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spicyicymeloncat · 2 years

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talk/doodle about hatsune miku for the art/opinions thing

Hatsune Miku???

Oh wow… my favourite Ninjago character… ig I can work with this…

Happy belated birthday Hatsune Miku

Hatsune miku is a vocaloid (a vocal synthesiser) created by Crypton Future Media and she is used to sing (and feature as a character) in songs (usually in Japanese) created by various artists that own her software. She is a widespread internet sensation, globally famous making cameos in various other mediums, like comics, anime and lady gaga concerts.

If you’d rather not delve in the horrors of EC (which is murder and everything that’s worse than murder) then just skip this paragraph. Miku tends to be given character of a sentient doll constantly in an existential crisis and severe daddy issues. One of her roles is Maria Moonlit (which could be counted as her first appearance (or her last), if we’re counting song wise in chronological order. Idk? who’s counting amirite?). Maria Moonlit is an orphan born near the beginning of time, got struck by lightning and chosen to be the prophet and figure head to a technologically advanced medieval civilisation. She supposedly had the power to hear the voices of the gods who claimed to be her parents. However, the gods were evil and trapped somewhere and wanted to be born into human vessels, so she made up a lie to trick the people into starting a project to create magic twin babies to house the gods. This turns into an incredibly convoluted science experiment which involved serial killers, cloning, incest????, the government being overthrown, dragons and the entire city exploding and all technology being lost as the world is thrust into the dark ages. Maria lives the sad life of wondering who she is and wondering whether she’s just been used like a plaything to the gods, and technically she was, because she was a doll wound up like clockwork to repeat her miserable life forever (literally, there’s time travel shanigannery). We can assume she’s a doll because she’s the reincarnation of one that has been sent back in time. Okay Ik that was entirely crazy but that’s only the first part of evillious. Miku’s two most prominent parts in the series however, is trans lesbian servant girl Michaela, who got assassinated in the name of a jealous betrothed of a man with a one sided crush on her and became a tree - and licensed doctor by day, drug supplier mafia member by night, Margarita, who is unable to sleep because she’s secretly a doll and her husband only married her because she was rich and he likes gambling and sleeping around, so she released an airborne toxin killing a whole town whilst calling herself the sleep princess. The first girl, Michaela, is part of the more well known section of the series, the story of evil. She was originally a tree spirit in the form of a bird, who became a human in order to become close to a depressed peasant girl who was ostracised from her village due to her ancestry to a certain clan. She learns the joys of being human, hanging out with her friend, falling in love with said friend, but eventually her otherworldly beauty causes conflict and the continent goes to war, which ended in the genocide of a country and Michaela stabbed and left in a well. The other girl, Margarita, is a pretty significant character in the series due to the fact that the series is structured around the biblical seven deadly sins, with her story being Sloth (Michaela is a side character of Pride’s story). Margarita may seem like an odd choice for sloth as part of her story follows how she is unable to sleep, and instead works hard to develop her gift to her loved ones (but gift in the German meaning of the word check below image). But sloth also means lacking devotion or care, and Margarita by the end of it, despite once vowing she’d always her husband, couldn’t give a damn about him in the end, describing herself again like “a plaything, broken from the start” and eventually she gives up on everything. All these Miku characters all have the same things in common (other than being screwed over by men), which is their relationship with inhumanity and artificiality, which is kinda meta given how Hatsune Miku is an artificial singer made for the amusement of others. But at least she’s not about to poison anyone because of it.

I’ve spoken too much evillious, so let me info dump about a much more palatable Miku related thing. That was a pun because it’s Colourful Palette. Or Colour Stage? Uhh Project Sekai. Yeah. A rhythm game (that’s free), that revolves around the concept of different genres of hatsune Miku that come from magic other worlds and are really good therapists. There are five storylines of different music groups that have really strong feelings tm that their emotions spawned whole other worlds that are inhabited by vocaloids, who want to help the main characters, discover what their feelings are so they can write songs about it. Yeahhh… Miku comes in five different flavours! School, idol, street, catgirl clown and depressed! ALSO EVILLIOUS DID A CROSS OVER WITH THE GAME SO THE POISON LADY IS HERE ALSO. The songs used in the rhythm game consists of a lot of iconic vocaloid songs as well as songs specifically commissioned for the game, sung by both vocaloids and the real life voice actors, which is very fun. Hatsune Miku, due to coming in different forms in this game, kinda works like a character from a multiverse story (like spider verse or the incredibly convoluted branch of the undertale fandom), and it seems like Miku is kinda just born from emotions and music, which makes her way more cryptid/deity like than the game presents her to be. Miku is just an entity yknow? I haven’t finished the main storylines of the game yet, but they’re good and also the vocaloid side plots are cool. For example the School world Miku tries her hardest to act like a mentor figure to the humans, whilst Luka (another vocaloid) who is more of a mentor figure to Miku looks on. I think in the fandom, the theme park theatre storyline and the emo shut ins storyline are more popular (because they are the embodiment of the “nothing in life matters” millennial vs gen z meme), and can we talk about depressed Miku because she’s literally born out of somebody’s mommy issues and depression but she’s really sweet. The whole “Miku’s personality is based around the feelings that are put into her songs” are again in reference to how the character of Miku works.

To round off this ramble about Miku I’m going to talk about some of my favourite Miku songs. I’m more of a kagamine Len listener, especially when I was younger and first discovered vocaloid but these are my Miku picks.

Miku by Anamanaguchi: yeah so this chiptune song is about Miku herself and it’s pretty iconic. A lot of vocaloid songs are kinda vague, but this one seems to describe who and what Miku is in a way that makes her seem mysterious, like an interesting technological phenomenon which checks out. She mentions how “anyone can find her” and that people can “play me break me” referring to how she’s easily found on the internet and she can be used to make songs. The ending of the song seems to take a more sinister turn where Miku seems to want to make you stay forever (in like a ddlc Monika way). It does make sense in a way, since Miku is a program that relies on other people’s interest to stay alive and relevant, and in a sense, people’s dedication/addiction to Miku is what keeps her going. She’s like one of those spooky maybe??sentient AIs.

The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku by cosMo: so this is a song depicting what happens to Miku when no one likes her. Specifically this is supposedly about that one time in 2007 when suddenly, Miku disappeared from the search engines, and every time someone tried to look her up, the search results came up blank. She became incredibly popular in a short amount of time that allegedly people searched her so much that Google and yahoo blocked the search, because it looked like spam. The incident upset people so much they created a fan made character, that later was recognised as an official derivative of Miku, based on their boredom. There’s also a conspiracy on whether this was actually a motivated attack on Miku’s popularity due to an anti Miku campaign lead by an advertising agency that influenced the Japanese music industry but idk there are a lot of stories on the internet. Evidently the problem is fixed. The song came out around that time and is about Miku lamenting the fact that she’s getting shut down, and all she wants to do is sing before she dies. Yeah. The song is notorious, not just for its background but also for its incredibly fast paced rap?? part that gets as fast as 240bpm, and I think the fact that’s is almost impossible for a human to sing it, works well with Miku’s struggle with the fact that’s she’s not human.

Okay that’s a lot of talking so here are some quick recommendations:

The maiden of the tree ~ Millennium Wiegenlied ~ by Akuno-P: this is the evillious song about Michaela the spirit turned human lesbian. Very boppy!

Patchwork staccato by toa: I like this one for the actual music it’s a bop. There’s a few interpretations of the song but generally it’s about relationship problems, be it one sided love or a toxic relationship that’s hard to break away from.

Kagerou Daze by Jin: more of a rock song, which is part of a wider vocaloid series (The Kagerou Project) and it’s about a boy who keeps living through the same day over and over again because his friend keeps dying no matter where he takes her. It’s a time travel trauma loop! The song ends when the boy realises to break the cycle, he has to die instead, and m the last verse of the song reveals the girl is also trapped in the same loop. Fun! The actual story is a little different but I don’t need another incredibly complex and convoluted vocaloid series to cry about so I didn’t get into it. Also the animation for it is so cool

Anything from the Night ∞ Series by Hitoshizuku-P x Yama△: a series consisting of four songs sung by eight vocaloids (ofc Hatsune Miku is included), which tell the tale of a group of actors who get trapped repeating the same play of a manor in the woods forever which also becomes real life because someone lost the last page of the script (and also someone perhaps died??). The songs all tell the same story from different perspectives and end differently (but usually either Miku or everyone else dies). There’s a novel about it. It’s confusing spooky and good music. I also feel like I’ve listed way too many dark songs oops.

Aww man I can’t talk about “all phone zombies lead to Rome” by manbo-p because it’s a gumi song, not Miku. It was going to be the one not tragic song on this list! Oh well you should totally listen/watch it, it’s hilarious and also educational.

Well yeah that’s it! My tastes in Miku songs are a little intense but yeah!

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bizbat · 3 months

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When They're In Love HCS - Jason Todd

~ Fem terms used for reader

~ Partially based on these headcanons

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Jason Todd seems like the type to fall hard and fast. He might not admit it for a while, but he's been developing feelings for you from at least the second or third time you met.

He's the type to call you "Wifey" or "The Missus" even when you aren't married and regardless of whether or not you to plan to.

He absolutely keeps a picture or two of you in his wallet, and no, he doesn't think it's cheesy in the slightest.

He's the type to lay on you. Your chest, your tummy, even your butt if you're laying on your stomach, your size and weight is irrelevant.

You'll be minding your own business, laying down and reading a book or playing on your phone, and he'll come out of nowhere and drop all 230+ lbs of muscle on your smaller body.

If you wheeze and try to crawl out from under him, try to push his giant hulking form off of you, he'll just wrap his arms around you and tell you he's tired, and just needs a few minutes of sleep.

Doesn't actually spend as much time reading as he would like to, but if you enjoy reading he'll always find time to do it with you.

If libraries had gold card memberships, he would be the one to have it. He'd rent any and as many books as you want.

Sometimes, he'll go out of his way to find books he thinks you'd like or that you can read together. Sometimes, he'll even give you old books from his personal library if he thinks you'll enjoy them as much as he did

I don't think he's be huge on giving gifts, I see him as more of a quality-time type (but i see almost all of the bats as quality-time types so take that with a grain of salt), but I do think he'd give you lots of tiny gifts all the time.

He'll pick up a quick breakfast for the both of you at the local bodega, he'll get your pet treats, he'll bring over your favorite candy or snack everytime he comes over to your place, etc.

Loves movie nights. Doesn't matter which movie it is, it could be some dumb, low budget nightmare made to babysit kids, or the best piece of visual media ever made by human hands.

He loves being able to talk to you, he loves hearing your opinions, loves hearing your voice. He'll recommend movies to watch just because he knows you'll have a lot to say about them.

I don't think he'd have a big moment where he introduces you to his entire family, I think he'd introduce you slowly, one person at a time.

I think he'd start with Dick or Cass, or Alfred, then so on and so forth. I think Tim and Damian would either be dead last, or have to find out on their own.

The only reason the others were told by Jason straight up is because they have that bare minimum amount of respect to stay out of his business. 💀

If you're a civilian, I don't think he'd want you to have anything to do with the more dangerous side of his life. It's bad enough you're dating him to begin with, he doesn't want to put you at anymore risk.

It's a somewhat different story if you're another vigilante. I still don't think he'd want you involved in his work specifically, but he would at least know you could take care of yourself if it came down to it.

He almost always wakes up before and goes to bed after you.

He likes seeing you when you're asleep, your hair a mess, or your bonnet askew.He thinks you're so cute when you're sleeping.

I don't think he'd take lots of pictures, but i don't think he'd mind if you did.

He might actually enjoy it if you just have a ton of selfies with him.

You are his lockscreen. Whether that was a decision made by you or him is still up for debate.

Doesn't care if you're more masculine or feminine, i think he'd find something to enjoy about both aspects.

Or if you were more androgynous.

He'd for sure call you "My girl".

A list of names I think he'd call you: My girl/wife, Wifey, Angel, Sweet thing, Princess, Baby

I've said it before and I'll say it again, the man LIVES for domesticity.

Even if you aren't married, you guys will act like an old married couple.

He's not my personal fave, but guess I had a lot of thoughts about him lol

#bizbat #jason todd x reader #jason todd hc #jason todd headcanons #dc headcanon #dc #red hood #red hood x reader

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nonuify · 6 days

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ᝰ.ᐟ 📦 — C.SC ; ! with you

sfw / nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. [ fluff & smut ] ꩜. | missing my husband sue me

“you were just missing your boyfriend.”

you were sitting on the couch, sleep deprived you missed your boyfriend, so much he was gone on a tour for what? two or three months you were going crazy at this point.

yes he sent you flowers & gifts but nothing could compare to the warmth of his body laying next to you cuddling.

you were bored of living the same day every single time, since he toured away, waking up, taking a shower, eating, walking kkuma then seeing a tv show & sleep, even you didn’t have energy for friends, you just needed your seungcheol.

i mean he called you but not always, sometimes you’d wish you jump of the screen that your call was ongoing with.

being brought back to you reality by the roaring sounds of the tv, that was playing some random series you had watched, but what really caught your attention was kkuma barking, ‘she was probably hungry’ you thought.

following the sound of her, you went to her “kkuma sweetie come let’s get fo-“ your heart stopped.

he was here. seungchol was finally here. everything you had on your mind had dropped.

you ran into the warmth of his arms, hugging him tight, “thank god I was loosing my mind” you mumbled “I missed you too, my love” he chuckled embracing your hug lovingly.

after breaking the hug, you kissed each other deeply with so many different emotions of love, warmth it was so passionate that the more you indulged him the more safe & comforting you felt, nobody ever made you feel loved like him, choi seungcheol will always be yours to love & care for, you hoped he felt the same towards you.

“someone’s eager hm?” he teased smiling. you just went back to kissing him, eventually you guys went to the bedroom to continue your little love session.

exploring every inch of your body is what he did, making sure kiss every place his hand touched, “think you could get on my lap princess?” he said, you of course obliged, grabbing the flesh of your thighs, he let you settle on his lap, your hands wrapping around the soft nape of his neck, both your chests pressing against each other.

his hands began to roam once again from your back going up & down till reaching the sweet spot of your ass, squeezing them then pulling down your pajama shorts & panties.

fingers sliding down against your flushed bum he went in, in your cunt, brushing through your folds then pinching your clit slightly just enough to make it feel good, you tilted your head, burying it in his neck then letting out a moan after his cocky tricks “i already waited enough, please just fuck me good” you whined

casually ignoring you, he went back to playing with your pussy, he played with your clit a bit but found your hole then continued to tease by lining the tip of his finger in & out your already wet hole, arousal was dripping out of it.

he pushed his finger in your needy hole then quickly after doing so he added another, a third following shortly, you felt so fulfilled you couldn’t ask for more, his fingers did not compare with yours to when you & his’s rather many steamy phone sessions.

working with the magic of his fingers he pushed in & out of you while you sat there squirming with whiny & breathy moans following with it, “s-s’good cheolie” you pushed down on his fingers that were stretching you open, the feeling of his digits in you feeling ethereally amazing, scissoring his fingers inside your cunt, he came in contact with your sweet spot, fastening his pace he began began to hit your walls just by his fingers imagining, that if it was his cock made you even more fucked out for wanting his dick.

already feeling an urge to cum you moaned out loudly then cum came squirting out of your wet pussy. “god my baby’s been desperate already squirting on me huh?” he said pulling out his fingers then licking your sweet liquids that came splurging out. “never fails to taste good” he moaned amused sucking every last bit of it, you couldn’t deny that was fuckin hot of him.

“please lemme ride you seungcheolie?” you asked desperately wanting to do so.

“of course you can, sweets” he gave you the green light, you quickly discarded whatever he was wearing from pants to shirt, he now completely naked & may I say very hard, his cock itching aching to be inside of you.

sliding down on his cock was a hell of a time the feeling of his length, welcoming the warmth of your insides was so amazing.

you began to bounce on him, breasts bouncing with you underneath your little top that you had worn, seungcheol saw how gorgeous you looked on top of him, wondering how he got a beauty like you as his lover.

seungcheol grabbed your waist with his hands he’d thrust up as you went down making sure that he’ll hit all your special spots, when the both of your hips snapped against each other both of you would let out lewd moans & groans.

