, surprisingly, fished out his credit card to give to jongho. “this is for flowers and some chocolates only.”

and so half an hour later he was walking down the hallway of your floor of your apartment building, wearing an all-black ensemble of slacks a shirt and a trench coat, holding a bouquet of various flowers he didn’t know the names of in one hand and a small box of your favourite chocolate ms in the other. he could still abort and leave without you ever knowing he was there in the first place. you’d given him a key to the building a while ago, trusting him with it since your apartment was practically his second home.

he considered doing just that again, but the bought of you going out with another man who wasn’t him had his heart aching, giving him some courage to finally step in front of your door. he practiced what he wanted to say to you under his breath as he stared at the familiar dark grey door. when he thought he was ready, he reached out to ring the doorbell.

only to pull away at the last second and begging pacing back and forth nervously. eventually, he stopped, clenching his eyes shut and forcing himself to ring your doorbell. there was no going back now.

when you opened the door and you looked at him with your bright eyes and enchanting smile, he felt the nervousness in his stomach melt away and get replaced by butterflies and a soft pink tint on his cheeks. “oh, hey, jjong-“

“i love you.”

you blinked at him, not noticing the very obvious items in his hands, eyes fixed in his face. not quite understanding, you chuckled lightly, “you know i love you too.”

“no, you don’t get it. i mean, i in love with you. i fucking love you and i’m not sure if i’ve ever felt so strongly about someone in my life. i smile when someone mentions you, my heart flutters when i’m around you, fuck, when i see your smile it feels like all my problems have been solved and… your presence, god, it just fucks me up in the best way possible. i can’t believe i didn’t realise this sooner, but i’ve fallen for you, y/n. though, i suppose i didn’t realise it because falling felt like sleeping and sleeping feels so natural and easy that i never realised it until now.”

you stared at each other. he stared with all the admiration he could muster and you stared with mild shock and, under that, relief. “you… you love me?”

“oh my god, i… i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have- i’ve made things awkward, haven’t i? just- just forget that-“

you soft palm covering his lips drove him to silence, looking at you with wide eyes as you pulled him into your apartment, closing the door with your unoccupied hand. his heart skipped a beat as you grinned and whispered your next words.

“jongho, i love you—in that way—too.” you dropped your hand from his mouth slowly, looking down at the flowers and the chocolates, giggling, “you really didn’t have to get all this.”

you took them out of his hands slowly, avoiding his gaze, flustered as you placed his gifts on the marble counter of the kitchen behind you. he hadn’t said anything since your confession, cheeks burning and jaw dropped slightly. he couldn’t believe it. he couldn’t believe you liked loved him back.

he drew your attention to him, breathing out your name. “you… you love me too?”

“yes, you dense cabbage, i love you,” your laugh was melodic as you took both his hands in yours, nodding, “now shut up and kiss me.”

jongho’s expression finally changed into a giddy grin as he pulled his hands out of your grasp to hold your waist, leaning forward and brushing his lips against yours. when you didn’t protest, not that he expected you to, he deepened it into a proper kiss that he hoped conveyed his need for you. he felt like his knees would go weak as your delicate hands trailed up his torso to his head, brushing his hair absentmindedly as you kissed him back with equal intensity.

eventually, you had to separate to catch your breaths and jongho mentally cursed the human need for oxygen. he liked kissing you, your lips slotting together like puzzle pieces. when he felt like the tension had gone completely, he leaned forward to press repeated pecks to your lips, basking in the way you giggle and tried to meet each one of his quick kisses.

“i think i have a tiny crush on you,” you muttered once he decided he kissed you enough (it was never enough, really, but he wanted to let you breathe), fighting back a stupid grin.

“you think?” he snorted, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb tracing your jawline and eyes full of affection.

“yeah, a teeny tiny one.”

he laughed heartily, giving you one more peck “i paid with wooyoung’s card, by the way.”

“in that case you should’ve gotten at least five more bouquets.”

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restinslices · 2 months ago

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A Beast

Outworld Royal Family X Prophetic!Reader

Sindel's child from a second marriage has always been... Peculiar. Whispering to themselves, saying strange things, always seemingly in a dreamlike state. It's something the Royal Family has grown used to. It’s a shame, really. It causes them to ignore the warnings they bring. Edit: forgot to say that @isabelawritesthings gave me the idea! Posted a poll recently and wanted to do this concept and they suggested doing it with the Royal Family!

You couldn't blame them for not understanding you. You knew your words never made sense to them, because they never made sense to you.

It's a hard thing to explain. The world seemed to always shift between a dream and reality, so much so, it became hard to distinguish them. Moments in life, you'd relive them over and over and over again.

Why? You didn't know. It's hard to ask for help when you don't even know what you need help with

"Have you ever seen a male bird try to attract a female?" You asked, carefully adding details to the drawn bird on the paper below you. "All the dancing, it looks silly. It often reminds me of regular men. Maybe some people reincarnate into birds. Or maybe we all do. Some sort of cycle. Birds, then, I don't know, otters? A large beast maybe. I think I'd like to be a bird"

You could hear Kitana let out a "hmm", a noise of agreement hopefully. It'd be fun to be birds with your family. You'd be able to fly away from the prying eyes of those around you, the Royal life left behind. Yes. You'd quite like to be a bird.

"I think a large beast would be fun" Kitana said, "a bird I'd prefer, but I find larger animals cute"

"They are, aren't they? Most of them are at least. Not the ones here"

The beak, yes, it looked nice. A nice beak in comparison to the scary teeth you saw last night when you closed your eyes. Feathers. Nice and beautiful feathers colored pink.

"The ones here?”

You nodded, "yes. The one in Mileena's bed frightens me. It has large teeth, with these scary eyes". Eyes full of hunger, unlike the soft eyes you gave your bird.

"A beast?". Her tone told you all you needed to know - she was confused, but not as concerned as you wished she was. They never were. "They just say things" they'd whisper to others, "they mean no harm"

Those red eyes, those sharp teeth, the mouth extending, causing the skin to rip.

You slammed your pencil down, no longer able to find the joy in coloring. Over and over, you'd see this monster in her bed. Over and over you'd try to warn someone, but it was never real. Was this real?

You looked down at your hands. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 5 fingers on both hands. 10 fingers in total. This was real. Hopefully. Sometimes your dreams gave you the right amount of fingers and tricked you.

"Let's discuss something else”.

No! No, you had to warn them!

"There is a beast in Mileena's bed!" You urged, "a scary beast with blood dripping from its teeth!”

Her attempt to soothe you by placing her hand on yours had the exact opposite effect, throwing you into a frenzy. If the dreams would just be more clear, or if you could show them how your mind taunted you, then maybe they’d understand. “There is a beast!”.

“There is no beast”, she said softly as she pulled her hand back. Physical touch was either a hit or miss for you. Right now, it felt more overwhelming than comforting. “Let’s take a walk. Does that sound nice? It could help clear your mind”.

Your mind would never be clear. Thousands of years would pass, and it would still be as confusing as it was today. The beast would sleep in Mileena’s bed, and there was no way for you to stop it.

You knocked softly on the door to your mother’s chambers, not wanting to disturb her if she was asleep. You doubted she could get any rest in these coming days, seeing as Mortal Kombat was getting closer and closer. She always found it hard to sleep, which you could understand. She worried over every little thing, and worrying would make anyone fidgety. It was human nature.

Sindel invited you in, used to your nightly visits. “You have more drawings to show me?” She asked, waving for you to join her on her bed.

If only. “Not this time”, you let the door close behind you, but it sounded strange. It wasn’t the usual boom. It was a… hmm… a puncture sound? Like a blade puncturing skin. Strange.

You must have zoned out. The next time you heard Sindel’s voice, she was next to you instead of on her bed. “Come. Let’s sit”.

No. Sitting would distract you and you couldn’t be distracted. “Have you seen Mileena?”.

“She is likely in bed”.

You shook your head, “no. There is a beast in her bed”. A deep sigh. It made you want to slam your head against the wall each time you heard it. “Just listen to me, please! It is a scary beast! We have to-“

“Shhh” she reached out to hold you, but decided to draw her hands back when you jumped. “Kitana has told me about this beast and I assure you, there is no beast on palace grounds. You had a nightmare”.

“NO- sorry! Sorry!”. Why couldn’t your dreams be more clear?! There was a beast in her bed, but you couldn’t see too many details. Its eyes and teeth glowed from the shadows, but that was all you could really see. “I’m afraid”.

Could she stop looking at you with those soft eyes?! You weren’t crazy! “My darling, Mileena is safe. You can go speak with her”.

“Mileena is- she has been distant with me. I’m… I think I did something to upset her”.

“Nonsense!” You could see her having to physically restrain herself from pulling you into a hug. Your entire family’s love language seemed to be physical touch, which really sucked at times. “Mileena has had a lot on her mind. The idea of being Empress weighs heavily on her. That is all I will say in regards to what she has told me. You’ve done nothing to deserve her ire”.

If Mileena was stressed and needed space, you didn’t want to bother her. But the beast in her bed…

“I’m afraid” you repeated.

Another deep sigh. “We can go to Mileena’s room together” Sindel said, grabbing her robe. “You will see that there is no beast”.

There was no beast.

But there was no Mileena either.

Not in her chambers, the study, the garden, anywhere.

With every guard searching, of course she was found. She was found on the ground bleeding, claw marks and bites covering her skin. And when she awoke… the beast…

She was the beast in her bed.

And you had been too late to save her.

Um, idk if I like this but it’s 8am sooooo imma call it a day.

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sorchathered · 10 months ago

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You’re still the one💙

Pairing- Robert “Bob” Floyd x reader

Warnings- language, a little bit smutty, angst with lots of pining and longing.

Summary- Bob’s come back to his small town in Georgia for his best friends wedding, will their plan to bring him back together with his high school sweetheart work out? Or will it end in more heartache?

When Bob had gotten the wedding invite in the mail he’d been so thrilled, truly. His best friend Sam had done the impossible, made the long distance work through college and grad school and now finally he was marrying his high school sweetheart Millie. He was happy for them, really he was. The only thing that could’ve been better is if he was sharing this with you. This was supposed to be the two of you, conquering your goals and then winding up together, but it hadn’t worked out the way either of you planned and it had been longer than Bob knew since he’d seen your face.

