#then i put some in my hand and held it out to them and they ate it :3

[rotapathetic]

͏͏͏✧ ྅ ˚ . ᯇ * TWITCH STREAMER!RAFE IS LIVE ㅤ⁝ㅤ opening p.o. mail ۫ : .

❛i get why you hid her i would too❜ : bold text is stream chat! 💬

rafe cut the tape of the box, glancing at the chat. “my p.o. box is linked in discord i think, but mods, could you link it and pin it? thanks.” he looked down when he finally got the box open.

“alright, first one of the day. i’ll name this stream p.o. mail then change it later. there is a lot, and i’m opening them all because i’ve been meaning to get to it, so buckle in i guess.”

user pretty box user is it cool if i just send a letter? i don’t have any items to send right now user open mine next!!

“you don’t even have to send anything, but if you do, it most definitely doesn’t have to be an item. i love letters and i appreciate them, that’s totally fine. . and let me know which box is yours when you see it,” he addressed both chats.

rafe pulled out the first thing inside which was a little packaging. he opened it, pulling out a couple of keychains. some of them had legos attached or a little trinket, or just pretty stones. “woah, this is cool. you know your stuff, you know i like legos. this will make me use keychains more, thank you. is it okay if i give the others to someone? she’ll love them.”

user that’s my box! yes, i made the other ones for her lol

rafe read the chat, raising a brow. “oh, really? that’s so nice. yeah, she’ll go crazy. i’ll set them aside for her.”

rafe clipped one of the chains onto his pants, putting the rest away. he reached back into the box, pulling out a funko pop and a blind box. rafe chuckled when he noticed the difference. “did you make a his and hers box? one thing for me, the other for her?”

user at first i was mainly putting in things for her 😭 then i remembered i should put stuff you like too user that’s such a cute idea user she’ll love that

“that’s insanely kind you thought of her. she’ll really appreciate it.” rafe grabbed the last thing which was a note. he read it aloud, “‘hi, rafe. i just wanted to give you some things in return for giving me a new favorite streamer lol. i watched one vod a month ago and have since watched like all of your streams. you’re pretty funny i guess. there’s stuff for both of you guys in here so hope you like them,’ and then she drew a smiley face,” rafe finished the letter.

“don’t try to humble me about being funny, you know i am. but thanks so much. i keep all of these letters just so you guys know. i don’t throw them out or anything.”

user sweeettt user there he goes trying to be funny again

rafe put the items back inside the box, separating the letter, and put it to the side. “alright, next box. this is from. .” rafe tilted the box to read the name, “a crochet business. oh, that’s cool, my girlfriend crochets,” he opened it, pulling out a note. he read it aloud, “‘big fan of your streams! but i heard your girlfriend likes crochet. . so i made some things for her. hopefully she likes them!,’” rafe read.

“and this is her business,” rafe held up the box where there was a qr code and the name of their shop.

user wait this is all for her awhh

“she will really like this. i’ll let her open it.” rafe stood and walked off camera to roll over another gaming chair and put it next to his.

user wait a minute. . user awh she has her own chair

“pretty girl. .” rafe called out, “could you come here?” rafe looked to the doorway, waiting for you. when you appeared, slightly nervous, rafe held out a hand. “there’s something for you.”

you made your way to him, accepting his hand, then placing both on his shoulders, glancing over them to see what he held. “what is it?”

“sit down, you have to open them.” rafe looked over his shoulder to you. so you did, sitting in the chair he pulled over. the chair he bought when you told him you felt comfortable to be on camera now. the chair he had customized, despite your reluctance.

you sat, putting your hands in your lap, avoiding looking into the camera. that’s probably weird to do.

user dude finally user reveal!!! user wait chat don’t make a big deal or she’ll never come back user i get why you hid her i would too user prettyyy user hi!!

rafe handed you the box, giving all of his attention to you instead of the viewers. he wanted to make sure you felt as comfortable as possible and not like thousands of people were watching you.

“opening my p.o. mail and someone sent you some crochet items. want to see the note?” your eyes widened, taking in the box. “really? yeah, can i see?” you reached for the note, reading it. your shy disposition faltered slightly at seeing something cute, and it was made for you. you slightly pouted as you read, looking up to rafe. “no way. rafe, this is so sweet.”

rafe bit a smile, nodding. “it is. i said you would like it.”

you looked to the monitor that displayed the chat, trying to catch all of the chats, but they were moving pretty quickly.

user what’s your @ ?? user open it!! user i think the owner is in the chat user yeah, she’s freaking out

“um. . to whoever sent this, thank you. i will for sure check you out. i know i’ll love this,” you looked back down to the package, opening it. inside was one balaclava, a plushie, headphone covers, and a keychain.

you were in awe as you pulled out each item, showing them to the camera. “i have to wear this balaclava, it’s so cute. you know my color palette,” you put it on, looking to rafe. “cute, right?”

he couldn’t hold back his smile now, pulling out his phone to take a picture. “i have to capture this. baby’s first stream and mail.”

user i’m sooo happy for you guys love that really user is it okay if i make fan art of you??

rafe read the chat, grabbing another package, this one smaller than the first two. “if you could draw me, that’d be dope, yeah.” rafe opened it, pulling out two small containers.

user not you! sorry, her

rafe was still frowning at the items, unsure what they were as you read the chat for him. “me?” you pointed a finger to your chest. “that would be awesome, yes it’s okay. you don’t have to!”

rafe was still unaware of the chat, scrunching a brow, and tilting the item up. “are these nails? ohhh, they’re nails.” rafe showed the little containers to you. you gasped, grabbing them. “oh my gosh, these are so cute! i love them,” you examined them both, both sets nail sets you would wear. how did someone know you would like these?

rafe looked to the monitor. “do you guys want me to just leave the stream?” he partially joked, mostly serious.

user yes! user i mean we weren’t going to say it

you shook your head, “no, this is your thing. i’m sure there is stuff for you, of course.” you showed the nails to the camera. “guys, look at how adorable. is your business name somewhere?”

you turned the package around, spotting the name. “pretty and pressed, that’s so cute. i really like these, thank you so much. okay, rafe’s turn. no more me.” you even rolled your chair back a little, putting the attention on him.

rafe rose a brow, pulling your chair back by the armrest, closer to him this time. “right. . on to the next. .” he grabbed a bigger box with wording on the top. “e.l.f.? it’s not christmas time?”

your head swiveled to look at the box. “no, it’s not. .” rafe shrugged, showing the box to you. “yeah, e.l.f. you know them?”

user no way!! user hello? 😭 user not the christmas elf rafe!

“rafe, this is a makeup brand. that can’t be right. .” you didn’t want to accept another gift on a stream that isn’t even yours! “they have products men can use, skincare stuff. i’m sure that’s for you.” you tried to rationalize.

rafe opened the lid, grabbing the note that lied on top. he read aloud, “‘we heard there was a mystery girl that your chat has been going crazy over! no pressure, just let her know we have some items we think she’d love! love, the e.l.f. team,’” rafe read.

user oh she’s getting pr!!

“baby, this is for you! that’s so cool. this is cool, right? i still don’t know who they are.” rafe tried handing the box to you. instead, you sat still, staring it. “there’s stuff you can use in there, right?” you asked.

rafe looked into the box, shaking his head. “no, this looks like makeup.” he tried handing it over again.

you stammered. “but rafe. . this is really cool, yes, and i’m grateful, but where’s your mail? why do i have so much?”

rafe smiled at your upset face. “because they thought exactly what i did when i first saw you. wanted to buy you things before i even talked to you.”

[gwennkoi]

The doors to the throne room opened with a boom as a woman dressed in red-lacquered armor stepped through. She held her flaming sword at the ready and called out, "King Renfrid Bedillion! In the name of the people, our country, and by the righteousness of the Goddess, I have come for your head and the throne!"

The king clapped from their throne in thunderous applause. "Bravo! Yes! That was the entrance I was hoping for! Oh, it was worth the wait."

The warrior stalked forward, peering for hidden assassins and guards, but the chamber appeared empty except for the king and herself. "I will have my vengeance and free this kingdom from your grip. Your guards will never make it in time."

The king laughed to themself, "Oh, of course not. I haven't kept guards in here for years." They stand up and lay their crown onto the throne. "I have left a series of scrolls hidden in a cache beneath the throne. They have information on which nobles I believe to be the most corrupt and are stealing from my-- well, now your--coffers. There are also some recommendations on which members of your new retinue can be trusted."

"You can not talk your way out of this, you vile tyrant. You will die by my hands this day." The woman has reached the steps to the throne and continued with divine purpose.

"Oh, I do hope so. Also, make sure not to keep going with the whole divine mandate to rule thing. I'm certain that's all made up by the church and the nobility as a way to keep the peasantry under their thumb. I had an idea to let everyone help choose who is in charge, but I couldn't figure out how to stop the nobility from rigging it in their favor. I'm sure you'll figure out a way around that. My reports about you say you're quite clever." The king knelt to the ground and offered his neck.

The people's champion raised her sword and stopped. She stood there poised to make her final strike but did nothing until the fury finally drained from her face, and she stayed her blade.

"Why aren't you defending yourself?!" The warrior demanded with irritation taking command of her emotions.

The king looked up into her eyes and gave a sad smile. "Oh, I've been trying to get deposed since before you were born. I've been trying to find a worthy successor, and the prophesy said you'd do the best job of it."

"Why in the Goddess's light would you want to be deposed? Do you not care for your own life? Could you not change the rules of our great nation? Why have you taken steps towards a great revolution?" Her fury was returning, but her sword no longer threatened the king.

"Oh, child, I have no idea what the world looks like beyond these walls. I have no idea what it is like to grow up farming the fields or being threatened by monsters. I am too far separated from the reality of my people. There were other potential deposers I could have offered my neck to, but they had no idea of the true responsibility of leadership and would only have caused turmoil. Now, take your prize." The king once more lowered his head.

"I cannot! You are not the tyrant the church described to me!"

The king looked up and laughed, "Oh, they put you up to this? I hadn't heard. Yeah, don't trust them. They only want more power like my grandfather gave them. They care only about larger cathedrals, larger tithes, and their whims to have royal backing."

The king stood and stretched their arms and legs. They put their hand on the warrior's shoulder and led them down the steps before the throne. "From everything I've gathered about you, young hero, you seem like the type of leader the nation deserves. And now that you have lost that fervor I was depending on, I must make other plans for being properly deposed."

"What do you mean, your majesty?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just sad because I had always liked the artistry of it. Shame." And with that, the king sprinted to the large stained glass window and leapt through it.