“god this pussy was made for me” he groaned throwing his head back continuously thrusting upwards to meet your hips once again deepening his cock inside your tight cunt. after a couple of minutes your hips gave out on you, so you just started to hump on him, he however just snapped his pace to an inhuman level making you loose your mind only one thought was in your mind it was him.

the knot tying inside your stomach, moaning more loudly than ever the mmphs, the non-understandable words coming out of your mouth “s’cheolie m’gonna cum” you yelled out cum rushing out of you for the second time.

slowing down his pace to give you a little rest “feeling good angel?” he caressed your face gently, you only nodded embracing him with a huge hug, you sighed softly “missed you too much cheol, don’t ever go away” “I’ll talk you with me next time, promise.” he spoke then adding “but baby, don’t you think your cheolie deserves to cum?” he looked at you, pulling his cock out then flipping you & fucking you tons of rounds till the only thing you could say was his name. seungcheol.

knowing that you would wake up sore with tons of love-marks,but you were okay, you loved every single bit of that night because you were with him.

#seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen scenarios #scoups smut #seungcheol smut #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol fluff #scoups x you #scoups x reader #scoups fluff #scoups scenarios #svt smut

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jaebeomsbitch · 1 year

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Best Friend's Kisses (E.M.)

Summary: After seventeen long years of friendship Eddie decides to fulfill a ten year old promise. Something whispered in the middle of the night. He gives you the best gift of all.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem! reader, really only mentioned like two or three times

Mid-twenties Eddie and reader. Mechanic! Eddie

Warning: Slight smut at the end, talks of insecurity, making out, flirting, swearing, and melancholy reader. MINORS DNI!

AN: This is only my third fic on here. I'm still trying to understand the formatting.

Eddie Munson had been your friend since you met him on the playground in third grade. He had defended you against some asshole kid who tried to take away your toy. Pushed him to the ground and yelled at him, you’d been inseparable since then. You saw each other through the awkward phases of becoming teenagers, watched him struggle through high school, and then eventually graduate.

Now you were both in your mid twenties, still having movie nights at the Munson’s every Friday after your shift at the record shop. You had a chance to leave, to go to college in New York but you turned it down. Not that you told Eddie, you didn’t want him to feel guilty. Truthfully you did stay for him, afraid that he might break without you but, did he really need you?

Eddie was an incredible sweetheart, making friends left and right with whoever would listen to him. It seemed like anyone that had a chance to really talk to him could see beyond the rumor around him. He was surrounded by people who loved him. Sometimes you regret staying, maybe you could’ve become something. Maybe you could’ve gotten a good degree, move your parents out of this shitty town but you were afraid.

The truth being you use Eddie as a crutch, you always had. Hiding behind him, gripping onto the back of his shirt as he yelled at another person for you, cleaning him up after he fought with a guy for groping you, Eddie was your protector in a sense. So you stay, stay in the shitty down you despise, wallow in self pity for being a fucking coward like you always are, and spending your days drinking or getting high with Eddie and his friends.

Today was a special day, Eddie had gotten a job at a mechanic shop. He always said that when he got his first paycheck he’d buy you something really special. He’d jump around from job to job until he found Earl. Earl was the only person who truly gave Eddie a chance.

“Honey, I’m home,” He jokes, walking into the trailer. Already expecting you to be lying on his bed when he comes home like you always are. He walks in shoulders hunched, face covered in grease stains, and hair knotted. “Gonna take a shower, then’ll be back. Got something exciting for you sweetheart,” He smiles, grabbing the pile of clothes you left on the foot of his bed ready for him. “Toodaloo,” he wags his fingers behind him as he exits the room.

Oh god what did he get you? Eddie had a reputation for going overboard, always saying he had to spoil his ‘princess’ because you were his longest friend. Always rambling about how you deserved the world for sticking by his side. Steve and Robin like to tease him, poking fun at your friendship. Always whispering, “you’ve never thought ‘bout it?” with their questioning gazes. It didn’t matter what either of you said, they never believed you. They could see the way the tips of your ears turned red or the way Eddie silently threatened Steve.

“I feel so much better,” He sighs, throwing himself next to you. He cuddles into the pillow, throwing the sheets over himself. “You forgetting something?” You laugh.

“Oh shit, sorry. M’tired,” He mumbles, eyes open wide. “Just go to sleep, Eds. You can give me whatever it is tomorrow,” You whisper. Trying to lull him back to sleep as you massage his scalp. “No, been waiting forever,” He murmurs, eyes blinking slowly. He must’ve been really tired for him to forget dinner. Eddie was never one to skip meals, always saying they were his favorite part of his day. You watch him sleep, he looks so peaceful with his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted. It isn’t until you hear the phone ring that you move your hand from his curls.

“Hello?” You whisper trying not to wake him up. “Oh hey! I was expecting Eddie,” Steve says on the line. “He got home and fell asleep immediately, I was just about to make dinner. What’s up?” You ask.

“You sound so domestic, like a housewife,” Steve chuckles.

“Yeah, yeah. Hardy har har.” You roll your eyes leaning against the wall.

“H-has he given you the present yet?” He asks out of nowhere.

“No, he just said he had something for me then fell asleep two seconds later. I don’t know what he did today but he skipped lunch. You know how unusual that is for him,” you say slightly concerned.

“It’s just… he loves you a lot you know?” Steve says, his voice sounding a little weird.

“Yeah and I love him too,” You reply quickly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Just… keep that in mind, I’ll see you tomorrow,” He says.

“What wh-” He hangs up. What the fuck was that about? Of course you’d see Steve and the gang tomorrow, it was your weekly get together with the adults of the group but this felt weird. It almost felt like something monumental was supposed to happen today.

You try to shake away the feeling, looking through the fridge to see what they have. Cheese and tortillas, the ones you brought from home because you ‘accidentally’ bought two packs. You make quesadillas like you’ve made all your childhood, they were quick to make and easy for Eddie to eat while he’s half asleep. He had this miraculous way of waking up, eating, and forgetting that he even ate when he woke up.

“Eds… Teddie,” you whisper, gently shaking his shoulder until he groans. He gained the nickname after a long night of calling each other annoying nicknames, you saw your childhood teddy bear and instantly thought of Eddie. Just like it, he brought you comfort and he was also the person to give it to you. Claimed he won it in a claw machine for twenty five cents but you knew he had saved his money for weeks to buy it for you. You'd seen it at the store when your mom dragged you shopping for your sister's new clothes.

“I know, I know, baby. Just eat and you can go back to sleep okay,” You whisper, sitting on the ledge of the bed next to him. He slowly blinks, turning toward you as he scratches his neck languidly.

“Come on, eat,” You show him the plate but he still blinks at you not understanding. So you feed him like a sick child, watching as he takes little bites and tilting his head forward when he needs a drink. “Go back to sleep,” You whisper, kissing him on the forehead as his eyes close again.

Steve was right, it all felt entirely domestic. You’d never treat him, Robin, or any of your other friends like this but Eddie, he was special. Your heart clenches at the idea, always longing for Eddie in a way you know is not possible. Always afraid you’d ruin your seventeen years of friendship, afraid you’d lose the one person who made you feel comfortable. You’d always cuddled with him, he was overly touchy with you to the point that everyone thought you were together. You were always off limits to the other guys in Hawkins, only ever catching the eye of passersby. You fall asleep, thinking about all the should haves and could haves.

The sun filters through the small crack in the curtains hitting you straight in the face. You look around the room, remembering you fell asleep next to Eddie. His arm is around your waist, head buried in your neck, hair tickling your nose. You try to stretch as much as you can while being basically pinned down by Eddie.

“Ten more minutes,” he mumbles, pulling you closer.

“You slept for sixteen hours already,” you snort.

“Not enough,” He nuzzles into your neck.

“You gotta stop that or I’m gonna piss myself,” You say, trying to pry his arm off of you.

“Do it, you wouldn’t dare,” He challenges.

“No I wouldn’t but seriously, I gotta go!” you say more urgently.

“Fine, but you jump right back in bed the minute you finish,” He bargains.

“It’s almost one o’clock, I am not staying in bed,” You protest, still pulling at his arm.

“Either way you still owe me a present,” You say.

“Oh shit, I forgot,” He says, finally letting you go. You run to the bathroom to take care of yourself, peeing and brushing your teeth. You’d had a toothbrush right next to Eddie’s since your first sleepover, he always took charge of changing it out every couple of months.

“So what’s the plan for today?” You ask, rummaging through his closet.

“Eat, present, meet Robin and Nance and 'em,” He says, standing up from the bed to join you. He picks up a pair of black jeans, his favorite because “they fit him the best and they make his ass look good,” according to Eddie. It was warm out, you could already tell by the heat in the trailer so he picks out a cutoff tee that shows off the sides of his ribs if he moves a certain way. He didn’t know this was your favorite shirt of his. He always looked so fucking hot with it on, his tattoos peaking through the side, his midriff exposed at the corner of your eye. Well if he was going to play that game you needed a better outfit, no band tee for you.

You search through your overnight bag for the black lacy cami top that usually leaves him speechless and a pair of shorts. He looks at the outfit in your hand and gulps.

“Great, I’m starving,” You wink at him as you walk by. What the fuck were you doing? What has gotten into you? He might’ve just been thirsty or something. There was no guarantee he even noticed what you grabbed or even cared. When you come out dressed you hear Wayne’s voice to the right of you talking to Eddie about his job.

“Good…afternoon!” You greet them.

“Finally decided to wake up I see,” Wayne says, eyebrow raised. He wasn’t judging you, he liked to tease but he knew how hard Eddie and you worked. He always treated you like a dad, more than your own father. He was protective and caring in his own way.

“Blame Teddie,” You nudge Eds in the ribs.

“You know I need my beauty rest,” He says, flicking his hair.

“Maybe you need to sleep longer,” Wayne’s eyes light up, teasing Eddie.

“Some sleep would do you good,” Eddie says, tone more serious. Wayne had been picking up more shifts lately, you had hardly seen him the last three weeks.

“I’m already as pretty as I’ll get,” Wayne grumbles, not liking Eddie’s concern.

“Weren’t y’all ‘bout to get food, c’mon get,” Wayne pushes you both out, slamming the door behind you two.

“He really is overworking himself,” You sigh as you climb into Eddie’s van.

“I know, that’s why I’ve been taking longer hours at the shop. Just want to take some burden off the old man,” He says, eyes focused on the road. You both sit in silence on the drive to Benny’s, thinking about how stuck you felt.

You wanted to help Wayne in any way you could but you still weren’t making enough money. You rented out a room from your parents because according to them the second you turn eighteen they weren’t supposed to help you anymore. Even if you wanted to leave you couldn’t afford the lease. You remember all those nights with Eddie, dreaming of the day you finally became adults so you could become independent.

“We’re here,” Eddie says, snapping his finger in front of your face.

“Fuck, you scared the shit out of me,” You jump, hand clutching your chest.

“What’s got you so spaced out?” Eddie asks, during the short walk into the diner and into your “designated” booth.

“Nothin’” you say, playing with the salt and pepper shakers.

“C’mon tell me what’s on your mind,” He pushes.

“I just wish I could do something to help Wayne out,” You sigh, not looking up at him.

“Me too,” He says, taking the pepper from your hand and playing with it. You didn’t expect the heavy atmosphere but thankfully it's broken when Doris comes over with your drinks. You always ordered the same thing, every week.

“Here’s your cola’s, just put in your order,” She smiles.

“Thank you!” you beam at the sugary beverage.

“There’s something magical in these sodas I swear,” You moan, as you gulp it down.

Eddie’s looking at you through his eyelashes, tongue swiping at his bottom lip.

“Yeah tastes pretty good,” He observes, voice deeper than normal and pupil’s slightly blown out. You make conversation over your pancake breakfasts, talking about shitty customers and bonding over telling them to fuck off. The tension from earlier is gone as Eddie promises he can scarf down his food in less than ten minutes.

“I never said you couldn’t do it, I just said it wasn’t worth the upset stomach I know you’re gonna have,” You say, walking toward his van.

“Well it was worth it,” He gives you a toothy smile.

“Now for the big event,” He says, as you both get in the van.

“Big event?” You question.

“Got you a surprise, something I promised you a long time ago,” He says, staring into your eyes. There’s something there you don’t recognize, his gaze looking different. You wrack your brain trying to decipher his riddle. What did he promise you? He had made so many promises over the years, pinkies intertwining each other as Gareth made fun of your childish ways.

“Okay…” You look at him suspiciously.

“But, I’m gonna need to blindfold you,” He says, eyes full of mischief.

“Ooh kinky,” you wag your eyebrows at him. His eyes slightly widen before he snaps out of it and grabs a scrap of fabric from his door.

“Turn around for me sweetheart,” He mumbles. You can’t help but slightly shake as he places the opaque fabric over your eyes, his hand brushing the back of your head as he knots it in place. The entire act felt all too intimate, your heavy breaths in the silent van weren’t helping either.

“Can you see anything?” He asks, presumably waving a hand in your face as you turn to sit straight.

“Nothing, scouts honor,” You say, raising two fingers.

“You weren’t even in the scouts,” He laughs, turning the key in the ignition. You don’t know what direction you’re heading in.

“Oh my god are you gonna murder me? Been playing the long con? Get me comfortable so I go without protest,” You tease.

“Oh yeah, gonna chop you up in the forest in the name of satan,” He says dramatically.

“Sounds ‘bout right,” You laugh, as he pulls to a stop.

“We’re here, just give me a second” He says, opening the door and rounding the car to open yours less than a second later.

“Wrap your arms around my neck princess,” He says, carrying you out of the van and placing you on your feet.

“Woah,” You grab onto his arm as the dizziness sets in.

“You alright?” He asks, concerned laced in his voice.

“Yeah just give me a second. M’dizzy” You say, gripping harder onto his bicep.

“Take your time,” He says.

“I’m ready,” You say after a minute. “Okay, just follow my voice. It’s a trust exercise,” you can hear the smile in his voice as he leads you. “There’s like three steps, just take ‘em slow. Here’s the first one,” He says, stopping so you can get your footing. He leads you up the last two, “Before you take your blindfold off… just, I don’t know. J-just I don’t even know how to explain it,” He says, voice full of nervousness.

“Eds, I feel like I've been blindfolded for an hour. If this is another prank I will fucking kill you,” You threaten.

“Not a joke, promise,” He says, “Ready?”

“Been ready,” You answer. He takes your hand putting something cold in it and leaning over your shoulder to see the knot. You blink at the sudden light, trying to grab your bearings.

“W-what?” You asked confused. He’d placed a key in your hand, you were standing in front of a house.

“We always promised we’d move out together, it was time for me to bank it in,” He smiles.

“Wait, what?” You still couldn’t believe it. It had to be some sort of joke, he probably found this key on the floor.

“C’mon open the door,” He nods his head in the direction of the lock.

“You’re serious?” You ask, eyes wide in shock.

“As a heart attack. C’mon! I’ve been waiting for months to show you it,” He says, pressing you to open the lock. Your hands shake as you approach the door, the key surprisingly sliding in and turning. Oh no he wasn’t lying, this wasn’t an epic prank. You open the door to an empty living room, his hand guiding you inside.

“I haven’t picked out the furniture yet, thought you’d want to do it together,” He stammers, as you silently scan over the room. It was nice, the entrance opened to the living room, to the left was an open floor plan kitchen, and to the right a bedroom.

“T-together?” You stutter. You were speechless.

“I know how much you hate living at your folks home and you know we made that promise that we’d move out together when we had the money,” He says scratching the back of his neck. He was nervous at your lack of response, did you hate the house? Maybe he should have consulted you first.

“So you and me, living together?” You question, taking in every single detail.

“Yes, just you and me. Maybe Wayne but I doubt he’ll leave the trailer. He’ll finally have a bedroom again though,” He trails off.

“Holy shit, this is for real?” You ask again, walking around the living room toward the kitchen.

“Oh my god how many times do I have to say yes. Did I tie that blindfold too tight? Not enough oxygen in your brain” he chuckles at his joke. You jump into his arms, legs straddling his waist. You hold onto him like a monkey as he grabs your thighs.

“This is the best present ever! Holy shit, Eddie,” You say hugging him close.

“Least I can do for your long years of serving me loyally,” He laughs, walking deeper into the house. You slide down his body as he pulls you through, giving you the grand tour. The house had three bedrooms total, apparently he got an insane deal on the property. Someone from the shop got a huge opportunity in Indianapolis and was trying to get rid of it. They passed down the title to Eddie instead of going through a broker.

“Now this, I think may be your favorite part,” He says, pulling you toward the back door. Your hands entwined, which was not unusual for you both. He opens the door to a beautiful garden, the previous owners must’ve loved this place. It was full of flowers and fruit trees.

“There’s a perfect shady spot to read your books, we could put a table out there and have breakfast together,” He says.