Millie had asked if your old band from high school would reunite for the wedding music and you’d been over the moon, a few of you had continued to play together and occasionally doing a gig or two just for old times sake, knowing that she wanted you involved in her special day made your heart swell.

The closer the date got the more dread seemed to settle in your bones, you’d stalked Bob’s socials and sneakily asked if he was bringing a date, but the look Sam had given you when he said Bob was coming alone let you know he knew exactly what you were hoping. Maybe he didn’t have someone waiting for him in California, maybe he had even asked about you, and for the first time in almost 6 years you let yourself hope.

In his lonely little apartment in Coronado Robert Floyd was doing about as well as you. He’d thought of nothing but you since that invitation showed up in his mail, hell that was a lie; he spent most nights thinking of you if he was truly honest with himself. He was sure Sam and Millie were already plotting some elaborate scheme to push the two of you together over the wedding celebration and he had to laugh at their dedication. He still wasn’t sure how things had gotten so screwed up. Long distance had been hard, deployments, work schedules and midterms seemed to keep the two of you from ever being able to make concrete plans and eventually it felt like you two had just grown apart too much for repair.

He should’ve fought harder, any attempts to move on over the years had been a complete disaster because how was he supposed to find someone new when he was still hung up on you? Natasha always loved to pick on him about it, that one day he’d have to move on or would have to have his “rom com moment” as she called it and sweep you back off your feet but Bob figured you’d long forgotten about him by now. If he only knew that you’d been just as hung up as he was, but neither of you had been brave enough to reach out.

The wedding festivities were in full swing this week, Millie had sent you the final list of songs she wanted for the wedding and you had added a few crowd favorites as well. You missed the days of jamming with your friends, being a music teacher was so rewarding and it had been everything you’d dreamed it would be, but you couldn’t deny that you were looking forward to getting to let loose with old friends.

You were in full nostalgia mode by the time the weekend of the wedding, thinking of all the things you’d had planned for yourself way back when. You’d had your whole wedding planned out, you knew it had been silly but you’d dreamed of a party with all your friends and at the center of it the boy you’d loved since you were a little girl. Deep in the recesses of your parents attic was a hot pink sparkly notebook from senior year with a list of songs you wanted for your own wedding day, gel pen rainbow font with little cursive scribbles of Mrs. Robert Floyd and hearts doodled all over the page. But that had been another lifetime ago, and just the thought of how much time had changed you both brought tears to your eyes.

Bob was so glad to be back home, it had been ages, his mother was already fussing about how he needed to eat more and catching him up on all the town gossip. He wanted to ask about you, but she beat him to the punch; gushing about the musical the middle school was putting on and how hard you were working to make it a success. It looked like all your dreams had come true, you were doing what you loved, but his mama could see the far off look in his eyes as she spoke, she knew all too well what he was feeling.

“You should call her you know, I have her number if you want it.” She’d said softly as she touched his hand but he couldn’t look her in the eyes. “Oh Mama, too much time has passed, I’m sure she’s got someone who could treat her way better than me.” She patted his hand lovingly and shook her head, “Sweet boy, there were never two people better suited for one another than the two of you. I don’t think she ever moved on, I know you didn’t. You know…she lives in the old Macon house on Water Road, not too far if you wanted to take a walk.”

“Mama! “ he said harshly but his features didn’t match his tone at all, he was trying his best not to laugh at her persistence.

She put her hands up and laughed, “I’m just saying, the night air might do you some good. After all life is too short sweetheart.” He thought of his father, taken from them too soon and how his mother had never found anyone else. He’s been her everything, Bob had always thought that would be the same with the two of you.

She heads up for the evening and he’s left alone with his thoughts again. Her house isn’t that far, maybe 5 minutes, and it’s only 8 pm on a Friday she would probably still be awake…

Before he can really mull it over he’s slipping on his shoes and heading out the door, feet carrying him down the sidewalks and past the quaint antebellum style houses illuminated in the orange glow of the street lights until he finds himself at your door. He’s warring with himself about knocking, what the hell was he doing? He’d barely spoken to you in almost 6 years, this was stupid he should’ve never done this. As he turns away to walk down the porch steps he hears the lock click and turning of the door handle, light illuminating the porch as you poke your head out into the night.

“Robby? Is that you?” You say quietly, a small smile on your lips as you look him over with eager eyes. Time had been good to you, he’d always thought you were the most beautiful girl on earth and that certainly hadn’t changed. You weren’t a young girl anymore, your figure was all curves, he couldn’t help but tighten his fists thinking about running his hands over your voluptuous body. Snap out of it Floyd, get your shit together, he thought as you looked at him with confusion evident on your face.

“Well? You gonna come in? Your mama told me you were coming by, I’ve just been sitting by the window listening out for you.” You said as you opened the door a little wider for him to step through. “Of course she did” he muttered, shaking his head with a dark chuckle, leave it to Susan Floyd to take things into her own hands.

You raised an eyebrow at him as he continued to stand awkwardly in the doorway, “I can’t really read your faces anymore Floyd, do you want to come in or are we gonna let all the bugs into my house tonight?” Hands on your hips, sassy remark, yep you were still every bit the spitfire he remembered, that take no shit attitude clearly hadn’t gone anywhere.

“Yeah, yeah y/n I was coming by, sorry I just…I had an idea in my head of what I was gonna say and now here I am and I’ve got nothing.” He said sheepishly as he ran a hand over the back of his neck. You reached for the hand at his side and pulled him through the doorway, closing the door and scooting him in the direction of the couch. Bossy. As always.

“How about I get you a glass of sweet tea and we get all the awkward small talk out of the way, or we could just skip it if you want? I’ve been keeping up with your life through your mom but if you’ve got questions I’m happy to answer them.” You said as you shuffled down the hall to the little kitchen, Bob plopping himself down on your ridiculously comfy velvet couch. “You keep up with me?” He said in shock, he never would’ve thought you’d give him a second thought after he let everything crash and burn, maybe his mama had been right to push him this way.

“Of course I do, it’s not every day you get to be in the top 1% in your field, especially with a job like yours. I’ve always cheered you on, just didn’t think you’d ever show up here, kinda figured you’d forgotten all about me.” You said as you placed down a Mason jar of sweet tea and a tin of shortbread cookies, you’d said it so nonchalantly but he could see in your eyes the hurt was still there.

“I’ve kept up with you too, I- uh I’ve looked at your instagram, and Millie of course updates me when I ask, even if she is still pissed at me about how things ended. You uh- you look like you got everything you wanted in your career too. Mama said the school play is gonna be a big success. I know you’ve gotta be thrilled.”

You nodded, just bringing up your students brought the light back into your eyes. “They are the best, I thought it’d be weird teaching at our old school but truly it is such a joy. These kids love music, it’s so much fun watching them show off their creativity. And as for Millie…Well I’m pretty sure she and Sam have some elaborate plan to “accidentally” trap us in a closet together tomorrow until we work everything out. They’ve been oddly sneaky lately.” You laugh out, and Bob can’t help but join in, they definitely weren’t subtle but you could both agree they were damn good friends.

You both laughed and talked for hours, going through the whole tin of cookies as you caught up on each other’s lives, somewhere in the early morning hours you had fallen asleep with your head on his shoulder and Bob felt his heart stutter in his chest as he looked down at you. He’d missed this, just being with you.

You had been his favorite person for his entire childhood, how did he let things get so out of hand? It couldn’t be comfortable being propped up like that, so Bob carefully pulled you into his arms and carried you to your room. It was nearly 4 am, he would just crash on your couch like a gentleman should and make an excuse to bail when he woke up. Laying you on the bed he made to step away but you curled your fist into his shirt, murmuring “stay with me” as you pulled him closer, and how could he possibly tell you no? He toed off his shoes and slid in next to you, falling asleep to the sounds of your breathing and warm body pressed to his.

He couldn’t place where he was when he woke up, just that it smelled like coffee and pancakes and somehow he’d slept in. Upon opening his eyes it all came back to him, how you’d asked him to stay and he’d fallen asleep in your arms, he felt hot all over just thinking about it, anxiety filling his chest as he worried about how to navigate the sure to be awkward morning after conversation. Again he wondered how they’d gotten so far from where they’d begun; but one thing hadn’t changed, holding you had simply brought it all back. The feelings he had never wavered, and he was fairly sure he was even more smitten with you now after catching up than he had been before.

You were dancing around in the kitchen as you cooked, spatula acting as a microphone while Fleetwood Mac played from your phone. Clad in a tattered t-shirt and pajama shorts from the night before with your hair messily piled on your head. There was that feeling again, the heat blooming in his chest and the butterflies he’d never felt for anyone but you. It nearly knocked the wind out of him. You couldn’t be more beautiful to him than you were in this moment, he wished he could burn it into his brain forever.

You spun around to the beat but jumped almost a foot in the air when you noticed him, clutching your chest as giggles erupted from you both. “Oh! Oh my god Robby you scared the hell out of me! Did’ya sleep ok? Want breakfast?” You said gesturing behind you to the steaming pile of pancakes and bacon, he wanted breakfast for sure but he knew one thing he wanted more than that.

He crowded you up against the stove, leaning behind you to cut the burner off as he looked down at you with a small smile. “Breakfast sounds good, sweet girl, but we need to talk first.”

“Uh huh” you said and he could tell he had the same dizzying effect on you, that was good, he was hoping this wasn’t one sided.

“I had more fun with you last night than I’ve had in years, and I can’t think of why we ever stopped doing this in the first place. Well a reason that actually counts anyways. I know it’s sudden, hell you probably have a line out the door hoping for a date but-“

“Yes!” You blurted out, nodding your head as you abandoned the spatula and gripped the back of his neck to pull his lips to yours.

You’d meant it to be sweet, just a peck to let him know you wanted the same things he did, but it had been so long, and no one had ever made you feel like he did. It got heated fast, muscular arms wrapped around your waist pulling you in so tight that nothing to get between you, hands in his hair as his kisses became more urgent, opening his mouth to you as you moaned softly into his, and the noise seemed to flip a switch as he hoisted you up in his arms and carried you back down the hall to your bedroom.