The king, after hearing the prophecy about a child fated to depose them, decided to just let the events play out without interfering.

[lacydaydream]

Fancy Eating

╰┈➤ Dean Winchester

Dean Winchester x girlfriend!reader

summary: For the first time in a while, you and Dean have the bunker to yourselves. Unfortunately, Dean can’t keep his hands off you long enough to make sure you don’t burn the gravy.

cw: pretty fluffy! swearing. dean being a lover boy obsessed with his girl. reader does get her butt slapped once. pet names [ sweetheart, my woman ].

estelle yaps: just some domestic fluff to soothe the soul

word count: 830

“That smells friggin’ awesome.” Dean’s gruff voice comes out next to your ear, his chin coming down to rest against your shoulder. The warmth from his body presses against your back, strong form enveloping your backside. He molds himself to you, as if the gods had sculpted your bodies to fit perfectly together. His hands come down to rest against your hips.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips, his stubble scruffing against your cheek. The kitchen light above your head illuminates your workspace. The neat piles of sliced vegetables are on the cutting board, waiting to be dropped into the pot on the stove. Remnants of flour are still freckled on the sleeves of your shirt.

“Pasta?” He questions, tilting his face to take a deep breath of your skin. You smell like something sweet; something familiar; something he spent years searching for. His nose pressed into your skin. The stubble on his chin tickles your neck, leaving your skin tingling. Dean loved these domestic moments. Being pressed up against you while the world around them - and the darkness that lurked around the corner- melted away.

The two of you had the bunker to yourselves for a while. Sam went out to grab groceries- even after your explicit promise of having enough food for dinner. Of course, in usual stubborn Winchester fashion, he had declared there were only ingredients. Nothing to actually make things. You had held your tongue. The possible argument was not worth it.

It was obvious the apple never fell too far from the Winchester tree. Dean was just as stubborn. As soon as the man put his mind to something, it would be like talking to a wall to change his mind. Hell, the man laughed in the face of heaven and its strongest warriors. You’d never met their father, but you had a sneaking suspicion that they were just as stubborn as him.

The bunker halls were quiet, except for the low hum of the tv playing one of Dean’s favorite Old Western films. It was a kind of tranquility that neither of you had known in forever. Perhaps if you close your eyes just long enough, you could pretend to be living a normal life. A life where you and Dean would get up for work and kiss each other goodbye. One that led to the both of you coming home to have a family game night and have cheesy holiday parties.

But your life is full of monster guts, creaky motel beds, and cosmic manipulation.

A soft hand tapping your bum brought you back to the present. Dean grinned into your neck, nuzzling his nose into your skin. He pressed a kiss to your neck. His hand squeezed your buttcheek, his grin widening. “You’re perfect, ya know that?” He whispers into your skin like a prayer, quiet enough for just the two of you to hear.

His hand moves back to your hip, thumb rubbing soft circles over your shirt. Despite his gruffness Dean is always gentle with you. Well, unless you ask for something different.

“Makin’ dinner from scratch.” He mumbles, not even talking to you anymore. Just giving a voice to his inner thoughts. “Keepin’ our asses alive. Shit, sweetheart. I oughta get on my knees and ask for your hand.”

A soft chuckle leaves your lips, dumping the cut vegetables in the sauce pan. “Proposing already?”

When the cutting board finds its place back on the counter, Dean spins you in his hold. His eyes sparkle with affection, a calmness washing over his features. “I really appreciate you, Sweetheart. Need you to know that.”

A fuzzy feeling blossoms in your chest, spreading down to your nerves. Your face heats from his words, the soft tone bringing color to your cheeks. “I know.”

Your lips curl into a smile, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. It’s soft, sweet, and full of adoration. He kisses you back. There’s a thousand words in his kiss, slow and full of appreciation.

When you pull away, a pout turns his mouth upside down. Dean pulls you closer to him again, kissing all around your face. He does so until you’re a laughing mess, pawing at his chest to get him to let up.

“Dean, the gravy!” You grin as he kisses your cheeks, jaw and forehead.

“Just a second. m’lovin’ on my woman.” He mumbles the words between each kiss, hands drifting to settle lovingly against your hips.

The two of you stay like that. Entwined in each other, your arms around his neck and his around your waist. The flood of kisses had slowed. Now, you were just holding each other.

“I love you.” Your words are a soft, gentle truth.

“You’re my world, sweetheart.” He murmurs back, hugging you a little tighter.

“The onions are burning.” You whisper, cracking the moment you were in.

Dean laughs, shaking his head against your shoulder. “Let ‘em. Sam’s coming back with more anyway.”

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

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[hockeyluvrr]

The ‘tooth’ hurts || qh43

masterlist

summary: After getting a wisdom tooth removed (just one, thank you), you’re sore, numb, and a little grumpy—but lucky for you, your boyfriend Quinn is playing nurse for the day.

warnings: mention of medical procedure (wisdom tooth removal), mentions of pain, light teasing, quinn being a loving boyfriend

author’s note: this is a very self indulgent fic. I had one wisdom tooth removed yesterday (I’m in so much pain 😀) and I have to get another one out next friday (it better be healed enough by my birthday istg 😭), but I got inspired to write this because I need this right now ☹️

word count: 1,325

Your face felt like it had been inflated with a bicycle pump, and only on one side.

“Babe,” you said, or tried to say, as the numbness in your top right gums transformed your voice into a slurry of mumbles. “I can’t feel my face.”

From the kitchen, Quinn peeked around his shoulder, holding a glass of water in one hand and a frozen bag of peas in the other. He smirked, but his voice was gentle. “You’re not supposed to feel your face. That’s the point.”

You flopped dramatically onto the couch, limbs spread like a puppet with half the strings cut. “But it’s weeeird,” you whined, pointing to your cheek. “I feel like I’m talking out of only this half of my mouth.”

“That’s because you are.” He walked over and set the water down on the coffee table. The frozen peas followed with a gentle thud. “Here, put this on your cheek before you turn into a chipmunk.”

“I already am a chipmunk.”

“You’re the cutest chipmunk I’ve ever seen.”

You gave him a lopsided scowl, which immediately shifted into a sheepish grin when he leaned in and kissed your forehead.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you mumbled, trying not to laugh. “Because otherwise this would be a very unflattering day.”

Quinn chuckled and settled next to you, looping an arm around your shoulders and tugging you close. “You’re literally puffy on one side and drooling a little. You’re perfect.”

You groaned and buried your face into his hoodie. The comfort of his scent, clean detergent and something slightly woodsy, was enough to soothe some of the low throb in your jaw.

“They only took one,” you murmured into his chest, your words muffled by fabric and facial swelling. “Why does it feel like they pulled my whole face out?”

Quinn ran his fingers through your hair, slow and rhythmic. “Because they numbed just enough to make you miserable but not enough to knock you out and forget it happened.” He paused, tone affectionate but amused. “You were making faces in the car, by the way. Like, really dramatic ones.”

You pulled back to glare at him, at least, as best you could with a puffed-up cheek. “You’re lucky I can’t enunciate right now.”

He gave a faux look of fear. “Oh no, the wrath of the half-frozen girlfriend.”

You reached for a pillow and weakly swatted his leg with it. “Mocking the wounded. You’re evil.”

“Evil,” he repeated, laughing as he took the pillow and placed it behind your back for support. “Want me to list all the things I’ve done for you today, or…?”

You narrowed your eyes.

“Drove you to the clinic. Held your hand in the waiting room. Bought you two different kinds of smoothies. Got this bag of peas when we didn’t have ice packs. Bought you a bunch of cans of your favourite soup. Oh and I got you jelly.”

You cut him off with a grunt and pressed the peas to your cheek. “Okay, okay. You’re the best boyfriend in the history of boyfriends. Happy?”

He smiled, clearly satisfied. “Very.”

⸻

An hour passed in a quiet lull, with a cooking show playing at low volume while you dozed against his shoulder, the painkillers dulling everything into a fog. Quinn barely moved, keeping still so you could rest, only shifting occasionally to check the swelling or re-secure the peas against your cheek.

At one point, you stirred and blinked at him blearily.

“Did you see them take it out?” you asked, voice still slurred, but less so now.

He shook his head. “No, they wouldn’t let me back there. I tried though.”

“Scared you’d faint?”

“Please,” he scoffed. “I’ve seen broken noses and lost teeth on the ice. I think I can handle you getting one little molar pulled.”

You poked him weakly in the ribs. “Still think you’d pass out.”

Quinn leaned in close, eyes playful. “Only if you started crying. That would wreck me.”

You smiled, touched in spite of yourself. “I didn’t cry.”

“I know. You were very brave, baby.”

⸻

Later, he helped you into the bathroom to brush your teeth—very carefully—making sure you didn’t poke the sore spot. He even read the post-care instructions twice, despite your protests that you could take care of yourself.

“I don’t want a dry socket,” he said grimly, holding up the little aftercare pamphlet. “This sounds like actual horror.”

“You’re not the one with a hole in your mouth,” you muttered, spitting delicately into the sink.

“Yeah, but I am the one watching you like a hawk.”

“You’re obsessed.”

“I’m concerned.”

“You’re obsessed.”

He kissed your temple. “With you? Obviously.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder and gave a small sigh. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” His arm wrapped around your waist and held you close for a beat longer. “Even when you’re drooling in your sleep.”

Your head snapped up. “Did I—?!”

“Oh yeah. Little puddle. Right there.” He pointed to the blanket.

You groaned again and shuffled back to the couch in shame. “Kill me.”

He laughed, bringing over a clean blanket. “Nah. I think I’ll keep you.”

⸻

By the evening, the numbness had mostly worn off, replaced by a dull ache and a very prominent swelling that made your cheek look like you were storing a walnut for later.

“Don’t touch it,” Quinn warned, seeing your fingers drift toward your jaw.

“It’s so round,” you protested. “I look like I lost a boxing match.”

“You look adorable.”

“You’re biased.”

“Damn right I am.”

He helped you curl up with your head in his lap, absentmindedly stroking your hair while you nursed a lukewarm smoothie and watched him scroll on his phone.

“Are you going to baby me like this if I ever get the other ones out?”

He tilted his head, pretending to think. “Depends. Will you let me record you next time?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Absolutely not.”

He grinned. “Then I guess I’ll have to settle for just doting on you.”

“Ugh,” you grumbled, snuggling closer. “Gross. Who raised you to be this sweet?”

“My mom,” he said, without hesitation. “She says if you love someone, you take care of them. Even if they’re cranky and drooling and threatening to stab you with a toothbrush.”

You snorted. “I didn’t threaten you.”