“Holy shit Eddie, it’s perfect,” You say, pulling him in for another hug. He’s bent at an awkward angle to meet your height. Without thinking you peck him on the lips before letting him go and walking down the steps to the garden. You look back at him still frozen in that weird position.

“What’s wrong?” You ask oblivious to what you had just done.

“D-did you just kiss me?” He asks, running down the stairs to meet you halfway down the yard.

“T-that was-” You stutter, realizing what happened. He towers over you, hand tilting your face upward as he kisses you again.

“This okay?” he mumbles into your lips. You move your hands to his shoulders, nails digging into the skin. “Mhm,” You agree, trying to pull him closer. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip with a groan, his kisses becoming more desperate. You open your mouth inviting him in, his tongue mapping out your mouth as you moan. “F-fuck,” You breathe out as he pulls away, kissing down your neck. You’d never been touched like this by Eddie, his hands running all over you anguished for a piece of skin to grab onto. He leans his forehead against yours, as you both catch your breath, his hands under your shirt on your hips.

“W-what was that,” You stammer.

“Been wanting to do that since middle school,” His breath ghosts over your face as he leans back to look at you, skin flushed and chest rising rapidly.

“Since fourth grade,” You laugh, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him down to your level.

“That long?” He says incredulously.

“You were my first crush,” You admit, face flushing at the confession.

“You were mine!” He says, voice raising in astonishment.

“So we could’ve been doing that for fuckin’ years?” He says more to himself than you.

“Guess so,” You shrug your shoulders.

“No wonder everyone thought we were dating. You made the goo goo eyes at me I made the goo goo eyes at you,” He laughs.

“That was your fault! You always had an arm around my shoulder or were holding my hand. Anyone would’ve thought we were together!” You reply.

“As if you didn’t love it. Don’t think I didn’t see the way you look at me when I wear this shirt,” He teases.

“So you admit you did it on purpose?” You ask, smacking his chest.

“Course gotta make you all nervous,” He pecks you on the lips.

“Well don’t think I don’t notice all the times you stare at my boobs especially when I wear this,” You motion to your outfit.

“I fucking knew it! You’re a temptress y’know that?” He growls, pulling you in for another kiss.

“Anyway, I was always touching you because I didn’t want anyone hanging around my girl,” He mumbles at his admission, neck and cheeks flushed.

“Your girl?” You question, eyebrow raised.

“Always have been, always will be,” He reveals.

“You don’t know how many girls I had to fight off,” You chuckle.

“No way! I had to fight off half the town. You don’t even know how many fist fights I got into because of you,” he says.

“Girls are a lot more vicious. You know there was always a rumor going around about you,” You divulge.

“Oh yeah?” He motions for you to go on. “Always heard you had a big dick,” You reveal before hiding in his chest. You feel his chest vibrate as he laughs, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teases.

“Yes I would,” You say, gaining confidence. You look up at him, the way his chocolate brown eyes are swallowed by his pupils. He pulls you in for another kiss, this one faster and more aggressive, it almost felt primal.

“Finally!” Robin cheers from the door, Eddie groans at the sound. He forgot he called them while you were changing. Steve, Robin, and Nancy scramble down the stairs giving you both congratulations. Gareth, Jeff, and, Grant arriving a few minutes later. Eddie’s annoyance dies down when he sees your face loving the way you laugh around your friends. You spend the rest of the afternoon drinking and eating take out with them. Nancy had brought a board game, this felt like home. Having them all here, Eddie's arm wrapped around you as he kisses your temple. You were finally home.

Eddie was finally yours and you were finally his. All your internal struggles and insecurities paid off. You had won the big prize at the fair! You spend the night on a blow up mattress with Eddie, eventually popping it because he has no control. After years of waiting you both felt more than desperate, clawing at each other's clothes.

“Shit- shit shit! M’close,” You moan.

“Fuck me too!” his eyes roll to the back of his head, thrusting in and out at a brutal pace.

“Say you’re mine, wanna hear it,” He begs.

“M’yours, always yours,” You claw at his back. “Yes yes yes yes,” He rambles until you’re both seeing stars. He pulls out of you, pulling you to his sweaty chest.

“This has to be a dream,” He exhales, staring at the ceiling. You kiss his chest in response. It was all too real. Your dreams had become reality. You finally had Eddie in your arms. You were his and he was yours just like you both promised when you were children.

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mylonelydreaming · 1 year

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All Co-Habitation Evidence *TotK Spoilers*

I'm going to hide all of this behind a read-more if you would like to remain unspoiled on everything like npc interactions, towns, quests, etc. Which I do have to talk about when it comes to this topic. Now, without further ado:

The bed in the house is the exact same as BotW, and unlike other beds in the world, you can freely sleep in it. If we open up both botw and totk, the bed is the exact same one from botw. Meaning that at the absolute minimum, Zelda has been sleeping in Link's bed. However, if you go up to the bed, Link can still sleep in it. There are very few beds that are free in this game, and the only other beds you can sleep in is obviously communal beds, such as those at lookout landing for those who are sick, injured, etc. You cannot normally sleep in another person's bed.

2. Link's hair-tie, Zelda's diary and the Champion's photo.

If you have completed The Champion's Ballad DLC, and correctly transferred your save, then the photo will still be there. But more importantly, the house has a new addition. Behind the house is "Zelda's secret well" that functions as her new study. In that well, you will find one of the volumes of her diary, hot-footed frogs splashing around, and Link's hair-tie in the corner of the room. Link never took that hair-tie off in botw (only when wearing the ancient helm), so it's a bit suspicious that it's down here of all places.

Not only this, but if you read the volumes of her diary, both the one in the well and on the desk near the bed, there are a couple of things that stick out:

Firstly, Zelda had Bolson build the well because she needed somewhere to focus alone. If she was living by herself, this makes no sense (and, in japanese, rather than "my house" it's simply "the house" here).

Secondly, Zelda states that Link is always by her side. To the point his clothes have become worn. So as a gift she made him a new tunic (and she "can't wait to see the look on his face" when he gets it, just saying).

and third, she had to hide said gift in the castle, otherwise he would find it in the house.

3. The School and Symin

During the time-skip, Zelda founded a new school in Hateno, where she became a teacher. Due to this, a child who misses her visits the house at around 12-2pm and calls it "Ms Zelda's house".

However, if you talk to Symin, he has this to say:

So, clearly, this is not Link's first time here (which should be obvious, how exactly did Zelda get to Hateno and the house in the first place after botw's ending? Link brought her there). He even asks Link why he came back to the village alone without Zelda. Additionally, if you go upstairs and read the "School Notes" it says this:

It talks about the opening expedition under the castle happening soon, and reiterates Link being by Zelda's side. Interestingly, in that opening sequence Zelda says she is glad she didn't leave the Purah Pad behind. Meaning she's glad she didn't leave it at home.

But wait, there's more

There is a side-quest at the school where Link becomes a teacher / substitute teacher. When you finish the quest, one of the children says this:

They say they already thought of Link as a teacher figure even before this quest. To add onto this, there is another child who wants to become a hero and is "always on the lookout for baddies".

4. Manny

Manny is an interesting case. At first, like some other npcs, he seems to have been entirely memory-wiped to be approachable for brand-new players who didn't play botw, but then he has the following to say:

So, first of all, he doesn't call the house "Zelda's house" and instead calls it "the house the princess was staying at"

Secondly, he asks Link to "keep the naive, new-in-town act" to a minimum.

Third, Manny has another dialogue, he wants to "check every well" in town to find frogs for Ivee (because, similar to his quest with Prima in botw, he thinks that's what she likes). But after he says this, he seems to realize he should not have said that in front of Link, saying "Uh oh, no coming back from that one" in the smaller text as though he knows Zelda's well is off-limits. Combined with him calling the house "the house the princess was staying at" he seems to know something.

5. Two Place settings, etc

The house has two places set, two towels, etc. And just in general a lot of things for supposedly one person. There is also a bigger kitchen, and let's be honest with ourselves here, who is more about cooking and actually good at it, Zelda or Link?

Under the stairs in totk

VS botw:

Now, for this next section, I have to talk about things regarding another town in the game, a quest and a mechanic many have not unlocked yet. Continue to read at your own peril (I would hide it under another read more if I could)

The Tarrey Town House

During TotK, after we wake up and leave the sky islands, we can complete a quest to unlock the ability to build a brand-new "Dream Home" in Akkala, close to Tarrey Town.

The quest involves baby-sitting Hudson and Rhondson's child, Mattison, who, if you'll recall, did not exist yet in botw. In totk, she is starting to gain independence and appears to be around 5 or 6 years old:

I doubt Link was sleeping rough for several years (and Zelda would never be okay with that). Anyway, Link babysits her, goes up into a hot-air balloon with the family, and then has to watch a tear-jerking scene between Mattison and her parents as she has come of the age young gerudo girls have to go to Gerudo Town and stay there until they get older and are ready to venture the world.

It is only after completing this quest, a quest completely about parenthood, that you are offered the "Dream Home" by Rhondson.

Additionally, an npc at the nearby stable has this to say:

So, the in-universe implications of the dream home is that it is a family home, something you only buy when you plan to marry someone or start a family.

Adding onto this, the dining table in the dream home has four seats instead of two. But there's also an interesting comparison to make with the Hateno house. The Hateno house had two seats and two places set, this house has four seats, but is clearly only being used by one person:

In other words, Link is living by himself in a house meant for a family. Which is depressing to think about, but in the context of the game makes sense.

But there's something else. In the new house pieces (including a study you cannot use yourself), all the photos on the wall are of Hateno Village:

Why would Link hang photos of Hateno in his new home, if it was not important or nostalgic to him? (and, as a minor detail, the same yellow flower is in both houses, presumably Link's favorite flower)

In conclusion, it's clear from all the evidence that not only were they living together in Hateno, but the brand-new house actually has it's own implications behind it (and further proves that Hateno was and is important to Link).

Oh, and there is also one last thing, in the japanese version of the game, but I can't mention it here because it is an even bigger spoiler than all of this combined. It'll be an addition to this post later

#zelink #tears of the kingdom #totk #totk spoilers #tloz #hateno house #hateno village #nintendo is simply being subtle #It took me two days to dig all this up but it was worth it #your honor they snuggle #hold hands even

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pinkrelish · 7 months

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do you think once miss mouse and eddie were in an established relationship she’d bake cakes for his and adrie’s birthday every year?? i feel like she’d go full out for adrie like full on multi tiered princess cake and the first time she does it eddie and his baby just go absolutely feral in the best way possible

ps typ is my favourite slow burn EVER i love it withh all my heart ur so talented

today's my birthday so it seems fitting to answer this! wc: 496

morning dawns soft blue in a kitchen warmed by low lights, and orange coils. a kettle boils water too hot for a third cup of instant coffee, and cooked sugar enriched by vanilla bakes through the small apartment. suffocating heat from the oven on the early june day breaks sweat on your forehead as you re-whip the frosting you made an hour ago, plastic bowl in your arms still cold from the fridge. the yellow cake cooling on the rack simple, homemade. jack of all trades, master of none, it's nothing impressive, just something to tide adrie and neighborhood kids over until the big party on the weekend.

still, when your big snoring man shuffles in with a bedhead halo and plaid pajama pants with one drawstring longer than the other, his raw wonder catches the husky sleep deep in his throat—"aw, baby, what're you doin'?"

you shrug, too shy to admit how early you woke up to do this, suddenly embarrassed with your effort to make a good impression on his daughter's first birthday with you in her life. he had no clue what you had planned for her real cake, and already your cheeks went hot from the lovesick shine flooding his eyes, big softy about to cry while he scratched his stomach under his shirt.

"you're too much," he says in a shake of his head. too much on a thursday morning when her party comes saturday afternoon.

his bare feet scatter the balloons creeping across the carpeted floor, blown up by him late last night until he felt faint, and ready to be popped in the energetic rush of cake for breakfast. on his way to you, he passes the one wrapped gift of a latch hook rug kit beneath the happy birthday banner you hung crooked even with his help. it was a creativity driven present to keep her busy before she got her big girl bike in two days time. training wheels most definitely included.

any second now adrie would run through the streamers you both taped to the top of her door frame, so eddie made quick work of putting the frosting aside and smothering kisses atop your head, wielding his dad strength to hug you tight to his chest, steering you into a twirl by his hold on your wrists, rocking from foot to foot until your back was crushed to his front.

tucking his chin to mash his nose to your hair, his heavy hum vibrates through your skull as he surveys the usual munson fare mingling with your new traditions, slowing your bodies to a gentle sway until his sigh empties from his lungs. "you mean everything to us, you know that?"

"i know that," you answer so softly it was lost in the bubbling hiss from the kettle before he shut off the burner. "you're everything to me, too."

"thank you, baby."

"thank you, handsome." thank you for this moment, this family, this love.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #the yes policy #dad!eddie #eddie munson fluff #i tried to keep some details vague to avoid spoilers but this whole thing is basically a spoiler lmao #i'll probably turn this into a proper oneshot or blurb in the future

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 1 month

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can i request a hotch x two-years-old-daughter!reader? i could totally see her begging her dad to let her wear her pink, poofy princess dress when hotch has to take her to work with him. but while hotch is busy, she manages to wander off. she then meets spencer (i imagine this takes place when spencer’s just starting with the bau) & immediately clings to him lol. she’s just very giggly, bubbly, cuddly, & LOVES to play with his hair. & poor spencer is just so confused but is endeared by her nevertheless. & then hotch finally finds her & is relieved. <3

sorry it’s so long! love your works!

Aaron Hotchner X Young Daughter reader

Request: can i request a hotch x two-years-old-daughter!reader? i could totally see her begging her dad to let her wear her pink, poofy princess dress when hotch has to take her to work with him. but while hotch is busy, she manages to wander off. she then meets spencer (i imagine this takes place when spencer’s just starting with the bau) & immediately clings to him lol. she’s just very giggly, bubbly, cuddly, & LOVES to play with his hair. & poor spencer is just so confused but is endeared by her nevertheless. & then hotch finally finds her & is relieved. <3

I do love young Hotch daughter who is completely opposite to her dad. Around season 1, Hailey is alive and just had Jack.

Third person pov...

Hailey smiles as her Husband runs around after their hyperactive 2 year old, little Y/N Hotchner was a ball of sunshine and energy.

The 2 year old was excited she had a baby brother and loved to play with him, though she loved playing with her Daddy even more.

Currently the little ball of energy was running around the house away from her Dad who was attempting to put her in her clothes, she was going to work with him for the day.

The little girl was only half dressed as she ran before the man could put her trousers on, giggling she shouts "no daddy!" As the man almost grabs her, a smile on his face.

Still chasing the girl, surprised at how quick she was for a tot, though he wasn't running more like in slow motion, wanting the chase to last a little longer, it wasn't every day he got to do this with his daughter (besides he had time before work started)

From the living room, Hailey watches her Husband and daughter with a smile on her face as she held her sleeping baby, Jack was sound asleep as if nothing was happening.

As they make another loop around the house Aaron stops and hops into the doorway of the living room, back pressed against the wall, Hailey watches her husband as he made a shush motion.

"Daddy?" Calls Y/N as the tot ran past the room, a confused look on her face and she looked for her dad. Poking her head around the door she looked at her Mum. "Where daddy?" She asks a pout on her lips.

Hailey fails to hide her smile as her daughter was grabbed and thrown upside down, giggling madly Y/N yelled to be let down. "Daddy! Let go" giggling even more when her tummy was tickled.

"Never, now its time for naughty girls to be dressed" he tells his daughter smiling wickedly as he continues to tickle his daughter, the H/C girl only wiggled in his grasp.

"No no daddy, wanna wear princess dress" yells the tot, Aaron stops his attack and looks at his wife. Hailey only shrugs her shoudlers.

Ever since her birthday Y/N loved one gift in particular, it was a beautiful poofy princess dress her parents got specially made for her.

She loved wearing it every time they went out and was always careful to keep it clean. Hotch sighs of course she would want to wear it to his work.

Looking down at the sad puppy look hisbwas getting he gave in. Hanging his head he stood up Y/N in his arms.

"Okay, Princess dress it is" he declared, dramatically, while bouncing the little girl in his arms before walking upstairs with a happy Y/N "yayy" cheers the young girl.

Finally ready to go Hotch grabbed his brief case, his lunch and Y/N lunch. As he headed for the door he called for Y/N the little girl eagerly bouncing over to him as he helped her put on her light up shoes.