It was as sweet and smooth as molasses, he unwrapped you like a present as you tugged at his clothes, you wanted him as bare as you were. He eagerly obliged, tossing his shirt and jeans somewhere across your room as he climbed back into bed and pressed you into the mattress.

“Y/n I-“

“I know baby, I feel it too. Make love to me Robby.”

And so he did, again and again until the two of you felt boneless, breakfast long forgotten and morning seeping into early afternoon.

You’d fallen asleep in his arms around one, and he knew he’d have to wake you up soon to get ready for the wedding and go home to get his suit. He just wanted to stay wrapped up in this a little longer, as much as he needed this to be real again he also knew there was so much red tape. You lived on the opposite coast from him, your career was thriving and you’d never moved away from home. He couldn’t ask you to pack away your life and move every 3-4 years with him. Distance had been what broke you apart last time, he didn’t know if he could bear losing you a second time.

When you finally stirred around 2 you popped up in a panic, you were alone in bed and it was clearly later in the day than you had expected it to be. A sick feeling washed over you, had you interpreted everything wrong? Where was he? Did he regret it and bail?

The sound of a door opening broke you from your thoughts, heavy footfalls down the hallway let you know he hadn’t actually left. He caught your watery eyes looking at him from the doorway and rushed forward to cradle you in his arms, swiping at the tears before they could fall.

“What’s going on it that head of yours? You ok?” He said as he rubbed soothing hands against your back.

“It’s stupid, I woke up alone and I thought..” you stopped and then looked up at him sheepishly. “I thought you’d left” you said with a whisper, cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment.

“Oh. Aw Shit. I mean I did leave, but for just a minute to grab us some lunch and my suit for tonight, I’m sorry baby I should’ve left a note.” He looked a little embarrassed as well, he was very clearly out of practice when it came to having a partner.

“Ugh, we’re a mess aren’t we?” You chuckled out as you buried your head in his neck, he just nodded as he continued to hold you, he still didn’t know what this was but god he didn’t want to lose it.

“We probably need to figure all of this out y/n, I don’t want to pop the bubble but I can’t shut my brain off. I want this, all of it with you. I’m scared I’m gonna ruin it again.” He was grateful that you couldn’t see his face, he didn’t know if he could keep himself from falling apart if you could.

“We’ll do whatever it takes.” You pulled back to cup his cheeks so he was looking in your eyes. “We were young and stupid back then, but we can do this now. I know we can. If I have to pack up and head to California I will, I’m not saying it won’t be hard but it’s worth it.”

He fucked you slow and steady under the hot spray of the shower after that, worshipping every bit of you and definitely making you both late.

The two of you scrambled to get to the venue, making it right on time, Sam giving Bob a knowing look at his disheveled appearance when he burst into the groom's suite. When you stopped into the bridal suite to check on Millie, she made sure to pick on you for the hickey you’d tried to hide under your ear. Clearly the plan had worked, maybe not how they’d thought but the result was what they were after. You’d have to send his Mama flowers on Monday for her meddling, she’d known what was best even when the two of you didn’t.

The ceremony was beautiful, full of tears and love and Bob couldn’t help but let his eyes drift over to you, he already had plans swirling in his head of wedding rings and a future he’d thought was long lost. After you sang for the reception the band took over and Bob twirled you around the dance floor for much of the evening, he would hold these moments close until he could get you back in his arms again. It had been the perfect weekend.

A few months later you both were carrying moving boxes into his little townhouse, a new job all lined up at the local middle school and the entire summer to spend by the beach with your boyfriend. Everything had fallen into place, and if the little ring box in Bob’s back pocket had anything to do with it, he’d soon be calling you Mrs. Floyd.

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reigningqueenofwords · 5 months ago

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Pokemon

Pairing: Dean/Reader Word count: 740 A/N: I'm tipsy, this wasn't edited at all. I just needed Dad!Dean singing the Pokemon theme song.

Walking in your house, you paused. You could hear your husband and 5 year old loudly arguing over which starter Pokemon was best. “Daddy! That’s silly!” You heard her, and could tell she was over her father’s shenanigans. “Pikachu is the best!” She added quickly.

“Sweetheart, I love you. But you’re wrong. I get it, you’re young. You’re five. In time you’ll know that Charmander is the best.” He countered, and you could just picture his face. Toeing off your shoes, you smiled to yourself. Dean had been scared shitless when you told him you were pregnant. He didn’t know if he’d be a good dad, but you knew. You knew that man would be the best damn father in the whole world. You’d been right.

“DADDY!”

“He wasn’t even a starter!” He reminded her. “Ash just got there late, and got stuck with him.” Dean explained. “So he doesn’t count.”

Smiling to yourself, you moved quietly to peek into the living room where the two were. He was sitting on her tiny princess chair, so he wasn’t towering over her. “Ash started with Pikachu, though!” She countered, and you had to give it to her. She was right in that aspect. “So he DOES count.” She crossed her arms over her chest, and it amused you how much alike they looked in that moment.

Dean playfully rolled his eyes. “Maybe Mommy would like to weigh in since she’s home?” His eyes went to where you were. “Just because I don’t hunt anymore, sweetheart, doesn’t mean I’m slipping.” He winked at you.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you joined them. “Sorry, babe.” You kissed the top of his head before scooping up your daughter. “I have to side with the cuter version of you.” You teased.

He gasped, hand on his chest. “You wound me.”

Smirking, you cuddled up with her on the couch. “I arranged for Bobby to babysit this little one this weekend so we can go on our anniversary vacation. Does that make up for it?” You asked, tickling her lightly.

His face lit up as the room filled with her laughter. “I think I can forgive you for that.” He agreed, loving watching the pair of you together. Something he never thought he would have, and now it was his. A beautiful wife and the perfect little girl. What more could he want?

Turns out that ‘what more’ was a chubby nine month old little boy who thought he was hysterical. That anniversary vacation resulted in the pair of you having another kid. Not that he would ever complain about hearing “Dean, I’m pregnant!” come out of your mouth. If anything, watching you with them made him want more .

That’s what led him to that moment. You were out with your best friend getting pampered while he was on daddy duty. Your 6 year old was still all about Pokemon, but your youngest didn’t really want to stay put to watch any of it. What Dean learned that day, however? That little boy lost it when Dean got really into singing the Pokemon theme song.

While you loved being a mom and wife, you had to admit that you were grateful for Dean arranging your girls day. You felt so relaxed, and refreshed after. You got your nails done, your hair touched up, and some shopping done. Walking in your house, you didn’t bother calling out that you were home because the Pokemon theme was a touch too loud for them to hear you.

Setting the bags on the kitchen table, you made your way to the playroom that was recently finished. There you found the three most important people to you. Your son was in his walker, your daughter was ‘dancing’, and Dean was way too into singing the theme for your babies. Biting your lip, you giggled as you watched him rock out like he was up on stage for thousands of people.

As it ended, you clapped, a huge smile on your face. Dean whipped around and looked bashful. “Nice moves.” You flirted.

“I’ve had practice. That’s the 5th time I’ve performed today.” He chuckled as your daughter yelled ‘again!’.

“Can I get a ticket to this concert?” You grinned, picturing a 3rd little one eventually.

He smirked back at you. “You get a private show later.” He winked before restarting the song, willingly to do anything to keep his kids happy.

#dad!dean #dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader

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sequinsmile-x · 25 days ago

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My Shattered Edges Glisten

When she finds out she and Aaron are having a little girl, Emily is delighted. But her joy is dulled when people keep telling her that her daughter will be just like her, an edge to their voices letting her know they don't necessarily think that's a good thing.

-x-

Hi besties,

I had my annual full body MRI yesterday, meaning I was in a giant magnet for an hour with nothing but my thoughts so naturally mommy issues came out.

I'm dedicating this one to pagetbrewstersswife who recently pointed out Elizabeth is tagged in more of my fics than JJ is...which is something that both says everything it needs to about me as an author and a fact that has lived rent free in my head ever since.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and as always let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 4.6k

Warnings: mommy issues, pregnancy

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When she was young, Emily’s father would read her Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. It started because she’d seen the cartoon and loved it. She’d become obsessed with the story and the larger than life characters.

Her mother thought she was too young for it, that parts of it would be too much for her, but her father had always said she could handle anything. He’d sit next to her on her bed or she’d curl up in his lap in his office, and he’d read her a chapter at a time. He’d do voices for the characters and act silly in a way he never did when it wasn’t just the two of them. They were some of her favourite memories of him, a reminder that even though he was stern and harsh, his edges sharp if ever she was in trouble, he loved her in the best way he could.

After he died, she tried to remember her love for him by reading other fairytales and watching their movie adaptations, but it wasn’t the same. Love was always at the centre of them, and even when she was young she’d roll her eyes at the cliches and the convenience that came with a happy ending. It had never been her experience of love. Her parents had loved each other, she knew that, but not in the way she wanted to be loved. It had felt like a love of convenience, something that had suited them but would never suit her. She didn’t have to be good at what she did to know that’s why she’d always looked for love in the wrong places, why she’d always sought it out in partners and jobs that were never good for her in the long run.

She’d always looked for love in the wrong places until she found it exactly the right place - with Aaron and Jack. She had stitched herself into the tapestry of their lives, their family pulled together with unbreakable threads of gold that were made of love and trust. It was the family she never thought she’d get to be a part of. The family she and Aaron had built from scratch from the scraps of their lives. Their monsters were both dead and gone, buried after their oh so human deaths, leaving the two of them and the family they were building with nothing but love and happiness.

A family she was now adding to.

She runs her finger back and forth over the ultrasound picture in her hand, and she smiles when she feels a fluttering in her belly, a new sensation she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to.

“Hi, sweet girl,” she says, pressing her lips together in an attempt to try and suppress her smile, sure her cheeks would split open if it got any wider, “You’re kicking around in there, huh?”

A little girl. They’d found out that morning, Aaron’s hand tight around Emily’s as she had the anatomy scan she’d been worried about for weeks. They’d talked about whether they wanted to find out what they were having, and Aaron was happy to follow her lead. She wanted to know, impatience fizzing under her skin at the thought of waiting another 20 weeks to find out if she was having a boy or a girl.