“You waved it in my direction pretty aggressively.”

“I was making a point.”

“A sharp one.”

You laughed, then winced. “Ow. Okay, no more jokes. My jaw hates joy.”

Quinn leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “Okay. I’ll be tragically serious from now on.”

“You’re still a dork.”

“Even dorks can be good nurses.”

“You’re not a nurse. You’re a hockey player.”

“Same thing. We both deal with broken teeth.”

⸻

By bedtime, the pain had settled into something manageable. Quinn helped you brush your teeth one more time, carefully avoiding the tender area, then tucked you into bed with an extra pillow to keep your head elevated. You looked up at him from beneath the comforter, cheek puffed, hair messy, eyes sleepy.

“You sure you don’t mind this?” you asked softly.

He reached down and brushed a thumb gently across your cheek on the non-swollen side. “Taking care of you?”

You nodded.

“Babe,” he said, voice warm and sure, “I’d do this a hundred times. You took care of me all last season when I was dealing with that weird oblique injury crap. It’s not even a question.”

You reached for his hand and laced your fingers with his. “Okay. But next time, I get to baby you.”

“Deal.”

He leaned down and kissed you gently, carefully avoiding your right cheek.

“Goodnight, chipmunk.”

You glared at him as best you could, even as your eyes drifted shut.

“Love you,” you mumbled.

“Love you more.”

And with that, you let sleep pull you under—safe, sore, and completely wrapped in Quinn’s quiet devotion.

[bahngarang]

kitten heels and cherry kisses

pairing: bf!seungmin x fem!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 732

cw: slight bleeding

masterlist ♡ based on this ask | ty for my first request ! 🩷

a/n: thx 4 being patient ik it's been a while 💀

it had been a weeks – months, even – since seungmin and yn had had a proper date. yapping to each other over reheated leftovers was fine and all, sometimes even preferred, but... it got to a point where yn wanted something scheduled. where she could dress up a little.

which was how they ended up here. walking back from the restaurant a few blocks away from their apartment complex, as yn attempted to ignore the pain of her blisters rubbing up against her shoes every time she took a step.

it was her own fault, really. she really should have known to break them in before she had worn them out for hours on a date. but, yn had reasoned to herself, they were only kitten heels, and they just went so well with that dress she wanted to wear... she'd thought it would be worth it. 

that was until she was wincing at every pace, trying to work out how much further away her apartment was, how long before she could rip those stupid shoes off. her heels hurt, her ankles hurt, and all yn wanted to do was get home, sink into the couch and put her feet up.

seungmin noticed, of course. he always did.

"are you okay?" he asked softly, squeezing yn's hand in his. it wasn't really a question. he knew something was wrong.

there was no point in denying it. "my feet are killing me," yn complained quietly. the feeling of the slingback rubbing against her heel was uncomfortably grating. 

"i told you not to wear them," seungmin murmured pointedly, rolling his eyes.

yn scoffed, rolling her eyes right back at him exaggeratedly. so maybe she should have listened to his warning this time and chosen the comfortable shoes. she didn't have to admit it.

seungmin's eyes flicked down to her feet, and he pursed his lips, stopping yn in her stride. "you're bleeding."

"oh."

"stubborn ass," he murmured in exasperation, kissing the back of his teeth. there was a quiet pause, only broken by a slight breeze picking up around the two of them, brushing the strands of seungmin's hair off his forehead. "i'll carry you home."

a soft giggle erupted from yn's throat, echoing in the empty street. "you? carry me? seung, i love you, but... you're a little..." she gestured vaguely at his figure. "twiggy."

"i work out... sometimes."

"truly inspiring. i'm still not sure i trust you to hold me up."

"just let me try, idiot. i'm not letting you walk back when your feet are injured."

"never knew you were such a bleeding heart, babe," yn teased, gently poking his side.

"shut up." seungmin kneeled down, undoing the straps of her heels and helped her out of the uncomfortable shoes, her bare feet hitting the pavement. glancing between them and her feet, he narrowed his eyes, turning one in his hand to read the size. "these are too small for you."

"i ordered the right size!" yn protested.

"well, they clearly don't fit." he stood, the pair slung over one hand. "now, are you going to let me help you?"

"... i suppose..."

reluctantly, she allowed him to pick her up, and, surprisingly, he held her weight relatively easily, one arm supporting her back, and the other hooked under her knees in a princess carry. despite being built like a string bean, it seemed that he did have some strength hiding in his lanky arms. who knew?

"told you I could," seungmin murmured as he carried yn back home. "maybe you should believe in me more."

"oh, yeah, because I never support you in anything you do," yn countered sarcastically, wrapping her arms around his neck for more stability.

"shut up," he repeated playfully, silencing any further protests with a soft peck on yn's lips. they were soft, and tasted like the dessert he'd been eating only half an hour before – that, and cherries.

"you stole my lip balm," yn grumbled, although, there wasn't any heat behind the accusation. it wasn't like she really minded.

"mhm," seungmin hummed in response, pressing another kiss to her nose as a cheeky smile crossed his face.

"you're lucky you're cute."

a few weeks later, yn found a pair of heels on the kitchen table, exactly the same as the ones that had hurt her feet the other night – only, they were the right size this time.

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[hyunjincanraptoo]

Husband material- S.MG

This is for my sweet @lov3lycosmos hihi 🤭 tysm for the fic you wrote for me. I made this as a thank you gift, hope you enjoy it.

Word count: 1.0k

Warnings: none

Pairing: single mom! reader x Princess Minky 😂

Alexa, play Royalty by Enhypen

You weren’t even sure why you asked. Maybe it was the way Mingi’s face lit up whenever he saw kids on the street, or how he always greeted your daughter like she was her own person, not just a shadow trailing behind you.

“Are you sure you can handle her for a few hours?”

He blinked at you, like you’d just asked whether the sky was blue, “Yeah? We’re probably the same mental age anyway”

You laughed, the sound was light but with a hint of uncertainty.

“We’ll be fine” he had said with a shrug and that easy grin that somehow made everything seem possible.

And somehow, despite the nerves, you believed him.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

By 11:20 am Nabi had dragged every single pillow to the living room, her arms barely able to carry more than two at once, but she was determined nonetheless. Mingi joined equally chaotic, helping her tie a pink blanket around her shoulders like a royal cape. He was seated cross legged on the floor with a glittery tiara sliding off his head that Nabi placed on him with all the seriousness in the world.

“You must dress like a prince if you're going to be one”, she had said, hands on her hips like she ran the whole living room. Or better, the whole kingdom.

“Should I wear earrings too?”, he asked, playing along.

Nabi nodded, as if the answer was obvious, “Yes. But they’re clip ons because mommy said real piercings hurt”

Just like that, Song Mingi— six feet tall, with his bleached hair tousled and his undeniable charm intact— allowed her to clip two glittering earrings on his ears. They hung like giant candy drops, making him wince once, but he didn’t say a word.

“Do I look good?”, he asked, tilting his head lightly

Nabi looked at him and nodded with conviction, “You look beautiful”

At 12 pm sharp, the tea party began.

They sat together at Nabi’s tiny pink plastic table, surrounded by colorful teacups, a flowery teapot, and apple juice that stood in for “tea”, filling the room with cheerful giggles. Mingi exaggeratedly sipped with his pinky up like a nobleman, which made Nabi giggle so hard she had to put her cup down to keep from spilling it.

“Sir Mingi”, she announced, “you’re very good at tea parties”

He set his cup down, face straight, “I’ve trained in the mountains”

She gasped, “Really?!”

Mingi nodded, “Under the grand master of plush toys”

Her mouth dropped open, “Wow… that’s so cool”

Three rounds of tea and at least eight smores later, Nabi had declared him an official knight of the castle. Mingi never broke character, even once, not even when she made him bow to her teddy bear and kiss its tiny paw.

By 1:10 pm, they were sitting on the floor again, with nail polish containers scattered between them.

“Now we do nails”, Nabi declared, “Mommy always does mine after tea. But sometimes she lets me do hers too”

Mingi held out both hands without hesitation, “Let’s go, then”

She painted his nails first, her tiny fingers gripped around the brush, her tongue peeking out in concentration. The glitter polish went on thick but he didn't move, not even when she got some on his knuckle or her own shirt. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him like she’d created a masterpiece.

When it was his turn, he leaned in and whispered, “Rainbow style”, carefully painting one nail red, another orange, one yellow, green, then blue, and finally purple.

Nabi giggled with delight, her legs bouncing excitedly beneath the table.

“That’s so pretty! You’re really good at nails too!”

He winked, “I trained for that in the jungle”

After nails, Nabi pulled Mingi to the pillow fort.

“Every princess needs a nap after tea”, she yawned, curling up on his side, “I’m just gonna close my eyes for a second...”

Mingi didn’t move. He stayed there, holding still as her breathing deepened. He didn’t shift when she drooled a little on his shirt, or when his arm began to tingle with numbness. He just smiled, watching her sleep until his own eyes drifted shut, too.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

When you came home, the living room looked like the morning after a sleepover— glitter nail polish on the rug, cracker crumbs on the couch, and a tangle of pink blankets discarded near the front door.

But you didn’t pay attention to any of that.

Your attention was drawn to Mingi, lying beneath a fort made of couch cushions and blankets, wearing a tiara and two plastic earrings with Nabi asleep on his chest. His eyes were closed but one arm stayed curled protectively around her, holding her like she was something delicate and priceless.

Your heart nearly melted. You didn’t move, didn’t speak.

Not until Mingi opened one eye, groggy and smiley.

“She's completely knocked out”, he whispered, “We had a royal tea party and everything”

You knelt beside them, brushing hair off Nabi’s little face, “I can see that. She loves you, you know?”

“I know” he murmured. His eyes softened as they looked down at her, “She caught me sneaking out that morning, remember?”

You laughed, “She still brings it up. She tells everyone ‘mommy’s boyfriend is a ninja’ ”

Mingi chuckled, “She has the power of making everything feel magical. Kind of like her mom”

You turned to him, “She also has a prince who builds castles and drinks tea wearing a tiara”

He tilted his head, still holding Nabi gently, “Does that mean I’m allowed to stay in the kingdom?”

Your hand found his, fingers lacing without hesitation. You leaned in, pressing a kiss on his lips

“You’ve already been knighted, Sir Mingi. The crown’s yours if you want it”

His hand curled around yours, careful not to wake the sleeping girl between you, and he smiled like he already knew— he wasn’t going anywhere.