"Ready princess" he asks her, Y/N gives him a huge gumming smile. "Yes Sir Daddy!" She saluted him before hugging her Mum and baby brother before leaving. "Good luck" Hailey whispers as she kisses Aaron.

When they arrived at the FBI headquarters Hotch pulls his daughter aside. "Now N/N, I know your excited, but I need you to stay close to me today okay? The office is busy and I don't want you to get lost" he explains to the girl.

Y/N smiles and hugs his neck giggling. "Yes Daddy! I be good" she smiles, Hotch pats her head a smile on his lips. "Thank you N/N" the two Hotchners then walk into the busy building.

And what a pair they made, Hotch in his usual suit and red tie combo, his stoic expresson on his face. Y/N in her pink poffy dress with light up shoes waving and smiling at all the agents she sees.

Once they get to the bullpen, Y/N is introduced to the team who are all excited to meet the young girl. Soon Hotch is busy in his office mountains of paperwork to go through.

On the floor lays Y/N, the young girl had grown bored it staying in the office. She had drawn lots of pictures, played with her toys. Now she wanted to explore.

Getting up from the floor she walks over to the door and opens it quietly, giggling silently she squeezes through the gap and is now free from the room.

Giggling she runs around the bullpen looking at all the desk and the members of her daddy's team, one person stand out to her, that's person being Spencer Reid who had jsut recently joined the BAU.

Walking up to thr agent she grabs onto his pant leg and shakes his gaining the surprised Dr's attention, looking doen and the girl dressed in pink spencer gives her an awkward smile.

"Hi..?" He says Y/N grins up at him. "Hi! I'm Y/N" she tells him proudly. Spencer is taken aback how smiley Hotches daughter is.

"I'm Spencer, nice to meet you Y/N" he says, before Y/N holds her arms up to him, Spencer was confused before realising she wanted to be picked up.

Nervously looking over to his bosses office he picks the girl up and sets her down on his lap, Y/Ns smiles brightens as she was held by the young man.

The brown haired man was surprised again when the ball on energy on his lap twisted around so she could koala hug him, pressing tightly to him Spencer hugged her back.

" your nice" came a muffled voice pressed to his chest, Spencer let out a surprised laugh at that making Y/N erupted into giggles all over again.

After hugging spencer the H/C tot began moving around as he tried to work, afgwr wriggling a bit she finally settled behind him, half sitting on top of his chair and half holding onto his back.

Y/N happily played with the agents hair as Spencer worked, he was slowly getting used to the girl spending time with him.

As this happened a very worried Dad was panicking in his office trying to find his daughter, after going through everything in his office Hotch threw open his door and stepped down the ramp into the bullpen.

Morgan stood from his desk as he saw the worried expression on the man's face. "Woah woah, what's happened Hotch?" He asks the worried man.

Shoulders shaking Aaron explained he couldn't find his daughter anywhere, instead of helping Derek just laughed and pointed.

Following his arm Hotch breathed a sigh off relief as he saw where Y/N had got to, smiling he watched his daughter laugh and play with the young doctors hair.

He was glad she was okay and made a new friend. Quickly taking a few pictures he sends them to Haily who messaged back just a quick. "Some one made a new friend" chuckling he responded. "I think they both made a new friend"

Putting his phone away he went back to his office, happy to leave his daughter in his agents capable hands.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot sorry for the wait! Sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

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polaroidpascal · 3 months

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valentine's day || frankie morales

AO3 || MASTERLIST

pairing : frankie morales x f!reader

summary : you and frankie’s anniversary just happens to be on valentine’s day. even though you have to work today, frankie makes sure everything is set up to go perfectly when you come home.

tags : M-18+, no use of y/n, lots and lots of kissing, frankie is sickeningly sweet and gives you princess treatment, reader wears lingerie, oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v sex (practice safe!!), multiple orgasms, praise kink, nicknames (so many nicknames…), lots of talking, coming together, creampie, little bit of sweet aftercare

WC: 6k (idk what happened to me…)

a/n : this is only briefly proofread so apologies for any errors or things that sound a little silly !! happy valentine’s day everyone 🫶

Your alarm wakes him up before it wakes you. The sound of the unoffending yet still dreadful beeping softly fills your consciousness but is quickly shut off. You hear some motion from the bathroom, still mostly asleep, and mere minutes later are greeted by sweet kisses to your neck and cheek, a hefty hand tracing your soft figure.

You slowly stir awake, kisses being oh so gently peppered across your face as you stretch to get your blood flowing again. You relax, open your eyes, and see Frankie, still sleepy-eyed but looking down sweetly at you.

“Good morning,” you say with as much of a smile as you can while still waking up.

“Good morning,” he says, matching your sleepy grin. “Happy anniversary, mi amor.” He leans down to kiss you. You melt into his soft lips, so soft that you think you might still be dreaming.

“Happy anniversary,” you say when he finally breaks away.

You and Frankie’s anniversary just happens to fall on Valentine’s Day, and you insist every year that he doesn’t need to do much, if anything, for you, but he does not take “no” for an answer. After the third year, you gave up your effort realizing that he was going to spoil you one way or another. You also gave up on finding any gifts for him (at his request -- nay, his command, basically) because, Your smile is enough, amor. And these hips, too, he’d flirt.

“Five years, huh?” you ask him, pure affection sparkling in both of your eyes.

“Why, are you sick of me already?” he jokes, eyebrows raised worriedly.

You laugh and shake your head, stretching some more with your arms reaching up to the ceiling. “Ugh, it should be a crime that I have to work today,” you say, arms crashing back down on the bed.

“I know, love.” he chuckles, gently rubbing your belly and kissing your forehead. “But hey, we still have all evening to celebrate,” he says playfully, smirking and nudging you a bit. You breathe a laugh, sitting up and getting your bearings before making your way to the bathroom to get ready.

Frankie gets up, too, making his way to the kitchen instead to make you breakfast before you start your day. He’s surprisingly quite the cook, and he knows you love it when he makes french toast. No one can make it like you do, Frank, you tell him. But this time, he uses a cookie cutter to make little hearts for you, frying them up perfectly as he does, and serving them all pretty for you.

You emerge from the hallway, hair barely halfway dry from a quick shower. It’ll look fine when I pull it up, you think as you towel dry it as best you can. You already smell the sweet cinnamon filling the air and know he’s treating you today. As you enter the kitchen, he’s turned away at the stove, still in his t-shirt and boxers, crew socks adorning his feet and hair still messy from sleep. You watch him cook up a serving for himself and see your plate neatly set on the table for you already, complete with a glass of apple juice (he knows that’s your favorite, too) and the best strawberries in the container he had bought. When you look down, you see the heart shaped toast and smile, a warmth filling your entire chest.

“Little hearts?” you say endearingly and he turns over his shoulder to smile at you before resuming his cooking. He finishes plating his helping, not bothering to make it even half as pretty as yours, and you sit down to eat together.

“Mmm,” you hum as you take a bite, “How do you make them better and better every time?”

“A chef never reveals his recipes,” he says, taking a bite as well. “So, I was thinking maybe we can go get dinner at that Italian place you like? I’ll bring you to work and come pick you up later, too. What do you think, princess?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” you say, smiling back at him before meeting his gaze again. “Wait, what about my clothes? I’d have to come back and get ready.”

“Well, what if we got you something new? Consider it my present to you.”

“Frankie, you already do so much, I don’t need new clothes too--”

“Ahhh, ah, ah,” he cuts you off, waving one hand back and forth. “No querida, none of that. I’m taking you to get something pretty.”

You cock your head to the side and smile as if to say, That’s really sweet of you. “Thank you, baby,” you say as you take another bite of your breakfast. When you finish, Frankie cleans up his and your plates, planting a kiss to the top of your head as he walks by. He tosses them into the sink to clean later as you gather your things and head to the car.

“Bye, love,” Frankie calls as you get out of the car. “Have a good day,” he says, a smile adorning his face.

“See you later,” you say and blow him a kiss. He catches it and holds it to his heart before he drives away.

On his way home, he stops at a florist stand and sees that they’ve put out some new signs. One reads, “The Language of Flowers” next to another reading, “Build a bouquet!” Frankie studies the chart reading what each flower is supposed to mean, carefully picking out an arrangement that says exactly what he wants to say. He grabs a positively beautiful assortment of pink, white, yellow, and red flowers making sure to place them in the most appealing way before grabbing a container of rose petals, taking everything to check out, and heading to the next store.

Immediately upon entry into the apothecary a few doors down, he’s overwhelmed with smells and candles and soaps and lotions -- and he has no idea what to even look for.

“D’ya need some help?” a low voice calls from the counter.

Frankie looks up and chuckles, “Yeah, actually, that would be nice.”

“What are you lookin’ for?” the man asks, looking down at the bouquet in his hand . “I’m assuming something for your lady, hm?”

“Yeah, I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for, really, but I wanted to surprise her. It’s actually our anniversary too and I want to make it special,” he says, blushing just a little.

“Well,” the man starts, “we’ve got a bunch of candles over here, small ones, big ones, anything you might want. And we’ve got some soaps and bath bombs over here. My wife, Tess, makes them all.”

Frankie smiles at that and asks, “And you help her sell?”

“Yeah, figure it’s the least I could do considering she makes it all. But anyway, if you need anything else, just holler.”

“Thank you so much,” he says before looking around the shop, taking inventory on all of the things he could buy. After smelling some candles and finding what he knows are your favorites, he finally decides what he wants and grabs everything he’ll need for later, checking out again and heading to the car to go back home.

Frankie lays his bags of goodies on the table and immediately gets to work around the house, starting with the dishes from this morning. He dries his hands and retrieves your laundry from the dryer to fold for you. Mid-folding, he pulls out a piece of cloth that he’s never seen before. He knows your clothes well (folding aside, countless times taking them off of you will do that) and he’s never seen this fabric before. As he unfurls the delicate garment, his jaw completely drops.

He holds up an intoxicatingly small and thin piece of lingerie, one he’s never seen before and his belly fills with heat. This has to be brand new, he thinks. She was gonna surprise me, huh? His jeans grow tight at the thought, unable to keep the fog from rolling in on his brain. He carefully lays it to the side for later and begins a futile attempt to push it out of his brain so he can finish the rest of this damned laundry.

Your phone dings at about 3:00.

Hey, baby. Let me know when you get off and I’ll be on my way. Love you ❤️

You smile and text back, I’ll be off in 30. Boss felt nice today 😊

Almost immediately, Frankie replies, I’ll be waiting, princess.

You blush and finish up your work as quickly as you can so you can touch up your makeup before Frankie picks you up. Just like he said, he’s waiting for you at the front of the parking lot ready to take you shopping. He’s absolutely beaming when he sees you approach, leaning over to kiss you tenderly when you hop into the passenger seat.

He pulls away asking, “Ready to go find something cute?”

“If you insist, loverboy,” you say with a smirk. He chuckles and shakes his head, pulling the car out of the lot and starting for the boutique you love.

You spend a while browsing the racks, accumulating an armful of dresses and one-pieces that catch your eye. Before you know it, your arm looks like it might as well be a rack itself with how much it's holding. “Here,” Frankie says, moving to grab the clothes, “let me take it, love.” You decide not to protest, but you finally make your way to a fitting room so he doesn’t have to carry any more.

It’s like your own little fashion show. With every outfit, you walk out of the curtains to your waiting boyfriend who looks absolutely dazed with everything you walk out in. But one particular dress has him sitting up a little different when you emerge.

“Oh, wow…” he mutters to himself, just barely loud enough for you to hear. You’re wearing a cute, short floral dress, a spring-y type, that isn’t even that fancy, really. But it's the way it hugs your figure perfectly, accentuating and complimenting every asset of your body that has Frankie all but salivating at the sight of you. You do a little spin for him, eyes coming to his face after the turn and seeing them almost glossed over.

“Do you like it?” you ask innocently.

He forces his eyes to meet yours and nods softly. “Yeah. Okay. I don’t need to see any more, that’s the one, hermosa,” he says as he stands up and walks towards you.

You laugh at his urgency and move to gather your things. Frankie pays and grabs everything but your purse from you as you make your way back to the car.

You get to dinner fairly early, parking the car at around 5:30. Frankie rushes out to open your door for you like the gentleman he is before taking you in his arm to walk into the restaurant. You sit at a beautiful little table decorated with a small fresh flower and a tealight candle, silverware and plates neatly set out already. Surprisingly, the restaurant is emptier than you thought it’d be.

“Love, how did you even get a reservation here?” you ask. “Don’t restaurants book up like months in advance for Valentine’s Day? We only decided to come this morning.”

Frankie laughs to himself for a moment before he confesses, “I did book this months in advance, I just didn’t tell you.” You reach over and lightly smack his hand and he laughs. He really did think of everything.

The rest of dinner goes wonderfully. You order your favorite dish and it’s cooked perfectly. Frankie gets a bottle of wine for the table, you joke and laugh, he steals a kiss or two of your hand… everything is just truly perfect.

You leave the restaurant and decide to take a walk down to a little ice cream shop, open a bit later just for today. You each get a scoop and walk along a lakeside through a park nearby, Frankie’s arm draped around your waist, the other holding a mini ice cream cone, while you eat from your little cup.

“Thank you, Frankie,” you say, looking up briefly at his face. He looks down and smiles sweetly back at you. “Everything was so nice. Even though I had to work.”

He squeezes you a little tighter and kisses your forehead. You walk a little further before he jokes, “Well, I wasn’t gonna sit around and twiddle my thumbs all day, was I?” You chuckle and lean into him some more. “You ready to go back home, mi amor?”

“Yeah, I’m ready. The bed is calling to me. If you listen real close, you might be able to hear it too.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughs and you head back to the car.

Frankie’s hand is glued to your thigh the entire drive, just sitting there wanting to feel the warmth of your soft thighs peeking beneath the hem of your new dress, the one he already loves so much. His eyes are glued to the road, but yours are glued to him, watching as he rests one hand on the top of the wheel, checks his mirrors routinely, and relaxes into the motions of driving.

A warm puddle grows in your belly at the beautiful sight of him, spreading from right where he was rubbing you this morning as you woke up. You look down to your thigh and grab his hand. He glances over for a second and tries to responsibly divide his focus on the road and your hand guiding his slowly further and further up your leg, brushing the middle of your panties and spreading the slick gathering there to dampen them even more.

You hear him grunt softly under his breath at the feeling and the soft whimper that leaves your mouth, feeling his thick fingers brushing your clothed core.

“Amor, please… we’re almost home,” he begs. You whine as you roll your hips a little into his hand at him and he grunts again, trying to stifle it as best as he can.

“Since you planned everything, I'm sure you planned to fuck me too, hm?” you tease and fight the urge to plunge his fingers into your underwear and have him finger you right here, right now.

“Baby… you have no idea,” he teases as he starts to rub you over your underwear. You whine and lean back into the seat, your hips following the movement of his hand.

He takes his hand away as you pull into the driveway, getting out again to open your door for you. This time, he leans down and kisses you deeply, tongue knocking at your lips waiting to be welcomed inside your mouth. He grabs your hand to lead you inside, walking a little too fast and excitedly for you to keep up.

“Frankie, hang on a second--” you say, stumbling in your heels to keep up. He slightly fumbles with his keys for just a moment, playing it off well trying to hide his excitement. When he opens the door, you almost go weak as you gasp, hand up to your mouth taking in all that you see. “Oh, Frankie…”

Candles. Everywhere. Little ones sitting on the tables and lining the hallway, a small walkway of them leading directly to your bedroom. In between them, a sparse trail of rose petals acts like a bright neon sign saying “this way to the bedroom!”

He hugs you from behind, kissing your neck when he asks, “Do you like it?”

“Like it? Frankie this is too much, you really didn’t have to do all of this…”

“I had Pope stop by when we left the ice cream shop to light them all,” he says softly in your ear. “Go inside, I have one more thing to give you,” he says, pushing you slightly in the door. “Well, two things really, but only one that’s not at the end of this yellow brick road paved for you.”

He takes your hand guiding you to the kitchen where you see a beautiful bouquet of flowers dressing the table. You can tell he made it because of the seemingly random selection making up the bouquet. “Did you make this, baby?”

“I did,” he says, hugging behind you once again. “That flower shop in town had it set up. They had this cool chart, too. Apparently different flowers mean different things.”

“Oh?” you ask, looking around at him.

“Yeah. I took a picture of it so I wouldn’t forget.” He pulls out his phone for reference. “Look here,” he points, “this tulip right here is for love, of course. This one here is an apple blossom. It says it means ‘I prefer you before all.’”