When the doctor told them that the baby was a girl, Emily cried. She knows she would have cried either way, that she would have been happy either way, but it felt like an answer to a question she’d never quite known how to ask. As tears sprung free and rolled down her cheeks she’d looked over at her husband to see him crying too, his eyes shining like honeyed chocolate, making her hope there and then that their daughter would have his eyes.

“You’re never going to stop looking at that, are you?”

She smiles as she looks at her husband and shakes her head, “No,” she replies, patting the couch next to her to encourage him to join her, “I’m not. Not until I can look at her face all the time instead.”

“I don’t blame you,” he says, smiling as he sits beside her, his arm around her shoulder as he stamps a kiss against her temple. He looks at the ultrasound picture in her hand, “She’s beautiful.”

She rolls her eyes at him and tilts her head to look up at him, “It’s an ultrasound picture, honey. She looks like any other baby in an ultrasound,” she scrunches her nose as she brings it closer to her face, “Although, she does look like she has my nose.”

“Exactly,” he says, kissing the tip of her nose and making her smile despite herself, “She’s beautiful,” he kisses her, his lips stamped against hers, “Do you want to tell anyone, or keep it between us?”

“I want to tell people,” she says, taking his hand and placing it on her bump, linking their fingers over it. She loved that she actually looked pregnant now, not just like she’d had a big meal or was bloated, “It makes it feel more real,” she furrows her throws at herself, “That sounds ridiculous I know.”

“It doesn’t sound ridiculous,” he replies, kissing her temple and her cheek, “Is she moving?”

She nods against him, “Yeah, she is. It feels strange. Amazing. But strange,” she turns her head to kiss his jaw, “Soon she’ll be kicking so hard I won’t be able to sleep.”

“I’ll stay up with you.”

She laughs at his promise, but she knows he means it, that even if he fell asleep, it wouldn’t be from a lack of trying, “You’re sweet.”

“No one can ever know,” he winks at her, “We’ll tell the team tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” she replies, smiling at the thought of it, “We’ll tell them tomorrow.”

___

Penelope practically pounces on them the moment they arrive at work.

“Did you find out?”

Emily chuckles as she drops her purse down onto her desk, “Morning, Pen, nice to see you too.”

Derek and JJ chuckle Emily casts a glance at them before looking at Penelope again, who had least has the decency to look a little embarrassed as she looks back and forth between her and Aaron.

“Sorry,” she replies, clearing her throat before her face breaks out into another smile, “But I’m just so excited. Is it a boy?” She gasps as she gets herself more excited, “Is it a girl? Will I finally have a niece to spoil?”

“What do you mean by finally?” JJ quips from behind them, her raised eyebrow and teasing smile enough to let Penelope know she’s only joking.

“Girl’s stuff is cuter than boy’s stuff,” Penelope replies as she shrugs, “It’s a known fact,” she turns back to Emily and Aaron, “So, did you find out?”

“You should tell her,” Dave says, appearing out of seemingly nowhere as he sits on the edge of Emily’s desk, “Before you have to explain to the FBI why their best analyst died of heart failure.”

Emily smiles and looks up at Aaron, who smiles softly at her, and she looks back at their friends, “We’re having a girl.”

Penelope squeals so loudly it draws the attention of everyone else in the bullpen, and then she pulls Emily into a tight hug, “Oh I am so excited for you.”

“Thanks,” Emily replies, hugging her friend back, “But if you hug me any tighter you might squeeze her out of me.”

Penelope nods and stands back, “Right, sorry,” she says, smiling at Aaron, “I’m just so happy for you both.”

“Thanks, Garcia,” Aaron says, smiling in a way he rarely did in the office, “We’re happy too.”

“Congratulations,” Dave says as he pats Aaron on the shoulder and gives his congratulations as the rest of the team all take turns to hug Emily, “Is Jack excited?”

Aaron nods, “He said from the start he wanted a little sister.”

“He asked me yesterday how many days until he gets to meet her,” Emily says, her hand on her bump as she sits at her desk.

“Her,” Penelope exclaims, her smile wide, “She’s going to be gorgeous.”

“And a handful if she’s anything like princess over here,” Derek adds, his smile teasing as he tilts his head towards Emily.

It makes her breath catch in her chest for a moment, but she shakes it off, knowing her friend is only trying to get a rise out of her, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Come on, Em, I’m sure your mom could tell some stories from when you were young,” Derek adds, and it draws a laugh out of the team, “Remember those high school pictures baby girl found years ago?”

She rolls her eyes, “That was a phase.”

JJ hums, “One of many I’m sure.”

“Let’s hope she has Hotch’s temperament,” Dave adds, his smile wide, “Otherwise she might drive you insane with her wilfulness and her inability to follow orders.”

“Although Hotch can be stubborn,” Spencer throws in, and they all hum in agreement as JJ speaks again.

“She really could end up being the most stubborn person to ever walk the planet.”

Emily’s shoulders stiffen, her frame so tense Aaron can see it from where he’s standing, and he clears his throat, drawing the conversation to a close with nothing more than a raise of his eyebrow.

“We have work to do.”

Emily flashes her husband a grateful smile as their eyes meet. She can see the concern weaved through his features and she nods to let him know that she’s okay. She tries to shake it off, repeatedly tells herself that her friends unknowingly picking at her biggest insecurity about being a mother, one she hadn’t even shared with Aaron, was nothing more than a poorly timed joke, but it lingers. Sits under her skin and keeps her awake at night as it shifts back and forth, leaving her restless as she lays in bed with her hand on her bump as she silently promises her little girl that she’ll do better even though she hasn’t even held her yet.

She’s still thinking about it days later as she stands in the kitchen making dinner, the minutes ticking down until her mother arrives for the evening. Emily sighs, pausing chopping vegetables to place her hand on her bump. Elizabeth had just got back to the country after a placement in Europe. She knew Emily was pregnant, she’d replied to an email she’d sent her months ago when they could never quite catch each other on the phone, her response nothing more than a line wishing her congratulations before she moved on to telling her all about her placement, but she hadn’t seen her since then.

It made Emily nervous. She’d changed her outfit several times before she’d come downstairs. She’d switched from shirts that didn’t make her look pregnant enough to shirts that made her too pregnant, before she’d settled on a sweater that once belonged to Aaron. It was loose everywhere but over her belly, the material only the slightest bit taut over the peak of her bump’s curve.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

She looks over her shoulder at her husband and nods, turning back to the kitchen counter, “I’m okay.”

He wraps his arms around her from behind, letting her lean back against him, “We can cancel on her if you want.”

She chuckles humourlessly, “She’ll be just a few minutes away,” she says, kissing his cheek, silently letting him know she is thankful for him, “We both know it’s easier if we just let it happen at this point.”

“And you’re sure you want to tell her the baby is a girl?”

She’d thought about it. Thought about not telling her mother she was having a little girl, but she wanted to tell her. To pretend, even for a few minutes, that they had the relationship she wished they had.

“I do,” she replies, “I don’t know if she’ll care,” she blows out a slow breath, “But I want to tell her. Plus, I’m sure Jack will tell her the moment he gets a chance,” She chuckles as she turns to look at him, stepping away from the counter for a moment, “I wonder sometimes what it would be like if we had a relationship where she’d be one of the first people I’d want to tell.”

He wishes he could fix it for her, that he could make her mother see the damage she had done, but he knew he couldn’t. He leans in to kiss her, his hand on her bump, “One day, this little one will know what it’s like to have that relationship with her mom.”

She smiles at that, “Let’s worry about her being born before we start thinking about her having her own babies,” she says, cupping his cheek and tugging him in for a kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies, and the doorbell rings as he speaks. She tenses in his arms immediately, any progress he’d made in calming her down gone in a moment, “Do you want to let her in or finish chopping the vegetables?”

She loves him for giving her the option, for giving her some semblance of control over a situation she felt like she had little control over, “I’ll finish in here.”

He nods and kisses her forehead, “I’ll keep her busy until you’re ready,” he walks away out of the kitchen, shouting up the stairs for Jack as he goes, “Jack, your Grandma is here.”

She hates that she feels jealous of her son’s excitement, his yell followed by his thunderous footsteps as he runs from his room, and she tries to think of a time she’d ever been excited to see her mother. She blows out a slow breath and rubs a circle on her bump, hoping more than anything that one day her children would never dread a visit from her like she did from her mother, that they wouldn’t go into flight or fight mode just at the smell of her perfume if they walked past someone else wearing it in public.

She hears the front door open, followed by the rumble of the voices of her family whilst they greet her mother, the sound of Jack’s voice loud enough that she hears it clearly from the kitchen.

“Grandma, guess what? I’m getting a baby sister.”

Emily chuckles to herself and looks down at her bump, “Well, looks like your brother told Grandma for me, sweet girl.”

She takes her time before she walks out of the kitchen, fixing a smile on her face as she enters the living room. Elizabeth and Jack are sat together, the little boy excitedly talking at his grandmother about school, and Aaron is sat separately, the spot next to him waiting for her.

“Hi Mom,” Emily says, her hand on Aaron’s knee the moment she sits down, her nails digging in through his pants like the joint was her own personal stress toy, “It’s good to see you.”

“Lovely to see you too Emily,” she says, looking her up and down, her eyes focused on her bump which was more pronounced now she was sitting, “You look…healthy.”

Emily feels Aaron tense next to her and she squeezes his knee even tighter, her smile as polite as it was fake, “Well, I am almost 21 weeks pregnant.”

“Jack told me you’re having a girl,” Elizabeth replies, smiling down at Jack who nods excitedly, “When did you find out?”

“At my 20-week scan,” Emily says, settling into Aaron’s side as he wraps his arm around her, his love and comfort laying over her like a blanket. She knows what her mom hasn’t said, the question of why she didn’t know already lingering in her eyes as if they had a relationship where they shared these things, “I knew we’d be seeing you today so, thought it would be nice to tell you in person.”

“Well, I’m excited to have a granddaughter,” she says, and Emily knows enough about her mother to know that isn’t all she’s going to say, that she isn’t done with what Emily is sure is going to be an insult disguised as something else.

“Thanks, Mom,” she says anyway, forever forced to play her part in the little game they’d played since she was too young to know she’d picked up the pieces. She looks up at Aaron and smiles as he links his fingers through hers on his knee, “We’re excited too.”