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[rosiesweets]

and i'd give myself to you (every time) - prologue

pazzi bachelorette au - bachelorette!azzi x wnba!paige

a/n: hi! this is my very first blog post and my first creative writing in a long time. i've been quietly reading through the wonderful pazzi fics on here and finally found the courage to post what i've been cooking in my little brain. reminder that paige and azzi are real people with real lives. this is a work of fiction not at all representative of who they are as people. i don't have this fic fully planned out yet, really this is for me as i journey through writing for fun and celebrating sapphic love. please share with me (gently) your thoughts. i'll probably come back to reedit this again at some point. i think this is going to be lots of fun!

fiji - last summer

azzi knew as she sat in the limo on the last day of filming that she was going to get dumped that day. the feeling of the impending rejection sat heavy her chest, like a breath held a moment too long.

james wasn’t going to pick her. wasn’t going fall to one knee, open the small velvet box with a ring he picked just for her and ask her to spend forever with him.

no, that scene was for darcy. the sweetest southern belle you’ve ever met. perfect blonde curls, sweetest blue eyes, with cheeks permanently baby pink at the apple. and really, azzi was happy for her, happy for james - happy for them. she knew she wasn’t right for james, that he wasn’t right for her. but the feeling still stung. still brought wetness to her eyes and hiccups in her throat. because while azzi knew she didn’t want a life with james, part of her wanted the feeling she knew darcy would get later. not the just the euphoria of finding her soulmate, but the relief. the knowledge that it was all over. that was it worth it. the reward for putting herself out there, living with twenty instagram models that reminded her she should probably eat less and workout more, and cracking herself open to james on live television, showing him (and america) who she was.

but in the end - she fell flat. she made it so close, just to end up like the girls on the first night - alone again. back to her life, now just with millions of americans watching her journey of being good, just not good enough. of always being an almost. she wanted to tell the car to just turn around. to not put her through this public humiliation ritual she didn’t know she was signing up for six months ago.

ultimately though, she was still azzi. a girl pouring out with grace and love without even really trying. so she got out of the limo, held james’ hands, looked him in the eyes and made it through her ever gracious courteous loser speech. she told him she knew it wasn’t her, she wished him and darcy nothing but the best, and that she would look back on their time together with nothing but affection. then she turned around on her kitten heel and made it back to limo just to time to not sob in front of him.

she felt the camera zoom in as she gasped through each cry. god this was embarrassing. maybe she could convince her job to let her work out of her parent’s basement in maryland for the next few months between the bachelor and love island. where people would forget who she was in lieu of whatever was going on in casa amore. really it was just copy editing, why does she need to be in person for that? maybe she can convince her best friend jana to hole with up her to so she’ll have someone to talk to. she’ll get a pet fish. she’ll delete her socials. maybe find yoga in the way white women who end up thirty and unmarried in midwestern cities do. all full of spiritual healing and cultural appropriation. yeah that sounded like a plan.

bachelorette mansion, la, present day

so turns out while azzi thought she was going through the most humiliating eleven week act a woman could be put through in modern day, america was falling in love with her. caroline, her favorite producer, told her as much one day in a dc coffee shop. that america was obsessed and in love with her. not just with her doe eyes and deep dimples. but her softness. her laugh. the way she threw herself unabashedly into the obstacle course challenge, getting mud caked into her curls and on her clothes. how she cradled sara while she cried about missing home. how she opened up to james about being bisexual. how clearly she led with her heart. that america wanted, no demanded, she be the next bachelorette. (azzi is also incredibly beautiful, that is actually probably the majority of why abc wanted her as he next bachelorette, but obviously caroline can’t just say that).

so here she is, standing in a stunning lavendar gown, about to meet fifteen men and fifteen women who will lie to her face and tell her they’re here for the right reasons. when everyone knows full well they signed up before they even knew azzi was going to be the bachlorette.

but the thing about azzi is that through it all, through everything she’s been through, she’s still a romantic at heart. she knows most of these people are here to grow their instagram following and maybe get a chance to kiss a pretty girl. but maybe, just maybe, she’ll meet someone that makes her heart sing and her brain quiet. that one of these thirty people will hold her hand at the end of this and she’ll just know. she’ll know the way she knew tim was her dad. the way jana would be her maid of honor. the way jon and jose were her bothers. azzi knows love. knows the way it sits in her bones and on her skin for the people she’s already found.

so she plasters on her hollywood smile, tucks a curl behind her ear, and lets the hope in her heart grow.

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💞 — Confession.

RELATIONSHIP: Phainon x Reader

SUMMARY: It was intimidating to be peers with a Chrysos Heir, but Phainon was easy to like. Easy to form a crush on. But, not easy to confess to.

A/N: I hope your Phainon pulls were lucky and blessed!

Being surrounded by Chrysos Heirs in the Grove of Epiphany was quite overwhelming. All (Name) was trying to do was study, but it was often hard to focus with the shenanigans occurring within the Nousporists. 

The arbiter of most of those shenanigans was Phainon of Aedes Elysia. (Name) watched him from a distance most days, both from being in a different school and being intimidated by someone so important, and concluded that Phainon was a curious man. His towering stature and strong build betrayed the fact that he was an exceptional student, capable of impressing even Professor Anaxagoras. And for someone with so much weight on his shoulders, (Name) was surprised to learn that Phainon was friendly and personable.

“Is this seat taken?”

(Name) looked up from their textbook and their eyes widened to see Phainon standing next to them. They looked around at the crowded library before finally understanding that Phainon was talking to them, and not someone else nearby.

Their voice caught in their throat. “N- No.”

Phainon beamed and took the open chair next to (Name). He dropped his well-worn textbook onto the table, but his attention was put anywhere but the words on the page. 

“Are you an Erythrokeramist?” Phainon’s voice startled (Name) again. Professors were really the only people to call on (Name) and they weren’t used to such attention. Let alone from a Chrysos heir. (Name) nodded and shrunk further into their chair when Phainon leaned closer to take a peek at their textbook. “Tell me more? Erythrokeramists and Nousporists both deal with the soul, after all. It may help my own studies!”

Quite a fancy way to procrastinate, but with the way Phainon was smiling at them, (Name) couldn’t find it in their heart to refuse. They started with the basics of Erythrokeramist theory and the role of creation in wisdom, then half an hour had passed with Phainon succeeding in getting (Name) to talk about the intricacies of how art was an extension of the mind, body, and soul. 

The bells chimed and scholars and students alike began to filter out of the room, and (Name) shut up in an instant. Time passed so quickly when Phainon happily asked questions and indulged in (Name)’s favorite topics with genuine interest.

They covered their mouth and muttered, “I didn’t realize I was talking for so long…”

“Don’t worry about it!” Phainon tucked his neglected textbook under his arm and pushed his chair back in. “It was a very enlightening conversation. We should continue it another time, and I can tell you about some Nousporist theory. Deal?”

He held out his hand in all his radiant splendor. (Name) couldn’t quite meet his eyes, but they hesitantly reciprocated the handshake. Phainon’s hand was calloused but warm, and he grasped (Name)’s hand with more affection than someone should muster for a stranger.

“Deal…”

And Phainon made good on that deal. It wasn’t everyday, but he would show up once or twice a week to ask about (Name)’s most recent studies. It took some time to get comfortable, but (Name) eventually gained the courage to ask Phainon about his own endeavors. The conversations rarely centered around actual Nousporist theory, though; Phainon liked talking about his debates with Professor Anaxagoras that could turn into sparring matches (which was not something common within the Grove, but seemed to happen to Phainon quite often). He liked talking about what he made for lunch and interesting novels he was reading. 

A few times, he described Aedes Elysia to (Name) with a wistful look in his eyes. Phainon’s memories of home were vivid and laced with remorse for a place he could no longer return to, and (Name) wrote everything he said down in their notebook, trying to imagine what it used to look like.

When more time passed in this arrangement, (Name) found themself watching Phainon from a distance— the same as they always used to, before Phainon was even aware of their existence. The difference now, though, was that their gaze softened when they saw Phainon talking with their peers. They smiled when Phainon was animatedly arguing with Professor Anaxagoras. And their face bloomed with flames whenever Phainon noticed (Name) down the hall and waved.

Those blasted feelings! Just the thought of him made (Name)’s heart flutter— and they felt like a fool! It was unbecoming of a scholar to lose their composure to the point that it made it difficult to focus on their studies. (Name)’s notebook was neglected as they anxiously awaited their usual meeting with Phainon.

The sound of footsteps behind them nearly gave (Name) a heart attack, despite this being a routine. Peeking over their shoulder, they made eye contact with Phainon as he walked toward them. (Name) quickly focused their gaze on the desk, Phainon’s expression too bright to stand.

Phainon seemed to pay no mind. He took his usual seat and, for once, eagerly opened his textbook. “I think our discussion on transformation will excite you. It falls in line with what you told me about the question of the body being a vessel for change!”

(Name) thought they had composed themself well, but when their hand grazed their face, they felt their burning skin. Why was the room so warm? Were they sweating? Did Phainon notice? Was he being polite? There was nothing more unbearable to a scholar than not knowing.

He started talking about how the body could constrain the soul and brought out all his notes to explain, and (Name) was much too embarrassed to admit they weren’t processing any of it. Not with Phainon’s shoulder resting against (Name)’s after he scooted his chair closer.

They bounced their leg and it brushed against Phainon’s. How could he stand to so close? (Name) couldn’t take more and turned their whole body away from him.

“(Name)? Are you alright?” Their move backfired, because Phainon’s hand moved to rest on (Name)’s upper back. Any more of this, and they were going to combust. It would be a worthy event for future generations to study.

Continuing like this was too painful. True academics face problems head on, even if the problem made crawling into a hole and dying seem like a better option. With courage (Name) didn’t know they possessed, they looked over their shoulder. “I… have something I should tell you.”

Phainon tilted his head with a worried expression, yet the look was welcoming and warm as it always was. With a wary smile, Phainon rubbed circles into (Name)’s shoulder blade, completely unaware that he was contributing to (Name)’s agony. “Is that so? Well, I’m always here to listen to anything you’d like to say.”

(Name) opened their mouth, but nothing came out. How does anyone do this? Writing and reading was where (Name)’s communication skills layed, with speaking far behind. Should they explain themself? Ask Phainon how he felt? Thinking only complicated things, so (Name) forced out the simplest words.

“I really like you!”

It went silent after their exclamation, and they felt their heart drop into their stomach in fear of how Phainon would react. What if he didn’t share mutual feelings? That was the worst possible outcome, and in their fear, (Name) assumed it was the most likely. In an act of bravery and anxiety, (Name) finally looked up to gauge Phainon’s reaction.