You feel tears well up in your eyes as he continues, “This one, the lily, is for pure love. And the honeysuckle is for devoted affection--”

You turn around in one smooth motion and kiss him fervently, pressing yourself impossibly close to his lips, unable to control yourself as the love ignites like wildfire in your chest. His hands come up to your cheeks to hold you steady as he kisses you back, deeply and passionately. “And that last red one there, the fuschia…” he mumbles as he finally pulls you away and smiles. “That one means ‘I like your taste.’”

You kiss him again, legs already moving to your bedroom and you pull away, the two of you chasing each other down the hall like a couple of teenagers home alone for the first time.You follow the tealights and rose petals to your room, the door slightly ajar. And when you open it, there’s even more rose petals than before scattered across the floor and sprinkled on the bed. You see something folded at the edge, stepping closer only to stop in shock. “Oh my god... you did the laundry...?”

“I sure did, amor. Hey, this might be crazy but I found this thing in your batch that I’ve never seen before…” he teases, the smile on his mouth audible. You reach to pick it up and turn to face him. He looks back, smile fading and arms crossing when he says, “Are you cheating on me?”

You laugh and throw it at him. “You’re so stupid, Frankie!”

He laughs back and tosses it back to you. “Go on, amor, go put it on. I’ve been thinking about it all day, I wanna see it.”

You scurry over to the bathroom, garment in hand, to change. You slip it on -- it fits perfectly -- and fix your hair a little in the mirror. You can’t help but let out a giddy giggle before you turn to the door again.

When you come back into the bedroom, Frankie is already stripped down to his boxers, sitting at the edge of the bed. He looks up at you and you swear you can see his cock jump from where you’re standing. He nearly falls back onto the bed when you walk out, muttering something that you can’t quite make out. He beckons you over to him, his hands immediately connecting to your hips and tracing your figure. “Amor… mírate…” he purrs, his voice low and lustful.

You let his hands wander over your body, barely clothed by the lacy white lingerie adorning your body. He cups your boobs over the delicate fabric, the buds growing under his touch and a chill running down your spine.

“Frankie…” you moan, becoming putty in his palms.

He gently commands, “Lay on the bed for me. I need to taste you.”

You obey, switching positions with him as he stands and you crawl towards the head of the bed. You lounge there, knees spread as he crawls between your legs. His fiery touch like fireworks against your soft skin. He rubs the outsides of your thighs planting kisses leading up towards your middle, already soaking your brand new outfit.

He sees the wet spot there and kisses your core over the cloth, desperate to taste you. You moan at the softness, “Please, Frankie…”

He slowly… very, very slowly drags your panties off, reveling in the way you shiver when your wet heat meets the cold air of the room. “Good god…” he whispers, seeing the way you glisten in the dim light of the room. “So fucking wet…”

“Mhm…” you whimper, desperate to feel any part of him finally touch you.

Fighting every urge to dive straight in, he kisses the crease where your legs and hips meet… the lowest part of your belly right above your pussy… and each lip as you chase his mouth, desperately seeking him where you want him most.

He looks up at you, eyes completely black from lust, “Gonna let me treat you like a princess, hm? Be so good for me?”

You bite your lip at how hot he looks, inches from your middle and hair ever so slightly messy from taking off his clothes, waiting for you to answer him before he dives in. “Yes, so good for you, baby… need you so bad,” you whine and nod.

He keeps his eyes trained on yours as he lowers down, tongue sticking out as he licks a devastatingly slow and warm stripe up your center, drinking in all of you waiting for him. You throw your head back, eyes rolling as you moan and squirm under him. He starts slow, savoring every jolt and shiver and roll of your hips while his tongue dances in your folds.

“Yes, Frankie… feels so fucking good…” you cry. Your body subconsciously chases him, your thighs gently clamping his head as you grind on his tongue. Every rut up against his face makes him press into you harder and his tongue laps up every drop of you.

You gain the strength to look down at him again and he looks like he’s drowning, face completely buried within you, eyes closed and enjoying every second that he’s trapped between your legs. The sight of his hips gently and mindlessly driving himself into the mattress sends a flood of wetness through you and you flutter beneath his tongue. He feels it and moans against you, the vibration immediately sending another wave down there.

He pulls off for a short breath, “Fuck yes, baby… Such a good girl…”

You whimper at his praise and he gradually picks up speed, switching between broad, flattened strokes up your heat and focusing on your clit. His tongue draws pointed circles there and it sends electricity through your veins. You whine and writhe and moan as he eats you like a man starved, drinks you like he’s been stuck in a desert and you’re his oasis.

He moves down a little, focusing his mouth at your entrance. His nose is nestles perfectly against your clit as his tongue darts out into you, fucking you gently and moving his face side to side. “Oh my god, Frankie… yes, just like that…”

“Tastes so sweet, hermosa… fuck, you’re so gorgeous…” he moans into you. He feels you coming more and more undone on his mouth as you fight a losing battle to stay still underneath him. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, keeping you spread open but still letting you squeeze his face tight. He feels you get closer and closer but he slowly pulls off. You whine in protest looking at him with the most pitiful doe eyes he’s ever seen.

“Flip over,” he gently orders and you obey, turning and switching your weight to your knees and forearms. He grabs your waist and pulls you a little closer before his mouth is back on you, licking you from front to back and groaning into you. This angle makes it easier for his tongue to fuck into you, moving in and out and driving you fucking crazy. His hand snakes around your waist, fingers landing directly on your clit and drawing careful circles.

You fall closer to the bed still resting on your arms but relying on the strength of your shoulders to keep you from fully collapsing. “Oh my fucking god… right there, baby… please dont stop…” you beg.

“Gonna come for me, princess?... That’s it, all over my face, baby… Want it all…”

You back yourself up into his face without even realizing it, feeling the build up deep in your belly. You clench around his tongue and he moans, the vibration hurdling you closer and closer to your orgasm. “Yes, baby… fuck, I’m gonna come… right there… yes…”

“Let it go baby, let me feel you…” he says before picking up his unrelenting and intoxicating speed. All at once, it washes over you and you fully collapse onto the bed, back arching while you twitch and grind his face. He doesn’t let up, letting you ride out every last wave as he devours you until you pull away from him on the verge of overstimulation.

He leans back and wipes his completely drenched mustache and beard with the back of his hand. He looks breathless and blissful, but not as blissful as you, trying to get some strength back into your arms to hold yourself up, but Frankie puts his hand on your back pushing you down and grabs your legs to lay you completely flat. His giant hand rubs up your back, then he kisses a line down your spine feeling the goosebumps raise on your skin. “So good, princess. Such a good girl.” You whine at his praise again. “You like being my good girl, huh? Taking my tongue like that, doing just what I told you to do.”

You muster a weak, “Yes, Frankie… love it s’much…”

He cups your ass in his hands, “Wanna feel me all up in your belly now, baby?”

You can’t even answer him in words this time and pathetically whimper the equivalent of, Yes, please fill me up.

He rips off his boxers and grabs his cock, rock solid and already dripping, and he lines himself up with you, coating himself in the slick he didn’t drink up already and notches the fat tip at your entrance. “Gonna fill you up so good, baby… Gonna fit it all in there… so deep, huh?” He pushes the tip in as slow as he can before it slips in and you gasp at the feeling. He pushes in, inch by inch filling you up so perfectly… so fully… as you gasp and huff to catch your breath.

A rumbling groan erupts from his chest, “Fuuuuuck… my fucking god, baby…” You feel his cock twitching on you already when he bottoms out and tries to ground himself before he loses it too soon.

He leans down on top of you, arms on either side of your own and grabbing your hands in his. “So soft and warm, mi amor…” he purrs in your ear. “Your pussy was made for me baby…”

He kisses your shoulder as he slowly inches out and you whine at the loss before he quickly pushes back in, sitting up and grabbing your hips. He picks you up a little, getting the angle just right where he knows he’ll hit that spongy little spot that makes you see stars. His cock curls perfectly into it making you whine at every thrust, more and more slick spilling out of you every time.

You can’t even speak anymore. He already has you in a puddle of whimpers and whines, the only thing on your brain is how fucking deep he is in your belly.

“God, you look so pretty taking my cock, princess,” he says, drilling into you with his relentless speed. You feel a build up deep inside as he hits and hits and hits that one spot, your entire body going weak and limp as he builds you up. Your hand reaches around to find his at your hip and you squeeze it, a silent way of saying, Please don’t fucking stop.

“You like that baby? You gonna come again all over my cock?” he teases, never letting up and fucking deeper into you.

“yesbabyyes’msoclosefrankie” you babble, completely cock drunk and putty underneath him. He keeps going, egging you on and twitching inside of you.

“Yeah, baby… taking it so fucking deep… So good for me huh?... Who’s my good girl?”

It’s that last bit that has you clawing at the sheets and coming undone again underneath him in a mess of whines and moans and sobs. Your senses blur, your vision foggy and ears ringing with pleasure. It’s impossible to tell how loud you are right now, the only thoughts running through your brain are how to stay conscious while Frankie fucks you within an inch of your life. He holds your hips steady as you clench impossibly tight around him, fucking you up to the hilt and dragging himself along your spasming walls. He stills and his cock jumps again, this time he leans down again on top of you breathing heavily and fighting every single muscle in his body telling him to keep going.

“Fuck baby… that’s it, come back to me… so fucking gorgeous…” he rests above you, not moving for a minute and letting himself sit in your heat, harder than a fucking diamond inside of you.

Finally, he sits up again. “Love… you got one more for me, hm? Come on, you can do it…” he insists, rubbing up and down your back as you slowly come back down to earth.

“C’mon, princess, turn over one more time for me… Wanna see those pretty eyes and pretty lips…” he begs as he helps you move under him. “Oh, amor…”

Your face is a fucked out wreck, eyes half shut, makeup slightly smeared, and tiny tear marks decorating beneath your eyes. He leans down and sprinkles gentle kisses all over your face before settling at your lips, his tongue intruding your welcoming mouth as he kisses you deep. He presses his forehead to yours, “Gonna give me one more, baby… Be my good girl and give me one more, okay?” he whispers.

You nod weakly at him, hands coming up to rub his sides as he trails kisses down your face, your neck, and your chest, drawing one of your nipples into his mouth for just a second before sitting up to realign himself with you. “Ready?”

You nod, desperation plastered across your face as he lines himself up and pushes in. He watches as your jaw goes slack, eyes closed and brows furrowed at his reentry, a small sob escaping from your chest. He watches your face as he pushes all the way in and drags back out, slowly at first until he sets a comfortable pace. An uncontrollable chorus of desperate whines from you fill the air. He drapes your legs over his arms holding you in place because he knows you can’t keep them steady anymore.

“So fucking good baby… you’re so perfect… feel so good…” he babbles as he fucks you, sprinkling kisses all over your legs. He lets them down and lays on you, impossibly deep in your belly as he cups your face with one hand and holds your own with the other. He kisses you feverishly as he reaches places in you with his cock that only he could ever possibly hit.

His sounds and touches make one more pool of arousal drip in your stomach, slowly but surely building up inside of you. His breathing gets harder and faster, his hips just starting to falter a bit. He lifts up from your lips and looks at your eyes, closed from the positively blinding pleasure you feel.

“Look at me baby… open those eyes for me… That’s it, love, look at me when I fuck you.”

You lock eyes with him. Even this close, you can’t tell where his pupils end and iris begins. You drink in all of his beautiful features, his face starting to look just as fucked out as yours has been. “So beautiful… I love you so much… You feel so fucking good…”

His babbling and inconsistent thrusts tell you he’s close. You use the last of your energy to answer him back instead of just pathetic sounds.

“You’re so sweet to me Frankie… fuck me so perfect…”

“Yeah? You like when I fuck you, hermosa?… My good little girl taking my cock…”

“Yes… ‘m yours baby, all yours…”

He grunts as his thrusts become completely sloppy now, fast and slow trying with every fiber of his being to keep it together but he’s almost at his limit. You feel him twitching hard now, hurdling you closer and closer faster than you thought you would as your walls flutter around him.

“I feel you baby… you getting close for me? Gonna come with me?”

“Yes, baby… wanna come with you… feels so good…”

“That’s it baby…” he chases his high, never once looking away from your face. “Look at me, baby… wanna watch you come on my cock…”

Each pound into you sends electricity up your spine. Frankie takes his hand from yours and drops it down to your clit, using his thumb to trace messy but firm circles on the little bundle of nerves. You screw your eyes shut, almost completely overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Gonna make you mine, amor… Look at me baby… ‘M gonna put a pretty little ring on that finger someday… you want that? You wanna be mine?”

Your mouth hangs open in a stupor. “Yes, baby, yes… wanna be all yours…”

His jaw goes slack too, huffing and grunting with every thrust. “Fuck yes, baby… fuck ‘m close… look at me when you come, baby… give it to me…”

You lock eyes with him and let the coil in your belly come undone, convulsing at his touch and choking his cock impossibly tight. He lets out an animalistic groan at you and it’s only seconds before he’s painting your walls with his cum, bottoming out and staying there as he jolts inside of you. Filling you up with more and more of him as his sticky spend leaks out of you around him. He buries his head into your neck and whines as he empties himself completely into you, all but crushing you with his weight while his hot panting breath dances across your body.

You both lay there twitching from the aftershocks and desperately try to catch your breath. He lays there so long that he’s mostly soft when he finally brings himself to pull out of you, cum immediately leaking out of you onto the towel that you didn’t even notice has been there the whole time, too blinded by everything else going on.

He watches the little show before he grabs the end of the towel to clean you up some, tossing it to the side and collapsing on his back next to you. You curl into his side tracing up and down his torso as you sigh, “Good god, Frankie…”

He chuckles and brings his hand down to stroke your hair. The two of you stay there for a little while more, basking in the afterglow and warmth of each other. Eventually, Frankie gently asks, “You wanna go rest in the bath a little?” and plants a kiss to the top of your head.

“Mmm…” you hum. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

He carefully rises to his feet, making his way to the bathroom to run the water. Suddenly, you remember something he said and call out to him. “Hey, baby?”

“Yeah?”

“What was that bit about the ring, again?”

“Shit--” you hear him curse. He comes back out to you with a slight urgency in his walk and kisses you… long… When he pulls away, he brings his hand up to your chin and whispers, “You never heard a thing,” planting a cute peck on the lips while you laugh at him before disappearing back into the bathroom.

a/n : ngl this one got away from me and i was not expecting it to be this long, but im not surprised bc im so down bad for frankie... (i also may or may not have already thought of a fluffy little sequel of sorts for this one bc im too insane about him...) anyway, happy valentine's day everyone, hope you enjoyed !! 🫶💜

#francisco catfish morales #frankie morales #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x female reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x y/n #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #valentines day #happy valentine's day #valentine's day special #valentine's day alone with my laptop

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ystrike1 · 4 months

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Run, Meil - By Ellian Yang (8.5/10)

A mad Emperor. A garden. Innocent love. Cutthroat competition. Flowers. Executions. Trauma and visions. An explosion of love that can't be stopped. Finally fear is the main element. Can you really forgive and marry a madman who killed you in your past life. Does it matter, when he can force you to marry him? Your opinion is meaningless.

Meil von Biseart is a happy young woman who has bad luck with men. Her favorite hobby is gardening. She's supposed to be a young married woman, but her fiance was a pervert. He left her for a woman that could satisfy his masochistic desires. So, Meil von Biseart lives a peaceful life with her loving father. She's still young and ready for the next proposal.

Everything is normal, but then she has a dream.

A dream where the entire country burns. Her father dies. Innocent people lie in the streets slaughtered.

Why?

What could have caused such a tragic end?

A stupid princess did it.

Princess Riella is a dumb pretty girl with an immature heart. She thinks she's entitled to everything. Her father spoils her too. The terrible dream tells her the princess fell in love. Deep love, with the Emperor who rules the Helberne Empire. The strongest empire.

Princess Riella entered a marriage competition. She didn’t win, and it turned out the Emperor had a lover all along. She was the only one in love, but that cruel Emperor planned to make her a puppet. Someone to warm the seat until he could gift it to his true love.

A sacrifice.

Princess Riella stupidly poisoned that lover.

That lover was, obviously, important to the Emperor. He was willing to use a puppet princess to protect her, after all. Upon her death he went mad. He never saw reason ever again, and his powerful Empire fell upon everything and everyone Princess Riella represented.

All because of some stupid jealousy.

Princess Riella didn't think for a second.

She was full of childish thoughts when she committed the crime.

Meil von Biseart cannot sleep. She's paranoid. She follows Princess Riella. She's smart, so Princess Riella chooses her as her personal lady-in-waiting.