“And I’m looking forward to watching you raise her,” Elizabeth says, carrying on as if Emily hadn’t spoken, “It will be like karma for everything you put me through.”

Emily clenches her jaw so tightly she’s surprised it doesn’t shatter, that it doesn’t break into enough pieces to stop her from asking the question she already knows the answer to, “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh come on Emily,” she replies, laughing as if they were all in on the joke, as if it was a joke at all, “We all know she’ll end up being exactly like you.”

___

She sneaks off upstairs the moment her mother leaves.

She’s grateful that Jack asks Aaron to do their bedtime routine instead of her because it gives her some time to recalibrate. It was something she’d done for as long as she could remember. She’d find somewhere to hide out after a run with her mother, somewhere quiet where she could find some peace until she found her footing again. Her safe place had once been her father’s home office. They’d escape her mother together in there and he’d pull a copy of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland out of his desk and read to her. Back then he’d been her hero, but as she got older, after he died and she learnt to deal with her mother alone, she realised he should have done more. That he should have stood up for her and told Elizabeth to back down instead of trying to be her partner in crime against her.

After he died, she would hide out in his office. Her mother never redecorated or repurposed it so she’d sneak in there after a fight with her and curl up in his chair. As she got older, she had somewhere just for her where she could cool off if needed wherever she’d lived. Ever since they’d moved into this house, her and Aaron’s bedroom had been her sanctuary. A room untouched by anything other than love and comfort that allowed her to calm down whenever she needed it.

This time, she finds herself in her daughter’s partially decorated nursery, sitting on the floor and huffing out a breath as she tries to get comfortable, idly thinking to herself she likely wouldn’t be able to get up without the help she would have once refused. She looks around, smiling at the stencil Aaron had drawn out on the wall, an outline of the rabbit that was ready for him to paint at the weekend. The crib their little girl would sleep in was still in its box, leaning against the wall. Emily can imagine countless nights to come when she’d sit in this room, on the loveseat that hadn’t arrived yet, her daughter against her chest as she refused sleep.

She sighs sadly as she thinks about her mother’s comments which hadn’t stopped in the living room. They’d carried on over into dinner to, a garnish Emily didn’t want or need, every attempt to compare her to her unborn daughter, to imply all those things were wrong or bad, leaving a crack in her heart.

There’s a quiet knock on the door and she turns her head to look at it as it opens. If Aaron is surprised to find her sitting on the floor he doesn’t say anything, his usual admonishment left only in a slight raise of his eyebrow.

“I thought I’d find you in here.”

She hums and looks back at the box the crib is in, “It’s peaceful.”

“Want me to leave you alone?”

She once again finds herself loving him for giving her the choice, for knowing her well enough to do so. There was a time when she would have sought out solitude, but she wanted him with her. She shakes her head, “No.”

He sits behind her, his hips bracketing hers as he pulls her back towards him and supports her back. He kisses her temple and wraps his arms around her, settling his hands on her bump, “Want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know,” She laughs humourlessly, the sound catching in her throat, “I was expecting her to say something like that.”

He holds her tighter, protection and love threaded through his muscles, “It doesn’t make it any easier to hear.”

“No,” she replies, “It doesn’t,” she swallows thickly, “The team…the team said it too. And I know they were joking, but…,” she chokes on a sound she can’t name, every worst fear she had about her skills as a mother stuck in her through, “Would it really be that bad if she ends up being like me?”

He frowns, the wrinkle of his forehead something she feels against her own, “Oh god no, of course not. I hope she’ll be like you in every possible way.”

She looks up at him, and she only realises she’s crying when he wipes his thumb over her cheek, her sadness caught against the callouses that had only ever treated her like she was made of the most precious of stones.

“Really?”

He nods, and smiles softly, “Really.”

She presses her lips together but it doesn’t stop her chin from trembling, it doesn’t stop her voice from cracking as she replies, “Why?”

It breaks his heart, makes love for her pour out of the cracks her question leaves behind. He didn’t know how she couldn’t see it. How she couldn’t see that she was everything, not just to him but to Jack too. She’d brought him to life, had helped him slot all the broken pieces of him back into place with her smile and her kindness. There were times when he couldn’t believe that he was the one she’d chosen to do this all with. It felt like a privilege to love her and he’d make sure he spent the rest of his life making sure he was worthy of it.

“Because you’re the best person I know, sweetheart,” he says, running his knuckles down her cheek, “You’re smart and kind and brave,” he leans in to kiss her, barely pulling back before he carries on, “You’re everything. And Jack, and this little girl,” he says, placing his hand on her bump, “Are so lucky to have you as their mom.”

She scoffs, or laughs, she isn’t really sure, but she shakes her head, “I…I don’t know what I’m doing. How does that make them lucky?”

“No one knows what they are doing, Em,” he says, smiling when she shakes her head at him, “But they are lucky. Our kids are so lucky. I can’t wait to see you in her. I see you in Jack all the time.”

She sniffs and wipes her cheek with the heel of her hand, “Really?”

“Really. Before you, Jack was always so cautious. I know that was partially my fault after Haley died. I was so worried about something happening to him that it wore off on him. He never wanted to do anything. He never even wanted to ride his bike in case he skinned his knees and upset me.”

She chuckles as she thinks about just a few days ago when she pressed a Batman bandaid against Jack’s knee after he came off his bike in the park, “So what you’re saying is, I made him more reckless?”

“No, I’m saying you’ve made him braver,” he corrects and his seriousness makes the teasing smile on her face slip away, “You’ve made both of us braver,” he tucks some of her hair behind her ear, “Your mom is wrong. All the things she was talking about? Those are good, amazing things and I hope our daughter takes after you in every way possible.”

She shakes her head at him and leans forward, pressing her face against his neck to breathe him in, ignoring the pull in her neck at the odd angle.

“I keep thinking of all the ways I’m like her,” she says as she pulls back from him, “Like my mom,” looks down at her bump, at the place where her little girl was safe and warm, “I hope in 30, 40 years the baby doesn’t sit and worry about all the ways she’s like me.”

“You’re not like your mother, Em.”

She wishes it was true, wishes that she wasn’t half her and half her father, but it wasn’t. She saw reflections of them both in herself all the time, be it her father’s nose or the way she took her coffee exactly like her mother did. They were imprinted on every part of her and all she could do was do her best to be better in spite of those things, to pile all the good she could think of on top of it all to muffle out the bad.

“I am. Or at least, part of me is. I look like her. I can control a conversation like her. I’ve got her sense of humour,” she shrugs sadly, “I can’t escape the part of me that came from her. It looks at me in the mirror every morning. It…sparks something in me every time I want to prove I’m right.”

He couldn’t pretend he didn’t know what she meant, that he didn’t see his own father in him sometimes. In the smile they shared that he’d passed on to Jack, in the dimples Emily always told him she loved.

“All we can do is hope we’ll do better.”

She nods, somehow taking his place as the comforter in this conversation, pulled out of the slump her mother had forced her into at the familiar look in his eyes, the sadness thinking of his father would always draw out of him. She hated that this was something they shared. Their childhoods were as different as they could be, but the outcome had been the same. Two people determined to do life alone because it felt like the safest option until they found safety in each other.

“We’re already doing better,” she says, cupping his cheek and stamping her lips against his. They fall into silence for a moment, and she pulls back to look at the rabbit stencil on the wall, smiling softly as she thinks of a story about a young girl who had chased after a rabbit on a warm summer day, “I have an idea for a name.”

She turns to look at him, a hint of sadness lingering in her eyes that makes him want to call her mother and give her a piece of his mind. He swallows it down, like he had countless times before, because he knows she doesn’t need him to fight her battles for her - she’d always been able to do that herself.

She needed him to do this. To provide the comfort he’d always give her willingly, his reserves of it as infinite as his love for her.

“Yeah? What is it?” He asks, running his hand up and down her back. She smiles and nods, her teeth sinking into her lips as if she’s trying to contain her excitement.

“Alice,” she replies, smiling softly as she thinks of her father, of the part of her that was him, the part she’d pass down onto her little girl, “I think we should call her Alice.”

#hotchniss fanfic #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfiction #emily prentiss #hotchniss fan fic #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss #aaron x emily #emily prentiss fanfiction

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parkerpeter24 · 2 years ago

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Request where reader and Peter are married and on vacay she’s been trying to hide she’s sick because she’s pregnant and she tells him at dinner 🤗

cute cute cuteeee!! this turned out longer than i’d expected 😳 kinda proud of it!

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

requests are open

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peter parker, your husband, was as bad at connecting the dots as he was at keeping secrets. usually he was the one who’d sneak around. at a time you didn’t know about his alter ego– spider-man– he used to hide his costume and his web shooters but now he did it with the bruises littering his face. he would steal your concealer on various occasions and try to cover them up. however, you’d know about them reinstating his inability to hide things, especially from you.

but this time, it was you. you were keeping a secret and not just anything.

you were pregnant.

but not quite ready to tell peter, not knowing how he would react. it wasn’t like you guys hadn’t he married for three years and known each other for all eight of them, but having a kid together was quite a big deal.

it was hard to keep a secret. even though peter would never guess, you didn’t want him to mistake your morning sickness for something serious and fuss over it.

it was harder to keep a secret from peter when you two were supposed to be under the same roof for most part of the day.

tony had decided it was time all the avengers had a break so he’d flown everyone to bali. so now you were laying beside him in this extraordinarily expensive hotel room as the morning sun peaked in through the curtain.

you rubbed your eyes, shifting slightly as the first thing you felt was the weird taste in your mouth. and you just had to make a run for the bathroom before you puked all over the soft, lavish carpet under your bed. peter woke up with a jolt when he felt you throw his arm away from your body. he watched with sleepy eyes as you slammed the door to the bathroom.

“babe?” he hurried out of the bed. he could hear you retching on the other side of the door, “baby? what’s wrong?”

“it’s nothing!” you responded, “be out in a minute!”

it took you around two minutes to collect yourself back and brush your teeth before you made your way out of the bathroom. not so much to your surprise, peter’s hands grabbed both your shoulders as soon as you opened the door, “is it food poisoning? maybe it was the hotdog we had before dinner. it must be that! don’t worry, i’ll get you medicines.”

he started leaving but you stopped him, “peter, wait!”