Phainon looked confused, but unsurprised. His next words were somehow worse than (Name)’s hypothesis. “Oh? I’m quite fond of you, too. I’m glad we’re able to study together.”

For a scholar, Phainon might have been a bit oblivious.

masterlists.

[steddieas-shegoes]

kaboom

for @steddieholidaydrabbles popup event prompt 'fireworks'

rated t | 896 words | cw: injury | tags: fireworks, established relationship, hurt/comfort, steve has ptsd

also on ao3

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Steve doesn’t like fireworks, but at least he’s over the sheer panic he used to feel every time they went off. He usually stays inside when they happen, has music playing as a distraction. Last year, he managed to sit outside while Dustin and Mike set off a few small ones in his backyard.

This year, Eddie’s insisting on putting on a whole show. There’s not enough people in town to care about their illegal fireworks, and even if there were, Hopper would write it off. He made them swear they’d be careful and Eddie grinned as he held out his pinky and said he’d only explode things in an open space.

He’s timed everything to music. Steve is in charge of pressing play at the right time and switching tapes at Eddie’s cue. They practice with Eddie making loud explosion sounds and Steve manages to get it mostly right.

The kids are all sitting on towels in the yard, waiting for the show. All the adults are standing by the house, just in case they need to call 911 to put out a fire. Steve is watching Eddie walk through his set up one more time to make sure he has everything in the right place.

When it starts, everything is perfect. The kids clap and cheer. Even Hopper smiles and pulls Joyce close to him as they admire the first set of shimmering explosions.

Even the first song transition goes well, and Eddie gives him a wink and blows him a kiss. Steve rolls his eyes but pretends to catch it and holds it to his chest, just like he always does.

And then Eddie lights the second set.

It’s fine for the first second. Everything seems normal.

And then a loud pop echoes around them and Eddie yells out.

“Fuck!”

Steve stops the music immediately. No one else seems to think anything bad’s happened, but Steve knows that voice, that tone.

He hears it in nightmares: the pained yelp that comes just before too much blood and no help and-

“Eddie!” Max’s voice startles Steve from his panic. She’s standing, but El pulls her back down as Hopper rushes over to Eddie.

He’s watching Hopper check him over, frozen to his spot on the ground. He wants to move, wants to help. Whatever is happening can’t be good for Eddie to risk his show.

“He’s okay,” Joyce is saying quietly in his ear, her hand rubbing his back. “Burned his hand. The firework was faulty. He’s gonna be fine.”

He nods, but he still feels paralyzed.

At some point in the last year, he’s gotten comfortable. He hasn’t had to rush to defend his loved ones since El saved them all. The nail bat is so far back in his closet, he doesn’t even know if he can get to it.

But a nail bat won’t protect Eddie from a faulty firework. He knows that, but he’s still wracked with guilt.

“Steve. Baby.” Steve looks up to see Eddie holding a cold beer can to his hand. “I should probably get some ointment on the blisters and get a real ice pack. Can you help?”

“Yeah,” Steve chokes out. “Sorry. I can help.”

Hopper is standing just behind Eddie, giving him a sad smile. As Steve stands to accompany Eddie inside, he hears him telling the kids the show is over, but there’s plenty more popsicles and sodas to indulge in.

Once they’re in the bathroom, alone, Eddie kisses him softly.

“I’m okay,” he reassures. “Gonna leave a nasty scar on my thumb, but I don’t think another scar is gonna make much of a difference.”

Steve nods as he pulls out his first aid kit. He’s used to cleaning up blood, or icing a bruise, or pulling a stinger out of a hand or arm. This is different and he’s going in a little blind.

Eddie takes the ointment from the kit and holds it out to Steve. “This first. Use more than you think you should.”

“You seem to know a lot about how to handle burns,” Steve says as he does what Eddie told him to do. He still feels a little like he’s just going through the motions, but at least he can help. “Do this often?”

“Used to play with matches and lighters a lot as a kid. Nothing serious ever happened, but Wayne was usually at work so I had to figure it out.” Eddie hisses when Steve rubs along the edges of the blister. “This may be the worst one. Now gauze and wrap it tight.”

Eddie winces as Steve finishes up.

He kisses his hand gently, then shakes his head.

“Maybe we leave the fireworks to the professionals next year?” Steve asks him.

“But my show was gonna be so good!” Eddie stomps his foot. “I just have to check them all better first. This was a freak accident. Won’t happen again.”

Steve raises his brow and lets out a breath. “I don’t think I want you to risk it. You wanna go have a popsicle?”

Eddie smirks. “You just wanna see me licking something.”

Steve shrugs. “I’d love a distraction from what just happened and nothing gets me more distracted than your tongue.”

“Fine, but only if I get to use my tongue on you later,” Eddie winks and shuffles out of the bathroom.

[girliism]

trailer park trash!patrick x trailer park princess!reader

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july fourth.

hot dogs, fireworks, and bikinis. there’s no holiday that this trailer park lot loved more.

it was a time where everyone dropped whatever beef they had with one another and gathered over at their landlords house for a barbecue, water balloons and guns fight, and a fireworks show when the sun went down.

patrick hated coming to this thing early. there was nothing to do besides sit around and engage in meaningless conversations, but you insisted. so he was here under the hot sun nursing a cold beer with his eyes on you, watching as you helped tie up water balloons.

you tried multiple time to get him to join in on the water fight, but he just shook his head sending you off with a kiss on the back of your hand. then you tried again when night fell and everyone was running away with sparklers. “pat!” you collapsed out of breath on your knees next to where patrick was sitting in a lawn chair. “come play with the sparklers with me.” again he shook his head. “i’m talking right now. i’ll join you later.” a lie and an empty promise, but you don’t press him knowing he’s already pushing his social limits by being here. “okay.” you pout.

patrick was more than content just. sitting there while some neighbor of his talked his ear off about home renovations, because he had you in his eye line. you still had your bikini top from earlier on, and patrick was hyper focused on the bounce of your tits in them as you ran around. a steadily growing bulge in his shorts.

“tired baby?” patrick asked, when you came back just as out of breath as before. you found a seat in his lap and put your face in his neck. you could smell the cigarette smoke mixed with the cologne you bought him. “mhm.” you hummed, sitting there with patrick’s hand rubbing up and down your back. the longer you sat there the harder it was to ignore the tent in patrick’s pants.

“patrick?” your voice was small.

“yeah?”

“want you.” you whispered in his ear. there wasn’t an immediate answer, but you felt his fingers press harder against the skin of your waist. “what about the fireworks?” you know, the whole reasons the two of you were even here. you quickly looked around, some people were still eating, and it looked like the fireworks wouldn’t start for a while. “we can be quick.”

patrick went quiet, thinking.

“shit, i think i left my lamp on. light bill is gonna be crazy.“ patrick said to the man next to him, standing up while pushing you to as well. “if you’ll be excused me.” you both bid him goodbye making your way towards patrick’s trailer home.

“i think i left my lamp on, really?”

“you had a better excuse?”

your laughs echoed.

when you got closer to patrick’s house he rushed up in front of you, pulling and pinning you to the side of his trailer. “fucking finally.” patrick muttered before kissing you. patrick held the side of your face, his tongue meeting yours. “had me out here all day. teasing me.” you shook your head. “wasn’t teasing you.” patrick pulled back to look at you. “pulling you shorts up higher, bending over unnecessarily slow, dropping water all over you tits. you’re not very slick baby.” you couldn’t even defend yourself because you in fact did do all those things for his attention.

“was hard all day watching you.” he leaned forward bumping your noses together. you thought his lips were making their to meet yours again, but they ghosted past and hit your neck.

warm, wet kisses moved up and down your throat. you pushed your hips into patrick’s. grinding the front of your shots against his clothed cock. “are you going to do something about it?” you felt him pause, then you felt his hand yank the triangles of your top to the side freeing your breast. immediately your nipples pebbles from the cold, and patrick wraps his lips around one.

small sighed pants comes from you as patrick switches back and front going from nipple to nipple, sucking, biting, licking. his fingers travel down your stomach stopping at the waistline of your jean shorts. when patrick unbuttoned your shorts you snapped out of your lust induced haze, and stopped him.

“wait, we’re outside.” patrick look at you and shrugged. “so, we’re so far away no one will even see us. all you have to do is stay quiet.” he finished unzipping your pants then turned you around so your back was to his front. “can you do that for me? can you stay quiet.” his breath was hot against your ear, and you mindlessly nodded. a few simple touches and you’re ready to do anything for him.

patrick eased his hand down into your shorts. his fingers instantly being met with the wet mess in your panties. “fuck, you’re this soaked just from some kisses.” he mocked you, pushing two fingers in with no warning.

“patrick!” you whined. you tried to keep your sounds at bay, but patrick’s thick fingers were curling up in all the right places. “fuck, close, so close.” then his touch was gone. his fingers no longer hitting your g-spot. instead your shorts and underwear were yanked down to your ankles.

“can’t cum yet, haven’t even had my cock.” patrick spoke from behind you. his whole hand covered your cunt as he collected the mess there to stroke on his dick.

both of you let out matching moans when patrick entered you, bottoming out. “god, you feel amazing.” patrick gripped your waist as an anchor before pulling out to push back in. “perfect pussy.” you moan at his complements and from the drag of his cock moving in and out of you at a fast steady pace.

“so big” you slur, as if you haven’t had him in you hundreds of times. “can feel you everywhere—fuck harder—”

grunts and whines paired with the wet squelching sound of patrick’s cock moving in your pussy wasn’t subtle. anyone walking past would hear, but that only made it hotter for patrick, and secretly you as well, as you voice subconsciously got loud at the sound of someone walking a little to close to the two of you.

“you little slut.” patrick took notice, snaking a hand from waist up to grip hard at your breast. “want them to hear you, don’t you? want them to hear you getting fucked so well?” you nodded in a daze. “go on say it, say who’s fucking out in the open so good.” his hips were thrusting faster, the tip of his dick kissing your soft spot.

“fuck, you— you’re fucking me so good.”

“say my name.”

his voice was rough and you could’ve cum from the command alone.

“p-patrick!” you moaned, the footsteps got closer.

“louder.” his free hand slipped down to rub fast circles on your clit. your eyes rolled back, and your voice got stuck in your throat. “don’t get quiet yet you’re so close, can feel you squeezing my cock.”

the knot in you belly was tightening and the footsteps crunching against the grass was even closer now.