They get along well.

Princess Riella is dumb. A narcissistic child....but she doesn't seem evil.

Meil von Biseart meets a man in the Emperors garden. He has red hair, so he cannot be the Emperor.

They become friends.

The Emperor does have a lover, but their relationship is strange. She's a nobody. The Emperor took her in for no reason, and he has never been romantic with her.

Frankly, the whole situation makes him look insane.

He gave a whole palace to this woman, who is a sickly pale commoner that doesn't even get along with him well. When they eat together they don't even smile.

The poor girl is a pawn.

She was chosen because she looks like his mother.

The Emperor forgot his mother.

She was the third concubine. The only one able to get pregnant. The King wasn't very fertile. Sadly, he impregnated the wrong concubine. The one he loved was his first, Elise.

Elise tormented that pathetic unloved concubine, and her son.

Eventually, she poisoned that concubine.

The boy lost his memories, and now he's surrounded by snakes. People who want him to marry a woman who looks like his mother, so they can kill her and activate his madness.

They plan to pin her death on some idiot princess, so they can take power.

Meil von Biseart makes friends with the red haired man, and she quickly falls into denial.

He can't be the Emperor.

Their friendship deepens.

He can't be the Emperor. That man has a lover he would kill for.

He starts flirting with her.

He can't be the Emperor. The Empress Selection Competition is a ruse to protect his beloved.

His madness leaks out when she is attacked.

It becomes impossible to deny.

There's a minor villain in this story, and her fate is incredibly sad. A jealous and greedy woman targets Princess Riella. Then, she targets Meil. When she dares to target Meil the men in her pocket are murdered by the Emperor himself. She is stripped of her title. The Emperor forces her family to cut all ties with her. She is left penniless in the streets to die the cruelest death of all. Homelessness and incompetence spell death for her. The greedy woman has no idea how to live without her family.

One of the snakes gives her a maid costume.

She tries to attack the Emperor's true beloved, Meil von Biseart, before she can unravel the mystery behind his madness.

Her death is horrible.

In between the horror there is so much sweetness. Meil and "Van" are sweetly in love. He thinks of her always, when he isn't by her side. Talking about plants with her is his solace. They're both plant nerds. Isn't that cute?

Meil digs too deep. She saves Van. The fake copy of his mother is a victim too. She agrees to expose the truth thanks to Meil. Van learns the truth about his past. His fake and twisted love leaves the palace in a hurry. She never loved Van.

She feared him all along.

I'm sure that's not a bad sign let's move on!!!

The first consort is still alive. Safely tucked away in her home country. The former Emperor never punished her. Her brother, and the snakes, are plotting to dethrone Van after the madness takes over.

That doesn't happen, because of Meil von Biseart. The first consort, Elise, is found and executed for killing the mother of the nation.

Meil von Biseart is his hero.

Van says losing her is the only thing that can hurt him.

His "love" for his mothers replacement was never real.

The happy ending you expect doesn't come.

Princess Riella was never the villan.

The snakes behind Van are gone.

The real truth is so much more horrible.

Van confesses his love.

He will propose soon.

The Empress Selection is canceled.

Meil von Biseart will wed him, and she will be loved for the rest of her days.

She dreams again, and she sees it. Van, in the grip of madness. Slashing through her nanny. Her guards. Her carriage door.

Her.

Van didn't just burn down her country. No, he tortured people left and right. He broke into carriages and slaughtered the people inside himself. He was mindless and hateful and he killed everyone she loved in her past life.

She wanted him to die.

That was the real truth lurking in her dreams.

She wakes up shaking in terror, sobbing. Her new love is riddled with darkness. Van is the perfect man for her, because she doesn't know anything.

The readers see it.

She doesn't.

He was behind plenty of horrible deaths during the Empress Selection. He's a terribly sadistic person. His sad backstory can't change that.

Meil von Biseart is a lower noble, from a tiny country.

She is completely in Van's hands.

She finally notices the huge power imbalance between them, but it's far too late.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #Run #Meil [Official]#Run Meil

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marvelobsessed134 · 4 months

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The basics

This is part of the Delicate Flower series

Pairings: Seb!Tommy Lee x Fem!Innocent!Reader x Lily!Pamela Anderson

Warnings: mentions of smut, mommy and daddy kinks.

Summary: Essentially headcannons about how you met them and your dynamic

You met Pamela and Tommy at a club believe it or not. Your ‘friends’ had dragged you there and you weren’t interested at all. They noticed the way you sat alone in your pink dress that reached your knees.

“Mind if we sit here?” Pamela asked. You looked up to see two of your favorite people. “Holy cow, you’re Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee! I- I’m a big fan of both of you guys.”

Tommy chuckled, “Glad to hear it.” The actress and drummer both sat down without your consent but you weren’t complaining.

“So, why are you all alone?” The blonde asked in a sympathetic tone. “Oh, well my friends who aren’t really my friends brought me here but I don’t even like this kind of stuff. I prefer to read and stay in the house with my cat.”

And did they love that response. They wanted to add a third in their relationship for awhile, wanted a girl who was quiet, shy and meek. Since Tommy is a dom and Pam is a switch, they needed someone submissive. And they found you.

That night you ended up dancing in between the two of them, hidden away from lurking eyes.

A few weeks later they convinced you to move into their Malibu mansion. Along with your cat, Lucy, of course.

All three of you sleep in the big bed together. Usually it’s you in the middle but sometimes Tommy’s in the middle.

They’re both very protective of you especially out in public. To the public eye you’re just a very close friend.

During sex you call them both mommy and daddy since you all share pretty much the same kinks.

You help clean up around the house and feed the animals (your cat and their dog, Star)

You’re basically just their live in girlfriend

But you love it and so do they.

Pamela likes to finger you a lot, she loves the feeling of your tight little pussy clenching around her fingers.

Tommy of course loves receiving head from you and loves to fuck you from behind.

He likes when you ride him while Pamela sits on his face and vice versa

He just likes to have both of his girls at once

The three of you like to have movie nights all snuggled up on the couch with blankets and snacks.

You’re just their spoiled princess

Pamela always buys you the last est fashion trends. Tommy likes to buy you lingerie and silly gag gifts

All in all, you’re happy to have found two people who love you.

#motley crue x reader #tommy lee #pamala anderson #pam and tommy #sebastian stan tommy lee x reader #tommy lee smut #tommy lee x reader #tommy x pamela x reader #pamela anderson x reader

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coppoladelrey · 2 years

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His Darling Wife

Summary: When Aemond’s lover threatens your family, you flee from your husband.

Aemond x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Violence, angst.

Tag List: @aemonds-war-crime

Masterlist

You’ve been married to the Targaryen Prince for almost a year now, you’re from a smaller House in the Reach, you have three brothers, and you are the youngest. Your mother is from Pentos, her family has a fortune so now your family has a lot of influence in Westeros. When your father told you that the King and Queen wanted you to marry their youngest son you didn't know what to think. But you and Aemond were able to become fast friends and with time, to love each other.

Even with the love you feel for one another you haven’t been able to conceive, that wasn’t entirely true, you had two pregnancies that ended in short of a month, and the Maester told you that it would take a while to fall pregnant again. But he was wrong because you were now pregnant a third time. You decided not to tell the Maester or Aemond for that matter.

“My love.” Aemond spoke coming to your chambers, you were getting ready for dinner with the Queen and Princess Heleana, you adored their company and they did yours.

“Where were you, my prince?” You turned to look at Aemond, you loved calling him ‘your prince’, and he loved hearing you say it.

“My brother has requested something of me, he and Heleana are to be married and he wants me to get the best wine in all of Essos, to give her as a gift.” You looked at Aemond incredulously.

“Aegon asked you to do that?” You snickered, there wasn’t a single bone in Aegon’s body to make him so considerate.

“It was a strange phenomenon, I was talking to my brother but I could only hear my mother.” You got up from the chair you were sitting, happy with your appearance. You came closer to Aemond and put your hand on his face, he leaned into your touch.

“Then you should go, anything to make your sister happy.” Aemond smiled at your statement, he loved the fact that you loved his sister.

“I’ll return in a fortnight, maybe less.” It was his turn to kiss you and it always took your breath away, you thanked the gods every day for having Aemond as your husband.

“Come back to me, my love.” Aemond caressed your face, he never tired to look at your beauty.

“I always do.” He left your chambers and you went to meet with the Queen and the Princess.

It didn't take long to get to the Queen’s chambers, you were wearing a green dress that the Queen gifted you, it was so pretty and comfortable. Ser Criston Cole opened the doors for you, and Heleana was the first to see you, she ran to you and hugged you tightly, and you hugged her back.

“I missed you, Y/N.” She mused, you smiled at her sweetness.

“We’ve seen each other at breakfast, Heleana.”

“Still too long, come sit.” The princess dragged you and you sat down in front of Queen Alicent, even knowing that she likes you and even pushed for your marriage with Aemond, she still intimidated you, she was the Queen after all.

“How are you, Y/N? Are you excited about your mother’s visit?” Alicent reached your hand and squeezed gently, with a genuine smile on her face.

“Very, I miss her dearly.” One of your brothers was on the Kinguards as well so your mother was able to come to Kings Landing more times throughout the year.

“At what time does she arrive?” Healena inquired, she also really liked your mother. Your mother shared her fascination with spiders, the same as the Princess.

“She won’t be long, I believe at dawn.” You smiled at the Princess’ reaction, she was clapping excitingly.

The dinner was nice, you and the Queen talked about many different subjects while Heleana was playing with her animals. After a couple of hours, you retired to your chambers, you knew the nights without Aemond would be long, sleeping without him made you restless. But you were able to sleep, not well but you did. The first rays of sunshine were peeking through your window, you heard the servants entering your chambers, this part of the morning was your favourite, especially with your mother coming.

You were ready for the day when the Maester came into your chambers, it was unusual for him to appear in your chambers, but you saw a scroll in his hand.

“A raven came for you in the night, my Princess.” He bowed and gave the scroll to you.

“Thank you, Maester.” He left you with the servants after that.

You thought that the message would be from your mother, the raven probably got lost but when you opened the scroll your heart sank.

“I am your husband’s mistress, his one true love. Whispers came to me, that you try to take him away from me. Know this, you shall produce no heirs if you take him away from me, I already took two, a witch’s word is a promise.

Alys Rivers.”

You couldn’t believe what you were reading, Aemond has a mistress and she was the one that ended your pregnancies. Your head was spinning, you didn't know what to do.

“Fetch me my Lady Mother, please.” The servants felt the urgency in your voice and obliged.

Your family in Pentos, many centuries ago was almost wiped out due to witches your mother told you many stories as well as your grandfather, your family always said ‘Don’t have dealings with witches.’ You were afraid, you were crying, and you could not lose this son as well.

In five minutes your mother was in your chambers, it felt like an eternity. Once the doors were opened you ran towards her and cried.

“My sweet daughter, you scare me. What happened to leave you in such a state?” Your mother knows you to be strong, she’s never seen you so desperate, so sad, it was heartbreaking for a mother.

“Mother, Aemond has a mistress.” Your mother snickered, you knew what she felt about mistresses.

“Never mind that, they all do. The most important thing is to make sure that your husband only has eyes for you.” Your mother started stroking your hair, being from a completely different culture, your mother talked to you extensively about how to please your husband, how not to just lay there, to participate in the act.

“Mother, she’s a witch.” Your mother froze, you gave her the message that the Maester delivered to you this morning.

“She already took two of my sons, I won’t let her take this one as well.” You started crying again, now your mother truly understood the gravity of the situation.

“Does anyone know that you are with child?” You knew that look, she was planning something, and you shook your head. “Good, I haven’t seen your husband. He’s not here?” She inquired.

“No, Healena is to marry Aegon, he went to buy her a present.” You replied through tears, your hand went to your belly, you needed to protect your unborn son.

“You are going to your grandpapa’s castle, at dusk go to the dockyard and your brother will guide you to the boat.” Her plan made sense, word would reach Aemond’s mistress and she would leave you and your family alone.

“What about Aemond? He will try to find me.” Your mother gave you a spine-chilling look.

“If his mistress feels so emboldened to write these threats, she has a Prince to defend her.” Her words held so much contempt, you remember Aemond saying that he never wished to be married but you changed his views. “He might be like his uncle, I knew the Lady he married, it wasn’t an accident.” Her words made you so afraid of Aemond, you were never afraid of him, not even on your wedding night.

“Mother…” You wanted to defend Aemond, but you didn't find the words.

“I’ll tell Alicent that you don’t feel well, wait for your brother.” With that she left, taking the note with her.

You were thinking about your marriage with Aemond up to this point, he gave you no indication that he disliked you, quite the contrary.

“Please be gentle, Aemond.” He could barely hear your words, you were shaking from the fear of a man seeing you naked for the first time and from the anticipation.

“I will never hurt you, wife.” His lips found yours, he was nothing but tender that night.

The emotions from this morning made you sleep all day, you were woken up by a faint knock on your door, and when you opened you saw your brother.

“Are you alright, sister? Mother told me everything.” Robert was the brother you were the closest, to due to age as well as him being in Kings Landing with you.

“We must go.” Robert gave you a cloak and guided you to the dockyards, you were scared of getting caught, if someone found out that your brother was trying to take you away, only the seven knows what would be done to him.

But everything went well, you arrived at your family’s boat and it would be a long journey to your grandfather’s castle in Pentos.

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At the castle, the Queen and Princess Heleana were worried about you, but your mother assured them that all you needed was rest. They thought nothing of it because they knew how excited you were to see your mother. Princess Heleana was so happy to see your mother’s collection of spiders, she brought it just for the Princess to see.

It took two days for Alicent to become too worried to finally visit your chambers, she did not talk to your mother, and she started to have a feeling that your mother hiding something. So Alicent went to your chambers, she gasped when she didn't find you. She quickly alerted the Kingsguard and in a matter of minutes, everyone in the castle knew.

“Princess Y/N is missing, go through the city and find her.” She commanded all of the soldiers and the Kingsguards. Alicent was so worried about you, she also alerted your mother, your mother gave a great performance, and the Queen didn't suspect your mother.

The search went on for days, but there was no sign of you. Alicent was in a panicked state, she sent a raven to her son but it mustn’t reach him in time. That’s she heard Vhagar’s roar, she had to tell Aemond what happened, Alicent was dreading it.

“Mother, why the long faces and all of this commotion I see?” Aemond was ecstatic to be home again, he couldn’t wait to be in his wife’s warm embrace.

“Aemond…” Alicent had no idea how to tell her son that you were missing, his darling wife. He saw his mother crying and tensed up. His mother never cried.

“What is wrong, Mother.” He was imagining the worst.

“It’s Y/N, she disappeared. A search has been going on, no one has seen her, her mother, or her brother. We are assuming the worst.” He could not believe his mother’s words, it was a cruel prank that you and his mother were pulling.

“Which is?” His face was unreadable, hiding his inner turmoil very well.

“Rumours had started but I shut them off quickly, that Y/N ran away with a lover.” Aemond scoffed at those rumours, they didn't know you. “Or that she died.” When those words left his mother’s lips he left.

“Aemond!” His mother yelled, but he needed to see your mother.

Aemond went straight to your mother’s chambers, he found Robert and your mother talking.

“Prince Aemond.” Both your mother and Robert curtsied him.

“Where is Y/N?” Your husband simply asked, he knew that if you left your mother would know something about it.

“I do not know, Y/N told me she wasn’t feeling well and she was gone.” Robert didn't look at the Prince, who hummed.

Aemond left without saying another word.

“What are you giggling about?” Aemond was in bed with you, he dedicated at least one day to staying in bed with you.

“My mother is planning something and she needs my help.” You looked at Aemond, he loved your smile, and he would give anything to see it every day of his life.

“Should I be worried about your mother’s scheming?” Aemond kissed your shoulder, he didn't wear his eye patch with you anymore.

“Only if you are the one that she’s scheming against, my Prince.” Aemond kissed you and laid you in bed again.

Aemond took Vhagar and decided to look for you himself, he’s not gonna stop until he finds you.

In Pentos - Months Later

It was hard for you to walk now, your son was due any day. You missed Aemond every single day despite your mother’s words, she was still in Kings Landing, and she was sending ravens every fortnight.

“My sweet granddaughter, you shouldn’t be walking.” Your grandfather, Iliryo found you.

“If I stay in my chambers, I will slowly go insane, grandpapa.” He kissed your forehead, he has been throwing banquets to celebrate the arrival of his great-grandson almost every day.

“Do not strain yourself, my first great-grandson will be born soon.”