“what?” he turned around.

you wish you could tell peter now but this just didn’t feel like the right moment. you sighed, “you’re not um, wearing any pants.”

“oh. right, silly of me.” your husband chuckled sheepishly as he grabbed his pair of pants that he’d left on one of the armchairs in the room.

you were sure peter would have found out in a week when your baby’s heart started beating, anyway. you felt a little ridiculous as you took the medicine from his hand and assured him that you would take it before you sneakily flushed it down the toilet.

peter noticed you being weird at breakfast too. you poked around at the salad in front of you. the smell of olive oil was making you nauseous itself and you were sure you’d have to rush if you had it. you would really go for a burger right now. honestly, you weren’t up for running three flights of stairs.

peter placed a hand over yours, running his thumb over the ring that rested on your finger, “hey, you okay? did the medicine not work?”

you gave him a shrug, “not hungry.”

“take it easy, parker.” wanda interjected, “just get her a burger and some fries.” she gave you a wink before taking a bite out of her bagel.

she knew.

you gave her a small smile.

thankfully peter took wanda’s advice and got you some fries, a burger and an added milkshake, which made you love him even more than you ever thought you could. you threw your arms around his shoulders as he placed the brown bag containing your breakfast on the table back in your room.

peter hugged you back as he smiled. however, his smile quickly faded away when he felt your shoulders shake against him, “y/n, are you-”

his sentence was cut short when you sobbed into his chest. his hand instantly wrapped around you protectively, “baby, what’s wrong?”

you just shook your head as you continued crying. peter rubbed your back until you calmed down. you pulled away to wipe your tears while the brunette’s arm remained intact around your waist, “i’m sorry.”

“you’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” he said as he tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, “is everything okay though, hun? you’ve been acting kinda... weird. which isn’t bad, i-i mean, i’m just worried about you.”

“i’m okay, peter. i just got a bit emotional.” you gave him a little smile.

he nodded, though still unsure.

peter was nothing short of a delight for the whole day after that. he served your breakfast for you and even denied going to the beach with the others because you didn’t feel like going, even though you’d told him you’d be fine in the hotel room. then you two spent the day watching disney movies.

in the evening peter asked you to get ready for dinner and you were a little confused because you thought you two were going to go downstairs and have dinner with the gang. but peter insisted you get ready so you did.

peter then took you to the beach and the two of you walked until a candlelit table was in front of you. you gasped with joy, “remember our first candlelight dinner?” peter asked as he watched your smile grow.

“i do! i was so nervous.” you chuckled.

“you were nervous? i was freaking out! i didn’t know what to speak. you looked so gorgeous.” peter gave you a small smile, “you still do.”

“you’re way more gorgeous.” you gave him a little kiss, “oh my god. i just remembered i spilled wine all over your favourite shirt that day.”

peter laughed. and just like that, you knew. this was the moment. it was your chance. you didn’t wanna wait for peter to figure it out himself or for him to hear the baby’s heartbeat. you wanted him to hear it from you.

the two of you sat down and peter ordered your favorite for both of you. you smiled, watching you two’s fingers interlaced. peter ran his thumb over your ring finger, a habit of his that made your heart swell every time.

“peter?”

“yes, beautiful?”

“there’s something you gotta know.” you stated as your heart started beating a little faster.

“what is it?” peter asked, giving you his fill attention, a look of concern etched over his face.

“i’m... uh, i’m pregnant.” you stated, watching his face for any major expression.

“yeah, what about that?”

“i know! i couldn’t believe it eith- wait what?!�� your pupils enlarged in surprise.

“you’ve been pregnant for around five weeks, what’s new with that?” peter asked.

him being so confident made you doubt if you’d already told him. peter laughed softly at your confused expression. you looked at him, raising an eyebrow, “is this funny to you?”

“no! no. not at all.” peter gave a little squeeze to your hand.

“how’d you know?” you asked, your expressions softening.

“well, i noticed the little changes your body was going through.” peter explained, “and i found the pregnancy test you forgot to throw out.”

“oh shoot-” you facepalmed, “that’s so stupid.”

“hey, it’s alright.” peter chuckled, “i would have probably been worse at keeping a secret like that.”

you laughed, “guess we’re both bad a keeping secrets.”

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snowblossomreads · 3 months ago

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Day 3 - A Treat

Pairings: Sinclair Bryant x Reader

Summary: In where a yearly tradition is almost missed because of a cold.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): none just good ole fluff!

A/N: And the Rickmas train keep on chugging yall!!! Are you going to get a fic every year with Clair having snacks and baking ? Yes you are bc it's pupper and he loves his snackies!!!. Now onwards!

"A-Ah-Achoo!"

"Are you okay darling? That's the third time you've sneezed in the past ten minutes. I think you might be coming down with a cold or something. It is the season for that, you know!"

"Have you been- A-Achoo! Counting?"

Sinclair looked at [Y/n], worry evident in his amber eyes as he watched her sit up from her comfortable position cuddled at his side, to grab another piece of tissue to blow her nose.

It was loud, a bit wet, and it sounded like she was absolutely miserable doing it. Maybe he should go and make her some tea to help with all the congestion.

"Well it's hard not to notice when you're ripping away from me each time to blow your nose," he responded, a tiny grimace on his features, as he watched her throw the wadded up piece of paper into the small rubbish bin, that she had dragged into the room.

A miserable whine left her lips, as she flopped back down onto the sofa and tried to burrow herself against Sinclair's side. It only caused him to let out an airy laugh with him being quite ticklish on his side.

"And now my boyfriend is laughing at me," she moaned out, her voice nasally and her sinuses full of congestion. She felt like absolute shit. "You should quarantine me Clair, I'm gonna get you sick."

Granted as she said that, she couldn't ever remember a time when Sinclair had been sick ever since she had known him. And he seemed more than happy to brag to her about his great genes.

"Oh don't worry about that! My immune system is quite excellent, you know! When I was little, I used to never get sick even when everyone around me was laid up in bed," he spouted off while he absentmindedly stroked her back. It made her cuddle all the closer to him wanting to bask in his warmth and the comfort he was giving to her. "Not that I never get sick, it's just very rare and then I'm all better in a few days."

"Lucky," she huffed. Though if she was a betting person, she would bet he was the one getting people sick. But, that was an issue for another day, because there was something even more pressing, that her sickness was getting in the way of.

"Clair but what about our baking date we were going to have?"

"As much as it pains me to say it." And it did, as he was always looking forward to cooking with her. And the eating of course.

"Why don't we hold off until next weekend darling, you're in no shape to be doing anything other than resting."

"Hold off?" Sitting up much too fast in her condition, and causing her head to spin for a split second, she regained her composure, and added a pout to her lips for good measure. "Who are you and what have you done with my Sinclair!" She asked seriously, only before she was turning away from him, as another fit of sneezing decided to wrack her body at that moment.

"Ugggh."

After she finished wiping her nose, she looked back at him, only to see him wearing a concerned expression. Brows furrowed, and a tiny frown on his thin lips, [Y/n] had to hold in the urge to 'aww' at him. He looked so worried, and the sweet puppy eyes that he gave her was also wearing down the fight in her. Not that she had a lot with how she was feeling. But still.

"But Claaaaaiiir, we always bake this week, we can't just not just because I have a, a-a-a!" She waited for a moment, ready to sneeze her head off again but when it didn't come, she sighed. "Okay you might be right but what about our snacks Clair? We have to start the holidays with something."

The defeated tone in her voice made his heart drop a little seeing how upset she was about not getting to bake today. Maybe it was silly that she was putting up a fuss about it as they could do it next week, but he was also a little bummed. But, she was in no shape to bake for them.

Although…

"Oh! How about if I do it!" He exclaimed with enthusiasm as he sat up quickly, almost knocking into [Y/n] who giggled at his sudden burst of energy. His eyes were shining bright, and she knew there was no way he was going to take no for an answer when he got like that.

"I'll whip us up the best cookies and all you need to do is come and watch. A show for you while I do all the work isn't that nice?"

It did sound nice, but in her shape, and with his penchant for eating the uncooked dough, she wasn't sure if it would come out the way he thought it would. He must have read her mind though, because he was immediately voicing that same concern.

"And as a treat, I won't eat any of the ingredients until it's all done. Promise!" He grinned brightly, so much so, that she thought with how much warmth he was emitting, he could cure her cold with just that smile.

She wished.

Looking at how eager he was to do it, she didn't have the heart to tell him no. Especially with how he was practically vibrating, and she was sure she could see his tail wagging with how excited he was.

"Oh alright! But I'm supervising!"

He seemed to burst at the seams with that.

"Of course!"

So, it was now up to Sinclair to do the baking for them both. To continue the holiday tradition, he so loved to do with her even if she was out of commission.

And now, standing in the kitchen while [Y/n] was bundled on the other side in the dining room where she could see him but not be too close, Sinclair worked his magic.

Flour, eggs, vanilla, nutmeg, cinnamon, chocolate chips, oh and butter can't forget the butter!

"Oh Clair don't forget to stir the butter, achoo! Ughh shit," she groaned, tightly wrapping the blanket she had dragged in around her as she watched Sinclair jog over to the stove to make sure the butter wasn't burning.

She had to admit, it was fun watching him move back and forth. And to his credit, she didn't catch him eating any of the cookie dough. Granted she did have to go to the bathroom multiple times to stop the snot running out of her nose.

It was disgusting.

But, she was sure the cookies that he was making for them would make her feel loads better, as the smell of them sure did make her stomach rumble as the sweet aroma of them began to waft in the air while they baked.

And she was right.

"And viola!" Sinclair cheered as he sat the plate of warm cookies down on the coffee table in front of [Y/n] who was still bundled up in her blankets.

He had also brought them some hot cocoa to wash the sweet treats down. And with all the sugar they were about to have, she was sure they were going to be up all night with a sugar rush. Good thing it was the weekend.

Chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies, and snickerdoodles, the classics and they all looked so good and tempting.

"Sinclair," [Y/n] whispered in awe, her eyes practically sparkling at the spread as he sat next to her. He was already going for a cookie the moment he sat, eager to taste test his creations.

Picking up a chocolate chip one for her and a snickerdoodle for him, he handed her the warm cookie, and she took it from him happily thanking him as the warmth of it spread from her fingertips to the rest of her body.