“oh god, patrick! gonna cum!”

before the person could round the corner someone in the distance yelled “fireworks!” and a loud boom went off drawing them away.

patrick lean down to kiss the side of your neck and jaw, mumbling into your skin. “cum for me, baby.”

in an instant your body tensed up and orgasm hit at the same time the next firework went off. your let out strings of curses and moans. a few more hard thrust from patrick and then he stopped moving, his hands tightening around you and low groans echoing in your ear.

“do you wanna go back?” patrick asked, after a while. you answered with a shake of your head, and patrick pulled out slowly. moving pull your shorts back up.

the fireworks continued to go on as you and patrick made your back into his trailer.

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[zyettemoon1800]

Saja Boys reacting to you getting your nipples pierced

This is mostly a self-indulge hc for me. I just got my done yesterday and I feel like I'm going through it. If you have any tips to make the pain go away or may them heal faster, PLEASE let me know.

For almost a year, you have been saying that you were going to get your nips pierced, but you were kind of scared because it is a needle going through you. You and your friend were going to go get it done together, but she chickened out and you didn't want to do it by yourself. When you came back home sad, your boy was circling you asking what was wrong. After telling him, he decided to take you the following day to go get them done.

Romance

He was more excited about the piercings than you are

He took you to the store to get some piercings and doesn't mind buying a large amount of them. Even when you tell him that you have to keep the same pair in for like a year, he will just shush you and pay for them

When it was time to get them done, he is right there holding your hand the entire time.

If he sees you getting nervous about the needle, he will try to take your mind off of it by talking to you about some random things

He is about ready to cry when you squealed in pain as you closed your eyes tight

After it was all done, he carried you away whispering sweet nothings into your ear

Baby

He decided to get his nipples done with you and even made a bet with you over who would cry or scream first

He will take you shopping to get matching sets

When it is time to get them done, you go first, and because you didn't want to lose the bet, you just squeeze his hand and hold your breath. After it was done, you took some deep breaths and swiped the sweat from your forehead.

Since you did okay, Baby thought that it would be pretty easy for him. However, as soon as that needle entered him, he was cussing and gripping the hell out of your hand

Needless to say, you won the bet and had to cuddle him when you both got home

Jinu

He had already planned everything out and prepared.

Since he didn't want you to go through a lot of pain, he does transfer most of it to himself without you knowing

You knew your pain tolerance was okay, but the piercing didn't hurt at all. You look over at Jinu to ask him how they look, only to be met with a silent crying Jinu who is smiling and telling you they look perfect

Abby

He already has one, and he said that it wasn't so bad, saying, "It's like someone pinching you on the nipples.

Y'all bought the jewelry at the piercing shop to be sure that they are authentic

As you were waiting, he was gassing you up, talking about how you got this and it won't hurt at all

And you believed him until the needle went through your skin and all the color drained from your face

While you were stunned, the piercer quickly did the other one and cleaned you up

Abs carefully held in his arms as he called your name, though you remained silent

The piercer handed him an ice pack to put on you and told him to stay in here with you until you came too

He never downplayed anything again

Mystery

He has watched videos and reactions from people getting their nipples pierced, and he doesn't want you to go through the same pain because he would kill the piercer.

And since he made his own piercings appear without any help, he wants to do the same thing with you

He will want you to show him a picture of the jewelry you want and ask you to lay shirtless on the bed

He will mutter something as his hands hover over your boobs as the piercing suddenly appear on your nipples already healed and painless.

[maxinehufflepuffprincess]

Once Upon a Dream

Lee Felix x fem! reader. 9th member.

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Summary: You and Felix have fun waltzing at a concert.

Your energy was up as you stood on the stage at one of your concerts. You loved the concerts. Whilst yes, it was tiring, it was still amazing getting to perform for Stay with your boyfriend and the guys who had become family to you. Now, of course, concerts came with their downfalls, like you always felt so tired afterwards, and sometimes you’d get a migraine. But you always worked through it, and it was worth it.

You stood with the boys after just finishing dancing and singing. Now it was time to just calm down a bit and chat. You bent down to grab your water and Felix’s. You passed it over to him and smiled brightly at him. 

Felix stepped closer to you. Your fingers brushed as he took the water bottle from you. “Thank you, Princess.” He said with a bright smile. 

Your heart leapt, and your stomach had butterflies. You had been together for years at this point. Yet he never seemed to fail to make you swoon. You placed a hand on your forehead and pretended to faint into Changbin’s arms.

“Catch me, he’s too beautiful.” You said dramatically. “My poor heart.” You placed a hand over your heart. You then looked at Felix and let out a giggle. You stood up and drank some of your water.

You eventually put the two waters down. As you stood with the boys, you softly hummed to yourself. You had had the song stuck in your head since Felix and you watched Sleeping Beauty last night. It was a comfort movie for you. 

You thought you were being quiet. But Felix caught on pretty quickly. He began humming alongside you. Seungmin, who was on your other side, also began humming the same song as he heard the two of you. 

You could help sway a little as you hummed. You were itching to start dancing again. However, you stayed put. Yet you still swayed.

Felix noticed. Because, of course, he did and seeing that you couldn’t stop swaying after a few minutes, Felix decided to do something about it. He handed his microphone to a confused Hyunjin, who was on his other side. He then took your microphone and handed it to Seungmin, who just grinned at him.

Felix moved in front of you and held a hand out to you. “Can I have this dance?” He asked you. 

You let out a squeal, catching the member’s attention. You nodded your head in excitement. You slipped your hand into Felix’s hand. He gently pulled out of line and pulled you close to his body. His free hand rested on your waist as yours went to his shoulder. Then you began to move.

You had grown up doing ballroom and ballet. It had been a passion of yours. You still continued to do both styles of dance as much as you could. You had taught Felix and Hyunjin both how to ballroom dance. You had taught Feix because it was a good bonding moment for you both. It was a moment always filled with love and laughter. You had started teaching Hyunjin after he watched the two of them dance together, exclaiming it looked beautiful and romantic. 

You had shown the other booths some basic moves, but you had gone in depth with Felix and Hyunjin. But mainly with Felix.

The two of you moved as one. You waltz around the stage, humming together. Until you heard Seungmin’s voice singing ‘Once Upon a Dream’. The exact song you had been humming. His voice really helped to make the moment. 

It was like the world melted away around you as you danced with your boyfriend. The two of you locking eyes and smiling. He twirled you around, causing your skirt to flare out. He then pulled you back to him. You used the space well as you danced around the stage. Both of you are moving with grace and power. You moved around like you both owned that stage. 

You squeezed Felix's hand lightly as you both danced. You couldn't help but let out a giggle as you danced together. Felix smiled back at you, squeezing your hand back, with the same gentleness you had squeezed his with. He was happy he had chosen to do this with you. Because it meant getting to see that beautiful smile on your face. It also meant getting to show you that your lessons had sunk in. He had listened and could keep up with you in a style of dance that you adored.

Behind you, the members smiled. Seungmin continued to sing, letting you both enjoy your moment. 

Han had tears in his eyes because why the hell were you two so pretty and so cute and just, ugh. 

I.N. just smiled. Because why wouldn’t he? The two of you looked like you were having so much fun. He was happy that you were getting twirled around.

Hyunjin swayed as he watched the two of you. He leaned on Changbin, who had the biggest smile on his face. 

Minho and Changbin stood side by side. Both are looking proud. Chan was also tearing up. Because he could see how happy you both looked. There was no stress, no worries. Just two of his members spending time with the person they love most and having a moment together. Then, adding the fact that Seungmin didn’t hesitate to sing for you both, made his heart swell. He was incredibly proud of all three of you.

Minho watched the way you both moved. He didn’t want to miss a single moment, and went at the same time; it felt like they were all watching a very intimate moment. Seeing how the two of you looked at each other, it took his breath away. He could see the maturity in you both as you danced. You weren’t a baby anymore. You hadn’t been for a long time. Sure, the boys still treated you like a baby, and you loved it. But it was moments like this that reminded Minho and the rest of the members that you were no longer that bright-eyed school girl chasing her dreams. You were a woman who was living her dream. Dating a man who treated you like you made the galaxy for him. A woman who held an immense amount of love in her heart for not only Felix but for the other members as well.

As the song came to an end. Felix twirled you one more time before dipping you. You came back up, hand on his chest. Your faces are close but not too close. You both breathed as Seungmin stopped singing. Everyone went wild. Clapping, cheering, screaming. 

Felix grinned at you and kissed your cheek. “I love you.” He whispered in your ear.

You hugged him tightly. “I love you, too.” You whispered back before pulling away as the rest of the guys came to join you both.

They all praised you both for the dance. You hugged Seungmin. “Thank you.” You said to him before you were pulled away by Minho, who hugged you from behind. “I’m proud of you.” He said to you. You thanked him. You stayed like that for a minute or so. And Minho didn’t miss the way you and Felix kept smiling at each other. 

You were like a fairytale come to life, and the boys couldn’t have been happier for you both.

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first smut whoop whoop

camp counselor!ted x camp counselor!reader

warnings : afab reader, public sex, piv, praise kink, grinding, some cursing (still not sure if these are all please comment if needed🫶)

also guys please send requests😣 Ill write like almost anything, so feel free to send wtv you want (details on pinned post !)

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It was such a long day at camp. And it was only the first.

You wanted to get assigned to the cabin with the 16y/os, but for some reason, they put you with the 6y/os. goddamn six year olds.

It's not that you didn't like kids, of course, but the teens were so much more fun than the children.

Now, it was around 1am, and you were sitting near the lake with some other counselors. All of you were close friends but your best friend was Ted.

You went to camp with Ted ever since you were young, around 8 or 9. Although you guys lived in the same state, you only saw each other every summer, but still remained the closest of friends. He always listened to your yapping and complaining and you truly loved him for that

It had become a tradition to gather at the lake every first day with the other counselors and talk about your life. You always sat next to Ted, usually somehow hugging him due to the cold of the night.

You never really admitted this, but you definitely have feelings for him. Every time your eyes met, you felt butterflies in your stomach. Any time your hands touched, when he hugged you, even the accidental touches when you walked by him, made you feel some sort of way you couldn't ignore any longer.

Tonight wasn't anything different. His arm was wrapped around you, and you had a leg thrown over his. You were definitely blushing, but thank god, the only form of light was the moon shining above you.

Eventually, the others started heading back to your shared cabin, leaving you and Ted alone.

"I remember when we were 16, sitting right here on the dock," he said, turning to look at you.

"Oh my god, when you had that horrible bowl cut?" you said, giggling and turning to meet his eyes.

"Yeah.. that was something." he smiled softly.

"You know, that night, i really was planning on kissing you."