In Kings Landing

Aemond couldn’t find you, but he never lost hope. He started spying on your mother and your brother. He started to doubt them once he found out your father wasn’t coming, you were his favourite if you were in true danger he would’ve been here. Aemond started intercepting all of your mother’s ravens, most of them were to your father, nothing mentioning you.

But one day he was lucky, he intercepted the right one, it read:

“How happy I am, I will be there for the happiest occasion. I wonder what his name will be, you must tell me once we see each other.”

Aemond was furious, your mother was hiding his wife from him. He decided to confront your mother at once. He ran towards your mother’s chambers, he found the servants putting her clothes away.

“Leaving, my dear mother? Your daughter hasn’t been found yet unless there is something I do not know.” The servants were nervous, they were intimidated by Aemond. “Leave us.” He declares, the servants do not need to be told twice.

“I left my house unattended for too long, as much as it pains me I must leave.” Your mother wasn’t scared of Aemond, not even a little bit.

“Yes, for the happiest occasion.” Aemond raises the message meant for you. “I wonder what that would be?” Your mother snatched the message from his fingers.

“The fact that you are a Prince does not give you the right to read my messages.” Your mother knew that he could do whatever he wanted, but it doesn’t make it right.

“Where is my wife, Lysanne?” He didn't have any patience anymore, he needed to find you.

“You’ll never know, declare her dead and you shall be free to marry again.” Aemond was taken aback by his mother-in-law’s antics.

“I love my wife, I would never want another.” He was being truthful, but your mother didn't believe the Prince.

Your mother retrieved the message that Alys Rivers sent to you.

“For some reason, I do not believe your words.” Your mother said before handing Aemond the message. Aemond read the message and left without saying anything.

In Pentos - Weeks Later

The pain started the same day that your mother arrived, your son was coming. The castle in a few minutes was in a frenzy, the midwives were rushing to your side and your mother was comforting you. The pain is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, you knew childbirth was difficult but this was something completely different.

“There’s two of them.” The midwife announced the first one was almost here. It gave you the strength to push once more.

You heard the cries, tears were running down your cheeks.

“A boy.” Your mother announced. She brought the baby to you, he looked just like Aemond you thought.

Your mother started tending to your son, while your second baby wanted to come out as well. The second came out much quicker, but just as painful. Your mother wrapped blue silk around your son’s arm, to distinguish him from his brother.

“Another son, my Lady.” The midwife hands you the second baby, you couldn't be happier, you have two healthy sons, twins.

The only thing that would make it better was having your Aemond to meet his sons, but you couldn’t that witch would take them away. Your mother didn't share any news about Aemond, she didn't want to make you sad. You started feeding your sons, you were so tired that you were nodding off. As soon as they finished eating, your mother put them to sleep in a cradle near you, the rest was not only deserved it was more than necessary.

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Six months passed and your boys were strong, you named them Maekar and Aenys. They had their father’s hair and violet eyes, it was as if they didn't come from you at all, only Aemond. You were now looking at the sea from your chambers, you missed your husband so much. You laid awake thinking about him, and unpleasant thoughts of him and that witch together. You heard what you thought to be Vhagar in a distance, but you thought it was your mind playing cruel tricks on you.

It turns out that it wasn’t your mind, it was Vhagar and she landed on the ceiling of the castle and there he was, Aemond he looked as handsome as you remembered. You started to panic, the witch was going to kill your sons.

“You must leave.” You yelled at Aemond, before he was able to get anywhere near you.

“Do not worry, my love. Nothing is going to happen.” He kept trying to hug you, you were slapping his arms away, but he wasn’t deterred. He hugged you once you gave up.

“Your mistress, she’s a witch, she killed two of our sons, she…she…” Aemond was shushing you, he’s never seen you so distressed.

“I killed her.” Aemond simply stated, you looked at him dumbfounded. “She was angry at me for ending things, no one harms my family.” As if on cue, Aenys started crying and you could see Aemond froze.

“Was that the reason you left?” He asked, you could see tears starting to form in his eye.

“I couldn’t let her harm any more of our sons.” You guided him to your chambers.

“Sons?” Aemond whispers.

“This is Maekar.” You pointed at the sleeping babe, whilst you picked up Aenys. “This is Aenys.” You handed him his youngest son, he stopped crying immediately.

“I apologise for putting you in this situation, you can come home now.” He put his forehead against yours. “I love you, my darling wife.” He expressed.

“I love you, my Prince.”

#aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #prince aemond x reader #prince aemond #prince aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic

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stargazing15 · 1 year

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Dad's shirt

Jake x wife reader & daughter

Summary: it was Jake's third father's day and your daughter really loves the gift.

A/N: For those who voted for dad Jake, here you go! I didn't give the reader and Jake's daughter a name, I couldn't decide on a good one

Enjoy!

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"Daddy is going to be home soon, you know what to say to daddy, sweetheart?" You asked you daughter.

"Yes mommy, how long? Not wait!" She still tried to use as less words as possible, a little stubbornness or laziness -you still hadn't figured out which one it was- but most certainly inherent from her father.

"It is I cannot wait, sweetie. I don't know, depends on daddy's boss and if daddy's plane has been nice today. Less than an hour. Okay?" Jake had texted you he was on way right before he left.

"Befo sleep?"

"Before. Of course, he will be here before sleeptime." The moment you said your last words, keys opened the front door.

"DADDY!" And off she was to the hallway.

"Hello little munchkin. You have been good to mommy?"

"The best!" You heard her say proudly.

"Come, come, come." Jake got pulled inside by your much smaller daughter, but with a big and excited smile on her face. Not matter how bad Jake's day might have been, she made sure it was always ending good. Younger Jake never thought he wanted this, but coming home to his loved ones was all he needed to be happy, the medals or mission successes weren't the peak of his happiness anymore.

"Hi baby." Jake gave you a quick peck on the lips.

"Hi sweetest daddy of our wonderful princess."

"Daddy, no looking, I have surprise. And mommy too! Come mommy. No cheating daddy!" Jake had closed his eyes and placed his hand in front of them.

"Look no cheating little munchkin, my eyes are closed. But I can't wait to see your surprise." He encouraged him/her.

"Come mommy." The two of you grabbed the neatly wrapped gift and made your way back to Jake to deliver the gift.

"Okay babe, keep your eyes closed and place your hands in front of you. And you here, stop jumping around for a second, you are going to trip over your own feet."

"No babe, DADDY." You and Jake giggled at her comment while you were laying the gift in his hands.

"Yes yes sweetie, daddy open up your eyes." Jake opened up his eyes and tried his best for the three year old to look as surprised as possible.

"HAPPY DADDY DAY!" She screamed as loud as she possibly could, poor neighbors, and started to jump up and down again. "Open, open!"

"I think you are the one who is most excited, will you help daddy?"

"Yes." Not even a second after Jake's answer she dragged his arm down to her level so she could help. Jake carefully removed the ribbon so your little girl could start destroying the wrapping paper.

Once the paper was removed the excited little one became even more excited, yes that was possible.

"DADDY DADDY LOOK!" Jake got a drawing smacked in his face by a very proud toddler. This made Jake burst out in laughing. The little ball of joy always managed to do something that put a smile on your faces.

"Wow little munchkin, did you make this?"

"YES, by myself!"

"It is really beautiful, I guess this here is mommy and there are you and this is me with my plane?"

"Yes!"

Jake now took the gift in his hand and unfolded it. It was a white t-shirt with the black text 'I'm the coolest dad' on it. In the O's were replaced by emoji's with aviators on. "I'll wear this proudly, who made the choice?"

"Me!" Your daughter said while raising her hand up.

"She has good taste. Clearly from me."

"Dork." You whispered with a smirk.

And then instead of trying it on himself, Jake took the shirt and put it over your daughter's head and lowered it down her little body, until it hit the ground. "It fits you perfectly little munchkin." Loving the the compliment, she kissed her daddy on the cheek and gave him a big hug.

"Mommy, LOOK!"

"Wow sweetie, is that a dress?"

"Noooo, daddy's shirt!" She mocked you, like you just asked her the dumbest question ever. Being miss smarty-pants, was definitely one of the other things she inherited from Jake.

"Come on you two, photoshoot. Let's go outside, the sun is shining. Mom and dad will be there in a second. Can you search for a nice spot?" She immediately ran off to search the sport in the garden.

"Well, beautiful mommy, thank you for the wonderful gift, although I think she might wear it more often than me." Jake said to you while wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his nose in your neck. "I missed you today, I always miss you."

"Missed you too." Jake pulled you in for a kiss and deepened the kiss immediately. God you missed this one-on-one time.

"EEEWWWW, gross!" Your princess stood in the door with her small hands on her hips, being a little toddler-boss. "Photo!"

"Okay, okay, we're coming."

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thebadgerclan · 11 months

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Husband and Father

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: Nikolai Lantsov...husband and father...

Part 2 to Heir

You groaned softly as you stretched, reaching across the bed for your husband. But when your hand met cool, empty sheets, you opened your eyes. It was nearly 10 bells, but you’d given birth three weeks ago, and no one expected the Queen to be attending to her duties right now. Slowly, you sat up and rose from bed, pulling on your robe–the sapphire blue silk robe embroidered with golden thread that had been imported from the Shu Han–that Nikolai had gifted you.

Since the birth of your daughter, Rosala, your husband had showered you with gifts: gowns, jewels, books, furs, delicacies from Kerch and the Wandering Isle. All completely unnecessary, you said, but Nikolai was having none of it. “You have given me the greatest gift I could ever want. Let me try to repay you.” It was pointless to argue, so you accepted his gifts gratefully.

Nikolai had taken to fatherhood well. He refused to let servants raise his daughter, refused to let you do all the parenting. When Rosala cried in the middle of the night because she was hungry or needed changed, Nikolai got up as often as you, more than happy to rock her to sleep or give her a bottle. He would attend council meetings with his daughter swaddled in his arms when you needed to rest, and his council found it so endearing when the King would coo at the Princess when she stirred, or asked for her opinion on a trade deal.

Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you made your way into the nursery that adjoined your sitting room to find your husband in the rocking chair, Rosala cradled in his arms. You lingered in the doorway so you could watch Nikolai and your daughter, and what you observed made your heart melt. “And then, the beautiful maiden denied the Prince’s request for courtship for the second time. But the Prince didn’t mind. For the maiden was so very beautiful and so very kind, that the Prince was willing to wait forever for her. And the third time he asked for her hand, she accepted.”

You stepped into the nursery, and Nikolai’s eyes lit up. “My love,” he greeted, torn between looking at his beautiful bride and his precious daughter. “I thought you were still asleep.” “I was,” you responded. “But I woke up and found my darling husband missing.” Nikolai smiled. “I see. Well, someone wanted her breakfast, and we wanted to let Mommy rest.”

It was almost too much, the love you felt for your family; the love of your life and the child you’d wanted for so long. Nikolai gently shifted Rosala to one side and held out his other arm. “Come here, lovely,” he said, and you carefully settled yourself in his lap, careful not to jostle your daughter. When you rested your head on his shoulder, Nikolai sighed happily, tightening his hold on you.

“You know, the Royal Astrologers say the world is quite large, but I’ll have to write to them and tell them they’re wrong.” “Nikolai, have you lost your mind?” “Quite the opposite, my darling. You see, I have the entire world in my arms. You and Rosala, you’re my entire world. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, my girls.” You felt tears pricking at your eyes, but before they could dall, Nikolai wiped them away.

“What did I do to deserve someone like you?” you asked, and your husband kissed you sweetly. “You are you, my dearest. That’s all you ever have to do.” You kissed him again, and a few moments later, Rosala stirred, crying just a bit. “Oh, is someone jealous?” Nikolai cooed, soothing your daughter. “I know you love your Mommy, but I love her too, and someone’s been stealing all of her attention lately. You wouldn’t know who that is, would you, sweetheart?”

You laughed, kissing your husband’s cheek. “You are too much,” you said, and he laughed as well. “I am a gem, and you know it.” After a few more minutes, you extricated yourself from his lap, lifting your daughter from his arms. “As much as I love having both of you to myself, your council will have your head if you’re late to the meeting.” Nikolai sighed, standing and kissing your forehead.

“You’re right. Can’t I just tell them to fuck off? I’m the King.” “You could, but then they might not sign your legislation if you do that.” Your husband groaned, kissing your forehead again and pressing a delicate kiss to Rosala’s forehead. “I’ll see you later, my loves. Don’t miss me too much.” You smiled, accepting Nikolai’s kisses. “I’ll do my best.” Nikolai kissed Rosala’s forehead once more before leaving, knowing if he didn’t, he’d be with you and your little girl all day.

***

You stood before the floor length mirror, staring critically at your reflection. There was a ball tonight being thrown in your honor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to get ready. Your body didn’t look the same as it had nine months ago, and while reasonably you knew that was normal, natural, you couldn’t help but dislike what you saw. You were a Queen; regal and graceful, and Queens did not have an extra pouch of skin on their bellies.

Nikolai entered the room, wearing his military dress uniform, his medals and sashes adorning him, and your heart twisted. He was so beautiful, he always had been, and you envied him. His body hadn’t been forever changed, his stomach didn’t bear angry red stretch marks. “My darling, why aren’t you ready?” You slowly turned to face him, and Nikolai saw your upset at once.

“Y/N, my love, what’s the matter?” “I don’t look the same,” you said, and your husband came to stand before you, taking your hands in his. “My…stomach is flabby, I have stretch marks, I don’t look the same as I did before, Nikolai, and I don’t like it.” He took a deep breath, wishing he could take your insecurities away. “No, you don’t look the same,” he agreed, but before you could go too far down a rabbit hole, he went on.

“You carried our daughter in your body for nine months, Y/N. You created an entirely new person, you kept our little Princess safe and warm until she was ready to meet us, and you did a beautiful job. Yes, your body is different, but you are by no means ugly or undesirable or any less of my beautiful, perfect, darling bride than you were before Rosala was born. Y/N Lantsov, there is absolutely nothing that could ever make me love you less or want you less, and if I ever say otherwise, please slap me, because that means I’ve lost my mind.”

There were no words to describe the overwhelming love you felt for your husband, and you buried your face in his chest, arms around his waist. “You are a force of nature, my love,” Nikolai said. “A beautiful, perfect force of nature. And I won’t let anyone say or think anything negative about you–even you. Now, shall we get our radiant Queen ready for her party?”

You lifted your face from his chest, smiling through tears. “I love you so much, Nikolai. Thank you.” “Of course, my lovely. I love you too. Should we do the pink silk or the blue?” You laughed, watching as Nikolai rifled through your wardrobe. Your maids entered to dress you, and when they were done, you felt nearly as beautiful as your husband always said you were. A pink silk gown, your hair curled and tumbling down your back, a tiara pinned in your hair.

Nikolai found you in the nursery, leaning over the edge of the bassinet, watching Rosala sleep. “And here I thought you couldn’t get more beautiful,” he said, catching your attention. You smiled at him over your shoulder. “One day you’ll run out of compliments.” “Never. I always have a few ready. Ready to go?” “I’m afraid to leave her,” you admitted, and Nikolai nodded, coming to stand behind you.

“I know. But we have her nannies here, and three Healers on standby. If anything happens–which it won’t–they’ll come get us. I promise you, everything will be fine. Now let us celebrate you.” You squeezed Rosala’s hand and turned, facing your husband. “Alright. But if I get even the barest hint that something’s the matter, I’m high-tailing it back here.” Nikolai laughed as he took your arm. “If that happens, I’ll race you back here.”

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peachesyeo · 14 hours

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Player 1117 ── ATEEZ OT8 0001 ─ into the game

THIS SERIES IS MATURE! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!

⊹ 2k words ⊹ gamecharacters!ateez x fem!reader (ft. txt) ᭡ fantasy au, dark romance au, obsessive/yandere elements.

✧ a/n: i know you guys don't read my author's note so have fun. /: thank you @sousydive for beta reading.

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⊂ warnings: -

:̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

This cannot be true.

You stared at the young girl in the mirror before you. She seemed no more than twelve years old, her raven hair cascades in soft waves around her shoulders, framing her face like a midnight veil. Her eyes are pools of dark brown, with mesmerizing purple swirls dancing within her pupils.

Her skin is fair and smooth, like porcelain, with a delicate rosy hue on her cheeks that speaks of youth and vitality. Her features were exactly of the Y/n in Utopia - a small button nose, full rosy lips and high cheekbones. She wears a silky sleeping gown, one that looks exactly the same as the one you are wearing right now.

You raised your hand to touch your face, and so did her.