Taking a deep whiff of the sweet smelling treat, she took a bite out of it and the groan that left her was more than enough to cause Sinclair's ears to perk up.

"These are amazing Clair! Oh my god what these are better than the ones I make! What? How? When did you become a pastry chef babes!"

A deep chuckle left Sinclair as he polished the cookie off, a blush evident on his cheeks at her praise.

"I learn from the best," he answered as he turned to look at her, his eyes instantly seeing the bit of chocolate that had melted on her lips.

"Oh you have something here," he gestured leaning towards [Y/n] as if he was about to wipe her mouth, only to change direction quickly and gently pressing his lips against hers.

"Mmph!"

She smiled into the surprise kiss, yet she didn't make any effort to move. Why would she when his lips were just as sweet as the cookies as he had baked them?

"Mmm oh Clair stop it," she giggled a little breathlessly, trying to pull away from him but losing the battle as he wrapped his arms around her and brought her close.

His pretty amber eyes shined, and a sweet smile was plastered on his lips as he looked at her like she was the most precious thing on the Earth. And her heart swelled as he brushed his nose against hers.

"You're gonna get sick Clair," she whispered as his lips hovered near hers.

"As long as it's from kissing you I don't care," he murmured before pressing his lips back against hers so softly that she felt like she was going to melt, just like the chocolate chips on the cookies.

God did she have the best boyfriend. Sweet, charming, gentle, interesting, generous, and apparently very good at baking. Who would have known she would be lucky enough to have a person with the best ingredients mixed together?

She sure didn't, but she wasn't going to gripe, not when he made her feel so loved, and wanted. Not when she loved him so much.

"Achoo!"

Granted, she was unsure how much she loved taking care of him when he did in fact wake up with a case of the manflu the next week.

Well, no one's perfect. But he did come pretty close.

A/N: There has been an abundance of pupper fic for this prompt and it makes me 🤩🤩🥰!!! I love this sweet little ball of energy 😭😭and he deserves all the nice things!!!

#rickmas2024 #sinclair bryant x reader #sinclair bryant #alan rickman character #alan rickman fanfic #blossom writes

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jaeyongneo · 5 months ago

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what peach are we talking about?

MDNI.

first time writing a fic. go ez on me.. n THIS WAS SOO DELAYED OMG IM SORRY. PS. goofy ahh nct innuendos/ending.

jaehyun x fem!reader & a little bit of jungwoo.

warning: smut, vulgarities, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap up ur willy silly), manhandling, choking, degrading (whore, slut, bitch), spitting, breeding kink, getting caught.

“i was kinda craving peach to be honest. they’re so juicy and sweet.” jungwoo said, while being sandwiched by jaehyun and y/n.

y/n seemed to enjoy jungwoo’s company a lot, she’d listen to his constant rambles and would always give him snacks since this time, haechan didn’t buy many rice for him. :(

but jaehyun… jaehyun wanted him to get out of their apartment asap. having a hectic schedule after releasing his first ever solo album and knowing he’ll be enlisting soon has made him an absolute horndog, all he wanted was good, quality time with his girlfriend.

“yes, jungwoo. i’m craving peach too.” jaehyun glanced at y/n. he couldn’t grab her ass because jungwoo was in the middle. that made him frustrated.

“let’s go get some then! let’s go to the mart!” jungwoo cheered, standing up.

“i think jaehyun’s tired.. i can go with you, jungwoo.” y/n spoke. jaehyun frowned, eyes turning dark. what the hell was y/n thinking?

“jae.. can i go-?”

“yeah go ahead, it’s not like you guys care about me being tired.”

“jae what-“

“just go.” jaehyun assertively stated. he turned off the tv, got off the couch and headed to their shared bedroom. y/n and jungwoo briefly exchanged looks of concerned and confusion and decided to head out.

“y/n-ah, thanks for getting these peaches with me. but i think i’ll go now, it’s not appropriate for me to stay at a couple’s house or third wheel them. besides, jaehyun looks like he needs time with you, go be with him yeah?” jungwoo said, while patting y/n’s head.

“hmm okay, bye woo!” y/n replied while side-hugging jungwoo.

y/n quietly opened the apartment door, assuming jaehyun was asleep. she placed the bags of snacks on the kitchen counter when she heard jaehyun’s voice.

“done whoring yourself out to my friend? can’t believe you went down to the mart with that skimpy pj shorts too.” he scoffed.

“what’s your problem, jaehyun? ever since you told us you’re gonna be enlisting soon, you’ve been acting like such a bitch! i get that you’re anxious, but come on, i’ve been doing nothing but supporting you!”

jaehyun stood in the corner, watching y/n unpack the bags of snacks. he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to their bedroom. he picked her up and threw her onto their bed.

“jaehyun! what are you doing?”

“i just want quality time with you, y/n. without that goofball around. can’t you see that?”

“jaehyun! you’re insane!”

jaehyun smashed his lips onto y/n’s, he kissed her sloppily and pulled away to look at y/n. jaehyun looked like he was in a trance, he lost it when y/n bit her lil and winked at him, pulling him back in and continuing kissing each other passionately. jaehyun took y/n’s hand and let her feel his throbbing hard on.

“you feel that?” he smirked. y/n whimpered and rubbed her thighs together. jaehyun worked his way down to y/n’s clothed core and ripped her panties apart.

“jaehyun! fuck you!” y/n shrieked. those wear her favourite pair of panties! jaehyun smirked and chuckled, ignoring her grouses. he had such a lustful gleam in his eyes, he pushed two fingers inside, another hand on her neck and y/n gasped.

“you’re already this wet? i haven’t even fucked you yet. such a nasty slut.” jaehyun remarked, obviously ridiculing y/n. her felt her sopping hole clench at his words.

“oh? you like when i call you names? i knew you were such a dumb bitch.” jaehyun added on, quickening his fingers and tightening his grip on y/n’s neck. she felt like she was going to pass out at anytime, but she loved it. it was rare to see jaehyun so angry and worked up. jaehyun pulled his fingers away from y/n’s wet dripping cunt and puts it in her mouth.

“lick it clean baby, you know what i’m about to do now.” jaehyun said while stroking his cock. after y/n cleans up jaehyun’s fingers, he motioned her to open her mouth. he spits in her mouth. shocked, y/n left her mouth wide open still. jaehyun’s spit drips down her mouth very slowly. jaehyun rolls his eyes and grabs y/n by her face while he was still stroking his cock.

“what the fuck are you waiting for? swallow my spit like the slut you are.”

y/n swallows jaehyun’s spit and he snickers darkly. without warning, he rammed his cock inside y/n. y/n didn’t get the chance to whimper or speak, he was already going at such an animalistic speed.

“fucking whore. god, im gonna make sure we have 8 kids. you don’t have to work hard anymore yeah?”

he kept going, y/n moans filled the apartment. the faster and rougher he went, y/n’s head flung back with her mouth wide open. jaehyun took the opportunity to spit in her mouth, lightly slapping her face, signalling her to swallow his spit again.

the couple were too into the moment to realise that someone had just open their door. a faint “jaehyun-ah! y/n! i left my wallet!”

y/n thought she heard something, but she figured she was too fucked out by how rough jaehyun was fucking her. jaehyun’s grunts were hypnotising her and his cock filling her up didn’t help her situation at all. the familiar voice got closer and suddenly…

“jaehyun i left my-“

“ahhh.. it’s okay. i- i will find- find my… uhh wallet-“

“JUNGWOO!” they both hollered.

jungwoo stood by the doorway like this.

sorry if this was so bad i just wanted it to be funny 😭

#nct 127 #nct 127 smut #nct jaehyun smut #nct jaehyun #nct 127 jaehyun

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jqmalikhsgib · 9 months ago

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stars

fifteen

when yn gave birth to her baby boy it was the most beautiful experience of her life. it was painful, yes, but it was worth every bit of pain. when she held him in her arms she couldn’t stop crying tears of joy. seeing his face and hearing his cries, she’d never thought she’d feel so much love from one human.

since that faithful day, she hasn’t gotten enough of him. every night she’d lie next to him as he slept through the night. aaron having time off smiled at his little family, even jack couldn’t get enough of his little brother.

four months later, yn was finally ready to tell the world she’d given birth to her baby boy. she wanted to keep him to herself for as long as possible. aaron completely understood! with his line of work he’d keep his family a secret if he could.

currently yn, aaron, and jack were by the pool. yn was holding her baby boy while she was in the pool. aaron was currently barbecuing and jack just had his feet in the water. bryson cooed at his mom while yn kissed his cheek. “who’s my beautiful baby, boy?” aaron turned and smiles at his wife and his sons.

“daddy, is the food done?”

“almost, jacksters? why aren’t you in the water with mama and bry?”

“just wanna keep my feet in, daddy. don’t wanna get in.”

“okay, buddy.”

yn smiles at her eldest son. “you’re no fun, jack. don’t wanna play in the water with me and your brother?”

jack giggles. “not boring, mama. just wanna relax.”

“okay, baby. you relax then! mamas just being silly, yeah?”

jack nods. when aaron finished cooking, yn goes and makes jack a plate. she knew he was on the way of getting grumpy because he was hungry. she needed to make sure he ate first. aaron sat next to his wife while she breast fed their son.

“mama?”

“hmm, baby?”

“why doesn’t bry bry eat like me?”

aaron looks at his wife as he swallows his burger. aaron smirks as he watched yn try and come up with what to say.

“well baby, he’s a growing boy. just like you are. but his bones need a little bit more growing before he could eat like you, baby.”

jack shrugs, clearly okay with that answer. he continues to eat as aaron kisses the top of his head. once they were all done eating, yn puts bryson to bed. aaron and jack walk over to the pool as they both get into the pool. yn comes down and smiles at her family before jumping in and swimming towards her family. sometimes she had a hard time believing they were her family. jack and aaron had brought so much happiness into her life. they loved her unconditionally. yn hasn’t felt this much love from anyone before aaron. he and that cute little boy made her world go round. adding bryson to their little family has only made her feel like the world was filled with plenty of love and adoration.

“mama, don’t let daddy catch me.” jack swims away, his floaty making sure to hold him up. yn giggles as she grabs her baby boy as they run away from aaron.

“ill save you jack!”