"Oh my god! really?" You exclaimed, laughing even more, but your heartbeat was increasing rapidly.

"Yeah.. I had used mouthwash- for like the first time- and everything."

you were basically rolling on the wood from laughter, and your eyes had teared up.

"Im so sorry- ill stop laughing." you said, cheeks flushed, trying to keep a straight face.

"Its fine-"

"Why didn't you kiss me?"

"What?"

"You heard me"

He stared deeply into your eyes, opening his mouth to talk but pausing for a moment.

"I dont remember.. Guess I was too much of a pussy to do it."

"Well are you still a pussy?" You said, your body moving somehow closer to him.

"Are you serious?"

you nodded, glancing down his lips for a second and back up to his eyes.

He immediately grabbed your face, kissing you passionately. Your hands found the back of his neck and his chest. You could feel how fast his heartbeat was. His hands wandered your body as he deepened the kiss.

You slightly pulled away, trying to catch your breath.

"I really like you, you know. For quite some time now"

"Fuck.. so do I"

His lips met yours in a more needy manner, as he pulled you on his lap. He placed your hands under your tee, rubbing your sides and grabbing your hips. You could feel him growing harder beneath you, making you smile a little into the kiss. He started moving your hips against his, searching for some friction. You held back a whimper, your clothed cunt getting wetter by the second.

"I need you so fucking bad." he groaned, moving your hips faster.

"Here?"

"Yeah, everyones asleep, dont worry"

you breathed out an okay and tugged at his shirt, taking it off and then immediately following with yours. He flipped you and laid you down on the dock. You took your shorts and panties off, leaving them on the side, him following you and doing the same.

"Be quiet, okay?"

he looked at you, waiting for you to nod.

As soon as you did, he lined himself up to you and started thrusting. He was slow at first, waiting for you to adjust to his size. One of his hands tightly gripped your waist, and the other was behind your head, supporting him. You whimpered slightly, and he started moving, his speed getting faster and faster.

You tried to hold back, only quietly whimpering and letting out some small moans from time to time.

"God.. youre doing so good baby, taking my cock so well."

You couldnt hold back, accidentally letting out a loud moan, moaning his name followed by some more quiet fuck and dont stop.

His hand that gripped your waist, found your mouth, and covered it, trying to muffle your sounds.

"Shhh, you were being such a good girl, dont ruin it now"

He started going faster and harder, brushing by your g-spot, making your legs twitch and let out a scream. Thankfully, his hand was still at your mouth. He smirked and continued at the same pace, hitting it over and over. Your hands latched on his back, leaving scratches and cresent-shaped marks behind. His head fell to your shoulder, lightly nibbling and sucking at your shoulderblade.

You lightly slapped his bicep, signaling to him that youre close.

"Go ahead baby, cum on my cock."

and with that, your orgasm hit you, making your eyes roll back and your legs shake. He continued thrusting, chasing his climax as well. Your eyes started tearing up a little, getting a little overstimulated.

"Im close. Im so close, I promise." He breathed out, letting his hand drop from your mouth and grip your hip tightly, surely leaving a handprint. He swallowed a groan and came inside you, sitting still for a second.

He pulled out and plopped down beside you, grabbing his shirt to clean you up.

The next morning, you went to check the schedule with two of your friends. You never managed to remember it no matter what.

You saw todays activity-

swimming.

im so fucked.

you said quietly, making sure your friends didn't hear you.

You headed back to the cabin, needing to announce the activity.

"Okay, guys, so today we have swimming, so make sure the kids put on their swimsuits before breakfast "

And with that, your eyes locked with Teds, both acknowledging the scars you left on his back and the hickeys on your collarbone. Not to mention the red handprit on your hip.

After everyone got in their swimming suits, you stood next to him, going to talk to him before one of your friends chirped in

"You guys are fucked."

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[faghubby]

Swimming lessons

I had never learned to swim, it wasn't really my fault. As a kid we didn't have much money, and we didn't live near and big lakes or river so I never had a chance. There was a small pond we used to jump in as kids but it wasn't deep it was just more refreshing on those hot summer days. But now I was 35 and my wife Jan had booked a trip to a carribean island. She kept going on about snorkeling and taking a boat out. So I decided to sign up for swimming lessons at the local YMCA before the trip.

It turned out I was the only one who signed up. They where going to just cancel the class but I convinced the lifeguard Sam who was to teach it to just teach me privately. He agreed

The first day he showed up in his little bikini suit. And taught me some simple strokes. At one point he had me float in the water on my back. His hand slid under my ass. I swear he gropped me as he seemed to be holding me up. He had me flip over and he held me the same way. His hand closed softly around my balls.

"What?" I scrambled but was over my head. So I grabbed hold of him. He held me in the middle of the pool and kissed me.

"Sam, I think" I started not sure what to do. When I felt the edge of the pool behind me.

"Put your feet down" he smiled. Then he kissed me again. His tounge exploring my mouth.

"Sam, I'm not gay" I told him softly but still clung to him. His body was. I ran my hand over his rock hard abs. His hands untied my suit and slid inside. He stroked me.

"No one will bother us, closed for private session" he told me. It felt so good I rested my head on his shoulder as he stroked me slowly.

I came hard holding on tight to him to keep from falling down.

"Now that you are relaxed let's try those strokes again" Sam told me. He tossed my bathing suit on the side of the pool. He corrected me as I swam around. We'll tried not to drown naked. He sat on the edge of the pool at one point his feet in the water.

"Now swim to me" he told me. I swam across the pool right up to him. I jumped up. " I did it" I said with pride. As I realized I was in-between his legs.

"I'm not gay" I reminded him. Staring at the bulge in his little red speedo.

"I know" he smiled. I nodded but continued to stare at his crotch.

"Swim back" he told me pointing across the pool. I did as he said thinking about his cock as I did. He merely me at the other side holding a towel. As I got out I realized how naked I was. In the water it just felt. He dried me off. It felt odd I couldn't remember anyone ever drying me off. Before we entered the locker room he grabbed me and kissed me again. I melted into his arms his hands grabbed both sides of my ass as he did.

"I can't meet you tomarrow but we have the pool again on Wednesday" Sam told me. We then both walked into the locker room it was busy lots of guys had been using the weight room. Sam vanished I didn't know where as I showered and left for the night.

At first I thought I wouldn't return for another lesson but something about it all. So forbidden I couldn't keep myself away. I walked into the pool area. To find Sam putting equipment away. I admired his legs and ass. I was checking out some guys ass. I thought to myself.

Sam was all business making me work hard.

"I can't" I told him at one point my arms felt like jelly. Sam swam over to me. He stood close very close to me. I waited, I wanted him to kiss me. He didn't move. Unsure what to do I ran my hand over his speedo.

"Have you ever pleasured a man before?" He asked.

"No, I just " I told him. Sam lifted himself out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool. He grabbed the edges of his suit and yanked them down. His cock flopped out. I went to touch it.

"Use your mouth" she told me softly but stern. I swallowed hard bit leaned over and kissed his cock. He just smiled as I leaned in again this time taking the head of his cock in my mouth. I felt myself hard despite the cold water. I sucked on just the head of his cock. The more excited he became the harder the more I got into it. Soon I had his balls in my hand as I sucked as much of his thick cock as I could. I sensed he was about to cum and pulled back only to have him cum all over my face. I dunked under the water to wash it all off. He had fixed his suit by the time I came up for air. And helped me out of the pool. His hand slid across my ass.

"I know you're not gay" he told me. I just blushed. He was everything I wasn't tall, physical, confident. And I was in awe of him.

"Meet me back here after you get changed" he told me. I went to shower and get dressed I hurried to get back to him. He was dressed in shorts and a tee, had he even showered I thought as he led me out to the parking lot. He walked up to a motorcycle and handed me a helmet. I had never been on a motorcycle before. I gripped him tight terrified as we sped off. He raced thru the streets till he pulled into an alley. He led me up a narrow stairs to a very small apartment. He pushed me against the wall.

"I am going to take you" Sam told me. I was already late to meet Jan. But I couldn't leave even if I wanted to. Sam soon had all my clothes off. I knelt before him.

"No, this one goes in you" he told me he pushed me over hos small dirty table and pushed his fingers in my ass, he had some type of lube. He was not gentile or slow. He took me. He lubed me up with his two fingers then replaced them with his cock. It hurt, burned as he started to fuck me. He smacked my ass. And fucked me harder. He didn't stop until he shoved his cock all the way in and pump his load into me.

"Paul, you are gay" he told me as he pulled out. I stood and realized I had cum all over his table. I went to grab my clothes.

"Going?" Sam asked

"I have to meet Jan, my wife" I told him.

"Are you sure, you could stay here and be my wife" he told me. I got dressed and went to leave. I stopped and kissed him before I left. I caught a cab back to get my car. I made an excuse about a flat to Jan. And I spent the night wondering if Sam was right.

I woke the next morning went to work. I went about my normal day to day. But Sam was constantly on my mind. I skipped my swim lesson. And the next day Sam was waiting for me outside my office on his motorcycle. He handed me a helmet and I got on. He again drove to his appartment. I followed him upstairs. As soon as we where inside I tried to kiss him. He pushed me back against the wall.

"No, you are a dirty little bitch who been hiding from me" he told me he tore my shirt off. I quickly shed my pants and underwear. And what remained of my shirt standing naked before him. He grabbed my balls,

"Beg me to beat you, make you a good slut" he told me. Squeezing my balls.

"Yes, God please" I moaned "I am sorry I been so naughty. Teach me. Punish me" I moaned. In pain but also a strange sense of pleasure. He half dragged me across the room and bent me over the table. His belt off he bought it across my ass. Over and over. Pain and heat radianted from my ass. When he was satisfied I was properly punished he rubbed a salve on my ass. Then used it as lube as he fucked me. When he finished I wiped the tears from my face and went to get dressed.

After that I met him everyday after work. He fucked me or ipused my mouth as he saw fit. I was his bitch and he treated me as such.

It was weeks, it was the day before I was supposed to leave on the trip with Jan. I had told Sam about it. That I would be gone for 10 days. I hadn't had sex with Jan since Sam had first taken me.

What had not known is that Sam and Jan had been talking almost since the beginning. That is until the night before the trip. I found Sam sitting in our living room talking to Jan.

"It's all set then" Sam said shaking her hand. I stood there stunned that they seemed to know each other. Sam stood and kissed me in front of Jan.

"Pack a bag you will be staying with me" Sam told me. Jan just smiled like it was normal. Jan went on vacation without me. And when she returned filed for divorce. Sam wouldn't let me contest handing over almost everything to Jan. While I lives with Sam in his little apartment. He had me quit my job. And stay home as his wife. We where married the day after my divorce was final.