You have read many novels about transmigrating - but novels are fiction. And this is real.

“I’m… in the game?” You whispered, your shaking fingers reaching to touch the mirror. But the cool touch on the tips of your fingers told you that this is not a dream, that everything is real. You looked around, the room you were in is spacious, with high ceilings adorned with intricately carved moldings and delicate crystal chandeliers. Sunlight streams through tall windows draped in dark amethyst curtains, glowing down on you.

The walls, floors and pillars were made of the finest marble, covered with sumptuous silk tapestries of flowers. You walked towards the nearest wall, running your fingers along the fine threads that form the images that seem to come alive in the flickering light of the candles and fireplace.

In the center of the chamber sits a four-poster bed, its canopy draped in sheer silk curtains. The bed is covered in luxurious lavender silk sheets, embroidered with the finest silver thread. You walked over to them, taking a seat. They were soft and light, like you were sitting on a cotton cloud. You stared outside of the window, trying to digest the fact that you are in the game.

But who are you?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. You watched as a maid entered, bowing to you. “Greetings to the Star of Eternity. The Moon and Eclipse have requested your audience.”

You nearly let out a squeak; the maid had answered your question. As two young boys walked in, you were even more certain of it.

You are now Choi Y/n, Star of Eternity, Princess of the Eternity Kingdom.

"Y/n!" The shorter one ran towards you, lifting you up in his arms as though you weighed nothing. "How is our little Star feeling today?"

"Beomgyu! Y/n's twelve, stop carrying her like that!" The taller one chided, as Beomgyu rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at his older brother in response. You wrapped your arms around his neck for support, staring up at your third brother's face.

Choi Beomgyu, the Eclipse of Eternity. He is the third Prince, known for his gift of creating illusions. Utopia did not have much of Y/n's backstory, but you knew that Beomgyu was the only person spared under Wooyoung's sword, and took over Eternity as the new King.

The Beomgyu holding you has long black hair that falls into his shoulders. He pressed a kiss onto your temple, rubbing his cheek against yours like a cat. "My little Star, so precious." He cooed, ignoring the exasperated sighs of your other brother across the room. "What would I do without you?"

You looked over to your other brother for help. He put his hand on his forehead tiredly. "Let Y/n down, Gyu. Please."

"You're all work and no fun, Soobin hyung." Beomgyu pouted unhappily, placing you gently back on the bed. "Is our little Star excited to meet her new friend?"

Choi Soobin, Moon of Eternity, the second Prince born with the gift of manipulating water. He would later become the War General of Eternity, dying to San in a battle.

Soobin shared the same raven hair as the both of you, his fringe falling in front of his eyes. He seemed to have had enough of Beomgyu, sighing loudly and flexing his right arm before casually delivering a loud smack on the back of Beomgyu's head. Ignoring Beomgyu's over-dramatic whines, Soobin approached you, kneeling on one knee to be at the same eye level as you. Taking your hand into his, Soobin had a simple dimpled smile on his face.

"Y/n-ah, remember when Mother mentioned that we have guests over? They are very important people, so remember to behave yourself, okay?"

You tilted your head in confusion. "How important are they, Brother?"

Beomgyu stopped whining and exchanged a look with Soobin. The other lifted his thumb and index, slowly pulling them apart. "It’s this important, Y/n-ah."

"The point is," Beomgyu interjected, earning a disapproving look from Soobin. "They will be arriving before dinner. Yeonjun hyung had already gone to welcome them along with Mother, so we have an afternoon for you to get ready, Y/n." He grinned, one that made you nervous for no reason. "Our little Star must be pretty too."

You glanced at Soobin. The older man nodded, wearing a satisfied expression on his face as though Beomgyu finally made sense. "I got you many dresses to try on, Y/n-ah. Shall we go?" He smiled, offering his hand to you.

You were bathed by the maids before they dressed you into a lavender dress with puffed sleeves and the hem fell gracefully to your knees. Beomgyu picked a purple silk ribbon, tying it to your hair while Soobin knelt on one knee, fitting a pair of white shoes with amethyst crystals onto your feet. When you were done, Beomgyu gushed in delight, showering you with compliments after compliments.

"Our Gem, our little Star," Beomgyu cooed as your face heated up at the praises. "Looking so pretty... I mean, you are always pretty, my Star, but right now, with my magnificent sense of fashion-"

"Our Star!" A loud voice boomed, sending everyone in the room jumping. A tall, blonde hair male barged in, his eyes lighting up the moment it landed on you. You hear Beomgyu mutter a curse under his breath while Soobin puts his hand on his chest. "Yeonjun hyung, at least announce that you're here!"

Yeonjun ignored him, making a beeline towards you and dismissing the maids in the process. "Our Star, so bright and... Why is she so purple?" His face scrunched up at the sight of the little purple crystals adorning your hair, which Beomgyu had 'generously' clipped onto your hair. "Take it off, take it off. The ribbon is purple enough; Y/n doesn't have to be a grape for the Kims to see."

Choi Yeonjun, Sun of Eternity, heir to the throne. He is the oldest out of the four of you, with an ability to soothe feelings. Your face fell slightly, remembering how Yeonjun had died when you played Utopia as the heroine. He was stabbed by...

Who was it?

"You don't know fashion at all, hyung." Beomgyu grumbled, cutting you off your thoughts. Soobin and Beomgyu had been quarreling over the hairclips, and you did not want to pick a side. Yeonjun removed all the crystals in your hair, leaving only the ribbon. "There, our Star shines bright enough like this."

"Thank you, Brothers." You smiled sweetly and the three cooed in response. Beomgyu had his hand dramatically held over his heart, Soobin covered his blushing face with his gloved hands and Yeonjun proudly grinning. "Wait until Mother and Father see you, little Star. Now, shall we run along?"

You took Yeonjun’s hand and allowed him to guide you to the banquet hall with Beomgyu and Soobin trailing behind you two like bodyguards. You could hear the activity in the hall from outside, and you gripped Yeonjun’s hand nervously.

"Announcing the arrival of the Sun, Moon, Eclipse, and Star of Eternity!" The voices of the guards boomed. Yeonjun squeezed your hand as the doors opened, revealing a quiet banquet hall. You could feel many eyes staring at you, but you remained composed, walking alongside Yeonjun to the King and Queen of Eternity. The nobles you walked past bowed respectfully, and when you finally reached the throne, Yeonjun let go of your hand.

"Greetings to Your Majesties," Yeonjun said, bowing to both the King and Queen of Eternity. You curtseyed, while Beomgyu and Soobin bowed behind you. “May peace be ever in your grace.” The King, your Father, nodded. “You may rise.” The King of Eternity is never shown in Utopia, but you knew that like Soobin, he died under San’s sword. You scanned the man on the throne. He seemed to be in his forties, with the same platinum blond hair as Yeonjun and a kind-looking face.

You didn’t miss the subtle wink the raven-haired woman beside him gave you. Sending a sweet smile towards your Mother, the Queen of Eternity, you turned your attention to the two other presence in the banquet hall.

Yeonjun turned towards them. “Greetings to the Queen of Mist, and Prince Hongjoong. May peace be ever in your grace.”

You froze slightly at the name, but quickly recovered when Yeonjun gently tickled your side, telling you to bow. When you straightened back up again, your eyes met a pair of golden slits. Kim Hongjoong gave you a soft smile, but you quickly looked away, your heart pounding.

Kim Hongjoong, the Prince of Mist. The one who the original Y/n had fallen in love with, and lost both her life and her kingdom to. When you played as Jiwon, Hongjoong seemed to be a normal, sweet Prince who was loyal and polite to her even if she was a commoner. However, when you played as Y/n, he was evil, nasty and horrifying.

The Queen of Mist inclined her head slightly. “Greetings to the Sun, Moon, Eclipse and Star of Eternity. May peace be ever in your grace.” She turned to look at Hongjoong, who too bowed, echoing the greetings. When he was done, you grabbed onto Yeonjun’s sleeve, hiding your face in it.

“Seems like the Star is a little shy, Mira.” Mira is your mother’s maiden name. Yeonjun patted your hair consolingly as your mother laughed. “Oh, Ayang. She'll recognize you soon, you even carried her as a baby.”

The Queen of Mist and your mother seemed to know each other, seeing that they were addressing each other by a first-name basis. You peeked out from behind Yeonjun, avoiding Hongjoong’s gaze as you looked towards the Queen of Mist. She chuckled at your cute reaction, beckoning you. “Come here, little Star, let Auntie have a good look at you.”

“It’s not fair!” Beomgyu burst out dramatically. “You always favored Y/n, Auntie Ayang!”

You blinked, confused at the turns of events. What is happening? Didn’t Beomgyu and Soobin say that they are important guests? And why is your Mother now walking towards the Queen of Mist, holding her hand as she speaks?

“Here.” Yeonjun pushed you out from his side gently. “Go say hi.” You carefully took a few steps forwards, still refusing to look at Hongjoong as you grip your dress tightly. “Y-your Majesty…”

“It’s Auntie Ayang for you, my little Y/n.” The woman bent down slightly while your Mother stood next to her, smiling. “I am your Mother’s best friend, little Star. This is a family event, we can be casual with each other.”

Your heart thumped loudly at this piece of information. So Y/n and Hongjoong had already known each other before Y/n went to the Kingdom of Mist for… For what?

Why.. Why can’t you remember?

“Now, shall the dinner start?” Your Father’s voice pulled you out of reality. You blinked rapidly, and quickly followed Yeonjun as everyone settled down on one table. Unfortunately for you, Hongjoong took the seat next to you.

“Hello, Y/n. I’m Hongjoong.” Hongjoong introduced himself in a small, shy voice, his golden, snake-like eyes upon you. “I hope we’ll be good friends with each other.”

You stared at him, your brows furrowing unconsciously. Then you blurted out, “I don’t want to.”

“Don’t want to do what, Y/n?” Yeonjun didn’t catch the whole conversation and had fetched a napkin for you. You frowned at Hongjoong, your lips forming into an adorable pout.

“I don’t want to be friends with Kim Hongjoong.”

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soobpricity · 4 months

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tis the damn season - choi beomgyu

chaebol beomgyu x reader , use of the word : princess

yn and beomgyu haven’t been blessed with a peaceful relationship between the two of them. however, what happens when the yearning is too much for them to handle ?

it was needless to say that your seasonal depression was certainly settling in. driving your shopping cart through the store, eyes catching sight of innocent couples. kids clinging onto their parents and begging for their help to write santa a letter to get something that they had barely caught sight of. groups of friends asking each other for their opinion on an item to gift another one of their friends. family and friends all gathered in line to take a picture with the local santa claus. meanwhile, you were all alone, no boyfriend to be seen anywhere.

however, you couldn’t help but titter, seeing the habits of children truly begging their parents to get them a new toy for christmas. it was all so.. beautiful. which was why you were so miserable, you wanted to spend the day with someone who you loved and held dearly, but you lived in a different location, quite far from your family. and you would’ve booked a ticket to go see them, if only you had the money to take a peaceful trip.

your earbuds were in your ear, listening to a bit of seasonal music, even if you weren’t very fond of the holiday or this time of year. mainly because.. well, you and beomgyu would always spend this time of year together. the two of you were practically attached by the hip, one of you couldn’t go somewhere without the other. you remember your first christmas together, the two of you played around in the kitchen, attempting to make something edible so you could give some to your own mother and his mother. the second christmas the two of you spent together.. it was quite hectic, the christmas tree had somehow ended up on the floor, and the both of you were also on the floor holding your bellies from how hard you were laughing. and the third christmas, the two of you spent your time outside building snowmen and making snow angels… and the fourth christmas ?? well it never came.. shortly after the new year had began, beomgyu broke up with you, claiming that he never truly loved you.. and even though his actions proved otherwise, you somehow managed to believe him.

he was constantly irritated by his friends who asked him why he would throw away such a perfect relationship, they saw through his lie. whereas the winter just became a season of old memories, walking through the city and seeing the places where you and beomgyu had created magical memories in the time of joy and hope. christmas time was the time where people could finally get together, a time where the earth could seem somewhat peaceful for once. however, now that you saw multiple couples and families together, it only reminded you how lonely you truly were without beomgyu. the beomgyu who made you burst out into laughter, the beomgyu who would serenade you day and night with his guitar, the beomgyu who would cuddle you so you would finally be able to sleep peacefully.

there was no way..

there was no way that, that beomgyu was the same beomgyu who left you, the day after new years. there was no way that beomgyu would have just left you completely balling your eyes out in a restaurant as other customers and even the workers would turn their heads and feel pity for you. no matter how hard you tried not to cry, a few tears always managed to slip out due to the mere memory of your breakup.

you remembered that for a few days, yeonjun and soobin had to take care of you. after all, they were the boy’s closest friends and they just simply couldn’t believe that he would hurt you in any kind of way. little did they know, that beomgyu truly wanted to help you.. he did everything to protect you.

you walked through the grocery store, heading towards the checkout and paying for all of your things. 2 bags in the hold of each one of your hands, 4 plastic bags in total. taking slow steps towards your home, stopping occasionally to see christmas decorations placed around the city. and maybe it was fate, destiny or maybe it was just simply misfortune.

one of your plastic bags ripped, all the contents inside of the bag spilling onto the floor. an exasperated exhale left your mouth, throwing your head back, in all honesty you were on the verge of tears. something about today was making you ten times more sensitive about everything and you just couldn’t deal with it any longer. you crouched down picking up all of your things with nearly no energy in you.

it had to have been misfortune..

your hand was suddenly on top of another hand. you hesitantly looked up, removing your hand from the object. your glossy, teary eyes were met with beomgyu’s eyes. his eyes full of stars and light.

“thought we agreed that you should stop using plastic bags..” he spoke, his face beaming as a huge grin was placed on his face. which only caused you to get up, pulling away from the boy. taking the object from his hand before continuing your walk. “yn..”

you turned around, feeling a tiny tear drop down your cheek, which was followed by a waterfall.

“what..? you can’t just break my heart, reappear and expect me to be so happy to see you..” you whined, beomgyu stood still in his spot, his thumbs fidgeting with each other. his heart burned to just simply pull you into a warm embrace, he wanted to kiss your tears away. he didn’t mean to hurt you, it just… well it just happened, but he had completely different intentions.

“can we… can we just talk..?” he stuttered, beomgyu hadn’t felt so nervous in such a long time. after all, he didn’t have a reason to feel so nervous, not while living a life without you. your mind was urging you to say no, however your heart was telling you to follow beomgyu.. and you just couldn’t help but feel like you had to listen to your heart.

“sure…” he pulled his hand out towards you after hearing your reply. you reluctantly trusted your hand into his hold, he held your hand gently. taking the bags from your hand, rather forcefully, and helped you, leaving your two hands that were connected, completely free. two bags on your right hand and two bags in his left hand. the two of you walked in silence for a good minute.

“..y’know… i never really meant to hurt you.. i mean.-. well..- i uh.. i knew you were going to feel hurt by what i said that day.. but umm… i was hoping that if i came off so badly.. then maybe it would be easier for you to move on, maybe you’d think that i was a jerk and that you deserved better.. but here you are.. two days before christmas and you’re completely alone..” he let out quite a hefty sigh after he finished talking, eyes admiring the lovely sight of the city dressed in christmas decorations with a little add on of snow. “y’know… i never stopped loving you..”

“then why did you say all of that..”

“mm.. because, my father forced me to go abroad and search for a loved one there.. if i didn’t.. he threatened to make your life miserable.. i couldn’t have that..- i couldn’t have him hurting my precious baby, could i ?” he smiled, hearing himself finally calling you his baby. “i thought that maybe i could just y’know… fake marry someone and continue seeing you behind his back-.. but i want to show you off to the world, yn. so while i was abroad.. i thought more and more about it, and i realized that he can try to hurt you.. but im not going to let him take a single breath your way…. plus he’s kinda started to try to understand me, so i’m hoping that he’ll let me live my life.”

“you jerk..” you snickered as you ended your sentence.

“yahhh.. me ? a jerk ?” he held onto his chest pretending to be hurt by your comment.

“mhmm ! you should’ve just told me beomie.. y’know i would’ve understood.. instead you made me worry that i would be spending our favorite time of the year alone.”

“soooo… do you forgive me ?” he asked, tilting his head to a side, beginning to swing your connected hands.

“mmmm… only if you make it up to me, spend christmas with me, beomie.. and don’t think that’s the only condition, you have so much to make up to me.”

“anything for my pretty princess.”

well.. maybe the 4th christmas that the two of you would spend together was going to arrive this year after all.

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