“ill get you both!” aaron chuckles as he chases after his family. he grabs yn as she giggles, still holding onto their son.

jack giggles as he slowly pulls away from his mom. aaron spins her around and kisses her passionately. yn smiles through the kiss before pulling away. “i love you, mister hotchner. you know that?”

aaron smiles. he hasn’t felt so in love with someone as much as he did with yn. he will always love haley, always! but yn brought him back to life when he lost haley. raising jack on his own, knowing he’d never know his mother, feeling like he took that away from jack, yn has always made sure to remind him haley would be proud of him and would never blame him for her death. “i love you too misses hotchner. more than you could ever guess.”

the small family eventually get out of the pool before lighting up a cake. today was haley’s birthday. yn made sure they celebrated it everyday, wanting to keep her memory alive. they sung happy birthday before jack blew out the candles. “happy birthday, mommy.”

“happy birthday, haley!” yn and aaron whispered. yn cuts the cake and hand her boys a piece.

“thank you for always keeping her alive.” aaron whispers in his wife’s ear. “thank you for letting me be apart of her life.” yn whispers back as they all enjoy the cake.

#jqhotchner #jqhotchner masterlist #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x female reader #stars jqhotchner

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kitsuvio · 3 months ago

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· ୨୧ · · Yan!hybrid octopus

W/c : 720

A/N ┊ HI! It's my first thingy here auahauah I hope you like my fic. By the way the octopus is a human on top and octopus at the bottom (；´_ゝ`) don't think I made him all octopus. By the wayyy this is heavily based off of the little mermaid ！！(゜ロ゜ノ)ノ NYAHAHAHA also kisses from kitsuvio

PAIRING ┊ Yan!hybrid octopus x you (afab)

TW ┊ Kidnapping, mentions of kids, yandere content!

You were just a little mermaid who was fascinated by the land above. You saw countless ships pass by, and you'd see sailors, buccaneers, and pirates all having fun and drinking their rum. You pondered on how the land above would feel…

While you were in your little reverie about how the land would be; Then you saw a dark and smoky cloud above the water, feeling curious you swam up to the surface to see a burning ship despite the flames, the frigid air from the night made you shiver. The crackling fire raged throughout the ship as it spread quickly. You saw a man struggling to get off the boat as it soon got engulfed in flames… Throughout the wrecked ship and smoke, you managed to save the man who fell from the ship. You brought him up to the surface, far away from the rubble.

Once you had successfully dragged him onto the shore, his body was lying down on the sand. A small flutter invaded your heart and you soon came to grow fond of the man; before you didn't know the consequences you'd face for this silly crush, you had a miniature understanding of the land above and how love worked. When he started to wake up, you dived back into the water, not wanting to be seen by him yet.

Many moons had passed then; your heart still aches for the man. Yearning to be with him on the shore and profess your love. So you desperately tried seeking help, someone who could bring your wildest dream come true you came across a well-known wizard of the sea. With desperation, you visited the mysterious cave where this supposed wizard resided. With hesitation, you swam through the cave; as the light became evanescence to you, it got even more eerie.

This octopus wizard coupled himself up inside his art gallery and painted mosaics and murals whenever he had free time. But he was most known for his potionology and spells…

“H-hello? Is anyone here?”

Your voice echoed throughout the cave; this might've just been a scam, or perhaps whoever was living here didn't want your presence. Then, a large tentacle poked out from a small room in the cave. Suddenly, the cave illuminated. It no longer felt so eerie but majestic in a way.

Unlike the other merfolk, he was a monstrous octopus. Cursed with having eight tentacles instead of a beautiful tail. But when he saw you just swim in here and not even freak out about his tentacles, it made him feel butterflies in his stomach.

“mmh… w-whaddya want?” Internally, he was quite shy but tried to be professional since you were still a customer.

He was heartbroken and devastated once he figured out you were trying to get on land so you could have your happily ever after with a man. He gave you what you sought, a pair of nice legs. In exchange, you had to give up your voice. It was a hefty price to pay, but he wanted to make this challenge impossible… So he added something else, you must marry the man before sundown then you'd be rewarded with legs forever and retrieve your voice.

He wasn't going to let you succeed, no way! The little octopus brewed up a plan and watched you from afar as you tried mingling with the prince. He tried not to look as much because it made him act out. That scum didn't deserve you… oh how desperate he was to have your scales; if he couldn't have them, perhaps his future children would. They'd be a sort of hybrid of a mermaid and octopus.

As expected, you were going to fail. He tried to deceive your crush into liking someone else. A lighthouse girl, the man was completely convinced that she saved him that day, which left you as a heartbroken mermaid.

The sly octopus observed as you were left in defeat, watching your lover marry another maiden; it had already been a week, and the sun had set. Without a voice to call for help the, the octopus saw an opportunity and took you back into the ocean with his slimy tentacle while making sure to let you breathe. He was already planning his honeymoon with you, maybe beside the beach with a few mer-kids running around or two.

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Silly little one shot for @gwynrielweeksofficial - Day 2: Compatible (loose interpretation)

Soul Meets Body on Ao3

“I don’t care how good-looking he is, Nesta! I’m not letting you set me up on a blind date.”

“Gwyn! Please!! This guy is your soulmate. He loves all the same books as you, he goes to the gym, he’s got a coffee addiction! You’re basically the girl version of him.”

“So! Blind dates are weird. You know how shy I can get…”

“He’s shy too!”

“Oh, wonderful! Really selling it. So we’ll just sit there, and not talk at all during dinner?”

“Talk about books!”

“Bye, Nesta!”

“Wait–”

Gwyn hung up the phone. She was sick of this. Why couldn’t her friends just accept that she didn’t want a boyfriend right now? College was crazy enough without adding love or sex on top. She needed to stay focused and certainly had no room to entertain Nesta’s blind date idea.

“So stupid,” she mumbled to herself, reaching for a bag of apples at the supermarket.

“What did you call me?”

Gwyn looked up and felt her jaw comically fall to the floor as she gazed at the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. Raven-black hair, golden eyes, and tall… so freaking tall!

“Oh… no… I wasn’t–”

He smiled, and her heart skipped a beat. “Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

Gwyn didn’t dare speak again, for fear it would be an incoherent jumble of words. This was what she was talking about with Nesta. Whenever she started talking to a cute guy, she froze like this! Her mind raced with funny and interesting things to say, but her mouth decided to keep shut. She just smiled at him.

“.... those are good apples,” he said, shifting a little awkwardly. Gwyn would have expected someone of his stature to radiate confidence.

“Yeah… they’re my favourite.” Gods, so smart, Gwyn!

“Me too… I like oranges as well.”

“Same.”

Was this possibly the worst conversation she’d ever had?

He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. “Do you come here often?”

Oh my god. Was he… flirting with her?

Gwyn let out a little chuckle, “Oh yeah, the supermarket is where it’s at. Haven’t you heard?” Better!

He laughed, and damn if it wasn’t giving her crazy butterflies.

“I’m Azriel,” he said smoothly, seeming to relax more in her presence.

“Gwyn,” she replied with a slight flush on her cheeks.

“Gwyn,” he whispered like an answer to a question. “I don’t normally do this… I mean I never do this… but do you want to grab dinner tonight?”

“Like a date?”

“Yeah… I mean, cool if not… I just–”

“Yes! I’d love to.”

He seemed to sigh in relief, “That’s great! Amazing… can I grab your number, and I’ll text you the details?”

She nodded, “Of course!” Oh my god, how did she pull this off? He was the hottest guy she’d ever met, and he just asked her out!

They gleefully exchanged numbers, exchanged a few more awkward observations of the fruit around them, and went their separate ways.

Gwyn practically floated home, dying to rummage through her wardrobe for the perfect outfit. Nesta was going to kill her… but blind dates were stupid! At least she knew she was attracted to Azriel.

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Gwyn had opted for a short, sapphire-blue, body-con dress with silver strappy heels and no jacket. It was the height of summer… plus she looked way too hot to cover up.

“I can’t believe you’re going out with some rando over the guy I picked for you!” Nesta huffed from the couch.

Gwyn finished putting on her cherry-red lipstick and rolled her eyes at Nesta’s statement.

“Cassian is going to be pissed. You’re turning down his best friend for some stranger.”

“You know, I haven’t even met Cassian yet! So why would I want to date his best friend? Are you even dating Cassian?”

“Don’t judge our… situation! It’s complicated.”

“Because you’re in love with him?”

“He wishes!” Nesta laughed with an air of ‘yes, I love him so much it’s killing me, but I don’t know how to handle emotions.”

*Buzz Buzz*

“That’s him! Can you please get it? I need to grab my bag.”

It was Nesta’s turn to roll her eyes as she threw off her snuggly blanket and made her way to the door. As she opened it, she quipped, “You better not be some serial killer–Oh my god, Azriel!?”

“Nesta… hey! Do–Do you live here?”

She nodded in confirmation. “You’re Gwyn’s date for tonight?”

“Yeah, we met at the supermarket earlier. Hey, Cassian was in a foul mood today. What happened with you two last night?”

Nesta scowled at the mere mention of his name, and Azriel flinched, not expecting an answer.

“Hey, Azriel,” Gwyn chirped as she left her bedroom.

Azriel’s hand flew to his chest, as if someone had shot him with a cupid's arrow. “Wow! Gwyn… you look–”

Gwyn couldn’t even let him finish; she hated compliments, “So do you! Shall we go?” she asked, moving to the door. Nesta had the strangest look on her face, and a sly grin that was a little frightening. Gwyn gave her a ‘what the fuck’ look in exchange.

Azriel seemed to notice their interactions. “I’ll give you a minute.” He backed away into the hall to wait for her.

“What?” Gwyn exclaimed.

“That’s the guy!!”

“What guy?”

“The blind date guy… Cassian’s friend!”

“Are you serious?”

Nesta nodded with a huge grin.

Gwyn could only laugh. “Well… I still think blind dates are stupid!”

Nesta smirked, “So destiny intervened! Have a great night with your soulmate!”

“Shut up!”

Gwyn caught up with Azriel. He looked so sleek in his pressed black trousers and crisp white shirt, with a couple of buttons open to show a thick silver chain. If this was indeed her soulmate, she had some serious praying to the gods to do in thanks.

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