[nightghoul381]

Ellis Twilight ~ 3rd Birthday Story

Chapter 3

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

No Warnings for this part, but it does become NSFW in later parts, so MDNI

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue

“…Hey Kate, wake up.”

I was in a deep sleep, but his voice woke me up.

When I opened my heavy eyelids, Ellis was pointing outside the window with a happy look on his face.

Kate: “Good morning…”

Ellis: “Kate, look outside.”

Hearing the cheerful voice, I raised myself up and looked out the window where a dazzling light caught my eye—

Kate: “It’s sunny!”

My sleepiness disappeared in an instant and I met his gaze.

(I need to get ready quickly!)

Seeing me hastily jump off the bed, Ellis also stood up and started getting ready.

Ellis: “Hey, I woke you up, didn’t I?”

Kate: “Yes, thank you. As expected of you, Ellis.”

He smiled at me and I thanked him as I tied up my hair.

Then, Ellis put his jacket over my shoulders.

Ellis: “It’s still cold outside, so put on my jacket.”

After we finished getting ready together, Ellis held out his big hand to me.

Ellis: “Are you ready?”

Kate: “What about you, Ellis?”

Ellis: “Once I hold hands with you, I’ll be ready.”

With a sweet smile and his offered hand, he looked just like a prince.

The corners of my mouth curled into a smile as I took his hand.

Kate: “I’m ready now too!”

Then Ellis’ smile deepened, and he took my hand and lead me out the door.

Ellis: “Let’s go.”

We began our walk through the quiet morning town.

About 20 minutes’ walk from town, a vast flower field appeared before us.

Kate: “It’s supposed to be at the back of this flower garden… but I can’t see it from here yet.”

As I walked ahead of Ellis, still holding his hand, he stopped in his tracks.

Ellis: “Ah, I saw it.”

Kate: “Oh, really?”

Ellis: “Look, there…”

I looked towards where he was pointing, but it was only natural that the view was different given the difference in our heights…

(I can’t see it, I’ll need to get closer.”

I moved my feet again and approached it.

Ellis: “Oh, look. There’s lavender lying around, do you think someone picked it?”

He picked up some lavender stalks that had fallen to the ground and held them out in front of my face.

Kate: “Hehe, even just a few is pretty.”

Squinting at the scent of the lavender, I too began searching for fallen lavender on the ground.

As we got closer to the field, the color of the soil disappeared and it was completely covered with purple flowers. It was so beautiful.

I looked up as a strong wind blew, sending the scent of lavender floating up into the air.

As the petals fluttered up, a beautiful sight unfolded—

Kate: “Wow, that’s so pretty—wha?”

Ellis: “Kate!”

The moment I took another step, my feet got stuck in the mud and the blue sky completely filled my field of vision.

(I’m falling.)

Thinking I would be falling to the ground, I closed my eyes tightly.

But suddenly my body was floating in the air—

When I opened my eyes, I was being held by Ellis.

Ellis: “That surprised me. Are you okay?”

Kate: “Y-yeah, I’m okay…thank you.”

I couldn’t answer properly because the lavender fields spread breathtakingly as far as the eye could see.

And in the center of it all, my lover was smiling.

The endless sea of purple matched the color of his eyes very well.

A beautiful color, like the sky at twilight, just as night begins to fall.

It was my beloved Ellis’ color.

Ellis: “We finally got to see the lavender fields.”

He smiled happily and gazed deeply into my eyes.

Kate: “…Are you really looking?”

I asked him, feeling that I was the only one being reflected in his eyes, but he replied as if completely unfazed.

Ellis: “Yeah, I see it. I see the lavender in your eyes.”

Kate: “Really…”

I was happy, but also a little embarrassed, so I put my arms around his neck and looked back into his twilight eyes.

In his eyes, I could only see myself, with my cheeks flushed red.

I truly felt that I was happy.

Kate: “Happy birthday, Ellis.”

Kate: “Every day I spend with you is so happy…”

Kate: “There have been more than a few times when I thought that it could have been my last day.”

(Even now.)

I felt like I could have this moment last forever.

I felt extremely happy.

(But, the end surely isn’t here.)

Kate: “But when I’m with you, Ellis, the greatest happiness is constantly renewed.”

Kate: “That’s why I don’t want things to end yet.”

Because our happiness would surely continue from now on.

Kate: “I want to keep recreating the happiest moments together with you, Ellis. Forever and ever.”

Ellis: “Kate…”

After hearing what I said, Ellis bit his lip slightly and narrowed his eyes.

Ellis: “…I never knew what I wanted to do until now.”

Ellis: “I thought it was nice to see someone happy, but I didn’t really know what I wanted to do.”

Ellis: “Thanks to you, Kate, I’ve become a little more selfish, but…”

Ellis: “But right now, there’s something I want to do—a big selfish wish of my own.”

Kate: “Huh?”

A fresh early summer breeze blew, and small flowers floated up, carrying their fragrance.

He just stared at me.

Ellis: “I want to be involved in everything that makes you happy.”

Ellis: “I want all your happiness to come from me.”

Ellis: “That’s my big, selfish wish.”

He tilted his head, and the corners of his mouth relaxed.

Ellis: “Is that crazy?”

He spoke, narrowing his eyes again.

Little by little, he’d become more selfish, and now he’d shared one big selfish request.

That alone was more than enough to make me happy.

(I can’t believe that his request was about me…)

--I felt like I could burst into tears at any second.

Kate: “It’s not crazy, but… it might already be happening.”

Ellis: “Huh?”

Kate: “Because without you, Ellis, I can’t be happy.”

I didn’t think I could be happy without him, but I guess it was too late now.

Ellis: “Hey, Kate.”

His sweet smile captivated me and his barbed love spread around me, making it impossible to go back.

Ellis: “Until the moment I take your life, I want you to be happy.”

I probably wouldn’t be able to live without him anymore.

But that’s exactly what he wanted.

--His one big, selfish request.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue

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Aaron Hotchner X Little! Fem! Reader: Comfort Close to Home pt 2 

Summary: Reader and Hotch spend some time together after the case. Part 2 of Danger close to home! WC: 1k

TW:  violence, crying, very light.

Take downs were never easy, usually it ended with at least one member pulling a muscle, at a minimum. Hotchner ended up with the short end of the stick. As he ended up being pistol whipped. 

Hotchner let the EMTs clean up the cut on his forehead, before refusing to go to the hospital. His claim being that he would let Derek run concussion protocols on him, although everyone knew he would not. He had too many reasons to rush back to the station to go get checked when he could say with a 75% accuracy he wasnt concussed.

Hotchner was set on getting back to (Y/N), to tell her that daddy protected her and now they can be closer than ever. He could talk about in person get togethers, and not just phone calls. He wanted nothing more than to have her stay with him in his hotel room, and one day in his house. 

The drive back to the station was less than legal, but who was gonna stop an SUV full of Federal Agents that just caught a prolific murderer. The Unsub was creating baby dolls of the Littles he kidnapped. This case was hard, especially after seeing what he did to them, knowing that (Y/N) could be next if he wasnt telling them about online safety.

As the Precinct doors flew open, the team rushed in to grab personal belongings. Hotchner found his path towards his girl. Everyone wanted to get home, and Aaron just found out what home looked like. 

“Hey (Y/N), you are safe now. We caught him. You can go home, if you would like… Or you could come to my hotel room and hang out… We could order food.” Hotchner offered his little.

“I would like to go with you please,” (Y/N) spoke, “I don't wanna be alone”

Aaron can’t help but smile at his shaking little. She wanted him there, to keep her safe and to just be with her. He decided he wasn’t going to act like a fool infront of his team, not yet at least. He was sure they would figure it out eventually, but now was for them.

“Let’s go then, you and I,” Aaron spoke gently, offering them their hand. He turned towards his team and spoke, “We will be in the hotel for the night and head back tomorrow.”

He turned and left before they could respond. (Y/N) felt like a small child running with their daddy, sneaking to get a sweet treat that no one cared if they helped themselves to. Hotchner didn’t know this is what he needed, but it was. His little clinging onto his hand giggling at him.

The walk to the hotel was short and quiet, but they both were smiling and giggly. They were nearly shaking with excitement at the idea of finally being together. They had both come to the understanding they were likely fated to never actually meet, however, there they were. 

They door to his room swung open and they went hurling in like tornados of love and joy. As the door clicked shut, the pair silently hugged. They slowly crumpled to the floor.

“I never thought I was gonna actually get to meet you, I was so sure we would only be online,” (Y/N) started crying, staring up at her daddy.

“My baby, I did too. Then when I got this case I was so scared what could happen to you,” Aaron plead. His usual stoic nature melted quickly. “I promise now you are never gonna get rid of me. I am going to see you as often as possible.”

As if Aaron knew what she wanted, he scooped her up. His arms held her safe and warm. She cried lightly as she cling to his neck. They didnt need words in that moment. They didnt have much in that hotel room, but for a moment they had all they needed. 

“Baby, I have a thought,” Aaron said, as his hand stroked her head, “How about we get all snuggled up, put on a show, and order dinner for us?” 

That question only took a second to settle; “Pizza?”

“Obviously, my baby gets whatever she wants after being so brave today!” Aaron said moving to grab his phone to order. Garcia recently showed him DoorDash and UberEATS, he had to say that they were game changers.

(Y/N) was slipping, but was still big enough to yell ‘no’ when Hotchner said one of the worst restaurants she had ever been to. He chuckled and offered her his phone to pick the place. This made the decision quick as there was only one correct answer in her mind. Once the place was found, the order was quick. They got a medium pie with drinks, as the hotel was lacking in a lot of areas.

“Daddy?” (Y/N) spoke up.

“Yes baby?” Aaron said gently to his girl.

“Were you being for reals when you said you were gonna see me so often now? Cause it’s okay if you aren’t able but like i would like you to visit…” She tried to ask, slowly getting smaller as the conversation went on.

“I will be here as often as you want me to be. I think I’m too attached not to.” Aaron sighed, “I was so scared, and daddy usually doesn’t get scared. All I could think was that you were in danger just existing in this area, and that I had to keep you safe at all costs.” 

“Daddy is so strong, he keeps me safe now?” She asked as she flopped onto the bed unceremoniously.

“Daddy is always going to keep you safe now…” He said flopping onto the bed next to her.

They spent the time searching for the disney channel and giggling between cuddles. They didnt have much to do in the room but aaron and his little one were connecting in a beautiful way. Aaron never wanted to leave.